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Dark Desires #1
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: Fingering, Handjob, Masturbation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
I got home from work that Tuesday feeling the usual post-shift drag, nothing special, just ready to crash and maybe scroll for a bit before dinner. The house was quiet when I walked in, Hailee’s car wasn’t in the driveway yet, so I figured I had at least thirty minutes, maybe forty. I dropped my keys, kicked off my shoes, and headed straight to the living room couch.
I’d been thinking about it on the drive home. Not sure why that day in particular, it just hit me hard. I pulled up the site I’d bookmarked weeks ago, Blacked, thumb hovering for only a second before I clicked play on one of the newer scenes. The thumbnail alone was enough, a slim blonde on all fours, head thrown back, the thick black cock behind her disappearing inch by inch. I hit full screen, turned the volume low but not off, and shoved my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh.
I sat back, legs spread, and wrapped my hand around myself. Already half-hard just from the preview, I gave a few slow, testing strokes while the opening shots played, her thighs parting, his hands gripping her hips, the slow reveal of how thick he really was. The contrast was fucking hypnotic. Every time the camera lingered on the way her lips gripped him, pale skin flushed pink around a dark shaft.
I started matching the pace on screen. Slow tugs when he eased in deep, quicker, tighter strokes when he started thrusting. The audio was soft but clear, her breathy whimpers, the wet sounds of her taking him, his low groans when she pushed back to meet him. I could feel the precum slicking my fingers, making each stroke smoother, hotter. My breathing turned shallow. I tipped my head back against the cushion, eyes locked on the screen, letting the fantasy take over completely, imagining it was me watching someone else do that to my girlfriend Hailee, someone bigger, someone who could make her sound like that.
I didn’t hear the front door open.
Didn’t hear her keys drop into the bowl, didn’t hear her boots come off in the hall.
I was too far gone, hand moving faster now, slick and steady, balls tightening as the scene built toward the money shot. The girl on screen was on her back, legs hooked wide over his broad shoulders, begging in broken little gasps. I was right there with her, stroking harder, chasing it.
The floorboard creaked right behind me.
My heart slammed into my chest. I froze mid-stroke, cock throbbing in my fist, every muscle locked. The porn kept playing, loud enough that her sharp inhale cut straight through the moans.
I twisted around. Hailee stood in the doorway, coat half-off one shoulder, eyes wide . She was neither angry, nor shocked in the bad way. It was something else. Her lips parted slightly.
“Shit... Hailee, I...” My voice cracked. I started to pull my hand away, fumbling for the remote with the other.
Hailee crossed the room before I could finish the sentence. Sat right next to me, close enough, that her thigh pressed against mine. Her coat slid off completely. She reached over without hesitation, her fingers replacing mine, wrapping around me with perfect pressure.
“Don’t stop watching,” she said, voice low and steady. “Keep your eyes on the screen.”
I swallowed hard. Nodded. Her hand started moving, slow at first, then matching the exact rhythm I’d been using, twisting just a little at the head the way I liked. On screen the girl was coming undone, body shaking as he drove in deep. Hailee’s breathing synced with mine.
“What do you like about it?” she asked, almost casual.
I had to force the words out between gritted teeth. “The size. How full she looks. How she... needs it.”
Hailee squeezed. “You like seeing her stretched like that?”
“Yeah,” I said, hips buckling upwards into her fist. “Fuck, yeah.”
Hailee leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I like it too.”
We didn’t speak much after that. Just her hand working me, the sounds of the video, my own ragged breathing. When I came it was sudden, spilling over her hand while the girl on screen screamed through her own orgasm. Hailee kept stroking through it, gentle now, milking every last drop out of me.
We sat there afterward, neither of us rushing to clean up or turn off the TV. Something had shifted. We both felt it.
Three days later, Friday night, I got back from the gym sooner than expected. The house smelled faintly of her vanilla candle and something sharper, muskier. I dropped my gym bag by the front door and headed down the hall toward our bedroom, already thinking about a shower.
The bedroom door was cracked, just a few inches. Light spilled out, along with a low, unmistakable sound, Hailee's breathing, uneven, punctuated by tiny, needy sounds.
I pushed the door open silently.
Hailee was on the bed, facing away from me, knees bent and spread wide. The laptop sat propped on a pillow between her thighs, screen glowing bright with the same Black site playing a different scene, this time a curvy brunette riding reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing as she worked herself down onto a thick black cock, over and over, taking him to the hilt each time. The camera angle was perfect, a close-up on the way her pussy lips gripped him.
Hailee’s right hand was between her legs. Two fingers buried deep inside herself, sliding in and out in slow motions, while her left hand circled her clit in tight, frantic loops. Her hips rolled in time with the girl on screen, small, helpless thrusts, like she was chasing the same orgasmic high. Hailee's back was arched slightly, head tipped back so her hair spilled across the pillow. Every few seconds a soft, broken moan slipped out of her, quiet, almost private, like she didn’t even realize she was making any sound.
I stood there in the doorway, gym shorts suddenly too tight. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched.
She was so lost in it. Completely unaware of me. Hailee's fingers sped up, matching the faster pace on screen. The brunette was riding harder now, ass slapping down, taking every inch with these desperate little cries. Hailee mirrored her, fingers plunging deeper, clit rubbing faster, thighs starting to tremble. Her free hand gripped the sheet. Her breathing turned ragged, little gasps turning into whimpers that matched the video exactly.
