1. My Perfect Pet


    Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Black, Gay, Interracial, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    the planet, their rich, dark skin almost casting a bluish hue they were both so dark. I fell right in the middle with a milk chocolate complexion and anyone who knew anything about Kenya could tell by my signature haircut and facial features that I was Maasai. In fact, Matunde and I were both Maasai so we both were tall and our frames were lean. That’s not to suggest either of us were skinny. I have the curves that make a woman a Goddess and a man’s mouth water and Matt spent many hours in the gym building muscle mass and ate a diet that filled out his frame that was uncharacteristic of Maasai men. Jomo was Luo and Reggie was Kikuyu but Jomo was a mixture of Asian, African, and European bloodlines so his features were “more refined” as they say. Jomo was Obamaesque in complexion. Reginald was the shortest of the bunch at 5’9”, Matt was over 6’ tall according to my estimates and Jomo was the tallest of the bunch. I, of course, am 5’10” but in heels, I’m almost as tall as my sweetie pie. I let Matt give Michael a tour of the place, get comfortable with his surroundings while I got drinks for everyone from the bar. The rest of us socialized with the other patrons and danced a bit as well. Because the four of us have such an unconventional friendship, because we are so comfortable with our sexuality, it was nothing for Jomo and Reggie to start kissing me on my neck, undressing me on the dance floor and fingering me to the beat while white people stared in awe of our ...
    sensuality. We are all bisexual and not ashamed of that in any way so we turned heads when our play culminated in passionate, sensual eroticism where we were all just a tangle of beautiful bodies licking, sucking and fucking each other without regard to gender. Of course, the other Black people in the club were interested in watching us as well and would often start their own little public displays of affection only appropriate in a sex club inspired by our freedom, beauty, and blatant sexuality. By the time Matt and Michael came back from exploring the club and going over the rules, I was hot and bothered and ready to play. That had given Courtney just enough time to velvet rope off, The Madison, my very favorite room that could accommodate us in comfort and allow for a few spectators to recline and watch with relative ease as well. We found our way to the room and people started to follow us, mostly regulars who knew that the white boy with us was about to get fucked like no one’s business. As the five of us poured into the semi private room and began to make ourselves comfortable all I could say was, “What the fuck is that god awful smell?” I put my hands over my mouth and nose and I almost wretched because of the foul odor. “Yeah, that’s ole boy. I guess he’s so nervous that he’s sweating like a pig.” Matt’s face was scrunched up and he was holding his nose and pointing at Michael. “God Damn, he stinks like a fucking pig,” Reginald said. “Well, one of you needs to take him to the ...
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