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Private Tasting
(C) Copyright 1997 by artie@netgate.net
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive
comments. Enjoy.
David pulled in to the winery parking lot. As it was a Tuesday
afternoon, they didn't look too busy. The Gold Country was
beautiful, he thought to himself -- two hours from Silicon Valley,
but yet another world. He'd been in the area for three days, and
felt as if he'd dropped a year of stress and overwork. He walked
down the gravel path to the small tasting room -- a small building
that had been there for quite a while, considering the grass and moss
growing on the sides and roof. The door was open.
Connie was daydreaming, cleaning and restocking glasses. Spring
afternoons, especially weekdays, were slow -- not too many people,
and more often than not the ones that stopped in were lost. Sheep
Ranch Road was not exactly a major highway, even in Calaveras county.
Still, she'd had a tingle this morning -- something was in the air.
David walked in the door, saying, "Knock, knock," as he did
so. A friendly sounding voice from the back of the room said, "Come
on back!" His eyes adjusting to the interior lighting, he stepped to
the bar at the back of the room and sat on one of the stools.
Connie looked at her guest. Late twenties, early thirties
she guessed. No rings, no watch -- but a pale area on the left
wrist. Brown hair, blue eyes (nice eyes), simple polo shirt and
jeans. Medium height, well built -- looks like he takes care of
himself. She extended a hand. "Hi, I'm Connie. Thanks for finding
us this afternoon."
David extended his hand and shook hers. "David." He looked
around for a clock, didn't see one, so he reached into his pocket and
pulled out a watch -- stainless steel Rolex -- glanced at it and put
it back. "Guess it is afternoon already." He looked over his host
-- Connie was very attractive; a few inches shorter than him, slim
build but really filling out her winery shirt well. Long brown hair
straight down her back to just below her shoulder blades, twinkling
green eyes, wonderful smile. He wondered how well her pants fit her.
He was definitely going to spend some time here.
Connie noticed the Rolex. They exchanged pleasantries -- he
was taking a week off between jobs in Silicon Valley. He left his
old job last Friday, got in his Jeep, and headed up to the Gold
Country. It had taken him this long to work his way up to Angels
Camp and Murphys.
Connie's tingle was getting stronger. She kept reminding
herself to stay calm, take it slow. "Where are you staying locally?"
she asked.
"Well, I stayed the first two nights at a B&B in
Copperopolis. I spent this morning up at Mercer Caverns -- I was
going to check the Dunbar House in town later, but I don't have
reservations. If I don't find anything, the folks at the caverns
said I could spend a couple of nights down the hill from them. The
stars are beautiful around here, without all the city lights."
Connie agreed. "We specialize in dark around here. The
night sky is wonderful." (And if things work as I hope they will,
I'll be sharing it with you, she thought to herself.)
They started tasting wines, and continued their small talk.
Connie tasted them along with David.
Connie was convinced -- it was time to move. "We're not busy
this afternoon -- if you have the time, I'd love to give you a
private tour." She hoped her smile was alluring; she was feeling
quite predatory.
"That sounds wonderful. I don't want to impose on you, but I
can't think of anything else I'd rather do this afternoon."
"Would you like to try one of our special dessert wines? It
would be just the thing for our walk."
"You are the hostess," said David.
Connie excused herself for a moment and went into the back
office. The door closed automatically behind her. When she heard it
close, she jumped up and down a few times, saying, "YES! YES! YES!"
to herself softly to work off the excitement. She picked up the
CLOSED sign from the desk, wrote "Private Tasting" and the time
underneath it with a marker. She opened her desk, retrieved a small
wooden box and removed a droppered vial. She shook it, and put it in
the front pocket of her jeans. She grabbed the wine glass with her
name etched on it from the desk. She took a couple of deep breaths
and told herself to relax; she'd done this before -- just not
recently.
She returned to the tasting room, placing the sign on the
bar, and her glass behind the bar. She bent down, hidden from
David's view, removing the vial from her pocket and quickly placed
three drops of liquid into a clean glass. She placed that glass next
to hers behind the bar.
