Black Owned Tattoo Stories

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I Have a Plan-Plans ALWAYS Work Ch. 04

by TX_Fun_Dr on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

All characters are 18 or older I Have A Plan -- Trust Me -- My Plans ALWAYS Work -- Chapter 4 OR -- A 36 Year Old PHD Mother Can Learn To Just Let Go After our Mother Daughter good morning fucks by our man Stan the super stud, Valerie and I paraded around in the kitchen totally naked fixing us all a lite breakfast with Stan's cum running down our thighs....

Mean Girls Rule! Pt. 01

by Wifeowner on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

This is a story about a middle-aged female physician surrendering herself completely to a beautiful young resident. It contains more elements of humiliation and degradation than actual sex. If this is not your cup of tea, please do not read on. For everyone else, let the depravity begin! ***** Dr. Victoria Reynolds awoke with a start in the pre-dawn darkne...

Grace Ch. 11

by MissRileySapphire on Nov 30, 2017
BDSM

"I have a gift for you," Richard says kindly. Another gift. He is so generous with me and I hardly deserve it. "Richard, please, you're letting me stay at your house. And you already gave me this tattoo and this," I pause "bracelet." I rub my hand around the braided red leather doubled around my wrist and smile, remembering when I had pretended it was a c...

Adult Trip Pt. 04

by cuckcpl4play on Jul 18, 2018
Interracial Love

Master released me from the tree and quickly positioned both hubby and me on our knees next to one another. He handed me a brief and simple contract and ordered me to read it aloud. Obediently I read the contract as demanded. "You have agreed to be Master's dirty married white whore for the remainder of Master's trip, subsequent trips to this hotel where...

The Ivy Ball

by Azhyre on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Anita glanced around the amphitheatre, absorbing the sights around her. She sat on the very inner edge of the raised seating section- in front of her the floor sank to form a lowered stage, with a podium at its center. The ballroom had a number of entrances, each a lavishly decorated archway, with two matched grand staircases leading to the balconies in th...

Meagan's Story Ch. 01

by TX_Fun_Dr on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

All characters are at least 18 years of age * Chapter 1 - Getting to Know You OR - Yes -- I am a Size Queen Cougar I guess introductions are in order. So Hello, I'm Meagan Swan, 32 years old, a highly accredited high school math teacher and well, I LOVE to fuck -- young hard HIUGE cocks to be precise. Guess that makes me a COUGAR and I'm ALWAYS on the pr...

Ink!

by OneWhoKnows on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

My name is Joe. I'm going to tell you a story. No, not about me, I'm just your "average Joe". But I have a friend who is really something else! His name is Leonard. His friends all call him Leo. Leo & I worked in the oil fields in south Texas. I'm a roustabout while he is a high rigger. I don't have any special talents, but Leo is an artist. Not a painter...

I'm So Proud Of My Children

by qhml1 on Sep 11, 2017
Loving Wives

It was pretty easy, actually. once I got the proof. I suspected my second wife of something...something I couldn't put my finger on. You know the feeling when something isn't right but you can't say for a fact what it might be. I've always felt it was some subconscious part of your brain that picks up and analyses stray facts until it finds a pattern, and t...

Blacked for the Holidays Ch. 03

by BlackMadonna on Dec 10, 2018
Interracial Love

Three My life had been completely turned upside down. In less than a week I had gone from sweet innocent angel, to black cock addicted whore, and I was coming up with less and less reasons to fight my desires. Once Isac had gotten that obscene cock of his in my body he had begun to twist my mind and drive me wild with desire. He dominated my thoughts, and w...

A Black Man in a World of Young White Couples Ch. 03

by husband101 on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

A Black Man in a World of Young White Couples, Part 3 It was early, slightly before dawn, and, as was his habit, Garrett Jackson had sat up, stepped out of bed, stretched out briefly to loosen up, padded into the kitchen for the coffee that was waiting for him, and now sat in his living room, looking out over the city vista below. Though the view was entr...