Author: blackmerida9

The Last Day of Camp (MF, interracial)

Camp Black Rock was set to finish the summer without a single incident. No brush fires in the woods, no kids caught with weed, no fights, no food fights, and most importantly, a drama-free summer amongst its mostly twenty-something staff.

The twelve councilors, five men and seven women, had actually managed to bond as a team, rather than fucking each other madly until everyone was fighting over who fucked who.

The Camp Administrator, Fredrick, was more than pleased to have had such a pleasant, hard-working staff, and thus was generously going to reward them for it. Tonight, on the final night of camp, Fredrick was going to buy everyone a keg, and let them throw a full on party in the woods once the kids were confined to their cabins. He even volunteered himself and his wife to monitor the cabins, so that none of them had to work on their final night. Read more »

The Last Day of Camp (STR, MF, interracial)

Camp Black Rock was set to finish the summer without a single incident. No brush fires in the woods, no kids caught with weed, no fights, no food fights, and most importantly, a drama-free summer amongst its mostly twenty-something staff.

The twelve councilors, five men and seven women, had actually managed to bond as a team, rather than fucking each other madly until everyone was fighting over who fucked who.

The Camp Administrator, Fredrick, was more than pleased to have had such a pleasant, hard-working staff, and thus was generously going to reward them for it. Tonight, on the final night of camp, Fredrick was going to buy everyone a keg, and let them throw a full on party in the woods once the kids were confined to their cabins. He even volunteered himself and his wife to monitor the cabins, so that none of them had to work on their final night. Read more »

Love Blind (MF, interracial)

“I can’t believe this kind of shit still happens in 2016,” Lily said, exasperated.

Her husband, Leon, just looked at the racial slur spray painted across their mailbox and shook his head.

Lily had noticed it after her run. The blonde white woman stood, sweating and pink in a blue sports bra and multi-colored tight running pants with her IPhone sticking out from between the fabric and the skin of her hip and the red cord of her ear buds snaking across her stomach and up to her head.

For a twenty-six-year-old, Lily looked much younger for her age. She was short, roughly five-foot-four, and weighed just north of 100lbs. She had little hips, a flat stomach, and very small breasts, but still sported an ample, firm ass on her back side. Her blue eyes turned to sea water when she was angry.

On the reverse side of the mailbox from the racial slur, they had also spray-painted the word ‘mud shark’ over their last name. Lily was beyond incensed. For a small girl, a surprising amount of anger could be vented out. She stood, looking at Leon as if he should be angrier, but her husband seemed only to shrug and shake his head. Read more »

Love Blind (STR, MF, IR)

“I can’t believe this kind of shit still happens in 2016,” Lily said, exasperated.

Her husband, Leon, just looked at the racial slur spray painted across their mailbox and shook his head.

Lily had noticed it after her run. The blonde white woman stood, sweating and pink in a blue sports bra and multi-colored tight running pants with her IPhone sticking out from between the fabric and the skin of her hip and the red cord of her ear buds snaking across her stomach and up to her head.

For a twenty-six-year-old, Lily looked much younger for her age. She was short, roughly five-foot-four, and weighed just north of 100lbs. She had little hips, a flat stomach, and very small breasts, but still sported an ample, firm ass on her back side. Her blue eyes turned to sea water when she was angry.

On the reverse side of the mailbox from the racial slur, they had also spray-painted the word ‘mud shark’ over their last name.
Lily was beyond incensed. For a small girl, a surprising amount of anger could be vented out. She stood, looking at Leon as if he should be angrier, but her husband seemed only to shrug and shake his head. Read more »

After The Date (MF, interracial)

Friday the 2nd

There were long brown marks where the paint had been chipped by Amanda’s headboard. The wooden headboard scraped along the painted white walls as her bed rocked back and forth as Brandon fucked her for the second time that week.

She lay on her back, leaning up while he knelt between her legs ramming her. She loved the way he fucked her. He was athletic and had a strong body, and she loved watching his big black dick pound her. Amanda tossed her red hair back and moaned as Brandon thrust deep inside of her.

They had started fucking almost six months ago. No strings. No questions. She just called him up and he came over, hard as a rock, ready to do what she needed him to do.

“Fuck yes, right there. Right there. Fuck,” Amanda breathed heavily as her orgasm began to build.

