Nancy and Her Black Lover (MF, preg, interr)
By SandyWho
Nancy is a dear friend I have never met. She is an online acquaintance who became a sister. She told me about the baby she is carrying, her black lover’s child. I cried when she told me of the love she had for another man and how he had broken their engagement when he learn of her carelessness. I shared in the joy of her decision to have her lover’s baby, and I longed for the baby I had once miscarried, my own black lover’s child. This is Nancy’s story, and perhaps my own as well.
Nancy met her fiancée at college. She was a virgin when they met but within a few weeks she was eagerly exploring her own sexuality and learning how to please him. She was madly in love and knew she was complete, a woman with a man, a man that would love her and give her children. She was devastated when she caught him cheating, her carefully structured romance and perfect future destroyed. A few months later, he pleaded with her to take him back, foolishly she did.
They became engaged but Nancy felt unfulfilled. She had only known her fiancée as a sex partner and had a secret desire to try another, or perhaps two. It wasn’t that she was a slut, she just wanted to try something reckless, dangerous, with a romantic stranger. A fantasy? Yes, enjoyable and safe since she knew she would never really go looking, but then again, if the opportunity came along… And her fantasy came true one night a few months later.
She was out with her girlfriends at a dance club. They teased her into asking the black disk jockey if she could dance with him in his booth. One thing led to another and she was still with him when the place closed. He wanted her to go an after-hours club. At first she said no, but he intimidated her with talk of her being scared to be seen with a black man, or what would her whiteboy think if she was hip hopping with the brothers at the club?
Recklessly, she left with this stranger, but they didn’t go to the club. He told her needed to go to his apartment to change. They drove in her car, smoking a joint along the way. Her head was spinning and she was laughing too loudly as they stumbled through the door of his place. He started kissing her neck and lips, his hands wandering over places she knew she should stop. But she responded, feeling his heat and the passion built from the music, alcohol and drugs. Sensing her willingness, he started tearing at her clothes, kissing her now exposed naked breasts. She tried to stop him- this was going too far, well beyond the necking and flirting with a handsome black stranger she wanted. She blamed herself for being so foolish to think she could control the situation.
He was strong and hungry for her body. He ignored her struggles and protests, carrying her to his bedroom and began stripping off his clothes. She knew she was about to be ***** but then she thought, “Why am I acting like a victim?”
She had been looking for a one-night stand and he was certainly the kind of powerful sexual animal she had fantasized about. When she saw his thick, charcoal-black manhood, she knew that this was exactly what she wanted, what she needed before spending her life as the faithful wife of an up and coming regional sales manager.
Her black stranger was a marvelous lover, bringing her to orgasm with his tongue, as he explored her body with his black hands roaming over her pale breasts and stomach. He instructed her on how he liked to have his cock sucked and she became an eager pupil, her blonde hair falling across his ripped stomach muscles.
She was hot, eager to feel him inside her, but still cautious. What did she know of this man? His hands and body were pressing to penetrate her, and she was becoming desperate to feel his cock fill her pussy. Over his kisses she asked him if he had “protection”? He didn’t but sensing her concern, he allowed her to get the condom she kept in her purse. It had been in there for months, just in case her fiancée had ever wanted to do something daring and unplanned, like making love in the park or an elevator.
Her black lover waited, his eyes enjoying her milky white body as he stroked his hard black cock. She hesitated, feeling guilty, remembering her fiancée, for the pain it would cause him if he ever found out. But in the back of her mind, she wondered if he would be as faithful to their marriage vows as she intended to be. This was going to her one-night fling, a secret moment to last a lifetime of love and devotion.
She came willingly to her lover’s bed, ready to pleasure him and be pleasured. Using her lips and the lessons he taught her, she made his cock grow even harder and demanding. He allowed her to role the condom onto his thick shaft, stretching it so thin that she thought it might tear. She mounted him, slowly, working his cock, back and forth, carefully stretching her pussy to take him in. The whole time he just watched, his dark face grinning as this white girl worked hard to fit all of his black cock, to pleasure him.
