ive recieved numerous emails lately asking for more stories and i have so many REAL sex stories to tell that its incredible sometimes for me to remember them all. heres a TRUE story of an adult bookstore my husband took me to one day to have the gangbang of my life! one day me and my husband wanted to check out an old adult bookstore that is right in the middle of downtown where we live. tons of guys go in there, go right to the back of the store in the private booths and jack off to porn, some even get their cocks sucked in the gloryhole. but this wasnt the reason we came to the store. when we entered, we checked out the dildo section and talked to the store owner about witch one would look good inside of me. he mentioned that i looked sexy in my short skirt and heels. so immediately i looked at my husband as i bent over and showed the store owner my ass and pussy. i wasnt wearing panties that day, so i told my husband to get our camera and take a few pictures of me in the store. (i ended up losing the pictures in an old computer that died, sorry!) i took off my clothes and walked thru the aisles in my high heels posing for some pictures. the store owner took a few pictures of me as well. i held my tits up close together as customers came in and checked me out as well. one black customer smacked my ass as his puerto rican friend rubbed my pussy and felt on my clit. the black guys name was Jamal, and he told me he would love to fuck me hard sometime. i told him if my husband …
My Brother and His Friends (True)
When I was 15, and my brother was 18, we had been together for a year. No one knew about our relationship, and that is the way we wanted it. He had dated other girls during this time, and it never bothered me. He was not my boyfriend, and I wanted him to be happy and find a girl to love and marry. I never had a selfish thought about me being his only girl. I was his sister, and I loved him, so I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to. This story took place about 14 months after the first two stories. This is the story of the first time I had sex with multiple men. My brother was one of them, and not one of the other guys knew that I was his sister. As far as they knew, and still know, I was his girlfriend for the night. My brother, if you had read my previous stories, was a star football player at our high school. He was naturally being recruited by several colleges at the time we first got together, and he had finally chosen a school, attending with a scholarship. A couple of weeks after school started, he invited me to come visit him at his dorm for the weekend. Because he had plans to make love to me that weekend, we agreed that I would be introduced as his girlfriend to everyone. I must admit, to visit my gorgeous brother, and have him show me off to everyone was something that made me feel incredibly important and special. My brother knew how to treat me right. I got in on a Friday afternoon, and his roommate was nice enough to leave us alone for the night so we could …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 67: Phone Sex
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-66”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… Before I begin, I would like to mention that I know this fantasy sounds a little farfetched, but I swear that everything you are about to read is true, down to the unlucky streak I went through before deciding to write about my unfortunate events. I hope you enjoy. I love watching movies and TV series. It’s what I do to relax. Unfortunately, purchasing Dexter: The Complete Series was far from relaxing. I already owned the first three seasons, but when I saw the complete series for sale on Amazon, I could not resist. However, I already had quite a few movies and seasons waiting for me, so I put off watching Dexter until I had a little more time. By the time …
Sex Studio Secrets #6: Wendy-3
Wendy wonders whether she wants to work more with her hot foot fetish, will she go pro? Wendy loves to confess and to consult her fine friend, elder gentleman Professor Peter Wendy knows he records everything on video and writes her true tales in sexy stories Wendy tells below about her hot day at work and some of her hottest sexy dirty dreams Wonderful Wendy looks lovely: slender and sexy, short dress, wears panties but never any underwear Wendy has firm little tasty tits and has a few kinky fancies and fantasies for further love life Wendy is into 'smelly sex', suffering from a fancy for Bromadrosis or stink-feet from fine females Wendy loves she smell of her panties … especially after she wears them for three days in a row! Wendy has a great day at work in the shoe-shop which offers only long leather boots and high heels Wendy has an attractive client with long legs and she helps her out of her over-the-knee long boots Wendy gets wet from the smell of her feet and proposes her client to retire with her to the canteen Wendy knows well her client has seen her bare bald snatch under her sheer sexy see-through panties! Wendy seduces her and foot-fucks herself with the smelly foot, she comes hard squirting all over it Wendy loves to talk to trusted priest Professor Peter Poet about her fetishes, fancies and fantasies Wendy confesses to him that she sometimes wonders whether she wants to become a whore for foot-fucks? Wendy loves his wide open mind without any moral borders …
