Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 5-6 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Chapter 5

“Mom. Mom!” Someone was pushing me. I opened my eyes. Stace hung over me. She must have covered me with a throw. I was warm under it. My naked body had been so cold all weekend! “Is he gone?” She looked even more frightened than yesterday. “I-I locked the door. Was that okay?”

“Oh, Sweetheart, it’s over.” I told her. At least, for now it was. Getting up, I wrapped the throw around me and went to my bedroom. Donald lay still on the bed.

“Honey.” I called softly.

“Hnngg?” He grunted and opened one eye.

“We have to get you to a hospital.”

“C-can’t afford it.” He croaked.

“I don’t care. There’s a reason he did this to you.”

“He hates white people.”

I didn’t think that was it. Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t done something worse to Stace than tie her up and gag her.

“What’s this?” I noticed a corner of paper sticking out from under the pillow by Donald’s head.

“Nothing.” He groaned and tried to cover it with a hand.

MY PRIVATE SLUT, PT. 1 [Mf] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facial]

Ella had fallen on hard times. She was working four jobs and taking care of her mother, who had fallen ill. There was no money. No savings. And no foreseeable end to Ella’s suffering. She was taking on debt, unable to save for her own future, and facing the grim reality that it might be time to turn to a career in porn.

Ella was stunning. She had naturally curly blonde hair, piercing green eyes, freckles, small, perky tits, a juicy little butt, and a flat stomach. She rocked a bikini wax with a thick, perfect bush. But it was her smile that really did it for Tucker.

They’d met at a bar one evening and became fast friends as they mulled over their similarly unhealthy relationships with their respective partners. They decided to take each other’s numbers so they could keep in touch. It didn’t take long for feelings to develop, but they respected the fact that they were both in relationships, and so they never slept together.

Over time, they drifted apart. A toxic relationship has a way of effecting friendships — but when Ella saw, via social media, that Tucker was newly single, she texted him …

Red Rock Camp [MF]

When I was in my late teens, I started volunteering for a typical summer camp in the midwest. The campers were mostly in the 10-15 year old range. Some of them came from low-income social programs, some of them were just dumped there by their parents who wanted to be childfree for a couple weeks in the summer. The camp was co-ed, meaning that the daily activities and meals were shared between boys and girls, but the sleeping arrangements were separated. The boy cabins had a boy counselor, and the girl cabins had a girl counselor. This was back in the 90s when gender stuff was still pretty binary, and having a young adult male supervise younger girls at night would have raised many eyebrows.

[MF][BWWM][Black Woman][Interracial] A Swedish Massage

I originally posted this story on Literotica under the title “23 Ways to Get Laid”.

**MISCHA**

“I ordered a woman.” I stand in the doorway of my hotel room glaring at a tall, blonde white guy. I tighten the belt of my terry cloth robe.

His full upper lip curls in a slight sneer. “You reserved an appointment with Abbi.” I can’t pinpoint the light accent. Nordic, maybe? “I’m Abbi.”

Who names their son Abbi? “Obviously, I thought you were a woman.” The perky clerk at the front desk failed to mention that Abbi, the only masseuse available today, was a man. For what I’m paying for this private massage, mistakes are unacceptable, especially after the day I’ve had.

“As you can see, I’m not a woman, Ma’am.” He emphasizes that last bit. I openly examine him. He looks to be in his late 20s, likely only a few years younger than me. The white cotton t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders and seems tight enough at the sleeves to cut off the circulation to his bulging biceps. His blonde hair, short on the sides and longer on top, is parted at the side and neatly combed back, giving him the appearance of a business man more than a masseuse. 

Krossroads Inn Part 2 [Ghost Story, MMF]

[Continued from Part1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cf4pml/krossroads_inn_part_1_ghost_story_masturbation/)

Laura immediately felt her face flush and she felt like she wanted to run away.

“Was something wrong?” Laura asked nervously.

“It would probably be easier if I just showed you.” Tony said, “I have it cued up.”

Laura followed the boys into their room, which was an exact copy of her room next door. There was a laptop set up on the dresser with a still image of Laura asleep in her room on the screen.

“Watch this,” Tony said and he hit play.

There didn’t seem to be much movement on the screen except the barely perceptible movement of Laura’s breathing. Laura watched herself asleep, lying on her side facing the camera, and thought there was nothing out of the ordinary happening, until she noticed the dresser in the background. A candlestick slowly slid from one end of the dresser to the other and then back again. Laura gasped at first, but then breathed a sigh of relief. She was pleased that that was all they saw. That’s a huge catch, but at least it wasn’t her half naked with her tits out. She started to speak when Hernan cut her off.

