Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 : (DARK EROTICA): Taboo Erotica (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

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  Dark Fetishes (Vol. 1)

  Dark Erotica Series

  By lucy lixx

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Safe. Word.

  Training In Lust

  Devil's Gala

  BONUS CONTENT

  Stripped By Daddy

  Teach Me Daddy (Book 1)

  Tutor Me Too Daddy (Book 2)

  Daddy's Sweet Lollipop (Book 1)

  Daddy's Sweet Lollipop (Book 2)

  Say Yes To Daddy

  Have My Cake And Eat It Too Daddy

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  Safe. Word.

  Chapter One

  It was 2:00 AM in the morning and I had nowhere else to go but home. I knew my parents would be upset, but it wasn't something that really concerned me. I had been chasing this high all night and I didn't want it to end, especially not since I had sobered up from the liquor. As soon as I walked through the door, I got a hard scolding from Billy, my mother's husband who she had met while she was on vacation away from my biological father during their separation. I wasn't exactly ecstatic about their divorce, but it did make it easier to live with my mother. Their incessant fighting had annoyed me to the point of leaving the house to seek a different world, a peaceful one filled with green smoke and maybe some pain killers.

  I hadn't always been like this. At one point, I was an all-star cheerleader and a well-regarded student who always completed her studies before her games and who always completed her chores before her studies. I was well on my way to a great scholarship that would potentially pay for my entire college experience. Part of me was ready for this to happen and part of me still wanted to be a little girl. Still, I knew I couldn't have both and that realization came cold and hard the night of my eighteenth birthday.

  Most of the time, I didn't deliberately push my mother and her husband on edge, but I felt somewhat satisfied knowing she was worried. It was like I was punishing her for hurting my biological dad. Every guy I screwed was a jab at her image, enough to make her question her appearance for only being able to attract one man. I could attract many. I had to be of more value than her. I'm not sure how this made me better, but it made me feel better, so I just went with that.

  This particular night had started off with a text from my friend Jake who invited me to a party nearby. I sneaked out of my bedroom window and headed off towards his house that wasn't more than a few blocks from mine. House parties were great for just scoring whatever you wanted whether it was sex, drugs, or alcohol. Most of the time, I opted for weed and sex. There was nothing more satisfied than an orgasm while high and it was so much more intense than sober sex.

  As I walked through the front door, my outfit elicited a chorus of hoots and hollers from all over, the glittering halter and black spandex shorts certainly worth the amount of attention I was now receiving. Jake approached me and immediately handed me a red plastic cup filled with something that smelled strong. I took a sip.

  “What's up, sexy?” he asked while looking me up and down.

  “Not much. Thanks for the invite. What do you guys got going on?” I asked while looking over the room.

  “Beer pong is in the kitchen and we're smoking on the back porch,” he replied.

  “I'd rather just chill out on the porch,” I said while walking towards the back of the house. “It's been a rough day.”

  When we settled at the table behind the house, we each took turns smoking the joint being passed around. The high settled in my chest and made me feel as if I were about to drop down from the top of a roller coaster. It made me giggle to think of flying and Jake patted my shoulder.

  “Are you alright, Anna?” he asked sweetly.

  “Yeah, dude. I'm great.” I responded with an ear-to-ear grin.

  I couldn't focus on what the group was talking about, but I tried to nod and smile as if I knew what was going on. Sometimes that's all it took to make your way through social situations and I was pretty much a professional at this point. I noticed a guy across the table eying me and looked him over, deciding whether or not he might be fun to play with. There were about four piercings in his face, mostly around the lips, and his hair covered part of his eye. He smiled through the dim light from the porch as I admired him.

  Part of becoming more adventurous meant I was branching out to different people. This guy was likely part of the alternative scene, a bad boy in physical form straight down to his black boots. There was something hot about wanting to experience people so different than me and it was beautiful discovering what made them twitch and moan. When our eyes met again, I nodded off towards the house and stood to go inside, ignoring pleas from friends to stick around. I kept walking and didn't turn around to see if the guy was following because I knew he was. The curve of my bottom rolled with the motion of my hips, each step accentuating my most accessible feature. As soon as I located the garage, I walked in and kept the door cracked for him to follow, leaning against the wall in preparation for him to ravish me all over the concrete.

  I love playing games.

  The cement of the wall was cool against my mostly bare back, the halter hardly covering much of my upper body. My heart began to race as the door creaked open and the guy stepped over the threshold. He looked around, found me, and shut the door behind him with a smirk fixed on his face. He brought his cigarette up to his lips as he approached me, squinting through the smoke whispering around his nose.

  “What's your name?” I asked.

  “Riley. What's yours?” he replied while exhaling.

  “Anna.” I said.

