Dark Fantasies

by T West

  “Nothing much,” Amanda said, still panting a little.

  Mel turned around, eyeing her best friend knowingly.

  “You… masturbated?” she asked.

  Interwoven patches of tomato red quickly spilled into Amanda’s cheeks.

  “Yeah… maybe I did,” Amanda replied.

  Mel put down the shopping bags and stood next to her.

  “Wow, I’m impressed. You should give Paul a taste of what he’s in store for this weekend,” Mel said, gesticulating as she pranced around the room, stopping to strike sexy poses.

  Amanda agreed and took out her smartphone. She stripped to her panties and her laced bra, and began snapping various poses.

  “Damn, I look good,” Amanda said.

  Her luscious brown hair lightly brushed the tops of her breasts. Her big blue doe eyes were enough to attract any man, and her lips were worth dying for. Or so she thought.

  “Post it. Send it on Snapchat or something,” said Mel. “They disappear after like 3 seconds if you need them to, so don’t worry,” she added quickly after she saw Amanda’s face become concerned.

  Amanda pondered it for a while, weighing up the pros and cons. Finally, she opened her Snapchat app and sent them to her boyfriend.

  “There. I sent it, you happy?” Amanda said.

  Mel took her phone and looked at who she had sent it to.

  “Who’s that ?” Mel suddenly said.

  “Who’s who?” Amanda looked at the name her friend was pointing to. “Oh damn!”

  Amanda stood up and paced around the room in her underwear, throwing in at least one expletive for every two coherent words she voiced.

  “Amanda, who is that?” Mel asked, her voice low and serious.

  She turned around and heaved one of the biggest sighs of her life. She was in deep trouble and had dug herself a hole she might not be able to get out of. Why did she even agree to this, to this sexting thing.

  “That’s… my stepdad. I’m in some deep stuff.”

  After Amanda revealed the terrible news, Mel begun to add to her anxiousness. Since Amanda didn’t want Mel to make the situation even more stressful than it already was, she asked Mel to leave, but promised she would call. She never said when she would call, and was left to be harassed by numerous text messages from her best friend as she put on her clothes to hide the evidence of what had happened:

  Are you okay?

  Did he get mad?

  What happened?

  Get back to me!

  It’s all my fault.

  Amanda was about to type a reply when she heard her mom’s husband, Luke, calling up the stairs.

  “Hey, Amanda, come downstairs. I’ve got something to show you,” she heard the deep voice say.

  She was a bundle of nerves as she bounded down the stairs two by two, and was greeted by the sight of him and his ridiculously good-looking smile.

  Luke was in his mid-forties, and was very easy on the eyes. With a mop of dark brown hair, beautiful almond shaped eyes and a cupid bow mouth it was no small wonder how Amanda’s mother had fallen in love with him. But he was handsome on the outside and a fearsome beast on the inside. Amanda’s heart leapt into her throat as she walked towards him.

  “Hi, Luke,” she squeaked timidly.

  “Come here, Amanda. I’ve got something to show you,” he repeated, as if he was trying to lure her.

  Amanda took the bait. She wanted to get out of this hole as soon as possible. Biting her lip, she followed him into the living room and sat on the couch when he motioned for her to sit. She folded her hands across her lap, palms facing upward. Luke held a steady gaze with her until she blinked and let out a shaky exhale. He proceeded to take out his phone. Amanda knew what was going to follow and she squeezed her eyes shut, as if she would not suffer what was to inevitably follow.

  “You sent me about five, or six… pretty racy photos, Amanda,” Luke said.

  She opened her eyes. She noticed that he had screenshotted all of them. Amanda felt like cursing Snapchat.

  “It was a mistake --” she began to say.

  Luke put up his hand for silence, and she gave it. She felt like a submissive bitch.

  “I’ll have to tell your mother about this. She won’t be very pleased, will she?” Luke said.

  Amanda gripped her knees fiercely.

  “Please don’t tell my mom. She’ll… she’ll kill me,” she stammered, feeling the sting of salty tears line up the edge of her eyes.