I could see everything, the slick shine coating Hailee's fingers, the way her pussy clenched and fluttered each time she pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, the faint tremor in her inner thighs. My cock was hard, pressing against the fabric, but I didn’t touch myself. I just stood there, drinking it in, the way she was finger blasting herself to the fantasy we’d both admitted to days earlier, the way her body moved like it already knew what it wanted.
Hailee was close. I could tell from the way her hips stuttered, the way her moans turned higher, more frantic. Her fingers curled inside herself, hitting that spot that always made her gasp. On the laptop screen the brunette came, back arching, thighs shaking, crying out as she ground down hard. Hailee’s whole body tensed, legs trembling violently.
That’s when she opened her eyes.
She saw me.
For half a second Hailee momentarily froze, fingers still buried inside her, chest heaving. Then, instead of stopping, she spread her legs even wider. Let me see exactly what she was doing. Let me see how wet she was, how her pussy glistened, how her fingers glistened.
“You’ve been thinking about it too,” I said.
She nodded, breath hitching. “Since Tuesday. I can’t stop. Every time I close my eyes... I see that. Feel it in my head. How thick it would be. How deep it would go.”
I crossed the room slowly, sat on the edge of the mattress. My eyes stayed locked between her legs, on her fingers still moving, slowly now, teasing.
“I keep imagining a real one,” she whispered. “Thick. Heavy. Hot inside me. Stretching me until I can’t think straight.”
I reached out, replaced her hand with mine, slid two fingers in, felt how soaked she was, how she fluttered and clenched around me immediately.
“You want that?” I asked. “To try it for real?”
She arched into my touch. “Yes.”
I curled my fingers, hit that spot that made her gasp. “You want me to watch?”
Her eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide. “I want you to watch me lose my mind on a big black cock. See how much I can take. See how much I love it.”
I exhaled hard, thumb brushing her clit in slow circles. “Fuck, Hailee.”
Hailee reached down, wrapped her hand around me through the fabric. “You want it too, don’t you? To see me like that. To know I’m getting something you can’t give me.”
I nodded. No point lying anymore. “Yeah. I want to see you take it. Watch you come apart. Hear you beg for more.”
She clenched hard around my fingers. “Then we’re doing it. Soon.”
I kissed Hailee, it was deep, messy, tasting the want and desire on her tongue. My fingers kept moving inside her, faster now, chasing the way her hips rocked against my hand. She came hard a minute later, thighs shaking, moaning into my mouth, whispering broken promises about what we’d find, who we’d find, how it would feel.
When she finally went still, panting against my neck, we stayed tangled together, hearts pounding, already turning fantasy into plans.
It wasn’t just talk anymore. We both knew it. And neither of us wanted to turn back.
To Be Continued
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Dark Desires #2
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: Blowjob, Interracial
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Several weeks had passed since that Friday night in our bedroom, and the air between Hailee and me had thickened with unspoken anticipation. We'd talked about it endlessly, late-night whispers turning into heated sessions where we'd role-play the details, scrolling through profiles on apps we'd downloaded, debating who might be the one to make our shared fantasy real. But we hadn't pulled the trigger yet. Not until tonight.
We'd decided on a nightclub downtown, one of those hot spots with dim neon lights, heavy bass that vibrated through your chest, and a crowd that mixed locals with out-of-towners looking for trouble. It was a Saturday, the kind of night where inhibitions dissolved in the haze of strobe lights and overpriced cocktails. Hailee had dressed to kill, or rather, to ignite. She wore that black halter-neck mini dress we'd picked out together online a few days earlier, the one that clung to her like a second skin. The deep V-plunge dove low between her breasts, framing her cleavage with a daring edge that caught every stray beam of light, making her skin glow against the matte black fabric. Thin straps looped around her neck, leaving her shoulders and upper back exposed, the ruched bodice gathering just right to cinch her waist and accentuate her curves. From there, it flared into a short, playful skirt that barely skimmed mid-thigh, swinging with every step and hinting at the smooth, toned legs beneath. She paired it with strappy black heels that added a few inches to her height, making her movements even more fluid and commanding. No bra underneath, the dress's structure held her up just fine, but it left little to the imagination when she moved. She looked confident, seductive, like she owned the room, and I could feel eyes on her from the moment we walked in.
We'd grabbed a booth in the corner, semi-private but with a clear view of the dance floor. I drank a rye and coke, the ice clinking against the glass as I took slow sips, the sharp burn of the whiskey grounding me amid the nightclub backdrop. Hailee had downed a vodka soda quickly, her eyes sparkling with that mix of nerves and excitement we'd both been riding.
"I'm gonna dance," Hailee said, kissing me lightly on the cheek before slipping into the crowd. I stayed put, as we'd agreed, watching, waiting, letting things unfold naturally.
From the booth, I had a perfect vantage point. The dance floor was a sea of bodies grinding to the thumping EDM remix, lights flashing in sync with the beat. Hailee moved like she was born for it, her hips swaying, arms raised as she lost herself in the rhythm of the music. It didn't take long for him to appear, a tall Black guy, broad-shouldered and athletic, with close-cropped hair and a fitted black shirt that hugged his frame. He looked confident, easy in his skin, the kind of guy who drew attention without trying. I just watched as he sidled up behind her, matching her energy with a subtle nod and a smile that she returned over her shoulder.
