“I have an idea,” it was Bruce who spoke while he sat at a table with my adoptive parents. Next to him, Dawn purred as she watched the people who had raised me as their own while she had spent her time crafting a career in porn.

“And what’s that?” my father replied.

“Well…” Bruce paused for a moment as I watched him. I wondered why I had been invited to their dinner party which was intended to end with all four of them fucking.

Continuing his train of thought, my birth mother’s husband explained his idea. “How about a humiliation video involving you and Emily?”

“You want me to have sex with Emily?”

“No, I was thinking you take her shopping for some sexy clothes while you interrogate her about what she has been getting up to. Then she tries to find some guys to fuck her in front of you.”

My father paused for a moment as he considered the suggestion, his eyes glancing at me. “I dunno,” he said.

“We can do that,” I said interrupting the conversation.

“Really?” it was my adoptive mother who spoke, “you are happy to be exposed in that way?”

“Yes, if you want Dad, we’ll do it without videos first to test whether you can cope?”

“Umm,” my father replied, his mind racing as it filled with thoughts of what this all meant. “You want me to watch my daughter act like a nasty slut for the world to see?”

“You watch your wife get fucked all the time,” I replied.

“Yes, but I raised you as my own.”

“Well, you won’t have to watch, you can just play the humiliated father as you watch guys chat me up before taking me off to be fucked. In fact, it might be better if you were listening outside the room.”

“I think it would be great fun,” it was my adoptive mother who spoke, and as she did so I realised just how much she was drooling over Bruce.

“Anything to get the cock that you want,” I said under my breath.

“Probably darling,” my adoptive other spoke loudly, making it clear that she had heard what I had said.

“What was that?” Dawn asked from the far side of the table where she had been out of ear shot.

“My mother is agreeing to your husband’s idea, mainly because she wants your husband to fuck her.”

“Ahh,” Dawn replied, “well it is a very nice cock.” As she spoke, she leaned in towards Bruce and placed a hand into his lap so she could stroke him through his trousers.

“So, we will do it then?”

“Fine,” my father replied, his face looking almost crestfallen as he did so.

“Good, tomorrow then,” I said and rising from my seat I headed for the door as I had no desire to see Bruce fucking my adoptive mother.

The following morning, I showered and dressed in a strappy red dress the hem of which flared at mini skirt length before pulling on a pair of knee-high boots. Heading downstairs I found my father waiting for me with Joy. He had a hand on her ass, and he enjoyed her flirty attitude to life. “Joy is here to film it,” he said with a smile, “afterwards I might see if she wants to try my cock.”

“Well, I don’t believe she is black cock only like me, so you never know.”

“Good,” my father said with a smile as his fingers continued to brush across her bubble butt.

“Bruce has given me a list of ideas to work with,” Joy said as she inspected the lens of her camera, “he wants it to really play on the humiliation kink.”

“Humiliation for him or for me?” I asked as she met my gaze. Winking, I could not help but break into a grin as my mind raced through how wrong my plans for the day felt.

“Him,” Joy said without breaking a beat as she carried on with her work, seemingly oblivious to my father’s wandering hands.

“I think there is naturally a bit of humiliation in it for me as well, after all my father is going to discover all of my naughtiest things.”

“All I am interested in is, who is the bigger slag, my wife, or my daughter?” My father laughed at the comment, seemingly finding himself funny even if the rest of us did not.

“I would have thought Mum is,” I said in a deadpan voice, “but I am doing my best to catch up.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t bet on that,” my father replied as he slipped his hand under the hem of Joy’s skirt. “Yes, I am sure she has taken more cock, but then she is a lot older, but all of her dates have been preplanned things. My understanding is that you will pick up pretty much any black guy in the street?”

Joy moaned slightly and I broke away from my father’s gaze to look down at her crotch. She was openly squirming, and I realised that my father must have slipped at least one finger inside her. “Stop,” Joy said, reaching out towards him so that she could push away the hand that was groping her.

“What?” my father asked trying to play all innocent, “do you not want to have some fun?”

“Yes, but right now I need to concentrate on the planned video.”

