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Black Bred Housewife

Written By Helen
Please note: The photos were taken by Helen a few weeks after she became
pregnant with a black baby. They are self shots she took with her cell phone

What I'm about to tell you is absolutely true. My name is Helen and my
husbands name is Paul, and we have been married for nine years, lately
we had been arguing a lot over the fact that I was having no luck
getting pregnant again although we had been at it like rabbits for months.

Let me first say that I already had two children and I loved my husband
dearly, however I was getting frustrated by our lack of success and we
were beginning to argue more and more, this one fatal evening being no
exception.

I can't remember what started the argument but things were said and I
ended up storming out of the house without any thought of where I was
going or what I was doing.

Anyhow as it was a fine summers evening I walked and walked until I
ended up in the town centre, just simply looking in shop windows at all
the latest fashions to cheer myself up.

I soon calmed down and decided to make my way back home, it was at this
point that things started to happen that were to change my life, perhaps
forever. As in most towns nowadays you always get a collection of loud
unruly guys hanging around being generally objectionable, and our town
was no exception.

As I began to walk past these thugs who all seemed to be black I was met
by some very coarse and crude comments, you know the sort of thing
'great tits, nice ass love etc'. I would normally have ignored such
remarks but probably because of my earlier temper I angrily rounded on
the men who were in their early twenties and demanded an apology for
such remarks. A tall and not very nice looking black guy pushed his way
to the front of the group who had now gathered quite menacingly around
me. Whats the matter slut? he said arrogantly, do you want me to play
with your tits? My face colored and I said angrily that he wouldn't dare.


Before I knew what was happening his hand had reached out, deftly
undoing the top three buttons of my light summer dress, at the same time
managing to slip his fingers inside my bra, he was now actively
squeezing my nipple. I brought my arm up instinctively to push him away,
but as I did so one of the other guys put his hand up my skirt, pulled
my skimpy pants to one side and slid at least two fingers deep inside
me. I gasped and my knees started to buckle, another of the guys had now
moved in and slid another finger inside me along with that of his
friends, he laughed saying out loud 'the tart's ready for it, she's well
juiced up'. He was right I was, here was I a thirty-two year old married
woman, a mother of two children, being groped and abused in broad
daylight by a large group of younger black men, and instead of shouting
for help I had never felt so sexually aroused.

The black guy who had first approached me, who I later learned was
called Jamal said that I was a wanton bitch who needed a good fucking, I
said nothing but mealy nodded my head. I had never been spoken to in
such a manner before, but the more he spoke dirty to me the more aroused
I was becoming. My mind was in a whirl as the group led me along a
pathway to what led to a boarded up property next to some waste ground.
I was quickly shoved inside and led into a filthy and squalid downstairs
room devoid of furniture except for a dirty old mattress on the floor.

The atmosphere was now electric as the guys formed a close circle around
me, I counted eight black men in all, I was shaking not with fear but
with excitement as Jamal came up to me, quickly removing my dress
followed by my bra and pants. As soon as this was done the comments
became ever more crude and I was pushed down on the mattress under a
groping sea of hands and I had an orgasm very quickly. Then I looked up
and saw that Jamal had removed his pants and was now stood over me, his
large black dick hard and erect, lust was now coursing through my body
as I begged him to fuck me. He told me to kneel up doggy style so he
could fuck me like the whore that I was, I did as I was ordered. My
pussy was lubricating freely as I felt the tip of his manhood enter me
for the first time, then I suddenly tensed as I realized that he wasn't
using anything. Whats the matter he asked? I replied that I wasn't on
the pill. Listen you slag, I'M going to fuck you and I'M going to come
inside you, and then all the rest of my guys are going to do the same
o.k.? I was so far gone by this time that I just didn't care anymore and
I practically screamed at them that they could all do whatever they
wanted to me.


Jamal then plunged his dick deep inside me and I had another orgasm for
the second time, two of the others grabbed a tit each and yet another
shoved his dick inside my mouth. It wasn't long before I felt Jamal
speed up then his body tensed as I felt the first squirts of his come
flooding my womb and I came again, all fears of an unwanted pregnancy
long since gone.

As Jamal climbed off me he was quickly replaced by one of the others,
and so it began, I was fucked by each one of the others in turn, some of
them twice, all of them came inside me and my body was abused in every
way imaginable.

After they had all finished with me Jamal pulled me to my feet and gave
me my dress, I asked for my underwear but he said that the guys would
keep it as a souvenir. I asked if anyone had a tissue so I could wipe
myself, but Jamal told me that a slut like me should walk home with all
their seed inside me. This sort of talk instead of upsetting me only
heightened my sexual arousal and Jamal sensed this fact, so it was that
I put on my dress and set off to walk back home.

What a sight I must have looked, my hair all messed up and matted with
spunk, two buttons had popped off my dress which meant my tits were on
almost open display, and streams of seed were now making their way down
my thighs and down the backs of my legs.

When I got back home I was relieved to find my husband had gone to bed,
so I quietly crept into the bathroom put my heavily soiled dress in the
washing basket and got in the shower. I was shocked when I examined
myself, as my body was covered in small bruises and I had a number of
love-bites on my tits, I would have to be careful that hubby didn't see
me naked for a few weeks. As my mind raced through the events of the
evening I found myself becoming aroused yet again and had to finger
myself whilst finishing off my shower, something I hadn't done since I
was a teenager, my body shuddered to a climax as I thought about Jamal.
After that I quickly got dried and crept into bed wondering how I was
going to face my husband in the morning.


