Lolita's House Part 2

Well, I can continue to my beautiful story but I must to explain about the name “Lolita”. Who is Lolita?  I asked myself this all the time: Is the name of the wife of my perfect valentine? Yes, she is. I hate her. She is a beautiful woman who works in a specific suburb in a public Officine. Well, I could hear that of the mouth of my flamer. I think she cannot see this mouth than I look like. That girl is attractive. I saw on the principal street near in my house. She was in a party with him. I spied all the party. The way than she danced was so fantastic, she looks such a ballerina. I cannot imagine why the problem in that couple is. But, I do not care. The sex is the cause that I stay with him. His strong is unique in the sex. In that, I have no problem with Lolita. I can imagine a multiple sex with her.

 So, I have continued to the principal story.

On the way back to the sofa, to me, he turned into a hungry Wolf and I knew I was the prey that it was necessary to impose. Of course I liked to be the prey. I would lick to lick me after dead and he took me to a cave and follows me licking. I am a bitch.

He pulled the tape from his pigtail and threw it on the table so his hair fell free over his shoulders. He slipped out of his shirt and just let it fall to the ground and as he took off his clothes piece by piece, I took off my cold-blooded self-control. My heart that it was necessary to continue to hide, but my body, my desire, my desire that he should have and indeed entirely.

I received him with open arms, pulled him impatient with me. I wanted to finally feel his weight on me, his gripping hands, it is hardness. He kissed me too softly. I bit into his lips. He laughed and grabbed me by the hair, “You need it so hard,” he asked, and I answered dug my nails into his back and slowly pulled on his flesh. He groaned and pressed his mouth so hard to believe that I could feel his teeth. I tasted it, his tongue, his lips and I could not get enough of his kisses. I squirmed under him as he tugged at my clothes and somehow freed them. Every bit of my skin, that he laid freely kissed and he bit, so I soon did not know how I ever was to come to breath. 

I reached into his hair to tame it a little and made it myself with him out to overcome and come upon him. My hand sought to massage firmly after his beautiful hard cock. I was greedy on this cock and I had to take in his mouth and suck him and lick while listening to the moans of its owner it necessarily. Oh how I love these sounds as I enjoyed it, to give him pleasure. “No, not yet,” he said, when I was too greedy and threw me onto his back.

“I have something for you.” He said breathlessly between two passionate kisses and tried for a moment to subdue the fact that he held my arms above my head firmly. But I did not keep still and wrapped my legs around his hips. He laughed and said: “Oh I know, you’re insatiable, but today you will have to wait you something.”

Curious, I decided to control myself a little to find out what he had before. He reached under the table and pulled out a blanket, in that obviously something was wrapped. But before I could see what it was because he turned me easy on the stomach, so that the many pillows blocking my view. I began to suspect something, but by far was not what happen in the next few hours.

How often have I had challenged him?

I picked myself up just to his knees to see what he did when I met the first blow of the brutal hardness, as I had never felt before. I screamed and he grabbed my hair and pushed me into the pillow while I forced myself to so much as to avoid the next blow. But I had no chance. But he was gracious and laid the whip after two more blows away.

However, I had no opportunity to put me with him, because he sat on my thighs and tied with a red silk scarf my hands behind his back.

I clenched my fists so that my wrists would get a little more volume and said provocatively that I would there anyway out slip again. He just laughed and pulled the chains together so tight that my little trick availed me nothing, and I thought he damn, knew very well what he was doing.

Then he turned on his back, which was very inconvenient for me as I was now on my hands cuffed. I looked at him reproachfully. but again got no time to complain, because he was already holding a knife in his hand. I was totally surprised and a sinking feeling of fear took my breath away. He gently touched my bottom lip with the cold blade. My already racing heart, redoubled his strokes, while the sharp tip slowly drew a line on my chin and my neck to the breast down.

I did not dare to move. He sat hunched over me, and his long hair fell wildly over his face. I looked into his dark eyes, which had nothing human more and I knew, even if I would beg and plead, he would just laugh and no longer be stopped. The blade carved fine characters in my chest while my breath ran intermittently and with a groan on my lips. He said roughly: “Do not worry if I cut you, I’ll lick you the blood.” I did not want to admit my weakness and answered lightly that it would console me immensely.

I do not know how much time passed. He played with me and every moan of mine drove him even further. I took nothing more true of the room where we were, I did not hear even the music, my thinking was off and I was nothing but feelings of pain and pleasure incredible and I felt my body with every fiber.

Eventually he grabbed back my hair and pulled my head far back, I squirmed as he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to take a lot of time for you, yes, we have all night,” He kissed me hard and demanding and while still packed and kept me depressed with his body, I felt his teeth on my lips, my neck and my chest. I screamed my incredible desire out loud, I wanted him like I’d never wanted a man. I wrapped my legs around him demanding and urged me to meet him. “Not yet,” he said, “do not be so impatient.”

But I was impatient, I wanted to feel him, I wanted him to feel deep and hard and ruthless in me. He looked into my eyes and read it my undisguised greed. “We should take a little break,” he said very calmly and turned to the side to release my bonds. My pleasure gave way to aggression. How could he play with me, to deny my wishes? Just like that stop. I saw the knife lying on the table and reached for it almost as soon as my hands were free. He leaned relaxed against the pillows back and watching me. I was a little insecure because I did not know how sharp the blade was and how I should use it, you do not accidentally cut too deep.

I could breathe about this experience. He always is the same but that night he was very furious. I liked that. My honey, I would like to repeat that. The knife in my flesh was another sensation. He told me that he did that lot of times.

His wolf smile crept on his lips and he covered my hand and raised it to his stomach with the sword. The line, which we came together was fine and red, but it was not bleeding. In the certainty that I had understood, he let go of my hand. I was greedy forward to seeing his reactions, to hear his voice, to rekindle his passion and I led the blade of the knife with slight pressure on his groin. We both knew the danger and he drew a sharp breath. With a smile and the confirmation to be on the right track, I stroked with the flat side of the blade over his testicles and his cock what this was still blazing.

I want to continue, but I don’t know. It is so wild for me. I am so nervous to write it.