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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Sep
04
by Throne

I guess I shouldn't have married Gemma. She was a party girl. Gorgeous. Long blond hair. Slender but with an overly large bust. Fashion and make-up styles perfect for clubbing. Contrast that with me, Myron. An introvert. Short. Soft. Slender, with an exceptionally small dick. Fashion sense tending toward the metrosexual. But when she came to work at our company, as an outside consultant, I was smitten. I mean, following her around like a puppy. She picked up on that and, I guessed because she found it amusing, or maybe just because she wanted someone she could control, she said we should go out for a drink on Friday, after work.

Of course I accepted. She picked a trendy upscale place that cost plenty, but I...
Sep
02
Bet you filled in the rest of the saying for me. Bet you did! It's an easy phrase to finish I know. Because its a truism. Once a black guy has fucked a white girl, once may be he has had her a few times, she always going to be the black man's whore. She always going to open her legs to the brothers, she gonna grunt and groan beneath them and squirm some until they squirt their loads into her ripe womb. That wouldn't be much to tell you huh? I mean, how many white men have now seen a black dude taking his wife? How many of them have turned the other cheek whilst that black mambo master has fucked her his way? They have watched, they have learned of course they have. But they haven't been able to emulate. A white guy's dick, may be six...
Sep
02
I admit it. I'd certainly give that little bitch Tara a length. Only nineteen, but she had the attitude that she ruled the fucking world. Spoilt little bitch. The sort of spoilt little bitch that assumed that if you have a double barrelled surname, then you're born to privilege. She was spoilt too. I mean what nineteen your old do you know who owns a Jaguar sports car and rides a ten grand horse in the local hunt? Spoilt daddy's girl. Fucking Cartier on her wrist, pearls about her throat, you know the type. Autumn came around last year though and I had a revelation day. I was working around the estate yard when Tara came back from a ride down along the river. She looked fucking great in riding boots and cream jodphurs. She looked really...
Sep
02
An Anniversary Present

by RLM


Memory Lapse:

The day had been hectic to say the least for Brent Kilgore. As Chief Project Engineer for the McDonald Design and Processing Facility, it was his responsibility to conduct the interviews when new engineers were being considered, and hopefully hired. The interview for Mr. Haskel Randolph had been scheduled for weeks, and as a recent graduate of MIT, Brent and the engineering staff were very interested in obtaining his services. Brent could, of course, delegate the interviewing responsibility to either Jack Peterson or Norman Seymore, the other...
Sep
01
Erica Protects Her Secret

This is a continuation of my previously posted story Erica's After Work Lesson. I suggest you find that story on this site and read it first, so that you enjoy this story more.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All charcaters in this story are age 18 or older. zipp_2@hotmail.com

Erica was just finishing up her shift at the dinner. It had been a super long shift and she was tired. She couldn't help but feel the tingling she still had in her pussy from the...
Sep
01
Part 2

We left it a couple of days for people to reply, during which Eve once again denied my advances. On one occasion she was showering in the morning, our glass cubical silhouetting her soapy curves. It was more than enough to get me hard. I thought I'd join her, we'd had qickies in the shower before. As I stepped into the shower Eve's eyes met mine and instantly told me she was not interested. "Don't be silly, I'll go and make a coffee, don't be long" she said with a wry smile, clearly aware that her body, her denial would leave me having to masterbate in the shower on my own. As she left the cubicle I was in a total state of desire, I'd have done anythung just to touch her body, to caress her bottom or slip my hand between her...
Sep
01
When you tear your foreskin, the fucker bleeds a lot. It bleeds a lot when your dick is fucking stiff, engorged with blood and you are so fucking taken with what you see, that you wrench back that foreskin and tear it at the base. Fuck, watching Avril neck with those guys, it was enough to make you want to yank your dick off. It was enough to make you want to spray fucking cum everywhere. Instead, instead, I yanked back my foreskin, split what Avril said was my 'frenulum' beneath, and the fucking blood flowed. Avril is a therapist, so she knows the medical terms. She knows what happens when you tear your dick. She knows that it hurts a lot. She knows that the bleeding takes a while to ease back.

'You're such a waste of space' she...
Sep
01
Miss Goldman was shocked. Walking into her son Tim’s room she found him hanging from the ceiling, dead. The pudgy white boy, who became even more pale in death, was dangling next to his bed and Miss Goldman’s cunt was getting wet. Her hand moved towards her groin, she could feel the heat through her pink panties as her body celebrated the death of her son. With her other hand she took out her phone. She started texting her much younger lover: “Babe, can you come over as soon as able, love you.” Miss Goldman wanted for the reply. After a few minutes Miss Goldman’s phone buzzed with the sound of a received text. It was from Jamel: “I’ll be there after school bitch.” Goldman’s pussy became even wetter, at the way her black lover talked...
Aug
31
There came a moment, it was in Afghanistan, when Royston saved my life. We were in a fire fight around this courtyard. My rifle, it jammed. The fucking thing jammed when half a dozen caliphate zealots had sprung their trap. I'd led the fucking platoon into that mess. Captain always knows best. I was the guy who had done all the tactics courses wasn't I. But it mattered dick shit in that firefight. The fucking rifle jammed and I was exposed. Royston was the platoon sergeant. Black Royston. Funny huh, as a nickname I mean. You couldn't have been more black than Royston. He was fucking pitch black skinned. He'd done time with the Americans on ops. He was used to fuck ups in different places, different commands. But Royston had a skill. Not...
Aug
30
Author's Note: This is short section of a novella that I have been working on, off and on, for a long time. It is available on Amazon under the title An Education: A Coming of Age Story (by Dean Cassady), but I want to share a portion, as I am a big fan of this website and would love to hear feedback from the community. Kenneth, my main character, is an eighteen-year-old senior at the local high-school. Alley, his love interest, is his best friend’s mother (and neighbor).
As a first-time author, I look forward to comments and feedback. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.


Chapter VI


“Hey, want to come to mine to do our homework?” asked Jeremy....