Monicas Birthday
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I’ve known Monica since we were kids. We met on the neighborhood playground and grew up together. As we grew older, I found myself completely in love with her. She was always small, slender and cute, with a smooth, almost onyx skin tone, long silken curls and mischievous eyes that were almost equal in color to the darkness of her complexion. And as we grew older she grew more beautiful until it almost seemed as if no man could resist looking at her as she passed.
With us both being virgins, our sexual awakenings started out in the usual way. With a lot of kissing and petting. I liked kissing her as I played with her tits and hairy little pussy. I also liked feeling her small, soft hands caress and squeeze my dick. But on the night of our high school prom, things changed and she became increasingly more seductive and demanding. When we started making out that night, she had me spread kisses all over her body. And, even though she kept her clothes on, I was happy to do it. My dick was as hard as a rock as I kissed and caressed her tits through the cloth of her dress, moving down to flicker my tongue over her belly, thighs, and the moist crotch of her red and blue striped bikini panties.
She loved it too. I could tell from the way she would softly moan, her dark licorice colored nipples grew erect and protruded from beneath the front of her dress to be caressed through the fabric, and her hips moved as she rubbed her crotch against my face. After that, it wasn’t long before she started to let me undress her so that she could feel my lips and tongue on her smooth, bare ebony flesh.
The first time I ate her out was magical to me. I loved the powerful feminine aroma that filled my nose, the softness if the curly black hair that adorned her pubic mound. and the deliciously sweet warmth of the wetness of the dark brown flesh that surrounded me. Using my lips and tongue, I had her moaning, squirming, humping, and cumming all over the place. But the two things I liked most were the way she pushed her hairy snatch tightly against my lips and the flavor of her juices as she gushed a flood of hot, honey-sweet stickiness in my mouth at least three times.
Oral sex became a regular thing for us. Or, rather, my giving her head became a regular thing. It got to be that, every time I would visit her, she would run me up to her room, lock the door, throw off her clothes, and have me eat her out.
I wasn’t complaining though. I loved having her use me for her pleasure that way. It was great going home with the musty fragrance of her pretty black twat still fresh in my nose and the butter and honey taste of her syrupy cum still smeared on my mouth and cheeks. The only thing that bothered me was, even though I was happily sucking her pussy on a regular basis, she was barely touching me. When I got home I would spend my time licking my lips and beating my meat to get my pleasure.
On the night of our senior prom, I thought things would be different. I got us a hotel room and brought some rubbers, thinking we’d finally get it on. But what happened was more of the same thing. I ate her pussy and she left me with a big, black hard-on that I had to take care of on my own. Which is exactly what I was doing when she came back.
I was just about to cum when I saw her standing in the doorway smiling at me as if she had suspected what I’d be doing. And then, staring into her eyes, I was getting off and spraying big white globs of sperm in the air that fell to splash over the dark brown skin of my chest and stomach. When I finished cumming, Monica was smiling even more.
“I know you were thinking that we would go all the way tonight, and I felt sorry because I left after treating you like you’re my personal suck slave. I was thinking that I have been pretty selfish, so I came back to see what I could do for you,” she said. Then she giggled. “But I see you’ve got everything in hand so I don’t feel so bad.
“You know, I thought you might be angry because I left when I knew all along that you were hoping to fuck me tonight. I’m glad you’re not mad,” she grinned happily. “Besides, if you would’ve fucked all that cum into me I would probably be going out shopping for maternity clothes next month instead of college supplies.”
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A few months later we were both attending college. I had enrolled in a local school, but Monica chose to enter a university in another state. I didn’t see her again until she came home for Thanksgiving and when she got back it was almost the same as it had been before she left. At the first chance, she took me to her room to have me eat her pussy. What made it different was that she was hotter and nastier about it.
The very first thing she did was push me down on my back on her bed and kneel over my head. The next thing I knew my face was buried in the moist heat of her smoldering snatch and she was humping her hips in a fucking motion against my lips and tongue. That was the first time she’d ever had me eat her pussy in that position and I really got off on it. It made me feel as if she was forcing me to suck her. I liked that. I found that I liked the idea that she could dominate me and do whatever nasty thing to me that came to mind. And before I left that night I had eaten her out in two more positions. One was with her sitting on my face so that the dark, round softness of her beautiful black ass was pressed against my cheeks and my nose was buried in the puckered opening of her anus as she shuddered and gushed. In the other, she lay flat on her belly as I buried my face in her ass and snatch from behind.
