Black father confirmed of my slut wife

It’s all been proved that she is knocked up by the negro immigrant.

Following our 1st trip out as me nervously dressed as a TV slut, I have to say I’d hoped it would be a 1 off event.
The big black had fucked all day, non stop. Where does all the nigga seed come from?
He’d squirted not just in my 2 fucked holes, but up a young 16 virgin to BBC dick, Tracy, the shop assistant. She’d been pushed into a small back room by him-last story.

I was worried now about the state of my poor cucky ass hole. It was being used and very abused. The black man as his avatar name said it all ,`Assfucker‘, was true to his internet name.
He told me he was on a mission to fuck white ass, slut ass holes, he prefers white trashy TV‘s. When I was very young I realised I liked seeing mens cocks. I’d only though seen average men and all white, at the time older than me. Eventually, the men realised I was looking at them, and allowed me to play with them. Nervous though I was at the beginning. This big black man though was something else. My hole was always gaping now and lubed with his cum. Other men had fucked me, but my hole always sort of stayed normalish.
I was naked and could see other changes. My ass cheeks were filling out, my breasts too. I think through the increase in the proper man’s hormones pumped into me.
In the mirror I confirmed how big my hole was becoming, the anal ring now torn and loose.
Spunk dripped as I checked the man pussy. It made me feel a bit proud of how I could satisfy a huge immigrant though.

It was around lunch time and for once dressed normally. The wife was out with her massive black man at the baby clinic. He’d taken my car, even without a driving license. I dare not tell him he can’t do that.
She sent me a text and I was told to get into my slut clothes. I asked why and was told to shut the fuck up. It turned out a web site they had put photos on of me being fucked at the party, had created lots of interest.
One guy had suggested we meet. We meet? It turned out she was acting as me on the messaging.
She left the tablet open on the contacts page. He was still online. His name Robert, a tall white man about 40 yo.
The cursor was flashing for me to reply. I could see she had been chatting as me and turned him on. He said he was wanking over my pics and video. I quickly read over it and decided I should end it there. But I knew I’d be in trouble with the big black stud if I went against her will.
A quick scroll back and read said that I was a proper cock slut, cum bucket and real life whore. I‘d said I’d take his white dick willingly in my holes, and he could spunk where he wanted.

Me
So, I said.
Oh, yes that’s what I like to do( the reference had been sucking his dick).

Robert
Oh princess that’s just amazing. Wait let me go on camera with you. (With that the screen flickered and the whole monitor filled with a hard penis and big pink wrinkly ball sack).
Can you see me love?

Me
Yes, I can. Woooo lovely honey (have to say he was nicely hung and pre cum glistened in his big cock slit).

I was not dressed though, so I turned my camera off. I told him I was smooth and naked.

Robert
I understand sweety. But pleeeeese, lust let me see that tiny cock cage. Pleeeeese.

Me
Ok, just that then. Here do you like what you seeing?

Robert
Oh, what you think honey, look what it do to my big dick.

He was wanking it now. The pink foreskin rolling over the wet bell end and back, to expose a big purple shiny helmet. He was grunting too.

Babe show me your cunt.

I rolled over and pushed my bubble butt in the air, then parted my buttocks.

Robert
Fuck baby….who did that to your ass hole babes? You‘ve been well destroyed. That must be some huge weapon babes? I could get my fist in that shitter of yours. Tell me babes who was it?

Me
Oh, you naughty and vulgar man( I teased and took 3 fingers from each hand and stretched my hole open even wider now). Oooops, though as I did the black studs yellow thick glue slipped out onto my broken sphincter and dripped.

Robert
Oh sheeeeeet I’m cuuuuuuuning. Oh babes, we have to meet up.

I glanced at the screen and watched a huge jet of spunk hit it. Clearly projected at me, as the very close up cream ran down the screen, the picture drifting in and out, as his baby batter slowly oozed down in thick and thin waves.

The screen went black and he had gone.
I now knew that I was on the porn market at their will to cuck me cheaply.

