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Hi! I am regular reader of iss since 2010 and believe me i liked the way few stories have been described as if someone is writing a poem on women’s profile, their stats. The way they look, the way one is thinking about her and most interesting was to way describe their love making process. In summary i am great fan of iss and in that the “couples” category. Over all these years; i have gone through hundreds of stories and really gave me courage to write something of my own experience. To...
South Africa. Present day. 10 pm. The band of drug traffickers...numbering 40 strong had made camp for the night in the jungle. They gleefully counted the gold, diamonds and other trinkets they had bribed out of some of the unsuspecting tribes..in exchange for the powerful narcotic they were peddling. The traffickers were a band of roughnecks..hired by a wealthy kingpin who lived in a palatial mansion in Cape Town..built on the profits from his nefarious trade. His reach was long. He had...
This is a Fantasy, don't read on if College Girls, Forced, Extreme, Heavy, interracial, public nudity, humiliation, cannibalism, snuff, piercing by red hot meat hooks, attacks by Crocodiles, bad grammar and rape with a touch of ironic humour are not your scene. Maybe fifty per cent of it is based on or plagiarised from "Humanitarian famine assistance" by Rotneb, it started as an edit but it's now substantially different to that story which received reviews of 2/10 and even 1/10. All...
MAID IN AFRICA My life changed because I'm too helpful. That's the truth. I suppose if you asked my wife Cynthia or my mother-in-law Debra they'd say my life changed because I'm weak - mentally and physically. They'd say my life changed because deep down I truly am nothing but a sissy and was masquerading as something else for too long and that my real place in life is in my maid's uniform, with my apron and cap and heels and tampons and panties and bras serving as reminders of my lot...
When I began my fund raising for my trip to Africa I asked a question. Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true? Now, I’ll admit that I took that straight from a song (The River, Bruce Springsteen) but it seemed fitting at the time. Since my trip my motto has changed. Those of you who have received e-mails will no longer see the Springsteen quote, but a sad statistical fact. One child dies in Africa every three seconds. Think about it. Count that out for a minute, click your fingers every three...
Many thanks to infructescence for her editing of this story. It was hot sunny day in Gambia. Though both the door and the only window were missing on the corrugated tin shed at the backyard behind a bar in the outskirts of the capital city Banjul, it was hot as a sauna inside the shed. No wonder why the naked gorgeous Scandinavian housewife who was lying in there, with her back on a large "extra bed" type gray air mattress, was totally wet from sweat. Another reason for her sweating was the...
All of Them are part of one of the most rich family in the world (TheDel Monte, a family coming by Argentina were They have some relativeswith the same taste) and by the high of Theirs status They think Theirsword is low and to have power of life and death over the niggers whowork in Their estate and are here not for their want.1. The pickingThe white Limousine drove on very slowly in the middle of the poorquarters of the city. Four security guards escorted the car. The blacktinted window-panes...
“A man must know his destiny ... if he does not recognize it, then he is lost. By this I mean, once, twice, or at the very most, three times, fate will reach out and tap a man on the shoulder ... if he has the imagination, he will turn around and fate will point out to him what fork in the road he should take, if he has the guts, he will take it.” ― George S. Patton Jr. In the closing days of 1942, the United States was faced with a decision as to where to begin hostilities against the...
Introduction: What happens when you are stranded in the African jungle Chapter One. Into Africa. Thursday 2nd January 2003. Salford, Manchester, England. Doctor Samantha Roberts, I say, answering the phone. Sam? Its Peter Mendel. Happy new year! Hello Peter. Happy new year to you too. Are we all set? Yes. Just confirming that Bebe and I will arrive at Heathrow airport tomorrow at 20.30 from Frankfurt. We fly to Lagos in Nigeria, with an overnight stop. Then onto Kinshasa in the Congo, then...
