Tonya Starts Work At The Club
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I left Stephanie there playing with her stretched pussy, leaking cum. She continued babbling thoughts of risky behavior to push the envelope. I went to the bathroom and urinated. Mo came in when I was shaking off the last of it.
“We heard you,” he said, chuckling. “Thought you killed the bitch for a little while, Dave.”
Yeah,” I said, “we heard you, too. Only earlier.”
“My bitch sucks a mean dick,” Mo said.
“I just told my slut black men have cocks. White boys have dicks.”
“Whatever,” Mo said. “Reminds me, I told mine my name was Tyrone.”
“I told mine, I was Jamal,” I said. We laughed.
“You really think you knocked her up?” Mo asked.
“I hope so, but no,” I said. “We were recording it and I think she was hamming it up for the recording. So your’s is a good cock sucker?”
“Hell yes. Took me all the way to the short and curlies, never even started to gag,” Mo said. “Wouldn’t let me get near to tapping that ass though.”
“Want to swap?” I asked. “I could use a quality blow job. It’s been forever since I had one.”
“You going to go ass to mouth on her? I doubt she’d go for tasting some other bitches ass if she won’t give up her own.”
“I never tried mine’s ass,” I said, “but she’s a kinky little slut. I kept thinking Psycho Bitch.”
“You think they’d be up for swapping? Sounds like your’s is. I guess if mine’s not you could join me to double team your blonde. Did her drapes match the carpet?”
“Probably not,” I said. “She’s shaved smooth, but who knows?”
“Even better,” Mo said. “I like bald beavers. Mine’s carpet is darker than the drapes, but still might be a natural blonde, just lighter up top. If you want to try swapping, how you want to do it?”
“Just go back like you belong there and start playing with her however you want to play with her. Neither of them ever met us before. They were just looking to experiment and sample some black cock. We’d be doing them a favor by doubling their experience. Give them something more to talk and brag about.”
“Ok,” Mo said. “I’ll give it a shot.”
I went down the hall to Mo’s bedroom and walked right in.
“Hi,” I said, walking over to the bed where she rested. “M ... Tyrone says you give great head.” I held my cock out, offering it to her. She looked shocked by the suggestion, so I crawled onto the bed, kneeling with my cock almost touching her face. “My names Jamal”, I said reaching down and stroking my knuckles across her nearest nipple. She adjusted her position a little to raise herself, maybe to slide out from underneath my hand, maybe just to see if she could use the bedding to cover her nudity. I flexed my abs and my semi-hard cock bobbed up and brushed her lips. It took her by surprise and I could tell she was getting more spooked than thinking about going for it. I flexed my abs again and when my cock bobbed toward her. I said, “It looks like little Jamal likes you, too.”
It made her grin and she introduced herself as Tonya. “Little Jamal is hardly little,” Tonya said, wetting her lips, hopefully in anticipation.
I flexed again and bobbed my cock in her face. I asked, “Does little Tonya want to play some more with the big, black cock?”
“How big does this thing get,” Tonya asked, finally deciding to touch my cock by putting her index finger under the head and supporting the cock just inches from her lips. Her mouth watered. “I thought you were killing Stephie there for a while.”
“You could suck on it and find out how big you can make it,” I said, “but aren’t you at all curious to see how it feels to get fucked like Stephie? Just think when you tell the pussies who chickened out and didn’t come.” I deliberately chose to call them pussies, getting her thinking about female genitals and cowards. How she and Stephanie had been brave enough to go through with it, and it was even wilder than they imagined. “Do you think they are imagining little Tonya,” I let my hand trace from her nipple I’d been fondling down to her neatly trimmed bush and the wet, recently fucked pussy beyond it, “got to fuck two big, black cocks the same night. Stephanie couldn’t hardly get her mouth around me. Wouldn’t you be proud to tell your friends you were made to suck black cock? I mean that as the sincerest form of flattery. You can tell them it’s true black guys are bigger. Take a picture to prove it if you want.” I was getting turned on and was pretty much fully hard. My words were having an effect on Tonya, too. She had let her legs part, maybe without even realizing it. As I stroked her pussy, her hips were slightly moving in time with my strokes.
