Author Topic: **Stories and Links*** Involving Women of Color  (Read 30345 times)

realboybd

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on: September 14, 2020, 09:25:29 AM
This thread is dedicated to Women of color.Latinas,Arab,East Asian,South AsianAfrican.
Plz share links,stories,comics involving these women.
#cuckolding #raceplay #nationplay #bullying #humiliation
« Last Edit: September 14, 2020, 11:00:07 AM by realboybd »



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Reply #1 on: September 15, 2020, 01:33:03 AM
Very very very important topic right here! We must find more stories of that kind. I agree with you buddy! 👍🏽



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Reply #2 on: September 20, 2020, 06:46:36 AM
Here's a new story I've found. I haven't finished it yet, but it seems really good. A little slow at the start, though.

https://twitter.com/ContingencyHF/status/1306413746051481601

And another one from the same writter (maybe already mentioned here)

https://twitter.com/ContingencyHF/status/1237855096588734464
« Last Edit: September 20, 2020, 06:58:46 AM by Betacuck »



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Reply #3 on: September 24, 2020, 02:51:12 PM
this awesome please post more



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Reply #4 on: September 27, 2020, 06:44:51 PM
This has to be one of the best raceplay stories I’ve read. It’s kinda slow but is totally worth it.

https://www.literotica.com/s/deconstructing-the-professor



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Reply #5 on: September 29, 2020, 12:41:34 AM
This has to be one of the best raceplay stories I’ve read. It’s kinda slow but is totally worth it.

https://www.literotica.com/s/deconstructing-the-professor



I read it and have to say...i didnt like it so much because it was lesbian.  But the raceplay is incredible, no cap 🧢.

More of this stuff!





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Reply #8 on: October 10, 2020, 06:13:00 PM
What is the point of having a story with that setting?

I'm guessing fancy dresses, minimal technology (No cell phone/no internet) and umm yeh I got nothing.

Personally I'm fond of the 1980s but I couldn't really tell you why.



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Reply #9 on: October 15, 2020, 04:13:55 AM
Here's a story I commissioned from Fizzer. There's two parts and I have a third if you guys like these:


Do you know where it is??



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Reply #10 on: February 23, 2021, 07:56:20 PM
This is the first part of a story i have commissioned from Fearless Wretch. A very good writer! Cant wait to read the next chapters who are coming soon...

Dm me if you want to be part and help to finish this commission
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Reply #11 on: February 23, 2021, 08:28:43 PM
is nothing in the pdf bro



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Reply #12 on: February 23, 2021, 08:56:02 PM



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Reply #13 on: February 23, 2021, 09:21:06 PM
it's empty



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Reply #14 on: February 23, 2021, 10:12:56 PM
*there were some issues with the pdf file so im gonna copy paste it*

Shoutout to Fearless Wretch, the writer of this story!

Dust particles drifted in the shafts of sunlight next to the classroom window as the teacher ceaselessly droned about Roman emperors. This continued for a couple hours until the class clown flicked a wad of paper at the back of someone’s head, attracting the ire of Mr. Roberts and bringing his lecture to a halt.

“Garret Thomason! Another act of barbarism like that, and you’re out of here!”

The pudgy delinquent merely leaned back in his chair and offered a snide grin in response, and after our instructor had decided he couldn’t scare him into obedience, he continued his lesson. When the class bell rang, all of the students instantly leaned over to start packing as Mr. Roberts did his best to remind us of upcoming deadlines for homework and projects over the cacophony of zippers and shuffling.

“And don’t forget your assignments are due before Christmas vacation! If I don’t get them from you on the last day on Thursday, you’ll be out of luck!”

I pulled my backpack over one shoulder before I walked up to the teacher, and he rounded his desk before straightening several leaflets in front of him.

“And ah, you’re dismissed.” He said with a vacant wave of his hand to a grand total of three students already leaving.

“Hey Mr. Roberts?”

He straightened the glasses on his face before crossing his fingers to look up at me. “How can I help you Nadeem?”

“Well, you said that our project on the Punic Wars was due next Thursday, but if I turn it in today would you grade it before Christmas vacation?”

“Well of course, Nadeem, of course!” He said as he raised his mangy, grey eyebrows in surprise. “Do you have it with you?”

I quickly pulled my backpack off from my shoulder before pushing my hand within and retrieving a small stack of papers held together by a transparent plastic cover. When I handed it to him, he pushed his glasses further up along his nose and quickly pored over its contents with a refined dexterity. After waiting for several moments for a reply, I cleared my throat.

“Ah- oh yes, I shall endeavor to have your report graded before the end of classes next week, Mr. Ahmad.”

“Oh, okay good, thank you sir. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. Under normal circumstances I’d set aside some time to grade everyone’s projects at once, but since I know you’re eager to know how you did-” His tired, old eyes shifted from the binder in his hands to meet my attentive gaze before he gave a reassuring grin. “Well, just this once.”

