Camilla arrived at Luvlee's at about ten to six that Friday; when she got to the bar, she got naked as usual. A man with a suitcase walked up to her and asked if she was Camilla. When she nodded, he told her he was a photographer, and he opened his suitcase to show her his portfolio. She wasn't impressed with the quality of his photos, and when she gave him...
I'll admit that when I first met her, I didn't like her. Who am I talking about? Stephanie Mendes. The six-foot-tall, sexy young Black woman who tried out for the Blackstone University Varsity Cheerleading Squad and became its Captain. Why didn't I like her? It had to do with her almost supernatural beauty, her extremely bossy ways and her attitude. Now, don...
Gina left her yoga class and felt like she was going to burst if she didn't go confess to her friend and confidante about her naughty fun. Gina and her hair stylist Camilla had become very close over the last two years. Gina found some excuse to go to her about once a week. Gina's nails, pedicures, haircuts and waxing kept Camilla very busy. Camilla didn't m...
The name is James Vaucresson and I'm the self-proclaimed King of the Haitians down in my city. Why? Simply because I rule the place. Everybody does as I say and nobody messes with me. It's partly because of my charm and also because of who I am. The athlete who put the town on the map. A tall, good-looking, well-hung ( and proud of it) young black man living...
"Lady, shall I lie in your lap?" Akemi asked Camilla as she lay down at Camilla's feet. "No, my lord," Camila answered, affecting maidenly modestly. "I mean, my head upon your lap?" Akemi asked. "Ay, my lord," Camilla answered. "Do you think I meant CUNT-ry matters?" Akemi asked. "I think nothing, my lord," Camilla answered, again, affecting bashfulness...
Serena and Rose--those chubby, radical feminist lesbian lovers in the mythology class--walked into Club Ritz on Saturday night, looking lustfully for Camilla, their former classmate. They'd told each other that their reason for coming into the strip joint was to get Camilla to see how 'foolish' she was to allow herself to be objectified, but their real reaso...
Hey, there. My name is Jacob Celestin and I'm a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man's college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I'm definitely not havi...
Candi pulled away and pushed against Camilla, "get up, not yet!" She looked directly at me, "Let's do more drugs then can I do this my way?" Camilla lay on her side fondling her own breast, I rubbed my hand over her bound cock, fascinated by it. Candi was half sitting up, her skirt up over her waist, her hair messed up and her shirt coming undone and all twi...
"How'd you get in here?" Mr. Pierce angrily demanded. "My office is always locked. This is an invasion of privacy." Holding up a skeleton key she'd recently bought, Candice retorted, "So is filming girls showering." "I see," he said as he sat on his chair, with overwhelming shame smeared all over his face. He just sat there, speechless. "I personally don'...
Troy guiltily pulled his cock out of Camilla's arse as Collette, her mother and his fiance, angrily watched. "You were fucking my daughter in the ass?!" Collette yelled, shocked at the sight of Camilla's stretched-open asshole. Quickly losing his erection, Troy put his underwear and pants on. Knowing there was nothing he could say to placate Collette, he t...