Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Roxy picked up her hair band that was sitting on the bedside table and tied it around his balls – a little bit too tight. She had never done anything like this before and Chris started to feel rather uncomfortable.

  “Umm… that kinda hurts.” He told her.

  “Oh really, does it? Well, this is what you get for complaining.” She picked up her hairbrush and gave his cock a firm hit with it. His dick swayed from side to side with the blow, and he felt a combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Now, let’s play.” With that, she got up and walked over to the closet, opened the closet door and took out a small black box. She took it over to the bed, rested it down and opened the lid. Chris stood there, and watched in amazement as she took out a dildo which appeared to be attached to a studded belt, and a tube of lubrication.

  “Do you like the look of it?” she asked.

  It was about 8 inches.

  “Hmmm I’m not sure – won’t that be a bit big for you?”

  She didn’t answer, and instead held it up next to his cock. As he looked at them both side by side, Chris started to feel slightly inadequate and embarrassed.

  “You like that don’t you, you dirty boy.”

  As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was really enjoying this. He glanced over to the closet and half expected another woman, perhaps her friend Cheryl, to pop out smiling, but he realized there was nobody else there, and the realization of what was in store for him was starting to hit him.

  “So… you want that in your pussy? Is that what you had in mind?” he asked, checking, almost trying to talk her into doing something else.

  She looked up at him and said, “This isn’t for me. It’s my present to you.”

  Butterflies and nerves started to swarm in his stomach as he said, “But how could it be for me?... I’ll just fuck you instead. Good ol’ traditional sex. Ok?”

  Roxy shook her head. “Uh-uh. No way. We’re doing this.”

  He stood there still for a few moments, while what she had just said began to sink in. He’d never seriously considered doing this. But he figured, as long as he wanted to carry on dating this hot woman, he probably didn’t have much say in the matter.

  Roxy took the elastic band off his nuts, stood up, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to a seated position on the edge of the bed. She straddled him, her firm tits in his face as he hungrily sucked and licked at her erect nipples. She moved back and got down on her knees, crouching in front of him.

  She took his cock in her mouth, but this time just for a couple of seconds, before swiftly moving down to his balls, licking them, taking them in her mouth one at a time, sucking them and making him squirm.

  Roxy was enjoying being in complete control, and opened his legs wide, making him lay back on the bed. Her tongue darted out as she held his cheeks open, and she began flicking the tip of her tongue over his crack. Chris winced and writhed around in pleasure – this was the first time he’d ever had his ass licked, and he was amazed at how good it felt.

  Chris closed his eyes and rolled his head back. But she stopped licking. A couple of seconds later he felt some cold wet gel being dropped onto his ass-crack. He opened his eyes and looked down, this time witnessing Roxy’s long finger beginning to press against his ass. He gasped as she pushed her finger deep inside him, all the way to the knuckle. All feelings of embarrassment quickly disappeared but the nerves stayed, as she finger banged him rhythmically.

  “Get on your hands and knees on the bed. Turn over,” she commanded. Surely she was going to loosen him up a bit more first, he thought, but didn’t dare complain or say anything. He just turned over and got on all fours on the bed.

  “I’m going to milk you,” he heard her say over his shoulder. Roxy slid her finger into his ass again. She began to tug downwards, with her finger deep in his ass, milking his cock like a cow’s udder.

  Suddenly she stopped and stood up straight. “It’s time,” she said.

  Chris looked over his shoulder as watched in disbelief as she wrapped the strap-on around her waist and fastened it firmly. She grabbed the lube and squeezed some out onto the head of the dildo. “Arch your back for me. Good boy.”

  Chris did what he was told. He faced the front, arched his back and spread his legs a little. Suddenly he felt the head press up against his ass. There was no way this huge thing was going to fit inside him, he thought, as she grabbed hold of his hips. But she had prepared him enough, and she began to thrust forward, pushing the sex-toy into his ass. The head slipped in, and he cried out in pain, but before he was able to pull away she pulled his hips back and drilled forward, sliding the full length of the shaft right up his ass, impaling him fully.

  She slowly rocked her hips back and forth and began to fuck him. Now there was no pain. The toy was massaging his g-spot, and it was starting to feel good. Really good.

  Roxy started to speed up and really take the reins, sliding the plastic cock in and out of his ass, faster and faster, fucking him hard. She slapped his ass-cheeks repeatedly, making them red.

  Even though Chris was enjoying it, he wouldn’t have been able to get her to stop even if he’d wanted her to, because Roxy had grabbed a hold of his hair and was now pounding him like a sissy, truly dominating him. The insults came next. “You’re loving this aren’t you, you dirty whore.”

  God, what a nasty bitch she really was, he thought to himself, as his ass was being totally violated by someone he thought loved him.

  He felt her reach around and grab his throbbing cock, and after only a couple of strokes he felt himself cumming. He shot his hot milky load all over the bed in front of them.

  He moaned as she pulled out of him. “Right – you got off. Now it’s my turn. Lie on your back!”

  Exhausted, Chris turned over and lay on his back, his sore ass beneath him. He felt used and abused, but it had been a massive turn-on. Not only had he never seen this side to her, but he had never even imagined that it existed.