At first, it was innocent enough, Hailee's back to him, bodies close but not quite touching, syncing to the drop in the music. But then the beat slowed, turned heavier, more sensual, and Hailee leaned back into him. She pressed her ass against his crotch, grinding in slow, deliberate circles that matched the beat of the bass. Her skirt rode up just a fraction, teasing the curve where her thighs met her cheeks, and I could see the way her body molded into his. His hands found her hips first, guiding her movements with a firm grip, thumbs pressing into the ruched fabric at her waist. She arched her back slightly, pushing harder against him, and I caught the subtle shift in his expression, eyes darkening, lips parting as he felt her through the thin layers.
Emboldened, his hands slid lower, cupping her ass with a squeeze that made her gasp, I could almost hear it over the music, or maybe I just imagined it from the way her head tilted back. Her ass was incredible, firm and round from all those squats she did, and he didn't hold back, kneading it like he owned it, fingers digging in deep enough to leave faint imprints on the dress. Hailee didn't pull away, if anything, she ground harder, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs for leverage, pulling him closer. The contrast was mesmerizing, her lighter skin against his darker hands, the way the black dress amplified every touch. His palms roamed upward then, tracing the flare of her hips before sliding to her front, one hand splaying across her stomach while the other ventured higher. He groped her tits boldly, cupping them through the plunging neckline, thumbs brushing over her nipples that I knew were hardening under the fabric. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the dress's stretch let him feel every curve, every responsive peak. Hailee's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she rolled her body against him, encouraging the exploration. From my seat, it was both torture and thrill intertwined, my heart pounding, a mix of jealousy twisting with raw arousal. I wondered if anyone else was watching, if they saw what I saw, my girlfriend, lost in the moment, her body responding to a stranger's touch in ways that made my mind race with possibilities.
The song shifted again, building to a crescendo, and Hailee spun around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level. He was taller, maybe 6'2" to her 5'6" frame and their bodies pressed together. Her tits up against his chest, the deep V of Hailee's dress exposing more skin as she arched into him. They danced like that for a beat, hips grinding in unison, before she tilted her head up and closed the distance.
The kiss started hungry, her lips leaning into his with an urgency that made my breath catch. She parted her mouth immediately, inviting him in, and he took it, his tongue sliding past her lips in a deep, exploratory sweep. It was messy, passionate, all tongue and desire, I could see the way their mouths moved, open and eager, swapping spit in long, wet exchanges that left strings of saliva glistening when they broke for air. Hailee's fingers tangled in the short hair at his nape, pulling him deeper, while his hands roamed her back, dipping low to squeeze her ass again and lift her slightly onto her toes. She moaned into his mouth, I couldn't hear it, but I saw her throat work, her body shudder, and he responded by sucking on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth before releasing it with a slow, teasing drag. Their heads tilted in sync, deepening the angle, tongues dueling visibly in the flashes of light, hers flicking against his, curling around it, pulling back only to dive in again. Spit slicked their lips, making the kiss glisten, and Hailee nipped at his bottom lip playfully before soothing it with another swirl of her tongue. It went on like that for what felt like minutes, intimate, uninhibited, the kind of make-out that screamed pent-up desire. Her skirt hiked up dangerously from his grip, and I shifted in the booth, my drink forgotten, heartbeat thundering as I imagined the taste, the feel, the way she must be soaking through her panties by now.
Finally, they broke apart, both breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. She whispered something in his ear, and he nodded with a grin. Hailee glanced my way then, her eyes locking on mine across the room, dark, triumphant, full of promise. She took his hand and led him over to our booth, sliding in beside me while he took the seat across.
"Hey," she said, still a little breathless, her voice carrying that post-kiss huskiness. She leaned into me briefly, her hand on my thigh under the table, a quick squeeze that sent a jolt through me, before turning to him. "This is Eli. We just met on the floor, he's got some killer moves."
I nodded, extending a hand across the table. "Nice to meet you, man." My voice came out steadier than I felt, the rye burning in my gut as I shook his hand, firm grip, calloused palms. Up close, he was even more imposing, sharp jawline, easy smile, the faint scent of cologne mixing with sweat from the dance.
Hailee beamed, her dress still slightly disheveled from their grinding. "Eli, you want a drink? His treat."
He leaned back, eyes looking between us with a knowing glint. "Yeah, sure. Whiskey neat."
Hailee turned to me, her tone casual but laced with that commanding edge we'd been playing with lately. "Babe, go order us a couple? Vodka soda for me, and his whiskey."
I paused for just a second, feeling the weight of her words, the subtle shift in dynamics, her instructing me while she stayed put with him. It hit like a spark, fueling the heat already building low in my gut. My cock twitched at the casual command, the way she’d said it so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah, of course,” I managed, voice steady despite the rush of blood in my ears. I slid out of the booth, leaving them alone as I headed to the bar, my mind swirling with the implications, the dance, the kiss, the way this night might end.
