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Just some Vanilla Black Bull Breeding By BlackingPacking
Just some Vanilla Black Bull Breeding 
By BlackingPacking 
Submitted: January 1, 2020 Updated: January 1, 2020 
You and your wife have a fertility problem. And she has a solution. 
What are you gonna do about it? 
Contains: Interracial BBC, Cuckolding/NTR, impregnation 
Provided by Hentai Foundry. 
Chapter 1 - Her proposal 2 
Chapter 2 - Their texts 5 
1 - Her proposal 
You and your wife had to have a talk 
That’s what she told you, at least, when you woke up, before you both went to work. Thankfully, she was easy to talk to. She had a silky, adult voice that was always accompanied with a smile. And boy did her smile make it easy to look at her. She had perfect lips, neither too thick or too thin, that were always prettily pink. Her smile covered her bottom teeth, so her big upper pearly whites were visible, while her mouth as a whole made her entire face sparkle happily. Her eyes, most adorably, didn’t become squinty when she smiled either. Her bright blue-green eyes were always round and bright, and remained just as doll like even when the bottoms were pushed up with her smile. 
You thought about it all day during work, but that was normal. With her long, smooth, subtly curvy legs and perky pair of jiggly tits, not to mention her lithe arms, neck, and belly, you usually spent days thinking about her. You’d been married for 2 whole years, and were both almost 30 now, and you still had these thoughts. She said it was adorable how you thought about her. She never mentioned how she was out of your league. 
When you got to your quaint little suburban one-story, she jumped off the couch and hopped over to you to greet you with a big, sloppy kiss, kicking up one bare foot like she did every day. What an adorable little kitten. 
Today was slightly different though, and you just couldn’t place it. Her smile was a bit wider, and her hops were a bit bouncier. Her heart was beating faster. Still, she spoke just as titillatingly as always. 
“Lemme get into something more comfortable, hun. I’ve got a really good idea for you!” 
You agreed, playfully picking her up and bridal carrying her into your bedroom. She giggled at your playfulness, making you both feel younger. You couldn’t wait to hear her idea, and she seemed like she couldn’t either. When you put her down, she almost fell over she was so excited to get into the closet. 
God, she was too cute. 
You took off your coat and belt, laying them over the chair, before sitting down on the bed. Not long after, your wide-eyed wife bunny hopped from the closet with her sexiest tan lacy nightgown. Hyper, she hopped onto the springy bed with a laugh before poking you on the nose. Under the lace, you could see how she wore nothing but a lavender pair of lingerie panties. The mid size ovals of her tits hung free under her gown. 
Your dick was already getting hard. 
“Alright honey,” she said, lounging right next to you on the bed. She tossed a pillow onto the ground. That amber-brown hair of her spread out over the comforter while she nibbled on her finger. Yeah. The one with her wedding ring. “So, this might be a hard conversation for us. Well, for you. But, it’s 
important, right? We have to tell each other things.” 
You tell her you agree, that you think you should be totally open about everything, and all that. 
“Oh good. God, you’re the best. Alright,” she shifted her weight nervously, “So, you know how we’ve been married for like 2 years. Shit, close to 3 now! And whenever we go meet my family or your family or whatever,” she sighed, “they’re always like ‘you’re so happy! You’re so perfect! You need to start a family! When are you gonna have kids!” she waved her hand. 
You nod along, noting you two’s troubles with having the kids she wanted so badly. 
“So yeah. I wanna talk about kids. Fertility and all that. Now I know we went to the clinics recently, and both of us technically can have kids, but it still isn’t working out. And you know I really want babies, and I know we’ve been talking about adoption, but I don’t want that. I want us to get pregnant, you know?” 
You keep agreeing with her, keep encouraging her. 
“So, uhm,” she looked at the ceiling with a nervous laugh, “I talked about this with my aunt. You know, my mom’s younger sister? And she actually had a solution. You know what she did, right?” Your wife blushed a little. 
