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Black Babies Matter

(Magdelyn K. Bordeaux)

01/03/2017

"Welcome. Welcome. If everyone will just settle down and find a seat. Find a seat. Thank you. For those who don't know me, I am Anita Seamen, President of SFLRC. I'd like to thank everyone who make it out tonight. It's a very large turn out. The Society for Female Led Relationships and Cuckoldry is celebrating five years as a community benefit organization. Girl, what a year it's been. To celebrate, we'll be throwing our annual gala two weeks from now, Friday. I expect to see you all there, and see a lot more of you, if you know what I mean. Cocktails at six, followed by a sitdown dinner and dancing. Skinny dipping is again mandatory if you're going into the pool. And again, intimacy is allowed in the pool and all common areas. The afterparty, of course, should be a fabulous. We have more people this year than ever for the Cuck and Bull Gang Bang. Remember, all FLR gentlemen are expected to report for both pre-event preparation and post-party cleanup. Ladies, ensure your charge arrives on time. We're thrilled that Candy Cumming was able to host this month's meeting. As you know, Candy, with her husband Jack Khannov, are big benefactors of the SFLRC, and so many other charitable events in the community. Stand up Candy. Let everybody see you."

"Thank you," said Candy as she and Jack stood up to a round of applause, "Thank you so much. It's a privilege to be part of this wonderful community."

"As head of household," President Seamen continued, "Candy is a socialite and spends her time with charity work and grant making. Jack is our society intellectual and SFLRC historian, having taken a B.A., magna cum laude, from Hebrew Union College, where he studied Critical Race Theory, with a minor in Contemporary Jewish Thought. He holds a Ph.D. from Brandeis University. His doctoral thesis was entitled, Critical Theory of White Male Privilege Through a Feminist Intersectional Paradigm. Jack is also our event custodian, in charge of keeping the ladies toilets pristine at all events. Candy and Jack, of course are FLR, but also practitioners of matriarchy, with elements of domestic discipline, corporal punishment, chastity and cuckoldry. A big round of applause, please. Thank you. With that, let's go around and have the officers introduce yourselves."

"Hi. I guess I'll start. I'm Amanda Lay, Vice President. I'm here with my lover and owner, Dick Black, or as I call him, Big Daddy. Unfortunately my husband, Seth, couldn't be here tonight because he's again working double shifts. My husband and I are a practicing FLR couple, but also a black owned couple. I'm so happy that Big Daddy Black could be here today. He's so busy with his harem of couples that this is really a treat. I do have an announcement. Well, I have a couple of announcements. First, I'd like to announce that Seth and I are expecting. Yes. Yes. I am pregnant with Big Daddy's child. Second, I'm very sad to announce that Big Daddy Black has put us up for sale. He is in contract with new owners, and financing to be approved any day. So, I'm sorry to say that I will not have the privilege of serving Big Daddy for much longer. Correct me if I'm wrong Big Daddy, but the new owners are a minority owned limited liability partnership of five partners, so we will continue to be black owned. Big Daddy, did you want to say anything?"

"I suppose. Again, I'm Dick Black, known as Big Daddy to chattel. I'm an investor in the white couple slave markets, which means I buy, train, improve and flip white couples. I know there are several of you here today who are registered for the market and available for purchase. In fact, I have just closed on a new investment. So, I guess I'll make it public and announce that I've recently purchased your president, Anita Seamen. As part of the flipping process, I've decided to get rid of the toxic assets of the deal, so I ended Anita's relationship with her companion, Ephraim. I also ended her employment. I will be getting her a new mate, registering them for marriage, and selling them off as a couple. So, President Seamen, you are to call me Big Daddy from now on."

"Thank you, Big Daddy," said Anita, "I didn't want to make any announcements until I was sure it was alright with you, Big Daddy. The closing took place this morning, with the consummation immediately following. I'll be entering into an intensive obedience school, followed by a sex slavery training program and physical fitness regimen, so Vice President Lay will be helping me with society administration. She'll be the main point of contact for the next three months or so. Layla, did you want to go next?"

