Drugged and Bred

[Kolt48]

A new little story that I'm working on.

Shanna and her husband, Greg possessed a certain odd fetish; Breeding young, innocent, wives. They were both in their early 40's, so young was anything in the 18 to 28 year range. Shanna was a beautiful, mixed woman, with raven hair and dark exotic eyes. Her skin was also dark and creamy, due to her mother's Puerto Rican heritage. She was a bit of a workout nut, as well as her husband, therefore they both had very athletic physiques. Greg was a tall black man. He stood 6'6'', still retaining the muscular frame of his college basketball years. A handsome man, he was often mistaken as a Micheal Jordan look-a-like.

The couple had been plying their fetish trade for several years, and had it down to a practiced art. Living in a large city, there were many hotels and convention centers at their disposal. Shanna would cruise the lobby and bars, buying drinks for the conventioneers, making friends, then slipping in the appropriate, intimate questions once their guard was down. Once the right victim was found, Shanna would slip away, call her husband, and have him bring over the drugged drink. After maneuvering the drugged wife to their room, the real fun would start.

Vanessa became their next victim. She was 22 and had only been married for 2 years. They had no children, preferring to wait until their careers became more stabilized. This was her real, first time away from her husband. She was in town for a week-long business convention. Being the only one attending from her small office,she sat to herself during the convention breaks.

That is where Shanna found her. She picked up her cell and phoned Greg;

"I think I found one. She is a beautiful young redhead with the greenest of eyes... Oh yes, she has that innocent aurora about her. She is about 5'6 and wearing a cute, dark blue, flowery dress. With her legs crossed, you can see the sexy, smooth white ankles... Definitely, I can see the ring on her finger. I'll go over and see if I can invite her for drinks. Call you later."

Tucking her phone in her purse, Shanna walked over and sat next to the young woman.

"You look lonely. Need some company?" Shanna asked.

"Oh, sure,' Vanessa replied, 'This is my first convention, and I know no one here."

Shanna introduced herself and began striking up a conversation. Before they both knew it, the next session had started and Vanessa went back inside. Shanna quickly called her husband back, informing him of the new details;

"Her name is Vanessa. She is 22, only been married a few years, no children, and here alone for the rest of the week...and get this; She takes no birth control, makes her husband use a condom."

"Holy shit! You found that much out, already?" Greg replied.

"I'm just that good, Baby," she said.

"What's next?" he inquired.

"She gets out of session at 4:30, and we're meeting for drinks downstairs."

"I love you, Baby," he replied.

"You too, Sweetheart. Now go take some Viagra and be waiting for my call."

Hanging up, she went to the restroom to freshen up. She was tempted to rub her aroused clit, but held off. There would be plenty of time for that later. Maybe while she was eating some innocent, red-haired pussy.

Vanessa thought her new friend was very nice. The woman would not let her pay for a single drink, and the drinks kept coming. It was good for her; the alcohol and conversation kept her mind away from missing her husband. This woman seemed like a sister, and soon she was telling her things that she had never confessed before; Sexual things. She confided how she had never had anal or lesbian sex and thought it was vile. Her husband was her first and only lover, and they had never tried many positions, other than the occasional doggie style; They were both drunk when that had occurred.

To Vanessa's surprise, Shanna informed her that her husband was black.

'I guess that shouldn't be much of a surprise due to her own skin color,' Vanessa thought. 'Oh well, in this day and age, that's pretty normal. Never me though. We were just not raised around that kind of thing.' Still, she had always been curious.

"Is he big?' she asked with a laugh. "I'm sorry, it's just...Well, you know what they say."

"Well, I can't speak for all of them, but Greg is a good 8 inches and pretty thick too," Shanna replied.

"Doesn't it hurt?" she questioned.

"Oh Hell yea, at first, but I've been around the block a few times, and it feels wonderful now," Shanna explained, thinking, 'This bitch will find out soon enough.'

Shanna excused herself to the lady's room after handing Vanessa a fresh drink. She couldn't wait to call Greg, and get the proverbial ball rolling.

Shanna had not been back to the table long, before Greg showed up, fresh drinks in hand. She introduced him to Vanessa, and he handed them a fresh drink.

Vanessa was a little intimidated by the handsome black man, but he seemed very nice. They talked for a while longer, but the way Greg was looking at her was making her feel uneasy. It was if he was looking right through her clothes, imagining her naked. While it frightened her, it was also making her very wet. She began thinking of a way to excuse herself. She needed to go upstairs, call her husband, and masturbate in a hot bath. Her mind was foggy though. She could not concentrate on an excuse. The bar became a pinhole, and her vision drifted.

'Shit, this alcohol must be getting to me,' she thought.

"Are you Ok, Honey," Shanna asked.

"W...What?" Vanessa mumbled. She could not make out the woman's words; They were garbled, fuzzy.

Shanna looked to Greg with a grin, as she watched the young woman hold her head and sway.

"I think she's there. Let's get her upstairs," she said.