  “What would you like to do, Anna?” Riley asked before dragging his cigarette again. “You look like a girl who could use a pounding.”

  I shrugged and kept his gaze, making sure he knew I was still in control here. I was the one who initiated everything and I had led him into this room, so I would call the shots. Though I had quite a wild streak, I also had a dominating personality that seemed to attract a variety of men to my corner. Even women occasionally approached me. I took them, too. People were just so fascinating between the sheets and I didn't want to miss a beat. There was a point where I thought I might be a nymphomaniac, that maybe I had an incurable addiction to my orgasm, but I've long since given up diagnosing myself. It wasn't like I could talk to my mother about it and Billy would probably just think I'm weird.

  “I could use a lot of things, but most importantly a pounding.” My candid response caught Riley's attention and he stubbed out his cigarette on the wall next to my shoulder.

  “Do you like pain?” Riley asked, leaning in close to my face.

  His breath was hot against my cold skin and I shivered, keeping my head pressed against the wall. I wasn't sure if he was asking playfully or if he was serious, but then again I wasn't exactly sure of that myself. I didn't experiment with much outside of the realm of regular sex. It seemed like such a random question.

  “I don't know,” I replied as I looped my fingers through the hoops of his jeans. “I j
ust focus on pleasure, honestly.”

  “Do you like it rough?”

  This question prompted my labia to twitch, a wet spot forming between my thighs. Riley trailed his fingers down the length of my arms and grabbed my wrists to pull them up above my head. He pressed his crotch into mine, his hard cock ready to plow between my silky lips that were aching to be parted. A smile crept across his lips as he started to rock his hips back and forth, eliciting an unexpected gasp from my mouth.

  “I think I like everything,” I whispered.

  Satisfied with my response, Riley leaned in and devoured my lips, his tongue soft and plush inside my mouth. I took his piercing between my teeth and pulled a little and was pleased to be met with a soft groan. Of all the sex I had experienced, I'd never been held down before. It gave me such a thrill that my thighs were begging for him to push harder while he teased me with the crotch of his denim jeans.

  “Do you want it?” he whispered between kisses.

  “Yes,” I begged. “Please...I want it.”

  I was relinquishing power by begging, but I didn't care. Riley released my wrists and instructed me to undo his jeans while cradling my face in his hands. He continued to plant kisses firmly on my lips, eager to taste more than just my mouth. I conceded to his tongue as the symphony of our moans rose in hot anticipation of our genitals meeting, the sound of shouting and music suddenly so distant as the heat between us grew. I could already feel him throbbing inside me. I just needed to remove the barrier of my shorts that were sticking to my thighs from the fluid leaking out of my warm pussy. Slowly, Riley peeled those away as soon as I thought of them, the plastic leather bunching up as he rolled them down my legs.

  After disposing of my shorts, Riley parted my legs and dove nose first into my slippery lips. I squeaked as he drove his tongue deep into my hole, the warmth of his breath against my clit eliciting my hips to jerk forward. He pushed my thigh up over his shoulder and then pushed two fingers inside me as deep as they would go. The sensation was heightened by the high that still stuck around, my sensitivity doubling in the damp room that was so poorly lit. I looked down to watch his lips fold over mine and moaned while grabbing a chunk of his hair.

  I couldn't take much more of this teasing. I just wanted to be filled. Before Riley could finish eating my delectable peach, I pulled him up to my lips and yanked at his cock that was still erect and excited from fooling around in such a dirty room. Oil stained the floor, tools were scattered all over the place, and an old car sat in the middle of the mess just beckoning us to use it as a prop.

  “Do me on the hood,” I begged before biting his lip. “Make me dirty.”

  Without hesitation, Riley lifted me by my thighs and flipped me around to prop me up against the hood of the filthy old Buick, most of the hood now covered in dust and dirt from sitting unused and unloved for so many years. As I laid out on the metal, I scooted down towards Riley's cock and arched my back to better accommodate his entry. He groaned as he penetrated my beautiful silk, the tightness of me both surprising and pleasing. It made me smile to watch his face twist as he got used to the feel of my insides and I pulled up my halter to reveal my lovely pear shaped breasts which he delightfully took in each hand.

  Riley didn't waste any time adjusting to me, but instead started pounding as soon as he was well lubricated, his hips bouncing against my thighs and rocking the car with our motion. He kept a firm hold on my breasts, occasionally twisting my nipples while he slammed into me. I relished the feeling of being a toy in that moment, knowing very well he'd forget all about me when he left this room. It was incredibly titillating to be used like this. It made me get off harder. I knew I wasn't like most people in this way because I enjoyed using other people as a tool for masturbation and was even more flattered when they used me in return. The benefit was mutual, so I didn't see a problem. Right now, Riley's cock was exploring every bit of texture within my delicious hole and it was making him happy. That made me smile.

