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  I have watched so much interracial porn that I’m surprised I haven’t become addicted to them.  There were times when I almost assumed that I have, but come to think of it, I always seem to steer far from reaching the threshold.  But I cannot say the same for my wife, Agnes.  This story is about my wife and how she became addicted towards watching porn. Agnes wasn’t always like this before, at least not for the first six years of us being married.  Contrary to what you might think, we had ourselves a terrific sex life.  She knew how to give it to me and knew I was capable of rocking her in bed whenever she needed me to.  But in the back of my head, I always perceived I wasn’t hitting her the way I ought to.  You know, like those black studs, there were times when I wish I’d fuck my wife hard enough to make her scream and beg for more.  Somehow I always missed the mark. During our early years of marriage, I did manage to stay away from consum...

    Your Wife, My Bitch! Your wife knows how to spread her legs for me whenever I come by.  She is quite a submissive slut, that means that I’ve trained her well.  You should see her whenever I come by your home.  Your wife knows how to wear the right costume to welcome me.  The right costume being nothing at all.  Sure, she might decide to wear a t-shirt just to cover herself in case any of the neighbours are nosying about.  But that t-shirt will be out of her the minute I walk in and shut the door behind me. She leads me to the living room and promptly wastes no time in her entertainment.  Of course, you aren’t home to capture what we’re doing.  That is your loss, cuck-boi, as you need to be at work bringing home the money for me to use and take care of her for you.  She offers me something to drink from the fridge.  Most times, I’m thirsty when I come by, and you know the one thing that would quench m...

My dad warned me to avoid the black men when they opened a new refugee camp a couple of blocks away.  For months I listened to my dad's warning, that is until I accidentally met one in an online chat room.  There I saw a black man slowly stroking his long cock, I immediately thought it was fake from the size of it but I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  My body was getting hot and I found myself licking my lips as soon as I saw his thick cum spurt from his cock.   We got to chatting and I found out that he was a refugee older than my father that lived just down the street.  It wasn't long till I told him exactly where I lived and that my parents weren't going to be home all weekend.  I couldn't stop thinking about him as the days passed. I knew what he wanted from me and I found it so much hotter as I waited for him naked.   My heart skipped a beat hearing the doorbell knowing he was finally here.  Opening the door I fo...

I don’t remember when I dozed off last night, only when I awoke in the morning.   Golden rays of sunlight splashed through the window and highlighted half of the bed; there was the noise of birds chirping tirelessly outside.   I turned to my side and saw Linda’s cat Jinks staring slothfully at me; Linda was nowhere in the room. I sat up on the bed and saw her purple dress from last night lying on her side of the bed. The activities of the night came back to me.   Linda had led me to bed after we showered.   We fucked.   We cuddled and chatted for a while.   Then we fucked some more.   She went downstairs and returned with a plate of sandwich and a bottle of wine.   Again, we fucked some more.   It’s no wonder I don’t recall when I slept. I found my watch on the bedside cabinet and it said 9:35 a.m. I slid off the bed and shuffled wearily into the bathroom.   A half hour later I dried myself up and wore my clothes and le...