Sex Studio Secrets #18:: Sasha and Ashtyn-1
Sasha is as sexy as tall towering an inch over me, she introduces attractive Ashtyn tasty teen to me Ashtyn is still a virgin till one evening suddenly something very sexy hot happens to the tasty teen Her first erotic experience is a triple tongue fuck from sexy Sasha after her baby-sitting evening! She is too amazed to repay that debt the same night but she soon plans to even their mutual account Ashtyn invites Sasha for a common coffee to seduce her further and get her first fuck from strap-on Swedish Sasha is a fine friend, a cunning colleague writing tasty true sexy stories from her love life Ashtyn is unexpectedly her last conquer, whom she met as dod of a dear friend, hired her as babysitter Sasha comes home one night a bit tipsy from an evening out with friends, notices Ashtyns awesome bums Her heated hormones do the rest which goes fast from kissing to pulling her jeans down to tongue fuck Ashtyn enjoys three orgasms from her experienced tongue as a tip on top of her normal fee that night! Time to tell some more about these two lovely looking lesbian lovers in all their cunning contrasts Everything is very impressive at Sasha: raven black long hair, very tall and big firm boobs D-size Ashtyn is a petite pretty blonde beauty and completely inexperienced in making love with someone yet Cute little tits, shaven slit looking like the virgin she is until Sasha intimate initiates the teen Her hot first female lover is almost eight year older, soon she shall reach her …
Show4Us True Stories: Fun With Friends
Disclaimer: The following story is 100% true with no exaggerations or embellishments. The names have been changed to protect the privacy of other participants, who will only be referred to by initials. I was devastated immediately after ending a roller coaster of a relationship with a manipulative younger girl. In an effort to keep busy, I spent the following day with two close friends, K and B, who happen to be a lesbian couple. They witnessed more than their share of the torment I endured at the hands of my ex, and they were not fans of her. Throughout the day, they admonished me with I-told-you-sos and what-the-fuck-were-you-thinkings. Their honesty, though brutal, was somehow comforting. To fuel the dwindling fires of their assault, I shared one of the intimate details of my relationship: my ex would routinely joke that I had a small penis. While it never affected my confidence, I did always wonder what inspired the jab. Was it innocent, insincere teasing? Had she really seen some monster cocks in herextensive experience? Or was it another attempt at manipulation? That's what we all leaned towards, but who knew for sure? Our rant-filled day came to an end at their apartment, which was stocked with various bottled beverages known for their ability to decrease inhibitions (hopefully that was worded with enough finesse to avoid censorship). Another of their female friends, F, joined us for a card game. The loser of each hand had to take a shot of one of the aforementioned …
The Evil Cheerleaders on Halloween Night
I heard it was true, the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. I worked at my small town's convention center for 10 months and I'd heard all sorts of stories about the Evil Cheerleaders. But I'd always assumed they were more of a myth. The type guys at comic conventions and stuff make up because who doesn't like a silly, sexy myth. The simplified version was this: There was a not-so-secret organization called the Evil Cheerleaders who went from convention to convention, causing all sorts of trouble, mostly fucking men, breaking up marriages and relationships, partially to prove how lame and easy to stray men were, and partially because they just liked causing trouble. One night a year, you guessed it, Halloween, they infiltrate conventions with the intention of increasing their ranks, seducing one innocent girl and turning her into the newest insatiable Evil Cheerleader. You can see why I was somewhat hesitant to believe this. I mean, who could believe such a thing? Which is why I was more than a little surprised when my s****r Faye, who worked with me at the Convention Center and was as staunch a feminist as they come, was outraged upon hearing that the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. "Wait… they're real? they're really a thing?" I asked, shocked. "Oh they're real" she said, "and they project an image that women are only interested in one thing, being slutty and submissive to men. If they're really coming, I don't know that I can keep supporting this place." "If they're willing to …
