Black Bred (by Kyng Kooba)
Katarina’s mother stood by the door to see us off. All the women
in my wife’s family where good looking and despite her age Emma
was still very attractive. The same deep, sparkling eyes trim waist and
big, firm tits. I imagined she would have appeared very similar in her
youth. She even had the same proud stance about her. The same lightly
amused look that Katarina shared with her two sisters. Yes, they were
all special. They had all been brought up to be confident of themselves
and indeed, all three were now married with families of their own. Despite
our occasional closeness Emma and I had never seen eye-to-eye. When we
were courting she’d let it be widely known Katarina could have done
better. She hadn’t foreseen us having a child together or that my
current earnings of 40k a year would keep us very well. How her ideas
on me had changed then and as I looked upon her I felt a deep relish that
I knew what she did not. Certainly no-one back home would have guessed
for a minute, especially Emma that her 29 year old, eldest daughter was
tonight destined for a lengthy black breeding. She smiled warmly; happy
as ever to watch Chloe for us as checking my watch, I discreetly hid the
hard-on I had in my trousers. Deep down I knew we were lucky to have her
and soon I would enjoy telling her the good news. If she was to be Grandma
to a healthy, black baby I wanted her to know it.
Upstairs I heard my wife hurrying around. She knew the importance of that evening and I wanted her to look her best. In fact, she had spent the better part of that evening going through her sizeable wardrobe, earnestly matching outfits to shoes. It showed just how much it all meant to her. Susie, our friend and group “rep” had informed us that “Chez Louis Night-club” was the absolute hotspot for interracial swinging, especially on Saturday night when the place would be full of white married couples, singles and of course “Bulls”. I don’t know what we would have done without Susie. She was a single woman with two black kids of her own and a nature that actively encouraged mixed race breeding. It was unfortunate indeed that she had lost her husband some years ago, now assisting as she did with new couples who wanted to take that last step.
As a cuckold couple of just over two years Katarina had been fucked by no less than fifteen black men. I recalled them all individually, from the first to the last. It was a fact I knew that my wife’s preference and attraction to coloured men went back right to her school days. Now, in meeting me she was expressing herself to what she had long sought for. Whenever I saw her naked and spread beneath a dominant black male I saw true. The helpless nature of shame and guilt as black cock pumped her white cunt to a wet and satisfying climax. If she were not with me she would certainly be with one of them. Regardless of what anyone including her family might feel. The opportunity to spend six months in America was itself a chance not to miss. I think in that first few months Katarina all but fell in love with the States and it seemed apt when she decided that the father of her child should be a US Bull. Fortunately, her parents had both lived in Miami for years, not far from where my local branch office was situated. Everything was perfect. Certainly it was a big move for all of us, especially Chloe but she would adjust. I felt sure of it. Like her mother she was strong willed.
Casually I threw Emma a customary smile and went to check. Katarina,
my wife of six years was standing in the mirror of our bedroom. She had
her hands on her hips and a look of total concentration on her face. As
ever she set high standards for herself. ‘You look great?’
I sighed, leaning on the doorframe and running my gaze over her body.
There was no denying she looked good. Standing a little over 5,6, her
figure was beautifully trim with long legs, a tight waistline and prominent
breasts that pressed noticeably through her sleek, gold dress. Her outfit
did much to highlight her luscious femininity while providing the earthly
suggestion of upscale nudity—with the noticeable absence of her
panties and bra. It had an unusual, thin yet rough texture to it though
truthfully, the shortness of the outfit was something to behold. Stretched
tightly around her thighs. I felt good for whichever hard, black bull
would be enjoying her that night.
When Katarina had stopped her birth control I had been worried but oddly excited too. At home she had been seeing a bull named Thomas and it was he who opened the door. What would it be like to be bred? That was the ultimate step. Why not take it? It was Thomas who had introduced us to Susie and she to likeminded people. It was so good to know there were others: Jane and Carl, Lauren, Denise, Brian and Emily to name but a few. All ages and types across Europe and America. I remembered when we had all met at Susie’s house. A monthly event designed to exchange stories and tips. As it was our first time we both had to introduce ourselves. A round of applause had circulated as Katarina reiterated her desire to have a black baby. We knew what we wanted. My wife wanted another child more than anything in the world. The baby catalogues that lay heaped in our living room a tell-tale sign to Emma. No. Our plan quite simply was for Katarina to mate successfully with a bull in time for Christmas. She was as accepting as I was of the consequences. Susie, in all her wisdom, had given us help on how to deal with and explain to our families. How to plan for the future and what our roles would be. We had been told all this that day at her house with other couples contributing. Quite simply, the bull’s role would begin and end with the eventual breeding of my wife. That was his right. As her husband I was ready for it now.