My father pulled her into his arms, “but I can plough you later?” he asked seemingly oblivious to the fact that his daughter was present in the room. “I am going to be super horny after Emily has had all that black cock.”

Joy kissed him on the lips, “of course, but first let me do my job.”

Releasing Joy from his grasp my father looked at me his eyes wide with lust as he considered all the things he wanted to do to Joy.

“You do realise she won’t be able to feel you,” I chided him as he let Joy go on about her work.

“I have enough down here,” he said as he grabbed her crotch.

“Yeah, but she has been with Junior, and well, I doubt I would feel you.”

He blushed, creating the exact response that I had been hoping for.

“Anyway, time to go,” Joy said as I saw her look at my father, her face showing that she was desperate to feel his body on top of hers.

Leaving the house, Joy indicated that we should all walk to a coffee shop at the end of the street. It was a regular place for my family to go and the staff all knew who we were.

As we approached, Joy caught my father by the arm and held him back. “Emily will go in on her own, you will then go and ‘find her.’”

My father nodded and I walked the last few steps on my own, Joy following behind just enough that we would not look like we were together. Entering, I found a free table in a prominent position, close to the window, but also within hearing of the counter. Sitting in one of the chairs, my back to the wall I smiled at the staff. “Usual?” one of them asked and I nodded in response.

Sitting on the other side of the room, Joy placed the camera that she was using on the table, aiming it directly at where I was sitting while she placed a jumper over it. A member of staff approached, and she made her order just as the door jingled and my father walked in.

“There you are,” he said in a loud clear voice so everybody would think that he had been looking for me.

At the same time, the staff delivered my drink, the young girl who was serving it giving me a look of concern as she did so. “It’s fine,” I whispered to her, “he’s just in a grump about what I have been getting up to.”

My father sat at the table next to me and I uncrossed and crossed my legs directly in front of him so that he could see I was completely smooth and not wearing underwear.

For a moment he touched his own groin as he squirmed in his seat, obviously uncomfortable about the feelings my actions had generated in him. “Where have you been?” he asked, and as I pondered my reply, I looked around to see that the staff were watching me from the counter.

“Black men,” I replied confidently and eagerly.

“Meaning?”

“It’s like an addiction Dad, I just can’t help but meet up with black men and let them have sex with me.”

 My father grimaced, portraying a man who was shocked by his daughter’s revelations. “Umm,” he mumbled, and I wondered if he was genuinely wondering what to say given how openly I was declaring my reality. “Do you at least use condoms?”

His question seemed weak, almost unsure as to how to handle the situation. “No, I take them all bareback, I let them raw dog me until they fill me with their cum. I feel so submissive when a black man orgasms into me.”

He seemed to stumble over his thoughts as if he was regretting what he had signed up to. “And is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That they are all bigger than us white guys?”

I licked my lips for a moment, “all of the black men who have fucked me have been.”

“How did it start?” my father was now looking pained as he spoke, his voice faltering, his words seeming to catch in his throat.

“I made a new friend called Dawn,” my father bridled at the mention of my birth mother’s name. “She is black only and encouraged me to give it a go. After that she set me up with a gangbang with a friend of hers and then she introduced me to her step-son.”

“Step-son?”

“Yes, he is massive, the biggest cock I think I have ever seen, and it turns out that, I might be the only woman in the world who can take every inch of him.”

The staff were pretending to work, but in truth I could see that they were both hanging on my every word.

“Every inch?” my father asked, as he seemed to start sweating.

“Yes, every inch, but while he fucks me regularly, we are not exclusive with each other.”

“So, he fucks other girls as well?”

“Yes, but when they see his cock, many of them run away.”

Running a hand through his hair, my father looked even more stressed now, “and that is how you know that your cunt is the only one who can take every inch?”

“Yes,” I grinned as I realised that the male member of staff was touching the backside of the female one as she bent over the counter to hear the conversation more clearly.

