“Yeeeesss, Masssaaaa-ohmmmm,” you murmur as your engorged milk bags begin to drip beads of cloudy foremilk, no longer able to withstand gravity’s pressure. Massaging one of your beautifully tender leaking tits, my cock surges as I relish in the sensual transformation I’ve caused to your body.

  “When I say bend over the only thing I want to hear from you is ‘How far?’ When I say spread your legs the only thing I want to hear is ‘How wide?’ When I tell you I need milk for myself or the farm hands, the only thing I want to hear from you is ‘How much?’

  “Yes, Massa,” you respond in a low tone, shuddering from the sensation of my large pale hands kneading your seeping brown udders.

  “The only reason you're on this earth is to drain my balls and nourish me with your juices. Why the government saw fit to give you an education, I’ll never know. A juicy black slut like you’ll never need it. The only thing you need is whatever hole I feel like fucking primed and wet. You're a whore for a white man and you love it. I knew it the minute I laid eyes on you. You want a master. You need direction and I’m gonna give it to you,” I declared as I stand up, unzipping my pants.

  “Yes, Massa,” you respond with your smoky brown eyes wide at the sight of my inflated veined cock, locked loaded and ready to ravage you.

  “You need a pussy full of steaming white jizz to carry around inside of you at all times,” I continued, rubbing the length of my thick drooling shaft, massaging the seeping pre-cum over my bulbous prick. I mount you from behind and bring my wet sticky hand down on your other plump ass cheek. SMACK!

  “NUUUHHHH!!- YES MASSA!” you wail as the stinging sensation pierces your supple ebony flesh. You involuntarily grind your ass against my heavy balls, silently willing me to enter you.

  “Atta girl,” I sneered with pride. “When I'm done injecting your slave cunt I'm gonna flip you over, face down ass up, attach your swollen black udders to the milker, and fuck your throat hard way to remind you what that juicy nigg’r mouth is spose’ta be for, is that clear?”

  “Yes, Massa,” you reply, your voice tense with nerves and desire. You knew you were really in for it this time and it was up to me to teach you your lesson.’

  Clara tried frantically to catch her breath. Farmer6969’s scandalous email left her reeling from such a violent orgasm that her entire body quaked. Her exposed ebony curves lay dewy and limp atop her satin lavender streets in a pool of her own sweat, cum and milk. She closed her wide chestnut eyes and licked her protruding lips. “Mmmm,” she moaned as the salty perspiration dissolved on her taste buds. Grabbing her favorite pale flesh colored dildo, she encircled the head with her tongue, pretending that it was him. “Let me clean that off for you Master,” she murmured as she slurped at the rubber cock. She covered every inch, sucking on the thick curve of the flushed head, sucking up any imaginary cum that didn’t make the journey into her warm, fruitful womb. She desperately wished he was physically there with her, satisfying her dark fantasies and skewering her throat with his extended manhood.

  BLING! BLING!

  The message chime on her phone startled Clara out of her fantasy. She looked at the screen. It was Darod, her soon to be ex-husband.

  Darod: ‘yo sup witcha, u ready to quit trippin?’

  Clara rolled her eyes. Her mind flashed back to the fight they’d had. His arrogance made her sick to her stomach. In fact these days, everything he said and did made her sick to her stomach. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he’d been cheating on her with stank ass Shanice, he’d had the nerve to try and deny that their baby girl was his! Clara narrowed her eyes at the words on the screen as she felt bolts of anger surge through her. She’d only married him to appease her ethno-centric family, unwilling to admit to herself that her true desire was and always had been to white men.

  Submissive by nature, Clara had always secretly been fascinated with white slave owners who bred their female slaves. There's little documented about that time period, but what she was able to find fed her growing obsession. When her online master, Farmer6969 mentioned “breeding” her, Clara allowed herself to be intrigued. Before she knew it, she'd engaged in a salacious ongoing email exchange with him, where he made her deepest most shameful desires come to life. He had an amazing way with words and an uncanny ability to transport her to a completely different time and place. Farmer6969 had awakened a hibernating sexual beast within her that was now clawing to get out.

