BlackAngel

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Gender: Male

Birthday: November 30, 1976

Location: United States of America

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When I'm not reading erotica I like to read: -

My favorite word for "penis" is: cock

My favorite word for "vagina" is: cunt

I write erotica because: I love interracial, non-consent and gang-rape stories

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Introduction

by BlackAngel

Chapter 1 in Black Cock School For A White College Girl

Jenna Mertens was a new student, new to college and new to the city. She was from a very small town and was excited to have been accepted into State, be able to mix with the thousands that were enrolled there. Unfortunately, meeting new people didn't come easily to her. Jenna wa...

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Sweetback, the pimp

by BlackAngel

Chapter 7 in Virtual Unreality

Sweetback, the pimp watched intently as each bus slipped into its parking place and unloaded the passengers. It was nine in the evening and the old bus depot had an eerieness about it at that time of the day. There were a few people milling around waiting for passengers, obviousl...

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Looking for a place to stay?

by BlackAngel

Chapter 2 in Julia

"Looking for a place to stay, girlie?" a tall black guy asked. Julia tried to push past him, but he grabbed her, taking her backpack containing all her worldly goods. "This way," he called out, moving off. Oh no what can she do but follow. "You can crash here," he announced, show...

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Introduction

by BlackAngel

Chapter 1 in A Country Girl's Dream

Yesterday had marked the end of her second week and her motel room rent was now due or out she would go. She had a handful of bills in her purse and she needed these for food and other essentials. She was feeling depressed and lost. Two weeks, after leaving the fresh greene...

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Introduction

by BlackAngel

Chapter 1 in Runaway Molly

The Greyhound bus was only half full as it made its way into Iowa from Illinois. Most of the passengers were riding alone and stared out the windows at the fields of corn and soybeans that stretched to the horizon. Molly sat by a window toward the rear of the bus. She watched the...

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