Chapter 7

He asked if I would tell him who I’d been with - if I wanted a divorce? I shushed him and turned away. “Stop asking silly questions.” My last thought was whether he’d divorce me, then I cried myself to sleep.

His soft snores followed me into unconsciousness. Tomorrow would bring fresh decisions about where my heart belonged.

An uneasy feeling haunted me the next day. My shame wasn’t enough to account for it. At noon, I cried again while talking with Nina at school. She phoned during lunch; caller ID verified her voice. “Is the toy satisfying enough, or is it just triggering your needs?” I asked about the huge black vibrator I’d bought for her for two hundred dollars.

Nina pouted. “The size is enough, but it feels fake, too smooth.” She whispered into the school phone. “The ridges on the real thing are so much better. My arm gets tired trying to hammer it like Rabb does.”

“Try not to think about Rabb,” I snapped, hating her for a second over my betrayal. Then I remembered him pounding his massive cock up my twat. I shook my head to refocus on saving my daughter.

“I can’t stop thinking of him, Mother,” she strained. “I’ve got his baby in me.” She hung up.

Our brief call ended; normalcy stretched for days. Grady didn’t text until the third day. I took a pill each morning, expecting brutalization and being forced to cum on their pounding black dicks. For a brief few hours, sitting hurt less.

On night three, I invited my husband to fuck me. He’d hinted at trying harder to please me. My guilt doubled that night, but I orgasmed on his tongue while imagining Rabb raping me!

Morning four: I grabbed pills and diaphragm. I inserted the plug stoically, before leaving in a trench coat, with slippers, scarf, shades. Thus adorned like the woman I’d spied on, I knocked on Fenton’s door.

Grady answered in pajamas. “Come inside,” he nodded. “And tell me what I want to hear.” The exit was blocked by his stance.

I stood trembling. “I-I want to be your slut, Mr. Fenton,” tears choking my voice. “I-I want your sperm to knock me up.” I bowed my head and offered the ten pills remaining in their case. I handed him my diaphragm and tube of spermicidal jelly.

Grady accepted the offerings without emotion and dumped them in a wastebasket just inside his living room. “You know where to hang your coat, Slut.” Grady stepped back and unbuckled his pants, letting them drop around his ankles. “When did you take your last pill?”

I revealed my nakedness when I hung up my coat. “Yesterday morning.” I took off my scarf and glasses, eyes red and body trembling.

He grinned and stepped close. His cock had already hardened behind his pajama bottoms. “You’ll be making me breakfast, Slut.”

I was surprised by the unexpected ask. When I didn’t react promptly, as I processed the minor surprise, he slapped my face! “Ow!”

“Kitchen is this way!” Grady grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me in front of him. He drove me to the kitchen, then forced my waist to bend over the counter. He released my hair, then grabbed my hips in both hands.

His dick was hard after slapping my white face! “Bitch, I want a cream pie, then eggs and bean scramble.” He fitted his cock into my moist cunt and pushed his thick staff up its slick chute!

The intrusion caused me to flinch—my belly banging painfully on the counter edge. But the force of his entry sent waves of pleasure through my body, which had grown addicted to this black man’s abuse and his large cock. My moaning was only slightly dampened by a pang of shame for having willingly submitted myself to be his slut and incubator of his sperm!

He laughed darkly at my shame and pleasure, then began fucking in and out of my tight pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. “You will serve as a vessel for my seed,” he said matter-of-factly. “And from now on, you’re responsible for your own pleasure.” He slapped my ass hard—leaving a stinging mark on my flesh. “I’m done training you.”

The feeling of fullness and the friction on my sensitive walls sent pain mixed with pleasure as he continued his assault. I gasped in shock from his swat, unable to muster courage or will to express betrayal. I came here for the ecstasy this man and his son had drilled into my deepest desires. Having surrendered my body to Grady’s schemes, he abandoned me to enjoy being fucked by his big black cock. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit as his large prick stuffed my twat again and again.

“Don’t push your luck, Bitch!” He slapped my ass again before resuming his rhythm. “I will change what I mean - when it pleases me.” However, when I continued to rub myself, something about my continued resistance to his power increased his excitement. Too many white cunts fold like toilet paper when a black cock beats them into submission.

I whimpered at the second blow to my bottom. “Yesss-sir.” My pussy convulsed around him like a vice, which his black prick took as a compliment! The minor orgasm made me worry it was all I’d get from Grady’s new indifference, stealing my last shred of pride and reducing me to nothing but his cum receptacle.

Grady’s cool heated up from my clenching twat. He released my hips and slammed both palms against the counter on each side of my rocking body. “You’ve got less than a minute.” He warned, slowly increasing his speed. The climax awaiting him felt like it might be the best he’d had from a white cunt.

Don’t panic, Lila. That may have been what he wanted - to spoil the one thing I traded my dignity and future for without his promise of fulfillment. I girded my loins and deliberately clenched against his thrusting cock. If I could get him to fuck me harder (gods how I loved his fat pipe jamming into my plumbing) I might get off decently, if not fabulously. My fingers pressed firmly against my clit as I rubbed it faster. Sweat and sex mingled with the kitchen’s morning smell.