Tommy is a 19-old sweet blond from Alabama. After a few months of buttfucking training in my school in America, he went to Africa with our soccer team and stayed with a local family in Lagos, Nigeria. Here's his story: "I stayed with the Mkome familiy. They're very poor. The dad carves wood sculptures that are sold in tourist markets. They have tons of k**s and relatives and live in a small house with a single room. Everybody sleeps on the ground, one next to the other. On one side, Mr. Mkome...
Kirstie stepped tentatively into the bar. She had arrived that evening from New York, but was too excited to catch up on her sleep. At last, she was here! In Africa, on a safari holiday! She had flown in with a group of Americans and had been met at the airport by the safari firm, where she had met the other people who would be on the tour with her. Some of them were in the bar, but they did not seem to have noticed her. They were a mixed bag. Two couples, two families with their k**s, and one...
Hi to all horny ladies and Gentlemen’s. Myself Chirag Sharma (name changed for obvious reasons), 28 Yrs of age and living in Noida. I am a product manager by profession and working in a reputed MNC in Noida. I recently came back to India after completing my overseas project for 10 months. As this is my 1st post here on ISS, Request you all to please provide your feedback. My email ID is (Also available on hangout’s). I have been posted to Africa for a project as a consultant and was traveling...
Out of Africabyhappenstance©I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when my husband called me from his office and said he would be coming home early as he had something important to tell me.Worried that it might be bad news, I asked him to tell me right away whatever it was but he calmed me down and said, "Don't worry, it's not bad news," and with that he hung up.By the time he came back from the office, I, along with my 18-year-old son and 19-year-old daughter, were nervously waiting for him in...
I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when my husband called me from his office and said he would be coming home early as he had something important to tell me.Worried that it might be bad news, I asked him to tell me right away whatever it was but he calmed me down and said, "Don't worry, it's not bad news," and with that he hung up.By the time he came back from the office, I, along with my 18-year-old son and 19-year-old daughter, were nervously waiting for him in the living room.As soon as...
AID IN AFRICAPART ONE: EMILYThe girls were excited. Their NGO had just tied up with an aid organization working in Africa for victims of human trafficking and drug addiction, and they had been selected by their head Mr Samuels for going there. It would be the first time Mandy, Emily and Trish went out of their country. They weren’t sure what exactly they were supposed to do, but nevertheless the idea itself was exciting, plus they could always show it on their extra curricular activities. Two...
The world has changed since Evie and I were first thrown together back in the summer of 1954.Father was in the diplomatic service and served the hon Charles Bainbridge as administrator to the District Commissioner in the Kumbala district in the disputed territories of Eastern Africa, disputed in the sense of impending independence.But I knew little of this, my life revolved around school, where I boarded from the age of seven, initially near Sevenoaks and later near Windsor in England and Aunt...
I was in kitchen preparing dinner when Graham called from office and said he would be coming home early as he had something important to tell us. Worried that it might be bad news, I asked him to tell it right away but he calmed me down saying, "Don't worry, it's not bad news," and hung up. By the time he came back from office, I, along with our sixteen-year-old son and fifteen-year-old daughter, were nervously waiting for him in living room. As soon as he entered the house, gave a big...
“I thought of a remark ... that the United States is like a ‘gigantic boiler. Once the fire is lighted under it there is no limit to the power it can generate.’ Being saturated and satiated with emotion and sensation, I went to bed and slept the sleep of the saved and thankful.” ― Winston S. Churchill All of a sudden, the Yanks were everywhere. They were all over North Africa. They were driving up and down the British country roads in their jeeps and tanks and even training on the beaches...
Having spent a large chunk of the money he had inherited from his grandfather on a Cape Town mansion, Joe Parkinson discovered that he now had a rich person’s problem; keeping a mansion clean and tidy was a lot more work than doing so in a one-bedroom bachelor pad.His friends were imperfectly sympathetic, pointing out he could employ someone since he earned a decent salary at the power station and unlike them, he did not have a mortgage to pay...
