Her name was Kaitee. Kaitee Bust to all of her co-workers. Her job, simple. Fuck on camera. Strip clothes so some horny 13 year old boy could wank off at night. She liked her work; she didn't hate her work. Average. Mundane. She enjoyed the fucking for sure. That was great. She remembered her favorite scenes. The times when guys with 8 inch cocks or 9 inch c...
Following the nightmare encounters with Grace in my home town (corrupting my memories of B and invading my parent's home like a monstrous orphan cuckoo) I was keen to hurry back to the southern city. I could not face my parents after fucking my father in the ass and drinking my mother's impossible twenty years too late milk, and the vision of Grace, bloated...
This is a continuation of Black Controlled Society, Parts 1 and 2. Please read those stories for background to this part. This is a story of fiction and all characters are 18 years and older. The Exam Twenty year old tommie was led to a medical exam room by a tall, thin, cute aide. She was in her early twenties, about 5'10" and 115 lbs. She was wearing tig...
It was Wednesday and Joan Hughes was closing up the library. As the chief librarian it was her job to collect all the books that were lying around and put them back where they belonged and also to check all the computer terminals were closed down so she could turn them off. Joan was a lady in her late fifties. She had never married and had worked in the lib...
I call him my Bugle Boy. I do not remember his name. Our encounter was so brief, but still it ranks as the best pure fuck of my life. I was thirty nine, a professional and a single mother. I had given up on love. Instead I preferred casual encounters to feed my prodigious sexual appetites. My favorite was the occasional gang bangs that I enjoyed with a clu...
How do you meet a black woman, well, more specifically, how do let her know you want to sink to your knees and eat her? I simply didn't see enough of them where I used to live. There was one who regularly visited the supermarket, a grey-haired elderly woman but she had a ring on her finger. Now I have moved to Folkestone there seem to be even less of them...
I had a serious problem. I wasn't getting laid and my addiction to online porn was not only starting to take over my life, it was also triggering the hell out of me, causing endless sexual frustration, and a rising sense of desperation to find someone, hell anyone, to have sex with. Now I'm no prize catch. I've always been awkward and tongue tied around wom...
When I was 18 years old, my neighbor Mrs. Tillman asked me to come over and help her move some boxes in her closet. I had always had the hots for Mrs. Tillman. She was a very attractive white woman. She was around forty-eight years old, about 5’10 with auburn hair. She had a big fat ass with wide hips, and a nice set of plump tits, that you would love to sti...
As the door closes and I hear the locking mechanism click into place, a small sigh of relief escapes me. Finally I am in the safety of the motel room, registration is complete and as best I know, no one has seen me drive into the motel lot, and I don't need to worry about if there is a vacant room available for early access on a Saturday morning. Immediately...
Austin came home on Friday... like every other Friday. My kids were ready to go to their father's house and I told him to take them. The house would be empty and I could no longer wait to extract... revenge? No... too strong a word. Satisfaction. Now there was a word to describe the myriad of thoughts running through my brain. I had gone on the computer an...