Username: dirtykarianne Date: 10-10-2011 20:34:16 Mood: horny Music:

I left the house and drove about 15 miles to an area that is predominantly black. After driving around the side streets for a while I saw what looked like the ideal place. It was a scruffy little bar with dark dirty windows, loud music thumping through the open door and a sign that said pool tables. I parked the car a little way down the street and and sat there shivering, thinking that I must have gone mad. Part of me wanted to start the car and drive straight home but the other half wanted a little danger and excitement. I stepped out of the car and realised what a warm night it was so I decided to leave my jacket in the car and just took my handbag. I locked the car and glanced around me. The street was dark but I could see there was nobody about, so I walked back towards the noisy bar, and hesitated outside the open door. There was another door just inside which was half open but I could see nothing past that so I took a deep breath, pushed it open and walked inside. The air was heavy with smoke but the music wasn't quite as loud as I had expected. I looked straight ahead as I walked towards a large space at the bar but even so I couldn't help noticing the stares from the tables in the shadows along both walls. I stopped at the bar, dropped my bag onto a stool next to me and nervously glanced around. Everbody was staring at me and it soon became clear I was the only white person here. Not only that but I was the only female too. Suddenly I realised this was a big mistake, but I couldn't just turn round and walk back out. The bar-tender turned to face me and the surprise was clear in his face. Trying to hide my uneasiness I quickly ordered a Vodka and coke and fumbled in my purse for the money. As I pulled out a note, some change spilled out and scattered onto the floor around my feet. The barman grinned at me and I handed him the note, then bent down to retrieve my change. As I bent over I felt my dress ride up my thighs slightly and suddenly felt like acting like the slut. I bent over a little more, revealing my stocking tops to anyone behind me, then got down on my knees on the dirty carpet and reached under the stool for some of my change, pushing my ass in the air, sure that my dress had ridden right up and knowing there were loads of black guys looking at my ass with the little white G-string pulled tight between my cheeks. I collected all of the coins, got to my feet and modestly pulled the hem of my dress back down my thighs. As the barman handed me my drink two men appeared at the bar, one either side of me or very close. I nervously raised the drink to my lips and took a sip when suddenly I felt a hand on my ass and I froze. The man on my right leaned close and whispered in my ear "Hi sexy. We haven’t seen you in here before. What’s your name?" The hand started to gently rub and squeeze my ass as I swallowed hard and quietly answered: "Karianne." The man on my left leaned close and said " Well Karianne, there’s only one reason a pretty white girl like you comes in here." "Why’s that?" I asked stupidly, still looking straight ahead. "Black Cock!" he answered. My hand started to shake and I quickly put the drink down on the bar as I felt the hand on my ass slip down to the hem of my dress and lift it slightly, then warm fingers rubbing my bare cheeks. I was frozen with fear, my heart thudding in my chest. The man on my right said "Another vodka for the lady, make it a double!" "No I’m fine..." I started to protest and turned to look up at him for the first time. He grinned down at me and said "You sure are, Karianne!" as his hand gently squeezed my ass. I realized another drink might be a good thing, under the circumstances, and quickly swallowed the rest of my first drink as the barman put the next in front of me. The man to my left said "You better stick with us Karianne, there’s some bad guys in here, well look after you" I nodded slightly and took the next drink from the bar, lifted it to my lips, threw my head back and swallowed it all. As I replaced it on the bar I noticed the man to my right gesture at my glass and the barman immediately re-filled it. I thought to myself maybe if I just had a couple of drinks then made my excuses I could get away from these two and ID make sure I never did anything this stupid ever again! But somehow I just knew it would not be that easy. The guy on my left took my left hand and asked "So where’s your husband tonight Karianne?" I realized he was looking at my wedding ring and a lie quickly formed in my mind as I said "He’s coming to pick me up soon." He let go of my hand and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, sure he is! Well look after you till he gets here then." I realized what a stupid thing ID said as I took the next drink from the bar and gulped it down hoping it would reduce the embarrassment. I realized I was pretty tipsy now and groaned as the barman re-filled my glass again. I reached forward and put both hands on the bar to steady myself. The man to my right leaned closer and said "I love your dress Karianne. What’s it made of?" It seemed like an absurd thing to say and I laughed a little as I replied "No idea!" Suddenly he grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled it right up to my waist exposing my ass to everyone in the bar behind me, then slipped his arm round my waist and whispered in my ear "Do not worry Karianne, were all friends in here." Both my hands tightened on the edge of the bar and my heart thudded in my chest as I felt another hand on my ass, stroking and squeezing. I heard a few whistles and murmurs of approval from around the darkness of the Smokey bar as the man next to me kissed my neck and said "Let’s go through the back, Karianne." He took my right hand in his and led me from the bar towards a frosted glass door marked "Pool" I managed to pull the hem of my little dress back down modestly with my left hand as he opened the door and led me through. I felt even more apprehensive as I went in because I was moving further away from the front door - my only means of escape! The pool room was just as dark as the front bar except where it was punctuated by the sharp glow from the lights above the two pool tables. The man sat me down at a small table in the corner and I a saw there were only two other men in this room. They both stopped playing pool and were looking at me with knowing grins. The other man who had been with us at the bar entered then, carrying a tray of drinks, which he placed on our table. He handed me what looked like a coke but when I took a sip it had a funny taste. I put it back on the tray and the man gave me a vicious stare then said "I just paid good money for that, bitch!" tears started to well up in my eyes and I took the glass back and emptied it. He grinned at me and said "Good girl Karianne" then took my hand and led me to the pool table where nobody was playing. He put some money in the slot and the balls dropped down. As he started to arrange the balls he asked "You play pool Karianne?" "Not much." I replied. "I bet you like playing with balls though." he laughed. I said nothing, just gripped the edge of the table for support - what the hell was in that drink? He told me to take the first shot and as I bent over the table the other guy called from the corner "Hey Karianne, what’s this for?" I looked back to where he was sitting and saw he had the contents of my bag spread out on the table in front of him and was holding up the tube of KY jelly with a silly grin on his face

