I got a call from my cousin Pete. He is my cousin from the wealthy side of the family, whereas, I am from the poorer side of the family. Pete invited me to a frat party at his college. He goes to a real college. It is a very prestigious university and people from all over the world go there. You would recognize the name if I told you, but, I probably should...
Note: This story is about scene setting and exploring ideas, it may form the basis of future stories (perhaps from others?), but if you are horny and after a quick wank it is probably not for you. (May I recommend Descent chpt3). * * * * * Sarah climbed out of her classic Mercedes in the twilight of what had been a warm sunny day. The sound of an approachi...
Note: This is a script made in inspiration from Illustrated Interracial's comic series, "The BBN". BBN stands for Black Breeding Network, and it is a satire on modern news reporting that focuses on all matters related to white women getting bred by black cock. This script is unofficial and currently not planned to be made into a comic by the illustrator Fobb...
You walk into a unmarked building alone on a warm August night. You read an advertisement on Brazzers website, giving a phone number on how to apply to become the next big thing in porn. You didn't believe it, but you decided to apply anyway. And when Saturday came and you realized that you had nothing better to do you decided to go to the address that the m...
First off, it doesn't really matter what my name is, does it? In this neighborhood, people don't much use formal names anyways. When you're a drug dealer and small-time thug like me, it's probably for the best everybody only knows me as Buzz. That's a nickname I picked up while in the army during the first Gulf War, the first and last time I got out of this...
„Oh mein Gott, was wollen die denn hier?“, seufzt die 36jährige Mary-Ann. Sie sieht aus dem Küchenfenster, wie vier schwarze Jungens aus einem klapprigen Chevy steigen und auf ihr Haus zukommen. Die Kerle sehen in ihrer schlampigen Kleidung wie Ghetto-Kids aus. Mary-Ann erkennt ihren Anführer wieder, einen gewissen Tyrone, der nach dem Footballspiel in der v...
Thrashes of light sporadically washed over the pulsing milieu, unrelenting high-hat flourishes tapping their teeth while the vibrations of the kick drum bounced their heads fore and aft. Their bodies were a vessel containing a dearth of gleeful sensory overload. Dozens of the turned-on were turned out to imbibe in the full gale-force trauma of a mere night w...
"I can't believe this kind of shit still happens in 2016," Lily said, exasperated. Her husband, Leon, just looked at the racial slur spray painted across their mailbox and shook his head. Lily had noticed it after her run. The blonde white woman stood, sweating and pink in a blue sports bra and multi-colored tight running pants with her IPhone sticking ou...
This is a fictional story and all characters are fictional and not based on real people. All characters are 18 or over. The story does contain some hard core BDSM play and some racial play. If that is not what you enjoy reading, please do not read. ***** "Who is that white man talking to the curator and the mayor?" Deenisha Jefferson asked her co-worker....
For the next few weeks things stayed pretty much the same with Sholanda. She would meet up with me about thrice a week at my house and demand at least four or five orgasms every time. She slowly grew more dominating and I was happy to let her have her way with me. Eating her creampie had become a regular activity that I had to do every time that I came in...