Tonight I was sure Katarina would be a big hit with the black men I was
taking her to meet. All these thoughts went through my head as I returned
to Emma. My wife’s mother was in the kitchen, washing dishes but
she came out on hearing my footsteps.
There was nothing I loved more than introducing my perfect wife to a new man and knowing he had no other interest than in fucking her in front of me. The raw emotion of such events stay with you and I had witnessed many in our bedroom. After some initial hesitation on her part I was pleased by how quickly Katarina had grown into the lifestyle. She understood now as much as I did the sexual dominance and superiority of black men as well as their inevitable attraction to and deserving of, good looking white females. The chance to mix with other wives at Susie’s was at a perfect time for her. I recalled so vividly talking to other husbands while the women chatted and shared snapshots of their offspring. What could be more wonderful than a black stud planting his seed in a white womb and watching it grow?
We went together up the path to our car. Our new home was perfect. Our
new life was perfect. I had a beautiful wife and daughter and a need to
share the former. There was a new, confident, carefree air about Katarina.
A desire that since leaving the majority of her friends behind had pushed
her towards finding something new and exciting. “Chez Louis”
was just that and not your average seedy place. Not if Susie’s taste
was as I suspected. In fact many of the other couples we had met frequented
the establishment. Outside our new home, I couldn’t keep my hands
off my wife, touching her back and hips as she led the way. She felt so
warm and smooth beneath her cover, her high heels sounding crisp and clear
on the floor. The night was warm and clear. That afternoon we had watched
the tape of Lauren’s most recent black mating, our television turned
down to cover the noise of her furious and desperate groans. It was easy
to see why. The bull was a slightly older man with greying hair and an
enormous cock. His size was indeed so noticeable as to be unsettling.
At home I too preferred to watch Katarina with older men. Perhaps it was
their age of authority or settled confidence. I knew my wife appreciated
maturity. Lauren, the 36-year-old had been trying with numerous bulls
for months. We both knew it might take some time and effort for us too.
Once safely out of view of the house I opened the boot and allowed her to slide off her coat. No words were necessary. She knew how good she looked and I knew how I really wasn’t deserving of her. What black studs we would meet that night would be very impressed and would spare no time in making her their own. The dress Katarina wore stretched tightly between the very tops of her smooth and very rounded thighs, leaving little to the imagination I can tell you. It hung gently on her shoulders, not as low-cut as I’d have her wear in the past but revealing all the same. Her smooth, waxed legs looked so good even in the dark. How easily I had knocked her up with Hannah just four months into our marriage. We exchanged a smile. She did look perfect and taking my hand pressed it between her thighs. Her sex felt warm and soft beneath my fingers.
As we drove all sorts of thoughts ran through my head. I knew I was ready
but it didn’t dampen the butterflies in my chest. This was all so
real now. Katarina saw my reaction and slid a forgiving arm over my shoulder.
We were met by alluring rich red and gold. The thick carpet felt soft
underfoot and the reception area was indeed upmarket. A well-dressed middle-aged
woman wearing spectacles came from behind a desk and took my coat. Katarina
looked around in a way that suggested she was impressed.
The main door opened to a large, lush room. Light, romantic music was playing over the speakers and taking Katarina’s arm I walked with her towards a table at the rear, passing couples, singles, black and white. The room itself posed a very high ceiling decorated in gold and red. Paintings and glass chandeliers hung on both adjacent walls and I noticed upstairs were the private rooms were numbered along the landing. In the centre was a staircase that led down to a dance-floor. It was as Susie had suggested, very upmarket. The black men in the place were obvious right away, seated at tables or along the bar. I felt their eyes on us purposefully as we passed by and I let my arm slide tightly, protectively around my wife’s waist. It didn’t make me feel any more secure because I knew full well I’d have to give her up eventually. That is why I was there. I felt quite light headed, looking around the thirty or more people who were already in the club. The sound of faint chatter all around.