"This is a very special dessert wine -- my specialty,
really." She removed a small bottle from a different refrigerator,
opened it, and poured about half a glass for each of them. She
picked up both glasses and swirled them. "Look how much thicker and
syrupy this is. It's a good indication of the sugar content. These
grapes were botrytis grapes."
"Like the German trocken Beerenauslese," said David.
"That's right -- so people down in Silicon Valley do know
important things as well." She smiled and handed David his glass.
He raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to hospitality and a
wonderful afternoon."
"Yes," Connie answered, and a wonderful evening to follow,
she thought to herself.
They each took a sip, and then another, and then over a few
minutes, finished the glass. It was a very good wine.
Connie took a peek at her watch, then put a cork halfway back
into the bottle and slipped it into a cloth carrying bag. She
stepped around the bar, picked up the sign, put the wine bag on one
arm and David on the other arm. "Shall we start our private tour?"
she asked, twinkling.
He'd caught his breath when she took his arm -- a very
pleasant surprise. "Yes, please lead on."
They left the tasting room; she closed the door and hung up
the CLOSED sign. "And now let me lead you down my garden path," she
said, trapping his arm, and with laughter in her voice.
David chuckled and replied, "I'm all yours."
In a couple of hours, hopefully you will be Connie thought to
herself, as she led him through the garden toward one corner of the
property. It was a great spring afternoon, sun shining and a few
high clouds. It was also a very quiet day at the winery, not a sound
other than the two of them talking and walking. Connie got him to
take the occasional deep breath, commenting on how wonderful the air
was, how relaxing it was to be out here, with the warm sun and a warm
arm.
After some walking, they came up to a maintenance shed.
Connie stopped and looked closely at David's face. His eyes were
starting to look a little glassy -- good. She peeked at her watch;
it had been about fifteen minutes since his first sip. The last five
minutes of their walk had been gradually uphill. A little exertion
helped speed the process. "How are you doing?"
David looked at her and smiled. "Good, a little tired."
"Don't worry, we're only going a little further -- that
little cottage on the side of the hill -- it's only a few minutes
walk from here. It's a beautiful spot to sit, rest, and relax." She
put a hand on his back and gently stroked his shoulders as she spoke.
She saw him shiver at her touch, his eyes closing a little.
He looked up the hill to where she was pointing. It did look
like a wonderful spot. "No problem."
"But while we're here, there is a bathroom -- we've been
drinking and walking a lot -- do you need to go?" She was being as
suggestive as she could, both to see if the drug was kicking in, and
because she didn't want him to be uncomfortable later on.
"Now that you mention it, that's a good idea. Where is it?"
She pointed him to the door. He went in and through the
building to the toilet on the other side.
After the door closed behind him, she hugged herself and
laughed gently. She thought back -- how long ago was it? Eight,
nine years? She was nineteen then, and her uncle Don, not quite
thirty, walked her along this same path, in that same state, stopping
here to suggest she use the toilet, and then taking her up to the
cabin. How many times had she taken people along this path now.
Six? Seven? She smiled back at the sun; this time felt different --
David felt different. There was something special here.
David stepped out of the shed, back into the sun. He
squinted briefly, shielding his eyes. Connie looked close again --
it looked like he had splashed water on his face -- too late for
that, she thought. Don't worry, David -- I'll be very gentle with
you, she said to herself as she took his arm once again and they
started up the hill.
She kept talking, softly, about how relaxing a place this
was, how comfortable and safe the cabin was, where they could sit and
relax, rest for a while and enjoy the afternoon. She knew what David
must be feeling; she remembered it herself, getting so tired walking
up the hill, yet so relaxed and so looking forward to getting there,
mind buzzing, losing control. He would be so ready. But, she
reminded herself, there were still some stumbling blocks -- this
could end in the next half hour, and her enjoyment for the evening
would be provided by a pair of AA cells. That's how her last walk up
this hill had ended.