Without comment, Tonya’s tongue flicked out and lapped up the pre-cum from my tip. She tasted it then moved forward to engulf the head. I pressed a finger inside her about as deep in her pussy as my shaft was in her mouth. I leaned down, shifting close to a 69 position. I got where I could see and her cunt was oozing Mo’s load. I would not be returning the favor. I decided to test her ass and see If I could get her hot enough by playing with it to let me tap it. I moved closer to the 69 position but detoured around her pussy. I still let my fingers play there, but my tongue was on her taint and nearing her anus. Yes, I would rather rim her ass hole with my tongue than lick a man’s load out of her otherwise perfectly fine pussy. That’s what white bois were for, cleaning loads of cum out of recently fucked pussy.
When my tongue hit her rosebud, she jerked.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tonya asked.
“I’m rimming you,” I said, “you know licking around your anus. There are supposed to be way more nerve endings there than compared to pussy. I hear some women find it pleasurable.”
“It tickles and it surprised me,” Tonya said.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked. “It might be a long time or never before anyone tries it again.”
Tonya considered it, bobbed up and down on my shaft as it hung before her and said, “Ok. But it tickles and I’m not going to let you fuck my ass if that’s what you’re after.”
“I’ve heard talk like that before,” I thought. “Before they are so wound up, hot and horny they’d do almost anything.”
I kept giving her rosebud a lot of attention. In this position, she would never get me off, although she was doing an admirable job throating my thick shaft. Before long her rosebud opened to my probing tongue and I imagined it sucking my tongue into the dark hole. I had one hand playing with her wet cunt, fingers moving in and out then stoking her lips, then rubbing her clit. So it seemed natural to have my other hand help stimulate her ass. When her rectum opened to my tongue, I substituted a finger and eased it inside her.
I heard Tonya go “mmmm” and it wasn’t from my cock finding her clitoris in her throat or my actual stroking her clitoris. I was dipping my finger in her pussy similarly to how I was moving the one in her ass.
Tonya called a halt to it. “Look,” she said, “I admit it was feeling pretty good back there, but you need to stop because I’m not ready to get fucked in the ass. Certainly not by this thick cock,” Tonya’s hand wagged my cock to point out the one she meant. “So why don’t you just give up and come out from down there?”
I decided to let her have her way. If she liked black cock enough to return, the idea was planted and stewing. Rimming her had turned her heat up on her back door and she knew we’d be expecting more if she returned. She would be talking herself into it before too long and if she knew she was going to do it, she would prepare herself for it and enjoy it that much more. So would I. I’d already experienced more of the pungent flavor than I wanted. Making a white bitch clean my cock with her mouth after being in her ass was different. I was a man, they were bitches.
I looked past Tonya sucking my cock and saw Mo’s mirror fastened to the back of his door similarly to mine. I moved us around so we were facing the mirror. Tonya’s head was near my stomach as she fellated me. She had one hand at the base of my cock, partly covering my dangling nut sack, but mainly steadying my cock. In this position as she looked down the length of my shaft, she could watch my black cock go in and out of her mouth directly or the wider view reflected in the mirror. Her upper lip was no longer full and lush. It was stretched thin and taut as it encircled my cock. My shaft looked even longer than it actually was because the part of my shaft running into my body, dividing my testicles, looked usable in this position. I stroked Tonya’s breast she wasn’t pressing into me and used my other hand to hold her hair back.
I asked, “Do you realize how great you look with my black cock in your mouth?”
“It does look pretty sexy,” Tonya said.”
“We should get a picture or two so you can have some fond memories. Or just to show off to your friends. Or let it accidentally be seen to piss off your folks. Maybe even to show your grandkids you were a bit wild in your younger days.”
Tonya got her cell phone out and handed it to me to take the pictures.
“Move a little so your breasts can be seen and let them hang down as much as possible so they look as big as possible.” Tonya adjusted her body, checking the mirror to get it right. “Let’s get one where your mouth is wide open and the tip is laying on your tongue so we can see the total length and just how thick it is.” I pressed on the side of her breast to give her more cleavage and make the nipple visible from behind where her arm obscured it. It also made her breasts look bigger.
