Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01

... reciprocated by surrounding her with his arms and placing his lips over her sensual, red mouth. She opened her mouth, and he responded by pushing his tongue inside. Sherri wanted to give him the message that she was willing. James broke the kiss. “What’s in the goblet?” Sherri asked “It’s a special ceremonial potion used to prepare temple prostitutes for servitude,” James said, looking into her eyes. “It is derived from blood, wine, and some roots ….” His words trailed off as if there were other ingredients that he did not want to speak. She put the goblet to her lips. The bouquet was wine. She let the liquid touch her lips. She let it flow through her lips to her tongue. It was perfectly chilled and tasted like red wine. She took a small sip. “… and then the novice candidate for temple prostitute is led to the first station. Take another sip and follow me,” James said. He motioned for Sherri to follow. They stood before the mask-head of a temple priest-god. “She takes another sip of the potion,” James said, "and then she proceeds on to the next station." Sherri suddenly wanted to obey his descriptions as if they were commands. Again she put the goblet to her lips and sipped. “Then she is adorned with the headdress of servitude,” he said, as he placed the headdress of bones and beads on her head. “Then she moves to the final station,” James said. His voice was deep and almost imperceptible. It was a six-foot high erect phallus with the testes resting on the rough-hewn wooden ...

... floor. A honey-like liquid began to ooze from a hole in the tip. “She tastes the liquid on the phallic-god and takes a sip from the goblet.” James whispered. Sherri was strangely compelled to obey. She touched her tongue to the golden-honey fluid on the phallus tip. It was bitter. Then she took a larger sip from her goblet to wash away the bitter taste. James moved closer to her ear. “Taste it again,” he whispered. Sherri put her tongue on the honey-like ooze. It was not as bitter as before. "Take another sip,” he whispered. Sherry again put the goblet to her lips and sipped the potion. She was beginning to feel strange. Her peripheral vision was distorted and out of focus. She took another sip from the goblet. “Place the goblet on the table,” he whispered. Sherri turned to look around the room. When she turned back to James, she saw a black man in a hideous multi-colored tribal mask. It was James, who surrounded her with his arms and body. Their lips met, her mouth open to receive his lips and tongue. Their juices mingled. She trembled as his hands roamed over her body at will. She gasped when he slipped her top over her shoulder and let it fall down. Sherri unbuckled his belt and slipped his zipper down. James unzipped her skirt in the back and let it drop to the floor. He gave a kick to rid his feet of his sandals and pants. Sherri unbuttoned his robe, and reached her hands inside to touch his skin. James reached around her body to unhook her bra, letting it drop. His hand ...