Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Peter hung there, panting like a dog. “And… the anal probe? What was that for?” he asked, inquisitively.

  She smiled, and said through her pointy little fangs, “That was just for fun.”

  As she unchained his wrists he thought to himself that he really should visit ladies of the night more often.

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  Steamy Erotica Story 24

  T here was something about crunchy snow that always whet Paige’s appetite. It was so nice to finally be away on this little vacation, she’d been looking forward to it so much. Now here, it was just as lovely as she pictured. A little bit of quality time with Jack was exactly what the doctor ordered. The wooden cabin, although looking small from the outside was spacious on the inside. The Christmas tree emitted a radiant glow in the corner of the room, the smell of pine wafting through the air mixing with the incense created a delicate aroma. As she glanced outside a smile decorated Paige’s lips as she viewed the falling snow.

  Just as she was starting to feel slightly chilly, she felt Jack's strong arms envelope her from behind, comforting her and offering much-needed warmth. Paige moved her head to one side and smiled, thanking Jack for the thoughtful gesture. She loved being in the moment, experiencing the feeling of being looked after and cuddled without asking. The warmth from his chest behind her radiated into her back, and she felt tingling excitement creep down her spine and nestle in her womanhood.

  Jack sensed her growing excitement, and took the initiative to lean his head forward and brush his harp-like lips against the nape of her neck. Paige let out a pleasurable deep sigh, raising her hand and reaching behind her to stroke the back of his head, encouraging him. Jack saw this as an opportunity to snuggle closer, kissing her neck up and down its smooth contours. He reached his hand up from her waist and gently squeezed her right full breast, testing the water. Her nipple was hard and pressed against the cotton of her tight top like a pink bullet. His fingers eagerly flicked over her nipple from left to right causing the material to ruffle, and her deep sigh turned into a low moan as she pressed her hips backwards, pushing her plentiful seat into his hardening crotch. The possibilities of what could unfold later that evening filled Jack with hope, as he was sure that he was going get lucky. Or perhaps, she is the one that's going to get lucky , he thought.

  Holding her hand, Jack led her over to the white furry rug that was next to the roaring fire. They lowered themselves to their knees simultaneously, and as they both sat down he reached out and affectionately brushed her long hair away from her eyes. Instinctively he leaned in, and she responded in kind by turning her head and kissing him softly on the lips. Their mouths opened as the French kiss ensued, Paige letting Jack know she was ready by swirling her tongue in circular motions around his like a whirlpool. Their arms naturally reached around to hold each other and she lay back, her full breasts sticking up in the air and her legs slightly open, inviting him to get closer. Jack's hands wandered, tracing up and down the contours of her voluptuous curves, and he now started to feel like a very lucky boy.

  He lifted up her tight-fitting top to reveal her large round melons that were still confined within the restrictive hammock of her bra. Paige finished the job, by lifting her top up and over her head and flinging it on the floor beside her. Hoisting herself up on her hands, Paige offered her large breasts to him, jiggling them enthusiastically as her deep eyes looked at him knowingly. Jack reached round and unhooked her bra, allowing her large melonous planets to hang free like two firm mounds of jelly. Glancing down at her own left nipple, Paige hinted at what she wanted to be done. Jack leaned forward, opened his mouth and began to suck on her hard pink arrow-head, taking extra care to lick it sincerely with his soft long tongue.

  Granting him full permission to explore her body, Jack's hands continued to wonder. He undid the buttons on her jeans and pulled them down to just below her ass, revealing her white thong which was as white as the snow outside. With her midriff completely exposed he kissed his way all the way down to the top of her underwear. Gripping her jeans with both hands he pulled them all the way down and off, tossing them next to her top on the floor. He could feel the warmth from her wettening cooze beneath him as he tenderly kissed her milk-white thighs, while Paige widened her legs invitingly. The bulge in Jack's boxer shorts grew rapidly as he knew that just beneath her thong were the gates to heaven. After flirting with him for the past few months, Paige was about to let Jack experience the naughty side to her character.