When she had finally mounted him, she began to ride his black shaft up and down, slowly at first and as her juices began to flow and lubricate, she rode harder and faster, bringing herself to a sharp quick orgasm. When her shudders subsided, he moved her on to her back and mounted her, spreading her legs wide, driving the full length of his black shaft hard and deep into her eager pussy. He fucked her, bringing her to brink of orgasm again and again, teasing until she begged for him to fuck her more.
He withdrew his cock, she gasped, begging him to fill her, to fuck her. He smiled and pulled off the condom, then sank his black cock deep into her. She cried with relief as he began to fuck her again, hard and steady. She met his every thrust, her hips pressing, lifting to take every inch of him deep within her. With a roar he exploded, pouring his cum into her as she was rocked with another orgasm.
At first she didn’t realize what had happened. The wet spot on the bed was huge from his cum and her juices. The condom was empty, discarded on the floor and with shock she suddenly remembered the joy of feeling his hot cum jetting against her womb. She was panicked and angered at his excuse that the rubber didn’t feel right. He reassured her that he didn’t have AIDS and that he was disease free. For some reason she didn’t even think about getting pregnant.
They made love again as the sun rose, this time with more play and tenderness. After a few hours sleep, she got dressed, kissed him goodbye forever, and walked out the door.
It was mid-morning when she got back to the apartment she shared with her girlfriend. She took a quick shower and dressed for church. Her fiancée picked her up and afterwards they drove to his parents’ house for Sunday dinner. She sat there in church listening to the Pastor’s sermon about marriage and ******, but she could only think of the black lover whose bed she had shared. Later, as she listened to her fiancée’s parents talk about grandchildren, she wondered if there was any chance that she was now carrying the black strangers baby.
Three weeks later she knew she had missed her period. It was not unusual for her to go five and even six weeks between periods so at first she did not panic. But soon, she knew the truth without having to take a pregnancy test. At first she refused to think that her secret night of passion resulted in the baby now growing in her, but as she studied the calendar, she knew only one man could be the father, a black man she didn’t even know.
An abortion was the only solution. But she was scared and needed to talk to someone, to be reassured that this was the right decision. She confided in her roommate. Her roommate was stunned. Her nearly-pure church going roomie was now pregnant by that black DJ she picked up at the club last month? Oh, wow! How cool to have a black baby and that fiancée was a big jerk anyway. She should forget that asshole and go find that black lover again. But together they went to the abortion counseling at the campus health service. She was frightened and scared, but sure of what she needed to do. The nurse was very understanding, comforting, and told her what choices she had including having the baby and giving it up for adoption. But there was a required waiting period and she was also required to seek counseling before making any final decision. When she asked to whom she should turn for counseling, they told her that she could use the services of the campus ministry or counseling service.
Nancy went to see the Pastor of her church. It was a terrible decision. He recoiled in horror as she described her night of betrayal with a black stranger and her decision to have an abortion. Angrily he called her a slut, a whore, a bitch in heat, a white-trash nigger-lover who would burn in hell for having an abortion. She was shattered, tears flowing as his hateful words hit her like bullets. But then his anger turned to lust and he started to attack her, to tear at her blouse and skirt. He pulled his puny white dick from his pants, attempting to force her head down to satisfy his rigid pencil.
She was terrified, then became mad, screaming and kicking him in his balls, she went running from his office. As he lay doubled over on the floor he screamed at her to never come back, that he would tell her fiancée. There were a group of ladies from the congregation setting up decorations for the Sunday service. They heard the screams and shouts of anger, and several recognized Nancy as she fled through the church disheveled and crying.
She fled to her apartment, exhausted she collapsed, crying herself to sleep. The pounding on the door woke her. It was her fiancée, she was so happy to see him, someone she loved and who loved her. She desperately needed him to hold her, to help wash away the horror of this day. He slapped her across the face, spinning her back into the apartment. He stood over her as she lay on the floor stunned, demanding his engagement ring back. She lifted her hand and he tore it from her finger, twisting it hurtfully. She cowered from his anger as he slapped her head and arms before storming off. She cried after him begging him to forgive her but he never said a word.
