Breeding a housewife with my giant black cock.

The day is sunny and hot. Jamaica is looking beautiful. The beaches, the bars, the sunset, the views, the scenery. Everything is looking beautiful. Tourists can be seen all over the place. What’s more can be seen is the black guys. And not some ordinary black guys but the hung, Mascular, tall black guys all over the Jamaica.

The beach: It’s around the evening time. The sun is coming down. Everyone’s enjoying the view. A tall black guy can be seen sitting on a chair near the hotel building.

He is topless. His abs are looking nice, as if he was ex-bodybuilder. He is wearing boxers on bottom. Black bocers. The oil on his skin is shining in the dim light. The black curly short hair makes him look even badass. He is shaved from the stomach though. The 6feet 8 inches is a height that every man wants, what’s more every man wants is a large cock. A full 11 inch of cock the black man is having inside his boxers. He is true defination of a BBC King.

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The Muse [F] 2nd person POV

All of my friends told me I needed to visit this gallery. “The muse in the paintings looks just like you,” they all insisted. So I packed a bag and flew across the country…back home.

When I stepped into the gallery, it was just as everyone said. All the paintings, every last one resembled me. Not just resembled. They were perfect replicas of my face, my body, my aura. The mystery artist had captured my essence from early adulthood to my current middle-aged self.

As I make my way toward the back of the gallery, I hear shuffling. I clear my throat to make my presence known. And then, there you are…”I’m Fiona-” I start, but you interrupt me.

You rush to me and grab my hips as if they belong to a long-lost lover. You kiss me so passionately, so deeply. Your tongue desperately searches for mine. They dance and roll over each other when they finally meet. I playfully nibble your lip as your right hand slides from my hip and hovers just over my pussy on the outside of my skirt. Your left hand slides from my hip to my round, luscious ass. When you grab me, my skirt lifts a little, exposing my skin. Your greedy hand wants my flesh. You grab my exposed ass and smack it. This pushes me further into your other hand that finally meets my crotch.

The 7th Floor

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️
Contains: Adultery, Soft-Cucking, Vulgar Language.

So I’ve been working my new job for about 8 months. About a month ago I’ve noticed someone in the mail room that is shared by the entire building, I thought I recognized her but kind of brushed it off. A few weeks go by and I see her again, now I’m 100% sure she is who I think she is. Shes a friend from HS, we hooked up but nothing past 3rd base (can’t believe I’m still refencing sex to baseball). So I haven’t seen her in almost 13 years.

I finally decide to message her and ask if she works in the same building as me, she confirms she does. We meet up for a few short breaks a few days a week, catching up on life. She’s married, I’m married she overshares and im supportive. Today out of the blue she tells me the 7th floor is vacant and she has keys to the entire floor. Me being the dumbass I am says cool and leave it at that.

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My best friend came instantly and I love him for it [F/M] [Oral] [First]

I wasn’t surprised by how small his cock was, but I was a little surprised when his hot jizz shot onto my face the second my lips touched his tip. I guess I should’ve expected it, in hindsight.

My best friend had always been a runt. He was roughly my size from kindergarten all the way up to highschool, and when all his male friends hit puberty and grew into men he was still my size – 5’5, 120 lbs, thin as a rail.

I made fun of him for it exactly once, joking that he could fit into my clothes. He hid the pain behind an agreeable chuckle, but I saw it for a second and never poked that sore spot again. He didn’t get along well with other men, but his frailty made it hard for him to get along with most women too. He interpreted anything less than constant enthusiasm as a sign that they didn’t like him, and so he never asked anyone out, never dated all through highschool, and for the most part I was his only friend.

Sharing Katie

Hi Guys. This is a story I posted to Literotica some years ago. I’m considering trying my hand at erotic stories again, but Literotica seems kind of dead. This might be a better community. Please let me know what you think

This is a true story that happened in College (2002 I think). The names have been changed.

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When I was a sophomore in College, I was casually dating a girl named Katie. She was a freshman and lived in the dorms. She was very petite, the smallest woman I had ever been with, 5′ MAYBE and 90 lbs. She had very light brown hair, perky little tits, great fair skin, and an ass like a halved honeydew. I took her virginity and awakened a little demon inside her. She was mouthy, smoked like a chimney and loved to fuck me.