“Now, take it all down, darling,” I said. “Make it disappear.” I watched as her face seemed to sink. I took pictures as she worked on getting my cock past her lips and then past her tonsils. “Good girl,” I said, encouraging her effort. “Look at the camera in the mirror. Let’s see those eyes. Let people know you like admiring your skills. Good girl. Look right in the camera and show them you’re a proud black cock slut, baby. Good girl. You’ve almost got it all, baby, just a tiny bit more.” Tonya extended her lips, capturing the last elusive bit of throbbing black flesh, then moved her head from side to side, pivoting around the shaft lodged in her mouth, substituting this motion for the usual bobbing motion to create more sensations for me. The girl was a generous and giving cocksucker. I held the camera off to the side of her face and took shots, not knowing how well I was getting them framed. Tonya looked sideways into the camera with her eyes. Her mouth would have formed a U shape on an average sized dick, but on my thick python, her jaw was so wide open her lips were stretched almost in a straight line. If you considered a straight line a 180 degree angle, her lips were probably forming a 160 degree angle. I thought I saw her tongue reach past her lower lip, reminding viewers she was getting a good taste and also how she was using it to excite the black cock flesh.
She slid her hand from where she had held the base of my shaft until it was swallowed and cradled my balls, hefting them in her splayed fingers. Tonya raised them a bit and nuzzled them with her nose. I got ready to take another snapshot of the action in the mirror. I said, “Ok, show them ‘look, mom, no hands.’” Tonya’s hand came away. “Good girl.” She held her hand out beside her face, not knowing what to do with it and not consciously deciding where to put it. It wasn’t long until I saw her freed hand go between her legs and start frigging her pussy. I wondered briefly if she thought it was a good thing to do with it, or if her pussy was excited and drew her hand there on its own.
There was no way I was going to get enough stimulation to cum in this position. If she was between my legs or positioned where she could better stimulate the underside of my cock, I could have. But not in the current position. She might be working her tongue as best she could, but there weren’t any nerve endings on that side. I lifted her off my cock and guided her body over it in a reverse cowgirl position where she could admire herself in the mirror. “Time to play hide the salami,” I said as she settled over my cock and soon had it buried in her cunt. I reached up with both hands to cup her breasts with splayed fingers, letting her milky flesh be seen between my ebony fingers. I had Tonya lift off my cock for a moment and she held my cock to her lower abdomen as she spread her legs and sat her ass down on my stomach. I took a picture then marked the spot on her abdomen just above the tip of my cock with my fingertip.
“Okay baby, make it disappear.” Tonya guided my shaft back inside her and watched it disappear as her pussy enveloped it. I pressed my fingertips into her white belly flesh.
Oh my,” Tonya said, “your cock is that deep in my belly.”
“You know it is, baby,” I said. “Pull up and leave just the tip inside.” Tonya did and I snapped a picture of my glistening shaft poised to impale her. It was wet with her juices and a previous load of black man’s seed. “Now show them how deep a black cock can go in a pretty white pussy.” Tonya slid her pussy down the shaft, impaling herself with hot, black flesh. I snapped a picture of her clitoral hood snuggling my balls. No shaft could be seen.
I reach down and rubbed little circles above her twat, putting pressure on her clit. Tonya was grinding her pussy down on me, keeping my thickness fully buried in her cunt. I got her to lean back a little and spread the fingers of my other hand to rub along both sides of her pussy lips where they were stretched taut around my cock.
It was enough to send Tonya over the edge and she shouted as her orgasm swept through her. I didn’t try to make sense of her incoherent babbling. I did start trying to jam my already fully seated cock further into her insides.
Tonya finally started making sense with her babbling and said, “I want to feel you come inside me.”
“No shit, bitch,” I thought, “like there was some chance I wasn’t going to nut or that I would pull out?” I told her a world class cock sucker like her deserved to have me deposit my load there and she slid off me and dropped down between my legs. Tonya immediately engulfed me and enthusiastically bobbed on my cock. I showed her the spot at the base of my cock I loved getting stimulated and she let my cock loose from her lips and started tonguing the area. “No, baby,” I said, “tongue it with the rest of my shaft down your throat.” Tonya seemed to consider it. “I know you can do it if anyone can. You have a gift, baby. Your mouth was made to suck big, black cock.”
Tonya took me back in her mouth and I told her to look me in the eye as she worked on my tool. This girl was so good the slight distraction hardly affected her technique. Watching her more than made up for any shortcoming.
Tonya picked up her pace as my breathing got a bit faster. She held onto my hips as I started bucking up into her. I grabbed a handful of hair and twisted it tightly into my fist to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere. I was almost there when Tonya sank all the way down my shaft and tongued the spot I had shown her. It sent me over the edge. I couldn’t have held back even if I wanted. I erupted.
