INGRID'S RENDEVOUS (m/f, preg, cons, ebony)

 

Ingrid’s Rendevous

Miss Ingrid Smith was a hard working professional by daytime, working her literal butt five and sometimes six times a day in the concrete jungle of Manhattan for an advertising firm in Midtown Manhattan. Born and raised in the concrete jungles of Sugar Hill, she clawed her way to what seemed to e the top, starting with a spectacular elementary school stint which netted her awards, followed by an intermediate one which put her in the honor roll, and followed by an even better high school academic record, of mostly straight A’s. All that hard work was enough to place her with numerous scholarships to the point where her mother didn’t even have to pay a cent out of her pocket just to see her favorite daughter succeed in life. 

Ingrid was born with what seemed to be a loving family, with her mother and father together since high school. She was the oldest followed by two other girls. When she was a baby, many people in the community awed and cooed every time they saw the bouncing baby girl, and when she turned one, she said her first word, “pizza”, to the delight of not just her mother and father, but many of her relatives. When she was two, she was already walking and when she was three, she was singing songs. Many thought she would be the next Phyllis Hyman or Diana Ross.Her mother and father, albeit didn’t legally marry, still stayed together until something happened, when her father somehow got caught in an extramarital affair to the point where the once seemingly happy couple was forced to separate, resulting in her father to leave the family, and giving a young, prepubescent Ingrid some grief and depression. Despite this, she excelled in her studies. 

During her teens, she blossomed from a cute girl into a little voluptuous lady. Her rounded, cheeky Cherokee face became more demure, her flat chest suddenly softened and rounded into potential lactating mounds, her waist narrowed, her hips started to slightly widen, and her derriere, with each month started to get very prominent to the point where even grown men old enough to be her father started to make once and even twice overs towards her blossoming young and gradually fertile body. Despite this, she didn’t really get a boyfriend until high school and was a bookworm who was determined initially on becoming a model/singer.

She participated in talent shows during her teens, and even did win a few talent shows, and modeled in her later teen years, baring her already voluptuous body in a one-piece bathing suit. Even though she was getting by almost every boy, from the athletes to the roughnecks, from the preppies to even some of the nerds, there was one boy she like and his name was Sean. He summed up the courage to ask her to the prom and it was a blast. She actually got her first kiss from a boy in junior high, but Sean seemed to be perfect: tall, dark, and handsome. She was so in love with him, that she ended up losing her virginity to him. 

Both Sean and Ingrid became so entrenched in their young love that Ingrid eventually became pregnant and gave birth to two twins just right before graduating high school. Despite this being a shock to her doting mother, she managed to finish high school with full honors and went to NYU on a full scholarship while her mother looked after her twin kids. Later on in her life, she graduated and managed to be hired by a prestigious advertising firm. She relished the job, and while at the time Ingrid was “too fat” to be a model and “too raucous” to be a singer due to her refined, but still obvious New York accent, she was able to secure a job which would not only take care of her and her kids, but be able to travel the country and even the world.

Twenty years later, her kids were able to go to college, and as a mother, Ingrid felt that she succeeded, however she felt empty as her old flame, Sean, was never really able to man up and fully take care of his obligations towards his kids. Despite having her own place, her own car, her own degrees, and her own status as one of the main adveritisers for her firm, she was never able to really find true love, and the men that were out there in NYC didn’t fulfill her lists but emotionally, mentally, spiritually, or even sexually, even though she was able to fulfill some of those sexual needs, but she needed a man who was going to be able to do more than just ravish her alone.

