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Her first Hall Pass

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When my wife and I first started in the lifestyle, we had some hard rules. One of which was no solo playing. Six months and three BBC adventures later, she decided that the “no solo” play rule was nonsense and asked, more like begged, to be able to play alon5 mile away and she was off for summer break. Since I was working 30 miles away and she was home alone all day, I relented.

About a week later, I came home from work and she was waiting for me in stilettos and a flowing summer dress sans underwear. The dress was a halter type with a slit all the way past her thigh. She also had the tell-tale twinkle in her eye that she usually gets after she climaxes. Since she usually wears jeans and t-shirts during the day, I knew something was up. She had a cocktail already made for me and an appetizer tray. I was impressed.

She led me to the living room sofa and when she sat down, her dress fell open and I could clearly see her bare pussy and one of her nipples. Now I knew something great was about to happen. I asked her how her day went and what was the reason for the seduction. She then said, “I had Bomonti travesti a great day!” Then she proceeded to tell me in detail what happened.

Her BBC friend DJ came by on his tri-wheeled motorcycle to take her for a ride. She was wearing a very short marron skirt with a yellow sheer top. She had a g-string but no bra. She was not expecting a motorcycle ride. He handed her a helmet and off they went. Since she was in a short skirt, her pussy rubbed directly on the seat as they cruised. The g-string enhanced he friction from the motorcycle vibration on the seat. She nearly came from the ride itself. After they returned to the house, she invited DJ in for some refreshments.

Refreshments were quickly consumed and she led him to the bedroom where he helped her remove blouse and skirt. As she dropped her g-string, her pussy stains were quite evident.

My wife is usually not very submissive but for some reason, she enjoys when DJ dominates her and she tries things with him she never lets me or anybody else do.

DJ is a former football player with a very muscular Bomonti travestiileri physique. His cock is rather short for a black man, only about 5.5 inches long. The girth of his cock however is unbelievable. When he is flaccid, the circumference of his cock is close to the size of a Redbull drink can. When he is erect, he is almost as round as a beer can. Since he is so wide, he easily hits her g-spot on every thrust which makes her cum in great quantities. After he finished cumming in her pussy, they took a short rest to recover and replenish fluids. As they were laying in each other’s arms, he made my wife get into a kneeling position and open her mouth. He then grabbed her head and started to push his cock into her mouth which was no easy feat given his size. Unbelievable to her, she actually took most of his cock in her mouth and sucked him until he came down her throat. Something she refuse to let me do.

Next, he made her lay on her stomach with a pillow under her waist. He then proceeded to flog her ass, thighs, and cunt lips with a leather flog. She always said travesti Bomonti she didn’t care for BDSM activities but here she was, laying on her stomach with a cum load in her pussy, one in her belly, getting her genitals flogged by a stranger. The more he flogged her cunt, the more she squirmed and moaned until she actually orgasmed. She then felt cool coconut oil being rubbed on and in her sphincter. She told me him was too big but he didn’t listen. He then grabbed her by the hips and pushed his beer can cock into her ass. After an initial painful gasp, she finally became accustomed to his cock in her ass and actually started fucking him. When she grants me the rare opportunity to fuck her ass, she begs me to go fast so I cum quickly and finish. Given DJ had already cum twice, there was no rushing him. He pounded her ass for at 10 or more minutes until he came the third time.

As she lay exhausted, DJ dressed and kissed her goodbye. I came home about an hour later.

As she related, he experiences that day, she noticed I was visibly aroused decided it was my turn to have fun. We went into the bedroom and I started to licking her all over. While the shower she took after DJ left cleaned out her pussy, it did quite get all of his cum out of her ass. I tasted another man’s cum for the first time in my life. For some reason, she now enjoys an occasional flogging and ass fucking rom me.

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Fantasy Priestess Discovers BBC

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Author’s Note: 

This is part 1 of a multi-part series exploring the priestess Janna’s adventures (sexual and other) in a high fantasy setting. It is highly inspired by Japanese Isekai novels, Dungeons and Dragons, and other high Fantasy settings. The main erotic focus in interracial sex with some cheating, so if you don’t enjoy black male/white female, this likely isn’t for you. There will be some sex with monsters as well, and part 1 contains an orc sex scene.  

Humble Beginnings 

I woke up, looking across the bed to see the Hero sleeping peacefully beside me. I was still half-asleep as my mind wandered through memories of our past adventures together. We had been adventuring together for almost two years–having met at the adventurer’s guild while looking for companions to take on quests with. 

Since then, we had continued to grow together, although slowly, taking on quest after quest, collecting rewards and getting by. During that time, we fell for each other’s personalities, growing closer day by day until…we were inseparable. Now, lying next to him in this quiet inn room, he was sound asleep with my hand upon his chest. He was short and relatively thin, not how you would imagine a Hero might look. I didn’t mind, however, thinking it made him look very cute.  

I got up, standing before the bedside mirror and brushing my long blonde hair out, running my fingers through it so that it looked more natural. My pale white skin shone in the morning light, making my bright blue eyes sparkle. It wasn’t uncommon for us to be mistaken for siblings. My thin white night gown clung to my breasts, accentuating them slightly, but not enough for anyone to question their innocence. I put on my priestess robe over top of the silk cloth. It was made of deep purple velvet and hugged my petite frame tightly. It also featured a slit high up the side, revealing one leg. 

It wasn’t often that we were able to stay in an inn, so when we got the chance, we always took advantage of it. Adventuring gave us enough money to survive, but not much more until we got stronger. 

The Hero stirred and opened his eyes. “Good morning,” he said sleepily with a smile. 

“Morning, dear.” I smiled back and went to sit down next to him, pulling his head onto my lap where I kissed it gently. Despite being my partner, I could not deny a strong maternal urge toward him sometimes, especially at times like these. We lay there, enjoying the moment of peace before eating some bread and exiting the inn to go to the Adventurer’s Guild once again. After all, we needed to keep questing if we wanted to get stronger. 

After breakfast, we headed out into town and made our way to the Guild. Once inside the Adventurer’s Guild, we made our way through swaths of adventurers. I had to ignore the attention of a couple strong looking male adventurers that were staring at me lustfully, making comments about my tightly fitting outfit as I walking past. 

“Need help with a quest priestess slut?” One asked brazenly. 

I ignored them and greeted the receptionist, asking about any new quests. 

The receptionist, a short woman with glasses and her hair in tight curls, and a large bust, stood up and approached us as she read over the paperwork. “Ah yes, I’ve found one that would suit a party of your abilities,” she said. She handed the papers across. The quest was titled, “Clean up rat infestation in the sewers.” The reward was 100 copper coins, not even enough for a room and board for another night at the inn. 

I glanced at the Hero who shrugged. There wasn’t anything else available. “Is there really nothing better?” I asked, worried. 

The receptionist flipped through the documents and shook her head with a sigh. “Well, I have a few other available quests, but they would be quite difficult for your party of 2. You’ll need three or four members with your abilities of you to complete those.” We looked around the busy adventurer’s guild. Most of them were stronger adventurers in groups of four or more. I knew those dirty men would join us in a heartbeat but they would only be there to make a pass at me. 

“Let’s try having a look around,” suggested the Hero. “Maybe there are others willing to join us.” We went off into the crowd and looked at all of the adventurers. 

“How about those guys?” said the Hero pointing to a group of three adventurers in leather armor. They all wore matching green helmets with visors and carried large swords strapped on their backs. I could tell from their clothing that they were probably mercenaries. As we approached, their eyes shifted to my body and I noticed the bulges in their pants. 

“Maybe we should find someone else?” I whispered to the Hero with embarrassment. 

“Okay…let’s keep looking.” He said innocently and I led him away. 

Shortly after, my gaze fell on a short girl with jet black hair and pale skin, wearing a simple white blouse and tan skirt. She stood alone and seemed to be waiting for someone or something. I approached her and introduced myself. 

“Hi, I’m Janna, and this is Bomonti travesti the Hero, we were wondering if you were looking for a party?” I asked. 

“Oh, hi,” she said shyly. “I’m Eevie, I already have a companion, I’d have to ask him first though… He should be back any minute now–” 

She pointed ahead of us where I could see a hulking figure making its way through the crowd. As he got closer, I made out that it was a hulking man, very tall and wide as well, with dark chocolate skin. He had a big smile on his face and was waving to everyone. He wore black plate armor and a black cloak with a red trim. 

“Hey Eevie, looks like you made some friends! I’m Jamal the dark knight!” he said enthusiastically, holding out his massive arm so I could shake hands with him. 

“H-hi,” I said nervously shaking his hand. He had surprisingly soft hands for all the muscles he was packing beneath his skin. His grip was firm and warm as mine tightened involuntarily and my heart raced in response to his strength. 

“I’m Janna, and this is the Hero,” I said introducing myself us. “We’re looking for more members so we can do harder quests.” 

Jamal looked me up and down and nodded approvingly. “You both look like you could use more experience in battle,” he said confidently. “But we were planning on taking quests as a duo, less people to split earnings and all.” 

My heart sank. I thought this was our tough break. I looked at the Hero who looked just as disheartened as I did and he shook his head. “That’s okay,” I replied with a shrug and a little laugh. “We’ll find someone else…maybe another party?” 

“Come on Jamal…” Eevie pleaded, reaching out to touch Jamal’s arm. Her eyes looked hopeful. He looked back at me, but this time, it was different. He was considering it…for my sake?  

A slight smile creeped upon his lips, and he promptly nodded, agreeing to make a four-adventurer party with Eevie, the Hero, Jamal and I. 

“Well then, here’s the quest we picked out earlier” he said with a grin. “It will be good training for you all.” I took the document and read over the contents with interest; “This quest is to defeat an orc raiding party”. My eyes widened; this was a very difficult quest. Neither the Hero or I had any experience fighting orcs, which were generally considered as very dangerous.  

Noticing my reaction, Eevie pouted slightly and then said, “Don’t worry Janna, we’ve fought orcs before. We won’t let you down.” With that, the four of us set off to begin our adventure together. 

*** 

We followed the map to the village of Tarnbrooke. On the way there, I approached Eevie and Jamal to get to know them better. The Hero had gone off ahead of us scouting the area out. As we talked, Eevie told me more about herself: her dream had always been to become a mage like her mother; she loved studying magic books and learning spells; and she wanted to save enough gold in order that someday she could open her own shop.  

“A very noble goal,” I complimented her. Eevie smiled and thanked me. 

Looking at Jamal and her, it was difficult to imagine them being partners. He was muscular, tall and intimidating–looking like he could lift a boulder if asked–and she looked so delicate next to him with her small frame and slender body. 

“How did you start adventuring together?” I asked curiously. 

“I know it’s a bit cliche,” said Jamal with a grin, “but we met during one of our previous quests actually.” 

Eevie nodded, smiling earnestly at him, “He saved my life.” They exchanged knowing looks and then began laughing together. “After that, we were inseparable,” added Eevie, leaning close to Jamal, who wrapped his arm around her waist protectively. 

“Oh, so you’re dating, right? That’s nice…” I remarked, not sure how to handle their obvious relationship. 

“Actually, not exactly…but we’re close enough.” He grinned at me and Eevie blushed a faint pink color in return.  

“We are together, but we don’t mind sharing…” Eevie added shyly. “I know Jamal needs more than just me, and that’s okay with me.” She squeezed Jamal’s hand and leaned against his side for support. 

“Wh-what?!” I exclaimed with shock. 

Both Eevie and Jamal chuckled and looked at each other with amusement in their eyes. “It’s fine Janna, you can join us tonight if you want to learn more,” said Jamal. I looked at him with disbelief. 

“What do you mean? I’m with the He–” I started to say when Eevie interrupted, “Janna, it’ll be fun! Just come!” And with that, she turned around and marched off in front of us. Jamal chased after her, leaving me behind, lost in thought. 

The Hero returned from scouting ahead and we decided to setup camp for the night, we would reach our destination by midday if we started moving at dawn. After setting up the two tents, not too close to each other to provide some privacy, but still close enough to quickly help if something happened during the night, we cooked dinner. We then ate before going to bed early to rest before the next day’s journey. 

As Bomonti travestiileri I lay next to the Hero, we talked about the day, and the strange duo that had joined us. “They seem awfully cozy,” he mentioned softly as we kissed passionately. 

“Oh?” I asked curiously, enjoying his lips against mine. 

“Like they’re always touching each other, they must be married right? Or maybe they have some kind of arrangement?”  

“Well, I asked about it today and they told me they were together, but not how we are,” I sighed, feeling the growing heat within my body. 

I felt the Hero place his hand upon my stomach, caressing my belly absently as he tried to figure out the meaning of my words. “What do you mean? How we are?” 

“Well…you know… you don’t have other lovers, and neither do I…” I trailed off awkwardly. 

The Hero’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “So, they have many lovers? Whoa.” 

“That’s what they said, apparently Jamal needs many lovers, or so Eevie was explaining.” His hands slid up and cupped my breasts over my shirt before squeezing lightly through the fabric as I spoke.  

“Hmm, sounds interesting, never thought of that as a possibility,” murmured the Hero as his fingers explored my body through the light material. 

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. 

I closed my eyes and laid back to enjoy the sensation of his fingers on my skin before suddenly realizing something. “What are you saying?” I asked quietly. My heart raced at the implications of his words. 

“Well… Eevie is pretty cute, and I think Jamal finds you attractive, I saw how he looks at you.” He ran his hand down my chest, feeling my breast beneath the shirt. I shivered and gasped softly at the ticklish sensation from his fingertips. I had no idea if this was part of our game or not, but it wasn’t long before I found myself wanting his hand to travel lower. I wondered how Jamal’s giant hand would feel in the Hero’s place. I felt myself grow wet and flushed at the thought of him touching me… 

Before our discussion could continue, we began hearing sounds from the tent next to ours; We heard someone moving inside and soon the sounds became loud groans of pleasure. I glanced over at the Hero and he looked equally surprised. 

“Looks like we aren’t the only ones having fun,” I laughed, leaning in to kiss the Hero, trying to keep our sensual exchange going.  

But nothing would prepare us for what we heard next. 

“Ooooh Daddy! You’re so hard for me,” shouted Eevie excitedly through gritted teeth. Her voice was filled with passion, and it sent a chill throughout my entire body. She was obviously enjoying herself with Jamal… “Put that monster cock in me…” 

“Mm, yes baby…” Jamal grunted. 

I looked at the Hero, his jaw slackened with surprise as he listened to this couple talk dirty and make love in the adjacent tent. Our sex would have to wait for now. 

“Daddy, your big black cock is soooooo good, it’s going to make me cum…” Eevie moaned. I could not see anything through the tent’s fabric and the darkness, but my mind imagined Jamal lying on top of Eevie, his large black body moving back and forth as Eevie’s pale flesh squirmed beneath him while he fucked her roughly. I closed my eyes and felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy deep within my gut and intense arousal. 

“You love it! Don’t you?” said Jamal as his ball-slapping thrusts could be heard all the way in our tent. 

The sound of Eevie’s screams rose high in pitch and volume as she reached orgasm. 

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” she screamed. 

How did she come so fast? Then it happened again, and again. I felt jealous of her orgasms while I remained wet and unsatisfied. My breathing grew heavy as my thoughts went wild.  

When the sounds died down after what felt like much too long, it was dawn. I opened my eyes and saw Eevie walking out of her tent stark naked through the fabric of ours, rubbing her legs and hips to ease the ache in them. Her white skin was reddened around her butt, crotch and thighs, and her breasts bounced as she walked. Her nipples were hard and erect as she stretched. She quickly got dressed in her gear, walking over to our tent after noticing that I was awake. 

“Good morning, Janna and Hero,” smiled Eevie at me with satisfaction evident on her face. 

The Hero mumbled and rolled over beside me. “Ugh, you guys were noisy. I barely slept.” 

Her cheeks burned red in embarrassment. It seemed like she didn’t realize how loud they had been until now. “Sorry… we can’t help it when we get started, it sorta just happens.” 

