Black Love revised

I am A cuckold husband by my wife who loves black cock. She is always telling me how great their cocks feel inside her and that, being white, there’s no-way she’ll ever let me put my tiny white cock in her again now that she has had the pleasure of black cock.
She loves humiliating me by having her black lovers come over and, since we have a door code on the apartment building, has me go out front to bring them in while she sits in the living room naked. When they enter she kisses them and lets them rub, and explore, her nakedness with their hands in front of me.
After she has been fucked and her black lover leaves, she has me come to the bedroom and orally clean her of his black seed, which I love doing.

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I love the carillon

The girl swings her heavy hair into William’s arm, making his coffee
slosh over the Styrofoam cup. She smiles but doesn’t apologize;
apparently he’s supposed to take the physical contact as a recompense.
Half the coffee has spilled. The clerk at the outdoor snack-stand
notices him refilling his cup and demands an extra twenty-five cents.
The girl is already gone, sitting on a bench under a eucalyptus tree.
The December climate makes William irritable. Sunlight slams into his
forehead, and the lush Santa Ynez mountains yawn at his foul spirits.
He carries his coffee to Van Orman Tower, where he will spend the next
forty-five minutes playing Christmas carols on the carillon. Then he
will go to the auditorium to administer the final exam for his music
theory course. Finals week is ending; the campus is almost deserted.
Everywhere you can hear the gossip of palm and eucalyptus.

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Teen Sluts – Lauire and Sammi

Today I want to talk about the early days of Charmers, the magazine devoted to young girl nudes. As I said before, my earliest models were from nudist families that I had already photographed for nudist publications. The two girls I’m writing about today were the second and third models I shot for Charmers.

Laurie was a ten – year – old pixie. Not only did she have a pixie haircut, she had an elfin figure and a terrific smile that lit up the whole room. She never seemed to run out of energy. At nudist resorts Laurie was the first child in the play area every morning, and the last child to leave at night. I learned how to shoot the young nude by taking pictures of her at nudist resorts. Yes, usually she was with her family, but I also worked with her one – on – one.

Laurie’s parents had never heard of Charmers, so I showed them two of the earliest issues. After leafing through them, Ben, her father, told me there wasn’t a single picture in Charmers that would be inappropriate in any nudist publication. He and his wife, Ruth, gave me permission, subject, course, to Laurie’s decision. Ruth admonished me not to take any “raunchy” pictures. I told her that I had never taken a “raunchy” picture in my life. (In 1971, it was true. )

Now for the most important part: asking Laurie. I didn’t think she was likely to refuse, and she didn’t. She made one request, though: “Can we do the pictures at the beach house?

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Ebony sexual fantasies

Katlin Duvall was an eighteen year old college freshman. Her fiery red hair was like an exclamation point on her petite body. Slender, but hardly boyish, She had small pert breasts, a fine slim waist, and full rounded hips. Her sparkling blue eyes and cute little nose gave her an almost pixie like appearance. But her looks were deceiving. Cute looks and diminutive size disguised the assertive, demanding woman she had come to be.

Perhaps it was Katlin’s seeming frailty that initially attracted the eye of Teresa Robinson, the housemother at Willow House, where the new co-ed had just moved in for the semester. Teresa had been in that position for several years, and the large black woman truly enjoyed her work taking care of the house and preparing meals for the girls who lived there. Secretly, she had something of an eye for the young women, but had never gotten up the nerve to act on her feelings.

It was late on a Saturday morning. The other girls had already left and were going about their business. Studying at the library, hanging out with friends, or whatever young college co-eds do on an early autumn weekend long before the pressures of the semester started to weigh upon them.

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Beth Williams – fanfiction sex story

They exchanged phone numbers then Beth said, “ Frank, I was thinking that you being a man of the world and being so clever and well dressed and all, maybe you could tag along with me and Donna, were just going to do some cloths shopping and you can help us pick out some cloths”

Franks reply was “oh, yes indeed, that would be delightful.”

Beth began to get frank charged up by saying, “yes it’s going to be mainly under wear shopping today but with a ladies man like yourself giving us advice we should be ok. Your know what undies the guys really like these days, wont you?”

Frank was speechless and could barley string two words together. He muttered something but it didn’t make any sense.

Donna and Beth said they needed to use the loo before they went and for him to wait there for them. When we were in the toilet Beth said to Donna, “yes, I think the dirty old fucks taken the bait Dons. Now what will do is I’ll take him in to a changing cubicle in Debenham’s and have a bit of fun with him and just as he’s about to blow his beans I’ll shout, Blow your load in to my pretty little minge and that’s the cue for you to pull back the curtains and start snapping away”

Donna looked worried and said, “but won’t he chase after me?”

“No of coarse not, he’ll be stark bollock naked with jizz shooting from his bell-end, he’s hardly going to run through Debehams in that state.”

Donna asked, “so your going to shag him, in a changing room cubicle?”

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Black Puma

The limo sped away from the seedy apartment building, taking Lacey away to the safety of the mansion. Puma hoped they would not be followed. She should never have brought Lacey into this rat hole area. Lacey. Shit, the girl could be her Achilles.

In two days, Shawanda Johnson would turn thirty-one-years-old. She had been back in La La Land for eight months. The world of tennis was behind her. The world she now lived in was a violent battle for justice. Looking both directions, she hurried across the street, then entered the lobby of the Salacious Lady. The doorman looked at her.

“No cover for you ma’am,” he said. Visibly shaken at who had just entered, he moved back, crouching against the wall behind him.

With a sly wink, she spoke to him, “Run boy.” He jumped to his feet and fled through the front doors.

The bouncer sat playing solitaire, heard the door open and glanced up, then returned his attention to the cards. A split second later a cold shiver ran down his spine, as his eyes darted to the door again. Jumping to his feet, he rushed her, but ran straight into her gloved fist slamming into his face. The man toppled to the floor.

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