"One more thing," interjected Dick Black, "I see some fellow black brothers here. Any of you not in FLR relationships, and interested in the black owned, white couple industry, please see me. The initial capital investment is high. But, the return on investment is significant, with good returns on exploitation. All slave earnings above living expenses go the owner. Because overtime laws do not apply to slaves, they can make extra income for the investor by having them work double shifts. Slaves can also be pimped as a revenue generation mechanism, and there are substantial profits on resale. With changes to federal bankruptcy law that place debtor couples onto the slave registry, I see huge industry growth. See me after the meeting if interested."

"Greetings all. I'm Layla Cox, Secretary for SFLRC. I'm here with my husband, the former Eaton Beaver, now known as, Eaton Cox. I'm accompanied with one of my lovers, Major Johnson. Of course we are FLR. A little about our relationship, I wear the pants in the family, and have final say on all familial decisions. I am the breadwinner, and Eaton is a homemaker. We met our first year of college and married young during our freshman year. I needed a helpmate and homemaker to take care of the home front, so I could focus on school and career. I made Eaton drop out of school after he got his 'MR degree.' Our relationship has elements of chastity and cuckoldry. I've recently enrolled Eaton in 'faggot conversion therapy,' after I found out he'd been going to porn theaters and openly masturbating. So, any of the gay gentlemen in the room, or even those involuntary celibate beta males like Eaton whose only release is masturbation or cruising for gay sex, may see him loitering in gay sex venues and sucking cock with his therapist. He spends eight hours a day in the Tea Bag Theater in the industrial district, with balls bouncing off his chin, sucking cock and swallowing semen. If you see him there, please help in his therapy and sick your cock in his mouth. It's a really exciting to see the changes therapy has had on his personality. He had been addicted to straight porn, which I view as degrading to women. I guess it was my fault. He so rarely had the opportunity to engage in intimacy. Through therapy, his straight porn addiction is gone. Now gay porn get's him hard, with straight porn having little to no effect. I'm really looking forward to being his fag hag. Mr. Johnson, did you want so say anything."

"Thank you. I have a couple of words. I don't know if y'all have noticed, but I am African-American. You know, that group of people y'all call niggers behind closed doors. I am here with Layla and what's-his-name, but am also here as a liaison and representative of the Militant Reparations Guerrilla Faction. We're an organization of militant activists promoting reparations owed to those marginalized communities that have been victimized by systematic and historic discrimination. Our organization is active in the promotion of the black-in-white and black-bred lifestyles, wherein white females take black lovers and have black babies to repay their debt for the injustices visited upon our good and noble people. We are also active in the movement to decriminalize interracial mating by striking rape and sexual assault statutes from the penal code as they pertain to black men who engage in sexual relations with white women. I am passing around a notepad. If the white ladies in the room, whether attached or not, could put their name, address, telephone number and email down, I'd appreciate it. Thank you."

"With that," Anita Seamen said, "and with your permission Big Daddy, I invite everyone to help themselves to a cocktail or three, before we break into discussion groups. You'll see servers bringing around hors d'oeuvres. Discussion can revolve around anything, but our theme tonight is, 'Changing societal expectations and responsibilities in a time of racial, sexual, and LGBT dynamism.' Of course, don't feel obligated to limit your discussion to the theme."

The participants slowly separated into several discussion groups. Candy Cumming and her husband, joined a group of other members and prospective members, who had pulled their chairs into a circle. The group included Major Johnson, Mona Lott, Peter Puller, Ayema Hoare, Michael Hunt, Shaniqua Hiscock, and Fonda Peters. As President Seamen was about to sit down to join their group, Big Daddy took hold of her and forced her to the floor right in the middle of the circle. He reached up her dress and pulled her panties off, and spread her knees wide. She pulled up the hem of her dress above her waist. On his knees between her legs, he unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and pulled down the band of his underwear and tucked them underneath his big balls. His large, engorged, uncircumcised erect penis protruded upwards.