My message rattled in on my phone and it was Leanne. She told me to get to the baby clinic now. That was it, then click.
I went to dress as Mick and left in her car.
Around 15mins later I arrived to the small out of town baby and mother units.
She was sat holding her bump out front. She was wearing stockings I could see her lacy tops. Her skirt black leather and now not fitting her, as it stretched really tight. Her blouse did its best to contain her milk filling big breasts now, the white lace pulling at it’s stressed buttons. The titty flesh flowing over her too small bra, a huge white cleavage, full of love bites, like her neck. Big fat nipples poking through the overworked bra.
The huge black stud, daddy, sat next to her. His frame taking all of his seat and the rest.
He’d come dressed in his familiar chieftain gear. This one very Arab, a white knee length robe wrapped him, with a wide black leather belt. His huge ebony arms on display and those massive muscled tree trunk legs, bare from knees down. Of course he wore custom white flip flops, somewhat grubby now. His huge size 13 feet on show.
I sat opposite the pair and she scowled at me. He grinned with that confident row of huge white teeth on display, in his big negro mouth. He saw me looking at him, as he did he opened the big legs and his huge poker showed itself, strapped to his thigh. Knowing I was looking at the baby maker, he placed his fit arm around her and big palm onto Leanne’s baby bulge. She turned to him and put her tiny white hand on his thigh and her red painted finger nails scratched his strapped dick through the toga wrap. The big man kissed her.
Her name flashed up on the appointment screen and told her Room 9.
They had been in once, but the husband had to attend, as the normally true father to the child. I had previously been with them to clinic, and had to do a series of fertility tests, and my dick measured for size and performance. I had failed mostly. Sperm count almost nil. Erectile function scored 1, in a 1 to 10, not sure how as I did not get hard.
She told them Massala was the father of her baby and they had done tests on him this morning.
The female doctor read out his results to us…
Fertility was 10+, in fact the sperm were exceptionally powerful, huge motility and head size. Huge tails too.
Quantity of sperm and semen would more than likely lead to immeadiate pregnancy if the women was in cycle, or 2 weeks from it, as the sperm would be kept inside her. Swimming about in her womb waiting.
Erectile function was off the scale too.
Notes said 10+. Exceptional size.NOTE 15 inch. Measurements reveal the semen would be deposited directly into a female womb, the shaft extending through an excited uterus.
On the side, in a plastic sample bottle, was his cum, it had more than filled the round bottle and no attempt had been made to screw the lid onto it. It was a mix of pale yellow, straw coloured and pure white mixed in. It was very thick and lumpy and the contents were flowing over the rim of the container, running down the side of it and making a pool of spunk on the cold silver metal tray it stood on. The doctor had printed his and her name on the label, attached to the bottle. The spunk was dissolving the ink where it ran over it. During the chat, the lady doctor had lifted the bottle and it’s fertile contents to explain his potency. The cum was running onto her fingers and making them sticky. The heat of her hand making the spunk smell a deep manly musky smell. She showed it close to me and at the same time a bottle they had stored of my last sample in. Mine was just a very thin fluid, barely covering the bottom of the sample bottle. Mine and her name on the side.
As she held both in front of me, his sample dripped a slow glob from it. As if in slow motion the lumpy cum fell softly onto her leg, wrapped in black tights. It sat there, then slowly sorted itself out. The semen soaking into the nylon and the thick sperm shimmering on the black surface, staining her.
She noticed and reached for the stew cap, winding it onto the bottle slowly. The cap silently screwing down on the cum lubed thread.
