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I had just turned twenty two when I was lift to shift for myself by my husband, he had joined the service. I started to hang around some of the bars in town. It was at Shooters Bar where I meet T. J. a black guy. He and five other black guys took up a collection and told me that if I would do a strip tease for them I could have the thirty dollars they had given the bar tender to give me if I did. When I finished stripping and spent the rest of the evening dirty dancing with the guys and shooting some pool naked with only my nylons and high heels on.
It was at Shooters that I meet, T. J., we got to be friend’s. He talked me into letting him making 8mm porn films of me for money having sex with black guys. He sold them through ads in porno magazines and at adult book stories, We divided the proceeds, I got half of the profits A lot of photos taken of me by him were sold most of them showing up in porn magazines that black guys liked to buy. The one I recall the most was called “Black mans Desire”. It showed pictures of white women get it on with black guys only. Also of white women naked posing in some rather lewd ways. I did so willingly and always with a big smile because it helped me to put food on my table. My nick name came from Shooters after I let a guy screw me in the back room on the floor. Layable Lady Liz, it stuck. I was able keep myself off of the welfare rolls by the extra money it provided me with. I guess you could say that I was a harlot. I enjoyed my freedom and life style until 1945 when my husband decided to come home. I picked up on it again in 1950 when he was called up for active service, once again leaving me to hold the bag. I keep on untill1957. When he retired from the service.

Back in those days a white woman wasn’t suppose to do things like this. As it turned out, I did ended up joining one of the oldest professions for women, that of prostitution.

I became quite renowned, as a wanton black mans slut. Because of my sexual looseness I developed a reputation for myself in the black parts of town. I also became somewhat of a celebrity with blacks guys, being one of the few white women that black men would tip there hats to. In other parts of town among the women I became know as a whore. To white men I was a nigger lover.

It was after I had been knocked up by a black guy for the first time that I posed for a nude photo of myself pregnant sparking with a black guy at his home on his love set.

T. J had sent the photo to a magazine for use showing a white women pregnant
buy a black guy. He got a letter back asking if I would write about how it happened. This is what I wrote for them.

I was at a bar that black guys hung out at a lot I would frequent it maybe twice a
week to see if I could get picked up. On this particular evening a big black guy and I started dancing. He ask me if I wanted a ride home later. I excepted because it was better than taking the bus and it was the only offer I had gotten
that evening. I never drove when I want to bars, I didn’t want to be bothered with my car if I was getting a ride.

The guys name was Andy, when we got in his car he opened a quart bottler of black berry brand and handed it to me, as he did he drove off, I took a drink, it
was strong and took my breath away. As we drove he shared his bottle and talked. He ask me if I dug screwing with black guys and I said that it depended. He ask, on what. I said if they treat me nice and screw me real good. He laughed.

All at once I could see we weren’t headed in the right direction if he was going to take me home. I ask him were he was going.? He told me out into the country so he could fuck me real good in the moon light. I ask him if he wasn’t just kidding me and he said hell no baby this is for real your married and I have all ways wanted to fuck a married slut. I was a little scared of this guy, he really meant business.

We drove for thirty minutes or so and ended up on a gravel roar next to a hay
field. Andy, stopped. He got out and walked around the car and opened the back door and got a blanket, he had the brandy bottle in the other hand. The he told me to get out. I took off my heels and followed him in to the field about two blocks. Then he stopped and spread out the blanket on the ground and tossed the bottle on top of it.

He sat down on the blanket and pulled a bag and some papers out of his packet. And ask me “Do you smoke?” I said, “NO” Then he rolled to joints as he called them and handed me on and said, “You do now.” He lite a match and told me what to do, I drew deeper on the marijuana cigarette, feeling mind opening like a budding flower, soon I started to gaggle and laugh and when he told me to strip for him I laughed and said, “I thought you were never going to ask me.” Then I ask if I could have one more joint, which he rolled with pleasure.
The I started to do a strip but Andy was in no mood for fun and games. There was lots of moon light all most a full moon. He looked at me standing there and then reached out and grabbed hold of my blouse at the top and gave it a hard jerk, buttons flew and I head the material rip in several places as he pulled. He yanked my blouse off of me and then started in on my bra. I quickly reached around my back and unhooked the tree snaps that held it together. He grabbed the front of it pulled it off of me and tossed it down. He grabbed for the waist band of my skirt but I yell to let me do it. Before my skirt could fall to my angles his hand was on the waist band of my under pants. Once again I heard the horrible sound of fabric ripping, only this time he manager to rip them right of my body. I stood there naked with only my bobby socks on, in front of him for a total stranger, I stood there bare assed naked waiting to be fucked by a grotesque stranger a minute before he pushed me down to the ground. I watched as he undressed.

Standing naked in front of me he bent over picked up the bottle and took a big
swig form it and then he handed it to me and told me to finish it off. There had to be the better part of a cup in the bottom or the bottle. I hesitated and he yelled at me to finish it. I some how I did it, but oh man I was just a little soused. I didn’t think I could stand up with out help. As I drank Andy was playing with his cock as I was finishing the bottle off. It was a good size cock but not what I would call huge, maybe eight inches but it had a nice big plumb size glan that glistened in the moon light. I took his warm cock in my hand, squeezed it. I was surprised to find that it was really soft in the midst of its hardness. I marveled at the fact that it would be able to penetrate my tight cunt. I sort of cuddly it in my hand, Then impulsively, I put my lips to the shiny glan. I was always amazed at the satiny softness of a black meaty wedge which would split my snatch..

