Brendan and Tim
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"Ah, here she is now," my daddy said as I walked carefully down the stairs and I'd been pacing for fifteen minutes, so I'd at least grown accustomed to the three inch heels on those ankle boots.
"Good," a white man I assumed to be Mr. Reiser answered, but he didn't look anything like I expected.
He wasn't especially old, or fat or bald, or anything like that. He seemed about the same age as my father, I supposed, like forty maybe, but tall and handsome, actually, with sandy hair and a strong face. Nice blue eyes too, not cold, but a friendly shade of blue and the man had a nice smile. I liked his smile and it made me feel a lot better, easing my nervous fear. He was wearing a dark suit and starched white shirt with a loosened red tie, and holding a drink in his left hand. Both him and my daddy stood up as I came down the stairs and slowly into the living room.
"Mr. Reiser, this is my son, Dani," my father introduced us. "Dani, this is my boss, Mr. Reiser."
"It's a pleasure to me you, Dani." Mr. Reiser was nodding, looking me up and down. "A real pleasure."
"Thank you, sir," I smiled and lowered my eyes as I let him take my hand, just for a moment, and his fingers were warm and smooth.
"I'll, uh, I'll go see how dinner is coming," Dad nodded, determined to give Mr. Reiser some time alone with me right away.
"Sure, Ben." Mr. Reiser barely glanced at my father; his attentions were fixed on me right then. "I saw your picture, but, wow! You're a beautiful young woman, Dani."
"Thank you, sir." I dipped my head nervously. "I'm not really a..."
"I know," he smiled at me. "I like that too, believe me. I like it a lot. You'll be a good little girl for me, won't you?"
"Yes sir," I agreed and cleared my throat softly. "I just, um, I never had a boyfriend or ... anything. Before, I mean."
"Really?" he chuckled gently. "Let's sit down, come here."
"Alright. I mean, yes sir." I could feel my heart beating harder and it wasn't just because I was nervous, I thought I could really like this man maybe.
I'd never really thought about white people, white guys, you know, but some of them were attractive and Mr. Reiser looked very nice to me. I didn't even mind his age, if anything I found myself enjoying his maturity. He seemed so confident and strong and, I dunno, he wasn't like the boys I knew that were my own age, that was for sure! I felt my penis harden and I was excited by the man, which I hadn't expected at all. I liked the way he smelled too, not just his aftershave or whatever, but him. I could smell his skin, his body just faintly, a man smell after a long day at work and it was like my dad's smell, but different, lighter and sweeter and I found myself taking deep breaths through my nose just to get more of it.
"Here. Right here." We were sitting on the sofa and he wanted me to sit close to him, so I did.
I crossed my legs and tugged at my skirt and I happened to glance down to see that my nipples popping big and hard and dark. They itched and burned beneath that lace bra and I bit my bottom lip as my penis throbbed between my thighs. My tummy had butterflies and my heart was going a hundred miles an hour and I wondered why. I mean, I knew why. I was sitting next to a handsome white man who seemed to like me, who was interested in me, but I was acting like I was on drugs or something and it made me giddy.
"Did your father tell you why I'm here?" Mr. Reiser asked and his left arm was behind me, along the back of the sofa as we sat next to each other.
"Yes sir," I nodded slowly. "He said that you might, um, like me."
"I do like you, Dani." He smiled at me. "I can tell already that I'm going to like you a lot."
"Okay." I smiled at that and risked a little look into his eyes.
"I want you to like me too," he told me. "I want us to be friends, Dani. Good friends."
"I like you, sir," I said, swallowing hard.
"I'm glad to hear that," he told me. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. That's important to me."
"Okay."
"I've been looking for a house negra for some time now, a very special one like you." He shifted slightly. "Do you mind if I call you a negra? Does it bother you?"
"No," I shook my head.
Negra was one of those words people used more and more for young black women, teenage girls like me. Especially pretty ones and it was really sort of a compliment, although a lot of black people didn't see it that way. My dad didn't like it, I knew that, he said it was just another word for nigger and probably it was, but that didn't stop people like Mr. Reiser from using it and he was a racist, like most white people, I was sure of that. He probably called my dad a nigger behind his back, when Mr. Reiser was talking to other white people, but that's just the way the world is and it wasn't like I could change it.
