Fx Any Making Some New Snowbunnies {interracial; NSFW links; NEW FACES}

the.amorous.bunny

the.amorous.bunny

Super-Earth
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Calling what just happened to her an "orgasm" felt insane, compared to what she'd been calling them her entire life. Her body felt alive, the tingling sensations only matched and overwhelmed by the sheer fullness. The absolutely massive black cock stretched her; she could feel her nether lips spreading wide to accommodate him. The tool hadn't just fucked her; it had wrecked her. Her body felt battered, nearly bruised, aching with lust and want. The sensations kept washing over her again and again, as if her body couldn't stop cumming now that it had begun. She felt her sex spasm even as he withdrew from her, a process that felt like it took forever. Their mixed arousal dribbled and drooled out of her sex, thick fingers gathering it, pushing it inside her still quivering body.

A hand patted her perfect little rear, encouraging her, reminding her. The little taps punched through the lust, even as they made her shiver once more. She shifted, mussed hair sticking to face and lips as she tried to look back at her dark lover. Eyes looked upward toward him, lips parting, words attempting to form as her brain struggled to grasp coherent thought: "I---I'm a Queen of Spades now," she all but breathed. "From now on I only f---fuck black guys. My pussy is theirs for whatever they---ahaa!" She hadn't even finished the near oath when he slid his still hard cock inside her again, her body quivering. The realization hit her nearly as powerfully as the earlier orgasms:

They were about to do it all over again.

The new Queen of Spades mewled as a small orgasm rippled through her body. Her legs spread, her body arched, as she oh so readily welcomed the cock back inside her, to usher her into her new life...


The Queen of Spades


A woman who sleeps exclusively with black men, particularly those who are exceptionally well endowed, to the exclusion of all others. They may still be married or in a relationship with another of a different race, which in turn leads to cuckolding, often with their partners' agreement. Some don't consider a Queen truly crowned until she takes the mark: a Q tattoo overlaid a black spade, usually placed upon the ass, above the sex, or on the ankle.​


I'm looking for those interested and willing to write erotica with a strong focus on interracial concepts. I am interested almost solely in pairing white, Asian, Hispanic females with black males and/or females. I am not interested in the other way around. My preference is to include some of the standard interracial tropes, like the ones I mentioned above, but we don't have to get too into it. The primary focus should be on the sexual pleasure that comes from this, mixed with the whole idea of it being highly taboo, with black cock being impressive to the point of near supernatural feeling. I know this can be loaded, but I'm primarily focusing on the whole sexual fantasy here.

While I can understand the desires, I'm not interested in the reverse. White/Asian/Hispanic men on women of color has no interest to me.

I do still want there to be characters at the core of this with some personality and identity. I generally prefer for the female looking for the BBC to be at least initially reluctant, possibly not looking for BBC and certainly not expecting to become a snowbunny/Queen of Spades. That being said, I've been flirting more and more with scenarios where a girl makes "one bad decision" and the consequences unravel from there, so there's some possibilities. Obviously the main kink is interracial, please look at my f-list for more. but I am also fairly literate, so I'm looking for responses of a decent quality. Length can vary, but I'm unlikely to do less than a few paragraphs.

This thread is going up on both male and female request boards; I'm interested in writing either role.

I am also primarily interested in using realistic AI art for the females in question. I have several galleries which I'll be sharing at the bottom. I don't insist upon a partner finding a male face unless they want (though I'd love to go looking for one or search through them). I highly like this visual element, but I can emphasize it less if so desired.


"It's my honeymoon," Chloe all but purred, writhing against the sheets below. Even as the pretty young thing said those words, as she almost cooed her situation, her trembling thighs parted. She couldn't tell if it was from her own desire for what lay between them or from the firm grip of the impressive man leaning over her. That man wasn't her husband; wasn't the one who'd walked her down the aisle; wasn't who she'd worn her sexy little bridal lingerie for. Chloe struggled even in that moment to fully remember his name, even as he shifted the delicate lace of her pantie.