I watched them for a moment, the female, who had been working there for a couple of years was short, curvy and black. She always worse a skirt which was arguably too short while her tops were always tight, allowing her ample tits to almost spill out of them. The guy who was touching her up was new, thin and pale with a lip piercing. He has curly black hair and a bulging package in his too tight jeans. He must have been new, as I did not recognise him, but I was also aware that the girl, who as well as working there, owned the shop liked to employ a train of lovers. It was very common for her to trade the male employees in for a new guy once she had worn them out, or she decided that they were no longer satisfying her anymore.

There was one other thing my father was not aware of, I counted her amongst my friends and had already had long text message conversations with her about my lifestyle. So in truth, nothing I was saying was an issue, she knew I was into hung black guys, and she had confessed to wanking to at least one of my videos. Still, it was nice to see that my stories were enough for her to let her new fuck, slide his fingers into her while she listened in on the story.

“Anyway, I’m feeling horny,” I suddenly declared, “it must be twelve hours at least since I was last fucked, so I need to find some new cock.”

My father looked horrified at my comment, and I saw him glance around to see who was listening in. I stood and headed to the counter, “add it to my tab?” I said as I got there just in time to realising that my friend was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Sure,” she replied, “even better, for that you can have it for free.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile and leaning in the two of us kissed, open mouthed, tongues touching. Turning on my heels, I smirked as my father as I headed for the door, holding it open so he could join me.

Heading for the town, I only had to walk a short distance before I found two black guys. They were unloading a van that was parked up on the side of the road, before taking the items into the front door of the property the van was parked outside of.

They disappeared inside and seeing my opportunity I headed over to the van and took a seat between the open rear doors. My father joined me, standing a little bit away, “what are you doing?” he asked, an edge of nervousness in his voice.

“Well hopefully, getting fucked,” I replied with a smirk as I noticed Joy filming from a couple of car lengths away.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” it was one of them men as they returned, seeing my father lurking by the open doors. “Get away from there,” the other said as he took a step towards my father and pushed him away from the van.

I realised that they had not seen me and giving a gentle cough, I waited until the two men turned their attention on me. They both stopped in their tracks as they absorbed the sight of me in my red dress, legs crossed sitting there, waiting. I purred at the feel of their gaze and uncrossed my legs, leaving them slightly open. From their position I was sure that they would be able to just see the very edge of my pussy, naked as it was under the hem of my dress.

“What the?” one of them said, he had quite light skin for a black guy, but his hair was in tight corn rows that hung down in a tail along his back. Wearing a white t-shirt and beige shorts, he proudly displayed his toned arms and legs for all to see.

“This is my dad,” I said with a smile, “and over there is Joy my camera woman.”

The two men followed my gaze as I looked towards Joy. “I’m looking for real black men to breed me on camera, and I saw you two.”

“And your Dad?” It was the other one who spoke this time, darker in colour, he had short, shaved hair and a trimmed beard.

“He is here to discover just how much of a slut I am for black cock.”

“Heh,” he said in reply, “well this should be fun.” Reaching out a hand he took hold of mine and with a gentle pull I sprung to my feet. He continued to pull me closer and eager to show my desperation to be fucked by him, I jumped into his arms. Holding me by the waist, I wrapped my legs around his as I leaned in for a kiss.

It was deep and passionate, our tongues meeting as I savoured how good he tasted. Moving his hands, he placed them under my bum to make it easier to hold onto me, his fingers spreading along my exposed skin until the tips settled just millimetres away from my bum hole.

“Nasty,” my father said as he watched me and the second of the two black men starting to make out. I broke off the kiss long enough to look at him and wink, before eagerly indulging myself in the physical contact again.

“I think I need myself some of this,” the first of the two men said and a moment later I found myself being passed between the two of them. Unwrapping my legs from the one as he hefted me into the arms of his friend, who I promptly latched onto with my legs and arms enclosing his taut body.

He was slightly more forceful than his mate, pulling me in tighter so that I could feel my pussy depositing its wetness on the front of his top. Glancing over his shoulder as we kissed, I watched Joy as she eagerly filmed my slutty behaviour.