The bar was crowded, bodies pressing in, but I barely registered it. All I could picture was Hailee’s lips, the way Eli’s hands had owned her ass on the floor, the spit-slick shine when they’d finally broken apart. By the time I returned with the drinks, rye and coke for me (I’d needed another), vodka soda for her, whiskey neat for him, the conversation had already picked up again. Their heads were close, voices low over the music, and I caught the tail end of her laugh, bright and a little breathless.
I set the glasses down and slid back into the booth beside her. That’s when I saw it, they were making out again. Hailee had turned toward him, one hand on his thigh under the table, the other cradling the back of his neck. Their mouths were locked in that same hungry, open-mouthed pace from the dance floor, tongues sliding visibly, wet and unhurried. I could hear the soft, slick sounds over the bass thump, the way she sucked gently on his lower lip before diving back in, the faint pop when they separated for air only to crash together again. Eli’s hand was on her bare shoulder, thumb stroking the sensitive skin where the halter strap met her neck, while his other hand rested high on her thigh, fingers disappearing under the flared skirt. Her dress had ridden up dangerously, the ruched bodice straining slightly as she leaned into him, tits pressing against his chest. I sat frozen for a long moment, drink in hand, watching them devour each other like I wasn’t even there. The jealousy twisted sharp, but the arousal burned hotter, my jeans felt painfully tight, my pulse hammering in my throat.
Finally Hailee pulled back, lips glistening, cheeks flushed dark under the neon lights. She turned to me, eyes glassy and triumphant, a slow smile curling around her mouth. She licked her lips once, tasting him, then spoke in that low, husky post-kiss voice. “Babe,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my knee, “we were talking when you went to get the drinks. Eli would really love to come and see our place... or well, the bedroom anyways.”
The words landed like a punch, direct, shameless, exactly what we’d fantasized about for weeks. I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the fresh drink. Eli watched me over the rim of his glass, expression calm but expectant, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. I felt exposed, turned on, a little dizzy. “Yeah?” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “You cool with that?”
Eli nodded once. “If you two are.”
“Oh we are.” Hailee answered.
We stayed another twenty minutes, small talk, surface-level stuff to keep the energy from boiling over too fast. Eli told us he was in town for work, a personal trainer who traveled for client consultations. Hailee asked about his gym routine, laughing when he flexed playfully. I asked about the city, about favorite spots, anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from spiraling too far ahead. But the undercurrent was electric, every time Hailee shifted, her skirt rode higher, every time Eli leaned in to speak, his hand brushed her bare arm or thigh. My rye tasted like fire, and I couldn’t stop picturing what was coming.
Eventually Hailee finished her drink, set the glass down. “Let’s get out of here.”
I drove. Hailee insisted on the backseat with Eli, said the front was too cramped for three, and I didn’t argue. The ride was about twenty-five minutes across town, late-night streets quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional streetlight sliding over the windows. I kept my eyes on the road, but the rearview mirror became my lifeline. In it, I watched everything.
They started slowly, her hand on his knee, his arm draped across the back of the seat. Then she leaned in, kissed his neck, soft at first, then open-mouthed, sucking gently on the skin below his ear. Eli groaned low, head tipping back against the leather. Hailee’s hand moved higher, palming him through his jeans, and I saw the outline of his cock thicken under her touch. She whispered something I couldn’t hear, and he chuckled, deep and rough. Then she was undoing his fly, careful but eager, pulling him out. Even in the dim light I could see how thick he was, heavy, veined, already glistening at the tip. Hailee made a soft, appreciative sound, stroked him a few times, then lowered her head.
The first wet slide of her mouth over him was unmistakable, and once it started, Hailee didn’t rush. She treated it like something sacred and filthy all at once, savoring every inch as if she’d been fantasizing about this exact moment for weeks.
Hailee began with just the head, lips wrapping snug around the thick crown, tongue flat and broad as she swirled circles over the slit. Eli groaned through his teeth, hips jerking once before he forced himself still. Hailee hummed in approval, the low vibration traveling straight down his shaft. In the rearview mirror I caught the way her eyes fluttered half-closed, lashes dark against her cheeks, completely focused on him. She sank down another inch, then another, cheeks hollowing slightly as she created suction, slow pull back, then deeper on the next descent. Her lips stretched visibly around his girth, the corners glistening as spit began to gather.
Hailee pulled off with a soft, wet pop, only to drag her tongue along the underside from base to tip in one long, dragging stripe. The vein there throbbed under her attention, she traced it with the point of her tongue, flicking teasingly at the frenulum before taking him back in. This time she went further, halfway down, then more, until the head nudged the soft back of her throat. Eli groaned deep in his chest, fingers flexing in her hair, not really pulling, just anchoring himself as she held there for a beat, breathing through her nose, letting her throat flutter around him.
When she finally eased back, a thick string of saliva connected her lower lip to his glistening cock. Hailee didn’t wipe it away, instead she used it, stroking him firmly with her right hand, twisting at the head while her left cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Spit dripped in slow, shiny trails down his shaft, coating her fingers, making every pump slick and audible. The car filled with the wet, rhythmic schlick-schlick of her hand and the softer, obscene slurp when she dove back down.
She varied the pace now, fast, shallow bobs that focused on the sensitive head, then long, slow descents that took him deeper each time. On one particularly deep thrust, her nose brushed his pubic bone, she gagged softly, throat convulsing, but didn’t pull off. Instead she held, eyes watering slightly, then swallowed around him once, twice, the muscles rippling in a way that made Eli’s head fall back against the seat with a choked “Fuck.”