I let it slide past my lips to let it rest on my tongue, and Andy groaned loudly as I sucked on it...

I got scared and started to yell at Andy after he shoved me to the ground and
started to penetrate me. “Oh, please .......please pull it out, please ........please, I don’t want do to this.....please take me home now!!”. Andy just laughed at me as he spread my legs wide, crawling up between them. "Oh, please, please ................please, noooooooo!" I begged, as Andy licked his thick lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhh ..............ohhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as his fat face buried itself in my thick brown bush. Then his wet tongue sought my most precious jewel, causing me to arch up "Oh, God ................oh, Godddddd ............!" I groaned, my hips off the ground as my small hands tried to push Andy’s head away. Arching up higher, I groaned loudly "Ahhhhhhhhhhh ...............", as my body quivered in an unwanted but mind shattering orgasm.

I squirmed as the invading cock head parted the entrance to my private treasure. "Oh, please ........please, Andy ........please, please, a condom .......please, you need to put a condom on.........please, I can't get pregnant ........not by you!" "Gonna fuck ya, bitch ....................gonna give ya some real black meat .......gonna let ya feel a real man!" Andy taunted, as he grasped my hips and thrust his cock head into my slick entrance. ...........please!" I begged. "Ohhhhh, baby, you're so lucky I plan on yanking it out before I do that. Otherwise you'd damned well get knocked up, bitch ........!"He groaned loudly, with a soft devious snicker behind his lie.

Then the truth started to come out as I became pinned under Andy’s body weight. "Oh, baby ........baby, gonna fill ya full of my nigga juice ...........gonna `ruin' the faithful little wifey ..........gonna spunk in hubby's little tresure chest
........gonna leave you and your hubby a nigger, sweet thing."

Andy was doing more than just taunted, me as he fucked me I was sobbing, he
did it without mercy. I was sure in my mind that he had every intention of knocking me up. "Oh, honey........here it cumsssssssss!" Andy groaned as he exploded deep in to my womb."Oh, nooooooooo ..............!" I moaned, yet my legs squeezed at the quivering black ass. He gave it to me. In potent, hot spurts, he exploded his cum into my snatch, feeling my womb opening as it dipped into the viscous offering of his gushes. I screamed. My body jerked and writhed under him; my hands closed into fists and beat forcefully at the ground and on his back. My head rolled from side to side with the extreme intensity from the rolling orgasmic sensations. I yelled, “You told me you told me you’d pull it out, you bastered!”.

Andy stayed on top of me fucking me one more time before his pecker want limp. His final spurts oozed into my cunt slowly, and he took a deep breath as he leaned back, letting his cock slip out of my hole to drip its excessive cum onto the blanket. I lied to you baby.. Then he told me how much I would like having his black baby growing in my belly.

Trickles and blobs ran from the gaping slit of my crotch to pool in a white glob on the blanket, The strenuous activity slowed until I lay quietly, panting and gasping. My body, like Andy’s , was covered with a heavy of perspiration. After a moment, my ass lifted in a series of upward thrust and I moaned happily from the depths of my throat. "Urghhhh!" I moaned contentedly. "I've been fucked!" My ass continued to toss, its movements --- aided by the inner spasms that still contracted, my cunt squirted out more blobs and trickles of my cum, thinned by the ejaculations of my own juices.

As we walked back toward the car I fell down I was to drunk to walk. Andy picked me up and carried me to the car and helped me in to the front set. That’s
where I passed out. In the morning when I woke up Andy was sleeping next to me, I got up with a bad hang over want out to the kitchen and got some coffee going, then I want to the bath room and cleaned up. I woke Andy with a cup off coffee and ask him.

“Andy, Your not kidding me are you?”He just smiled at me, .then he said,”I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

I can't quite remember how everything happened. Sex is like being high or in a
fever sometimes. It's like being in this altered state and now that I've come back down I can't tell you the precise order of occurrence... I just remember grabbing him around the neck and pulling him down on top of me and I was reaching for his cock with both hands and it was thick and rock hard and it was like I couldn't get him inside me fast enough. God, and I just wrapped my legs around him as he rammed in and out of me and I just kept telling him to fuck me harder and harder and faster and faster. Not like I had any elegant poetry coming out of my mouth or anything. My brain was in fervor; he just laid me wide open. I felt it start in my toes and work it’s way up my legs and through my pelvic area within my womb and ass, my breast swelled up and my nipples were hard and erect, before I felt an electric shock move up my spin and to my brain. I felt as if I passed out for a minute..Afterwards I was still licking the sweat off of him -- I just wanted to soak him in through my skin.

He never pulled out, he just keep it in me for some time and then he started to fuck me again, pounded into my pussy like a piston. I heard somebody screaming and it was several seconds before I realized it was me. Then, the most powerful climax I had ever experienced thundered over me lambasting my body like a tidal wave, washing away all sensibility once more. I was very sure he had made me pregnant. A couple weeks want by and I started to feel and see some changes in my breast then I knew for sure. A trip to my doctor conformed my thoughts. Andy’s baby was growing in side of me.

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