Pregnant with Black man's blood

One day, I went to the supermarket to buy groceries. To get there, I needed to take the bus, and my son, who was going to school, was going the same way. When we arrived at our usual bus stop, a new yellow sign had been nailed to the pole with some words written on it. I don't understand English, so my son told me that the sign said the bus stop had been temporarily moved to a nearby location due to road construction. Not knowing how to get there, my son led me through an alley behind a house to a small street, where we found a similar yellow sign nailed to a utility pole. He told me the temporary stop was there. Less than two minutes later, a dilapidated bus, its original color unrecognizable, pulled up. I glanced at the license plate; it was the same as we had agreed upon. My heart pounded, because I knew what getting on this bus meant. There was already a driver and two passengers, both Black. As I boarded, I felt the driver's gaze drifting towards my collar, and at the same time, I felt a tightening in my uterus. For a moment, I felt uneasy, but I had already handed the driver the coins. My son and I each found a seat. The two Black passengers sat in the back, seemingly asleep. The bus was dilapidated and filthy; the floor was grime-black, the seats were broken, and few of the windows had intact glass. It looked like the whole bus was about to fall apart when it started moving. Five minutes later, still no sign of the stop, I began to wonder. Only my son spoke a few words of English. Just then, two burly black men from the back of the bus walked to the front. As they passed me, one of them pretended to stumble and fell on top of me. I was terrified. Everything happened so fast; I didn't even have time to react. I screamed. The black man who had fallen on me stood up, a dark, menacing hand suddenly appearing in his hand. He pointed the gun at me and said, "Don't move." During this time, I slumped in my seat, my body trembling like a leaf. My breasts, below my 36F cup size, shook violently, and my nipples began to involuntarily harden. My uterus started to feel hot. My reproductive organs sensed that something was about to happen. I'm only 39 years old, but my long-term pampered lifestyle makes me look like I'm only in my thirties. I'm not fat, but I'm very voluptuous, especially my breasts and buttocks—two of a woman's most endowments. My face is oval, my hair is permed and slightly wavy, I have narrow shoulders, a small waist, and wide hips, with a slightly plump lower abdomen. My skin is very smooth and delicate. Two black men pulled me up from my slumped seat and dragged me to the back of the bus. I screamed for help, calling my son's name, but even he couldn't help me. Only then did I notice that the bus was parked in an empty factory building. The driver stood up and went to the back of the bus as well. Three burly black men surrounded me in the cramped space at the back of the bus. My top was quickly unbuttoned. Because it was summer, I wasn't wearing many clothes; underneath was only a small tank top and a white silk bra. The thug standing in front of me reached directly into my loose tank top, slipped his hand into the bra cup, and grabbed my left breast. My erect nipple pressed against his palm, and he felt a tightening in his testicles, his penis beginning to lengthen. The thug standing to my side and behind also reached out and grabbed my right breast, pinching and playing with my nipple, his penis rubbing against my left buttock through my pants. While the three thugs were playing with my breasts and nipples, it didn't stop them from completely lifting my shirt, pulling the straps of my vest and bra up to my stomach along my fair and smooth shoulders, fully exposing my two large 36F breasts! My breasts were papaya-shaped, well-maintained, with almost no sagging. At the top of my snow-white breasts were two full nipples, crimson in color, like two fresh, tender red dates. The brown areolas around the nipples were as big as the opening of a soda can, and the areolas bulged outward like flower buds. Fear gripped my body, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. My soft, mature breasts shook especially violently, appearing incredibly alluring and inviting to be touched and fondled by the thugs. My two tempting breasts were now being wantonly fondled by several black men using both hands and mouths. To make matters worse, while fondling my breasts, the thugs were also able to attack my genitals. My skirt was lifted from the front, revealing my thong underwear, and my stockings were pulled down to my knees. A dark hand caressed the tender flesh of my mons pubis and lower abdomen through my underwear, while another dark hand even reached under my crotch, kneading my genitals. The owners of these dark hands had gleaming eyes, swallowing incessantly, their testicles and prostates becoming engorged with blood, and their vas deferens continuously supplying sperm. I stopped screaming at this moment, my cervix began to moisten, my vaginal walls heated up, my vaginal opening slightly parted, my breasts became engorged with blood, and my nipples became even harder and more erect. Despite my overwhelming fear and reluctance, my ripe female reproductive organs were ready for intercourse. Immediately, my skirt was lifted above my abdomen, bunched up, and my underwear, held in place by an elastic band, was pulled down to my knees. A chill ran down my buttocks and lower abdomen; my genitals were completely exposed to the black thugs. Their penises instantly grew an inch longer. This was the first time I had been naked in front of men other than my husband, and the first