I stared at Eevie with a mixture of jealousy and envy; she was so beautiful when aroused.  

“I guess so,” the Hero said, his voice sounding tired and worn. “Anyways, I’d better get to scouting ahead again, we’ll be there soon.” With that, the Hero got up, pulling the tent flap aside and stepping outside, leaving Eevie and I by ourselves. 

We both stayed silent and waited until the Hero’s steps disappeared into the travesti Bomonti forest. Once he had gone far enough, Eevie turned to me with a knowing look in her eye; she now knew I had heard every word they said in the tent next door. “So, you liked what you heard, huh?” she asked me with a slight smile as she leaned closer to me to speak. “Did you enjoy hearing us go at it?” 

“Yes…” I admitted reluctantly with a blush. 

Eevie giggled happily before saying, “You know… that could be you too, if you ever wanted it.” 

My eyes widened in surprise. “Me?” I exclaimed in surprise. 

She nodded slowly. “Like I said, we share. I’m sure Jamal would love to bed a beautiful blonde priestess such as yourself.” 

“Um…I…” I stuttered unable to form coherent thoughts at first. Then, I felt my face grow hot under the intensity of my embarrassment at the thought of being taken by Jamal in the Hero’s place. 

She pressed me further, “Jamal is amazing in bed, you have no idea.” She gave me a knowing wink. 

“Oh… well…” I replied hesitantly. 

Suddenly, the other tent shifted, as Jamal emerged from within, completely naked, his huge black body looking even bigger with his muscles rippling under his taut skin. My eyes drifted over to his groin where his enormous member swayed gently from side to side. His skin glistened with sweat and his large black balls hung heavy between his legs. He was… mesmerizing. Next to the Hero, there was no comparison. 

I looked away, afraid that he would catch me staring at his Adonis-like body. Eevie did not.  

“Hey ladies,” said Jamal with an easygoing grin. “I hope you got some rest Janna. We have a big day ahead of us.” He came closer to our tent, eyeing us both with interest, as his dark eyes scanned our faces and bodies. “Janna… you seem a bit flushed…” His voice lowered seductively as he spoke with the same suggestive tone he had used when I first met him. “Is it from excitement? Or perhaps exertion?” He took slow steps towards our tent’s entrance; each stride bringing him nearer and nearer. I felt heat rise through my stomach at the mere thought of what he might do, and my pulse quickened along with my heartbeat. 

Panicked, I said, “Oh uh… I’m fine.” I looked away from him. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I struggled to think of something else to say or do. “Uh… we should probably head off; the Hero will be wondering about us.” 

Eevie nodded in agreement with me. After that, we all finished dressing, then packing the supplies and heading off to our destination for the day. I avoided walking next to Eevie and Jamal, not able to look at them straight after what I had seen and heard last night. 

As we walked through the forest, the terrain became hilly and rockier. Soon we reached the top of a hill that revealed the village of Tarnbrooke nestled within its valley. We expected to see plumes of smoke, or some kind of activity within the small buildings of the village; instead, we saw nothing. No people, no movement; there were simply empty dwellings and abandoned fields. 

“What’s going on here?” I whispered. There were no obvious signs of a battle nor any sign of death or destruction.  

Eevie nodded her head vigorously. “Yeah… it’s eerie, very odd.” 

We walked down to the edge of the village to investigate further, when all of a sudden, a strange noise erupted from inside a small farmhouse. It sounded like… moaning. We approached, surrounding the front door of the building and trying to peer inside but the windows were shuddered tightly. The moaning was now easier to hear, and accompanied by a steady, rhythmic squelching sound and coarse grunts.  

Jamal positioned himself in front of the door, ready to bust it open while we unsheathed our weapons. I held my staff tightly in anticipation. He drew his sword over his shoulder as he stepped up to the doorway; then he kicked the door in with one swift strike of his foot. The force of the impact caused the frame of the door to shatter and collapse inwards, revealing to us all the small living room beyond. 

Inside, a horrific scene of debauchery unfolded before our eyes. I stood in stunned silence. The farmhouse was filled with a handful of orcs–all naked and muscular. Mixed in among them were 4 human females, some bound by ropes or chains to chairs or posts in various stages of undress, their clothes either ripped or completely removed. They moaned and whimpered as the orcs violated them with their cocks, hands and mouths. To my surprise, they did not seem to struggle or resist, but were eager for attention from the orcs and appeared to be enjoying themselves. None of them gave much attention to the front door being knocked down. 

Jamal brought me back to reality, saying, “Let’s get these fuckers.” He charged forward towards the nearest orc who was busy pounding a helpless girl from behind. Jamal swung his sword across the creature’s exposed throat. The orc collapsed instantly and fell forward onto his prey. This spurred the remaining 4 orcs to notice our arrival. One of them pulled out of the woman laying beneath him, grabbing a knife from his belt and lunging at Jamal from the left side with it pointed at his neck. But the blade was stopped by Jamal’s powerful fist; he punched the orc square in the nose, breaking it and sending blood everywhere. 

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Dance on Your Knees Pt. 02

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microwave Spell Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

**..**..**

Antony ‘Tony’ Lewis watched the Kombat Krew of Rusty Barnes, Phat Pat, Jackson Brewsted, Alvin Schmidt and a few others make complete asses out of themselves. It was the first graduation party they’d attended and already the Kombat Krew, as they called themselves were making a nuisance of themselves. Finally, the step-father of the young lady hosting the party had his fill of the Kombat Krew and asked the immature boys to leave.

Rusty, as usual, designated himself as the leader of the group and told the step-father to suck his dick. The slap the man delivered toppled Rusty onto the floor.

“Coming, Lewis?” Jackson demanded as they slunk out of the large home.

“Uh, no? Uh, I ain’t with y’all,” Tony stated.

On the first day of senior year at Lloyd M. Bentsen High School, a brand new school for Tony, he’d worn his ‘Grand Theft Auto’ tee shirt. Milling around outside, he’d seen a group of guys wearing ‘Mortal Kombat’ tee shirts and had happily taken his place in their group.

As the school year progressed, Tony experienced a growth spurt, one that put inches and pounds on his formerly scrawny frame, and one that had put some maturity into his brain cells. Tony saw the group for what they were; immature, disenchanted young men that would not fare well beyond the walls of high school. And, they weren’t faring too well inside of the walls of high school. They were at the very bottom of the food chain. They were despised, or worse yet, were ignored by every other clique in their school.

Attempting to join other cliques, Tony found out he’d painted himself into a corner as far as his peers were concerned. A few stragglers, the few that did not belong to any cliques did eventually accept him, allow him to join them as they circled the periphery of their peers.

At another party, the girl’s parents were not home. The music was deafening and some danced to the thudding, pounding, pumping beat. Tony asked a few girls to dance. Two girls politely rebuffed him. One girl just stared at him, saying nothing until Tony crept away, face burning hotly.

Then Jory White, a very pretty brunette got into a screaming match with her boyfriend. Actually, Jory was the one doing all the screaming; Tim Knudsen was just trying to walk away from her. Jory moved to slap Tim, but wound up staggering into a sliding glass door, shattering it. She managed to severely cut herself in the process.

Tony hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a dishtowel from the counter. He hurried back and applied pressure to the wound on Jory’s forearm. Becky Gardner, another pretty brunette helped Jory out to her car and they drove off.

Tony then helped Tim Knudsen sweep up the broken glass. Angela Watson, the girl hosting the party was wailing about her parents; she’d not had permission to have a party. While two of her friends tried to comfort Angela, Tony taped three garbage bags over the steel frame of the sliding door in an effort to keep the mosquitos out of the home.

Neither Angela nor her friends thanked Tony or Tim for their help. With a shrug, Tony agreed to drive Tim to Ashanti Cahn’s home where yet another graduation party was in full swing. As Tony drove them to the Julia Pines home, Tim disclosed the fight had been about his decision not to go to college, specifically to Norwill University with Jory.

“Fuck, dude, barely managed to scrape by in high school. Really think I’m college material?” Tim asked.

“Got nothing to say, dude,” Tony agreed. “Just glad as fuck be out of school, know what I’m saying?”

At the door of the ostentatious home in the exclusive neighborhood, Tony Lewis made Deanna Cahn smile when he called her ‘Ashanti.’ The African-American woman smiled a dazzling smile and pointed to her eighteen year old daughter.

“I, ma’am, that, Ashanti? She your sister or something?” Tony asked.

“Ooh, you sweet,” Deanna laughed a throaty chuckle. “Uh, she’s my baby girl?”

The music was loud, thudding and throbbing. Again, Tony circulated the party, asking a few girls to dance. And, again, he got shot down. Dejected, he walked over to the bar and made himself a whiskey and Seven-Up.

“Ain’t having no luck, huh?” Ashanti Cahn said, smiling a sympathetic smile at Tony.

“No, no, guess, I just don’t know what to say or how to say it,” Tony admitted to his classmate.

“Hmm. Um, well, um, why, why don’t you try it on me?” Ashanti suggested.

Tony looked at the attractive eighteen year old African-American girl. Her face was round, with big brown eyes, a snub nose and full lips. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and her hair was jet black, hanging to her shoulders in soft curls.

Tony had once overheard Ashanti telling Mercedes Phillips, her best friend that Wilhelmenia Cahn, her maternal grandmother was a German citizen Bomonti travesti that had fallen in love with an African-American soldier of the US Army, stationed in Germany.

“Yeah, she might been in love, but him? Minute she come up knocked up with my momma? He was all like ‘See Ya!'” Ashanti had said.

Listening to Ashanti filling in more of her history, her mother had become pregnant for her from a passionate encounter with a blond male teacher, back when Lloyd M. Ventsen and been LBJ High School. Mercedes tried to do the math in her head.

“So you, you’re what? Half black?” Mercedes had guessed.

“No, my momma’s half black,” Ashanti had smiled. “And that’s if my momma’s daddy was one hundred percent all black.”

Tony looked into Ashanti’s eyes and realized she was waiting for him to ask her to dance. He saw the beginning of a smile on her full lips.

“I uh, hey Ashanti, you uh, you wouldn’t want to dance, huh?” Tony stammered.

“I’d love to,” Ashanti said.

Tony nervously began to bounce and gyrate to the music. He wondered how many of his peers were watching him, looking at him as he danced with a black girl.

Tony’s dad, Todd Lewis would have marched right up to Tony and punched him. Todd would shove Ashanti out of the way, shoved the pretty girl away from his son, his only son. Then Todd would have slammed his fist into Tony’s face, hoping to inflict maximum pain and damage to Tony’s face. Todd would have felt justified; even just talking to a black person was bringing shame onto their good, Christian home.

In the pretty sundress, the light pink color highlighting her creamy brown skin, Ashanti 34C breasts bobbled and jiggled as Tony and Ashanti thrust and bounced to the pounding music. Tony looked and looked again, sure he could see Ashanti’s half-dollar sized dark brown areolae through the thin dress.

A crooning rhythmic ballad began, bass drum and bass guitar still thudding and pounding, albeit at a slower pace. Tony was about to step away when Ashanti melted against him. Her five feet, four inches put her forehead at his nose and he could smell the floral shampoo she used. He could also smell her sweat, a light musky scent.

“You a good dancer,” Ashanti praised, breath warm in his ear.

“I uh, thanks. Thanks. You too,” Tony said, shuffling against her as his arms held her.

He could feel her sweet breasts rubbing against him. He could feel her narrow waist with his hands, could feel her luscious hips.

“Mm hmm,” Ashanti moaned her approval into his ear as he chanced a fondle of her delectable buttocks.

“Now, Tony, when you go up and you say, ‘you wouldn’t want to dance with me?’ All you doing is telling the girl you expect her to tell you no,” Ashanti coached.

“Oh,” Tony said, mulling that information over in his head.

“Um, so how should I do it?” he asked.

“Go up to her and say ‘Let’s dance.’ Period. You confidant. You got this, you got this,” Ashanti encouraged.

The singer, Tony could not tell if it was male or female finally finished warbling nonsensical lyrics about love forever and ever. Another high-tempo song began, but Ashanti did not relinquish her grip on Tony. They continued to shuffle together, holding one another.

“Here’s where you say, ‘Let’s kiss’ or ‘I want you to kiss me’ or…” Ashanti hinted.

If his dad would be enraged by Tony dancing with a black girl, Tony could only imagine the level of violence kissing a black girl could bring on. But his dad wasn’t here, and Ashanti did feel very nice in his arms. And truthfully, the black girl was very pretty.

“Kiss me,” Tony ordered and Ashanti giggled.

She then pressed her full lips to his. Her breasts rubbed against his torso, her crotch mashed against his thigh as they kissed.

“Mm,” she moaned opening her mouth.

“Mm,” Tony agreed, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

“Mm,” she moaned, sucking on his tongue, then working her tongue into his mouth.

“Stick around, it’s almost one,” Ashanti said, pulling out of their kiss.

Tony turned to find Tim Knudsen, to tell Tim he needed to find his own ride home. He was in time to see Tim and Becky leaving the house, hand in hand. He nodded and gave Tim’s back a ‘thumbs up’ of approval.

Tony helped Ashanti and Deanna clean up. Deanna then wished the two a good night; she had a busy day in the morning.

“What’s your mother do?” Tony asked, looking around at the expensive furniture in the large living room.

“Promotions. Ever heard of Lithia Springs Cathedral?”

“The church? Yeah…” Tony said as Ashanti led him to a plush leather couch.

“No, not the church, the group,” Ashanti laughed. “They’re a vocal group. Two guys and one girl.”

“No, I uh, I’m mostly into metal,” Tony admitted.

“Oh, you missing half your life don’t listen to R and B,” Ashanti declared, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Okay,” Tony shrugged.

“Or, oh I know, how ’bout Genevieve Barclay?” Ashanti suggested, fiddling with a button on his dress shirt.

“Gen…the Bomonti travestiileri guitar player?” Tony asked, feeling awkward since he didn’t know where to put his hands.

“Uh huh, that’s her. My momma does all her social media stuff.”

She kissed him again and undid the button of his shirt. Pulling out of their kiss, she looked at him, looked into his hazel eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

“I uh, nothing, nothing’s wrong,” Tony denied.

“Then why you ain’t touching me?” Ashanti asked. “You acting all scared and…”

“It, it’s not an act; I am scared,” Tony admitted. “I, I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh! Oh Sugar, we going have so much fun,” Ashanti giggled happily.

Standing, Ashanti undid the button at the back of her dress and allowed the simple garment to slide down her body. Tony stared in awe of the first female body he’d ever seen other than Internet porn.

Her breasts stood high and proud on her creamy brown torso. Each globe was capped with large brown areolae with hard nipples. Her belly was sleek, with a little dimple of a navel. Her hips were lush, leading into her sleek, muscular thighs. Her pussy was covered by a thatch of black curls.

“Now…” Ashanti husked, sliding onto the couch next to him.

She kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her hands rubbed his thick brown hair and his muscled chest. Then she grabbed his limp hands and brought them to her breasts.

“Yes, that’s it,” she whispered. “Squeeze them, mm! Now, there, there, find my nips? Got them? Kind of, augh, kind of pinch them; I like it kind of rough…oh!”

Tony leaned forward and kissed her. He trailed his lips from her gasping mouth to her small ear. She shivered and giggled when he softly kissed her ear.

“Mm! Ooh, you, you just ’bout ready for the next lesson,” Ashanti praised as he nuzzled her throat.

She urged him out of his shirt and sighed at the sight of his pale flesh. With several light kisses to his lips, Ashanti ran her hands over his chest. Then, after another hot kiss, she leaned back and presented her chest to him.

“Mm hmm, oh! Oh yes, that that’s it,” Ashanti praised as Tony brought his mouth to one nipple while his fingers tugged and twisted the other nipple.

Tony switched from nipple to nipple. Periodically he would bring his mouth up to her gasping mouth for another passionate kiss.