  She lowered her head so that Luke couldn’t see her tears.

  “I won’t tell her if you do one thing for me,” Luke said.

  Like all the erotic stories she read, she knew what she should say.

  I’ll do anything, said all the teen girls who were about to get touched or penetrated. Just don’t tell my mom.

  “And what’s that one thing?” she asked.

  Luke said nothing. Instead, he discarded his phone and scooted closer to her on the couch. Inhaling sharply, Amanda instinctively backed away until she hit the arm of the couch, and could no longer go further. She could feel his breath on her neck as he loomed on all fours over her, trapped underneath his body. Then she felt something hard, like a plastic torch, across her snatch, trapped only by the soft fabric of his trousers.

  Damn, damn, damn, she chanted inside her head.

  She was getting aroused, and she was getting aroused quite quickly.

  “You’re a very beautiful girl, Amanda,” Luke whispered, his breath slowly fluttering across her skin.

  Her nerves stretched to a new height she had never touched before. The hot, sticky liquid began to clump in her panties.

  “It’s such a shame that I have to give you punishment.”

  He moved up closer to her and gazed into her blue eyes. With him at such a close distance, she could stare at nothing but his eyes, the irises pulsing slowly with an intensity she would rather not feel. She saw his eyes move to focus on her mouth and she stopped breathing momentarily.

  “You’ll have to do as I say if your mother isn’t going to find out.”

  Luke leaned down and as Amanda felt the urge to scream rise up from her throat, Luke’s soft lips connected with hers and his tongue encouraged hers to dance with his. She struggled to return the kiss, but struggled to break the kiss. She tried to pull at his arms, but his arms collapsed and held her body even closer to his. The kiss grew stronger and her struggles became weaker. Never in her lifetime would she imagine that Luke had the sweet breath of a man she fantasized about marrying. There was peppermint, lemon and something else that was Luke, which made the kiss even more passionate. Slowly, she began returning the kiss, her arms folding themselves onto his back.

  He broke the kiss first, gasping for air. He resumed his intense gaze and forced her to sit up and on his knee. He felt the heat of her pussy rise on his knee. His erection grew as she whimpered, afraid for the next bout of ‘punishment’. As if for safety, she gripped his shoulders for support. She watched one of his hands warily as he raised it and brought it down hard, spanking the flesh of her behind. She gasped, feeling shamed for the action had further aroused her loins. Her fingers dug further into his back as he repeatedly smacked down on the same cheek, leaving a sensuous tingling sensation that spread throughout her entire body.

  “Never make the same mistake twice,” Luke whispered huskily down her neck.

  Amanda elicited a moan as his breath made brief contact with the skin of her neck, sending wisps of electric shocks down her arms and chest.

  “I won’t… I promise,” she gasped.

  His hands slid up her back and slid back down, gripping both cheeks with a primal lust. She yelped, and he pulled her towards him so that she was sitting directly in his lap.

  “Take it off,” he growled.

  Amanda’s fingers paused at her chest, wondering if this was what Luke wanted.

  “Take it off,” he repeated.

  She fumbled with the buttons until she reached the last
one. Almost as if intentionally, Amanda slid it off her pearly white shoulders. She briefly heard the shirt hit the floor before she realized Luke’s fingers had gone around her chest to the clasps of her bra, no longer able to withstand the suspense which was driving him mad. She awkwardly fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, unsure of what to do. Her fingers left his shirt half unbuttoned as his hot mouth connected with her nipples and she threw her head back, throwing out a small scream of surprise. His fingers slid down her slim stomach and to her skirt, where he rushed to pull it down to reveal the final barrier guarding her tight, wet pussy.

  “Oh my god,” Amanda breathed, her ample breasts at attention and feeling on fire.

  “You’re so wet,” Luke groaned lustily, his fingers pulling down her panties.

  After her panties were off, the fingers of one hand madly dashed towards her pussy, sticking them in deeper than her fingers would ever reach. Amanda screamed as she began rocking back and forth, desperately attempting to ride herself to an orgasm, but Luke stopped. Uttering a growl of frustration, she continued to grind against his crotch.

