Bitch and Dicking: Prologue - Sex Stories

Bitch and Dicking: Prologue

... they don’t have it, they will as good as fall into the most ever painful state starvation until they in the very end die. “You are hungry, my dear?” He nods his head in perfect and total agreement. “Let us go to your bedroom then. I will feed and nourish you there. What is your say to that? Don’t you like it, or does it sicken and turn your stomach up?” His lips touch and brush their way past my mouth. Steadily and wonderfully slow and brilliant too! He knows how to do it so well and perfectly. This is how things should every time be between the two of us. Sweet with sugar and candy and honey combined and put in. Ohhhhh! I think I see the stars. They are peeking and peering down at us right up from the heavens above there. They are smiling and grinning at each other even. “No, Bitch,” Dicking suddenly pulls away from me to eventually and at long last say, “You can feed me right here in this living room, just close to this fireside where it is so hot and comfortable, you know?” “I want to do it with you in your bedroom.” “I said we can fuck each other here, Bitch!” Oh damn! He is so authoritative and madly furious about it. I only look and gaze wordlessly at him. He then clears things up, “I am the master here—do not ever forget it. And you are nothing but my slave!” “I am not your slave. But your servant, Dicking!” I growl and howl out at him too. “If you wish it being that way!” I crawl away from his clutch and gasp so that I can hurriedly seat right close to him and look ...

... deeply and straightly into his eyes. Something is not right—I can tell and smell. “What the fuck are you hiding from me, Dicking, huh?” Just those yelled out words are as suffice and as much as is needed to confirm and verify that he is hiding and concealing something from my knowledge. Just what exactly could it be? I stand up quickly without bothering to delay and then quickly head off straight into his bedroom. He gets up speedily and hurriedly and promptly runs and chases after me. I reach there just in time before he does catch up with me, and then I throw and toss his door open after discovering that he has not left it locked and bolted up. My eyes wander and survey inside here, and there she is lying down on his bed—some stranger woman with beautiful long black hair that I do not even know, tied and fastened up to his sheets and duvets, and absolutely and every imaginable inch naked too. She looks surprised and terrified at seeing me. Is she his bitch? Screw her if she is! I turn over to Rhys. My eyes are angry and madly fuming all because of him and his secret. “What is that dog doing there on our bed, Dicking?” I ask and demand of him. “Our bed? It is my bed, Tori.” “Of course it is our bed. Before you went on to tie and fasten her there, you have did the exact same to me so many times than I can keep count of. Or am I lying? I am the one that you have fucked and dicked up a number of times, even more than you have done to her. Or maybe I am so wrong. Damn you for this ...