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Darkwanderer

The Dark Wanderer cuckold and slutwife story archive

Apr
12
'Who owns yah Bitch!' demanded the guard.

Emma resisted the temptation to shoot the burly black male a contemptuous look. She's have her face re arranged if she had. Instead, she unravelled the silk scarf from around her throat and showed what shamed her. A dark red leather collar with the surname of her owner, Commander Lexxer. The red leather meant that she was a political commissar's bitch whilst the surname usually unsettled the guards that manned the checkpoints on the streets in this town. Commander Lexxer was the most ideological, the most brutal black supremacist leader, in the sector. He showed no compunction whatsoever. Richard, her brother had been sent off to the agricultural unit in East Anglia, to work long cold hours...
Apr
12
It was by chance that Elizabeth learned to slap her husband John and by chance that it became the modus operandi of his training. There had been a party, a boozy, sun drenched, relaxed Friday evening party over at the Cardington's. Elizabeth had got along wondering whether she was too tired to relax. Sometimes it can be that way. But then the music had been good and the wine exceptional. What was it about the Cardington's cellar that kept on giving? There had been caterers in to do the canapés and amidst the team of hispanics, black guys and Poles, one utterly delicious, silent tall, hard eyed black dude with a name badge on that said Lester. Elizabeth had never been quite so near a Lester before. A rough black arrogant male. Sure, she...
Apr
11
Out of Afrika

A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B

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Chapter 12

Following the return of his wives back to their South African homeland Oskar had accepted the invitation from Simone that he should come and lodge in with them. It made perfect sense for Oskar, despite all his many skills, was not the domesticated kind, indeed, he came from a culture where women provided every need and he would have struggled if he had to live on his own. As Simone had pointed out, the Whites had plenty of room in their two storey house and they would be honoured if he would bless them with his presence.

Simone was delighted when he had accepted the proposal as she had many reasons of her own that having him close by would...
Apr
11
Had I not fallen for Chris's boss Royston, it would have been easier. It would! I could have had a dirty, sensual and may be secret affair with some lothario met at a bar. But Royston wasn't like that. Royston was not only very very dominant, but he wanted my husband to know that he was fucking me. He wanted Chris to know that when he was required to work late, Royston was driving out to our place in his Jaguar tourer and fucking me. It was part of the complex sexual thinking interplay between men. The dominant male has to rub the also ran's nose in the dirt. He has to not only take the woman off the man, he has to make her a bitch and increasingly unavailable save for on the most humiliating of terms. That Royston bought me things,...
Apr
10
Book Four

I also just got a call from her asking if she can have some time with Peter tomorrow evening but she promised she'd be home early enough for us to have dinner together.

When I said okay she then added/asked if I can postpone any plans I may have had for her sexually tonight to tomorrow night. I took a huge swallow as I heard her ask that and all I could say was, "okay".

I know there's a lot of risks here but I have to say that there is a part of me that wants to see this go further so all I am doing is being supportive and encouraging her to do what she wants. The idea that she's doing this on a sort of regular basis now is just incredibly arousing to me. I know that there might be more could be going on that she...
Apr
10
Day 11

We awoke from the best night’s sleep we have had since being here. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes I saw Sally looking at me. She asked, “Did you really mean what you said last night?”

I nodded smiling to her; she smiled back, her hazel eyes beginning to brim with tears making her look even more sexy but also making me think what a Jekyll and Hyde character she had turned into. One minute being a total bitch towards me and next, like now, being the sweetest girl one could wish to be with.

We got ourselves ready knowing we only had a few days left in Jamaica. Through the door we could see the weather was a little cloudy but any doubts about the weather were dispelled as we left the air-conditioned cabana and humidity...
Apr
10
Viv told me firmly, 'you will go with the brothers that I tell you to bitch'. I remember the moment so vividly. We were at a party. My husband John was stood nearby, just in case we had need of another drink. His face fell. One minute John was holding it together, watching Viv flaunt me at his party and the next minute his little lip was trembling and his eyes had that fixed by oncoming headlights look. To be fair to John we had only recently come to the full realisation that Viv owned us morning noon and night. We'd been out to Viv's villa in Seville and for a month Viv had brutalised John. He fucked his ass for him. He fucked his mouth. John even started to spunk when Viv used his bottom. It was a major head changing period for us...
Apr
09
Who Was Fooling Who?

By EroticWriter and doctoryes48.


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Finally she moved – as her eyes looked over at me her hands went to the back of her dress and I heard the zipper come down. My mouth opened wide, I could not believe that my innocent wife was getting right to it, stripping naked for this lout without much persuasion. She then slid the straps off her shoulders and the dress cascaded to the floor, forming a puddle at her feet

She looked magnificent. Too good for this clod, I thought. I was about to end it, but could not speak as I saw my wife for the first time intimately exposed to another man's eyes; and he was looking...
Apr
09
When they drummed me out of the army, a dishonourable discharge, it was for conduct unbecoming an officer. They couldn't bring themselves to detail the charges laid. They couldn't bring the regiment into disrepute that way. But the truth of it was, that they found me, in the guard station one night, sucking colour sergeant Winston's fucking black cock. Winston, as usual, had me down on my knees, looking obediently up at him, my mouth as wide as I could make it, taking the easy strokes of his cock to the back of my throat. Winston had a hold on me, something that I never fucking well explained to the inquisitors who tried to take me apart for that shameful offence. All they knew was that I'd signed the papers that got several of...
Apr
08
Claire stepped quietly around the house of the young Adele, checking out the decor, checking out the ambience of the place. Her new protege was very young and perhaps not as lavishly situated as regards a salary, but the place was still decorated tastefully. Mummy and daddy had seen to it that little Adele, blonde, superior looking, didn't start life in the city looking mean. This was the house that Spenser her white boyfriend came to. This was the house where he had often times been allowed to fuck the beautiful young woman. Clearly, that had to stop! He had to learn to see the house as a place of worship, he had to see it with a certain awe, and yes, a considerable amount of dread, depending on what mood his bitch mistress was in. He...