Waking up in a stranger bed…I felt fuzzy.I could only recall having been with a man chatting at the lobby bar.I found myself naked on a hotel room bed; my pussy was a bit sore; so, I had been fucked a while ago.I passed out and, before I knew it, I opened my eyes again and found a huge hard dick close to my face; just before it entered my hungry mouth. As I kissed my way down I began to stroke him and then lowered my lips around the thick purple knob end.I then realized it was a black cock… a very huge one…I stroked it between my hands…

*What is the Covid-19 Virus Really Teaching us?*I’m a strong believer that there is a spiritual purpose behind everything that happens, whether that is what we perceive as being good or being bad.As I meditate upon this, I want to share with you what I feel the Corona/ Covid-19 virus is really doing to us:1) It is reminding us that we are all equal, regardless of our culture, religion, occupation, financial situation or how famous we are. This disease treats us all equally, perhaps we should too. If you don’t believe me, just ask Tom Hanks.2) It is reminding us that we are all connected and something that affects one…

Part 4, Pinky, the wife, and some ass hole.Part 4After a night that started well and ended with me alone, it took a couple days before I heard from anyone. My wife who is still out in the western part of the state, was surprising me by not leaving me a message in the last three mornings. She is usually the one make the connection, in part knowing I would be at work so early. I sent a few texts to her, only got a responds that she was not feeling well. Of course this brought up the thoughts she got the virus. But thankfully she was not positive, and…

A black man controls hubby and meThat Friday night, as we were fucking like rabbits in our marital bed, Victor came inside of my hungry cunt with an unusual strength.We both fell exhausted on the bed.My husband then surprised me, saying he would love to watch me trying a black cock. I told him I had been chatting with a black man during several months; but we had never met in person.Victor then asked if I could invite him to meet…The black guy was called Trevor.He had sent me some pictures, showing a huge handsome dark skin man. I guessed he would be well hung too.We finally met him first…

me becoming Sabine agin andhaving sex with BIG BBCThis is about me becoming a TV=CD agin,,for many years when I was growing up my mom had me Dress as a girl as I got older that stopped and I was a nomal boy..Years later I joined the Army ( US ) I remember coming to Germany I got my Promotion to SGT..One day I was checking some papers and noticed that a few of them where missing I looked every where for them then I remembered I had taken them home a few days before..I called one of my men ( A big Black guy ) and asked him if…

Adam has Lost the Use of His Hands”Can I go home?””Yes, but you will need help, twenty-four hour help. Have you got it?”I hesitated before giving the doctor a firm “Yes.”However when he had left the room I wasn’t sure who would be looking after me. An hour later mother arrived.”Hi Adam, is the pain any better?””Hi mum, a bit.””Did the doctor say how much longer you are going to be in hospital?””I asked him.”Mother interrupted me with “When?”I smiled and said “Let me finish, I can come home now.”She gave me an even bigger smile. I think it’s the first I have seen from her since my accident.A week…

Shannan said to meet him late at night. As ever there was no specified time, and in the absence of a particular meeting place, Daniel could only assume they would meet here. The alleyway nestles between towering, anonymous apartment blocks and the only thing people remember about the alleyway is that they can leave their rubbish there. It’s piled, high and haphazard, and affords those who remember the alleyway a place to conduct their shady business. And now Daniel’s back is pressed up against the unforgiving chill of the wall, darkness shrouding movements in this forgotten alleyway but not hindering them. His breaths are ragged things drawn in by starving…

Bindu, my maid Hey hi everyone! It’s a long story starting from When I lived in Bangalore. It was 3 years. Back I was 20 that time. I moved to Bangalore because of my father’s transfer. We moved to Bangalore and rented an apartment. In that building, there were just a few maids, so everyone was allotted one maid. We got the maid (Bindu). Bindu was young and was newly married. She was around 25 years of age and I was smaller than her. Bindu usually came around 11 in the morning. After that, she would help my mom with all the chores and go. She had nice boobs and…

Driving to the restaurant Cathy was being very quiet. We were about 1/2 way through our 30 minute trip when I broke the quiet. “Are you alright? You are awfully quiet and my experience with you is that you are very upset when you are this quiet.” “I am just thinking about what I am doing.” “Having second thoughts?” “Not second thoughts. Maybe reality is setting in. If I am pregnant I am going to be a mother. Am I ready for this?” “Well not unusual questions for any parent. Caroline had the same feelings with Stewart. You will be a great mom. Being a parent is scary. Going alone…

When anyone first looked at Esmeralda Verde, she shimmered such that the observer would need to blink. As the viewer’s eyes cleared, so did the perception crystalize. Always she was seen as most appealing. Whether tall or short, younger or older, slim or voluptuous, her aspect was unique to the beholder, but even among a horde of witnesses, there was never an argument: Each could only ever describe her as ‘beautiful’. Across cultures and continents, Esmeralda’s universal attractiveness was possibly the least of her many powers, but it was a well-used tool. As she traveled widely, the ageless sorceress was like a goddess to her fawning subjugated toys until she…