I had to admire the girl. Tonya kept me firmly lodged all the way down her throat, hitting the spot I’d told her to lick, gagging from time to time as my load flowed from my balls up my shaft and down her throat. One time as she gagged, cum shot out her nose, landing on her upper lip. If anything, she was putting more pressure than ever on the spot. I settled down as the sensitivity of my cock subsided. Tonya disengaged from my shaft and kissed the tip of my cock then wiped around her mouth to retrieve the cum she had snorted out.
“I could feel your cum pumping through that spot you showed me,” Tonya said. “That was so hot. I’m going to have to do that from now on.”
“And your cock sucking will just be better and better.”
We laid there as post orgasmic bliss melted away and I started worrying she would want to talk or cuddle. “Let’s go see what our friends are up to.” I helped her up off the bed and put my arm around her as I guided her to my bedroom.
Meanwhile ... back when Mo decided to try Stephanie...
Mo opened the door to his roommate’s bedroom and saw Stephanie laying with her thighs comfortably parted, dreamily stroking her well fucked pussy. She stopped playing around with a gob of cream pie cum and brought her legs together in a more ladylike fashion, or maybe just to make room beside her for another person on the bed. Mo took two steps and touched her nearest leg just inside her knee with his fingertips and her legs automatically parted. Stephanie still hadn’t opened her eyes or looked up to notice it wasn’t her previous lover. Her conditioning had her close her legs at the sound of someone entering the room, and the light touch inside her knee had caused her to almost instinctively spread her legs to allow a male to mount her. Mo climbed onto the bed between her legs, not believing how simply this was going. David was right, these sluts wanted blacked and the boys were just lucky to be in the right place at the right time.
Wedging the tip of his cock between her still splayed cunt lips, Mo leaned down onto Stephanie and slid into her warm wetness, smoothly seating his dick in her sopping cunt. “Hi,” Mo said, “I’m Tyrone. Want to fuck?”
Stephanie opened her eyes as her body jerked in surprise to the unfamiliar voice and obviously new penis seated against her cervix. She was so wet and stretched from her recent fucking, he had fully penetrated her on his first stroke. He wasn’t moving in and out of her, wasn’t fucking her, but she had the idea go through her mind she was pinned to the bed by his shaft fully penetrating her like an insect on a cork display board.
Stephanie laughed and said, “It’s a little too late to be asking.” She liked the feel of his cock in her. It felt hot inside her and she imagined feeling it pulsing inside her as it otherwise remained motionless. It had felt good penetrating her, sending sparks along her nerve endings. She craved to feel it move some more.
Mo started to get up, causing his penis to pull out. “I’m sorry. I thought you were into it -.”
Stephanie quickly locked her legs around his slim waist, hooking an ankle over her other so her ass came off the bed as he tried to rise. But she kept the black shaft buried within her.
“I never said I didn’t want to fuck you,” Stephanie said. “You just surprised me. I was expecting Jamal to return. It just sounded kind of absurd when you asked, seeing how you were already all the way inside me. And it does feel good,” she put some emphasis on good, “inside my poor little white pussy.” She went into the dirty talk trying to encourage him to give her a great time. “It’s only had little white boy dicklettes before tonight. From little white boys who didn’t know how to properly please a pussy. The last big black cock showed my pink pussy what it was missing all this time. It is hungry for more.” Stephanie was fucking the cock trapped inside her, tightening and loosening her legs’ grip, causing her to lift her hips and cunt up and down, letting the shaft embedded in her slide in and out. She had her arms around him now, too, hugging him to her. When she quit explaining and pleading, she used her mouth to kiss him, to show him she wanted, show him she needed his dick. She’d discovered what a good fucking was and wanted more. There was an opportunity for one at hand, or at crotch, and she didn’t plan to let it go without a fight. It dawned on her she’d probably drop whatever she was doing from now on if these black men wanted to use her pussy.
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The Doctor took the blindfold off Tonya's eyes; she squinted, and looked around. When she saw the equipment, she was filled with fear, and whimpered through the gag. Her captor was prepared for her reaction. "I realize this is kind of scary, Tonya, but I promise that you won't get hurt. There'll be some pain involved in the therapy, but it has to be that way; it won't work correctly otherwise..." He gently stroked Tonya's face, and she started relaxing. He walked around to the other...
