Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Charles’ chair was facing them directly and Lauren had her back to Charles. She leant over and pulled down her silky underwear. The soft thong dislodged from her butt-cheeks as she pulled it down, and she stepped out of them, giving her husband a really good view of her perfect ass. Her pussy was freshly-shaven, completely bald. She stood on the bed, with her back to her husband, but then she decided she wasn’t going to ride him cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl was the way to go, so she could see Charles’ face. She turned around and lowered herself down. She could feel the porter’s big, strong hands on her ass as she squatted down and guided the dong into her. The helmet pressed up against her welcoming pussy, keen to be let in, and as Lauren made eye contact with her husband, she gave the porter exactly what he wanted. She took the first couple of inches in, and her mouth let out an animalistic cry, as she took all 9.5 inches deep inside.

  She bounced up and down, really taking the reins, riding him like a wild stallion, picking up speed, as the huge black nuts smacked against her frustrated clitty. She rode him like a rodeo, and looking ahead she saw that Charles’ winkie was still erect. He was getting turned-on, his average-sized rod looking like a maggot in comparison to the black beast inside her.

  “God, you’re loving this. I knew you would be,” said Lauren nastily. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Charles had been enjoying the view, but as soon as Lauren said the cruel words he got rather shy again and tried to cover up his stiffy.

  “I’m out of here. You’ve gone way too far.” He got up, and was about to leave.

  With the mammoth dong deep inside her, Lauren said rudely, “No, no. You’re not leaving, sonny-jim. If you do, I’ll get on that phone, and I’ll get a whole gang up here. I’m sure there’s a whole load of multiracial guys working here that would be keen to plough me deep.”

  Sensing that his wife meant business, Charles sat back down. Lauren continued to ride, loving the feeling of power over her cheating husband, and she really picked up pace.

  Before long she felt her impending orgasm boil up within her, as the big black nuts slapped up against her burning nub. She came, gushing wildly, her love-juice squirting out in ribbons, coating the big black balls beneath. The porter needed to shoot his spooge, but Lauren didn’t want him to shoot his spooge just yet.

  She dismounted her trusty steed and got on all fours, facing her husband and offering her ass to the porter like a bitch in heat. Randall got on all fours behind her, and with his nose right near her butt-crack he licked her pussy, his long serpentine mouth-muscle probing in and out of her now-dripping slit, parting her lips and licking the succulent nourishment from within.

  “Perfect. Perfect! Good doggy, good doggy,” said Lauren, slightly insanely. “But that’s the wrong hole.”

  Randall caught her drift in an instant, and got to work. His long tongue licked upwards and traced its way from her burning snatch right up to her inviting pucker. He flicked his tongue passionately over her tight butt-hole before delving it inside. Lauren felt his soft, warm tongue enter her rectum, and it felt truly divine. She couldn’t help but reach down and fondle her own soaked-up snatch, flicking her clit from left to right as she said to Charles tauntingly, “His tongue is up my bunghole, Charlie. You’re liking this aren’t you? Just sitting there watching.”

  Charles looked truly distraught, as his cheeks went from crimson to pillar-box red. Lauren’s mouth watered as she longed for the black beast to be inside her mouth again. She instructed Randall to lie on his back, and obviously he did so. Lauren swung her toned thighs either side of his face, and lowered herself onto him, 69 style. Her head was close to the foot of the bed, and she really enjoyed taking the big black girth deep in her wet, warm mouth, sucking it up and down whilst Randall’s tongue lapped at her burning snatch.

  Lauren had been in control the entire time, but now Randall really began to assert himself. Lauren lifted up her leg to let him out from under her, and he rose to his feet. With Lauren still on all fours, Randall knelt behind her fleshy ass, and without any warning speared her pussy with his enormous dong, sliding every inch in as far as he could. Lauren clasped the bed sheets in front of her as she received a good, proper shafting. Randall grabbed hold of her tush, giving it a gentle slap and pulling her hair back in the process.

  “This is how the woman needs to be fucked!” said Randall in his deep, bellowing voice. The young buck withdrew his dong for a moment and got to his feet. He squatted down and screwed her from behind but with the soles of his feet firmly on the bed. He ploughed in and out of her, swinging his dong like a pendulum, balls deep, vigorously.

