My name is Shelli, I was 20 then and getting ready to start my second year of a 4 year Nursing Program, The first year, I was driving 45 minutes one way to get to school, stay at school about 9 hours a day, then an hour drive home during Rush Hour. That didn't leave any time for 'Socializing', not that I really had any friends to party with.
It's not that I am not attractive, I think I am very cute, but boys didn't seem to be interested in a 160 pound 5 foot tall nerd girl. Fat butt and big boobs didn't draw the boys eyes, they were all looking at my best friend, MaryBeth. Her 5 foot 1 inch, 100 pound, blonde beauty attracted the boys like flies to warm cow poop. After high school, she went to a different school, so we kinda drifted apart.
Mom kept suggesting that I find a place closer to school, but I don't have a job, and she has been paying for gas and stuff for me in addition to my school expenses. She gives me a debit card account with $500 every month and I try to not spend any if I can avoid it. I skip lunch most days but sometimes I do have to eat something and grab chips and a soda.
I started scouring the local paper for apartments, but damn, there is no way I could afford one on my own. But then again, I am not sure I could share an apartment with one of those perfect bodied cuties at school, and sure as hell don't want to share with a boy. That would be so embarrassing to see a naked boy come out of the bathroom.
First week of school, I started asking other students, I asked my Student Coordinator, no luck. Second week of school, my Psychology Instructor, Mr. Harrison, asked me to stop by his office after classes end for the day. This guy intimidates me! Well over 6 foot tall, he was, well, once a Marine, always a Marine. And built! Like a Black Adonis. Always so sharply dressed, his slacks show just enough of his bulge to advertise the size, but not enough to be obscene.
I knocked on the door of his office and heard him say, "Enter!" When I stepped into the room, he held his finger to his mouth, indicating he wanted me to be quiet, and continued with his phone call. I am standing at the side of his desk, and I felt like a little girl that got in trouble and had to go to the principle's office. He is sitting behind the desk, listening to whomever is on the other end of the phone call. I am looking all around his office, there is a Purple Heart in a frame, Commendations and stuff like that on the wall. And while I am looking around, he is looking me up and down, which makes me self-conscious, which makes my big nipples get bigger and harder, which is obvious in my tight Scrubs top.
He is still talking but looks at me and twirls his finger in a small circle and I think he means to turn around. So I turn with my back to him, and I know he is looking at my fat butt stretching the material of my scrubs bottoms. I bought all my scrubs first year, but it seems that I have put on weight since last year, probably from moms delicious home cooking all summer. I turn back around to face him, and it looks like his slacks got a bit tighter around that massive cock.
Finally, after standing in front of him, and him staring at my tits, he finally ends his phone call. He adjusts his bulge then stands up and steps between me and his desk, towering over me. "Shelli, I heard you're looking for an apartment on the cheap?"
"Yes Sir, I mean, Yes Mr. Harrison. I can't afford to keep driving that far every day, but I can't afford the rent they charge for apartments close to the school."
He leans back against his desk, and I can't help but look at the shape in his slacks. He catches me staring and chuckles. "What I am going to tell you cannot be repeated at school, do you understand?"
I try looking at his face, but his gaze intimidates me, but looking down, the shape of what he has hiding in his slacks intimidates me even more. I meekly reply, "Yes Sir, I mean Yes, Mr. Harrison."
"Good, Shelli. The school has strict rules against Staff and Students cohabitating."
I get a shocked look and start to say something, but Mr. Harrison continues, "My wife," and he emphasizes 'wife', "have talked and since our daughter has moved out, we could possibly rent out her bedroom. You would have a private room, but the bathroom, living room and kitchen would be shared family spaces."
"But Sir, I could never impose on you and your wife."
"Nonsense, Shelli, it would be no imposition at all. The room is there, still like it was when she left. No one is using it, and you need a place. But, again, you can never mention this in school. I could lose my position, and you could be expelled!" he adjusts himself again, this time leaving his hand laying on his, well, laying on his cock!
"But Sir, how much would it cost me to rent it?"