When her roommate returned that evening, Nancy was alone in the dark and thinking of suicide. She called Nancy’s parents begging for them to come. They had already heard some terrible and hurtful words from the fiancée and had been trying to reach her. But Nancy had taken the phone off the hook to end the threatening phone calls from the Pastor, warning her not to tell anyone of his attempt to **** her.
Nancy went home to the comfort and love of her parents. They were dismayed by her foolishness but shocked by the actions of her fiancée and Pastor. Her parents rebuilt her confidence and hopes for the future. But they lived in a small town where nice girls just do not date black men and, God forbid, do not have their babies.
The time for an easy abortion was quickly running out and Nancy returned to the college clinic. She asked about the process for putting the baby up for adoption and what she would have to do. The papers were complicated and the process was long but finally she was through them, except for one item: Who was the father and did he also agree to give up his parental rights?
She had no idea what his name was and wasn’t sure she could find her way back to his apartment. It would not have been lying if she had said she didn’t know and left that section of the forms blank. But for some reason she felt obligated to go find him and tell him of her decision. She went back to the club where they had met but he was not working there. Two clubs later, she found him. He recognized her immediately and told her how much he had missed fucking her beautiful tight white pussy. He closed down early, anxious to be with her, to make love to her.
Back at his apartment he took a quick shower and lay naked on the sofa stroking himself, watching her undress, savoring her trim white body. He told her to come suck his cock, to show him that she had not forgotten how. She had not. She worked her tongue and lips over his head and shaft until he cried out and exploded, cum shooting into her mouth, pouring from her lips.
She waited for him to recover before telling him the reason for her visit. At first he was suspicious, wondering if she was trying to get him to marry her or to give her money. She reassured him she only wanted his consent on the papers. He hesitated, told her that she was a great fuck and that he kind of liked the idea of a white bitch having his baby. He asked her what her whiteboy fiancée was going to say about her having been fucked and bred by a nigger?
She broke down and told him the story, her tears melting his heart and macho attitude. He comforted her, told her she was a wonderful woman, and deserved a better man.
She stayed the night and the next day with him. They made love several times, his black cock filling her, making her cry with pleasure and his tender kisses and touch washed away hurt and anger. When it came time for her to leave, she kissed him and told him she was grateful to him, not just for the comfort he had given her but for the baby she was now sure she wanted to bring into this world.
He was surprised at how strongly he now felt towards her, needing to protect her, to protect the woman who would bear his child. He asked her to stay, but she refused, but promised to visit him again in a few weeks. They exchanged email addresses and phone numbers.
For several weeks, he called and emailed every day. Her parents were not sure what to do. They knew this was the black boy who had gotten their ******** pregnant and wanted nothing to do with him. But at the same time, Nancy seemed to appreciate his attentiveness and opened up to him. Soon her belly grew to where she could not disguise it anymore and she moved back to the college town. Her old roommate was now living with someone else and she knew no one else.
She called her lover and he insisted that she stay with him for a week while she looked for an apartment. The week became two, then three, and then two months had passed. The whole time she shared his bed satisfying his needs. Giving him her body in return for shelter, and his affection. Sadly, there was no true love, just a relationship built around her swelling belly.
As Nancy grew near her time she no longer talked about putting her baby up for adoption. She knew that being a single mom would be hard and she could never go to home to raise her interracial child. Her lover said he wanted to be a real father to the baby but she was not sure that he would always be there for them. She enjoyed being with him, being his lover, and was content with her decision. In some ways she is grateful that a night of passion with a black stranger, a quick taste of the forbidden fruit, has saved her from a lifetime with a man she would have grown to hate.
I have not heard from Nancy in several weeks. I hope that she is doing well. By now she has her brown baby suckling at her pale breast. I often imagine myself in her place and I am content knowing that I too would have born my black lover’s child.
