Coloring the Family Name
By Leta
willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com

With thanks to my inspiration mkarl for all the help and a
special thank you to all the great guys that mailed me with
encouragement's after my `Payback' story.  It was fun
getting to know you all, and I am sorry I got all guilty at
Christmas time and stopped writing.  If anyone will give me
a second chance, I will try to please you better this time.
Anyone that want's to be my mail friend is strongly welcomed
to mail me.

Story codes [F/MM, ir, slutwife, preg, anal/oral/straight ]



      I  probably never knew just how much of a racist
Michael was when I decided to wear his ring.  I may have
married him anyhow cause his family is absolutely loaded but
than a girl only does what she needs to do, right?  I mean,
Michael was a sweet enough guy. I guess.  It was just that
his racist attitudes really began to piss me off; especially
when it came to how he dealt with Jamal and Kobe.

      The boys were brothers who were in the family employ.
I call them boys but actually they were young men.  Jamal
was almost nineteen and Kobe had just turned seventeen.
Their duties at the family estate saw them as general
handymen but I guess I started thinking that the boys could
be put to better use teaching my husband some much needed
lessons in race relations.

      Maybe I did the whole thing because I was just bored.
A girl can only get so much fun spending her husbands
inheritance.  Michael certainly wasn't Mr. excitement in the
sack.  I mean, if it wasn't bad enough that he was barely
five inches, than what really left me desperately fingering
myself on a nightly basis was that he lasted about three
minuets, TOPS!

      I guess Michael's `short'-comings in bed might not
have been a problem if I was a virgin the day I walked that
aisle and said my `I do'; but I was definitely no virgin.
From the first time I made the mistake of being in the wrong
back ally at the right time, I knew what fucking was all
about.  Some capable and brutly man-beast putting me in my
properly womanly place as a hot little fuck-toy.  I probably
shouldn't have ended up with such an attitude given the
situation surrounding my first-time indoctrination into the
world of sex, but I really found myself with a passion for
guys who knew how to handle their weapons.  I had myself
some really good times but then I managed to catch the eye
of the young Mr. Michael White of `White Cosmetics' fame.

      As much as I had been loving my weekend excursions to
the other side of the tracks to get my black loving, the
chance to me Mrs. Leta White, socialite and multimillionaire
was just too good an opportunity to pass up.  One thing I
knew though was that boys like Michael never bought the cow
when the milk was free so suddenly I was a born-again
virgin.  The courtship was the `hardest' nine months of my
whole `fucking' life and I make that pun in it's most ironic
sense possible.  It wasn't that I had any real desire to sex
Michael himself as I knew the first time I met him that he
would never quite `measure'-up to my tastes, but going
cold-turkey really put me into chocolate withdrawals.  It
was so hard to tell myself that I would never again be
allowed to satisfy my hunger for dark meat.

      The sacrifices were all worth it though, as even with
the prenuptial I had to agree to, my ass was going to be
covered in the finest designer threads for the rest of my
life.  I was attending all the ritziest socials and we got
an entire wing of the family palace to live in.   I thought
I had died and gone to heaven.      

	Then came the first of my `disappointments.'

      I told myself that Michael was just overexcited
because of it being our wedding night and all.  I figured he
had some performance problems because of the alcohol and
stuff.  It was certainly not the fuck a new bride dreamed of
what with his trouble getting it up and than the five
strokes and finish that I received but at least I got my
load in me as I had planned our wedding date to coincide
perfectly with my peak fertility period.  

      Call me a silly romantic but getting pregnant on my
wedding night was a wonderful idea to me.  It was also my
second `disappointment' but certainly not my last.

      When I still wasn't pregnant after four months Michael
had me see a fertility specialist.  Of course, the problem
wasn't mine.  My `virile' husband never made an appointment
for himself.  It was such a load of shit.  I was told
sometimes it just took longer and to keep trying but if
anything I was extremely fertile.  Hell, I knew that from
the two bastards I had already had planted in me from my
high school days with the studs on the team.  Of course, I
couldn't very well tell my bigoted husband that, now could
I?