“Thank you, sir, thank you.” I sighed in relief and gave him a thankful smile. “Have a good day, Mr. Roberts.”

“And you as well, Mr. Ahmad. Be seeing you.”

The classroom door shut behind me as I looked at the hallways ahead, crowded with students heading to their classes. Among the small sea of busybodies was a small group of about three guys huddled next to one another near the lockers as they were presumably doing something that would get them in trouble. I wanted to go to my next class in peace, but the moment I had gotten too close to them, one of them said my name.

“Hey, yo Nadeem!”

“Why don’t you come over here?”

“Yeah, c’mon dude, c’mere.”

The lot of them waved me over and while I had little desire to entertain them, I knew it would likely save me some trouble in the future. They were pests to be sure, but I was aware of how they acted whenever they thought I slighted them. I said nothing as I cautiously walked toward them before I saw in one of their hands a copy of a Playboy Magazine that they held open and laughed.

“Hey Nadeem, does this look like someone you know?” Garret said before throwing his head back in laughter.

In his greasy hands was a two-page spread of a dark-skinned woman covered in oil with her legs apart as she caressed her thighs with her manicured hands. She was beautiful, but this was hardly the time or the place for such a thing and I stepped back in confusion at the inappropriateness.

“Woah, woah, don’t go man!”

“Yeah, we were just kidding!”

I was already shaking my head as I started leaving before Garret slid through his group of friends to put an unwelcome arm around my shoulder.

“Hey, you know I was wondering. You wanna help me out with my project this weekend? I gotta get that shit done otherwise I’m completely fucked, ya know what I mean?”

“You’re already screwed - a single project isn’t going to bring your grade up from an F.”

“Yeah but the teacher’s stupid ass said that if I don’t start turning in more work, he’s gonna kick me from the class.” His crooked teeth showed through his chapped lips as he smiled in embarrassment. “And I don’t need that kind of drama in my life, you know?”

“I can’t help you-”

“C’mon, bro! You’re smart, smart as fuck! You do better with this classwork shit than I do!”

“I- I got my own project to worry about. I really can’t help you with yours, sorry.” I lied.

I felt his hand fall from my back and glanced at the group of them before I quickly walked away. A few of them mumbled what sounded like racial slurs under the breath as I left. That was normal.

The rest of the school day was somewhat uneventful aside from running into the troublemakers here and there during breaks, but the final bell was a welcome one as I stepped out of the building to find mom parked in front with the SUV.

“Hi honey, how was school today?”

I piled into the front passenger seat before shutting the door and pulling the seat belt on around me. “It was alright, same as usual.”

Mom was wearing skin-tight jeans with an off-the-shoulder blouse that emphasized her beautiful neck, and wedge platforms that accentuated her pedicured feet. Her wide hips and thighs filled her car seat as the pillowy shape nearly overflowed, and her heavy breasts hung proudly on her chest like trophies for her beauty. She idly licked her plush lips as she pulled away from the curb, and I looked out of my window to see them. The deadbeats. One of them saw me through the car window and pointed at me while saying something, causing the rest of them to lift their heads at me in response. I sank into the car seat in embarrassment, but I noticed that their eyes weren’t locked onto me, but the woman beside me - my mom. I breathed an uneasy sigh and she glanced over at me with a worried expression on her face.

“Are you alright, Nadeem?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, looking through the rear view mirror to see them staring at the back of our car. “Just school.”

When we got home, I followed mom out of the car toward the front door with my backpack over my shoulder and I slowed my footsteps to watch her from behind. Her wide, heart-shaped buttocks were so tightly wrapped in the jeans she wore that they might as well have been painted on, and the clacking of her platforms against the pavement practically announced the presence of the long, shapely legs that carried her. She was gorgeous, and I knew that almost every man in the world would jump at the chance to peel her out of that outfit.

Sounds of small dogs barking could be heard from within the house as the keys jingled in mom’s hand, and when the front door had finally opened, the noises only increased in volume and clarity. Our family’s small dogs were playing in the living room when we came through the door, and they charged her legs before circling her like furry, little sharks. My arrival was slightly less celebrated however, as the dogs practically magnetized to her, and I to my room.

“Don’t forget to take out the trash, honey!” Mom shouted at me from the kitchen with a small parade of animals behind her.

“I won’t!”

I dropped my bag onto the floor before kicking my shoes off and falling into my computer chair. I could finally relax.

“Oh, and one more thing Nadeem, when your father gets home from work can you help him with the backyard?” Mom asked as she leaned into my room with the knob in her hand. “I don’t want him to throw out his back again.”

“Alright mom. I’ll ask.”