SandyWho@gmail.com
By SandyWho
Nancy is a dear friend I have never met. She is an online acquaintance who became a sister. She told me about the baby she is carrying, her black lover’s child. I cried when she told me of the love she had for another man and how he had broken their engagement when he learn of her carelessness. I shared in the joy of her decision to have her lover’s baby, and I longed for the baby I had once miscarried, my own black lover’s child. This is Nancy’s story, and perhaps my own as well.
Nancy met her fiancée at college. She was a virgin when they met but within a few weeks she was eagerly exploring her own sexuality and learning how to please him. She was madly in love and knew she was complete, a woman with a man, a man that would love her and give her children. She was devastated when she caught him cheating, her carefully structured romance and perfect future destroyed. A few months later, he pleaded with her to take him back, foolishly she did.
They became engaged but Nancy felt unfulfilled. She had only known her fiancée as a sex partner and had a secret desire to try another, or perhaps two. It wasn’t that she was a slut, she just wanted to try something reckless, dangerous, with a romantic stranger. A fantasy? Yes, enjoyable and safe since she knew she would never really go looking, but then again, if the opportunity came along… And her fantasy came true one night a few months later.
She was out with her girlfriends at a dance club. They teased her into asking the black disk jockey if she could dance with him in his booth. One thing led to another and she was still with him when the place closed. He wanted her to go an after-hours club. At first she said no, but he intimidated her with talk of her being scared to be seen with a black man, or what would her whiteboy think if she was hip hopping with the brothers at the club?
Recklessly, she left with this stranger, but they didn’t go to the club. He told her needed to go to his apartment to change. They drove in her car, smoking a joint along the way. Her head was spinning and she was laughing too loudly as they stumbled through the door of his place. He started kissing her neck and lips, his hands wandering over places she knew she should stop. But she responded, feeling his heat and the passion built from the music, alcohol and drugs. Sensing her willingness, he started tearing at her clothes, kissing her now exposed naked breasts. She tried to stop him- this was going too far, well beyond the necking and flirting with a handsome black stranger she wanted. She blamed herself for being so foolish to think she could control the situation.
He was strong and hungry for her body. He ignored her struggles and protests, carrying her to his bedroom and began stripping off his clothes. She knew she was about to be ***** but then she thought, “Why am I acting like a victim?”
She had been looking for a one-night stand and he was certainly the kind of powerful sexual animal she had fantasized about. When she saw his thick, charcoal-black manhood, she knew that this was exactly what she wanted, what she needed before spending her life as the faithful wife of an up and coming regional sales manager.
Her black stranger was a marvelous lover, bringing her to orgasm with his tongue, as he explored her body with his black hands roaming over her pale breasts and stomach. He instructed her on how he liked to have his cock sucked and she became an eager pupil, her blonde hair falling across his ripped stomach muscles.
She was hot, eager to feel him inside her, but still cautious. What did she know of this man? His hands and body were pressing to penetrate her, and she was becoming desperate to feel his cock fill her pussy. Over his kisses she asked him if he had “protection”? He didn’t but sensing her concern, he allowed her to get the condom she kept in her purse. It had been in there for months, just in case her fiancée had ever wanted to do something daring and unplanned, like making love in the park or an elevator.
Her black lover waited, his eyes enjoying her milky white body as he stroked his hard black cock. She hesitated, feeling guilty, remembering her fiancée, for the pain it would cause him if he ever found out. But in the back of her mind, she wondered if he would be as faithful to their marriage vows as she intended to be. This was going to her one-night fling, a secret moment to last a lifetime of love and devotion.
She came willingly to her lover’s bed, ready to pleasure him and be pleasured. Using her lips and the lessons he taught her, she made his cock grow even harder and demanding. He allowed her to role the condom onto his thick shaft, stretching it so thin that she thought it might tear. She mounted him, slowly, working his cock, back and forth, carefully stretching her pussy to take him in. The whole time he just watched, his dark face grinning as this white girl worked hard to fit all of his black cock, to pleasure him.