The Doctor and Nancy were back in the control room once again, monitoring the numerous readouts as the master timer approached the 24-hour mark. With 5 minutes to go, he pressed a button on the panel marked "Completion Sequence", which caused a green light to come on; each of the monitors subsequently indicated "Completion Sequence Activated", one after another. The level indicators the readouts slowly crept towards zero; the indicators for Tonya's vital signs showed that she was going...
In another room, the Doctor and Nancy had heard every moment of Tonya's psychic torment, thanks to a hidden microphone. Nancy looked at him, confused, wondering what had happened. "It's quite simple, actually," he said, "From what I can tell, she had a nightmare that she was in a lab with some rats, and they forced themselves on her, and you had something to do with it; like you were doing the experiment, or something." "Why would she think that?", Nancy asked, confused, "Wouldn't...
Equipment in the test room started coming to life. Tonya felt the test bench begin to vibrate and hum, and was caught off guard; she was totally unprepared for the jolt from the TENS unit! "MMMMMRRRRPPPPGGHHHHH!!!!" Tonya tried to scream through the inflatable gag! She saw a flash in front of her eyes; for a moment, she thought she'd been hit by lightning or an atomic bomb! She knew she had to escape this trap she'd been unwittingly lured into! But how? Nancy was captivated by the...
A few hours later, Tonya was still asleep when the Doctor and Nancy came back, wheeling a large metal frame into the room. The Doctor maneuvered the frame underneath the chair, then tilted it so that it was roughly parallel with her body. He went over to Tonya's right hand, and gently undid the strap from around it, pulling her hand up toward the frame's corner, and binding it in a wrist cuff. The same procedure was followed for her left hand, and then for both of her feet, until she was...
Tonya whimpered as the Doctor put a blindfold on her. She felt the table start to move as he pushed it. He pushed the table out of his office through a back door, and down an unused hall, to an exit. He opened the door and pushed the table into a garage, where his van was sitting with the back doors open. He wheeled the table up a small ramp, into the van, and up to a set of brackets. He connected the table to the brackets, and it was held securely in place. He hooked a small plug between the...
Tonya's heart raced as the Doctor walked away; fear of what would soon be happening to her, beyond any of her control, was more than she could deal with by simply trying to relax... Unseen by the helpless Harding, the Doctor walked over to the cart yet again, this time taking a short bar with a thick strip of leather attached at one end. He took the bar, and inserted it into a small holder near Tonya's left knee; he held the leather strip up to her butt, still undetected by his captive,...
After the initial jolt she'd received, Tonya was starting to get used to the stimulation; anything that had started out causing her pain was getting to the point where it became pleasurable. Her consciousness was being drawn into a trance state by the soothing tones and pulsating lights coming from the headset she was wearing; she was drifting into a strange, mystical dreamland... A few hours later, Nancy awoke with a start, as the Doctor poked his head into the break room; she grabbed her...
Growing up my next door neighbor was a girl named Tonya. I had had a big crush on Tonya from the day I met her and we were pretty close friends. I also got along well with her mom, Linda. Linda and I would sit and talk when I would come over. I always found Linda to be sexy for some reason, even though she was not hot. Linda was normal height, normal boobs, she did have wide hips and blondish hair. She was just a little fet on her legs and her belly. Where as Tonya was just a little cutie....
Nancy walked beside the Doctor as they went down the hall; she was confused about the Final Test, and turned to him. "So what exactly is this 'final test' about?" "Remember what Tonya said about breaking through a wall?" "Yeah..." "During the Endurance Test, she did it in her mind;" he explained, "now, she'll do the same kind of thing, only in body as well." "She's going to go through a wall?" Nancy asked, confused. "Oh, no, no, no," he laughed, "it's still...
Allan, Amy & Tonya When I entered Allan’s Living room, I saw Allan had a visitor. Her back was facing me so I could not guess who she was. Allan introduced me to Tonya, one of his friends which I suppose he had screwed many times before. She was the petite type but very gorgeous. She wore a short tight blue dress with straps showing her black bra straps. Her shoulder looked decoratively beautiful with the mixture of blue and black straps mingling into each other displaying a sensuous figure....
