Dark cravings; A collection of short, steamy stories

"Are you sure you are ready to do this, Anne?" he had asked the umpteenth time, and my answers were still the same.

"Yes, Rick."

"Nobody is going to find out," I continued.

"As long as you don't say a word to anyone about what we did, I'd definitely act like nothing happened." I'm sure he could see the plea in my eyes. Plea for a potential long night of sexual satisfaction, lustful exhibition, and pleasure craving.

"Please-" My timbre was shaky, but I knew he knew how authentic it was. I needed him, and I love that I needed him.

"Please make love to me, Rick." I pulled myself closer to him, holding the collar of his shirt, while stretching my face upwards to meet his. Rick would pass for a basketball player or maybe a model if engineering wasn't something he had always loved. His height was one of the, if not the most, arguably, finessed features about him.

Tall, built, and had a skin like one whose creature, on his day of creation, had dipped into a hot pot of chocolate oil. His brown was shining. He wasn't a dedicated member of the gym, yet he had this athletically built torso. If he was going to the gym, "Oh my God."

"Don't say no to me, Rick, please." I had already lowered my head; my height ended on his chest, so I could feel his heart racing.

The beat was anxiously shaking the foundation of my clitoris.

"But, but, I-I can't, Anne, can't you-see?" He nervously stuttered. His deep baritone voice made his chest vibrate on my head. It felt good. It felt real. I couldn't fathom which I was falling for already, the strong fragrance from his Lonicera Fragrantissima cologne, his heartbeat, or the warmth that came from holding on close to him.

"I can't do this to my brother, Anne," he continued. I looked up to meet his face once again; I looked down without saying a word.

"I-I-" he paused again. Inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was oddly enjoying the emotional torture I was putting him through, seeing that my closeness to him was already yielding a positive result. I slowly pulled away from the self-induced grip. Slowly, I raised my heels off the ground, balancing on my forefeet, giving me an increased height as I made for his lips. He didn't resist, as he reciprocated my efforts; he circled his left hand on my waist, helping me regain my balance and posture, his head bent lower to support mine. I'm sure he must have noticed that my neck was already hurting.

The kiss was so good. Passionate, lustful, tasteful, and as slowly as our lips journeyed through each other's mouths, its tempo increasing and decreasing involuntarily.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Rick?" I interrupted the sensual moment, but he didn't say a word. The guilt was gone; the thought of not wanting to hurt his only brother's wife was gone. He had ignited the zeal in me, the urge, the passion, the hunger, the thirst to have him all to myself, and I love that out of the blue, he was ready to devour me, much as I was ready to let him have whichever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and however he wanted.

We resumed kissing; this time, it was more intense, better, and with many more erotic sounds, which made me wet.

His hands left their previous position and went to the back of my bra, and just like an expert, which I never knew he was, he had unhooked the breast house, making my pawpaw-shaped breast fall out like a child who has been locked in all day and finally given the freedom to go out and play.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe," he grinned sheepishly. Exposing and showing off his perfectly carved dentition as he stared at the two rounded pounds of flesh, which in a couple of seconds would be his to do whatever it pleases him to do with. His left hand went first, accompanied by his right, as he had grabbed and taken hold of my breast, caressing it so gently.

"Ouch, Rick." I let out a short moan. It was the alibi he needed to do more. I then took a step backward, his palms still on my boobs, my head was already raised, facing the ceiling, my eyes shut so heavily.

I was loving whichever pleasure I was getting from him while still on my feet.

He lowered his head to meet my chest, then from the right nipples, he buried his mouth into it, sucking and milking it like it was his right to. I had already stopped breastfeeding my girl. She was with the nanny at home. My husband, his brother was on a business trip. I was there with him in the room, filled with lust.

Nobody would know I was in Newcastle. If he wasn't going to tell, I would definitely not want to ruin my marriage as well.

He sucked so well. Rick was born to do this. To suck the living daylight out of my breast.

"Oh God!" I let out another soft moan as he did what he knew how best to do. He had lifted me up from the ground, his mouth still on my mammary gland, his eyes shut as he led me to his bed. I was very much oblivious of what was happening or what was to happen, but I loved the feeling. The feeling of being dominated under his masculinity. The feeling of finally getting to have a taste of the dick I have always envisaged, prayed for, hoped for, and wished for.

The dick of my husband's twin brother.