I followed Katarina to the side table, passing a menacing but incredibly inciting black suitor who followed our every move. He was late forties, composed and formal with a dark suit and open collar. His experienced eyes followed my wife legs as she walked past with close interest. Obviously a bull of integrity his dusky look had my pulse racing and I nodded to him. Then as Katarina took a chair and crossed her long legs he grinned and spread his knees in a manner that suggested he was making room for his cock to harden up. I had to admit they would look good together. We had been there minutes and already they were moving in. Katarina’s hand pressed into mine. I could see she felt a little on show then she had worn a very inviting dress. How could she not expect those black men to enjoy her body? My head throbbed. I needed a drink and went to the bar.
After smoking a cigarette to settle my nerves I took a Jack Daniel’s for me and Martini for my wife back to the table. Katarina slipped her arm around mine. I was lucky to have her and wished so much that Emma could see her now. I thought of al the times I’d seen her spread for black men in the past. On her knees giving head to a dark length or on all fours being rooted vigorously from behind. My attention turned briefly towards a couple we had seen on our way in. A middle aged couple. The husband wore a brown suit; his hair receding yet his wife was quite pretty, obviously dressed up for her first big night. She was very slim and quite flat chested with short blonde hair and wearing a sweet, blue knee length dress. Her legs where nice and full but she appeared a little uncomfortable. Perhaps eager to make an impression and not do the wrong thing as the black stud beside was giving her a good going over. I could see plainly, even from across the room the horny eagerness in his eyes and manner. A look reflected by the wife’s nervous yet eager signs. I wandered if she was new to this. There was little doubt in the bulls intention of fucking her senseless.
‘What do you think?’ Katarina asked, resting her hand on
mine. I glanced down at her beautiful wedding ring, the diamond flickering
in the light.
Around us the place began to fill up very nicely. Singles and couples, all dressed up in their finest took up seats and began to mingle. As I observed them it was apparent some of the more composed had been to “Chez Louis” before. Perhaps many times. All the husbands knew why they were here. Why else would they attend an interracial swingers night. I like me, they wanted to watch, to introduce our white wives to more deserving black men and hopefully enjoy our women received the fucking they needed. At the bottom of the stairs the dance-floor lights sparkled into life and several parties moved towards the music. The bulls themselves where indeed all ages and as with the guests some held more maturity than others. It all depended what you as a couple wanted. All the time I was sitting with Katarina I was aware of the older, composed male sitting with his back to the wall. There was a confident, expert air about him, stylishly dressed, his skin showing the effects of time spent in the Florida sun. A crisp whiteness to his teeth and curt smile. Maybe he had given up labour for a more appealing lifestyle?
Katarina certainly enjoyed the attention. She had several black bulls
looking at her at a time, enticed by her willingness to dress so provocatively
for them. There could have been few women as fine in the club. The older
man hadn’t taken his eyes off Katarina for a long time and she too
had been looking regularly in his direction. Shifting deliciously and
unnervedly beside me as she had him risen to stiff attention. With a sigh
I slid my hand down my wife’s smooth thigh. She felt good, warm
and firm; perfume hanging in the delicate air around her. I felt she would
soon be grateful for his black dick. Then, through the doors, a couple
in their 40’s entered the club and took a seat at a table opposite
to us. With a style similar to Katarina, the wife wore a short-red skirt
and a revealing, loose blouse. Her hair was blonde and she had firm, nice
tits, a lovely tan to her skin and incredible legs. I was looking at them
with interest when I felt a playful nudge in my ribs.
I met the tanned blonde’s husband shortly after at the bar and
after short introductions he introduced himself as Bob. By then I was
still breathing heavily and coming to terms with what lay ahead. Maybe
it was the drink but Katarina seemed more relaxed and enjoying having
the multiple black studs in the club eyeing her. She sat cross-legged,
perfectly still bar a raise of her lip or gentle tapping of her foot.
Our apparent success hadn’t been lost on Bob.