Much to David's relief, they reached the cabin. It was built
into the side of the hill, with only a small door and window showing
on one side, and another window opening through the earth on an
adjacent side. The door was low; they had to stoop to get through.
As they stepped through the door, David let out a loud sigh.
It was cool and dark inside, full of the smell of earth. Connie
quickly sat him down in a wooden chair. "Just sit down and relax.
It's pretty dark in here -- I'll get some light."
She picked up a box of matches and lit a candle in a holder
hanging from the low ceiling. From where David was sitting, he had
to look up slightly to see it. With only the door and a window
sticking out of the earth, the size of the cabin was only apparent
when you entered. They were in the front section, and a curtain
behind them hid the rest of the cabin going back into the hill. She
closed the door, with David sitting in the chair a few feet from the
wall.
Connie stepped behind the chair and rested her hands on his
shoulders. "Just look up at the candle and relax. It's so cool in
here, so relaxing. The darkness and the coolness are so nice. We're
so safe and comfortable here. Take a deep breath and relax." As he
exhaled, she pushed down gently on his shoulders. "Another deep
breath and relax. You're relaxing more and more. The dancing
candle, the coolness, my hands, everything is helping you relax more
and more with each breath."
She watched him carefully and continued her induction. She
spoke softly, gently, for another couple of minutes until she could
tell he was having a great deal of trouble keeping his eyes open.
"David, you're so relaxed, you don't have to keep your eyes
open if you don't want to. You can just let your eyes close; think
of the dancing candle and relax more and more as you listen to my
voice and breathe in and out. You're so relaxed and so safe."
She reached behind her opening a small cabinet on the wall
and took out a device the size of a large paperback book. She put it
on a stool behind the chair, and pressed a button. It beeped once,
and a display lit up.
"David, you're so relaxed now, so comfortable. Your right
arm is very, very heavy, but your left hand has a bunch of balloons
tied to it. The balloons are lifting your left arm up, up, up --
your left arm is so light that it's drifting up to the ceiling."
As she spoke, his right side slumped, and his left hand and
arm started drifting up in the air. When his left arm was straight
out at his side, she stopped it. "Now you left arm has stopped
drifting, it's just floating there. You just feel the floating,
nothing more. The only thing you feel in your arms is a slight
tingle."
She took his left hand and used a spring-loaded lance on the
tip of his index finger. No reaction as he was poked by the sharp
blade; good -- he was in a deep trance. She carefully squeezed a few
drops of blood on to a small plastic strip, being very careful not to
contaminate herself. She then slid the strip into the device on the
stool, and pushed a button. The display changed; it was analyzing.
She smiled to herself as she watched. How long ago had that
been? Three years? Thomas? She was watching a fully portable blood
diagnostic unit that in under two minutes would give her the results
on blood tests for a number of diseases, drugs, and even cholesterol
levels. It was still under development, but was now being tested by
organizations around the world. Thomas had given it to her and kept
her in supplies and updates. He had been a good catch. She had been
quite surprised when he told her he had found the perfect match --
and even more surprised when he asked if Connie would give her a
"private tasting." She had, and everyone had been pleased with the
results. Connie hadn't gone to their wedding, but had sent a case of
dessert wine.
As she waited for results, she continued her induction and
planted the triggers she'd need to wake David, to relax him, and if
need be, control him and have him go away if problems showed up. She
started asking him carefully about his medical history -- looking for
risk factors and potential problems. All his answers were clear.
Beep! She looked down at the stool. Green light -- good
news, but a yellow light as well. What did that mean? She picked up
the unit and scrolled through the display. Negative on nasties --
AIDS, STDs, herpes, hepatitis. Cholesterol level -- very impressive;
he did take good care of himself. She kept scrolling down. Negative
on marijuana, cocaine, uppers, downers -- there it was -- a hit on
morphine analogs. She scrolled to the end of the list; no more hits.
She was relieved. Her last walk up the hill, late last fall, had
looked very promising -- but he lit up for AIDS, hepatitis, and half
a dozen drugs. He got a short nap and a walk back down the hill.
"David, have you been in pain recently?"
"Yes," he answered, head still down.
