This story is about the day in a life of a black man in a fictional world where black men are the extreme minority but drown in pussy. It is a complete work of fiction, with all characters at least 18. Heavy elements of submission, raceplay, breeding, financial domination and cuckolding follow: *** Demarcus woke up to the sound of slurping and the most pec...
Disclaimer: All the character are 18 years old. All events, characterizations depicted are completely fictitious. Prologue: A sliver of sunlight made its way through the closed curtains and fell on the master bed which was a tangle of disheveled white sheets and naked bodies. There were three people lying on the bed, as naked as the day they were born. The...
The ending to this was difficult, so I just did. Let me know if I can add to it, thank you. Sonya Hardaker was on her hands and knees, or rather her head was down and turned sideways as she fought to stop being driven forward. She was on her extremely expensive Persian rug, in her enormously expensive home and the cock in her was driving her increasingly m...
CHAPTER ONE Friday afternoon, I finished my last class, grabbed my backpack, and ran for the bus. It pulled up as I reached the stop. "Return ticket to the city," I said, paid, and took a seat near the back of the bus. Two hours later the bus was heading under the Lincoln Tunnel. The first view of the New York skyline was always a thrill, and as the road pi...
This is a femdom story with the themes of foot worship, financial domination, hypnosis and mind control. If that’s not your fetish, please don’t vote this story down, please hit the back button instead! It’s a black comedy for feeble foot-fetishists, pathetic paypigs, mindless addicts, abject losers, weak-willed wankers, hopeless chastity slaves, hypno jun...
Chapter 1: From Buccaneer to Billionaire. Jay was amazed at how rich David's family was. They were not even rich, they were wealthy. The terms that people in the hood used for describing someone's money couldn't even apply to them. You could not talk about a long ass grip, a fat ass stash, a gang of ends, or a big ass stack of dollar dollar bills y'all. J...
This is the first story in a trilogy. See below for the titles of the other two. I used to visit my grandfather Anders regularly when he was an old man and bound to a wheel chair. His brain was still sharp and he entertained me with stories from his life. He was a handsome man, tall and slim. He had done well for himself and lived a luxury life. My grandmo...
Author's Note: This story contains content and themes that may be disturbing to some people, such as nonconsensual sex, violence, and mental illness. Reader discretion is advised. ***** In all honesty, the feeling of being captured was not nearly as bad as the feeling when I realized I had lost track of how long I'd been in their clutches. It marked the p...
"I feel like I'm in gym class again," I said as I tugged the blue mesh vest over my t-shirt. In school we had called these weird hole-ridden garments "pinnies" for some obscure reason (there were never any pins involved), and I had no idea what the official name was, if there was one. "I know," said Josh. "Isn't it awesome?" I looked at him in disbelief. O...
If you've read What Happens in Vegas 03, then you'll know Stacy has accompanied her husband on a work trip to Vegas. She was left to fend for herself as her husband Brett was otherwise occupied resulting in various indiscretions. ****** Drew stood up seeing the vision from the other day walk towards the pool, "Hey Stacy. I've been wondering where you've b...