Breeding Brides Chapter 3

I stepped back against the wall next to the open door and looked around. The living room itself was just large enough to accommodate everyone. A television, sofa, coffee table, a single chair and a lamp table were the only furniture. The heat of the place hanging in the air and mixing with the thick cigarette smoke. On the filthy carpet, though, was something that made my heart race faster. A bare, dirty mattress had been placed on the floor in the middle of the room. Newspapers, magazines, clothing and children’s toys lay discarded everywhere on the threadbare carpet. The adjoining kitchen, open to the living room, contained a worn looking table and four chairs. A middle-aged woman and a very old, shrunken-looking black man sat at the table, cluttered with food, beer cans, wine and whiskey bottles. I could tell from the way Latysha stood almost apologetically that this was where she lived. 

Kathy hadn’t noticed that I had stepped away from her, and she was now standing next to the mattress, on view for all. She stood before them, breathing somewhat rapidly with her nervousness. Her beautiful breasts rising and falling and her arms by her sides. It was impossible to read her expression as they all excitedly gazed at her. Silent and imposing. My wife’s eye falling on the mattress. Glazing as she realised just what it’s purpose was. There was nowhere to sit but eventually one of the men got up, allowing her a seat on the mangy sofa. As if transfixed she paused, overwhelmed and obviously intimidated by this large number of people. Glancing back at me as she stepped forward and took the now vacated seat. Everyone in the room watching and muttering as Kathy crossed her long white legs, caused her dress to ride nearly to the top of her thighs. There really was no turning back from this now.

These black men, I could see, were going to enjoy breeding my beautiful wife. I found myself excited, my heart racing, and my cock stirring as these events were starting to unfold in front of me. I had never dreamed of experiencing something as exciting, erotic and dangerous as this. Most of them, I felt, certainly had never had a white woman as gorgeous as Kathy before, so she was going to be a special luxury. They immediately began talking suggestively to her. As though already vying for her affections. Some more vocal than others but all incredibly stirred by the sight of the short, tight dress that was displaying my wife’s tits and legs to perfection. Their voices overlapping as they visually drank in her body. How I wished the people back home could see my wife now. Especially her parents who had raised her so well. Maybe I felt satisfaction too in the knowledge that Kathy’s mother had never taken to me. Never making a secret of the fact that we had waited too long for children. Well, maybe we could put that right today. 

Even after several minutes had passed Kathy had barely said a word other than her name. She was smiling and doing her best though it was pointless. These men didn’t want to know her. They just wanted to take turns fucking her senseless and their looks proved it. A particularly confident looking bull in the seat next to her asked Kathy what she wanted to drink and called to the woman in the kitchen to fix a Crown Royal and Seven. He then placed his arm around her shoulder. His thick fingers meeting her skin. Smiling as his touch visibly affected her. I guess he was in his late 50’s. Carrying a few extra pounds yet strong and imposing. He was the leader around here, the Alpha-Male and I knew he would be the first to breed Kathy. In addition, a much younger man, probably in his early twenties and had to weigh well over 250 pounds, sat in the only chair in the living room. He looked a great deal like the alpha-male. Seemingly a little disgruntled that his father had staked his claim early to Kathy’s white pussy. The rest of them where of varying ages. A couple mid twenties, two with very dark skin. One with thick, heavily-muscles arms, covered with tattoos. The old man sitting at the kitchen table was now leering at Kathy as much as the younger ones. His chequered shirt hanging from his jeans. He had to have been in his late seventies, at least. Grey haired with glasses and seeing how he was eyeing my wife, I knew he wanted her. 

A bottle of whiskey was now being passed around. An accompaniment to the open beer cans on the floor and the coffee table. The quiet talk of the men audible in places as they discussed the stunning, white woman between themselves. They seemed almost wary. Mistrustful as if they hadn’t expected someone like her. Kathy declined a cigarette but sat forward and took her drink from the woman. Her breast pressing against the spandex dress. Attuned to the appreciative nods and grunts around her. It was so obvious they were looking forward to using her body. My wife’s short, tight dress and her smooth, waxed, white legs easily created a room full of stiff black dicks. Her eyes were staring straight ahead as the men around her grinned and exchanged glances of their own. She was ashamed to be here, I thought. However, whether she now wanted to or not, Kathy was going be pumped full of their warm, baby-making seed before long. I wondered if she hated herself for wanting it. As if realising what I was thinking, she looked up, caught my eye, sipped her drink and put the glass down in front of her. She was here because she wanted a baby that wasn’t mine. A black baby. She wanted to be bred by black men. 

Around me, I could see their aggressive looks. Several glanced at me with a combination of contempt and dominance. Looks that said, ‘We’re going to fuck your woman’. And, ‘Your letting men you don’t even know breed your lady’. And, We’re going to breed her while you watch us do it, and you won’t be able to stop us’. An anger, impatience, and overall satisfaction over what was coming. Then there was a knock at the door. Latysha went to answer it and as she did a girl of perhaps 10 peeked in. She had bright, bold eyes and braided hair. Holding my wife’s eye for a moment and no doubt curious of the odd visitors that had invaded her home. Suddenly, behind her in walked Vikki with Bob. A chorus of wolf whistles, ‘oohs’, and ‘aah’s as our blonde hostess took off her coat and exposed her sexy nurse’s uniform. Those legs looked good. Real good. Especially with the short skirt wafting between the tops of her thighs. 
Unlike Kathy, Vikki was completely unfazed by all the black men in the room. She had the mobs full attention. Beaming brightly as her husband quickly began setting up his camera. Running her eyes around the group of men and wondering where to start. With all eyes on her the hot blonde-haired woman walked over to the sofa. Bending over to show off her beautiful ass she took both of Kathy’s hands, and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek. 