Username: amyluvsnigdick Date: 10-10-2011 17:14:06 Mood: horny Music:

For those who asked, yeah, I think very dark black guys r really hot. I mean REALLY hot!!

I love sex with all shades of black guys, but sometimes I get hungry and horny for a really dark nigger, where the skin is black as coal. It makes such a contrast with my own skin, and somehow it's even  more of a taboo.

I love seeing those deep black niggers get all sweaty, glistening with heat and sexuality :) Since I'm starting to think about having a black baby, having a very dark nigger as the baby daddy sounds better all the time. When people look at my baby, I want them to know without question that his daddy is a nigger.

Username: maclarry Date: 10-10-2011 15:42:25 Mood: horny Music:

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Username: Threewayrod Date: 10-10-2011 08:36:40 Mood: other Music:

Trying to create a place for Black or Asian Couples and/or inter-racial couples with Black or Asian wives; as well as single Black or Asian women to meet White guys. As there are many Black or Asian couples as well as single Black or Asian women who want to find and meet white guys. It, therefore, is reasonable for those couples and women have a safe place to discretely find the white guys they're looking for.  Since this obviously is an inter-racial site; this is a logical place to do it. So, this is a place for them to comment and/or post their thoughts and responses.

Username: amyluvsnigdick Date: 08-10-2011 17:15:41 Mood: in love Music:

I've gotten quite a few messages from white girls who think I'm too nasty, that I should shut up, that I should watch my mouth, that I should be embarrassed, etc.

To all of u, I say FUCK OFF.

YOU'RE on the site to get some bbc and u waste ur time telling ME how to live my life??? Fuck You. No one tells me what to do or what to say.  The only exception is when a black man wants something. I like being ordered around by niggers, but nobody else better try it.

If ur getting black dick, I don't understand why u care about how I go about getting bbc for myself, or care about how I talk. Sounds to me like ur pussy got cobwebs and ur just jealous. I'm sick of white bitches who think they got all the answers. My pussy does just fine, thanks. I don't need u to tell me what to do and how I should treat a nigger.

You need to live in the real world where everyone's not the same. Some black guys don't like white girls like me. However, A LOT do. I have NO prob getting black dick, and niggers have no prob getting my pussy. That's the way I like it. If I'm a black cock whore, it's cuz I want to be one, not cuz u called me one.

