Becca never thought she would live to see the day where her proud husband would become dominated by a female. Most especially by a superior black female. The Arnold she'd always known never would have stooped to such. But since the day after they'd met black master Shango, that Arnold she'd over the years become familiar with had instantly gone away, disappe...
Like a lot of other women, I got my start into this lifestyle by my husband. He loves to surf the internet looking for porno sites and stories about sexual encounters. About two years ago, he started reading stories about creampies and cuckoldry. One day I came into the computer room as he was watching a DVD, a husband was being taught by his wife to eat he...
Part 14 Pool I As we departed the room, I was utterly shocked that Master was in fact going to make us walk through the hotel as we were. He walked with his slut in front and I brought up the rear, but following closely in tow. I kept my head down but could feel the stares and after walking by a large group I heard the individuals bellowing at our predicame...
Author's Note: On the 1st of January 2013 a story I submitted to Lit. was approved. The title was "Mercy" and it was set in a world similar to Europe in the 1800s. It is by no means historical fiction, so don't look for references that point out any major royal family member or recognizable landscapes – you may or may not find them. As I wrote that short b...
As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccsm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to th...
Chapter 6: The House of angNaveena Someone was shrieking. Mira heard from it afar, a desperate, muffled sound that penetrated her dreams and pulled her out of a profound sleep. She lay curled in the back of the wagon, jostled and disoriented. Her head rested on a lap, and a hand gently smoothed her hair, over and over. "There's always a disaster when angNav...
At Silky's Georgia's eyes adjusted to the light inside the bar. She looked around her but, even as she did so, she realised that it wouldn't do her any good. She was looking for her Master but she really had no idea what he looked like. She had heard his voice and seen his hands and his 'package' on camera but... *** His orders and her GPS had brought her...
This is a story of one woman's odyssey of sexual submission. The previous episode opened as Mary Beth McWorter, the widow of a prominent television preacher, suffered thru a frustrating lunch with the Alabama Governor and her current master Jimmy Carson who has seized control of both she, and the profitable TV ministry she inherited from her deceased husband...
This story has some typos and grammar errors. If that bothers you, move on. ***** Sunday afternoon finds Eric driving home from a great round of golf. He is on top of the world. He broke eighty for the first time. "I'm going home and get some pussy. Going to cap off a great day. I hope she is ready." As I near the house I see a strange car parked in the...
Hey, there. My name is Veronique Anglin. A six-foot-one, heavyset and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a patrol officer for the Brockton City Police Department. I've been working for the local police precinct ever since I graduated from the Boston Metropolitan Police Academy. Prior to that, I spent fo...