SpankingThe world has changed since Evie and I were first thrown together back in the summer of 1954. My Father was in the diplomatic service and served the hon Charles Bainbridge as administrator to the District Commissioner in the Kumbala district in the disputed territories of Africa. Disputed in the sense of impending independence. But I knew little of this. My life revolved around school, where I boarded from the age of seven, initially near Sevenoaks and later near Windsor in England....
This is a true story which, unfortunately, may have come to an end.About five years ago I began helping lead a program in East Africa. When on safari we were staying in a tented camp where the drivers and clients eat dinner in the same area. After dinner I went over to my lead driver to discuss the next day.After the other drivers had finished and gone, I asked him how he became such a good wildlife guide. He told me a little. I asked him if he had a wife and k**s. He did back in his home...
Almost Out of AfricaThe beat-up Jeep bounced along the deeply rutted dirt road, raising a cloud of dust behind it. After miles of empty country, passing only the occasional isolated village or solitary hut, the vehicle was entering the ramshackle outskirts of Kemo City, capitol of Mabuto. Passing a crowded roadside market, the truck drew stares from many of the locals, who rarely saw Westerners pass through the streets of their backwards nation. Mabuto was an African country in decline; its'...
I took another look at the business card in my hand and looked back up at the metal door I stood in front of. I checked to see if anyone could see me, then gave the door four hard knocks. The little window slid open and I heard a voice ask: "Who sent you?"I looked at the card again to make sure and then said with a shaking voice: "Emperor Caligula."The window slid shut again and I could hear the door being opened. A hulking figure greeted me into the surprisingly well-lit hallway."First time?"I...
David Burton gripped the steering wheel hard as he drove downtown. A slight sweat beaded his brow. He glanced in the rear view mirror. His beautiful daughter sat there quietly. Her sapphire blue eyes watching the passing scenery as the light faded and another magnificent sunset broke over the African city of Harare. His thoughts were far from the sunset, just one of many hundred panoramic and beautiful sunsets he had seen over the last 21 months. As she turned her head and looked through the...
It was in 1993 that I first happened to meet and talk with Susanne and Klaus Beidermeir. I was working on my first assignment as a trade representative in the American Embassy, but of course, as you now know, that was only my cover story. I was just out of my primary intensive training course with the Company. I had been 'lent' to the American Embassy, and I was tasked to gather as much information as I could about several different areas of life in Uganda. In particular, since I was more...
The Trip To Africa. We finally got everything packed and we were on our way for our eleven day trip to Tanzania. We had a direct five hour flight from SFO to Atlanta. Brandi sat next to the window, I sat in the middle, and an older lady sat in the aisle seat. We were really tired and we slept all the way to Atlanta, there was an hour lay over in Atlanta. We were very lucky to get tickets on a British air bus A 380, which was taking a trial run from Atlanta to Tanzania. We didn’t realize how...
She was daydreaming as she looked out of the office window overlooking the high street in Canterbury. All those people bustling about yet few of them looked happy she thought. She had thought she had the dream job too as Personal Assistant to a busy advertising executive but the financial collapse had dramatically reduced advertising business and for the last few weeks she had not been busy and had begun wondering just how long her boss, Mark Hughes, would be able to keep her on. If she lost...
As you will all know well, it’s an extremely common fantasy amongst white women to have sex with black men, and that many white men (including myself) love watching our wives or girlfriends be fucked by African men.The reason why I’m writing is that my wife and I returned to the States in 2017 after four years of living in Lagos (we had a villa off of Bishop Olunole Street on Victoria island, not far from the Villa Angelia hotel there). I worked for an oil industry logistics company.For...
InterracialSOUTH AFRICAN GANG RAPEBy Shabbadew2002 Contact me at: [email protected] Five white wives were lounging and gossiping at the home of one of them in Polokwane early one Friday afternoon. Four were married to businessmen who made their living as vendors selling to the South African National Defence Force. All of their men that week were away on business. Colonel Binda, commander of the Mechanized Brigade stationed in Polokwane, had been having them watched and decided he wanted the five...
