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 I'm married to a wonderful man.  We live in a nice house in a good
neighborhood.  My husband travels on business often and plans on making a
long trip this week.

   His long trips sometimes leaves me sexually frustrated so I have to
resort to playing with my toys.  My mind starts drifting as I play with my
vibrator.  My head leaned all the way back as I rub my clit.

   I can see a picture in my head of our new neighbor.  He's black and very
muscular.  I get the idea from him that he could be very dominant.

   I fantasize about a situation where I am with him and I've been in a
relationship with him for a while.  We've been seeing each other often. 
Whenever my husband is on one of his long trips.  I get a phone call from
him just hours before my husband leaves on his trip.

   He tells me it's long overdo that I should be black bred.  I try to
explain that my husband would kill me if he found out I was pregnant with a
black baby.  He won't listen to my pleads and explains how he wants me to
prepare for the evening.

   He tells me this before haning up and I spend the whole day at my job in
a terrible state, just anticipating.

   On a break, perhaps my cell phone rings, and it is him, telling me just
a hint about what is in store and a 'suggestion' about where I should be
when he arrives at my house that evening.

   I fix dinner for us, and he arrives at my front door a bit late.  The
table is set, and he takes the bottle of wine out and a pair of glasses out
to pour us a drink.

   I go upstairs to take off my clothing- cooking naked is not a good idea
when you are excited and likely to spill something.  We sit outside on the
deck as the sun goes down, and he tells me the rest of his plans.

   I love the way wind feels on my body when I'm naked, it's one of the
nicest things about living in the country.  I love sunbathing in the nude.
I suspect my neighbor has seen me many times out in my back yard.

   It starts to cool off, as it does in the desert in the evening, and I
move to sitting with him on a love seat on our back porch.  I move to sit
on his lap.  I'm already wet I have been all day, more or less.  I would
wonder how he knew THIS was the day I ovulate, as even I don't usually keep
track of my periods that closely.  I am not very organized though, and he
is.

   He tells me how sexy he thinks I am, runs his hands up and down my sides
and caresses my breasts before tweaking my nipple.  "I want to see these
get even bigger."

   I shiver.  This isn't usually a fantasy of mine- I am a double D, which
is quite enough when you are running after an out of control puppy that
your student has let, for some unknown reason, off leash.  Tonight though,
is not about practical.  It's about need.  I have to ask myself, "Why does
my husband have to take these long trips?"

   My pussy feels like a vacuum, pulling the rest of my body in towards it,
desperate to be filled with something.

   I can't resist any longer, I reach down to touch myself, but he grabs my
hand.  "Tonight, you are receptive, and you will receive nothing I don't
give you."

   I make a noise that is somewhere between a groan of frustration and a
laugh.  We are a partnership, with give and take, but he has his moments of
this, and it is, as I know, natural.

   I am an independent, strong-minded individual, and I don't really think
of myself as submissive, but when he really wants something?  He usually
gets it, and it turns me on.  A lot of people throw around the words
'dominant, submissive, alpha'- it's sort of a trade hazard for me, as I am
a dog trainer.  And it usually makes me laugh, because when people in ahem,
the adult world, start tossing the terms around?

   Well...  some of the interpretations are pretty weird.  The dominant
wolf- or dog- in a pack doesn't go around picking fights, and he doesn't
get his jollies bossing someone.  Dominance simply means that when he DOES
feel the need for things to go a certain way, they do.  Tonight, the
dominant one wants to breed me- and I will be bred.

   He leans towards me then, and takes my nipple in his mouth, bites gently
and then smiles at me.  "Let's go upstairs."

   I know, if I wanted to, I could say no, and he would respect it.  But I
don't WANT to say no.  The practical considerations are not my
responsibility any more- he has taken all that and reduced me to my most
basic, primal self.  I am sitting across his lap, straddling him, and I use
the excuse of standing up to grind against him- just once.

   "Ah-" he cautions, the same sound we use with our dogs, who are out in
the kennel tonight, as if I am an animal incapable of language.  I nearly
am.  Sensation is far more important than thought at this point, but his
disapproval is clear and I subside.

   He stands up, and we walk into the house and up the stairs to our master
bedroom together.  The bedroom my husband and I share.  The lights are not
turned on, but the room is not completely dark.  Silvery light comes from
the windows on the outer wall and illuminates the bed, covers neatly folded
at the foot, one of my duties this afternoon.

   "Go lay down," he says, "On your stomach." I KNOW he is going to draw
this out, and I am ready NOW- but I obey, propping my head on my crossed
arms and looking back at him, waiting.

