Things got out of hand (black bred - End B)

You wake up the next day and feel light headed, having slept god know how long, you head is aching almost as much as your lower body is. You slowly stand up and walk over to the door next to the bed, you legs ache under the strain and bruises from yesterdays shoot. You are glad to find that the room was bathroom much like your own, and you silently thank that apartment complexes are often build to the same plans. You find a shower and quickly begin to wash your aching body, which is soothed by the hot water, than rains down above. You find some shampoo, and are glad that it's the same sort you'd normally use, as you lather it in and begin to slowly wake up.

You finish up in the shower feeling refreshed if not still sore, but also a lot more conscious, you step out and reach out for the towel rail and grab the nearest towel, as you look down as you dry your feet, you begin to think about the chances of ending up in an apartment just like yours owned by another girl, who likes the same shampoo, and also the same pink towels. Sure they are common enough, but you start to get a bit suspicious, as the apartment, suddenly feel a lot more familiar.

"That sly bastard." You say out loud as you shake you head, as you step out into the bathroom and see you own bed, albeit one that was a complete mess, and covered in stains from yesterdays shoot. It finally clicks that, Tyrone had drove you in a circle and then taken your keys from your bag while he was leading you up blindfolded, you begin to worry about your neighbors but then remember that all of them would of been at work at that time, or at least you hoped the would be. Well at least you wont have to worry about getting home, or some angry girl coming back and finding the state of the bed and a strange woman in her place, although it does mean you have some washing to do now.

You spot a red envelope on your dresser as well as a large stack of money, you remember Tyrone saying he had a confession to make and leaving the note, but you see that the money looks to be a lot more than you were expecting. You stuff the money in the draw for now and find a spot on your bed, with the least amount of cum encrusted to the sheets, and open the red envelope, and take out the note.

'Hey Girl

Thanks for being a great star, some of the guys all decided to pay you extra for being such a good fuck.

I have a bit of a confession to make, the website you did shoots for is actually called Black Breeders, and we aim to try and knock up girls like yourself, now firstly that pill I gave you was a sugar pill, so unless you want to be a mommy, you better get your ass down to the pharmacy. Secondly we got a lot more guys turn up yesterday, and it turns out not all of them were checked, so you might want to get yourself tested.

Unfortunately for you my work in town is done, so I'm leaving town, by the time you read this my ass will be long gone, and that phone number out of use. You got talent kid, and hopefully you'll find a proper porn agent.

You were a great fuck, and I do kinda feel bad for you, but hey that's porn for you

T'

You stare down at the note, your hands shaking in anger, as tears stream down your face, you feel horrible, you were so sure you had your way out, and now you were used and dumped, and to top it all off you now have the fear of being infected with something. You decide it would be best to get to the clinic as fast as possible and then sort out a morning after pill afterwards. You rush down and get yourself tested, and are told to come back in a week for the bloods, and a secondary test for anything afterwards, you don't tell them the details, and make up a story about getting drunk at a party. You weave a pretty convincing story about what happened to you, keeping some of the details true. Telling your parents that you were suckered in with the job promise of being a PA for a rich man, and then he seduced you over the month, before dumping you and leaving the country, telling your parents that it was a business trip he was on, and he just used you to do odd jobs and have sex with. Your parents are supportive enough, as they can see how this had made you feel, thankfully you didn't tell them much about the man who had hired you, making up a story about a white guy with an English accent when your mom pried to much.

A week goes by, and you have got your parents out of your hair while they let you get over your problems without nagging you about getting a job waiting on tables again. It looks as though Tyrone paid you about $20,000 all in, and that softens the blow a lot, as you get in contact with a few other agencies about adult work, although the best offer you get is working at a strip club down town, with the promise that they often get scouts down who ask girls to make adult films. You consider it, but wonder about how you'll make it work, as it wont pay as well as porn, and you'll have to dance around a lot of guys some of who will be ugly and try and touch you. You head back into the clinic, and give a quick urine sample to be tested to ensure that the instant tests were still clear, you get called into an office and a tired nurse asks you to confirm you name.

"Well the good news you're all clear, but next time I strongly recommend using condoms if you don't know your partner, as at least they'll stop any diseases, however from the sample we took today, we can confirm that you are pregnant. So that might be good news or not depending on the circumstances." The nurse says as she walks you towards the door, before picking up another chart.

"Pregnant, but how I took the morning after pill." You say sounding terrified.

"No form is 100% effective, now if you need any advice, go and make an appointment with the receptionist to speak about what you need to do." The nurse says as she ushers you out the door.

Your mind races as you wonder what to do, you already lied to your parents about your situation, and you don't want to get an abortion. You wander out of the clinic and sit down in your car unsure of what to do. You quickly think back to the website Tyrone said he worked for, and decided to look it up on your phone, you quickly scour the website and find an email address and send an email begging for help, to let them speak to Tyrone, you attach a photo of yourself holding up the results of your tests with them confirming you are pregnant, as proof of who you are.

After spending the day lying around your apartment, trying to think of what to, when you cell rings, it's an unknown number and you answer it hoping it might be one of the job adverts you sent off for, maybe hoping the can still film a pregnant girl.

"Hello this is Amber." You say as you wait for a reply hoping to get some good news.

"Hey Girl, congratulations on becoming a mommy." Tyrone says with a chuckle down the phone

"Tyrone?!?" You reply recognizing the voice, your brain goes into meltdown unsure of whether to beg for help, scream at him, or burst down into tears. "Please you have to help me T, I haven't found any work here, I can't go back to waiting tables, I lied to my parents, about what happened, and they'll find out when I give birth to a black baby. You have to help me please I'll do anything. I'll be your assistant, a camera girl, shit T I'll even take being s ex **** to that huge cock of yours." You say holding back the tears, as you try desperately to get your way out of your problem.

"Shit Girl, calm down I'll help you, If you willing to do more shoots for me, throughout your pregnancy and after it, you'll work for us as our own breeding girl, you can move in with me, and help me keep my bed warm, maybe even help me find girls like you to star for our website." Tyrone says with an evil chuckle. You think on it for a moment, it would get you away from your parents, and back into being paid to fuck on film, but being a breeding girl makes you hesitate, and the idea of tricking girls like you into the same mistake makes you nervous.

"I dunno T, I'm not so sure about helping you find other girls." You reply nervously.

"Oh well then, in that case, the best I can offer you are baby names, I like Tyrone myself." Tyrone says with an evil chuckle.

You ended up agreeing to Tyrone idea, and move in with him several states over, as far as your parents are aware you found a proper job through a friend, and that you met Tyrone and got together, and had a few children. They of course didn't like the idea of you sleeping with a black man, and your father now refuses to speak to you, while your mother gives you some support. You were filmed through out your pregnancy for the website, and indeed helped lure several girls into the same trap with many of them also falling pregnant. Your life with Tyrone is pleasant enough the relationship sometimes goes beyond just the physical, as treats you right, and eventually you end up getting together on a more serious level, becoming a wife in everything but name, as you soon enjoy the lifestyle more and more, as you become a fan favorite of the website, even doing a lot of shoots for other companies too.

You got your wish in the end, you never did wait another table in your life, however looking after the 4 screaming kids, with the 5th on its way sometimes makes you question what you swapped for, but you love them and where you are in life, as a Black cock slut, who likes to be bred on camera