Incest--Revenge Fucking

Author's Note: This is my first story submission on this site and in general. It is self-edited so mistakes will be made. Standard disclaimer applies: All persons engaging in sexual acts are of legal age, with no resemblance to actual persons, or places. All feedback welcome. Special thanks to my friend for her help in looking it over with me. Chapter 2 is in the works. They meet their first year of college as so many people do. Kate had had a crush on Hope from almost the moment they met but coming from a struggling family, she had aimed to be friends with her and not pursue a more romantic relationship. They were from different worlds outside of school. Kate knew it was just the situation that made even the chance possible. She never expected their relationship to last after school ended and reality set back in. So, she made friends with Hope and wished her heart wouldn't fluttering every time she got near. When Hope meet Kate, she knew she wanted her. She had fooled around

The female character in this story is based on a French murder/mystery series I watched. The chief investigator was a stout black woman who suffered no fools. As I watched I found myself thinking someone like her would make a great character for a story. Completely Unexpected Mrs. Landry was looking at me as she made her way through the outer area where all the work cubicles are. She had her serious face on as she walked through the door of my office. She'd been widowed for some time, yet everyone still addressed her as Mrs. Landry. She stood average height for a woman of her physical stature, I estimated her height to be around five foot eight, her weight somewhere in the 200 pound range. What I did know for certain is that she was 47. My mother would have referred to her as 'stout'. She has wide shoulders, a thick waist without anything hanging over the belt, a nice butt bordering on being too big, and thick legs. In my eyes she was an ebony beauty, her skin is a light

After parking the car on the corner, of Oak and Main. Mistress Kate turned to me and gave me some unsettling news. "Well my dear, this is where we part ways. You served me well as my Sissy Maid for the past 6 months. However, I no longer have any use for you. Therefore it is time to give you away to a new owner." The gag muffled my pleas. She saw the fear in my eyes and gave me a small kiss on my cheek. "Don't worry, I have known your new owner for years." She came around and opened the passenger door and helped me out. As I stood on the sidewalk dressed in a traditional French Maid outfit. Mistress Kate adjusted the skirt and petticoat. Then touched up my light brown hair. She handed me a silver platter. As I held the silver platter, Mistress Kate placed a large pink envelop along with a small black velvet box on it. "Okay, sweetie. Now walk! Walk straight ahead until you reach 654 Oak St. That's where your new owner lives. Once there, you are to rin

This story contains rough sex between a large dominating white woman and a much smaller black woman. It also uses the 'N-word' and other curse words. Leona was sitting in Froggies Bar getting a good laugh at my expense. "Ha ha ha! That stupid little nigger bitch thinks she's tough as long as she's got that cop uniform on and has that big pollack with her. I'd like to catch her out without that uniform one day. Shee-ee-it, she ain't even as big as my thigh. I'd rip off her nigger head and shit down her neck." "Come on Oaklynn, don't let her get to you," Richard said as he and I were getting in to our patrol car outside of Froggies. "She's just trying to piss you off." "Well, she sure is doing a good job, Richard," I fumed while fastening my seatbelt. "I'd just like to have about five minutes alone with that big cow." "Damn, Oak, that bitch must weigh almost 300 pounds and is six or eight inc

T called me one morning to confirm his date and time of arrival, which would be a few days later. I waited and was mentally ready for that second meet. But anxiety and a sense of imminent loss kept me on the edge. That day, I reached the hotel hours before T was scheduled to land. I roamed around Copley Square, somewhat reflective, constantly checking my watch. I had to meet T, it was now or never. I later proceeded to the hotel lobby and sat on the sofa with my eyes darting from person to person as each entered through the revolving door. The time eventually passed and yet he had not arrived. Did he miss his flight? Did I get the date and time correct? Was he toying with me? Would I even see him again? Then I saw a familiar figure. Back facing me, a man in a hat and pilot uniform stood outside on the driveway, his head turning from side to side. There he was, just as excited to meet. I stayed calm and waited for his head to turn towards me. Then our eyes met, we smiled and he walked

Christmas parties were always the same. This one wasn't even with Dan's co-workers, but he'd come out at the behest of his wife, Noel. Cheesy music blared from the speakers in the stuffy banquet hall, the more contemporary releases being notably more offensive than the usual stuff. The hall was littered with round tables that forced conversation had been decorated with festive reds and greens, and gaudy tinsel hung from every spare surface while a miserable looking plastic tree sat in the middle of the room with empty boxes decorated to look like presents beneath it. Dan stared around the room wondering who else was stuck in the same position he was. A few of the teachers he'd met before; he was thankful the kids weren't there too. One thing he could openly admit was that teachers knew how to party -- underpaid, underappreciated, and after a long week looking after other people's crotch goblins obviously required a whole lot of unwinding at the end of it all.

Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above 18 years of age. * * * * * Nirav looked at Kavya walking by his side, holding her small purse. He couldn't believe his luck in finding a girl like her, effortlessly beautiful and sexy. Kavya too seemed to like him, as she was always cheerful with him. He wasn't really sure if he should hold her hands. The sides of their arms occasionally touched each other, as they were forced to walk close together, owing to the large crowd in the mall on a Saturday afternoon. "We can do some shopping here," said Kavya pointing to the line of clothing storefronts. "Sure," said Nirav. He was gonna say 'sure' to anything that Kavya would ask. He had had flings in the past. But Kavya was different. Something about Kavya intrigued him. She was beautiful and hot and lovely, but it always seemed like she was hiding some wild part of herself and her general demeanour was just to cover her wild side. It had been only a