      Maybe it was the frustration and pressures of trying
to produce a heir to the family fortune that just really
eroded my tolerance for Michael's ignorant prejudices.  His
family wasn't much better employing all the `nigger-slaves'
in the most menial of laborious tasks around the house.  At
least they never came right out and called a `spade-a-spade'
so to speak, but it made my ears burn when I heard Michael
go `nigger' this and' nigger' that.  If talk got around to
discussing them as a group I almost just wanted to kill my
husband when he talked about how inferior the jungle-monkeys
were and how they only wanted to take what rightfully
belonged to the white man.

      It took some supreme control on my part to hold my
tongue from lashing right out and telling my `loving'
husband that the reason I would never consider him a `man'
at all was that I had been sexed by several of these
`jungle-monkeys' and the one word never to refer to their
abilities was `inferior!'  It actually brought back a lot of
very erotic feelings in me while I tried to carefully defend
against my husband's ignorance.  I couldn't come right out
and tell Michael to `shut-the-fuck-up' when he was
belittling the Afro-race, but I did tell him he was wrong.
and when he finally fired Jamal and Kobe; I knew it was
finally time to do something that would teach my impotent
husband the lesson he needed in race-relations.  It was time
to give my new family the baby that would re-'color' it's
way of looking at the world.

      The problem would be how to do it in such a way as to
not get my white ass tossed to the gutter when I popped the
little surprise out of my belly.  After all I had my own two
children living with my cousin Kate to support.  While I had
hoped to be able to soften Michael's attitudes towards
`niggers' enough to let me `adopt' my mulatto angles when I
was first married, I had long since realized that
impossibility.  The best mommy could do was live with this
racist `walking-wallet-with-a-dick' and send his money
covertly to feed the mouths of my babies; cause while
`their' daddies had none a bang-up job in putting me in the
family way, the unfortunate stereotype was pretty accurate
that the studs level of support was pretty much limited to
just having been the sperm donors.  Not that I could have
ever been happy living on welfare with any of these hunks
but I just think it is relevant to defend my having married
my husband in the first place in that I really did need the
money and I ly had no idea how racist he was or just what a
disappointing fuck he would prove to be.

      Those were all the prime factors that were in play
when the final outrage occurred.  Oh I'm sure there are
probably one or two `white-boys' who will read this and just
judge me as some sort or slut or whore, but I really think I
would have honored my marriage despite all my husband's
inadequacies if he had just not gone and been so unjust with
his treatment of the brothers.  

      I guess I can't state with a certainty that they
didn't steal the jewelry.  They did have opportunity but so
did several of the family members and a couple other members
of the staff.  The police said that there was no case
against the brothers.  I had wanted to speak up for them
when questioned by the authorities but Michael was right
there and he did everything but claim to have seen the boys
pocket his mother's jewels.  

      Now obviously, I couldn't get to close to these young
men given the climate of the house, but it sure seemed to me
that my husband was doing everything he could do frame them
for everything from the jewelry heist to being OJ's hatched
assassins.  I couldn't help but think, given Michael's
passion for the ponies and taking into account that he was
no more capable laying down a wager than he was in laying
down his wife, that if anyone had a motivate for hawking
mom's jewelry that it would be her pathetic son himself.

      Michael's frame job actually got the boys arrested and
incarcerated for nine days before the cow-toeing DA had to
admit there was no evidence besides my husband's slanderous
and bigoted accusations.  The fact that it had been Michael
who had arranged to have the boys gain their unsupervised
access to the opened safe was just ignored by everyone. but
not me.

      I couldn't be sure that the guys would be willing to
take their revenge in the manner I had planned, but I
figured $25 000 each, of Michael's money would buy the stud
services I desired even if they didn't want to breed me just
for the satisfaction of ruining the good `White' family
name.

      Luckily both of the gorgeous, young hound dogs were
exxxcited with my little proposal as I laid out the details
in their dank little one bedroom apartment.  I think given
the huge bulges in the front of their trousers that they
wouldn't have objected to making me into their Oreo love
cookie right than and there, but as I explained the full
charm of my plan, they saw how I would be able to get them
the $50 000 I was promising and still be able to walk away a
very wealthy young woman myself.  It was almost surprising
in a way but as iron clad as my husband's prenuptial he had
forced me into was, there was just no provision about me
ending up with a interracial baby from test-tube
fertilization.

