The Breeding Of Jay.
I am Jay, James' wife and as you know I had a child by a black lover and
James was extremely understanding. Well I thought I would tell you of events
from there so you could get a woman's perspective on things.
I had the child early in the year and it was a wonderful feeling having a
child. I had decided to breast feed him keeping my milk not taking the pills
to remove it. I loved breast feeding it was a sensual experience and very
satisfying having a child suckle at my breasts. James enjoyed the pleasure
of a child in the house, having wanted to have a big family, he was an only
child, and we threw ourselves into the early care and upbringing of an
infant.
During the months, as I fed through the night and day, my breasts large and
swollen with milk we would talk about having further family. I was 34 and
Jay 59 so he was anxious to have them soon. He said we should have another
black child so that it kept things nice and there would be no animosity
between them if they were all black and thus would not feel different. I was
worried that he was not having a child of his own but he said he would love
them just the same and so it went to and fro, pro and con. I breast fed
wanting to do it for at least 6 months as I was told it was very good for
the child the longer you could do so and also helped to bring your figure
back to normal more quickly, but I was still heavy with milk and my hips
were still a good size although not huge, and my stomach still a little
full, but thankfully I was not horribly big just more voluptuous. My routine
was based around the child early morning and late night feeds, and our lives
were engrossed in seeing to his well being. The breast feeding would make me
very aroused (I am told this is natural) and I often had to relieve myself
after feeding, or my husband who now insisted in wearing a condom would make
love to me loving my full mother earth body.
After 2 months of child care and breast feeding James said he was going to
find a suitable black man to breed me again, I had come to agree with his
wishes although I felt he also had a sexual fantasy about me being bred by a
black man again which was clouding his judgment a little, but was happy for
him to do that provided he was clean, compatible medically, and discrete.
The problem was finding someone who would accept breeding with me and
letting us have the child as ours. We could not just advertise as this was
Africa and we had to be able to control the process. We talked it over and
he said that our old "butler" and cook was ready to retire and we should pay
him off and hire a younger more suitable man who we could have checked by
the doctor and that way he would be available to us as he would live on the
premises. The issue was should we tell him or just let it happen?? We
decided to see who we found and what transpired. He spoke to the old man who
was pleased to retire with a nice sum of money and we started to recruit
another man to work in the house. After a lot of interviewing we settled on
a man of about 40, slim wiry build, fine features, very black skin and a
friendly sparkly face. I will call him Charles for this story. He was polite
and easy to talk to. He joined us late in the year our child now 5 months
old. He was helpful and would bring me drinks when I was breast feeding but
never commented about the colour of the child or showed any surprise.
One evening, when Charles had been with us nearly three months and retired
for the night, about 9pm, my husband suggested I should get changed and go
and be with Charles. I asked if he thought Charles would be comfortable with
it this early into his tenure with us. He replied- "Well he will certainly
get the message and we will then know if he is interested". "Should we not
talk to him first" I asked now nervous. He insisted that I just go to his
quarters and "Do it" as he so delicately put it.
I went and showered and perfumed myself lingering my thoughts running from
fear to excitement my nipples erect under the shower. I trimmed my pubic
hairs shaving the lower part to expose my lips and powdered it. I looked at
my figure in the mirror very full heavy breasts and dark nipples, hips still
wide from the birth, my stomach rounded not yet fully flat from carrying
child, my pubic hair dark and trimmed against my white skin lips protruding
long from under, my legs slim and long. I painted my toe nails and fingers
delaying the moment as much as I could mixed emotions running through me.
What to wear was a problem to, as my breasts, still heavy and full with milk
seeped in tiny amounts, so I as going to wear a nursing bra, but decided not
to and so just put on a thin black dressing gown and a pair of black high
heels. I still felt anxious, but aroused at the same time. There were
butterflies in my stomach and a fluttering in my chest which added to my
discomfort. Despite this it was compellingly sensual and arousing to be
preparing to go to the room of a man with my breasts still full of milk from
a first child, and spread for him, leaving my husband alone in the house, so
I could take a his seed into me, with the express purpose of having his
child.
