2 comments/ 71178 views/ 3 favorites Dark Secret By: scorpious A lot of people tell me that I have the perfect life. I have a good office job, more women than I know what to do with, a nice car, a small but well appointed apartment, you know the drill. But, like everyone else, I do have my dark side. I do have my secrets. But there's one secret that, if it were to get out, could easily ruin my life. So why am I writing this? Well, for one, the written word has a great power of anonymity. You who are reading this little story have no idea who the writer is. But the main reason is, because it might be the most intensely passionate and sexual experience I have ever experienced, and I cannot keep it bottled inside me any longer. So this is my story, my dark secret. It started innocently enough. I was coming home from work one night; late, as usual. I live in a nice one-bedroom apartment, and I don't have many visitors other than the occasional nightcap from one of my many female friends. Except for my sister. My sister would come to visit and spend the night on occasion since she lived a good hour from her job, which was in the office across the street from mine. So once in a while, when she had to work late, she would stay with me and sleep on the sleeper sofa. We were always close. My sister and I were in school together until college when we chose to go to two different schools. So we grew up close, we were into the same music, the same foods, etc. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that my sister is my twin. It was one such night that my dark secret was brought into existence. As I got home, I unlocked the door and grabbed my mail from the mailbox, like I do every night. I went inside and tossed my things on the floor by the couch and sat in my favorite chair. I have two of them, but I always sat in the one on the right side of the living room. I guess it's something to do with being right handed or something. Anyway, I sat down in my chair, which is a leather recliner that also rotates like a barstool. But being on the right side of the living room, I couldn't see the bathroom door slightly ajar and the bathroom light on. After I read my mail and went to the kitchen for a can of Mountain Dew (I don't drink on the weekdays, I work too long a day to be hung over), I went to the bathroom. Now noticing the light, I muttered a curse about leaving the light on again and opened the door. To my surprise, my sister was in the bathtub, completely naked, no curtain to hide behind. Even more surprising were the facts that she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself and the instant erection I had from the scene. I was too shocked to speak for a moment, so my sister started the conversation for me. "Oh, I wasn't expecting you to be in yet. I thought you had a major project to work on tonight." "Umm… yeah… I… finished up early. I thought I could make more progress on more sleep and less caffeine." She laughed and started to get out of the tub. Now I knew my sister was a very pretty young lady, but I never knew she was one of the hottest females to grace the face of Earth. I am 24 years old, 5'11, 150 pounds, blonde hair and green eyes, and I get more than my share of women. My sister is also 5'11", but at a much lighter 115 pounds, with much longer and fuller blonde hair (thankfully, the long hair is on HER head, not mine) and light blue eyes that make the bluest ocean waters look like a muddy ravine in comparison. Not to mention being a Barbie-ish 36C/24/36.I thought to myself, "I REALLY need to pay more attention to the world around me instead of work…" Then I was jolted back to reality as my sister got out of the tub and subsequently slipped and fell into me. Here I am, standing in my bathroom, with an amazingly beautiful woman falling towards me. I stop her fall. She looks up at me and smiles. Something clicked in my head at that moment and before I could stop myself I kissed her softly and passionately. Apparently she was thinking the same thing because she pulled away long enough to regain her balance and then she pressed herself against me and kissed me with just as much passion as I had kissed her. I don't remember how but somehow we made it to the bedroom, where my sister closed the door and slowly started to undress me. First she unbuttoned the sleeves of my dark blue Oxford shirt, which was now thoroughly soaked and needed to be taken off anyway. Then one by one she unbuttoned the front buttons, kissing my neck until she exposed enough of my chest to work her way down to my stomach, at which point she pushed the shirt over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then she knelt down in front of me and did something I had never imagined possible: She undid the clasp to my slacks with her teeth. After some thought I decided not to make any jokes about her dental work. Then the zipper received the same treatment, the sound of which made my already erect member twitch with anticipation. My slacks and underwear now were free to slide to the floor as well, and as soon as I had stepped out of them my sister pushed me onto the bed. The very first thought that ran through my mind was "This is going to be the worst sin I will ever commit", which was quickly followed by "And the most sensual and exciting one too." I laid on my back as my sister, my