"Shelli, my wife and I don't need the money, but we could discuss that outside of school. Here's my address and my personal cell phone number. It's Friday evening, go home and think about it, and you can call and talk to my wife if you'd like."
I thank him and as he walks me to the door, his massive hand is on my left butt cheek, and my pussy clenches. He pats my bottom as I step into the hall and I hear the door close behind me.
It is a long trying drive home especially since the local College has a football game tonight. And I keep thinking about Mr. Harrison's massive bulge. Finally get home and I excitedly tell mom what Mr. Harrison offered.
Mom is curious as to why an older Instructor would offer such a thing to a student, and she has me get on the internet and pull up the school faculty page for Mr. Harrison. She turns to me, "You didn't tell me he was a Black man!"
"Mom! What difference does the color of his skin matter?"
Mom gets a strange far-away look and doesn't say anything, just keeps reading Mr. Harrison's bio. Then mom smiles, "Baby, call him, tell him you'll take it and ask when you can move in?"
"God mom, it can wait, I'll talk to him Monday after school!"
Mom grabs his business card from me and she calls him herself. He answers on the first ring, "Mr. Harrison, this is Margaret, Shelli's mom. Yes, Sir, she said she will take the room." Then there is a long pause as mom listens to Mr. Harrison, then asks to speak to Mrs. Harrison. Mom goes into the kitchen and continues her conversation while I read Mr. Harrison's bio page. 'Wounded in the line of duty after serving two tours in Afghanistan and Iraq. Purple Hearth recipient, Medal of Valor, and more.' This guy is a true war hero.
Mom comes back in the living room a few minutes later, "Baby, get off the computer, let's get you packed up. We can move you in tomorrow."
"We?" I ask
"Yes, we'll load what we can in your car and I can take the rest in mine."
"Mom, all I would need is my clothes, he said the room is furnished, it was his daughters' room."
"Still, I want to meet them, make sure he isn't some kind of weirdo!"
"Mom, he's a God damned War hero, he ain't no weirdo!"
"Watch your language young lady! Anyway, I want to meet them."
I spend the evening packing, all my scrubs, jeans, t-shirts, pajamas and put my cosmetic bag in the bathroom, I can pack that stuff up tomorrow after I get dressed. I tried to sleep but I can't get that image of Mr. Harrison adjusting that large bulge. I think to myself 'It's just renting a room, get your mind out of his pants! He's married!'
Mom wakes me very early and I drag myself out of bed. I shower while mom fixes our breakfast. After my breakfast, I pack my toiletries. One laundry basket, two boxes of clothes and a box with shampoo, perfumes, toothpaste, toothbrush, and some simple makeup. I move all the boxes to the living room by the front door. Mom comes out and WOW! Mom is dressed up like she's going on a date or something, hair done, makeup, perfume!
We got my car loaded and I gave her the address, and she followed in her car so she can drive home after. We get there just after lunchtime and Mr. Harrison's wife meets us at the door, and my god, this woman is beautiful, tall, busty, chocolate brown skin and drop dead gorgeous! But she's wearing tight, jogging shoes, ripped designer jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt that is probably a size too small, but damn, it accentuated those breasts. She introduces herself as Imani Vance and explains that she kept her maiden name from her modeling career.
She invites us in and calls to her husband, "Malik, please go get Shelli's stuff from her car."
Malik, Mr. Harrison, comes in from somewhere down a hallway and stops when he sees mom. He recognizes my mom, he knows her!
Mom jumps up and runs over and hugs him. I can't stop staring, my instructor is hugging my mom.
Imani says, "So, Shelli, how long have you been in school with Malik? Shelli . . . Earth to Shelli!"
I'm stunned and confused. Imani doesn't seem the least bit interested in Malik and my mom. Malik and mom go out to my car and grab my stuff, and I finally turn my attention back to Imani. We chatted for a few minutes and then she leads me down that hallway and shows me her daughter's room, well, my room now. I am quite surprised that a college girl has such a 'little girls' room'. A queen-sized bed, with a My Little Pony bedspread and sheets. A bookcase with dolls, stuffed animals, children's books. To the side is a lighted vanity table covered with professional makeup, stuff I could never afford, but I figure it is probably gifts from her model mom.
