Okay, finally getting around to rewriting my first attempt at writing a story. In the defense of my first attempt, it was my very FIRST attempt so of course it sucks compared to others on this site. That having been said, any and all comments are still wanted, though the more constructive the more wanted and welcome. ************ Brian sat watching his bob...
NOTE: This is the continuing story of Susan, a white housewife, 45 years old, seemingly addicted now to Black cock. She's serving not only the farm labourers, but now many others who she's introduced to by the Blacks she's already fucking. She's the go-to fuck for a growing network of Black men who trip over themselves to slide their massive cocks into her....
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. I lay back on the bed and thought of the happenings of the past few weeks while the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club premises cl...
The story is about an experienced Mistress who filters through an interview a subject who is looking for a change in his life and in the process she makes his submissiveness surface and hopefully turn him soon into the slave she is seeking. I sincerely thank Mistress4one who has helped edit this story. ******** I'm having one of those moments in life w...
This is a continuing story and all participants are well over the age of 18. All names have been modified so that the guilty, or rather the actual characters of the story, do not become the envy of their neighbors. To fully understand what has happened and how this love story between a Master and his new slave develops please start with the first chapter. Pl...
My name is Christi Clark, a married mother of two who is getting back into the working world slowly by turning my dance background and yoga hobby into more than just my recovery from childbirth, but my new business opportunity. I had become certified as a yoga instructor, as I had been a dance instructor, but what I wanted to target was other young mothers l...
Chapter Twenty Three Intrepid - 3754 C.E. "Isaac, isn't it?" the Special Operations Officer asked the naked man sitting on a chair opposite him and who was gently restrained by a low intensity force field. "And where do you come from exactly?" The Holy Crusader might have been defeated but he retained his pride and dignity, despite the humiliation of his c...
This is part one an autobiographical series. I used literary license to expound on some of the details and I changed some of the names. But the basic premise is true. Liza reflects on her life and her conversion from innocent to slut, and the comments she makes to herself are denoted in italics. Her husband's intuitive skills awaken her cravings for sex—or...
Angel picked up the remote control and muted the sound on the monitor of the solitary cell she was watching and answered the buzzing private phone line. "Dark Angels," she answered. "We've got a problem," said the voice on the other end. "What's wrong, Bob." "The beamer's on a lease." "So what?" "If they don't get their payments, or the car back, they'...
Adam awoke in a strange but comfortable bed. The sheets were of fine linen and the bedposts were large and ornate. He might have thought he was in a luxury hotel except the décor was distinctly feminine, more like a woman's bedroom than a hotel room. A redhead in a French maid's outfit was also in the room. His first glimpse of her was of her bottom (barely...