BLACK IN HER PANTIES

“My gosh,” Kimberly Hoffs whispered to her husband, “this is the most boring speech I’ve ever
heard.”

Dale Hoffs simply patted his wife on the arm and turned back to face the podium where the
president of his company was droning on about corporate reorganization.

Kimberly toyed with her napkin while taking a another sip of her wine before tapping her husband on the shoulder and saying, “I’ve have to use the restroom, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He waived her off with a nod while she excused herself to the two other couples at their table before slipping out the side exit. As she made her way down the hall, she muttered under her breath to no one in particular, “How can anyone talk for so long and say absolutely nothing?”

Her thoughts were interrupted when a voice from around the corner offered, “I quite agree, that idiot is a sure cure for insomnia.”

Kimberly spun around to see who had heard her little outburst and was surprised to see a handsome black man of about forty leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. He looked slightly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. Sensing her predicament he interjected, “You probably don’t remember me, but I met you at the company Christmas party two years ago, my name is Hannibal Jackson.”

“Oh sure,” Kimberly replied with a smile. “At the Winston Hotel, right?”

“You got it,” he said while flashing a killer smile. “What excuse did you use to get out of there?” he added.

“Oh, I just said I had to use the little girl’s room,” she giggled.

“Same here,” came his reply. “Whattaya say we go together?”

“Let’s!” she replied while making a decorous bow.

The restroom doors were side by side, so after giving Hannibal Jackson a nod and a smile she opened the door and slipped inside. At first she didn’t even notice, but before the door had a chance to swing shut he followed her inside. “What are you doing in here?” she asked nervously while backing up against a counter containing three sinks.

“I thought you might need some help,” he replied casually while flicking his half smoked butt onto the floor.

“Help with what?” she asked thickly.

“Oh,” he answered while moving up close to her, “I just was thinking that a woman like you might need some help with her panties.” (more…)

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

Mother trains her daughter to submit to black men and become a BCS (black cock slut)

Tara’s head was pounding like crazy! Thankfully her last two classes were only gym and a study hall, so she didn’t argue a bit when the school nurse sent her home for the rest of the day with instructions to take a couple of aspirins and rest in bed.

“That’s funny,” she said to herself as she walked up her front walk, “I wonder why mom’s car is here.”

Her first thought that maybe she was under the weather too, so instead of making a lot of noise she tip toed up the stairs in case she was sleeping. She was just about to push open her parent’s bedroom door when she heard the sound of a deep male voice on the other side. That definitely was not her father’s voice, besides, he was off on business in Cleveland for a few days, so it couldn’t have been him. With her heart nearly leaping through her chest she slowly cracked open the door to see what the heck was going on.

“Oh my god!” she gasped softly. “Mother, what on earth are you doing?”

Her mother’s head turned to face her eighteen year old daughter, but she was in no condition to respond as she was in the midst of a riding her lover’s huge black cock to a stunning orgasm.

“Tara!” she finally mumbled. “What are you doing here?!” (more…)

NATURAL RHYTHM

Brodie couldn’t dance worth a lick. Most people found this strange. Brodie had been playing in bands since he was sixteen and was one of the best drummers in town. The man knew how to keep a beat when he was behind his trap set but couldn’t make his body move to it when he was on a dance floor. Maybe that’s what attracted him to Jennifer.

Brodie was the only white dude in an otherwise black jazz combo. They were doing a gig in a small club in Harlem when Jennifer first caught his eye. Behind her glasses she looked like a little secretary. Her short, tight body had a nice set of little titties that showed well in her tight blue dress. The sister didn’t have much in the hips department but her little tiny butt looked solid. Her big eyes, thick lips and smooth, milk chocolate complexion made for a pretty face. Brodie picked up on all of the fine features of this slim girl but what most caught his eye was her dancing. She was shaking that little money maker just fine but always to the beat of the last number they’d played or maybe the number they were going to play next. The girl wasn’t even close to the beat Brodie was laying down. As the night went on he found himself grinning at her and soon noticed she was smiling back.

After the last set, Brodie bought her a drink and they got to talking, talking led to laughing and laughing led to touching. As the club shut down, Brodie and Jennifer were in a cab headed to Brodie’s hotel for a nightcap. Though they called it a nightcap, they way they were kissing in the back seat of the cab might make one suspect that they had other things on their minds.

