Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Uptown, the limo was picking up quite a pace. “Traffic’s pretty good,” said Richard. He glanced up and in the mirror he could see the pair kissing passionately, their arms wrapped around each other, intertwined. Their passion breaking all boundaries of their clique separation as the two enjoyed this moment. I know I’m being deceitful, but this feels so good, thought Clarissa as her pussy tingled between her thighs.

  She opened her legs, allowing Brett full access. He wasted little time in rubbing his fingers up and down the cotton of her panties, feeling the wetness. He delved his hand into her underwear. “You’re so frickin’ wet,” he said into her mouth, mid-kiss, while his fingers began to flick her bean as he ran his hand up and down her lady-slit.

  Clarissa instinctively reached her hand out and felt Brett’s muscular pecs through his shirt. She traced her fingers down over his toned abs and down to his tuxedo slacks, where she readily grabbed at his crotch. The bulge was phenomenal, much bigger than Tom’s, and she was impressed as she felt the rigid length grow even further as she caressed it.

  Almost without thinking, she unzipped him and reached into his underwear. Her hand found his dong through his flies and pulled it out through the gap in his boxer shorts. It sprung to attention, an erect 8 inches, and Clarissa was visibly excited as her eyes widened. She licked her lips and bowed her head down, looking at the shiny helmet as the street lights whizzed past, reflecting on it. She glanced up briefly, and could see Richard’s smiling eyes looking at her, watching her as he drove on. She had an audience, that was for sure.

  She opened her mouth, and put her luscious lips on his big bell-end, making Brett gasp and he encouraged her by petting her head and stroking her soft long hair. She began to take him in her mouth, inch by inch, sucking on his tool. She sure knew how to give a good blowjob. At 20 years old, Clarissa had had sex before, but only with Tom, and she’d always insisted that he use protection. Although Tom’s 6 incher had satisfied her and they had shared some amazing climactic times together, she now knew what a real man tasted like, as Brett’s masculine presence overtook her while she sucked enthusiastically.

  As the limo went over a series of speed-bumps, Clarissa’s head bobbed up and down on Brett’s knob, pushing him deeper and deeper into her throat. She took it out to gasp for air, and ran her tongue up and down his long shaft, reaching her hand inside his undone slacks to cup his big balls. “Jesus frickin’ Christ they’re full,” she said into the eye of his cock-head.

  “I haven’t unloaded all day, baby,” said Brett.

  “Well, we’ve still got a long journey ahead of us,” said Clarissa.

  “Yes we do!” added Richard the driver, as the car sped on.

  Leaning on her side, sucking dick, Clarissa needed some stimulation of her own, and as Brett’s hands were out of reach right now, she parted her legs wide, put one of her feet up on the limo seat and reached down. Her fingers delved into her own juiced-up panties and expertly began to frig her own snatch, just the way she liked it. She pulled her panties down, and chucked them to the limo floor, her dress pulled up high as she frigged furiously whilst continuing to suck on the throbber, her other hand working it.

  Her soaked-up snatch began to drip onto the plush limo seat, but Richard didn’t seem to mind. “You carry on back there.”

  As Clarissa masturbated her juicy pussy, Brett’s mouth began to salivate, as he feasted his eyes on her gash. She was shaven on either side, with a neat little landing strip of dark hair up the middle. Her pussy lips looked inviting, no longer virginal, but unspoiled, fresh.

  Being 21 years old and a popular jock, Brett had sprat halt the cheerleading team. As Clarissa came up for air, Brett got to his knees before her, his erect cock pressing up against his abs through his shirt. She sat back, and with her legs spread wide looked down almost in disbelief as Brett leveled his face up with her burning pussy. As he looked up into her eyes Clarissa couldn’t wait for what he had in store. He opened his mouth and out slid his long thick tongue. He darted the tip of his tongue over her hardened nub, flicking it from side to side. Her juices flowed as Brett licked his way down to her opening, where he suckled on her labia one at a time, and then began to poke his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking her.

  Clarissa ruffled Brett’s hair as her nipples hardened, her pert breasts pressing up against her dress, bursting to get out. Richard was still watching them as he drove along, and knowing he was being watched seemed to egg Brett on further, as he delved his tongue in and out of the cute target.