"Oh, my God," said Candy, "It's huge." Jack gave her a quick side-glance, and tried to hide his jealousy. Jack's cock began to get hard in its cage, and his balls began to ache. The reactions of those who could see Big Daddy's cock convinced the other members of the discussion group to get up from their chairs and position themselves to see. Big Daddy took his cock into his hand and rubbed it slowly, up and down. He positioned its mushroom head so it touched Anita between the lips of her vulva. He lifted the tip up and down, wetting her lips with the sticky precum dripping out of the end. Pushing into her slightly, he moved back and forth, entering her a little at a time, further and deeper. It took a couple of minutes of this delicate rhythm before her pussy was ready to fully sear his cock. "Big Daddy," said Anita, "I'm not on birth control." He thrust it hard deep down inside her, pushing it all the way until his balls bounced against her.

"It hurts, Daddy," she said.

"You want I should shove it up your ass?" replied Big Daddy.

Anita let out a squeal of pain. By this time the entire room gathered around. He lay his body onto hers, reached under her and grabbed ahold of each lobe of her ass with his big hands. He pulled his cock back and gave her another hard thrust, and began pumping her over-stretched cunt. Anita Seamen breathed deeply, letting out repeated cries, building up into operatic moans of her impending orgasm. Big Daddy groaned like a rutting bull. He let out a savage grunt and exploded into her.

The room cheered and began clap. Big Daddy lay on top of Anita Seamen, breathing heavily and perspiring. The room quieted down. "I can see why they call him Big Daddy," said Candy.

"Was that really necessary?" lamented Jack.

"Was what really necessary?" shot back Candy.

"The whole thing. This whole display," he replied angrily.

"You just earned yourself a paddling, little man," said Candy, "Get your ass into the bedroom. Have the paddle ready when I get there."

"I'm sorry," whined Jack, "Not in front of the membership. Can you beat after the meeting, please?"

"Now you've lost your clothing privileges, mister," she replied, "Get in there and strip down, and get the paddle ready."

Jack got up and made his way to the bedroom in an agitated state. "It's not fair," he said as he crossed the room, "I'm always get blamed."

"I'm so sorry Big Daddy," said Candy, "You'll have to excuse me everybody. Obviously, I haven't been doing my job. Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me for just a few moments. Please enjoy the discussion. I'll be back."

Candy got up and briskly walked across the room toward her bedroom. She strode with purpose upon her spiked heels, entering the bedroom.

From the adjoining bedroom the guests were audience to a thud, followed by a moan. "Ow," cried Jack. "I'm sorry," he shrieked. Nine hard strokes followed with an unsparingly brutality to his bare backside by a broad hardwood paddle perforated with holes drilled into it. When the paddling had ceased, he was sobbing heavily. "I'm Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." He began whimpered.

"You can come out when you stop crying," said Candy.

Candy exited the bedroom, while her guests were chatting and sipping cocktails. "I'm so sorry, everyone," she said.

"Well," said Dixon Kuntz, a member of Candy's discussion group, "You certainly handled that rather well."

"Bravo," Ayema Hoare, "Immediate consequences is really the best practice."

The room quieted into a murmur, punctuated by laughter. Hor d'oeuvres were circulating the room, wine glasses refilled and cocktails replaced. A while had passed before Jack came to the bedroom door, undressed, but for his chastity device. His eyes were red.

"Are you done crying?" said Candy, "Come on out if you think you can behave yourself? Over here. Corner time. Go to your special place. On you knees. Face the corner. Keep quiet. The adults are talking."

Jack made his way across the room. As Jack passed the group, Mona Lott, looked at Jack's caged cock and balls. Jack kneeled into a corner near where Candy and the others were discussing ideas for new legislation to mandate the presumption of female led marriage. They discussed activism methods to get codification of a bill of rights for dominant women, and a bill of responsibilities for husbands that would continue even in the event of divorce.