One night after we had been seeing each other for a month or so, we were hanging out with a couple friends of hers. Hillary and Ron had an on again off again relationship since high school and were currently in a “fucking but not together” phase. Hillary was a little taller, full C cup breasts that she loved to show off, super dark brown hair and she wore those black plastic framed glasses. Ron was a CS major and looked a bit nerdy.

Divorced And Alone I Enjoyed One Night With My Neighbor

Divorced And Alone I Enjoyed One Night With My Neighbor

I live alone in a condo in a nice complex. Down below is a young couple. I envy that they are together. When the opportunity presents itself we are always quite cordial and exchange pleasantries and I wonder just how he makes love to her, of course wishing I had someone to make love to me.

One day I found him alone, he told me his wife had gone home to see her parents and celebrate her grandmother’s birthday. I invited him to come by for dinner, and have a hot meal and he accepted. Why that night I behaved like I did I don’t really know. I wore a dress without panties, shaved completely, something I did from time to time. I decided that a bra was not right, he would want to enjoy my breasts and my dress tight up between my legs. He was a man after all, if nothing came from it that was fine with me, but that night I could show him that I was a woman.

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Part 2 lesbian sex never ends

I laid next to her and kissed her neck. By her body language I could tell she loved this. She grabbed me and rolled me over on my back. She said “you look pretty like this” who was this girl a mind reader. I laughed and she gripped my neck just enough to bring me back to focus. She was so sexy in her masculine energy.

I said “damn you got me hard asf”. She laughed loudly…and said “hmm why don’t you get that dick out for me”. She continued “ I know you have it”. I reached over into my purse and unveiled it. She grabbed it and ran it down my body. I got chills. She smacked my yoni with it over and over. I let out a moan and spread my legs wider. “You like that” to which I replied “mmm yess put it in me”. She slid on the harness and positioned the dildo in it.

She lifted my legs and slid inside me. I was so wet my pussy instantly farted. We giggled as she stroked me. This girl knew what she was doing and I loved that for me. In and out she glided. I gazed at her with lust. She said “get on all fours I want you to throw it back for me” to which I quickly turned over and spread out for her.

The Path – Part 8 – Learning the Ropes [M52, F] [Rope Bondage]

I received a text from Beth one afternoon, shortly before getting off of work to meet her right after. That was an invitation I’d never turn down. So, after getting out, I got a drive thru for some food, because I’d probably need my energy, and headed over.

When I got downstairs, Beth was waiting and escorted me in. As soon as the door closed behind us, she stripped down to her lacy red bra and panties.

“Just you and me tonight, Sam.”

I tilted my head and licked my lips. I could tell her nipples were already a little bit hard just thinking about what was to come. “What did you have in mind?”

“Time to practice your rope work. Sara wanted to do it, but I ate her out until she gave up. She cums like a damn hose, but I love it.”

“I know, I had a chance to see that.”

“Oh, that’s right. Sorry I missed that.”

I got myself undressed down to my boxers then gestured to the curtain. “Shall we?”

We walked in and the only thing on the toy table were ropes, and two pairs of scissors.

Strap Sesh

“Okay see you at 7. Drive safe.” I hung up the call and dropped my phone in my purse. Smirking I did a once over of my bag to make sure I got the most important thing. I could see the print of the strap in it’s pouch. A waive of excitement tingled through my body. I took one last look in the mirror before leaving my apartment. I knew tonight would be a night to remember.

I walked up to her door full of angst. I reached out to ring the door bell. From inside there was footsteps that silenced as the door opened. She launched forward to embrace me. Surprised at her quick reaction I settled in to the hug and pulled her in closer.

She smelt so good her fragrance put me in a trance. I caught myself nuzzled in her neck to which she giggled. She guided me inside and up to her bedroom. Honestly we just chilled for a while and it was nice. Her presence brought me comfort and I loved that. We talked and talked until things got a little quiet and our hands began to wonder.

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