The Dark Side - Sex Stories

The Dark Side

... secured in a stockade and he was bent over a table the left him vulnerable in ways only a man could comprehend. He heard movement behind him but rather than speaking up and asking what was going on, he remained silent. He wasn’t in control and it wasn’t a sensation that he was even used to. Without warning, Mistress Desire shoved her gloved and now lubed fingers in his asshole. “Let’s see what we are working with here.” She twisted her hand and caused him to moan out loud. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling, pleasure or pain. Everything was turned upside down and he tried his best to push back on her fingers, wanting her to hit his spot. She was in control and she abruptly pulled her fingers out, leaving him feeling empty in both the literal and figurative sense of the word. The next sensation he felt was pain, intense, searing, blinding pain. The sound he made was distorted, like an animal trapped, willing to chew his own leg off for freedom. “Such histrionics, Dayo! Be quiet! It’s not like you haven’t been fucked plenty of times before. It’s not like I’m fucking you with a broken bottle, like my ancestors endured. It’s not a hot branding iron, you know, like real slaves endured. It’s a dildo. Granted,” she mused, “it’s wider than my forearm and I’m not going to stop until every inch of it is buried deep inside you but it could be much worse.” Everything she said was true. “If you mention what your fucking ancestors endured one more time,” David murmured under his ...

... breath, half hoping she heard him, half hoping she wouldn’t punish him for expressing such insolence. He knew not to finish his thoughts to test how far she could go. In that moment, he was fighting back tears and the mounting sensations of pleasure. That fake dick was hitting his spot. It was not unlike the very first time he got fucked when he felt searing hot pain only to be followed by a pleasure unlike anything he’s ever known. If he had been able to turn his head, to see what he was being fucked with, he would have seen that it was only an 8-inch dildo, he’d taken much bigger, both real and fake. But he wasn’t in control so it felt scarier. The more she stroked, the better it felt. And boy was she stroking. Long, hard, steady, and deep. She was fucking him, increasing her pace, brutally increasing her force. The entire time, she wouldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut. She kept going on and on and on, saying some shit about slavery, shit David had never even thought about once in his life. She fucked him. “Whites denied Blacks education for centuries, of course that is going to have long-term effects.” She fucked him. “Only the most depraved, evil people could feel justified to own, sell, torture, and rape human beings like it meant nothing.” She fucked him even harder still. “You’re terrified that if the playing field were actually level that Blacks would revolt and enslave whites and that’s why you want us to remain uneducated and poor.” She gripped his hips and slammed her ...