"If I ever deal with a Black man again, he'd have to be different, I would need a Black man who can admit he eats female ass, and isn't afraid of my damn strap-on," Madina Ali said, and the tall, curvy and scantily clad, masked young Somali Muslim woman smiled at her unseen audience. Got them freaks right where I frigging want them, she thought with a happy...
Myra has had me, Jack, the one and only, wearing a Confin (chastity device) for three weeks now. She had announced brightly that she'd only have sex with me if I wore it. She'd read about using one in a little porn book passed around between her and her friends. I think they thought it hot and entertaining but only Myra got it into her head to actually liv...
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone for your really encouraging feedback on my series so far. I hope you enjoy the next part of the adventure. -Ice ~ I was being an exceedingly volatile bitch today. The European Winter with its cold and infinite darkness was really testing me. I longed for the big open blue skies and the blistering warmth of the sun. E...
I met Matt in a basement bar below a cheap hotel in Kensington. My first impression of him was that he was rather fat, my second was that he was a cheapskate. He asked if I was hungry, and when I said yes, he bought me a bag of crisps! Still, he also bought me three large Proseccos, and as it was a quiet Wednesday evening, I agreed to go back to his room wi...
Fatima Bhatti sat in her living room in her nice townhouse in the City of Nepean, Ontario, watching a soap opera. She'd been watching Days of Our Lives for decades and could never get tired of it. Still, on a day like today, her favorite soap did nothing to assuage her mood. She was feeling quite lonely. After raising two adult sons and a daughter, and adapt...
I put on my short skirt and tight blouse and left to go home to get some rest. It was around noon, a nice day and I decided to walk, because I figured it would loosen up my tender pussy, thighs and ass, after all, I only lived about a half a mile away. With each step another squirt of cum would leak out of full pussy, making soft sloppy spurting noises as I...
It is 10:03 a.m. on the office clock ... I am late for our meeting. I hastily enter the boardroom where already the chairs are filled as they sit waiting impatiently for me. They are business people .. men and women .. they number eight in all. I enter and lock the door behind me. I remove my clothes. In this soundproof conference room I am the only one nake...
My name is Kyle Blanchard. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Massachusetts State Police Officer. One of the many patrol units keeping order in the cities, towns and highways of the Commonwealth. At night, I'm something else entirely. What am I? The answer will surprise the hell out...
Annabel gazed at the slim back and arse of her young master as he strode naked and powerful towards his dressing area, his grip on her wrist forceful but not bruising. He didn't like bruises, or true pain, nor did she herself. What he did love, and what she too had discovered that she adored, was the red paddled behind of one who served him. Most mornings th...
(TongueLust asked me for it and this is the third installment.) * She hated me calling her Princess. Princess, as you the reader know, is the twenty one year old slut who has nine "Daddy's" as she calls them. One of them happens to be my best friend who owns the bar that I first met her at. The other eight are prominent people in our college town who de...