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Sitting on a low stool, Guran splashed water on Anna’s crotch. It would be some effort to remove the encrusted semen, and the stickiness of her sexual fluids, off her crotch, thighs and lower buttocks. It was an enjoyable task though, washing her and probing her sex and anus at every available opportunity. Surprisingly, there had been only one or two drops of blood. There was nothing drastically gory to scare the little girl. But the face of her cunt did bear a gruesome “expression”, a reflection of the dull pain that Anna must be feeling, stretched oddly open and discolored. His penis was still tumescent, and his brain still heated with lust. Read more…

“Darling, do you remember Leroy?”

Of course I remembered him. He introduced us to married sex with a black man a few months after we were married.

“What about Leroy?”

“He called to ask whether we might spend next weekend together at a resort in the mountains.”

“That sounds like fun. What do you think? Can you get away?

Cindy worked as a fashion consultant and buyer for a large retail chain. The hours were long and it had been a while since she had time off.

“We haven’t seen Leroy in months and I’d love to have a whole weekend together. I think I could get away. Darling, we haven’t had a break for ever so long. It would be our special treat. Oh, and he said he would be with a few friends from his work. They plan to get in some hunting.” Read more…

Michelle Stewart crossed her arms and watched the bitches leave the apartment. Every girl, except herself, had been invited to a photo shoot today and Michelle knew it was because she had almost called the clumsy black waiter the “N” word. Both Tyrone and Solomon had given her mean stares afterwards.

Why did they have to be black? And who ever heard of a modeling agency run by blacks anyway? Her daddy would kill her if he even knew she had eaten dinner with several black men. Daddy and his Aryan Nation buddies would be here in a minute to kick some black ass if they only knew half of what Michelle had seen. Of course, judging from the size of the black men she had met, daddy and the boys might not of won this fight. Read more…

Hi, the name’s Ellen Franklin. I used to think that I was an average pretty girl, but now I know there’s nothing average about me. It all started out as a little harmless thought. I have to admit I was surprised with myself when I started my little fantasy about a guy that worked at a store in the mall. I didn’t know his name, but I didn’t care. I figured I’d never see him again, since I rarely go to the mall. At first glance, he seemed to be in his early thirties, but I was too afraid to ask. I, myself being 25, didn’t know if he was married, but a guy with such striking presence had to be. Or maybe he was gay. I felt ashamed that I would be thinking about him when I had a perfectly good man at home. Read more…

It had been two weeks since Bryan’s adventure and he hadn’t been able to keep his mind off the events of that memorable night. During meetings at work, he would drift off in fantasy to the words that Desire last said. “Know that tonight was child’s play compared to what you will experience again” He had flashbacks. Was it possible that he did the unspeakable things his mind’s eye recalled? Eating black pussy, sucking big, black cocks . . . real and unreal, begging to get fucked and craving humiliation and abuse. At times, he could pretend that it was all a dream, that it hadn’t really happened at all, but the desperation he felt to experience it again, the emptiness he felt inside, the longing to submit to his divine Black queen and do whatever she demanded haunted his every thought and desire. In his mind, it played out like a movie. He could see himself in the action. He could see the way he swallowed Mistress Desire’s Strapon like a slut. He could see Master Derrick’s huge cock as it invaded the deepest part of his bowels and gave him indescribable and forbidden pleasure. He could see his transformation from mild mannered, unassuming white man to submissive white bitchboi slut, with an insatiable need to be used and humiliated by Blacks. His mediocre life almost had reason while he patiently waited for the next email or instant message from Mistress Desire to let him know where his next adventure into dark passion would take him. Read more…

Galen picked Ryan up from school. It was the third time either he or Kate had been called to the principal’s office in the past two weeks. This time it had been for fighting. The last time it was for acting up in class. They were at a loss over this new behavior and had been advised to have Ryan speak with a child psychiatrist.

Sitting over their dinner of spaghetti and meatballs Galen tried drawing Ryan out with no success. Ryan had turned from an idolizing, chubby faced kid, to a surly belligerent pre-teen almost overnight. He needed help and only knew one place to turn for it. Read more…

Miss Abbey walked through the lines of slaves, followed by her own coterie; three large black men wearing nothing but tight trousers. Whispers went down the line about Miss Abbey; it was rumored that she bought slaves only for her sexual pleasures; a widower she’d found comfort in having well-endowed men around her. A young widow at 35 she was very comely and they knew that they would be treated well in her company, her slaves never had any marks on them and they were all well-fed. It had even been rumored that if they pleased her well that when she tired of their company they would be freed. Read more…

“I am trying to write in a little different style in this story. Please give me your criticisms so that I can try to become a better writer. If all you have is racist comments, don’t bother. ”

After cheerleader practice late that afternoon, Angela realized that she had left her driver’s license in the girl’s locker room. She walked the deserted hallways humming to herself until she got to the locker room door. The hallways were dimly lit since it was after school hours. The locker room was also dimly lit. Read more…

Rachel Harrison was more than a little preoccupied as she drove to work this morning. A few days ago she had had yet another argument with her husband Jerry about the usual topic that got them fighting these days. For some time now he had been trying to persuade Rachel to allow another woman into their bedroom for a threesome. But Rachel was furious at the suggestion. True, their sex life had become boring lately. After eight years of marriage that was tough to avoid. But Rachel believed that marriage vows still counted for something, and allowing other people into their bedroom clashed with her upbringing. Read more…

Six straight days of 90 degree weather and no end in sight. The humidity was also high even though there was no chance it would rain during the coming weekend. To make matters worse, Jay was finishing the last half mile of his run for the day, which happened to be mostly up hill.

As the terrain leveled out, he turned right on to the neatly kept little street where he had lived for almost a year now. It was only two blocks away from the college where he worked and while it was a pricey neighborhood it was well worth it. Now, he just needed to get through a few more minutes of huffing and puffing and it would be off to the pool for a much needed dip. Read more…