"Where do you hurt?"
"Right ankle. I had surgery."
"Do you take something for it?"
"Vicodin sometimes. I twisted it last week and took some."
She smiled. Everything was a go. She lowered the
candleholder so the candle was closer to eye level for him; she
didn't need the strain on him anymore. She turned off the diagnostic
unit and put it back in the cabinet. She'd clean it tomorrow.
"David, I want you to open your eyes and raise your head;
just look at the candle, just look at the candle. You are feeling
very good, very relaxed. Your body is tingling lightly. You are so
comfortable you don't need to move; it would be hard to move, but you
could if you needed to."
As she spoke, she was undressing. She changed into a soft,
simple robe. She put perfume on her breasts, neck, and pubic hair.
She put a spritz of perfume on her hair brush and brushed it into her
hair to scent it; ready to move on.
"David, you are doing so well, enjoying yourself so much. I
really enjoy your company."
She stood beside him, and saw him smile as he continued to
look into the candle flame.
She moved behind him. "David, do you believe in witches?"
He said, "No."
"Well, David, I'm a witch. A good witch."
She saw goose bumps appear on his arms, and the hair on the
back of his neck stand out. His mind worked fast -- even drugged and
in a trance. His breathing picked up. She put her hands on his
shoulders.
"Relax, David, I won't hurt you. No harm will come to you.
Relax. Does it excite you that I'm a witch?"
"Yes."
"Are you afraid?"
"Yes," he said, very softly.
"David, I don't want you to be afraid. I won't hurt you; I'm
a good witch, a very good witch. Please relax for me."
She felt him relaxing as she gently kneaded his shoulders;
actually he couldn't help it.
"David, I'm a good witch, and I've decided I want you for my
new lover. Do you want to be my new lover?"
"Oh, yes."
"Good. I've cast a spell over you, David. Witches do things
in threes -- my spell has three parts. The first part of the spell
was when you drank my enchanted wine. We are starting the second
part of the spell now. The third part of the spell will make us
lovers. Do you want to be my lover, David?"
"Oh, Yes! Please!"
Connie felt the warmth filling her. If he'd said no, she
would have given him amnesia and turned him loose.
"That makes me very happy, David. You need to understand
though that this will only be temporary; I can only fall in love with
another witch. When you're away from me, you'll be able to meet and
go out with normal women, even fall in love if you want to. But for
the next few days, you are going to be mine. And that's the next
step of the spell."
He smiled. She poured some more wine in their glasses. She
could tell by feel which one was hers -- she learned to be sure of
that her third trip up the hill with someone -- she had kept control,
but it had been difficult with the drug affecting her.
She handed David his glass, about a third full. "Do you like
my wine, David?"
"Yes, very much."
"Then drink if you want to be my lover." She emptied her
glass in one gulp. He quickly emptied his, and she took the glass
from him and set them down.
"Now I'm going to start making you mine, body and soul. Do
you feel good, David?"
"Yes, I do."
"I can give you great pleasure, David -- do you want that?"
"Oh, yes."
"If you want me to give you great pleasure, you have to obey
me. What do you have to do?"
"Obey you."
"What are you going to do?"
"Obey you."
That's not good enough David, what are you going to do?" She
raised her voice a little, sounding stern.
"I will obey you."
That's more what she wanted! "Very good David. That's
better. Just repeat that." She placed her hands on his shoulders
and started massaging him again. "Now you're feeling more pleasure.
What are you going to do?"
"I will obey you."
She continued on his neck and shoulders. "If I tell you to
kiss my breasts, what will you do?"
"I will obey you."
"If I tell you to kiss my lips?"
"I will obey you."
She started making small circles with her fingers at the back
of his neck, and whispered warmly in his ear, "If I tell you to make
love to me?"
"I will obey you," he sighed.