      The trick was going to be to get my limp dicked hubby
to agree to this slight to his manhood.  I was going to have
to use every ounce of cunning conivery I had to pull of this
operation but the rewards were going to be all my hearts
desires as I would take my chunk of the White's fortune and
get back to the black where I desperately wanted to be.

      Michael was telling me that he was going to breed me
and all we had to do was keep trying.  It was such a joke.
He was barely able to get it up twice a week and than it was
a certainty in my own mind at least, that all he was firing
were swimmers as impotent as he was at stirring any reaction
from me other than total loathing.  I desperately prayed
each day that my nagging and scheming would bare `fruit' so
to speak, but Michael was quickly proving to be just as vain
as he was ignorant and prejudiced.

      Meanwhile, I knew the boys had already been fired from
jobs they had both found, as my asshole husband seamed
determined to screw them over a hell of a lot more
effectively than he had ever screwed me.  I was trying to
help the boys with expenses but it was becoming imperative
that we exxxercise the plan before our opportunity was lost.

      Part of Michael's trust arrangement from his
grandfather was to produce an heir by the time he was
twenty-seven.  Even though Michael still had a several
months to continue his fumbling attempts to do the deed
himself, the pressure was getting to him.  Having mommy
continuously on our asses about her grandchild was getting
to him to.  When I had seemingly brought up artificial
insemination for the bazillionth time, he finally told me
enough was enough and if that is what it took to get me
pregnant than we would do it.  It was just so appropro that
even when falling into my carefully laid trap, he was still
clinging to the ridiculous notion that it was me having a
hard time getting pregnant.

      Now forgive me if I haven't explained why the
artificial insemination stuff was important and how Jamal
and Kobe would factor in.  It really does get a little
convoluted here.  If only there wasn't so god-aweful much
money at stake, I would have just fucked the boys and sent
Michael a videotape to cry over, but it was vitally
important that my baby get the rights to the family fortune.
As much as I was going to love getting my first satisfying
fuck in close to two years, it was just as important for my
sensibilities that I ruin my husband for the sake of
righteous retribution.  If I had simply slept my way to a
successful impregnation than my hubby would have had every
right to toss my unfaithful ass to the trash.  Even if I
would have just cried `rape', Michael would have just
jettisoned the child.  In order to stick him with this
colorful surprise I was going to need to get some legal
documentation of my own and thus came the need for the
elaborateness of the setup.

      I told Michael I needed a commitment from him that he
would accept the baby as his own and give him all legal
rights of a true son.  My husband was an asshole again and
told me that his word was good enough.  I guess, given that
the bulk of Michael's trust was reliant on his bringing an
heir into the family, he may have been a little puzzled at
why I was requesting some legal obligations on his part.  In
my defense I had to get a little bitchy and accuse him that
he would never accept the child fathered by another man's
sperm.  Michael turned it around on me and the whole mess
almost unraveled but the clock was ticking and so the
lawyers drew up the papers.  

      I made sure to have the agreement worded so that it
wouldn't give away the fact that the baby was going to be a
half-breed but it did nothing to cover the eventuality.  Of
course, Michael was going to be absolutely sure of the
donar-sperm but that would not be problematic for me at all.

      The trick now became a matter of timing.  I falsified
my cycle information with the clinic.  While I think they
may have been suspicious, I was Mrs. Michael White and as
long as I had the money, they would plant me on the day I
said.  I also had an excuse to go to Los Angeles the next
day after I would take the procedure.  I decided I would
report myself `raped' to a local ER and get myself a morning
after fix just on the off chance the artificial insemination
had worked.  After all this planning the last thing I wanted
was to be already filled with the boys got their goes at
knocking me up.