He had placed me so gently on the bed; my eyes were still shut, but I was conscious of my environment. I felt his hold on me; I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes to meet his, smiling so mawkishly. Rick hardly smiles; the least he does is to grin.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, rather in a soothing way. I liked it when my mate was dominant. Commanding and a little bit authoritative.

Rick was all shades of being good in a bad way.

"Fuck me like your whore, Rick," I pleaded with my eyes. The lust was obvious.

"Please fuck me, step brother"

"Your wish is my command, your majesty." We both giggled, and that was the beginning of the end.

He had taken his time to journey with his tongue, accomplished with his fingers all over my body. Starting from my hair to licking my ears, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish into it, which in turn made me shiver. Quiver. Goosebumps finding their way to my skin, he was good. It's been a while since I felt this way.

I had wanted to reciprocate the gestures, but Rick was my type of man. "Relax, Anne, take a chill pill."

He made for my breast, my pink nipples now fully erect and staring into space. He fondled it a bit, making me let out a soft moan, the third in a minute. The caressing gave way for his tongue to do the rest, and while on it, his fingers found their way into my already moist area; my pussy was already yielding for his touch, but Rick was just taking his time.

A finger went in first, sliding in and sliding out. Then a second, in a clockwise position. It wasn't giving him what he wanted; he slid them out, giving me my juice to lick as I was already dropping, and his bedsheets flooded. I loved the scent of my pussy.

He inserted the finger, which he had once buried, into my mouth. Gagging me to lick all, which I did. He then held my throat, and for a minute or two, I felt darkness.

He held it with his right and returned his left to my pussy, fingering as he repeatedly entered and exited my body with two fingers, maintaining a consistent motion back and forth, like a piercing or probing action that doesn't stop completely at any point but rather moves in and out rhythmically. It was a sweet type of torture.

My moans and groans filled the room. I was breathing in and out so profusely, and when I finally opened my eyes after he had let go of me, I could see his eyes, scary. But I loved it.

"Turn over; let me show you how to deal with a bad girl like you," he ordered. Getting up to his feet and releasing his belt from the belt loop, and like a slave who was at the mercy of his master, I obeyed. Save for my bra, the gown I wore, which was skimpy, was raised up earlier for easy access to my pussy, and now, I had to remove it from my body, throwing it somewhere I don't know in the room, while turning and positioning my ass for his penetration from the back. I was in my birthday suit, totally naked, and waiting for him to undress.

"Thwack!!"

"Thwack!!!!"

I closed my eyes in painful pleasure as the leather landed on my ass. He then smiled, hitting his dick on my ass like one knocking at the door, awaiting a response before he goes in, but I'm all his. He needed no approval as he gently pushed his dick into my already awaiting pussy.

"Fuccccck," he groaned. Hit me with his left palm once more on the left side of my ass as he started thrusting in, slowly but in a locomotive motion. He then placed a pillow under my stomach to support my positioning, held my waist, pinning it to the pillow, and continued thrusting like a dog having his first session of breeding.

"Oooh, awwwwn, ohhh," my moans, once again, filled the room, and thank goodness he had a soundproof door; his neighbor might come knocking, thinking something was wrong with the way I was shouting and moaning.

"Tuwah" that was the sound my ass produced when his palms landed on it. He had pinned me to the bed, my ass right in front of him as he fucked me like I have never been fucked.

Each thrust of his produced a different moan soundtrack. The penetration was rapid, fierce and intense. He was hitting the right place. My G-spot.

"God! I'm Cumminggg Rick!"

"No bitch! Don't cum into I say so" he then switched position, my left leg and thigh on the bed, my right raised up to rest on his shoulder, while he on his end had an easier access to my pussy. I was dripping. The part of the bedsheets was already flooded. I have never felt that way in many years.

We kept on fucking, I kept on releasing fluids upon fluids on his cock. He paused. Inserted his fingers and fingered me so hard, ruthlessly massaging my clitoris. This made me want to jump out of my skin. The intensity was too much and the pleasure they accompanied it was amazing.

"FUCKKKKKKK RICK!!!" I shouted. Getting hold of the bedsheets. He sat down smiling at me, his droppings were so whitish and thick.

"Do you feel good?"

"You really have to trust me on this, Jane," he continued. I listened with keen interest.

"I'm much more of a good pussy eater than my father is. I swear with everything in me.

"You have to give me a chance to fuck you, and I trust you; you'd be mesmerized by how prolific I am with a woman's body."

"I have got to go, John..." I demanded. Leaving him speechless. He has been bragging a whole lot since the evening. Deafening my ears with boring tales of how good he was in bed and much better than his father, "allegedly."

