The Hotel, Scene 1 After we made it back to our table, we informed Damon and Terrence we were going to leave. Their eyes were curious, moving between Marcus and I as we said our goodbyes. They were going to stay longer, so we gathered our coats and left the club hand in hand. Marcus was silent as we drove the few minutes to the hotel next door. Our hands were still clasped together, and I wondered what he was thinking. Parking in front of the office, he turned to look at me. "Mandy, are you positive you want to do this? I mean, it's a big step, and I don't want you to feel as if you have to. For me, I mean." He looked so serious, and I loved him more in that moment than I ever had. I knew that me and another girl was a fantasy of his, but here he was ... Read More»

If you love someone, you must give them what they need. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I ram my twelve-inch strap-on dildo up my husband Lawrence Guillaume wonderfully tight ass. This is such an awkward picture. A five-foot-eleven, chubby, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, lively White chick butt-fucking a six-foot-five Black man with a gigantic strap-on dildo. Why do I do this? Simply because I love my man and must give him what he needs. My name is Crystal Benoit Guillaume and I approve this message. My husband Lawrence is a guy with many unique fetishes. And I've got to keep him sexually satisfied like a good wife should. Last month, he loved fucking me in the ass. I couldn't bend over to pick up a fallen item in our apartment without him ... Read More»

Bill sat at the security desk and passed the evening watching the customer service representatives leave for the day. Of the 200 women that worked there, few had escaped his sex fantasies. At 7:30 everyone was gone. He read the newspaper until 8:15 when the phone rang. "Security, Bill speaking." "It's Mae, Sugar," she said with a faint southern accent. "Everyone else is gone. Why don't you be sure to lock the front door, then come on back here to escort me to my car." "Where are you?" he asked. Her big sexy voice was really what got him hot. Mae was a big black woman with a big ass, big tits, a big smile and a big laugh. She was always throwing little sexual innuendoes in as she made small talk, but nothing had ... Read More»

"Hands against the wall!" "Why? I didn't do anything." Rather than answer, I grab your right wrist with my right hand and pull your arm towards me and to the right. The sudden motion throws you off balance and before you realize it you are spinning around facing the wall. Your right palm pressed against the wall. It is cool to the touch. You feel me grab your left hand and pin that one to the wall. You feel my knee spreading your legs a little beyond shoulders width apart and move your feet closer to me so that it becomes necessary for you to support yourself with your arms to keep from falling forward. This causes your blouse to fall away from your body a little. You can feel the cooler air on your stomach and breast. The cooler air ... Read More»

Carly stared down at the papers in her hand, dumbfounded. He'd had her served at work. Was he trying to humiliate her? It's okay Carly, she told herself, you just have to get through this last year of law school and then you can move away from this God-forsaken place. "Whatcha got, Barbie? You look perturbed." Carly looked up to watch Liam approach. He looked gorgeous. Again. Still. His suit was grey today, but he wore a white shirt with thin pink stripes and a pink tie. He made it work, but then, he could probably make a Santa tie work. "Nothing." Carly sighed and slipped the papers under some files on her desk. Undeterred, Liam retrieved them. "Hey, what are you—" Liam's eyes scanned the documents. "You're ... Read More»

Erika called to the front desk again, she really wanted her favorite dress for that night out, and it was supposed to have been finished by now. The hotel, a first-class place, had a dry cleaning service and she thought it a good idea. Unfortunately earlier that day her friend and travelling companion Maggie had spilled something on it while she was holding it and now it wasn't ready. Erika liked that dress best as it really hit her curves right, went with her favorite shoes, and made her just feel hot. So there she stood, in her bra and panties, hose and heels finishing her make-up and hair and holding the phone. "Yes" the concierge said, "I have someone running to get it now, I will have it ready and to you within a half-hour or so." "Shit," thought ... Read More»

Larry's persistence that they wait for the crowd at the concert to file out before them in their head long pursuit to return to their homes was normally a valid idea. If there were going to be any car accidents they would take place during the throngs head long rush to get home at the end of a concert and not a half an hour later when most were well on their way down the highway. However Larry's timing this time was extremely bad, Laura reasoned, as the battery to their car was dead after Larry had forgotten to turn them off, and now the city was experiencing a total blackout from the lightening storm that had erupted suddenly outside. To make matters worse they were parked in a basement garage with absolutely no light. "Hey! Don't do that Larry!" She said ... Read More»

