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White Pussy 4 MauriceLocation: Nairobi, Kenya.Date: 9/14/19My name is Maurice. I am 46 years of age. Up until about two years earlier, I’d lived and worked (as an automobile mechanic) in Dakar, Senegal, but I left my country (and my wife and five c***dren) in order to find a better economic opportunity. This is not at all an unusual thing for many men in Africa. Labor is very ‘fluid’ there.I send most of the money I make back to my wife, Fatima. We chat every week at least once or twice, but I get lonely; and after buying my own smartphone the year before, and shortly after that, a refurbished lap-top, I began surfing the net and looking at on-line porn sites in the evenings. Fatima would not be pleased that I do these things, but she doesn’t know, and I keep it that way.While watching porn, I also came across a variety of ‘chat-sites’, and one evening I came across a young married couple (the husband actually) who were looking to meet up with African men in order to get the wife pregnant. You read that right! The husband I began chatting with (and this went on nearly every night for quite sometime) began explaining to me how his wife and he, though only married for several years, were looking for a way that they might have an interracial baby, instead of one of their own conception!At first I assumed he was joking with me, but it didn’t take long before I realized he was very serious about this! So, I was intrigued, and I kept chatting with him. I didn’t believe that I anything remotely like that would really happen, but it was still exciting to at least play around with the idea!He began sharing pictures of his wife with me. I was immediately impressed by how very beautiful she was! She was only 22 at the time, and I was 45 then; plus, I still couldn’t quite believe that they were serious enough to actually fly all the way down to Nairobi in order for me, still a virtual stranger to them both, to impregnate this other guys wife! But, as I said already, I was certainly very intrigued by the idea!Weeks became a month, and then another month, and another…and as time passed, it really looked like this young white European married couple was serious about the possibility of me helping with getting the wife pregnant! The husband eventually just came out and asked me if I’d be willing to do that! The bluntness caught me a bit off guard at first, but I replied that I’d certainly be willing to do so…but with one main caveat: And was that IF his wife did become pregnant by me, that they would not hold me responsible for anything other than that! Without any hesitation, the bahis firmaları husband readily agreed! So now I had to decide if was REALLY going to agree to do this very unusual thing!I eventually chose to participate in what they were seeking! They were very excited!They offered me money for what was referred to as my ‘services’, and though I could have used the money, I declined. If I was going to father another c***d (which would be six of the five I’d already fathered with Fatima back in Dakar), I didn’t want it to be like a business transaction! That seemed too impersonal and cold. Making a baby was anything but impersonal, or cold! If this young European woman and I were actually going to create a baby together, it would involve anything but impersonality! She and I would have sex! There could be nothing in the least bit ‘impersonal’ in that; and strange as it seemed to me initially, the husband of this woman was well aware of this fact; and he seemed to derive a very definite sort of erotic excitement in that idea! So—that’s how it began!The couple was planning on staying in the Nairobi area (at a resort) for seven days. During those seven days (actually it would be five days, due to the jet-lag they would have on the first day of their arrival, and then the last day of their leaving) I would visit them at the resort and go to their room and do the business of implanting as much of my sperm into this other man’s wife’s vagina as I possibly could! The plan was for me to visit as often as possible, and to increase the chances of the wife getting pregnant! What an idea! This other man was wanting me to fuck his wife, and as OFTEN AS POSSIBLE! It seemed, even as the day drew closer, like some sort of fantastic dream, even though I knew it was anything but!I confess that I felt more than a slight twinge of guilt when I thought about my wife, and my c***dren back in Dakar, totally unaware of what I was doing, and yet, at the same time, I was human! The chance to have sex with such a beautiful young, European woman (married, or not), was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I knew that such a chance would never, ever come my way again! Though I didn’t deny that I was being unfaithful to Fatima, the fact that IF I did get this other woman pregnant, NO ONE (let alone Fatima) would ever know!I was incredibly excited as the day of this couples arrival drew closer and closer! The night before they flew down to Kenya, the husband expressed that he and his wife were both ‘extremely excited’ about meeting me; and I assured them that I was equally looking forwards to that as kaçak iddaa well!I didn’t expect to hear from them on the first day (due to