      I guess there may have been easier ways to orchestrate
this whole adventure.  I doubt any of them could have been
so much fun though.  I felt absolutely wicked as I popped
that pill in LA.  The added benefit was that even though I
used a false identify, if everything totally backfired I
would have my rape excuse to save my own financial security.
In the whole nine month scheme of things, a couple weeks
isn't that much time to explain away with dates but I really
didn't know just how the pill or my possible impregnation
would effect my cycles and if I was opening any holes in the
logic it wasn't altogether imprudent to have contingency
plans.

      Needless to say, I was a very eager and horny little
slut when I walked my little white ass up that urine scented
staircase to the boy's third floor apartment for my first
insemination injections from their potent,
white-wife-pleasing, black-babymakers.

	The guys were `up' to see me too.

      My heart was pounding as fast as a teenybopper's
parked for the first time at inspiration point.  It was
ridiculous at just how nervous I felt.  Like the first time
I ever stepped into an all black bar following my rape.  I
knew what I wanted, but the desire still scared me just how
totally forbidden and taboo it was.

      Even though Kobe was the younger of the brothers, he
was the smoother operator and to put me at ease he took me
in those strong young arms of his and planted a wet one on
my willing red lips.  His hands quickly found the hem of my
skirt so he was on my ass like magic.  I pressed myself
against his rock hard, muscled chest while I allowed him to
feel up my ass through my skimpy satin panties.

      "So did you guys save yourselves for me," I asked as I
was finally released from Kobe's embrace.

      "It's practically swimming to my eyeballs Mrs. White.
I never went more `en half a day before.  You going to get
enough to give you triplets."

      The thought of taking three wonderfully dirty black
babies back to the family made me wetter if it would have
been  possible for my panties to be any more drenched than
they already were with my exxxcitement.  With all the
fertility drug shit that I had been taking, there was a
chance I could end up like one of them bitches with six or
seven babies from this day. enough to field my own NBA team
almost.

      Unfortunately, there was also a chance I was fucked up
on my cycle with the pill and everything and even the
superiority of this `nigger' seed wouldn't find any hapless
little white eggs in me to subdue, conquer, and breed.  That
was one though I didn't want to think about at all as I
walked with the boys to their seedy little bedroom.

      "So tell me Jamal, how many other white pussies have
been laid in this bed?"

      "Fuck, I ain't never done a white girl before," he
answered my query.

      The news actually kind of disappointed me in a way.  I
mean, the way it all works with black cock being so much
better and all, that it really was a sad state of affairs
when most ignorant white prejudices will forever deny so
many white wives from ever knowing the bliss of an ebony
experience.  While there were getting to be more and more
`niggers' around each day, A young man, Jamal's age should
have already had an opportunity to have had several white
pussies.

	"Oh, what about you, Kobe?" 
	
      "I never done her here.  Mama would frown on it so me
and James did her at his place."

      I guess I only mention the exchange cause it was a
little cute.  I mean while both brothers were `men' in all
the important ways, the fact that they were so inexperienced
with white pussy, and the fact they still lived at home with
their mama almost made me feel like a cradle robber despite
the fact that at just twenty-two years of age I was not all
that much older than the boys themselves.

      I sat down on their mama's bed and waited while they
set up the three video camera's I had brought over to
document the show.  Even if everything else failed and I
somehow ended up babyless and/or penniless, I still wanted
to make sure Michael knew how good I had it with these
`inferior savages.'  Hopefully, I planned it that the videos
would never be seen by anyone but myself, but it was still
important to have the option available.

      When we were ready there was a slightly awkward
hesitation by the boys.  I guess maybe it was because they
had never shared a woman before.  I told them to sit their
black asses on the bed while I showed them what they were
getting.  I went to turn the radio on and some sweet jazz
filled the room.  I started to peal.

      My three hundred dollar Versace original hit the
filthy floor as I simply swayed to the music and popped the
buttons to exxxpose my 36 C's.  Of course I had a bra in the
way of a full unveiling, but the way the boy's eyes lit up,
I think they liked the tease.  I reached down and slowly
started to tug at the waist of my cute little skirt.  It
wasn't nearly as short as I may have liked, but the length
had allowed me to wear a very nice garter today so I turned
and bent over to accent my exxxquisite, little ass and then
pushed the skirt down around my legs.  I let the garment
fall to the dirty floor below with my skirt and turned to
face the boys again in the best that Fredrick's had to
offer.

