The Scarlet Woman
WARNING: Sex (Male Bottom), Female Domination, Mentions of Violence, Mild Gore, Mentions of Cannibalism
Not many know this, but I do indeed see a mistress. Consider yourself lucky. My relationship with her is a very mutual one. We plan her visits on Fridays at exactly 10:40 PM. This is because my soap ends late at 10:30 PM and it usually takes me approximately eight minutes to get ready and the remaining two to pour and down a quick shot of Dalmore 62-year-old single malt Scotch whiskey. The alcohol tends to numb my mind, ultimately slowing down my thought process. Let's just say I don't enjoy having my mind wander while I'm taking it up the ass.
For safety purposes, I'm going to be giving my mistress a fake name. Let's call her.. Scarlet. Now, Scarlet and I have been seeing each other for a while; about nine months. Needless to say, we know each other quite well. She understands my wants and needs while I provide her with the necessary cash. It's a win, win scenario. Unfortunately, the only downside is that she gets to know the man behind the mask. Of course, being the cautious virtuoso that I am known to be, I made her sign her life away so that if she ever did as much as to utter a single word, I'd hunt her down and stab so many holes into her belly that she'd become my new burgundy palette. But so far she has kept my secret safe. Smart girl.
Scarlet showed up at exactly 10:40 PM. Thank the gods she's attentive. Perhaps that's why we get along so well. She was in her usual attire, a long red coat accented with black fur around the hood and cuffs. Her large coat had been hiding her tight black leather corset along with the matching garter belt and stockings. Her shoes, however, were a no-name brand pair of stilettos. How cheap. Nevertheless, I must say her body was very attractive. She was curvy where she needed to be; not too thin but not too big either. In regards to her face, decent but could use some work. Mayhaps more makeup? I don't know nor do I care. By now, the shot I had taken earlier put me in a mood of plain recklessness. The only thing that I knew at this very moment was that I wanted to be completely and entirely under her full control.
I'm now laying on my back in my luxurious silk-sheeted bed, legs spread wide. Scarlet was applying K-Y Jelly to her lengthy strap-on. Watching her seemed to only be a tease as my own cock throbbed against my stomach, aching for any form of human contact. I close my eyes and listen to the erotic sounds of the jelly being molded around the shaft and head of the dildo. Pretty soon I'd be able to feel some sort of release from this torturous game. Pretty soon she'd be inside of me. I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me with a large smirk on her face. Gods, I could just bite her lips and tear them off of her mundane face. Her smirk was so delicious. I notice myself beginning to salivate at the thought. She begins fingering my asshole with her jellied fingers, preparing me for my reward that I've been so patient for. Well, I suppose I did deserve it. After all, I paid for it. I'm wincing through my teeth as she's stretching me with her index and middle finger. It's clear she enjoys my heated sounds from the smile on her face and her guttural happy giggling.
"Do you like that, Khada?" What a dirty slut. "Yes," I reply with a groan. She shoves another finger inside. In almost an instant my cheeks become hot; the extra added width making me blush. Why couldn't she just enter me already? Well, that answer is rather simple. Because this is what I love. The viperous bite of the teasing temptress. Oh, how quickly its venomous lust seeped into my veins. It was incredibly intoxicating. With my throat becoming dry, I swallowed hard only to find the tip of the dildo ready at my anus.
Finally. I let out a deep breath of anxious relief. "Please, Scarlet," I say, "I can't take this any lo-.." With an unexpected amount of brute force, I get my agonizing wish. I let out a yell of intense pain seeing as she fully forced herself inside. Instinctively, my toes curled up trying to suppress some of the pain. Tears began leaving the corners of my eyes in pure ecstasy. It hurts so good. My body aches in a panic at the sudden intrusion. I'm clawing at my silk bed sheets tearing the threading and ruining their smooth, rich complexion. All the while, Scarlet had been thrusting viciously inside of me. It felt like my walls were tearing. I felt sick.. and I loved every second of it.
My mind eventually became too blurry along with my vision. My climax approached swiftly. I came all over myself. My chest and stomach had been painted with my own semen. You can't put a price on natural art. My mistress comforts me and teases me a little while longer before I begin to feel dirty laying in my own sweat and cum. I have never been one for afterplay. I offer her to come wash up with me and she accepts. Before long, I'm drowning her in my bathtub full of boiling hot water. I couldn't afford to pay the whore due to the sudden unexpected cost of silk bedsheets. Yes, they are very expensive. I take a carving knife, one that I keep under my bathroom sink, and begin peeling off Scarlet's tasty lips. Perhaps these would go well with a side of oven roasted potatoes and a fresh garden salad tossed in balsamic vinegar.