Niggers know they do it for me, and that I crave their bbc and their hot black seed. If I'm with a black man and he tells me to stop saying nigger, I listen to him. Is that good enough for u? To be honest, tho, many times that makes him even hornier and hotter. Real Niggers know they control it all, and they're not gonna let a word own them. Niggers own the word. So FUCK YOU if u can't handle it, u sorry assed white bitches.

I also don't need to "slow down" and stop being so "promiscuous." Fuck You on that one, too. It's none of ur biz. In addition, if black men and black bois want to share me, that's THEIR biz. For some black guys I've dated, that means I fucked all their friends, and they were cool with it.

I don't need ur drama, and I know that niggers don't want ur drama either. If u got something negative to say to me, post it here so the black guys can see it. Don't send me ur fucking private messages and then pretend that u want to be my friend.

AMY

Username: blackgangbangs Date: 07-10-2011 02:32:41 Mood: in love Music:

You see, it appears that my fourty six year old body seemed to forget that I was merely his baby's grandmother. So after weeks of messy barebacked, unprotected sex, I was now the expectant mother-to-be of Desmond's new baby as well. 

The daddy-to-be was very quiet for a minute. "M-m-my baby?" 

"There's nobody else in my life, Desmond Emmons. You know that," I replied. I lifted up my face and pressed my nose and lips close to his face to kiss him. "Besides things like this are bound to happen when you spend so much quality time inside the best pussy you ever had in your life." 

A little voice at the table giggled and echoed: "Dannma poosie!" 

My face went red once again. Now I know she did that on purpose. 

Desmond laughed and then he literally pulled me out of my chair, spun me around, and threw his big hands around me to hug me very very close. "I think that's wonderful. Did you hear that, Darcie? You're gonna have a baby brother or sister!" 

Darcie celebrated by dumping her supper dish upside down on the floor. 

"Dannma poosie!" 

Desmond celebrated by carrying me upstairs to our bedroom and re-enacting all the steps which got me this way in the first place. 

"I shall search all the seven seas for my great white whale!" he said. 

Oh, I'll look like whale all right, I thought. 

"And when I find her," he murmured. "I shall drag her alongside with me and have my way with her." 

"Aye-aye, Captain!" I replied. "Whatever you say." 

* * * 

So much has happened to me over the last week, I hardly know where to begin. 

Somewhere around eighteen or nineteen weeks ago, I'd laid awake for an entire night totally aware of my own body's workings. Something inside me had changed significantly. I've had a number of people tell me since then that I must have imagining things, but on that particular night, I'd been fucked in both the cunt and the ass by Des, the young black ex-convict who'd been living with me, and I knew he'd spurted a very potent load of living African American sperm deep into my womb. For the entire time I laid awake, I wondered if I could've done something to prevent the inevitable, but I realized I didn't want to interfere with what the two of us seemed to be pushing to happen. 

Be honest, Linda, I told myself. You may as well have planned it this way. 

Although I'd gotten absolutely no sleep that night, I knew two things in my gut the next morning--one, that I was pregnant, and two, that I wanted to keep this baby. 

Last week, Des and I went to have an ultrasound performed, and we found out that Desmond's little daughter, Darcie, by my own teen-aged daughter, Shaleen, was going to have a brand new baby brother--from me, Darcie's grandmother. 

Desmond reached out, grabbed me around my waist, patted me on the ass, and kissed me, the fourty six year old mother of his baby and both the lab technician and the nurse turned brilliant shades of pink while he did so. The nurse, Nan, was probably in her early thirties, the lab tech, whose name I promptly forgot, was much younger. 

Although the younger woman was in a hurry to leave us behind, I could see that Nan seemed both confused and turned on by Des's openly affectionate and possessive behavior with his older white woman; so, before I left, I pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper I'd downloaded from that website. I wrote my phone number on it, folded it up, and handed it to her. 

"Keep this," I said. "Read it later when you're sure you're alone." 

"What is it?" 

"You'll see," I said. "It turned my life around." 

Nan glanced down at my large belly, smiled and nodded. "Oh, well, I guess something sure changed your life." 

I smiled too. "You wouldn't believe how much," I replied. 

Holding me tightly to him, Des walked me out of the radiology lab and to the parking lot. He did not let go of me until we reached my car 

"Do you think she'll call you?" Des asked. I told him of the private encounter, after we got into the car. 