  Slipping down her own knickers, Paige discarded them like yesterday's news, and Jack's eyes widened as he got full view of her exposed honeypot. It was neatly trimmed up above with a landing strip of mousy brown hair, shaven on both sides, with her labia neatly tucked away beneath her burning nub. He reached forward and traced his tongue up and down her luscious lips, enjoying the sweet taste of the amber nectar. His long tongue slid in and out of her tingling coochie as he licked intently. He purposefully suckled her womanly clit into his mouth, whilst flicking his tongue from side to side and moving his hand towards her welcoming hole as his finger pushed inside her. He looked up at her, his licking stopping momentarily to read her reaction. As they made eye contact she said, “Don't stop licking me baby! I want to feel your tongue on my frustrated clitty.”

  Hearing her say those words made the bulge in Jack's jeans grow to astronomic proportions, and he didn't need to be asked twice. His tongue darted out again, as he inserted the second finger into her juiced-up puss, and proceeded to tongue-fuck her and finger-fuck her simultaneously. Ardently he sucked and licked her hooded nub whilst rampantly probing his fingers inside. The walls of her pussy clamped down around his fingers with near-crushing force, hinting at her impending orgasm, and he added a third finger into her warm pie as he continued to lick. Paige started to rock her hips rhythmically in time with his finger penetration, making an audible squelch with every hip thrust. Just as he felt she was about to reach her climax he withdrew his fingers and lifted them to his own lips. A string of see-through love-juice dripped from his lips to the tips of his fingers as her snatch quivered beneath him.

  ***

  “God Jack I need more than your fingers. I need a big manly member inside my slick love box.”

  “Oh, you’ll get some cock all right. Don't you worry about that.” And no sooner had he said the words than there was a knock on the wooden cabin door, sending an echo through the room. “Come in, it's unblocked,” Jack called out.

  The door opened and in walked Bobby. Paige’s jaw dropped as she recognised him instantly. She had seen him on a night out at the local bar and had noticed him checking her out repeatedly that evening. He had a dominant presence about him as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was similar in stature to Jack with wide shoulders, and straightaway he took off his jacket and put it on the chair.

  “I didn't know we were going to have company,” Paige said to Jack.

  “You don't mind do you?” Jack asked her.

  “No, I guess not,” she said, playing along. Realising that she was fully exposed to Bobby, Paige blushed, closing her legs in an attempt to cover herself up.

  “Don't be shy,” Jack said. “Bobby likes what he sees. Don’t you Bobby?”

  Jack's soothing voice eradicated any bit of apprehension Paige had, and she reminded herself that more than anything she wanted to show Jack a good time, and if Bobby was here too, then all the better. Jack unzipped and pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts revealing his 8 inch rock hard erection. It was thick with a veiny shaft, a big purple bell, and big hairy bollocks that hung down ominously.

  “Bobby’s going to give you a good shafting, while I watch and have a good hard wank over you.”

  Knowing she didn't have much say in the matter, Paige nodded and opened her legs wide as Jack got up and sat on the chair in the corner.

  Paige looked up as Bobby undid his jeans and dropped his drawers revealing his phallus which was, amazingly, even bigger than Jack's. It was 9 i
nches in length with a smooth shaft, and as his foreskin naturally contracted Paige’s mouth watered as she saw his huge shiny helmet, the lights of the Christmas tree reflecting on it decoratively.

  Sensing she was already ready, Bobby got on his knees before her and solemnly lowered his throbbing rod in-line with her awaiting flange. He pressed the bell-end up against her welcoming front door, and pushed his big helmet inside. Bobby was more than she was used to and she cried out in a pleasure-pain combination as her heaving breasts inflated with each quickening breath. Jack sat on the chair next to her with his big willy up in the air as his hand readily gripped his shaft, rubbing it up and down in a methodical motion whilst perusing the situation on the floor.

  “God he’s got a big cock hasn’t he Paige? Even bigger than me. I bet that head feels good up inside your tight quim. I bet your slippery peach is begging to be penetrated by that plonker. How badly do you want it?” The words that were coming from Jack's mouth increased Paige’s arousal no end, and she began to lift her legs up, wrapping them around Bobby’s waist and pulling him closer towards her.

