1. Former Playboy Playmates Part 8: Tiffanie's Year


    Date: 7/19/2015, Categories: Fiction, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Hardcore, Interracial, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    she reached the bottom front step. She saw Julianne’s back toward her, lifting her shirt, removing it, tossing it on the floor, Greg smiling on the couch. One more glance to her right, before ringing Tony’s door bell, Tiffanie saw Julianne’s nice sized breasts on display while she lowered the blinds of the window. Tony answering the door shook her from her trance. She forgot about what she saw moments later when she was screaming in ecstasy on Tony’s cock. Chapter 4 It was like this the rest of her Tampa visit. On the weekend, she stayed the entire time at Tony’s. Tiffanie would be on all fours on his bed, her arms and feet tied to a bed post, while Tony went at it all day and night. They took breaks for food and water, but for the most part, Tiffanie remained tied up all weekend, a slave to Tony, a tool for Tony to use, just like he was a tool for her to use. By Monday morning, black cock was the only thing on her mind – nothing else. Tiffanie and Tony kept going every night when he arrived home from work. His house filled with screams of pleasure, Tiffanie wondering if she’d wake the neighbors – her sister and nephew. Bouncing up and down on Tony’s cock, she ultimately didn’t care. On her final night in Tampa, convinced Tony had fucked the incestuous thoughts out of her, she said goodbye to him with a few hour long 69-session, before going to sleep early for her long drive the next morning. Tiffanie cheerfully hugged her sister and nephew goodbye, never once thinking ...
    about their supposed special relationship. She said she’ll call Julianne when she arrived safely at home and thanked her for letting her stay. Again, Julianne seemed happier than ever, waving enthusiastically, her arm around Greg’s waist, while Tiffanie drove off. The only thing on Tiffanie’s mind on the long drive home: black cock. Her new plan was working. She arrived home later than usual. Tom was already in the bed. Tiffanie sat in her bed, laptop open, browsing for dildos. The one she had was enough. She needed one large enough to keep her pussy stretched out. “Why didn’t I think of this before?” she asked herself, slipping out of her clothes. Still naked, boxing up her underwear and bras, she thought about having no idea Bob was her father. They both had blue eyes, but she simply didn’t see any other resemblance. Tiffanie pushed those thoughts aside, examining her naked body in the mirror. “This is going to work,” she thought, smiling at her reflection, knowing deep down how easy it’d be, with her looks, to get a man – particularly a black man. “Hey. Happy Mother’s day,” Tom said the next morning. “Sorry I didn’t call you.” “It’s fine,” Tiffanie replied, wearing a bathrobe, nothing underneath. “I was busy anyway,” she said, thinking fondly back to a week prior when Tony was fucking her tied up, helpless body all weekend. She loved it. She watched Tom pour a bowl of cereal, the awkwardness of their relationship, evident by eight months of barely seeing or speaking to him, ...
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