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I am a 48 year old woman who has a very successful job as a CFO for a small but growing company. When I was in college, I majored in accounting and then got my MBA from a very prestigious University on the west coast. While getting my MBA, I met and married my present husband and we have two lovely grown, married daughters who live not far from us and they have blessed us with four grandchildren. My husband and I are very comfortable with each other and love each other. I am a big woman, 5′ 10″ tall and 150 pounds. I’m not fat but I’m big. I have very large breasts and hips although I pride myself that my waist is 11 inches less than my hips. My big bosoms are hard to hide. I usually wear a suit and rarely take it off because I always get snide remarks from the gallery. I was not a sexual person and I rarely thought about sex during my working day. At my age I fight looking dowdy, and I think I do a pretty good job of it. My daughters say I look much younger. I love their saying that but I have to remember that they are my daughters.

I worked my trade for about one year after getting married and then had the first baby and didn’t work again for eighteen years. As the girls were leaving the nest, I got an offer from an old friend of my husband and I, to be his CFO for a little electronic company he was starting. I didn’t need much of a salary, so I was perfect for his start-up company. I was 42 and anxious to get out of the house because I was bored.

The company prospered immediately and we acquired, over the first three years, four small companies in our business that we made divisions and so we had five divisions in five separate locations. They all did very well and we went public and I made a lot of money. The president and I traveled to these divisions, which were in two states and hundreds of miles from each other, once a month to review programs, progress, and general health of the divisions. As the company grew, the president was often unable to attend these monthly meetings but I found them to be very useful to make sure the whole company was going in the same direction.

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Suzi studied her naked body in the full length bedroom mirror. She felt a familiar wetness between her legs. It wasn’t the sight of her own body that caused this but rather the thought of what she was going to do with it. Tonight, she had decided, she was going to fuck her husbands best friend!

Her dark chocolate skin glistened in the light. She was proud of her body and loved showing it off. Although she was just the wrong side of 30 she had never had children so her body was still firm. Her West Indian heritage gave her full breasts and hips but she was still slim. She stood 5ft 5ins high and had a 36C-24-36 figure. Her hair was long and black with just a hint of red.

The decision to be unfaithful to Dave, her husband, was taken suddenly but had been on her mind for sometime. Every Friday night Dave went out with his workmates Rob and Sam. They were also both married and the six of them had, on occasions, been out as a group. Sam was Pakistani and his name was really Saleem. The guys at work had decided to Anglicise it – they couldn’t call him Sally so they decided on Sam. He had a lovely young wife called Safia. Although she was only 19 they already had two children. Rob was a bit older – about 45. He was white and married to Anji, who had an Indian background. It was probably this mix of cultures that allowed the six of them to get on so well.

Like Sam, Rob worked with Dave. They had been friends for many years so Suzi knew Rob quite well. Over the past few months Rob had been flirting with Suzi. It was nothing that others would notice but Suzi knew what he was doing. For her part she flirted right back. After 8 years of marriage she was enjoying the thrill of another man fancying her.

Today was Friday. Dave had been working away this week and earlier he had rung Suzi to say that he would have to stay over another night. He also said that he had been unable to contact Rob who was due to pick him up this evening for their boys night out. He asked Suzi to give Rob his apologies when he called round. It was then that Suzi decided that there would never be a better opportunity to get a taste of Robs cock.
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It’s rare to find that “special guy”. The one that you can completely be yourself with…the one that you can share all your deepest, darkest fantasies with….luckily for me, I married mine.

One night, we sat around playing cards for ‘favors’….(I win a hand, he licks and bites my nipples…he wins a hand, and I rub his cock between my breasts, etc…), and Karl (my husband), chose a new one: “tell me one of your sex-stories…one you’ve never told me.”

I was a little embarrassed, to tell you the truth, but we’d been drinking martinis most of the evening, so I was feeling a bit bolder than usual. So, I decided to let it all out. “I had a three-way with two black men,” I found myself saying. I immediately blushed, clapped my hand over my mouth and laughed. I couldn’t believe I told him that!