Krossroads Inn Part 1 [Ghost story, masturbation]

Built in 1803 by pagan settlers, Krossroads Inn has been responsible for over ten thousand untimely deaths. Rated the number one haunted location in the world, according to the spirit guides. Rumor has it, that the consequences of spending one night at the Krossroads Inn will result in death or even worse.

She read the pamphlet again and again as the Greyhound bus hissed through the pre-dawn darkness.

Laura had always been obsessed with ghosts, ghost stories, and the supernatural. Growing up with that obsession made her an outcast in school and as a result, she didn’t have many friends growing up. When she graduated high school she was relieved. When she moved away to college she was excited for a chance at a new start.

As she thought back to the events that lead to this trip her eyes drifted from the pamphlet to the window and she watched the road pass. It was her first week at school and she was still getting used to dorm life. He roommate Mayra was a nice girl from Texas with an accent Laura found cute. Mayra was quiet and shy, much like Laura, and they had a lot of other things in common as well. Laura imagined they would get along great and looked forward to getting to know her new friend. It was as she was lost in thoughts of the fun things she and Mayra could do together in the coming year when the bright green flyer posted on the bulletin board in the dorm hallway caught her eye.

The Picnic

She needed to get fucked, plain and simple.
Normally she enjoyed making love romantically, but today she was too horny for that.
She needed it hard and fast, and she needed it now.
Too bad that they were out at a picnic with their friends, and it was far from nightfall.
The four of them had just finished a late afternoon lunch and were sitting around chatting.
She glanced over at him, trying to signal with her eyes her needs, but he was too busy in the middle of his story to register what her look meant.

She gently took his hand as if she was just taking it to hold it lightly as he talked, but she was about to let him know what she wanted.
You see, she had this little habit of stroking the middle of his palm lightly, and scraping her nail right along with it in a very arousing manner.
This had become their established cue for I am horny for you right this second, and it usually meant if he didn’t excuse himself within the next ten minutes, she would literally drag him away from whatever he was doing.
She didn’t like to take no for an answer, at least not with sex.

[MF][Share] Curiosity Collared the Cat[Part 5]

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The wait was relatively short, as within a few minutes of his arriving, he saw his Lizzie nicely dressed up in a black dress and excitedly rushing towards him. He greeted her with a warm smile

“Afternoon. The feelings are mutual” he said, as he opened the door to the passenger seat. ” Get inside”

His house wasn’t too far from the place. Although there was music playing in the car, he knew both of them were too excited about the coming events to make small talk.

Once they reached his home, he showed her in and gave her a tour of the house casually, as if he was just talking to a friend. He had the ceremony on his mind all along, but decided to let her get used to the surroundings first.

His apartment was a 2 BHK flat on the 17th floor of a high rise in the middle of the city. He had king sized double beds in each of the two rooms, for guests. His living room was filled with leather couches and expensive furniture. It was hard to believe that he could afford all of it with his meager salary as a Professor, but he was lucky to have been born in a rich family.

[MF] First time with Escort

This was several years ago. I was in my early 30’s and I guess I had started my mid-life crisis a little early. I had met a few women online and had a few fun times. I have a very stressful job and was having some family problems. I had heard about massage parlors and was curious. So, I decided to try one. It was a seedy looking place and I had made the appointment. I was a little nervous.

I get there and this moderately attractive African American milf greets me. We start a very half ass massage. It was doing much for me and the room was super bright and I could hear daytime TV in another room. She tells me to flip over. So, I thought I was going to get a sensual rundown. I was sort of half mast. She doesn’t say anything. She gets a comdom out and puts it on my half hard cock. She gets some liquid soap and gives me the lamest least sexy handjob ever. It’s not hot, it’s not sexy. I start thinking about anything else to get excited and she keeps going and I finally cum. It was not a relief to cum. It was a relief to have that handjob over.

[M] Pool fun with an older [F] woman

I bumped into an old work colleague the other day who reminded me about some of the stories from when we were swimming pool engineers. One he reminded me was about the nudist old couple.

I [M25 at the time] had only been with the company a few months. Our customers were on contract and had regular cleaners. If they notice any issues they would put I job sheet in which often was passed to me. This time I picked up a job for a customer I had never been to before.

On my way there I phone the regular guy to get the full info. He explained the job and said they were really friendly and to just let myself in the side gate.

When I got there I did as he suggested and walked down the garden to the outside pool. Before I got there a figure emerged from the water and pulled himself up out onto the side. An elderly chap with quite a round belly and heavily tanned skin heavily laden with wrinkles as proof of his sun addiction all over his body. And I mean all over because all was out to see. His small dick peeped through his greying pubic bush like a little nose. Water dripped from the end as me walked across to get his towel. He spotted me and simply waved without a care in the world.