  “Hey. This is a good opportunity for you to get in on the action. Get up! Randall needs his nuts cupped. There’s plenty of room back there, now that he’s squatting.”

  Charles did as he was told. He rose from his comfy chair and got to it. He stood by the side of the bed, outstretched his arm and located the big, black nuts. He cupped them, and gave them a firm squeeze in his hand. “Crikey. They really are loaded,” he declared.

  Her husband’s words sent Lauren over the edge and she felt her second orgasm build up. With Charles’ hand on Randall’s nuts, an amazing climax hit her. She squirted backwards, the gush spraying out like a tossed bucket, painting both the long, smooth shaft and Charles’ cupping hand. Lauren’s pussy walls clenched down on the wide girth inside her, and she felt it twitch. With Charles’ drenched palm still gripping the throbbing sacks, Randall let out a deep gasp and ejaculated his seminal fluid, shooting a thick, creamy, rope of fertile jizz deep inside Lauren’s body.

  “I’m not on the pill,” declared Lauren.

  “Oh crikey,” said Charles, as he felt the puma’s nuts empty in his hand. He spurted string after string of jizz deep inside Charles’ wife. The sperm swam, blind but restless, desperate to get to their destination. They wanted to find her egg, and find it they did, impregnating her. Plucky and determined, they got to their goal. The warm cream-pie filled her up, lathered her womb.

  Drained, Randall slid out, his dick becoming limp. Lauren spun around and sat back down on the plush bed. “Now it’s time for you to really become a part of this beautiful encounter,” she said, parting her legs and exposing the cream-pie that trickled out of her gaping snatch. “Come on catty. Good catty. Come and get your milk. I know you get hungry this time of day. Lots of nourishment here for you. And this is the only time you’re going to get near my pussy today.”

  Charles did as he was told. He got on his knees between her parted thighs, lowered his head, and started to eat her out, consuming as much of the warm dessert as he could.

  “There you go, good job.” Lauren looked down at her husband as he consumed the goopy seed. “And there’s lots more where that came from. Randall is going to bring up the other porters tomorrow. We’ve still got the rest of the weekend here. So, that’s your meal-plan sorted.”

  The thought of her husband watching her getting gang-teamed by the porter’s multiracial buddies filled her with a great sense of content. She felt like they had really rekindled their marriage, and she had really got back at him for cheating on her in the process. She felt beautiful and lovely. Just like how every woman should feel.

  And when the baby came, she was sure that Charles would be fine with the situation. When her belly was swelling they would have plenty of time to talk about what the future held. She was sure Charles would make a good step-dad.

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  Steamy Erotica Story 35

  V ictoria hadn’t had a weekend away in a while. This was her perfect opportunity to gather her thoughts and recharge her batteries after childbirth. She had chosen to drive to a remote part of the countryside. The quaint bed & breakfast she had booked herself into was pleasant enough. Slightly naff, but pleasant.

  Her new baby had been safely left in the very responsible hands of the family nanny, and although she felt slightly guilty leaving her baby alone, it was only for the weekend. She would return on Sunday evening. It was no bi
g deal, although she did miss her already, and longed to see her again.

  The locals here seemed nice, if maybe a little strange. Victoria thought back to the woman who owned the bed & breakfast, and remembered the strange glance she had been given when she told her she was going to go for a walk in the woods to explore.

  She parked her little red Corvette by the side of the road, next to the large dense forest. Victoria got out of her car, locked it securely, and with her walking boots firmly laced up she embarked on her little ramble. Not intending to be gone for long, she just planned to have a nice stroll through the forest. It was still daylight, so she had nothing to worry about.

  As she walked through the forest she was struck with the beauty that surrounded her. The rustling trees up above, the squawks of the birds in the bushes, and the soft cool breeze against her pretty face. She walked on for several more minutes, breathing deeply and filling her lungs with the fresh woodland air. She was sure to stick to the path, for she was a wise lady, and although she felt totally safe, she didn’t feel like venturing off at this particular time.