      "SHIT!"  Was the exxxclamation from Jamal's somewhat
inelegant mouth.  Oh well, I wasn't there for any witty
discourse with these grade school drop outs anyhow, and
while they were no mental giants, I was very eager to
exxxxamen the substantiveness of the bulges raising in
salute to my desirability

      I asked Jamal if he would stand up.  As the oldest, I
thought it only fair he get first go at things.  Besides
that, I also had a sneaky suspicion that Kobe was actually
going to be the bigger of the two and I have always been a
firm believer in saving the best for last.

      I put my arms around his neck and stretched to plant
my lipstick coated smackers on his full, Negro lips.  I
loved the feel of kissing with a black when he had the
classic lips.  Jamal could have been that
actor-on-The-Practice's long lost twin brother with his
shaved head, brooding eyes, and big, delicious lips.  At a
very lanky 6'3" he was pretty damn intimidating too, which
just made me long to feel him have his way with me all the
more.  Even as an eighteen-year-old, this `boy' was more of
a man than my husband could have ever dreamed and that would
allow me to be the woman I always desired to be.

      I asked Kobe to man one of the camera's to make sure
to capture some close-ups as I started to undress his older
brother in anticipation of getting this little baby-making
adventure underway.  I pulled Jamal's Chicago Bull's jersey
off of him and put my lips to his nipples.  His chest was
just such a beautiful shade of rich chocolate.  I slowly
slid-kissed my way down his buff belly to the top of his
jeans.  

      I guess I really felt like the luckiest little girl in
the candy store as I kneeled submissively at the boy's big,
black feet and started to wrestle with his belt.  It was
like Christmas morning when I was still a child only this
time my fondest wish would be granted when I got this
`package' unwrapped.  Taking a man's belt off was always
good for me too as it always filled me with the image of how
it was going to feel on my ass before the fun was done.
While I couldn't have these boys giving me any unexplainable
bruises, a couple medium smacks of that belt would certainly
rev my engines. As if they needed any further stimulus as it
was.

      It had been nearly three years since I had a real
cock.  While the toy I kept in the mattress at home was
nice, it just didn't stack up to the real thing.  I
unbuttoned Jamal's fly and saw the bulging extension in the
front of his jock.  That old adage about `are you happy to
see me big boy or is that a.' Filtered through my thoughts
but I didn't give it voice as it was totally apparent that
Jamal was happy to see my pretty little face down at cock
level,; and happier still that I was about to take advantage
of the position to begin my girlie duties at cock-pleasing
now that I had exhausted the desires for any more
cock-teasing.

      It sprung at me like a coiled cobra as I pulled it
free of the tight refining of the jock.  I had to grasp the
snake quick with my hand to avoid it springing wildly into
my eye.  I jerked my head back to where I could im-picture
the magnificent elegance and majesty of his nine inches
almost, violently jetting out towards my waiting mouth, with
my left hand wrapped around the girth of his base in stark
contrast to the sheer size and color difference.  What made
the picture perfect was to see my $16 000 diamond studded
wedding ring in flesh contact with this boy's big, black
cock.  It was just so wonderful to be so wicked and yet know
that everything we were doing was just and righteous.

      I had to have a taste.  I pursed my lips and pressed
them to the head of his dick.  I gave him a kiss and his
cock twitched for me.  I gave him another kiss.  One thing I
had always liked with the niggers that had done my white ass
in the past was they were so cocksure of themselves.  The
ones that had raped me were understandably self-confidant,
but even all the times I had gone into the bars; it almost
never failed that I would be on my knees and the next thing
I knew, I would have someone pulling my blond hair hard
enough to practically yank it from my head as he forced me
to choke on every inch he had.  Jamal though, seamed almost
hesitant to allow me to be his willing, white-slut.