lover, straddled me and slowly lowered herself down on me. She moaned so beautifully in the darkened room, her voice echoing through the silence sweetly, but with an unmistakable air of sexual pleasure. She tossed her head back and sighed as she took my rock-hard member fully inside, her hands snaking their way up her toned, slim frame. She slowly raised herself up again, her fingers now working her nipples, pinching and playing with them as she lowered herself again. Slowly she increased her pace, her breasts now firm from the intensity of her playing fingers. She was now moaning uncontrollably and riding me like a rodeo cowgirl, thrashing her hair around in ecstasy as she impaled her sexy little body on my rock hard meat. My sister was fucking me like I had never been fucked before in my entire life, and I never wanted it to end. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her down onto me harder and harder as we both neared our climaxes. Just before she came, she moaned out "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." Then she climaxed, her body quaking and shuddering as her orgasm washed over her. The most beautiful woman in the world, doing the most beautiful action in the world, in my bed, with me… and to top it all off, it was my sister. Two things happened: One, I realized that I was in love with my sister. Two, I came harder than I had ever came in my life. After we came down from our sexual plateau, it was again my sister who started the conversation. "I love you, brother." "I love you too sister." "I have been in love with you for so long. I never dreamt that I would ever be able to experience this, to make love to you like I've wanted to for so very long." "Honestly? Wow… I wish I could say the same… but then again, now we don't have to hide this from each other anymore." And with that, we kissed again and feel back onto the bed and made love again, longer and sweeter than before. Two weeks later, the company I work for bought out the company my sister works for, and we both were repositioned in the new company. I was promoted to VP of sales, and I was allowed to hire a secretary. I don't see the need to state the obvious here, but I will say that my work has taken on a whole new meaning now. We also moved in together, to "save travel time", as we tell everyone else. And to this day, no one knows about my dark secret… Except you. Dark Secret Chapter One: How it all began... My story is a simple one, but the result is rewarding, complicating and destructive. Destructive because when the truth comes to light, my husband of seven years, the father of my two children will divorce me. Complicating because I had an affair. But the reward is well worth the pain and suffering that will take place. I started feeling the itch...the seven year itch. My husband wasn't paying much attention to me. I was carting the kids around town in the mini-van. Suzanne to ballet and Jr to soccer. We were the perfect little family, but I got bored with the status quo. I decided to do something about it. While the children were at their activities, I drove to the Morristown Mall. I headed straight to the lingerie shop, Bare Essentials. I tried on several teddies, corsets and nightgowns. I shopped without guilt and received lots of assistance from the saleslady. I think she lived her fantasy of shopping through me. In the end, I purchased four outfits. "Thank you, Ms. Walker. Your purchases made me win the monthly sales drive." "My pleasure. What do you win?" "$500.00 and a weekend off from the store." "So what are you going to do with a weekend off and ‘extra money' to spare?" "I am taking my husband away to a swingers weekend in Vermont. Sex and skiing all weekend long!!!" She sounded so excited. "That sounds like fun. When is it? And how much does it cost?" "The weekend after thanksgiving. And it is only $300.00 per couple, which includes dinner, ski lift pass, champagne, and of course access to all the amenities, Jacuzzi, open bar, steam room and such. Don't forget that it is a swingers retreat. SEX . . . SEX . . . SEX." "You know that might be the ticket for my husband and I, to get ahem . . .reacquainted." "Here is the promotion flyer for the trip." "Thanks, Crystal." "Your welcome, Ms. Walker. I hope I see you there" The way she said it, embarrassed me. She had seen me in the numerous outfits I had tried on and now she had a shit eating grin on her face, inviting me to a "Swingers Ski Retreat." Giggling to myself, I left the boutique. I could never see myself going to something like that. Although she did seemed to be invigorated about it. I opened the tail end of my mini van and threw my bags and the paper on the floor. I didn't give it a second thought. I arranged for my mother to watch the kids for the weekend I made reservation for a suite at the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City. . I took Friday off from work, I went to the spa for a pampering day then had my hair cut and styled. Promptly at 4:00 o'clock, the limousine I rented pulled into my driveway. I had on some of my new lingerie and a mini dress. I felt fabulously sexy. The driver grabbed the overnight bag and placed it in the trunk. "Atlantic City, right Ma'am?" "Yes, but first a stop at 33rd West Main Street, Downtown. We have to pickup my husband." "Very well." As we pulled up to my husband's office