Ass up White Boys, get turned-out by BBC
. This is NOT really a story, it is a Blog/Rant!!! Read the Tags, before you decide you want to continue reading… TAGS: Interracial, Black Men, White "boys," BlackOnWhite SEX, Big Black Cocks, White Ass, Real Talk, Underground Reality, True Stories, Interracial Sex, Racial Themes and Roles, Social Themes and Roles, BlacksOnBoys, Black Fucks White, White Sucks Black, Interracial Domination, Black Masculinity, White Femininity, Blacks "boy breaking" Whites, Blacks "boy breeding" Whites, Blacks Making Whites Sissies, Straight Blacks Turning "straight" Whites into GAY sluts for BBC, Feminization as the REALIZATION of what it means to be White, Accepting Appropriate Racial/Gender Roles in Appropriate Race/Sex Relations. Don't like where this Blog/ Rant is going??? LEAVE NOW!!! STOP READING!!! Do NOT continue, do NOT collect $200 dollars, JUST GO!!! You will NOT like what you find in here!!! If these topics make you angry, hateful, upset, or otherwise displeased save us all your opinions, and go read something else!!! I am not interested in reading your violent threats, or in responding to such ignorance. Proceed ONLY if you want to hear about Me, and other Black men, putting "straight" white boys into female roles, and fucking them like bitches. That is what I do, and is what I am about!!! Both here, and in my private life. If you continue, you are going to read about how "straight" upstanding suburban white boys, find themselves naked, exposed, fondled, feminized, and fucked …
The first time, How I became a Hotwife
I have decided to share here some true stories of what has happened over the last 3 years. I am 32 and been married since I was 24. I have two wonderful children and a great husband. We live a normal life in an upper middle class neighborhood. I am fit and love running, yoga, and mild weight lifting. I am 5’-3”, and around 115 pounds. I have D-cup breast which are full, and my husband says I have perfect nipples, the kind he says stick out just the right amount. 4 years ago we had a party and one of our good friends shared that they were swingers. My husband wanted to hear everything about it. Our friend shared that she liked to be with other men and it made her feel young and sexy. My husband and I have always had a great sex life, and we had never talked about playing around. Over the next 6 months my husband started talking about me sleeping with another man. He said he was not that interested in seeing other woman, but the thought of me having sex with another man really turned him on. And to be honest, it did make me a bit horny thinking about it. I told him to be careful of what he asked for. I was not sure he would really be ok with me having sex with another man. Every fall we have an “end of the summer” party where we invite many friends over. We have a very large area behind our deck where we have a barbeque and some games. We have a building next to our house where we keep our RV and have our lawnmowers and tools. In that building we also have an extra refrigerator …
Aunt Lynn
As with my stories, there's a bit of lead-in. Please judge it as telling a story. If you have read "You want me to do What to your mother", then this is a continuance of that story. I hope it's as well received. I have opened comments. Please keep them relative to this story. This is a sequel to: “You want me to do WHAT to your mother?” A quick synopsis of the first story. Wife asked me to “service” her mother, as her father had a stroke and heart attack, then he died. So for 3 years, she did not have sex. My wife said “No holds barred, but keep it down to every couple of weeks or so. I want to be kept satisfied and mom gets you afterward.” Since “mom” (as she wanted us to call her) married Dad just out of H S, she did not have man experience before hand. Moreover, dad was ultra religious. In their religion, women served the man. They were not allowed to start sex, or be “on top” Just lay there and take it, so to speak. And not work outside the house. My wife and her mom plotted to have me please her, and I taught her many new things which she had not tried (or even heard of) before. Then, after 2 years, MIL died suddenly. Me: Before marriage, I had a few “older” women. When I was about 20 and did TV home service. I serviced many MILFs in the process. This became a symbiotic relationship; they wanted sex (and with a younger man) and I learned from experience how to polish my skills in pleasing women. Older women also know what they want and are not afraid to go for it. …