Malik and mom bring two boxes in and set them on the bed and Imani rushes them out, telling them to go catch up and she will help me unpack my things. The box Imani opens is the one with my panties, bras and stuff. "Oh babygirl, these are horrid! A beautiful girl like you shouldn't wear such things! We must go shopping, today!"
"But Ms. Vance, I can't afford that right now. And we still haven't talked about how much I will pay you for rent."
"Babygirl, don't worry, let me buy you some sexy things. Malik has mentioned you several times," and she puts her hands on my breasts and squeezes, "and I can see why. My Malik has a thing for breasts!"
She grabs my hand and pulls me out into the hall and mom and Malik are sitting on the couch, very close, and Imani says, "Malik, Babygirl and I are going shopping! Please, Margaret, feel free to stay here and chat, we shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. Malik, please entertain our guest." She leans down and kisses Malik, and rubs his cock, and winks at my mom.
We go into the garage, and she opens the door of a baby blue Mercedes convertible. The other car in the garage is a smoke grey Range Rover. In the corner is a Ducati motorcycle. Imani sees my look of wonder, "See, Babygirl, we don't need your money. My Malik likes you, and that was before he found out Margaret was your mom, but that's probably why he was attracted to you, you look so much like your beautiful mother!"
I blush and I have no idea what I should say. Imani leans over and kisses me, on the lips. And the kiss lingers a bit too long which makes my pussy twitch. That same twitch I get when MaryBeth would tell me to lick her pussy. She reaches around me, pulls the seatbelt out and fastens around me. It made me feel like a child, and I blush again.
She drove to a warehouse district out by the airport and I am totally confused. There aren't any malls or stores in this area. She pulls up in front of a very clean and modern building. There are no signs or anything I can see. Imani gets out and runs around and opens my door for me. She holds out her hand and I take her hand and she helps me out of the car. We walk to a door close to the end of the building. She presses a button on the wall and the door buzzes and unlocks. Imani shows me in and we walk up some stairs, and a large, very dark-skinned black man is waiting for us.
With a strong foreign accent, this man says, "Imani, my love. So good to see you again! For what are you gracing me with your beautiful presence?" he grabs her and hugs her tight, his large hand cupping her bottom.
Imani greets him with a kiss on the lips, "Atlas, so good to see you, my friend. This beautiful young lady is Shelli. We need some lingerie for her."
"Yes, yes. Good, good. Atlas will take care of you, Shelli. Please, disrobe and I will get your measurements!"
My shock is apparent. Imani hugs me, "Trust Atlas, this is nothing sexual, he just wants his beautiful lingerie to fit your body perfectly."
"His, um, his lingerie?"
"Oh yes, Babygirl, Atlas makes some of the most beautiful handmade lingerie. Most of my model friends get their sexy things from Atlas." And she pulls my t-shirt up and over my head. I am stunned and unable to move, let alone speak. Imani unbuttons my jeans and pushes them to my feet.
Atlas comes over holding a cloth tape measure. "Oh no, no, no, this bra is all wrong. It does not fit well at all! Please, take it off and burn it!"
Imani steps behind me and unfastens my bra and slides it down my arms. Atlas raises my arms and reaches behind me and wraps the tape measure around my breasts, and the embarrassment of being almost naked in front of two strangers makes my nipples stand out, reaching to some lips.
Atlas measures my waist, he has Imani lift my breasts which makes my pussy get very wet, and measures under my breasts, around my breasts, rubbing his knuckles over my nipples. Then above my breasts under my arms. "Yes, yes, good, good. Atlas has beautiful things for Shelli. Come, come, lets see.
Imani kneels down and helps me take off my shoes, and pulls my jeans off, I can feel her breath on my legs. I get goosebumps all over my body and feel flushed. Imani pulls me along behind Atlas and he stops at a large cloth covered table. He rummages through some bins under the table and pulls out a handful of beautiful bras.
"Yes, yes, thirty-eight triple D, Good, good!"
