"I am Mistress Asma El-Taib of Libya, and I will dominate the hell out of you," the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned, dark-eyed, Hijab-wearing North African MILF said, hands on her hips, as she stood before Samir Stephens. The big and tall, burly and dark-skinned young Haitian Muslim smiled nervously, feeling absolutely tantalized by the sheer presence of the bu...
I had English class first and I noticed my teacher, Miss Flint had some really nice, tight, horny pants on. They made her arse look huge and she almost had a camel toe. Me and my friends noticed it straight away and all the boys were distracted by her bum. She was flirting with me all through the lesson, I always managed to bring up the topic of my sex lif...
This story continues after Anna finishes her drive home from the park. Anna sighs deeply as she pulls into her driveway calming down after the events that took place earlier this morning. She gets out of her car and goes inside to change. Taking her dirty jeans and thong off, she pulls on a bikini style pair of pale green panties that are a little small ca...
Author's Note: This is a fetish story involving gross bodily functions. * I'm a gross person. I'm gonna tell you that right off the bat. This story is about the gross stuff that comes out of my ass, and the effect it has on people. I've always known there was something strange about me. Even as a little girl. Whenever I got done using the potty - I mean g...
What had started out as a fun hiking trip had quickly turned into a disaster. When we set out for Gallow Mountain, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, we'd planned a whole weekend around the trip. We packed up the car and set out on our road trip, excited to hike, climb, explore, and relax. Blake stopped and doubled over, his hands on his knees. He groaned audib...
Jacob and Andrew stood near the streetlight waiting for a cab to appear on the cobblestone street. As the rain came and went they'd lean back against the tan plaster wall of the pub, ducking under the slight overhang of the second floor. When the rain did fall it wasn't heavy, but the young men were dressed in their best clothes and didn't want them wet, the...
Susan O'Malley was never much of a housekeeper. She was, however, the best at dominating men, and women, young and old, delighting in bending them to her ways, usually a process that involved forcing them to drink her hot piss. Not usually - always. She loved exploiting the weaknesses of others. It played to her sexually controlling nature. Today, for exa...
One of the many things that Fatima Sayyid liked, no, loved about her lover Raul James was his immunity to intimidation. A lot of young men from any racial or religious background would be intimidated by a sultry 57-year-old Muslim woman who was exploring her sexuality, but not Raul. The twenty-something Haitian stud walked around the City of Ottawa, Ontario,...
Tara raked manicured fingers through her long chestnut hair as she sat waiting inside the tiny bus depot. Tugging on the handle of the lone bag at her feet Tara glanced at the clock on the wall. “Where is that bus?” she wondered to herself. Tara looked out the window, wishing for her bus to appear, and noted how beautiful the November sky looked. The weather...
Chapter 1: Mandatory 'choose your path' chapter The alarm in your phone goes off and you groggily wake up with a long yawn. You actually had a good night's rest, so technically you're all in good health to face the day, though that doesn't mean you're terribly excited about it if it's some boring stuff, like one more school day. Then again, whether it's scho...