Making The Sale
Well this one is kind of a long one so guys grab you a beer and a bowl of popcorn or ladies, grab you a glass and a bottle of wine and some cheese and I hope you all enjoy! Let me start by reminding everyone that all my stories are true life experiences of my swinging lifestyle and my open marriage! Some of the names have been changed but all the experiences and encounters really happened and conversations are word for word. A note about cock size. Personally my pleasurable comfort size for a guy inside of me is six to eight inches and I do prefer them thick. My husband is nine inches and I don't usually take all of him! I have had bigger though, once in college with an African American guy that was twelve inches… I couldn't come anywhere near taking all of him and I did let him try a couple of times that night. My husband has a good friend that has eleven inches. He has fucked me well over thirty times and I still have not been able to take all of him. The only way I cum with him is if I hold my vibrator on my clit while he fucks me. I have explained it to him and he is Okay with it… he just enjoys fucking me! To be very honest… I have had more orgasms with guys that have a six inch cocks than I have had with my friend with the eleven inch cock that has fucked me over thirty times. Remember… it's not the size that counts, it's how you use it! Some of you may already know I am a commercial real estate sales representative for a national company. I deal mostly in …
Sharing Cindy Chapter 15
Sharing Cindy Chapter 15 I hope that there are those of you who are enjoying reading about the true adventures of my life with my wife Cindy and our life that began as naïve teens and has developed over the years to two loving people who enjoy it when she has sex with others. I apologize if these stories aren’t as slick or exciting as some of the fiction I have read on this site. Sometimes I suppose these memories are more exciting to me, but I hope some of you can relate and enjoy. Every since Cindy began working at the Harley dealership we began to get more involved in motorcycles and the activities that follow along with owning a couple of them. This includes going on charity runs that usually end with a huge party. This is about one of those times. The local chapter of ABATE used to have a Poker Run charity ride that would involve a 100 mile bike ride, stopping at several locations and ending up at a drag strip that had a huge field where a huge party was held for all the riders. These parties could get pretty crazy with lots of alcohol and a lot of nakedness. Who wouldn’t like it? This was probably our fourth or fifth run so we knew what to expect. Cindy’s younger sister, Deb and her boyfriend Ray were going to go with us this time. As usual, I was looking forward to seeing all the hot women. When Deb and Ray showed up, I was surprised to see she was showing more skin than I had ever seen from her. While Cindy was a well endowed blue eyed brunette, Deb was a taller …
My Daughter – A relationship a long time coming.
This story is of course fantasy, as all my stories are.. Sometimes things are best left to fantasy. No matter how much we wish they would happen! Fantasy is usually better then the reality! My children’s mother left me when they were young. My daughter was three and my son was two. She could not handle the pressure of raising children. Therefore I was left to raise them. I have always believed that most of the time the children are better off with their mother. In my case that was not true. Raising them by myself was hard. Many long hours working, and not much of a social life. But I loved them. That made all my sacrifices worth it. My daughter grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Of course I am prejudiced. She weighs no more then 115 lbs. To this day she climbs in my lap and cuddles with her daddy. No, my cock does not get hard. I have always made sure that I keep my mind off things sexual. I have had fantasies; however, I never pursued them. Many times my daughter has told me how bad incest was and how she could not imagine doing something like that. There was only one time as she was growing up that anything happened that could be called inappropriate. I have always slept nude. When she was young Amanda (my daughter’s name) would come in and climb in bed with me and go to sleep. I always thought she did not know I was nude. I would always make sure she was asleep when I got up, or she left the room first. Then one day she asked me why I slept without any clothes. After …
A Reluctant Daughter 3
