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Playing Indians

"Let's play white people." Those were the words that started it. Wasula said them to Mato in bed one night while staring pensively up at the sloped ceiling of their tipi. "That's not funny," he told her. "I know," she responded. "I wasn't joking." Mato looked at Wasula askance. The two of them were recently married, and they had fallen deeply into lust with each other. They liked playing games with sex (the having-sex-outside game, the having-sex-with-mouths game, among others) and were looking for a new game. But this roleplay was not exactly what Mato had had in mind. His brow furrowed as he thought about the days and days he and his hunting party had spent hunting buffalo that were no longer there because the settlers had overhunted them. "What kind of fucked up game is that?" He exclaimed. "What do you want me to do, give you smallpox?" He made the last statement with tight-lipped grim humor. "No! I don...
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Hard Lesson

After recent forays into my wife's kinky side our relationship was better than ever. I had initially feared she would tire of me and I would be reduced to watching from the sidelines. However, I shouldn't have worried. She seemed hungrier for sex than ever. We would fuck regularly with a passion and enthusiasm I had never known. Nothing was off limits. Where before I'd have to ply her with drink to even be allowed to push a finger in her ass now she begged to be fucked anally. And she loved it hard. Seemingly the big cocks of the black guys she'd fucked had unlocked hidden depths. And I was happy to reap the rewards. I wasn't being replaced, she just loved getting laid. One night, as I lay recovering my breath after fucking her she gently stroked my chest and said, "babe?" "Yeah?" I panted. "I've been thinking...you know how you didn't mind me fucking those guys with you watching them use me?" "Didn't mind? I loved it...
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Her Personal Assistant

Warning: This story contains body part transformation. If this is something that doesn't interest you, please don't read this story. Thanks! *** I sat cross-legged in the waiting room, making sure to hold my purse close. I'd applied to a job as a wealthy couple's personal assistant, although the job description didn't give much of an idea of what the job actually is. No matter, though. The couple had listed pretty incredible pay for the job, especially for a young woman such as myself. I had decided to take a gap year before heading to college and had been working at a movie theater. Not the worst job one could have, but I wanted to do better, maybe take a risk or two. Suddenly, a man walked through the door. "Alexis?" He asked, looking right at me. "That's me," I replied, standing up and walking over to the man. "Right this way ma'am. Mr. and Mrs. Jameson will see you now." The man turned and briskly walked into the doorway h...
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