Charlotte tells us about the terrible experience she had as a schoolgirl in Egypt, when she was brutally raped by two Arabs. This is the first time; I have ever talked about what happened. Where did it happen? I was at a private girl’s boarding school in England. The summer holidays were due to begin, my parents worked in Egypt at the British Consulate and I was going out to stay with them for my school holidays and celebrate my thirteenth birthday. I was ever so excited; I had...
Introduction: Couple Pays a rapist back for Raping their friend Introduction: A Rapist gets Raped I will be telling this through the first person Character Janet. __________________________________________________________________________________ My name is Janet and 11 years ago I was raped by a guy named Mark. Me and my ex husband at the time lived with him and his wife Gina in their Mobile Home just outside of Atlanta, Ga because we have no where to go. One night while everyone else was...
BOUND, GAGGED, TORTURED, RAPED. There was a knock on my door, I was not expecting any visitors, there was no reason why anybody should come here. It was why I'd bought this place, so I could rape and torture young girls without anyone knowing. I opened the door and when I saw a young girl standing there I just knew that she was going to be my next rape victim. She was very pretty and very slender. Her eyes were blue and she had lovely lips. Her hair was long and blonde. Her tits were large but...
I will be telling this through the first person Character Janet. __________________________________________________________________________________ My name is Janet and 11 years ago I was raped by a guy named Mark. Me and my ex husband at the time lived with him and his wife Gina in their Mobile Home just outside of Atlanta, Ga because we have no where to go. One night while everyone else was asleep, he grabbed me pushed me down and shoved his dick into my mouth. He made me gag so...
G-wave - Raped by Shrike It was hard to believe, but Ken had missed all the warnings and reports on the strange phenomenon that people called the Gender wave. There was a good reason for it though. You see Ken had just run away from another foster home and was looking out for a chance to steal some cash. Ken was headed straight for a life of crime. His mother had left him on the street as a baby with only a note attached saying that his name was Kenneth. So he was admitted to an...
I was so happy to finally go on holiday again. It was already a few years ago. My husband, John, was always so busy that he only took one week off a year and he travelled so much professionally that he preferred to spend his free time at home. I understood that of course, but the other way around I was mostly at home taking care of our daughter Sarah and I craved a holiday that pulled me out of the daily grind. However, this time John had to go to Bulagandra for a week for his work and we had...
Michelle was the queen bee of the social scene for the rich middle class in the capital. Her husband had a finger in every pie and could make or break people financially. She was not a person to say no to. Rosemary was married to a fellow doctor and she was serious in her commitment to helping others. She had come out to Africa to work in a small hospital and had little time for the other three. They could only talk about their swimming pools or their clothes. They were so shallow. What...
Introduction: Four beautiful white women are summoned to a restaurant by a powerful rich woman. all four of them have a secret to hide but what does their host want from them? Conspicuous by their beauty but more noticeably their colour the four white women sat in the expensive bar of the best hotel in the capital city. All four of them were in their early twenties, three of them trophy brides for their high-flying husbands. They barely knew each other. The invite had been from Michelle. ...
The moment I go down the stairs of the plane, it feels like coming home. The warm sun, the smell, the atmosphere. It's my first time in Africa, but it feels like I'm returning to familiar ground. At the small airport of Bamako it is crowded, very crowded. Taxi drivers come to us as soon as we pass customs. One with an even better price than the other. My travel companion has been to Mali before, he worked here for a couple of years. He decides that we choose one at the taxi rank. We take the...
