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The world is such a strange place. Seriously. Human beings simply can’t seem to get along. And nowhere are human relations as complicated as they are within the United States of America. Diversity exists here, or so they say. In America, you see such a mix of people. And power changes hands more often here than anywhere else. Where else could you see the wonders and the horrors that I have seen? My name is Steve. A six-foot-one, big and bulky, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and...
I am James Monroe and the leader and General of the Freedom Force I-II. The I-II in our name stands for the First and Second Amendments of the original Constitution of the United States of America. The organization was created prior to the repeal of III amendment rights so the original name stuck. We do not support nor are we subjected to the laws of the corrupted New America government and fight to bring back the Constitution of our forefathers and that of the United States of...
The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent who has lived in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for a decade. I’m heading to Canada in a few days. I’ll stop by Buffalo first to get some things squared away. I’m glad to be leaving the city of Brockton. My once-beloved city has begun to disgust me. The racism of the city’s white men and white women, especially the civil servants ( librarians, police officers and teachers) is appalling. Also...
My name is Josh Fernando and I’m a student at Brutus College in Sanford, Maine. Originally, I’m from the Island Nation of Haiti, down in the Caribbean. Cap Haitian is my hometown. I attended College Notre Dame, an all-male private Catholic High School located in Cap. I received a very good education which prepared me for dealing with the world. This year, I moved to America with my father Franklin and brothers Carlos and Jose. For a young brother like myself, this new school and the country...
*Dedicated to Wayne P. over at SOLDG* This is a true* story; all characters and events described are based on factual accounts, although some small portions of dialogue have been altered for dramatic effect. Certain manufacturers or their representatives have paid a substantial fee to, or performed many hours of cunnilingus upon, the author for the shameless promotion of products and services. Any persons who believe this are invited to forward their most recent bank statements, along with a...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I’ve been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I’ve been seeing black men and black women walking a little taller. I think it all has to do with a black man being the President of the United States of America. I could be...
September 11, 2011 is upon us. The day feared by countless Americans and Arabs worldwide. Will some religious nutcase from the Muslim world try something crazy and finally push the United States toward the complete obliteration of the Arab world? Will Arab-Americans be rounded up like Japanese-Americans were during World War Two after the Japanese Imperialists stormed Pearl Harbor? I’m glad the day went peacefully, for more reasons than you can imagine. My name is Djamal Adul-Muqaddim and I...
Abuse of Power Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely Two well dressed women wearing business suits are escorted into the Oval Office of the Whitehouse and asked to sit on one of the two opposing couches. One woman was Caroline Gates, a petite brunette with very short hair. The other was Megan McConnell a redhead of medium build, with hair of curls reaching her shoulders. Both are dressed in business suits consisting of a white blouse, jacket and matching trousers, and both wearing high heeled...
For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed...
IncestHer husband’s disgusting behavior last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss’ party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The...
IncestThe four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the...
IncestWhile peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main door to collect the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the process her full breasts spilled out to form a delectable cleavage. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman’s bicycle parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for...
The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure c***d, his breath carrying the odour of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse...
Deen’s head was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an unruly man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn’t mind going through it with her son in the house made his heart beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty...
IncestTheodore Malvis is the name. Who am I? A tall, good-looking young black man who happens to be the hero of this story. Adventure is the nature of my game. Well, that’s my hidden passion, anyway. In my everyday life, I’m a student at Graystone University. It’s a small, private Roman Catholic school located in the small town of Graystone, Kansas. I found out about this school during the second semester of my senior year in high school. Back then, I lived in Boston,Massachusetts. I was a student at...
Gather around all you young people and let me tell you about a film that changed America. Almost by itself, this one movie took our middle class who were hopelessly mired in the bible belt of the fifties into the swinging seventies and eighties. You see while the youths and the hip people escaped into the sixties, the middle class would not allow itself to make that big of a leap into freedom. Long hair, weird clothes, and drugs among other things would not yet fit into their stalwart...
This is a different one for me. No cheating. No elaborate plots. Just a story of appreciating what you have. I’ve been told that happiness is not having everything you want, but wanting what you have. And there is more than one way to betray someone, so here’s a story about that. Edited by my good friend NonetheWiser, who, as usually, takes my drivel and makes it readable. The man truly has the ability to polish a turd and make it shine! It does start with a funeral. Sorry Ohio — I hope it...
So Mary, a good middleclass girl, stuck it out. She stayed with Habib for two years because he was a good provider. He was working sixty-seven hours a week at a eatery on the near-west-side of Indianapolis, and that was a problem because the unskilled lover was almost never a lover at all anymore; and when he was, he smelt of the fish and vinegar that the eatery so famously served. This is where I come in. I was blocked. I had been fighting on a follow up novel to my first novel that had...