“Okay, okay, augh, oh God, I I’m ’bout to…” Ashanti grunted, releasing his head. “You, you need get out them pants, hear?”

Tony’s cock had been straining, tenting the front of his khakis from the moment Ashanti revealed her lush body to him. At the idea of revealing his nude body to the beautiful girl, he lost his erection. Standing, Adam’s apple bobbing, Tony slipped his penny loafers from his feet, then undid his belt and resisting the urge to turn around, slid pants and briefs down and off.

“Oh! Oh, Tony, that, that’s such a pretty cock,” Ashanti praised, reaching out a small hand and gingerly touching his flaccid member.

When her other hand softly gripped his heavy testicles, Tony’s cock swelled again. Ashanti looked at his circumcised cock, then looked up at his blushing face.

“How, how big that is?” she asked.

“Not that big,” Tony whispered. “Only ’bout seven inches.”

“Only ’bout…Tony, that thing’s huge!” Ashanti whispered, still touching it.

Tony sat down and gasped out when Ashanti bent and took the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her hands continued to play with his balls and the fat shaft of his cock while her soft tongue lapped and stroked the head of his cock.

The visual of a pretty, a beautiful black girl taking his white cock into her mouth, her plump lips pursed around the head of his cock was an erotic sight. The contrast, her dark head and his pale flesh seemed somehow naughty, adding to the visual appeal of this moment.

A moan of approval sent a ripple through his cock when he reached over and began to fondle her hanging breasts. Tony remembered to pinch and twist her nipple as more of his cock disappeared into her mouth.

“Mm hmm, mm hmm,” Ashanti moaned as nearly all of his cock disappeared into her sucking mouth.

“Oh dear God,” Tony thought, watching the erotic, titillating sight of a beautiful black girl pleasuring him with her mouth.

Tony almost forgot what his hands were doing as he watched Ashanti bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Three minutes into the blow job, Tony groaned that he was close, so close. Ashanti increased the force of her sucking and began to more rapidly bob her head up and down the length of his cock. Her hand continued to fondle his heavy balls.

“I augh, oh, oh God. God yes!” Tony grunted loudly and began to pump his semen into her mouth.

Ashanti continued to suck forcefully until he began to go soft in her mouth. Then, she sat back, releasing his cock with an audible ‘pop.’ Leaning over, Ashanti kissed his gasping mouth.

“Now…your turn,” Ashanti ordered, leaning back on the couch.

She travesti Bomonti put her head on the padded armrest. Her right foot went onto the floor, her left foot went onto the back of the couch.

Tony looked at the vision of beauty as she presented herself to him. Her breasts pointed toward the ceiling. Her waist was nipped in, her hips were lush, and her plump pubic mound had a thatch of black hairs. Peeking out of the black thatch were puffy and wet purplish pink lips.

“Okay, come give me a kiss,” Ashanti ordered. “You right handed or left handed?”

“Left,” Tony admitted.

“Okay, then. Your right hand? Up here, playing with my titties. That left hand? Going play with my pussy,” Ashanti instructed.

Tony leaned on top of her. Their lips came together, then she opened her mouth for his tongue. Tony did fondle her left breast, then her right breast. His fingers of his left hand combed through Ashanti’s coarse pubic hairs.

“Mm hmm, mm hmm, and…” Ashanti murmured, thrusting her crotch forward for his fingers.

Ashanti whispered her instructions on how to finger her. She reminded him, he was also playing with her boobies; don’t forget about her boobies.

“Boobies?” Tony giggled.

“Ta-tas? Melons? Knockers?” Ashanti smiled.

Tony’s kiss silenced her next few suggested names of her breasts. She opened her mouth and moaned as Tony’s fingers found her clitoris and brushed against the nub.

After successfully fingering Ashanti to orgasm, Tony was instructed to kiss his way down her chest to her coarse scruff of hair. Tony had heard of pussy smelling like dead fish, mostly from his father. Ashanti’s pussy had an earthy aroma, a heady spice. It did not smell anything like fish.

“Okay, augh, what, what you doing with them fingers, I augh yes, now, now use your tongue and…” Ashanti gasped out

Tony licked along her swollen lips, tasting her essences. It was an odd taste of musk, almost of sweat. Then, using his fingers, Tony opened her for his tongue. He delved into her, licking and sucking, trying to get more of her nectar onto his tongue.

“I, that, oh Tony!” Ashanti cried out when Tony found her clitoris.

Tony deduced that the touching that nub had caused her to cry out and to jerk and flop. So, he sought it out again. Again, he was rewarded with another cry and shake of her body.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck yes fuck yes, augh!” Ashanti cried out in orgasm.

Tony did not relent. He kept licking and fingering her to two more orgasms before she finally pushed him away.

“You need to go,” she stated.

“I, oh, okay, I do something wrong?” Tony asked.

“Wrong? Aw shit no,” Ashanti laughed. “I, you don’t go, we going end up doing something don’t need to be doing.”

They kissed several times while he dressed. She padded, still nude to the door and gave him one final kiss before shoving him out of her house.

“Aw shit, aw shit,” Ashanti gasped, remembering the security system her mother had installed in their home after a crazed stalker had tried to break into their home.

Looking around, Ashanti saw that two of the cameras in the living room had been perfectly positioned to catch all the action, from her giving Tony an expert blow job to receiving some of the best pussy eating she’d ever had. Tony ate pussy even better than Danielle Hernandez and the beautiful Latina cheerleader loved eating pussy.

Using her cell phone, Ashanti captured the tryst on the couch and saved the clip to her Cloud account. Then she deleted the entire forty minutes of intimacy.

Arriving home, Tony tried hard not to wake his father. But the sagging floorboards of their trailer conspired against him. Todd woke with a ‘humph?’ and smirked at the sight of his son.

“Shit! Two o’clock? Boy, what you been doing?” Todd demanded.

“Nothing,” Tony quaked.

“Nothing? Took you until two to do nothing?” Todd demanded, wobbling to his feet.

“Hope you used a condom,” Todd said, smelling Ashanti’s aroma on Tony’s skin. “Don’t need nothing like your God damned slut sister there.”

“God damn, Dad, Missy’s not a slut,” Tony said. “Shit, she made a mistake. Huh? She made a mistake. You, you ain’t never made a mistake?”

“Talking back to me?” Todd snarled, moving to grab Tony.

Tony blocked the man’s attempted stranglehold. Todd snorted, enraged at his son’s belligerence. He drew back a fist.

“Umph!” Todd gasped as Tony’s fist slammed into his solar plexus.

“Augh, I, God damn!” Todd grunted as a second punch robbed him of the ability to breathe.

“Sick…sick and tired of this God damned shit, hear?” Tony screamed, years of abuse finally boiling over. “Here me? Sick of it!”

Tony’s third punch broke Todd’s jaw. A forth punch broke two of Todd’s ribs.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Cathy, Tony’s mother screamed.

“Lucky she came in here,” Tony said, shoving Todd back. “I’m going to bed, you fucking pussy.”

“Get out, you get out my fucking house,” Todd tried to say with his jaw refusing to work.

“Good night,” Tony said to his mother.

“Todd ranted and raved from trailer park to Alliance Square Health Facility. In the ER, his jaw was wired shut. They did log his broken ribs for their records but did nothing for them. He was given a few pain relievers and a prescription for more pain relievers.

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Blackmailed Fiancé Megan’s Wedding

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This story is based on a classic by Thecryptkeeper (Gwen Holden). It seems like the account is inactive, I have no idea how to make contact.

I pick up the story after the protagonist Megan leaves the body shop where she is being blackmailed into having sex. She is about to get married and leave for her honeymoon. I admit, there is some conflicting elements between my story and the epilogue of the original.

I’m considering writing a sequel based on the honeymoon, but it’s not likely.

Please, read the original and enjoy! This work is entirely my own and I accept all responsibility for any errors!

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Blackmailed Fiancé – The Wedding

Megan felt conflicted as she left the shop for what would be her longest time away since she started working for Reggie. The three week break would finally give her a reprieve from the daily couplings she endured at the hands of her blackmailing boss and his handsome young protege. She hoped that they might forget all about her debt and that she would never have to return to that awful place and those awful men.

The beautiful red headed bride-to-be never dreamed that this would be her reality. The last few weeks have been eye opening to say the least. For years she had been so innocent and ignorant of the world. She never had an inkling of the cruelty and depravity that her fellow man was capable of.

That world came crashing down on that fateful day when she crossed paths with Reggie Coxton, her evil boss. If not for him, and of course Tyrone, she would never have been exposed to the cruel nature of men. At the same time, if not for them she would be ignorant of the intense pleasure her body was capable of experiencing.

As much as she hated and detested the awful men, they had actually served a bigger purpose in who she would become. It was undeniable that something deep inside of her had been woken up.

The forced sex and constant physical gratification had changed her self image. Megan discovered that she was a sexual creature with needs that she never knew she had. There was something about pleasing those men physically that made her feel good. Not to mention that she was having the best sex of her young life.

It wasn’t only about the sex, Megan also felt good about the time she spent helping to run the shop. The sharp girl was most proud of the work she was able to accomplish in between her extended breeding sessions with Tyrone.

It took some doing and plenty of hard work but Megan had actually gotten the auto repair shops books in order. She spent hours putting together a plan to make the business profitable again. Leroy seemed especially thrilled when Megan delivered the good news.

The young woman never thought she would ever amount to much professionally. She had made decent grades in high school, but never even considered going to college. Working with her dad on the farm had given her a strong work ethic and enough knowledge to understand business.

“This is some damn fine work,” Reggie said at the end of Megan’s speech. She had put together a very detailed PowerPoint presentation for the two men. Neither Reggie nor Leroy expected such an extensive review on their profitability and future prospects.

“I think so too, who knew, beauty and brains,” Leroy added. He wished that he was thirty years younger so he could experience the young woman’s charms. He was eyeing her long slender legs and exposed midriff as she stood in front of them. He could practically see her hard nipples through the nearly transparent fabric.

“Really? You think so? If we can stick to this budget I really think we can make more money than any other year!” She smiled despite the fact that Reggie’s hand was on her naked ass. She had worn a low cut top and a mini skirt that day. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, Reggie simply wouldn’t allow it. She knew the horny old men were ogling her the whole time.

“I think we have more to talk about first,” Leroy added, he looked over his shoulder and saw Tyrone working in the shop.

Megan had been very nervous about her presentation, but she knew that if they listened to her it would greatly improve the business.

“If you have any questions, just ask!” She was a little distracted by the sight of Tyrone working in the shop as she could see him through the big picture window. Her pussy was dripping wet with anticipation for what she would be doing with him later. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him and the old men knew it.

“I know what you want, sweetie! You done good, now get your reward. Go ahead and clock out when you and Tyrone finish up,” Reggie smacked her ass before opening the office door. Megan was thrilled that they had actually listened to her ideas. She was also anxious to see Tyrone again and tell him the good news.

“I’m so happy that you liked my report, I can’t wait to put it into action,” she turned around and hugged Reggie. Once again the old man squeezed her ass, this time lifting up her skirt.

“Tyrone, your Beylikdüzü travesti bitch is ready,” he called out over the loud rap music. The horny kid stopped what he was doing and rushed over. He got a good look at Megan’s sweet ass. His cock was already getting stiff looking at her.

“You two did great this week, now go burn off some of that energy,” Reggie said as the beefy black kid grabbed Megan by the hand.

“Thank you boss,” he winked. Tyrone and Megan were locked in a kiss as the conference room door swung shut.

“Damn that girl is fine, she’s gonna be a great momma to that boy’s kid!” Reggie and Leroy laughed as they listened in on the young lovers.

“I never expected her to actually get this place back in the black,” Leroy said, reading the reports Megan had created.

“She just needs a little black in her,” they both chuckled.

Tyrone bent Megan over the big table and flipped her skirt up. He was almost all the way inside her creamy warm cunt in just a few thrusts.

“Mmmm baby, fuck my little pussy!” She moaned. They didn’t waste any time as they were both more than ready to fuck. Megan had been dripping wet with anticipation all day. She was so busy getting her presentation done that she and Tyrone skipped their morning session.

“Oh fuck baby, I love it! That pussy is the best,” Tyrone loved how warm and tight his white lover was for him.

“So good! Your big cock fills me up so damn good! I needed this, I’ve been thinking about you all day!” The two of them kissed as their bodies came together. A position like this would never work with Larry, he was so small that he would simply slip out. Tyrone had enough cock and power to handle what she needed.

Ty’s big black spear slid in balls deep without much resistance. Her pussy was ready and able to accept every last inch. She was gripping the edge of the the table moaning as his enormous cock worked into her as they started fucking. In a matter of minutes she was experiencing her first orgasm of the day.

“Ohhhhhh, so good! I’m CUMMMING!” She cried after only a few seconds of their mating. It was like Tyrone’s cock was specifically designed to elicit as much pleasure as possible from Megan’s tight pink pussy!

The hot slut would cum at least a dozen more times that day before taking his first massive load inside her cunt. She would beg for his second load as he sprayed it on her face and tits. Just like every other day when she went home Megan was literally dripping with cum as she drove home to her fiancé.

If it wasn’t for the blackmail and sexual coercion Megan would probably feel much more guilty about how much she enjoyed having sex with Tyrone. Despite their cruelty she was dedicated to being a productive employee for a growing company. Things felt different now that Reggie and Leroy took note of her hard work. Maybe they wouldn’t have to use her as a perk to keep Tyrone from quitting. If they could afford to pay him more than she wouldn’t have to cheat on her fiancé anymore.

A part of Megan really didn’t want that to happen. She was growing addicted to cumming on a regular basis. Tyrone made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. She had experienced pleasure beyond what she ever thought was possible and only he could give it to her. It was simply the guilt of cheating on Larry that made it slightly less enjoyable.

It was true that Megan was having the best sex of her life with one of the hottest guys she had ever met. It was easier to justify her actions by pretending like she didn’t have a choice. The truth was that she was finally finding out who she really was. She hadn’t been with too many men and had never even considered dating a black man.

Megan would have never given a guy like Tyrone a chance. This is despite the fact that he was a stud by any measure. Tyrone Moorecock was just about every woman’s dream man, tall, dark, and handsome. He could fuck like a machine and took pride in his ability to make his partner cum multiple times.

The soft spoken kid was also very warm and caring once you got past his macho behavior. He had the ability to not only stimulate her sexually, but mentally too. The two of them would often chat about their lives and interests between their marathon fuck sessions. Megan thought he could be quite funny and charming at times.

After a while she started looking forward to not only their daily conjugal visits but the post sex conversations too. They eventually formed a very strong bond and a mutual respect for each other. Megan found herself opening up and talking about things with him that she had never shared with anyone else, not even Larry!

The future housewife eagerly accepted Tyrone’s invitation to go back to his place after work. They were careful not to let Reggie know, they both knew he got off on the coercion. Megan was still quite frightened of Reggie and his threats to destroy her life, but she took solace in Tyrone’s capable arms. She knew that he would never let them hurt her.

Megan admonished Beylikdüzü travestiileri herself as she left her house after getting ready and followed the GPS to the address Tyrone had given her. She had never been to this side of town and was a little nervous as she drove. Tyrone lived in a very rough neighborhood but she always felt safe with him around.

Larry and his brother were out together and wouldn’t be home until later the next day, so she felt good about not alerting anyone about her detour. She fixed her hair and put on a little makeup before getting out of the car and knocking on the black metal security door. Megan’s heart fluttered and her pussy gushed when Tyrone answered the door with his shirt off.

“Damn momma! You look so damn sexy!” Megan had opened her long coat to show Tyrone the sexy lingerie that she wanted to surprise him with.

“Are you going to invite me in or do I need to go knock on someone else’s door?” She said coyly as Tyrone ogled her sexy curves. The peach colored lingerie complimented her skin tone. The flimsy lace bra and matching thong underwear fit her body perfectly.

