Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Susan reached down and furiously worked her clit while he carried on penetrating, and it wasn’t long before she felt her climax begin to surface. She shrieked like an animal and squirted all over the place, quite possibly ruining the artist’s expensive-looking couch.

  Akhtar withdrew from her aching hole, and Susan speedily spun round to take it in her mouth, keen to swallow her own juicy flavorings from the meaty shaft. “We’re not done yet,” he said.

  “Ok,” said Susan, and got on all fours again, presenting her peachy ass to him, ready and waiting.

  Akhtar stood by the side of the couch, whilst pushing Susan’s face into the couch cushions, forcing her to arch her back further. He got on his knees behind her, and nudged the tip of his cock up against her pussy once again. It was still tight, but the pre-cum on his helmet made things easier, and with one aggressive hip-thrust, the big man was able to penetrate her again, and slid all the way back inside.

  She gasped loudly and thrashed her head back as Akhtar nailed her. He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back firmly, whilst he put one foot up on the couch arm to get better leverage, clearly enjoying being balls deep in the fleshy young rump.

  Susan glanced to the side and saw his huge chest flex as he pumped her, and she held onto the couch for dear life, the whole room seeming to shake and tremble. It was Akhtar’s turn to cum, and he reached down to cradle his own tightening nuts, as Susan felt the girth throb deep inside her.

  The artist was at a point of no return, slamming away, and as Susan clenched her teeth, Akhtar gasped, “I only take young ladies bareback... and there’s no way I’m going to stop...”

  The artist let out one final animalistic cry, his balls drawing up as he came. He shot jets of thick, milky seed deep inside Susan’s body, flooding her insides. His sperm swam speedily, impatient to reach their destination.

  Susan turned around and sat down on the couch, opened her legs wide and looked down as the spooge dripped from her. Akhtar stood above her and milked the last drop of his semen onto her eager tongue, which she gulped down hurriedly, licking her lips.

  “That was the best exhibition I’ve ever seen.” Said Susan. “You sure paint like a pro.”

  “Yes, I’m pleased with my efforts. Today was one of my better efforts, in fact,” said Akhtar.

  Susan felt great. Her adventure into discovering more about her favorite artist was complete, and at last she felt warm and full.

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  MAKING THE TEAM

  By

  Tess West

  W ith a heavy sigh Candice slouched into the battered red couch. The furniture in the common room of her dorm was always in a state of general disrepair, as it seemed the freshmen who made up the inhabitants of Hamil Hall did not like having nice things. She rested her bag on the floor beside her, and digging into it she pulled out her biology book with the intent of studying it. She spent barely five minutes reading it before slamming it closed in a huff. Angrily she tossed the book on the coffee table, where it landed with a surprisingly loud bang.

  “Woah girl, everything alright?” Candice’s closest friend at the school, Erica, walked up with a concerned look on her face.

  Candice grimaced. “No. I’m screwed. I got a call from my mom this morning. Dad got laid off yesterday, with no severance or anything. And Mom, she can’t pick up any more hours at the plant. So she said they wouldn’t be able to afford spring tuition. And unless Dad gets another job soon, the fall will be out too.”

  “Damn, that blows. I’m really sorry to hear that.”

  “Yeah,” Candice said, gesturing to her biology book. “It makes it hard to focus on something like finals. I mean, what’s the point if I won’t be able to come back. I can already see how it’ll happen. I’ll go back home and get a job to help out. One thing will lead to another, and I’ll never set foot in here again. I swear, my hometown is like a tar pit… you never get out.”

  Erica reached out and grabbed Candice’s shoulder. “Look, you got out once, if the worst comes to the worst and you have to go home, you can do it again. But look, maybe you can find another way. Could be there are some scholarships you could apply for. Or maybe a job that will pay well enough - if you got on a payment plan with the school, you could work it out. Just got to stay positive, girl. Don’t give up yet. Definitely don’t give up on finals, you throw them out the window, may as well just stay at home and not bother coming back.”

  Candice nodded reluctantly. “I know you’re right. And don’t worry, I’ll keep studying. It’s just a lot to process, you know? Especially this close to the end of the semester. Had this come earlier in, I would have had more options. It’s tough.”

  Erica switched her pack to her other shoulder. “It is. You know, anything I can do to help, anything at all, just let me know. I’ll keep an eye out for jobs and stuff for sure, you know that. But first things first, you should go see the financial aid department. Maybe you can get a loan or something?”

  “Yeah,” said Candice. “I hadn’t even thought of that, which shows how messed up this whole thing has me. I think I’ll go do that now. Want to meet up later, have a coffee?”

  Erica grinned broadly. “Sure thing.”

  Candice sat in the plush chair, tapping her fingers nervously against her leg. Across the desk from her the financial affairs officer was looking over his transcripts, to see what help the school could possibly provide. The man was leaned back, silently looking over everything. It had been like this for several minutes now, and Candice was growing anxious.

  The man cleared his throat. “I see your grades here. Not bad, but not really where they need to be for most scholarships.”

  Candice got a sinking feeling in her gut. She was desperate to avoid loans, even if she could get them.