I finally get a voice, but can barely speak, "No, Atlas, I've never been that big, thirty-eight D cup?"
"No, no, Shelli, your beautiful breasts are triple D or maybe G. Please, please, try on. They will fit you good!"
Imani grabs a royal blue silk and satin bra. She stands behind me, reaches around and helps me put on the bra. After she fastens the three clips in the back, she steps in front of me and cups and lifts each tit, then she reaches in the bra and lifts and adjusts my tit in the cup of the bra, then the same for the other tit.
Atlas kisses me and grabs my tits, "Shelli, beautiful breasts, my bra fits you perfect. So sexy! Atlas will keep your breasts beautiful!"
Imani laughs and hugs me. "Atlas gets carried away sometimes, but he is proud of his beautiful things. Now, we need some panties to match these sexy bras."
Atlas brings several thong panties and lays on the table. I pick one up and manage through the embarrassment to say, "I don't wear thongs, Atlas, do you have any full cut panties?"
Atlas gets a shocked look on his face. Imani says, "Babygirl, My Malik has mentioned your panty lines in your scrubs. And my Malik does not like that. He likes looking at your bottom but said the panty lines are, how did he say that, panty lines look cheap."
I am shocked beyond belief; my teacher is telling his gorgeous sexy model wife that he likes looking at my butt! Imani pulls down my plain, boring white cotton panties. She takes a deep breath and looks up at me and smiles. Atlas hands her a matching thong, and Imani helps me step into it and pulls it up my legs. When she has them pulled almost up, she leans in and kisses me right above my hairy pussy, then pulls the thong up. She reaches behind me and pulls so that the thong parts my fat butt cheeks, then in the front, she pulls the thin material up, and the material slips in between my chubby pussy lips. My very wet pussy lips.
She leaves me standing there, all goose-pimply and very aroused while she talks privately with Atlas. Atlas works picking out many outfits and piles them into a small box. Imani comes back over to me and smiles, then walks around me slowly, "Babygirl, you are so beautiful!" She helps me put my jeans and shoes back on, then Atlas hands her a beautiful silk blouse. The blouse is a size too small, but Imani buttons it up to just below the bottom of the bra, leaving most of my cleavage and the silk bra visible. Atlas grabs the smaller box and puts it on top of another much larger box.
"Please, my beautiful Imani, allow me to carry these things to your car. And thank you for allowing me to serve you and your beautiful Babygirl."
I blush again and get that weird tingle in my pussy.
Atlas leads the way to the stairs and he heads down but Imani stops, turns and grabs my tits, "Babygirl, I can see why my Malik likes you! And I like you too!" and she kisses me again, this time with her tongue pushing into my mouth. She caresses my breasts with one hand, the other hand on the back of my head, holding me to her kiss. She bites my earlobe, then whispers, "Babygirl, don't mention this to my Malik." Then we walked down the stairs, hand in hand.
Atlas puts the boxes in the trunk of the Mercedes then kisses me on the lips and moves to Imani. Imani kisses him, then kneels in front of this monster of a man, right there on the sidewalk, unfastens his pants and pulls them down. She pulls his massive, long black cock out and sucks the head into her mouth. Right here, in broad daylight, on a sidewalk. Right here, in front of ME!
Imani gets about half of his cock into her mouth, and he grunts and grabs her head. She swallows the first three spurts, then holds the fourth in her mouth, she calmly walks around the car and gets in. Atlas is standing there, his still erect cock bobbing in the air. Imani opens my door, motioning me to get in. I sat down and she grabs my head and pulls me in for a kiss. I immediately open my mouth, and she pushes Atlas' cum into my mouth. She pulls back and says, "Swallow, Babygirl. Now you just paid me for these gifts we have for you."
Driving home is eventful. Imani tells me the types of girls her Malik likes, and she pretty much describes me. Then she tells me that I am the first girl that Malik ever asked to bring home. She tells me that she and Malik have a special relationship, he likes to fuck, he likes to dominate white couples and fuck the married wife. He then comes home and she sucks his cock with that married white woman's juices still on his cock. She tells me that Malik prefers that she remain completely naked when at home and she hopes that will not bother me.
