‘NO EXPERIENCE NEEDED’, the job ad read, it grabbed my attention right away since I was fresh out of high school and really didn’t have any real working experience or qualifications at the time. I was 18 and still living at home with my mum and younger sister, money was becoming an issue for us so I decided I wanted to help out by paying for my own higher education. The position was for a casual masseuse at a nearby shopping mall, one I didn’t really visit often because it was on the smaller side. From my experience with these kinds of shopping mall massage businesses, most of the clients were mums or older woman getting massages in the storefront so I didn’t think it was one of those sleazy, massage parlors everyone has heard about. I decided to give them a call and inquire a bit more, a mature sounding woman on the line was very friendly and enthusiastic, she assured me that all training would be provided and would even pay for a certification if I really found I enjoyed the work which put me at ease, she asked me if I could come in later that day for a more in-depth interview and I happily agreed.
Continuing from part one: “Oh, by the way, did I mention that I had invited the three Swazi boys around to the cottage for drinks tonight? They asked if they could bring three of their well hung friends. I said sure, I look forward to a fresh fucking challenge. You can serve the beers, naked of course as I’m sure they will all be amused seeing your pathetic pale phallus.” This was the first time and hopefully not the last that I saw my wife fucked by big black cocks. Likewise it was the first t
After living together for almost two years Judy and I
Gail was a mom in her early 30’s, her husband Ralph worked in a warehouse as an assistant manager. He was constantly working the late shift. They lived in a two-bedroom condo but were constantly talking about buying a home.
It was a Friday night, the place was pretty empty. I was just enjoying talking with my friends and enjoying being off of work. I had drank a few beers and was just talking to this person, and then walking around and talking to other people.
The phone rang at the security desk. Bill put down his newspaper and looked at the clock. It was 8:10; everyone should have been gone by now. He picked up a pencil to log the call, then answered the phone. Security desk, Bill speaking.
I had just graduated college with a teaching degree in English and I was burdened with debt that would be with me for decades. I decided to accept a position at a title one inner city high school in hopes of making a difference in my soon to be students’ lives, plus the bonus was a nice incentive too. I prepared my classroom for the coming school year and looked forward, not without some anxiety and hesitation, to meeting my new students. I was in for a really rude awakening that first day when the classes began to fill up. I had four classes, two freshman, one sophomore and one senior English class. I immediately found out that compared to the senior class, the other three were going to be a walk in the park.
Some might find me a wimp and some might say I should
It was getting real close to Christmas and everyone was
Darla my wife and I was expecting our first child at any moment. The nervous energy between the two of us was almost palpable. I loaded her packed bags into the car and pulled around to the front of the house to shorten her walking distance. Throwing one bag in the back with a change of clothes for me, although I didn’t think it would be necessary, but Darla had insisted. I heard her scream and I almost drove straight through our prized winning rose garden to get back to her. She stood propped against the doorway as I hurried to her side, just as her water broke spilling onto the front steps.
Falwell Organics was a family company. Springing from strange roots, her family had rebelled against conservative rural Christian culture by becoming hippies, but since they were already farmers, the only change was turning to organic farming with the idealism of the times, but a few centuries worth of collected knowledge of local farming practices. Unlike most dreams of the flower children, this one was rooted not simply in love, but a deep skillset and love of learning that saw the surprised successors inherit a fair market share when the less idealistic following generations learned to market to Yuppies and Falwell Organics survived the transition from small farm business to minor corporate player in the organic supplement and naturopathic medicine markets.
The new school year came and I continued on with the university, the frat and high-school with the help of Devon. It was like part of me was missing so I threw myself into my schoolwork with little social activities other than what Devon insisted that I attend to keep in good graces with the fraturnity. When I graduated Devon asked me up to his room when I walked in his full size bed had been replaced with two twin beds. “What happened are you getting a room-mate?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face. I got used to his bed and had my own notch in the mattress. He responded to me by saying “I hoped so since you are now a full time college student I thought you might room with me. But I do not want the other brothers to think we are lovers like Keith and you were. With permission from your parents the twin beds will remain until one of us graduate.”