You were confused. You thought her aunt adopted her kids. 
“You don’t know? Oh, alright. Well, they, uh, don’t like to advertise, but what they did is supposed to really work! And I looked it up online, and a lot of people do it, and the couples are all really happy with it. It’s a little out there, but they say it’s being normalized, so it can’t be bad, right?” 
You tell her you’re willing to do it. 
“Alright- it’s really exciting! So, um, what it all is. Well,” she bit her lip with a closed-lip smile, “So, to get me pregnant, what I’d do is fuck a black guy.” 
She blinks, nervous, but you don’t disapprove. “You’re good with that, right? Like, it’s why tons of white girls today are getting together with more black guys. Trust me, it’s a really good idea. Black guys are found to be more fertile than, you know, white guys like you. And they’re um... Like, not to hurt your feelings, but they’re almost always bigger. You’ve heard that, right? How their dicks are way bigger. The whole BBC thing? And apparently, since they’re so much bigger, they make the girls orgasm more, which makes them suck their cum deeper into their wombs, making them more likely to get pregnant!” 
“And...” she kept going. She had clearly researched this. “Yeah. I’m going to fuck a black guy.” 
What the hell... your wife? Just said she wanted to get Blacked? 
“With your permission, of course!” she added, “But... if you wanna ask my opinion, like, I’d really love to,” she pinched her legs together, put her hands between her thighs and rolled a little, “The idea of a big, black cock getting all up in my insides gets me soooo wet,” she licked her lips, “No offense though! Like, you’re white of course yours is gonna be, like, y’know...” she pinched her fingers, showing you 
about the size of your meager dick, “I mean, it works. It’s a perfectly fine dick, but, just, a little, a little paltry, sorta small. It’s not like you or any white guys can help it! So please don’t blame yourself. I mean, your things made me cum before, but it doesn’t like, fill me up the way I wanna be filled.I just want something bigger, y’know." 
You did know. And you knew what you had to do. You felt ashamed, but your little cock was rock hard for your wife. 
You told her you’d let a black bull knock her up. 
“Really, babe? Omygod, thank you!” she smiled catily, bouncing the bed happily as she leaned over to kiss you. All you could think of is how those lips of your wife would soon be wrapped around a big black cock. Or a even kissing the man who’d get her pregnant. Whose baby you would raise. “Mmm, honey,” your wife said, feeling your stiffy. "Did you get turned on, thinking about me being bred by a black mans huuuuge cock?" 
You couldn't lie to her 
She giggled more as she stradled you. She lifted up her gown to show her wet panties as she rubbed them against you. "Wanna fuck me, babe? I'm fine if you knock me up, but I still wanna get railed by a black guy. Either way, you'd better fuck me while I can still feel you, hubby dearest." 
You two fucked. It was sweet, cute sex. Nothing like what some black man would do to her. 
After that, you ate dinner together. The subject of the conversation was what black man you wanted to breed her. 
This is where you come in- what kind of black guy would YOU want for your wife? Where would you want him to fuck her? What role would you play? 
Tell me here, or on any threads I'm in, or on discord, and soon I'll see what you want and then you get to see how your wife gets black bred! 
2 - Their texts 
A few nights later, while your wife was watching something on her friend’s Netflix account, you stole her phone away and looked at her texts. It was then you found out she had a tinder, which both aroused and humiliated you. You just wanted to stalk her phone, but you had to sneak into your bedroom and drop your pants to do so. 
With your needle length dick in your small fist, you read through her Tinder matches and messages. Her profile said ‘black guys only please!’ followed by a spade emoji. She had explained to you the other day what that meant. She tried not to laugh the entire time. 
As it turns out, she hadn’t gone on a single date with any of her tinder matches, all hot black guys. One was even 18! She had ghosted most of them, it looked like. Never gave out her phone number, and had even texted a few ‘sorry, I can’t do this.’ She was trying to be loyal, despite her love for BBC. God, you loved her. 