Finally I stepped from my room and walked down the hall to the rear kitchen
door, my breasts naked and heavy leaking a little milk and I regretted my
decision not to wear a bra, my pussy was wet with anticipation of what was
to come but my legs heavy and my mind reluctant, I now knew what it must
have felt like to be a concubine going to the master for the first time. The
quarters were outside down a covered walkway with a thick hedge to give them
privacy and consisted of three fairly well sized rooms each of which serve
as a combined bedroom and lounge. There is a shared shower room partitioned
and with lockable doors two toilets and a shared Kitchen area. Very basic
and Spartan, but clean and fresh. Charles at this time was the only
occupant.
I walked along the covered walkway in the warm night air my heart pounding
my legs still feeling heavy my knees trembling with anxiety and sexual
arousal all at once. I nearly turned back once, the sudden fear of him being
shocked and horrified at what I intended to do almost stopping me in my
tracks, however I convinced myself I would just go and talk and see how he
reacted. Then I had another heart stopping thought, what would I tell him
was my reason for coming out to him at night, why had I not just called
him!!.
By this time I had turned the corner my pussy swollen my nipples erect and I
could feel blood rushing through my ears and knew my face must be flushed.
I approached his room, he was sitting in his room at a small table, the door
open to keep it cool a single table light on, dressed in a light shirt and
shorts. The room had a single bed pushed against the wall, a small sofa and
the table with 3 chairs. He stood up as I entered looking concerned asking
if there was a problem. I reassured him there was no problem I had come to
see if everything was alright. I could not respond for a instant and mumbled
an enquiry if his room was ok, and that everything was in order. He said it
was fine. I looked at the sparse room trying to find some conversation that
seemed normal, asking if he needed any more furniture, offering him some of
our spare, that was in the garage. He stood there thanking me. My mind was
racing lost for words as the situation, very out of the normal - a white
woman in a thin black dressing gown dark patches on her chest from seeping
milk, made up with painted nails and toes, high heels shoes, 10pm in the
night talking to a black man in his room!! I walked over to his bed and
asking if it was comfortable sat down on it as if to try it. It was very
firm and I leant back my dressing gown opening to expose my legs.
I said it was a bit hard and that perhaps we should get another one for him.
He still stood and thanked me his eyes lingering along my exposed legs. I
sat like that letting him look at me then stood up, approaching up close to
him telling him that we were very happy with him and his work and enquired
if he was happy with us??. He said he was fully satisfied, enjoying the work
working for us, again thanking me for my kindness in asking. He was a real
gentleman. I was standing close to him and could just smell his male smell,
fresh sweat and soap.
I put my arm on his and told him he did not need to stand up for me to
please sit down which he did. I sat in a chair opposite him and talked about
his family and general things. He relaxed, but I could feel the milk from my
breasts seeping into my dressing gown and making a wet patch. I saw him look
at this a couple of times and so asked if he had any tissue paper. He went
to his bed side cabinet and took out a box of tissues. I took out each
breast and wiped it then put some tissue over each one and thanking, him
saying that I had just had a bath and in my rush had not put on the nursing
bra. We talked some more about his life and his family and he found the
courage to ask about the child and I told him about my black lover and he
asked if my husband accepted and I told him what had happened. He looked at
me differently now his eyes scanning my exposed legs where the dressing gown
had split to reveal them. He wanted to know if I was going to have more
children and I said yes. He said that black men in Africa had large families
informing me with pride that he had 4 children. We talked and he relaxed
telling me that I was a good mother breast feeding my child for so long,
most white women he said either did not or only did it for a couple of
months. I asked him if he would like to have a white wife like me. He got a
little nervous and embarrassed at the question, but nodded a yes. I asked
him if he had ever had a white woman and he fiddled and got very nervous at
how suddenly sexual the conversation had become, but said no he never had,
he had never even seen one naked. Now feeling a little more in control I
asked if he liked white women and he said some, but some were harsh and loud
and looked down on black men. I laughed and said did he find me harsh. He
told me he thought I was very soft and pleasant and considerate of black
men. I then asked if he would like to make love to a white woman!! He looked
shocked and just stared at me nervous and not knowing how to respond finally
saying yes. I then asked him if he would like to have sex with me?? He was
visibly shocked by such a bold question and enquired how my husband might