John knew from the onset that I was never going to fall for any of his sugar-coated and perfidious boring tales. I was never attracted to males of my age. He was 27, and I was 25. His father was 65, bigger and better than any of the men I have dated in the past. I knew he (John) knew I was just a paramour. His wife, his mother, was already out of the picture literally.

I knew John had been crushing on me heavily for years, and all his attempts to make me his lover had all proved abortive. The last straw that broke the camel's back was when he returned from his self-vacation in Taiwan and met me in my birthday suit and in his father's room. He hasn't spoken to him about it, but he has been endlessly trying to get me to talk, and today was the first time I had succumbed to his endless pleas to meet up with me.

"I can love and treat you better than my father, Jane. Just give me a chance to prove myself worthy of your heart and body." He tried to hold onto my hand, stretching slowly, but I had technically dodged it. I was oddly scared that his father, my lover, would see us and suspect I was cheating on him already with his son.

"John," my timbre was low, but relatively audible. He muttered some words indistinctly, which I comprehended to be, "You're breaking my heart, Jane."

"Let's meet up in my apartment tomorrow. Dinner" I nervously stuttered, anticipating to see him elated, but he only slightly and momentarily raised his shoulder. I don't know if the shrug was to express doubt or indifference to my invitation. I knew John wanted to fuck me. He has always wanted that for three years, and tonight would be the first time I'd let him make it out of his bucket list.

He stared at me for some seconds. I couldn't fathom, smiled, and stood up to leave.

"Dinner in your place. Make sure you don't wear those panties." I chuckled at the sudden astonishment on his face.

I'd hear his engine kick to life. He drove out. I looked around. There were just a few people in the bar. I hurriedly gulped down the last residue of the glass. Belched mildly and then stood up to leave.

"Gracias" The waiter waved at me after taking back the glass and the extra Benjamin Franklin notes I left for him.

I knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but it'd be the first time to try and probably the last as well. I have tasted his father's dick for months. Tonight was the first time I'd have to compare and contrast if they were of the same magnitude, gustatory sensation, or indeed if genes were different.

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"Holy Mary. You're stunning, Jane. This was the first statement he made immediately after I had opened the door for him. For a minute or two or less, he stood at the door, not knowing if he was to go inside, make another compliment, or start eating me from the entrance. I knew he loved what he was seeing. He'd never have imagined that he'd have me on a platter of gold anytime soon.

I had seen him drop off from his car and headed to my doorstep, while I, in turn, went to put on the most skimpy and revealing gown I had. I did not need to be told that I had possessed this aura of seduction, which was the only attraction I couldn't resist.

"Do you like what you see?" I whispered, pouting out my tongue and running it slowly from the left part of my upper lip to the right part of my lower lip.

"I-I love what I am seeing, Jane. I fucking love it," he stuttered. Breathing shakily. I love how fascinated he was upon seeing me.

"If indeed you love what you're seeing, then come eat it without table manners." I winked seductively, removed my hand from the doorknob, and walked away slowly and in a lofty manner. I heard the door creak, then the lock sound.

I was in the center of the room. He was standing behind me. His hands felt so warm and comforting on my skin. I tried so hard to prevent the goosebumps from appearing on my skin, but his touches, soft, tender touches, were exceptional. I couldn't help but shiver. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to do it. I felt my breath gradually taken away. His hand seduction was a good one, and without any of us saying anything else since the last time we spoke at the entrance, he turned me slowly, and our lips found their way into each other's mouths. Our tongues journeying towards each other like we've missed each other for a long time, when in reality, it was the first time we'd come close to each other. His kisses felt so good, unlike his father's. I was trying so hard not to compare the two, but boy, John had the highest degree of kissing theory, and his hands just knew where it ought to be, when to be, and how to be there as he was softly fondling my breast. I eased him from the stress of trying to pull it down as the gown went down easily, and I was stacked naked in front.

His blue eyes are staring lustfully at me.

"Fuck me, John. Fuck me. Fuck me like you've always wanted, hoped for, dreamed of, and prayed for because this would be your last. He chortled.

"You think so?" He cupped my right breast, twiddling it with a purposeless motive.

I wanted to say yes, but John was oddly irresistible. I couldn't say a word. I tried to open my mouth and say one, but I ended up swallowing a lump. I was inhaling and exhaling rapidly. My legs suddenly felt heavy for my weight, and I could feel my wetness, dripping down to my thigh. He knew I couldn't say or do anything. I was at his mercy.