“Don’t ask him, honey, just help him. You know he’s gonna say that he doesn’t need help if you ask.”

I groaned when one of the dogs weaseled past mom and into my room before gazing in amazement at the walls around him.

“Mom, get him out of here! I need to study!”

She managed to beckon him out of my room with promises of snacks and an impatient glare from me, and soon I was alone once again in the privacy of my own bedroom. My ears adjusted to the sounds coming from elsewhere in the house and I pinpointed just about everyone’s general location before I confidently opened an incognito tab. I didn’t have any intentions of relieving myself then and there, but I did want to browse just a few milf-related sites after being fed the delicious view of mom’s plump backside before I went back to business.

Women bent over, some spread eagle, while others were lying prone on beds all compiled in several incognito tabs. Many of them were being fucked by statuesque men of different colors, but few of the videos really commanded my attention - except for one. The woman had dark, curly hair like mom’s, and it was all bundled up in the man’s fist as he pumped her from behind. The shot composed of her with her eyes rolled up into her head with her mouth agape as her ass cheeks rippled from the pale man’s assault and her massive breasts shook freely with every thrust. She looked elegant and refined - as if she had no business being a porn star, but her wet, mocha-colored body jiggled all the same when he continued churning her hole as if he were breeding her. And for all intents and purposes, he was, as in this moment in time there was no condom - no proof of contraceptives of any kind even if they likely had been used. I enjoyed entertaining the thought that this buxom, dark-skinned woman really was being bred by this guy, and that he really was going to pump a white baby into her womb on camera. It was strange - a fantasy, a guilty one of mine, but a strange ritual nonetheless.

Dad’s car pulled into the driveway, and I quickly closed several tabs of milf porn before leaving my room and opening the front door. I waved at him as I pulled the bins to the curb, and I spoke to him.

“Are you gonna dig up more of the flowerbeds in the backyard?” I asked, hauling the heavy bins toward the street. “Mom wants me to help you out. Said you’ll throw out your back.”

He waved his hand dismissively as he trudged toward the front door, and I followed him inside.

“Don’t worry about it boy, go do your homework.”

I shrugged and involuntarily grinned as he said pretty much exactly what I had expected him to, and I retreated back to my room. My sister, Hafsa, was using my computer when I arrived and I stood in surprise.

“Wha- get off of my computer! What’re you doing?!”

“Calm down, I’m just uploading a paper for one of my classes.”

“Go do it on your laptop then, don’t use my stuff!”

“My laptop’s dead, I need to charge it.”

“So use your phone, maybe?”

“It’s such a pain - it’s easier to just do it on a computer.”

“That’s not my problem, now get off!”

She looked at me unamused by my outbursts and pulled up the browser history with a few clicks of the mouse in her hand.

“Yeah? Well why don’t I go tell mom and dad about all the nasty stuff you’re looking at up here when you’re supposed to be studying?”

My eyes darted from her face and to the monitor in disbelief before I stammered a response. “Wha-”

“Or you can let me upload my research paper in peace. Your choice.” She replied as she turned back toward the monitor.

I didn’t say anything and only grumbled in reply as I dropped onto bed with my phone in my hands, idly browsing the internet while I waited for my sister to leave. She was beautiful, sure - like mom, but her body was far more petite than mom’s and she possessed none of her elegance, charm, or patience. Only a year older than me but acting as if she were my senior was apparently her chief personality trait. She always tested my restraint but like many other siblings, we knew each other best - except now. I halfway believed that she was lying and simply enjoyed blackmailing me, but after a few minutes had passed, she looked like she was almost finished.

“Are you done yet?” I groaned.

“Almost. I just need to make sure it actually uploads this time. Also, aren’t you supposed to be helping dad in the backyard?”

“Dad said he didn’t need any help.”

“He said that on the way to the hospital, too. Mom’s gonna get mad at you if you don’t go out there.”

“What are you, mom now?” I replied, getting up from the bed to leave my room.

Dad was barely home for an hour before he had gone to work landscaping mom’s garden, and I slid the sliding glass door closed behind me.

“I have no choice but to help you, dad.” I announced sarcastically.

He handed me a shovel and put me to work tearing up the weeds and grass lining mom’s flower beds before he began speaking.

“You know, I’m gonna be on-call from work these next few weeks.”

“Again? Are you gonna be here during Christmas?” I asked as I leaned against the shovel in my arm.

“Probably not, if they call me in. I’d have said no, but with holiday pay and overtime, it’d be stupid to turn them down. You gonna take care of the house while I’m gone?”

“Well yeah, but mom’s gonna be pissed, don’t you think?”

“She can get as angry as she wants, all that usually means is I make it up to her in the bedroom.”

“Uh, gross dad! I did not need to know that.”