His face contorted in intense pleasure. His eyes studied how my back muscles rippled beneath my skin. Grady drove his cock into me with increased ferocity, our bodies slapping together echoing through the kitchen. He mistook my clenching twat for a challenge. “Ah, you’re gonna make this old man work for it.” He growled, sweat dripping from his chin onto my back as he pumped away.

“Yessss, you graying black bull!” I moaned in agreement. It was risky to call him anything but Mr. Fenton, but in that moment, I wanted to acknowledge his power. His cock stretched my cunt over and over! My hand blurred as I frantically rubbed my clit while his prick rammed my twat.

The sound of my hand slipping over my wet clit was music to Grady’s ears. He leaned farther forward, hot breath on my skin, and growled, “Get ready for my load, Slut. Those pills won’t be out of your system for months if not years! But the chance of catching my black child will only increase each time you’re fertile. Even today there’s a tiny chance.” His cock pistoned in and out, driving me closer to climax. The coffee maker nearby rattled as he pounded me against the countertop!

I was there, on the edge of release, with Grady’s cock splitting me open so wide my cunt walls ached. My orgasm started, and my body shook. Abrupt, bursting ecstasy mixed my juices with his pre-cum as he kept pounding against my recovered butt. “YAAAAAHHHH!!!” I howled. The rush of pleasure punched my awareness. I felt like blacking out! My legs weakened; my knees folded.

His strong arms around my waist held me up without slowing his determined fuck strokes as my body gave in to intense climax! Our heavy breathing and slapping flesh filled the air. Grady grunted sharply. “Take my black man seed, you white whore!” Cum exploded into the minuscule space remaining in my cock-crammed cunt, squirting out around the stretched seal of my vaginal entrance and dripping down my thighs. That was just the beginning of the old man’s pent-up load. He heaved his thick cock in and out, pumping his seed deeper with each thrust and gushed profusely while the cum-coated head battered sperm through my cervix.

The room spun, but I kept cumming hard! Hot spunk filled me with gooey accents to my powerful orgasm. “Black dick is soo gooood!!!” I wailed as he plunged deep again and again, spitting fertile lava until even his amazing strength petered out. He dragged me to a chair and plopped my cum-covered ass on it. The room spun. I mumbled incoherently - repeating, “Eggs and bean scramble.”

Grady’s chest heaved as he looked down at me sprawled half-conscious in the chair. A satisfied grin spread across his face. “Well done, Slut.” His voice was husky and breathy. “But this breakfast is all you get.” He slapped his softening but still erect cock against my lips—the cum coating it splaying across them.

I took his black cock in my mouth and rolling my tongue around its circumference, licking up cum that hadn’t yet dripped to the floor. The room spun less now. I tasted my own pussy in his thick spend.

His eyes narrowed as he watched my submissive act. He leaned against the table, enjoying the aftermath of our intense fuck. “You’ll need to clean up, then start cooking.” Grady nodded toward the kitchen. “Eggs in the fridge. Beans in the cupboard.” He hunched his cock playfully in and out of my sucking gob.

I licked every inch of his shaft and sucked each gray-haired testicle one by one before letting them fall from my lips. When he was completely clean, I pulled away, trying to catch my breath. He’d slap me if I said I needed a minute before obeying his post-coital demands. It was safer to just look wiped out. I didn’t have to pretend.

Grady’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths as he studied my flushed face. His sperm marked my lips after servicing him. A faint smile played on his lips. “Get to work, Slut.” He said in a tone that brooked no disobedience.

“Yes, Mr. Fenton.” I clawed at the table for support and struggled to my feet. Blinking, I staggered into the kitchen, holding myself erect with hands on the counter. I opened a cupboard and began my search. I did my best but didn’t find the beans until searching a third cabinet.

I watched him watch me struggle, his eyes lingering on my unsteady gait and trembling hands. His hands stuffed his shrinking prick in his trousers and zipped up, then buckled it securely. When I finally found his canned beans, he scoffed. “There’s a hungry man at the table, Cunt.”

I shakily placed the can on the counter, then turned to fetch the eggs. I managed to open the carton, but the first egg I picked out slipped from my fingers and crashed onto the floor. I grabbed a handful of paper towels and crouched down to wipe up the mess. “I’ll bring eggs tomorrow to make up for my mistake,” I promised. I would do anything to avoid being punished.

He let out a disappointed sigh. “You’re wasting time.” He walked over to me, still crouched on the floor. He offered his hand to help me up, but when I took it, he yanked me into bending over the counter again. “Beating you is just going to increase my appetite.” His firm grip on my wrist conveyed his annoyance.

He raised a hand but then pulled free an iron skillet hanging from a hook over the stove. He turned on a burner and fetched butter from the fridge. “Put salsa on it, before you serve me, you stupid white slut.” He returned to his seat and read news on his phone.

His extended response to my dizziness and fumbling gave my brain time to collect itself. I cut a pad of butter and sent it sizzling across the skillet’s tempered black surface. I managed to break two eggs into a bowl and beat them.

When the eggs were half scrambled in the pan, I added the beans, lowered the heat, and got salsa from the fridge. A minute later, I brought a steaming plate to the table. There was already coffee in the warming pot. He must have made it before I knocked. I served him a mug. The cum running up and down the insides of my legs was slowly drying.