Hailee moaned in response, long, needy, the sound muffled around his cock. Eli thighs tensed, abs contracting under his shirt. She pulled back just enough to speak, voice hoarse and wrecked. “You taste so good,” she murmured, barely audible over the engine hum, before sucking him back in with renewed hunger.
I had to force my eyes back to the road. Every red light was agony, thirty seconds of stolen glances in the mirror, her head bobbing steadily now, cheeks flushed, hair falling forward in messy strands that Eli gently tucked behind her ear. His hand guided without forcing, fingers threaded through the lengths, occasionally tightening when she did something particularly devastating with her tongue. Spit had dripped down to his balls, her hand worked the base in tight, twisting strokes while her mouth focused higher, lips sealed, tongue relentless.
She edged him like that for what felt like forever, bringing him close, then slowing, pulling off to kiss and lick the shaft, tracing every vein, sucking gently on the head until pre-cum beaded again and she lapped it up with kittenish flicks. Eli’s breathing had turned ragged, low curses spilled from him in between groans. “Shit... just like that... fuck, Hailee...”
At one point she took him all the way again, nose to pelvis, throat working around him in slow paced swallows. She held longer this time, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from the stretch, but she didn’t break. When she finally pulled off, gasping, a thick rope of spit and pre-cum stretched between her lips and his cock before snapping. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him, wrecked and proud, then dove back down for one final, sloppy series of bobs, fast, wet, noisy, until his hips stuttered and he gripped her hair tighter.
“Not yet,” Hailee whispered, pulling off completely with a final, teasing suck on the head. “I want to feel you inside me first.”
Eli exhaled, head lolling back. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Hailee sat up slowly then, lips puffy and shiny, chin glistening, eyes dark and glassy when they met mine in the rearview. She licked her lips once, tasting him, then gave me that small, wicked smile. “Come on, babe.”
We pulled into our driveway moments later. The porch light was the only illumination. Hailee slid out first, dress still hiked high on her thighs, hair mussed from his fingers. Eli followed, adjusting himself with a wince, cock still visibly thick against his jeans. I killed the engine, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.
To Be Continued
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Dark Desires #3
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Interracial
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Inside, the house was quiet, lights low from the lamp we’d left on. We kicked off shoes in the entryway, mine, hers, his, scattering them haphazardly. Hailee took Eli’s hand again, fingers interlaced, leading him toward the hallway. Halfway down she paused, turned back to me. Her voice was soft but carried that same firm, commanding edge from the club, now sharpened by everything that had happened since.
“I want one-on-one time with him first,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Just us in the bedroom. So we can fuck. You can wait out here... or watch from the door if you want. But I need this part alone with him, to feel him stretch me, to come on his cock without holding back.”
The words landed heavy, final, irrevocable. Jealousy knifed through me sharp and bright, but the arousal drowned it, my cock throbbed painfully, untouched since the club. Images flooded in, her legs spread wide on our bed, his darker skin against hers, the way she’d moan when he bottomed out, deeper than I ever could.
I nodded once, throat too tight for more than a rasp. “Okay. I’ll... be here.”
She stepped close then, rose on her toes, and kissed me, tasting faintly of vodka, sweat, and him. Her tongue brushed mine once, sharing the lingering flavor, before she pulled back. “Good boy,” she whispered against my lips, the praise hitting like a spark straight to my spine.
Then she turned, took Eli’s hand again, and disappeared down the hall. The bedroom door closed shut behind them.
The bedroom door stayed closed, but the sounds carried easily through the thin walls of our small house, every creak, every breath, every wet collision. I stayed on the couch for the first stretch, hands pressed to my thighs, trying to steady my breathing while my cock strained against the denim like it had a mind of its own. The waiting was agony and ecstasy braided together, knowing she was in there, naked, legs spread for him, letting him do things I’d only ever watched in porn or imagined during our late-night talks.
Then the sounds sharpened.
The mattress springs gave a long, complaining groan as weight shifted. Hailee’s voice came first, soft, almost reverent.
“God... look at you.”
A low chuckle from Eli, deep and confident. “You sure you’re ready for all this?”
“I’ve been ready since the club.”
Fabric rustled, probably the last scraps of her dress finally hitting the floor, maybe his shirt following. Then the bed dipped again, harder this time. Hailee let out a shaky exhale that turned into a moan the moment skin met skin.
From inside the room, the perspective shifted to theirs.
Eli knelt between her thighs, condom already rolled on, his thick shaft resting heavy against her lower belly. Hailee lay on her back, legs splayed wide, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the deep V of her dress was long gone, leaving her breasts bare and flushed, nipples tight and dark against her skin. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around him, not quite able to close them fully, and stroked once, slow, feeling the weight and the veins pulsing under her palm.
“It’s bigger than I pictured,” she whispered, half to herself. “Thicker. Longer. Fuck.”
Eli braced one hand beside her head, the other guiding himself to her entrance. He rubbed the head through her slit, slow, teasing, coating himself in the slickness that had been building since the dance floor. Hailee’s hips lifted instinctively, chasing contact.
“Please,” Hailee breathed. “Don’t tease.”