Chloe's arousal made the fabric stick to her body, little strands of want clinging, snapping as he moved. A thick, black finger pressed against her slit. The bride let out another soft noise, hips rolling again. She'd teased and denied herself for this night. Told herself that putting off sex up until the marriage had been a good idea. That it would make it all special. But her needy young body, still ripe, craved that attention. She'd wanted it from her darling husband, wanted to feel him sliding between her legs, instead of this massive, womb-wrecking tool that positioned itself at her core. Yet that want didn't close her legs. She knew it should, knew that she shouldn't want to start her marriage by cheating on her husband. The words bubbled up, only coming out as a whimper as he shifted his hips, teasing her sex.

Likely they'd done something. Spiked her drink. Or maybe that odd fruit had been laced with something. Because Chloe's body felt aflame, as if she would melt onto the fine sheets now. She told herself that roiling lust was why her blue eyes looked up at the man above her, the one who wasn't her husband, the one who contrasted so sharply with her. It had to be the lust that made her hips roll, her sex kissing that domed head. Her arousal anointed him, not that he needed her permission. He'd made that clear. His thick hands grabbed onto Chloe's taut ass. Her lips parted with another audible click, turning into a moan as she felt him shift, just starting to enter. Her needful sex, her hungry pussy parted for him, heat moving to surround his head as he entered her newlywed pussy, his cock more than ready for the task.

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Art and Faces

I like to use pictures for the characters. I've lately been leaning toward a more realistic sort of thing (I think it's technically AI art if you're going to be particular). I have used other artists, but I like that AI art feels a bit more free and open for this sort of thing. I've broken up some personal favorites, and I have several galleries. I would very much like this to be a part of the RP. Stars indicate newer ones/ones I'm interested in RPing most with



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Lily Soubry, rising model and shooting star, closed her pretty blue eyes and let her tongue loll out flat. She knew in an instant that the expression and setup completed the seemingly on camera transformation from untouchable blonde beauty to needy little slut. Inwardly Lily told herself it was because she just wanted to finish the video. She had that upcoming shoot that would really make things, and she just needed this money to get until then. put up with it. Show that you're a good little worker. Do what they wanted and get it over with. Chances were they wouldn't even use the damn thing; most of these were just shot and canned.

Yet as that black cock bounced in her face, the thick aroma wafting toward her, she felt that familiar sensation between her legs. It had been building since the almost crude "male talent' had slapped her ass the moment she'd arrived on set. That desire to give way to him, to let her have his way with her achingly perfect body. She was all too aware of how imperfect he looked, his shape a little saggy, his face less than perfect. But the thick, massive cock that jutted toward her face spoke of utter perfection. It beckoned her, singing to the sexual creature inside. Lily found herself leaning back, felt that hunger almost rising. He'd claimed this would only be the first one, that they were going to fuck her hard, and while some part of her still doubted, she found herself wanting that more and more.

Lily still flinched as that first burst of hot seed hit her pretty face. She felt it splash against her cheek, a thick band of white seed. Another soon followed. Another. Then a steady almost spray that landed in her mouth. She felt it pooling in the open cavity there, filling her more and more. It felt as if it would overflow, would run out from her needy open lips to ooze down to the barely there top they'd provided. Lily fought the urge to swallow, remembering the order. But fuck, if this wasn't a lot of seed. It began oozing down her throat and along her face, a few more splashing against her. She felt thoroughly debauched, claimed, and she tilted her head toward the camera, letting it catch it all. Just this one little video. It shouldn't hurt. Really.

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Bunny Holes


♠♠♠Shoplifter to Snowbunny: a future snowbunny is caught by a particularly imposing bull shoplifting in a store. Perhaps she was following a new trend where girls wear swimsuits or lingerie under their normal clothes to smuggle it out. Maybe she was stealing at a sex shop or needed condoms in a hurry. Either way, she's given a thorough pat-down (even better if she's told she should cum in stolen clothes since she wants them so bad).


♠♠♠From Superheroine to Snowbunny: he's known as the Bull, and he claims to have a unique method of removing superheroines from the picture. He fucks them into oblivion, essentially making them his playthings. He often starts at night, when a heroine is most exhausted and vulnerable to really get his hands on them and begin that conversion process.


♠♠♠Spaded Institute: one of the most esteemed private schools, SI specializes in setting a girl for life. Whether that be an impressive marriage, an exemplary college, connections, or possible... other directions, the school is well known for its placement. However, it's highly selective, specializing in girls who are in their eighteenth or possibly nineteenth year, with strict discipline policies and agendas.