She spoke again,"now lady and 2 gents. The tests clearly reveal that the true father is Mr Masssla. From what I’ve shown you today in terms of the fathers evidence. Mr Smith your samples came back as infertile, and the erectile disfunction rules you out too.
Whereas Mr Massala, as you see as outperformed our standard Caucasian testing. We are not in Africa, so don‘t have their tests for black men.
The mothers admission is she has slept with this man( pointing to the immigrant). We have taken a sample from your womb my dear(looking at Leanne) and can confirm the fathers DNA. I hope you sitting nicely. A scan. Yes, I know early, shows more than 1 baby in the womb. It’s not surprising as during your intercourse with this gentleman, the sexual arousal from his member and his very large size, will have caused you a great deal of coital stimulus. The cervix, if aroused normally dilates. But from our measurements we can see yours was penetrated, and the glans penis allowed freedom of the womb. It is an unusual case of course, but it can result in multiple of your eggs being exposed to this gentleman’s sperm, which is highly motile, powerful and large. Each fallopian tube under this very high stimulation and orgasms, becomes very accepting and receptive to the invading sperms. The quantity of sperm he impregnated means that the hostile environment your womb presents is cancelled out. Simply put your expectant eggs were bathed in his rich sperm. Normally once one egg is penetrated the rest cannot be. But you a young fertile white lady don’t have the power to stop this foreign seed. We don’t need the samples any further now.“
She threw mine in the empty bin, clanging as it hit the bottom, but put his on her desk for some reason. She also took a sneaky look at the black man, who’s dick had broken free of its holster and was hanging free over the chair.
She raised her elegant glasses and asked us all to sign forms. Basically to sign my rights away as husband, and he the legitimate father.
She told him he can now easily apply for asylum here as the proud father. He grinned and kissed the wife on the cheek.
Leanne spoke up,“erm doctor. When will we know how many kids are in me. Please?“
She replied,“well early scan suggests 2, but at this stage we think more. It may be that those 2, one right side, one left are hiding others“.
Leanna shocked asked,“oh wow. Can I carry all those kids in me. Look I’m a small lady?“
Doctor, reassured her,“yes, of course it’s going to stretch you hugely. Plenty of rest and we can give you creams for your belly as the skin tears. See if you can keep this big man off you for a while eh… haha.“ She chuckled, again looking at the huge ebony pole swinging to the floor.
Mummy and Daddy looked at each other proudly and kissed. She forgot herself and had her hand up his tunic, reaching for the baby maker, holding it tenderly.
Doctor scrolled through photos, before she switched off the monitor. Last pic was his and my dicks side by side, with the sample bottles labelled and numbered. Mine crossed through in red, now and his a big green tick.
She asked if she may take a personal photo of us 3. The big man in the middle.
We all stood. Leanna slowly got to her feet. The big negro towering over us 2. He slung one heavy bare arm over my shoulder, pulling my head into him, the other around her, big hand resting on her bumped belly.
He suggested another one. She squeaked with glee and said,“ yes please.“
He whispered to my wife and she held him close. Her belly in side shot, her stocking tops showing the lace. Titties pouting out of the top, where not milky, pale white, then black and blue from his attentions. His big black hand holding her small blonde head, almost making us vanish under it. Fingers under her chin, making her look him in the eye. Her tiny white hand by contrast had pushed up the heavy toga hem, and resting on his jet black thigh. His huge hammer on display, easily the length of her forearm and defo wider.
The excited doctor proud she had a few personal photos. I could see she was flushed with excitement, which she said was from her delight that my wife was pregnant. But I could see the big nigga excited her. She thanked us and the appointment way over. She quietly sneaked his spunk sample into her handbag.