"His balls are so big and blue," Mona said to Candy, "Is that healthy?"

"It's perfectly healthy," replied Candy, "Sometimes it's very uncomfortable for him. Though, he doesn't take it well when I kick him in the balls. But, that's part of the benefit of his being blue balled. It's a really good disciplinary measure. I allow him to masturbate on his birthday, and he can earn a monthly ejaculation, if he has more good behavior credits than demerits. He just earned himself a month without masturbation with his little outburst. In it's place, I maintain him with ruined orgasms for health reasons. He gets a release up to thirteen times - twice in his birth month."

"It's more than men deserve," interjected Shaniqua.

"I know. But, It's been a hard year for Jack," Candy said turning to see him in the corner, with his red, bruised and blistered ass on display; a sign of female authority to the women in the room, and a warning to the FLR men. The intimacy I allowed early in our marriage has ceased, and I've reduced his masturbation, so he often get's excited but doesn't get relief. Of course, I've taken lovers, men and women. He finds it difficult to share his bed with another man making love to me. I'm very expressive when laid. It's been really challenging for him. My addiction to porn is hard on him as well. I lull myself to sleep masturbating to interracial porn. I have eclectic tastes in erotica. BBC is my go to, though. By the way, Mr. Johnson, I've put my information on your sheet, and look forward to doing my part. If you have time tonight, I can start making reparations, if you don't mind sharing the bed with me and my husband."

"I am new to all this, said Shaniqua, "But, I'm looking to have a female led relationship with a white husband. I'm really interested in several aspects of FLR; cuckoldry and chastity. But the dynamic I'm pursuing is plantation slavery. I want a husband that I can beat. I also want a man who I can put into the fields to do hard labor. I've created a hard labor course in the backyard of my house, involving the continuous lifting and moving of heavy rocks. I'm waiting for the day I can have my husband singing old negro spirituals as he spends his day doing back-breaking labor. I don't want to have to purchase a husband from the slave market. My only concern with permanent chastity is about my needs being met when I don't have a lover around."

"Jack spends a great deal of time with his face between my thighs," said Candy, "When I'm really horny and no real man is around, I've kept him down there for hours. I've recently started really enjoying his face in my ass. Personal hygiene is very important to me, and I like have him keep my intimate areas pristinely clean."

"How did you decide to settle down with Jack?" asked Mona.

"I always knew I wanted to start a family. Security and shared-parenting are really important to me. I'm very family oriented," replied Candy, "I want to have a baby. Not Jack's, of course. Jack will be a good father. But realistically, I married Jack for his money."

"I thought I saw him working at McDonald's," said Shaniqua, "Isn't he a cashier? Every time I go in there, no matter what time of day or night, I see him working at McDonald's."

"Yes. His McDonald's career has spanned over three years, now. I think it is a really good fit. I see him eventually retiring from McDonald's as an entry level cashier. He has a great deal inherited money, you know. Pursuant to our prenuptial agreement, I manage his wealth, most of which will pass to me upon his death or in the unlikely event he were to attempt divorce. I made him take the job because I needed alone time, and wanted control of his whereabouts. Also, the franchise where he works has a lot of available overtime, and I can determine how much he works. He works upwards of 70 to 80 hours a week flipping burgers and asking, "Would you like fries with that?" I go in every so often for a Coca Cola, small french fries, and to socialize with the owner, Ivanna Gitov. I was able to get him the job because I am good friends with Ivanna. I know her through the gynarchy mentoring group I attend. She's a fellow female supremacist, and keeps on eye on him for me."

"I heard that he used to be a professor at Berkeley," said Ayema.