Besides, bad as it sounds, I liked the way Mr. Reiser said it. He didn't make it sound like a bad thing, but sort of cute, and if he liked it, well, I liked it too.
"Good," he nodded. "You've never had a boyfriend, Dani? Did you mean that?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "I mean no, sir. I never ... I don't have one."
"So you've never had sex or anything?" he wondered, just to hear me say it.
"No sir." I shook my head, looking into his eyes. "I've never even been kissed, not really."
"The negra I bring home has to love sex, Dani," Mr. Reiser told me seriously. "She has to love to fuck, do you understand?"
I swallowed hard and blinked at the word.
"Do you think you'd be that kind of girl? Hmmm ... The kind of girl who loves to fuck, Dani?" He was leaning towards me, sitting closer and his voice was soft and deep and I felt like I was falling into it.
"Yes," I breathed and just saying that one word sent a shiver up my spine.
"Yes what, Dani?"
"Yes, sir." I closed my eyes. "I'll love to ... Fuck."
"Good girl," Mr. Reiser sighed with satisfaction. "And suck ... Do you want to suck my cock, Dani?"
"Um..." I trembled slightly at that, not knowing if he really meant for me to do it, or if he was just asking if I would, or...
"You've got a beautiful mouth, such pretty lips..." Mr. Reiser reached up slowly with his right hand, touching my cheek first and then rubbing his thumb over my lips slowly.
I didn't know if I was scared or happy or nervous or anything. I was shaking and I had goosebumps on my dark skin, all up and down my arms, and my nipples were so hot they felt cold, almost painfully so. My penis was throbbing too, aching and as hard as it had ever been in my life and I didn't understand all those feelings, or why being so close to a man felt so good and all I wanted to do was hold him suddenly, to wrap my arms around the man and just squeeze him until all those feelings went away.
"Hmmm ... Little negra, pretty Dani ... Open up..." He was pulling at my bottom lip with his thumb and as my lips parted, Mr. Reiser slipped his thumb inside my mouth so that I instinctively tightened my lips around it in a soft O and sucked on it for him. I even used my tongue, although I didn't plan on it, or even think about it, I was just doing it, licking around the man's thumb while I sucked it.
"Mmmm..." I moaned softly as I felt his left arm leaving the back of the sofa to find my shoulders, he was holding me, caressing me through that thin blouse I wore.
"You love sucking, don't you?" Mr. Reiser teased me gently. "Your mouth was made for cock, do you know that?"
I shook my head slightly, making him smile and he gave my shoulder a soft squeeze.
"It is. I can tell, Dani," he nodded seriously. "You'll be sucking a lot of cock, I promise you. Lift your skirt for me, spread your legs a little, I want to see what you're hiding down there."
Mr. Reiser played with my mouth, pulling his thumb out slowly and replacing it with his index finger, giving me something a little longer to work my mouth around while I did as he asked. I uncrossed my legs and spread my thighs, rather enjoying the freedom it gave my trapped penis. I lifted my skirt blindly, watching Mr. Reiser's face as he turned his blue eyes down, watching as the hem of my short skirt came up to reveal my lacy red thong and my straining penis and hairless balls beneath.
"Oh, that's it." He smiled as he saw my boy sex, eager and excited just for him. "What a sweet little sissy you are, negra. I'm surprised some big white boy hasn't fucked you already. Aren't there any white boys at your school?"
"Mmphh ... Noooo..." I whispered, taking a breath and licking my lips as Mr. Reiser pulled his finger from my mouth.
"No?" He widened his eyes in mock surprise and smiled.
"I go to a girl's school," I told him. "The Virgin Mary Academy."
"I see and the other girls don't give you a hard time for being ... different?" he asked, bringing his hand down to press against my swollen penis and I gasped at his touch.
"N-Nooo ... They're nice ... Mostly..." I blinked rapidly and he was squeezing my penis through the lace, massaging my hard little girl cock while I squirmed.