One moment, however, she and her girlfriends went into a bar and started talking about the men in their lives. Ingrid and her co-worker Keisha started talking about what they wanted in a man, and Keisha was more street than her and started talking about how she wanted a man the could “go downtown” and give her some that would “knock the boots off of her socks”. Claudine, a more refined and lighter skinned sister, started saying that she wanted a man that would appreciate the arts and opera music, while Phyllis, a darker skinned woman wanted a man that was in tune with his African roots. However, once a chocolate skinned man started to come towards the door and ordered a beer, all sights were set on him. Keisha loved his build, and told her girls that she definitely wanted that man to “blast her sugar walls”, while Claudine fantasized about how his chocolate skin would soothe her soft vanilla body and liquify to the point were her actual panties became moist to the point she thought she wetted her pants. Phyllis stood at awe, thinking that this dark skinned man would finally beckon to her calls after seemingly being rejected by many dark skinned men, however Ingrid seemed unswayed, even though deep down, he was a looker, and even then, her loins slightly tingled at the though of looking at this tall, dark, and handsome hunk of a man.

He stood 6’2’’, weighed 250 lbs, and was chiseled fro top to bottom, with the top being finely cornrowed, and his bespectacled eyes framed in sunglasses as not to be irritated by the bright neon lights, his smooth chocolate skin was apparent for the women to see, and he was dressed casually, with a blue polo shirt, a blue denim pair of jeans, and Clarks shoes. Each woman wanted him for their own carnal wants and reasons, however it seemed Ingrid was the only one unfazed, albeit her slight interest started to warm every time she laid eyes on him. She remember her one true love, Sean, and how both men were the same skin tone, then she remembered how some of the high school boys tried to holla at her, with no luck because she was driven to be the best in her family as well as trying to be the first to graduate from college, which she did, but looking at this man seemed to be the combination of Sean, one other cornrowed boy she lusted in high school, and plus a few men she slept with. She later on slept with some lighter skinned guys not because she was fully attracted to them but because of the hurt that Sean did when he got another girl pregnant. She wasn’t sure after that, but despite that, she soldiered on and raised those kids with the help of her mother. 

However, something increasingly sparked her interest in the man, when the man seemingly started to walk towards their table. Out of all the women, Keisha seemed the more animated about being picked by this chocolate hunk of a man. Keisha was a redbone and her girlish looks did get her a lot of attention, from mostly thugs to wannabe rappers to whoever was available in the hood. Claudine wanted this man to be hers, to knead and cradle her soft vanilla body, but her slight conservatively curved body did little to attract him and Phyllis was continue to hope that she would finally find her African king, but despite all her girlfriends wants and desires, it seemed that the man’s sights seemed to be towards Ingrid, who’s uncertainties about the man only piqued her interest about him. 

As soon as the man was within three feet of their distance, the four friends could smell a pheromonal scent which bombed their table. While all four of the women could smell his rugged smell, it seemed Ingrid was fully responding to his olfactory power and the only thing Ingrid could do was politely stand up and excuse her friends with her drink in hand so that she could freshen up, only to bump into the man, both butts bumping into each other, spilling her drink on her black outfit and look into their eyes, the man pressing down his glasses and carefully staring into her eyes in what seemed to be a hypnotic trance. “Excuse me”, she apologized.He responded, “NO! EXCUSE ME beautiful! I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t even see you there. Are you all right, miss???” “Yes I’m fine!” For a minute, what seemed to be a big mistake in bumping their butts together, seemed to be a mix of confusion and eventual attraction as the two started to converse first on who’s fault it was, then the man offering to pay for the spilled drink. And when Ingrid relented, stating that she could pay for another drink, the man stated that he’d help he out anyways.

