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The Local Flavour

Date: 9/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Female Domination, Mature, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

No blondes, he doesn’t like that. … Oh no, don’t worry, all absolutely kosher, I can vouch for that. … No, not at all. … You can? Oh, that is great. … Yes. … Thank you, Don Ernesto. … You’re so kind. … I will wait for your phone call then.’ She gets up and steps into the bathroom. When she comes back, she’s toting the champagne bottle. ‘See? That was easy. You should have told me earlier, I would have arranged it for you.’ ‘But …’ ‘Yes, I know, you did. I had forgotten all about that. Mind you, I still would have done you myself, after you’d had your fill with the local flavor. But I always like to give as much as I take.’ She laughs and takes a swig from the bottle. ‘It’s just so… I don’t know. I can’t describe what I felt when I was shitting into your mouth. I felt like you were all mine, like you were surrendering to me, like I could keep you forever as my pet or something.’ She looks at me, then brings the bottle to her mouth again and throws her head back. ‘But I guess you aren’t for me. But that’s OK. I didn’t come here to get tied up again. There’s thousands like you out there. You know, after my husband died, a whole new world opened up to me. My husband was so jealous, he never allowed me to travel by myself. And everywhere I went I had that goddamn chauffeur on my heels. I couldn’t leave the house without him, he was my husband’s watchdog. But that is all over now. I am a new woman. This is the third trip I’m taking since my husband passed away, and I have seen ... and done things that I never thought possible. And there’s so much more out there to discover…’ She looks forlorn and pensive as she stares at the ceiling, the bottle hanging from her hand between her legs. I want to touch her, embrace her, love her, but I am still tied up and unable to move. The ringing of the phone destroys the moment. ‘Yes? … Yes, speaking. … Don Ernesto. … What? … Oh, las putas. That was fast. … Three? Yes, that’s what I asked for. … Yes, please send them up now. 723. … Thank you.’ She lifts the bottle up and looks at it. It is empty. ‘I didn’t leave you any champagne, did I? Do you want me to have another bottle sent up?’ ‘No no, that’s fine. I’m not so keen on champagne anyway.’ ‘Yeah, I know, the local flavor, huh? Don’t worry, we can do that too. They’ll be here any minute now.’ I regret ever having said the words. It’s all local flavor now and what I really crave for is her. But as before, I see no way of stopping her. Once she has set her mind on something, she’s off on a rampage and nothing can stand in her way. I just hope we can get it over with quickly and I can be alone with her again. Maybe she’ll even untie me and we can lie on the bed and cuddle. That’s what I really want to do now. For her to hold me and kiss me and let me love her. But maybe we should do that up at her suite, because my room is reeking of shit and vomit. A shy knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Sara shoots up and answers it. ‘Ah, there you are. Nice. You all look so ...