We reached the room, though it wasn’t located where I had imagined it would be and it had no identifying signs. I was somewhat puzzled, how mothers could take advantage of such a facility if it didn’t advertise its whereabouts? To add to the mystery, my fellow black-baby-mama had to poke a code into a keypad on the door to enter, I heard a click, she pushed the door open and we went through into the ‘secret’ room.
We settled in a corner. There were excellent facilities for us, comfy chairs, nappies, changing mats, powders, wipes and a kettle, some coffee and tea and some biscuits. I was impressed, as a mother of a young baby it can be difficult going to a place knowing you have to feed or change his nappy, or even just settle down with him for half an hour or so and therefore to my eyes this was an oasis, albeit a hidden one.
Rachel bent over to take her Dequan out of his buggy, and as I was sat behind her I received a liberal and delightful view of Rachel’s rear; she had long slim creamy white legs wearing lace top nude hold ups and her white casual mini dress proved to be shorter than I assumed as I was invited not only to delight in her lovely legs but also a peek of her tight delectable ass which was scantily covered by pretty white lace panties. I wondered how often she was mounted by Leroy; once he had been in her I could not imagine him discarding her. Often I had wished he or any of the others had returned to try me out again. Yes I know he raped me, but he gave me a glorious fucking and I passionately craved him. More than once I had knelt on my bed, pulled my nightie right up and thrust my bare ass in the air and spread my thighs, inviting Leroy, Mike or any particular black guy I had seen that day to help himself, but they never did-they were never there, just me and Rashan and it would be some years before he would be able to practice on his white mummy.
Rachel held Dequan and I held Rashan, we uncovered our ample breasts and offered our distended nipples to our babies.
I loved having my baby’s mouth at my nipple, I loved looking into his deep brown eyes as he fed from me, I loved the way his miniature brown hands rested on my white breast and I loved the sensation of the milk in his mouth before he swallowed it. Every time I held Rashan to feed him, my nipples grew and my pussy was drenched in surrender to his daddy. Having my own black baby take my whole areola and my teat in his mouth was absolute bliss. I adored my role as a subservient white woman feeding, serving and raising a child for the black race; each time I saw a black person notice Rashan and took pleasure in this white woman raising a black child, I was ecstatic, and as soon as was proper, my fingers made acquaintance with my aroused, sopping vagina. A change in underwear was necessary after every feed and after every encounter with a black man or woman.
I longed to stare at Dequan on Rachel’s breast; I ached to watch him suckle at her but I looked away. I had to control my ardour for black supremacy over white when my baby and I weren’t alone.
It was then I noticed that the posters on the walls were exclusively of black babies; some with black mothers and some with white, but all were black babies. I pondered the reason for this when Rachel awoke me from my thoughts.
‘Leroy apologises for raping you, but you have to understand why they had you and also why he has me.’
Despite the beautiful chocolate colored baby’s mouth fastened to her creamy white lactating breast, it was Rachel’s eyes I stared at. She said that Leroy wished to apologise! He thought of me! Why had they sought to breed me? My next thought was that of him mounting her and me, nightie pulled up, ass displayed in obedience, anxiously hoping to be his next.
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