He pressed forward.
The stretch was immediate and obscene. Hailee’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the thick head breached her, parting her pussy lips wide. Her inner walls fluttered, trying to accommodate him, clenching and releasing in helpless little spasms. Eli paused halfway in, letting her adjust, watching her face with focused eyes.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured. “Let me in.”
She nodded frantically, nails digging into his biceps. “Keep going... I want all of it.”
He sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until his hips finally met hers and he was buried to the root. Hailee’s back arched off the bed, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips.
“Oh my god... Eli... you’re so fucking deep. I can feel you everywhere.”
He stayed still for a moment, letting her feel the full pressure, the way he throbbed inside her, stretching her open in a way she’d never quite experienced. Then he rolled his hips in grinding circles that dragged every ridge along her inner walls.
Hailee’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck... yes... just like that...”
Eli started to move.
Slow at first, long thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Each thrust made a wet, sucking sound as her pussy gripped him, reluctant to let go. Hailee’s hands roamed, clawing at his shoulders, sliding down to grip his ass, urging him deeper. Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Please... I can take it.”
He obliged.
The pace built, steady, powerful thrusts that rocked her entire body. The headboard knocked against the wall. Hailee’s moans turned louder, more desperate, words tumbling out between gasps.
“You’re so much bigger... stretching me so good... fuck, I’ve never been this full... don’t stop, don’t you dare stop...”
Eli shifted his angle, hooking her legs over his shoulders. The new position drove him even deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out sharply. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, he leaned down, caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he fucked her.
Hailee’s hands flew to his head, holding him there. “Yes... suck them... bite them... fuck, Eli...”
He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make her shudder. His hips never slowed, deep, punishing thrusts that slapped wetly against her ass. Sweat slicked their skin, the room smelled of sex.
“I’m gonna come, on your cock, gonna come so hard,” Hailee cried out in pure pleasure, from Eli's big beautiful black cock.
Eli drove harder, faster, chasing her orgasm. “Come for me, Hailee. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze.”
She convulsed.
Her back bowed, mouth open in a silent scream that quickly turned vocal, high, broken cries that echoed down the hallway. Her walls clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses, milking his length as wave after wave crashed through her. Eli groaned, hips stuttering, fighting to keep thrusting through her spasms.
When she finally collapsed, panting, he slowed but didn’t stop, long, lazy pumps of his cock now, drawing out her spasming body.
“Turn over,” he said, voice rough.
Hailee obeyed immediately, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips. Eli positioned himself behind her, one hand on her lower back, the other guiding himself back inside.
The new angle made Hailee gasp again. “Oh fuck... yeah... right there...”
He fucked her from behind, deep, steady, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Hailee buried her face in the pillow, muffling her moans, but they still leaked out, raw, needy, filthy.
“Harder... pound me... use me...”
Eli gave Hailee what she asked for, snapping his hips forward, balls slapping against her skin with every thrust. The bed shook, the headboard thudded louder. Hailee reached back, spreading herself wider for him.
“I want you to come,” she begged. “Cum hard, fill that condom up for me.”
Eli’s rhythm faltered. His grip tightened, breath coming in harsh pants. “Fuck... gonna cum... gonna fill this rubber up."
He buried himself deep one last time, hips pressed up against her ass as he came, long, pulsing spurts that made the tip of the condom swell inside her. Hailee whimpered at the heat, the pressure, the way she could feel every throb through the thin latex, even if it wasn’t spilling directly into her. She clenched around him, milking the last bit of his release.
They stayed like that for a long moment, Eli draped over her back, both of them breathing hard, before he slowly pulled out. Hailee collapsed forward with a soft, satisfied moan, the used condom still clinging to him as he peeled it off carefully and tied it off.
A beat of silence.
Then Hailee's voice drifted through the door.
“...Babe? Come here.”
I stood up on unsteady legs, and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.
The night we’d been talking about, for weeks on end, had finally arrived. And it was only just beginning.
To Be Continued
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Dark Desires #4
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Sexting
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
After Hailee’s night with Eli, everything shifted in ways that were subtle at first, then impossible to ignore. We didn’t stop being us. We still did the things that had always anchored our relationship, Sunday brunches at that little spot downtown, long drives with the windows down blasting playlists we’d made together, late-night hikes when the trails were empty and the stars felt close enough to touch. I’d still catch her stealing fries off my plate at dinner, and she’d still roll her eyes and laugh when I made the same dumb jokes. Those moments stayed exactly the same, comfortable, loving, totally ours.
But underneath all of that, something new had taken root.
Hailee couldn’t stop thinking about it. About being stretched, the depth, the way she’d felt so utterly filled in a way she never had before. She didn’t hide it from me. In fact, she made sure I knew, whispering it against my ear during sex, texting me filthy little updates when I was at work, showing me screenshots of the Blacked scenes she’d been rewatching late at night when I was asleep. And the truth was, I loved this new version of her. The way her eyes would glaze over when she talked about it, the way her voice would drop an octave, the way she’d get visibly wet just describing how much bigger he’d felt. It turned me on more than anything ever had, watching my girlfriend become quietly, shamelessly obsessed with black cock.
So we leaned into it.