  As a matter of fact, interracial desire was an understatement. She was damn near obsessed, constantly browsing through pics of bwwm (black women white men) relationships online and saving them to her phone. She envied how gloriously happy they seemed, relishing in their love for one another. Clara longed the same happiness for her own life and for the sake of her infant daughter. She berated herself every day for trying to fix her marriage with a baby. She was the innocent throughout all of the drama between her and Darod and she vowed to make things better for her. First things first- divorce his no good cheating ass and move on with her life.

  Clara rolled over and stretched her long legs and arched her back. The Caucasoid flesh colored dildo rubbed against her hard, leaking nipples. She smiled to herself. During the intense effort to love accept her post baby body, she’d become somewhat of a lactation fetishist. There was nothing that made her feel more feminine and powerful than possessing the ability to expel rich, luscious milk from her enormous cocoa orbs.

  At a curvy 5 foot six inches, with huge dark eyes, velvety chocolate skin, enormous, leaking breasts, soft stomach and a round ass, Clara now loved her new figure. Whereas most women abhor what havoc child bearing can wreck on their body, her online master, Farmer6969 convinced her that she was a work of art that deserved to be milked, bred and worshiped daily.

  Clara found herself drooling over her anonymous virtual lover, who had mercifully taken on the task of teaching her to experience the erotic rush of love, trust and pleasure that only exists between a hucow slave and her Farmer. She pinched her dark distended nipples as hard as she could. Her succulent pussy tingled and contracted at the sight of thick jets of milk shooting out of her tits, landing on her abdomen. Arching her back, she rubbed her fleshy thighs together, tickling her swollen button. She could feel Farmer6969’s massive calloused hands on her soft, heavy breasts, preparing her for her next milking to be followed directly by her next breeding session.

  To allow herself to be bred by the hunky dominant white man she only knew as Farmer6969 was enough to make Clara cream her panties right then and there- that is, if she’d been wearing any. They’d exchanged many photos, mostly of aroused body parts. She bit her lip remembering the first time she’d laid eyes on his delectable swollen thickness, shattering all myths about race and size difference. Clara had no doubt that he had all of the right tools to breed her successfully. She played over the moment of insemination in her mind countless times, imagining the strength of his pale veined hands gripping her cushiony ebony hips as he dumped his hot fertile load into her depths. Clara reached for her dildo, sawing the bulbous head against her soaking slit. She felt her pussy lips part involuntarily, aching to be filled by the thick faux cock.

  Clara sighed. Her craving for this man had reached heights that she’d never thought possible. Surely she couldn’t go on like this forever. It was starting to take much longer to for her to climax and she knew it was because her body demanded real thing. Farmer6969 suggested that they try to setup a meeting, but Clara always declined. She smiled as she remembered how patient and understanding he’d been once she revealed her current situation with Darod. He never pressured her, in fact he’d been downright tender about it, reassuring her that she and the baby deserved better, even subtly suggesting himself as a replacement. Clara knew the dangers of online dating, but she threw caution to the wind and allowed herself to be swept up in Farmer6969’s romantic notions. He knew exactly what to say to her and when to say it. A man who shared her taste of kinks with a tender side too? He had to be too good to be true.

  BLING! BLING!

  Clara grabbed the phone again and gritted her teeth at the message.

  Darod: ‘im yo man bitch is u crazy’

  “Negro, don’t nobody want you,” she said aloud, her voice slicing through the still midnight air. She was determined not to engage him. She knew she’d have to talk to him eventually. Just not tonight. Not now. Her mind was elsewhere… on him.

  BLING! BLING!

  Clara groaned, exasperated. She had her fingertip on her phones off button when out of the corner of her eye she spotted the contents of the new text message.

  Farmer6969: ‘Hey u. U get my email? ;)’

  Clara smiled. He made her instantly giddy, her chest tightened like a teenage girl with a crush. It was a stark contrast to the rage she felt anytime she had to communicate with Darod’s simple ass. Still naked, she rolled over, smooshing her bare dribbling breasts against the bed and steadied herself on her elbows.