“Let’s take her inside,” the one who had just released me said and I could no nothing as the two men carried me through the front door. We entered a hallway and still wrapped in the arms of the one with the corn rows. Carrying me, he climbed a set of stairs before turning towards the front of the property where he entered a bedsit. Behind me, I heard of the van doors being slammed shut, and soon after followed by the sound of the front door being closed as the latch clicked into place.

Cornrows dropped me onto a mattress that lay on the floor in the middle of the room, and I sat there, legs akimbo as I leaned back on my arms. Joy entered the room, her camera lens focused on me as she captured the desperate position I was in. “Open the windows,” I said with a wicked grin on my face, “I want my father to hear every moment.”

The shaved haired guy did as asked, and I watched as he opened both of the windows so that the sound of what was about to happen would travel beyond the confines of the bedsit. I stood up, leaning on one of my hips as my hands quickly hefted my dress over my head before depositing it on the floor to the side of the mattress. Now, I was naked in front of two complete strangers, and I watched as their eyes took absorbed every inch of my body, the curves, the heavy boobs and my smooth snatch.

“Have you got any condoms,” Cornrows asked as he took a step towards me again, placing his hands on my waist as he did so.

“No!” I said loudly and for a moment he stepped backwards, worried that I was turning him down.

“Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” I said as I reached out my hands and pulled him back towards me. “I meant, no condoms, I need to feel your cum inside me, whether you put it.”

“You sure?”, the shaved haired one asked as I pulled Cornrows into another kiss without answering the question.

I felt the mattress wobble slightly as the shaved haired one stepped onto it and then, as he circled round behind me, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Cornrows and I continued to kiss as the shaved haired one slipped one hand up my body before enclosing it around my neck. He choked me, not enough to stop me from breathing, but enough for me to know that he was in control, as is other hand pushed down the front of my body. I parted my legs as his hand slipped between my thighs.

A finger pressed against my clitoris, instantly sending a shiver through me while Cornrows took hold of one of my nipples between thumb and forefinger. I gasped into his mouth, as the multiple sensations ripped through me at the same time.

“What’s your name?” the shaved haired guy asked as the pressure he was placing on my clitoris grew.

Breaking away from the kiss I leaned back so that I could let him nuzzle my neck with his teeth and tongue. “Just call me Black Cock Fuck Meat,” I replied.

“Hmm,” he said, pushing the hand that he was using on my pussy further under until he could slide three fingers into my hole as he gripped my body.

“You’ll find the video on the Web site, the Breaking of Emily Black,” Joy said as she stepped around so that she could zoom in on the vaginal grip I was in.

“Yeah,” Cornrows said as he moved his head down my body, licking and kissing as he went until he could nibble one of my boobs.

“Yeah,” Joy replied, “I will leave you a business card when we leave, now properly pull on that nipple with your teeth.”

Cornrows did as he was asked, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending a shock wave through me as the shaved haired one pushed his fingers deeper into my now wide spread legs.

“Oh God,” I uttered loudly as my knees buckled underneath me. Thankfully the two men held my up as they continued to explore me with their hands and mouths.

“Yeah,” Cornrows said as he took a step back from me and pulled his t-shirt over his head to reveal the tight muscles of his chest. Then a moment later he pushed his shorts to the floor to expose his large, hard cock. “What do you think?” he said as he swung its semi-erect form back and fore in front of me.

I pulled from the grip of the shaved haired guy and dropped to my knees in front of Cornrows as he stepped closer to me again. His hands slipped into the hair on my head and as he did so, I opened my mouth and let the tip of his cock pass between my lips.

The shaved haired guy got me to bend forward, while Cornrows lowered himself to his knees so that I could continue to suck him. Then, as I opened my legs, I could feel the warmth of a tongue lap against my pussy. I was being eaten by the shaved haired one while Cornrows went from letting me suck him, to using my mouth as his own hole to fuck as he pleased. His big, black cock sliding between my lips and down my throat as he rapidly ploughed himself into me.

“Yeah,” Joy said as she captured the moment on her camera, “Bruce will love seeing this being circulated to your fans.”