  “Amanda, stop it. You’re still on punishment.”

  Her irregular breathing became shallow pants as she waited for Luke. The whole time, they maintained eye contact, his eyes flaming with unspeakably bestial lust.

  “You’re so beautiful and I want you right now,” he said, stroking his already hard prick.

  Amanda’s eyes widened as she saw the size of his cock. She was a virgin. She couldn’t do it. She just wanted to ride herself to an orgasm on a man.

  “No, no, no, I can’t do this. I’m just a virgin,” she squeaked as she backed away from him.

  Luke lunged at her and pulled her down to the ground with him.

  “You’re still on punishment, bitch. And I like the position we’re in. You’ll be a good fuck ‘cause you’re a virgin,” Luke said, breathing heavily. “Amanda, when you’re on punishment, you have to fight through it, okay? And if your mother isn’t going to find out, you might as well do as I say, right?”

  His fingers kept pushing around inside her, but stopped abruptly when one hand closed around her throat. It was Luke’s intention to cut off her air – it made for a good orgasm. She struggled to retain air as Luke drove her to a peak of orgasm. Once she started shaking, his hand left her throat. He waited patiently as she fought through one of her best orgasms before lining his cock up with the opening of her pussy. She felt something bulbous and hard pressing against her opening. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain that was to inevitably follow.

  “Open your eyes, Amanda,” Luke said.

  She did as he said. His face was directly over hers, once again holding an intense gaze battle with her. She felt her eyes instinctively widen as the bulbous and hard thing broke past the opening of her pussy. Her scream of pain was brutally cut off by his lips crashing down on hers, forcing her into a fiercely passionate kiss. As she tried hard to focus on becoming intoxicated again with his kiss, she could not stop thinking about the number of inches that were slowly making their way to her hymen. Once it made contact, Amanda broke the kiss.

  The intactness of her hymen was instantly shattered beyond repair as his length drove deeper into her. Once again, the scream was cut off by his insane and lusty kiss. She screamed into his mouth as he moaned into hers, no longer caring that her V-card had been tossed away. Slowly, he began pumping back and forth into her.

  “I’m so glad that you’re a virgin,” he puffed. “Your hips are pushing back. What can this be, Amanda?” Without any consideration for stopping, he continued to thrust into her at a medium pace. It was a while before the pain waned and lust retook her body.

  “Please…” Amanda begged.

  “Please what?” Luke huffed.

  “Please go faster,” she moaned.

  A moan left her throat every time he drove deep into her. Now that his pace quickened, she began to gasp, pant and let out occasional small screams.

  “Oh god!”

  “Luke, please, please, oh my god,” Amanda panted.

  “You’re… so… tight, and I love it!”

  He pushed against her even faster. Amanda’s moans slowly escalated into screams of pure pleasure as every cell in her body began to vibrate with an oncoming orgasm.

  “Luke!” she screamed, her fingers grabbing the nape of his neck.

  Without warning, a hot and foreign liquid began coursing through her, filling her up from where she had never been filled up before. She screamed, her body violently shaking as it went through one last orgasm.

  “What the fuck is that?” she shouted, feeling something go horribly wrong.

  “It’s my cum, dumb bitch! Tell me you’re on the pill!”

  “I’m not, you asshole! Why didn’t you say you were cumming?”

  Luke’s hardness began to soften. She curled up in a fetal position, unable to face Luke. Her pussy throbbed with immeasurable pleasure as she felt Luke lay a hand on her shoulder. She scrambled to get away from him and managed to get as far as the wall. In her haste, she turned around to slap his face, but instead met with his lips once again.

  Jesus, Luke, you love kissing me… and my mother is your wife…

  Her ferocity with his kisses began to tire as she fumbled to stroke his length to get him hard again. Luke mauled at her breasts, continuing to assault her lips.

  “Damn, Amanda… will you forgive me?” he said against her lips.

  She groaned into his mouth as his hands left her breasts to massage her clit.