I posted these stories before and now I'm posting them again. This particular one is dark and twisted, not for the faint of heart. All characters are eighteen years old and legal. The remorse I felt over my whole situation knew no bounds. When I had banged my dad with my mother on the bed jealously had overridden my addled brain but now, with a clear conscience, I began to realize the severity of my actions. I had desacralized my parent’s marriage bed and disrespected my mother’s role as the woman of the house. Further still I had permanently broken things off with Ricky, giving up on the idea of trying to develop a healthy, intimate relationship with someone other than my father. Things were going really sour really fast. As I said before the sex between my father and I had reached an all time peak. We fucked like rabbits. I couldn’t get enough of him. There was literally no place we hadn’t screwed in the house. We had banged in the shower, on the living room carpet, on the stairs. Everywhere you looked we had touched. Less than a day ago I let my dad take me as I draped myself over the bathroom sink. We had been getting ready for our day, me for school and him for work, when he slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. My mom was downstairs making breakfast and we were upstairs doing it doggy style. That was another frightening aspect of our relationship, the voyeurism of it all. We had found that sex was ten times better when we risked getting …
Date Night
Just a short one about something I did a few years back. 100% true! Back in 2011 I met Georgia, a girl I knew back in college and dated briefly. We never went far as I didn't know what I wanted back then and she wasn't looking to just give it up to anybody unless they were clear that they wanted a relationship. We broke it off when I moved to London for work. It was convenient. I didn't want to be in a relationship and it was quickly becoming something I didn't want so it was best to be honest and call it a day! I found her in a regular bar of mine talking to a guy and it seemed clear that he was creeping her out so I reintroduced myself and he quickly, although bitterly, became history. All the while I couldn't believe that she hadn't physically changed at all, but for some favourable maturity which served to diminish the gawkiness she was known for back in college. Georgia was a 5'6" lean B-cup with short blonde hair and stark brown eyes, for the sake of description. Catching up with her for a few weeks after by text, some very startling facts came to light: 1.) She was still a virgin at the age of 32. I know, go figure. She had been a little too strict on the old "no relationship, no sex" rule and it had left her wound tighter than piano string. 2.) The guy talking to her at the bar was actively stalking her and sexually harassing her and she was there that night because she had caved into his wishes, even going so far to say that she would marry him. We …
Sniff Addiction in the Chaldain Abyss
The whitewashed walls and brick-layed streets of Sandava gleaned bright in the sun, unlike surrounding cultures such as Mandalva, Trocust and Chalda. Those people managed decent lives but not with the oppulence of Sandava. Shadi was the eldest son of a Sandavan High Judge and if he studied well and kept his nose clean, he was the likely successor to his father's high position. He had done well with those things until his 22nd birthday when he began to have feelings and passions that he could not explain. Since his youth, he had enjoyed the storytellers and their great tales of life in those other cities and especially the tales of Chalda and of surreal blue-eyed demon-vixens and super eagles snatching men from the ground. Shadi didn't believe it all, but nonetheless he wondered if a measure of truth might have conceived many a tale. Perhaps the stories were more to keep Sandavan boys from wandering to the strange and foreign charms of their neighbors, especially those of Chalda where the females had those dark and mysterious eyes and smooth aloofness. As he grew into a young man, the storytellers began speaking of sexual tales and most were of Chalda where it was alleged that every form of sexual perversion that any person could desire could be found in the depths of Chalda's many dens of iniquities because, according to legend, the Chaldains nodded their heads to any sex act of any kind, involving willing people, no matter how taboo or forbidden it might be elsewhere. Of …
Collisions