  This was all the encouragement Bobby needed as he pushed his meaty beast forward, spearing her properly on his rampant erection. The entire length was in her, all 9 inches deep, causing Paige to scream out in ecstatic bliss as her eyes watered. Feeling fully stretched, she glanced over at Jack's wanking member as Bobby began to plunge in and out of her purposefully, steadying himself with his hands on the rug as he impaled her with his aggressive fleshy harpoon. Jack's eyes were fixed intently on the couple as Bobby’s hairy balls banged against Paige’s slick canal creating an audible ‘thwack’.

  The deep penetration from someone who was almost a stranger was too much for Paige to take and she squirted wildly, shooting girly ribbons of luke-warm sex-piss downwards, drenching Bobby’s big balls and muscular thighs. Embarrassed, she glanced over at Jack as she felt Bobby's balls tighten. Withdrawing from her aching snatch, Bobby sat back on his hairy ass on the hairy rug with his 9 incher sticking up in the air like a telephone pole. Paige got on her hands and knees like a wanton whore and opened her mouth, greedily sucking on the big shiny helmet in an eager attempt to consume all of her own love-juice as she licked enthusiastically up and down the smooth shaft, paying special attention to the full balls which she sucked intently, one at a time. She sucked them so hard that they created a plasticine-like shape as they stretched through the air.

  As she was on all fours attending to Bobby's frustrated penis, Jack had slid off his chair and was intently nudging his face between her butt-cheeks. Her tiny starfish winked at him welcomingly as her soaking cooch dripped a snail trail of post-squirt lady-juice between her legs creating a small puddle of the floor. Jack's tongue darted out, sincerely lapping at her mouse’s ear, sending waves of excitement to rise up through her body. As Bobby viewed this, his cock twitched and swayed in anticipation as he could see Jack's head disappear between the crack of her plentiful tushy.

  Jack paused for a moment and licked his lips before calling out to Bobby, “Hey buddy, I think she’s ready for you. Fully lubed-up and ready to go!”

  Bobby quickly got to his feet, and walked round the back as Paige was on all fours like a bitch in heat. Bobby placed a foot either side of her open legs, squatted down and pressed his big shiny helmet up against her moist pucker. Without any warning he pushed his big cock right up her tight anal sphincter making her scream out in sweet agony. Jack was right behind, viewing the situation and he got a great view (up & over) of Bobby’s big heavy balls bouncing off her as he drilled her with his 9 inch beast. Jack reached his fingers out and slid them up Paige’s pussy, inadvertently feeling Bobby's huge member inside her asshole.

  “I need more than just fingers baby,” Paige yelled out.

  Bobby withdrew from her aching back-door with his cock twitching like a live wire. He lay on his back next to Paige and she clambered aboard allowing his thick meat to enter her soaked vaginal opening. She bounced up and down energetically, eager to satisfy herself once more as her bum-cheeks were still open and exposed to Jack. Seeing her tight sphincter had been loosened up considerably Jack pushed his purple bell-end up against the inviting rosebud, before attempting to plunge inside. Jack rocked his hips forward and bucked her fully with his 8 incher, while Bobby’s pecker slipped in and out of her pulsating purse.

  Paige was getting double-penetrated hard in the log cabin as the snow poured down outside like Christmas morning. The wind howled around the sides of the cottage cabin as the candles flickered brightly.

  ***

  Just then there was another knock on the door.

  “Who the hell is that?” Paige yelled out in-between her moaning pants. “Surely you haven’t invited someone else?”

  “Well actually,” Jack said, grimacing whilst Paige’s anal passage gripped his veiny shaft with vice-like intent. “I have invited someone else. You know Ricardo don’t you? We met him at the University bar recently.” Then yelled out, “Come in!”

  The door opened and in walked Ricardo. He was even taller than Bobby and Jack, with olive skin and a mysterious aura about him. Viewing the hardcore DP that was taking place next to the fireplace, Ricardo wasted little time in shutting the door behind him pulling off his top, revealing his very hairy chest. The hair on his chest was thick and dark and went all the way down to the top of his jeans which he undid and dropped to the floor along with his white boxers. His cock stood up, erect and menacing, 10.5 inches and circumcised. His balls were extremely hairy, and the hair went all the way from his balls, right round and up his ass-crack.