But what made it even better was the way she would talk to me while humping her pussy against my face. Saying things like: “Yeah baby, eat my pussy.” Or “Fuck my horny black twat with your tongue.” And “Oh, oh, oh, I’m creaming in your mouth, baby! Eat it! God, you’re a good suck slave! Get every drop of my hot juices!”
She had never said things like that before she left, and I wondered what had gotten into her that had caused her to change so much. Whenever I asked her about it, she changed the subject. It took several days to pry it out of her. And when she decided to tell me it was on the morning of the day she went back to school.
Monica was fucking. Not only that, but she had spread her legs for the first college guy she went out with.
She told me that as soon as she stepped on campus she found herself surrounded by cute guys who began hitting on her. For the first couple of weeks, she ignored them. Then, one day, her roommate walked in and saw her masturbating. They talked and the other girl convinced her to go out on a double date.
Vanessa, her roommate, was a light-skinned, biracial girl who was dating several guys. Most of the guys she went out with were white and she set Monica up with a friend of the white guy she was going to be dating. The guy was cute and nice, but she had never been into white guys so Monica felt there was no chance of anything happening. They went out for dinner and drinks and the next thing she knew she was having a drunken orgy in, and on, a parked car in the deserted upper level of a parking lot.
Her date fucked her first, popping her cherry with a nice sized white dick, making her cum several times before blasting his spunk inside her. While she was enjoying her first fuck, Vanessa was outside the car on her knees sucking the cum out of her date’s big white prick. Then the boys switched and Monica was placed on her hands and knees on the trunk of the car, the other guy moving behind her to fuck his big dick into her doggy style.
Monica said that, aside from the popping of her cherry, she had done several things for the first time that night. It was the first time she had ever sucked a dick. It was the first time she’d ever had any sexual experience with another woman (she’d sucked Vanessa’s tits and Vanessa had eaten her pussy). And it was the first time she’d ever had sex with a group of people. She said she found she really enjoyed the experience and it had changed her. She’d become more sexually open and less inhibited.
I asked what she meant when she said she’d become more sexually open and saw her smile. She said that she hadn’t spent a single night alone since the popping of her cherry. Not even during her period. She now had several white lovers and every night was spent with one of them fucking his big dick into her. She told me that she had developed a preference for white men with big dicks.
“I don’t know what it is, but I cum harder when a well hung white guy fucks me than I do when I have sex with most black or Spanish guys,” she said. She moved closer so that she could whisper in my ear while caressing my hard-on.
“Feeling a big white hunk of man meat stretching my hot black snatch wide and fucking me deeply always makes me cum. And when I feel a white cock pulsing while shooting a big steaming load of potent seed inside me, I always cum too. It’s so hot and primal, the way I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around a white stud’s back, arching my pussy up to get his dick in me as deep as it will go, undulating my hips like a nasty little whore and covering his white prick with rich creaminess of my juiced while he sprays the depths of my greedy black cunt full. God, I love to fuck. I'm such an insatiable little slut.”
I suddenly felt as if I’d been struck by lightning. Bursts of carnal pleasure exploded through my entire body like bolts of electricity, causing me to stiffen and shudder as I had the strongest orgasm of my life. My dick bucked and throbbed beneath her gentle touch as it spit hot, slimy wads of cum in heavy streams. I shot so much it created a huge wet stain at the front of my pants that made me look as if I pissed myself.
Monica laughed when she saw me cum. She thought it was wild and kinky that I had gotten off on hearing about her with other guys. She asked me what had turned me on the most, the thought of another man fucking her or knowing that white men had been fucking their big dicks and gooey cum into the same hot black pussy that I’d been eating all week.
I didn’t know how to answer that, but she smiled lewdly as if she had some extremely obscene answer of her own in mind that she found both amusing and sexually exciting.
She went back to school and all I could think about was how much things had changed. It was a one-sided change, and it was a lot. I mean, everything about me was the same. I was still in love with Monica. I still loved to bury my face between her smooth, black legs and eat her pussy. And I was still a virgin. On the other hand, Monica was fucking like a bitch in heat and loving every minute of it. I was confused and jealous when I thought of her on her knees with her soft brown lips wrapped around a fat white prick or imagined her wet, dark pussy riding up and down on the long, thick, and throbbing white shaft of another man’s big dick. But I also found those thoughts to be intensely arousing. It was as if I was imagining Monica as the star of an xxx rated porn movie. Soon the jealousy disappeared and I began to constantly beat off to fantasies of her being fucked by other men.