  Clara: Yep got it n then some  ty ur really amazing.

  Farmer6969: thx. I always save my best work for u.

  Clara: ur sweet 

  Farmer6969: I try ;) What r u doin.

  Clara: Guess ;)

  Farmer6969: I could guess but I think I already know.

  Clara looked at the screen for a moment and took a deep breath. The baby was at her Mom’s house for the night and she could do with a little night cap… and some company. She bit her bottom lip. She knew she was ready to take the next step and meet in person, but at her house? What if he turned out to be crazy? What if they didn’t hit it off in person?

  Farmer6969: r u there?

  Tapping the sides of her phone Clara had an idea.

  Clara: yes, im here, sorry. had a rough few days. R u free for a drink?

  Farmer6969: sure…if ur sure…

  Clara: if its too late for u I understand…

  Farmer6969: no not too late. where?

  Clara gave him the address of a bar a few blocks away from her house, agreeing to meet him there in half an hour. As she slipped on her most flattering v-neck black dress, she turned from side to side to check out every angle. Her almond eyes narrowed as she caught sight of some sneaky cellulite. Come hell or high water I’m hitting the gym first thing Monday morning, she vowed before she grabbed her shawl, clutch and dashed through the door.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Clara’s throaty laugh echoed along with the click of her heels against the pavement into the dark sky. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such enriching conversation with a man. Looking up at him now, she found herself mesmerized by his swagger. He was even more gorgeous than she’d pieced together from his sexts and their chemistry was just as strong in person as it was online. Clara spotted him right away when she arrived a few minutes late to the lounge, leaning against the top exchanging casual banter with the bartender. His expression softened once he caught sight of Clara. Her heart nearly jumped in her throat when he stood up to introduce himself.

  “Clara? I’m Drew.” his voice was so deep and gravelly that it nearly melted her panties.

  “Hi!” Clara flashed a bright smile, ignoring the smoldering heat between her legs. He was just over six foot with dark brown hair that touted a sprinkle of salt tinted strands. His expressive hazel brown eyes bore into her as he pressed his lips together at the sight of her. His smooth snowy skin had only a hint of a shadow. His tailored white button up and creased gray trousers As she held out her hand to him, he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it-slowly…sensually. Clara felt her knees weaken. She wanted to rip off her dress and let him take her on top of the bar. “N-nice to meet you Farm- I mean Drew,” she stammered. “Finally!” she guffawed a little too loudly.

  Drew smiled down at her. He knew she was nervous and he found it endearing. He felt his cock come alive through his trousers as he motioned for her to go ahead of him. Her tight black dress against her dark skin hugged her curvaceous bottom like a glove. His dick swelled as he put his hand on the small of her lower back to lead her towards her seat.

  The heat from his massive hand on her lower back made Clara go limp. As she perched herself atop the bar stool she did everything she could to recover from her goofy intro. Get yourself together girl, she silently berated herself. Your waist is tight-enough, your cleavage is right. Make him want you as much as you want him! Tossing her head back, she turned on the charm. “So…this is you,” she said seductively.

  “This is me,” Drew grinned mischievously, gazing at her supple curvy form. He’d had an idea of how beautiful she was from the pictures they’d exchanged but they did her no justice. What a goddess, he thought as he took in her wild dark hair, her smooth caramel skin, the arc of her cheek and the curl in her luscious lips. Those lips… His manhood sprang to life as his mind began to wander into his depraved rolodex of fantasies. While Clara kept talking, his eyes clandestinely floated to the growing wet spots in the middle of her bountiful chocolate udders. Even through her black dress the seeping was obvious. He couldn’t stop his mouth watering at the thought of wrapping his tongue around her dark succulent nipples and filling his gut with her sweet nourishment.

  “You know,” Clara continued, fully aware that she’d sprung a leak. “I wanted to thank you,” she looked down at her martini glass and slowly traced the rim.

  “For what?” Drew’s voice was low and sensual. He took a sip of his scotch. God she’s beautiful. Play cool, don’t come on too strong or you’ll scare her off. He silently coached himself. He shot Clara a warm smile. Looking up at him, Clara spotted gentle crow’s feet creases at the corners of his eyes. His teeth were big and bright. He had a boyish charm about him despite the physical hints of maturity.