      Despite everything my asshole husband had done, I
really think the boy had a conscious about having another
man's wife.  Or maybe it was just the whole white/black
thing like the boy expected some freaks in sheets to come
bursting through the door at any moment.  I guess the boy's
hesitation to dirty me was cute in a way but I was really
hoping he would quickly realize the only honky in the room
with him was a slut that wanted it good and proper;  not
just to be fucked, but to take the whole three B's of the ir
exxxperience. to be `B'eaten, than `B'lacked, and finally
"B'reeded!!!

      I figured I maybe still needed to prove myself as if
paying the stud $25 000 wasn't going to be enough to let him
know that I was his body and soul.  I increased my passion
and pleasuring of his erect cock, licking the length of his
shaft as if it was a delicious chocolate ice cream cone.  I
reached his big, black, sweaty balls and licked eagerly so
demonstrate my willingness.  I was practically licking his
ass and was underneath him.  What more could I do to let
this kid know that I was his?

      I pulled back.  While I loved to have my hair pulled
very hard and painful while I sucked nigger-cock, not having
his strong black fingers entwined in my long, soft, blond
hair game me a little more control on things than I had ever
had before.  Being that my husband was such a complete dud
in bed, I had needed to develop some small amusements to try
to get what little I could from my trysts with hubby.  One
thing that I had found I liked was to see a lipstick ring
around the shaft of a cock to mark the depth I had been able
to accept.  

      It really was a very `little' amusement with Michael
as his puny five inches always could have fit easily into my
mouth.  Of course, I never accepted his full length.  It
never would have been difficult, but as I really saw no
reason to do this for my husband's satisfaction, and since
from my point of view, the only thing that would have been
accomplished was having Michael wonder about my expertise;
just always made sure I gagged whenever I took three inches.
I even told my husband I didn't like to suck cock just so I
wouldn't be tempted to take him all the way despite how much
of an `oral' girl I have always been.  

      Oh well, there was no need to play any of these games
with Jamal as I could just push my talents to the limit and
see if I still had what it took, to take what this nigger
had to offer.

      The thickness of his head actually seemed to fill my
mouth more than it had been since my final black experience
with Tyrone.  Tyrone had been a real world class dick and
even at my peak cocksucking skills, his fourteen inches had
been a real mouth full to say the least, as it had been a
struggle not to choke-out on his shlong as he had throat-me
till ejaculation.  It had been wonderful as I had dropped to
the nigger's feet, desperate for breath with his sperm
oozing down my throat, and would have been a fitting last
time ever but now it didn't need to be as I had Jamal and
his brother to start me back on the path I just knew would
see me take hundreds [if not thousands] of new
deep-throating exxxperiences.

      First though I had to prove I could still handle
Jamal.

      I tried to remember the tricks I had perfected when
dealing with a large, black snake.  Besides being prepared
when it shot it's venom, the most important thing was to
relax and just do what came natural to a piece of white
trash like myself.  It was just so damn good to be back
where I really belonged. At the feet of my massah,
pleasuring him with my talents.

      I bobbed my blond head on the length of his shaft
until I had been able to take nearly seven of his thick,
black inches deep between my lips and into my willing mouth.
I felt the resistance at the back of my throat and struggled
to get him down.  I pressed my lips as tight as I could to
get my lipstick impression and than pulled off.  Feeling
each and every one of those beautiful inches of black meat
slide free of my mouth filled me with a forlorn sense of
absence but than as I got my look at that shiny
black-babymaker, slick with my spit; and I saw the wax smear
of my lipstick marking my high level mark, I was just
overcome with a warm giddiness.  No matter what else might
happen. Whether I would be able to ruin my husband or not.
Whether I walked away with the family fortune or not. It all
really didn't matter.  Regardless of all else, I was just
going to have a very good time with these two young niggers.

	It was time to see what Kobe brought to the party.

      I asked him to continue to hold the camera like that
porn maker who taped the girls in such extreme close-ups to
make them look like freaks.  I wanted the wide-eyed
excitement, and enthusiastic smile of my face to be in
exxxagerated display as I played slut-puppy for this
seventeen-year-old stud.  The camera was rolling as I pulled
the boy's khakis down.

      He wasn't wearing underwear and his shlong sprung up
before I could take it under control.  Kobe knew how a
nigger's suppose to treat a lady, and while he held the JVC
in his right hand, he used his left to put me to his cock in
no uncertain terms.