  After walking for fifteen minutes more, she came across one of the locals. A man in his 50s, scruffily dressed, wearing a farmer’s hat and dungarees. He was strolling in the other direction, and Victoria offered a friendly smile and was surprised to see that the local didn’t smile back. His furrowed brow and strange stare made Victoria feel rather uneasy, and as they both slowed down, Victoria offered a, “Hello, good day to you sir.”

  The man said, “You wanna be careful around these parts. This time of year he’s always about. He’ll find you soon enough. Get out of these woods if you know what’s good for ya.”

  In disbelief of what she had just been told, Victoria stopped as her heart pounded in her chest. “What do you mean? Who’s ‘he’? And what do you mean by ‘this time of year’?” she questioned him.

  But the man started walking again and completely ignored the questions, turning his hunched back to her as he wandered off down the path. Being an intelligent lady, Victoria thought to herself , I’m not going to let him ruin my walk. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? These woods seem perfectly safe to me.

  And, as if trying to prove it to herself she said out loud to the empty forest, “You know what, I’m going to venture off this path. I’m going to go for a little wander through those trees over there. I’ll be just fine. If I see anything I don’t like, I’ll just turn back around. My car’s only over there.”

  With her breasts full and lactating, Victoria ventured off the path and walked uphill, the muddy green grass beneath her boots squelching as she bravely treaded onwards, thoroughly enjoying the newly-lost weight from her midsection that she’d been carrying for the past nine months.

  The trees were much denser around here. Much bigger, taller, more ominous. She could no longer hear the twittering birds, and the sound of the bubbling brook was so distant that she almost couldn’t hear it at all, it was almost obsolete.

  Victoria stopped dead in her tracks, her heart jumped into her mouth, as she heard a deep animalistic growl. It went on way longer than a normal animal, but Victoria told herself, That’s just got to be some sort of boar. Or goat, or something. Yeah, that’s all it is.

  She heard it again. The growl went on for several seconds, and Victoria’s ears pricked up and her hearing tingled as she wondered what actually made that noise. As she looked around, the sky didn’t seem so bright anymore; evening was on its way. I’m going to turn back. Not because I’m scared, but just because it’s the best thing to do. I want to get back to the bed & breakfast.

  Turning around, she began to walk back the way she came. Although she walked for several minutes, bizarrely she couldn’t see the path from which she had come. Knowing that it had to be a little bit further, she carried on. But the further she walked, the more unfamiliar her surroundings seemed. Jesus Christ, I can’t be lost. That’s just impossible. I’m just going to carry on walking downhill, and I’ll get there.

  She carried on, but the further she walked the darker the light became, until she found herself feeling lost. Truly lost. Tempted to panic and start running, Victoria thought better. Look, I know where I’m going. I’ll just keep going and I’ll get there. I have come out of these woods at some point, even if I have lost my way from the path.

  She heard the growl again, but this time it was much closer, as if it was coming from right over her shoulder. She spun around abruptly in an attempt to see what made the noise, but there was nothing there, just the deep empty forest.

  She felt a huge hand over her mouth from behind, grabbing her tightly. She screamed into the leathery palm, her muffled yell going nowhere. Another arm gripped her slim waist, its huge muscles and hairy flesh holding her tightly, dominantly.

  Terrified, about to attempt another scream, Victoria’s vision changed. The dark of the forest turned to white, as she fainted on the spot.

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  Victoria dreamt that she was in her soft warm bed, relaxing peacefully. Then suddenly, a distraught feeling came over her, as she began to open her eyes and realize where she really was. Her arms felt very uncomfortable, and she heard a rattling and a clinking, as she came to.

  She was in a dark, dingy cave, chained to the wall, her arms outstretched, her feet free. Looking around her in the flickering candlelight she saw that there was a man to her right, and a woman to her left, chained up in a similar fashion. Next to the woman were more chains, however no one was attached to them, but instead a pile of bones sat on the floor.

  The man and the woman were awake. The man looked quite anxious, upset, almost angry. Whereas the woman had a faraway look in her eyes, distant, as if she’d almost given up.