We left in both cars and he drove off in my Porsche like a race car driver, spinning the wheels and showing off to her.
I’d been told to follow them.
He turned into a country park and they stayed in the car for a while. I waited and kept my distance, so as not to disturb them. I knew better.
30 mins later he jumped out adjusting his tunic. She slowly climbed out, resting until he helped her to her feet. She took a mirror from her Gucci handbag and redid her lipstick. I had the feeling she’d just sucked him off. I also noticed she was wearing some very high heels too. Black patent leather and strappy, her toes poking out front. He took her hand and they walked on. The path led to a small cafe. I followed at a distance. At the cafe they ordered food and she told me to pay. I was told not to sit near them, but stay close for paying for more food and drinks.
He had a few beers, she just wine. They sat laughing and she looked proud. She was rubbing her bulge and he largely ignored her. He was on his phone talking in his language.
After about 1 hour he stood and pulled her up. It was clear after the refuel the big black wanted some attention. He pulled her to him, tongued her small lipstick mouth and held her big soft ass. Releasing her they walked a short distance to a clearing, still on a now narrow path and in trees. I’d been told to buy 2 ice creams in cones. The ice cream was melting fast in the warm sun though and dripping over my pants, as I followed. He finally stopped and sat on a big park bench. With the big hands he spun her around, her ass facing him. With one tug her tiny black, lacy g-string was pulled over her stockings to her knees. It was hard to see the flimsy knickers as the blended with the black stockings. It just meant her knees were bound with the tight elastic. With one easy flick the big hard, veiny shaft was released from the dick strap and it towered into the afternoon sun, looking blacker outdoors and the helmet shining. Under his control she was positioned onto the big eager shaft. She wriggled, hands on her knees, which were pinned together and looking at her legs thoughtfully. He held the weapon in a big hand and helped onto it. The huge bell end found its target and knew his way home, into familiar fucked white flesh. She sank slowly. His big hands on her belly full of young growing negros. Her arms relaxed and by her side as she sunk deeper to his big full balls. The big man bucked and she had landed balls deep. She squeaked out a small orgasm as she landed, then her tongue came out and hers eyes rolled. The invader‘s legs either side of her pretty nylon clad legs, his feet planted firmly to power his dick up and down into her, as he wished.
A group of people’s walked past them. He momentarily paused the fuck fest as they did. She though gave the sordid game away as she was limp and not able to sit without him holding her secretly impaled on his 15 inch pole. I was stood there too with 2 dripping ice cones.
The brief pause had made him more eager to fuck her bug cunt even harder now. With one big strong sweep he cradled her legs and lifted them high. The pointy heeled shoes stabbing the air. Her milky white thighs flashing in all the blackness of her stockings, shirt and his ebony body. The huge shaft looking line she had a pipeline into her cunt. A cunt with its thin lips stretched to her limits by this giant phallus. Her clit, swollen and glowing pink in the sunshine. The overworked pussy spitting out her own love juice lube to help work the big black piston fire it’s load. He pulled those big white thighs like pulling a beer machine handle, her wide fleshy ass either side of the big dick. Another group of people walked close. He put her down for a minute, as she went, her knickers were snapped and her legs pushed either side of his thick thighs. The strangers looked onto the scene. She like a limp rag doll glued and pinned to her lover. The weight of her small frame resting on his huge buried shaft made him grunt as she landed. Clearly her soft cunt tissue getting the better on the black pipe, and pulling out a fresh supply of nigga nut. Regardless of the nosey onlookers he pissed a hot jet of sperm into her grasping cunt.
”Ghaaah, foooook,“ he let out. His eyes rolling.
Her legs not on the ground wobbling those elegant spikes. She do her best tugging at the leather skirt front to hide her impaled cunt. Her belly though had different ideas, holding the leather up high.
A second jet launched now. This one more expected as he played with the pleasure of it. Finding the favourite place in her, he let it fly with a long, ”woooooo ahhhhh mmmmmmm foooooook“. Each jet making him verbalise differently.
One of the passers by. A small young blonde guy said,”erm what’s going on? Who are they?Is he fucking her? Can I watch like you?“
I said nothing.
The chieftain opened his legs and flicked up her skirt. The shiny leather popped up over her swollen belly. The big hanging black ball sack, swinging low came into view of us both.
Spunk overfilling her dripped to the leafy floor in globs and string. It was heavy as hit the dried leaves and they rustled. The lad had pulled back into the shadows and was wanking quickly. A tiny cock, but well stiff. He soon shot his load into the grass.
I offered him a very doggy wet ice cream. He asked did I know the fucking pair. I told she was my Mrs. He looked astonished and motioned a round belly, pointing to the negro man. I nodded yes.
The couple ended the fucking happy and wandered back slowly.
The young guy excited was on his knees looking at the spunk under the bench. I left him to have fun with it. Nearby various colours of condoms full and hanging in trees.