  “Well, just in case this is the only conversation we have in person,” she said slightly slurring her speech. “I think it’s only right of me to thank you for being so kind and understanding. I’m going through a tough time right now…” she trailed off at the feeling of his strong warm pale hand on her mocha knee. As he gave her a firm squeeze, Clara sighed, trying to ignore the tingling tickle in her pussy and the buzz slowly seeping into her brain. Damn… his hands…she thought as she averted her gaze from him once more. The intensity and kindness in his eyes sent shock waves hurdling through her body.

  “Clara?” Drew asked, concerned. “Are you alright?” She hadn’t finished her thought and seemed to be in a haze. Giving a little wave at the bartender, he thought fast. “Can we have some ice water for my friend here? You must make one hell of a martini,” he joked. Beaming, the bartender complied. Drew picked up the cool rocks glass and gently pressed it to Clara’s temple.

  “Mmm,” Clara moaned huskily, biting her plump bottom lip. Drew felt his cock flex against his zipper as he took her in, mesmerized by her seduction. He could already feel her lips encircling his manhood as he’d imagined so many times before. Those pouty lips… that succulent mouth… that silky brown skin… His throbbing manhood ached to be set free. Shifting on the barstool, Drew moved his hand from her knee to the fullest part of her thigh, hoping she wouldn’t be scared off by his raging hard on.

  “Thank you,” she said, taking the glass from him. Shaking herself back to attention, she chuckled. “Wow, uhhh… It’s just between the baby and you know, everything... It has been a while since I’ve had a good drink,” she quickly explained between sips. As the cool liquid slid down her throat she closed her eyes. For a second she fantasized that it was Drew’s salty sap trickling into her.

  “No need to explain,” Drew laughed.

  “Oooh, It’s hot in here isn’t it? I think I need some fresh air,” Clara said suddenly, snapping back once more.

  “Do you wanna go?” Drew asked, disappointed. He wasn’t ready to leave her yet. They’d finally taken the first step-the biggest step and he didn’t want it to end. There was so much he wanted to say to her… to do to her… “May I see you home?” he suggested, hoping that she couldn’t detect the desperation in his voice.

  Clara stared at him with wide chestnut eyes. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold herself together. Her full heaving breasts were primed to explode at any moment. The entire top of her dress was soaked with milk, her nipples taut. She could hardly believe that weeks of exchanging hot emails and naughty messages had finally come to this. She was completely taken by him and he seemed to be just as hypnotized by her. You can do more than just walk me home, she thought as she nodded to him. She was already playing herself right into his hands, fulfilling her role as the vulnerable submissive while he asserted his dominance, swooping in to save the day.

  Drew signaled for the tab as he rose to help Clara from the bar stool. She shivered as his brute hand enclosed around hers. Instinctively, Drew wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. “One second babe,” he said as he hastily scribbled his signature on the receipt.

  Babe… the single word spoken from his deep baritone almost made her cream her panties right then and there. Babe…the word echoed through her mind. Babe… it had slipped off of his tongue so naturally and without warning. He’d already claimed her as his. It had been so long since Clara had been treated decently by a man that she almost forgot what it was like to feel desired. She inhaled deeply as the woodsy vanilla bark aroma of his cologne invaded her senses.

  “Shall we?” Drew asked pulling Clara close. She melted into his lean hardness, snuggling deep under his arm. Drew could feel the other patrons’ eyes on them as they left. He smiled to himself. He loved an audience. Might as well give them a show, he thought, planting a lingering tender kiss on Clara’s forehead. “Mmmm,” she moaned snuggling deeper into his strength. Tightening his grip around her waist he caressed the arc of her ample hip and walked his fingers up the length of her dress, resting just below the heft of her massive leaking orbs. The sensation of the saturated cloth on his hand inflated his cock to twice its size. Drew took a deep breath as he fought the urge to tear off her clothes, bend her over the bar and fuck her in front of everyone.