Collisions: *Author Note* I'm going to try playing around with points of view in this story so I can really meld the two halves of this little trilogy in one conclusory story. I'll be switching rapidly at some parts, so pay attention! 🙂 *End note* Gary's POV: Silence rings in my ears following my big question of what will happen with Tabitha, Amanda, and me. Tabitha sits still, deep in thought. Amanda just sits staring into space. I watch them both intently, waiting for someone to break the seemingly endless silence. "What do you want to happen, Gary?" Tabitha asks me. I can't read her expression at all. "I just want this to end happily for all of us." "That's so unhelpful babe, I really hope you realize that. Amanda?" Amanda finally comes back to reality and replies, "Yes?" "What do you want to happen? You finally got him, now what?" "Well… You two are obviously in love, and I know that Gary doesn't love me but… I don't know. You two have already done so much for someone who's done so little in return. I'll agree with whatever you two decide." Tabitha and I look at each other with raised eyebrows. Yesterday Amanda was a total nutbag. Now she was being apologetic and surprisingly direct about her situation. Was my cock magic or something? "I vote this becomes a page in the history books and we all move on," Tabitha says, "any objections?" "Not really. Amanda?" Amanda sits silently for a moment. She can't object, it's be a direct violation of what she'd just said. "I …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 42: Incest (Part 2)
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-41”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… When I woke up, I experienced a moment of confusion. Had everything that had happened between my cousin and I been true? It was. At least, the sleeping in the same bed part. The incestuous sex part had been nothing more than a fantasy. Still, the sight of my beautiful cousin asleep at my side brought arousal back to my body. After spending a few seconds watching her sleep, I realized just how creepy it was and decided to get up. A few minutes later, I was heading down the stairs. It was still early, so no one else was awake. Or so I thought until I decided to step out onto the balcony for a little fresh air. “Oh my god!” I gasped when I noticed someone …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 56: Pounded at the Pound (Part 3)
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-55”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… “What do you think?” asked the pound worker as she nodded to the German Shepherd that lay before me. He was sprawled on his back, with his belly exposed. I had been rubbing it for the past few minutes, but I was now standing before him. “He’s great,” I said. And it was true, he truly was a great dog, but I was starting to feel bad about lying to the poor woman. Not only was I wasting her time, but I was doing so on the one day the secretary had called in sick. Still, I was not ready to leave quite yet. “But,” I continued, “I feel bad about separating them. Do you think I could see the father too?” The woman seemed surprised by the implications of such a …
my first gangbang in summer night
I’m not what you call a good girl. Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin. However it had all been on a one on one basis until one hot summer night I’m not what you call a good girl. I quickly discovered that I liked sex after developing the kind of curvy body that made men want to have sex with me. I’m by no means a perfect ten. I’m more cute than hot, but I have an above average bra size, thick lips that I’ve been look pretty good wrapped around a hard cock and a willingness to spread my legs. Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin. However it had all been on a one on one basis. Some of those might have been one night stands, some of them might have had girlfriends, but the number of people involved always stayed at just two. Yet I’ll admit for just about as long as I’ve been having sex, I’ve played around with the fantasy of more than one guy taking me at the same time. It would never be more than just a fantasy, I mean what kind of girl would do that sort of thing? What kind of slut would let men fuck …
Sharing Cindy Chapter 21 Cindy Brings Home a Girlfriend
Sharing Cindy Chapter 21 “Cindy Brings a Girlfriend Home” I hope some of you reading these accounts of the adventures with my wife Cindy are enjoying them. While they may not be as slickly written as some of the fiction stories on this site, they are all true and really just a small portion of all the fun we had over the years. A lot of people have asked me what I get out of allowing my wife to have sex with others. I suppose it’s very difficult for those who are not turned on by this type of activity to understand. Everyone seems to have something that turns them on; it might be lingerie, it might be bondage, it might be something kinky, but for me, its knowing that my wife is turning someone on and that they find her desirable. Sometimes the actual act of sex doesn’t have to take place, simply the teasing and flirting can be enough. One of the other benefits I get is that Cindy enjoys women as well and she has no problem with me sharing them with her. It started back when we were young and she befriended a young girl, Karen, who had started to attend public school after many years of being sheltered by her over protective mother. Karen had never been around a lot of boys and had never been allowed to wear anything remotely suggestive. Cindy took her under her wing and really brought her out of her shell. She helped her with everything from a new hairstyle, to new cloths and even with all the questions she had about sex. Karen’s mom began to allow her to spend time away …
