If you enjoy this story please revisit my last two submissions: Naughty High Class Mom parts 1&2. Thank You, hotteeat60. I would like to express my thanks to istanbulnoir for helping edit this feature. Background In The White Trash Trailer Park: The following story is an account of the wild experiences that a friend of mine had fucking my trailer par...
I made the turn at Seaside Ave. like I did every afternoon after work, about a mile into my run. Everyday I tried to put in at least four miles. I left the weightlifting to Lis who ran about 15 to 20 miles herself every week. My wife was more of a morning person and our workouts gave us each a chance to be on our own for an hour or so during the day. Today...
This story is a continuation of the characters and plots developed in the story "Rebecca Becomes a Party Girl," Chapters 1 through 3 (under username edisonCaroline). This story will make more sense if you have read those chapters first. ***** I. Rebecca Gets Together with Karen and Jordan Rebecca was on her way to meet up with Karen for lunch, who had ind...
Another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. * My name is Paul, and I have worked at GMAF for about five years. I am 28, and have worked my ass off trying to get ahead. There is an opening for a junior vice-president, and I intend to have it. There are others in line for the same position, but I believe th...
I stood silently in the middle of my living room, surveying my very own new apartment with a weary satisfaction. I still had boxes of small stuff to unpack, dishes and books and the like, but the furniture and appliances were all in place, and the heavy lifting was more or less done. I felt a warm glow of pride as I saw it take place before my eyes, my first...
*Marie:* Patrick offered me his hand and helped me get to my feet. He was looking at me thoughtfully with his kind, honest eyes and smiling with his dimples on display. Patrick's smiles make my heart melt. He touched my face gently and said, "Thank you, Marie," just like that, and he meant it. I was thinking, "What a sweet thing to say. Little intimate thi...
My name is Adrian Kimber. I was almost born with, as people used to say, a “silver spoon in my mouth.” I say “almost” because when I was born my father had not quite made it to what he saw as “The Top.” I must have been about four or five when he finally got there, and became what they call, “Departmental Head” of a government department. Once he had reach...
This story is a continuation of Victoria, The Black Man's Whore, and like that story is dedicated to victoriap. The following morning Victoria woke up happy and refreshed. The memory of how she served the men the previous evening made her slut nature happy and self-complacent while the amount of cum she had been lucky to drink made her refreshed, at leas...
WE'RE ALL WHORES HERE... The sign as you enter my estate News reporter standing by the entrance to Whoreland... "It's called Whoreland. It's an estate that looks more like a small town. It's 100,000 plus acres up in the Hollywood Hills of hedonistic debauchery gone wild. Anything goes. Only one man rules this palace of perverted pleasure. And his name is...
This is the third story of the Cream Filled series. You may wish to read "Cream Filled" and "Cream Filled: Second Helping" first. I am very grateful to Kumani for editing these stories. * Thursday morning, the day after our first date, Stephanie remarked rather blandly as she sauntered past me through the Donut King's kitchen that she'd had a good time. Sh...