By TEEBENZAR. Chapter 1 The sun beat down on my bald head as I stepped off the plane in Munich, the early August heat already intense. As a 50-year-old British man, I was sent on a work trip — a chance to escape the dreary London life and experience the vibrant energy of a new city. I was of average build and height, but my small penis, a mere two inches flaccid and nearly six when erect, had
Read moreBy TEEBENZAR. CHAPTER 1 It was early April, and the heat of the Greek sun was a delicious weight on my skin as I sipped my Aperol Spritz. Mark, my husband, was chatting away with Tom, and I was deep in a conspiratorial gaze with Emily, Tom’s wife. We’d only known them a couple of days, but the four of us had instantly clicked, a rare and wonderful thing in your early thirties. It’s only been two full
Read moreBy LucyBottoms. My name is Percy, Percy B. White, and this is my story of dating in the BNWO. It’s not easy dating since our Black Masters took control, no sir. But today I was so excited — I had a date with my best girl, Staci! Well, not really my girl. Technically, she wore the brand of her pimp and was classified as Whore, Second Class. But I sure liked that sweet girl. I was one of
Read moreBy Outsider1505. “It’s time.” Your Mommy Mistress’s words hang in the air as you slowly rise from your bed, the first few rays of the morning sun still breaking through the curtains. After a moment, your eyes fall upon the calendar hanging on the wall, and with a sigh, you realize just what day it is. The day you get your monthly checkup. On the one hand, it is quite sweet that your Mommy Mistress takes such good
Read moreBy Whosthebabyboy? Clea’s desk lamp flickered, casting nervous shadows as she twisted a strand of her blonde ponytail. “So?” she prodded, leaning forward on her bed. “Did you ask her out or what?” Her brown eyes held that mix of curiosity and kindness I’d known since we were kids, building forts out of couch cushions. I stared at a peeling sticker on her nightstand—some PS1 game character she’d loved forever. “Almost,” I muttered, shifting on the rug. My
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 2 Here! ***** Part 3… When the doorbell rang, Brooke jumped up to let them in, betraying an excitement I hadn’t noticed during our preparations. “Welcome! Hi Allie and Timothy, so glad you could make it. Please, come in. Allie, I have nice crisp Sauvignon Blanc chilled – I’d love to share some with you if it’s not too early.” “Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?” she quipped. Allie put
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. Read Part 1 Here! ***** Part 2… Derrick put on his shoes and left. Seconds later, the front door closed with finality. I did as Brooke ordered and began researching “How to buy a male chastity cage”. Brooke and I educated ourselves on the importance of the proper fit and how to measure for one. We both agreed on the expedited shipping premium; I would have paid ten times that to avoid missing my next opportunity
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. The brunette splayed her long, shapely legs wide open for her larger blonde friend, who offered no resistance to the hands that firmly grasped her head. The blonde started slowly, planting kisses on the brunette. The target of those kisses was shielded from view by her head, but it was easy to imagine her lips caressing the brunette’s smooth labia, her tongue gently brushing the hooded button. I glanced over at my wife, who was deeply
Read moreBy Jwalker83. Darren and I were friends throughout school. We were heading on our first lads’ holiday at 18 and planned to share a room at the janky hotel we all booked in Greece. I was excited. Darren and I are best mates, but I kind of liked him, too. I’ve always been the sportier one. Captain of the soccer team, really good at sports. I’m six feet tall, blond, and have a lithe, muscular body. I looked
Read moreBy Max Swan. Last weekend, my wife and I went to watch my favorite team play football. It was the final of the series and hence the stadium was packed with fans – mostly sweaty, swarthy men drinking beer and cheering for their teams. We had been drinking beer and were feeling no pain. My wife – a light drinker – was actually very drunk. So much so that she was just dozing on my shoulder most of
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