"He was. That's how we met. I was a student in his class, 'Ovular on Comparative Applied Dialectics From the Socratic Method to Marxian Dialectical Materialism in the Context Patriarchal Suppression of Menstrual Liberation: Is Castration the Only Solution?' I assume he taught the class so he could perv and creep on the co-eds. He's a creepy pervert when not under a woman's control. I was a freshwoman in the Gender and Women's Studies Department. I used to subscribe to a sex positive school of radical feminism, and would come to class inappropriately underdressed. Most people thought I was a lipstick lesbian, when in reality I just hate men. He gave me an "A" in the class, as I sailed toward a degree, even though I can't spell dialectic to this day, didn't study, rarely attended class, and failed to show up for the final. Unfortunately, I didn't graduate because one of the required courses was a lecture taught by a tenured professor who was neither male, nor a lesbian. I just couldn't get passed that class."

"So you and Jack starting dating?" asked Fonda Peters, "One of those professor, co-ed relationships?"

"Oh, goodness gracious, no. Right after his course ended he invited me to office hours, and proceeded to ask me out for coffee. Of course, right-away I filed a Title IX sexual harassment claim, accusing him of rape. He had been stare-raping me all semester. The university suspended him, quickly finding my allegation of rape was true. He was almost immediately terminated. I almost felt a pang of guilt when I realized he was just three weeks away from making tenure. But, I had to think of the threat he posed to my fellow sisters. College is supposed to be safe space; a place to confirm and reinforce appropriate progressive speech, conduct, and parameters of acceptable thought and discourse. I think this is especially true for men, who need to be detoxified and allowed expressions of masculinities based on models other than manhood or maleness."
"I so agree with you," said Fonda, "Toxic masculinity has got to be eliminated. Why can't a man be more like a woman?"

"It was all for the best," continued Candy. "Much good came out of it all. It inspired my pet name for him; Widdow Pwofessow Fwench Fwie," Candy turned to Jack, facing the corner. "He's my Widdow Pwofessow Fwench Fwie. The termination made him unemployable, having a rape notation on his employment record. The next time I saw him, he was meandering about aimlessly in the Sunrise mall. I suppose he was trying to find some purpose to go on living. I was just coming out of Victoria's Secret with a lady friend of mine. I purchased a thong, really just to get the store bag to carry about. I bumped into him, and burst out laughing when I realized who he was. He looked so pathetic. He wound himself up into a state of impotent rage. My girlfriend asked me, "Who is he?" I replied, "Nobody." His face reddened, and he stammered some incompetent insults, tripping over his own words. I was embarrassed for him, and suggested to him some better retorts. This made him angrier and his impotence more pronounced. But, he had made the mistake of wearing boxer underwear under delicately clothed short pants. My friend and I could plainly see his widdow biddy erect clitty. My girlfriend noticed and yelled out, "Oh, my God. It's so small. How cute." He about died. In an effort to keep him from having a coronary, I asked him if he'd like to get coffee sometime. He stuttered through some attempted invectives. But, his eyes couldn't move from my breasts, braless and poking through my t-shirt. Finally he submitted to the inevitable coffee date. That's when I knew he was destined for servile debasement under my loving, firm hand. The wedding was amazing. Wow! Remind me to tell you about it sometime. But, that's another story. Jack is the type of man who is not complete without a woman. She turned back to look at Jack. "Isn't that wight Widdow Pwoffesow Fwench Fwie."

Jack took a deep, stress-filled sigh and mumbled something incomprehensible into the corner. "We can't hear you," said Candy, "You know that paddle is still available. This is a female led marriage. Don't make me prove it again."

"Why chastity, though?" asked Mona, "I mean, you don't have to be intimate with him, but I think it would be easier on you if you allowed masturbation. I allow Peter to masturbate, but he's not allowed to watch porn. He's only allowed to masturbate where I can keep an eye on him. It keeps him calm, without allowing him physical intimacy. It seems it would make your marriage more manageable. Honey, tell the group about our rules regarding masturbation, dear," She said to her husband, Peter Puller.

