Lucas had returned home early with three friends in tow. He met us in the hallway as Richard and I hurried out of the bathroom, sopping wet, with towels haphazardly wrapped around our waists. "Come in and meet the guests," Lucas invited "And leave those wet towels." Lucas walked back up the hall leaving Richard and I looking at each other, wondering just who and how many were in the next room. We dropped the towels onto the bathroom floor and padded into the den in our birthday suits. A pretty young blonde was tearing through Lucas's collection of CD's and a black couple were making out on the couch. When we came into view, the attractive black lady stopped dead in her hot embrace with eyes as big as saucers. A slight gasp came from her mouth as the blonde turned around and with a very pronounced southern accent cried, "Damn! "They're ne-kkid!'" The black lady found her voice, "Whoa Lucas, I ain't pullin' no damn train. You can forget that shit." "Slow down princess," Lucas said. "T
"Yea baby. And I bet you want some of my sperm to don't ya'... you little white slut. I bet you want me to come down your throat...give you some of my hot black c*m. Tell me what you want."Venice was becoming wild as she pounded Lucas d*ck with her hand and twisted her mouth back and forth on his d*ck. Lucas was pulling on her nipples and her slurping grew louder and louder. "Tell me what you want...," cried Lucas. "I want you to c*m for me. C*m in my mouth," she panted as she moved the c*ck back and forth to her waiting mouth.Carlos, who had been knocking down beers finally stood up and declared it was time he got him some p*ssy. He roughly pushed me aside, yanked his pants down and pushed Riza down on the couch. The room was a regular orgy of sex with Lucas getting a blowjob, Carlos pounding Riza's hot box, and Richard lying across my back as he continued to pump his hot d*ck in my a*s.Carlos was the first to come w
I could barely overhear the conversations as Lucas and Richard made their way into the house where Wendy no doubt ushered them into the kitchen for a beer or cocktail. Several minutes later, Richard emerged casually dressed in shorts and a polo shirt with the steaks that had been marinating most of the afternoon. Handing me the tray, his fingers touched my hand and I felt that electricity that surged through my body. His smile made me warm as we exchanged small talk about our week. Dinner was superb complimented with a fine bottle of Cabernet. Wendy, typically not much of a drinker, was enjoying the conversation with my new friends. Later we retired to the outside patio where Lucas and Wendy continued their conversation. I could already tell she was feeling the impact of the wine as she acted a little giddy with a slight slur to her words. At Lucas's suggestion, we all felt another bottle might be in order as everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening. When I returned, Lucas was sur
He reached back behind her head and slowly drew her face to his c*ck. She hesitated just a second before she softened her resistance and he brought his swelling d*ck to her mouth. At first she simply rubbed her lips across the head until finally she parted her lips and took his thick c*ck into her mouth. Lucas let out a sigh as he continued to slowly fuck her face. Watching Lucas take my innocent wife had me feeling several different emotions at once. I was jealous but also turned on watching him have his way with her. Certainly the alcohol played a big part but he wasn't forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. As I watched her, she became more passionate, licking his d*ck, sticking it back into her mouth, all the while stroking it hard with her right hand. "That's it baby. Suck that black d*ck. Some of you white women love that black c*ck," Lucas said as he reached down and twisted her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Lucas reached up and pulled the straps over he
I called Wendy from the office and let her know that I had to unexpectantly fly to Orlando for the week on business. My firm was in the midst of landing a huge client and at the last minute the lead sales representative became too ill to travel. The week flew by rather quickly and with great success. I left Orlando with the signed contract and anxious to get back home. I had called several times during the week and each time Wendy seemed anxious for me to return.When I pulled up to the driveway, I saw the familiar sight of Lucas's white Volvo. I let myself in and yelled to Wendy that I was home. Snow, our little puppy tore into the den, his front two paws tearing at my trouser legs. Wendy emerged in a housecoat looking rather disheveled. Her look was one of surprise that I was home so early. At that moment Lucas walked into the den, his towering black naked frame dripping with sweat. It was evident what was going on."Michael...babe...," sh
My husband's parents have always hated me, and they aren't shy about saying so. Josh and Reeve Smith have never thought I am good enough for their only son. They've called me white trash simply because I grew up poor (though, not in a trailer, I might add), and a gold digger because the Smith are billionaires going back generations. They think I'm using Joshua for his money, and site the fact that he put me through college, is an investor in my clothing store, and the 11 year age difference as evidence. Of course, it couldn't be further from the truth. Joshua and I are very much in love, and have been since we married six years ago. I met Joshua when I was 18. I was just out of high school, and working as a waitress in a diner downtown so I could save up for college. I hadn't worked there a month when this incredibly handsome guy in a dark suit came in and sat in my section. We didn't really exchange much more than waitress/customer conversation during that first encounter, but then
I came home from my studio and immediately settled into a nice hot bath with a glass of wine. Then I put on my comfy sweats and an old T-shirt of Joshua's that I loved and ordered the pizza. I was on my third glass of wine when I spread myself out on the couch in front of my drawing pencils and sketch book and pressed play on the DVD, hoping that the god-awful fashions of the eighties would inspire me to come up with some great designs. I was all set to work when the doorbell rang. "Damn," I muttered, and went to answer it. Thinking it was the pizza guy, I grabbed my purse, hoping I had enough cash for a good tip, since it was a whole fifteen minutes sooner than they'd told me on the phone. I swung open the door and was shocked to see my father-in-law. "Josh!" I cried. "T-this is a surprise." That was an understatement. I could literally count on one hand the number of times Josh had come to our townhouse in the six years Joshua and I had been married, and it occurred to me that in
Josh walked over to our bookcase, where he picked up a picture of Joshua and me on our wedding day. He traced the designs on the silver frame as he said, "Besides, it would put a kink in the plans I have for you. Oh yes, kink indeed." He looked at me again, and if I didn't know better, I could swear he had lust in his eyes. "You see, Miranda," he continued, turning back to me. "The other thing that would make my wife happy is to have grandchildren." Grandchildren? I thought. That's what this was about? Joshua and I had agreed to hold off on having children until after I had finished college, but then the store took off, and we really hadn't broached the subject again. "Reeve always wanted to have a big family, you know, but unfortunately there was a complication with a miscarriage and she had to have a hysterectomy. And how she has eagerly awaited the day when her only son would present her with a grandchild, a legacy. But you have yet to provide a Smith heir. You have been far too
I couldn't help but moan as waves of pleasure washed over me and I felt my stomach tighten up. My knees felt as if they were going to give out and I gripped Josh's shoulders for support. My breathing became labored as he continued licking me, and when he stuck his tongue inside of me, I came hard and fast, trembling and moaning. "You liked that, little girl," Josh said standing up in front of me. "I must say you taste even better than I imagined, ripe and ready for a baby. Just exquisite. And looking at you naked, I can see why my son insists on staying married to you. I bet you are just a terrific fuck." With that Josh scooped me up in his powerful arms and carried me up the stairs. This was it, I was really going to be bred by my father-in-law. "In here," I said, pointing to the guest room. "Oh no," Josh said, walking past the door. "I can't think of a better place to conceive this child in your marital bed." He walked down the hall to the master bedroom and kicked the door wide o