Harem Hotel is a brand new kind of inter-dimensional reality show! The premise is simple: six or more contestants, plus a master, will be whisked away to a private resort in which they must compete against one another for the affections of a single master (whether they want to or not). The master could be anyone, but the contestants all share a connection to...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...
I want to thank everyone for reading, voting and commenting on our story. I submitted the first six chapters, and Rebeccasm submitted chapter 6 through 12. I will be submitting chapters 12 through 18. We have both worked hard on this series and as such both deserve to share the postings. Hopefully you will visit both of us and enjoy the series. As I mention...
Kelly tapped her fingers against her notebook as she waited outside Mr. Jenkins office. She was a little nervous. It had all started yesterday, when her freshmen college class had gotten their midterm grades back. She had gotten a B, good for most, but Kelly was not happy with an average score. She approached Mr. Jenkins, her professor for African studies, a...
Neither spoke as they dressed. Each reluctant to speak of their feelings of sadness at having to be apart. Cassy walked with him to the front door and as he turned, she fiercely wrapped her arms around his waist. "I am glad you came. It was nice." Her words light in contrast with the strength of her grip around his body. "Little one, it is hard to be apart...
A lot of people think that what I do is fundamentally wrong. They think that as a black man, I especially shouldn't be doing it. Personally, I don't think so. Seriously. My name is Randall Brownstone Jr. and this is my latest business venture. I am the owner of The Dark House, a special interest brothel located in the town of Reno, Nevada. Basically, wealthy...
So Francesco's girl friend Michelle worked at a ladies' or girl's wear boutique, and when her hours and Master's free time coincided we went there. She was petite in stature, short blond hair, green eyes, slim and small breasted. She was dealing with a customer when we walked in, Tark wearing army fatigues and t-shirt to reveal his muscularity, and I wore no...
My name is Fatima Johnson. A big Black woman living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I used to have a very different life. Back in the day, I worked for the Canadian Revenue Service. I had my MBA from McMaster University and I was well on my way to becoming a force to reckon with. At least in business circles. I was married to a good-looking Black...
“Make sure your makeup and hair are perfect for tonight. We are going for the record.” That was all the instructions Master had given her when he told her to clean herself for display. They were going to the club, that was obvious. Master was going to do something with her on stage. That also was obvious. But what? It wasn’t a slave’s place to know what he...
This is essentially a true story, recollected to the best of my ability. It doesn't happen often, but once in a blue moon, your fantasies become reality. The Introductions All my life I wanted to own a beach house. Not just a house near the beach, but on the beach, overlooking the ocean. When I sold my software company for almost 12 million dollars, I had...