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Wayward Asian Wife in Black Orgy

by tedwrangell on Jun 18, 2019
Interracial Love

Vanessa Chen stood on the side of the road in a city in Taiwan in the early morning hours waiting for her taxi, wallowing in shame and disgust. A miasma of cum and black male musk engulfed her, and she could feel semen leaking from both her pussy and anus. How many cocks had been inside of her tonight? Her hand went to her face to brush away her hair and cam...

Submissions of a White Wife Ch. 08

by broodmary on Sep 26, 2017
Interracial Love

Robert lead me naked like a dog on a leash to a table. There we had some drinks and snacks. From our table we could see three other white women being fucked by black men. I find that sight so erotic, to see white women submitting their soft white bodies to rutting black men. Those women were temporarily shackled as I was on my first visit to the club. I sat...

Wifes First Interracial Swing

by jdmd2626 on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

This is a true story. I've done my best to remember words said. This is the first part of a story recounting the most memorable night my wife and I had at a swing club. I knew this past Saturday night was going to be a memorable one, but I had no idea just how intense the evening would be. My wife Margaret and I had planned an evening at a swing club a few...

Afro Stress Relief Ch. 01

by llts1970 on Apr 10, 2018
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

My first initiation into the liberal culture of improving the Afro-american male integration into society through stress relief programmes such as AMIRAP and the strident feminist-driven attitudes of advancing minorities within society at the expense of the mainstream culture was in early 2000s. I was in my early-20s living in Oklahoma City, let's just say...

Kaylyn’s Trip to the Amusement Park

by MistressKateDalton on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

I've been planning this for some time now. A special treat for you, my Pet. I've instructed you to wear the pink satin shell I got for you, the black short skirt, fishnet stockings, garter belt, black satin panties, and your black pumps. You look so girlie when I pick you up. I am pleased to see you have your collar on as well. Since we are driving in public...

Black Couple's Slave Fantasy

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

My name is Cordelia Hall O'Hara. Friends call me Cordy, for short. I'm a tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Easton, in southeastern Massachusetts. By day, I'm a patrol supervisor with the Massachusetts State Police. By night, well, you'll soon be getting the whole bloody idea. Tonight, my beloved husband Paul O'Hara, (my favo...

Suzy's Open Marriage Ch. 01

by MKOOLPOP on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

This is a true story that has developed over the past 3 years. It is about our experiences with swinging and how it introduced us to open marriage, bi, and inter-racial sex. * I'm a career soldier and have been in the army now for 18 years. I've had a few bi-sexual experiences with friends while in my teens and early twenties, numerous one-night stand fuc...

The Good Girl Ch. 02

by LuxDominus on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"Pst... Morgan, you awake? C'mon it's time..." Delilah knocked gently on the door to her roommate's private bedroom. Morgan had drifted off to sleep not an hour earlier in another small puddle of sin. It was only after Delilah tried to open the door that Morgan began to hear her subtle reminder of her promise to help. She scooted out of bed and pushed up ag...

Dionysus Retreat, The Invitation

by sleeplesssailor on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened th...

The Alley

by LordBrynn on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

He knew, by the glazed look in her eyes, that she was high on something, or perhaps drunk, a little too much wine. Her eyes, blue by day, were dark now, almost midnight, glassy with whatever she was on. Her hair was a dark blonde in color, now tousled, and slightly tangled, hanging in ringlets around her shoulders. She was dressed all in black, a sheer black...