“Look, it’s still my apology! I’m sorry that I didn’t notice you. Listen, sweetie, do you mind if I can get your name so we can smooth this out?” “My name’s Ingrid. And yours?” “Name is Benjamin. So where you’re from?” “I’m from Harlem.” “I’m from Brooklyn” As the two celestial souls started to talk first about the drink, then about other stuff, the other girls felt that Ingrid, we seemed to be the least interested in the man, was now slowly being enamored into the man’s psychological and spiritual embrace. Each woman doubted that Ingrid would get the strange, but highly attractive man on a date, let alone into the bedroom. Keisha whined, insisting that the man with cornrows was made for her, Phyllis bemoaned yet another dark skinned man left to choose another lighter skinned woman why Claudine wondered whether so should’ve been a bit more proactive, however Ingrid smiled and even giggled a little when the man and her started to converse. And when the man finally made a move and asked to “holla at her”, Ingrid gave her number to Benjamin, however despite giving her number to Benjamin, she let him know that she was still available tonight and while Ingrid did have her car and parked at the nearest lot, she told her friends that she had company, meaning she was with Benjamin for the night. Keisha, who was similarly just as shapely as Ingrid, was the most peeved off that she couldn’t get Benjamin, and felt that she could’ve wore something a bit more revealing, but the night belonged to Ingrid and she and Benjamin went out of the club while the remaining friends were forced to use the subway to get to Harlem while Ingrid’s love interest slowly and carefully drove down the Brooklyn Bridge in his 1994 Chevy Impala into a one bedroom condo which overlooked the classic NY skyline.

As the potential lovers made their way into the Downtown Brooklyn condo, she was astonished that a man who looked like he was from the projects could live in such luxury. “Are you surprised that I live here?”, he questioned. She responded, “No, but how could you afford such a place?” “Easy, I had a major lawsuit come to me a couple of years back, it was so much, I could afford a penthouse in booming Downtown Brooklyn.” While Benjamin didn’t want to disclose how much he actually made, looking at the modern crystal chandelier, the glass desk, the Apple Macintosh desktop, and a bookcase of different books from atlases, to history books, to business books made Ingrid seem that the man was more than just another ruff neck from the even more complex concrete jungle of Brooklyn. As the man showed up with two crystal glasses on one hand and another one of some merlot wine, he gave her one crystal glass and he had the other and opened the wine bottle and poured half a glass of wine for her and later helped himself with the same amount. “I still don’t know how you did it?”, Ingrid inquired, and while believing that he did get a settlement check, she was still still unswayed about how Benjamin managed to still purchase a penthouse suite in the booming area of Downtown Brooklyn. “OK, OK!!! I’ll let you in on a secret, I have. I’m a stud for hire. You know what that is?” “Uh, what’s that?”, Ingrid wondered, confused at the term although she perfectly knew what the term stud meant.  “It means that in addition to my job as a courier, which I’m also an owner, I’ve fathered different kids to different women, preferably to middle aged women”. Benjamin also had a standard that the women regardless of race had to be at least regular and decent looking with a small waist, wide hips, and a phat derriere. He spoke of his other obligation to women nonchalantly, even showing a scrapbook of the women and their children fathered by Benjamin. 

While Ingrid at first didn’t believe at the number of women he fathered from older black women in their 40’s and 50’ to younger ones in college, to Spanish women of various ethnicities, to your white women of brunettes, and even a few redheads, and even some Arabic women of Algerian, Egyptian, and Lebanese persuasion, she was shocked and she even had the disposition that a man was supposed to be to one women, but after looking at the voluptuous women of different ethnicities and how each women gave their bodies just to be impregnated by not just a virile man, but a god made in the flesh by the Most High, she could only wonder what could’ve been had she met Benjamin rather than Sean. Her loins suddenly heated with the merlot wine working it’s magic to warm her body, her nipples feeling hard and showing through her  shirt. Benjamin noticed her thick and curvy cinnamon flavored Cherokee molded body and gazed throug her eyes, then briefly analyzed her thick body from head to toe and back, and when the two finally locked eyes, Benjamin looked at her once more, and while she was sitting on his lap, slowly locked his lips onto hers, kissing her soft red lips and even sucking it, their lips the flavor of the merlot wine and the consistency of soft wetness. Her soft moans reverberated throughout the penthouse and Ingrid allowed Benjamin to touch the contours of her already soft body, with Benjamin  caressing the sides of her body from her natural breasts to her pudgy waist and finally to her lumpy hips. Her 54” hips and 38” waist was a perfect illusion for Benjamin’s visual wants and needs and her reddish, cinnamon flavored skin contrasted deeply with his chocolate flavored skin. Her Cherokee face alighted with his more regal African face and both should locked their luscious lips alternately admiring how both of them looked and the feeling of euphoria started to turn into unbridled, unconditional lust for the two.