Chat Guest: Stephanie On Friday June 18, 1999 6PM PST Moderated by Wendy-J Edited by Anne-Mal You can e-mail her at: [email protected] She has posted nearly all her stories on Usenet. Wendy starts out... (*Wendy-J) Log file opened! (Janice) Break out the spare folding chairs. (*Wendy-J) Get it out of your systems now people! After an hour of inactivity the server will knock you out, so say something now! (Liz Bennett) Gobble. (Janice) Now? (katee)...
There are only a certain number of times you can watch a skinny twelve-year old girl prancing around, throwing a baton in the air and catching it, and still stay interested, but I sat there dutifully, watching Casey spinning, gyrating and jumping in time with the music, in her bright lime green practice leotard, and silver shimmer tights, and a couple of rather wicked thoughts crossed my mind, firstly, If she was a few years older, this might be more interesting, and then, I wonder if she’s...
“Glen, can you press ‘Play’ for me,” Casey said, and I leaned across from the couch, and pushed the button on the CD player. Immediately, the room was filled with the sound of a crappy rap song, as my sister began to rehearse her latest baton twirling routine, for the fiftieth time. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the fiftieth time, but it seemed like it. There are only a certain number of times you can watch a skinny twelve-year old girl prancing around, throwing a baton in the air and catching it,...
IncestStephanie “You WHAT?” Bella exclaimed. “When?” Bella was shocked at what Stephanie had just said. She slept with Zane? Stephanie had been dating the same guy since freshman year. They’d had a few little episodes where they broke up for a month or so, but they always would get back together. For her to just randomly sleep with Zane was totally unbelievable. “Last week” Stephanie answered. “I was trying to corner him and find out what the hell his deal is and things just, happened.” “And...
SATISFYING STEPHANIEBy Me (F/m, FM/m, spanking, D/s, slavery, reluctant, serious)Synopsys : The story of Mark and Stephanie, a mismatched husband and wife trying to find a way to live together. Although not their intention, they find themselves gradually sliding into the role of mistress and servant as Mark is gradually cowed, beaten and cuckolded into submission.I first met Stephanie six years ago at an adult education college. We were both taking the same French language class, and since I...
Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Part Six - Ms. Rebecca Tells Stevie About Her Time with Stephanie I rang the doorbell and waited patiently, glancing up and down the street and looking to see if there was anything unique about the neighborhood. A few seconds after I rang, the door opened slowly and there before me was a maid formerly dressed in a full, French maid's uniform complete with a lacy white apron and a black-and-white cap pinned to her hair. The maid's dress was black...
Becoming a Maid for Mark and Rebecca, Part Six - Ms. Rebecca Tells Stevie About Her Time with Stephanie I rang the doorbell and waited patiently, glancing up and down the street and looking to see if there was anything unique about the neighborhood. A few seconds after I rang, the door opened slowly and there before me was a maid formerly dressed in a full, French maid's uniform complete with a lacy white apron and a black-and-white cap pinned to her hair. The maid's dress was...
Stephanie walked in the front door of her house, her uniform soaking wet from the rain. She shivered as she dropped her back pack on the floor and walked across the floor, her mary jane heels clicking across the floor.“Steph is that you?” her mother called from the kitchen.“Yeah Ma.” she chimed as she skipped into the kitchen.“Oh sweetheart, you’re soaking wet! Why don’t you go change, get ready for dinner and then come back down. Oh and let your father know it’s almost ready. He should be in...
Stephen and Stephanie Now the idea of crossdressing had appealed to Steve for a few years, he wouldn't deny it, but actually doing it for real, no he hadn't got the nerve. A surreptitious wearing of bra and panties, yes once or twice, but for nothing more than a different masturbation thrill. The full works, no he wouldn't know where to start. It wasn't even like he was gay or even bi, it was just a thing that fascinated him. He'd thought about asking one of his Mistress...
It was going to be the weekend from hell. I knew it the moment my mother called me to give me the news. "Stephanie is engaged! We're having an engagement party for her this weekend. So you HAVE to come. I know you hate family functions, but you must be here!" My mother's tone was stern. She was usually a sweet and lively woman, but when she demanded we do something, we better damn well do it! I yawned. She'd woke me up at six that morning. I hated when people called me so early. I...