Brandon rocked her harder. She watched as the muscles on his stomach flexed when he contracted his hips when he was fully inside of her. The ‘V’ on his waist pressed firmly against the skin of her nether as he did. Read more »

After The Date (STR, MF, IR)

Friday the 2nd

There were long brown marks where the paint had been chipped by Amanda’s headboard. The wooden headboard scraped along the painted white walls as her bed rocked back and forth as Brandon fucked her for the second time that week.

She lay on her back, leaning up while he knelt between her legs ramming her. She loved the way he fucked her. He was athletic and had a strong body, and she loved watching his big black dick pound her. Amanda tossed her red hair back and moaned as Brandon thrust deep inside of her.

They had started fucking almost six months ago. No strings. No questions. She just called him up and he came over, hard as a rock, ready to do what she needed him to do.

“Fuck yes, right there. Right there. Fuck,” Amanda breathed heavily as her orgasm began to build.

Brandon rocked her harder. She watched as the muscles on his stomach flexed when he contracted his hips when he was fully inside of her. The ‘V’ on his waist pressed firmly against the skin of her nether as he did. Read more »

The Convention (STR, MF, IR)

Part 1

“I’ve caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?” Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates.

Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities.

“One-hundred and twenty-eight,” Becky said with a shit eating grin, “I caught Charizard this morning.”

Naomi rolled her eyes and closed the Pokémon Go app as the attendant scanned their tickets to be let in.

Naomi had been obsessed with Pokémon since she was a little girl, so it was no surprise as the approached the gates of the convention she was dressed up as her favorite Pokémon character. Her red wig was fixed closely to cover her normal blonde hair. She wore a yellow tank top that barely reached past the bottoms of her breast, exposing all of her smooth, pale stomach. Red straps from her overall suspenders lined either side of her belly button from their attached point on her jean short shorts. She had long, smooth legs that touched down on the asphalt of the parking lot covered by her red trainers. Read more »

The Convention (M/F, interracial)

Part 1

“I’ve caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?” Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates.

Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities.

“One-hundred and twenty-eight,” Becky said with a shit eating grin, “I caught Charizard this morning.”

Naomi rolled her eyes and closed the Pokémon Go app as the attendant scanned their tickets to be let in.

Naomi had been obsessed with Pokémon since she was a little girl, so it was no surprise as the approached the gates of the convention she was dressed up as her favorite Pokémon character. Her red wig was fixed closely to cover her normal blonde hair. She wore a yellow tank top that barely reached past the bottoms of her breast, exposing all of her smooth, pale stomach. Red straps from her overall suspenders lined either side of her belly button from their attached point on her jean short shorts. She had long, smooth legs that touched down on the asphalt of the parking lot covered by her red trainers. Read more »

That Awkward Question (M/F, Interracial, Pregnancy)

“You are going to have to push Mrs. Oakley,” the Doctor said, peering up from behind his mask between Farrah’s spread legs, “On three, okay?”

The moment had finally come and Farrah was so nervous she wanted to vomit right then and there. Her husband, Jeremey, was right beside her, holding her hand like had promised, encouraging her as he had promised, waiting for his newborn son to come into this world.

“One.”

Farrah felt so dizzied she might pass out. It was finally happening. All these long months of waiting, of worrying, had come to this.

“Two.”

She was about to be a mother. Something she had only dreamed of, but all the fear was welling inside of her making her want to burst.

“Three.”

Farrah’s body wretched and contorted as the baby began to come from inside of her. She could see the doctor slowly cradling a new life as the pain threshold far passed what she could withstand and she squeezed Jeremy’s hand so hard she heard tiny cracks as bones in his finger broke.

Farrah screamed bloody murder as the child pushed its way into this world. Suddenly, the pain diminished and a tiny, barely audible cry filled the delivery room. Read more »

That Awkward Question (STR) (M/F) (IR)

“You are going to have to push Mrs. Oakley,” the Doctor said, peering up from behind his mask between Farrah’s spread legs, “On three, okay?”

The moment had finally come and Farrah was so nervous she wanted to vomit right then and there. Her husband, Jeremey, was right beside her, holding her hand like had promised, encouraging her as he had promised, waiting for his newborn son to come into this world.

“One.”

Farrah felt so dizzied she might pass out. It was finally happening. All these long months of waiting, of worrying, had come to this.

“Two.”

She was about to be a mother. Something she had only dreamed of, but all the fear was welling inside of her making her want to burst.

“Three.”

Farrah’s body wretched and contorted as the baby began to come from inside of her. She could see the doctor slowly cradling a new life as the pain threshold far passed what she could withstand and she squeezed Jeremy’s hand so hard she heard tiny cracks as bones in his finger broke. Read more »