After Michelle got home she slept for several hours. Her body had some bruises on it, noticeably around her breasts where her customers had marked her large breasts with bite marks and bruises. A few hours after she was home her phone started to ring with voice and text messages. First was from her pimp telling her to call. Then the guy she had met who want...
Unfinished, white-washed walls, run along row, after row of mismatching tables. Worn and bulky, old things made of coarse wood. The air in here smells of smoke, with hunts of cider. There are no windows in sight, but the room is made visible by weak lighting; probably from a fireplace, somewhere out of view. Loose hay, from the bales used as benches, cover t...
Miss Jojo here. Everyone's favorite blonde tormentor. I'm reading a letter from my former submissive, Tamara. The butch Black woman I so enjoyed taming. Certainly brings back memories. I actually missed you quite a bit too, Tammy! I've been back to fucking with my young white women ( which I love) but I certainly do miss humiliating a beautiful Black Amazon...
Eric's shift ended at 10:00 that evening. He rushed out to his car without even bothering to change his clothes. He was on the elevator twenty minutes later, his heart pounding and his cock already hardening in anticipation. The old maid met him outside the elevator and led him down a hallway to the atrium. She relieved him of the small overnight bag he carr...
Author's note: To be different I decided to bounce back and forward in time with this story. ***** Candice Michelle smiled widely as she saw the name on her phone. It was ironic because she had been just going through her contact list and found herself lingering on the very name that was now flashing, although that was only partly why Candice was now smil...
"Mother! How could you!" Katherine was rebuking Helen, but Helen wasn't yet clear how much Katherine knew. "I know all of it. How could you cheat on Daddy like that? I know you fuck old guys like Paulsen, but why would you fuck guys my age? Why? Why?" All Helen could say was, "I'm sorry, honey. How did you find out?" Katherine said, "Arn...
Cindy and Sky climbed into the back seat of Tyrone's black Tahoe. The ride was a little rough due to the oversized wheels and tires. The windows were blacked out. Tyrone sat in the front seat with the driver who was thick and about six foot two; Tyrone called him Clay. In the back seat with the girls was Lex. He was about six four and thin as a rail. Soon L...
Sex is a powerful force, folks. Never underestimate what it can make you do. My name is Martine Saint-Pierre. A big and tall Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I have a secret to confess, folks. I am that not so rare mature Black woman who has a perpetual craving for White cocks. Make that young White men's cock...
We lost some of our lust for next other over the years of marriage but still loved each other. I always asked about any fantasy that she may have and she said she was very happy and didn't need to dream about things that would ever happen. We both are very much into attending our church and doing work for the church so you can imagine my shock when I discov...
Colors (1981) - Pt. 5 - Hot/Cold Cold day. Cold days are like mistakes, bound to happen and unpleasant. Made dozen mistakes last night. Amateur. Could have gotten killed. Didn't. Lucky. Dumb and lucky. Cold day yesterday, too. Did some field work from the back seat of abandoned taxi cab parked illegally in front of dumpster on one-way between Lorbo and Nol...