By Marierynolds. While Ryan and I were dating, he had helped me experience my first big black cock, although all I did was suck it. Which was a couple of years before we married. T, the black guy that I blew had messaged me quite a few times recently asking me if I was ready to feel his monster nigga cock in my sweet white pussy. It had been a few months since I had been fucked by a strange
Read moreBy Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader’s girlfriend lied to protect his ego… I’ve always known my girlfriend, Janet, had a bit of a past before we met. We’ve been together for two years now, and she’s open about it—mostly. At 23, she’s got this confident vibe, curvy in all the right ways, with long dark hair and eyes that lock onto you like she’s reading your secrets. Me? I’m your average
Read moreBy Dicky27. This story is about a new lap dancing bar in London. This lap-dancing bar isn’t all it seems, and two separate eighteen-year-olds find out. Themes of- Big Black Cocks/ Sissy Traps/ Black SheMales /Straight to Gay/ S.P.H. / First Time Gay/ Mind Control Pills/ 18 Year Old White Boys. This takes place in Soho, London, UK. The story revolves around a lap dancing bar in Soho. First, it was called The Soho Lap Dance Bar, which wasn’t very
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Read moreBy LiD900. Back in January 2008, I worked at a computer and office supply store in Queens. One of my coworkers, Ken, was heading out to a Manhattan bar after work with his girlfriend, Sarah. They asked my hard crush, Amy, if she wanted to go along. Amy, a stunning Colombian blonde who resembled a bustier Shakira stepping out of a dream, said, “Only if Danny goes.” That was me, Danny. And at that moment, I felt like I’d just
Read moreBy pink4bbc. My name is Mike. I’m a divorced, average 43-year-old lonely man. So over the last few years, the amount of porn I watched since my divorce has increased so much that I think I have become an addict and a pervert. So much so that I started to have problems getting hard, and when I did get hard, I often had trouble getting off. This led me to watch more and more perverted and kinky porn.
Read moreBy pink4bbc. I had booked a weekend away to a spa hotel to celebrate our anniversary. I told my wife at the start of the week that we would leave as soon as we got home from work that Friday. She was so thrilled and giggled that she had better go shopping for something sexy and naughty to make sure it’s a dirty one. Friday arrived, and I got stuck at work, which made me late (typical!).
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! Read Part TWO Here! Read Part THREE Here! Read Part FOUR Here! Read Part FIVE & SIX Here! ***** Part 7… “She’s here!” I announced to Aria. “Well, get the door, Scott.” Aria jumped up from the couch, smoothing her dress. It’s been about a year since I had that skin infection on my groin that caused me to visit the medical clinic and unexpectedly reunite with our old high school
Read moreBy belted and teased. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… I awoke next to my beautiful Nubian goddess of a wife. I had definitely drawn the right cards in marrying Katrina. After having been fucked senseless the day before, and then given multiple body-wracking orgasms at the courtesy of my tongue at bedtime, she was sleeping the sleep of the dead. Perhaps that is why they call it la petite morte. She looked so peaceful, still with
Read moreBy belted and teased. You just never know what will change your life. Or when. It is rarely planned by you or by anybody. It is called serendipity. Katrina and I had been married a little over five years, and very happily so. We get along great, finishing each other’s sentences, enjoying each other’s humor, and carrying on extended conversations about whatever subject interests us at the moment. The sex has been great too. Of course, it has
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! Read Part TWO Here! Read Part THREE Here! Read Part FOUR Here! ***** Part 5… “I can’t believe her!” Aria exclaimed as she threw her cellphone on the couch. My wife looked like she was seething. I leaned forward, grabbing her phone before it slid off the cushion. “What happened?” I asked cautiously. Aria’s fingers dug into the armrest like she was trying to crush it. “Ji-yeon posted a goddamn TikTok,”
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! Read Part TWO Here! Read Part THREE Here! ***** Part 4… “Uggh! F-Fuck me harder, Nigger!” The words punctuated the air as the slick black cock slammed further into the overstretched pussy in front of me. Tears streamed down anguished eyes from the searing pain of the carnal violation. Loud claps of cum-filled balls slapping forcibly against flesh mixed with further cries, “Give me that-Uggh-BIG-BLACK-COCK!!” My eyes were transfixed at the
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! Read Part TWO Here! ***** Part 3… “Do I look okay?” Aria rechecked her reflection, smoothing the front of her red blouse even though it already fit her perfectly. I’d already told her twice that dinner at Jasmine’s was casual, just a home-cooked meal. Still, she kept tugging at the fabric the way people do when they’re more invested than they want to admit. It felt less like a dinner with
Read moreBy smallercuck. Emma’s son Daniel was upset about something. She asked him what was bothering him, but Daniel refused to tell her. The formerly jovial 18-year-old seemed to be in the throes of a deep depression. Emma worried about the teen’s new sullen attitude. When Daniel told her that he had quit the varsity basketball team, she was shocked. Her son loved basketball. Emma knew teenagers were prone to moodiness and that high school was filled with
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! ***** Part 2… I woke up to the familiar sound of the shower running–the rhythmic patter of water against tile, punctuated by soft, muffled moans. The sheets beside me were cold, rumpled where Aria had been. The indentation in the mattress still held the warmth of her body, the faint scent of sex and sweat clinging to the fabric. I rolled onto my side, listening. The shower glass was fogged, but
Read moreBy Salomeee. It all started after I turned 18, when my Mom and I moved to Baltimore in the glorious year of 2002. After breaking up with her latest boyfriend, she found herself in dire financial straits and accepted an Assistant Manager position at a textile plant in Sparrows Point. It was not an easy decision. We lived in Santa Monica, right across the country. Worse for me, I was in my last year of High School, but
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! Read Part 3 HERE! ***** Part 4… I’m left slumped in the armchair, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. The taste of my own cum clings to my throat, bitter and shameful, but it grounds me in this haze of submission, my tiny dick softening against my thigh, spent yet already stirring from the afterglow of her dominance. The living room feels too quiet now, the echo of
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! ***** Part 3… My tiny dick, barely softening, throbs in my loose grip, slick with the remnants of my earlier mess. I release it for a moment, slumping back in the armchair, the leather creaking under me. The house feels emptier than ever, silent except for the distant hum of the fridge. She’s out there, living her wild night, while I’m stuck here, chained to this chair
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part ONE Here Read Part TWO Here Read Part THREE Here ***** Part 4… The rest of that week blurred into a haze of aching denial and stolen moments of edging in secret, my mind replaying Tina’s cruel commands over and over. Every twitch of my sore little dick reminded me of her control, the way she’d yanked me back from the edge, leaving me leaking and desperate. I cooked dinner that night with
Read moreBy Danny M. [google-translator] Lost my clothes, dignity, and girlfriend at a frat party… It was a cold November or December night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as official Kappas. We arrived at the Frat house together. The place was already pulsing with loud music,
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