Imani explains that she is Malik's free-use fuck toy, he will push her over the back of the couch and fuck her or push her against the wall and shove his cock into her ass. She tells me that she is his slave, and she loves it, loves doing anything he asks.
As we get close to the house, as the garage door is going up, Imani says, "Babygirl, your mother's car is still here, so please, please do not be shocked if Malik is fucking your mother."
She parks the car and the garage door closes as she opens the trunk and grabs the smaller box. I haven't moved, but I'm still trying to process what Imani has told me. She opens my door and startles me. I get out and Imani is naked; except she replaced her sneakers with stiletto heels. With the heels on, her beautiful large chocolate breasts are right at my mouth. She steps closer and my mouth engulfs her left nipple. My pussy is gushing and I am trying to suck her soul out through her tit.
She reaches between us and unbuttons the blouse and I drop my arms, allowing her to push the blouse off. I then grab my button on my jeans and fumble with trying to undo them while still sucking on the magnificent tit in my mouth. I kick off my shoes and push my jeans to my knees. Imani spins me around and sits on the hood, grabs my hair and pulls me down to her pussy. That wonderful, beautiful, hairless chocolate pussy!
I am thoroughly enjoying this wonderful feast when the light on the garage door opener goes off, and it is dark. Imani has one leg up on the hood, and she has both hands tangled in my hair, guiding and directing me where to lick and I am in heaven. Then the door to the house opens. Imani won't release her grip, but I managed to see two silhouettes standing in the doorway. Then the overhead lights come on. There is my Psych Instructor, naked, standing next to my mom, who is also naked! Imani refuses to let go of my head, and mom grabs Malik's rapidly enlarging cock and slowly strokes it.
Imani, breathlessly whispers, "Babygirl, lick my asshole and get it very wet. Malik has that look that means he is angry, and he is going to fuck my ass as punishment."
Malik sternly says, "Enough!" and grabs my mother by the throat and walks her backwards into the house. Imani grabs the box and I grab my jeans, shoes and the beautiful silk blouse and stumble behind her into the house. Imani takes the box straight to my bedroom and dumps all the things on my bed. I drop my stuff and follow her to the living room where she kneels beside Malik. Mom is still stroking his cock, and I notice the dog collar around her neck. Malik looks at her then at the floor and mom kneels, never letting go of his cock.
Malik, in a very calm voice says, "Atlas called, very upset. It seems my slut sucked his cock, in public, then drove away before he could fuck her like the slut she is! Since you didn't want Atlas' cock in your worthless cunt, you will get no cock at all until I decide otherwise, No Atlas cock, not the skinny cock from that nigger down the street you've been fuckin' when I am at work. You will not touch yourself, you will not cum."
Imani immediately replies, "Yes Master!"
Malik and mom both look at me. Mom is smiling, a happy contented smile. Her hand is still stroking that massive cock, and it is pointed right at me. Malik says, "Shelli, Babygirl, you must be so confused."
Mom interrupts and says, "And aroused, her pussy is dripping!"
Malik slaps mom on the back of her head, and she immediately bows her head in submission, but winks and smiles at me.
Malik continues, "Your mother was my slave in college. My buddies and I kept her very well fucked, and she loved every minute of it." And mom is nodding her head in agreement. "She recognized me when you showed her my bio. And she begged me to allow her to give her daughter to me."
My body is shaking, my nipples are about to explode, and there is a puddle on the floor between my feet.
"So, Babygirl, what are you thinking? Do you want to be my Babygirl?"
Without hesitation I reached up to hug him. Mom is rubbing his cock on my belly. Malik leans down and kisses me, and I have an orgasm. Had Malik not caught me, I would have ended up in a puddle on the floor. Malik sits back in the middle of the couch and pulls me to him. I straddle his legs and I feel my mom pull my thong to the side and she guides that massive cock into my pussy. I am fucking myself on this magnificent throbbing cock. I feel him hit bottom, and there are several inches of his cock still outside of me!
Malik orders Imani, "Slut, go get that big box out of the truck of your car and bring it to me."
