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BY MATT NICHOLSON
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You can find a variation of this delicious breast fantasy as well as more tit and nipple eating and hundreds of other original stories, over 20,000 other exclusive photographs, video clips, and much more erotic tit and nipple torture, when you subscribe to Darker Pleasures. Author’s note – This story is written by request as part of what is known as the Dolcett World, or the Dolcett Universe. Originally created by an artist of the same name, the Dolcett World is populated with about 20,000 women to a man. Food has become scarce and the culture has adapted to understand that the excess of women can fill that gap. Social mores and customs regarding such things are completely different than our own, and the understanding that comes with these differences are shared by men and women alike. Fans of Dolcett, men and women alike, have no wish to really experience most of what takes place in Dolcett stories. Like other of the more extreme fantasy fans, they only like to dream. If you aren't familiar with Dolcett, or if stories involving fantasy cannibalism aren't your cup of tea, despite your love for tit torture, you might want to pass on this one. The
only thing that suggested Tony had just had nightmare was the sudden
butterfly
flicker of an eyelash on the smooth, upper curve of his pillow
as his eyes snapped open. Tiffany had been
sleeping soundly, her fingers curled
lightly in his
hair, clutching his face against the soft pillow of her breast, but
even that
slightest of movements stirred her to consciousness. For
several moments they lay together, his chest pressed against her side,
his
stomach more firmly against the curve of her hip. Her
breath came and went, making the graying
curls on his chest brushed against her skin with each breath. Tony’s arm rested across her belly. His elbow was bent, and the palm of his hand
cupped her left breast in a sleepy grasp, his fingers lightly pinching
its tip. His lips were parted slightly, as
if guarding
her whole, wet nipple. His breath teased
in and out, cooling the moist flesh, drawing it tight and hard. Ignoring
the new red welts running down the white of her breast from his
nightmare
clutching, Tiffany let her fingers drop from his hair to caress his
cheek. Her voice was quiet, soft, soothing. “Nightmare?” He
stirred and closed his mouth, sliding his lips together around her
nipple. As he traced a finger lightly down
one of the
red marks, his memory of the nightmare faded, as if it hadn’t happened. He slid his hand gently down the inner curve
of
her left breast and back up the inner curve of her right.
He lifted his face for a moment, casually
moving his palm in a lazy circle across her hardened nipple and areola,
wiping
the wetness he’d left in sleep away – as if he thought she’d never
notice that
he drooled. She
smiled and kissed the top of his head, letting him change the subject
from his
dreams with his touch. Her voice turned
husky. “Good morning, love.”
He
let his face settle back into the comfort of her breast, parting his
lips so
its tip once again pressed between them and closed his teeth,
deliberately
pinching a thick fold of areola below her nipple between his molars,
trapping
it for his lips and tongue. He responded
unintelligibly to her question around the mouthful, then began sucking
and
nibbling the captured nub, letting the feel of her supple flesh tease
him as
much as he teased her. She gasped when
his right hand trailed up the inside of her thigh and parted her moist
pussy lips. Just as one of his fingertips
found the bud
of her clitoris, he reached around from behind her neck and tweaked her
left
nipple. Closing his teeth a little more,
he sucked hard. Redoubling
his teasing, Tony knew she could feel him smile to himself, pleased at
her
moaning response. She parted her thighs
and pressing her chest up against his face as a reward, inviting more
of everything. He
rolled his hand, sliding first one finger, then a second, deep into
her, while
pinning her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb.
He closed everything at this same time, one
hand, buried perfectly between her legs, stroked inside and out. The other pinched and twisted her breast,
catching the base of her nipple between thumbnail and finger at the
same time
as he rolled his teeth together, bruising the tender flesh on the
opposite
side. He heard Tina’s teeth snap
together as she drew a long hissing breath. Her
husky, “Oh, God!” brought another smile to his lips. She
started grinding herself against him, driving his fingers deeper and
harder. Her fingers curled tighter into
his hair, encouraging him. Her other
hand found his swollen, throbbing cock and clenched it.
It seemed to him as if her responses weren’t
so much designed to entice, but rather to just hang on.
He could hear her breathing rasp and her
heart hammer. Regardless
of the reason for her attention, his shaft stiffened almost painfully,
and a
rolling wave of pleasure ran up its length. A
drop of moisture split the small slit at its tip, only
to be spread by
the pad of her thumb as she played. Tony
rolled over smoothly and slid his tingling penis deeply into her. The warm wetness that closed around him felt
wonderful enough by itself to cause his involuntary gasp, but the
deliberate
contraction that squeezed him even harder almost sent him over the edge. As
their mutual gasps faded, he looked down at her heaving chest. Grinding his pelvis against her, he sucked
the whole of her nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue around the
hot
flesh while pressing his teeth closed. The
balled areola filled his mouth, and found no escape
from the
pinching trap that crushed it slowly. Tony
continued to bite a half-second after Tiffany
hissed, and then
tapped at the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He tightened his pelvic muscles, forcing his
cock to bounce and reached beneath her with his right hand, closing his
fingers
into the soft curve of her bottom, using it as counter pressure to the
grinding
roll of his hips. “Oh,
God, Tony…” Her
fingernails dragged up his back and found his shoulders, digging hard
at the
same time as she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed both from
without and
from within. No amount of distraction
could stop the wave of ecstasy simmering deep in his groin and started
a slow
boil up the length of him. He clenched
her right breast, fingernails dragging and digging, again marking the
satin
white skin with brilliant trails of red. He
dragged his teeth up the length of her areola, biting
even harder
when her nipple snagged, stretching it cruelly until he finally let go
so that
it all snapped back with a pleasant quivering bounce.