CHAPTER ONE (England) Disillusioned, angry and feeling like whoring, Rothschild Cape stood outside the publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare, rejected manuscript under his arm. He watched a lady riding sidesaddle eating grapes but holding her nose as she passed the horse-drawn night-cart that ought to have been off the streets at that time of day. Roth loved whores but so many of them here in London were diseased with pocked-faces. Perhaps he should sail for America where the skies were...
Introduction: A strory about a cheating wife in Indiana Mary Beth Anderson was an all American girl from Indiana. She had roots in Kentucky and all about the American way. She was a single mother of nineteen and had just split up from the father of her child. On a chance encounter with a friend of a friend she met Habib. Habib was a young man from Jordon, slightly older at twenty-four. So needing a change, and Habib was certainly a change from the high school sweetheart who had fathered her...
The silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant city, Flashing in the sunlight. Nikki couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never seen a city so large, all she could do was look and wonder. Truly America was the land of opportunity, and this strange city called New York only proved beyond doubt that this was so. Growing up in a tiny village in the middle of the huge Kuroz forests of Siberian Russia hadn’t prepared her for a sight like this. Winning the opportunity to come to...
Scott was drunk. He’d had a terrible day, and just wanted to loose himself in a funk of alcohol. He was sick at heart, and felt that he just couldn’t take it any more. He knew that he was one of the most success- ful business men in the world, but sometimes everything just seemed to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and drown himself in sorrow for a day or two. It never made him feel better, but he just couldn’t help him- self. He guessed it was his one serious...
We are in Kansas Toto. From Korea the Army reassigned me to Ft. Riley Kansas, a small base near Manhattan Kansas where Kansas University is located. They sent me over first and my wife, Hae-eu, followed in four months. To say moving to America was a culture shock to my wife was a major understatement. It took her three months just to stop crying. She missed her family and everything Korean. Her home sickness was literally making her ill. By the end of the first year she was beginning to...
THIS IS NOT TRUE AT ALL. DON'T TAKE SERIOUSLY It was yet another Friday, and Devon was sitting in his last class watching the clock. His teacher handed back the grades from the last debate and Devon, as usual, had gottan a 100%. He began to wonder if being able to convince people to do things would be useful in his high school life. While thinking, his eyes landed upon the new girl, Maria. She had just moved a week ago from Peru. Her skin was a light tan, her hair long and black. Her breasts...
EroticThe shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya’s body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odor of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse...
IncestIt all started on the fateful evening 20 years ago. I was minding my own business and walking down the road at 7:30pm. I was a very quite, thin teenager of 16 years, just finished my 10th and looking forward to college. I was about 5’7” weighing around 58 kgs, brown eyes, black hair and a thin just sprouting mustache. I had never shaved my face before, so there was a thin beard also. I was always a very clean kid and made sure that I was always presentable. I did not have any friends as such,...
It all started on the fateful evening 20 years ago. I was minding my own business and walking down the road at 7:30pm. I was a very quite, thin teenager of 16 years, just finished my 10th and looking forward to college. I was about 5'7" weighing about 130 pounds (around 58 kgs), brown eyes, black hair and a thin just sprouting moustache. I had never shaved my face before, so there was a thin beard also. I was always a very clean kid and made sure that I was always presentable. I did...
Later that night... A very exhausted and a very satisfied Manya lay in bed as her son went to sleep with his head on her boobs and one finger in her ass. The experience with Prem was more than satisfying, and she was certain Deen was watching the entire scene. Her saree was wet when she wore it and she couldn't help but suck his sperm out of it. It tasted wonderful, sweet even. She couldn't wait to read what he would write in his diary tonight. The events of the day bothered her less and...
Hello ISS readers. This is Arjun. This story is about how it all started with my hot neighbor aunty Saranya. You can read of my friend’s mom Shreya aunty, parts one and two, to understand why I am writing this story. It’s not a problem even if you don’t read that, you can enjoy this story to the fullest. I don’t like to exaggerate anything for the sake of my story. I am just telling whatever happened. It’s purely for my own satisfaction purpose. Just like a diary but on a public platform. So...
The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya’s body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odor of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse...
The young girl lay on the bed, mashing her boobs as if they were grapes. For a girl of 18, she was very well built; was the envy of all her classmates and most of her teachers. The fact that this was an all girls college did not stop her from experiencing the joys of sex with boys. In fact, she was well known in the campus as a girl who would let just about anyone fuck her. This reputation was bolstered by the knowledge that just a few months ago she had given birth to a healthy bouncy baby...