He laughed at my disgusted reaction, but it was merely an act. I thoroughly enjoyed the idea of mom getting fucked senselessly like an animal, I just didn’t like picturing dad doing it. My fantasies were always just me. Mom came out of the house with our dogs in tow, and she watched us work her garden before she spoke.

“That’s enough manual labor for today, don’t you think? I made some hot cocoa for us, and dinner’s almost ready.”

Dad only glanced at her while he continued to work the earth with a shovel and one of the pups pawed at the dirt near his feet.

“In a bit, Inaya, I want to get this whole section finished before the sun goes down. Why don’t you go on inside, Nadeem, and take a break?”

I looked at mom and she seemed to offer a knowing look before I shrugged and set the shovel aside, following her in. Mom washed her hands in the sink before she handed us steaming mugs of hot cocoa. Her alluring eyes met mine for only a split second causing a jolt of electricity to climb up my spine. Mom looked good. She always did, but today she was scalding. I suspect it had something to do with convincing dad to stay home instead of work on the holidays, but it seemed he had already made up his mind. Which also meant that he was likely biding his time outside before having to come in and break the news to her himself. Oh well, more of mom for me.

“You guys made hot chocolate and didn’t tell me?” Hafsa asked in disbelief as she appeared in the kitchen threshold.

“Yup, none left, too bad.” I said as I downed the rest of my mug.

“Of course we have some, baby. There’s some more right here.”

Mom turned around toward the stove to get my sister a mug and I watched her wide, plump backside wobble softly as she reached for the cupboard. I would give anything to push my face up that warm, inviting shape and inhale to my lung’s capacity. Dad was insane to not stay home and fuck her until the bed broke. It’s what I would’ve done if I had the choice.

“Thanks mama.” Muttered Hafsa, before she blew on the steaming surface within her mug.

The kitchen was quiet for a short moment as we all enjoyed the warm cocoa before I decided that I needed to return to my studies. The remainder of the evening was as manic as they usually are, but after dinner I was able to squeeze in more “studying time” in the peace and privacy of my own bedroom before going to bed. I was often too tired to dream, but lately more and more of them have been coming to me in my sleep. Many of them involved mom, from what I could remember.

The next morning I was awakened by the sound of my alarm and I lethargically carried out the task of getting ready for school before everyone else. Mom was seen tiptoeing into the kitchen and I followed her after I pulled some clean clothes on and my backpack over one shoulder.

“G’morning, mom.”

“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” She asked, yawning as she pushed the lever on the toaster down.

“Yeah, well enough at least.”

That would have been the truth for most other nights, but the times in which I’m dreaming usually resulted in me waking up and jerking off to the images of mom in various states of undress. With them still fresh in my mind I often slept like a log as a result, with my dick fully satiated.

I sat on one of the stools next to the counter as I watched mom make breakfast for us. Eggs, bacon, toast, they were almost always simple but I enjoyed it because of that fact. Mom was a great cook, and I often found myself mesmerized by her as she seemingly fluttered around the kitchen displaying her culinary expertise. She was wearing black yoga pants that hugged her curvaceous lower body and a baggy hoodie that did little to obscure her prodigious breasts underneath with her dark, curly hair tied back into a thick ponytail. Even with no makeup on she looked incredible. I loved it when she looked like this - like a mom, and I could feel my cock stirring to life in my pants as I relished the view she gave me as she cooked.

My older sister appeared in the kitchen and she took over making us food while mom got ready to drive me to class. I had to go to school the earliest and Hafsa took care of the house most of the time anyway while mom was out, so mom and I were alone again in the car which afforded me the luxury of ogling her thighs in her seat on the way there. The thick, meaty, feast of her upper legs filled her car seat to nearly overflowing and I thanked God every morning on the ride to school for the image.

“Bye sweetheart! Have a wonderful day at school!”

“Thanks mom, bye!” I replied as I climbed out of her car before stepping onto the sidewalk.

I had one foot on the curb when I looked up and noticed Garret and his group of friends standing around looking suspicious as usual. One of them seemed to notice me as well, and when he elbowed the others, they all turned their heads to look at me, and then at my mom.

“Hey!” Said Garret with his hand outstretched, waving at my mom.

Mom smiled and waved back, and I was quick to shut the car door behind me as I knew they could very likely see how she was dressed and how she looked in general. I wanted them to have nothing to do with mom. I was determined.

“Hey Nadeem, was that your mom who drove you here?”

I shrugged and did my best to ignore them as I walked briskly toward school, but their questions kept coming.

“Is your mom single?”

“Do you think she wants to get dicked down some time?”

“Has she ever taken it up the ass?”

My jaw clenched as I continued pretending they weren’t behind me, but I had nearly lost it when one of them grabbed my shoulder.

“Hey bro, it was just a jo-”

I flinched from his grasp before I curtly replied, “Bro don’t touch me. Just get away from me, alright?”