Black - Page 13

Here's another story guys, its a really slow start, so if that's not your style, this probably isn't for you, but I had fun writing it. And wanted to share another one of my "adventures" (idk what else to call them)

I shifted about awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do with myself. I wasn’t used to parties and had dressed to my friend, Corinne’s advice: denim shorts and a thin, tight top, showing traces of my lacy black bra

Sneaking out of class I made my way over to the back of the playing field near the old unused pavilion. I waited for a few minutes then heard the guys pull up in a car, I was so excited already, my nipples poked through my blouse

The year after the hanging involving a drug dealer, a murderer and a prostitute; in 2040, the eight accused young women and girls enter the dock and sit down, throwing nervous glances at the five judges looking down at them

I am a 19 year old girl. My name is Pearl Oswin. I am thin white girl with blonde hair. I stand 5 feet tall with a tight ass and perky tits. I loved to flaunt my body so would often wear revealing and minimum clothes

Chapter 5- Home Exploration Over the course of the next week Teddy and his father made several trips to the meat mall to perform their duties and impregnate the cows. In that short time, Teddy had become quite the celebrity around the mall amongst the employees

From Perfect Wife to Black Cock Slut - Part 1 Chris and I had just flown back from Rome, a trip I'd arranged so we'd be back in the UK on 15th April, which was our 10th anniversary and Chris's 35th birthday

"Hey Ried I need you to take a look at this for me". If I had a coin for everytime I heard this I wouldnt need this job I thought. "Sure Duke but your gonna have to let me finish this last phone call" Being a trial attorney certainly has its ups and downs

~Chapter 13~ The next morning, I walked into my new home to find my cell phone still on the charger. The mailbox was full and I had thirty-two text messages, all from Courtney. “CALL ME NOW KELLY!” he yelled on the first voicemail. I deleted all the messages

“Asshole”, I yelled out the window, while simultaneously honking my horn at the car that whizzed by me. People can be so rude during the afternoon ride home, I thought. I went back to surfing my preset Sirius XM channels

“Woowee! Yeah! Another shot, please!” I cheered as the bartender slid another shot glass filled with Tequila down the bar to me. I caught and gulped it down in one swift motion. I shook my head and shuttered at the sting as it slid down my throat and warmed up my midsection even more

Part 8: For several days, the whiteout continued. I was learning to live without TV and Internet, though the itch never went away. It was certainly nice to have a vacation and rest with my girls, but that wasn't to say we weren't busy

Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their person that were attached to those pricks, and directing their anger at my presence in their territory, well it can be somewhat disconcerting

This is my 2nd story, a continuation of the first. Hope you like it and comment. Mom took us to Mexico when I was about 5. We went to my grandparents house to visit a few days. My grandparents had a big ranch with cattle

Three generations of pussy by po469 I made a suggestion that made my company millions of dollars and they gave me a $50,000 bonus. I spent hours and hours deciding what I was going to do with it