Ever had a fetish? Don’t lie.
Ever been consumed with one thought, one desire, one fantasy…that one something that puts you on the brink of euphoric and orgasmic completion?

What’s your fetish?

Virginal Blood

“I can’t”, she stated.

“Sure you can,” he murmured.

“No, I can’t…I can’t,” she whispers under heavy breaths.

“But you are so wet, so ready,” he pants, as his fingers continues to tease her hungry clit.

“But…,” she bites her lip as she feels his middle finger slide into her tight hole. And, the room spins.

The squeeze between her legs causes her clit to swell, the continuing spin sets in. Her thighs are a blaze at this simple touch. Her mind numbs as if whiskey was poured over every grey matter exposed and seeped into every synaptic crevice possible.

She feels his thrusts as he adds another digit. Her breath gasps as he whispers over her lips….

“Mine…be mine. Won’t you trust me?”

Her mine spastic as new nerve endings come to life. She can feel her own wetness spilling down his hand. Her lip. She can’t stop biting it. This control….two fingers buried deep in her pussy, controlling every movement of hers. She can’t think of any other moment. Any other thought. Any other person…to fuck her.

She can’t stop this feeling of being washed away. Washed away into womanhood that she can only enter if she says yes……

….aaaahhh, as the waves of orgasm cease, she is left with the sweet taste of blood on her lip and the approval for his cock.

The Fetish Series:
Bathed in the Virginal Blood

1970’s

The music blared.

As he took his fingers out of her pussy, he sucked them in front of her.

“You want to taste…don’t you?” he badgered.

“uuuhhhh huh” she shook her head no.

Confused yet delighted at how she felt, the thought of tasting her own wetness gave her a sense of nausea. But, as she licked her lips to ease her queasiness, she felt the warmth of her own blood.

Mmmmm, she couldn’t explain it. She felt transformed.

Stretching her hands high over her head as if reborn and waving to her new gods, he seized her. His palms grasping hers and the weight of his body as he crossed her throne throwing her off balance, he tasted that warmth.

As his tongue bathed in her trickling lip, it mixed with the sweetness he cleansed from his fingers. His primordial beast awakened as her womanhood seeped to life.

He stretched her budding body across the new carpet of his mom’s station wagon. You could still smell the hint of new interior as his musk hung heavy in the air.

She never made another protest as he hungrily surveyed her body. She remained hypnotized as he ripped her white shirt button by button exposing the buds underneath…..

….oh, those mouth-watering buds.

He couldn’t resist. Kneeling over her, he continued to rip. Her skirt, then panties as she writhed in tranced euphoria.

Then he bit. Not the nipple, but the beckoning pink areola protecting the hardening crown. Ohhh, the bite. A small pool of blood rises from the wound and he leans in to ease the sting. With her blood rinsed clean from her skin, he savors it with her in one deep kiss, she clings to him as if she is about to fall into an orgasmal abyss.

Her moans….

His cock harder than ever imagined protrudes his tight pants as if to enter her through his denim, he presses deep into her cunt. He can feel her excitement, desire, and lust saturate his crotch. He must wrestle free from his denim imprisonment as he tastes her sticky juices dripping from her cunt.

Preparing for their virginal mount, he returns to her raw tit and sucks more life before he enters….and then her lip.

Teasing her virgin pussy with the hot tip of his cock, he slides along her slit from clit to ass lubricating it for the maiden stretch as she digs her nails into his back drawing his own blood….then gush.

She feels him fill her canal…
She feels the rip as her Hymen breaks free…
She feels the fullness of his thick cock press into her…
and, she screams.

She screams of penance…
She screams of delight…
She screams as her body rebels and quakes…
and, she cums.

He can feel the intense tightness of her virginity give way as her pussy learns to pulse around his own manhood. He grabs the new shag carpet of his mom’s station-wagon as wave after wave of cum passes between them leaving them bathed in her virginal blood…

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Aaahhh, the virginal blood does dry, but the ecstasy never dies. She awaits every year for the anniversary of their first fuck. The routine always the same. Her birthday…. He comes to make conversation, you know, as any good priest would and wish one of his nuns nothing but good tidings.

The station-wagon is long gone.

The radio no longer plays.

And, the area rug takes place of the new shag carpet, but he still fucks her.

The bite may come once, twice, thrice or even more times. They may be on her nipple, her neck, even her hungry nether lips…but they fuck with kisses tainted of red until the clock strikes the end….