All those Tinder messages were old though. It looks like all her new texts where front and center on her messaging app. 
Your wife was the type of person who never made contact photos for her contacts on her phone. But now you could see three or for pictures of different muscular black men, all texting her. 
The most recent was a couple hours ago. While you were at work. She’d texted him back and forth and sent plenty of pictures. You looked at the name. 
Malik. You’d found him on Facebook, it turns out he was one of your wife’s coworkers’s exes. They ended on good terms, and so her friend recommended him as a black ‘breeder bull’, as she said. You’d never met him, but you trusted your wife’s friends, so you were happy with her choice. 
Your wife sure seemed happy with him. They texted a ton. You scrolled up to this morning’s chat, past some nude selfies from both of them, and read. 
>Hey babe how was ur night? 
<Great! Had a fun time with hubby 
>Lol >Did u fuck him? 
<yeah, and talked all about BBC, he’s really into it. I’ll talk to him about scheduling our get together tonight 
>lmao, how was that tiny white cock? 
<don’t be meannnn ?? he can’t help it 
>can’t help being white or can’t help having a clit dick? 
<what’s the difference ? 
>damn right bitch >you need somma this 
Attached was a live picture of his ungodly black meat. Based on your meager member, cocks like this shouldn’t exist. The ones in porn were all rubber or bloated or pumped up, right? But this made you do a double take at its double length. (Maybe triple? Don’t kid yourself. That monster was at least quadruple your size) It was dark, rich chocolate black and veiny, shining in the light of the flash and looking like it could make your wife cum like a pornstar and crush your dick in a single blow. 
You sometimes called your little package ‘your manhood,’ but this thing made you feel unworthy to refer to yourself like that. It was a real man’s cock. The next picture was it in his hands. His hands looked huge, since he had a watch that barely fit around his wrist, and even with two hands around his cock ? was still uncovered. The next was from between his legs. His cock was pointing straight to the sky but his weighty balls hung low. They totally covered his asshole. Your balls weren’t half that big and hefty, and they certainly didn't hang like that. 
<ahh fuck ?? that’s the best dick I’ve ever seen 
>how many have u seen? 
<why’s that matter? 
>just wondering lol >I know that’s not too impressive if all uv seen is ur hubby’s white clitty lmaoo 
<stoppp I told you to not be mean to him!! I already feel bad enough 
>why? He said he wanted you to get knocked up by a black guy 
<i know but still I don’t WANNA cheat on him we just want a baby, besides he probably already feels bad for not being able to get me pregnant 
>well it ain’t cheating if he knows about it 
<true. Still, I just wanna be happy with him 
>won’t he be happy if you both cum to me then? 
<yeah, but I’m not with him now 
Your eyes widened as you saw the picture your wife sent him. It was her, right on your bed, totally naked 
with legs spread wide. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smudged, and her eyes wide and crying. Her mouth was limply open with drooling lips. Inside her soaking pussy was her entire fist. 
>holy shit >??? 
<I usually wait till we’re in bed but I just can’t help it. I called in sick for work and I’ve been fucking myself to black guys all day 
>porn or over text? 
He sent a video of him jerking his huge Dick off. You could see his shredded abs and the huge throbs of his cockhead. 
<guys I’ve texted. I don’t watch porn, since I only like the really professional stuff, and we don’t have enough money to pay 
>why don’t you make him 
<? because I’m not a bitch? 
>you’re a total bbc slut though 
<I know... 
She sent a video of herself crying as she fisted herself. 
>hurts? 
<lke a mothfcurker 
She typed like she wasn’t even looking at the screen, which she probably wasn’t 
>to hubby’s white dick or my big black cock 
<uknwo the asnawer aaahole 
>just wanna be sure you’re mine babe 
<not urs < u just gunna knock <me up 
>maybe I should fight your hubby to see who gets you 
<pls dpnt <u kno he’l llose 
<I wnt him to havr me 
That nearly made you cum. Your loving wife admitting that the hot black guy she was texting could easily beat you up. But she admitted she still wanted to be with you! She didn’t want to cheat. She just wanted a big, strong, baby. And this affirmed the best way to assure that was for him to be black. 
