You are my sweet Tamara, a gorgeous butch Black woman interested in exploring her submissive side. And I'm Joelle, the blonde-haired white bitch who can make it happen. You will receive what you are given, First you must kneel before me and lick the full length of my strap-on. Then when I snap my fingers, you must present your ass for me to inspect. By that,...
(Ff, humil, etc.) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. Thanks to honorary Frogwart Witches Academy graduate Erika for the editing. (c) 2001 Couture * * * * * Harriet's itching had almost disappeared after her rendezvous in the bathroom. However, as soon as she went to her next class and her...
Without a doubt, you were the sexiest woman I had ever had the privilege of fucking. You had a real woman's body, strong with just a nice layer of softness that accentuated your glorious curves. And how exquisitely your curves fit in my hand! Whenever I got within reach of you, I had to have your softness in my hand. I didn't always indulge myself, out of r...
It was a long day and night. Classes til noon, then lunch and an afternoon and evening of Parent conferences. My first year teaching, but I came to the profession later, after a life in sales, and just knowing I needed to give something back. I have a full schedule of History and Economics to a thoroughly unappreciative gaggle of freshman students in a publi...
All characters portrayed are 18-years-old or older. ***** Susan opened her eyes and cringed. The light was too much. Too bright and too loud, and it made her head swim in a little puddle of dull regret as she looked across the tousled bed at the mess she'd made last night. Her plan to go out and find something young and eager didn't go nearly as planned, a...
The skin padding the lower half of my palms was rubbing raw, as was that on my knees and the top of my feet. My back aching with the weight of carrying my lover as she rode me about the house. Filled at one end with a long, thick plug, adorned with long strands of black hair that waved and swayed between my legs; the other with a hard, slightly slimy leath...
I had a feeling about her the instant I saw her. She had just moved in and was busy directing the gorillas the moving company hired. She looked to be about fifty, but only if you're a woman. Most guys would probably peg her at no more than late thirty-something. I'm a woman; guessing another woman's age is a genetic thing. They'll never get it right. My fam...
"Mrs. Long?" I stuck my head into the office, my thick blond hair falling into my eyes. Through the shiny golden haze I saw Mrs. Long, the guidance counselor I'd been assigned to. She was sitting behind a large oak desk, and she looked up at me and beckoned for me to come into the room. "Come in," she said. "How can I help you?" She was a black-haired woma...
So there we were, standing naked in front of Jenna, our bodies shiny with an earned sweat and the room filled with the smell of lusty enthusiasm. Jenna kicked the door shut behind her as she twirled her key chain on her finger. She was smiling triumphantly. She eyed Helena's naked body. "Nice," she said. "It's even better in person than on video." She point...
I let myself into her flat with my own key. No doubt she heard me, but nevertheless I crept into the spare bedroom, unslung my rucksack, and began to get undressed. This room is never as well-heated as the rest of the flat, and it was a chilly duty to stand there naked, laying my costume and accoutrements out on the bed. Not only were my nipples standing out...