I am a black female. very attractive and come from a great family of weel educated hard working "churchified" individuals. The only problem is that I luv white cock. My boyfriend is white but my family doesn"t know, they would flip. His family is Russian and is very nice to me. The problem is that he wants to get more serious and wants me to tell my family. I do'nt want to get married, I just like to fuck. I do'nt think I could settle down with him. I mean I luv white cock, but not at the cost of my family. They think all the guys I am seeing are black, not that I don,t luv black men but sexually white me do it more for me. I thing it's the colour thing.

Hello

I am a married white female in my early 30's. I have blond hair and am what most men would consider to be good looking. My husband and I have been married for 6 years. I recently discovered he has been looking at Interracial Pornography on the internet. Almost exclusively black men having sex with white women. There seems to be an underlying theme of White Wives cheating on their husbands with well endowed black men, sometimes with the white husbands being forced to watch.

This was a very disturbing discovery for me. I was appalled and surprised that my husband has so much of this stuff on his computer and in his internet history. What's even worse is he looks at "cuckold" porn and many of the women in these videos have the same look that I do. Thin, white women with with blond hair and blue eyes. If you do not know what interracial cuckold is, it's pornography where a white man watches his wife wife have sex with a black man. The black man always has a much larger penis and the white man is verbally and physically humiliated by his wife and the black man. Why does my husband look at this stuff? Is it possible that he is thinking of me while he watches it? Why would he fantasize and masturbate to thoughts of me with black men?

As I found this pornography on my husbands computer, I began looking at it more and more. My husband doesn't know that I know about his fetish. It began is detective work to find out what turns him on and what he spends his time looking at.

I was raised in a racist family in the south and was taught to stay away from black men. I have never been with a black man. And now here is the even bigger problem.

It's beginning to turn ME on as well. When I was looking at my husbands computer there was one picture of a blond girl that looks a lot like I do, with a very large black man. I was shocked and excited at the size of his penis. I hate to admit it because it makes me feel so ashamed, but I masturbated that night while viewing the picture. I didn't want to, but I was so turned on that I felt like I couldn't stop myself. I felt dirty afterward but it was just the beginning of my addiction.

Now I've began viewing these interracial picture of black men with with women on my own computer. These fantasies are dominating my sex life, and I've lost interest in having sex with my husband. Just the sight of a black mans penis seems to get me going and I can't stop thinking about it. One re-occurring fantasy I have been having is being "taken" by a group of 5 large black men. When I go out in public and see a black man walking by, I think about him sexually even if my husband is by my side.

This is an intrusive fantasy that has been affecting my marriage and sex life. I would like to know what I can do to stop it, and get my husband to stop looking at it as well.

The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

I confess that my wife is a cunt. I work away from home quite often so my wife is often left on her own and she’s always said she’s happy with that. About a year ago, things were pretty normal, I was home for a few days and we’d gone to bed, fucked before going to sleep which was actually quite unusual as we only have sex maybe once every couple of months.  The next morning I get up and find her underwear on the floor from the night before, covered in cum stains. I knew it wasn’t my cum as she’d taken them off before we had sex. So I spoke to her about it, it turned into a bit of an argument and she eventually admitted to cheating on me, she had apparently been having an affair for a few months. I was physically sick, i’d actually ate her pussy the night before not realising I was licking up all some other guys cum, so naturally that made me sick. My wife told me she didn’t want to lose me and after a lot of her basically begging me to stay, we decided to try to stay together. I try to plan my work a bit better so I’m home more often and she supposedly ended the affair. We’ve been very happy since then, our relationship became more sexually active than ever and things were very normal. I’d started to trust her again, she seemed happy because she was spending a little more time with me and around three months after the affair ended we find out we’re expecting our first baby. We talked about it, felt we were stable and happy enough to raise a child so we carried on as normal. We were happy and loving and looking forward to raising our child together and leaving the past in the past. 10 days ago she went into labour and our baby was born, only the baby came out black and we’re both white…
I knew straight away she wasn’t mine. My wife thought it was hilarious, another reason I think she’s a cunt. A few days later she came out of hospital and she was well enough to talk about it, another heated argument revealed that she was sleeping with multiple men, almost all of them were black. She still thinks it’s funny that our child is black and she expects me to stay with her and raise the child as my own. She wants to continue sleeping with other men but stay with me, something I’m not happy with. I’m planning on leaving her but I actually want to take the kid with me. Even though she isn’t mine, I do love her like my own and spend much more time with her than my wife. I also consider myself to be a relatively good person whereas she’s a cunt and wouldn’t be a good mother. So my confession is that my wife is a cunt, she gave birth to a child that isn’t mine and I plan to leave her within the next couple of days. I also plan to try my hardest to take the baby with me (obviously all legal not kidnap). I’m curious to know how other people would handle this situation? As it’s not something I feel comfortable talking to my friends and family about at the moment. 