  I could feel his thighs tensing as he lifted my knees up in the air to cradle my legs in his arms. He threw my ankles over his shoulders and gripped my hips, grinding into me as hard as he could while focusing on the growing sensation of joy. I felt a tingle in my gut as he pumped and started groaning louder, not caring if anyone heard us fucking. My sounds caused Riley's face to twist, his mouth permanently fixed open while his rhythm became erratic. I started bucking and howled while arching my back, the head of his cock hitting my favorite spot deep inside me. As my orgasm came in rolling waves, he pulled out of my sweet pussy and stroked his cock until his hot cum covered the entirety of my stomach. The sticky mess was delightfully warm against my skin, the texture thick and gooey.

  After my dizzying high settled a bit, my gut reaction was to just hop off the car and find a rag to wipe myself. I was sure Riley had somewhere to be and my buzz was fading, so I wanted to find something else to ingest. I started to sit up, but was met by Riley's lips that were still wet with my juicy fluid from ten minutes earlier. I couldn't help but lick it from his face. Our tongues dueled briefly until I felt his cock poking me again.

  “He's pretty active,” I joked while leaning my forehead against his. “We could go for round two later.”

  Riley smiled at this suggestion, his teeth pearly white and remarkably straight inside his mouth. I couldn't help but kiss his lips again.

  “You feel good. I want to take you home.” Riley said while helping me off the car.

  As much as I had wanted to go home with that kid, I couldn't stop chasing my high. I wanted to be messed up and disassociated from the world because I just wasn't happy where I was. My mother had abandoned my real father for someone else and I couldn't handle it emotionally. It still felt weird. Anything I could do to rid myself of that feeling was totally welcome, including screwing a stranger at a party on someone's car. I would have gone home with him, but I didn't want to belong to anyone tonight. I just wanted to party.

  Very kindly, I declined his offer and we cleaned up before returning to the crowd that continuously asked where we had been. I found something to drink and something to smoke, hoping it would keep me from remembering anything else about the world. I'm eighteen, drop dead gorgeous, and absolutely free of responsibility for the next couple of days. I was ready to get lost.

  Chapter Two

  My hedonistic tendencies had finally gotten me grounded. After encountering Billy in the living room and getting chastised, I was sent to bed with the ridiculous sentence of being grounded for two weeks. I had to spend the next two weeks without sex, drugs, or any sort of booze to calm my system. What was I supposed to do with myself? A girl my age had nothing better to do than go out and explore the world, especially with summer already hot in motion. I wanted to go to the beach, discover someone's body, and maybe get a tattoo. It was all part of me growing up, so I didn't see much harm in it.

  “You're going to ruin your body if you abuse it,” Billy had said during his speech. “You should respect yourself. Take care of yourself. Partying is fun until you have an accident.”

  I didn't want to hear it because he wasn't my real father, but I knew better than to say that to his face. Instead, I stomped off in quiet acceptance of my death sentence and holed up in my room where I ranted on social media about my lame parents. I wasn't typically such a brat, but I felt so stifled being in the house all the time. I had to do something or I would just go crazy. Going out into the yard wasn't as great as taking a walk through town where at least I would get noticed by somebody.

  After about a week of going stir crazy, Billy approached me as I was watching TV with a plastic bag in his hands. I studied him with some curiosity before turning my attention back to the tube. I didn't exactly want to be bothered. He sat next to me even though my energy was warning him to leave.

  “Anna, I know it's been rough lately,” he said. “I can't imagine how it must feel to have your family separate and live in different towns. I know I'm not your re
al dad, but I care about you and I want you to be safe.”

  I picked up the remote and started flipping through channels, his little speech beginning to cause a knot to form in my throat. What did he know about how I felt?

  “I got you something so you wouldn't be so bored here at home,” Billy said while placing the bag on the couch next to me. “I hope you like it.”

  As soon as Billy left the room, my eyes started to well up with tears. I looked down at the bag that had now become a blur through the salty fluid gathering around my vision. It was paint. A whole set of paints and brushes with canvas were sitting inside the bag. I had never shown much artistic inclination, but then again I had never tried my hand at it. I quickly looked around to make sure no one would see me grab the bag and then ran off to my room to start experimenting with the set.

  It was intensely therapeutic to sit and spread the thick cream against the white cloth, following my hand with my eyes and watching as shapes came into view. An hour had passed without me noticing and suddenly I was hungry. I stared at the completed painting before me and smiled. I hadn't really liked Billy before, but this gift certainly made me warm up to him. Maybe if I was good I could reduce my sentence, get out on good behavior. I washed my hands and went to the kitchen to prepare some food to satiate my gut that was now growling beneath my skin. I accidentally ran into Billy who was trying to get something from the fridge.