"Does that feel good, negra?" He smiled and I nodded. "Has anyone ever touched you like this before?"
"No sir, uh!" I hitched a sharp breath as my penis came free suddenly, the thong coming askew and to the side so Mr. Reiser could feel my bare skin.
"You're so hard, Dani. So hot, do you need to cum?" he asked me and I could barely speak as I lifted my hips, wanting more pressure on my penis than he was giving me just then.
"Take mine out too, baby. Go ahead, open my pants. I want you to play with my cock now," Mr. Reiser was saying and his smooth fingers were wrapped around my penis, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the wet tip.
I unzipped the man's suit pants slowly, holding my breath until I remembered to breathe and my mouth was dry suddenly, my heart racing as I realized I was going to see and touch a man's cock for the first time in my life. I caught a glimpse of something, my parents at the open arched doorway leading to the kitchen and dining room and I lowered my eyes quickly. They were watching us, my mom and dad, watching me with a white man, with my daddy's boss while he played with my penis and I reached for his.
"That's it, Dani ... Mmmm ... Sweet little negra, get my big white cock..." Mr. Reiser might have known my parents were there, or maybe not.
I don't think he would have cared one way or the other that they were watching us, really. All he cared about was me just then and I reached inside his trousers and gave a little start as I found his cock and it was big, hot and heavy in my small black hand and I had to work to free it. It looked huge and not so white, but sort of light brown, or ruddy I suppose, and the smooth glans was pink and moist with his precum. I just held it, feeling Mr. Reiser's heart beating somewhere inside that hard muscle.
"It's so big," I said and I even giggled softly, feeling silly and light headed.
"You're making it big, Dani. You're so sexy, so beautiful dressed like that," he told me. "My cock loves little negra sluts like you."
I started stroking his cock the way he was stroking mine, sliding my small fist up and down over the velvety soft skin that covered him. We were jerking each other off; little black me, a sissy girl-boy dressed like a whore, and Mr. Reiser, mature and strong and white in his expensive suit. It was the contrast I loved, although I was only barely aware of it at the time. I thought I might like being a white man's slut, his negra whore, and I'd never even dreamt of it before.
"Come here ... Like this now..." Mr. Reiser was pulling me, moving me until I was straddling him, my knees on the sofa outside of his thighs as he sat there.
My small penis was pressed against his swollen cock as I sat like that and he smiled, telling me to wrap my hands around both of us, to squeeze my penis against his and rub us together like that. It felt so good too, I was almost crying by then. My body was hot and I was barely able to breath. I just nodded and stared down at his big white cock and my much smaller black one as they touched. Precum was running out of us, mixing as it spilled down our shafts. It was slippery and messy and I was using both hands to jerk us off together while Mr. Reiser held my ass in his gentle hands.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Let me fuck your cock with mine. Doesn't that feel good?" he was whispering and I nodded. "Look at me now, don't stop. Just look at me."
I lifted my eyes and he was moving his hands up my back. He pulled me closer while I held his penis to mine, and he was going to kiss me. I felt my heart lurch and I wanted to close my eyes, but Mr. Reiser's blue eyes were wide open like a summer sky and I just watched them as I felt his lips on mine finally. His tongue brushed my lips, tickling me and I opened for it. The white man eased his tongue into my mouth, slowly and so softly I felt like it was melting over the top of mine. I moaned, making small whimpering sounds as I was kissed for the very first time in my life and then I had to close my eyes because everything felt too good.
"Do I still have to go to school?" I wondered. "Of course," Mr. Reiser laughed and he was driving us to a restaurant, even though my mom had prepared a dinner for him, for all of us. We hadn't stayed very long after Mr. Reiser had fucked me. Just long enough for me to take a shower and double check the bag my mom had packed for me. Enough time for my mom to wash the semen stains out of Mr. Reiser's trousers. He'd borrowed a clean shirt from my dad, it was a salmon colored Izod polo...