building, I had a strangest feeling come over me. I felt weird, like something was wrong. As Bernard held the door for me, I took a deep breath. "I'll be right back." "Yes Ma'am" Bernard was so polite. His demeanor made me feel like a rich high society bitch. I entered my husband's building, and asked for him at the security desk. I lit a cigarette while I waited. I was stomping out my butt, when Roger, his assistant approached me. The look on his face told me the story. Jack had been keeping long hours lately and that was the reason I was trying to surprise him with the weekend get away. "He left already.", Roger simply stated. "What?!?!" "He left at noon. He said he was going to surprise you with some roses and candy." "I took off from work and have been planning this weekend for a month." "Sorry." Roger spun on his heels, and started to walk away. "Roger, would you like to join me in A.C.?" "Huh?" "You heard me. That bastard has been ignoring me for months and now I try to get some attention from him and he has become invisible." "Sorry, I enjoy eating and going to Atlantic City with you will cost me my job." "Your loss." I lifted my dress to show him my new stockings and lacy garter belt. He sighed, smiled and walked back to the elevator. Needless to say I was PISSED. Bernard opened the door to the limo and didn't say a word. He read my mood, before I even got to the car. I quickly dialed my husband cell phone. When he didn't answer, I became ENRAGED. I drank a flute of the champagne and was sipping the second glass, when Bernard opened the partition. "Ma'am where to now?" "Atlantic City, where the fuck do you think we are going?" "Yes, Ma'am" I closed the blacken partition. I was angry, hurt and horny. The champagne wasn't helping any. After about thirty minutes, I lowered the divider. "Bernard, I am sorry for talking to you that way, but my husband spoiled my surprise. I don't know where he is and this was supposed to be. . ." I couldn't finish the statement, I was sobbing. "Ms. Walker. It is his loss. You look so sexy that I find it very hard for me to concentrate on my driving. Closing the divider before helped me, but now that you have opened it again. . ." "That is sweet for you to say. I just wish my husband would notice." "I am not just saying it. I don't mean to embarrass you, but when you get in and out of the limo, I can see your stocking legs up to your lacy garter. I have the sight burned into my memory." I smiled at him and felt my cheeks redden at his admission. "Thank you, Bernard, for trying to cheer me up." "Ma'am it is my pleasure. I assure you." I started to calm down and relax. I continue to drink and by the time we were in Atlantic City I was drunk. "Which hotel was it?" Bernard asked I answered in a drunken stupor, "Taj" When Bernard opened the door, I took extra time to exit the car. I was horny and wanted him to see all he could see. Once I was standing, I almost fell and he caught me. "I got you Ms. Walker." "Wwwwhhhhyyy ssssssssooo formal Bernie, calllll mmeee Julie." "Well Ms.. . ahem Julie, you can not walk. I will have to help you." "Okayyyy. Bernie." He sat me at the bar across from check-in. I ordered another glass of bubbly and he went to check me. I watch him as he walked away. About 6 feet tall, and a great ass. He looked so delicious in that black suit and tie. I love a man dressed to the nines. "Room 2516. Julie. Can you make it to the elevator and up to your room?" "Nnnnope. You'll have to escort me." "Alright then, I will get your bag. Wait here." "Okie dokey." About an half an hour later, Bernard returned with my bag. In that time I had drank another two glasses of champagne. Bernard helped me stand up and grabbed me about my waist. We walked across the showroom floor arm in arm like lovers do. He pushed the button on the express elevator for the 25th floor. I started to get dizzy, the ride was so fast. He walked me to my room. He opened the door. We walked in together and I pulled away from him and stumbled towards the big bay window. The sun was setting on the horizon of the ocean. The view took my breath away. I was drunk and the scene before me left me mesmerized. I was in such a trance I didn't realize that Bernard, was behind me, with his arms embraced around my waist. He whispered in my ear, "You are as beautiful as that sunset." I melted in his arms, and then I felt his manhood against my behind. "I am a married woman, two and half hours away from my husband, in a hotel suite, with virtually a stranger." "And." "Riddle me this, why does it feel so right?" "You are lonely, frustrated and horny. So like the song says, love the one you're with." Without another word, I lifted my dress. Pulled down my panties. And enjoyed the sunset, while Bernard plowed my neglected pussy from behind. He was HUGE. At first, he plunged forcefully into my vagina. With my yelp of pain, he froze. I had never had any man that large in me before. It took me off guard. "Are you okay?" Such a adorable man, I thought. "Yeah, but take it slow. I never been so filled." After a few minutes, he started again, this time slow and steady. My buzz from the champagne faded when the pain had started. After five minutes, my pussy loosen up and my body started to tremble. "Ohh, I must be getting used to it now. You can go a little faster." "Are you sure." "Yes, I'm sure. Fuck