I am a track coach at a prestigious college. I should explain I am black, 5'10 and have an athlete's body. Small breasts, long firm legs and am perfectly fit. Ashley, my new and upcoming track star was as white as they come, with blonde hair, perky small breasts, long perfectly tanned legs and an ass so tight even straight people noticed it. Anyhow, Ashley was a great runner, but had major problems taking orders from me. I quickly realized it was a race issue and decided to do something about it. Now I should say that I have almost always kept my work life and my sex life separate, but when Ashley gave me attitude day after day, I decided to do something about it. Then I met her mother at our first track meet and it all came together. Ashley finished 2nd, ... Read More»

The last thing that Abraham Lincoln Tucker remembered was a loud blast as the tank he was walking next to hit another of Rommel's mines. The force of the blast knocked him across the road and into a small grove of trees, where his helmet protected him from a potentially fatal injury. Instead of a fractured skull, the impact of his head upon the tree merely knocked him out. He awoke an unknown number of hours later to find himself alone. Only the demolished tank and the bodies of the men riding on it were there to keep him company. He picked himself up, wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and picking up his rifle, he looked around, trying to get his bearings. "Well, Abe," he said to himself, "what the hell do you do now?" He didn't know where the ... Read More»

She slept on the sofa and the knock at the door startled her, through her half open eyes she made her way to the door and as she looked through the peephole, she could see it was Buck. She opened the door, forgetting about how she looked, her clothes still a mess from earlier, her hair a shambles, she didn't care, Buck was here! She flung open the door and rushed into his arms and kissed him, only then did she realize he was not alone, as she saw the black woman behind him. "What's up Gia? You said I needed to come right over," and she slowly sank back down on her feet as she recognized the cafeteria worker that Julius had made her watch Buck fuck. Her heart sank slightly as she realized that he was not to be hers, at least not tonight. She tried to contain ... Read More»

It was a fine Saturday afternoon. I roamed around Mercer Street in lower Manhattan and eventually lingered at a small shop called Gizelle's, which was new in the neighborhood. On the windows, innovative Christmas designs were displayed that had caught my attention. The store looked deserted so I decided to step inside and buy gifts to wish my girlfriend a happy holiday. Hence, I entered the air-conditioned store and found a variety of skirts, halter-tops, tank tops, thigh-highs, and thongs. A sexy brown-haired woman stood behind the counter, reading an Allure magazine. Her long wavy hair was shoulder-length, and she wore a white tube top that left her flat stomach bare. She seemed to be the only worker that day. Perceiving my presence, she looked up and ... Read More»

That day, I sat at my computer, trying to think of the next chapter of my novel. I'd been working on the same chapter for about a week, stuck on the fate of a character I had brought close to death in the chapter before. It worked for the plot, but I was stuck with the question of whether to let the character die or have her survive the fall. Both seemed logical, but how would it affect the path of the story? Would I lose the audience? I only had a month to finish the novel according to my contract as it was. Then my publisher would start knocking on my door. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my apartment door. Was my publisher here already? No, I remembered. I had called the maintenance line about a leak under my kitchen sink. That was probably them. ... Read More»

Poorva is a 37 year old, tall, bulky, widowed mother. Her husband was killed in amry where he was serving. Unfortunately he didn't have life insurance and Poorva was f***ed to work two jobs. She works part time as a home healthcare nurse and late nights as an exotic dancer. Poorva 's dancing job keeps her body physically fit and she takes much pride in her 36 C breast and her long toned legs. Poorva has had her ups and downs when it comes to men. She arrived at her apartment at about 3am. Her k**s were already asl**p when she got home and Poorva headed up to her room. Poorva got undressed and popped in one of porno DVDs. Poorva had worked up a nice rhythm. She had her vibrator buried deep inside her. Her hips were gyrating and she felt herself about to cum, ... Read More»

It was a typical Wednesday night. I was staying late at work to process more rent payments that had come in today's mail. It always seemed that around the beginning of the month there was so much to do and not nearly enough time to get it done. As it was I was working off the clock because there would be no over time approved for a while. I said good night to each person that said it to me as they walked past my cubicle to see me still working. No one said much of anything about my being there, just good night and that they'd see me in the morning. Just the same as always. No one cared what I did as long as my deadlines were met and I didn't interfere with their own work load. I heard the last few girls wonder out toward the time clock and figured I was ... Read More»

This story happened about 21 years ago, while my wife Cindy and I were living together a few months before we got married. It was a beautiful summer Saturday. I had been running around town for part of the day and got back to the trailer where we lived around 2 PM. The first thing I noticed as I drove through the trailer park were the 4 motorcycles parked in the front of our trailer, next to Cindy's car. Then I noticed that our front door was propped open, something Cindy never did. As I walked up the steps and looked into the trailer I had the shock of my life. Inside was my fiancée with 4 big black guys and one small redheaded girl who looked around 19. The shocking part was that Cindy was naked as the day she was born, and she was on her knees with a ... Read More»