She climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass up, and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Put that big black cock in me," she said, voice low and hungry. "I want every inch. I want you to breed me tonight."
Marcus didn't waste time with more talk. He grabbed her hips, lined up his thick shaft, and pushed straight into her wet pussy in one hard thrust. She gasped and pushed back, taking him deep. Her husband sat in the chair by the bed, watching, cock already out and stroking slow as his wife got stretched by the man they'd picked for this exact reason.
Marcus was built for it. Heavy balls that hung low and full, a cock that stayed rock hard and pumped load after load when he came. They'd found him through the right circles, a guy who loved knocking up married women and didn't mind an audience. Tonight was the night they stopped fantasizing and made it real.
He fucked her steady and deep, the wet sounds of her pussy gripping him filling the room. "That's it, take it all," he growled. "This is what you married white pussy needs. A real dick to fill you up." She moaned louder, pushing back to meet every stroke. Her tits swung under her as he picked up speed, slapping against her ass with each thrust.
Her husband leaned forward, breathing hard. "Tell him what you want," he said. "Tell him you want his baby."
She turned her head, eyes glassy with lust. "I want your baby, Marcus. I want you to pump me full until it takes. Don't pull out. Breed this married cunt."
Marcus grunted and slammed in harder, bottoming out so his heavy balls pressed against her. He reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it rough while he kept pounding. She came fast, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him. He didn't stop. He kept driving through her orgasm, making her cry out again.
When he finally pulled out, his cock was shiny with her juices. He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and sank back in. This time he went slower, grinding deep so she felt every inch. "Gonna flood this pussy," he said. "Gonna put a black baby in that belly while your husband watches."
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. "Do it. Fill me up. I want to feel it leaking out for days."
He picked up the pace again, sweat dripping off him onto her skin. The bed creaked under them. Her husband was jerking faster now, eyes locked on where Marcus's cock disappeared into his wife over and over. Marcus's breathing changed, getting rougher. His thrusts turned short and powerful, chasing his own release.
"Here it comes," he warned. "Take every drop."
He buried himself to the hilt and came hard. She felt the hot pulses, thick ropes of cum pumping straight into her womb. He stayed deep, grinding to push it all in, his balls twitching against her. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of white cum followed, running down her ass and onto the sheets.
But he wasn't done. He pushed two fingers into her, scooping some of his load back inside, then slid his still-hard cock back in for another round. "Gotta make sure it sticks," he said, fucking her slower this time, using his own cum as lube. She moaned and reached down to rub her clit, chasing another orgasm while he worked another load into her.
Her husband came watching, shooting across his own hand, but he didn't look away. Marcus stayed inside her until he came again, adding to the mess. When he finally pulled out, her pussy was swollen, red, and leaking steadily.
She lay there panting, legs still spread, cum pooling beneath her. Marcus wiped his cock on her thigh and grinned. "Same time next week. We'll keep going until that test turns positive."
She smiled up at both of them, already looking forward to it. Her husband moved closer, running a hand over her belly like he could already feel the change starting. The night wasn't over, and neither was the plan. They had all the time they needed to make sure the black baby maker did exactly what he was there for.
