With infinite patience and candor, I looked lovingly into my husband Omar Ibrahim's eyes and inserted my gloved fist into his asshole. Time for my favorite Black stud to get fisted. Omar's eyes widened, and I paused, asking him if he was okay. Omar nodded, and gritted his teeth, urging me to continue. I nodded, and proceeded with care. Even though I've got s...
Maria gains consciousness to darkness. Something is not right. Her eyes are open but she cannot see anything. Faint yellow light filters through the fabric that covers her eyes. Even more disturbing, are her hands, bound above her head with large restraints. She feels the surface of wood on the back of her hands. She struggles against them but it only raise...
There is no doubt that her husband of two years is a wonderfully caring, understanding man. It's not easy being with a bisexual woman in an open marriage, but he handles it well. When he watches or joins in when she shares their bed with another woman he has an awesome time. When they share with other couples in bed, either swapping or through foursomes, it...
4 hours passed since I was bound brutally on Jack's table. My whole body was numb and my arms were turning blue because of reduced blood circulation. My nipples were hurting due to those paper clips. I was squirming trying to move my hands, Vibration was still going on and god knows how many time I ejacuated. Time to go kitty, everyone went home, there wil...
The man in the orange jumpsuit moved under the window. In the afternoon light, the woman inside the kitchen was focused on her task. She was at the kitchen sink taking care of dishes. She did not know that yards away the man crept around the side of the house to the back door. He tried the knob, and it turned. Soon he was inside. Quietly, he made his way thr...
I was left alone again in that room. It seemed like I was going to spend a bit more time tied to this infernal bed frame. At least this time I wasn't pulled apart, my muscles straining. After trying for the umpteenth time pulling at my bonds to make sure there was no hope of escape, I settled down and relaxed. I tried to get comfortable on the frame, but t...
This story is a work of fiction. Any connection with the names of the people in this story and with anyone in real life is coincidental. It is a fantasy of mine that I'd like to share. The story begins in a small town in western Pennsylvania. My name is Alex Peters and I am a recent divorcee. My ex-wife was secretly seeing a another man and felt she wanted...
"But honey, trust me. It's going to be so fun, so sexy, I know you're going to love it. Do this one thing for me just because you love me. You do love me, right?" There it was. The "if you love me you'll_________" trap. Fill in that blank as you see fit. Do the ridiculous honey-do list on what should be a restful Saturday afternoon. Learn to waltz. Spend th...
I spent the entire Friday afternoon distracted from my work by mental images of my wife in one kinky scene after another. The persistent erection that throbbed inside my boxer shorts left my inner thigh wet and slimy, and only helped to conjure up more images in my mind. I found myself re-reading the note ten or fifteen times: "Beginning upon your arrival ho...
Chapter 6: "Beauty and the Beast" Jenny Summers, devoted wife (devoted to black cock) and mother (of a teenage slut for black cocks) crept down the stairs with her big, black baseball bat (which had just been inside her pussy moments earlier). She stepped softly, but still her enormous breasts and round ass jiggled about sexily beneath her see-through night...