Balancing a fresh Martini I returned to our table and whispered news of Vikki and Bob to my wife. I was pleased there were others who had ventured down our road. Our little talk had spurred me on and now I was more eager than ever to have my wife bred. We had been there over an hour and I knew it was time to make a move. This was out night. There were, I noticed, now ten or more white women in the club. Four of them as yet as yet unaccompanied and all dressed up for an evening to remember. The rest were with husbands. I thought of my wife, her fertile body at the mercy of the entire hard black dick around the room. Katarina re-crossed her legs, took a mirror out of her handbag and checked herself. She was content. The bull in the suit whom had watched us closely on arrival was talking to a black friend. When he saw us looking in his direction he sat up. I nodded and over he came.
‘Good evening’ he said. His voice was like melted chocolate.
‘My names Raul…can I join you?’
I watched as Raul whispered in Katarina’s ear, making her smile. As she flirted I went again to the bar to get them both a fresh drink. Somehow I enjoyed seeing her with him. So bold and confident I wandered if he could already sense that he would be fucking her lovely tight, white cunt balls deep later on. I ordered the drinks and had a cigarette while I waited. It seemed appropriate to give them some moments to get to know each other. After all, Katarina would want to know something about her black baby’s daddy. I went to the restroom and splashed cold water on my face. All kind of thoughts: Katarina, Emma, and Chloe. After a short time I rearranged my tie and strode out to be greeted by quite a surprise. I had only left her a minute but that was all that was needed. For now a second male was standing at our table eyeing up my wife with a big grin on his face. I felt my throat go dry as I watched them across the room. The new stud was much younger and very different. He had broad shoulders, light brown skin and wore a gold stud in his ear. In contrast to the formal nature of Raul he wore a basketball top and a gold chain, his toned, bare muscular arms hanging prominently by his sides. Something about him suggested he was cocky and headstrong. Definitely in the way he clashed with the style of the place. Maybe the way he rolled his head and stood slouched to one side. For years I had known full well Katarina's often surpressed attraction to black men so I knew this new male was every bit what she liked. Even from the bar I could see her eyes roaming over his muscular figure and her tongue darting around her lips. As I stood watching I also felt very good on the prospect of him spreading her legs too and kept back. Amazingly, after some light chatter he took a seat on the other side to her. To be honest I could see the excitement in her face and the apprehension too. Two males?
‘This your husband?’ The new man was looking up at me from his seat, his manner leisurely and his big hand planted firmly on my wife’s inside thigh. Katarina had been fucked by younger men before but this was different. Confidently, almost mockingly he ran his eyes over her figure and down her dress. A gesture no doubt intended to get at me. Yes, he was determined to make her his. My cock was throbbing as I took a chair and watched his gaze lingering on her cleavage. Raul began chatting to her, asking where we were from and if we had visited Chez Louis before. Katarina seemed eager, if apprehensive to tell him as much as she dared. She was quietly spoken and polite. Even producing a photo of Chloe from her handbag when Raul prompted her. I knew both these men could see what she was. Well brought up, well mannered, well spoken and soon to be well bred. Katarina re-crossed her long legs and asked the men what they did for a living. They laughed. Their actions so tremendous and dismissive. They just took it for granted they where going to end up fucking her and Katarina knew it. She accepted it. I noticed Bob nodding to me from across the room. He and Vikki where leaving, two studs in tow. When I turned back to see Raul’s hand also resting on my wife’s leg. The look in his friend’s eyes was hostile, dominant and just as I liked.
Katarina flirted with the men. She knew how to tease and I listened,
as the conversation became more intimate. They compared how well hung
they were with how much white pussy both were used too. When ‘Darrell’
leaned over to me I could see the taunting look in his eye.
My wife nodded and without hesitation I went to the reception and paid
for a motel room across the road. The woman smiled at me, nodding to the
two studs we had in tow and wished us a good time before handing me the
key. Outside we crossed the road. It was a warm night and I gasped for
fresh air. A light breeze, chasing through the night. Between the two
studs, Katarina walked, swaying and tottering from the Martini’s.
Both Darrell and Raul took full advantage. Their hands were all over her
before we got outside the door. Squeezing her ass and tits. Glad that
she was not wearing a bra. Laughing and groaning as they kissed her in
It was small but cosy inside. There was a well-used double bed with white
sheets, a dresser, wardrobe and a portable TV. Some cheap pictures hung
on the Lime-green, chipped motel walls. It wasn’t nearly as upmarket
as the club then it was perfect for my wife interracial breeding session.
