Queen Of Spades Stories

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Imagine This

by Dark_Passenger on Jul 11, 2018
Interracial Love

Imagine this: You and your wife are out at the local bar. She is displaying her perfectly sculpted 34 year old body in a tight dress. Her large, round breasts bulging out of the top, the tight material showing off her toned, white body, and large but firm round ass. The dress stops too short, showing off too much of her shapely white thighs. A black Queen o...

Made in Manhattan

by brethard on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Ray couldn't help noticing the Queen of Spades tattoo on the leg of the beautiful young white woman smiling and waiving at him from the bar. It was the universal signal: this woman loved black men and couldn't wait to get fucked by them. Ray smiled and waved back. This young lady was really hot, with shoulder-length, reddish-blonde hair, pale skin, and gorg...

I Bet More than I Should Have

by Willowifey on Jul 31, 2019
Group Sex

"You look fantastic!" Said my husband while helping me out of the cab. "The dress fits you perfectly." I was so proud about how I looked. Especially today. When my husband, Tom, told me about the corporate party, I was scared I wouldn't have anything nice to wear. The last time we were at the ball was before we got married. And that is 4 years ago. My old...

Pretty Little Summer Dresses Ch. 06

by Mylipstoyours on Oct 15, 2018
Erotic Couplings

The next day I was awoken by a ring on the doorbell. I turned over and pulled the pillow over my head, not wanting my sleep to be disturbed just yet. There were a further two rings, followed by the sound of someone rapping on the door with their knuckles. "Sod it," I thought, throwing the covers off me. I was naked, my clothes from the party strewn on the f...

The Grudge Fuck

by Just Plain Bob on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

The best piece of ass I've ever had -- without a doubt -- was a grudge fuck brought on by my being stupid and yes, there is a story behind it. +++++++++++++++++++++ The story starts in the seventh grade on the playground after school. A bunch of us got together to play a pick up game of softball. It was the fourth inning and I was on first when Norm Sniede...

Adventures of a Young Black Man

by Revan7 on Sep 23, 2019
Interracial Love

My name is Adam and I am a 22 year old black male college student in my final year. I am 6 feet 4 inches tall and I have a well toned ad muscle body which I spend an hour a day in the gym to maintain. I'm a sporty and active person. I play soccer several nights a week and on weekends. I spend two days a week at college training in physiotherapy. When I'm n...

I Remember Bethany Ch. 02

by rondori on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) * Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 't...

Challenge Continues

by nwcpl on Sep 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Saturday night one of the company limos picked up Jill and Sheila to take them to the airport where a helicopter whisked them at twilight a 30 minute flight brought them to Jon Piers ranch more a palace Tommy had told them he had not exaggerated in addition to the three story "ranch" house the ranch covered over 30 square miles it had three Olympic swimming...

I Remember Bethany Ch. 02 (Illustrated)

by rondori on Sep 13, 2017
Illustrated

(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) * Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 't...

Queen of Hearts

by Silvercatseye on Aug 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The cards riffled between my fingers with a soft whirr, the results of way too much practice. Even with the haze of cigarette smoke that filled the room and made breathing problematic, I could see the fingers of the man across the table from me. They were never still, those fingers. Of course, when they belong to a professional card sharp, they never are....