me with that big cock!!!" He then started to pound my pussy. When he felt the beginning of my orgasm, he stopped mid stroke. "What's wrong?" "Beg for it!!!" "Beg for what? Don't stop I was almost there!" All I was thinking was this is the best sex I have ever had and he is playing games. "I know, that's why I stopped. Ask me for your release. Beg me to make you cum!" I started to play with my clit. I was rubbing it openly. I reached to feel his cock. I realized how big he really was when I touched it. "What? Are you crazy? Come on, now fuck meeeee." As I spoke, he stroked into me deep. Then he pulled out until only the head of his dick was at the entrance to my snatch. "Beg for it, Bitch!!!" I lost it. I went berserk. "Fuck me with that cock, you bastard. Make me cum on that big dick." And he did. He pounded my pussy until I was sore. When I felt him cum in my pussy, I collapse against the window. My orgasm was so powerful, I think I passed out. I didn't remember anything else. It felt like a dream, when I awoke, I looked at the clock, it was only 9:00 pm. I turned over to find out it wasn't a dream. Bernard was sleeping next to me in the nude. I looked down at his dick. It was soft, and rested against is thigh. It's color was a caramel creme. It was then, I woke up to reality of the situation. I had unprotected sex with a black man!!! I tried to get up and run to the bathroom, when I realized I was tied to the bed. To be continued. . . Dark Secret Shortly after I turned 18 our family moved to quite a big house on Thorn Park which is an exclusive development where the properties are set at an angle to each other and screened by hedges and trees. Almost as soon as we moved in I began having the dreams. In my dreams I would be led down a narrow passage where there was no light at all and yet I somehow knew where to go. At the end of the passage was a chamber; sometimes it would be the same chamber as before but usually it would be a different chamber each time. Whatever chamber it was it would contain huge devices which I only ever saw partially because the only light was a flickering red light of the sort cast by flames. The devices would always have huge thick timber beams and frames with leather straps to restrain my delicate limbs and sharp blades or spikes to torment me. Hot irons would be pressed against my skin or inserted...well you get the idea. Despite suffering these tortures in my sleep I did sleep well. I think I must have been sleeping really deeply while I dreamt but I would always awake with my hand between my legs and I would have to masturbate really intensely to ease the primeval urge within me. These are not the sort of thing which an eighteen year old girl likes to discuss openly so I never did talk about them therefore I had no way of knowing if every girl experienced the same thing. Sometimes I would fear that I was afflicted with a lustful insanity and at other times I told myself that I was a normal healthy young woman. And as time went on it was more than just dreams. My mind would fill with all sorts of ideas along the lines of "What would it be like to....?" This curiosity consumed me and the only way to get any peace was to experiment. The first thing I did was to sleep all night with a pillowcase over my head as if I were hooded then I bound my ankles with a scarf and then I fell into the habit of gagging myself with another scarf although I don't think I ever wore my gag all night. It was frustrating that I could not tie my hands but, of course, I knew that sex shops sold handcuffs. Surely I was a nice girl; I was not the sort to go into one of those sleazy places. But the idea would not go away and really it was inevitable that one Saturday I sneaked into a shop and came away with my own silver pair of handcuffs. I put them on as soon as I was back in my bedroom and I could not wait for that night. Sometimes my hands were cuffed behind me and other times they would be in front. I had tied the key to the connecting chain with a length of string. My experiments became more and more intense and often I would be gagged, hooded and with my ankles bound then I would lay on my belly, naked, with my hands through the wooden rails of my headboard and handcuffed in place. The sexual energy thus produced was intense but now my hands could not reach my pussy so I had to grind my belly into the mattress and press down on my breasts so that my tender nipples rubbed on the sheet beneath me. I cannot remember when the man first appeared. Well he did not exactly appear; he was in my mind but I did not have to be asleep to see him. When I was awake he would arise out of my imagination. He was huge and towering above me dressed only in a brown monk's habit with the hood up. I kept trying to see his face but the hood always blocked my view until one night when I was strapped to one of his devilish contraptions in a dream I saw him full face. His face was a grinning white skull. My abasement of myself continued. Some weekends I would be alone in the house all day so I was free to experiment and, on the odd occasion, my parents went away for the weekend so I would have the house to myself all night for two nights. These precious times often involved careful preparation. I would fill a washing up bowl with water and hang my handcuff key in the bowl on a string which was loosely