"Yes, I do," I answered. "She kept staring at you. I could see all those questions in her eyes. And all the longing as well. She'll call...someday." 

"Don't go back to work today, Linda," he said. "I want to take you home right now." 

"Now? What for?" 

"I want to say hello to my baby boy," Desmond answered. 

What did that mean, I wondered for most of the drive home? But once we'd arrived, he carefully peeled off all my clothes. 

"I want you to hold this ultra-sound picture," Des said as he started in on his own clothing. 

"Why?" 

"Think about it," he said, soon standing gloriously naked before me, his large thick dick slowly elevating in an up and coming erectiion. Then Des pointed to the baby's obviously male parts displayed in the picture. "If you hadn't invited this bigger package to plant its seed so deep inside you, we'd never have been able to produce this little package right here." 

I wasn't quite wet yet, but I was so thrilled with Des's words at that second that I let myself succumb to his happy display of affection. He pushed me down on the bed and threw both his arms up in the air. 

"I love this pussy!" 

[And in my head, I heard my grandbaby, Darcie squeal: "Poosiee!] 

I hardly remember how Desmond was able to get so deep inside me, only that he was there and moving, and I was telling him that I loved him, and I was crying big tears of sadness and tears of joy and God knows what other sort of tears. As I mentioned before, when my black man learned he was going to be a father, he celebrated by re-enacting the circumstances that both of us did to get him to be a father in the first place. I think it must be a cultural thing. Or maybe just a black male thing. 

And all I could think of was that I had friends my own age who were grandmothers just like I was, and yet here I was pregnant with a tiny unborn boy child. Life can be very tricky. 

Then my mind got hijacked by a really gentle wave of gestalt energy spinning like a tornado around the persistant plunging of Desmond's thrusting dick, and my tears were interspersed with an incredible shiver of ecstasy. I came in a wash of liquid. Then Desmond grunted and came, and suddenly I found myself squirming under a warm flow semen spurting into me like a thick hose trying to spray out hot flames. 

Why is it I allowed myself to get pregnant? I asked myself. Then I looked up into Des's dark contented face, and suddenly, I knew the answer. I had made this black man happy just by allowing him to do what comes so naturally to him. And together we had smoothed the rough edges that prison and social humiliation had cut into his masculine self esteem. I could tell from my young black man's manner that he wanted to tell anybody and everybody who'd listen, that he'd fathered a baby boy with an older white woman. 

Tyreer arrived this week. Des didn't bother to warn me in advance. Tyree was just there on the couch when I arrived home. 

"We've been waiting for you," Des told me as he introduced me to this absolutely huge black man who sat there quietly looking me over. 

"Des told me you were his baby's grandma," Tyree said standing up and walking over to me. "But you're way too young to be a grandmother." 

"Uh-huh," I let a smile creep across my face. "I'll bet some of the lines you use on a woman could melt butter in winter." 

"Whoa, shit! Des, I like this one." 

"Yeah," my black lover said. "Me too." 

"So where's Darcie?" I asked. 

"I called my Mom and Aunt Eva to come and pick her up. Didn't you get my message?" 

"Guess not," I replied. I noticed that both men watched me while I kicked off my shoes and took off my cardigan sweater. It threw me at first and then I decided to ignore it. "Are you two hungry?" 

"Ravenous!" Tyree smiled. "But not particularly for food." 

Puzzled, I looked over to Desmond. He shrugged and then said: "Now that his release is official, I've invited Tyree to stay the weekend." 

"The weekend?" I repeated. 

"All weekend," Des said, then he smiled at me. "Don't worry, Linda. Tyree is one of the gentlest lovers you'll ever know." 

"What!" I yelped in shock. "But I'm over 8 months pregnant!" I turned to Tyree. "I'm carrying Desmond's son." 

"I can see that lovely lady," Tyree said. "Frankly, it makes you look just more feminine--more delicious." 

The last time I was pregnant, some seventeen plus years ago when I was expecting Darcie's mother, my husband at the time backed off from sex after I began to show. There I was just as horny as ever, and he hadn't wanted to touch me. The exact opposite had been true with Des, we continued to have a very active sex life from the weeks before I conceived right up to the present. Now, I was caught totally by surprise. Not only was Des fucking me regularly, but he calmly informed me that I'd be available for Tyree as well. 