The 4-door, double-cab green Land Rover Defender pick-up bounded down the bumpy dirt road at a high speed. It had the words ‘NATIONAL GENDARMERIE’ emblazoned in bright red on either side. The vehicle was being driven at a high speed by Senior Corporal (Sr Crpl) Essa Kinte. Beside the driver was platoon supervisor, Staff Sergeant (Stf Sgt) Boto Sowe. In the modified truck bed the recent Academy graduate, Corporal (Crpl) Gibril Ndaw, was manning the mounted DShK heavy machine gun. He was the...
This is NOT my work, but another great read that lead to a few nights of hot African roleplay sex!All credit is due to Shooter3704.-------------------------------------------------------This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Pleasedon't remove the author information or make any changesto this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.--------------------------------------------------------Great Horn of Africaby shooter3704 (address defunct)***A man's wife expresses...
The beat-up Jeep bounced along the deeply rutted dirt road, raising a cloud of dust behind it. After miles of empty country, passing only the occasional isolated village or solitary hut, the vehicle was entering the ramshackle outskirts of Kemo City, capitol of Mabuto. Passing a crowded roadside market, the truck drew stares from many of the locals, who rarely saw Westerners pass through the streets of their backwards nation. Mabuto was an African country in decline; its' traditional poverty...
David Burton gripped the steering wheel hard as he drove downtown. A slight sweat beaded his brow. He glanced in the rear view mirror. His beautiful daughter sat there quietly. Her sapphire blue eyes watching the passing scenery as the light faded and another magnificent sunset broke over the African city of Harare. His thoughts were far from the sunset, just one of many hundred panoramic and beautiful sunsets he had seen over the last 21 months. As she turned her head and looked through the...
Maggie’s customers included the Christians of Faith (COF) organization in Omaha. She audited their books every three months, a job of 3 or 4 days for which they paid her one thousand dollars plus the cost of a modest hotel room. By the standards of the small town in Kansas where she lived with her husband, an evangelical preacher, that was good money. She was working her way through the accounts one afternoon when her phone rang. It was John Bright, the President of COF in Washington,...
Kirstie stepped tentatively into the bar. She had arrived that evening from New York, but was too excited to catch up on her sleep. At last, she was here! In Africa, on a safari holiday! She had flown in with a group of Americans and had been met at the airport by the safari firm, where she had met the other people who would be on the tour with her. Some of them were in the bar, but they did not seem to have noticed her. They were a mixed bag. Two couples, two families with their kids, and...
Debbie Bingham stood in front of the mirror, naked, knowing she would not be interrupted by anything, least of all by her husband, whom she knew would be gone for hours. He would be gone ministering to his "flock," to the regular people he always ministered to during the week—visiting the sick, the infirm, the ones whom he felt needed his support. Debbie felt somewhat guilty, but not that much. She felt that it was a small sin at the most to view herself totally naked in the mirror. And in...
Introduction Codes: From non-consensual to consensual. In the special conditions of this story, the beautiful 22 year old wife is abducted and is gang raped or gangbanged by four young attractive men and she enjoys it. Until the women’s movement put a stop to it, prior to the mid 1970s, it was common for police to interrogate rape victims with questions such as, “Did you enjoy it?” “Were you a virgin?” “What were you wearing?” That’s outrageous and women’s groups referred to it as the second...
It was hard to believe, but Ken had missed all the warnings and reports on the strange phenomenon that people called the Gender wave. There was a good reason for it though. You see Ken had just run away from another foster home and was looking out for a chance to steal some cash. Ken was headed straight for a life of crime. His mother had left him on the street as a baby with only a note attached saying that his name was Kenneth. So he was admitted to an orphanage and from there had been put...
RAPED BY A FRIEND Sam didn't normally visit the Pretty Titty, but he was there that night for a friend's buck's night. The women here were hot, he had to admit, and the way they degraded themselves for the patrons was even hotter. He had developed an erection the first time a big-titted blonde had leant over next to him, her naked boobs brushing his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "My name is Fuckbunny. I like it when men cum on my tits. How can I serve you this evening?" The...