  “Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Paige as she continued to bounce up and down.

  “I know they’re hairy, baby!” Replied Ricardo, stepping forward into her line of vision. As he nudged his huge shiny dark-red bell-end up against Paige’s cheek, she instinctively knew what was expected of her and she opened her mouth, moving her head slightly to the right, allowing Ricardo’s bell into her parted lips. She sucked on the mushroom helmet gracefully, bobbing her head up and down as she continued to get double-screwed.

  Ricardo responded in kind by half-squatting down, and lowering himself so Paige could slip more of his frustrated member into her eager facial orifice. From his vantage point on the floor, Bobby could see Ricardo’s hairy ass-crack opening as his balls hung down like two huge hairy Kiwis. Ricardo bucked his hips back and forth in rhythmic motions, mirroring Jack as he plunged forward in the other direction. Having all her holes filled in the beautiful log cabin was an experience that was more wonderful than anything Paige had anticipated on the journey here.

  Just then she felt Bobby’s balls tighten beneath her as she heard Jack moan out wildly over her shoulder. With one more thrust, Jack couldn't hold it and let his full testicles erupt, shooting a voluminous string of thick creamy white spunk deep into her anal passage. This caused Paige to cum again, and she achieved her second orgasm of the evening, squirting wildly downwards on Bobby's cock, drenching his full ball-sack. This caused Bobby’s balls to tighten further and he also shot his load, shooting his spunky milk right up into Paige’s orgasming gash. Paige’s lips sucked fervently on Ricardo’s huge pulsating pole, keen to make him join the cum party.

  Reaching out, she squeezed his big hairy Latin nuts tightly, and he uttered an audible shriek as he ejaculated, releasing the seminal fluid out of his 10.5 inch prick just as Paige took her lips off the helmet, allowing him to spray a bucketful of cream all over her face. She opened her mouth slightly-too-late in an earnest effort to try to consume as much as she could, but most of it splashed down over her heaving tits and dripped onto Bobby’s lips beneath her.

  Jack withdrew as Paige hoisted her hips up allowing Bobby to slip out of her as Ricardo drained the last drop of post-cum out of his softening snake.

  “Merry Christmas honey,” Jack said. Paige smiled as she licked her lips with a face full of jizz, as she knew Jack had given her a perfect Christmas gift. A Christmas gift she had alwa
ys dreamed of!

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  Steamy Erotica Story 25

  L ife in the suburbs. Things always look so perfect from the outside. When the reality is often very different. A perfect married life with the perfect husband. That’s what I thought – but everyone wants a bit of excitement from time to time don’t they? Isn’t that what we all really want?

  I have a good solid job as an estate agent and went to a good school. Even though Robert had a better job than me that really brought home the bacon, my career still gave me a great feeling of self worth. There was still something missing, however.

  I met my husband Robert through a mutual friend. We got married in church and had two kids. For at least the first year things were good in the bedroom. Not great, but good. Sex was a good healer in our relationship; it seemed to fix quite a lot of our arguments. There was one thing my husband always asked me to try, but there was no way I was going to do that, no matter how much he begged in that very unsexy way. Something entering into my back passage just wasn’t appealing to me. I knew it would hurt, and it just wasn’t something I was prepared to try, not even for my husband. I mean, it wasn’t as if he was the man of my dreams or anything, if I’m being honest.

  Eventually he got the message and stopped pressuring me to do it – he was quite welcome to lick my butt-hole if he wanted, but there was no way he was going to make love to it. Of course, he didn’t lick it either – that would’ve been way too generous a sexual act of him. Come to think of it, he was kind of a selfish lover.

  The first few months of marriage had been great, I can’t deny that. We made love almost every night, albeit in not very adventurous ways. Missionary was pretty much the only position we did regularly, and of course we had oral, with the occasional bout of doggy style thrown in when we had had a couple of drinks. However, soon the nightly passionate sex decreased to about three times a week. Then it dropped to about once a week, if that. In fact, sometimes several weeks would go by without sex, not that I really missed doing it with Robert, but it was during these times that I sometimes had to take matters into my own hands. A woman has needs after all.