  As they headed downtown Clarissa glanced out the window, and saw that they were no longer in a dense part of the city. With almost-empty streets, the limo pulled up into a parking spot. “Hey, we’re not there yet are we?” she asked.

  “No, not quite,” said Richard, playing along.

  “Oh baby, we’ll get there soon,” slurped Brett, his tongue still nestled deep.

  Now dark, Richard opened the door, stepped out of the limo, and walked round to the passenger’s door. Clarissa looked through the open passenger’s window as Richard undid his flies, and pulled out his schlong. It was already hard, the goings-on inside the limo had clearly turned him on greatly, and he proceeded to stick his huge cock through the open window and into the vehicle. If Clarissa thought Brett’s dong was big, Richard’s was even bigger at 8 ¾ inches. It stuck in, menacingly swaying about in front of her face. She knew what was expected of her. Tom was the furthest thing from her mind as she reached out her hand and pulled back the skin, exposing his big mushroom head. She licked her lips and reached her head forward whilst Brett continued to lap at her aching snatch.

  Clarissa opened her mouth and sucked on the bell-end presented before her. She reached down and grabbed his straining sacs, as she moved her head to the side and began to suckle on the underside of the succulent shaft, the veins rippling as his balls tightened.

  “That’s it! You know you’re going to have a nice journey when you’re in Richard’s limo.”

  “I can’t believe this is happening,” gasped Clarissa into her mouthful of cock. Brett’s licking intensified between her legs causing her to suck faster, and she took as much of it in her mouth as she could, gagging on the wide girth and cupping his big shaven balls. She took it out of her mouth and slurped on the bell-end like it was an ice lolly. She couldn’t see Richard’s face, all she could see was his undone trousers. Glancing outside, she was glad there were no passers-by. The streetlights shone in, and dark navy shadows were cast everywhere.

  As Clarissa sucked, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She was startled as a big black thing came in through the window. That can’t be a snake… hang on, it’s…

  She realized what it was. A passer-by had obviously seen what was going on and stuck his big black cock in through the window.

  “Hey, don’t mind me ma’am,” said Jackson, who happened to have strolled up to the unsuspecting vehicle-ménage. “What’s a homeboy to do? Jackson needs his dick sucked baby. Get those white lips on it, ho!” said the deep bellowing voice from outside.

  Clarissa hadn’t seen Jackson’s face, but as his big black bell-end nudged-up near to Richard’s big white bell-end, she was no longer lead by her head but rather by her heart. She opened her mouth and began to suck on Jackson’s helmet like a thirsty person finding an oasis in the desert.

  Jackson even out-measuring Richard at a ridiculous 10 ¼ inches, and Clarissa had a hard job getting it in her mouth, but she opened her mouth like a good girl and began to take the black beast inside. Opening her gullet and rocking her head back and forth she sucked him fervently, while Richard took matters into his own hands and caressed his own knob while he waited patiently. Brett looked up and couldn’t believe the sight – one big white dick and one big black dick, poking in through the window.

  “Just get back to eating Bretty-boy,” said Clarissa, definitely enjoying the position she was in. Brett lapped more quickly, flicking his tongue over her clit, which only en
couraged her as she took both big dongs in her hands, slapped them together and stuck her tongue up between them. “Yum! It’s like vanilla and chocolate at the same time,” she slurped, rubbed the big bells together and sucking on them both, her lips not big enough to take them both but she had a damn good try. She pressed them together and licked as she heard stereo moans coming from outside.

  “Jesus! Jackson’s got a big load for you, honey!” She heard the bellowing voice say, reaching out and squeezing his big black grapefruits as they tightened up dramatically. Maybe it was the friction of Richard’s bell up against his, or Clarissa’s quick tongue over his monster-eye, but it wasn’t long before Jackson’s shaft strained and pulsated in orgasmic passion, as he let out a deep cry. Clarissa massaged his tight nuts as he ejaculated, shooting right into Clarissa’s open mouth. Richard withdrew his knob to avoid getting his helmet blasted, as Clarissa gobbled down the load, hungrily consuming as much of the cum as she could, while she reached up and milked his throbbing shaft simultaneously.