  “That said, they would easily be good enough for an athletic scholarship. I see here you played Lacrosse in high school. Girls’ Championship team.”

  “Yes sir,” answered Candice.

  The man set the papers down and looked at her. “You see the school has decided to start a girls’ Lacrosse team. Tryouts are this week and next, in fact. And there will be a few scholarships offered. Might I suggest that? In the interim, we will get you a loan application in, see where that gets us. Just in case.”

  Candice practically ran from the office, she was so elated.

  She spent most of the morning out on the field knocking the rust off her skills. She had been spending every moment that she wasn’t studying or in class out there, readying herself for tryouts. All the while she had been noticing the man she hoped would be her future Coach watching her. Coach Rawlings was a large man, not fat, but heavily muscular. He was black, and big and intimidating, without ever having to yell. He was the sort of authoritative man that folks would shut up and listen to.

  Her actual tryout was scheduled for that afternoon, and she was fairly worried. Candice hoped she would be able to perform up to her abilities, but Rawlings made her nervous. She just wasn’t used to a Coach that didn’t scream and shout. It was much harder to read when you were dealing with a man like that, harder to adjust to fit what was needed.

  She had a good sweat going, so she decided to head for the locker room and grab a shower and cool off. She planned to throw on fresh clothes for the tryout, and thought she might even hit the sauna for a bit to loosen up her muscles.

  The locker room was nice, being the female soccer team’s during the fall, but they had all but completely cleared out for the end of the semester. Shrugging out of her shirt, she sat down on a bench and unlaced her shoes. Just in her shorts and sports bra, she picked up her shower gel and towel and walked into the shower room.

  The room was huge, with several open showers scattered along the far wall. She placed her bottle of gel down on one of the adjacent benches, walked over to one of the showers, turned the steel handle and hopped back. Almost instantly, hot water began pouring down in a steady burst, narrowly missing her. She walked back over to
the bench, unhooked her bra and slipped down her shorts and underwear, before plonking them down on top of the bench.

  The room was already filling with steam, a thin layer of condensation forming across the large mirrors. With her gel in hand, Candice made her way back over to the shower, and put her hand under the cascade.

  “Just right,” she said to herself softly, and stepped under the warm water.

  She held out her palm and squeezed a generous dollop of gel into her hand, placed the bottle down on the white tiled floor and began to rub her hands together, working up a frothy mass of soapy bubbles. She lifted her arms and washed under her pits, the white suds creating a miniature whirlpool in the drain at her feet.

  Another generous squeeze followed, and she washed the soothing liquid over her perky breasts and flat stomach. She ducked her head under the falling water and closed her eyes, letting it crash down over her head. For that moment, she suddenly felt her nerves about the tryout almost disappear. It marveled her how water always had that kind of soothing effect on her. But as her eyes were tightly shut and she enjoyed the moment alone, she heard a deep voice come from over her shoulder.

  “Hey, got a minute to talk?”

  Stunned, Candice abruptly swiveled her head, her eyes wide and her bare ass cheeks clenched.

  It was Rawlings, his bulk leaned up against the doorway, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, his football shoulder pads still on.

  What the hell is he doing in here?!

  Candice gulped. “Uh yeah, sure… I guess. What’s up?” she said, suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was naked, her hands hurriedly moving down to cover her groin and breasts, turning to face the Coach.

  Rawlings stepped into the room, and leaned his back against the wall, opposite to where she was standing. “Look, Candice. It’s your tryout in about an hour’s time, as you well know, and I just want to make sure that you’re fully prepared. I mean, there’s a lot riding on this, after all.”

  “Ummm, yeah. I’m fully prepared. I think.” Said Candice, not feeling so relaxed anymore, the worries of her tryout and the presence of the big man in front of her playing heavily on her mind.

  She watched as the Coach’s eyes traveled down from her upper body to her right hand, which was covering her nether region. Candice couldn’t deny the arousal that was heightening under her hand-shield. She managed to switch the shower off with her elbow, stepped out from under it and side-stepped over to the bench, where she grabbed her towel with her left hand and wrapped it around herself. The Coach’s eyes didn’t leave her for a second.

  “ Fully prepared?” Rawlings asked, his tone more serious.

  “What are you playing at?” Candice asked nervously.

  “Uh uh. Not so fast, girl. The question is, what are you playing at?”

  “Nothing...” She tried to say more but no words would come out.

  “Cat got your tongue? Well, maybe this will get you talking.”

  Rawlings took off his shoulder pads and t-shirt, revealing his beefy chest, broad shoulders and ripped stomach. He flexed, and his upper body seemed to almost double in thickness and mass.

  As Candice gazed at the muscle stud, she felt herself getting wet underneath her towel.

  He pressed her against the changing bench, and leaned over her. His body was strong and hot against her. “You've never been deflowered, have you, girl?”

  “No,” Candice gasped as the Coach traced the outside of her ear with his long, warm tongue.

  “Well, I’m going to take care of that for you.”

  Her breath quickened as the Coach’s thick tongue followed her cheek down to the side of her neck, grazing her soft skin with the enamel of his teeth, teasing her. “It's playtime.”