Don’t ask me how that happened, because I’m not sure. I mean, one day all of my desires were centered around my memories and dreams of things I wanted to do with Monica. Then things suddenly changed and I began to fantasize about her with other people. Usually white men.
I imagined her sucking big white dicks, a smile on her face as she licked thick white blobs of their sperm from her dark brown lips. I envisioned her lying on her back with her ebony arms and legs wrapped around a white guy, crying out in pleasure as he fucked her hard and deep with a massive prick. In my mind, I could see the swollen lips of her hot, black pussy covered with the friction lathered froth of her orgasmic gushings as her lover’s huge and throbbing white shaft moved in and out of her. And every time I thought of him cumming inside her, I would cum too.
But what was really wild is that, after a while, I completely stopped fantasizing about myself being the one who was fucking her. I still fantasized about myself when it came to imagining someone eating her pussy, but it was always someone else who was fucking her. I figured it was my mind’s way of keeping things real. Either that or I had tapped into a really freaky and submissive part of myself that I never knew existed. The truth, however, was a bit of both. And while going through this period of self-discovery I realized something else. During my continuous fantasies of Monica I had grown to accept her sexual relationships with other men, and, because of that, my love and hunger for her had grown stronger.
When she came home following spring break, the very first thing Monica told me was that she was pregnant. She said she wasn’t sure who it was that had knocked her up, but because she had stopped fucking black and Spanish men some months earlier and become a white cock only bitch she was sure it was one of her white lovers who had done it.
“Spring break was during my most fertile time and I spent the entire event at a nonstop salt and pepper orgy. One of the fraternities hosted it and it was a blast. There were a lot of black girls there who were fucking white guys and white girls who were screwing black guys. I had big white dicks fucking me between my tits, in my mouth, in my pussy, or in my ass every minute of the time I was there. For me, spring break was just one long orgasm. And when it ended I couldn’t douche all the sperm out of my snatch,” Monica laughed, absently giving her crotch a rub. “Vanessa said she could still taste the guys' stuff inside me for several days afterward. But, of course, that didn’t have to be from spring break. I was still fucking a lot when we got back from our trip.”
I asked her why she hadn’t gone on the pill or used protection. I reminded her that she was in college and wouldn’t have the time or resources to handle taking care of a child. But she calmly told me she had a plan.
“I’m going to quit school and have the baby. My husband and I will get a place out in the suburbs and live a nice middle-class family life,” Monica smiled. There was a deliciously naughty look in her eyes. “My husband will be a black man who can accept that I’m a white cock bitch. We’ll become swingers and party with our white neighbors. It’ll be a lot of fun.”
“Damn! You’ve become a real white cock slut, you know that? All you think about is sex. I guess that wouldn’t be a problem if you were with the right guy, but how do you expect to live that dream of middle-class family life?” I asked. “You don’t have a husband. You don’t even know whose child you’re carrying.”
"I am with the right guy, silly,” she chuckled with relaxed confidence. “I’m with you.”
Monica walked over to me and lowered herself onto my lap. She snuggled kittenishly into my chest, the warmth and softness of her slender form against mine causing a powerful surge of loving emotion to flow through my heart.
“I have everything I need. I’ve always known I had everything I needed waiting for me at home, that’s why I’ve never been afraid to enjoy my life. I’ve always known that you loved me and that, no matter what I might do, you would always love me.”
Monica rose up to whisper intimately in my ear.
“I’m not worried about anything because I have you.”
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Two months later we were married. Now, living her dream of a middle class suburban family life, with five children (four by her white lovers), two of which are twins and only one having been fathered (accidentally) by me, she is pregnant with her sixth (whose father is our white next door neighbor) as we approach our fifth wedding anniversary. I can’t help but smile as I think of how right she was when she said our life together would be fun. Monica loves to fuck. She especially loves to fuck white men in front of me. And I love to watch. We also both take pleasure in my eating her out, before and after she’s been royally fucked. For the most part, I’m her suck slave, eating her savory snatch more than I fuck it. It may seem funny, but I love being the suck slave to my beautiful black hotwife and wouldn’t have it any other way.