She stood back again, and used her stern voice. "That's not
good enough, David, you still haven't given yourself up to me. You
have to give yourself totally to me -- all control to me. Your arms
are getting stiff. They're floating up on you so they're straight in
front of you." As she spoke, his arms raised in front of him until
they were extended straight. "Close your eyes, David, and keep
repeating. As you give yourself more and more to me, your arms will
sink. They will only go limp when you've given yourself totally to
me. As your arms get lower, the pleasure will increase. As you give
yourself more and more to me, your pleasure will increase.
He started repeating, "I will obey you. I will obey you."
His arms moved down a bit. She moved closer to him and
started stroking his temples. His voice changed to somewhere between
a sigh and a whisper, then picked up again. His arms dropped more.
She moved closer, resting her breasts against the back of his
head. His arms dropped more as he kept repeating, softly. She
whispered, "Good, David, give yourself to me so we can be lovers."
His arms dropped some more. She held his head to her breasts and
felt him tremble and his arms lower substantially -- almost there.
She moved his head around, squeezing him into her breasts, then with
one hand brought her perfumed hair around and caressed his face with
it. He caught the scent and the softness. He inhaled deeply through
his nose and trembled. As he exhaled, he said, "I will obey you,"
and his arms dropped limply to his sides.
She drew back, placed a hand on his head, and said,
"Wonderful, David. Deep trance now." His head slumped forward.
Her heart was pounding. He was hers now. She knew that a
few minutes in deep trance could accomplish much the same thing, but
this was so much more rewarding -- both to her, and to him. That was
where she disagreed with her uncle -- he still used, insisted on,
traditional authoritative hypnotic techniques. She saw it instead as
an art form -- weaving a fantasy using hypnosis, an archetypal
fantasy that would bind him to her even stronger. She wasn't a
witch, but in his fantasy she was, and his deep desire to live the
fantasy would compound the strength of her hypnotic suggestions many
fold.
She pulled up the stool and sat next to him. She hadn't had
a chance to sit down since they left the tasting room. She spoke
softly and clearly to him, giving him the suggestions she'd need to
control him during their lovemaking. They were controls both of them
would greatly appreciate.
She pulled back the curtain revealing another larger section
of the room, containing a king size bed, a dresser, and a door to the
rear. The bed had a number of pillows and cushions on it and a
velvet spread. Both she and her uncle had tried fur; it was more
sensuous but hell to clean. Even witches have to compromise
sometimes, she thought, giggling to herself. She stepped through the
door in the rear of the room to use the toilet that was beyond.
She returned and took off her robe, putting it on the
dresser. She let herself fall back on the bed. She lay there,
breathing deeply, relaxing recharging. She got up again and
retrieved their wine glasses and the bottle. The bottle was quite
cool again -- thanks to a thermoelectric chiller, another gift from
Thomas. She poured a little into David's glass, and about half a
glass in hers.
The foot of the bed frame was heavy, dark wood. The center
was carved to form a seat. She put her wine glass in a small recess
to one side of the seat. She put David's glass on the wood at the
head of the bed. She placed some cushions on the floor in front of
the seat, then lit the candles around the bed, She blew out the one
in front of David, leaving him sitting in his chair.
She sat in the seat at the foot of the bed, spreading her
legs, the cushions on the floor between her feet. She smiled, rolled
her shoulders, and took a deep breath.
"David, wake up, please."
He raised his head, and blinked a couple of times. He was
facing away from her. He turned first to the closed door, and then
around and saw her sitting naked at the foot of the bed, bathed in
candlelight. He looked but did not move.
"David, stand up please," she said in a soft, clear voice.
He stood up, and looked at her. He looked a little confused, still
assimilating it all.
"David, you are still under my spell. You have taken my
enchanted wine; you have given yourself to me; now we will become
lovers and you will be mine."
She sat and watched him; he was breathing faster, smiling.
"David, take off your clothes please."
Without hesitation he began undressing. Damn, she thought,
should have lit a candle at the other end of the room so I could get
a better look at him undressing. He undressed quickly but
unhurriedly, folding his clothing and putting it on the chair. She
smiled again -- a neat one at that.
He stood again by the chair, naked and with a tremendous
erection, awaiting her next command.
