1. I Enslaved a Black Girl and her b*****r


    Date: 11/15/2015, Categories: Fetish, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I write this story at the behest of xHamster member '1972Brandy', he wished a female touch to a white couple having a black girl slave for sex, and she herself a deviant, in my eyes, she loves her younger b*****r, and from there on my own deviant feminine mind went ballistic. I hope you get into the theme of the story, I know I did, love to know how you feel about it, thanks guys Love Mariel We touched down in the city of Asmara in the early hours of the morning. The small nation of Eritrea held promise, and this six months fact finding mission for my husbands company, would be a challenge, considering the local hardships, but we knew we would live well enough as Westerners. My husband was in his fifties and the lines furrowed into his brow needed to be soothed and mentally made it my mission to make this next six months as pleasurable and comfortable as I could. It took a couple of days to choose the right place, a comfortable villa on the outskirts of the city, a pool and a patio, something I craved for in those hot days that lay ahead. 'We need to choose staff', he reminded me one night, we already had two girls indoors cleaning and a chef, now we wanted a gardener and pool maintenance, 'Let me go to the agency and I shall pick some', I said eagerly, my husband smiled, 'Why not'? was all he said? The next day I went down and sat with a girl, who was only in her late teens, she had books with photographs of the people looking for work, 'What age madam, would you like', ...
    she said quietly as if she had bells in her voice, she sounded so musical. I looked at her and noticed she was braless, and her small breasts heaved as she breathed. Her dark skin shone like polished amber, and I could see her nipples were long, and very hard. 'What's your name', I asked her softly, 'Abrihet', she replied, 'How beautiful', I complimented, 'what does it mean', I continued inquisitively, 'Bringer of light', she replied, barely audible, her shyness made her more attractive, if that were possible, as she looked model material from the moment I saw her, I was strangely attracted to her. 'A gardener', I said, meaning back to business, my reason for being there in the first place, to choose staff. I opened the book and there were literally thousands of photographs, with age ranging from early teens to old men, but what caught my eye, were their bodies, so dark and muscular, and as I slowly scanned each photo my fingers lingered on their muscular torso, I caught Abrihet looking at me, as if reading my mind, 'I have others', she said in a hush, so some of the other girls would not hear her. I looked into her almond eyes, so deep, like pools drawing you in, I think I caught her meaning, my attraction to her, was being miss-interpreted, I guess some white women previously chose their staff based on their sexual needs, and I was right, the other book looked like something out of a black stud book of porn. There was a boy of about sixteen with an erection of at least eight ...
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