  “Where the hell are we? Who was that? What was that thing?” questioned Victoria with a sense of urgency.

  “Oh, he’ll be back soon enough,” muttered the woman. “He always comes back, to get what he needs.”

  Victoria glanced down and saw that the woman’s breasts were out, the full round fleshy globes fully exposed. Her nipples erect, lactating. Victoria also realized that her own breasts were out, her own nipples fully exposed.

  “Come back for what he needs?” asked the man. “What do you mean? What does he want from us?”

  “So, you’re new here too?” asked Victoria.

  “Yeah, I woke up about an hour before you did. I was just going for a stroll in the woods. What the hell is this place?”

  “Oh, you’ll see soon enough,” muttered the woman. “He needs his milk. You’ll see. He needs his milk.”

  “ Milk ? What the fuck?” said the man.

  “Yes,” said the woman. “You have milk too. Just as I do, and just as… sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” She glanced blankly at Victoria.

  “Ummm, I’m Victoria. And you are?”

  “Elizabeth,” said the woman, in a soothing voice.

  “Since we’re exchanging pleasantries, I’m Christopher Johnson. And can you please explain to me what’s going on here?”

  “It’s probably nothing for you to worry about,” said Elizabeth, in a not-so-comforting way. “I mean, you probably won’t be much use,” she said, glancing down at his jeaned groin area. “I doubt you’re packing much down there anyway.”

  “What the hell are you implying?” asked Christopher, red-faced.

  Now truly terrified, Victoria closed her eyes and tried to pretend this wasn’t happening. She really wondered whether she was dreaming, whether this was real or not. He mind thought back to her loved ones at home. She had to get out of this. Somehow, someway.

  Victoria heard large, heavy footsteps echoing through the cavernous corridor that led off from the cave.

  “Here he comes,” said Elizabeth, smiling fakely. “Told you he’d be back.”

  A shadow was cast dramatically into the cave, tickling the tips of Victoria’s muddy hiking boots, as she struggled against the strong chains, but to no avail.

  “Holy fuck,” sai
d Christopher.

  In walked the yeti. He was bigger than Victoria remembered. He was at least 10 foot tall, hugely muscular, with an unpleasant-looking face and thick grey fur all over his body. The beast was dressed just in a pair of tight cycling shorts, which he had no doubt grabbed from an unsuspecting cyclist. In his right hand he was holding a large empty glass.

  He stared menacingly at his three captives, and plodded over to Elizabeth. Placing the glass underneath her left breast, he put his thumb and forefinger either side of her large nipple, creating goose-bumps on her dark-pink areola. Elizabeth looked blankly at the Yeti, as if she was used to this. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even complain.

  The yeti pulled her nipple as if it was a cow’s udder, diagonally milking it firmly, and a jet of warm milk sprayed out like a white ribbon into the awaiting glass.

  Jesus Christ, thought Victoria.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” said Christopher Johnson, in disbelief.

  After the glass was full to about an inch, he placed it under Elizabeth’s right nipple, gripping it tightly. He again milked it like a cow’s udder, horizontally this time, and the white milk sprayed out in a thick string, splashing into the glass held diagonally beneath, catching it perfectly.

  The yeti emitted a long deep growl. With the glass now getting fuller, he moved on to Victoria. He stood before her, her double D firm breasts jiggling tauntingly before him. Man, I’m not trying to taunt him, thought Victoria. The yeti looked down at her, and as she gazed into his deep brown eyes, she saw that she had mistaken his menacing expression, for he didn’t look threatening at all, but instead looked rather warm. Almost friendly, as if he really needed something from her, and was grateful for it.

  As his thick fingers gripped her left nipple, she wondered how Elizabeth didn’t cry out. Victoria’s light-pink areola tightening as the yeti began to milk her full breast methodically. Victoria’s luke-warm milk sprayed out, and into the awaiting glass, specks of white splashing up and hitting her in the face. Feeling used and violated, but also slightly aroused, Victoria watched as the glass was placed under her right nipple, as the yeti continued the process, rhythmically milking her like a wild animal, eager to extract her white liquid.