Dark Wanderer Sex Stories Novels & Stories

And I had just been ruined by the man she called her soulmate. I closed my eyes, the ghost of his scent..cedar, sweat, and raw, masculine musk.. filling my senses. It was wrong. It was the dirtiest, most unforgivable thing I had ever done. But as I felt Kade’s heart beating against my back, slow and steady, I knew I would do it again. I realized then that this dirty little affair, this descent into madness and filth, had all started with one single, impossible moment. It had all started when I walked into this very room, silent and unsuspecting, and caught Kade…my sister’s perfect, untouchable husband..with his eyes closed and his nostrils flared, desperately sniffing my dirty underwear.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built. Richard growled, slamming deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. I edged closer, stroking furiously, whispering more dirty encouragement. "Cum on that black dick, Jess. Let him flood you while I watch." Her eyes stayed on me, wild and locked, the cuckold thrill surging through us all as he drove her toward the edge, her tight cunt pulsing relentlessly around his relentless thrusts. This filthy night was far from over, her screams echoing as the climax built, promising more raw, interracial destruction.

It was meant to be closed today, but we managed to get past the guard, and now here we were, completely alone. ‘It's a beautiful view’. I rolled my eyes because he wasn’t even paying attention to the view... He was looking at me. God, He’s so soppy. ‘Hey, how about we… you know?’. Raising his eyebrows, he just looked at me. ‘You wanna have sex on the top of the Eifel tower?’ I nodded. Grinning, He turned me around, his hand went up my skirt and he ripped my underwear off. He was being rough. I like it! I heard his zipper come down as he bent me over the rail, and pushed into me without any warning.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

He asked, his tone laced with curiosity. How did that feel? That felt like the most amazing sex I'd ever had. He knew when to make me beg, when to push harder, when to slow down. This was the kind of man I'd spent my whole life searching for. The wannabe dominant men I'd met at clubs couldn't even make me cum twice. Yet he did that, easily. But I knew men like Rocco very well. The moment they knew just how much you loved their strokes, they'd take advantage of it.

Adam kicks his pants away, the heavy denim hitting the floor with a dull thud that’s barely audible over the rain. His dick springs free, thick and pulsing in the dim, amber light of the dining room. It’s a heavy, angry-looking thing, and he doesn't even bother using his hands to guide it. He just reaches out and grabs Skyler’s thighs, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he spreads her wide right there on the edge of the oak table. He buries himself in her pussy with one heavy, brutal shove that sends a vibration through the entire piece of furniture.

A short story about a quick blow job. Enjoy.. ***** My job requires me to travel on a regular basis and I get bored at times when out of town by myself. Once again, I found myself in a hotel room after a day of meetings not knowing what to do for the evening. Dinner and a couple of beers would kill a couple hours but the routine was getting to me, kind of like the rest of my routine life. After more than 20 years of marriage, life seemed like one big rut that had me stuck in place. My thoughts turned to my wilder, younger days filled with parties, drugs, alcohol and women. I had a few bi experiences with some buddies when we were stoned and horny but left those days behind when I got married