After their lengthy kissing session, Benjamin took off Ingrid’s high heels and massaged for neatly manicured feet and without notice, smelled them and nibbled on her toes. She appreciated how his tongue felt on her toes, which each toe tingling, sending a shockwave of pleasure into her loins and processing it back to her head and back. Then both Ingrid and Benjamin stood up, with both of then gazing at their still clothed bodies, and Benjamin once again feeling on her body and now concentrating his tase at her waist. He noticed her belt buckle and unbuckled her belt, and finally peeling her capri pants, revealing Ingrid in white cotton panties which framed her derriere. He then slowly and gradually peeled her panties until it was down to her ankles, revealing a very smooth an clean cameltoe. He later one too off her top and turned her around towards her back and unhinged her brassiere, revealing her reddish brown breasts and her hard and excited nipples. He them revealed his body, his chiseled chocolate chest was now bare for her pleasure, his slight six pack was showing and the only thing left was to reveal what he was hiding underneath those gray Calvin Klein boxers, which he unraveled as a handsome black veined member with a pair of horse balls she thought may have been transplanted from a breeding stallion. 

Once they gazed at their bodies, they briefly kissed and Benjamin crept behind her, rubbing his cock between her butt cheeks gradually just to get himself fully erect as well as to please her derriere and her already warm cooch. He continued to rub his pistle between her inviting fleshy cheeks when she started to drip and dampen with pleasure. He sucked to skin on her neck both sides, and she softly moaned. He worked his strong hands, softly kneading her soft pendulous teats and working his magic on her nipples, making her moan even more. He whispered whether she wanted to taste his bulbous cock, to wchi she was more than happy to. She knelt down and slowly took the head of his glans and sucked like a baby drinking out of a bottle. She alternately licked and sucked his cock while measuring the weight of his balls with her left hand. She couldn’t believe how much semen he seemed to be producing, as his big balls seemed to make in a day what most men could even make in a week. She sucked and tried to get him off, with Benjamin showing some pleasure in his face, but to no avail, she couldn’t make him explode and tasting his horse balls but he was very sensitive and told her to stop, which she did.

After the fellatio act, Ingrid got on the bed and revealed her scrumptious ass and pussy, to which Benjamin palmed her cinnamon rump and kneaded it, feeling her soft thickness. He observed her puckering bunghole, her succulent cheeks, her ample thighs, and her mouth watering pussy, to which he kneeled down facing her ass and revealed her hot pink sugar walls with his thumbs and during the time he was carefully examining her moist femininity, Benjamin sniffed her pussy and her ass, the moistness and her slight perspiration creating her distinctive feminine pheromones which had a slight funk and flavor but once Benjamin traced his tongue down Ingrid’s asshole, she giggled and moaned uncontrollably thinking Benjamin was going to attack her pussy, but his lapping of her asshole made mer pussy even wetter and even creamier on some occasions, the taste of her ass a clean and nice combination of merlot, cinnamon and pheromones, making him stuff his face to worship her regal bottom. 

He them worked his tongue down to her pussy, savoring the pink sugar walls and sticking and fucking his tongue deep into her wetness. He did so, testing her and licking her clitoris just to find out where was she most sensitive at. He later reached both his hands and started to play with her nipples, rubbing then with his fingers while he toyed and played with her pussy. She started wildly screaming, her moans becoming even louder and when she shuddered, she moaned than she was going to come, with her pussy becoming even wetter. He stopped licking her and inserted his finger to playfully prod and feel her sugar walls, feeling how warm, moist, and most importantly, soft she was and popping her. His finger made Ingrid feel like she was a virgin almost and when his thumb started to rub on her clit, he rubbed and pressed on the public bone and this made Ingrid even hot. When he pressed with a slight pressure, her walls closed tight on his finger and possibly for the first time, she squirted on his finger, revealing a nice creamy come which would be used for natural lubrication.

