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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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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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The Morning After Ch. 03

What time is it? I felt myself thinking before I even opened my eyes. I could feel the sun light trying to stream in through the window that was mostly shut. But more importantly I could feel the big, strong, virile man behind me. Darius and I were lying on our sides, spooning. His big arm was around my chest and cradling me, and my head was resting on his other arm. I could feel his muscular thighs pressed against the back of mine. And besides his steady, deep breathing just behind my ear, I could feel morning wood casually flexing against my thong covered ass cheek and the top of my thigh. I squinted one eye open and grabbed my phone and checked the time. 6 am, great, the conferences don't start til around 9 am. I smiled to myself and let my body press back into his. I felt him stir a little but not wake up. I arched my lower back and pressed my ass against his thick cock. God he was sexy. I thought to myself as I slowly grinded against him. His cock swelling even more. I felt ...
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