>aight babe, but he better not stop me from fuckin u 
<I won’t let im lmaoooo 
>good >:) 
He sent a picture of his naked, muscular body in the mirror. His cock hung down to his knees. 
<sjdjdkfjd cummijbgfgg 
She sent a video of herself, right where you sat stroking yourself. She pulled her fist out of her pussy and let her hips involuntarily thrust, her cunt clench, and her hole squirt. She dropped the camera, squirting right over it. As she picked it up to end the video, she laughed. 
You didn’t even bother reading the texts after that. You just crawled over the bed and put your hand on the damp cover. She didn’t even clean up after she came. You leaned your head down to smell it. It was a stronger smell than you were used to. Probably because you rarely made her cum. 
But you just couldn’t help yourself but to bend over and lick the damp fabric. It tasted sweet. You’d never put much effort into really eating your wife out. Maybe if you did that she wouldn’t be turning to a black man for pleasure... 
You shook your head. She’s doing it to get a baby- because they’re more fertile. That’s all. Not more pleasing. That’s why she made it very clear to him that she still wanted to have you. Besides, she loves you. It’s not like rabbits are the best animal because they have high fertility, right? 
Then again, she also said she didn’t just want a baby, but a big and strong one. A black one. But- you could be as big or strong as any black guy, right? In theory. Then again... they did all seem bigger and stronger, just as a rule. They were tall. Well-built, even when not buff. They had a manly smell and huge hands. They were better at pretty much every sport you watched. Was she watching sports right now? 
You nervously came in your hand. Sticky cum got between your fingers, making your cock all grimy as the weak load dried. You hobbled to the bathroom to wash it all off with cold water. The cold made your cock shrink even more. 
As you walked back into the bedroom, your flaccid penis was at most an inch out of your crotch, with your balls a tight little sack without much impressive definition. You were horrifically embarrassed when you saw your fully clothed wife in there too. 
“Oh!” she giggled, prudishly putting her hand over her mouth as she looked at your less than perfect package, “I was just looking for my phone! Did you take it in here?” she teased. 
You said you did. 
“Oh- uh-” her big blue eyes looked worried, “did you look at it?” 
You told the truth like an obedient little hubby. 
“With the guy you picked out with me? How saw how much I like him, right? I’m sorry for not telling you about how my day went honestly.” 
You forgave her instantly. She still loved you, so what did it matter if she prefers a huge hung black stud to your underperforming little white thing. In your head you called it a peepee. That was a good word for it.“Thank you, baby,” she walked up to you and hug you, “Please don’t stop loving me.” 
You told her you never would. If she never touched even one of your four little inches ever again and humiliated you infront of everyone you knew with her black lovers and mixed babies you’d still love her, you thought. 
“I love you so much,” then she looked at you and smiled, “and I really wanna get blacked. Like, ASAP. I can’t wait. Did you see how fucking huge he was?” she giggled giddily. 
You agreed as your little penis got just a little bigger against her jeans. 
“Aww, I can see you like that down there,” she cooed. She bent over to be face to face with it, “how’s my favorite little dickie?” she patted it with one finger all lovey dovey, “aww, so cute! Are you excited to see me blacked, are you little guy?” she kissed the tip of it and stood up. 
You told her that, even though you just came, you were already close again. 
“Oh!” she apologized, “Sorry, didn’t mean to. I’ll suck you off if you want me to, babe.” 
What would a good white cuckold hubby do? 
You told her no. First, you wanted to schedule a meeting with Malik. 
“Ooh- I like the way you think babe!” she kissed you deeply as she cupped your pale balls, “C’mon, go get your phone, if we’re lucky I’ll have his black dick in me by Saturday!” 
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