Later, we were both sitting on Marisol's kitchen table, bent over her Geometry book. She was still looking quite pityful, but no longer in major pain, only gingerly fingering the area around her eye every so often. When I had driven her home after class – she couldn't drive herself with her eye swollen shut – she had told me in few words what had happened....
Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...
Dear reader: As you read, please consider who won, Mrs. Huffman or Harold. * MARYJANE HUFFMAN turned on the television: Nothing but reruns of Law and Order. She shut off the television set . She got out the vacuum; no, she didn't really want to clean the apartment. She put it back. She slipped her hand past the elastic of her panties and began to diddle th...
NOTE: The students represented are all of 18 years of age. This story takes place in a student's senior year of high school. WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! ================================= As I closed the door behind me, I heard a voice coming from besi...
Summary: A lonely white woman in a gated community befriends new black neighbour. Note 1: This is a Summer 2019 Contest Story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for a massive edit to this story. Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. BBC Shemale: A Beginning "Thanks for stopping by," the very pretty black woman, m...
Chapter 11: The Solution Nancy has been taken to the hospital in an ambulance, suffering from a terrible, debilitating fit. We now rejoin our story, already in progress... ******************************* The next day, Saturday, Curt and Brandi visited Nancy in her hospital room. She had an IV drip in her arm, and a blood pressure clip on her finger. Ther...
My name is Dwayne Dexter. I'm an 18-year old African-American male from a major southern US city. All my life I've have been surrounded by despair and deprivation: too many friends and family on drugs, in gangs or in jail. But I'm lucky: I have phenomenal athletic ability, and can run, jump, catch and throw like no one else I know. I spent high school workin...
I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I cause. Many solutions present themselves, but are neither explored nor realized. I feel no sympathy, and remain far from empathy. I only feel joy fo...
Chapter 3 - The Finale Patty had never felt more slutty than she did at the moment with Mr. Roid's big black dick up her 18 year old asshole, as she sucked on Shaquille's 13 incher, and Ms. Cumming's tongue played a tarantula on her clitoris, all at the same time and everbody together. The video camera was running, and the tape would be posted on the intern...
"How the hell did we get to this point?" Brady asked his dad as they sat in the backyard with the sun beating down on them. Brady had been sitting there soaking in the warmth for about thirty minutes when John walked out and joined him. The two sat quietly for a few minutes before Brady initiated the conversation. John had stood at the back door for severa...