   He unbuttons his shirt, folds it.  "Now you are just being mean." I say.
His normal routine is dropping things on the floor, where I inevitably trip
over them.

   He smiles.  "So?" He unbuttons his pants, removes his boxers, his shoes
were already gone at the bottom of the stairs.  I spread my legs, wriggle,
I hope, provocatively, and he drops his pants and climbs onto the bed
himself, lightly slapping me on the ass.  "Stay still." I laugh.

   He begins to rub my back, lightly, starting with my shoulders, the back
of my neck (which he bends to kiss and then nip, which is completely,
unfairly erotic for no reason I can explain).  Working down my spine,
across my buttocks.

   It seems like hours but is probably only a minute or two, before he
tells me to turn over and lays down next to me on his side, so we are
facing each other.

   "I can't wait," he says "To see your belly grow and know that it is my
child." He reaches out and places a hand on my abdomen, approximately where
said bump will be, hopefully.  "I want to fuck you from behind when you are
full and round and heavy with a black child."

   "I want to drink from your nipples and watch you squirm, knowing that it
was me who made you this way, and will again."

   He sits up, I start to follow, but he motions me back down, moving to
sit between my spread legs, leaning over me.  He runs his hands down my
body again, circling my nipples- which are so hard at this point they are
painful, avoiding my ribs, which is good, as I am ridiculously ticklish,
especially when aroused.  He fits his hands around my waist, thumbs rubbing
over my hip bones, continuing down, to rest on my thighs.

   He is kneeling, and he slips his hands under me to lift me so that my
lower body is resting on his knees, giving him full access to my crotch
with his hands.  This is a position he's used in the past for teasing me,
and a game we've played before- just how long does it take before I begin
to beg for him to hurry up and fuck me?

   He runs a finger gently down the lips of my pussy, which are thick,
fleshy, and used to bother me as 'abnormal' from the tight, tiny-lipped
things of girls in porn videos and pictures.  With my legs spread as they
are though, they are pulled tightly open, just enough flesh for him to
pinch and pull at in a way that is almost, but not quite so intense as to
be painful.

   He traces inside the lips, around my pussy itself, then touches the
little spot just above my clit that drives me mad even when I am too
sensitive for my clit to be stimulated directly.  I gasp and strain to open
my legs wider.

   My pussy strains, longing for something, anything to fill it, to be
drawn up inside of me and to fill the empty places inside me exactly as
nature intended them to be filled.

   He presses a finger, two fingers inside of me and I can't help my pussy
tightening on them, but they are deliberately withdrawn, kept out, pulled
back, leaving me emptier than ever.

   I moan, something about "I want you inside me," but probably less
sensible, as my brains have migrated to my crotch; every nerve in my body
is there, on fire, and he does it again, harder, pressing this time with
the heel of his hand against my pubic bone and I buck, desperate now.

   He is as hard as a rock, I can feel his black cock frustratingly near
and yet not inside of me.  "Please."

   "Tell me what you want." He says, stilling the motion of his hand,
although the pressure remains.  My pulse throbs, I squirm.

   "I want you to fuck me," I say.  "Please, for god's sake, just fuck me."


   He smiles, motionless, and I know he wants to hear it all.  "Please,
fuck me and cum in me and make me pregnant.  I want to have your baby.  I
want you to fuck me when I'm pregnant and big and tight and I want you to
do it again and again-" And he does.

   His cock slides into me easily, fitting into me as if I was made to fit
it like a custom made glove- he's large but it feels just right.  He leans
over me, rearranging us on the bed, him still in me, until I can bear it no
more and move my hips.  He is filling me, but I am still empty, and I NEED
more.

   He pulls back, then pushes back into me.  I push my hips up at him as he
moves, we move, and together we begin the long fall into ecstasy, speeding
up together as we both near our climaxes.

   I come quickly, having been on edge so long, but just as the final waves
are washing over me, he hits bottom, the head of his prick bumping up
against my cervix, and I come again, thinking about the nearness of his
black cock to my fertile womb.

   "Cum in me," I manage to gasp, breathless.  "I want your cum in my belly
making me big and tight and pregnant."

   I have heard, but never believed, that women can feel it when a man
ejaculates.  Scientists insist it isn't possible, but I can tell you that
it is.

   He explodes in me with a gasp and a sudden bursting of warmth that sets
off a third explosion in me, and I wrap my legs tighter around him, not
sure when they got there, but I pull him to me, deeper and deeper, and we
both finish together.  He remains on top of me, inside me, as he softens,
and I murmur a denial as he finally withdraws, wanting to keep the full
feeling.

   And I am black bred.

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