My story starts at my place of employment. Corri, my wife, showed up while I was training Jeremy on a new piece of machinery. Jeremy and I had worked together for quite awhile, and got along great. He was a good looking black man 30 years young. I didn’t see my wife walking up, but
Public Interracial Sex
I was so looking forward to my tenth year class reunion. It wasn’t because I loved high school; I had fucking hated it. I was too tall, underweight, extremely shy, I just hadn’t fit in. I was glad when it had been over. I had gotten a full scholarship to one of the best colleges.
My white boy was now lying on the floor at my mercy
I hate men, fuck them all, but I love their dicks. I love the way their dicks feel pounding in me, making me go crazy with lust. Black brothers fuck better, but white boys are more willing and eager. There was this time when I picked up a white boy at a bar on the
African Seduction of Three White Women
African culture regards the seduction of sexually active women totally different than that of the western hemisphere. Sadly, there are few laws enforced to protect women in some countries and this appalling practice of sexual humiliation has torn families apart. A lot of kidnapped women, wives and daughters, have been forced into prostitution and sex
Defiled Young Housewife
Something about Reggie made Christy uncomfortable. She hoped the huge, muscular black man towering over her husband would not make an instant decision, so she could discuss the matter further with Dave. They could tell Reggie someone else rented the room. Reggie had plenty of experience with young, well educated, white women like Christy. He
Husband finds out wife has been cheating on him with a black co-worker
Carol’s job was hosting a Christmas party. She decided to wear a skirt and no panties. I was turned on by the idea. The company party was being held at a hotel about a half hour from where we lived. She said that they expected about 30 people to show up. We arrived at the
Happy Finish xxx
It was the end of the dry season in Sri Lanka and the pavement temperatures in Colombo soared to 35C. I had been walking all morning site seeing. My tee shirt hung, sweat wet and limp, my underpants were wringing wet. I was tired of being hassled by tuk tuk drivers and sidewalk vendors. I