"This is nice," Mr. Reiser decided and I sighed in agreement. He knelt by a large bathtub, just off his bedroom in the master bath, and I was soaking in it, naked and enjoying the steaming water that surrounded me up to my budding breasts. It was a generous tub, the entire bath and the house around it was splendid and altogether too much for one man living alone, I thought. Mr. Reiser was washing me slowly, cupping water and letting it dribble onto my shoulders. He enjoyed looking at me,...
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Nora and Mary shared lunch, and it was their usual catch-up time. Nibbling on a carrot stick, Mary broached the subject, "So, how's the new boyfriend?" Nora glanced up from her burger. She knew why Mary settled for raw vegetables, poor thing, but she needed something a bit more substantial. "Oddly enough, he's just fine. Dina was right; all he needed was a little carrot and a lot less stick. I figure with a little work, he'll even be presentable in public!" She grinned. "Seriously,...
"Will, let me out, I've got to go to the ladies room" broke the silence and Lyn nearly pushed him out of the booth onto the floor in her haste to get to the door with the big Ladies sign in the middle. Lyn pounded across the dance floor with a measured urgency and disappeared into that inner sanctum that women retreat to during times of stress. Will and I watched until she disappeared. "I think I had better get out of here, it's getting late and it's hard to sleep in that damned motel...
It was back through the southeastern part of Russia into Mongolia. We had an academic interest in this area because of the reports of brothers sharing wives. Since the opposite was our situation, it would be interesting to find out how the other way worked. We had contacted the author of an article about this phenomenon and she had paved the way for some introductions. We were met at the train station in the town whose name I cannot pronounce by a very Asian looking man in his mid-30s. Nayan...
Jack tried not to break out sweating as he looked again at the matched aces in his hand. Another ace and a pair of deuces in the turn cards gave him the best hand he had ever held. For seven years, he had been losing money at the weekly poker game. Although he never lost more than he could afford to lose, those losses added up. Most of those losses went to his nemesis, Derek. All of the other players had folded one by one. Only Derek remained. The pot had nearly ten thousand dollars in it. That...
CheatingI laid in bed stroking the wetness between my legs. I had recently posted my availability for breeding and was getting excited at the prospect of being again used by a stranger to enhance their family. The heat built within me as my head raced through frightening scenarios. My body tensed and released as I got closer to orgasm. With shaking legs, I easily reached my climax and released all my tension through a satisfying moan. Afterward, as I lay in post-orgasmic bliss, listening to my breath...
Seasoned slut Ava Addams is a horny MILF trying to spice things up in the bedroom with her husband. She’s mostly into role playing and has tried different costumes to keep things interesting. Every time she dresses up she makes sure that her huge tits are bursting out of her top and her tight ass is on full display for her man. She’s been a French maid, a sexy schoolgirl, and a naughty Santa’s helper and it always seems to have the same result, Manuel takes her to the bedroom...
xmoviesforyouHello everybody this is Sandip from Kolkata. I am 29 yrs, 5ft 7 inches male with a good physique, hairy body & a very strong sex drive & I have a 6.5 inches rock hard cock to please & satisfy any female craving for sex. I am a graduate & doing business.I am a big fan of ISS & was under an impression that all these stories are just fantasies of people until I myself got a chance to fuck recently. This is my first experience & completely true which happened just a week ago. We have a maid named...
Introduction: This story is set in present day, and it meant to be completely fictional (im a wiccna myself, please be gentle with my critisim… ITS MY FIRST STORY! ???? )) The morning sun shone in through my window as I lay on my homely little twin bed. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair wondering what time is was exactly. My name is Sasha. I am 18 years old and I live in a peaceful village at the base of a large group of mountains. My family is large and very religious in the Christian...
So far we have abstained from any sexual activity or contact all day - we want to maximize both our and the guests sexual pleasure tonight. At two we are freshly showered and dressed in bathrobes, when as arranged our hostess, Toni with an i, comes to our suite with a twenty-something couple who are to oil and tan our bodies. Toni is a knockout, long blond hair, dressed in heels, a short skirt and a jacket that highlights her cleavage. Obviously good, firm tits. The couple are dressed in...
