I’m laying on my stomach as I feel him rip open the back of my pantyhose, my short skirt it pushed up around my waist and a large soft pillow supports my stomach, leaving ample room for my large tits to push deliciously against the bed beneath me. I take a long sexy pull on my cigarette and soon a thick cloud of hot white smoke slides out between my sensuously parted red and puffy lips. I so need this, I’ve so wanted this. I know this is going to hurt. He’s so, so big. And it’s taken me so long to seduce him… I first met Tom at the gym’s Halloween party. His buxom redheaded wife was hanging o… 続きを読む

Here you go-fresh from tonight: something that's been developing for the past month or so... I recently made friends with a wonderful interracial couple at a home gardening class. First we went out for lunch to talk about composting, and had a wonderful conversation. Sat is an African-American-India Indian mix, and Jenn in an amazing looking (and VERY buxom) white girl from Boston. Of course, the first thing that I noticed was Sat's long thick fingers (in the very beginning of the class, as they were standing across from me). They were very absorbed in the class and each other, so I was cool… 続きを読む

So, I ran in to Barbara on the weekend just past. She was still with John, and we just kind of picked up where we left off in our “brother” friendship (see previous story: “How I became a Black Cock Slut”). We were in the mall and John was looking for a way to escape the shopping gruel, so he suggested that we hit a movie, and by the time it let out, Barbara would be done. We went into the new star wars movie, but in the middle of it Barb texted she was done shopping and was heading home as she had to get up early, and she asked if I would mind dropping John off at his place (okay, so they wer… 続きを読む

He was Italian. He had huge hands with long, thick, meaty fingers. I unbuckled his jeans and slid them down his hips, keeping my eyes on the long, thick bludge that had been growing down his right leg ever since he had asked me if I wanted to see it and then told me to get onto my knees. I was straight-I was sure of it; but yet here I was: getting ready to suck another man’s cock and hoping, no, praying, that he’d make a move to fuck me. This is the single desire that one side of me had held onto ever since that fateful late night in the parking lot. That night was the first night I suc… 続きを読む