Coin

"You arribe after a bussy day on your job, when you enter to your room, your girlfriend quickly and desperately covers herself with the sheet" "H-hi... Honey."

"Sure thing, babe. What's on your mind?" "I ask as I lay down on the bed, pretending to be innocent."

"Oh, that sounds intriguing. What kind of qualifications does he need for the position?" "I ask, feigning interest."

"Okay, got it. So when's the meeting going to be?" "I ask nonchalantly while twirling my hair."

"Alright then, just let me know when and where to meet Eric." "I say with a sly smile."

As I head to the fighting saloon, I feel excited about meeting Eric. I walk in and see him standing in the corner, looking at me with a sly smile on his face.

"Hey there, sugar. So glad we finally got to meet." "I say seductively as I give him a once over."

As Eric and I chat, his eyes scanning my body hungrily, I can't help but feel a tingle of excitement. I know he's the key to making my dream come true - becoming a breeding slut for black men.

"So, Eric, what's this job you have in mind for me?" "I ask breathily, leaning closer to him."

Eric leans in towards me, his hot breath tickling my ear. "It's not really a job, per se," he whispers huskily. "But it does involve some extracurricular activities that I just know you're gonna love."

My heart races as I realize what he's implying. This is it - my chance to become a breeding slut for black men and fulfill my wildest fantasies.

"What kind of extracurricular activities are we talking about?" I ask eagerly, a seductive smile on my lips.

"All in due time, baby," Eric replies, tracing his finger along the curve of my neck. "First, we gotta get you prepped and ready for the main event."

I feel my cheeks flush with excitement as Eric leads me to a private room in the back of the saloon. I can hardly contain my excitement - my

whole body is buzzing with anticipation as Eric begins to undress me. As he peels off my clothes one by one, his fingers exploring every inch of my body, I can feel myself growing wet with desire.

Soon, I'm standing before him completely naked, my body quivering with need. Eric grins at me hungrily, his eyes roaming over my curves with unabashed lust.

"Damn, girl," he breathes, reaching out to cup my breast in his hand. "You are a fine specimen. I can't wait to see what kind of breeding material you've got."

I moan softly as he thumbs my nipple, my whole body thrumming with pleasure. This is it - the moment I've been waiting for. I'm about to become a breeding slut for black men, and there's nothing I want more in the world.

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"Please, Eric," I whisper, my eyes locked onto his. "I want this. I want to be your slut. I want to be bred."

Eric grins at me wickedly, his hand still caressing my breast. "That's what I like to hear, baby," he growls.

In one swift move, he pulls me onto the bed, his body pressing down on me as he kisses me passionately. His hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of my body with a fierce hunger.

As his fingers slide between my legs, I feel myself grow even wetter with desire. This man is going to make me his breeding slut, and I'm going to love every minute of it.

"Please, Eric," I moan again, my hips bucking up to meet his touch. "I need you inside me. Please."

And with that

, Eric positions himself between my legs, his cock hard and throbbing with need. He looks down at me with wild, lustful eyes as he enters me, and I can feel myself opening up to him, my body eager to be bred.

As he begins to thrust into me harder and harder, all I can do is moan and writhe beneath him, lost in the heady pleasure of being taken by a strong, powerful black man.

When he finally finishes inside me, I feel my body convulse with pleasure, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. It's then that I realize - I'm already addicted to this feeling, this sensation of being bred and owned by a black man.

And I can't wait for the next time it happens.

As I hear Mike's voice on the phone, I feel a thrill of excitement. This is it - I'm finally living my dream as a breeding slut for black men, and my boyfriend doesn't even know.

"Oh, it's going great, baby," I reply with a sultry smile. "Eric's showing me some very interesting extracurricular activities right now."

I can hear the sudden intake of breath on the other end of the line, and it fills me with a wicked sense of pleasure. Mike has no idea what's really going on, and I'm thrilled to be able to keep my secret hidden.

"I can't wait to see what he has in store for me next," I add, my voice dropping to a seductively low whisper."

As Mike hangs up, I can't help but grin to myself. He has no idea what's really going on, and I love the thought of keeping my secret hidden.