When she had finally mounted him, she began to ride his black shaft up and down, slowly at first and as her juices began to flow and lubricate, she rode harder and faster, bringing herself to a sharp quick orgasm. When her shudders subsided, he moved her on to her back and mounted her, spreading her legs wide, driving the full length of his black shaft hard and deep into her eager pussy. He fucked her, bringing her to brink of orgasm again and again, teasing until she begged for him to fuck her more.
He withdrew his cock, she gasped, begging him to fill her, to fuck her. He smiled and pulled off the condom, then sank his black cock deep into her. She cried with relief as he began to fuck her again, hard and steady. She met his every thrust, her hips pressing, lifting to take every inch of him deep within her. With a roar he exploded, pouring his cum into her as she was rocked with another orgasm.
At first she didn’t realize what had happened. The wet spot on the bed was huge from his cum and her juices. The condom was empty, discarded on the floor and with shock she suddenly remembered the joy of feeling his hot cum jetting against her womb. She was panicked and angered at his excuse that the rubber didn’t feel right. He reassured her that he didn’t have AIDS and that he was disease free. For some reason she didn’t even think about getting pregnant.
They made love again as the sun rose, this time with more play and tenderness. After a few hours sleep, she got dressed, kissed him goodbye forever, and walked out the door.
It was mid-morning when she got back to the apartment she shared with her girlfriend. She took a quick shower and dressed for church. Her fiancée picked her up and afterwards they drove to his parents’ house for Sunday dinner. She sat there in church listening to the Pastor’s sermon about marriage and ******, but she could only think of the black lover whose bed she had shared. Later, as she listened to her fiancée’s parents talk about grandchildren, she wondered if there was any chance that she was now carrying the black strangers baby.
Three weeks later she knew she had missed her period. It was not unusual for her to go five and even six weeks between periods so at first she did not panic. But soon, she knew the truth without having to take a pregnancy test. At first she refused to think that her secret night of passion resulted in the baby now growing in her, but as she studied the calendar, she knew only one man could be the father, a black man she didn’t even know.
An abortion was the only solution. But she was scared and needed to talk to someone, to be reassured that this was the right decision. She confided in her roommate. Her roommate was stunned. Her nearly-pure church going roomie was now pregnant by that black DJ she picked up at the club last month? Oh, wow! How cool to have a black baby and that fiancée was a big jerk anyway. She should forget that asshole and go find that black lover again. But together they went to the abortion counseling at the campus health service. She was frightened and scared, but sure of what she needed to do. The nurse was very understanding, comforting, and told her what choices she had including having the baby and giving it up for adoption. But there was a required waiting period and she was also required to seek counseling before making any final decision. When she asked to whom she should turn for counseling, they told her that she could use the services of the campus ministry or counseling service.
Nancy went to see the Pastor of her church. It was a terrible decision. He recoiled in horror as she described her night of betrayal with a black stranger and her decision to have an abortion. Angrily he called her a slut, a whore, a bitch in heat, a white-trash nigger-lover who would burn in hell for having an abortion. She was shattered, tears flowing as his hateful words hit her like bullets. But then his anger turned to lust and he started to attack her, to tear at her blouse and skirt. He pulled his puny white dick from his pants, attempting to force her head down to satisfy his rigid pencil.
She was terrified, then became mad, screaming and kicking him in his balls, she went running from his office. As he lay doubled over on the floor he screamed at her to never come back, that he would tell her fiancée. There were a group of ladies from the congregation setting up decorations for the Sunday service. They heard the screams and shouts of anger, and several recognized Nancy as she fled through the church disheveled and crying.
She fled to her apartment, exhausted she collapsed, crying herself to sleep. The pounding on the door woke her. It was her fiancée, she was so happy to see him, someone she loved and who loved her. She desperately needed him to hold her, to help wash away the horror of this day. He slapped her across the face, spinning her back into the apartment. He stood over her as she lay on the floor stunned, demanding his engagement ring back. She lifted her hand and he tore it from her finger, twisting it hurtfully. She cowered from his anger as he slapped her head and arms before storming off. She cried after him begging him to forgive her but he never said a word.
