1. My Perfect Pet


    Date: 3/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Black, Gay, Interracial, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    situation and they would go with the flow. The club was really a swingers club for straight couples but in recent years, they had relaxed their “no homosexual play” rule. So while they didn’t actually promote it, they didn’t frown upon it either. I guess with so many cock-hungry white bois out there, they needed to adapt and change with the times. Bisexual women were always welcomed at the club so on the last Friday night of every month, they had a “Bi-friendly Party” that was geared towards men exploring their same sex desires. We didn’t always use white boys to play with, sometimes we went there to just enjoy some sensual fun. The owners knew that when my boys and I walked through the door however, that there was going to be a super hot show and they would always make an extra large private room available just for us. Courtney, the goth chick at the door who takes the money and gives out the membership cards and stuff like that, said, “Ohhhh, hi you guys. Long time no see, we missed you last month. Will you be needing a room with a view tonight or do you want something a little more secluded?” She looked Michael up and down with a slight look of disgust and possibly even envy on her face. We all conspired, did a quick vote and decided that tonight we wanted a room with a large window for voyeurs to watch and, if possible, we wanted a room that was large enough to accommodate people on sofas to sit and watch if it was available. I think we got such VIP treatment because ...
    people would show up just to watch us play, even on the nights we weren’t there, with the hopes that they could see some of the super hot play that we brought to the club. Lots of swing clubs have little enclaves of sex but mostly people just wander around either looking for people who are fucking. With us, we brought our own party favors and would get the party started the minute we walked in the door. That inspired other people to loosen up and do their own things in their own private rooms and even in the public group rooms. When most people hear that my friends and I are all African, they form an opinion that we are going to be half dressed African savages with beads and spears and doing a traditional Up Down Dance. My friends were all very good looking, if I must say so myself, accomplished, professional and Americanized to a certain extent. While none of us have forgotten our history or where we come from, we’ve assimilated well into our surroundings and we’ve flourished in Western society. I think we’ve all maintained that delicate balance that allows us to remain true to our history and culture but also to take advantage of living in the most industrialized, capitalist nation of the world without becoming enslaved to the dysfunctional and oft times hysterical behaviors that are so rampant upon our peers who denounce our homeland. We ran the full gamut in terms of skin color, Matt and Reginald were the deepest, most delicious shade of rare African ebony found anywhere on ...
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