His eyebrows shot up. “Really??” he asked me. “Tell me more.” He grinned like Cheshire cat and settled in for the story.

“Well,” I said, “I was with this one guy, Tim, in college. He was African-American, and unbelievably hung. I thought the old ‘rumor’ about black men was just that, until I was with him.”

“Tim? Who’s Tim? Did I meet him?” He asked, because we’d met in college, and I’m sure he was trying to picture it in his head.

I smiled and sighed sweetly. “Mmmmm. Tim. He was a lovely man. About 6 foot tall, a musician….we played together. (I was a voice major during school). It was only a matter of time before I seduced him.” I chuckled and winked at my husband seductively…reminding him just what a vixen I could be.

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Paul had just finished his shift at the water company, and was driving home. He had been shift supervisor for the last 3 years.

As he came home and walked into his house, he saw his wife doing one of her workouts in front of the TV.

He stood there for a minute admiring the view. Dawn his wife, was wearing her tight gym outfit that really clung to her body.

Paul and Dawn have been married for seven years.

Dawn is 28 years old, about 5 foot 5 inches tall and a natural blonde. She has always had a very nice slim body.

Paul has always been particular fond of her butt. It’s not too big and not too small, just the right size. And it’s real tight.

Not to mention her soft and firm size B breasts.

Dawn also has one of those great personalities, always positive. She has always enjoyed sex, and has been very open to trying new things.

Paul is 30 years old and 6 feet tall. Watching his wife workout, has also gotten him to start going to the gym. Paul has actually gotten in great shape himself.

Paul took off his jacket, after which he walked over to his wife.
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She was an asian girl I met through friends at Uni. Alisha was her name and she was heavy breasted with wide hips. She was not fat, but curvy. She was short with long black hair and deep brown eyes and not particularly attractive. Not ugly, but not beautiful. She had a crush on me, but I have to admit I never noticed at the time. She was plain and her plainness covered a sexual passion of an intensity I had never experienced before or since.

We were both in our late twenties; I had been through a messy divorce and had sworn off women for the time being -until I recovered my senses at least. She lived a few hours away by car and she invited me to come and hang out with her for the day. Even though I didn’t find her attractive she was a warm, gentle woman -if a little simple-minded- and I found her attention flattering, so I accepted.

We went bushwalking and within ten minutes she was on my arm, leaning too close, brushing against me and I knew I was in a fix. Her questions were too probing, too personal. I didn’t want sex. I didn’t want a girlfriend. And I didn’t want the attention. Just friendship. But I could see she wanted more. I fought her off all day and we went back to her place for dinner. She had an older housemate called Leanne, who I also knew, and if it were not for Leanne’s company I would definitely have gone back home.

I paid almost no attention to Alisha over dinner. She tried to catch my eye, to engage her, but I just couldn’t -she was coming on too strong. Leanne on the other hand was bright, friendly and good fun and we spoke deeply and meaningfully until well past 2am. Alisha had long given up and gone to bed. It was too late to drive home, so I slept in the spare room.
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At the time this happened my wife Jean and I had been married for about 5 years. She was 24 and I was 29. Once or twice a month we would go to breakfast on Saturday at a little café in the office building where I worked. After breakfast we would go home and have a leisurely couple of hours of sex.

We both loved to have an old-fashioned missionary style fuck. Then Jean would push me onto my back and climb over me for a sloppy 69 session. After I had sucked all my cum out of her pussy and she had licked and sucked my cock clean, she would get on her hands and knees and invite me to fuck her again. Usually we would take a break for a while and just kiss and fondle each other.

I would run my hand over her pussy and then offer it to her to lick. She liked to stick two fingers in her little box and try to scoop out some of my cum and her juice and then stick her fingers in mouth and let me suck them.

After an hour or so of playing around like this we would both be ready to go again. Jean would get on top of me and we would both watch as she grabbed my cock and rubbed in over her slit, just teasing both of us. I would grab her ass cheeks and pull her down at the same time as I lunged up from the bed, impaling her on my throbbing member. Then I would start bucking like a wild bull and Jean would ride me, making sure not to let my prick out of her luscious little box.