It did not take long for Tiger to recover, and his keen nose picked up the arousal of two bitches in the room. More than that, he picked up a delicious smell two feet from his nose on the floor where Manya had just been fucked just a short while ago. He reached over and start licking the ground to clean up any residual deposit and followed the smell to its source. Sana and Manya both stopped talking at this point and watched Tiger with their utmost attention and Sana, to her credit dropped...
Samuel here. I’ve been called many things. From sadistic misanthrope to freak. From cruel and unusual bastard to literary genius. Well, many people can’t agree on what to make of me. I’m the writer whose stories show men and women at their best and worst. There are bad men and bad women in this world. The media and society at large thinks of women as saints and heroes while they think of men as villains and buffoons. Well, I think villainy is inherently part of both sexes. I also see television...
Do you know what it’s like to be hunted? Well, I do. Night after night they come for me. All because of what I am. It’s not easy being a zombie in a world full of humans, folks. I didn’t choose this. It’s not much of a life but it’s all I’ve got. And I’ll be damned if I simply let them take it from me. Here I am, roaming through the woods of rural Massachusetts, being tracked down by men and women with guns, and those damn dogs they use to sniff out my kind. I’m injured, tired and it’s...
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The petite young Filipina was on her first trip away from the Philippines as a gift from her parents for graduating from high school with excellent marks.Her parents had decided she was responsible and trustworthy enough to go on her dream vacation to America - alone. Maricel was indeed a very responsible young girl -she stuck to her studies and never went on dates with boys. Today, her 18th birthday, Maricel took a tour bus to see the Blue Ridge Mountains in the state of Georgia. She...
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The letter from America1968Martin White and his wife Sarah were lying in bed .It wasn’t late in fact it was hardly dark but they had decided on an early night.Martin had decided to give “Don Quixote” another chance but his heart just wasn’t in it.Martin let the book tumble from his hand as it made a satisfying “clump” on the bedroom carpet ……“Fuck it” said Martin “I’ve seen the movie , why do I bother” ?Martin was typically English if there is...
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There is a proverb that says “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”. Likewise, when in America, do as the Americans do. And what do the Americans do? Eat, drink and be merry. In my 1 year in America, I did the eating and drinking. But it’s in making merry, that I got stuck up a bit. It was in the top of my mind that making merry is precisely what I want to do when I shift from my previous project at Jersey City to my new project at the outskirts of New Jersey. The office was far from where I was...
We watched the casket go into the hole, sinking slowly out of sight to where, presumably, the conveyer belt took it to the ovens. Somber music played, Bach Suite No. 6 I think, I wasn't really paying that much attention. Strangely, I suddenly wondered why Mike hadn't taken care of the music himself. He was an organized guy – he had to be, details were everything in his life – so why hadn't he sorted this out? Or, maybe he had? Maybe we were listening to his selections. If that were true, I...
It is strange that it only took a single generation under a new system of healthcare to spawn the new nation of "Medarchy of America" or M.O.A. It lies nestled in the heartland of the original lower 48 like a beacon of reason in a convoluted world. The East Coast was another story entirely with constant struggles to contain urban unrest and dwindling white populations all heading west to the heartland and M.O.A. The old U.S.A. structure was still hanging on in Washington D.C. like some...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Angus Finnegan and his Eileen were on their way to America, having left Belfast some weeks before. On the same ship were Declan and Dana O'Keefe, a brother and sister who were lovers, although they did not advertise that fact. Angus was a widower, with his wife, for whom Eileen was named, having died in childbirth with her, and he was leaving Ireland to avoid the Potato Famine of 1849. Declan and Dana were orphans, who had escaped from a Catholic...
IncestDhanya looked at the room in the resort. It was of a decent size, with a couch, a table, and a queen-sized bed. “No wonder these guys chose this room,” she thought. She sat on the couch. Thomas and Ajit sat on either side of her, Sameer brought the plastic cups from Akhil’s bag. Rohit sat on the floor opposite the couch looking at his teacher. Dhanya was wearing a knee-length skirt, a jacket which was zipped up halfway through. Akhil poured everyone a glass, without adding water. Thomas, Akhil,...
Hi guys, first I have to say the main character is not anyway related to a certain hotel heiress that is sitting in a cell rat Hi guys, first I have to say the main character is not anyway related to a certain hotel heiress that is sitting in a cell rather than by pool. That would be wrong?Daris is a creation of my own. Ms Americana belongs to Mr. X. I hope you like this ENTIRELY FICTIONAL STORY. [email protected] If you are a minor, you shouldn?t be reading this story since...
