A rich woman loved to buy hookers and dominate them

Jean was a wealthy woman who was in to the BDSM scene. She had paid for services of slaves for years now, even had one on a full time basic. She was white in her mid 30 and wealthy enough to do anything she wanted. That day at work she had called the agency and told them she wanted a black slut for the weekend to use. They promised one would arrive at 6 tonight. She called her full time Mexican maid and slave and told her she had the night off. She showered when she got home and dressed…

The Six Letter Word

DrSpin’s Standard Disclaimer: I write and you read, if you care to. That’s all there is to it. If any reader is offended, and I would be surprised to hear it, he/she should not have been here in the first place and only has himself/herself to blame. If this story is relocated, please leave my name intact as the author and please include my email address. Some people are so competitive they forget to think straight. Sure, we’re all competitive to a point. But some people won’t give up agreeably or give in graciously, and you recognise them not so…

Temple of Kinky Dreams

Cecilia held Marianne’s breast in her hands like a freshly picked mango. She smiled lovingly as she looked into her friend’s eye, her eyebrows slightly raised. Her mammary glands were small for Ceci’s hands, before she let her bra down. Then her fruit completed the length of fingers down into the woman’s palms. Maryanne slowly went from standing to a slight crouched love position, her eyes followed her, as she felt her lover’s legs. This was when the hardening of her nipples was past the soft skin of Cecilia Harding’s approval, forming a direct connection down to Crotchville. Ceci was…

A hot wife gets some black cock and her husband loves it

Cyn and I had been married for approximately 15 years and decided to take a weekend trip to Chicago for a much-needed getaway. Cyn stands at 5’2″ and has a bright, cheerleader-like smile and a stunning physique. Her 34-24-26 figure and shapely legs always draw attention wherever she goes. Cyn and I had (and still have) a great sex life, trying new things from time to time to keep things fun. While there we stayed downtown at the Palmer House, shopped every day and clubbed every night. One night we were in the Rush street area, hitting the clubs, drinking,…

My Black Master

It was summer time in Pittsburgh and I was with one of my girlfriends trying to decide what to do with an afternoon off. We were still dressed from work that morning, and on a dare, decided to see what an adult theater was like. Never having been in one before, I was a little scared and excited at the prospect, so off we went. It was the “Garden Theater”, and was well known for its XXX rated movies. I was dressed in a white nylon blouse, a red plaid pleated skirt and the usual assortment of undergar- ments; bra,…

Black In White Video pt 1.

He had three fixed video camera positions-each on a motorized tripod with connections leading back to a small table with a television monitor that Paul would stand behind in the beginning to work the remotes. His fourth video camera lay on the table, ready to go. He could hear Debbie in the great room of their ranch- style home, listening to some soft rock on the stereo while she sipped, or maybe gulped, out of her fluted crystal wine glass. She would need some liquid courage tonight. Paul and Debbie Winters had a perfect marriage. Their only child, a teenaged…

Belly Love sex story

Megan Malone sat at her teacher’s desk stuffing papers into her briefcase. It was her birthday — the big 4-0 — and not one of her teacher-friends had said a word about it all day. It wasn’t their fault. She hadn’t exactly broadcast it was her birthday. She hadn’t really celebrated since Tom, her husband, died of cancer seven years ago. Heading for the teachers’ lounge to get her winter coat, Megan opened the door and everyone shouted, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Josh Winters heard the lilt of feminine laughter as he was about to enter the teachers’ lounge and stopped. Megan…

The story of how Honey Smart got her start as a whore

Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It’s on my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is everything else about me. Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore? Well, that’s a good question. You have to understand that I came from poor white trash. My mother was poor trash, my father was poor trash and all my relatives are Poor trash. I grew up in a trailer.…