There wasn’t much time. He had to leave to make his flight. Back to his base. Two more years to serve. He’d spent most of his leave at the cabin with me. There wasn’t much time. He had to leave to make his flight. Back to his base. Two more years to serve. He’d spent most of his leave at the cabin with me. Helping with the work, sitting in front of the fire, fucking the living shit out of me. Relaxing.I wanted to send him off right. “Let me suck your dick one last time baby” I whispered in his...
Pepper returned to the room and sat on her new bed as she unpacked her things; Marie helped her stow things in a wardrobe and chest of draws allocated to her. The blonde smirked at the new girl as she blew on the brunettes nails she’d just completed; she would enjoy painting Pepper’s nails. Pepper bounced softly on the large double bed; the plug felt so nice now, and she loved the way it teased her anus.“Why such big beds? I’ve never had a double before and it feels so comfy.” The three...
I barely made it to the end of the valley before the first of the Comanches rode into the valley entrance at the other end. Not knowing what else to do, I pulled out my Winchester and jumped off my horse. I was almost in a panic as I scrambled a little ways up the bank on the south side of the valley and started shooting. There simply was nothing else for me to do. I had no idea where Lt. Simms had placed his men, or even if they were still anywhere around. I trusted him, but I was still...
After having the time of my life with my little sister yesterday, it was time to return to my landscaping work at my Grandmother’s house. I was taking care of her garden and yard since my Grandfather had passed away. Along with the neighbor’s work it kept me busy. Of course my neighbor, Carol Wills was keeping me even busier with the extra work I was doing to her. I mean for her!The last couple days had about drained me and I was looking forward to seeing Grandma and a relaxing day working on...
It had been almost a week since Karl had been home. While Taiwan is a nice place, he was ready to get back to his comfortable and quiet apartment. After dragging his luggage out of the Taxi he was greeted by Steve, the doorman. Karl loaded in the elevator and felt his body grow heavy by the time they got to the 7th floor. It was late and the hall was quiet, but to him it was still day time. Jet lag is a bitch. Karl made his way into the flat and determined that he would go straight to bed....
Waterbury Hills, CA, was the epicenter of the Hippies' movement of the 1960s and 70s. Now in 1990, things were a bit more mainstream, but still left of center compared to the rest of America. The locals held onto their very liberal outlook on life, and the transplanted residents generally found their way to Waterbury Hills intentionally. Indeed, realtors regularly warned out-of-town transferees to carefully study the culture of the city and to decide if the very relaxed approach to life is a...
ExhibitionismRachael had not been ravished again since little Mobana had taken his own personal revenge nearly a week ago. His games of torture had pushed her to the edge; but since then marooned in this remote palace harem she had spent her captive hours trying to make conversation or rationalise with the other concubines. They were from around the world and although English seemed to be spoken by most it didn’t really help. They acted mute either through fear or by the continual practices of sexual...
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Michael Lavine was one of the most sought after bachelors that I knew. Not only an English professor adored by both his students and peers, he was charming, charismatic, and gorgeous. He was toned with a muscular build, short wavy brown hair, and had the most dazzling set of green eyes anyone had ever seen. He was also a best seller novelist causing fortune to be added to his resume. Women of all ages would always have the tendency to throw themselves at him. But he always pulled away, not...
They say that blood is thicker than water, and I guess that’s so. Still, water evaporates, and the supply of blood for any one individual is limited. But, the feelings one has for the love of his or her life never evaporates and has no limit, none. I am living testimony to that great truth. My dad, Philby Carter, married Xena Westbrook in 1964. I came along a year later, and joined my brother—a product of mom’s first marriage—Ronald Carter completing the family Carter. Oh, we had relatives,...
Cheating"Do ya wanna run the 5K or the 10K, buddy boy?" Jenny asked as the sun rose casting its morning light across the running track. "I don't think high schools run the 8K, at least that's what I figured from checking out record running times for high school track and field events on the Internet last night." "What are the records?" I asked. Jenny checked her notebook. "13 minutes 44 seconds for the 5K and 28 minutes 32.7 seconds for the 10K. Those are the best times for all the high...