I often ate at the café during the week and I got to know the owner, a black man named Sam. We became friends. Then he became friends with Jean when we would go in on weekends.

This one particular Saturday started out just like any other. We decided to have breakfast at Sam’s and since we were going very early, as usual, we didn’t worry too much about what we wore. I was just wearing a sweat suit and Jean put on a wrap around summer dress with lots of colorful flowers on it. Her dress had one button on her left side. She didn’t bother with bra or panties as you couldn’t see anything through the flowered dress.
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She was a kid when we met. Sixteen of seventeen tops, but I knew she would be a real knockout when she got older. We hung out a bit, but I fucked it up when I refused to be her first, which is why three years later when she called I nearly dropped the phone.

“Chris?” the voice breathed into the phone, “its Steph. Stephanie King…” the voice trailed off.

I knew exactly who it was, without her telling me. “Yeah hey…long time no talk huh?” I replied the best I could. Needless to say I was at a loss for words. She started with small talk, the way everyone does when they want something from you.

“I was wondering if you were busy Saturday night. I think we should talk,” she asked. “It’s been so long and… well I guess I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”
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This is a fantasy story in which the female character’s physical description has been purposefully left generic. This should allow the reader to visualize her physical traits according to his/her own preferences. Can you see her, as she opens herself up to sexual cravings long suppressed, and seeks fulfillment of a kind she’d all but given up hope of achieving? Is she someone YOU know? Enjoy the story…

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I am a Black stud, and I know the need that some white women have for men such as me. I seldom deny them the chance to explore their hidden desires to engage in what some call ‘taboo love,’ to be taken in sexual positions or to depths that they only dream of with their ’significant others.’ Neighbors, the real estate lady, the girl friend of a co-worker or social friend… Even the local beauty care door-to-door saleslady, they all come calling in one fashion or another, each secretly hoping that I’ll find them sexually alluring enough to engage in a secret lunch-time or afternoon rendezvous with them. Word gets around, that the black guy on Randolph Road who mows his lawn wearing only the shortest of shorts, has a thick schlong that is delicious, long-lasting, gets into all of your hard to reach crevices, and best of all, is available to sophisticated, discreet, and needy women on such short notice. Or maybe even walk-ins, with no reservation is needed at all.

Just this afternoon I was casually working in the yard, weeding one of my flower beds, when the local beauty products lady drove into the driveway in her company awarded car. Nice! I knew almost instinctively that she wasn’t expecting to win another Saleslady-Of-the-Month Award at my residence.
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First, some background information is in order. My girlfriend, Anne, and I have been dating for over three years. We are in our early twenties. We are both skinny and athletic as we enjoy playing sports and generally being active. We are a very sexual couple and have tried things that other our age have likely not even considered. This is just one of the many ways we know we are perfect for each other as we are both quite shy in day-to-day life. In bed we seem to instantly liberate each other.

One of the many things we have tried is a strap-on. The strap-on has a detachable 8.5 inch vibrator that Anne likes to shove inside of herself and turn on. While Anne really wanted to use the toy with another girl someday, she also wanted to try it on me in the meantime! But those are stories for another time… I had fantasized about seeing Anne with a giant cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. We had talked about this before and she seemed pretty uninterested; she just said if she was going to be with another person she would want it to be a woman. I decided that perhaps Anne needed a taste of what a monster cock feels like in order to spike her interest.

Anne and I had been apart for the holidays, and I decided to have a littler surprise waiting for when we saw each other again. I went to an adult store and bought one of those extensions which makes a dick (or dildo) thicker and longer. I chose the 2 inch “extra thick” extension. My first thought was to use the extension on myself, but then I realized that the effect would be even more dramatic if I used it with the strap-on. So now the strap-on featured a 10.5 inch meaty cock. I starred at it in disbelief. I had seen ones that big in interracial movies, but seeing it in person really makes you realize how truly large a 10+ inch cock is.
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Recently I had to go to the USA on a business trip. I usually travel alone but on this trip I convinced the company to pay for my wife Jan to travel with me and to also extend the trip for another week for some well earned R&R.I was to be there 1 week before Jan arrived to do all the business stuff and the next week would be filled with tourist adventures.