Blk Gorillaz
This IS NOT a story,…. Its a blog!!! I'm finishing up my first story here, it will be done soon. And, its all about the interracial domination of a white boy by me. Its also a true story. Nearly every story I post will be true stories but, for now I would just like people to get familiar with me,… check out my profile, and especially my photo albulm!!! And, just to clarify, I'm not gay… fucking white sissy boys is just like fucking girls, I fuck bitches plain and simple. The white boys on the other hand,… Well, they may not start off that way but, they turn gay REAL FAST and they never go back!!! I'd love to know what you think!!! The rest of this is the word narrative for my photo albulm read this and, check out the albulm,… tell me what you think!!! This albums is abaout the interracial SEX between young WHITE boys and their rightful BLACK masters! Who are born to dominate,… these White sissy fuck boys who were made to be sucking black dick, and being fucked by dominant black men. White boys are the ideal whore for the black man. There just as beautiful as their female counter parts and, probably JUST as feminine, and are twice as insecure, and 10 times as submissive. And, no matter HOW MUCH you fuck,them they NEVER get pregnant,…"but don't put your clothes back on yet white boy because that's NOT going to stop us from trying!" And, its not going to stop them either. You see white boys are the ideal whore for the black man Jut look at all these Nigger loving …
Chapter 1: The begining + Sheryl 1
I didn’t have a lot of girlfriends before getting married, probably around 5. I have to admit that I am shy at first so that prevented me from talking to girls when going out. A couple of my girlfriends really 'made it count' for my sexual experiences, these are those series of stories, all 100% true. I will refer these women as Beth and Sheryl. Beth: we dated for about 1 yr. I was 21 she was 24. She was 5ft 3in, light brown hair shoulder length hair and green eyes. She had sort of a tomboy looking body, sort of thick legs but had a perfect ab and nice breasts (cup B size). She lived with her sister in a two bedroom apt. Sheryl: we dated for about 3 hrs. I was 27 and she was 35. She was 5ft 6in, blonde hair shoulder length hair and deep blue eyes. She was the classical executive woman, nice body and legs, her abs were nice although less athletic than Beth’s. Her butt was amazing; it was perfect and looked great on jeans or pants, very firm. Her breasts were smaller than beth's too (cup A size), but she sure made it up with her drive. We worked in the same firm, worked in the same building and floor. The stories for each relationship are in chronological order so you can see how the relationships changed over time. Sheryl 1: I was attracted to Sheryl since the first time I saw her. She had that classic executive look and was always well dressed with suits and high heels, strong personality. She wore a lot of jewelry and necklaces which made her look sort of exotic. I honestly …
Joan the Best Mother-in-law Ever
The following story is mostly true and re-told to the best of my memory. Of course this did take place a few years ago so I have no doubt that I might have forgotten a few details, still I'll try my best to re-tell it just as I experienced it. As a favor to you I'll skip over the boring parts of this story. No one wants to know about how many times you sharpen a pencil during an exam or how many answers you erased and re-wrote. People just want to know what your final score was. So this is one of the craziest stories of my life (although there are many) in a nut-shell. I was just your average young guy. Young, dumb, and full of cum as they say. Yep, that pretty much summed me up. I was in my final year of college and hot for any piece of tail I could get. Even though I did score a few times with some of the girls on campus it was honestly nothing memorable or worth it's own glorious story. That all changed when I met Rachel. Rachel was the one of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Long brown hair, beautiful big eyes, a pretty smile, curvy hips, nice size tits, and a nice ass. Not one specific feature was the best. It was all just perfectly balanced. She had my cock at full attention right away but it was actually several months till I got to fully score. Rachel would normally give me a blow job after a date but sex just wasn't happening. You see Rachel still lived at home with her parents and they were very (rightfully) protective of her. Not that I blame them. Rachel …