"He won't be here forever, like I'll be," Desmond told me. "But while Ty's here, he's gonna be treated right." 

"But, Des," I whined. 

"Shhh," he whispered. "I told you there was nothing I'd ever ask you to do that you couldn't handle, remember?" 

All I could do was stare into his eyes. They were a soft deep brown, and suddenly, I remembered that I could trust the black man those eyes belonged to. So slowly I nodded my head in agreement. 

He smiled. "Good girl." 

I was hungry for some food, but the two of them promised that they'd take me out later that evening--afterwards. 

I stood silently quiet while four hands undressed me. Once the plump roundness of my belly bulged out into room, I blushed. It hadn't been that long ago that I stood trim and shapely in the dim light. Now I felt like I must look like some lily white gourd shaped alien with ultra-sensitive over-engorged tits--Mickey Mouse ears drooping over my round plump pregnant belly. 

Soon I laid quietly naked on the bed. I laid on my back with my head pushed off the edge of the bed. Des stood at my head, his engorged black dick slipping in and out of my mouth using that strange angle to try to ram the length of his black cock deep down into my throat. 

I was leaning toward Des, so I could only feel the other huge man lying sideways against the back of my thighs tightly wedged against my buttocks. But I certainly felt every single inch of Ty's cock as the large black man fitted his cock to my puffy vulva and pressed it forward--a bit too eagerly into my anxious loins. I found out he was only twenty-one years of age, now I had an even younger man plunging in and out of my open pussy. 

As with Des, I was the first woman Ty had fucked since leaving the penatentary. Apparantly that was something that Des had set up for him while Ty was still in prison. It would have been nice if he'd confirmed it with me. 

"Payback," Minivan Mom had called it on that website. Payback for all the wrongs committed to these men over years, decades and centuries. This was something we owed these men--she said. 

I tried hard to fight the gag reflex that happened when Des pressed too deeply down my throat, but something else surprised me. I knew my own pussy swelled and went slick with wetness during the happy moments when I was fucking Des. but it had taken me a couple days and several tries to get comfortable fucking the father of my unborn boy child, but I realized that this time, since I learned to trust Desmond's instincts so much, that I was nearing a gripping climax from the very first time that this young, oversized black ex-con had packed his large dick inside my receptive cunt. 

I had two black men using my white body, and it felt wonderful. The fact that I carried the child of one of them within me made it even more fulfilling. 

Desmond cried out as he filled my throat and mouth with his cum. There was so much I started to choke, but as he backed his dick out of my throat, I was able to swallow the first few loads. 

Tyree grunted and came a few moments later. The warm wet flow of pure semen creampied all over my pussy, making me look like some cream filled pastry. The significance of the whole event felt so wonderful that an unbidden thought came over me: "Maybe I should allow Tyree to impregnate me next time." 

Oh, shit! What was that all about? Suddenly my face flushed and my body shuddered through a mind-bending climax. I moaned very softly at first, then louder and finally I gasped uncontrollably. Moments later, I heard the voices of both men chuckling over my moans. 

"You were right, Des," Tyree murmured. "This gotta be one fine piece o' ass." 

"ell yes, even better than my baby's mama," Des said. 

"Whatchu talkin' about?" Ty laughed. "This is yo' baby's mama." 

Desmond laughed, and placed his hand on my abdomen. "Do you think I could forget that?" 

I was gasping so hard I could hardly talk. "Well, I sure as hell can't forget it!" 

Later that night, after we'd all taken time to rest, Tyree went to take a shower. For some strange reason I felt the need to tell Des about my errant thought. 

Surprisingly, he just laughed. "He'd sure as hell love that." 

"What?" I sat my naked body up on the bed to look him in the yes. "Aren't you angry that I'd think that way?" 

Des laughed again. "Angry? Sweetheart, I'd be upset if you didn't think that way. Did you think this would be the last black baby you'd ever carry?" 

"Well, no, but I guess I thought we'd--" 

"Maybe we will," he said cuddling me closely. "And maybe your next baby will belong to someone else. The only thing I can absolutely guarantee you is that your next baby will be black." 

I looked back into his face to see if he was serious, but Des just smiled at me. 

I smiled back. "Yeah, I can pretty much guarantee that, too." 

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