We downloaded Tinder on her phone together one evening after dinner. She set up a profile while curled against my side on the couch, photos we’d picked out carefully, one of her in that black halter mini dress from the club night, another in a tight sports bra and leggings from a hike, a candid of her laughing with her hair messy from the wind. Bio short and direct, “Curious, open-minded, and very into contrast. Let’s talk.” In her settings, she adjusted the preferences so only Black men showed up in her stack. We spent the next few nights like teenagers with a new toy, her swiping, me watching over her shoulder, both of us commenting.
“That one’s got nice arms,” she’d say, pausing on a gym selfie.
“Too skinny,” I’d counter, and she’d laugh and swipe left.
“Fuck, look at this guy’s jawline,” Hailee murmured, tilting the phone so I could see the profile pic better. “I bet he’s hung.”
We’d message back and forth together at first, but after a while she took over, typing faster, getting bolder. She’d read the dirtiest replies out loud to me in bed, voice low and teasing, watching my cock twitch every time she said things like “I’ve been craving something thick and dark lately” or “I keep thinking about how deep you’d go.”
A few days in, she locked onto one guy in particular.
Malachi.
Thirty-one, freelance photographer, 6’3”, dark skin, short fade, and a quiet intensity in his profile pics that made Hailee’s thumb freeze on the screen. His shots were artistic, moody black-and-white self-portraits, cityscapes at golden hour, a few shirtless mirror selfies that showed lean muscle and the thick outline of what he was packing even through sweatpants. His first message was confident but not cocky, “That dress is criminal. You look like you need to be ruined.” Hailee had grinned, typed back immediately, and the conversation never really slowed down after that.
By the time we were in the bedroom that Friday night, they’d been texting nonstop for three days.
The room smelled like lavender and vanilla from the candles flickering on the dresser. Soft instrumental music drifted from the Bluetooth speaker, slow, ambient, the kind that made everything feel warmer. Hailee lay face-down on the bed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, hair twisted up in a messy topknot, arms folded under her cheek. I knelt beside her, straddling her thighs, warming a generous pump of unscented lotion between my palms before smoothing it over her shoulders.
Her skin was warm, soft, still carrying the faint scent of her body wash from earlier. I worked in slow circles, thumbs pressing into the knots along her shoulder blades, then gliding down the elegant line of her spine. She sighed, melting deeper into the mattress.
“God, your hands are magic,” she murmured.
I smiled, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. “You deserve it.”
She hummed in agreement, then reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up her face in soft blue as she opened the chat with Malachi.
I kept rubbing, long strokes down her back, kneading the small of her waist, then fanning out over her hips, while she scrolled through the latest messages.
“He’s asking what I’m up to tonight,” she said, voice low and already thickening with want. She tilted the phone so I could see.
Malachi: What you wearing rn, gorgeous?
Hailee: Tiny black lace panties. My boyfriend’s rubbing lotion all over my back and ass. His hands are everywhere but all I can think about is you.
Malachi: Fuck. That pussy’s already dripping while he touches you, isn’t it?
Hailee bit her lip, typed fast.
Hailee: Soaked. I’m just picturing your cock. That pic you sent yesterday has me obsessed. I keep replaying how thick and long it looked, that fat head leaking. I need you to stretch my pussy until I’m screaming.
Malachi: You've been obsessing over this dick? Wanting it balls-deep in that greedy pussy?
Hailee: Every second. I want you to come over tomorrow and wreck me. Pin me down, choke me with that thick black cock down my throat, then flip me over and pound me raw until I’m creaming and begging for more.
Malachi: Are you gonna be alone for me? I want that pussy all to myself.
Hailee glanced back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark and mischievous. “He wants to know if I’ll be alone tomorrow.”
I swallowed, thumbs pausing on her lower back, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. “Tell him the truth. I’ve got the evening shift at the restaurant, won’t be home till after midnight.”
She nodded, turned back to the phone, and typed.
Hailee: Yes. My boyfriend works the evening shift tomorrow, he’s out till late. The place will be all mine. You can come over and fuck me however you want, as long as you want. No interruptions.
Malachi: Good girl. I’m gonna slide in slowly at first, let you feel every thick inch splitting that cunt open. Then I’m gonna fuck you stupid, deep, hard, relentless, until you’re shaking and squirting all over my dick.
Hailee moaned softly, hips rocking back against my hands. My cock was hard against her ass now, she could feel it, grinding subtly as I kept massaging.
Hailee: I want that so bad. I’m gonna gag on that monster of a cock first, take it all the way down my throat until my eyes water. Then I want you to bend me over the bed, spread me wide, and rail me from behind until I’m dripping down my thighs and begging you to keep going.
Malachi sent another photo, his cock again, this time gripped tighter, veins bulging, pre-cum beading at the tip, the head swollen and glossy. It looked even bigger in this lighting, intimidating in the best way.
Hailee’s breath caught hard. “Jesus... look at this thing. It’s going to destroy me tomorrow.”
I leaned over her shoulder to see. My stomach flipped, jealousy and hunger twisting together in that perfect, familiar way. “Yeah... that’s gonna stretch you good.”
Hailee didn’t answer with words. Instead she angled the phone down, hooked her thumbs into her panties, and slid them to mid-thigh. Her pussy was visibly swollen, lips puffy and slick, a thin string of arousal connecting her pussy lips when she spread them.