But sure enough, when they got up to Brodie’s room, Brodie pulled out a bottle and poured them both a drink. They sat on the couch, toasted each other and drank them down. The drink glasses joined Jennifer’s glasses on the coffee table. Jennifer’s lips joined Brodie’s lips, once again. Their tongues got involved in an intense wrestling match, their bodies locked in a mutual bear hug. Jennifer’s perky, brown breasts were flattened against Brodie’s thin white chest. She had a hand tangled in his blonde hair and he had a hand unzipping her dress. It just seemed like the proper thing to do at the time. (more…)

YOUNG BUCK

Virginia York wheeled her Caddy into the parking garage and after maneuvering through the maze of ramps she nosed the big auto into a space near the elevator. She shivered a little as a cold north wind whipped around her while waiting for a car. Finally down on the street, she made her way the two blocks to a nondescript building on the west side of Chicago’s Loop. It had been almost a month since her last visit, and the anticipation in her pussy caused her to drench her panties. She took a deep breath before entering a plain looking office on the seventh floor, and after a moment’s hesitation went inside.

Immediately, a thirtyish woman got up from behind her desk and greeted her warmly, “And how are you, Mrs. York? It’s been awhile since your last appointment.”

“At least a month,” Virginia replied.

“Did you have something special in mind?” the woman asked.

“Well,” Virginia replied softly, “is that young man that I had last time still here? I believe his name was Chris.”

“Umm, let me see if he’s in today,” she replied quickly. “Now let me see. Yes, he’s just finishing up his break. Would you like me to set up a room?”

“Please,” Virginia answered softly, “and the sooner the better.”

The matronly woman sat a little nervously in an easy chair in the well-appointed bedroom while waiting for Chris. It was really fixed up like a fine hotel room with a huge king size bed, fifty-inch color TV with accompanying VCR, a fully stocked bar, and of course a bathroom with all the toys. She was lost in her own thoughts when she was jolted back to reality as Chris strode through the door with a big smile on his face.

“Hello, Mrs. York, Carol said you asked for me personally.”

“Yes,” she replied a little red-faced.

“I’m glad,” he replied smoothly while standing directly in front of her. “If I recall,” he said gently, “you like to open up the package yourself.” She didn’t even bother asking as her shaking fingers began undoing the front of his jeans. By the time she had finally managed to get them down around his ankles, her breathing had become increasingly labored. She ran her hands gingerly over the bulge in his red bikini under shorts. “You really love black meat, don’t ya bitch?” he asked with soft laugh. She shuddered at the insolence of the young man, and as she tugged his shorts down and his huge black cock flopped into view, she groaned loudly before taking it into her small hands. (more…)

THE INTERVIEW

Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG Studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. “Judas priest,” she mumbled under her breath. “What the hell am I doing here?” She picked up a two year old copy of People magazine to try and take her mind off the reason for her appointment. She was just getting interested in an article about face lifts, tummy tucks, and breast implants of the stars when like a gun shot a woman from the half open door to the inner offices called out her name.

“You’re Jane?” the pretty, twenty-something blonde asked while ushering her towards the rear of the office suite.

“Uh, yeah,” she replied dumbly.

“Mz. Martin will be with you shortly,” the blonde said while offering Jane a chair. “By the way,” she added, “my name’s Barb, I hope to see you around, and good luck.”

“Thanks,” Jane replied with a nod of her head, “it was nice to meet you.” With that, Barb scooted out of the room, leaving Jane alone again with her own private thoughts. The office was well appointed with plants and pictures, and to pass the time Jane tried to see if she could recognized anyone in the large array of photographs hanging on the wall. But before she had much chance to peruse them the door burst open and in came Beth Martin.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Mz. Crawford,” the fortyish woman said while plopping down in the chair behind her large impressive desk.

“UH, no problem,” Jane replied softly, “I’ve only been waiting a few minutes.”

“Good,” Beth answered quickly. “So let’s get right down to business, I don’t believe in beating around the bush. Do you understand exactly what we do here at PIG studios?” Beth asked.

“I think so,” Jane replied, “you make, uh, movies with people having sex.”

“That’s only partially correct,” Beth quickly rejoined. “We specialized in films about plump or pregnant white women having sex with massively hung black men.” Jane had of course known about this before she made the appointment, but just hearing it spoken out loud, and so casually at that, made her pussy quiver. “So,” Beth asked, “do you want to continue with the interview? You may leave right now with no hard feelings whatsoever.”

Jane cleared her throat and nodded her head while replying, “Yes, let’s continue.” (more…)