time my son had seen my genitals. I was completely stunned, offering no resistance, only my body trembling uncontrollably. I was then pushed down onto the last row of seats. The thugs lifted my legs, removed my underwear, but left my stockings and mid-heeled shoes on, and then spread my legs apart. I tried to close my legs, but to no avail; a burly black man spread them open, knelt between my legs, and brought his mouth to my plump vulva, licking my clitoris. This was the most attractive part of my body to men; no man other than my husband had ever touched it. Below my fair, smooth abdomen was a small patch of glossy black pubic hair, beneath which lay a plump, fleshy mound. The pubic hair pointed like a black arrow toward my female genitalia, and the flesh peeking through the gaps in the hair was snow-white. From the outside, the genitals resembled a vertically half-open mouth; between the dark, thick labia majora, two thin labia minora were visible, half-open, revealing pinkish flesh in between. A burly black man had already taken off his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear under his trousers, so as soon as he pulled them down, his enormous penis sprang out, reeking of the foul stench of black genitalia and urine. He grabbed my hair, forcing me to prop myself up, and lewdly slapped my cheeks with his semi-erect penis. My cheeks quickly turned red. Then he pinched my chin, signaling me to open my mouth. Although my husband had never experienced this treatment before, there was no room for negotiation. I glanced at my son with a sorrowful and helpless look, closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and took his glans, which was as big as a large egg, into my mouth. The burly black man thrust his hips forward, pushing the glans all the way down my throat. I felt nauseous and vomited, but I had no choice but to submit to his lewdness, licking the glans and coronal sulcus with my tongue. The filth on the coronal sulcus made my tongue go numb, and the fishy smell hit my nostrils. I couldn't hold back any longer; the acid in my stomach surged up, blocked by the glans in my throat, and sprayed out of my nose. The burly black man was furious when he saw this and slapped me across the face, instantly swelling up half of my cheek. I obediently began to perform oral sex on him. At the same time, I felt my clitoris being sucked and licked by another black man, while my nipples and areolas were being sucked and pinched by a third black man with both his hands and mouth. I was exposing my breasts and genitals to a black man's penis in front of my son, and he was sucking my breasts and licking my genitals. I was so ashamed that I didn't dare to look up, but the heat surging in my body became more and more obvious. The more I suppressed myself and didn't show it, the more I couldn't control this feeling.Meanwhile, the three burly Black men's penises were fully erect. They rarely had the opportunity to be with Asian women, and had never seen skin as fair and delicate as mine, with soft, elastic breasts and buttocks, brightly colored areolas and nipples, and a full, round, and fleshy vulva. Their testicles were twice their usual size, their vas deferens frantically spitting out sperm, and their epididymis and prostate were brimming with semen. The thug who was sucking my vulva stood up, pulled down his pants, bent down, and moved his glans close to my vulva. His penis was as black as his body, with only the glans slightly reddish. My vulva was already wet, my vagina was still secreting viscous fluid, and my cervix was elongated, making my genitals appear even fuller and more alluring, ready to be penetrated at any moment. The moment the black man's swaying glans touched my vaginal opening, it gripped the tender flesh as if it knew the way. Just as I realized what was about to happen, he thrust his hips, parting my labia and sliding into my vagina. Then, his entire seven-inch-long penis plunged into my genitals. With the black man's penis inside me, I felt a strange excitement. My erogenous zones were stretched into a circle by his thick penis, as if my vagina and uterus trembled from the friction of his glans. His penis thrust in and out of my vagina and uterus without restraint, as if my vagina had traveled thousands of miles by plane just for this moment to meet him. The sounds of violent thrusting were deafening, "plop-plop-plop-" without stopping. I moaned lasciviously, my body swaying to the rhythm, my breasts heaving violently. They couldn't even begin to express the surging passion within me; wave after wave of intense spasms spread from the vaginal walls where his penis touched my cervix, through my uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries, then upwards to my breasts and the sensitive nipples. Every female organ in my body trembled with a mixture of excitement and shame. Finally, amidst wave after wave of orgasms, squeezed by the warm, moist walls of my vagina, the black man's penis erupted. He stopped thrusting, his hot semen spraying directly onto the very core of my uterus, nearly knocking me unconscious. When the black man withdrew his penis, the tip of his glans was covered in a white liquid, a viscous liquid still connecting his urethral opening to my vaginal opening. He used his fingers to pick up the sticky liquid from the tip of his urethral opening and smeared it on my vulva, not wanting to waste a single drop of his semen. The black man who had been sucking my breasts earlier had already taken off his pants and was waiting. The first black man who raped me pushed my naked body aside like a sex doll he had played with, then picked me up and placed me on his