Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 02 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 02

... been trained to do. Just out of her peripheral vision James poured the dark wine into the grey metallic goblet. He walked to her and handed it to her. “Stand up!” Sherri turned and looked into his eyes. “The temple prostitute’s training will continue. First, the candidate must drink this.” Without questioning Sherri took the goblet and placed it to her lips. The bouquet was the same. The color was unmistakably darker. She tasted it. It was bitterer, but she drank a swallow. Immediately her vision became blurred. Her peripheral vision was blurred. James had to steady her to keep from falling. She could only see James, but movement and sounds from around her told her than others were in the room. Hands removed her robe over her head. More hands removed her brassiere. Her thong was pushed to the floor. Someone held her as she stepped out of her thong. She was guided into a darker room. A crude log fire pit dominated the center of the room. Someone threw in a power and the blaze flared up. Drums sounded faintly. Sherri was lifted by two black men holding her legs. Two more held her arms. She was carried and placed on a roughhewn log-altar. Someone spread her legs. Someone else positioned himself between her legs. Sherri felt a sensual fire rising inside her body. Large lips covered her mouth. Her mouth was on fire. She felt a yearning for fulfillment. She felt her body tremble. A sensation went through her body like a bolt. She jumped. A hot, wet phallus touched her womanhood ...

... and moved up and down over her clitoris. “Oh! Master! Please make love to me!” she whispered. She wanted to scream, but she lacked the strength. Her entire universe was concentrated on her clitoris. The room began swirling around, faster and faster. Another orgasm began in her clitoris and spread out over her illustrated body. Sherri gasped for a breath of air. She felt like a weight was on her chest prevent her from screaming. She managed only a faint scream of ecstasy. Then one after another she became the sacrifice. Her bodily orifices were used again and again for pleasure. Her universe was invaded, captured, and used. She clung onto a continuous orgasm. She felt like she was out of body watching herself holding onto the edge of a grand canyon. Deep below was the abyss of total pleasure. Above was what she no longer wished to be. Her being was telling her to “ let go! ” She fainted. When she regained consciousness, she was nude and lying stretched out on a dais, high above the floor. Her left leg was outstretched. Her right leg was drawn up. A shaman-master was dancing. His head was covered by a hideous tribal mask of bones and teeth. Someone sat her up. Again the grey goblet was presented to her lips. She took a big gulp. She looked around. Her senses were heightened as never before. The room was light and sounds were louder. Someone crawled between her legs and pulled her knees up past her head. She felt a phallus enter her soul her again and again. Sherri wanted it. She ...