  Clarissa gulped hard and fast as Jackson too withdrew his softening snake. “Ooh man. I needed to unload. Thanks a lot for that. White chicks give good head baby!”

  “No worries,” said Clarissa slightly ashamedly as she drank down the remainder of her mouthful of goo and licked her lips. “Time to finish you off now Richard,” she called up to the driver.

  “Sure. But I’m going to get in now. Brett, you take the wheel.”

  “I’m slightly over the limit,” said Brett from his tongue-full of pie.

  “Don’t you worry about that. I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ve only had a couple. So just get behind the wheel and start driving,” instructed Richard.

  Brett got out and got into the driver’s seat, as Richard stepped into the back. The tall driver sat down next to Clarissa, his big dick sticking out from his slacks. He undid his slacks and pulled them down along with his boxer shorts. He was now dressed just in his driver’s cap, the top-half of his uniform, his shiny shoes and socks. Naked on his lower half, his huge erect dong swayed about in front of him. “He’s got you nice and ready,” said Richard as Brett hit the accelerator and the car whizzed off.

  As they drove through the downtown streets, Clarissa’s hand massaged Richard’s huge prick as he eyed-up her fully slick pussy. “There’s a sunroof up there. Why don’t you open it, get some fresh air,” he suggested.

  “Ok,” said Clarissa, and she opened the large sunroof and stuck her head up through it. It was a beautiful view. There were more pedestrians around, people were out and about. As Clarissa admired the sights she felt Richard’s firm hands on her taut buttocks. He lifted up her dress and parted her butt-cheeks. He eagerly perused her tiny starfish, outstretched his tongue and began to lick over the delicate hole. It was an exhilarating feeling for Clarissa – the wind in her hair, zooming down the street whist getting her butt-hole licked by a perfect stranger. She could feel the peak of Richard’s chauffeur cap pressing into her lower back as he lapped keenly at her ass, arousing her further.

  Putting both her arms out and onto the roof, Clarissa stood up on the backseat, her heels digging into the leather. She felt Richard’s large shiny bell-end pressing up against her wanton snatch, eager to be let inside. She wanted to feel every inch of him inside her, she knew that he could satisfy her so much more than Tom ever had.

  “Do you have a condom?” asked Clarissa.

  “I don’t,” said Richard, not slowing down, still trying to push himself inside.

  “Oh ok… fuck it!” said Clarissa, giving him full permission, and Richard raised his ass up off the seat and plunged half his knob up into her pulsating pussy. Her pussy muscled clenched around his girth and sucked him in further, as Richard stood to his feet and pressed all 8 ¾ inches deep into her quivering flange. He fucked her, balls-deep, as Brett put his foot down on the accelerator. He began to pump her, standing up and driving his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her with his hands on her slim waist and her skirt hitched up, fucking her steadily in the black of night as the car sped along.

  Brett looked into the mirror and couldn’t believe his eyes. There was Clarissa, the girl that he had spent the last year ogling in class, getting shagged rotten in the back by this randy driver. He was watching and loving every second of it, his knob still hard, zipped-up and pressing against his underwear.

  The traffic lights changed to red and Brett hit the brakes. They were in quite a crowded part of town, people were crossing the road, out and about, going about their evening business. Clarissa looked around and suddenly felt quite self-conscious as people were walking along, looking at her. The windows of the limo were tinted so no one could see in, but they sure could see her, sticking out of the sunroof with a big smile on her face.

  “Hi. Nice ride!” said a guy as he rode past on his bike.

  Clarissa felt intense waves of pleasure shake through her body as she was getting penetrated by this huge tool, unbeknownst to the outside world. Some girls crossed the zebra crossing in front. “Can we have a lift?” joked one of the girls.

  Clarissa laughed, trying to hide the fact that she was getting screwed. “Enjoy your party. Have a good time,” said one of the other girls.

  “Thanks! I will do,” shrieked Clarissa, sounding emotional, taking the rigid length deep inside her, bareback, as Richard’s big balls slapped up against her.

