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Knife Play

Knife Play
 
     She aims her sword at his balls. His father says, “Please don’t harm my son.”
     She says, “I could sever his nuts. But that probably wouldn’t phase him.”
     She retracts the blade. “I want you to fuck me like you love me. I’m sick of being your whore. I let you keep your bonbons for a reason. I want a real screw. Now I’ll just take the liberty of undressing you. Follow me to the bedroom. And Papa I won’t maim your boy. He tries my patience at times. But I love him.”
     “Now Peter man lay on your back. Remember I still have the saber. I’m wielding it in my right hand. I’ll have it ready by the bed if you fail me. Don’t even think of escaping. I don’t think you want to. Your banana is upright and ready. You are turned on by my knife play.”
    “I’ll just slide you into me. No condoms for this encounter. I demand you give me a baby. Don’t you dare try to pull out before you come.”
     She rides him till his eyes are glazed. Soon his breathing grows ragged and she pumps her hips to the rhythm of his bucking. They slide together with sweaty bodies rippling in wet heat. He is too far gone to resist and pull out. But she wants insurance.  
     So she grasps an ice cube from the night table and places it upon his balls setting off an explosion of hot come from him. He moans in defeat as she screams in triumph. She squeezes him in her sugar walls to suck every drop of his manly essence and drain him. To add to his arousal she lifts the dagger from the table and makes a tiny cut near his nipple. She thrusts upon his still erect cock and he erupts in a second coming. With each slice of her knife he relinquishes his seed into the sweet pink of her womanhood. She anoints her fingertips with his blood. Then she tastes it like a vampire. She paints her face with the crimson stains.  
     She dismounts him. Her buttocks grasp his gaze as she swaggers to the kitchen for a bite to eat. “Would you like a turkey sandwich” she calls to him?
     “Yes and with mustard and mayo.”
      “Coming right up. You just rest there and I’ll take care of you.”
     “God I’m famished.”
     “A good fuck will do that to you.”
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