Bred by BBC

As Sarah stepped back she held up ht small white tee and looked at the black bold letters printed on it. “Bred by BBC,” she said in a soft voice.

As she said it Richard stepped up behind her and wrapped his big arms around her body to hug her. His hands interlinked over her stomach as Chantelle smile, “Yes, I think you can feel the big black cock we are meaning.”

Sarah shuddered at the insinuation before saying, “I would have thought you would just want me to get a spade tattoo,” she said.

Richard leant in closer, “That’s in the hotwife training voucher book,” he said softly into her ear.

Sarah shuddered under his touch and words before he reached down to the hem of her current t-shirt and edged it higher. Sarah obediently raised her arms and let Richard strip her naked again. As he finished removing the shirt Chantelle asked, “Are you ready to continue?” Chantelle asked while holding up a polished chrome ring.

“Is that?” Sarah started to ask as Richard’s big black hands went to her breasts.

Chantelle nodded, “Yep, and I would like to take a photo pretty much just like this, with Richard’s hands groping you.” Sarah was panting as Chantelle stepped a little closer, “Now, it has a hidden locking pin. Without this key,” Chantelle held up a small flat object that looked nothing like a key, “it can’t be unlocked. So you should tell Ethan, to put it on his keyring.” She paused as she unlocked the collar, “Unless, you want Richard to put it on his key ring.”

The sound of Sarah’s panting filled the room before Richard said, “No, I will wait for Ethan to give me the key.”

Sarah’s knees went weak and Richard gripped her tight, his cock pressed against her arse cheeks as she said, “How can you be sure that he will?”

Sarah could hear the smile in Richard’s voice, “Because you are going to help him get to that point. Lead him through the voucher book, offering him every incentive until he gives you up to be fucked slowly and filled with my child.” Sarah felt a hot flush run through her body at his words and realised that she had cum from the mere idea. “And after the first child is born, he will beg you do do it again,” Richard continued.

Chantelle smiled, “The only question will be, will the second be Richard? Or would you like to be our first mare? A subsection of the site where black men rent white women’s wombs?”

Without Richard’s support, Sarah knew she would have fallen.