It was a normal Friday morning at work, not a lot going on, so I and a friend took off, we went for coffee, and talked, the chat turned to sex, I told her that I had not had any in a few weeks, we laughed and giggled like school girls, the decided to go shopping for underwear, we took her car and hit a few places, found a few good deals, jo-jo kept getting text messages, as we shopped, I must admit when she would try on something and ask me how she looked it was hard not to feel excited, the soft silk of the panties on her chocolate skin along with her sexy ass, wow it was hot, now I am not the best looking woman in the world, 5’6’’ a bit overweight, 55 years old my boobs sagged no more hard body for me, just a soft grandma, at the last store I found a nice set in red, I tried the bra and matching panties on , jo-jo stepped in to the changing room with me, and looked she could see the bra was a bit to small for my 38D boobs, and you could see my pubic hair sticking out of the panties, jo-jo ran her hand over my back down to my big white butt and cupped it the other hand slipped down my tummy to my pussy, I was hot and wet, she put her head close to my ear and kissed it saying ‘’you are a sexy white woman’’ and ‘’I know just what you need’’, her fingers slipped into my panties and rubbed my clit, I wanted more…. She kissed me deep, and whispered I know a motel we can go to, it’s a rundown seedy place just right for a nasty white cunt like you, she told me to get dressed, I striped off the bra and panties and stood naked in front of her as she took a couple photos of me with her cell phone.
While shopping one Saturday, I saw this familiar
Me and my ex-husband Chris had recently met an old fuck buddy of his when he was 15 years old . A light skinned homely looking black woman with wide hips and a nice thick ass and thighs. My husband Chris impregnates her and I meet my future relatives
I was at a friends party during the summer of 2000. There was
Things were going from bad to worse between me and my wife.
Janice had invited the Lloyds (their new white
Sandy and I joined the marriage population ten years ago. We base our happiness on being open with each other. We heard that the older the marriage, the more stale the sex life. This hasn’t hit us as we try to keep our sexual appetites honed with spontaneity and fun.
Melissa strutted through the gym as the basketball team worked on their drills. Coach Washington watched as the teen girl parade past his team. Damon his best player ran into another player as he was distracted by the hot white chick as she shook her tight butt in front of the team. Coach thought to himself now there is another white bitch that needs to learn to not tease young black men. She was just the type get a young black guy all worked up and then run to her rich daddy when the guy tries to put a black cock in her. Then the black k** has to explain to cops that he was not trying to **** the stupid slut. It pissed him off when a bitched teased but did not please.
There was a knock at the door and so I answered it with a notable bulge in my loosely fitting shorts. As I open the door I see its a neighbour from 2 doors up. Shes not on any sites like this one, so no names. Shes Asian 56 tall, Black hair, 37 at the time and a very nice body. Oh also she is married to a workaholic husband.
The hobo had been hanging around the junction most of the day. Dubbed ‘Squeek’ by his friends he had been living off the streets most of his adult life, earning a buck where he could. Handing out newspapers and washing windscreens for tips wasn’t bad work but it was getting late into the afternoon. He was getting hungry and needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar suck from one of the crack whores on his block. Rattling his change bag Squeek grinned to himself. Yeah. Another hour of this shit and he would head over to the soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires. Squeek whistled. It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention was trained more on the occupant; a young white girl. She was in her late teens and extremely pretty, ‘Britney Spears’ blasting over her radio as she chatted enthusiastically into a tiny, pink mobile phone. All but ignoring the watching black man as he picked up his bucket and wiper and walked towards the car.
This is ridiculous, I thought, standing outside St. Josephs cottage waiting for Brother Robert to answer my knock. What excuse can I give for coming by this time. Surely by now hes aware that these frequent meetings with him to talk about the boys on his work crew are contrived and unnecessary.
The next morning, we were preparing for discharge and I was saddened I haven’t had any more contact with the girl. Darla’s milk still hasn’t come in and we were worried as to if it ever would. The nurse gave Darla and I a pamphlet on different vitamins and techniques that would improve milk production.