I had been dating Stephanie for about 2 months when things made a drastic change I had been dating Stephanie for about 2 months when things made a drastic change.? Our relationship was going very good, but as far as making out we had not gone beyond kissing.? We went out to eat once a week and spent the other evenings together.? We would alternate who cooked, and we usually went to the park each evening for a walk.? We truly enjoyed being together. It was a Tuesday evening when...
* Discovery *The first time I set eyes on her, she was wearing the sluttiest underwear one can imagine. Totally oblivious to my presence, she was admiring her scantily clad body in the full-length mirror on the wall. The lingerie was black, my favourite colour, sheer in texture and cut to a design that left little to the imagination. Black leather, ankle boots adorned her feet and complimented the black hold ups she was wearing. She was admiring herself in a full-length mirror and hadn't seen...
CrossdressingThe first time I saw Stephanie she really got my attention and the subsequent times I laid eyes on Stephanie she got even more of my attention. She was what you call a "well stacked young lady". I didn't know at the time what size breasts Stephanie was sporting on her chest, but she was one of the better endowed young women in her early 20s that I'd ever seen. Little did I know then that Stephanie was an E-cup and yet, to be very honest, even though her tits looked very nice and very sexy,...
She sat at her desk in the real estate office, going over some papers froma recent sale. Everything looked good to her and once again, she got the peoplea loan and sold the house. She made a good commission from it and that justadded to her fortune. Stephanie was a very sexy, beautiful Asian girl of 25 years old. She hadbeen to college and earned her degree, then went on to real estate school toget her license to sell. She was very well off, since she sold a lot of propertiesand was well liked...
Author's Note: This story is entirely fictional, and none of the characters or places exist in real life. Enjoy the story. Desperately Seeking Stephanie By Charlotte Dickles My head felt as though someone had hit the right side with a meat cleaver, and was now trying to force the two halves apart. Somewhere, someone was screaming to get an ambulance, please. I didn't know what had happened; I didn't really care. *** Sometime later: a minute? An hour? A week? I didn't know. It...
Priapus When I awoke next morning, Julie was no longer by my side. She had collected her things and left sometime in the early morning. I recalled the night's revelries with a smile. I had been fantasizing about my trip to Bangkok for weeks before my departure. It wasn't the first trip, by any means. Business takes me frequently to Asia and affords an opportunity to enjoy some of the pleasures of the Orient. Bangkok is, of course, known for its free and easy sex. There are bars and pleasure...
I see her from the food court by a stationary store in the big mall. She is fussing with her phone. I can't be sure, but I think she might be taking pictures. She is definitely watching me. I have been stealing glances at her since I first noticed her. She has the looks of a sexy librarian, Fortune 500 CEO and porno star all mixed together and dusted with powdered sugar. She waits until I pay and choose a table. She puts away her phone and walks directly toward me. For a moment I feel...
Introduction: In the several days following her own abduction and rape (which she coincidentally ended up enjoying) at the hands of her mother and her mothers boyfriend, Max, Katie had been coming up with a plan to allow the 3 of them to kidnap her bitch of a friend named Stephanie. She thought the best way to get Stephanie would be to invite her over to walk their dogs together and catch up, then they would drug her when she arrived so that they could take her to Maxs sex dungeon without any...
"Steph, It's Katie. Wanna bring Shadow over tonight and we can take him and Toby for a walk, maybe get a coffee?" she said when her friend answered. "Sounds good, haven't seen you for ages. I'll see you around 6?" Steph replied "Ok cool, see you then" Katie said, hanging up the phone. She found herself grinning as she thought about the payback she would give to Steph. A few years ago, her friend had fucked Katie's crush - whom she was going to ask out that week. Even though...
This story is about a guy in a van picking up an oversexed girl and having fun with her. FUN WITH STEPHANIE by boompsee Deara Douche` was like any single mother with a hot-body daughter, she was tired from work, tired from trying to pay the bills, and tired from trying to keep her seventh grade daughter out of trouble. At thirteen years old, Stephanie Douche` liked the way men looked at her. I first saw her walking out of a trailer park wearing short-shorts,...
My name is David. I hate white people. I don’t mind fucking them. In fact, I love fucking white women. I want to exterminate the entire white race. Not through violence but by ending white genetic lines one womb at a time. One may consider it a David versus Goliath task. I try introducing the prettiest white females to the joys of interracial sex. I don’t think I’d ever trust a white female enough to fall in love. The only love I am concerned with is instilling a love for black cock in white...