international stories and histories

Malia, a young black woman from Chicago, landed her dream job in Salt Lake City, Utah and relocated there recently. Malia is far more at ease living among more diverse populations and finds Utah shockingly white, which has her a bit out of her comfort zone. She was always led to believe that predominantly white communities are inherently racists and hostile to people of color, so she is a little paranoid and on edge right now. Every time she ventures out to explore her new city, she wonders if she is going ...

Hi - this is the story how 3 days after my wedding I became black owned!
My name is Julie. We live in a small city (or really big town), and I was with my boyfriend Jon since high school. I was a cheerleader, and he was on the football team and, in a city likes ours that's what was expected - for life....

"Good little white cucky," my girlfriend Hannah said breathily as she used her thumb and forefinger to jerk me off. "Damien's black dick is so big I have to use both hands but you... You're so tiny I can just use 2 fingers."
I involuntarily threw back my head and moaned. "I... I know sweetie... He's so much bigger than me. I'm glad he pleases you like I can't." Her fingers glided across my small pink erection and she giggled....

The Beautiful Black Bull Part III
A crackling sound broke the almost unbearable silence that had surrounded me for several minutes. It was the cracking of wood, its cellular structure bursting in the blazing heat. Flames leapt from the stacked log and licked at the sooty glass of the fireplace cassette. Warmth flowed across my lap and the woody scent of the pressed briquettes filled my nose. The living room was unlit. Only the cozy glow of the fire flickered through the room. Dark and ghostly shadows twi...

Author's Note: All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are over 18 years of age. Obviously, this type of behaviour from a teacher is not condoned in real life....

A Big Mistake, Or Was It?
By Chubber
Chapter 1-Sneaky Co-Worker
"Ya baby, I can't wait. It has been awhile hasn't it? I'll be off at 6:00, see you then honey," John said to his wife then hung up the phone smiling.
"Now what the hell are you so giddy about?"
John turned to his co-worker Russ, a middle-aged black man, and giggled, "None of your business."...

DARK AWAKENINGS
Copyright 2025 by Stormbringer
Laura Henderson stood in front of the bedroom mirror, tugging at her skimpy pink bikini with a scowl. The damp fabric clung to her like a second skin after her impulsive pool dip, and she cursed under her breath as she adjusted the top. Her breasts, hovering between a DD and an EE cup, made the task a familiar ordeal she'd always found it difficult to find a bikini or bra that fit right. This one was no different, the thin material straining against her c...

Hey there I'm Lily and this happened when I had my first boyfriend at 18 2 months ago. He was 29 at that time and he's a very good provider and loves me. He unfortunately developed problems getting hard for sex, I asked him to look into some Viagra so we can have fun sexually again but he's very stubborn, it's been so long that we had sex I'm very frustrated unhappy sad....

Anne looked upset and had something purple in her hand.
"Tom! Our baby is having sex!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Look at the crotch of her panties!"
Anne handed me a pair of Samantha's panties. The crotch was crunchy with dried semen particles, but I wasn't surprised. "Anne, she's nineteen. Have you seen her body? She looks like a Playboy model. It would be a miracle if she weren't having sex. Besides, what's the big deal? What's wrong with her having sex as long as she doesn't get pregnant? She's...

Author's Note: All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Clara squinted as she made her way downstairs, the sunlight streaming in through the windows above the stairs seemed too bright, too harsh, especially for her tired eyes that had only had a few hours of sleep. And restless sleep it was. T...

One
Mark Power was bright. Talented. And all American. He accelerated his college studies and graduated in 3 years instead of four. With a degree in International Business he was excited to graduate in April.
Mark also knew his girlfriend of 4 years, Sue, was to graduate high school in mid-June just in time for their wedding two weeks later....

Note: Big Thanks to my editor Xyster as always for the major suggestions/rewrites on this story - it's as much his story as mine.
'Hi, you've reached Kayla. I can't get to the phone right now but please leave a message after the beep.'
"C'mon babe. I know you're mad but let's talk about it. Please call me back when you get this." I hung up the phone and sighed. It had already been a whole day and Kayla still wasn't picking up her darn phone or returning any of my texts....

THE PADRES & THE TONGVA PRIESTESS
by ContinentalPsyOp
She is brown and beautiful in the afternoon sun. Wild, fierce.
Her breasts bounce and twist as she runs and jumps and tumbles, looking for a way to get away. She is nude, barefoot, dark hair rich between her thighs, a dark trail leading down from her navel, and a fierce dark mane atop her head as well....

Chapter Two
Emily Stevens closed her eyes, reclining as her petite, 20-year-old Mormon assistant, Hailey, eagerly lapped at the milky semen dripping from her well-used cunt and asshole--gifts from the black men who'd filled her earlier. A shudder ran through Emily as she recalled the night seven years ago that ignited her obsession with the raw power of black cock....

WARNING: This is a hardcore interracial cuckolding story, with bisexual elements. Typical of my writing focus. Please only proceed if you enjoy the genre. As always, negative comments will be deleted--feel free to invite me to your own story if you have a better one, with my thanks! :-)
ALSO: There's not a lot of recap here. Readers are encouraged to read the first two chapters first. ENJOY!!!...

Hey guys something very strange happened last week and now I got the courage to confess it.
So I've been best friends with this white girl for over 10 years! Her little brother is 3 years younger than us. Growing up he was always the annoying kid who'd cry to his mom and dad and try to get us in trouble for not getting his way....

