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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Mar
01
Hello, dear readers. I’m glad you are here, ready to join me in this most improbable of tales. My name is Stephanie Fuller, pleased to meet you. Imagine me shaking your hand right now. Good, so... the reason for you being her. My story goes like this and I promise you, every word is true, no matter how out there it sounds. This is important stuff, I wouldn’t lie about it. We go back ten years to the day before my 18th birthday. To the day my aunt, Emma Benning, came to visit my sweet, wholesome family and turned our lives upside down.

I was sitting in my room, reading some Jane Austen. I love her work, still do, and I was lost in the book when I heard the doorbell ring. I placed it gently on the bed, trying to stifle my...
Mar
01
So, dear readers, we finally come to the end of our story. It’s been an interesting ride, hasn’t it? It certainly has for me! Oh, my name’s Cassie, by the way. I’m Corina’s youngest daughter. I obviously didn’t have much part to play in our long, long tale, but … well, we’ll get to that bit soon, I promise. Anyway, I thought I might fill you in on what happened to all our friends since the events previously described. It’s been pretty much 8 years since my mother watched that rap video and a lot has changed since then. We’ve all done some growing up and me, well, I turned 18 a few weeks ago. So you can imagine… ah, but again, we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

So yes, let’s begin!

I guess you want me to start with my family… so okay!...
Mar
01
Jane looked at her naked sister, Gemma, perched on top of the big black man’s lap, skin aglow under the studio lights. She’d seen her sister naked, of course, but … this was different. She was … sexy, beautiful even, as she sat there, grinning wickedly at her. What the hell was going on?

“Mother, what’s going on? I’ve been backstage for ages in the green room. The men said I wasn’t allowed to watch what was going on…”

“Oh Jane, Jane,” Kirsty said, tears still smearing her make-up and coating her face. “Don’t worry, I’m here now… don’t listen to them, please… just listen to me…”

“We’re all talking about how amazing black men are, Janey,” Gemma said. She seemed so confident, not like Gemma at all. Jane raised an eyebrow at...
Mar
01
“Oh my, I’ve never had quite that sort of reaction before,” Mbengwi chuckled as Gemma stared at him. It took her a second or two to realise she was standing there in the nude. Giving a yelp, she bent down and grabbed the towel, covering herself quickly, cheeks burning with shame.

“Who… who are you? What are you doing here?” she spluttered.

“My name is Professor Chancel Mbengwi, my dear,” the big black man said. “I’m a … colleague, shall we say, of your mother’s. I was just in the neighbourhood and wondered if she was around. I’d like to catch up with her. You must be Jane, right?”

“No, I’m Gemma,” she replied. “My mother’s not here at the moment, I’m sorry. Do you want me to tell her you called?”

“I’m sure she’ll know at...
Mar
01
Kirsty Gerrard strode confidently across the set, laying down the folder of notes she had prepared for tonight’s debate. She’d already checked that all the infographics and digital materials she wanted to highlight had been received by the production team, discussed how she would indicate that she wanted them brought up on camera and so on. She’d participated in a few televised debates before, but this was the first time she’d sat down directly across from Professor Mbengwi, her “nemesis”, and had a frank, 1-on-1 discussion with him about the topic of sexual superiority of black males. She was entirely focused on the debate coming up, so much so that she didn’t notice that the entire production team was black. It just never occurred...
Mar
01
“I’m sick to death of this shit,” Kirsty Gerrard said, sneering at the TV screen. Professor Chancel Mbengwi was seated across from an interviewer, discussing the sexual superiority of the black male in comparison to his white counterpart. It was a viewpoint that Kirsty, as an ardent feminist and sociologist, wholeheartedly condemned. Despite his assurances, Kirsty had repeatedly accused Professor Mbengwi of racism and had even written academic treatises on the subject, citing a lack of any material evidence beyond the anecdotal. She also could not disagree more with his assertions, gaining traction sadly amongst certain young demographics, that women could not control themselves when presented with a dominant African male member. He...
Feb
28
Alison downed the big glass of wine in one gulp, shaking her head vigorously after doing so. She glanced at the clock and shivered, pouring herself another glass.

“Fuck,” she blurted out, before necking the second glass too. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

She felt like taking a third glass, but knew she couldn’t drive if she did that. Would that be a way out of this? Get drunk and say it was too dangerous to turn up to the shoot, thereby avoiding the temptation she knew lay there… all black and stiff and long and hard and…

“Fuck it,” she said, grabbing the bottle and her car keys. 30 minutes later she was in the car park outside the studio. The weather was overcast and dark, raining heavily as she sat looking at the door to the studio. Five...
Feb
28
“How do I look?” Alison Finch née Gerrard said, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, right arm up in the air, stretched up against the frame while her other was bent 90 degrees, hand placed on her hip.

“Like... a goddess,” her husband, Timothy, gawped. She was wearing a black see-through nightgown which went down to just below her hips, leaving her black and pink underwear exposed. Her nipples were hard, rubbing against the flimsy material, large breasts heaving as she stood there, lustful, beautiful. For him.

“I can see you appreciate it,” she grinned, noticing the bulge in his pajama bottoms. Timothy had always been embarrassed by his penis, 5 inches at best when fully erect, but he loved Alison even more for not seeming to be...
. JayCee
Feb
28
Vickie Tern's stories are archived at http://www.nifty.org in transgender/by_authors/Vickie_Tern

Here and now, on behalf of authors and readers everywhere, she would like to thank the archivists everywhere who make stories like these freely available to those who enjoy them. You are high among the glories of the Internet. Also, she appreciates any kind of e-mail comment on her stories, [email protected], and usually replies in kind.

JayCee by Vickie Tern

I made my first really intimate girlfriend just before my last year in High School, the summer I was nearly seventeen. Strictly speaking, his mother had already shaped him out, but I put on the finishing touches, so I guess you can say we...
Feb
28
TG: Queer Halloween by Vickie Tern Femdom Wife MM MF

For those whose reality includes fantasy, not for those who fantasize reality, not for those who can't tell the difference, and not for those under legal age. I guess that about covers it.

Queer Halloween

by Vickie Tern

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Oh, there's the waiter. I'm so pleased we could get together today, Carol, it's been months! Nothing on for this afternoon? Good, because telling you all about it will take some time. You started it all, you know, in a way. Yes, thank you, I'll have a Perfect Bourbon Manhattan, and we'll order afterward.

I suppose it was wicked of me, what I did to him. But he did so deserve it, and it was such fun setting him up, and I was so...