My life seemed perfect at the time I was twenty-four years old and married to my husband, Brad, who was twenty-six. My name is Angie, and we met at a large, privately-held manufacturing company in upstate New York. I joined the company after I got my acco...
I knew when I went to college to obtain my civil engineering degree, that the construction industry has its ups and downs with the economy. But, even as a young boy I had a strong desire to work in an occupation involving earth moving of almost any type,...
My name is Ken, and in Part 1 of this story I described how I am the fifty-year-old black owner of a successful engineering company in Allentown, PA, and I have a huge, eleven-inch cock. I use my position of power over some of my white employees to seduce...
The stresses of leadership can sometimes be a strain, but few would argue against the reality that being the top dog is better than being in any lower position. My name is Ken, and I am the African-American owner of a manufacturing company that I founded...
Life in a small farming community in northwest Mississippi can become very routine and boring. And although being active in our small, non-denominational, evangelical church and singing in the choir provides some badly needed social interaction, even that...
The Reconstruction Era in United States history covers the period from 1865 to 1877, following the Civil War. There were many societal changes taking place in that post-emancipation period, including consensual interracial sexual interactions between Afri...
In Part 1 of this story, I am tricked into sucking my black neighbor, Jared’s, cock. That’s when I discover my submissive side, and Jared convinces me to let him fuck my wife. I then convince my wife Megan to allow us to fantasize about her being fucked b...
I was already standing by the door when the bell rang. The fantasy that had been floating around in my head for two months was finally coming true. I was excited – even a little nervous – as I reached for the doorknob. She smiled when I opened the door, m...
This is an interracial cuckold story written for and in the first-person voice of the Lush reader and enhanced for your reading pleasure. The last thirty years almost seem like a blur as I look back at my rather unconventional, but sexually-fulfilling lif...
There are many advantages to being the black owner of a successful, small company, in addition to the obvious benefits of making a lot of money and being able to enjoy a rewarding and enjoyable lifestyle. I also enjoy being the boss of and having control...
Race relations in the United States were expected by many to improve after the first black president was elected and then reelected by wide margins. However, recent events involving conflicts between primarily black minorities and various police jurisdict...
My name is Abigail, and in Part One of my story I explained how my husband, Ed, and I were thirty years old and owned a farm. We were in financial trouble due to a bad year for our crops. An old friend of my father, Franklin, and our family, named Big Jim...
The bad economy over the past five years or so has been devastating for many companies. That is especially true for small businesses that don’t have the resources to ride out the hard times. Larger companies can survive by laying off employees, or otherwi...
You know, it's funny how things can affect so many people in so many different ways. I mean, things like winning the lottery. One person can go completely off the rails whilst others invest it wisely. This is one such story. At this moment in time I am 24...
The last year has been rough for my father and me. My name is Molly, and at the time of this story I was eighteen years old and it was the end of the summer before my freshman year in college. My father’s name is Dan, and he was forty-three years old at t...
