Opening the door to the shabby, cubbyhole-sized bathroom, Jessi quickly reached out to grab my hand. She was seated on the toilet with her legs parted. Her left hand dangled between her legs, ready to pull the nozzle from her anus. "I-I'm...gonna poop, big sister," she said, her eyes searching mine for some kind of approval. I did my best to meet her g...
NB. This story contains graphic descriptions of a girl's bowel movement. If you are in any way put off by this please do not read further. ***** IMOGEN'S ANUS CH. 02 - IMOGEN'S RELIEF I fell into a deep sleep with Imogen that night only to be awoken at some time in the early hours by Imogen suddenly climbing out of bed. "I REALLY need to go to the toilet...
Hello, there. My name is Amelia Styles. President of McGee & Gerald Enterprises, a billion-dollar multinational manufacturing corporation. I am also a member of the International Coalition of Women's Social Clubs. All of our members are women from different classes, countries and backgrounds. We gather once a year for our well-being. Black women, white women...
I had popped into a cafe for a cup of tea to while away the time as I was awaiting the camp bus. It had been a fruitless night, the women had not fell for my ruthless charms, not as they ever did. My mates were forever telling me I would dip out in a Soho Brothel. 'This someone's seat?' 'No, Mate. Help yourself!' 'Obviously you didn't click with a lady-f...
A true story I've been asked what it's like and all I can say is it just happened and it was more erotic than I could have imagined. We'd been out with friends at a bar that night, came home tipsy and horny, and were getting ready for bed. I was in the bathroom, naked and taking a pee when my red-haired darling barged in--bottomless and wearing only her b...
Hello, there. My name is Amelia Styles. President of McGee & Gerald Enterprises, a billion-dollar multinational manufacturing corporation. I am also a member of the International Coalition of Women's Social Clubs. All of our members are women from different classes, countries and backgrounds. We gather once a year for our well-being. Black women, white women...
My name is Mary Marmalade. A six-foot-six-inch-tall, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed chick with blonde hair, alabaster skin and green eyes. And I absolutely love my big and tall, gorgeous and masculine black boyfriend Jeff Strokes. That's why I'm currently on my hands and knees, with my plump butt cheeks spread and his ten-inch bla...
I woke from a rumbling fart and eggy stench from the pillow I had been sleeping on. I looked up and remembered where I was and what had happened. Fabonita had kicked Carol out of our bedroom and made me sniff her gas while she took a nap, and I slept with my head on her bum. Her farts must have put me to sleep as well. It was now dark outside and well into t...
My name is Jeremy Johnson and I am what they call a hunter. I'm a big and tall black man and I happen to have lots of money. I inherited it from my wealthy Haitian American businessman stepfather Antoine Johnson after he died. If you were a twenty-year-old, tall and good-looking, healthy black male who suddenly inherited one hundred and five million dollars,...
The air was three rods white. Light that was hot and crisp that bounced around our heads. We walked to a large room in the wing of the house. The entire place seemed empty but we locked the doors anyway. We spent what felt like fifteen minutes setting up the room and fucking. She was half a girl I once loved in high school and a stranger. One followed the ot...