Spade Stories

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Maltese Penis

by Jenny _S on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Someone knocked on glass door of the Spade & Archer office. From under his dark brown fedora, Sam Spade pried open one eye then placed the half bottle of Old Sweat Sock in his desk drawer while he shoved the cock he had been stroking back in his pants. Rising, he straightened his trench coat, drawing the belt tight around his waist and tied it in a knot. "Co...

It Started With A Personal Ad

by Masternslut on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

She was sitting at a small table in the dark, loud, smoky bar that she had shyly walked into. Nursing a glass of Pepsi, she looked around through her eyelashes, wondering if the person she was supposed to meet was there. No one was walking toward her though. So she just sat there, both hands wrapped around her glass, back stiff, not making eye contact with a...

My Humiliating Fundraiser

by b7ffh1 on Oct 6, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Author's Note: This is the follow-up encounter between Kavitha and Jamal promised at the end of "Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam" and "My Humiliating Immigration Exam." While this story can be read on its own, it references characters from these stories as well as from "Mom, Medical School, and Dr. Jamal." All the kids had left for the day, and I was in...

A Requiem for Masculinity

by allourdesires on Jun 11, 2019
Loving Wives

It was a seedy watering hole down by the tracks; the kinda place with lukewarm beer and watered down liquor. But Monday nights? It was standing room only on Monday nights! Mondays was when Spade and his pretty wife would come in... She'd lead him over to the piano and have him play the blues while she sang...and stripped...and gave blowjobs to all the cops...

Black Man One Ch. 14

by Weak_White_Wimp on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

I was devastated by the sudden presence of the young black stud at our front door. After I finished relieving myself, I walked out of the bathroom with the front of pants partially wet. I looked over to my wife, Julie, who was still passed out cold on the bed. Numerous black ink spade stamps were strategically placed all over her body and face, and they we...

Gothic Weekend with My Master

by Shellybeth on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Standing in the shower, watering cascading down her back as she rinses the shampoo from her hair, the anticipation of what's ahead makes the butterflies in her stomach wrench up a notch and the throbbing between her legs increase from the gentle rhythm it has sat at all day to the next level. Pouring gel onto the sponge she slowly sponges her body, her mind...

Black Man One Ch. 13

by Weak_White_Wimp on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

My insecurity continued to grow with each passing day during the next three weeks, as did the insecurities of the other 12 white husbands in our little condo community. Each day during the work week while the husbands worked, the young black stud had all of our wives hanging around him at his soon to be gym. The white wives continued assisting and preparin...

Sam Spade 14: Case of the Don Who Wasn't Pt. 02

by KaereniSister on Oct 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

This story is copyrighted 2016 by Kaereni, may not be excerpted, reprinted, reproduced, or reposted in any form without the express written consent of the author. Visitors to this web site may read or temporarily download pages but are not permitted to modify or re-distribute them. The story may contain sexual activities and situations that are to be read o...

The Two Emmas

by RogerArcher90 on Aug 30, 2017
Group Sex

Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story, "Natasha's Ploy", so I would recommend that you read that story to familiarise yourself with the premise and background of the story first, before sinking your teeth into this one. ***** Emma slipped her hand into her bra and readjusted her breast so that it sat a bit more comfortably in the cup. She had...

No Controlling Legal Authority - Prologue

by TheScribe on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Grateful acknowledgment is given to my dear friend Louise, aka, [email protected], without whose able assistance and keen eye I would never have learned the difference between taut and taunt and a host of other pitfalls for the unlearned. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to persons known or unknown is unintentional. This story was writte...