When her roommate returned that evening, Nancy was alone in the dark and thinking of suicide. She called Nancy’s parents begging for them to come. They had already heard some terrible and hurtful words from the fiancée and had been trying to reach her. But Nancy had taken the phone off the hook to end the threatening phone calls from the Pastor, warning her not to tell anyone of his attempt to **** her.
Nancy went home to the comfort and love of her parents. They were dismayed by her foolishness but shocked by the actions of her fiancée and Pastor. Her parents rebuilt her confidence and hopes for the future. But they lived in a small town where nice girls just do not date black men and, God forbid, do not have their babies.
The time for an easy abortion was quickly running out and Nancy returned to the college clinic. She asked about the process for putting the baby up for adoption and what she would have to do. The papers were complicated and the process was long but finally she was through them, except for one item: Who was the father and did he also agree to give up his parental rights?
She had no idea what his name was and wasn’t sure she could find her way back to his apartment. It would not have been lying if she had said she didn’t know and left that section of the forms blank. But for some reason she felt obligated to go find him and tell him of her decision. She went back to the club where they had met but he was not working there. Two clubs later, she found him. He recognized her immediately and told her how much he had missed fucking her beautiful tight white pussy. He closed down early, anxious to be with her, to make love to her.
Back at his apartment he took a quick shower and lay naked on the sofa stroking himself, watching her undress, savoring her trim white body. He told her to come suck his cock, to show him that she had not forgotten how. She had not. She worked her tongue and lips over his head and shaft until he cried out and exploded, cum shooting into her mouth, pouring from her lips.
She waited for him to recover before telling him the reason for her visit. At first he was suspicious, wondering if she was trying to get him to marry her or to give her money. She reassured him she only wanted his consent on the papers. He hesitated, told her that she was a great fuck and that he kind of liked the idea of a white bitch having his baby. He asked her what her whiteboy fiancée was going to say about her having been fucked and bred by a nigger?
She broke down and told him the story, her tears melting his heart and macho attitude. He comforted her, told her she was a wonderful woman, and deserved a better man.
She stayed the night and the next day with him. They made love several times, his black cock filling her, making her cry with pleasure and his tender kisses and touch washed away hurt and anger. When it came time for her to leave, she kissed him and told him she was grateful to him, not just for the comfort he had given her but for the baby she was now sure she wanted to bring into this world.
He was surprised at how strongly he now felt towards her, needing to protect her, to protect the woman who would bear his child. He asked her to stay, but she refused, but promised to visit him again in a few weeks. They exchanged email addresses and phone numbers.
For several weeks, he called and emailed every day. Her parents were not sure what to do. They knew this was the black boy who had gotten their ******** pregnant and wanted nothing to do with him. But at the same time, Nancy seemed to appreciate his attentiveness and opened up to him. Soon her belly grew to where she could not disguise it anymore and she moved back to the college town. Her old roommate was now living with someone else and she knew no one else.
She called her lover and he insisted that she stay with him for a week while she looked for an apartment. The week became two, then three, and then two months had passed. The whole time she shared his bed satisfying his needs. Giving him her body in return for shelter, and his affection. Sadly, there was no true love, just a relationship built around her swelling belly.
As Nancy grew near her time she no longer talked about putting her baby up for adoption. She knew that being a single mom would be hard and she could never go to home to raise her interracial child. Her lover said he wanted to be a real father to the baby but she was not sure that he would always be there for them. She enjoyed being with him, being his lover, and was content with her decision. In some ways she is grateful that a night of passion with a black stranger, a quick taste of the forbidden fruit, has saved her from a lifetime with a man she would have grown to hate.
I have not heard from Nancy in several weeks. I hope that she is doing well. By now she has her brown baby suckling at her pale breast. I often imagine myself in her place and I am content knowing that I too would have born my black lover’s child.
SandyWho@gmail.com