The Fetish Series:
By my Master’s Hand

The two fingers slid in again, this time more quickly.

And out.

With each thrust of his mighty hand she squirmed.

“Ssssh, sssh,” I comforted. “Do you trust us?”

She turns her beautiful green eyes towards me and bites her bottom lip. It takes all my restraint not to lean over and kiss her. That single seductive movement leaves me weak in the knees every time. But, this wasn’t about me.

“Yes,” she barely escapes before Master’s hand thrusts forward and his thumb grazes her swollen clit.

“Comfort her,” Master instructs.

“Yes, Master,” I eagerly respond.

I raise to my knees on the cushion next to Vanessa. Her long red hair beginning to dampen with sweat and cling to her naked body. I gently blow on her heated skin as I move her hair out of the way. I am pleased to see her nipples harden even more and the little bumps on her aureole constrict towards those perfect long peaks.

“Comfort her Mia! Not turture her even more. I can do that by denying her orgasm.” Master justly reprimands.

“Forgive me, Vanessa?”

“Yes,” she again manages to escape.

I lean over her again where she sits with her flesh and beauty exposed. Her knees wide open for Master’s pleasure and her hands tightly grasping her cushion. My mouth fills with her cooled nipples. I’m able to smell the lingering scent of her bath soap. Aaahh, a freshly pampered pet.

“She smells so good, Master.”

“If you think her skin smells good then you should taste her juices.”

He has slowed his thrusts in and out of her slick hole. Not to give me time to suckle her dancing pearl, but to cause an almost agonizing desire to cum. He has fucked me this way before and honestly my own pussy was quivering with wanton desire. But, again, this Pet was for him to enjoy first. It was my gift. And, to find someone in such a stark contrast of me. You could say we were the perfect vision for the yen and the yang, her creamy vanilla skin and mine dark chocolate.

I eased my body over her lap so I could reach her hungry hole. Master kept his fingers deep inside her slowly wiggling as I teased her clit from above. My soft breast rested in her lap and my own sticky pussy was close enough to tease her.

“May I touch her?” She asked Master.

“Look at me when you speak!” he scolded.

(Oh, she has much to learn I thought, but pleased that Master was taking an interest to teach.)

“Sorry, Sir. May I touch her?” She pleads again as her eyes lock with his.

“Yes, Little Pet, you may.”

As I continue to lap the juices Master has made, Vanessa slowly explores body. First my supple breasts grazing her thighs and then slowly up to my hot pussy. I was freshly waxed and knew I felt good, but her soft hand caused me to shiver. I let out a little moan not only because it felt good but to let Master know this Pet pleases me as well.

“Do you like what you see, Pet?” Master questioned.

“Oh, yes, Sir, I do. She is so beautiful.”

“No, she is my Perfect Goddess,” he corrected.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me touch her. May I taste her?” Vanessa whispered as I gave her clit a tiny nibble.

“Don’t be greedy Little Pet. You must prove yourself first.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I loved the way she purred Sir. I know Master did to. I could almost see the corners of his mouth turn to wicked grin when she spoke.

“Master, she is about to explode.” Her clit was bright red and hot with desire. I could hear her heavy pants. I was patient for this orgasm. I wanted to watch the pleasure from her release wash over her. I move from her delicious mound and trace my tongue back to her breasts where I tease with a quick suck before finding her lips. My fingers find her nipples and pinch and slowly roll. My tongue crushes into hers and let her bask in the sweet taste from her own cunt. I could feel Master pumping wildly into her hole. Her body bounced, and I tightened my grasp on her nipples. I release her mouth so we both could watch her pussy being fucked. Master held her hips in place with his left hand pressing down on her pubic bone while his right hand feverishly fucked her. His fingers moved so fast that it was hard to see them. With each blurring thrust you could hear the smack and slosh of her pre-cum dripping from her hole and covering his hand.

“Oh, yes.” Master moans. “You can do it.”

My own breath is held.

Vanessa begins in a slow shake. I see her body flush and then almost violently convulse. She lets out a wail as Master moans yes again. Her juices squirt hard against the wall behind him. She fights to regain control of her quivering body. I kiss back the wet locks of hair from her face and kiss her lips gently. As she enjoys her moment in Euphoria, Master whispers in her ear….

“I told you I could make you squirt. All you had to do was Trust me…”