Stepping back I made way as Katarina, Raul and Darrell came through the
door. With a pounding heart I fumbled back into a chair and looked on
as the men kissed her and stroked their hands all over her body. I was
hard as a rock and watching Raul's hands all over her ass did nothing
to dampen my spirits. He had old, weathered fingers and for the first
time I noticed a gold wedding band on his finger. Somehow he seemed the
type to have kids of his own. Maybe a wife someplace. In contrast Katarina
was fertile, fresh and ready to be bred. I thought of the mass of sticky,
wet sperm waiting to be dumped into her womb. As if reading my thoughts
Darrell and Raul began unfastening their pants.
‘Yeah..Yeah’, he sighed, head back eyes closed and enjoying
of the blowjob. Raul was unfastened too. His cock was darker and straighter.
He looked a little bigger than Darrell and there was a thickness to his
dick as well. Katarina blinked and gasped as she switched and took his
older dick in her mouth. It choked her a little and Raul was rougher than
I’d anticipated. He grinned, teeth shiny and white as she used her
mouth. Up and down she sucked willingly as ever.
The mood in the room suddenly changed and I made my way back into a chair.
The dull throb of the air conditioning met by the squeaking of the bed
as Katarina lay back and spread her legs around Darrell. The look in her
eyes suggested she knew full well they where ready for her prized white
pussy. Both men had been teased and sucked enough. It was the warm, wet
hug of her married, white pussy they wanted now. Darrell kicked off his
pants completely, his basketball top the only garment left. His long brown
cock bobbing from beneath it as he pushed my wife’s knees apart
and examining the crack of her cunt. She ran her tongue around her lips,
her breathing obviously erratic. Those dark eyes peered down at his babymaker.
If only his fat, heavy balls knew how welcoming and fertile she was. I
sat back, the chair creaking beneath me as my pulse raced. Raul threw
me a grin, his own big dick in his hand smiling as Katarina groaned under
Darrell’s penetrating finger. The dress was just a band around her
waist now her high heels still in place and the descriptive charm around
her ankle a grim reminder for me. I knew how much my wife meant those
‘Damn yeah’ he grinned in triumph.
In and out he pumped, gathering pace. Katarina and Darrell groaning and
gasping encouragement to each other as he asserted himself.
With several gasps he withdrew, his cock slippery and wet and knelt gasping
between her legs. My wife’s cunt closed after him, keeping that
seed inside. She sighed and pushed back her hair, her chest rising and
falling with each deep breath. I wondered if she could feel Darrell’s
load inside her and whether that would be the seed to impregnate her.
Raul paused, gasping, and shifted his arms behind my wife’s knees,
pinning her open so that her legs were pinned apart. Satisfied that he
could mate much more effectively he grinned. My white-whore wife now helpless
beneath him. He put his weight into each stroke, making her breasts roll
and bounce as his big dick slugged home. The colour was slightly darker
than Darrell. I liked that. Every stroke brought a groan of pleasure from
her lips as her cunt walls where effectively spread and stretched.
Both Katarina and Raul took a breath. I went to the tiny bathroom for
a glass of water. When I returned Katarina was sat astride Darrell. He
had his arms around her and was encouraging her to ride him. Spasmodically
he pushed his face into her tits and let loose savage grunts of encouragement.
As my wife sat up she had Darrell’s dick shoved into her mouth.
The bull waved a hand to me.
After a long final term Raul blew the last of his come and sat on the
bed with a grin. One matched by his friend. Both black snakes had done
their job now and as Katarina got dressed I wandered outside onto the
walkway. It was indeed a nice night. I watched with interest as the new
couple I’d seen at ‘Chez Louis’ came walking out of
the reception. The pretty blonde wife was being led eagerly by the black
stud I’d seen them with. Close behind the husband followed. They
opened the door and went in. I watched the lights go on and the blinds
close. Hopefully they would have as good a night. I couldn’t wait
for Katarina to see Emma. To know her favourites daughter was soon to
be pregnant with her second child. The father? Raul? Darrell? Or some
other? That is another story.