After the sexual humiliation she endured Julia started to have a new mine set. She began to understand that it was not her place to decide, and she was just merely a naked white slut who begs for cock. The next morning came by, and Julia didn’t even bother to wear clothes. Today, was lab day for Servitude 100 and simulation training for enslavement 110. J...
I've been reading a lot of stories on Literotica.com about black cock and how many people are fascinated with them, so I thought I would delve into it and list reasons why someone would be interested in such a gorgeous piece of flesh. Since most of the interest comes from white people, both male and female, and I am a white male, it will be from my perspect...
Hotel Florida was the most renowned seven star hotel of Paris. Mr. White the owner of the hotel was becoming rich because of the aura of the hotel. Mr. White also had a big casino at the basement. He also had a big restaurant. He has recruited many waiters and waitresses from around the world because his restaurant was a popular place for tourists because of...
The feel of his short but thick White dick sliding into my backdoor has me hypnotized. And I can't get enough of it. My name is Corral Lindenwood. A young Black woman of Somalian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And I am that rare Somalian sister who is secretly addicted to White cock. Just ask my boyfriend/co-worker Sean Gelling if...
My name is Fatima Johnson. A big Black woman living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I used to have a very different life. Back in the day, I worked for the Canadian Revenue Service. I had my MBA from McMaster University and I was well on my way to becoming a force to reckon with. At least in business circles. I was married to a good-looking Black...
Chapter 2: Party Continues Motown music continued to play softly in a living room in the mostly black Cleveland suburb. The exclusive little midsummer party had been going on for about a half-hour and was getting more relaxed and boisterous. It was a hot, sweaty, muggy August day. Partygoers came and went. They were still mostly the half-dozen black men an...
Mrs. McNeil paced back and forth nervously in her classroom, as she pressed out the wrinkles in her dark blue dress slacks. She wondered to herself, 'Am I making the right choice? Is he too young? Am I too old...or fat...or unattractive...or....' - she shook her head and inhaled deeply. The thought of continuing to cheat on her husband and possibly destroy h...
The stars are lovely this time of year, the sky as clear as looking through crystal makes you think that you can just reach up and grab hold of your favorites, and hold them twinkling in the palm of your hand. I always feel at one with these nights as the sky and I are both black as pitch. It's always late at night when I at last go out looking for some acti...
Cheryl Thomson arrived at Sherman High School in Potoxy, GA to begin her new teaching job. She was very excited to get this opportunity. While her husband Rob earned enough money so that she didn't need to work, she had gone back to school to get a masters degree in education and wanted to use it now that she finally finished the program. Rob was a trader an...
My name is Howard Alabaster but you can call me Whitey. I’m a young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Anyone looking at me sees a six-foot-two, lean White male with reddish hair and pale green eyes. I’m a lot more than that, friend. Being born into the Alabaster family of provincial Ontario has its privileges. My family owns a lot o...