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Duckie256 -> Fantasy 5 (8/9/2010 5:14:08 PM)
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You come in the door, tired and worn out from work, but your libido is so stressed out, you need to cum so badly...surely I'll be home soon to relieve your aching need!
You feel the need grinding through you, the sweat beading at the small of your back, your thighs screaming to be wrenched open, and be impaled as far as I can go!
I slip up behind you, grab you by the back of your hair, and front of your throat, lower you to the floor safely but swiftly, as your breath catches in surprise! Your eyes are wide, and your mouth is open, but no sound is emitted. As soon as you are laid out on the floor, I let go of your throat, reach in my back pocket, and flick open my butterfly knife. Sharp and gleaming in the fading sunlight, I quickly dip it towards your face, stopping a mere inch from one eye, then place it against the side of your nose, slowly drawing it down, over your lips, down your throat, across your collarbone, cutting through your worn white blouse, snapping your bra strap, still cutting down, down, down.
As you're not wearing underwear, just like I expect, your light brown skirt comes apart with no other resistance, and the knife trails across your mons, the tip slightly cresting your hood, before stabbing the tip into your clit...only a couple of millimeters, but still, you tense up just a bit, but it feels so good at the same time. I lean over, keeping the knife exactly there, threatening. I place my mouth on one of your tender sensitive nipples, sucking gently, while flicking my tongue quickly across the surface lightly. You involuntarily gasp at the sudden need in your loins increases in volume, and while keeping the knife in place, whisper your orgasm trigger in your ear.
Your body arches, you cum uncontrollably, whimpering with release of tension, trying not to move your ass or legs, so as to not accidentally drive the knife a little deeper into your clit - unfortunately, you were not quite in control enough...it stabs a tiny bit harder, the pain sweet on your tongue, but at the end of orgasm, all the more pleasurable.
I whisper the same command again, and suddenly, you're out of control, the orgasm doubled in intensity and volume, and you know it will last all the longer too...you know what's coming now, you know what I want from you, and you long for it, dream of it, can't stop creaming yourself in anticipation...but what a way to die! We've discussed this, haven't we? If you had to go, you would so love to die by the longest orgasm ever, the largest, the best, the pleasure so intense your heart gives out, but you go with a smile!
And then I stop; I let go of your hair, I get up, put the knife away, and head off to the bedroom, where you hear the sound of the water running.
You slowly get up, staying on your hands and knees, as is our protocol whenever I am home and in this mood. Your legs are unsteady from the orgasm, as some tremors are still flowing through you here and there. You make it into the bathroom, and immediately smell it! Herbs, clean, beautiful, and a vase of your favorite flowers! Some sort of scent from the tub water too! When did I get all this? Why are there tears flowing down your cheeks? And you have this really happy smile on your face.
I help you stand up, and slowly lower you into the tub...oh, hot bath salts too...oh, so heavenly, so relaxing...so just what you needed after today.
I walk out of the room, shutting the door almost all the way, and head to the kitchen to make dinner. You've had a really bad day, and as my responsibility, I will take care of you. This evening is for you, my sweet.
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