Copyright 2012 by madengineer3 Note to reader: If you are a member of a religious group that stresses lots of rules concerning every day life or adherence to an ancient life style, this is not a story for you. However, if you understand that morality has always been somewhat related to the general culture this story shouldn't offend you. If you do not belie...
The blinds and noise canceling headphones only came off when the 'fasten your seatbelt' sign flashed off and the engines powered down. Squinting, Bobby adjusted to the sudden brightness of the cabin even though he knew the sun had long since set. Looking around, he saw several nearby passengers staring at him curiously, many grinning and smirking. He'd been...
Lying on his back with his legs in the air and drool dripping down his mouth, Prince Ahmed Hassan was exactly where he knew he should be. The six-foot-three, beefy young Saudi Arabian Prince stroked his eight-inch cock as his wife Princess Dhakirah Dahab worked the strap-on dildo deep into his asshole. Smiling gleefully, the plump Arab woman teased and taunt...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Hello, brothers and sisters. How are you today? My name is Aamina Tilahun, and I'm a young Black woman of Ethiopian descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Gondar in the Republic of Ethiopia, though my parents moved to Canada mere months after my birth. I'm as Canadian as maple syrup, as they say. As a six-foot-o...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2017/September 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************************************...
Part 8. The Ceremony The wedding of Natasha and Scott was definitely not going to be traditional. Natasha made this clear from the very first day. For the few family members they each had left, their business associates, and the diminishing number of vanilla friends they had, they concocted a story of impulsively going down to City Hall and getting married....
**Chapter 1. Growing up Oh my where to begin, I imagine it is best to start at the beginning (or as close to it as I can remember). I grew up in a relatively medium sized east coast city living what some may call a normal life with two sisters and both my parents. Growing up I was always into sports and when I entered middle school I had begun to focus on b...
Chapter 1: The End of Slavery It had been two months since Debbie had been sold into sexual slavery with Beth, and she was becoming very depressed. She had thought that she wanted to be a full time sexual slave to a dominant woman. And, she now is serving as a pussy eating, sexual slave to her friend, Beth. And, her best friend, Marion, was also serving sim...