"Very good, David. Come kneel before me." She indicated the
cushions in front of her and between her legs. He walked over and
knelt. She saw him sway and his eyes close momentarily as the
mixture of her perfume and feminine scent filled his head.
She put a hand on his head. "David, look in my eyes. This
is third part of my spell; we will become lovers and you will be
mine." He shook briefly. "You are going to be filled with
incredible pleasure, and you will fill me with incredible pleasure."
She picked up her wine glass and held it in front of him, holding his
head with her right hand and looking into his eyes. "Now you are
going to taste my enchanted wine three more times. You are going to
taste it from my nipple, from my loins, and finally from my lips.
Your pleasure will be intense, but you will not have your release
until you taste the wine from my lips. When you taste the wine from
my lips, only then will you have your release, and you will be mine."
She smiled at him; his breathing was getting ragged as he stared
hungrily into her eyes.
She took her right hand off his head and dipped two fingers
into the wine glass. She withdrew them, dampened by the heavy wine,
and moistened her left nipple. She put the glass down.
"David, taste the wine on my nipple." She extended her arms
and pulled his head to her breast. He took her nipple hungrily.
"Gentle, relax, gentle, relax." He slowed down and relaxed as she
spoke, still sucking on her, his arms around her waist. She held his
head close, rocking him. "Taste the wine from my nipple. Only when
you taste the wine from my lips will you have your release."
She let herself be carried away by the sensation, holding him
and feeling him gradually relax. He moaned occasionally, his
unconscious signal to her that he was close to coming. After a
while, she said, "Thank you, David," and gently eased him off her
breast. "There will be more for you later, don't worry," she told
him, as she picked up her wine glass again.
This time, she leaned back on the bed a bit. She held the
glass over her mons, and poured a little of the wine on her, running
down her slit. The cold wine hitting her sex shot bolts of pleasure
through her, and she gasped, almost dropping the glass. She put it
down quickly, and said, "David, taste the wine from my loins," in a
husky voice.
He pressed his face into her, tasting the mixture of the wine
and her own heady juices. As he put his hands under her bottom, she
leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes. "Good, David, taste the
wine from my loins and give," she gasped as his tongue hit the mark,
"me pleasure." Her head was swimming as he licked, sucked, and
teased her. God, he was good at that. She started to say something
when her first orgasm hit. As she stiffened, he did something
different, and it hit her suddenly, strongly, wonderfully, taking her
breath away.
She let go and he took her to orgasm after orgasm. Finally
she couldn't take anymore, for fear of becoming exhausted. "Stop
David, rest," she said breathlessly.
He sat back, breathing hard, smiling.
It took her a minute to sit up. She briefly worried that she
had let him take her too far, then smiled -- she was supposed to be a
witch, wasn't she?
She sat up and looked at him. He was still smiling, his
breathing pretty much back to normal. She looked at his erection,
still standing tall, with a drop of moisture at its tip. She reached
out with a finger, collecting the drop and sending a shiver through
him, and tasted it. Mmmm... The next few days were going to be
great.
She swung a leg over his head and slowly stood up. She
stretched and wiggled holding on to the foot of the bed for a moment.
Then she turned back to David, on his knees in a trance.
"David, open your eyes and stand up, please." He opened his
eyes and stood up. She led him to the edge of the bed. "Lay down on
your back in the middle of the bed, please." He got on the bed and
lay down. She stretched out his arms and legs and put them into
padded restraints with Velcro closures. She set her wine glass in an
indentation in the wooden head of the bed next to David's glass. She
crawled on the bed and straddled him, hips over his navel and hands
on his shoulders. Another deep breath, she closed her eyes briefly,
then opened them ready to go.
"David, wake up, please."
He opened his eyes, looking into hers directly above him. He
tried moving his arms and legs, turning his head to see the
restraints on his wrists, then looking back at her, a little anxious.
"David, don't worry." She wouldn't say relax now -- she
didn't want to affect his erection. "This is the last part of my
spell, when we become lovers and you become mine. You've tasted my
enchanted wine. You've given yourself to me. You've tasted my wine
from my breast, and from my loins. When you taste my wine from my
lips you will have your release and you will be mine."