“Fuck yeah! Get your little white ass in here!” He opened the door as Megan removed her coat. It was obvious that Ty had been working out as his muscles glistened with sweat as they remained constricted.

Tyrone’s apartment was modest and sparingly furnished. He had a couch, a tv, and a weight set. Just about everything he needed, but Megan only had one thing on her mind. As the door closed they were locked in an embrace as they started kissing.

“Ohhhhh Ty,” Megan moaned. This would be the first time they had ever fucked outside of the dirty auto body shop.

The two of them didn’t waste any time stripping down and fucking on the living room floor. After an intense love making session they were able to cuddle and chat for a little longer than usual. Megan helped him clean his place up, making it feel more like a home. She even went out and bought him a queen size bed and new sheets for them to sleep on.

Tyrone was so thankful that he spent extra time making sure Megan was well taken care of. She was very impressed by Tyrone’s talents in the kitchen. He was almost as good at cooking as he was at fucking. He always made sure his white lover left full and happy! He promised to keep the place spotless for her in hopes that she would come by more often.

Megan felt very good as she drove home late that night. She didn’t want to stay the night even though Tyrone made a very compelling case. Instead she sucked his cock one last time and swallowed every last drop of his thick cum.

Thankfully his tactics worked! Megan found herself heading over to his place early Saturday morning the following weekend as Larry golfed. Usually Megan wouldn’t see Tyrone over those two days but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. After a long and fulfilling day in bed Megan went home feeling energized.

After that it wasn’t uncommon for Megan to stop by several times a week, Tyrone had even given her a key. Fucking Ty in a comfortable bed was a much more pleasurable experience for both of them. Of course she never once asked him to wear a condom. Megan loved the way his raw cock felt when he filled her up.

Megan was actually starting to develop feelings for her black counterpart. In a different life she could see herself falling in love and having babies with the handsome stud. She got butterflies in her stomach when he was around and thought about him constantly.

The horny young girl loved looking at his body, and especially his massive sex. It was shaped perfectly to not only bring ultimate pleasure but to deliver his potent seed as deeply as possible to her fertile womb. His huge balls created enough sperm for him to keep her womb full. Megan’s pussy would simply soak at the sight of him.

The love struck girl had never met a guy like him, she felt incredibly lucky that he was in her life. There was so much to love about him. Tyrone had a marvelous smile and an incredibly fit body. Not to mention his immensely long and thick cock that he knew how to use. They got along great both in and out of the bedroom.

Tyrone said he wasn’t seeing any other girls either. He was having so much sex with Megan that he didn’t have the energy to date. He had never met a girl as beautiful as her and could match his sex drive too. Most girls could barely handle his big cock, while she could take every inch multiple times. He loved cumming inside of her and felt bad about lying to her about having a vasectomy. A little white lie near hurt anyone anyway!

Tyrone made it his duty to see that Megan got off as many times as possible when they fucked. He would use his magnificent cock, expert tongue, and quick agile fingers to maximize her pleasure.

Sex with her fiancé would never even come close to what Megan needed. She was lucky if Larry could stay hard for two minutes, and he didn’t seem to care at all if she came or not. The little wimp was more than happy travesti Beylikdüzü to shoot his cum inside the protective condom whenever they had sex, which was becoming increasingly less frequent.

Megan’s hunky black boyfriend more than made up for the lack of interest from Larry. Tyrone loved nothing more than to lick and suck her needy cunt before pounding her into putty. He would spend as much time as he could with his proficient tongue up her ass and pussy.

Megan was learning so much about sex. She was doing things that she would have never dreamed of with Larry! She had grown to love sucking cock and had worked hard to handle his size. After a lot of practice and dedication she developed a whole routine that involved choking down as much of his long shaft combined with a twisting motion of her hands. It thrilled her to hear him moan and groan in pleasure.

She had almost perfected her technique and could get his monster to blow within just a few minutes. She loved swallowing his cum and having him coat her face and tits with his thick cream. Her favorite was when they simultaneously pleasured each other in the sixty-nine position.

Megan would deep throat his massive cock everytime she came. He could get her off a dozen times or so before unloading his load of cum directly down her throat. Sometimes Megan would release his cock just in time to let him cum inside her pussy. She didn’t mind swallowing his cum, but she much preferred to have it deep inside her womb.

Neither Megan nor Tyrone ever mentioned the four-day weekend they spent together when Larry traveled out of state for his bachelor party. They spent the majority of their time in Megan’s future marital bed fucking and exploring each other sexually. Tyrone had pumped numerous loads inside her fertile womb during the course of their time together.

It was amazing for Megan to fall asleep in his strong arms and wake up with him back inside of her every morning. She loved it when he would just help himself to her wet pussy whenever he wanted. She never told him no and in fact would wake him up by sucking him back to life or bouncing on his morning erection.

They did everything together those four days. Tyrone treated Megan like his queen and he her king. Megan didn’t care about the snide looks and sideways glances from people they encountered out in public. She loved holding his hand around town and sneaking kisses when she could.

The sexy interracial couple went out a few times and spent a day poolside in the hot summer heat. Tyrone was the star of the show on the dance floor and by the pool. He only had eyes for Megan and never let her get too far away. It seemed he had his choice of women, but he sent them all away in favor of his porcelain goddess. It was a thrill for her to see the jealousy in their eyes.

Plenty of men were envious of the black stud too. Tyrone had encouraged Megan to dress up slutty for him when they went out and she never disappointed. She loved to buy sexy lingerie for him to drive him crazy.

Megan spent quite a bit of money on various outfits for their little excursion downtown. Tyrone was thrilled by the tiny little white bikini she bought to wear at the rooftop pool of the hotel where they were staying. It was much more scandalous and sexy than anything she had ever worn before.

She felt like a model as she and Tyrone walked together across the pool deck holding hands. She could see all the jealous stares from men and women alike. Tyrone looked amazing in his equally sexy euro style swimsuit. Megan caught herself staring at the enormous bulge protruding from the front.

The sexy duo got a hotel room in order to use the nicest pool in the city. Having the room close allowed them to take frequent trips for sex. Megan even sucked his cock in the elevator as they rode up to their room.

Tyrone wasn’t jealous at all when Megan danced with every man that asked. She had her pick of men, and she too rejected all sexual advances. They had formed an even stronger bond and friendship that weekend. Megan found herself missing Tyrone when he left her bed a final time before Larry arrived home.

Making love to Larry just hours after fucking Tyrone left Megan feeling like she was making a terrible decision. She could barely feel his slender condom covered penis inside her cum flooded cunt. Tyrone had emptied his nuts several times inside of her that morning as she begged for more.

Now that was all in the past as Megan drove away from the shop for what could possibly be the last time ever. She needed to focus on her upcoming marriage and devote herself to staying true to Larry.

Megan ran inside the house and stripped off her clothes. It was her daily ritual of cleansing all traces of Tyrone from her body. She gazed at her naked body in the mirror as the shower warmed up. Awestruck by her appearance, she considered how much she had transformed both physically and mentally.

Megan had always been a little shy and reserved. She wasn’t one to show off or flaunt her mouthwatering curves. Gone were her frumpy and shapeless outfits. She felt much more comfortable wearing tight skirts and low cut tops. Tyrone had pretty much ruined all of her old cotton “granny panties” and full coverage bras. Megan never wore underwear and liked the feeling of her perky tits hanging free and unrestrained.

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Everyone was distracted again on the morning of Day Three.

Ben was ready to get back into the game in a big way. His night to sit out the two neighbor couples’ four nights of interracial threesomes was last night. On night one, he and Tim, the white neighbor next door, doubled teamed Ben’s wife, Olivia. While it was a wild and sexy evening, it wasn’t the same as getting to sample someone new. And would he ever get to do that tonight.

He’d been eying Heather, Tim’s little blonde wife, since he moved in next door. She ran by the house most days in stretch pants and a sports bra, and all he could think about was throwing her down, peeling them off of her and getting a taste of those perky white tits and that tight little ass. He also knew she was ready to get a taste of him. When the couples had exchanged their deepest fantasies in the dinner party that led to this four-night plan, she’d said that her biggest sexual bucket list item was to have sex with a black man.

Ben adjusted himself in his shorts as he thought about the moment that fantasy had been revealed. Plus, as a bonus, Tim had really seemed to enjoy fucking Olivia in front of him and had gotten a second night with her while Ben was home alone, masturbating at the thought of the two wives with his white neighbor. He would get the chance to turn the tables tonight.

Heather was also distracted. Her night with Olivia had been much sexier than she had expected, as the tow of them tore into each other with animal passion, much to Tim’s benefit. Now she’d get two straight nights with Ben. She’d also been thinking about that ever since he moved in next door. She’d occasionally get a glimpse of the bulge in his shorts as he did yard work and think about what was hidden inside.

Olivia was preparing for her night off tonight. She’d had two straight nights with Tim and was pleasantly shocked at the chemistry the two had together. She was even more thrilled with the chemistry she had with Tim’s wife as they spent a good portion of last night enjoying girl on girl love while Tim recovered.

Still, she wasn’t happy to have Ben and Heather hooking up tonight while she was home alone. She saw how crazy her own brown skin made the white girl next door and was sure that Ben’s fit body and healthy cock would be another revelation to her altogether. And she’d spied Ben peeking at her tight little white body over the years, so she knew he’d be up for things.

Tim was ready for his last of three straight nights of mixed couple sex. He was a little nervous about Ben and Heather. He knew Ben was bigger than him, from their first night together with Olivia, but he felt like he could hold his own–Olivia certainly still pleased. Still, he’d seen Ben in action that night and came away impressed. He also found his mind wandering he watched Ben and Olivia fucking in front of him, imagining Beylikdüzü travesti that it was Heather’s pale white skin and blonde hir underneath Ben’s powerful body instead of Olivia. The thought troubled him but at the same time, it also made him rock hard.

**

The time came to depart for the hotel, and Ben met them at their front door. Heather was wearing a tennis skirt and a t-shirt that exposed a strip of her abdomen.

What I’m gonna do to her, Ben thought.

Ben shook Tim’s hand and said, “Here we are. Teaming up again!” He then turned to Heather and added, “But we have a new partner this time.”

The two hugged, then released into a half hug, each with an arm still around the other’s waist. Heather craned her neck and looked up at him. Tim hadn’t noticed how tall his neighbor was until now.

“And I finally get some strange!” Ben added. “I’m the only one that hasn’t had anyone new yet in the arrangement.”

Heather laughed, a bit too loudly and quickly, Tim thought.

“You were with Tim once,” she said.

“That’s not one of the pairings I had in mind when we planned this scenario,” he said, to Heather’s loud laughter. “No offense, Tim.”

They approached the car and Tim stepped forward and got in the back seat. He knew from the last two nights that the back seat was where the fun was. He drove last night, while Olivia and Heather tore into each other with wild abandon, and he wasn’t going to be stuck being the chauffer and watching for two nights in a row.

Ben walked around the front of the car and got in the driver’s seat. Heather opened the front passenger side door and slipped in, leaving Tim alone in the back.

That didn’t go the way he’d planned it. It made sense, of course, that the new pairing would want to have some time in the car together to… get acquainted, but still, Tim fumed that he’d be stuck as the third wheel for another ride.

As soon as they began to drive, Heather leaned over and put her right hand on Ben’s leg. She slid it up the inside of his thigh until it found a home resting atop an ever-growing bulge in his pants.

“I guess this is as good a way to get things started as any,” she said. She darted her eyes back at Tim. They shone with a mixture of mischief and lust.

She began to rub up and down as Ben leaned back in the driver’s seat. He began to grow quickly, all the more surprising, considering the size of the bulge to start with, she thought.

After a few minutes, he squirmed in his seat.

“I think you’re gonna have to let it out,” he said. She reached with both hands to comply, undoing his belt buckle and unsnapping his jeans. She pulled, and the fly released with a loud zzzzip.

In the back seat, Tim craned his neck and slid to one side. Not only was he left out of the car action, but from his position in the Beylikdüzü travestiileri back, he couldn’t even see what was going on. He saw Heather hunched over Ben’s lap, her ass high in the air, and he heard all the sounds, but the rest was up to his imagination.

Meanwhile, in the front seat, things were even more amazing than Heather had imagined, and she’d spent some long hours imagining what it would be like. Ben’s boxer briefs had an enormous tent, which she squeezed, inching her hand up and down what seemed like an impossible distance. Finally, she could wait no more and took hold of the waistband, slowly peeling them down and revealing what was beneath.

She sat up slightly and cocked her head, as if she was struggling to take it all in.

“Ben Washington,” she said. “I had no idea.”

His black cock stood at attention, a tower of manhood bigger than anything she’d seen. She’d never had any complaints about Tim in that department but… this was another category altogether. It was incredibly thick… “hearty” was the word that kept coming to her mind. It might have been from a sausage commercial, which was certainly appropriate in this case. And it seemed to go forever, reaching up from between his legs and pointing straight at her.

She gripped it with one hand, then put the other on top of it. There was plenty of cock on both sides of her fists and she slid them up and down rapidly. She reached down and cupped his balls, which were just as thick and meaty as the rest of him. She could smell the lotion he must rub on his legs in the morning, as well as a sweaty, manly odor, and the combination was driving her wild. She knew that any time she closed her eyes to sleep going forward, that smell would come to her.

She bent forward, mouth open and tried to take him in. She ended up giving an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his cock and had to stretch her jaw muscles to open further and fit it into her mouth. Slowly, deliberately, she began to move down on him, sucking lightly as she went. She pulled back and bathed the top of his organ with her tongue, licking in all directions, then dove back down again, sucking hard.

She felt his hand on her ass. She’d worn a thong under her tennis skirt, and he’d slipped his hand underneath, his palm resting on her ass, fingers spread in all directions. His hand was just as big and firm as the rest of him. One palm seemed to cover all of her and she could feel the fingers pressing into her flesh. She felt like, if he tried, he could probably lift her up with the one hand on her ass, like lifting a cantaloupe off a grocery shelf. She kind of wanted him to try.

In the back, Tim continued to crane his neck and lean forward to try to get a view. It was no use. Her hair was blocking any angle he tried. He looked up helplessly at the rear-view mirror travesti Beylikdüzü and saw Ben looking back at him, a look of confident contentment on his face.

He gave Tim a little smirk then said, “Damn. Girlfriend is really good at this.”

She knew it was silly, but hearing him praise her cock sucking gave Heather an uplifting feeling. She redoubled her efforts, savoring it but also trying to earn more praise by pleasing him.

Of course, she knew what the ultimate praise would be–tangible proof that she’d done the job well, and it arrived soon enough.

“Oh that’s right,” Ben said, more to himself than anyone else. She felt his cock swell even more in the back of her mouth. “Get ready, baby,” he said.

His cock gave a jerk and the orgasm hit, She began sucking hard and managed to get the load down. She continued to slurp. He mouth filled after the second burst and she was afraid she was going to gag but managed to swallow it all down too. The third and fourth spurts weren’t as heavy and she had a rhythm going by then.

At last, he was done. She took her mouth off of him and looked up from his lap.

“Wow,” she said. “That was a LOT.”

“You got it all down though, honey,” he said, running a hand through her hair.

She continued to lay, leaned over from the passenger seat, head in his lap as he drove. She was nose to tip with his cock, now softening. She put a hand on it, squeezing it like a stuffed animal in bed and gave a wet kiss to the tip. Then she began to move her hand up and down, stroking it absently.

He returned his hand to her ass, sticking in the air as she hunched over.

“Ben,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you can lift me with that hand?”

“I can sure try,” he said.

She felt his fingers dig deeper into her fleshy cheeks, getting an electric charge from the firm grip. His hand seemed bigger than all of her and she felt him pulling upward, and her hips moving with him.

She giggled. “You did it!”

He then twisted his wrist, still gripping her ass, turning her hips, and her entire body with it, so she was now laying on her side. Her check was pressed against his soft cock in his lap. It felt warm against her skin.

“Well,” he said. “What have we here?”