My younger sister said she had a secret present for me last christmas. This was said over family dinner table while we both still lived at home. I thought ok she's bought me an extra present so I will go out and buy her one too which I did. Turned out that she did buy me an extra present, but that week after we had lunch together before xmas she left her dirty laundry basket in the kitchen instead of her room where she keeps it all the time. The basket was almost always empty apart from a sheet of some sort yet underneath when i looked were some of her black lace french knickers that had been worn and on the tag label it said 'secret posessions'. Couldn't have got a better xmas present off my younger sis, she left me her dirty knickers to wank in coz she knew i'd find them

Me and my family vacationed in south africa after thailand and just got back so as everyone was tired and sleeping I started going through everyone's camera for a few laughs and while skimming through my niece's camera I found a picture of her smiling and holding a huge fucken black dick and a video of her blowing the guy in a bathroom. She's 19 and the dude looks like fucken obama, I tried to copy her entire memory card but her damn camera was too fancy and didn't fit into my cheap adapter and I was caught red handed but I told her it's for a surprise slideshow for the family and she bought it! She practically slept with her camera that night and now everytime I'm at my brothers place I'm always snooping her computer and cameras to find them.

I recently had a fascinating thing happen to me. I live a few milesoutside a very small town. The same place i have lived all my life.Everybody knows everybody and their families and their business. Everyyear friends of mine throw a party at the end of the summer. This iswhat happened a few days ago at this years party.Let me give a little back ground info that will help everybody understandwhat happened. I have been a pervert for panties for as long as i havebeen getting hardons. I have taken the panties of every hot female that iknown. I always have assumed this was my secret and nobody else knew  about  my love for sexy panties(there have been a couple of my gf's i dated later in my life that i knew had me figured out but that is a different story for a different day). 

This is how i found out that my "secret"  was no secret at all. Everybody is drinking and having a good time at this end of the summer party. I was talking to the mother one of my ex-gf's.  We were flirting with each other just like we did the entire time i dated her daughter who was my high school sweetheart. I have always wanted to do nasty things to this woman and she looks better now than ever. I was really thinking things were going good for me then  she asked me a question.
She asked me if i still had my giant panty collection. I told her i had noidea what she was talking about. She laughed and started telling methat she and most of the women i stole panties from have always knownit was me that took them. She also said that her daughter who was mylive in gf at the time had found my collection and told her all about it. Inever knew this and became quite embarrassed when i heard it.I still denied it so she started talking a little louder and other friends of ours  were starting to listen. As she started to describe exactly what some of these panties looked like and dates she new they were taken from her. Other women were now moving in closer to me to listen to what she was saying to me. 

I was starting to get a little nervous and then a very attractive neighbor of mine told me that she and a couple of her friends always wondered what exactly i did with these stolen panties. Did i just use them to jerkoff into or did i like to wear them under my clothes? Before i could answer she looked at me and smiled then said that bet you are wearing panties at that very moment.

Now i was scared to death because i did not know how far they wud take this. Also i was scared because under my pants i wearing  pair of black silky string bikini panties that i had taken a month earlier from a lady that was standing rite there at this party. 

This story is 100% true and if anybody cares about this kind of thing let me know and i will finish it 

My family works "under-the-table" for cash and as hispanics that's not a surprise. In june my uncle sent my cousin his daughter maria the hottest one out of all her sisters, basically the one everyone wants to fuck, to come work with us as punishment because she dropped out of her g.e.d adult learning school. She's petite, decent body but her face is gold, it belongs on a magazine cover. One random day she surprisingly started coming to work earlier so after a week I started coming earlier too to try my luck with her but instead I ran into her getting plowed by our cracker boss in his office who's like 6'5 and she's barely 5 feet tall. He had her pinned down in doggystyle, all I saw was some ass motion until he lifted up her work dress and pulled out. His cock was ridiculously pale white and long, he stroked it a few times and got hard again then put it back in her which only went in like 4 inches before she began to struggle. Her face was red and her veins were coming out all over her neck and forehead, she didn't like it and kept stopping. They were getting dress when he told her he had to go to the atm to pay her but she didn't even answer him. I woke up at 3:30am for over a month just to see her get pounded by that monster and this one morning about 20 minutes into it he was plowing her from behind when she turned around and stared at him then turned back and slowly began moaning. They stopped fucking and started makingout, for so fucking long that workers started checking in, he gave his phone number to her and just sent her out. I don't see them fuck in his office anymore I'm sure they meet up though but I still check once in a while and one time I saw him casually getting head from this stupid black lady that always comes in late. We have this cute little blonde working with us who ran away from home and just turned 18 so I stayed late peeking through his window and saw her sitting there with him nervously and eventually he talked her into giving him head, it was short but hot she was spitting out cum bubbles and stroking him at the same time. God knows how many female workers he's fucked with, he's the reason why I want to be the boss.

I am going to be in San Diego around the end of August and I was wondering what you folks who have been there think about Blacks beach? A guy I used to know who moved from that area 20 years told me it was full of gay guys but I've seen videos that claim to be from there that have a lot of hot girls. And what age groups are there just adults or do also you get middle and high school kids going there with friends? Do families go there? Is it worth going to look at the sights and show off a little?
Here is a nice ass for your time.