Being used so aggressively while someone sucked hard on my clit was too much for me and the orgasm flooded my body. I shook as my limbs locked out while I squirted thick streams of pussy juices all over the shaved head one. It was intense and I could not help but let out a deep, long scream of pleasure as every ounce of pleasure was drained from my soul.

I collapsed, planting my pussy onto the shaved haired ones face meaning that despite having orgasmed I could not escape him eating me. My body continued to shake as I recovered my breath as Cornrows bent forward over me so that his cock could still find my mouth. Lying there, I was unable to take him full into my throat, but I gently sucked on the tip, letting it bob in and out of my lips and onto my tongue.

“Grrr,” it was Cornrows, as the sensations of my tongue lapping against the head of his cock proved too much. His dick throbbed, as I felt him flood my mouth with his spunk, I held it all in my mouth for a moment, turning my head to show him, before swallowing every drop of his seed. Opening my mouth again, I proved that I had drunk every drop as Joy came in close with the camera to film me.

Looking up at the lens, I smiled and opened my mouth again. “That’s great,” Joy said as she zoomed in to get a close-up of my now empty mouth.

Rolling over, I removed myself from the shaved haired guy before locking eyes with him as he lay there, still soaked by my pussy juices. “Fuck me,” I said, “I need your cock.”

He stood up and stripped off completely as I lay on my back on the mattress, legs open, waiting to be taken. His cock stood proudly as he grabbed it and pulled his length back and fore to demonstrate how hung he was.

Excited, I rolled back over, showing my ass high in the air, while arching my back. He did not need a further invitation and as Joy moved the camera down until it was level with my face, she filmed as the shaved haired guy mounted me. I groaned deeply at the sensation, as his cock filled me, his hands grabbing me by the hips as he did so.

The thrusts were intense, and I realised that despite my powerful orgasm I was already desperate again and I soon started panting and groaning as the cock filled me. Joy moved away from my face, so that she could film my pussy being filled and so closing my eyes, I allowed myself to just absorb the pleasure of my ass wobbling as I was pounded.

“What do you think,” I heard Joy say and without looking I could imagine what she was doing, filming the short haired guy as he pumped himself into me.

“Absolutely fantastic,” he said in between thrusts, “I rarely meet a white girl who can take me so greedily.”

“You like white girls?”

“I love white sluts and whores.”

“Well, it looks like you have found one here.”

“Too right,” the guy replied as his breathing changed to the point that it was coming in deep, rapid gasps.

Suddenly, he gave three rapid thrusts and a loud grunt as his cock exploded into me. His cum pumped into me, in long, heavy bursts that found themselves deep into my uterus. Falling backwards, as his body drained of all energy, he pulled himself from me, the very last squirt of cum splashing over my labia and clit rather than being deposited inside.

Rising back up, I looked behind me to see the exhausted shaved haired guy lying on his back, while Cornrows smiled at me from a chair in the corner of the room.

I looked at Joy, she was filming me, on my knees, ass protruding, as I pushed my hands through my hair, making my boobs rise as I did so. “Another two happy black men,” I said as I leaned over to pick up my dress. Standing, I pulled the dress over my head and smiled at both men. “Thank you,” I said before heading for the door.

“Here’s the business card, Bruce the owner might want to have a chat about male stars as well if you are interested,” Joy said before following me out the door.

Returning outside, I found my father sitting on a low wall just outside the house. I smiled as I reached him, and he stood up and gave me a big hug. “Did you hear?” I asked, part wanting him to say yes, and part hoping that he would say no.

“How could I not,” he replied as he kissed me on the cheek, you were so loud, especially when you came.

I blushed at the comment, as Joy stepped in close, “tell him where they shot their loads.”

Looking at the camera I smiled, before making eye contact with my father. “The one with Cornrows jizzed in my mouth and I swallowed every drop, the other one fucked me hard before filling my cunt. Obviously, I am not wearing knickers, and I have not tidied up, so I am leaking cum everywhere.”

 “How did my daughter turn into such a nasty, fucking slut?” my father asked before hugging me again.

“How could I not with my mother’s as examples?”

“True, too true,” my father replied.

Find out what happens next in A Mother’s Inspiration 5