Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01

... mind suddenly snapped back to reality. James’s cock was exploding inside of her. She imagined hot, steaming lava! “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!” Sherri screamed, her vagina contracting. James moaned. Slowly her fire cooled from white to red hot. His cock remained stiff inside of her. Sherri felt pleased. Pleasure is giving pleasure , she thought. Her only thought now was to give James pleasure, with no assurance that he would reciprocate. James pulled out of her and stood up, then reached for a blunt and lit it. He took a deep toke and exhaled slowly. Sherri closed her eyes. “Get up and clean my cock!” It was a demand which Sherri was eager to obey. She got on her knees and placed his slick, slimy cock head in her mouth. The taste was a sensual mixture of semi-sweet cum and raw female cunt. The memory of this moment and taste of the sex was to be seared into her mind for a lifetime. “Get dressed, and fix your makeup too.” James demanded. Sherri obediently dressed and fixed her makeup. She started to comb her hair. “Comb your hair straight back!” She combed it straight back, but it looked a mess. James took a long, gray linen cloth from one of his art displays. He wrapped it around her head and over the lower portion of her face. Only her eyes were uncovered. James led her out. They got on the elevator and got off in the parking garage. He walked up to his gunmetal gray Mercedes and stopped. “Open my door,” he commanded. “What?” Sherri said. “You are my slave. Open the door for ...

... your master.” Sherri obeyed. James sat down, and she closed his door and walked around and got in the car. It seemed so natural. There was no other action she could have taken once she heard James’ voice give a command. She got in and closed the door. “Pull your skirt up and show me your cunt,” he said. Sherri pulled up her skirt, revealing her lacy-top hose and her pink, slick womanhood. He drove for a while to a strange place and parked on the street. “Open my door!” Again she got out and opened his door. He took her hand and led her into a tattoo parlor. James removed the portion of the cloth that covered her face below her eyes. They sat down and waited while the tattooist finished another customer. The other customers stared at Sherri. A reddish blush glowed on her cheeks. “You look fresh-fucked. Do you feel ashamed?” James said to her loud enough for everyone in the shop to hear. “No. I don’t feel ashamed of being fresh-fucked,” she said. “What are we going to do?” Sherri whispered. “Don’t talk. I will decide what you do. You will obey,” he said. The other customers watched Sherri and occasionally glanced at James, who sat stoically. Finally, the tattooist escorted her to the table which was in full view of all the customers. “I want this woman to bear my mark. It will be a tribal mark on her lower back. I want a special mark on her back, and my initials on the back of her neck. I want a stud in her tongue and barbells through her nipples,” James said. It was a veritable ...