African American Erotica Novels & Stories

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

“You heard me. Do you want to put that Alpha cock inside me?” “I’ve never… I’ve never topped before, Azreal,” he admitted, but his voice had already dropped an octave, pupils blown wide. I pressed my body flush against his, sliding my palms down his hard chest, pinching and twisting his pierced nipples until he hissed. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when your thick alpha dick stretches me open… inch by inch… until you’re balls-deep and I’m moaning your name like a desperate slut.” “Do you want to hear me moan your name while your cock stretches me open, deeper and deeper?" I asked, tracing my hand down to his awakened length.

Adra, the enigmatic force that had drawn her into this intoxicating web, was climbing into the sheets. He was naked this time, his powerful frame sculpted by shadows and faint light. Her breath hitched. He wasn't waiting, wasn't watching. Instead, he was pleasuring himself, his hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes against his already swollen cock, preparing himself for his own mood, for the feast that lay before them. Amina blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up with the raw, visceral reality unfolding before her eyes. *Oh my God,* she thought, a dizzying blend of terror and exhilaration seizing her. *She was about to be fucking dominated by two men.* The thought, both terrify

But they didn't care, they didn't stop. "Now, it's time for some real fun," Ava said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "It's time for us to play with you, to use you for our pleasure." She walked over to the table, picking up a strap-on dildo. She walked behind me, pressing the head of the dildo against my asshole. I cried out, my body shaking in pain as she forced the dildo inside me. "Relax, Jason," she said, her voice filled with malice. "This is going to be good for you. You're going to love this."

Every thrust forces my breasts against the glass, nipples dragging with each movement. Anyone looking up from the street might see my face twisted in pleasure, my curvy body getting railed. He reaches around and slaps my clit lightly, then rubs it fast. “This pussy is gripping me so tight. You love being watched, don’t you? Love knowing they could see me wrecking this fat Latina ass.” “Yes, God, harder!” I push back to meet him, rolling my hips, loving the filthy drag of his thick cock stretching my walls. He pulls my hair, arching me further, pounding so deep I feel him in my stomach. The angle hits my G-spot perfectly and I’m coming again, pussy spasming wildly around him, juices running d

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”