Sorting out the neighbour's dog quickly, she brought in her presents from the car and put them on the couch, hanging up the two dresses. She took the bottles of wine through to the kitchen and was about to put them away, when she had a compulsive urge to drink from the strangely shaped bottle. She looked at the label, but could make no sense of what it said, as it all appeared to be in Arabic or Sanskrit or something? As she brought the bottle and glass to where her Kindle had been left that morning, she was again reminded how phallic the bottle looked. Indeed, it made her think that she was holding onto a dark, almost black cock. As for pulling the cork, well that was almost like wanking the cock off? She had seen enough porn to know that much. She smiled, realising she was quite aroused by the thought of wanking a random black cock. She suddenly wondered if her father really was erect as she rubbed her hard stomach against him? And she realised that she was more than a little pleased that if he was, she had caused that possible erection. "I caused my father to have and erection!" She said to the room.
The bottle of wine seemed to sigh to her once opened. She put the sound down to the evident vintage of the wine and left it on the floor to breathe, whilst she settled back to read some more. It was only ten at night, and she often was not in bed before twelve. So, a good couple of hours reading was called for. Opening the Kindle, she was both surprised and pleased that her favourite author, had released another two instalments of the 'Linking Demon' story, so she quickly paid for them both, and waited for them to be downloaded. As she waited, she poured herself a glass of wine.
The next instalment of Linking Demon, was heavily sexual in content. As she read, she picked up her glass and drank the blood-red wine. The delicious fluid, somehow body-warm, slipped down her throat and into her stomach. "Uummm. If only it were a man's semen." She voiced out load, smiling to herself, she took another large gulp, swilling it around to properly get the taste, before swallowing. "Yes, she said to the bottle, your come tastes delightful." She giggled and refilled the glass. Settling back on the sofa, she raised her knees, the dress fell away, pooling in her lap, revealing her naked, bony legs.
The story continued down the route of a mother's incestuous cravings for her son's cock. A monstrous eleven-inch brute. He was also being stalked, pretty much, by his neighbour, who also wanted a piece of him. Sarah stopped to refill her glass, 'God this wine was going down too easily.' She looked at the bottle as she set it down. "Eleven inches. That is about the size of the bottle. Fuck that!" She laughed out loud, "Or rather, no chance of fucking that! It would tear me in half."
Even so, she realised that she was clamping her thighs together and was obviously being turned on by the story. She continued on. The mother was dreaming about her son ejaculating over her, after she had seen his enormous erection whilst he was watching some porn. She was obviously having an internal struggle between what she knew her body wanted, and what society and her up-bringing had taught her was wrong; sex with her son.
When it had happened, Sarah couldn't tell, but suddenly she became aware that her fingers were slipping noisily in and out of her wet pussy. Her legs were open wide, her panties had been pushed to one side and were already soaking wet. Her dress was undone to the waist and her small breasts were exposed; the nipples painful in their erection. As she looked at them, she was again reminded of her reaction to hugging her father, and to the thought that he possibly started to get an erection as she pushed her little belly against him. She knew what she had been doing, she just wasn't sure why she had done it? But either way she could not stop herself from what was happening now.
Thoughts of his unleashed cock, throbbing in her eager hands and that cock being eleven inches, already had her close to orgasm. She felt drunk on the wine, but all it seemed to do was heighten her senses. Each rasp of her fingers at her vaginal entrance, each rub along her wet cleft, each slight touch upon her swollen clitoris, had her panting wildly. She looked across at the bottle and envisaged a large black cock slipping between her juicy lips, rather than her fingers, or better still, it was her daddy's cock? The swollen head of which was about to break her hymen and rid her of the stigma of virginity for ever.
"Fuck. Yes, oh, oh yeah. Oh, fuck daddy. Fuck your daughter good and hard. Oh OH!" With a whimper, she came. Her index finger vibrating across her clitoris to stimulate her further. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit daddy, you made me come, oh, my juices are leaking everywhere, all over your fantastic cock." Her eyes were closed as she allowed her fantasy free rein. He legs were clamped together about her wayward hand as it continued with its tortuous play, seemingly under its own volition; instantly bringing her to another orgasm. "Fuck no, fuck oh fuck! Christ daddy." At each mention of the word 'daddy' her arousal seemed to increase. "You've made me come again! Oh, fuck me, fuck me. I don't believe it; I've come twice for you daddy. OoooohhhHH. Tell me how much you like my wet pussy, was it tight, was it dripping? Did you come inside me daddy...?" She laughed as she wound down with her play.
The intensity of the moment gradually decreased as she lay upon the sofa catching her breath. It was unusual for her to experience orgasm whilst masturbating. It was the first time ever, she had had two orgasms, one after the other. And she knew what to put that down to. Her fingers were still within her pussy as she drained the final dregs of the wine from the bottle, setting it upon the table. She seemed reluctant to pull them out, knowing that it would herald the end of her fantasy, and that she would have to go to bed, on her own, once again. 'Shall I taste them?' She thought to herself, 'Shall I taste my own juices?' As she put the empty bottle down upon the glass table, it seemed to hum. She looked across, thinking in her inebriated state that she had not put it down properly and that it was wobbling and about to topple. It certainly seemed to rock from left to right, but that was probably her double vision. The bottle no-longer looked black, but began to glow a deep red, then orange, before it started to steam.
The fumes finally goaded Sarah into action. She got up and staggered to the kitchen. Throwing a towel in the sink, she thoroughly wet it so she could pick up, what she thought was a hot bottle. When she returned to the lounge, it was to find it filled with smoke. But a smoke that did not smell like anything she had smelt before. Certainly, it wasn't fire smoke, there was a heady scent in the air, which made her suddenly feel warm and comfortable and at ease. The bottle seemed to have returned to its black colour and as she reached it, she could see that there was now only a dribble of vapour coming out of the top. Sarah threw the towel onto the bottle anyway.
"Careful with that!" Said an imperious female voice. "Your servant I may be, but break the bottle and all will be lost... Well I will anyway." She said the last bit with less inflection.
"Shit," said Sarah. "I've had too much to drink. I've never finished a bottle of wine in one sitting."
"Good that you did Mistress, for that is one of the caveats of my summons:
The bottle a gift presented
The stopper by female hands extracted
The contents drunk in one hours sitting
For the true resident to arise
And bestow the wishes without limit
Upon the willing imbiber
Acceptance before performance
On the agreed small price.
That's the small print out of the way anyway."
Sarah looked at the voluptuous woman before her. She was everything that Sarah was not. Her fantastically long hair floated about her as if she were in water, the colour glistened in reds and golds. About her head and braided in places within her hair, were beads and jewels and golden chains. Covering her ample breasts, though only just, was a chemise of red filigreed material, that was completely see-through. Her nipples were clearly visible to Sarah, who blushingly reverted her eyes. About the woman's waist was a myriad of similar pearl, bead and jewel waist-chains that were also attached to her cuffed wrists Shibari-like. Her ankles were similarly bound, beneath the completely transparent skirts that flowed about her body, much like her hair. Her panties were of the same material, and whist they covered her pubic area, they hid nothing of her hairless pussy. The large puffy lips of her vulva, were clearly visible to Sarah as the woman floated at face height.
"So, my Mistress, what might your wish be? Why have you summoned me forth, is if for riches beyond your wildest dreams, is it for a palace of gold, or a multitude of lovers? Pray tell me of your desires, but remember the small print."
"Remember the small print," Sarah repeated as if having a conversation with a floating woman, that had poured forth from a bottle, was the most normal thing in the world. "Shit, how drunk am I."
