The breeding switch - Jerome, part 2

Anna's hips were grinding down on me with increasing urgency, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked herself toward climax. The terrace was quiet now except for the wet slap of her cunt against my balls and Jerome's appreciative chuckle as he watched his boss impale herself on my Dutch cock.

"Fuck... yes..." Anna hissed, her back arching as she rode me harder. "That... that is a brilliant idea."

She slammed down particularly hard, taking my full length deep into her womb, holding herself there as her cunt fluttered and clenched around my shaft. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles contracting in waves that milked my cock with practiced precision.

"The guests..." she managed between thrusts, "will pay... double... to watch... that show."

Jerome leaned forward, his dark hands clasped together as he studied us with professional interest. "You really think she won't notice the difference? I mean, no offense to my big Dutch cock here, but I am considerably more... gifted."

Anna laughed, a throaty sound that vibrated through her body and into mine. "That's... oh god... that's exactly the point, Jerome. She'll be tied up, blindfolded, gagged, and ovulating. She'll be so desperate for cum she won't care whose cock is breeding her. She just wants to feel full."

She rotated her hips in a slow circle, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone. "Besides, Dutchie will use a condom on her first, then switch; you are going bareback. She'll never know the difference in the dark."

"And the husband?" Jerome asked.

"Fuck the husband," Anna moaned, her orgasm finally crashing over her. She seized up, her cunt gripping me like a vice as she shook and trembled. "He... he wanted... this... oh FUCK!"

I gripped her hips and thrust upward, meeting her convulsions with short, intense jabs that kept her climax rolling. She collapsed backward onto my chest, her tits heaving as she caught her breath, my cock still buried to the hilt inside her spasming pussy.

"Your turn," she whispered, reaching behind her to cup my balls. "Fill me up, Dutch. Show Jerome how much cum you've got stored for me."

I didn't need encouragement. Watching her ride me, hearing her approve our depraved scheme, feeling her cunt clutching at my shaft—it was too much. I grabbed her hips and hammered upward, fucking her with brutal, punishing strokes that made her cry out.

"Yes... yes... knock me up... fill my womb..." Anna cried, her voice carrying across the terrace.

Jerome stood up, unzipping his pants and freeing his massive black cock. It was truly impressive—thick as a soda can and easily ten inches, even semi-hard. He stroked it slowly as he watched us, his eyes fixed on where my white cock disappeared into Anna's stretched cunt.

"That's it," he rumbled. "Give her that load. I want to see her dripping before I take my turn."

His words pushed me over the edge. With a deep groan, I rammed Anna down one final time and erupted, pumping rope after rope of thick cum deep into her fertile pussy. She moaned with satisfaction, grinding down to take every drop, her cunt milking me dry.

When I finally finished, spent and panting, Anna climbed off me, my cum already leaking down her thighs. She turned around and kissed me deeply, tasting my submission.

"Delicious," she purred. Then she turned to Jerome. "Your turn, stud. Consider it... practice for next week."

…

The breeding room was prepared exactly to specifications. The heavy oak BDSM frame stood in the center, equipped with leather cuffs attached to the upper bars. The lighting was dim and atmospheric—just enough to see shapes but not fine details. A speakerphone sat on the side table, already connected to the husband who waited anxiously on the other end.

Mrs. Hartwell—Sarah—stood nervously before the frame. She was classic suburban hotwife material: a brunette with caramel highlights, early thirties, and fit from yoga but with generous hips and heavy tits that swayed under her clothing. Her wedding ring caught the light as she twisted her hands together.

"Are you sure he can't see?" she asked for the third time, glancing at the phone.

"Positive," I assured her, stepping close. I was wearing a mask that covered the upper half of my face—part of the theatre. "He can only hear. And soon, you won't even be able to speak."

She flushed, her nipples hardening visibly against the fabric of her top. "I... I've never done anything like this."

"That's why you're here," I said softly, taking her chin in my hand. My thumb brushed against her full lips, painting a dark burgundy wine color that made her mouth look obscene and inviting. "To become what you've always dreamed of being. A knocked-up slut. A mother to another man's child. Carrying a bastard."

Her breath hitched. I could smell her arousal already, the musky scent of an ovulating woman desperate to be filled.

"Arms up," I commanded.

She obeyed, raising her arms above her head, exposing the smooth planes of her armpits and the way her tits lifted and presented themselves. She was wearing a pink fishnet halter top—Anna's suggestion—that left nothing to the imagination. The mesh holes revealed the dark circles of her areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples pushing through the netting. It was perfect: erotic but not fully nude, framing her body like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

"Good girl," I praised, securing her wrists to the upper bars of the frame. The position stretched her completely, her torso elongated, the fishnet top pulling tight across her breasts. "Now, let's make sure you can't change your mind."

I positioned her facing slightly away from the door, her arms raised and bound above her, her ankles secured to the spreader bar at the base. She was displayed perfectly, her body taut and vulnerable, the pink mesh doing obscene things to her tits as they pressed against the netting.

"Please," she whimpered as I produced the blindfold—a thick, padded black sleep mask that would completely block her vision. "Be gentle at first."

I said nothing, securing the padded mask over her eyes and tightening the elastic strap behind her head. The contrast of the black velvet against her skin and pink top was striking. Then came the ball gag, pushing between those burgundy-painted lips, stretching her mouth obscenely around the red rubber sphere.

"MMMPH," she protested weakly, her head turning as she tried to adjust to the sensory deprivation.

I stepped back and stripped off my clothes, making sure to position myself where the phone's microphone would pick up the sounds. As I circled her, I caught Jerome's eye. He had entered silently through the side door, already naked, his massive black cock standing proudly erect.