She hit record on her phone, this one twenty seconds this time, pure filth.
Her fingers parted her lips wide, showing the glistening pink inside. Two digits plunged in deep, pumping slowly at first, then faster, the wet squelch loud in the room. She curled them hard, hitting that spot that made her toes curl and her back arch, then pulled out and rubbed frantic circles over her clit. A needy, broken whimper escaped her right before the clip ended, “Malachi... come ruin this pussy tomorrow... I’m so fucking ready for you...”
Hailee sent it without hesitation.
The reply came in under twenty seconds.
Malachi: Fuckkkk. That cunt is begging to be bred. I’m gonna choke you with this dick, make you drool all over it, then flip you over and pound you until you’re a shaking, squirting mess. You’re gonna take every inch and thank me for stretching you out like the slut you are.
Hailee: Yes please. I want to feel you go so deep I can’t breathe. I want to come so hard on that thick black cock that I soak the sheets. Tomorrow night, my place, just me and you. I’ll leave the door unlocked.
Malachi: Address. Now. I’m already stroking my cock to that video. Gonna save up every drop for that greedy pussy.
She typed our address quickly, hit send, then dropped the phone onto the sheets and rolled onto her back beneath me.
Hailee reached up, pulled me down by the neck, and kissed me hard, tongue deep, desperate, tasting like pure need.
“Fuck me now,” she breathed against my lips when we broke apart. “Fuck me while I imagine him tomorrow. While I picture that monster cock having its way with me while you’re at work.”
I shoved my sweatpants down, lined up, and sank into her soaked heat in one rough thrust. She was drenched, clenching around me like a vice, but her mind was already miles ahead, lost in the promise of Malachi’s size, his roughness, the way he’d make her scream in ways I never could while I was stuck pouring drinks and bussing tables.
I lined up, rubbed the head through her slick folds once, coating myself in her arousal, then pushed in. She gasped, as the first few inches sank into her wet pussy. She was so wet, so ready, that I slid in with no resistance, bottoming out in one long, smooth glide. Her walls fluttered around me immediately, still throbbing from the edging she’d done for the camera.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her neck, hips flush to hers. “You’re dripping for him.”
Hailee’s nails dug into my shoulders. “Yes... thinking about that thick black cock tomorrow... how much bigger he is... how he’s gonna stretch me wider than you ever could...”
I pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch of cock drag along her walls, then thrust back in, harder this time, deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with the low ambient music and the faint flicker of candlelight. She moaned loud, unfiltered, head tipping back so her throat was exposed. I kissed it, sucked lightly, then bit down just enough to make her whimper.
“Tell me,” I groaned, starting a steady rhythm, long thrusts that hit deep every time. “Tell me what you want him to do to you.”
"I want him to choke me with it first... shove that fat head past my lips until I’m gagging, drooling all over it... then flip me over, spread my ass, and slam in from behind... pound me so hard the bed shakes... make me squirt all over his dick while you’re at work...”
Each word made me thrust harder, the jealousy and arousal twisting into something feral. I could picture it too clearly, her bent over our bed, face buried in the sheets, ass up, Malachi’s hands gripping her hips, that monster cock disappearing into her over and over while she screamed his name. The image burned behind my eyes, made my balls tighten dangerously fast.
“God... yes... fuck me like he’s gonna fuck me... harder...”
I gave it to her, snapping my hips forward, the headboard starting to knock against the wall in time with my pace. Sweat slicked our skin, Hailee's tits bounced with every impact, nipples hard and begging. I leaned down, caught one in my mouth, sucked hard while I pounded into her, tongue flicking over the peak.
Hailee’s hands flew to my hair, holding me there. “He’s gonna be so much thicker... gonna split me open... I’m gonna come so hard on that big black cock... gonna soak the sheets for him...”
The words hit like a punch. My control frayed. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, balls drawing up tight. I fucked her faster, rougher, chasing the edge while she kept whispering filthy promises, how she’d beg Malachi to go deeper, how she’d clench around him, how she’d scream when he bottomed out in places I couldn’t reach.
It was too much.
The thought of her tomorrow, alone in our bed, legs spread wide, that thick black cock stretching her, filling her, making her come in ways I never could, snapped something inside me.
I buried my face in her neck, hips stuttering, and came harder than I ever had in my life.
It hit like a freight train, long, pulsating jets of cum that flooded her, each spurt so intense it made my vision blur. I groaned low and broken against her skin, hips jerking uncontrollably as I pumped everything I had deep inside her. Hailee clenched around me, her own orgasm crashing through her at the same moment, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as she soaked us both.
“Tomorrow,” Hailee whispered, “he’s going to make me come even harder than that... and you’ll come home to me still dripping from him.”
I exhaled shakily, still buried inside her, already half-hard again just from the thought.
The candles burned lower. The music looped on.
Her phone buzzed once more on the nightstand, Malachi, no doubt, confirming the time, telling her how many times he planned to make her cum.
I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy, and knew one thing for certain.
Tomorrow night, while I was stuck at the restaurant wiping tables and ringing up checks, Hailee would be getting exactly what she’d been craving.
To Be Continued
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I've been wanting to read a story like this with Hailee for years and this was incredible!
Please, you have to continue with this, this has enough material for many more chapters!