He slid his hand over her top hip and around front, where the thong had slipped to the side a bit, revealing a patch of blonde hair from her trimmed bush. He slid one finger under the fabric and up into her, rubbing a rough fingertip against her clitoris.

“Oh God,” she gasped. She released almost at once, fluid spilling out of her and coating his hand as she bucked and spasmed.

When the orgasm passed, she apologized. “I don’t usually squirt like that.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “All good. We all gonna get wet tonight, I think.”

She giggled again.

Tim still didn’t have a good view, but he’d seen and heard enough. His cock finished spasming helplessly in his jeans as he released onto himself.

They arrived at the hotel and piled out of the car, Ben taking a moment to adjust himself and put his cock back under cover… for the moment.

They still had the whole night ahead of them.

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After being married for over 30 years, I decided to tell my husband about a casual relationship I had in my mid 20s.

We both were well aware that we both were not innocent sexually when we got married. In fact, we had both been very sexually active, and we open about that fact. He had even been married briefly before, and I had a few casual relationships that we both openly discussed. I had even told him about my brief sexual relationship with another woman.

I had graduated high school in the early 80s and sent three years splitting my time going to college and working. By 1987, I was sharing a home with some girl friends, outwardly I was the good single girl. I visited my parents a few times a week, went to church, I had a couple of casual relationships, boyfriends that our dating was more of a convenience to them than it was a true relationship for me.

I was working as a secretary at a medical office and taking classes at a local community college. During this time, myself and a group of girlfriends started going to the Red Onion, and bar chain in the area.

I am 5’4, and at that time I weighed about 120 pounds, have 38D chest and a curvy figure with a little plump butt. (I still do, but a few extra pounds now that I am in my 50s)

I had a wilder side, and had an occasional one night stand with men I met when I was out with girlfriends. Mainly those ended up me giving them a blow job in the parking lot of a bar or occasionally ending up fucking back at my room I rented at a house I shared with some other friends. Thank goodness I was on the pill during that time before I was married.

While we normally went to the Red Onion down by the beach, one Friday after work a few of us decided to try one in Lakewood. It would have been a small group of only 3 of us going.

I drove home, showered and changed. Heels, deep V neck top and tight spandex, what every single woman wore in the mid-80s.

I got there and went it. I found one co-worker, but the other girl never showed up. After a couple of drinks and dancing with some guys, my friend excused herself and had to head home.

Before I finished my drink, and black man came over and asked me to dance. He seemed really nice, and I took him up on his offer. After dancing for awhile, he sat with me and talked. His name was Micheal. He bought us both drinks and we spend Beylikdüzü travesti a couple of hours flirting and dancing.

Micheal was about 6 feet tall, and pretty well build. He told me that he lived in Long Beach, and worked construction while we was going to CalState Long Beach.

Before I left, he asked if I would like to go out the next night. I had never gone out with a black man on a date before, but I was kind of attracted to him, so we exchanged phone numbers.

The next day, after running some errands and doing laundry, I noticed a phone message left on my answering machine. It was him about the date. He wanted to pick me up after 8 and wanted to know if I like to go dancing again.

I called him back and gave him directions to my house. I remember that I wanted to look nice for my first interracial date. I wore a red dress that came to just above the knees, but had a low cut neck line. I wore a black bra, pantyhose with no panties so I did not show any panty lines, and black heels.

Micheal showed up and we talked as he drove us to a club in Long Beach, near downtown.

We were there for awhile, having drinks and dancing. We tried to talk but the crowd and music was just too loud to carry on a conversation. Dancing, he did run his hands over my ass, and I could feel a bulge in his pants passing into my body.

A few drinks and a couple of shots into the night, I found my self kissing him, and both of us exploring each other under the table.

As he drove me home, his hand explored under my dress, and in the drive way of the house, we made out briefly.

A few days later, he left a message again about a second date. I called him back and we made plans for the following weekend. I had a date with those guy I had been seeing on occasion already for the coming Friday. (Which was it’s normal boring time).

The following weekend, I waited for Micheal to pick me up. This time I wore a black short skirt, black tank top and strapless bra, and red heels. Once more, he brought me a single flower.

He took me to club in Long Beach near the college for drinks and to dance. We left that club and went to a smaller bar, sitting in the back with our drinks, in the booth, as me made out, I started to struck his cock through his pants.

I remember his hand up my skirt and a finger fondling though my pantyhose to Beylikdüzü travestiileri feel my wet pussy. I think I may have been to one to say get a room.

We walked across the street to a small motel and he got a room while I waited out side.

Once in the room, things turned different.

Micheal told me almost at once to get on my knees, he stepped in from of me and took his shirt off, unzipped his fly and I was face time face with the largest cock I had seen.

His black shaft ended with a wide mushroom head and I could feel pop between my lips and a sucked and fucked his cock with my mouth.

As I started to suck on it, I was almost mesmerized by my white hands stroking it at the same time. I could not take it deep, I don’t think I could ever get more than half in my mouth without gagging.

Suddenly, Micheal grabbed my head and started to fuck me mouth, as I drew back, he shot a load at my lips and over my chest and tank top. He cum was salty and I remember how warm and much much there was.

I stripped down and we got into bed. He dove into me pussy with his fingers and licked me across my clit. Then moved up and I started to stroke and then suck his cock alive again so he could fuck me. Micheal pulled away, sat back and took a lubricated condom out and rolled it down his cock.

Micheal moving between my legs, I could feel his mushroom head cock push into my pussy. As wet as it was, at first it hurt till it finally pushed into me.

Micheal started slow and them built up fucking me. The deep thrusts took my breath away and in between the louder I became. I started to cum, I pushed against him. then Micheal left out a loud noise, with two deep thrusts, I could feel him cum.

As he with drew, the condom was filled with his cum. Taking it off him, the cum ran out on my hands, so I licked it and took a taste of it again.

When Micheal finally dropped my off, I walked in my house with my pantyhose in my purse, bare foot carry my heels and cum stains on my tank top.

Over the course of the next year, I would go out with Micheal maybe a half dozen more times. Mostly to have a few drinks, and to a motel to fuck for a few hours.

One message he left during this time, he asked if I would wear a shirt skirt and a very low tank top, something revealing.

I wore the shirt black mid thigh skirt, travesti Beylikdüzü bought black thigh high nylons and a white tank top. I did not wear a bra and only slipped a g-string on. I finished it with black heels, and a black leather jacket.

First stop was a small dive bar in Norwalk, where I got some looks and attention. We sat at the back and Micheal got us both drinks and a shot each. Under the table, he could not keep his hands from tracing the nylon tops. We went to play some pool and even tipsy, I could feel Micheal and men watching me every time I bent over to shoot.

I remember being very horny and very wet when we left for the next bar. On the way, Micheal pulled into some industrial buildings and I was bent over the hood, skirt up and his black cock fucking me from behind. This time with out a condom on, as he started to cum, I could feel the hot cum slide out with his cock and start to run down my leg.

Back in the car, we pulled across the street and down the block to a topless club, another first for me that night. At some point from the first bar, to the parking lot fucking to the topless bar, I had lost the nylons.

All I could think of as we sat down and Micheal order us two drinks and two shots was, here I was, a quiet white girl, that was just parade around a bar like a slut, now sitting in a topless bar with my black friend, who’s cum was dripping down my leg.

I enjoyed myself, watching all the men in there, many taking glances back at me or us, a few couples and mainly the girls. I was getting turned on watching them dance and tipping them.

He had a motel already picked out, one we had been using before. Naked in the room, I knelt inform of him and sucked his cock, licking the mix of damp cum and my pussy juices off him. I had at least started to swallow some of his cum when she released on my mouth by then.

In bed, he started out fucking me from behind and playing with my ass. As I started to cum, I screamed, this time I remember being so turned and excited after what he had did with me that night.

For the rest of the night, we fucked a few more times, I would suck his cock hard and then fuck in a few different positions. This was the only time I stayed out all night with Micheal.

Early the next morning, He drove me home. I walked in missing the g-string and the nylons I was wearing when I left the night before.

My roommates did not know who this Micheal was, and one of them was up early to watch me wonder in. She made a comment about a good night and just smiled and I went to shower and then to bed.

After about a year of clandestine dates, the fling with Micheal ran it’s course. We both moved on in life.

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Disclaimers: This story is pure fiction. It only resides in the deepest recesses of my mind. Even though the names of the main characters are familiar to my readers, this story about my wife and I never happened! This is more like a what if…

In now our 51st year of marriage, and with our time reading stories, on this site, there are a certain group of stories that catch our attention. Mine more than my wife, Deb.

These stories take place in the Caribbean, involving white women, sometimes older women, getting involved with local, black men. Having been in some portion of the Caribbean on five different cruises, over the years, we’ve never been tempted to duplicate those urges. At least my wife has never been approached, like the women of most of those stories have.

Yes, we both have interacted with several men on each of the islands we’ve stopped at, but we’ve never stayed longer than six or seven hours, doing some sort of excursion.

After reading a group of stories, here, and conversing with the author of one group, via email, we convinced each other to try telling a what if, story.

So, here goes.

In early 2011, we started thinking of something special for my 65th birthday, coming up in early October. Also, my wife’s birthday is only six days after mine, and our anniversary our, 41st, was just four days before my birthday. We could have all three celebrations on one great vacation.

All we had to do is find a location. The couple of series we read took place in either Jamaica or Barbados. The one very interesting island we’ve visited is St. Maarten. The most interesting political entity anywhere in the world.

Split right down the middle, one half belongs to France, and the other half to The Netherlands. No border crossing, no customs to pass through, just a small sign telling the visitors when you’ve left one side and entered the other.

In the Spring, we started our planning. We found flights to and from Seattle, found really nice accommodations, and planned an extended vacation.

We talked at length about what we wanted to do, aside from our primary aim of relaxing and celebrating our three big days. Not once did we discuss anything about any sexcapades.

Soon enough, our vacation was here. Off to Sea-Tac airport, and the long flights to St. Maarten. With a stop in Atlanta, we were off to our final destination.

By the time we finally reached our hotel, we were exhausted, and after a quick snack, we fell into our bed, and tried to relax. Yes, we were excited, but at our ages, tired overtook our excitement.

The next morning, we woke to a phone call asking what we wanted for breakfast. When it arrived at our room, it was served by a very proper looking waiter. A young man, very polite, serving us our breakfast. Introducing himself as our attendant for our stay, Edward. He told us anything we wanted, just ask him.

He was on the thin, but muscular side, maybe 6′ tall, looked like he never shaved, even though he told us he just turned 20 years of age. Oh, yes, his skin was as black as coal.

Just as he was getting ready to leave, the other person assigned to us, knocked on our door. Simone came in, looking like a schoolgirl, but told us she was, in fact, 21 years of age. Fairly tall, on the thin side, too, with small, firm looking breasts, also with very dark, beautiful skin.

As they left together, they let us both know they would serve us virtually anything we requested.

Deb looked me in the eyes and silently nodded at the now closed door, and we both started to plan our what ifs.

We spent our first day exploring our entire hotel. Each and every bar, restaurant and every other amenity. We saw signs telling us what our ‘all inclusive’ meant. Food, liquor, and, much to our surprise, couples massages.

After scoping out the entire resort, we had a magnificent dinner, topped off with an island dancing floor show. It really got our blood pumping with the very scantily clad dancers. The men in just a loin cloth, of sorts, and the girls in similar loin cloths and nothing else. Three absolutely gorgeous women, with their perfectly shaped breasts on display.

We noticed both Edward and Simone in the dance troupe, and they both noticed us looking at them, closely.

Walking back to our room, Edward stopped us and asked if we wanted a couples massage, anytime the following day.

We glanced at each other, while Edward told us they only danced every third day, making them both available the next two days. Before we gave him our answer, Simone joined him, still topless allow us both to admire her perfect B cups, topped by small, very dark nipples.

Nodding to each other, we set an 11:00 appointment, wondering a bunch of what ifs.

After our typically delicious breakfast, we got a phone call, telling us where to go for our couples massage. We were also told to allow one full hour for our first treatment, as they called it.

Wearing our bathing suits with a bathrobe, off we went.

Entering Bakırköy travesti the cabana, we were met by a very distinguished looking gentleman, who directed us to the next room.

Seeing two, side by side, massage tables, looking more like soft beds, we took off our robes, and our bathing suits. Getting on each table, and placing a towel over our backsides, we rang the bell, telling our masseuses we were ready.

In they walked, Edward in just some sort of loin cloth that allowed Deb to see his very large, soft cock moving back and forth as he walked.

Simone wore just a very skimpy cloth that barely covered her nearly bare pussy. With her skin being so dark, her very black hair barely shone.

Walking to each of us, with Simone lightly touching my legs, as she moved to my feet. Taking a warm bottle of oil, she poured a bit on each leg and slowly moved up and down both legs, one at a time.

I could hear Deb humming, coming close to moaning.

I turned to see Edward removing the towel, and massaging up each leg. From her heels all they way to her butt cheeks. I saw each hand move her legs apart and moving both hands to her inner thighs. I could tell from her reaction, that a finger, or two touched her treasure spot, causing the moans I heard.

Just watching my wife of 41 years having another man’s finger, or fingers touching her pussy, got me a bit hotter. Just as my breathing picked up, I felt her soft hand rubbing my back door. Moving a bit farther, I felt an oiled finger enter my backside. As she moved her finger in a bit farther, I lifted up off the table, allowing her other hand to start rubbing my cock.

I turned my head just in time to see Edward’s head between Deb’s legs, with his tongue moving up and down her butt crack. With her moving onto her knees, he moved onto his back, with his head right under her very aroused pussy. I could see his tongue moving in and out, eliciting even more moans. I looked down to see his loin cloth pushed aside by his now very large, fully erect manhood now being touched by Deb’s hands.

Moving around, she took his cock in her hands and slowly put it in her mouth. Sliding his foreskin farther down and started licking all around the massive head.

With Simone adding a second finger, while stroking my throbbing manhood, I knew neither Deb, nor I would last very long.

I could tell by my wife’s moaning, all the while taking about half of Edward’s 10 inches in her mouth, she was very close.

I was very curious to see what she was going to do when Edward came. I was well aware that she doesn’t swallow! Just as the moment of truth arrived, they rolled onto one side allowing my wife the opportunity to push his cum right back onto his shining huge manhood.

At nearly the same time, Simone rolled me onto my side, taking my ready to burst cock into her mouth, and swallowing every drop of my cum.

As our two attendants finished, they moved off our tables, embraced each other, and moved to the small bathroom to get cleanup supplies.

With huge grins, they stood next to each of us, carefully washing our sex areas. While Simone was washing my cock, I softly started to stroke her pussy, pushing one finger inside. My God she was wet. She leaned over, taking my full six inches down her throat, saying, very quietly, “let us leave something for tomorrow.”

Edward was doing his cleanup on my wife, when he leaned right next to her ear, and whispered, “get ready for the full treatment, tomorrow, madame.”

They left, almost as quietly as they had arrived, leaving us to rinse off in the shower, dress, and head back to our room.

Once inside, we crashed on the couch, in each other’s arms.

“Jay, can you believe what we just did?”

“Not really, but you heard them say that tomorrow’s treatment will be even better?”

“We’d best be plenty rested, if today was any indication.”

“Do you think you can take that huge snake of his?”

“I’m not positive. Did you notice just about half his cock more than filled my mouth?”

Having a nice quiet dinner, we stayed to see who the dancers would be, tonight.

The announcer told the audience this was a special night, with the real stars of this hotel. He introduced Antoine, and out strode this magnificent creature. Now, I’m not into men, but Antoine was special. Maybe a bit over 6’2″, or so, wearing a loin cloth that didn’t cover his still soft prick. You could hear several female guests gasp at the sight of his manhood, limp. He must have been 8 or 9 inches, soft.

Then, his partner is introduced. Annabeth, nearly 6′ tall, herself, with nothing on but a smile. Both of them black as night. Annabeth with very firm, large B’s or small C’s riding high on her chest.