  Roxy straddled his chest. Hovering above his face and still wearing the strap-on, she began to finger herself and rub her clit. Chris looked up, and saw the big plastic balls bouncing up and down before him. She let out a huge ecstatic moan, and squirted her love-juice all over his face. He had been fucked like a cheap whore, and then been cum on. He guessed she now wore the trousers.

  Roxy lay down next to him, panting. Her smile was back.

  “I really enjoyed that,” he said.

  She kissed him on the lips. “Me too… and I’m glad you did, because we’re going to do that a lot more often!” she said with an evil glint in her eye.

  Chris decided that he definitely liked this new side to her.

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  Steamy Erotica Story 45

  L inda bound her hair in a thick bun. The length of it had gotten out of hand and she knew it was far past time for a cut.

  “What am I doing to do with you?” she asked her hair. At least she was able to keep it tidy enough to look decent.

  Her body still radiated with warmth from her recent shower and she sat naked in front of her mirror as she readied her body lotion. A lullaby from her past flooded her mind and she sang it aloud while applying the lotion. She rubbed and massaged it into her skin. By the time the process was complete she noticed a small mark on her left shoulder. Linda was certain it hadn’t been there before. No, her skin was flawless. She rubbed at it and grimaced as it flaked away and fell to the ground.

  Humming her favorite song, Linda danced her way through her home in the nude. She glanced over at the few pictures of her ex-boyfriend and tried to subdue the pang of sorrow she felt about their recent break up. Vincent had been a good man but he never really had much passion for life, or for Linda. When Linda finally garnered the courage to confront him about it he simply looked away and stated his disinterest in her. She knew she’d recover, though. She deserved a lover that could please her, in all aspects of her life. But maybe she didn’t know where to look.

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nbsp; Linda went to bed, relaxed, moisturized and ready for the next busy day at the office. She closed her eyes. But she was unaware of the thin film of liquid spreading over her body at a slow rate, encasing her in a sack for transport.

  She opened her eyes just a crack only to be blinded by a bright light. She noticed her surroundings were wrong. She was in a room of pure gray, no color at all. Linda sat up on the hard surface. She stood, only to fall to her knees when she realized how weak she felt. There was another table on the opposite side of the room with several objects lined in a row. When her vertigo waned she stood and walked toward the table.

  “What the hell?” she growled.

  Lined in front of her were several variations of different dildos and pleasure tools. Turning around she noticed there were no sheets or clothing to be found, nothing to cover herself with. Her eyes moved skyward and she scanned the gray ceiling for any indications of cameras filming her.

  “Choose one,” a deep voice rumbled through the air.

  Linda jumped at the sound.

  “Why?” she asked. “Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?”

  “Choose one. I will tell you later as to why you’re here.”

  “Are you going to kill me?”

  After a long pause, “No.”

  A tear ran down her cheek and she examined the different dildos on the table. One looked violent and painful, hooked at the end with an almost knife-like head. Another was long and thin, long enough to go far up into her body. The thought made her shiver. Several others looked like normal male penises but she noticed one that looked different and unique.

  Tentatively she reached out and touched it, finding the head to be bulbous and firm. The shaft was hard and only slightly bendable, unlike the others that were very flexible. Her hand moved down the length and she felt the round bumps that covered the shaft as well as the big veins that ran down it. She picked it up and held it up in the air.

  “I chose one,” she announced.

  “Now use it,” the voice boomed.

  “No! You’re disgusting!”

  “I need you to use it.”

  Linda paused and looked down at the dildo in her hand. Something was awfully strange about the situation. Some of the dildos were crazy and imaginative. The voice that came through the air was loud and crystal clear. There was no possible way it was coming through an intercom system. It was like the voice was right beside her.

  “Do you have lubrication for it?” Linda asked quietly. She felt humiliated. Why was she here?

  “Yes, you’ll find it on the side of the table.”

  True to the stranger’s words she found a supply of lubrication and blushed fiercely when she noticed it was the brand she used herself for the dildo she kept at home. She opened the bottle and doused the toy with the liquid.

  It’s alright. Just like college and doing the sex camera work to pay for school. I can do this.

  She relaxed on her back and spread her legs. Taking the dildo, she placed the head against her pussy and pressed it into her. The head entered her and then the rest of it until it filled her with its girth. Her head swam with the sensation. She sat up and moved to her knees, ready for directions.

  “Ok. I’m using it,” she gasped. The fake cock inside her felt astonishingly good -- ungodly good, in fact. Her vision blurred and pleasure lanced through her body at the feel of it inside her.

  “Use it the right way,” the voice commanded.

  “Finish? You mean?”

  “Yes.”

  Ok.

  Linda gripped the base, and pulled it half-way out before thrusting it back in. “Oh, fuck,” she groaned. It didn’t take long for her to get off and cum from the dildo. The beads that coated the shaft almost seemed to pulse against her walls and the veins bulging along the girth rubbed her just right. “I’m done.”

  “Now, put it back on the table and stand back.”