He then stroked my hair a bit, pushing me softly. I landed on my back on the couch. He smiled.

"I am going to fuck you like the bitch that you are, and when I am done, you'd never choose my father over a younger dick like me. For the first time in our five hours of meeting, I shut my eyes heavily in guilt, but then, what I was about to do was what I couldn't just say no to anymore. My pussy was yearning for his cock, which was already growing larger in size, and its bulge was making a print in his pants.

"Wouldn't you want to take your clothes off?" I finally asked the question that was in my head throughout the whole time he was there.

He was mute, lowered his body, bent his knees towards me, and his fingers went to my pussy. I sighed heavily. His fingers went in first, one, then a second one. The first scratching on my clitoris, making me shake. I held onto the couch. firmly. Then he started throbbing my pussy. His fingers went in and out of me rhythmically. His finger fuck was heavenly. He started at a slow motion, then the tempo increased rapidly as he started searching endlessly for my G-spot, which in no time he was able to locate, and that was the beginning of my first orgasm for the night.

"Fuck John!!" I screamed amidst pleasure, made to hug him, but he had pushed me down and rested his hand on my chest, making it nearly impossible for me to escape whatever it was that was coming my way.

My fluids flooded his palm. Thick and light. My legs were shaking. I was trembling. I wanted more than just his fingers.

"Get ready to be banged, you whore. Then tell me which is better, my dick or my father's."

He stood up, made to unhook his belt.

He stood up, made to unhook his belt.

"You've been a bad bitch, Jane, and I want to show you how bad bitches are been treated." I didn't say a word. Totally numb from what he wanted to do.

"You've been my father's little slut, and I'm sure you have little or no knowledge of that."

His panties were down. His cock, visibly staring at me. It was relatively big. Huge and gigantic, compared to his father's dick, which I was sure was of the same size when he (his father) was his age.

I watched in amazement as he stood in front of me, stroking his dick. First, slow. His left hand was on it, while his right was bent akimbo on his waist. He was matubating right in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at the handsome young man who was torturing me emotionally and starving me sexually of what should have been inside of me, tearing down my pussy.

"Oooh," he groaned. His head was raised to face the ceiling as the stroking became more intense.

"Fuck, Jane," his tempo, now fast. His moans were triggering all the sexual hormones in my body.

"Do you love what you're seeing, Jane?" He teased me. I could feel another stream of wetness building up once again. I was still recovering from the first orgasm of the night he had made me experience a few minutes ago. My legs were still weak and felt heavy.

He paused. Glowering at me. "I asked you a question, Jane," his hands still on his dick. "Do you love what you're seeing? Fucking reply to me!" He stared with a sullen annoyance. I trembled with fear.

"Ye- Ye- Yes," I anxiously replied. His facial expressions changed. The corner of his mouth turned up, and his front teeth were exposed.

"Now, it's your turn to make me watch you while you touch yourself." His cock was already flaccid as he made to sit on the opposite couch to watch me. The thought of having someone watch me pleasure myself made my chest tighten, but the fantasy was worth trying. The part of the couch where I sat was getting really soaked up with my dripping.

I adjusted my body in a way I could easily access my opening. He kept on staring at me. He was now gently stroking his dick to make it erect once again.

I started massaging the fleshy area on the top of my pubic bone, then I ran my fingers along the outer and inner lips of my vulva. This made me moan softly. The stimulation was getting more titillating. Then involuntarily started rubbing and stroking your clitoris through the hood simultaneously. Then I formed a "V" with my pointer and middle fingers and slid them up and down the sides of the clitoral shaft, amidst finding a rhythm that made me feel good. I had buried my head in the couch and couldn't see that he had resumed another round of masturbation while staring at me.

Then I started moving my fingers faster and harder. My moans were literally filling the room. I then intensified the feeling by applying heavy pressure until I couldn't stop screaming.

"Make sure you don't cum until I ask you to," he ordered from the other end of the room, where he was stroking his own dick.

Then I started using parallel rhythms when playing with my clitoris and vagina at the same time. I then switched up speeds between the two: fast fingers, slow penetration. I loved the experimentation I was having while stimulating my erogenous zones, playing around with various touches.

I started throbbing faster. He started stroking faster, and in a jiffy we both were unleashing cum on each other. He stood up in front of me, positioning his dick to my breast, pouting out his lips towards me, and then poured out the content of his penis on me. It felt hot on my skin. While I, in turn, messed up the couch with my fluids.