  Richard pummeled in and out rampantly, grabbing her hips, screwing her like a bitch, drilling his big frustrated penis into her, his balls tightening, full of spunk and ready to shoot. “Oh my God,” moaned Clarissa, her thighs clenched and her buttocks wobbled as he penetrated her fully. “I’m gonna cum!” Clarissa bit her lip as she mumbled it, managing to conceal her pleasure for a moment in the crowded street.

  Clarissa felt an amazing rush, from her toes all the way up to the top of her head as an incredible climax took over, making her body shake with intense waves of ecstasy. She squirted down the shaft, soaking Richard’s stick and drenching his big shaven balls.

  The squirt was too much for Richard, and his nuts twitched as he ejaculated his seminal fluids, shooting his potent thick creamy sperm out and deep into Clarissa’s body. He closed his eyes as Clarissa opened hers. It seemed like everyone in the street was looking at her at that precise moment, and although they couldn’t see what was going on inside, they could sure see the look of pleasure on her face, as she felt the spunk being sprayed inside her. She was in the middle of an inadvertent public impregnation.

  Richard’s sperm did their job and swam, the blind miniscule jizz wagging their little tails up to Clarissa’s fertile egg. The plucky spooge journeyed on as Richard let out an amazing sigh of relief. Clarissa got off his wanger as it began to become flaccid. She sat back down on the comfy seat as the light turned to green and Brett hit the accelerator again.

  Clarissa looked down at her hitched-up dress and at the cream-pie between her legs as it dripped out onto the seat. “Ummm, mind the leather,” said Richard with his drained balls in his hand. Her mind wandered to Tom, and then she thought, Screw Tom. He should’ve caught this ride.

  Richard pulled up his boxer shorts and driver slacks, and zipped himself up. “Pull over, Brett. I’ll take the wheel again.”

  “Sure thing,” agreed Brett. The two swapped places again, Richard taking the wheel as though nothing had happened, his spunk inside Clarissa.

  “What have I done, Brett?”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said, unzipping.

  “Yeah, I’m just going to enjoy myself tonight,” said Clarissa, her hand quickening on Brett’s straining shaft as she wanked him, roughly pumping her fist back and forth as his full balls bounced.

  Brett got to his feet as Clarissa jacked him, aiming towards the open window. “We’re almost there,” called out Richard.

  “Should be a good night tonight,” said Clarissa as her wrist sped up, so fast that it was a blur. “There are some good bands that are going to be there,”
as Brett cried out, keen to unload.

  Brett shot his load out of the open window, jetting out into the street like a water pistol and spraying a passer-by.

  Fully drained, Brett sat down as the limo pulled up to the venue of the Summer Ball. As she danced with Tom later that night, Clarissa felt slightly self-aware as her cream-pie dripped down her smooth leg and onto her shoe. She went to the bathroom to clean herself up and wondered how things were going to turn out.

  8 Months Later

  As Clarissa sucked on Tom’s 6 incher, with a big fat belly, a big fat ass, and big fat milky tits, she looked up at him with her mouthful of penis.

  “But, I’m still not sure how it can be mine. I mean, we always used condoms, and… are you sure that condom broke that time?”

  “Yes, the condom broke,” said Clarissa reassuringly.

  She was pretty sure that was what happened anyway. She had a bit of a selective memory about that night.

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  Steamy Erotica Story 39

  E ngaged to be married. We hadn’t actually set a date, but it was absolutely on the cards. We’d been dating for several years, and I did love him very much. To be honest, he wasn’t my perfect man (looks wise) but I did still find him attractive. We were the same age. Being a woman in my thirties, I did have a thing for the slightly younger man – I’ll admit that. But that was always more of a fantasy, and I was aware that love was much deeper than just what was on the outside.

  My fiancé’s name was Jeff and he was a kind man. I little bit annoying sometimes in the things that he said, but overall he had a good heart. We had been planning to get married in the Maldives - hot, abroad, on a beach. We hadn’t quite decided exactly where the ceremony would take place yet. Nothing too extravagant, but a nice fun wedding with a little secluded beach party afterwards. We knew that some of our relatives wouldn’t be able to make it because of the distance, and this was a good thing. Why would we want all our relatives there when we’d probably have a better time without them? It’s the truth, as harsh as it sounds.