Peter's face flashed red. "They don't want to hear about that, my love," he said. "Oh, okay. I'm not allowed behind closed doors. I'm not allowed in the bedroom unless Mona is there. I'm not allowed to have or access a computer or smartphone. I have to ask permission before I...er...uh...masturbate. I can't masturbate under the covers or in bed. And I'm only allowed to masturbate when Mona is in the room and the lights are on."

Mona turned to Peter. "Go, ahead. Pull down your pants and show us how you do it."

Peter, started shaking. He waited several uncomfortable moments before he moved. He was barely able to get to his feet, and had trouble undoing his belt and pants. He took off his pants and put them on the chair for him to sit on. He started pulling at his cock, with all eyes on him, trying to get it hard. As it grew, it was obvious that he had a nice cock. When he was fully hard, he closed his eyes and started stroking slowly. The group conversation continued.

"That is such a good regimen, Mona," said Candy, "He's got a really nice penis. The problem with Jack is that his penis is so small. I personally am of the opinion that small cocked men have no reason to live. They're a burden on society, and certainly shouldn't be allowed to mate or breed. It's a hard limit with me. It's weird, but the smaller a man's penis, the uglier it is. Can you imagine my reaction when I first saw it? A wave of disappointment washed over me. To this day I don't think that he realizes the negative consequences his shortcomings have had on me. He really hurt me. I cried myself to sleep that first night together. I had made him wait a really, really, really long before I allowed him to kiss me. I really made him earn his first night of intimacy. It wasn't too hard for me, because I have a lot of other partners. But, I think he may have been a virgin. He was so grateful after I finally gave him permission to put on condoms, one over the other, and allowed him inside me. He actually cried after cumming. But, once we were going steady, I quickly curtailed physical intimacy. Once we were married, well, you know what happens after marriage. Because his penis is so small, we decided that permanent chastity was appropriate."

"I find it interesting that you chose to stay with him, despite his obvious flaws," Mona said, "I agree with you that small cocked men have no real purpose. But, I also believe that they don't deserve to have relationships with women. They should just be ostracized into sulky celibacy. They can serve society some other way. I'm hoping that one day society can come to a place where early intervention is the norm - where boys who are medically determined to suffer from hypo-phalluscia will be required to undergo castration. I mean with the changes in the social order, significantly more women than men graduating from college and beginning to out earn men, most of them are unnecessary anyway. You really married down. You could do so much better."

"You hear that Widdow Pwoffesow Fwench Fwie?" said Candy, speaking to Jack, "Consider yourself lucky." She turned back to the group, "I hear what you're saying, Mona. In many way, I agree. But, Jack is a steadying force in my life. Before him I partied too hard, with too many hard men. Life can become unbearably stressful when you're juggling a lot of balls. I began sucking a lot of cock just because I developed a taste for semen, having swallowed so much cum. Jack is good for me. He is very supportive. After I've had a hard day of doing nothing, I can unburden myself by just dumping on him, once he finally gets off work. When I'm in a bad mood I just vent. He's really good for that. He's such a good listener. But, I realize that I took one for the team when I married him."

Ayema interjected, "Have you considered castration? That would reduce the amount of time you spend on discipline, and keep him from masturbating."

"We've discussed the possibility of castration. We have been in therapy since we started dating and right through our marriage, mostly to get Jack to accept his station in life. We see a certified counselor in matriarchal therapy. Like me, she's a female supremacist and man hater. She's actually the one who taught me how to properly administer a paddling to Jack, without holding back. Our early sessions were brutal...I mean for Jask. She's pushed hard for castration, realizing how dangerous the possibility of Jack ever breeding. And I am of the same mindset. But, the monthly therapy sessions are very hard on me, because they usually end with Jack in tears, whining and begging not to be scheduled for a preliminary examination with the castratrix."

"Definitely shop around for the best castrating bitch you can find," said Mona. "The competition for castration practitioners is intense, and you want one who will take time with you, and work with you so that you're feelings and questions are taken into consideration.