After the oral acts were over, Benjamin mounted Ingrid and prepared to slowly enter her sacred temple with his member, slowly feeling into her wetness with is hardness, until he was fully inside her, savoring her warm, soft womb. He slowly concentrated his strokes, as both lovers felt like teenagers whose curiosity of sex seemed of envelope them into perpetual lust for each other. He continues to gradually stroke her, with his inserts starting to be stronger and his pull outs being very slow, feeling her walls squeeze his cock like a vise and before it seems like it was over, Benjamin sped his thrusts to go very quick making Ingrid cum and her walls squeeze his member with the strength of a boa constrictor. She felt that after all that action, she so badly wanted him to cum, preferably inside her, but Benjamin was only getting warmed up. Her moans were getting wild and her ass was softly jiggling as he palmed her ass like a baker was kneading dough to make some rye wheat bread. He continually thrusted deep until he slowed down his strokes, to the delight and the powerful screams of Ingrid. 

After doggystyling Ingrid, Benjamin lat her on her back and funded her missionary. At the same time, he reached his head over to her tits and sucked them, pretending that they were full of sweet maternal milk. He whispered in her ear that he wanted his son to be breast fed then wen back to sucking her inviting cinnamon nipples, and she started to cum on his cock again, hoping that her pussy would milk every last drop of come that he had in those big black balls of his but his cock was very strong and thrusted ever stronger as he played with her nipples while she went hollering, her wild screams reverberated into the Brooklyn night as his pelvic thrusts practically liquified Ingrid, her pussy producing a new batch of feminine creamy come for his cock to be lubricated in.

After Benjamin reamed Ingrid, he noticed how silky and how creamy his cock was and he displayed his cock to Ingrid, who was surprised that she came so hard and so prominently. They briefly shared a passionate kiss and after that, Benjamin out of nowhere lifted and carried her, with Ingrid wrapping her legs around his torso and Ingrid riding Benjamin’s horse cock for at least a couple of minutes. He continued to carry her with his pulsating cock inside her and sat down, now with Ingrid grinding him cowgirl style. Benjamin was trying to get off at the same time save his come for what he felt was be a grand immaculate conception but it seemed like Ingrid would finally have her way, slowly but sexually milking his cock with her kegeled and tight pussy bobbing up and down his dick. Benjamin finally gave up and both Benjaminand Ingrid both concentrated on making themselves orgasm for a grand finale. They both slowed down and gradually sped their stroking and thrusting, with Ingrid now quickly using the weight of her ass to make him come. “Please come inside me! PLEASE COME BABY!!! The loudness inside that penthouse as both lovers were vigorously working on their orgasm was insane and once Benjamin felt tightness came of both of his balls, he sped his cock to ejaculate his semen into Ingrid’s inviting womb. “OH GOD, BABY!!! I”M GONNA COME!!!” “PLEASE DONT HOLD BACK, LET OFF IN ME!!!” As both lovers made it mutual that they were about to come, both lovers embraced themselves by hugging and once Benjamin finally allowed his balls to give off a sticky, stringy shot of hot, virile seed, Benjamin let off a loud moan as both lovers were moaning as both of them were coming but when Benjamin started to finally come, his thrusts being the hardest , the ejaculation felt like his balls practically exploded, and once he finally done the deed of inseminating Ingrid’s ripe pussy with his select seed, Ingrid closed her legs tight around his torso as the final streams of come started to fill her womb full of some powerful sperm!!!

