PART 3 Eagerly Waiting From a corner of my eye I saw Gloria, flanked with two beautiful black men coming over. She sat down at the table but the two black Adonis’s remained standing towering above us. They were not ordinary men, they towered above us with their bodies were ripped, hard, practically bodybuilder's bodies and black as night. Their long, thick, veiny and fully engorged c**ks simply swayed at my eye level. Gloria looked straight at me and with a twinkle in her eye said “Hai, Michelle, you seem to have a smile of a woman who’s very, very happy”. “Yes I am, and your man staff put it there”. “Thank you” she answered and turned to Janine. “Do you still want to celebrate and become a real C**kolding wife and join this lifestyle?” Janine looked into ... Read More»

'This is the day. This is the day' Andy repeated the mantra all the way to the batter's box. "Bottom of the ninth and batting last is every one's favorite SysAdmin. With runners on second and third and a score of 2 to 4 with two outs -- it all comes down to this. So far it's been an epic battle between sales and IT in this year's company softball tournaments. Yes sir, it's all down to this at bat to see if the boys of IT can break the 5 year loosing streak against the folks of the sales department." 'Will someone shut that idiot up' Andy thought bitterly and then quickly cleared the thoughts from his head. There was too much riding on this to get angry... 'This is the day. This is the day...' "Swing and a miss. At this point the hairy geek has got to be ... Read More»

It was dark when I got home from work. The winter sun, tiring of the cold, had sunk promptly at five o'clock, and my drive home was in darkness. About the only good news was that the solstice was about a week away, and then the days would slowly but surely begin to lengthen. I pulled into my driveway, decided not to brave the cold to check the mailbox, and drove up to the house, pressing the button on the garage door remote as I did so. I pulled into the garage, hit the button again to close the door, and sat in the car for a moment, letting the stress of the day ease away as I listened to the end of "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith. The garage light, on a timer, clicked off, leaving me in near darkness; the light of the car stereo and dash board giving a faint ... Read More»

Debbie was sitting with her breast pump attached to one of her big nipples when Bobby got home. He smiled at the sight and felt a sudden yearning deep down in his balls. His wife looked so sexy with the remnants of her baby belly and her huge dark nipples. If he could, Bobby would keep her pregnant the rest of her life. Debbie looked up at him to receive his tender kiss. Bobby's kisses made her toes curl. "Welcome home Babe," she said as the pump kept pulling at her nipple, "The baby has had her fill of Mommy's milk and I'm still leaking. I thought I would fill a couple bottles for tonight. You do remember we are going out, right?" "I haven't forgotten baby," Bobby told her, "hey is there room there for me?" Debbie ... Read More»

His palm ran up my thigh: Fingertips, skin and lips, emotions sang high. Blush ran over my tender cheeks, and I knew this was wrong. This man and I, we did not belong. My body however ignored the signs, we drew the blinds, and this is where I made my first mistake. I was shaking in my boots; I was starting with this crime. Brown felty layers and laces, leading the warm and fluffy design. I looked up at Gareth, two eyes; a melting hot brown. I could almost hear drops of chocolate. I could almost hear this tender colour. A teasing rhythm was drip, drop, dripping, his breath forbidden to my neck. My heart was racing against his hot, hands, hastening towards every weakness that walked this deck. Breath escaped my lips, breath bouncing a resonance, off the deep ... Read More»

"I'm really excited about this class -- I want to learn all I can about needle play," S said. I sat behind the wheel next to a woman I barely knew. We were driving back to my place from a night out. I listened carefully as she told me about drawing blood from a consenting masochist, the details bringing a flush to my face I hoped the darkness concealed. I met S through an acquaintance recommended to me by a professional dominatrix when I lamented the segment of "the scene" I was playing in was not queer or socially conscious enough for me. When I met S, I was drawn to her mohawk, piercings, the way she spoke Spanish, and her fondness for nudity. She was accompanied by her girlfriend and a Pit Bull puppy -- both wearing collars. I didn't ask, but I took note ... Read More»

It was some weeks after the now infamous appearance of Sarah coated in sticky treacle and feathers. The other grooms had laughed but had been kind enough to treat Sarah fairly as a friend and so the humiliation had quickly passed. What had not passed was the feeling that there had to be revenge on Hilary, she had been far too devious and Sarah had been caught out. That stupidity had annoyed her and so she started planning. It had taken sometime, but finally she had the perfect idea. Sarah took some time on her day off to visit David, he was a farmer who owned the land around the stables. He had hear about Sarah's embarrassment and laughed as she explained her plan. It was going to take time and some effort but he was happy to help to allow Sarah to get ... Read More»

