Last Friday – Two Black Cock Sluts I woke when Samuel called me over to the bed. Jaye had his Black cock down her throat and was drooling heavily. "Get missy ready!" I got down between her spread thighs, washing out her cunt with my tongue until the smell shifted to "Woman in Heat." She was starting to moan regularly and her juices were flowing when she...
Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
"So she's here already?" Bill asked as he stared at his uncle's house. "MMMMMMMM" "For the rest of the weekend?" he continued. "MMMMMMMM" "She's expecting me?" "NNNNNNNNNN" "Oh, that's fine I guess. Probably won't change things. She got divorced?" "NNNNNNNNN" Bill stopped asking questions as his balls started squeezing rapidly, preparing to release a...
The average Black woman living on the continent of North America or the United Kingdom is deathly allergic to bisexual Black men. While the White community is slowly becoming more tolerant of gays, lesbians and bisexuals, the Black community is actually regressing on its stance on sexual orientation. It's not just homophobic Black males who make life hell fo...
Meet Karima Ali-Rosenthal, a forty-something Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Duluth, Minnesota. She's six-foot-one, curvy and big-bottomed, with mahogany-hued skin and neatly braided Black hair. Karima is a woman leading a double life, although you definitely wouldn't know it to look at her. By day she is a contract instructor at Duluth Co...
The heat was rising off the asphalt in waves, radiating upward like a shimmering cloud. It was so hot that it could cause an optical illusion if you stared at it too long. The man in black knew this, so at random he would take his eyes off of the road in front of him. After all, it was Dallas in the middle of August. A summer thunderstorm had blown through t...
Reese Harley drank from the stream. The water was good so he urged his horse to drink as well. It had been a week since he had left Mrs. Dodd's ranch and he had thought about her often. He missed her lush body. The ride had been hard but uneventful. Long dusty travel. Suddenly, his horse raised his head. Then Harley himself heard the two horses approachin...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) ***** "Is that your booth over there?" Joana thought that she recognized a couple of Thomas's friends from the chess club. "Oh, yeah that's it." Thomas looked over at the members of the chess club standing next to the glass dunk tank filled with water. As Thomas...
(based on the Gorean Fiction of John Norman) It was an unusual night in Schendi. It was raining, but that was not the unusual thing. As a pure matter of fact, it rained most days in the sub-equatorial city than it did not. The same was true of the nights. Even the seasons were marked by the rains. In the cooler season it rained a great deal. In the hotter...
At the direction of the host, each of us white males made his way to kneel in front of the woman he had brought to the party facing away from her naked form. As I walked down the line of stark-naked, splayed and open white women, I made sure to leer, at least quickly, at their opened thighs and to appreciate the beauty we had brought to sacrifice at the alta...