♠♠♠Breaking Bad for Big Black Cock: a girl is working hard to gain some traction. Maybe she's a rising pop star or a sort of Disney type starlet looking to branch out into something a bit more adult and edgy. She gets the potential to work with a well respected artist, but the only slight ruffle is that if he's working with a female, it's only after he's had his fun (he may even insist that he only works with Queens of Spades, if we want to go that far). How far is our girl willing to go to get her big break?


♠♠♠Big Black Bachelorette Party: she's about to get married and is super excited! However, on the night of her usual bachelorette party, one of her relatives or a friend insists that they get a particular kind of entertainment. The stripper who arrives isn't there just to strip, but to give the bride the night of her life, and maybe beyond.


♠♠♠Girls Night Out: our girl just came back from a Honeymoon that wasn't quite as.... successful as she'd like. She meets up with a friend who suggests a fun night out. Drinks and drugs soon lead our newlywed wife into a compromising situation, and things spiral from there.


♠♠♠Bull for the Weekend: our girl, possibly married or with a dedicated boyfriend, really wants to experience what it's like to be "owned." She does some research, and is pointed toward a site that lets her have a "bull" for the weekend. That sounds great to her. What she doesn't realize is that she's signing up to be a snowbunny for a bull... and that she's going to absolutely love it.


♠♠♠ Just One Video: she decides for whatever reason to do a porn video. Just the one. Maybe she needs the money. Or maybe she thinks she's giving her SO an awesome gift. She signs up with someone she heard has great reviews, did the preliminaries, etc. Soon she finds out that Spade Entertainment has more purposes for her, and she's gonna be their newest star.


♠♠♠Is This What You Wanted?: wanting to surprise her SO a girl gets a brilliant idea. She'll set up a professional porn shoot, aiming for precisely what her partner's most intense, favorite fetish happens to be. She sneaks on to look and is utterly shocked by the amount of BBC stuff, seemingly focused on a black guy fucking someone's girlfriend/wife. It doesn't help that most of the videos and images look a lot like her. Not thrilled, but already committed to the idea (and wanting to prove she's not a prude), she sets things up...


♠♠♠Girls Gone Wild: Spade Entertainment has a brand new take on the formula, one that's more "acceptable." They go out to parties and bars and the like to record young, drunk girls, but they do so to help the girls become more racially aware, sexually speaking. The girls aren't just showing their boobs and making out with each other (though there's plenty of that). They're also stretching pussies with black cock, and maybe even getting down and dirty with some too.


♠♠♠Holiday Flirtations: she's on holiday. Maybe it's a honeymoon or a special trip with her boyfriend. Maybe it's Spring Break. Either way, she figures her best bet is to flirt with the locals. She's heard it's a good way to get special service. What she doesn't realize is how forward the locals can be, and whether or not she might like the attention.


♠♠♠Blacked For Charity: she has to do charity work for whatever reason. Maybe it's for a scholarship or participation for her sorority or club, maybe even a church thing. She's assigned a notoriously difficult individual, and told that if she can make them happy, she's guaranteed a good review. Said person would love to take advantage of just that situation, and would be happiest if she'd work her hand or maybe even something else.


♠♠♠Don't Work There: she's been told to stay away from that place. Don't go to work there. Girls go in, and then end up never leaving. But she needs the money (or needs information or something else). And sure the work uniform is annoying and the environment odd, but the pay is great. And it turns out her boss is really... hands on.


♠♠♠Zebra Lounge: the Zebra Lounge is an impressive club, well known for its important clientele. A girl or group of girls hears about a particularly impressive (black) celebrity who's going to be there. They'd do anything to get that VIP access!
 
