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Mar
05
I heard in the despatches room, the Colonel wanted to see me up at the big house. Leon the orderly grinned. He grinned in that way that suggested that the visit might be life changing. I mean, i had heard that occasionally, women disappeared up there. They were different afterwards, very different. My job was to sort out mail in the despatch office. Letters from home, the UK. Love letters, letters of concerned mothers about son's living in this horrible part of Africa. i guessed the content of the letters, but you knew what it was all about.

'I won't go' I told Leon firmly.

Leon shook his head.

'Then it will go hard for your husband Corporal Tom Madam' he said gravely. 'The Colonel, he the boss, and he don't take any cheek from a...
Mar
04
Maddie knew Abraham in college. Tall guy, big chest, coffee coloured rather than dark ebony skin, but you'd still call him a black guy. Abraham played basketball (of course) and he was one of the top three students in her year (not so common may be). Abraham had beautiful white teeth and he was the softly spoken, deeply resonating, black alpha Nigerian that all the women wanted to sleep with. Of course I wanted to know whether Abraham had fucked Maddie, especially when she agreed that he could come and spend a month living at our place whilst he completed project work in London. My wife said that she wouldn't grace that question with an answer, it was so vulgar. But she did admit that Abraham did make men jealous. Even the ones not in a...
Mar
04
I am lying on top of the bed between my mistress's shapely legs, facing up at her tugged out sex. Chloe has such a beautiful, beautiful sex. Her cunt lips are large and pouting, her slit deep and inviting. You could tell in an instant that Chloe is owned by a well hung male. This is what a dominant cock does to a woman. As I peer up, I feel the soft leather of her cavalier high heeled black boots on my back. She has one leg indolently over my shoulder. The other she has over Luther's thigh, her black lover who lies on the bed beside us. I watch him kiss her. It is a sensuous exploring kiss, her mouth opening to him. He runs his fingers around and around her nipples until they harden again. Chloe was once my wife.

I am shaving my...
Mar
03
Lewis, Jonah and me, we arrive at the penthouse flat around 8 a.m. It been a long night of dealing man and some bad moments when I am sure that the law was laying traps. You have to be nimble. You have to be sharp. I slot the key in the door and walk in. It's way posher than you would think for black man of our ilk. It is ravishingly furnished amidst an exclusive set of apartments. Necessary then that we go there suited and booted. The law, it don't look for bad boys like us in this neck of the woods. Law don't understand us so well though does it? It don't understand that men of stature, like we, we have spunk dumps all over the place. Neat places to relax and hole up.

My bitch is called Elizabeth. Never Lizzie, or Liz, she...
Mar
02
I knew it, the way that Sue danced with Micah after our joint company won the business innovation award. My wife wanted him and he wanted her. They were out on the dance floor, at our party, with a load of people who worked for us, and Sue was pressing and moving against him in the throng as though they were already fucking. I watched the way that my wife rang her long, immaculately manicured fingers through her hair, the way that she looked down at his crotch as he moved on the dance floor. Sue was wearing the sort of little black dress that thought it was a snake skin. The material was so tight on her. It showed her breasts and excited nipples, the contours of her thighs and lovely firm buttocks. There, look, he is holding her now and...
Feb
28
After Sunday's little fiasco (Richard Meet Max story) I'm a little ambivalent as to how to proceed next. I mean, that night Jamal disciplined him despite Richard's apology to our guests. He was put on the naughty step, out in the rain for a few hours. Afterwards, after his bath, Richard was eager to make amends. He sucked on Jamal's cock eagerly and licked his balls like a puppy. May be I should have just let Jamal belt him one. Richard is now Jamal's creature, so perhaps the discipline had to be hard and direct. If Jamal had dealt with the little crisis out in the garden, may be Richard would have come back inside, bruised but better informed and Max could have fucked me as I wanted. I simply adore the guy and it really is kind of...
Feb
27
So, you've found the black alpha male of your dreams. He is interested. So how do you dress to show him that you are way out of your husband's league and entirely ready for his? Dress is so important, as his conquest/prize, as someone too superior to consider the dead beat husband any more. Here are some things that Jamal has taught me.

1. Achieve and sustain the right body size. Look, we are not all alike, we come in different packages. But arrogant healthy black alphas like a woman with just the right meat in her bones. For the men that we adore that is UK dress size 12-16. It's rather bigger than you might think, given what the catwalk designers usually promote. But he is going to put a lot of cock in you. You are going to...
Feb
27
Sunday dawned bright and cold and Richard was set too, making lunch. He had brought our breakfast in bed as usual and served it silently. I could tell that the previous evening's pub night events had cowed him considerably. After watching Jamal fuck me roughly, casually, Richard had dropped to his knees and opened his mouth, only to have Jamal urinate in it. It had been a terrible lesson. You may not anticipate anything that your master does. You must respond as openly and as honestly as you can. I kissed Jamal in front of Richard. It was pointless him sulking. He had to understand that our carriage moved ever onward in the direction we had chosen.

'We have Max and Chloe joining us for Sunday lunch so you must cook for four.' Jamal...
Feb
26
I have decided that the locals in the lake district are a little less used to alpha black male dominance that people on Manchester. We went down to the local pub last night for supper and Jamal and I took Richard along. I wore a little tartan pleated skirt and high heeled boots. The weather was milder so wearing something quite so skimpy was just that bit easier. On top I wore a cashmere sweater. Whilst I finished my make up, I listened to Jamal telling Richard how things had to be. He could wear a scarf to conceal his leather collar, but there was to be no diminishing the level of respect accorded to us both. I was M'am' and Jamal was 'sir' even if Richard had to whisper the words! It was so funny! Richard would always walk behind...
Feb
26
Our Boss Fucked Our Wives, We Got Even

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by EroticWriter

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“Jed, it doesn't matter who she is, if she is married to one of my employees, I can fuck her.”

It had just popped out, and Jed was finding this hard to believe. Jed was probably the only employee in the company whom his boss, Tom Jenkins, felt free to confide in.

“Come on Tom, I find that hard to believe. Have you ever scored on someone's wife?”

Because Jed and Tom shared something in common, the love of going to a bar and watching football, and since Jed had been with the company almost from day one, Jed was hearing something from his boss that he had never...