With soft tropical music playing they moved around the stage like two dark felines, stalking each other. As Antoine slowly moved around the edges of the stage, several brave women reached out, touching his huge, growing sex. One elderly Bakırköy travestiileri lady took his cock in one hand, moved his foreskin back and licked the entire head.

This not only brought a smile to his face, but caused his meat to grow.

At first, it didn’t get longer, just thicker. My God, it looked as thick as a normal person’s forearm.

With all the attention being paid to Antoine and his magnificent schvantz (cock), I turned my attention to Annabeth. She was right in front of me, looking right into my eyes.

I put one hand on her upper thigh and felt the heat radiating from her ebony body. As she pushed her hips out, my index finger found her smouldering cauldron of sex. My second finger found her very large clit, and softly stroked it.

Other men in the audience were stroking their own cocks, none of which came close to our star of the show.

By this time, Antoine’s more than impressive manhood had hardened to just about a foot in length, plus a good six inches in girth. Even a few men were giving his manhood some attention.

As one, both our stars moved to the center of the stage, where a small love seat appeared. Antoine lifted Annabeth in his arms, and placed her on the love seat, with her knees on the seat and her body over the back of the furniture.

With her luscious ass in the air, he took his mammoth tool, and very slowly entered her sacred place. As he entered her, several of the women in the audience gasped, as if they were being penetrated.

Slowly, he started moving his hips in and out. About half of this giant cock disappeared inside her glistening pussy. There were many different moans coming from the audience. Several of the couples were actually fucking at their own tables.

With one swift movement, Antoine’s huge love stick disappeared deep inside of his target, and his hips started thrusting even faster.

As our ‘stars’ continued their animalistic fucking there were more than a few couples already finishing their own couplings. Deb turned to me, with her sitting on my engorged cock and whisperer in my ear, “now I see why there are all these little towels on every table.”

We both were so engrossed in our own outdoor fucking, we almost lost track of the main attraction. Almost. Just as we finished, and cleaned ourselves up, we turned our attention back to our stars.

Both of them were drenched in sweat, still pumping away on that love seat. After nearly a half hour, Antoine pulled out, took his gigantic tool in his hand, and with Annabeth’s tiny hands, helping, they stroked his length and a minute, or two later, he literally erupted, all over her face, breasts and down to her tummy.

Over the years, watching porn, we’ve seen massive cum shots, but nothing like this. He must have spewed a dozen streams of thick, white cum, all over his gorgeous, black partner.

The audience sat, stunned, until one couple stood and started clapping. As a group, the rest of us, not still fucking at our own tables, stood and showed this couple our appreciation.

What happened, next can only be described as un fucking believable. Several women moved next to Antoine, and started licking his cock, clean. Several other women moved to Annabeth’s cum covered body and started licking her clean, too.

I knew my Deb wouldn’t partake, as that just wasn’t her thing. We just sat at our table, cleaning ourselves up, and watched this show after the main event.

Back in our room, we just ran into the shower, really cleaned ourselves off, and relaxed in our living room.

Just looking at each other, Deb softly said, “can you believe what we just experienced?”

“Not really,” I replied.

We just laid in each other’s arms. After about 45 minutes, we got ourselves into bed, and quickly fell asleep.

Over our very nice breakfast, our phones got a reminder telling us our now two hour massage will begin at 11 AM, on the dot.

Walking over to our cabana, wearing just our robes, but carrying some clothing for afterward. Entering, we were greeted by a tray of fresh fruit, a choice of juices, and wine.

The door opened, with Edward and Simone walking in, both dressed in identical robes. Saying their hellos, to us, they turned to us, and walked up giving us each a warm hug, Edward hugging me, first, then Deb. With Deb, he leaned down, taking her face in his hands and kissing her, very tenderly. I could tell their tongues were doing battle.

Simone came up to me, putting her arms around my neck, rubbing her naked thighs against my crotch, burying her tongue against my tonsils.

Breaking away, Deb and I took off our robes, and climbed onto our more than comfortable tables.

With a minimum of preliminaries, I soon found my cock growing in Simone’s mouth. Edward’s face was buried between Deb’s thighs. I could tell her first orgasm was already here. I also saw his cock in her hand, moving to her mouth. I saw about half enter her mouth, with his hips moving back travesti Bakırköy and forth.

Simone climbed on top of me, taking me deep into her sopping wet cunt. Edward moved Deb to all fours, and moved behind her, rubbing his gigantic manhood up and down her lips. With a swift thrust, he was inside her. I could already tell another orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.

The entire room not only smelled of sex, the noises were of pure raw sex. This was fucking, pure and simple. Deb was in a constant state of arousal, and I was already nearing my limit. I could feel my orgasm building in my loins, soon shooting stream after hot stream of cum into her more than welcoming cunt.

With Edward continuing his onslaught, adding a finger into her asshole, my wife just purred her approval to what was happening.

Simone climbed down from the table, softly cleaning me up. With one last primal scream, Edward shot his load deep into my wife’s quivering pussy.

He climbed down, gave my wife a toe curling kiss, while gently mopping up the mess he left in her.

Laying on my back, and Deb on hers, we both had a soft cloth laid over our eyes. I soon felt soft hands massaging warm oil onto my legs. Not thinking right away, I soon realized I was feeling four hands. Two smaller hands, which I realized belonged to Simone, and two larger, stronger hands that were Edward’s hands.

I just kept an open mind, letting these two have their way with me. The softer hands moved to my arms, tenderly rubbing the oil into my skin. With a small jolt, I felt the larger, male hands taking my balls in them, and slowly moving up and down my slowly reviving cock. This was definitely a first, and something I had never given any thought to.

With Simone kissing me, deeply, I felt a very warm mouth surrounding my cock head. Up and down my very aroused manhood, I just couldn’t believe this fabulous blowjob was being done by a young man, nearly young enough to be my grandson.

I could hear my wife breathing extra hard, and realized she was peeking out from the towel covering her face. I didn’t have a clue what was going through her mind, seeing me starting to lick a very wet pussy, while having my cock sucked by a very young, black man.

After a few minutes I felt a gush of warm female sex juices covering my mouth, while my cock was being treated to a fabulous sucking. A few more minutes of this, and I felt my balls ready to empty. Simone moved next to Edward, and together they took my offering, both taking a shot, or two, and both licking up and down my shaft.

WOW! A fabulous twosome, cleaning my manhood, while my wife watched, wide eyed.

I was exhausted.

The two attendants, then moved back to my wife. Edward softly kissed her on the mouth, while Simone leaned between her wide open thighs, and started licking up and down her very swollen lips.

With Simone licking her clit, she wetted one finger and inserted into her behind. All this time, Edward was kissing Deb, while she held his manhood in one of her hands.

Watching, in awe, my wife took this massive tool in her mouth, after sliding his foreskin down. To be honest, I was surprised she knew how to do this, only having played with my circumcised cock.

With Deb being eaten very thoroughly, and having a cock the size of a Hebrew National Salami in her mouth, I was actually getting aroused, again.

I slowly got off my table, walked behind Simone, lifting her just a bit, and slid my now erect cock into her simmering sex.

Here we were, a couple, just over 41 years of marriage, 65 and 64 years of age, with two 20 year olds, fucking and sucking our brains out.

And we still had the rest of a week to find any other quirky shit to get interested in.

Edward took his glistening cock out of Deb’s mouth, moved me out from behind Simone, letting her lay right on top of my wife, and took me to the other table. He laid on his back, with his arms opened wide, with this ‘come and get it’ look on his face.

I rolled him on his side, laid down end to end, took his monster into my mouth, a definite first for me, and started to give him my very first blow job.

I knew what I liked, so that’s what I started doing. While I started, he took my flaccid manhood, and started to reciprocate.

Within minutes, we were both rock hard, having our cocks in each others mouth.

Hearing my wife with another woman fucking each other, while I had ‘giganto’ in my mouth caused my cock to harden, yet again.

Just as Edward’s manhood started twitching, I wondered what I should do with his offering. Just as he started cumming, I took his member out of my mouth and let him spray all over my chest.

If Deb wouldn’t swallow, I wouldn’t, either.

I couldn’t believe how loud Deb was with Simone now having nearly her entire, small hand in her pussy. We had seen fisting on film, but this absolutely blew my mind. All four of her fingers thrusting in and out of my wife’s wide open sex.

I literally could not move. Deb was the same. There are some who might say that an afternoon of fucking and sucking like this is for the young. We both say, imfatically, that’s a crock of horseshit.

If us old timers can get it on with youngsters like these two magnificent young specimens, then bully for us.

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One of the most controversial men in global politics, King Khalid Manfoubin III is the sole ruler of the Republic of Zabar, located in the heart of West Africa. The small West African nation, which borders the Republic of Nigeria and the Ghanaian realm, is entrenched in controversy. Since the formation of the Republic of Zabar in 1967, the Manfoubin family has ruled it with an Iron fist. The country shuns Westerners and continues to be ruled by a mixture of West African tribal law and Islamic Law. Many anthropologists and journalists have attempted to penetrate the Republic of Zabar’s secrets, but none have succeeded…until now.

The continent of Africa is the wealthiest piece of real estate on the planet earth, and its resources are targeted by the American imperial machine, the European oligarchs and of course, the not so subtle and downright imperialist Chinese. Africa’s Black men and Black women are going to have their hands full defending their continent and its resources from greedy foreign powers who still covet that which does not belong to them. The renewed Scramble for Africa is still a thing, and America, China and Europe are watching the African continent like vultures watch a wounded antelope. The Republic of Zabar is one of the few African nations whose rulers absolutely refuse to bow down to foreign imperialism…

Nothing stirs the world’s curiosity quite like the secrets of African nations, and when it comes to secrecy, the Republic of Zabar takes the cake. Seriously, compared to Zabar, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, heartland of Islam, is as wide open as Switzerland. The Republic of Zabar does business with a few other authoritarian regimes like the Russian State, North Korea, and Swaziland, but otherwise, they shun the rest of the world. The country is rich in gold, diamond and petroleum, and the United States Government wants to do business with them. The small West African nation refuses to budge, so the American government decided to bring out the big guns, so to speak…

According to some very detailed intelligence, King Khalid Manfoubin III, the dictator in charge of the Republic of Zabar is a man of voracious sexual appetites. The man is apparently bisexual and while he doesn’t advertise it the way queer White celebrities do in America, Canada, the United Kingdom and elsewhere, he doesn’t exactly hide it. Rumor is that King Khalid Manfoubin III and his wife Queen Fatima enjoy liaisons with both female and male servants in their lovely castle, located in Wahid City, Capital of the Republic of Zabar. The U.S. government tasked a certain reporter with a fact finding mission during his trip to the legendary West African Muslim nation…

A few days ago, journalist Kennedy Haworth landed at the King Bashir International Airport in Wahid City, Capital of the Republic of Zabar. According to global demographic experts, three million people call Wahid City home, making it the most populated of all of the Republic of Zabar’s major cities. With a population of only seven million people, the Republic of Zabar lacks the size and opulence of its neighbors like Ghana, Senegal and Nigeria but it is rich in resources. For this reason, many of the world’s super powers want to know what makes the West African Muslim nation tick.

With the same polite curiosity with which Kennedy Haworth interviewed closeted bisexual men in the African American community as part of his Down Low Diaries, he approached King Khalid and Queen Fatima of the Republic of Zabar in order to learn their ways. A man who doesn’t respect those different from himself is a fool. The world is a diverse place and those who fail to realize that and behave accordingly won’t get far in life. Kennedy, an openly bisexual gentleman who has friends of all hues around the world, is always polite, friendly and non-judgemental. It’s the secret of his success…

“Come forward, foreigner,” said King Khalid, and the tall, burly and dark-skinned West African Muslim ruler glared at the tall, pale European American man as he did as he was told. The Republic of Zabar maintains embassies in places like Ottawa, Canada, and Washington D.C. in the United States, along with London in the United Kingdom, and Pretoria in South Africa. That’s about it. To the people of the Republic of Zabar, it’s as if the rest of the world simply does not matter. As the most isolationist nation in the world, they’ve mystified many with their strange laws and cultural mores.

“I am at your disposal, Your Highness,” said Kennedy Haworth, the tall and handsome, pale-skinned and red-haired journalist originally from the City of Atlanta, Georgia. A lot of American journalists tend to be aWestruck when dealing with British Royalty and other Bahçeşehir travesti European movers and shakers but they display a remarkable lack of respect when dealing with Africa’s kings and Queens, presidents and prime ministers. Kennedy knew better than that. Upon facing the King and Queen of the Republic of Zabar, Kennedy bowed his head respectfully, as he would before the Queen of England.

“Stop trembling, foreigner,” said Queen Fatima, and the tall, curvy and dark-skinned, absolutely stunning African Royal lady smiled at Kennedy, secretly pleased by his demeanor. Kennedy maintained his posture until he got the nod from King Khalid, then he relaxed somewhat. Commander Ahmed, leader of the Royal Palace Gendarmerie, had his officers Ali and Malik search Kennedy for weapons, and then he allowed the journalist to speak with the Royals. A contingent of heavily armed loyal Zabari soldiers remained close by, of course. The King of Zabar has many enemies, both foreign and domestic…

“Your Highness, I am here on behalf of the American News Network to do an expose on daily life in Wahid City,” Kennedy said earnestly, and King Khalid nodded. During a feast held in Honor of the King, Kennedy got to know King Khalid and his wife Queen Fatima. The African Muslim couple was not at all what even Kennedy expected. King Khalid studied business administration at Morehouse College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, and has an MBA from Howard University in Washington D.C. As for Queen Fatima, she studied commerce at Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, and has an MBA from the University of Houston in the City of Houston, Texas. The African Royals know the way Western companies and Western nations think. That’s why they’re so good at protecting the nation of Zabar from foreign vultures…

“Kennedy, my friend, I know the foreign vultures sent you here to spy on us, and it’s okay, you will tell them what I tell you to tell them, or you won’t make it home, are we clear?” King Khalid said flatly, and Kennedy smiled nervously. Kennedy nodded and King Khalid exchanged a nod with Queen Fatima before smiling. After the feast, Kennedy was given a tour of the Royal palace, and he was also introduced to Prince Maher, eldest son of King Khalid and Queen Fatima, and his sister Princess Amina. The Royal prince and the Royal princess were spending the summer in Wahid City, but would return to their studies at Oxford University in the United Kingdom come September…

“You remind me of the actor who played Lex Luthor in Smallville,” Queen Fatima said to Kennedy, after the Royal palace tour, and Kennedy smiled politely. King Khalid saw the way Queen Fatima flirted with Kennedy and kept trying to provoke him but he didn’t seem to think much of it. Kennedy thanked the King and Queen for the sumptuous feast and the palace tour, and was escorted back to his room by the Royal palace gendarmerie. That night, as Kennedy lay on his bed, he thought of the handsome King Khalid and the beautiful Queen Fatima. The African Royal couple was something else, for real…

A few days passed, and Kennedy got to know King Khalid and Queen Fatima better, and found them to be great people. They were friendly enough, and understandably concerned for the well-being of the Republic of Zabar and its citizens. It is well known that when Americans and Europeans cannot get a country’s resources, they engineer a coup or some sort of emergency in order to install a puppet government and snatch the country’s resources. King Khalid and Queen Fatima are right not to trust the American, European and Chinese corporations that constantly beg for a piece of the Zabari nation’s pie.

Kennedy was surprised by how well-liked King Khalid was. As the King walked through the streets of Wahid City with only a few bodyguards, he was greeted by well-wishers who seemed sincere in their adoration of the man. Kennedy, who grew up watching images of poverty and squalor in African nations, was stunned to see how clean and neat Wahid City was. The people of Zabar love King Khalid because he provides them with free university education, free health care and plenty of jobs in the realms of engineering, education, construction and infrastructure. American democracy doesn’t work for most African nations. A strong ruler like King Khalid is what most African countries need, and history has shown this to be true.