She enjoyed the look of anticipation, excitement, and a
little fear in his face. She smiled and drew her face closer to his.
"Don't worry. Soon I'll release you. Now I want you to
enjoy the sensations; feel the pleasure, as I will. Enjoy them, and
when you taste the wine from my lips you shall have your release and
you will be mine."
He moaned, arching his head back, eyes closed.
"David, open your eyes and look at me, please." He opened
his eyes and looked at her. As he looked, without taking her eyes
from his, she reached between her legs and introduced his cock into
her. She slid down on him slowly, locking his eyes on to her gaze.
He moaned and shook on the bed as she took him deep inside her.
Still looking into his eyes, she started grinding her hips. He
moaned. "Enjoy, David. When you taste the wine from my lips, you
will have your release and you will be mine."
She sat up on him, breaking eye contact. When she did, his
eyes closed and his head arched back. He moaned and thrashed as much
as the restraints would allow. She closed her eyes and ground on
him, quickly having another orgasm.
She then leaned forward a little, stroking him, running her
hands over his chest, squeezing his shoulders, feeling and caressing
him. "Feel the pleasure building. Soon you will taste the wine from
my lips, have your release, and be mine!"
He moaned, thrashed, and buckled beneath her as she rode him
and explored him with her hands. Then she felt her own climax
coming. "Get ready, David. Your release is approaching," she said
through closed eyes as she felt her climax mount. She opened her
eyes, quickly picked up her glass, and took a sip of wine in her
mouth, holding it.
She rode him, back and forth, up and down, breathing raggedly
through her nose until she was at the edge. Then she leaned over
him, grasped his head with both hands, and plunged her tongue into
his mouth as she came.
He felt her tongue and the sweet wine enter his mouth, and he
exploded in orgasm. She held his head as she kissed him, feeling him
fill her, pumping into her again, and again, and again. She wiggled
her hips and pressed down on him; he shuddered and continued pumping
into her.
She continued kissing him after he stopped. He was laying
more or less still, twitching occasionally. She pulled away from his
mouth, put her head next to his ear and said, "My spell is complete.
Now you are mine."
She reached up and tugged open the restraints on his wrists,
then lay on top of him. "Hold me please, lover," she said to him.
His arms encircled her, twitching a little, holding without much
strength. She smiled in his arms; they were both drained.
After a while, when she had more or less recovered, she
reached for a towel at the edge of the bed. She slipped off him,
placing one end of the towel between her wobbly legs. Sitting next
to him on the bed she used the other end of the towel to clean him
up. She kissed his limp cock. She then reached down and released
the restraints on his ankles.
She lay beside him, propped up on an elbow. She ran a hand
over his chest. He moaned a bit, opened his eyes, and looked at her,
then sighed.
"What's the matter? Never made love to a witch before?" she
asked with a smile.
As he started to speak, she kissed him again, wrapping her
arms around his head, and pulling him over on top of her. When they
separated for air, she said, "See, that wasn't so bad. I told you I
wouldn't hurt you."
"My God, what have you done to me..." was the first thing he said.
As she looked at him, smiling, waiting, he continued, "Please
do it again." He smiled and collapsed back on to the bed.
She laughed softly, rubbing the hair on his chest again. "I
will, lover, I will. Would you like to share some wine with me?"
She helped him sit up, and handed him his glass. She picked
up her own. They clinked, then drank in silence. She took the empty
glasses and put them down. She put her hands on his shoulders and
looked him in the eye again.
He just looked at her and smiled.
"What would you like next my love?" she asked.
In response he pulled her to her back, placed a pillow under
her head, and tossed another one down by her hips. He leaned over
and began kissing her.
About four in the afternoon, Don walked over to the tasting
room. He saw the sign on the door, "CLOSED -- Private Tasting," and
smiled. He took the sign off the door, and opened the tasting room
for business again.
FIN
Rev 10/26/2000
private tasting
by artie@netgate.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www
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