I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I cant remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or&hellip,not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen. To pretend to rape me and make it seem real and then cuddle and laugh with me later? That person does not exist, I am pretty sure....
ALEX MACK GETS RAPED By Moxy Alex Mack was a young girl of 16 . She had a small pouty mouth, and an innocent schoolgirl face. She had mdeium sized breasts and was just ?getting her girlish curves. She was truly a stunning beauty. She had long blonde hair falling to the small of her back. Alex was shy but yet friendly. She was a tomboy and a virgin. She usually wore faded denim jeans and oversized clothes that hid the fact she was a female. Alex was embarassed by her body and didn't like...
Headline: News Correspondent Laura Loghan Brutally Raped in Cairo (Yeah!! Yeah!! Fantastic!!)Page 1. God I hated fucking Egypt. I hated the noise and the dust and the crappy food. I hated the overwhelming number of Egyptian sweaty bodies, screaming men, mostly in their early twenties, seemingly everywhere. I was employed as a cameraman by NBS news and had the assignment to cover Chief Foreign Affairs Correspondent and super mouthy bitch, Laura Loghan. Many...
Her Boyfriend Raped Her One Friday night Cindy came running into the house crying, she pushed me out of her way, and rushed up to the bathroom. Mom and Dad have their own bathroom and we share one that connects to both our bedrooms. Needless to say I went right up to my bedroom and walked through the bathroom like I always do. Cindy was standing in the shower with all of her clothes on crying and leaning against the shower wall. I removed my clothes except for my underpants and got in...
Farm Girl: Raped By The Goat By Blackdawn This is the story of a young farm girl that was raped by a goat. The alarm screams at me and I'm quick to roll over and slap my hand across the Snooze button making it stop then move my hand over pulling a small lever which turns the alarm off. Repositioning under the thin sheets, I toss them to the side, jump to my feet and drudge across my carpet flooring in nothing but a pair of tight pink panties and an over sized Twilight night...
Returning back inside I put the laundry down in my room to be sorted later and then went to the kitchen to begin making my dinner. As I walked into the kitchen I discovered there was an intruder waiting for me, he looked at me and said. "Hello, Sweetie." I freaked at seeing him and he reached out and took hold of me. I started to panic and began to flail uselessly about, trying to break free of his grasp. Fear drove me but there was no escape from his clutches. After a couple of minutes, I...
This is how I raped my mother and got away with it. My parents married early in life, so she was just in her early mid-thirties. She was a natural redhead with fiery red hair and milky white complexion. She also had very nicely shaped full breasts. One day, I accidentally walked in on her as she was getting undressed. She had beautiful breasts with rather large areola and nipples that pointed just slightly upward and outward, yet were looking me right in the eye. She also had a full,...
My Raped Daughter I got a phone call one Saturday evening. It was the police and they had found my daughter and she was at the local hospital. I rushed there just to be detained by a police officer while my daughter was being taken care of. Betty Jo was only fourteen years old and had been repeatedly raped. From what the officer told me it was two young boys about her age and they took turns raping her for most of the day. I told him that she had gone to girlfriend’s house as she...
I pull my blonde bangs from across my eyes and tie my hair in a ponytail, walk through the trail of thrown out clothes and trinkets on my bedroom floor where I head for my door and shut it. My door adorned with glitter, pink stars and more stickers spelling out my name “Carrie” in a cute way. Walking through the hallway of our house, I make it to the back door then walk into the laundry, get in my rubber boots and tromp out the door into the warm morning air. It’s still dark outside, but the...
I pull my blonde bangs from across my eyes and tie my hair in a ponytail, walk through the trail of thrown out clothes and trinkets on my bedroom floor where I head for my door and shut it. My door adorned with glitter, pink stars and more stickers spelling out my name “Carrie” in a cute way. Walking through the hallway of our house, I make it to the back door then walk into the laundry, get in my rubber boots and tromp out the door into the warm morning air. It’s still dark outside, but the...