Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
Author's Note 'Donna's Ultra-High Heels, Book 2' is a continuation of Book 1 and can be read without reading the first book, although it is highly recommend that Book 1 be read first since it would be helpful in understanding the character development of the main players. I tried to make the transition to Book 2 as seamless as possible by briefly summarizi...
Angela worked hard to empty her man's balls. She did not think about the cold concrete floor upon which she kneeled, or her aching jaws that stretched over the veins and skin of the magnificent black cock. All she could think of was how to make him feel so good he would let her be his girl again. Just a few weeks earlier , before she met Thomas, she was a s...
It's nighttime in April. Another long, boring, schmoozy Law function has ended. You have some work to catch up on anyway, and you hang behind to use the computers, offering to kill the lights on 3 before you go. A half-hour passes, and you finish your work. It's about 11:00pm now, and the building is silent. As you get up to leave the third floor lounge, y...
I've always loved stockings. I remember when I was a little girl I found a pair of my mother's old suspenders, from when stockings were the only option, in the dressing-up box. I thought they were fascinating and wanted to try them on with some stockings, but my mother still bought my clothes and there was no way I was brave enough – or rich enough – to bu...
He should have kept his left hand up. Caroline was a big girl-just over six foot, topping him by 2 inches-and the extra height brought her right cross over his guard to impact squarely on his eye. He saw flashing lights, felt the skin begin to puff up immediately. She hadn't pulled the punch. "You stupid cow! What the hell...?" She tried to say she was sor...
Firmly tied up to a wooden post, Mary Adewale screamed as Kristi Rand whipped her hard with the Black leather belt. Deep down in the basement of the Orleans townhouse they shared in suburban Ottawa, Canada, they really got into it. The big and tall young Black woman's screams filled the house. Short, slim and blonde-haired Englishwoman Kristi Rand laughed he...
We'd agreed to meet up for some fun, and Rachel arrived at my door. She was wearing the summer dress I'd bought her, and sneakers. I let her in, and we went through to the living room. "I meant to ask you," I asked, "what happened with the sexier panties?" "Well," she said, "they seem to like them, but not enough to justify the extra cost. It's still mostl...
This is My first work... It's based on a true story... If you liked it and would like a 2nd chapter let me know. Enjoy.... * * * * * They stand and face each other in front of the coal fire. They have just come back from an intimate meal out. She is dressed in her suit for work. He is dressed in a black leather. "Tell me your secret thoughts, lover", he...
I woke the following morning to find that Helena had already left. There was a note on the bedside table saying that she had left early to go home and change before going to work. I laid awake in bed for a while taking in the events of the previous day and a wetness crept through my pussy. I wondered if Phil, as he lay asleep beside me, was dreaming about th...