"We have already decided on the castratrix you know," replied Candy, "She's fantastic. She has a spiritual practice based on traditional, pre-Christian goddess worship. Her method of castration is ritualistic. Castration is performed as a sacrament, to cleanse the sins of man. No anesthetic, just chop 'em off. And the man's partner actually assists in the castration and does the final cut. This is part of the therapeutic process for the women attendees. Before the procedure, each lady in attendance has the opportunity to kick the patient in the balls. It's a way to have women feel empowered. And, listening to man cry out in agony as he's being neutered is cathartic for so many wounded women. Unfortunately, Jack is really shy, and easily humiliated. I think he fears the audience, as much as the ritual itself. And, I worry that without the option of kicking him in the balls, I'll have a harder time disciplining him. I just can't bring myself to pull the trigger, yet. But, it's a matter of when, not if. It's definitely going to happen, sooner than later."

Major Johnson approached the group. "Sorry to interrupt ladies. Ms. Cumming, I'm not going to be able to make it tonight. But, you're next on my dance card, and I didn't want to disappoint you. If you have a few moments now, I can take your reparations over here on the floor, next to that guy kneeling in the corner, behind the loser masturbating."

"Lovely," said Candy, "Thank you for fitting me in."

"I'm going to be fitting into you," he replied, "But, just barely."

"Be a doll," Candy said, "Would you show the group what a real man looks like between the legs."

"Of course," replied Mr. Johnson, "I've got a present for you. Why don't you come unwrap it."

Candy rose from her seat, knelt before Mr. Johnson and began to loosen his belt. "Jack, look over here. I want everybody to see what a real man looks like." People started laughing. Jack hung his head in shame. She unclasped the belt and undid Mr. Johnson's trousers. His penis fell out heavy from his underwear, as Candy pulled them down and tucked the band under his big, big balls. His cock was as long and thick as Candy's forearm. "Thank you, sweet Jesus," squealed Candy. Candy pulled Mr. Johnson's trousers and underwear down to his ankles, and had him step out of them. She pulled off each of his loafers, but left his socks on. She took Mr. Johnson's briefs, and placed it over Jack's head, with the pouch hung over his nose. She lifted Mr. Johnson's polo shirt over his head and pulled it off his arms. She approached Mr. Johnson, and pushed her breasts against him and kissed him.

Candy quickly disrobed, and Mr. Johnson pushed her to her knees. "This is going to be just a token deposit on the many, many reparations outstanding," said Mr. Johnson, "Get used to the smell of those drawers, Jackoff." The room gathered around Mr. Johnson and Candy. He lifted his balls and draped them on top of Candy's head. "Take a deep breath, and inhale my manhood." He grabbed her by the hair, and push her face into his big balls, letting his cock caress her forehead. Candy inhaled deeply for a long time. "Take my balls into your mouth." Candy licked his balls, focusing on the musky fold underneath them, before taking one in and filling her mouth. She continued to breath through her nose. "Are you on birth control?" he asked. Candy tried to answer him, but her mouth was stuffed with his big balls. She shook her head slightly, indicating that she wasn't. "You're going to have to learn to talk with your mouth full, woman" he said to her. She muffled out an answer, and signaled affirmation.

Mr. Johnson pulled back his balls, and aimed the head of his penis for her mouth. A string of gooey precum hung from its tip. Candy caught the precum in her tongue, and took it into her mouth. She took hold of his cock, and slowly stroked its shaft. She pulled back on the foreskin, and licked around the head, where a pungent scent of musk emanated. He inserted his cock into her mouth and grabbed the back of her head, pulling it toward him as his cock slowly past her teeth, slipping over her tongue, and into her throat. "You want my baby, don't you?" he said. Candy replied, "Mmmmm, hmmph."