lap, my back against his stomach. His hands supported my thighs and calves at the joints, raising my legs high. This black man was tall, and he held me like an adult holding a child to urinate. My genitals, still violating him, were facing my son. My pubic hair was completely wet with secretions and semen, my vaginal opening was half-open, and after a moment, a thick stream of semen flowed from my vaginal opening, dripping onto the dark floor, instantly turning white... A white puddle, like a glob of phlegm spat on the ground. I had just recovered from an orgasm, my back aching and my legs weak, my head drooping as he did as he pleased. The black man holding me, seeing that no more semen was flowing from my vagina, aligned my vagina with his erect penis and slowly lowered my body. Insertion wasn't difficult; he quickly reached his full length into my vagina, then, while twisting his hips, he held my body and moved up and down, back and forth, side to side. In this position, my son could clearly see the point where my vagina and the black man's genitals met, and the thrusting motion; he could even see the outline of the glans penis in my lower abdomen. No matter how he moved, my vagina always held his penis. After a while, perhaps feeling his hands were too tired, or wanting to free them for something else, he released my legs, reached his hands to my chest, and cupped my trembling breasts, kneading them. While kneading, he said, "shake." "Your ass, whore! Shake your ass!" Seeing that I didn't react, he looked up at me, who was staring in disbelief, and said, "Tell your mother whore to move her ass." Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yeah, she's your ass. Sorry, good!" My son said to me, "Mom, he told you to move your ass, move your ass now." My desire was aroused again, so I obediently wiggled my ass, cooperating with the black man's rape. Later, the black man got carried away and simply picked me up and stood up, using my body to move his penis up and down, playing with my breasts. This black man also ejaculated inside me. He had just finished when the third black man, the one who had made me give him oral sex first, couldn't wait any longer. He pulled me over, now completely exposed, and pulled off my skirt and the rest of my vest and bra. Completely naked, I was forced to bend over, my legs spread, and the black man penetrated me from behind, facing backwards, on the last row of seats. My genitals were now a complete mess; my vulva was swollen, even the pink flesh was turned outwards. The black man's back was to my son, who could see the outline of two dark testicles in his swollen scrotum. My swollen genitals were penetrated again by a black man's penis. This time, the first black man who had raped me forced me to turn around and shoved his penis, which was beginning to regain its strength, into my mouth. They began to rape me one after the other. My soft, large white breasts hung down in front of my chest, like two large papayas, the protruding nipples and areolas rubbing against the seat with the swaying and trembling of my breasts, and were occasionally held and played with by different men. After the black man who was penetrating my vagina ejaculated inside me, the man who had been raping my mouth moved to the back, and the remaining black man shoved his penis into my mouth again. For the next few hours, the three black men took turns raping me, and without exception, they ejaculated into my uterus. They used all sorts of positions to have sex with me—doggy style, lotus position, 69, rear insertion, and "fishing for the moon at the bottom of the sea"—leaving my son dumbfounded. Under the control of lust, I cooperated with their movements. The stark contrast between the black man's muscular, dark body and my delicate, pale flesh was striking. His heavy breathing mingled with my panting moans, and his triumphant roars during ejaculation accompanied my ecstatic cries of climax—all of this created a magnificent erotic performance. When everything calmed down, the three burly black men had released all their pent-up semen into my body. The driver returned to the front and drove off. I leaned back in the last row of seats, my ravaged body limp like a pile of soft white flesh, my vaginal opening gaping wider than a beer bottle, thick semen constantly leaking out. When the car stopped again, I was shocked to find this wasn't a familiar place. Abandoned houses were everywhere, sewage was everywhere, and garbage was piled high. Even more disturbing, groups of young black men were loitering around. I guessed this was a predominantly black neighborhood. The driver stopped the bus and got off. Soon, people started boarding. Six young black men boarded, all dressed in rags and filthy clothes. Their only common trait was that their eyes lit up when they saw me naked. The driver charged each of them 20 rand and drove off. The two original black men maintained order in the back, while the new passengers began gang-raping me, each given fifteen minutes. Although the bus was crowded, I could still see myself being held or straddled by different black men, six penises of varying lengths and thicknesses taking turns penetrating my mouth and genitals. I saw semen spray onto my mother's face, hair, breasts, and belly, but most of it was injected into my uterus. The bus soon arrived at a different location. Those who had raped my mother got off, satisfied, and more new passengers boarded. The driver charged each of them 20 rand. By sunset, besides the driver and the original two black men, more than a dozen passengers had gang-raped me. Then the bus drove back to where we boarded, and my son was let off. From