Chapter 7 – A black Apéritif You moved behind the Negro, running your fingers once again between his oiled buttocks and exploring the most sensitive parts of his body. His cock, already hard, stiffened as your fingers reached his huge scrotum. You crouched and peered between his legs, searching for the ligature which continued to restrain his genitals. Ca...
The Negro saw the bright lights across the street advertising the adult bookstore. He felt a stirring in his groin and he pushed down on his cock. He could use a jerk off session, he hadn't cum in a few days. It was a very warm night, and the rain had stopped, leaving the smell of wet asphalt in the air He went to the counter. "How much to go in the back?"...
Chapter 1: The Players Enter We entered the room together and quietly closed and locked the door - it was very dark inside and we sat down to let our eyes get accustomed. Slowly we could just make out the outline of a large iron bed in the centre of the room with a mattress covered in what looked like a black silk sheet. Two large cushions lay on the bed....
The next morning over at the Chatham estate, the nineteen year old Richard Thompson awoke in the guest house. He had been staying there for the last couple of days, visiting Rebecca Chatham, whom he was to marry. "Good morning mastah Thompson." Wilfred, one of the Chatham's older negro servants came into his room and undid the curtains. "Morning Wilfred."...
Pointing to the floor, she barked for the man immediately to fall on all fours an order with which he obediently complied, his cock dangling invitingly between his legs, but still restricted by the tight ligature. Bending over the man, the girl gestured that you should tug sharply on the leash to indicate to the man what he now had a new Mistress who he mus...
My name is Clarice Jensen. I was born in the town of Baton Rouge, State of Louisiana, in the year of our lord 1823. Born of a white male plantation owner and an African female slave. I grew up on the Jensen Plantation, from which I escaped in 1846. I ran away to the City of Boston, Massachusetts. At the time, the Northeast was considered a bastion of liberty...
Grasping the girl's thighs firmly in each hand, he lowered his head between her legs and licked her, drawing long deep strokes at each movement of his head. The girl gasped as she felt his thick tongue probing ever longer and deeper into her wet pussy and supported by the cushions underneath, she thrust herself harder and harder into the Negro's face. With...
I didn't wake until 9am the next day which was late for me, I showered, shaved everywhere and put some jogging gear on, with a pink thong of course, and decided to go for a couple of miles run. I didn't want to put any weight on, I needed to be nice and slim for those Afro-studs; shit I thought why was I thinking like this, it was all getting very confusing....
Chapter 5 The next day Richard and Rebecca had a pleasant stroll through the garden. "It was such a beautiful night last night. I woke up and just had to look out at the moonlight, I wish you could have been there," Rebecca held her arm around Richard's and looked up at him. "So do I," Richard looked over and smiled at his darling Rebecca, whom he was s...
After a hectic and traumatic weekend, it was Monday again, I was still in a state of shock after what had happened. I spent most of the day at my desk doing very little, and wondering if any of the loading bay crew had seen the photos of me kissing Drake's ass, but I thought they wouldn't recognize me, as I was fully made-up as a sissy in the picture, but I...