view it. I reassured him on that and asked if he did not find me attractive,
or did he only like black girls. He said he thought I was very nice but, I
was the mistress of the house and married to his boss!!. I stood up, taking
hold of his hand I pulled him to his feet leading him to the bed, he came
reluctantly but I said it was alright he did not need to worry and I opened
my dressing gown now aroused and feeling very wanton pressing my naked body
up against him. He stood stiffly in my arms still tense with concern so I
kissed his face and reassured him feeling his hardness pressing against me
as I pushed my pelvis against his crotch. He kissed me very reluctantly at
first then got more confident and kissed me passionately and my breasts
pressed against him making his shirt wet from milk. He pushed me gently onto
the bed and lay on top of me kissing me very passionately my full breasts
seeping milk onto his shirt I parted my legs as he ground his hips into my
naked crotch rubbing my already wet slit through his trousers with his rigid
cock. He stood up and removed his shirt and trousers and his lovely black
cock stood up hard against his belly and I lay naked on the bed spread in
abandon highly aroused looking at him waiting for him to pleasure me. I was
now actually trembling with excitement looking at this black man standing
next to me his cock hard and upright, thinking that it was going enter me
that naked shaft deep in my bare vagina having me as his white breeding sow
to fill with his seed deep in my unprotected and fertile womb, with me still
swollen breasted with milk from child, and a stomach not yet flat from
birth. It was earthy, sensual, and highly erotic all in one. He climbed on
the bed and lay on me, once again pressing his hardness against my pubic
mound and killing me with fiery passion. I reached down and guided his cock
into my wet open vagina, feeling him enter me, all hot and soft and open
inside for him, making me squirm at the sheer erotic pleasure of it.
Wrapping my legs round him, I whispering, wantonly and in sexual abandon,
into his ear that he was lovely and begging for him to fuck me and fill me
with his black seed. He ground his hips into mine his cock felt fantastic
and hard in my pussy and I pumped my hips to milk it, my orgasm surging up
into me fuelled by the strangely erotic thought of being bred by a black
servant. He, obviously very aroused at having his first white woman, began
to breath very heavily and make grunting noises followed by a long loud
grunt as he came and my orgasm followed, I ground hard against him and
squeeze my thighs tight saying yeeessss, yesssss, yesssssss give it to me
darling, give it to me, opening wide my thighs and pushing up too take it
all. We lay entwined tight, his juices mingling with mine, for a few while
then the shock of what he had done made him jump up apologising profusely. I
pulled him down onto the bed telling him I had come here for this and it was
OK. He relaxed and we talked lying on the bed. He began explored my body
commenting on the differences between me and black girls fingering my cum
filled slit and asking if I would have his baby. I said yes I hoped so as my
child needed a brother, or sister. He beamed a big white smile - he now knew
what was going on. I kissed him and said I wanted to do it again with him
and that I was his woman and he would give me a child, he could not stop
beaming that big white smile lighting up his face. He lay down beside me and
I stroked and studied his black body. It was lean and hard from a physical
life style with very tight black curly chest and pubic hair his testicles
were tight and very big. His cock was long and slim about 8 inches with a
lovely head. He had been crudely circumcised and there was a knot of skin
under his cock rim which was rubbery and somehow sexy. I could not resist
and lent forward taking his cock in my mouth tasting his sperm and my
juices, he jumped in shock and I realised he had never been sucked. I sat up
and told him to lie back and enjoy it. I sucked his cock head, licking down
the shaft and cupping his testicles, my breasts dripped tiny drops of milk
every now and then white against his black skin and pubic hairs. He moaned
with pleasure his hand occasionally touching the back of my head as I sucked
and licked his shaft. I felt him stiffen getting ready to cum so stopped. I
kissed him all up his stomach and chest and to his lips kissing him hard and
with passion as I straddled him guiding his cock into me and sat down then
leaning forward and lying on his chest I began to pump up and down as fast
as I could kissing him with a hungry passion now aroused and wanting his
seed like a drug addict He grabbed me hard by my buttocks and held me tight
to him as he shot his seed into me again. I cried out thanking him over and
over again as he shot and then my orgasm just flowed and I twitched and
bucked on top of him totally lost in the pleasure making whimpering noises
and calling his name, thanking him as it surged through me in long drawn out
waves. We lay tired from the exertions, then I left creeping into the house
as my husband slept, a vagina open and swollen, full of black seed - a
satisfied white wife bred by a black man.
