Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * Jessi DeVille jiggled onto the floor of the Kit Kat Klub, her large, unfettered tits swaying proudly with every step of her 6inch white stilettos. The flowing silk skirt she wore was little more than a drama...
It was only a week after my punishment that I was expected to go back to the black club for the formal initiation that would make a white sex slave of me. I was to be owned by the black man called Robert. His plan was to bred me as many times as he could; my womb would belong to him. I also knew that my initiation would involve me being tattooed and collare...
Dedicated to Susan Business was good, the money was not rolling in but we were more than comfortable. The permanent makeup side was so busy that Sally had to take on an artist dedicated to just doing the tattooed makeup. I had been on several television programmes, showing my alternative look and been invited to attend well paid sessions with psychiatrist...
Every morning, before her husband and son woke up, Kirsten ran. She slept in her sports bra and running shorts, partly because she'd read in a fitness magazine that it helped motivate athletes to move first thing in the morning, and partly because it helped mask the fact that her husband, Greg, paid little attention to her body anymore. In the winter, she...
Steph woke up and looked at the sleeping form next to her. Her first thought was of her husband, Phil. But a split second after that thought entered her head she realised that it was Amanda her girlfriend sleeping next to her. She thought about how much in love with Amanda she was and also of the situation she found herself in. It had started when she was f...
"Whatcha got?" Frank Kerman asked. "Snuff flick... possibly," Bob Yorke replied. He held up a jiffy envelope that was a bilious beige colour. 'Snuff/Skin Flick' was written on the side in black marker pen. "Fake... almost certainly," Frank said. "I know, I know," Bob said. "You know what the young uns are like. I keep telling them over and over—snuff fil...
Special thanks to all the editors that helped me with this one. Jen litgirl, sexy tat, and DevilsRapture. You guys are great. I sat at Mark and Debbie's kitchen table, staring at the patterns in the oak. I was feeling somewhere between elation and shock. A little over two hours ago, I had been on Teardrop Tonya's porch, my swimming trunks around my ankle...
I hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I have enjoyed telling my story. Are you ready to hear the rest of the evenings delights? Master had his driver, yes, he had a driver in front, his Hummer was really a limo with the cab completely separated from the rear compartment. Well, he hit the intercom and told his driver to take us to his apartment. He tol...
My Dearest Betty, I write these words tongue in cheek, as you know I hate you and I know you hate me. After your malicious lies got me fired, I have been plotting revenge and now I feel I have it. It gives me great pleasure to inform you I have been fucking your husband. Not only fucking him but also using him for my pleasures and debasing him into deeper...
It had been several weeks since my wife Pat and I had heard from the Boss. As you may know the "Boss" is the only name that we had for the leader of a gang of black thugs that had been using us for their sexual pleasure and profit for a few months. During that time Patricia and I had been forced into a number of different sexual encounters with the Boss and...