  “I can’t…” she trailed off as her focus was shifted to his now rehardening cock.

  His fingers began crawling to her ass again, but only this time, it was not to spank her. He reached behind and caressed the red marks he had left on her cheeks.

  “Please… forgive me. I just… I just want to make love to you,” he said.

  The words sounded so sweet in her ears. As she opened her eyes to stare into Luke’s, her heart was struck by a lightning bolt of pain as she realized that she was falling in love with the very man she used to despise.

  As if agreeing to his proposal, she pulled at his cock to guide it to her opening again.

  “All I want is to make love, sweet girl,” he whispered.

  “I think…” Amanda trailed off.

  She wanted to think about what she wanted to say, but was so lost in the foggy mist of lust that she nearly lost her train of thought.

  “Amanda, what is it?” Luke persisted.

  Amanda took his face in his hands and lightly pressed her lips against his, before moving so that her lips were close to his ear. She thought of what she wanted to say to the man. She needed to say it now , before she made love to him again. Taking a breath of air, she readied herself for the words that were about to spill from her mouth.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Steamy Erotica Story 14

  “I can’t believe you’re making me move in with him,” said Becky as she zipped up her suitcase.

  “Look, I really don’t have a choice in the matter,” said her mother Annabel sternly. “You’re going to university next year anyway, so it won’t be forever. Now, stop complaining and hurry up. We need to hit the road soon.”

  “But, it’s not moving to a different city I have a problem with. It’s just that I don’t want to move in with that twat,” argued Becky.

  “Don’t use such language about Robert, he’s a lovely man. I thought you’d want me to be happy and find someone new.”

  “I do, but --”

  “But nothing. Now, zip the case, zip your mouth, and let’s get going.”

  He is a twat, thought Becky. And my mum is a twat for dating him. She hasn’t known him that long, and already she’s moving in? Why has she got to drag me there? I don’t want to live with Robert… he’s such a douche-lord.

  After an hour’s drive they pulled up into the long driveway in front of Rob
ert’s big plush house. “Well at least he’s got money,” said Becky.

  “Don’t be so cynical.”

  As 42 year old Robert opened the door, Becky laid her eyes on him. Hmmm, maybe he’s not so bad after all. The petite 18 year old scanned her eyes from the muscular chest beneath his top, down his toned abdomen, and they rested on the large bulge in his jeans.

  “Hey, it’s my two favorite girls,” said Robert in a friendly manner. “Come on in, I’ve got some icy drinks ready for you.”

  Annabel turned to her daughter and smiled, encouragingly.

  Robert showed Becky to her room. “Now, if there’s anything you need, just let me know.” Then, turning his head to look at her as he walked out of the room, “ Anything at all.”

  “Erm… I’ll be fine. Thanks,” said Becky. He is being extra nice.

  Robert closed the door behind him and as Becky began to unpack, she couldn’t help wondering what Robert’s intentions were.

  She admired her 6 inch vibrator for a moment and placed it in the top bedside drawer. Still a virgin, she sure knew how to get herself off, and her tight little shaved pussy occasionally got a good self-drilling. She had had steady boyfriends back home, but this was a new town, and she knew that she was going to have to satisfy herself for a while. She was ready to lose it with her current boyfriend Trev, but their relationship was now going to be a long distance one apparently, thanks to her mother. As long as the timing was right, she was sure that she would want to lose it with Trev, but she was in no rush.

  For the next 24 hours, everything seemed to be going smoothly. Becky started to think that perhaps it wasn’t so bad here, and in a few months she’d be off to university anyway. So that occupied her thoughts as she pictured being there and all nice new people she’d meet.

  That evening at dinner, Annabel poured Robert a glass of wine. “I’m going over to Samantha’s tonight. My old friend who lives nearby. She’s having a little Bridge party. You don’t mind if I leave you here, do you pumpkin?”

  “Of course not. I’m 18 now,” said Becky. “I don’t need you to hold my hand.”

  “Ok, good. What are you two going to be doing then?” asked Annabel warmly.