that day on, I became a sex slave, forced into prostitution on the bus every day. My son was kept at their place, responsible for taking care of me after I returned from seeing clients each day. This gang made money through forced prostitution and filming adult movies. As a result, my business was booming; I had to see clients more than ten times a day. The gang even deliberately arranged for me to see clients intensively during my ovulation period, for three consecutive days, from morning to night, being gang-raped by forty or fifty black men each day. In this way, at the age of 39, I became pregnant with a black man's child. During my pregnancy, I still had to see clients as usual, even when I was seven or eight months pregnant, I had to let those black men have their way with me while I was heavily pregnant."Mom," my son said to me, "he's telling you to move your ass, move your ass now." My desire was reignited, so I obediently wiggled my ass, cooperating with the black man's rape. Later, this black man got carried away and simply picked me up and stood up, using my body to move his penis up and down, playing with my breasts. This black man also ejaculated inside me. As soon as he finished, the third black man couldn't wait any longer; he was the one who made me give him oral sex first. He picked me up, now completely naked, and pulled off my skirt and the rest of my vest and bra. Naked, I was pressed face down on the last row of seats, forced to bend over, spread my legs, and let the black man penetrate me from behind. My genitals were now a complete mess; my vulva was swollen, and even the pink flesh of my vulva was turned outwards. The black man's back was to my son, and my son could see the outline of two dark testicles in his swollen scrotum. My swollen genitals were penetrated again by a black man's penis. This time, the first black man who had raped me forced me to turn around and shoved his penis, which was beginning to regain its strength, into my mouth. They began to rape me one after the other. My soft, large white breasts hung down in front of my chest, like two large papayas, the protruding nipples and areolas rubbing against the seat with the swaying and trembling of my breasts, and were occasionally held and played with by different men. After the black man who was penetrating my vagina ejaculated inside me, the man who had been raping my mouth moved to the back, and the remaining black man shoved his penis into my mouth again. For the next few hours, the three black men took turns raping me, and without exception, they ejaculated into my uterus. They used all sorts of positions to have sex with me—doggy style, lotus position, 69, rear insertion, and "fishing for the moon at the bottom of the sea"—leaving my son dumbfounded. Under the control of lust, I cooperated with their movements. The stark contrast between the black man's muscular, dark body and my delicate, pale flesh was striking. His heavy breathing mingled with my panting moans, and his triumphant roars during ejaculation accompanied my ecstatic cries of climax—all of this created a magnificent erotic performance. When everything calmed down, the three burly black men had released all their pent-up semen into my body. The driver returned to the front and drove off. I leaned back in the last row of seats, my ravaged body limp like a pile of soft white flesh, my vaginal opening gaping wider than a beer bottle, thick semen constantly leaking out. When the car stopped again, I was shocked to find this wasn't a familiar place. Abandoned houses were everywhere, sewage was everywhere, and garbage was piled high. Even more disturbing, groups of young black men were loitering around. I guessed this was a predominantly black neighborhood. The driver stopped the bus and got off. Soon, people started boarding. Six young black men boarded, all dressed in rags and filthy clothes. Their only common trait was that their eyes lit up when they saw me naked. The driver charged each of them 20 rand and drove off. The two original black men maintained order in the back, while the new passengers began gang-raping me, each given fifteen minutes. Although the bus was crowded, I could still see myself being held or straddled by different black men, six penises of varying lengths and thicknesses taking turns penetrating my mouth and genitals. I saw semen spray onto my mother's face, hair, breasts, and belly, but most of it was injected into my uterus. The bus soon arrived at a different location. Those who had raped my mother got off, satisfied, and more new passengers boarded. The driver charged each of them 20 rand. By sunset, besides the driver and the original two black men, more than a dozen passengers had gang-raped me. Then the bus drove back to where we boarded, and my son was let off. From that day on, I became a sex slave, forced into prostitution on the bus every day. My son was kept at their place, responsible for taking care of me after I returned from seeing clients each day. This gang made money through forced prostitution and filming adult movies. As a result, my business was booming; I had to see clients more than ten times a day. The gang even deliberately arranged for me to see clients intensively during my ovulation period, for three consecutive days, from morning to night, being gang-raped by forty or fifty black men each day. In this way, at the age of 39, I became pregnant with a black man's child. During my pregnancy, I still had to see clients as usual, even when I was seven or eight months pregnant, I had to let those black men have their way with me while I was heavily pregnant.

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