‘This is all for you, honey’, she said. I always enjoyed the way this lovely whore could not be intimated by anything. She always seemed so open and confident about what she wanted. Kathy, while looking surprised by the kiss, also seemed both relieved and grateful that her friend was here. The aggression and frustration in the room had had been growing minute by minute. Vikki then gave the confident man sitting next to Kathy a much more intimate kiss. ‘You don’t waste any time, do you Carl’, she sniffed, seeing how his hand was now resting high on my wife’s thigh. Kathy looked down as if she hadn’t even noticed she was being touched. 
The impatience was growing at such a rate it was little wonder that one of the men walked over to Vikki and roughly began groping her breasts through the outfit. It had already begun and sensing this Kathy glanced around. Her gaze coming to rest on me. She knew what she’d have to do today. I returned her look. Hoping that she would one day be as much of a flirt as her friend. With his camera on his shoulder Bob filmed my wife from his knee. A second joining the alpha male in sliding their hands up and down my wife’s lovely legs. Vikki was already sitting on the big mans knee. Her legs crossed, laughing out loud as he fondled her breasts. Already these horny, black bulls where splitting up, grouping around the two women and eyeing them keenly. 

Vikki was unsurprisingly the first to taste some cock. Kneeling between the big mans knees and unzipping his flies. Already the others where taking off their pants. Some extremely large dicks bobbing free, stiffening and twitching in the heated room. Bob focused on his wife. Receiving a wink for his efforts as she rolled back her ass. Pushing back her long hair she turned to face the camera, holding cock between her lips as her skirt rose up and up. Behind her one of the younger studs eagerly gave her butt a feel. Exposing her bright red panties fully and fingering her wet pussy through the silk. In no time he had them pulled apart. Sliding his finger in and out of her hole. There was a huge smile on his face, running from ear to ear. Vikki’s head bobbed eagerly in the big mans lap. 

‘I’m sure your cock would feel nicer’ she grinned back at him. Returning to her oral work as the young buck quickly positioned himself on one knee and gently squeezed himself in. 
I exchanged a grin with Bob. Knowing how both of us undoubtedly felt the same way. He was loving every second and to him it didn’t even matter that Vikki was already pregnant. Feeling vibrant and excited I turned my attention to my own wife. Expecting her to follow her friends example. The mob around her certainly felt so and with Vikki’s arrival they openly demanded the same entertainment. My wife strongly intimidated by having those eyes on her. The trouble was that it didn’t come naturally. Not to a well raised, educated woman like her. The man named Carl was still touching her leg. Stroking his thick fingers to the very top of her thigh and just under the hemline of her dress. Eyeing her cleavage next. He wanted to get his hands on those tits. I could see it as could everyone else in the room. This had such a different feel to both the other times and this obviously wasn’t lost on Kathy. She seemed to realise just how real this all was. Her eyes glazing for a second. Beside her, the big man seemed to understand what was needed and slowly got to his feet. Vikki watched as did the rest of us as he roughly began unfastening his trousers. 

There where agreeing murmurs from all. Until Carl let his pants fall to his ankles and let his big, brown cock bounce free. Remaining rigid and cross-legged, Kathy looked at his long, semi-stiff pole. She closed her eyes for a moment. 
‘That’s it Lady’ he grunted ‘C’mon suck my dick’. It was a demand more than anything and the others where similarly unfastening and unzipping around her. Kathy shifted forward to the edge of the seat. Swallowing dryly. He was stiffening already. Rising up in the air and fondling his heavy sack with his fingers as he looked down on my wife. Reaching out she took his cock, sliding her hand back and forth over his foreskin. Met with a chorus of claps as she opened her mouth and slid her ruby lips down over him.

Carl smiled, asserting his dominance as Kathy drew back and took him again. Soon she was bobbing, her hair moving lightly as she sucked. Eyes closed tight as black meat plowed deep into her mouth. The group encouraging and taunting. All smiled and taking every opportunity to touch and fondle my wife’s body. Bob saw how Kathy was started and threw me a grin. Filming her intently as she blew the alpha-males long, hard cock. He knew how much we liked seeing our wives give head to black men. Vikki was on her next man. Kneeling amidst the group. Her head turning left and right to take dick after dick. They all wanted her. Yet she had always been a tease. Revelling in the effect her stockings and her sexy nurses outfit had on the horny bulls. 
‘Yeah…oh yeah’ Carl’s voice was deep. His balls tightening and his cock finally falling from my wife’s lips. The mood was far more aggressive. Groaning and laughing out loud as Vikki tits where lifted from her outfit.