1. The Dark Side


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    dildo balls deep in his ass without mercy and taunted him, “Who’s superior now, bitch? Answer me! Who’s superior now?” Normally, Dave was the silent type during sex. All that panting and moaning and talking was for chicks in pornos. David had had sex where he didn’t even exchange names with the person, let alone make a sound; he wouldn’t even breathe heavy. Being restrained in that stockade, uncomfortable as hell, out of control, in pain, and in the throes of pleasure like he had never known before, David was crying, moaning, screaming and panting like a rabid dog. He wanted to say, “You are! You’re superior, Goddess! You are.” He couldn’t form words so he grunted with each ferocious thrust he received. He’d been in sub-space before, that mental place when he was transformed to nothing more than a mass of sexual desire. This was a different place. He was terrified and pissed and ashamed and aroused. He was vulnerable and . . . enslaved. He couldn’t move physically but more than loss of mobility, he was a prisoner to his perverted lusts and the sensations that were liberating and terrifying at the same time. His brain misfired as his body betrayed him. He surrendered. He relaxed all his muscles but he gave up emotionally to the fact that he was being fucked senseless: psychologically and physically. Tears flowed down his cheeks. Desiree’ owned him. He pulled vigorously against his restraints, desperate for release. In that instant of realization, he came. He erupted in ...
    pleasure as cum poured from his cock, as he orgasmed in every cell in his body. David was revived from a temporary loss of consciousness. His limbs ached, his ass felt empty. He lay defeated and crumpled on the floor. As he opened his eyes, he saw Desiree’ moving about the room, superficially straightening things and looking as fresh as a daisy. In shame, he scrambled to find his clothing and cover his nudity. Even dressed, he felt naked, exposed. His arrogance was gone. He didn’t feel the need to put her in her place, to ridicule her, to demean her. He wanted nothing more than to lay in her arms and be comforted and nurtured. He wanted to nurse from her breast like a newborn in his African mother’s arms. He wanted her approval and validation but he was not to get it. “Time’s up, Dayo. I don’t have another opening for six months so be sure to make an appointment before you leave.” Her confidence that he was going to see her again was not at all arrogant. David would pay triple her fee to be able to see her again and see her soon. In that moment he would have left his wife and family if Desiree would simply allow him to lay at the foot of her bed. His soul craved more degradation like only she could deliver. As Desiree’ opened the door, not at all subtly ushering him out, Rebecca Manetti strolled past her, like she had been there 100 times before but not before stopping to give Mistress Desire a kiss that rivaled any late-night, soft-core lesbian Cinetime porno ever made. In less ...
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