  Linda readied herself for a fight. If she was going to be nailed then she was going to put up the fight of her life. A door in the wall slid up slowly.

  Linda watched large feet as they were revealed -- bare feet leading up to strong looking legs and a large, hanging cock. She was ready to fight but she was also in awe of the Adonis’ body being exposed inch by inch, as the door raised. The door reached his head and revealed a bald skull and chiseled face.

  The man’s skin was almost pure white, except for hues of purple and blue across his exposed legs and down his arms. He stood tall, well over six feet. And when he walked into the room, Linda could tell he was much taller than even that. Almost closer to seven feet, she thought.

  Her body ached with sexual desire for him. There was nothing she could do. Even with her fear for her own safety he was the epitome of a muscle stud and rugged hunk. Her eyes locked onto the man’s cock, hanging down between his legs. He had no hair anywhere, not even on his groin. He had perfectly smooth flesh over his rippling and bulging muscles.

  “Don’t hurt me,” Linda gasped as he drew closer. He grabbed her wrists and forced her hands down to her sides while he leaned in and gently nuzzled her neck. “Please.” She closed her eyes as he kissed up and down her neck, still holding her wrists.

  He turned his hands and twined his fingers towards her. She gripped his hands with her own and let his massive hands envelope hers. Linda felt his body against her and relaxed. He felt safe, and she could tell his motivations weren’t violent. So she let him take her.

  He pressed her to the wall and kissed her, before moving her to the table where he pushed her on her back. He mounted her, and pressed himself up against her. She gasped as his cock penetrated her. He thrust hard. His penis was bigger than the dildo she used, and it felt much better. She could feel the pulse of the veins and the heat of his body inside her. Her hands explored his ribs and the planes of his back while she moaned at the feel of his hip-jerks.

  She felt him pause and she gasped at the feel of his climax. Cum pulsed into her body in thick streams filling her wonderfully.

  “I have very potent sperm,” he whispered and pulled out.

  “What?” Linda gasped, now fully aware of herself.

  He touched her face and smiled. “Fear not. But we need your milk.”

  “I don’t understand,” she gasped.

  “Just breathe. It’s time for the milking,” he said.

  “ Milk me? What do you mean?”

  “Milk you like a cow, that’s what I mean.”

  “Seriously?”

  He didn’t acknowledge her. Rather he lifted her up and carried her out of the room. She watched the tunnel pass by as he walked with long strides. Tubes and other mechanical mysteries passed Linda’s sight as the tunnel narrowed. The creature had to crouch down and step through carefully.

  He bent down and gathered a set of long tubes that he used to wrap around Linda’s arms and thighs. He clamped large prongs that held her comfortably in the air while she stared up toward the strange man’s face. He took two tubes and attached them to her aching nipples. When he placed two large suction cups over her swollen breasts she locked eyes with him.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  “I will extract it out of you.”

  “Have you done this before?”

  “Maybe.”

  She clenched her hands and tried to slow her racing heart.

  “I’m going to start the process. Relax, it will be over before you know it,” the man said.

  Before she could ask anything else a gentle, barely audible hum came through the tubes and immediately she began to feel a strong suction on her breasts. They pulsed and sucked in a steady rhythm. It didn’t hurt. She could feel her milk begin leaving her nipples through the machine’s steady sucking. The man watched with his naked body still exposed. Linda stared at his cock and licked her lips.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she groaned.

  His penis slowly hardened and stood fully erect. He approached and poured a drop of the same lubrication that she�
��d found in the room over his phallus. His cock entered her forcefully, and she moaned at the feeling. He breathed against her as her milk was extracted.

  “Oh,” she groaned. “That feels so good. Fuck me harder.”

  The man thrust harder, his cock striking her sweet-spot with each strong push. She loved it, the feel of his veins and the bumps of his shaft inside her. His muscled stomach and chest rubbed up against her, and his grunts grew deep and ragged. The sucking of the machine combined with the man’s fucking caused Linda to roll back her head and scream. She came with him inside her, and squirted around his girth.

  He pulled out, and she was shocked to see that she was still producing milk.

  “I shouldn’t be making so much,” Linda said.

  “You’re being stimulated to keep producing,” the man told her. His shoulders heaved and sweat slicked his skin.

  “That can’t be healthy.”

  “Remember you’re not going to be harmed. It’s a very safe process.”

  “Then fuck me until it’s finished. You feel so good.”

  He smiled, and revealed white, human-like teeth. His tongue darted out, snake-like.

  “Or you could tongue-fuck me. It looks like you’d be good.”

  He knelt down between her legs. His long, vine-like tongue slipped up into her pussy. He tasted himself and her own cum, and she panted and sighed in intense pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck!” she yelled, and came again, waves of euphoria washing over her. The milking process seemed to slow down, but she was still craving the big cock the big man possessed.

  “You’re finished,” he said and removed the suction device from her nipples.

  “Sweet Mary. Mother of God.”

  He unbound her left arm, and then her right. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he unlatched her legs.

  “The process is complete. I’ll return you to your bedroom now.” He began to move but Linda grabbed his biceps, too large for her to wrap her hand around. “What is it?”