On my arrival at the hotel I was informed that we had been booked into a 2 bedroom luxury penthouse suite overlooking the city and magnificent bay and harbour. The room was truly luxurious .In the middle of the room stood a spa which would easily accommodate 8 people and the bar was full of all sorts of exotic alcoholic drinks free for our pleasures.

In the master bedroom was a super king sized bed with two luxurious bath robes laying across the end and a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses waiting alongside the bed. As I was by myself I decided to save this bottle for Jan’s arrival.

So the next several days were taken up with business meetings mostly going all day and into the evenings. I was looking forward to Jan arriving so I could relax.
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Hi there. My name is Tere and the black stud in my story is named Mark. This night I was sitting all alone at home, with nothing to do, and so I was sitting at my computer playing and talking to lots of people in chat rooms, and just being my regular flirty self. I was surprised when I heard a knock on the door, because no one else was at home. I had forgotten all about locking the door and the next thing I knew a black guy was sticking his head in my bedroom, saying where is everyone. I didn’t have a clue who he was or what he was doing just walking in my house like that. He told me that he was a friend of my daughters and was married to one of their friends. Needless to say, I was sitting in my room in just a short gown, and no panties. He told me that he had worshipped me from afar, and had always wanted to know how big my boobs were. And then he asked me if I would just let him look at them, and said he would not touch them, or anything like that. I kept telling him no, that it just wouldn’t be right. He kept insisting and telling me he had never seen anything so big like that, and always dreamed of just looking at someone with real ones and just wanted to say he had actually seen some this big. He kept on talking about them for awhile and then he wore me down talking to me, and I decided what would it hurt just to show him what he had never seen before. When he took one look at them, he said let me taste one of them, just to say I had actually tasted one that big, and I kept telling him no and finally after about 15 minutes he broke down my will power, and then I couldn’t say no, so he did.

Needless to say, I was so turned on by this time that I decided to tell him, it was only fair that he showed me his cock, and let me touch it and suck on it, since I had let him see my boobs and actually suck on them for a while. He pulled his cock out of his pants and this was the hugest cock I had ever laid eyes on and then I about fainted. I had never seen anything so big, and wanted to taste it for myself. I went down on him, and sucked and tasted and nibbled on him, but he was so huge, I only could get about 5 inches in my mouth. I knew then that I had to have his huge cock inside of me and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He said he had always loved older white women, and before he got with his wife, he only dated older women and was really turned on by being here with me and wanted to fuck me for hours. Needless to say, we ended up fucking for hours. I am one who loves fucking in all kinds of positions and believe that the only way to be totally happy, is to be fucked in all my holes. He said he loved anal sex but most girls or women look at him and just say no. I told him that I wanted to see if I could handle his cock, since no one I had been with was that huge and I had never been fucked up the ass by a cock that huge. It felt so good to have his cock in my pussy and then my ass. He alternated between the two and finally ended up coming in my ass. When he started to get soft, I would go down on him again, and suck him and lick him till he got a huge hardon again, and then we would fuck again. He wanted to try to titty fuck me, and stuck that huge cock between my tits, and fucked me and every time he pushed his cock through my tits, I would lick on his cock. I was so turned on by this, and loved the taste of his cock. It was awesome and I came many times.
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Great interracial porn story for my friends today.

Janet was a married mum of two and 38 years old who owned her own florist shop. She looked great for her age with a figure that turned many an eye, she had been with quite a few men before she met and married her husband. It was undeniable that she was one of the happiest married women people knew, they all were amazed at her love and devotion for her husband. Janet loved him completely and their sex lives were brilliant no problems there, she still loved and lusted after him. However she was becoming increasingly aware of people and opportunities, and she hated the thought that she would regret things passing her by.