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Melody felt her entire body quiver as that hand gripped tight on her hair and yanked back. The shock of pain should've pissed her off, would've normally. Cool girlfriend she might be, but she drew the line at hair pulling. That was the sort of shit you grew out of. Yet this guy wasn't pulling hair to misplace affection or be a dick. No, he pulled it to yank her gasping face upward. Those pretty pink lips parted in a sharp gasp as another shock of arousal zapped through her toned body. Melody, cool girlfriend, the one who hung out with the guys and drank beer, the one who joined in poker nights, the one who was totally cool with not just watching porn but apparently starring in it, moaned like a good little porn starlet.
A gestured reminded Melody of her lines, not that she had to struggle to come up with words: "Oh fuck!' she spat as she felt him slamming nearly to the hilt. Her sex gripped every inch of him, squeezing hard, quivering as if the massive black cock had been electrified first. With how her pussy danced and shivered, Melody almost thought it was that way. But no, just the biggest, longest cock she'd ever felt. "He's so deep," she all but whined to the camera. "Babe, he's fucking me so hard," this was supposed to play into her boyfriend's kink, that weird little fetish. He'd wanted to see his super cool, super hot girlfriend just get utterly wrecked by a massive black cock.

"It's so fucking big!" Melody repeated, shivering. She felt another tug, felt her body tense as a burst of arousal ripped through her. Her eyes fluttered as a deep, throaty moan came out, "fuck, it feels so fucking good!" she said, adding a near yelp as she felt his other hand grip onto her. "Fuck me!' she all but barked. "Fuck my cheating little pussy. Fuck it so hard," she groaned again, shivering. That tension spiraled all the tighter within her core, winding her more and more. Melody shivered, ecstasy taking control of her body. "I'm gonna cum!" she announced it with an almost breathy surprise, as if this was the first time this dark fiend had inflicted an orgasm onto her increasingly willing body. "Fuck, he's all up inside me and I'm gonna cum!' she felt her sex spasming, milking him harder and harder.

Melody's tight sex rippled, squeezing, barely suppressing her own burst of arousal. The girl knew vaguely that she should hold out for the shot anyway. That they'd love if she came at the same time as he did. But her body almost craved it to. It wanted to betray her boyfriend. He'd wanted this. This hung black stud behind her would slam deeper into her pussy than anyone or anything had gone, and Melody would cum her brains out. She felt her body quivering, trying to rock back, as if he'd let her do more than squirm and writhe in his grasp. She gaped, practically begging for that sweet release, her lips above and below trying their best to damn everything in between​
 
Chloe looked at the camera as she came hard.

it seemed to start at her thighs, which began trembling almost violently, quivering. Perhaps that was because they were the closest to the absolute monster of a cock that had buried itself most of the way into the coed's cute little pussy. Her nether lips, just barely showing from the raised skirt she still wore, clung tightly to the cock, worked every bit of the incredibly hard, incredibly thick tool that stretched her aching sex. That rolling orgasm worked its way upward, her taut abdomen quivering as it jerked around it. Chloe swore she could almost feel the cock in her womb, like her contorting belly muscles massaged that deepest part of her insides, helped prepare them, helped prepare her for the black cock banging on her entrance. The orgasm rolled up, jiggling her barely supported tits. The sexy schoolgirl outfit didn't just seem to be part of the fantasy, but seemed to add to the debauchery of the whole thing. Like the barely there top, the flared plaid skirt, the lacy white stockings, were all there to accent and accentuate. Chloe had been dressed in the appropriate uniform for her new life.

Interracial porn star.

It didn't even quite dawn on the cutie as her blue eyes locked with the camera. as they practically glowed through her orgasm. As her lips parted to let out a yelp of delight. Her head lurched back, the dirty blonde hair slapping against her back. Thick hands gripped her hips, pulled her tight. Her partner in crime, that ebon wunderkund, used Chloe's orgasm to thud more and more against her. She felt her insides quivering, giving way to him. More and more cock slid in and out of her as she climaxed. She felt her sex milking him, gripping tight, begging for more. Spasms of pleasure and nerves shot through her. she all but erupted upon him, her pussy so thrilled to be stretched like this.