Binu woke up to the most heavenly sight in the world; his mother's tits a hair's breadth away from his lips. It took him not even a second to swing into action and he pulled his mother on the bed, rolling over on top of her. His hot and hard cock came into contact with her belly and the contact was electric, sending sensations she had been craving for days. The contact of her son's cock with her body was more electrifying than all the fuckings she had received. That did not mean that she...
Dhanya lay in bed, wide awake, the digital clock on the table on the left side of her bed read 2:20 am. In a matter of hours, she would have to reach the school campus. It was the time of the year when the junior college students were to be taken for their final year school trip. She knew it would a headache, especially with the students who were repeating the junior year. But she knew it would be her responsibility and the principal trusted her. “I might as well get this done with,” she...
If there was one person in the world who knew how to fuck Manya, it was Deen. Even though Deen had never fucked her, or any other woman for that matter, he knew perfectly well what his mother needed. Gone was the woman who loved romantic lovemaking. She was replaced by a perpetual bitch in heat. Gone was the woman who liked to have her body worshipped when being made love to. She was replaced by a whore who liked to be fucked hard and fast, treated like a ragdoll. Getting bolder by the...
After getting her morning charge by getting fucked by the milkman and the paper-delivery boy, Manya sipped her cum-filled tea seated across the table from Deen. Deen had obliged to put the icing on the tea by masturbating in it and then watching her drink it. Of course Manya was naked, and she sat with her legs wide open giving Deen a clear unobstructed view of her shaved pussy. Sitting across from his mother, Deen sipped his morning milk wondering how he could establish more control over her...
Hey guys,I’m viraj here.First I need to thank all the readers for liking all my previous stories.But the number of feedbacks I’ve received are less in number.If you give your feedback to us it’ll be good for us to know and write in a better way.I hope I’ll receive a good number of feedbacks this time.Your privacy will always be safe.Mail me @ Hot girls and sexy aunties from andhra & telangana can mail me for a sexy chat or more.So now let’s head back to the story… As many people know that I...
Incest“Ma’am, is this the paper you are looking for?” Kiran exclaimed holding up a letterhead. Dhanya was barely listening. She had Tony’s hands on her breasts, He held her right nipple between his thumb and index finger. The bliss she was experiencing was exhilarating as she slowly started losing a sense of her surroundings. “Ma’am, is this the paper?” Kiran repeated the question. Dhanya turned around disinterestedly and in a feeble voice, she replied, “Yes, Kiran, that is the document I was...
“Who is playing that song this early in the morning??”, Dhanya muttered to herself, trying to cover her ears with her pillow. The song kept playing away, battering her semi-conscious mind. “Oh crap!! That song is my alarm!”, she woke up startled, took the vibrating phone in her hand. It took her a moment to realize that it was the first day of her vacation. Ten gruelling months of rigorous teaching, correcting exam papers and internals and dealing with the lazy students had made her mind used...
Hello, sex story readers. This is the true sex story. As Lavanya changed out of her office clothes, she wondered if she would be able to go through with her plan. Outside her bedroom, in the living room, Ajay waited for her to return. He was as conflicted about what was about to happen as Lavanya. He couldn’t believe that he was here to get a blowjob from his best friend’s wife. He had known that Lavanya’s marriage to his friend wasn’t going well. From the heady days just after the marriage...
Hello ISS readers.Welcome to the story. This is the continuation of a story named Saranya aunty. Read and enjoy. She dropped her robe on the floor and sat on the sofa with her sexy legs crossed. She is in her skimpy nightgown which covered till her thighs. It had thin straps and gave a good view of her big boobs cleavage. She was looking at me straight into my eyes. I felt nervous as it was my first time and was unable to look into her eyes. I was looking at her thick thighs and semi-naked...
Tanya settled into the house just fine. She decided to be a little different from her "sister" in the way she acted around people. Where Manya was calm, confident and fully aware of her effect on others, Tanya acted as if naive, gullible and totally oblivious of her effect on others. The two had talked about it and decided it was a nice approach to take for Tanya, seeing as how no one knew her this would provide an opportunity for her to get the maximum fucking possible. If there were any...
“Are you fuckers done?” Her soft sweet voice stunned both the men on either side. They felt a chill run down down their spine. The momentary silence made their heartbeats feel as if it was being played on loudspeakers. In what felt like an eternity, Rajesh and Arun stared at each other. They did not dare to look up. They sat there, between the seats, scared, worried, with sweat running down their face. Rajesh could feel his hands trembling, he took his hands off his sexy co-passenger’s exposed...