This conversation was often brought up when her best friend Ann came round and they talked of how sex didn’t always mean love. Ann was a single mum craving attention although she never seemed to quite get what she was looking for and envied Janet and Simon’s love for each other. Ann knew of Janet’s numerous affairs and rather than be judgmental was jealous of those too.

During one of Ann and Janet’s chats, the subject of sleeping with a black man arose. Ann said she had never been attracted to this type of man not because of his colour but because she had never met anyone who floated her boat as Ann put it. Janet blushed as she had met a guy who definitely floated her boat and was wondering if she should tell Janet that she had fucked him.

As Janet told Ann everything she went into detail of how she had been working in her shop and had taken a delivery from an exceptionally good-looking guy called Wes. He had been courteous and kind but had looked at her in a hungry kind of way. Wes was over 6 foot tall, with a fit slim body and the most deep brown eyes. Janet told Ann that he had made her extremely hot and she had kept him talking for as long as possible. Janet went on to explain that after he had left he called the shop to check the order was ok and to ask Janet if she fancied meeting for a no nonsense fuck. She told Ann that she was taken aback but that she said yes with out a thought, Ann just grinned and said that nothing surprised her anymore and asked when she had met him. Janet told her that they had arranged for Friday and that she had picked him up and they went to a B&B that he had booked under a false name for Janet, saying she was his boss there for a conference.
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Today’s interracial porn story 

We’d been exchanging little glances for weeks. Whenever I walked past her cube, I would peek out of the corner of my eye in an effort to catch a glimpse of the tight sweater tugging at her breasts, or the formal pinstripe pants wrapped snugly around her firm ass. During meetings, I’d catch her shooting me the most naughty little smiles. I couldn’t help but to stop paying attention to the meeting, and start daydreaming about feeling her from the inside.

I was your typical upwardly mobile, fairly good looking young executive — tall and handsome. She was an entry-level cube rat, but I often wondered why such a bright, beautiful and well-spoken girl didn’t seek more from life. She was a black girl (a new experience for me), very very pretty, with generous yet perky breasts that just blossomed from her chest. Her ass was by far the nicest in the office (with some pretty good competition!), not tiny… but pert, round, and proportionate to the rest of her body.

One evening sometime around Thanksgiving, nearly everyone had gone home early to prep for the holiday and temporarily suspend the misery of the daily grind. Towards the end of the day, I passed by her cube and she asked me for help with some software.

“David, mail merge in Word…. I’ve forgotten how to do this AGAIN. Please show me?”, she beckoned.

I blinked and pondered her question briefly, “…….Tanya, I’m really busy, and I want to get out of here….”

“But David.. please…”, she beckoned — throwing me one of those beautiful little smiles that had been driving me crazy for weeks.
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Today, I went to Dillard’s to get some new summer outfits. I had been dieting and working out all winter and was ready to slip into something new. While I was looking through some racks of skirts and tank tops I noticed a young black man staring at me. I smiled at him and he seemed to blush and turn away.

As I left the store with a few purchases and was walking through the mall parking lot that guy pulled up next to me in his car. He had some hood-tricked out Toyota. I had to smile to myself.

“Hey, you want to go party with us?” He said. I noticed he had two other black young men in the car with him. I knew what they had in mind and I hadn’t had a black cock in a while. My husband was at home with my kids so what the hell. He owed me some time anyways, he works all the time and leaves me with them.

“Sure, but where is the party?” I asked grinning.

“We have a room over at that hotel and a couple 12 packs.” He said. “You can ride with us or follow us over if you want.”

I said “Sure I could use a drink” and I licked my lips, which had a nice shade of red lipstick coating them “and I have some time to kill. Why don’t I follow you over, my car is right there.”

“Don’t get lost,” he said. I finished the short distance to my car that my husband had worked very hard to get me. The last few yards to the car I could hear some of their comments about my body. I suddenly got a little moist in my crotch thinking about their young hard cocks. Then I got a little worried. It had been at least 5 years since a black man had fucked me. My husband who is white has a nice cock but only about 8 inches and I was getting ready to have sex with 3 black young studs. I knew it; they knew it, no sense in hiding it.
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