I lay awake for quite a while going over the events of the past few
hours, what had made me behave in such a manner, and would I now be
saddled with a pregnancy. I would never be able to lie to my husband if
I was pregnant as all the lads were colored. I made my mind up to go to
the doctors later that day for the morning after pill, and with that
sorted I drifted off to sleep.

Next morning I was up bright and early and got dressed before my husband
had chance to see the state of my body. Nothing was mentioned about our
argument of the previous evening and after my hubby had left for work I
got the kids sorted out and we set off on the school run

After dropping the kids off at school I made my way back home as I
thought I would make myself look presentable before going to the
doctors. However as I turned onto our avenue I could see two figures on
our driveway. As I got nearer I froze in horror, for the people on my
drive were non other than Jamal and his friend Mustafa, I had forgot
that I had foolishly told Jamal where I lived.

My stomach churned as I approached them, a mixture of fear and
excitement, I asked them what the hell they were doing on my drive,
Jamal laughed and said he had come to see his slut. I had decided that
the events of last night were a one off and nothing like that would ever
happen again. Not wanting to be seen by the neighbors I thought I better
get the guys inside while I explained this to them.

However no sooner had I shut the front door than Mustafa shoved me
against the wall in the hallway and thrust his hand up my skirt, I tried
to push him away but the feelings I had experienced last night returned
with a vengeance. I opened my legs wide as he pulled my pants to one
side and before I knew what was happening he was fucking me in my own
hallway against the wall. I groaned as I came strongly and it wasn't
long before I felt him tense and shoot squirt after squirt of his seed
deep inside me.

Jamal just smiled after Mustafa had finished with me, I think he knew at
this point that I was totally under their control, a fact that I had now
acknowledged to myself. Jamal informed me that we were going out but
first I needed to change into something that befitted my status as a
whore. I replied in a lusty voice that I wasn't any whore I was their
whore. Mustafa went to my wardrobe and chose a tiny flared mini skirt
that I hadnt worn since my courting days, to add to this was chosen a
very tight white tee-shirt, a G-string and no bra, plus a pair of my
highest heeled shoes.

Just seeing myself dressed like this turned me on and I badly wanted
Jamal to fuck me, but he said we were going out but would not tell me
where. As we walked towards my car I was conscious of how I looked and
hoped no-one else on the avenue could see me.


As I drove towards town Jamal gave me directions, eventually telling me
to stop outside a taxi business which I was told belonged to one of
Mustafas relations. Jamal leaned across and played with my tits which
made me groan with lust, he then asked me if I would do anything he
wanted, and I nodded. Good he said, then I want you to go inside the
taxi shop and have sex with the guy at the counter. I was horrified by
the suggestion and said that anything like that was completely out of
the question, and yet at the same time the wetness of my pussy was
telling me a different story and I knew then that I would do as they asked.

Jamal said I wasn't to argue and I slowly nodded my agreement, I got out
of the car and went inside the shop not knowing how to approach the
situation or what on earth I would say. The man behind the counter
looked me up and down as I walked in, his eyes burning into my braless
tits as they jiggled up and down mentally undressing me, he was a
colored guy not very attractive and probably in his late fifties.

He asked me where I wanted to go in not very good English, I blurted out
that I didn't require to go anywhere, but that I had always liked
colored men and I liked him. The chap was speechless and I felt
embarrassed, I could not believe what I was doing, here I was a young
married mother of two offering myself for sex with a total stranger, and
yet the sordidness of the situation was making me terribly aroused.

By now the man had regained his composure and was openly leering at me,
he moved to lock the shop door and beckoned me into a back room which I
took to be a rest room for the drivers. The room was rather grubby, the
only furniture being a settee and one easy-chair, the walls were
plastered with girlie pictures.

The man now started undressing me, I made no effort to stop him as he
quickly shoved me down onto the settee and entered me, I came almost
immediately my senses reeling. I had entered these premises less than
ten minutes ago and here I was having sex with a man whose name I didn't
even know. Just then something made me look up, two other men had
entered the room and I could see from the badges they were wearing that
they were taxi drivers, again both colored. One was in his thirties and
not bad looking, but the other guy was much older and fat with horrible
teeth and a pock marked face. I made no attempt to cover myself up but
instead spurred my lover on as the other two men watched. I felt him
speed up and then his dick twitched as yet another stream of seed
flooded my unprotected womb. As the first man climbed off me I wantonly
beckoned one of the other men who had been watching to take me, the
younger of the two had me first although he didn't last very long. Next
came the ugly fat guy, he smelt strongly of body odor which instead of
turning me off had quite the opposite effect, and as he came inside me I
begged him to give me a baby, after he climbed off me he turned me round
on all fours and proceeded to fist fuck me. I thought I was going to be
split in two as his fist sank deeper and deeper inside me but I took his
fist with embarrassing ease and I lost count of the times I came. One of
the guys had produced a camera from somewhere and was taking pictures of
me in every disgusting way possible which I actively encouraged, they
told me they were going to put them on the wall.

I later got dressed and triumphantly rejoined Jamal and Mustafa back in
my car, relating to them the details of what I had been up to, which met
with their approval. Over the next five or six weeks I was fucked almost
on a daily basis by Jamal and his friends and also by all of the taxi
drivers down at the shop, and my husband suspected nothing.

However the inevitable happened, I missed my next two periods, yes I was
well and truly pregnant and I had to tell Paul the truth. I had fully
expected him to throw me out on the street. He listened in shocked
silence to my revelations, but then to my joy and amazement he said he
understood that people had different needs and that he would stand by me.

I confessed to him that I wasnt sure if I would be able to stop what I
was doing with other men and perhaps it would be better if I left, but
he told me that so long as I was honest and open about what I was doing
then it would be acceptable to him for me to continue. What a husband!


































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