He nodded once, his dark eyes roaming over Sarah's restrained form, lingering on the way her nipples poked through the fishnet holes.

I approached Sarah from behind, running my hands over her ass, squeezing her cheeks through the mesh top that ended at her hips, leaving her lower half bare. Her skin was warm, trembling slightly under my touch. I spread her cheeks to expose her tight holes, watching her try to track my movements despite the blindfold.

"She's ready," I announced to the phone, my voice thick with arousal. "Your wife is tied up, blindfolded, and gagged. Her cunt is dripping. I'm going to fuck her now, cuck. I'm going to breed your wife."

A muffled groan came through the speaker—the husband jerking off in his car or office, helpless to stop what was coming.

I positioned myself behind Sarah and rubbed the head of my cock against her slit. She was soaking wet, her pussy lips parting easily as I teased her entrance. The fishnet top swayed with her breathing, her tits heaving with anticipation.

"MMMHMM," she tried to say around the gag, pushing her hips back desperately.

I pushed inside in one smooth stroke, filling her completely. She was tight—tighter than Anna, less experienced—and she cried out around the gag as I stretched her married cunt for the first time. The padded blindfold kept her completely in the dark, her mouth working uselessly around the ball gag as I began to thrust.

"That's it," I grunted, gripping her hips through the pink mesh. "Take it. Take my cock."

I fucked her steadily for several minutes, letting her get accustomed to my size, letting her arousal build. Her whimpers turned to moans, her hips trying to push back against me despite her restraints. The fishnet top rubbed against my hands as I gripped her, the texture adding to the sensation. She was lost in sensation now, exactly as planned—blind, gagged, and ovulating.

Jerome moved silently into position beside me. I pulled out slowly, my cock glistening with her juices, and stepped aside. Jerome took my place, aligning his massive black shaft with her entrance. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised in question, his hand stroking his sheathed length.

I nodded.

He pushed forward, entering her with agonizing slowness. Sarah's whole body tensed, her mouth opening wide around the gag as she felt the difference—the increased girth, the impossible length, and the sheer volume of cock suddenly stretching her beyond anything she'd ever experienced. Her arms pulled against the restraints, muscles flexing as she tried to process the invasion.

"MMMPH! MMM!" she screamed around the gag, her head thrashing, the blindfold staying firmly in place.

Jerome paused, letting her adjust, then began to move. He was gentle at first, but soon he was fucking her with deep, powerful strokes that made her tits swing beneath the pink mesh and her body jerk against the frame. The contrast was stark—where I was pale pink, he was midnight black. Where I filled her, he was claiming her, conquering her, rewriting her body's understanding of what it could take.

"She's so tight," I announced loudly for the phone's benefit, his voice deeper and more resonant than mine. "So fucking wet. You hear that, cuck? Hear how your wife's cunt sounds taking a real man's cock?"

The speaker emitted a strangled sound.

Sarah was making noises I'd never heard from a woman—desperate, animalistic sounds that bypassed the gag entirely. She was pushing back now, actively fucking him, her body betraying her mind as it sought the seed it needed. The fishnet top was damp with sweat now, clinging to her heaving breasts, her nipples like hard pebbles visible through the holes.

Jerome reached around and grabbed her tits through the mesh, squeezing them roughly as he increased his pace. The netting bit into her flesh, creating a pattern of pink and white skin.

"MMMHMM!" she screamed, nodding frantically, her burgundy lips stretched wide around the gag.

He hammered into her, the frame creaking under the force of his thrusts. I watched, stroking my own cock back to hardness, as he destroyed her married pussy with his superior black cock. The visual was devastating—the contrast of his dark hands gripping her fishnet-covered tits, the way her cunt lips stretched obscenely around his thick black shaft, and the lewd wet sounds of their fucking filling the room, her blindfolded face turned toward the ceiling in ecstasy.

Jerome slammed deep and held, his muscular ass clenching as he unloaded directly into her unprotected womb. Pulse after pulse of thick, potent seed flooded her fertile cunt, filling her completely. Sarah screamed around her gag, her orgasm ripping through her as she felt the hot flood of cum claiming her egg, her body convulsing against the restraints, the pink fishnet top heaving with her desperate breaths.

Jerome kept cumming for what seemed like minutes, slowly pumping in and out to work every drop into her depths, his black seed mixing with her arousal. When he finally pulled out, a thick river of white cum immediately began leaking from her stretched hole, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor, obscene proof of what had just happened.

He stepped back, grinning at me, his cock still half-hard and glistening, and silently mouthed, "Your turn.”

I moved back into position and pretended I just filled her. Sarah was limp now, trembling in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of her life, her cunt a mess of cum and arousal.

"Did you hear that, cuck?" I spoke into the phone while Jerome's Black swimmers were still inside her, having no competition. Watching the blindfolded, gagged wife take everything he gave her. "Did you hear your wife take my load? She's full now. Full of bull cum. In nine months, you'll have a beautiful little surprise."

Sarah moaned, delirious, her body accepting everything, her raised arms trembling, the pink mesh top soaked with sweat and black cum already leaking out of her raped cunt.

As the three of us had drinsk afterwards, wathicng the knocked up wife dissapear in a taxi, we all smiled.

"This is a very good, new business idea!" Anna said loudly and raised her flute with champagne. "Breeding Black! Cuckolds can take revenge and book the switch, keeping it a secret until the black bastard is born. I love it!" Anna almost shouted.

We toasted, the night was still young.

To be continued.