Her head rolled forward and back as she tried to gain hold of her sensations. Maybe if he'd just let her experience the orgasm, she would have. But he seemed determined to drive her past it. Chloe's yelp turned into a near series as she pushed back and forth against him, another orgasm soon riding on the heels of the first. 'Fuck, I'm cumming----" she hissed, like they couldn't tell. She felt hair slide into her face but didn't care. Her blue eyes, glazing with pleasure, looked at the camera, knew the truth: she wasn't going back to normal sex after this.​
 
The gorgeous blonde's soft little noises were getting louder and louder. Her head turned from side to side, driven by the roiling lust bubbling up from within. Pretty pink lips parted to let out soft moans or sharp little breathy sighs. Sleep deadened her awareness, kept those sharp green eyes closed shut, but did little to prevent the expert manipulations of the dark skinned man upon her body. Each touch, each caresses, each lick drove that heat up further and further inside her. Her body felt that trembling rise, the man teasing her no doubt recognizing it. Arousal had long since joined sweat in causing the flimsy material of her barely there panties to cling to her puffed sex. The fabric twisted and turned, thumbs just barely moving it aside.

The blonde's body arched as the tongue lathered her almost flat navel. As she landed, the tongue returned, driving home. The gasps came quicker, sharper. Eyelids started fluttering as the intensity of the pleasure started driving her from her sleep. Thick black hands clasped her petite body in place, preventing her from getting away from the ravishing of her sex. The oral work kept its work, and the pussy spasmed and jerked in response. Soon her body arched, a soft, sharp noise the only audible alert of the orgasm that burst through her. The lightning pulse of arousal worked quick, alighting nerves as it fired through her. It punched into sleep and dream, causing her to squirm more. He kept working, kept teasing, and she was already writhing again as her eyes fluttered.

She recognized the pleasure hitting her even before consciousness. "So good," she mumbled, thinking it surely had to be her boyfriend or the like. When she felt lips descending, she moved hers in kind, not thinking. when the kiss turned rough ,when she didn't recognize the tongue plunging into her mouth even as she knew the sharp taste, her eyes shot open. A moan of protest spiked with pleasure as fingers punched into her tight folds. He'd somehow perfectly aligned another climax with her awakening, her petite, perfect body little more than a plaything for his manipulations. She all but screamed into his mouth, body jerking violently. The pleasure felt so unlike anything she'd ever felt before, enough that she struggled to tear her lips away.

When her orgasm subsided, if he let it, she'd be panting, bits of spittle still clinging to her lips, her green eyes looking up at him in daze and pleasure. she felt her thighs tremble, knew she needed to close her legs. Now that she was conscious she could deny him. Her mind told her as much. But her body didn't want to part, not as she felt something thick, hard, and throbbing pressing against her pulsing need.​
 
"Err, what?" Erin stupidly asked, nearly gaping. They'd clearly arranged things to go like this, which the redhead realized even in the midst of alcoholic fog and rising lust. Here she was, naked and mid-masturbation, her hands still teasing her increasingly aching pussy, when the very inspiration for said masturbation had stepped up, that question now hanging in the air. Would she actually fuck a black man?
Erin bit her lip, knowing that the hesitation here didn't look good. She was a pale ass white girl, a redhead with literal freckles. Those were almost always the ones who weren't just racist but super racist. That had been part of why she'd been so totally ready to do this. Sure, it was about having fun and cutting loose on Spring Break, possibly seeing her smiling, freckled face on the thumbnail of some Girls Gone Wild style video. It had all sounded cool in the abstract, and Erin liked to think of herself as cool. Cool enough to masturbate when looking at first that big, black dildo then at an almost equally big, black cock. Her arousal definitely showed, her sex slightly swollen, moisture clinging to her still present fingers. They'd clearly been watching close, because they'd stopped Erin just short of cumming.

Fuck, now she needed to cum up with something or they'd probably spring. Erin chewed her lip a moment, before remembering. "C-can we maybe try the dildo first?" she asked, nodding toward where they'd set the toy aside. It still looked daunting and hot as hell, Erin not certain if it was as big if not bigger than the real thing. She tentatively reached down for her pussy, sort of teasing it a bit, sort of showing. "I just... don't know if it will fit," she said, only partially lying. She was pretty sure that pussies stretched and some part of her wanted to find out. "So, like, maybe just the dildo thing? Then if it goes well, we could, I don't know, switch or something?" There ,she'd still be open to it. She wasn't against fucking a black guy.

Erin's bright green eyes flicked from actual cock to fake, back up to the guy. She couldn't quite fight this sinking feeling, like he'd wanted her to make the suggestion. But that was stupid, right? This was just a video, not some weird mind game... right?​
 
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