Sweet Heather was an 18 year old senior in high school, she had a boyfriend and that was her only sexual experience, except when the blue-eyed-blond masturbated to her favorite fantasy. She squeezed her 34C breast as she read interracial sex stories on the web. She longed to be taken by a black stud or a dominating black sex goddess or better yet, to be fuck...
Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming dream vacation, a two-week photo safari in Equatorial Africa, with great excitement. The trip, long in the planning, was something both had worked hard to make possible. Rick, now 34, was ten years into his ideal career as an electrical engineer with a major aerospace firm. Donna, three years his junior, h...
WARNING: I'm bent for black; that means that I'm straight except when it comes to black men. I guess with the limited terms available to us you could say that I'm bisexual. I don't reject the label because I'm ashamed, I just don't think "bisexual" does a very accurate job of telling the story. I a, turned on by all types of women; the only find black men at...
The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 5: One Hot Blonde Gets A Big Black Cock In Her Ass ********** October 03, 2009: Saturday, eight days after the shadow man came into the dreams of the women of Coxville. *********** Jenny Summers' mind wandered as she squirmed uncomfortably on her bed. The past week had been frustrating and horrible. On Monday, a dis...
Brenda lay in the pastor's bed next to him, his black cum leaking from her stretched married pussy. She felt exhausted, full, slightly ashamed, but mostly aroused. This black bull had used his 11-inch veiny cock to stretch her in ways her husband could only dream of. Her eyes were closed, and she was reliving the past 20 minutes when she suddenly felt Max's...
It's strange to be writing this story. I've written a number of stories that focused on the African continent but this one happened to a woman I met in the states. I had just spent 16 months in Nigeria working with British Petroleum but was transferred to New Orleans to explore for oil and gas for platform rigs. It was a Saturday afternoon when a friend and...
Prologue Hi there. My name (of course, changed for the obvious reason that I am not suicidal) is Jones. I am a black male, I work as a janitor at this all white school. I live in a big city nearby, and have held my job in this rich white satellite town for about 6 months. Basically, since the Man let me out on parole. My life is a typical tale of the youn...
The bead of sweat was so simple yet so fascinating. It rolled and ran like a living thing, navigating the smooth tan skin and exquisite curves of the woman's body. I didn't know where it came from and it didn't matter, all that mattered was its journey. It hastened down the strained muscles of her neck as if it was in a hurry to negotiate the pass between he...
The white wife lay beneath the black stranger in his bed. Her legs were spread wide and her hands gripped his muscular arms. The black stranger's cock was beginning to push ever so slowly into her married pussy. The guilt she felt in the betrayal of her husband of twenty-four years was easily pushed aside by the compelling need to feel the large black cock i...
For the past few months, Patti has been teasing me about her friend Julie, telling me that Julie's husband has been bringing home several different black men to meet Julie. I told Patti he must be doing that because Julie liked big black guys, and Patti agreed, knowing that Julie and Dave, the black custodian at work, were always hanging around together. I t...