WARNING -- CUCKOLD STORY Now that I have taken care of pussy. I can continue my story. "My pussy is yearning to be fucked by your magnificent cock. Please fuck me." "How can I say no to a beautiful lady like you?" My husband started to panic. He knew there was no stopping the inevitable. His virginal white wife was going to be plundered by this alpha mal...
"We can't tolerate another season like that!" "Unacceptable!" "It's an embarrassment!" "We've got nothing on the inside!" "Something just has got to get done!" The ten old white men continued to yell at each other across the large oak table. The boosters of the Brockton Baccalaureate College football program were always passionate when discussing their...
T. sneaks into the spare bedroom long after everyone in the house is asleep, eager to make some sexy content for all of her wonderful, devoted listeners. But the BBC inner debate was still fresh in my mind and I just couldn't get the thoughts out of my head. And the fantasy came out so organically, just thinking about the gorgeous people of color that have...
Ever since we met in college, I was wary of what other people would say about my girlfriend. As a nineteen-year-old sophomore, Annabelle was the girl that seemed innocent until you got to know her. I had known her since late freshman year of high school and had watched her blossom from awkward young petite blonde with absolutely no sexual experience to extre...
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Chapter Seven: Another Day in Chantel's New Life. It's 7:30am and the alarm clock goes off. I awake to my first morning in my new sissy slave home and life as a sissy maid and slut. I get out of bed, stretch and strip nude for my enema and shower. My butthole still hurts from last night's gang rape session, but I won't protest, nor do I really wish too. In...
I thought I'd take that time to write a little recap of one of my favorite sexual memories. This was about 3 years ago. We were partying a little bit too much back then. We ended up drinking and hitting the slopes one afternoon and we had the great idea to head down our local XXX Theater. She wore her Bordello heels and this dress that has a design that mak...
The Bill. The Bill is on Tuesday nights. We always watch the Bill. It's our favourite TV program. It's our routine. I finish the washing up stacking the dishes in order of size from the back to the front while Susan puts the children to bed. I take my shoes off, clean them, place them at the end of the bed and put on my fleecy lined Ugg boots. I sit back on...
I stood behind her; one hand explored her large breasts and pinched the hard nipples while the other slipped easily in and out of her wet pussy and onto her clit. My wife had always looked good in heels and the stilettos she wore made her just a little taller than me. My fingers traced along her black stocking tops, along the garter straps, back across the l...
I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's...