Interracial


The Armoire

She kept on making him hit her. It wasn't her fault-he knew that. But sometimes, after a few too many, Amy would show up and remind him of how fucked up everything was, just after he'd been able to drink those voices quiet. Afterward, of course, he always felt bad, I mean, since he was so much bigger than her. He never hit her hard, but it still sometimes left a mark. So to make it up to her this time, he promised to buy her an antique, because her damned little snippy-assed sister Rachel kept going on about all the antiques her wussy little boyfriend Scott was buying her.

Wife Gets A Lesson

I had just transferred in and didn't know a sole at my new high school. I was just starting my English class and was introduced to the class by my teacher, Donna was a blonde, nice tits and with a nice ass. As I asked around, I was told that Donna married some Hispanic guy a year before. Okay class Donna announced, this Keith a new student, please welcome her I am sure I will have fun teaching him and you will help him if you don't mind. Anyways, we got into the last ten minutes of class, Mrs. Gutierrez announced that we had a project due in three days, the assignment was to write about your favorite thing and we could include pictures or drawings to help illustrations.

A Special Threesome for Cindy

While we normally confined our sexual activities with Bobby and Ellen Thompson, we occasionally had the opportunity to "free-lance" a bit. One of these occasions occurred when I got a phone call from Dave Gordon, an old army buddy of mine. After I finished my tour in Vietnam, I had the opportunity to be assigned to Germany where I was worked in the S-3 shop in a supply and services battalion... an "S & S" battalion. Shortly after I got there, Dave came into the battalion and took over as the commander of the GS maintenance company and we began our friendship. We met again a few years later when we sat next to each other at the officers' advanced course at Fort Lee.

Bow Down to the One You Serve

Naomi groaned as she tried to lift the case of Jack Daniels and make it up the steep stairs from the basement to the bar. She'd been working at the nightclub for about two weeks and nothing she seemed to do made her boss happy. She needed the job though and worked as hard as she could. Mitch saw every little fuck up, every thing that went wrong he was right there for but if something went right, there was no sign of him. He berated her constantly telling her that if she didn't start doing better she could find another job.His words only served to make her more nervous. Chicago was a busy town, sure, there were a lot of bars and night clubs but The Lagoon was one of the best and busiest.

Dana gets Fucked Again

It's been 2 days since I (Mark) fucked Dana and my dick is still thinking about her. Her pussy felt so warm and good that I just have to figure out another way to get to that wet moist snapper pussy. It's like 8am in the morning and I had today off. I jumped out of bed buttnaked with my long black pole swingin left and right. I put on some grey sweatpants and a white wifebeater. I run downstairs to the kitchen to get cereal and while I'm putting milk in my bowl I see Dana husband leaving out the house and getting in the car. "Hmmmm, this seems like a perfect opportunity to pay Dana a visit" I said to myself. I put on my sneakers and headed out the door.

Pretty Black Girl in a Bar

I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKERSince some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....MilkerOne night around midnight, I was sitting in a bar when a very pretty black girl came in, sat down next to me and started hitting on me. She was one of the prettiest girls that I'd ever seen, black or white, and I really couldn't figure out why she was hitting on me, especially since I was white.

A Duplex

I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER. This is a rewrite of one of my earlier stories, and I hope that you like it better. Milker I'm fortunate enough to own a little house, that has a nice little...Duplex, on the same property. And that little...Duplex, has given me nothing but pleasure, for the last 15 years that I've owned it. I never rent it out to a couple that's older than in their 20's and I always make sure, that at least one person in the couple is black. I have a thing for black sex, I don't know why. I'm a little old man, way to old to have sex. I'm a voyeur.

The Convention

Deana sat looking at her computer screen, her mind drifting back several months to the first night she worked as a well-paid whore. She was well seasoned now with a lot of experience about men. Her current fetish was black men. Their big cocks made her tremble with lusty desires. They all came to her for one thing; her hot, shaved, white pussy. Once the word got around that she was married, Deana became very popular with the older men. She looked over at the sofa where her friend Lucy was sleeping. Together they have worked as personal escorts, if you know what I mean. Why not, they had to pay their bills. Deana personally had more than a hundred thousand dollars in her private account.

Perfect Wife

The third person I ever had sex with was my husband so you couldn't call me promiscuous. I lost my virginity aged 18 during a drunken student party and I was not at all impressed with the whole sex thing. The second man came along two years later; he was my first long term love, well a few months anyway. Then there was Paul, we dated; we got engaged and eventually married. I didn't know and didn't care if our sex life was good or not, it was good enough for me. We had and still do have sex regularly and he brings me to completion more often than not, I was content. We were celebrating 10 years of marriage and my 35th birthday with a foreign holiday.

My Daughter's Boyfriend

"I'm sorry Evelyn. I forgot all about it and I promised them. I've been putting them off for weeks," my husband Gordon explained. "I'll just go and be back by tomorrow evening.""Fine. Go," I told my husband. "I'll have Ashley mow the lawn.""Well, there's just one more thing," he said. "What now?" I asked, anticipating what he was about to tell me. "They begged me to bring Ashley along," he said. "They haven't seen her in so long."Ashley was our only daughter. She was 15 now and blossoming out beautifully. Gordon was right. It had been at least a year, last summer in fact, when we last visited his parents.