In Part 1 of my story, I informed the readers that my name is Kayla. I am a black, voluptuous, sixteen-year-old high school student who was introduced by Jordin, a friend of my parents, to dominating mature white men and face sitting them. Jordin helped me get started and let me use her spare bedroom and computer to post ads to attract the men, where I became known by the pseudonym Angel. At the end of Part 1, I was looki...

I had a happy childhood growing up in Gulfport, Mississippi, living with my parents and older brother in a modest home in a poor part of town. We are a black family, and my father was on partial disability from an industrial accident. He still worked part-time at the Navy base, when he was sobered up from his alcohol addiction. My mother, Liana, worked two jobs, and with both working we subsisted, but couldn’t afford any...

It was the end of August 1981. It was time for Kelly to move back to Milwaukee to take on her senior year of college. I was still out of town stuck working on a large project. Her brother Steve and his buddies had helped her load up her rental truck on Thursday. Steve had offered to go with her on Friday, to unload the truck but, with a wink, she assured him she would have no trouble finding help. Kelly was wearing a romp...

The next days, Tim had to go work as usual. So I was talking with my friends and my family back in Viet Nam. I was also cleaning Tim's apartment and cooking for him. We met during Tim's lunches, which was nice. He introduced me to some of his colleagues and friends. Then on Thursday, I saw that Tim forgot to close his laptop, something that he did the previous days. I decided to check some things online. Somehow I pressed...

Oola was the black woman whose tits Kelly was so fascinated with at her first company orgy. Oola worked in customer support at the far end of the building from Kelly. Once in a great while, Kelly would need to go see her about something in person. One day she had heard Oola was wearing a see-through blouse. Kelly had to see her tits again so she made up some excuse to go see her. She sat in her cubicle talking about whate...

It was the fall of 1982. Kelly, who was now twenty-two, had recently started working for a new company. The thing she thought was a little odd about this new company, was that on any given day maybe half of the women in the office were braless. And it wasn’t hard to tell. Hard nipples. Big boobs swaying. It seemed like everyone had big boobs? Occasionally someone would wear something sheer. She had already clearly seen th...

A love letter to My paramours and companions, who turn heads and arouse desires everywhere we go. Even the most certain, absolute in their belief they are Masters of their minds and urges, lose all reason and faculty in their presence. All principle, all knowledge, regardless of how engrained they may be on the mind, are effaced in those moments when the heart demands pleasure — a demand obeyed without struggle. Her name...

I pressed the ‘ground' floor button on the elevator and checked my look one last time in the mirror. White button-down shirt, brown leather pants, and brown oxfords… It was a classic, yet contemporary look that the ladies seemed to love. The rain started to fall again. Sunshine all week long. Then, light drizzle all weekend. Isn't that always the way? It was still ninety degrees even though it was just a little past midni...

The Set Up Not that long ago I was out for lunch with a friend of mine, Ana. She and I had bonded quickly, and had become closer friends than anyone else we knew. We were both very promiscuous and would often end up sharing stories about our naughty adventures. She was straight for the most part, only fooling around with girls when drunk. One day when swapping stories Ana had a great idea, why not make a bet? That's exact...

My wife Lindsay and I met in college and spent most of our married life together in Minneapolis.  We were still in our mid-forties when our kids had grown up and were away at college.  With the kids out of the house, I accepted a long-overdue job promotion and transfer with my company to the Philadelphia area.  My name is Dan, and I had previously resisted moving so as not to disrupt our children’s lives. We moved at a ti...

In Part 1 of this story, we learned that my name is David, and my wife, Sarah, had encouraged me to join a men’s basketball league, to get some exercise and to help relieve my sadness at being an empty nester, after our kids left for college. I joined my boss’ team, and partially because of my feelings of inadequacy at having a small dick, I eventually became a cocksucker for my teammates. My boss always had the hots for...

Part 1 – Hubby Sucking Sarah and I have had very normal, conservative lives. We were born and raised in the Midwest and met in college. We got married right after graduation, and started a family in Indianapolis. So, by the time we were both forty-two years old, our son and daughter were both in college and living away from home. My name is David, and I must admit that I didn’t handle being an empty nester very well. My l...

My name is Pam and as a fifty-two-year-old housewife, I would say that I am doing just fine for my age. I have been married for thirty-two years and have two grown up sons. I keep fit as much as possible and I am in very good shape for my age. I am also just over five feet tall but height has never really been an issue for me. As I said I have been married for over thirty years to a man who in the last few years had aged...