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The Thrill 2 (FF, rom)
by Vickie Dimitriadou
Part II - The Dessert
The dinner was really superb and very romantic in the
candlelight. The entire atmosphere was so peaceful and calm.
Nothing reminded us of the wildness we had experienced just an
hour ago. We talked about so many things, ourselves, our jobs,
our friends, we laughed a lot, we enjoyed our dinner.
However there was something inside me that made me feel eager for
you. Although I was trying to keep it under control, I couldn't.
My body was aching all over from your wild love-making, and that
dildo of yours had hurt me.
I was growing eager and eager, and when you asked me if I had
prepared a dessert, I replied "Yes, of course, dear", with a
diabolic smile on my face. I felt I wanted to revenge upon you. I
went to the kitchen and fetched fruit and the empty bottle of
champagne. I left them on the table and stood behind your chair.
I put my arms around you and squeezed your breasts so hard that
you moaned. I put my hand under your clothes and started to rub
your clit equally hard while I was biting your shoulder over your
shirt. I told you to lie on the floor, close to the table. You
obeyed, silently, with a wild look in your eyes. I fetched a silk
scarf, and tied your wrists to one of the table legs. You said
nothing. I took your clothes off, then mine, very slowly, almost
in a ceremonial way. I noticed some blood stains on my underwear.
"That damned dildo of yours", I said. You smiled. At that moment
my tenderness had vanished, I was mad, wild, angry. I grabbed
your leather belt and looked you into the eyes. Your eyes had a
dark, horrifying shine, the expression on your face was wild,
your lips were tightly closed. I could feel your lust and I could
feel mine growing as I was looking at you, without speaking,
without smiling, just playing with the belt. You obviously
understood that I was still hesitating, so you shout: "Use that
thing at last, whore!".
[Ritual]
I struck you on the thighs, hesitatingly, but your scream turned
me on for good. I continued to strike you as if you were my worst
enemy. The belt left red lines on your body. You were mad with
ecstasy, screaming, twisting about, writhing, groaning. You had
your eyes tightly closed, your legs open, begging for my power. I
was totally out of control; it was not me, that beast that made
you scream with pain. Blind with passion and lust, I grabbed the
empty bottle. You were so wet that the neck of the bottle found
its way easily into your hot cunt.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, you bitch, fuck me like that", you shouted. I
pressed the bottle into your body until I heard you moan with
pleasure. Then I stood up and looked for that dildo. You had left
it on the sofa. It still had some blood on it. Blood from my cunt
that was hurt from your wild love-making. I left it aside and
took mine out of the drawer. My dildo is better than yours, it's
thinner and longer. I untied you and ordered you to kneel down. I
licked your juice and then I passed my tongue over your asshole
to prepare it for the dildo. I fucked you greedily, hard, and
heard you scream again and again. Not a word from either of us.
Only your screams were heard in the room. Finally you collapsed
on the floor, out of breath, exhausted. I was standing still,
looking at you with a tender look. That beast had vanished. I
came closer to you, caressed your hair, your cheek, your lips.
You opened your eyes and smiled to me with that innocent smile I
adore. I kissed you very tenderly on the cheek, as if you were a
baby, my baby.
"How did you like the dessert, my darling?", I asked. "It was
delicious", you replied. "Did you make it with wild berries?",
you asked. "Yes, dear, with very wild berries", I replied,
smiling knowingly.
................ The fabulous writer of this story is: ...............
Vickie Dimitriadou
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