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When I saw the man walking towards me, my dick started to twitch. Even fromhalf a block away, he was sexy. As he got closer, his dick hardened more.The man was medium height, wearing boots, jeans and t-shirt. He was theperfect looking Daddy, with barrel chest and beer belly. He was rugged,with a big bushy mustache.The man saw my gaze and stared at me intently. I started to blush, butdidn't look away. The man came up to him and put out a big hand."Hey fella, noticed you looking at me. You're a...
Oh dear excuse Mistress a moment, help Her up, it seems Mistress has guests, please wait here as Mistress goes to see who is at the door. What a surprise, My pet, two of Mistress lady friends, Anne and Sally, have arrived – go and get some more wine and glasses, please My pet. Mistress’s friends look on in astonishment as Her sexy slave gets up from his kneeling position and obediently goes inside to do as told. Oh My pet, the questions, the curiosity. Mistress laughingly and with great...
Lunch for my slaveI had ordered my slave to meet me for lunch at a fast food restaurant. Now I personally don’t eat that muck, but it’s certainly most suitable for my slave. It was quite a cold day so I was well wrapped up in my long fur coat, leather gloves and high, stiletto shoes. I had instructed my slave to wear only shorts and a tee shirt, and to sit at a table outside to await my arrival. Naturally, I kept the slave waiting for some time; waiting for its owner increases the slave’s...
WESTHILL, ABERDEENSHIRE OUTSKIRTS OF ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND 1 MAY 2010The city of Aberdeen was one of the largest cities in Scotland, and the large community on the coast of the North Sea had a long and rich tradition of performing arts, something that translated to make the 2010 Aberdeen Renaissance Faire one of the greatest cultural expos in Scotland for the year. Thousands of volunteers from across the United Kingdom had helped effectively build from the bottom-up a recreation of a...
I am Anabella and this is my first day as the owned slave of my Master Sir Michael.I flew over yesterday from Paris to enter into slavery.It was a difficult and scary decision, to leave my country, but now I am here,with my Master.He picked me up at the airport, and I knew immediately that I took the right decision, that I am at the right place, when I saw Him waiting for me and smiling at me.He gave me a kiss on my forehead and said: welcome my slave!Of course I felt a bit fear, but He gently...
Angel My SlavePROLOGUEI met my slave Angel on the net and we shared Master and slave fantasies for along while before we finally met in person, she is beautiful and with a very sexy body. 5 ft. 9 in., 125 lb., 36C-24-36, long blonde hair with just a hint of red and soft green eyes. When we met for the first time, I seduced her immediately turning her into my obedient sex slave over night, using her tall slender body as I wished and as often as I wanted for what ever pleased me.Angel was the...
Introduction: I am a slave who is owned in every way by Master. His pleasure is my only aim. He does to me whatever he chooses! Slave. Part one. 1. I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than...
foreword:this is not mine i did not type it. just spreading it for the rightful owners. Introduction: I am a slave who is owned in every way by Master. His pleasure is my only aim. He does to me whatever he chooses! Slave. Part one. 1. I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a...
Slave1. I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than that. It was the happiest day of my life, the day I received that pendant. I had not been serving Master for very long, just long enough for...
Chronicles ??????????????? -1-Fantoura, Monday February 3rd, 1997. 1:14 AM.Hello diary! This is pam writing to you. it likes to call itself "slave slut filthy piece of shit; pam" and it doesn't like to use the first pronoun when referring to itself. it simply uses "it" because this is how a slave should refer to itself and pam is a slave deep inside. it is writing this on its PC while sitting on a bottle in a very painful and humiliating position. it is stark naked although it is...
Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly...
The rain was pounding down, soaking Dan to the skin as he trudged along the side of the road The rain was pounding down, soaking Dan to the skin as he trudged along the side of the road.? It had been almost an hour since he had left his car in a twisted heap wrapped around a large oak tree.? With the weather having turned so nasty and him not being familiar with the back roads in his new community, he had barely had time to react when his car started to skid off of the road.? He was...
