Theresa Brown is the name. I'm the Director of Athletics at Harris College, a historically black school named after the late E. Lynn Harris, a world-famous African-American author. The school opened its doors in 2011. Two years after the death of the legendary Black writer it's named after. And I'm at the helm of its sports department. I run a tight ship and...
My name is Christine Brown. I'm a tall, curvy and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a lawyer in the city, representing mostly people accused of violent crimes. Fighting for the clearly guilty when they can afford my fee. It's this lawyer's life. That's why I went to Suffolk University Law School after all. It's my li...
Several years ago I got an email at work that would change not only my life, but the lives of every person in the company I work for. The email said that Friday would be no panty day at work. I am typically of the conservative type so I decided not to give this little office game any thought. The office I work in is entirely women and we often play games tha...
There was a brief lull in the action as everyone adjourned to the bedroom, and Miss White took a few minutes to get things set up the way she wanted them. When she was done, Charlotte was leaning back against the headboard with her wrists lashed to the bedposts and her ankles tied to her wrists, leaving her spread-eagled and immobile. Cat was on her back fac...
Jenny slept on into the early afternoon, and when she finally woke up there seemed to be a buzz of activity all around her. She sat up in her bunk and looked around; all of the freshmen girls were there at the same time, a very unusual occurrence, especially on a weekend afternoon. Seeing Jenny awake, April came walking over. "It's about time," she said. "I...
Miss White preferred a late afternoon Thanksgiving dinner, and so that was what ABD always had. This year she put Sasha in charge of the kitchen, checking in occasionally to make sure things were being done according to her specifications. Jodie and Sofia were helping, though Nikki and Polly — somewhat to Miss White's annoyance — were nowhere to be found. O...
The next day Miss White attached the camera they'd confiscated from Jodie to her computer and uploaded the photos. She intended to return the camera to Dean Wilkins with nothing on it; it seemed symbolically correct. But the pictures were too good to just throw away. For several hours in the late morning and early afternoon she locked her door and scrolled...
Summary: Black seductress turns racist white woman community greeter. Note 1: This story is part of a series of white women submit to black women stories...although each story stands complete on their own. The first one was Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher which introduced our black seductress Janet as she seduced her daughter's teacher...me. Note 2: Th...
While watching Jodie lap away eagerly but clumsily at Jenny's pussy, Kristin ran one hand down inside the front of Jodie's panties. She was absolutely soaked down there, and it was with no resistance whatsoever that Kristin slipped one finger inside her, then two, then three. Jodie ground up and down on Kristin's hand while letting out a series of high-pitc...
Despite a lifetime of yearning, Jodie had never pleasured another woman before coming to ABD a couple weeks previously; but she'd had a lot of practice since then, and put everything she had learned into a concerted effort to make Miri happy. Miss White looked on, hand resting lightly on her lap, as Jodie burrowed eagerly into Miri's crotch. Miss White foun...