When they turned fourteen, I mated with them if they wanted me and I bred them if they begged. They bore me beautiful girls and handsome boys. I suppo...se it is unfair not to report on all of them, but the fact is, most of them were not particularly interesting. Even the girls that begged me to breed them, eventually either paired with a young Beta or went away to join another pack.Our pack did gain a reputation for breeding girls with high sex drives. A female who wants to mate frequently due to. If this was forced upon them, it might make me feel uneasy. I had never imagined someone would fantasize about being blackmailed. I did a little searching on my phone about that and BDSM in general. I found that there were a lot of things I didn’t know!I didn’t watch Stacy piss. I stared at my phone.“Hey, you are missing it, Sir!” Stacy urged me to look at her. She thought I was into freaky shit like this, and honestly, I was truly turned on by it. It wasn’t so much the act as the fact she had. “That's more like it. You'll get the hang of this yet...”“Get the hang of this? What do you mean?”“Zack, I'm going to make this easy on you” she replied as she undid the last few buttons. “I have a fantasy I've wanted to indulge for a long time, and once I realized who you were, I saw an opportunity to fulfill it. You're going to help me do that and along the way, I'm going to give you what you want the most.”“And what's that?” he asked, eyebrows raised.“To pop your cherry.”Zack's cheeks. I felt his hand on the back of my head and his hips begin to move to meet my sucking. He was nearly fucking me in the mouth already and was still wanting me to take more. With the effects of the smoke, the beer and the sensation of sucking a black man’s cock clouding my brain I felt my head spinning again. I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see the world move and focused on the task at hand. The task of sucking off this beautiful cock. As I lay in his lap sucking at his cock and playing.