“King Khalid, the American government did send me to learn of your country’s weaknesses, but I despise their racist ways, and I pledge my loyalty to you,” Kennedy said to King Khalid, a few days into his stay. King Khalid smiled at Kennedy and nodded in apparent agreement. The African King was no fool and knew Bahçeşehir travestiileri that Kennedy was not to be trusted. No man can serve two masters. Of course, Kennedy would be tested, and King Khalid and Queen Fatima invited him to their Royal chambers to test his loyalty. Time to see what this bisexual White American male with liberal tendencies is made of…

“Entertain us,” King Khalid said to Kennedy, and the young American journalist nodded. King Khalid lay in bed, with his gorgeous wife Queen Fatima next to him. The tall, curvaceous, large-breasted and big-bottomed, dark-skinned African Muslim woman was a vision of beauty. The King kissed his Queen, and sucked on her breast. Queen Fatima grinned, and licked her lips as King Khalid sucked on her tits and fingered her wet, hairy pussy. Kennedy watched the Royal African couple, and then began undressing. Queen Fatima lay there, relaxing as King Khalid got on all fours and buried his face between her thick dark thighs. Some African men absolutely love eating pussy and King Khalid is one of them, much to Queen Fatima’s sheer delight…

“Oh yes, just like that,” Queen Fatima sighed, and she rubbed her tits as King Khalid continued to eat her pussy. Meanwhile, Kennedy got naked. The tall, pale fellow was very average looking but he had a big White cock swinging between his legs. King Khalid glanced at Kennedy while eating Queen Fatima’s pussy and beckoned for the bisexual White American journalist to join them on the bed. Kennedy sat there and watched King Khalid and Queen Fatima as they did their thing. While getting her pussy licked by her husband King Khalid, Queen Fatima reached for Kennedy’s long and thick cock and stroked him.

“I am at your disposal, sir and madam,” Kennedy said, and King Khalid exchanged a smile with Queen Fatima, who nodded. King Khalid grabbed Kennedy and kissed him, then stroked his cock. Kennedy held his breath as the African Royal leaned over and took his cock into his mouth. Queen Fatima lay there, fingering her pussy while watching King Khalid suck Kennedy’s cock. A lot of African women hate bisexual men but Queen Fatima is not one of them. The African female Royal has known about her husband’s bisexuality from day one and supports him as long as he’s discrete and plays safe. No shame in the African Queen’s game…

“Delicious,” King Khalid paused to say, and he sucked Kennedy’s cock until the journalist was hard as a rock. Queen Fatima looked at the two bisexual hunks on her bed and grinned. Just like that, the Queen joined the action. Queen Fatima got on all fours and shook her big Black butt. King Khalid grinned and caressed Queen Fatima’s ass before rolling a condom on his huge West African dick. Queen Fatima purred like a kitten as King Khalid eased his thick dark dick into her pussy. Just like that, the African king began smashing the African Queen’s big Black booty. Black love taken to another level…

“Bring that big White cock right before, Kennedy, I want to taste you while my husband King Khalid fucks me,” Queen Fatima said to Kennedy, who complied with the Queen’s orders at once. As King Khalid gripped her wide hips and slammed his thick dark cock into her pussy, Queen Fatima grabbed Kennedy’s cock and began sucking him off. King Khalid winked at Kennedy, who sighed happily as Queen Fatima sucked his cock. Kennedy, a forthrightly bisexual White male, has been with Black men and Black women back in his hometown of Atlanta, but never at the same time. The bisexual Georgian stud thought he’d died and gone to interracial bisexual heaven, for real…

“Hot stuff,” King Khalid said, as he fucked Queen Fatima’s big beautiful ass while she sucked Kennedy’s thick White cock. King Khalid remembered his wild days as a young bisexual Black man on the Morehouse College campus in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. In those days, King Khalid would fuck hot women like Juanita Brown, a big-booty Black chick from Clark-Atlanta University, but he also fucked hunky guys like his roommate Trevor Whitaker, the secretly bisexual son of a wealthy Atlanta preacher. One night, King Khalid got drunk and fucked both Juanita and Trevor. King Khalid has been addicted to male/male/female bisexual threesomes ever since, and he married Queen Fatima because she was accepting of his choices. He’s loved her ever since. A smart King chooses the right Queen for himself and his kingdom…

“Let’s switch it up,” Queen Fatima said, her melodious voice snatching King Khalid out of his reverie. Queen Fatima wanted to try new stuff, and both King Khalid and Kennedy got with the program. Queen Fatima rolled a condom on Kennedy’s cock and got on all fours. After getting the nod from King travesti Bahçeşehir Khalid, Kennedy got behind Queen Fatima and caressed her big Black butt. Just like that, Kennedy eased his thick White cock into Queen Fatima’s pussy. King Khalid watched Kennedy’s thick pale cock slide into Queen Fatima’s pussy. Good stuff. Grabbing a new condom and lube, King Khalid got behind Kennedy.

“In Africa, if you target the Queen, the King gets you,” King Khalid said to Kennedy, and just like that, the African Royal eased his thick Black dick into the American’s ass. Kennedy groaned as King Khalid’s big Black dick entered his ass hole. As a bisexual White man from the American South who digs both Black men and Black women, Kennedy often had trouble deciding whether he likes Black pussy more than Black cock. No need to ponder that question in West Africa, as Kennedy got to savor both Black dick and Black pussy at the same time. Queen Fatima moaned as Kennedy’s big White cock filled her sweet African pussy and Kennedy groaned as King Khalid’s big Black cock filled his White ass.

“Long live the Zabari nation,” Kennedy squealed, overwhelmed by the feel of King Khalid’s cock up his ass while Queen Fatima’s pussy gripped his cock. The sexually adventurous trio continued with their fun until they climaxed, and then took a breather. Queen Fatima lay between King Khalid and Kennedy, her lovely body covered in sweat. The African Queen was still horny, and both Kennedy and King Khalid exchanged a smile as they struggled to keep up with her. Queen Fatima got on all fours and shook that big beautiful Black ass of hers. King Khalid got behind her, and this time, he spread her cheeks and lubricated her ass.

“I love anal in every way,” King Khalid said to Kennedy as he lubricated Queen Fatima’s butt hole and then eased his big Black cock into her. Kennedy nodded while watching the African Royal couple do their thing. Queen Fatima groaned and began fingering her wet, hairy pussy as King Khalid fucked her in the ass. King Khalid was being truthful when he said that he likes anal sex in every way. Mere days ago, King Khalid had Queen Fatima buy a strap-on dildo to fuck him with it. Queen Fatima moaned in pleasure as King Khalid fucked her in the ass. The African Queen loves anal sex, both giving and receiving, and if loving it is wrong, then she doesn’t want to be right…

“Kennedy, quit spectating and join us,” Queen Fatima ordered, and Kennedy gasped in surprise. The journalist looked at the African King and the African Queen, who grinned and nodded. Grabbing a condom and lube, Kennedy rejoined the party. The well-endowed bisexual White male came up behind the African King and rubbed his pale cock against his ass. King Khalid rubbed his ass against Kennedy’s cock while sliding his cock into Queen Fatima’s butt hole. Without further ado, Kennedy pushed his big pale cock into King Khalid’s ass. Time for the bisexual African Royal to discover the awesome power of big White American cock…

“This is sublime, sir,” Kennedy said as he rammed his big pale cock into King Khalid’s ass. King Khalid groaned, then sighed in pleasure. The African Royal gentleman felt almost overwhelmed by the feel of Kennedy’s big White cock up his ass while Queen Fatima’s tight butt hole gripped his own big Black dick. King Khalid Manfoubin III, ruler of the Republic of Zabar is a bisexual Black man who loves Black female booty and big White cock, and it’s more than okay in the twenty first century. Kennedy rammed his cock up King Khalid’s ass while King Khalid slammed his cock up Queen Fatima’s ass. The hot interracial bisexual three-way continued until sexual exhaustion claimed all participants…

“This is how we get down in the Zabari Capital,” King Khalid said to Kennedy as he lay in bed next to his Queen Fatima and their new American friend. Kennedy looked at the Royal African couple, and smiled. A new chapter was beginning for all three of them. King Khalid and Queen Fatima were pleasantly surprised when Kennedy pledged his fealty to them and to the nation of Zabar. The American journalist seemed sincere but the African Royal couple still had doubts. Kennedy decided to go the extra mile to prove his loyalty to the wonderful and generous rulers of the African nation of Zabar…

The next day, Kennedy called his superiors at the American News Network and quit, and he also phoned the Director of the American Intelligence Agency to formally quit his mission. The American authorities were stunned when Kennedy renounced his American citizenship and claimed asylum from the American imperialist regime in the nation of Zabar. The American oligarchs were stunned by this about face from their most trusted agent. Kennedy Haworth, a bisexual American spy/journalist has succumbed to the Power of Black Dick. No one, regardless of race, religion, political affiliation, sexual orientation or gender identity, is immune to this awesome and irresistible power. Black dick is simply invincible. It’s changing the world, one person at a time…

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The booming sound of Alexis’ loud music coming from the bathroom was the last push that Kofi needed to get up from bed. The clothes on his back cascaded down his body as he got out of bed, his face lighting up in a smile over the kindness his little sister had shown him by picking out the clothes that Kofi loved to wear the most.

Closing his eyes, the twenty-five-year-old could even smell her lovely scent from when she had been in his room and helped him prepare for his workday.

“Such a cutie” he sighed as he picked up the clothes and used them to shield his morning wood as he groggily stumbled out of his bedroom and into the hallway where Alexis’ trashy hip hop music blasted from the bathroom. Reaching the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar, he rubbed his eyes as he slowly pried it open, peeking inside at his lovely little eighteen-year-old step-sister that annoyingly occupied the bathroom.

Alexis was standing in front of him, smiling proudly at the mirror and she was dressed only in lingerie.

Kofi was truly shocked by what he was seeing, and before he could say anything, he had to take in what he was seeing. The university’s most sought-after babe, the head cheerleader, was dressed in a black and grey lingerie set. Her legs were encased in pair of sheer and smooth black stockings, clinging to her muscular and firm legs, ending at her thighs. From there, she had suspenders connected to them, crossing her smooth thighs, ending at a black lace garter belt around her waist. Below it he expected to see a matching thong or g-string, but she had yet to put it on as he got to see her bare booty for the first time.

The entirety of her flat, tanned belly was left exposed, her sexy navel capturing his attention for a moment. From there, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift upward to her large breasts, even larger than he had initially thought, struggling to stay contained in her grey lace bra. The garment was slightly transparent, allowing him to see a hint of her terrific nipples through the lace garment. The bra covered most of the fronts of her breasts while leaving a fair amount of skin showing, including the entirety of her smooth, succulent cleavage. The way her two massive, bulbous breasts pressed together was mouth-watering, the smooth fleshy chasm arresting his vision. The skin of her smooth tits was pouring over the edges of the lacy material, threatening to escape. The upper halves of her large, tanned tits were left exposed to his vision as well.

When Alexis spun around, her bare ass was just hanging out for his eyes to feast on…

And he couldn’t look away!

Her big and round booty looked amazing in her cheerleader skirt, and it looked even better like this. Full and round and smooth, each tanned cheek looked amazing. Her ass stood out from her slim frame, perky and firm and perfectly shaped. And her ass-crack was just as fantastic, looking deep and smooth and mouth-watering. And not only was her ass amazing on its own, the sight of her barely visible asshole made the experience even more unforgettable.

Kofi wanted his barely legal eighteen-year-old little sister, just like any other red-blooded male, he wanted to tie her to a bed and spend eternity breeding her…

And this morning…

He was too horny not to try!

God damn… she was the finest piece of ass!

With determination, he opened the door fully and rushed in, unbeknownst to the barely legal eighteen-year-old. And after having quickly closed the door behind him and thrown away his clothes, he turned with the biggest hardon he had ever sported, aimed and stepped forwards into something unbelievably soft and moist.

“Ahhhhh!!!” were the screams of the gorgeous little sister as he collided into her, knocking the lace thong out of her hands as she was forced forwards on her black high heels.

Alexis ended up bent over the sink as Kofi came to a stop behind her and the rush that surged through him made him grow even harder inside of her.

Kofi’s eyes were locked on the platinum blonde head cheerleader’s incredible bare and tanned ass, which was just fucking hanging out, begging to be admired as it was pressed into his crotch. The platinum blonde’s bubble-shaped rear end was just perfectly formed, firm and juicy and perfect. Each ripe cheek was perky and full, standing out proudly from her curvaceous body like two large melons clashing together and he honestly didn’t know how the fuck his little sister’s ass could look so fucking fine…

But Alexis’ ass was out of this world!

“God damn girl…your bimbo ass gotta start locking that door” Kofi groaned the words as his eyes tore holes into his little sister’s perfect ass that met with those amazing pair of legs that she had! The hamstrings looked defined and popping, her tanned skin glistening and he could even see those massive quads spreading to the side as he pushed her harder against the sink.

Damn…her legs were the thing of dream, the way her quads Bahçeşehir travesti would flex and stand out. Those damn thighs were packed with muscle, even bigger than his and as he bore his eyes deep into her perfect muscles, he admired how she had just enough of fat to make them look juicy and not just crazy fit.

So many times had he drooled over his little sister as she paraded around in that skimpy cheerleading uniform of hers, but seeing her stand before him nearly naked changed everything…

And he wasn’t sure why she was making so many grimaces in the mirror as she gripped on to the sink with a lot of effort.

Despite her grimaces, Alexis raised a hand to hold over her double F cups as the skimpy lace push-up bra did nothing to hide her modesty, but her tits were so freaking big that the titty-flesh ballooned up into a cleavage so spectacular that he openly drooled at the sight of her in the mirror.

“Kofi! Get off of me!” Alexis yelled with tears escaping her eyes and hearing the world of pain resonating from her voice, Kofi listened and stepped back…

When his twelve inches pulled out of her tight pussy, Alexis could finally see the monster that had split her pussy apart!

And Alexis could not look away as his monstrously large black cock stood out, his morning wood making it look like a glorious weapon and pointing in her direction.

“God damn what an ass…” Kofi said as he walked towards her as the platinum blonde bimbo was pushing that big booty out as she remained bent over the sink, her breathing heavy. When he stepped up behind her, he saw in the mirror that her blue eyes remained arrested by the menacing-looking veins on his cock, which is why she didn’t see it coming…

SPANK!

“Ohhhh!! Kofi!!!” Alexis squealed as she tried to tip-toe quickly out of his reach, her round and firm ass cheek jiggling from the hard impact of his humongous palm, but she was trapped against the sink.

“Had you not been such a blonde bimbo, then this wouldn’t have happened” Kofi laughed at how gullible his little sister was as this wasn’t the first time she had failed to lock the door and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Kofi?” Alexis called his name in her adorable voice as he gripped her wide hips with his black hands, his finger gripping into her garter belt.

“What?” Kofi asked as he pressed into her big booty, his hardon coming closer and closer to her teenage pussy. If Kofi wasn’t mistaken, the hottest girl at the university held his gaze for less than a second before those blue eyes looked away…

Almost as if she was searching for the sight of his cock again!

“Can I see it again?” Alexis asked breathlessly, her long platinum blonde hair looking amazing as it fell down to about her hips in gorgeous waves.

“Now?” Kofi asked, stunned as he had never seen Alexis look like… a desperate slut!

“Y-yeah…now…” Alexis whispered breathlessly before biting her pink and plump upper lip as she remained bent over the sink, looking into the mirror with dazed eyes.

“Alright sis, come take a look” Kofi grinned as he stepped away from her, never having seen his little sister so flustered and he knew she was hot as hell, but seeing her like this, it was as if his dick grew another inch in appreciation of her incredible body.

“Oh God it’s big…” Alexis practically moaned out the words as she turned around to see and it was as if she was speaking to his dick and not him.

