The following is the second of several interviews I have had with Alysin Carter, who from the first interview is a beautiful white woman who loves to please black men. In addition, I interview Alysin’s daughter, Marci. Interviewer: I'm turning on the recorder. You of course know the interview will be taped and published like the first interview, which I might add was well received. Alysin: I have never regretted going bla...

The following is the result of an interview this author had with a white woman named Alysin Carter. Alysin loves black men. She was reluctant to talk about it publically until she gave me this interview. Interviewer: You consented to give this interview on tape. I am going to turn on the recorder now. You are thirty sevenyears old. You have an eighteen year-old daughter. You grew up in southeastern Virginia and attended t...

The best way to learn a business is from the inside. The best way to take over a business is also from the inside. “Hi! My name is Marlee. That’s all you need to know. For the past two years I have been working on the inside of a big-time bank in New York. I have observed bankers of dubious business practices who manipulate and skillfully maneuver hard working people out of their savings and dignity.” “Of course, I could...

Hello again! It's me, C.C. You know me. I ramrod a large part of a big-time banking operation. In my work, I buy up the worthless. I hire assistants to enhance it or repair it. Then I resell it for an enormous profit. Everybody gets rich, especially me. It's the same for hot white women. Yes! I'm a black man. I usually specialize in the beautiful young blondes like Felicity, Sindi, and of course my mainstay, Marlee. I spe...

Marlee: Chapter 04 by MrDeep © Hello again! I'm C. C. If you read the prospectus in Chapter 03, then you know that I have brought a new asset – with the emphasis on ass – into my portfolio. Who am I? I am an investment banker at a well-known bank. You know it. It's everywhere. I run a small part of the organization. I mine wealth. It's like paying people to dig it out of the ground. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do...

When it comes to trading whores, I am master. I like to be a black master to white women, too. Right now, I have two white whores. Their names are Marlee and her daughter, Sindi. I started with the worthless -- That's Marlee. She took a lot of special handling. Then I traded up to Sindi. She's priceless. Along the way, Marlee's husband, Fred, came into my possession. I sold him. He was worthless, but I traded up. Who am I...

Marlee: Chapter 02 by MrDeep © Hello again. If we haven't been introduced, I am C.C. I don't use my real name or where I work for security reasons. What do I do, you ask? I am an executive for a large investment bank. I manipulate stock and gold prices. I turn stocks into gold. I hoard gold. I also manipulate woman. I turn women into sluts. I prefer married women. I hoard sluts. I sell the best ones on the "market" to the...

I think it is time for me to tell about my conquest of another white woman. I have had many married white females, single white females, and divorced white females. I must say I prefer the married white females. I call them all MILF’s. Let me introduce myself. My name is Charles Crowder. I go by C.C. I’m a black man, with a degree in business law. That’s right I’m a lawyer. I work for a bank. I live in lower east side of...

Dee arose at eight. She would have another day of interviews and photoshoots and doing whatever Vic told her to do. It was her last day in London. Lisa was in the shower. Dee stepped over to the window and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool London air touched her nude body. She put her head back, extended her arms, and whirled around and around. Across the square, a paparazzi caught the scene. She stepped back in as L...

"Come on! Faster! Come on you devil! Get up!" Pat loved riding her steed. She called him Diablo. He was a three-year-old black stallion. She felt the wind streaming across her face. Her hat was hanging on by the strap. "Come on, Diablo!" she shouted. The cool prairie air made her feel good this morning. After Diablo's run, she slowed him to a walk. She stopped to open the corral. She led him inside the barn and to a water...

It was six months almost to the day, Dee returned to London for her debut as a star of Vic’s feature film, ‘Loving It in Soho’. She said goodbye to her daughter Melissa. Lisa came over with her. “I love this town!” Dee said when she cleared customs at Heathrow. After they got in the limo, Vic gave Dee and Lisa a hit of molly and lit a joint. “The opening will be next week,” Vic said. “The media has seen it or parts of it....

Dee's Naughty Descent: Chapter 07 by MrDeep © Dee's friend, Anne-Marie, was a slender, athletic blonde. After that night in the maternity waiting room, her whole life changed. She wanted what she witnessed and heard in that room. The white women she met were young adults who were having fun and were black-owned. She got to know all of them. She made love with them. She got to know the black men, too! The sensual pleasure...

Dee’s Naughty Descent: Chapter 6By MrDeep©  Melissa bent over and placed her hands on the arm chair. She felt the big black hands close on her tight, round ass. They were Nate’s hands. “Fuck me, daddy!” Mel hissed. Nate responded by grabbing a big handful of Mel’s blonde hair and twisting it around his hand and jerking back hard. Mel’s head snapped back as Nate’s whore pleaser plunged into her hot, wet joy box. “Oh! NATE!...

Dee’s Naughty Descent Chapter 05 By MrDeep© Dee was an expert at making black men cum. She wanted to give pleasure. She derived pleasure from giving pleasure, be it as a submissive or accepting their fluids deep inside her sensual body or both. Dee was a blonde, blue-eyes woman in her early thirties. She was a divorced mom. She left her two daughters and a son with her pencil-dicked husband, Pat. Now she was living the li...

Dee stepped out of her Mercedes and hurried into the backdoor of Club Iridium. The music covered her ears like a blanket. The rhythm and familiar sound made her tremble. She had been dancing for three months now. She entered the dressing room, leaving the door open. She slipped off her skimpy halter top and let her denim mini skirt fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties or bra. Her hand trembled as she picked up th...