	"Suck it, bitch."

      `YES, GOD YES,' I thought.  I hadn't told these boys
exactly how I liked to be degraded.  It was always so much
better when a girl didn't need to ask, right?  I had told
them I wanted the tape to be very racial if they felt
comfortable with that as it was really intended for my
husband as a last resort, but I had hoped that I could get
something out of this too and have these kids degrade me
good.  Kobe was going to have no problem getting into all
`that'.

      "You like my big, nigger cock, huh Leta.  Suck it you
ho.  Suck me good or I'll beat your white ass.  You gonna be
my ho now.  Your little fag-boy husband can either like it
or maybe I do him too.  Cap a bullet in his head maybe or
maybe he like some of what you getting.  Would you like
that, Leta?  Want me to use this big, black cock on
Michael?"

      "Oh yesmmmmghhh," I tried to answer only to get pulled
back onto the boy's cock.

      "Don't talk bitch,  No one cares what the fuck you
say.  No one knows we got your honky white ass here today.
You gonna pleasure us all here today and if you be a good
little girl and get yourself pregnant with child than maybe
we let your ass go, otherwise we take you and sell that ass
to support our habits.  Your hubby gonna hafta learn himself
what happens when you fuck with a brotha."

      It was all TOO-FUCKING-GOOD.  This young punk was made
to be every white boy's nightmare and every white girl's
dream-come-true.  I just sucked as he continued his
wonderful verbal assault until we were getting dangerously
close to having a climaxxx to the scene, a little too soon.

      "OH MY GOD, Kobe.  You make me so fucking hot when you
talk to me like that," I told the boy when he finally
released me.  "I would love it if both you talk like that
when you guys fuck me.  It doesn't bother you to much when
we use the term nigger does it?"

      "Shit, all the time's `master' Michael use it, only
fitting it be in the wife's video," Jamal spoke.

      "Great, than okay.  I'm thinking just how to make this
video as hurtful as I can to Michael.  I hope that we do a
lot of fucking till we make sure I am pregnant with a child
from one of you.  I guess we can make several video's but
would you guys mind if this first one made it look a little
like a rape.  Maybe like slap me around, pull my hair.
really let me have it as far as degrading names go.  Don't
bruise me or anything though, as the way to get the big
payday's is to play up that this baby was the result of a
screw up at the sperm bank.  As long as we don't give
Michael any evidence otherwise he will never prove I didn't
get blacked from the procedure."

      "Right, so won't the video be better if you are all
willing and begging for the baby and saying shit like how
little your honky-hubby is and how you only want nigger cock
now?"  Kobe asked.

      "I want you boys to make me say that stuff.  It's just
for me that I want to play up the rape.  I just want it
hard.  I never told you guys but I was quite the little
race-groupie when I was younger.  I learned to like it when
I took a rape and it is always better rough.  Okay?" "Sure,
we do it hard than."

      The boys did rock, paper, scissors to see who would
get first crack at filling my unprotected and hopefully
fertile pussy with their potent baby-seed.  Kobe looked a
little disappointed when he lost but I told him with all the
fertility drug in me that hopefully I would have at least a
couple eggs ready so that they could both father kids with
me.  I reached down to remove my panties and then climbed
into their mama's bed and spread my legs.

      It felt so good to have Jamal on me. knowing that his
big, black babymaker was just seconds from beginning it's
fateful mission to plant me with his potent seed.

      I screamed as he slammed it in.  "FUUUUUCCCCCK
YESSSSS!!!"

      Jamal began to pump me with full, long strokes that
drove his cock in me to the hilt.  I wrapped my legs around
his black ass to pull him even tighter.  I wanted it all.  I
wanted every thick inch, this nigger had to offer me and I
wanted ever drop of his sperm as deep into me as I could get
it until it filled me full with his baby.

      We fucked like animals cursing every four-letter word
we could think of.  Jamal got into what I liked and put his
strong black hands around my neck to affixate me.  I came
all over his big, black dick.  He spit on my face and
slapped me.  IT WAS JUST SO FUCKING GOOD!