Devyn was a freshman in college, she was on her own for the first time, and was hoping to meet someone new. Guys her age weren't appealing, she wanted an older man, but not too much, perhaps out of college and working on his real life.
Her and some friends were planning on going to College Night at one of the clubs downtown before school starts. She isn't much for that, but they are all going. Saturday night rolls around, they get into the club, grab a table and observe the crowd....

Whitegirls Like You
Chapter 5 - Ally for Blacks
Trisha fidgeted in her seat, glancing uneasily at the unfamiliar streets flashing past the car windows. "Millie, seriously, where are we going?"
Millie kept her eyes on the road, her grip firm on the steering wheel. "You'll see."
Her mother let out an exasperated sigh. "Millie―"...

Toby, a 34 year old virgin, was browsing the net one night when he found a reddit post with a list of his favorite kind of tiktokt fuckmeat. Asians. Fatass ones. Ones that clearly had more titflesh than sense. Stupid little chinks that would fund hobbies and bad habits long before becoming financially secure. And that was where he found his waifu he found his waifu. She had the cutest face, and the fattest ass. Plus, this one was SO stupid, she didn't block him immediately upon the first racist message! She...

Damn it, shit, shit, shit! The words ran through my mind as I rushed to throw clothes on and clean the scene of the crime, spraying some Febreze I found to cover the smell of raw sex. The knocking was becoming irritating, and it didn't help that he'd started calling "honey!" My heart rate wouldn't slow down, I knew I was flushed. What worried me the most was with my mind in a whirl, I felt I was bound to make a mistake in this crucial moment. The best I could do was settle myself down enough to open the doo...

Night falls over the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Canada Revenue Agency auditor Lance Stewart walked out of the downtown office located near Bank Street. At this hour, the Capital of Canada was lively with the sounds of the night. Young men and women of all hues walked up and down Bank Street, heading to clubs on Rideau Street, restaurants on Metcalfe, and other fun spots along the way. Lance, the fabled office nerd, decided to walk home instead of waiting for the number seven bus. OC Transpo bus lines suck eve...

Mark pulled into the driveway that Tuesday evening, the thrill of his secret voyeurism still buzzing in his veins. He stepped inside, loosening his tie, and found Courtney in the kitchen, humming as she chopped vegetables for dinner. She looked radiant--her cheeks flushed, her curves hugged by a tight little dress--and he couldn't help but smirk, knowing exactly why she glowed. "Hey, honey," he said, dropping his keys on the counter. "How was your day?"...

Later she lay on her bed thinking what had she done, she had just had a man penis in her mouth and and rubbed his sperm into her body. What was she doing? All these things were so Haram. This would never happen in Afghanistan, not even between husband and wife. She didn't even know how to deal with this fight within her, it was wrong, but why did she enjoy it so much? She thought for now, she was going to keep it to myself, and she was going to speak to Dr Ahmed. She was the only other muslim she knew....

It was no modern efficient corporation. The office was a small, cramped space with walls lined with shelves of unorganized audit records. Behind a cluttered desk sat the owner of this one-man business, a balding, overweight Australian accountant. His nameplate read 'Gregory Banks'. He was going through the motions of his work, his mind elsewhere on his financial problems and his lack of sex....

Hey guys I want to tell you my first time with a white guy when I was 18. We were friends Nothing more. Just two kids from Jersey traveling abroad who happened to bump into each other by stereotypical mistake. His White European friends dared him to go and talk to that Black girl sitting on the beach, who was really a Black American girl in disguise. After listening to his tired pick up line, I cut him off and bluntly asked him where he was from. Shocked, he laughed, because he thought I was Brazilian. He w...

Mark rolled into the driveway Monday morning, his suitcase rattling behind him as he stepped through the front door. His flight was delayed, extending his time away and his tension. The house smelled of coffee and Courtney's perfume, and she greeted him with a bright, eager smile, her curves hugged by a snug tank top and leggings. "Welcome home, babe!" she chirped, wrapping him in a hug that pressed her firm breasts against his chest....

A Pyrrhic Victory, Act I: Blindsided
by jaxjack1980
Author's Note: The following story is entirely fictional and comes from the author's imagination and creative efforts. Any resemblances to real-live people, living or dead, or to any real-life places. businesses, events, or situations (Aside from the use of the University of Michigan football team and its stadium along with a very real-life inspiration of an embarrassing defeat they experienced.) are entirely coincidental and do not truly reflect the...

Author note: Any ideas on where the story should go next?
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Tom:
I heard the garage door slowly creak open like an eighty-year-old with arthritis. I needed to oil it one day. It meant Sue was home. She always parked her car in the garage.
Sometimes, it takes her a while to make it from the garage to my office, but today, she flew up the steps and was beaming when she entered the room....

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Mark and Courtney's bedroom. Mark stirred awake, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he replayed the previous night in his mind. After Courtney's sultry offer, they'd stumbled upstairs, wine glasses abandoned, and he'd finally claimed her tight, perfect ass. It had been a revelation--her silky heat gripping his five-inch cock as he pounded into her, her moans filling the room until he'd erupted, spilling deep inside her with...

Nabeela awoke to the words.
"Time to wake up Princess."
It was Stella, whispering in her ear,
"So proud of you sweetie, how was my little gift and having Master Edward's all over you?"
Stella noticed that as soon as she mentioned both things to Naheela, she sat up wide awake and looked right at her....