Officer Steve Thompson was pissed off to say the least. The 6'3", 225 lb ex-football player turned cop could not believe his luck lately. He was a good guy, he thought to himself, he tried to live right, was willing to risk his life in the line of duty for people he didn't know and tried really hard not to hurt anyone. So why, he questioned was his life so shitty lately? Two days ago, Steve walked into his nice little house where his nice little girlfriend was supposed to be waiting with her nice little arms (and legs) open for him, with a nice little meal on the nice little table. Yea, that was what was supposed to happen. Instead, he walked into a huge shit storm. Sherry wasn't getting any younger and her bio-clock's bio-alarm had apparently started ringing. ... Read More»

I was awakened by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I was light headed, naked and cold. I opened my eyes but it took a second for me to focus. I could see my cell phone, purse, keys and clothes on a small table 4 feet directly in front of me. The room was dark except for some kind of industrial work light that was aimed at me from my right side. I had been strapped and chained face down to a carpet covered raised platform. My arms were stretched at 90 degree angles to my body with my wrists bound in leather straps which were locked to sturdy bolts at the edge of the platform. My ankles were also shackled and there was a thick collar around my neck. Chains attached to the collar prevented me from moving my head more than an inch in any direction. I ... Read More»

The other day, I was walking around downtown Ottawa, province of Ontario, and out of pure impulse I bought a sex toy. A shiny black strap-on dildo. When I brought it home, I honestly didn't know that my boyfriend would react the way he did. My boyfriend Omar Mourad is a big and tall guy of mixed Arabian and African descent, born to a Lebanese father and Sudanese mother. We met at Algonquin College a year and a half ago, and have been inseparable ever since. I'm really into black men and brown guys, and I have always found them a lot more appealing than Caucasian men. Before I met Omar, I dated a Palestinian guy named Mohammed Baab, and while things didn't work out between us, I continued to be fascinated by guys from the continent of Africa and the myriad nations ... Read More»

Alone. I was off for the day, my wife was at work, and I had the house to myself and was going to be able to indulge in one of my favorite fetishes. My cock was already getting hard as I went into our bedroom and stood in front of her dresser. Opening the drawer, I selected the silky black thong she'd bought a few months prior. It had quickly become my favorite. Taking off my shorts and shirt, I eased the soft panties up my legs and over my now rock hard penis. The sensation was incredible, the way they clung to my cock and balls. I reached down and caressed my erection through them. As much as I wanted to grasp my cock and masturbate until I shot off in them, I refrained. I had the entire day to myself. I could take my time with her panties. Something I ... Read More»

It was a bright, blue, cold day in February. As she walked towards me, I could tell that she had a neat figure. She was dressed in a beige belted trench coat and colourful scarf. She was wearing high heels and walked carefully so that I was reminded of a glider; smoothly weaving her way through the other shoppers. Her advertisement had said, "Very shapely woman wishes to meet caring man who can appreciate her style and wishes." I have always had a real liking for very shapely women, not just big breasts but good proportions and especially small waists. The advertisement was irresistible and so we were meeting. We met and shook hands. "I'm Madeleine," she said. She pronounced her name as Madd-lenn, and spoke with a slight French accent. I asked if she would ... Read More»

Even though she’d vowed not to lose her virginity until she was fifteen, in the year before, Emma was perfectly ok with sucking cock. Dressed in a tight, white, vest top, perfect for showing off her firm, big tits, a black skirt, that ended just below her round, ample ass, and a pair of black heels, Emma walked to her usual spot at the park. Without a bra, her hard nipples poked through her top, and her tiny, black thong didn’t offer much warmth. Sat shivering on the park bench, she looked over to the pub. Every night, drunk, horny guys would swarm out. Some guys had walked past her tonight, and even though she’d heard them making comments about her, they weren’t bold enough to try anything. As she played on her phone, Emma could hear the conversation of ... Read More»

She contacted me through private feedback from one of my stories. I was as surprised as anybody else would be - I've gotten feedback through the website before, but nothing as immediately direct as this. As I scanned the message, I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I got more and more excited: (reproduced with permission) "Well Jack, first I want to say how much I love your stories (I'm a female). Very hot!!! I've thought about this fetish for some time, but you really bring it to life! I was looking at your profile and noticed that you're in the same area as my sister. I'm visiting her next week. I know this is crazy, but what do you say? Want to meet up?" I was dumbfounded, definitely not expecting to see this in my inbox early Friday morning. ... Read More»

The room is stark white, sterile. A few pedestals stand across the parquet hardwood floor, most have something on them. Hot bright lights spotlight each. A man wearing a light blue frock with an embroidered oval letting everyone know he is 'Andre' carries me towards a large white marble hand resting on one of the pedestals. I have no arms, no legs, and no memory of why. I have no clothes on. The marble hand is icy cold against my hips. He brushes my pixy cut black hair until it is perfect then adjusts my breast, just the left one since the right is missing. I ask what happened and where I am. I hear no words leaving my moving mouth. "You always talked too much. Just smile." His voice is stern. Across from me is a pedestal with two full legs on it. ... Read More»