Malik unfastens my bra and I fling it across the room; he then leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth at the same time as mom slips a finger into my ass. I melt into Malik's arms as another orgasm hits, and I feel another couple of inches of his manhood enter.
Malik says, "Babygirl, the sexy things that Atlas gave to you, they are not for you. They are for your mom. I called Atlas right after you and slut left. I gave him your mom's measurements. "
"Your mother has read your diary, and she told me that you wanted to be a baby girl again. She told me of your desire to wear diapers, suck milk from a bottle, wear cute little girly onesies. And you wrote of wanting to suckle milk from your mommy's breasts again."
Malik sees Imani standing there with the big box. He nods and she dumps the stuff on the couch beside him.
"So, Babygirl, do you want to be my baby girl, and suckle milk from mommy's titties?"
I am crying, mommy is crying, and I am trying to get the last inch of my new Black Daddy's cock into my little white girl pussy.
Malik holds up a cute baby girl dress with ruffles and bows, in my size. There are thick cloth diapers, plastic pants, onesies, there is a onesie with holes cut out for my big titties. Everything is made for a girl my size but look just like little girl clothes. Malik grabs a pink butt plug and mommy sucks it to get it wet then pops it into my butt. The only thing that has ever been in my butt was MaryBeth's vibrator, and it was nowhere close to as big as this plug.
Malik stands up with me still impaled on his cock and lays me on the floor. I lift my legs and roll my hips; I want Daddy's cock deep inside of me. Malik wants something different, he pulls out, grabs my leg and flips me over on my belly. He pushes my legs together and straddles my legs. He pulls my hips up and enters my pussy from behind. When he lays on me, his cock smashes into my g-spot, every stroke driving me closer. I find that if I squeeze my legs together, Malik has to push harder and smashes my g-spot. I see stars! Fourth of July fireworks going off in my head.
I feel a warm washcloth caressing my face and hear mommy quietly singing the lullaby she would sing when I was little. I realize that I am lying on the couch, in mommy's lap and I am suckling her titty. When mommy realizes I am lucid again, she whispers, "I will be going back home, until I can get transferred to the teaching hospital here. Then I will live here with you and Daddy and Imani. I am going to get a doctor friend to prescribe meds to make me lactate again, so my baby can have her milk. Oh, Daddy shot so much cum in his Babygirl that I had to put a diaper on you." In the background I hear several loud slaps and I look at mommy. "That is probably Daddy flogging Imani! He was pretty pissed at her for disrespecting that Atlas guy like that. While I am away, if you want to suck a titty, or have someone lick your pussy, tell Imani to. You can tease her but do not let her touch herself, she is not allowed to cum."
"Now, Babygirl, let's get you ready for bed. We're sleeping with Daddy tonight. I'll go home Sunday night and get the transfer started. Daddy said everything will be approved on his end and we just have to wait on the paperwork. And since you're his Babygirl now, you're dropping out of nursing school and living full time as a baby girl. While Daddy and mommy are at work, Imani will be your babysitter. She will bathe you, change your diaper, feed you, yes, she will have milk soon too, so you will have four udders to suckle on."
I pop her tit out of my mouth and say, "I love you mommy, and my new Black Daddy!" and I suckle her tit back into my mouth. Mommy starts singing that lullaby again and slides her hand into my diaper and plays in the puddle of cum Daddy left in my baby girl pussy. The only thing I remember before I fall asleep is mommy fingering me to another orgasm.
I am 26 now, Malik has given me three beautiful babies, all girls.
Malik started an OnlyFans page for Imani the hucow. There is a milking machine in the basement where Imani is chained to the machine while the machine sucks milk from her big udders. Malik rents out her pussy and asshole so she is getting fucked while getting milked. Daddy is making a fortune!
Malik was never actually married to Imani, and all it took was mommy sucking the judge for Master to marry mommy and adopt Babygirl.
Occasionally mommy will take Babygirl down and hook her to the milking machine while mommy suckles Daddy's cum from her baby girl's pussy.
I Love my mommy and Daddy, and my milk cow!