Peter, who had been masturbating ever since his wife told him to stroke, grimaced. "Baby, I'm close," he said to Mona. Mona glanced at him and returned her attention to Mr. Johnson's manhood. Peter continued stroking. Mr. Johnson guided Candy onto her hands and knees. "Get your ass over here, Jackoff. I'm 'bout to black your wife. Slide your head under her sweet pussy, and watch me breed this bitch." Jack slowly got off his knees, and unenthusiastically got onto his back in front of his wife. He started to slowly slide himself back, past her breasts, then her navel, until his face was just past her mons pubis. His bruised and battered ass stung the entire journey over the carpet. While his nose was still draped in the pouch of Mr. Johnson underwear, he could see with one eye through a leg hole. He watched as Mr. Johnson took control of Candy's wide hips, and her plump ass, and slowly inserted his huge cock into his wife - deep, deep into his wife. The shaft kept moving forward, deeper and deeper, traveling slowly into Candy, until Mr. Johnson's huge ballsack came to rest directly over his eye. Candy let out a strained exhaled breath. Jack's cock stiffened, and his big blue balls began to ache with a dulled pain. He took hold of his own balls, massaging them, trying to soothe the pain away. Mr. Johnson began to plow Candy, moving his hips back and forth, and pulling Candy's ass into him with each forward stroke. From Jack's point of view, he saw the stretched out inner lips of Candy's vagina, tightly wrapped like a sleeve around Mr. Johnson's cock - a cock like he'd never seen before. His cock pulled and pushed Candy's lips, in and out, as Mr. Johnson's big balls swayed and bounced back and forth. The musk of Candy's vagina and that of Mr. Johnson's balls wafted down to Jack.

Candy moaned, squealing whenever the pleasure became more than she could bear. She'd had hundreds of lovers, but none as big as Major Johnson. Candy got into rhythm with Johnson, and she pushed her ass back hard with each of his forward thrusts. Her plump, round ass bounced with each thrust. This continued for several minutes as the enraptured audience gazed, spell bound. Johnson pushed Candy's shoulders down, and Jack could feel the nipples of her breasts on his legs, bouncing back and forth, and giggling from side to side. Candy screamed out, "Yes. Yes. Yessssss," just before Johnson moaned, "Fucking white whore," and let out a hard groan as he pushed deeper and harder, spilling into her. Johnson's balls swayed back and forth, coming to rest above Jack's face. Jack could see the loafs of his wife's plump ass being pushed and deformed by Johnson's pelvis, like squeezed balloons. Johnson lay his torso on Candy's back, reaching under her and grabbing ahold of her breasts. The audience cheered, whistling and clapping.

From the side came another grunt, as Peter Puller, who'd be masturbating this entire time, couldn't hold it in any more, and harmlessly ejaculated, accompanied by a quivering moan. His cum spilled out nowhere near anyone where it could infect the gene pool. Like Jack, Peter knew he was destined to sulky celibacy.

Mr. Johnson sighed, and withdrew from Candy. He lowered himself and draped his big, big balls on Jack's forehead. "You best be taking good care of my kids, Jackoff. When I ask you, 'How's your wife, and my kids,' you better be telling me that they are thriving. That better be the truth, or you'll have bigger things to worry about than a paddling or your aching blue balls. You got that Jackoff?"

Jack hesitated an agonizing moment, and replied, "I see."

"I said, you understand?" repeated Johnson.

"Yes, sir. I understand."

The group followed up with another round of applause.

"With that, ladies and gentlemen," said President Anita Seamen, "There is no better way to punctuate tonight's theme, 'Changing societal expectations and responsibilities in a time of racial, sexual, and LGBT dynamism,' than with the demonstration we just saw. It looks as if we're living in a time of changing expectations; Jack is going to have a lot of new responsibilities, and Candy is going to be experiencing a lot of black dynamism, if you know what I mean. Society is changing, and female led relationships are the wave of the future. As we've seen here tonight, female empowerment brings with it a responsibility to promote multiculturalism, and disempower those that have historically oppressed marginalized communities. I see a future of black babies and a fading white male population consigned to involuntary celibacy and faggotry. And, this is a good thing."

A loud roar of cheers and celebration erupted in the room.
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