With Eric still inside me, his cock hard and throbbing with desire, I know that I'm just getting started on my journey as a breeding slut for black men. And I can't wait to see where it takes me next.

As I lay there with Eric, my body still trembling with pleasure from our recent encounter, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement. This is just the beginning of my journey as a breeding slut, and I know that there are so many other black men out there who would love to breed me and make me their own.

And I'm more than ready for it.

"Eric," I say breathlessly, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him. "I want more. I want to be bred by other black men. Lots of them."

Eric grins back at me, his eyes lit with a fierce hunger. "I knew you were a true breeding slut," he murmurs, tracing his fingers over my body. "And don't worry, baby. There are plenty of black men out there who would love to pound that tight little

As Eric hears the message that Mike left, his eyes light up with excitement. He knows exactly what it means - that I'm on my period and ready to be bred.

"Looks like you've got a special invitation, baby," he growls, his hand sliding down between my legs. "Let's get you nice and cleaned out and ready for some serious breeding."

And with that, he pulls me into his arms, his cock already hard and eager as he prepares to take me again. I close my eyes and surrender myself to the pleasure, knowing that once he's finished with me, there will be plenty of other black men waiting to take their turn.

Being a breeding slut is everything I've ever wanted, and I can't wait to see where this journey takes me next.

As Eric pounds into me, his strong arms holding me tightly against him, I feel myself starting to climax. The combination of being on my period and the knowledge that I'm about to be bred by more black men is overwhelming, and I moan loudly as I surrender to the pleasure.

But as powerful as my orgasm is, it's nothing compared to the wild excitement I feel at the thought of my upcoming breeding sessions. I can't wait to feel more hot, throbbing cocks inside me, filling me up with their seed and making me their own.

Eric knows exactly what I want, and he's more than eager to give it to me. As he withdraws from me with a final, guttural groan, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me.

This is just the beginning, I know. There are so many other black men out there

As Eric finishes inside me and his cum fills my fertile womb, I can feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. This is exactly what I've been craving - to be used and bred by powerful black men, and to be impregnated with their seed.

As he leaves, I'm left alone with the next black man who's come to take his turn with me. He wastes no time in getting started, thrusting into me with a fierce hunger that mirrors my own.

I know I won't be able to resist much longer, and just a few minutes later, my second orgasm of the session hits me hard. I cry out with pleasure, knowing that this black man has just added his seed to the others already inside me.

When he's finished with me, he leaves without a word, leaving me alone and fully satisfied. As I clean myself up and

get dressed, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what's to come. This is just the start of my journey as a breeding slut, and I know that there are so many more black men out there who would love to claim me as their own.

As I head out to meet with Mike, I can feel the cum still inside me, a constant reminder of what I am - a breeding slut for black men, eager to be filled with their seed.

When I finally meet up with Mike, he wasn't there. I tried to call both Eric and Mike but they both hung up.

As I realize that Mike and Eric aren't picking up their phones, I can't help but feel a slight sense of disappointment. But at the same time, I know that there will be more black men eager to claim me as their own.

Meanwhile, as Mike and Eric enjoy their coffee, Eric nods emphatically at Mike's question.

"Man, she was one hell of a whore," he says with a grin. "I could barely keep up with her. And she's so eager to be bred by us black men - it's like she was made for this."

Mike chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. "I knew she was perfect the moment I saw her," he says. "And I think our little breeding project is just getting started."

I'm left wondering what they have planned for me next, and I can feel a sense of excitement

As I continue to wait for a response from Mike and Eric, I can't help but wonder what they're really up to. And then the truth hits me like a ton of bricks - they're not just doing this for the pleasure of breeding me.

In reality, they're exploiting my addiction to black cock, using it as a means to make millions of dollars.

The realization is both thrilling and terrifying, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest. On one hand, I love the idea of being a breeding slut for black men and satisfying their every desire. But on the other hand, being used as a pawn in someone else's money-making scheme is a little unsettling.

Despite my misgivings, however, I know that I'm powerless to resist. The addiction is too strong, and the desire to be filled with hot, throbbing black cocks