I spent the weekend with my cousin-in-law. I'm married in, but we've always been close. And I've always found her insanely attractive. Not just her body, even though that is amazing as well. She was a college athlete and still finds time to workout. She's got those firm, tight legs that always look good in those short-shorts. The ass she has matches that. Thank god she always puts them into shorts or tight yoga pants. She isn't carrying much in the way of boobs (as often most athletes aren't), but she makes up for it with a tight tummy and a body where nothing sags.

Sorry, I got off on the point of what makes her awesome. It's hard to do when thinking about her. She's a down to earth chick. Loves beer, football, and relaxing. She doesn't do many things that a lot of girls her age enjoys. The 24-27 age range.

She's always given special attention to me. Always finds me, seeks me out, asks me to hang out and always wants to hang out when I call her. Seems pretty obvious, right? We've gotten drunk multiple times together and I've always taken care of her, cuddled, shared a bed, etc. We've never done anything more than that.

The jist, I really think she wants to but she was raised super conservative catholic. Her parents literally tripped when she got a tattoo (and has given me grief on my tats as well) and damn near disowned her.

This weekend, she invited we were alone. No friends, no family, just alone. I wasn't expecting this and actually thought friends/roommates would be there. We drank quite a few beers, watched football, and a few movies that I force her to watch. I'm just over 30, so I feel I've got a good grasp on movies she missed out on when younger.

We talked about marriage, boyfriends, and sex. Nothing got awkward, we just talk like best friends. It's amazing how easy it flows when talking to the right person. Next thing I know, I'm talking her into a back massage. I'm pretty good at this and next thing I know, she's leaning back into my arms. We keep talking, I'm working her hands, arms, and neck. She then decides it's time to go to the bathroom.

When she comes back, I try to continue the massage and she said that she couldn't do that to me. It's unfair to massage her all through the movie we were watching. I told her it was unfair to let me stop doing what I was enjoy doing. She resisted a little verbally, but finally slid back between my arms. As I kept working her back, once again she leaned more and more into me. Before long she was entirely leaned back with her head on my shoulder. I kept massaging her arms, neck, scalp, and before long the top of her chest. I asked her if it felt good, she smiled and said, "Yea, I never knew you could get sore there."

This went on for another 20 minutes. At the end of the movie, she got up slowly and we went upstairs. I wanted nothing else but to lay in that bed and hold her. Well, maybe I did want more, but that alone would have made me happy. We laughed, wrestled for awhile, I threw her on the bed, and she told me I should go to sleep. She got up slowly, not listening to my pleading about staying in her own bed, and mentioned sleeping in the guest bed while I had her bed.

I relented, knowing I already had crossed a line that could have gotten me in trouble. Besides, we were both pretty hammered and I didn't want to force anything. I laid their in her bed, listening to her shower and change for bed, wishing I could see her body. She comes in, throws her clothes into the hamper, says goodnight, and hurries off to bed. I laid their, visions dancing behind my eyes, wishing that movie was another 3 hours longer.

A thought finally popped into my head. I went over to her hamper and dug through her clothes, pulling all the panties I could find out. Man, for a catholic girl, she had some sexy ass panties. It was a shame no one saw her in them every night. I finally found the ones she had been wearing, a sexy sheer black lace cheeky shorts. I sniffed them, and realized that she had been very wet. I made my haul of undies back to her bed and found another sexy, soft lace one to wrap around my dick. I piled the undies all around me and jerked off until I came into at least 3 of her panties.

It seemed like a shame to leave them, so I selected a g-string I thought wouldn't be missed, pocketed them, and tried to place the undies back into the hamper without too much obviousness. I laid back down, and fell asleep while smiling about those undies.

The following morning, we get up, make and eat breakfast, then spending the morning discussing the football games, the week to come, and how we were getting so old that we can't drink like we used to. I casually brought up the massage and how she'd owe me one next time. She laughed and said she would, but don't expect much since she's not good. I didn't know how to tell her that my mind was on her massaging my cock, but I'm sure the growth in my pants was trying to send signals. It turned me on even more knowing they were pressing against her panties in my pocket.

After a little bit more gossip, it was time for me to go. I loaded up to get back on the road. She came out in the tightest yoga pants I had ever seen. There was no way she was wearing panties this morning! She gave me a huge hug and said she had fun. We said goodbyes and I was off. Later down the road, her and I shoot a few texts back and forth about doing this again real soon. She thanked me for stopping by and how much of a blast this was and asked me to come back real soon.

Now I jerk off to her panties almost every chance I get. I love my wife. She's special, unique, and beautiful in her own way, but there's just something about the casualness of being with her cousin that drives me wild. I'm sure if her cousin and I were single, we'd have been dating by now, but I'm ok with us just being friends and never getting to that state. Honestly, I think I enjoy the closeness we have without worrying about relationships, wedding bands, and family.

I would like to move this to the next level. It wouldn't have to be sex, but helping each other out when we are needing some release seems like a very friendly thing to do! And how everything just stays normal, even after our "massage" got a little close. The thought drives me wild and it is probably the one thing I'll never be able to talk to her about...