“Come closer” Kofi smirked, beckoning her beauty to him with his long finger as she bit her upper lip and forced her eyes off of his dick, her big double E cups still ballooning under the pressure of her arm squeezing them.

“Before I do… was it an accident or did you mean to?” Alexis asked, looking nervous as she covered her pussy with her tiny little hand.

“Accident… I promise” Kofi lied as he had quite simply penetrated her pussy on purpose and despite how wrong it was… he was beyond happy that she wasn’t angry about it.

“I believe you” Alexis told him, her eyes still marvelling at the sight of his black dick as it stood out from his body like a thick mast that drew her closer to him.

Dreaming of his little sister doing this was one thing, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the moment when she knelt down between his legs, her huge tits jiggling as she did so. His grin grew wickedly, and his eyes went wide, but she didn’t notice, as her eyes were stuck on his massive weapon.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his dick throbbing, knowing that pleasure was close by.

“It’s so big!” she said, eyes wide, not holding back, unable to contain herself, biting her lower lip as she stared at his huge black dick.

“I can’t believe this was in me… it’s so freaking big!” Alexis moaned as she became so hypnotised by his dick that she searched for it with her hands, thus revealing it all.

Holy fuck! Those tits!

They were absolutely massive. Jesus… Bahçeşehir travestiileri these suckers just vaulted off her chest, mammoth and round and smooth. They were the size of melons and just as ripe. Her boobs were perky and firm, with literally zero sag. Damn… to think she carried double F cups! Fuck, they looked just as tanned as the rest of her, the chasm of cleavage made him yearn for them as her hands wrapped around his twelve inches.

“Wow… it’s gigantic!” Alexis marvelled as she moved her face closer, wanting a better look.

It was absolutely massive, a good eleven inches, maybe even bigger. His weapon was hard as steel, standing straight out from his shaved crotch, pointing right at her. And it was… perfect. Each inch was more perfect than the last. Smooth, and black as the night, with prominent, masculine veins empowering it to its current throbbing state, capped with a prominent, angry head. Below it was a pair of two perfectly large, swollen balls, encased in a smooth, hanging sack, filled to the brim with his copious seed.

Alexis’ eyes went wide as she stared at it, and she almost went cross-eyed as she stared down its impressive length.

It… it was enormous!

Fascinated, she moved in closer to it, and she could feel the heat and power coming off of it. It was incredible! She’d never seen anything like it. She reached forward with one nervous hand and wrapped her little fingers around its thick, iron-hard base as best as she could, not getting all the way around its girth. Now that she had it in her grasp, she tilted the thing so it was pointed directly at her face.

“What do you think?” Kofi asked as she looked down the barrel of the rifle. He never had a doubt what her answer would be.

“It’s amazing big bro! Oh my God!” she effused softly, enthralled, smiling slightly, looking at it with wide eyes, studying every inch as she tilted it in front of her. She was biting at her plump lower lip as she admired his massive cock.

As soon as the head of his lengthy weapon was pointed directly at her mouth again, he slid his large hand down into her silky soft platinum blonde hair. “This is the bigge… mmMMMPPPPHHH!” she groaned as he pulled the head cheerleader forward, pushing his rock-hard weapon into her hot and eager mouth, the thick, angry tip pushing past her smooth, plump pink lips.

“Mmm… that’s it,” Kofi sighed as he felt his little sister’s tongue sliding along the underside of his pole. “Taste that big black cock, sis! Savour it. Fuck! Get used to it. Cause if you’re as good at this as I think you’re gonna be, you’re gonna be doing this a lot from now on. Fuck…sis! No wonder you’re the head cheerleader.” Kofi moaned with his hand on the back of her head, his focus entirely on his own pleasure. So, he pulled her down deeper, forcing his cock deeper into Brianna’s mouth, till the tip was pressed against the entrance to her throat.

Alexis’ eyes were wide. The young platinum blonde had never had her mouth so full, despite having giving a whole lot of blowjobs, but once again, she was sucking cock like she was meant to do and what a cock it was!. A big, fat cock in a hot and eager mouth. Her shock at having this cock jammed into her mouth slowly dissipated as she adjusted to his intense size. Kofi’s black dick practically filled her mouth to the brim, her smooth lips wrapped around its girth, her tongue pressed against its underside.

But despite him taking the initiative in forcing her gasping mouth onto his swollen dick, she wasn’t trying to pull her lips off his cock, not in the slightest. Her tongue was licking the underside, savouring its masculine flavour. She was drooling all over it, quite frankly, her heated saliva coating the thick unyielding weapon, leaking past her lips and down his shaft. Adjusting enough to feel like she could begin actively participating, she did her best to give him what she wanted, bobbing up and down on the top few inches of dick.

With his hand still firmly in place on the back of her head, he pulled her down, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth and down her tight throat. Her eyes went wide at this sudden invasion of a huge, thick cock down her throat. She didn’t think she was capable of this. She didn’t even think it was possible for any of his thick weapon to fit any deeper. And yet, with his firm, confident grasp guiding her, she somehow took a few good inches of cock down her tight throat.

He held himself there, really staking out his dominance by staking his cock in her tight throat, forcing the busty cheerleader to hold his weapon in her mouth despite her discomfort. He held his cock in place, making her take it, making her experience its power first hand. Tears of discomfort slid down her tanned cheeks, but she wasn’t fighting back. She was compliant, doing what was asked of her, like the good bitch she was. She certainly had potential, Kofi thought to himself. Finally, sensing her lack of travesti Bahçeşehir air, he released his grip on her. She removed her mouth from his black and glistening cock as she panted deeply for air, refilling her lungs. His cock was coated with her spit, drool connecting his pulsing shaft and her open mouth. Her eyes were glassy with lust, and her skin was glowing. Kofi watched her, eager to see her reaction to sucking his mighty cock.

He would not be let down.

An expression of heavy lust crossed her lips as they curled up in a wicked, hungry sneer. Then, eagerly, savagely, Brianna attacked his throbbing cock with her hot, wet, teenage mouth. She dove forward, mouth wide open, attacking his iron erection. There was no hesitation. No fear. Brianna didn’t even slow down as she forced herself deeper, taking inch after inch of black dick smoothly into her mouth. The thick meaty weapon grazed across her smooth lips, and the underside slid across her hot, wet, eager tongue, absorbing its addictive flavour. She didn’t slow down. She just took that cock into her mouth like a trooper. Her smooth, plump lips formed a tight seal around his thick shaft, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to properly suck the brutal older man’s huge cock. She looked up at her big bro, her eyes still watery, seeking his approval.

“That’s it, sis. That’s it. What a good little cock sucker you are!” he groaned, closing his eyes in bliss.

Bent over, butt pushing out, the young beauty was getting seriously into this, her head bobbing as she knelt in submission for her handsome brother. She had never done anything like this, acted so incredibly slutty, and it was so exciting. She was energized by the filth she was taking part in. Add on to that the fact that she’d never seen anything close to Kofi’s huge black cock, it was understandable as to why she was going a little crazy over it. Looking up, all she could see was his massive pole sticking out of her young mouth, his fit stomach getting closer to her face as she bobbed on it and the just the towering size of the rest of his upper body. Her drool was leaking from her mouth copiously, soaking the massive pole, leaking down to his massive cum-filled balls. Finally, desperate for air, eyes glassy, she ripped her mouth from the thick weapon, panting yet smiling.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, eyes glassy with lust, lips swollen as she gawked at her brother’s spit-soaked weapon. Her hand still gripping the base of his pulsing dong, she leaned forward, extending her tongue and lewdly licking along the smooth shaft.

“Fuck!” he sighed, eyes closing with pleasure. Composing himself, he spoke up. “You like it, sis?” Kofi asked. “You like that black dick?” he asked as she ran her tongue around his mushroom tip.

“It’s amazing big bro!” Alexis gasped, eyes wide, her pretty face lit up with excitement. She couldn’t believe how much fun she was having.

“Damn…” he sighed, shocked at how fast she was progressing. Looking down at her, her perfect ass pointed upwards, her massive tits swaying beneath her as she attacked his huge cock. He thrusted into her mouth as she kept at it. “You are a natural, sis. I knew you would be fantastic at sucking dick! Fuck! I had heard the rumours around the university… But I didn’t think you’d be this fucking good. Fuck! I want you to be my girl Alexis…fuck you’re hot! Those tits… fuck… that ass… you’re built to be on your knees, sucking my black dick!” he growled, closing his eyes and stroking his huge fingers through her Goddess-like hair as she resumed her slutty ways.

Alexis was laser-focused on sucking him off, her hand had slid downward, massaging his nut-sack as she blew him. Instinctually, she knew it would make him feel good. The true slut inside her was being brought to the surface the longer this went on.

And she was afraid to fully expose to her big bro who she really was…

“Fuck!” he grunted, sounding almost angry the pleasure was so good. He reached down again and curled her hair around his fingers, fucking up into her mouth as he pulled her down roughly, forcing his cock even deeper as she sucked him off, digging out more territory in her tight throat.

Taking himself right up to the edge, his cock throbbing as he brutally fucked her throat at a savage pace, he had enough self-control to hold off, knowing that he didn’t want to cum just yet. Plus, he could see that she was beginning to struggle for breath. Holding off his climax, he released his grip on her hair, letting her go. With a gasp, she pulled her mouth from his bone-hard weapon, thick bands of drool connecting her mouth to the ruthless brother’s monster dick. Red-faced, she panted for breath and wiped her hand over her face, as her own spit had coated her mouth area. If she was bothered by such rough treatment, she didn’t show it, her gorgeous face wearing a huge grin. But mercy was short from a man like Kofi, and he was eager to move things along.

“Stand up!” he commanded, and she complied, a little dazed as he pushed her up against the sink, turned her curvaceous lingerie-clad body around and bent her over.

Not really believing he was actually bending such a sexy woman at the waist, preparing her for the savage pounding he planned to unleash upon her mighty beautiful body.

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“Let’s do this,” Kyra Hollister-Villiers said, and the tall and curvy, dark-skinned, sexy and big-bottomed African American gal got on all fours and shook her big black ass for her husband. Stephen Villiers grabbed a condom and came up behind Kyra and lubricated her butt hole before sliding his cock inside. The big and tall Haitian man has been wanting to fuck his woman’s ass for a long time. Finally, after a lot of begging and preparation, Kyra let Stephen fuck her in the ass. The brotha’s dream finally came true. Millions of black men dream of fucking their favorite black woman in her butt hole but Stephen made it happen with Kyra. Give the brother some applause…

“At last,” Stephen sighed, loving the feel of Kyra’s warm, tight butt hole around his dick. This was something which Stephen had been dreaming about for a very long time. Tall and curvy black women with big tits, curvy bodies and big round butts are definitely Stephen’s idea of heaven. Big booty black women like Kyra should get butt fucked more often. It is truly a beautiful and wonderful thing. Meanwhile, Stephen and Kyra’s good buddy Matthew Mattison joined the party. Matthew took some lube, put on a condom, and slid his thick white cock into Stephen’s butt hole. Let the good times roll…

“Oh yeah,” Stephen groaned, as Matthew’s cock filled his butt while Kyra’s butt hole gripped his dick. For a masculine bisexual black man like Stephen, this was pure heaven. Threesomes involving two men and a woman are fun, especially when everyone fucks everyone. A long time ago, Stephen realized that he liked black pussy and white cock. This is the sort of realization that can complicate a black man’s Bahçeşehir travesti life if he doesn’t handle it properly. Fortunately, Stephen found the perfect wife in Kyra Hollis, one of those rare black women who loves bisexual black men. Isn’t that frigging awesome?

“So damn tight,” Matthew sighed, as Stephen’s ass clenched around his dick. From the moment Matthew met Stephen, during their halcyon days at Bay State University in downtown Boston, Massachusetts, the chubby, dark-haired white dude knew that the manly Haitian fellow was a switch-hitter. Matthew is cool with that because he swings both ways as well. Matthew is fairly active in the swingers scene in his hometown of Stoughton, Massachusetts. Lots of freaky couples get visited by Matthew for some wild fun. Nothing wrong with that.

“Fuck me harder,” Kyra demanded, and Stephen grunted, playfully smacking her thick brown booty as he fucked her. Kyra’s asshole was warm and tight, just the way Stephen liked them. Earlier that night, he’d buried his face between Kyra’s thighs and ate her pussy thoroughly. Kyra has a delicious pussy and Stephen pleasured her with his tongue and fingers until she came all over his face. Girly cum is simply the best. As much as Stephen loves the taste of black female booty, black pussy is magically delicious and must never be underappreciated or overlooked. Kyra fingered her pussy and began grinding her big ass against Stephen’s groin as he fucked her in the butt. The bisexual Haitian stud has a good dick and knows how to use it…

“I love your big booty,” Stephen said to Kyra, who laughed and even twerked that big ass of hers as Bahçeşehir travestiileri her man fucked her butt hole. Feeling a bit left out, Matthew thrust his cock deeper into Stephen’s butt hole, his way of reminding the big and tall Haitian man that he was still in the game. In Matthew’s experience, a lot of bisexual black men love a big white cock and there’s nothing wrong with that. Matthew only deals with bisexual men and sometimes their wives and girlfriends. That’s just the way Matthew gets down.

The last time Matthew hooked up with a gay guy, some fool named Jonathan Nerva, he ended up with a stalker. Jonathan Nerva got addicted to Matthew’s cock and wanted him to give up women to be with him. Why are gay guys always trying to get bisexual men to give up women to be with them? Don’t they ever learn? Matthew ended up going to the police to get rid of Jonathan Nerva and his stalking ass. Bisexual guys know how to fuck both women and men without getting clingy or weird afterwards. Life is better this way.

After fucking like this for a while, Stephen, Kyra and Matthew switched things up. Kyra donned her favorite strap-on dildo, and told the fellas to get ready. Matthew got on all fours and Kyra came up behind him. The chubby white dude groaned as the sexy, curvy African American gripped his hips and pushed her dildo into his butt hole. Stephen watched, stroking his long and thick, uncircumcised dick as Kyra did her thing. Kyra is really dominant when she wants to be and she fucked Matthew’s ass with gusto. No shame in this fierce black lady’s sex game, for real.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” Matthew groaned, and Kyra laughed travesti Bahçeşehir and smacked his ass while pegging the Hell out of him. Matthew winked at Stephen, who came forward and waved his long and thick Haitian cock at him. Matthew grabbed Stephen’s dick and began sucking him off. Stephen winked at his darling wife Kyra and the two of them exchanged dap while double teaming their good friend Matthew. With a big black cock crammed down his throat and a dildo up his ass, the forthrightly bisexual Matthew was in WBH or White Boy Heaven. Stephen and Kyra serviced Matthew at both ends and didn’t let up until the big man from Stoughton finally tapped out.

“Let’s keep going,” Kyra said to Matthew and Stephen, who grinned and exchanged a look. The bodacious African American gal is the lady of the house and she must be obeyed. After taking a breather, the three of them switched things up. Matthew put on a new condom while Kyra approached him. Matthew slid his pale cock into Kyra’s juicy pussy. Meanwhile, Stephen grabbed a new condom and lubricant, and slid his big Haitian dick into Matthew’s pale and hairy ass. Stephen gripped Matthew’s hips and fucked his ass with deep, passionate strokes. At the same time, Matthew slammed his dick into Kyra’s pussy, causing her to squeal in delight. The interracial bisexual action continued well into the night, until all involved parties were pleasurably sore…

“That was awesome,” Matthew said to Stephen and Kyra, much later, as they sat in the living room and talked things over. After some truly wild sex, they showered, got dressed and bantered. Matthew thanked Stephen and Kyra for their hospitality and then got back on the road. It’s a long drive from the City of Boston to Stoughton, but it was definitely worth the trip. Matthew is a bisexual adventurer who has been with Indian couples, Latino couples, Chinese couples and more. Black couples remain Matthew’s favorite, and it’s not very hard to see why. Good times, folks.

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