After what seemed to be an hour of unbridled passion, both Ingrid and Benjamin once again kissed, this time softly, their eyes once again comparing their faces and kissing each time alternately until Benjamin let off yet another stream of cum, albeit a much smaller load into her pussy. They both cradled each other on that couch, their love, sweat, tears, and juices practically was apparent on the couch and wafted throughout the air in the penthouse  while the NY skyline was ever present , sparkling the lights of the Freedom Tower, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Statue of Liberty, and many thousand upon thousand of other towers and buildings along that fantastic and iconic skyline. After he cradled her in his arms with his cock still inserted inside her for a good 10-15 minutes, he took out his semi-erect pens and they both walked into his bedroom to sleep together for what would feel like an eternity. Both Ingrid and Benjamin would watch some HBO for a good hour and once there was nothing good on TV, Benjamin would spoon Ingrid, his semi-erect cock now corking Ingrid’s pussy just to make sure that none of his precious creamy come would ever leave her womb. After the vigorous and perspirous sex session, both went into a deep sleep, their bodies left by their souls and each of their souls would go into their dream world where he would be on an island while she would be flying into could nine.

The next morning, as both lovers were deep in their sleep, Benjamin would find himself with Ingrid’s nude celestial body, and with his now hard cock halfway inside her. While admiring her sleeping body, he fully inserted his cock inside her and humped her sleeping booty for 10-15 minutes. He continued to do this while she was deep in her sleep, his balls creating a newer, fresher batch of sperm. After the 15 minutes, now he felt like coming, and once his chance was coming, he jazzed inside her already blasted womb with fresher sperm. After the session, he admired her thrice-blasted ass and fell asleep again as the NY sunrise was about to be prominent, taking him into another dreamworld, this time into outer space. Once 11 AM hit, both Ingrid and Benjamin both woke up, and noticing that both slept for practically half a day, both started to hit the shower and brush their teeth, followed by a nice brunch in the nude. 

Both of them embraced each other this time admiring their bodies while the sun reflected it’s rays on their melanated bodies. “So how did you like it?”, said Benjamin. “I loved every minute of it and I had so many dreams, it was ridiculous. First, it seemed like I was flying into heaven, and I started to see people from my family. Then the next dream, I seemed like I was in biblical times, like seeing Moses and Jesus, and finally it seemed like I was in some type of powwow, and there were man Indians there and they were all naked including myself” The weird dreams made for a new conversation, as Benjamin related that his dreams consisted of discovering new planets and traveling through new universes. Both of them laughed and Ingrid, still sipping the last of her coffee, inquired whether they should fuck again, in which Benjamin, already spent, this time led her in the bedroom, where they made sweet, soft love again. After the more softer lovemaking was over, both Benjamin and Ingrid wanted to stay but her work was going to begin on Monday and Benjamin and Ingrid drove into Manhattan to the lot where she parked her car and as he watched her walk into her parked car, they both waved at each other, knowing that it wasn’t going to be the last.

Month after month, it was obvious that her belly was getting bigger, until finally, at her middle age, it was already apparent the Ingrid was pregnant and expecting another set of twins. She couldn’t believe it due to the fact that women her age weren’t supposed to be pregnant but the doctor who made the sonogram of her fetus explained that the two twins looked healthy and that she could expect them to come anytime. One day at work, she went into labor and had to be taken to Bellevue Hospital, where she delivered a baby boy than for the first time, a bouncing baby girl. She could’ve been happier at the most for she longed to have a girl. Ingrid and Benjamin kept in touch and although they never married nor kept a solid relationship, she sent him pictures of the newborn babies and he could only be happy for her, as once again he did his job by impregnating yet another needy woman and Ingrid asked him whether he’d make a few more, in which Benjamin would actually do it for a very beautiful woman like Ingrid, whose soft, sweet, sultry, and seductive nature would make her, as well as many women of the world, receptive mother for the man better known to the voluptuous women as STUDMAN!!!