We both were inhaling and exhaling rapidly. Him smiling.

"Get up," he ordered. I obeyed without any restraint.

"Have you ever been fucked through your anus?"

"Like, anal sex?" I was oddly elated. Knowing that it has always been my fantasy. To get my ass lubed and fucked. I had always thought about that but never experienced it. All the males I've been with, his father included, all thought it was a fetish and only queer people did that, but here he was. John offering to have my ass eaten up, and it was like he was in my imagination and had read all my thoughts, which was a good omen.

"Yes, I want to eat your ass," he replied nonchalantly, scanning through the room for God knows what, and his eyes finally found what he was looking for. A water-based lube.

"How on God's earth was he able to know such was there?" It was a rhetorical question I couldn't find an answer to till the day we never met again.

He made up for it, and without being told what to do, I had turned my back on him, my upper body resting comfortably on the handle of the couch, my lower body positioned in a way to give him the perfect impression he wanted.

He then applied a bit of lube to the tip of his finger and some more to my ass. His intuition was right. I have never done it before.

"Don't worry, I'd take it easy on you, my lady."

These were the first soothing words he'd extend to me that evening, reassuring me of his kindness to take it easy on me, as it'd be my first time.

He made sure my ass had much more lubricant to ease whichever potential pain that could emanate from the act. His fingers were trimmed so neatly, just like he knew he was going to finger me through my ass hours ago before he came.

Then, he slowly slipped his finger inside of me, millimeter by millimeter. At first, it felt like all the hormones in my body were electrified, as I was so shocked involuntarily.

He paused as he threw a sharp glance at me.

Then he asked, "Is it painful?"

I couldn't say anything as my eyes rolled, and I let out a soft sigh.

"Ummmm...just go on. Please," I said, wincing.

It felt painful, but I didn't want to tell him that.

I wanted this.

Hell, yeah!

I was fucking' ready for this.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, concern flashing in his eyes as he nodded.

Then, he resumed again. This time, he went real slow, and I could feel my hole stretch one more time.

My feedback was the motivation he needed to do more. Then he started all over, this time, going in slower and deeper. I loved it. It felt so good in a painful but pleasurable way.

I'd never know how much I have always wanted anal penetration until he tried inserting his fingers into me. The more slowly he had penetrated me, deeper and deeper with his finger, it felt reasonably comfortable.

He paused as he threw a sharp glance at me.

Then he asked, "Is it painful?"

I couldn't say anything as my eyes rolled, and I let out a soft sigh.

"Ummmm...just go on. Please," I said, wincing.

It felt painful, but I didn't want to tell him that.

I wanted this.

Hell, yeah!

I was fucking' ready for this.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, concern flashing in his eyes as he nodded.

Then, he resumed again. This time, he went real slow, and I could feel my hole stretch one more time.

"If it becomes slightly uncomfortable, please tell me to stop moving."

"It is," I muttered.

He paused, then kept his finger still for a minute or two, allowing my sphincter to relax around his finger and open up. When the pain had subsided, he pushed a little deeper.

He'd stop at intervals. Continue. Pause. Continue until I am able to get used to it. Then he added a second finger, cautious and slow.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded in affirmation. "But I want you to be on your back so I wouldn't feel much pain, please," I pleaded. With my eyes. He adhered. I have once read that it was the most comfortable position to start having anal sex, and it was with your man on his back so that you are in control. I knew it'd be a lot harder for him to thrust into me, and it's much easier for me to control how deep I can take him and how fast he thrusts. I was ready to break my anus's virginity. If there was any word like that. I chuckled at the silly thought.

I got him to lie down on his back. "Please, do NOT thrust into me. Instead, remain still while I do my thing," he obliged.

I then took hold of the lube that was lying on the table, and after applying some lube to his fully erect and on my backside, I carefully straddled him on my knees like in the Cowgirl position.

Then I grabbed his penis and slowly guided it inside my anus. Making sure to take my time.

When he was completely inside of me and couldn't go any deeper, I slowly raised my body up and down.

I was taking my time and doing it slowly so as not to hurt myself, and thank goodness, he wasn't much of a rough fucker.

I was going up and down on top of his dick. I stopped. To make myself relax, allowing my sphincter muscle to relax.

He had just laid down, not thrusting. Just caressing my body. His touches were making me crazy. I felt more comfortable moving up and down on him; he read the handwriting on the wall and started getting himself involved a little more by thrusting himself, not forgetting that I was still in control.