  Candice tumbled back onto the wide bench, and Rawlings straddled her lap. She felt his hot breath on her, his tongue moving south. She was getting soaked, without touch. He undid her towel and tugged it down over her hips. He lifted her legs up and rested them on his broad shoulders.

  “Jesus!” she yelled as he breathed on her sex, sniffing her tight and ready pussy. He slid a long finger up and down the length of her lips, making her arch her back. At the same time, he moved his torso up and flicked his tongue over one of her rock hard nipples. She moaned and writhed as she was touched and teased by the older hunk. He spread her legs wider and traced his fingertip along the length of her pussy again, before licking his lips and looking at her. “Coach!” Candice gasped. “Oh, Coach, sir... fuck.”

  Rawlings carried on licking and sucking at her nipples, moving from one to the other. He stood up straight, undid his shorts and yanked them down along with his boxers, exposing his huge, stiff black cock. Candice gazed at it, and reached out to touch its smooth, hard length, playfully squeezing the full balls. Rawlings let her caress it with her fingers before bringing it close to her mouth. Candice licked at it as best she could from her position on the bench.

  “So, girl, ready to get filled?”

  “God, yes!” she breathed heavily. Although she wasn’t sure if she could take much more, the heat of the shower room making her head spin.

  “Well get ready to give yourself over to me completely, and without question!”

  He stepped over to where her head was resting. He climbed up on the bench, placed a foot either side of her head, straddled her face and lowered his balls till they were just above her mouth. Candice knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth and let him lower his balls past her lips, tea-bagging her. She slurped and suckled at the hefty sack, and reached up to get a hand on his cock. She stroked his shaft as she gobbled his balls, hearing him groan from above.

  At the same time, the Coach reached out and caressed her breasts, massaging her upper body. She was so overwhelmed with lust that at first, she didn't realize Rawlings had squirted lotion in between her tits. He started rubbing and tweaking her nipples, rolling them in between his large fingertips, making her moan and groan louder into her mouthful of balls.

  “God, girl! I want to hit it from behind,” Rawlings stated.

  The balls Candice had been sucking were pulled away, and Rawlings hopped off the bench. She groaned, feeling empty and longing to be used.

  Rawlings walked over to the shower, and leaned back against the wall, his throbbing cock swaying from left to right, pulsing and in need of some more attention. Candice got on her knees and crawled over to him, her face level with the Coach’s straining shaft. She took the cock head in her mouth as best she could, the helmet so vast that it was a struggle, but with a bit of perseverance the head popped inside her gob, and away she sucked. He grabbed her head and tucked his fingers underneath her chin so he could move her head up and down on his cock, the long pole hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. It didn’t help matters when Rawlings pinched her nose, nose-plugging her, making her splutter and gasp, her eyes watering. He let her off his dick for a breath of air, but no sooner had she taken a deep inhale than she was presented with her Coach’s huge sack. She sucked on his nuts one at a time, moving from one to the other, the pair being too big and heavy to take them in her mouth all at once. She lightly grazed her teeth up and down the meaty contours of his balls, giving the big man incredible sensations of pleasure and pain.

  Rawlings lay down on the floor, his massive prick sticking up in the air, pointing to the ceiling. Candice climbed aboard, swinging her leg over the Coach’s wide hips and straddling him like a racehorse. She lined the cock head up with her tight pussy and sunk down on it, Rawlings grabbing hold of her hips and guiding his rod towards the tight target. It wasn’t an easy fit, but the strength of his arms pulling her down on his cock did the trick, and in it popped. Candice started to ride up and down on his dick, her legs tightly gripping him as she bounced, strong hands reaching round to grasp and slap her ass with every downward movement. She raised herself up until just the tip of his cock was inside her before slamming back down, letting the big man bottom out in her tight snatch.

 
The Coach pushed her off him, turned her around and pressed her face-first against the wall. She tried to grip at the slippery tiles as Rawlings got closer, breathing on her neck and running his hands up and down her ass and the back of her thighs. She shivered, and waited in anticipation as he grabbed her hips. He lined his cock up with her pussy from behind, held her tightly and thrust forward, spearing her on his massive member. Candice screamed, this new angle feeling amazing, the crown of the man’s big dick dragging across her sweet-spot just right. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, her fingers slipping against the cold wall. Rawlings picked up speed and rammed her hard and fast, making sure to get every last inch of his cock inside her before sliding almost all the way out, and slamming back in again, his massive balls whacking her every time. He reached up and grabbed her hair, pulled it back and breathed on her neck, grunting and rutting like a wild animal. Candice was so aroused and lost in the moment, her breasts pressing up against the wall, the heat from the steamy room making her feel dizzy. Rawlings brought his hand down on her right ass cheek, spanking her hard. She yelped at the feel of the sting, and he pulled his hand back before slapping her cheek again, harshly and with authority. Several more slaps followed, the girl moaning and squealing with every strike. The Coach moved onto the left cheek, his open palm making a satisfying clapping sound against her flesh, his dick still stuck deep. He gave her a good spanking with both hands, slapping her cheeks hard as he screwed her, Candice’s firm, fleshy seat wobbling with every open-palmed slap.