being jet-lagged), but I did get a brief text from the husband upon landing at the airport! He said everything had gone perfect, but they were tired, too. So we decided I’d come by the resort (I’d already known about this place before ever beginning our chats months earlier) in the mid morning, about 10:00 or 10:30. I’d text them when I got there and they would come and meet me and we’d go from there.I hardly slept that evening for thinking about what was about to transpire (or so I hoped)! Fatima had borrowed a neighbors phone to text me; and we exchanged several messages. I felt strange doing that (a little bit of guilt crept in as we did); but, I was also excited about meeting this young married couple! I lied and told her that I was going to play football (soccer) with some friends the next day and that I wouldn’t be working that day, when, in fact, I’d be with the young married couple for a good part of the day working very hard to get the wife impregnated!I find it impossible to do justice to the experience that next day—other than to say I had the most incredibly fantastic sex I’d ever known! I was surprised that I didn’t feel all that nervous doing so, even with the husband there with me and his wife in their room! In fact, instead of the husbands presence acting like a damper on my lust, it seemed to enflame it all the more!His wife was every bit as beautiful as her photos I’d already seen had indicated; and in person, she was MORE beautiful!It easy to enjoy fucking her; and I came in her three times that first visit! After words, as she and I laid naked together on the bed that she and her husband would sleep together on later, and even with him walking around taking pictures and videos, I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed or awkward around him! In fact, he went out of his way to make ME feel comfortable being there like that; and he thanked me (profusely) as I eventually got ready to leave, for contributing to their shared goal of her having an African baby! Even though I’d just fucked his wife three separate times, to hear him thanking me still had a slightly surreal quality to it! But, if that was what they both were after…who was I to disappoint them?!The next day I was only able to visit them in the morning, but not in the afternoon or evening—but I did my very best to fuck that young white wife as urgently as possible, and to leave her well supplied with my sperm!The next day I was able to devote nearly the kaçak bahis entire daytime to this project of theirs; and, by the time I left, I was feeling quite exhausted, and ‘spent’ (and in more ways than one)! On their last day there before leaving, they paid for me to have dinner at the resorts in-house restaurant; and by then, and after all the sex she and I had together, and with her husband having witnessed the whole thing, I was starting almost feel like part of the family! Like a second husband, almost! It was an interesting feeling to be sure! During dinner, I was asked if I wanted them to let me know if the wife got pregnant; and I said I thought that would be nice; though I couldn’t contribute anything financial towards the baby itself (which they said was fine), I did want to know something about the c***d. After all, I was the biological father, even though I would have no further involvement in the baby’s life other than that.After they left I felt strangely sad. I’d never had any illusions that I’d have anything more to do with this young married couple than what I’d already had, but still, I did experience a little bit of wistfulness! A month went by I heard nothing. Then another month passed, and still nothing. But then, after eight weeks, I got a text one evening from the husband, telling me that his wife was definitely confirmed to be pregnant! He said the doctor there had indicated that everything seemed normal with the baby; and reading that I smiled! I had another c***d! I found myself marveling that—but it would not grow up in Africa, but in Europe; and the product (which would be perfectly obvious to anyone who saw the baby) of a black man, and African man, and not the white husbands! I found this both exhilarating, and at the same time, I felt wistful that I would not see this c***d of mine; other than perhaps the occasional picture or video! But still, as the days and weeks passed, I knew, in the back of my mind, that I had a sixth c***d, rather than the five in Dakar; and though they had different mothers, they all shared the same father! I couldn’t have been any prouder!PS.After the baby was born (a boy, who was named Maurice, after his biological father!), this couple told me that they knew several other European (white) couples who were also seeking to have an African baby instead of a white one of their own making; and they wondered if I’d be interested in helping with that! I was surprised, but also intrigued; so I am currently thinking about if I should do so! Looking back on that first experience now, it’s even more exciting to contemplate! I tell myself Why not do this?! Where is the harm? All I have to do is provide the seed, and the couple then does all the rest of the work! So…I am seriously considering doing this once again!The End (for now)

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