My owned slave My owned slave Sir I would like to apply to be the slavegirl you require for your next story to be read by everyone online. My name is Rowena and some of my stories are on this site for you to read and find out about me and the things I like. I love public humiliation, abject slavery, bondage and pain. Please tell me Sir what you demand of ne and if you would consider this slut. Personal Details I am 32 female single and bi-sexual. I am fair skinned with light blue...
Introduction: In a future society where slavery is accepted, Adam1992 is bred and born a slave. This story is about Adams first six months after being purchased for the first time. SLAVE Alan Goodman had never considered himself to be a cruel man. He never thought hed be a slave owner, didnt really like the idea, not until he saw Adam. Alans good friend Matt had dragged him along to a special slave sale. It was special because it was only the crè,me de la crè,me of slaves, those...
"Mom! That's not fair!" Robbie protested. "I told you that if you forgot to take out the garbage for pickup one more time that you'd be grounded for a week. Well, you forgot. What will we do until next week?" "But Mom, Dani was supposed to wake me," he protested. "She deliberately didn't wake me up." "Oh, right, asshole," sneered Robbie's sister, Dani. "Dani, I've told you about your language," Ellen admonished her daughter. "Robbie, you're still grounded and...
Complete Submission: How Annabelle became a sex slave This story is completely fictional. It is a fantasy, not a reality. Chapter 1: First Meeting My name is annabelle, although my Master calls me ‘slave’ or ‘slut’ most of the time. This is the story of how i came to serve my Master, and how He has trained me to be the nympho-sex slave that i am now. Master says that when referring to myself i am only allowed to use lowercase letters, or call myself by my given titles like slave, slut...
The man had shown such promise when he’d been captured during the siege of Garanelle far to the south. When she finally led her warrior maidens to her enemy’s throne room, this man had stood defiantly at the head of the old king’s bodyguards. He was tall and bare-chested, his sun-kissed skin glistening with the heat and sweat of battle. He crouched in a defensive pose, two short swords held ready before him. Ten other men stood by him, glancing nervously at each other and looking almost like...
Swashbuckler?s Slave Swashbuckler?s SlaveBy Tyjord She stood on the small deck protruding out over the bow of her ship, watching as flames engulfed the second vessel. Screams could be heard despite the distance between the two large sailing ships.? A smile of contentment appeared on her face as she saw the flames engulf the mass of the other ship, and the charred remains of their Jolly Roger float away on a gust of wind. The remainder of her crew, those unlucky enough to stay behind...
For the past month I had enjoyed a lot of success at my new job. Within a two week period I had landed two new clients, the new multi-million dollar contacts they signed gained me a promotion. The big executives in the company were singing high praises about me. The following week I had to report to a new floor and work with a new set of team members. I was teamed up with this African American female named Tracy she was in her late 20’s and had the body of a goddess. She stood around 5’7 145,...
The Dom le d the slave through the streets with a wrist lead on her. She was made to wear a strapless dress with no underwear beneath it. the Dom made her sit on a wall with her legs slightly apart, so all passers by could see her hair covered pussy. Several passers by took the time to ensure they got a very good view, both men and women. The slave found this totally humiliating, but it was only the beginning .After what felt like hours the Dom made her move and once again led her by her wrist...
Chapter One: Rakshasa's New Slave By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith The Arena exploded with cheers, the peasants and lowborn humans rising in the stands, screaming their bloodlust as the new fighters entered the white sands. I leaned forward in my seat in the royal box, a palpable excitement shooting through my heart as the gladiators marched towards the center. “Oh, you are going to love this match, dear cousin,” Kushini purred, her...
THE MAKING OF A SLAVE I stood in front of the Greyhound bus station and watched herwalk away. In the three years since I turned 18 I have tried fourtimes to get sexually involved with a woman I was dating. Sylvia wasthe fourth to spend a week with me making love. She was also thefourth one to tell me I was a lousy fuck. I tried to accommodate them and do what they wanted, butwhenever I tried to 'eat pussy', I just gagged and choked on thesmell. As far as fucking was concerned,...
(A tale set before the events of "Twist of Fate") Jabba the Hutt's grand sail barge, the Khetanna, slowly sailed across the western Dune Sea of Tatooine on its way to Mos Espa where the hutt and his entourage were to attend the annual "Tatooine Classic" pod racing event. It was the biggest race of the season and would attract denizens from all over the planet as well as many visiting offworlders eager to witness the exciting sport and wager on its outcome. Along for the trip, Leia...