taped to the sides of the bowl so that the key hung half way down into the water. The whole bowl then went into the bottom of the freezer where it froze solid. That night Julie lay down on the hard kitchen floor completely naked and with my ankles and knees bound. There was no key attached to my handcuffs now, the key was frozen into the ice block which was slowly melting beside me on the floor so once I had snapped my cuffs shut behind my back all I could do was to wait helplessly and dream of what would happen if we were burgled in the night. Sometimes when I had the house to myself I would ensure that beforehand I bought one of those multi box packets of matches. The matches went into the refuse leaving me with six empty matchboxes. Into five boxes I inserted a small coin so that they rattled. My handcuff key went into the sixth box and, having blindfolded myself, I went all over the house throwing a matchbox into each of six rooms. Then my ankle bindings and handcuffs went on and I had to make an awkward tour of my home on my belly until I found the right box so that I could retrieve the key and free myself as I lay panting on the carpet. By this time I had purchased a length of chain and two padlocks so I could restrain myself on my bedroom floor at night. My ankles were chained and my hands cuffed behind me with my ankles padlocked to the handcuffs so that I was hogtied for a very uncomfortable night on the floor. Girls in punishment and bondage are not permitted to sleep in a warm bed. On other occasions I spent the night in the garden shed handcuffed to the lawn mower or in the garden one summer naked and manacled to the base of a tree. Still I wondered where all this was coming from. Was it just being driven by my own perverted and depraved mind? Things became clearer when the family decided that we wanted a pond and some contractors came into the garden with one of those small excavating machines. I arrived home from college to find that the digging machine had tumbled into a pit and all work on the pond had been stopped. Looking into the pit I clearly saw the stone walls of a chamber and part of an archway which led into blackness. The investigations took time allowing for all the shoring and propping so that men could safely enter the pit but eventually it was revealed that we had discovered an underground complex which was probably the cellarage of an old house. There were long narrow passages and small rooms which extended from our boundary under the neighbouring properties but the investigators did not only find stone. When they found the first skeleton it was not long before they found the next and then the next. In all seventeen young women lay in those chambers some with the rusty chains still around their bones. Some of the skeletons showed evidence of where a hand or a leg had been severed pre mortem and one of the skulls was never found. Clothing rots away very quickly so pathologists never expect to find it but they do expect to find belt buckles, zips and buttons. In this case they found none of that; these women had all died naked. In one of the passageways they found a collection of bones which confused them at first. It turned out that they had two skeletons here and, because the muscles and sinews had decomposed, the loose bones had become intermingled. One skeleton was a woman of about my age and the other was a large man who had an axe laying in his chest cavity. The female skeleton showed evidence of having been brutally hacked and forensic pathologists speculated that the man had been attacking her but she had somehow got free, grabbed the axe and then swung it at her attacker but she had been too weak to escape and had died beside the man possibly due to blood loss. In another part of the cellar were two women behind metal grilles. They showed no evidence of injury to account for their deaths but if they had been locked up and then left they would have died from thirst. We shall never know whether they had been deliberately left to die or if their captor had imprisoned them and then died before he could do whatever he planned to do to them. Local research showed that our estate was built within the grounds of Thorn Park, the mansion which stood here and whose cellars contained the charnel house. The last resident of Thorn Park was Thaddeus Gryphon who had simply vanished without trace. The rates on his property had not been paid and the house fell into dangerous decay. Gryphon had no known heirs and eventually his estate fell to the ownership of the council who sold it to the developer who built our house. Presumably the entrance to his basement of horrors was concealed to prevent anyone from finding his grisly secret so when he went down to the cellar one night to inflict more abuse on his victims he secured the door behind him and then met his end with the axehead in his chest. When the demolition contractors moved onto the site they had failed to find the cellar so it had lain there until we began to dig our pond and the old stone finally gave way tipping the digger into the pit. So did the discovery of Gryphon's secret put an end to his night time activities in the bedrooms of modern maidens? Well I cannot really answer that question. You see this was just the time when I moved out of the house to come to university so I stopped regularly sleeping there.