Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

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.