Sie stared at the pregnancy test in her trembling hand, the two pink lines undeniable proof of what she already suspected: Tyrone had knocked her up. She was only 20 years old—barely out of her teens—and yet, the thought of carrying his seed inside her made her wet.

She picked up her phone and dialled his number, her heart pounding.

"Tyrone? It's me," she breathed, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I know who it is, baby," his deep, smooth voice rumbled through the phone, sending shivers down her spine. "You sound nervous. What's up?"

"I… I took the test. I’m pregnant," she admitted, her cheeks flushing.

There was a brief pause before Tyrone chuckled, his tone dark with satisfaction. "I knew that tight little pussy was fertile as hell. You took my load like a good girl. No regrets?"

She bit her lip. "No. It was the best fuck of my life."

Tyrone let out a deep laugh. "Damn right, it was. So what now? You want to talk? Or are you just calling to tell me I have a baby on the way?"

"I was thinking…" She hesitated, then plunged forward. "Do you want to meet tomorrow? Maybe… go somewhere?"

She could almost hear his smirk through the phone. "Yeah, I got somewhere special in mind. You ever been to The Den, baby?"

She shook her head before realising he couldn’t see her. "No… what is it?"

"An exclusive spot. Black men, white girls… and whatever happens in between." His voice was heavy with promise. "You game?"

Her stomach clenched with anticipation. "Yeah… I’m game."

"Good girl. Meet me outside at 9PM. Dress sexy… and no panties."

The next night, Sie waited nervously outside The Den, a sleek, unassuming building in the city’s nightlife district. The moment Tyrone stepped out of his car, her breath caught—he was even more massive than she remembered, his muscular frame towering over her.

"Hey, pregnant girl," he murmured, cupping her chin and making her look up at him.

"You look fucking delicious."

Her cheeks burnt as she fidgeted in her tight red dress. "Thanks… What happens in there?"

"You’ll see."

Inside, the club was alive with raw, sexual energy. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable musk of sex. Black men, all tall, built, and hung, lounged on plush couches or stood in small groups, watching with hungry eyes as white girls—some naked, some half-dressed—got fucked right in the open.

Sie’s mouth fell open as she took in the scene. A blonde girl was bent over a pool table, moaning as a huge Black man pounded her from behind, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. Another girl was on her knees, sucking two cocks at once while a third man finger-fucked her pussy.

"Holy shit," Sie gasped.

Tyrone grinned down at her. "You like what you see, baby?"

She couldn’t tear her eyes away. "It’s… so much."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "And we’re just getting started."

He led her deeper into the club, his hand firm on her lower back. Several men looked up as they passed, their eyes lingering on Sie’s petite frame.

"Yo, T," a deep voice called out.

She turned to see four massive Black men approaching, each one more dominant-looking than the last.

"Sie, meet my boys," Tyrone said with a smirk. "DeShawn, Malik, Javon, and Dante. Boys? This is Sie."

"Damn, T, you weren't lying—she's fine as hell," DeShawn rumbled, his eyes roaming over her body.

She swallowed hard—every single one of them was packing beneath their pants.

"So… what now?" she whispered.

Tyrone leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Now? We show you what being a real black cock slut feels like."

Before she could protest, the men led her to a private room in the back—plush velvet couches, dim red lighting, and a king-sized bed in the centre.

Tyrone guided her to the edge of the bed, his voice a deep command. "Get naked. Now."

She hesitated for just a second before pulling her dress over her head, exposing her small, perky tits and shaved pussy. The men let out low whistles.

"Fuck, look at that tight little body," Malik growled, stepping forward.

"I call the mouth first," Dante announced.

Before she could react, Tyrone had her on her knees, her face pressed against Dante’s thick, veiny cock. She barely had time to open her mouth before he shoved himself past her lips, making her gag.

"That's it, slut, choke on it," Dante grunted.

At the same time, Malik positioned himself behind her, his fat Black cock pressing against her virgin ass.

"Hold still, baby; this is going to hurt for a second," he warned—and then shoved himself inside her backdoor with one brutal thrust.

"MMMMPH!!!" She screamed around Dante’s cock, her eyes watering from the pain of being stretched in both holes at once.

"Relax, baby, take it," Tyrone murmured, standing in front of her and stroking his own massive erection. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it?"

She couldn’t answer—could barely think—as the men began moving. Dante fucked her throat in deep, slow strokes while Malik pounded her ass with no mercy.

Then she felt another presence—Javon knelt in front of her, guiding his thick cock straight to her wet, neglected pussy.

"Goddamn, she’s tight," Javon groaned as he slid inside her.

Now she was completely full—cock in her mouth, cock in her pussy, cock in her ass. The overload of sensation made her whimper as the men used her, their deep voices encouraging each other:

"Fuck yeah, look at her take that dick."

"She loves this shit."

"Black dick owns this little white bitch."

Tyrone stepped forward, gripping her hair. "You love this, don’t you?"

Her eyes rolled back—she couldn't deny it. She was a Black cock slut now.

And when they all came—filling her mouth, pussy, and ass with their hot, thick loads—she knew she'd never go back.

The next morning, Sie woke up in the club’s private room, sore, sticky, and completely satisfied. The men were gone, but Tyrone had left her a note.

"Told you you’d love it. Now you know where you belong—underneath us. Call me when you’re ready for Round 2. –Tyrone."

She smiled, touching her still-flat belly.

She couldn’t wait.