      As much as I wanted to feel the spurt of wet, sticky
sperm, I probably could have been just as happy if the
fucking would have lasted for hours, but I had only cleared
the afternoon so it was just as well that Jamal suddenly
grunted in triumph and let it shoot.  I felt the stored
contents of his big balls empty into me with purpose as his
warriors began the task of seeking out their targets within
my defenseless womb.

      While I laid underneath Jamal and allowed him to
finish filling me with his load, I made a point to look into
the camera.  "Oh, YES!  I feel the potency of your nigger
seed.  You filthy animal.  You have ruined me.  You're going
to color my family name forever.  Yes-yes-YES!!!"

      Kobe recorded until his brother was finished in me and
than told me to get my skank ass over to him.  Remarkably???
He had gone half while I had entertained his brother.  It
was a bit of an insult to my desirability, but than I
wondered if it was just an excuse to get me to squat so that
some of his brother's sperm would leak from me before it
found my eggs.  The naughty little bastard.  Oh well, truth
was I was really hoping to take his seed anyhow.

      Kobe unhooked my bra and also had be pull off my
stockings.  I guess he had a shoe fetish though as he made
me put my pumps back on.  I knelt there practically naked at
the nigger's feet until I had sucked him back to full mast.

	"I'm taking that white ass now, bitch."

      "W-wait just a second," I stammered.  I had nothing
against taking it Greek but I really wanted a baby. "I need
your seed in my puss." "Don't fret that pretty blond head,
ho.  I will slam it home before I sperm ya."

      It sounded good to me so I climbed back onto mama's
bed and got up on all four's to present my ass to my new,
black master.  Kobe made the mount from behind and took a
handful of my hair as if he was holding the leash on this
bitch.  He put his finger in first to ready me for the shock
of his eleven inches.

      Jamal moved about me to capture the varies angles.
Along with the two tripods, I was going to have a lot of
material to edit together one very hot video.  It was a
little screwy with my playing it up as both CON and NC but
that could all be fixed in the final edits when I made sure
the boy's faces would be protected.  All this video would do
was show my husband the truth about why a white boy would
just never do it for a girl like me.

      Kobe  pulled his finger from my asshole and positioned
the head of his thick cock to my tightest orifice.  Needless
to say, my scream was undoubtedly loud enough to reach the
street as he put it to me hard and deep.  He quickly put his
hand over my mouth and shouted at me to `shut the fuck up
and suffer bitch.'  Even though I was a willing slut for the
boy he was very `into' taking out his `black-rage' on my
white ass.  

      The nigger fucked my brains out with an un-relentless
pounding of my asshole.  He yanked my hair and twisted my
tits.  He spanked my ass hard enough to leave his marks but
of course that would not be the most permanent effects upon
my body if this nigger had his way. or mine.

      He pulled it out in one graceful maneuver that
finished with it buried back up into my cunt, ball-deep.  He
just let me have it as he spurted several wet blasts of his
potent seed deep into my unprotected womb.

      We collapsed on the bed in a sexy heap.  I couldn't be
certain but I sure prayed that I had an egg or two for those
sperm to have conquered.  We still had a little while before
the boy's mama would get home.  Than I would need to get my
ass back out of the projects and home before anything else
went down and I might find myself in deeper shit than I
could ever imagine.  I would need to leave the videos with
the boys until I could find a way to get them home.  The
story wasn't over yet but it would be a while till the rest
of it was told.

      Provided anyone would care what happens to me and
whether I get my baby or not.  

      I hate to say this, but I am not too sure about the
morning after pill or artificial insemination.  If anyone
could help me know whether my story is even possible I would
love it if they were dear enough to drop me a line.
Needless to say, this work was all fiction just based on my
fantasies to get totally enslaved to black cock.  I
apologize to any niggers I may have offended as I know the
term is hateful the way most people use it but I truly get
off on the word so much.  

      I welcome all correspondence at
willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com
	
Ps. My name is actually Susan if you want to call me that.
I just use Leta as a favor to mkarl for all the help he
gives me. 