Before it settled, he buried his face back
into her breast and bit again, hard enough to draw blood, twisting so
that he
could breath around the fatty flesh. The
intensity of his climax made him involuntarily clenched his jaws
closed, tearing
her flesh, while they groaned against each other and their orgasmic
cries
echoed through the room. Moments
later, breathing hard against her chest, he sucked and chewed on her
nipple,
absently enjoying the light, salty taste while he tried to focus on the
scratches and gouges he’d left on her crème-white skin. He listened to her heart pound while she
played with his hair and tried to catch her breath.
A
discreet rapping sounded against the bedroom door, interrupting his
peace. Tony
closed his eyes as Tiffany’s cradled his face against her, encouraging
him to
relax and enjoy as she called out, “Come in.” Their
chef came in, rolling a portable breakfast cart ahead of him. It was equipped with two propane burners, a
portable baking lamp, a torch and all the utensils, food and spices
he’d need
to make Tony’s breakfast. A cup of coffee
and a juice glass of orange juice waited for him. An
unopened paper rested on the edge of the
small, butcherblock cutting board. When
the white-frocked man stopped directly beside Tiffany, she took the
paper and
tapped Tony playfully on the head. “Sit
up, sleepyhead, and tell him which one you want.” Tony
groaned quietly, taking the paper and a napkin as he forced himself to
roll off
of her. He gazed down at her breasts as
he wiped the side of his face. Blood was
seeping from several bite marks in her rigid nipple an areola, slowly
filling
the rough ridges. He reached over and
tweaked her left nipple, making it immediately harden again. “This one looks delicious.” Tiffany
smiled, gave him a quick kiss, and then nestled backward into her
pillow with a
playfully bounce, deliberately making her tits shimmy before raising
her arms
back above her head so that they stretched and thrust out.
As she closed her eyes, mentally preparing, Tony
slid his butt up and shifted the pillow so he could sit against the
wall and
read. He opened the paper, and the chef
moved toward Tiffany’s left breast with a small, sharp, curved steel
knife. Instead
of reading, Tony watched as the cook set the razor-sharp point of the
knife on
the white of her breast toward its tip and slid it lightly until it
snagged on
the outer edge of her areola. He snagged
her nipple between his finger and thumb, stretched it out until it was
tight,
and then, with a practiced jab, slipped tip of the knife effortlessly
into
Tiffany’s breast, just beneath the ruddy flesh. The
young woman gasped then held her breath, quivering
only slightly as
he deftly cut just beneath the skin, running the blade in a semi-circle
around
the edge of the crinkled oval of flesh. He
blotted the blood with a white towel for a bit, then
took what looked
like a large, pointed melon spoon with a serrated tip from the cart. Tony
looked up at Tiffany’s face. She gripped
the headboard as if it might snap, then grabbed his throbbing cock and
began
stroking it. Thee cook lifted her
severed areola and plunged the spoon into the gaping wound. She bucked a bit, her hand freezing on his
cock, then began a rhythmic, controlled panting until she eventually
settled
back to stroking him, and even rolling her own hips and moaning quietly
while
the chef finished hollowing out her breast and letting the loose
collapse on
her chest. Leaving
them to each other, the cook cracked four eggs and mixed them with some
of the
red-tinged golden contents of her breast. After adding some mild
cheddar,
chopped tomato and spices he paused. Almost
as an afterthought, he took the knife again and moved around to her
left
breast. With a practiced tug on her
nipple, he stretched her breast up. Knowing
what was coming, Tony shifted, letting her
squeeze on his cock
while he started thumbing her clit. When
the knife cut through the tip of her breast, she came.
By the time the quivering mound had settled
back against her chest, her severed nipple and areola were well on the
way to
being coarsely diced and added to the mix. Quickly
tossing the mixture into a pan, he let it sautee while he started
stitching the
gash where her right nipple had been closed with a length of cooking
twine and
a thick needle. He then dabbed it clean
and draped a napkin across it before centering another napkin and a set
of
sterling utensils on top. Tony set the
paper aside. When his hand touched
Tiffany’s thigh, she gasped, but didn’t open her eyes.
He slid his fingertips up, smiling to himself
when her pelvis arched. Her pussy lips
were thoroughly wet, and mostly from her own juices.
When he closed his fingers on her swollen
clitoris, she came again. The chef
jumped and frowned as he watched the silverware rattle, but said
nothing,
choosing instead to take the egg mix from the burner. Tony
chuckled at the look he got from the cook and settled back against the
wall to
watch. Taking
a serving spoonful of cooked mixture, the lifted Tiffany’s left nipple
and stuffed
the eggs inside her hollowed out breast. After
several spoons and some artistic kneading and
shaping, her breast looked
perfectly normal, save for the wound, which he then stitched as
expertly as
he’d done before. Once her breast passed
display muster, he brushed the stuffed mound with a liberal basting of
some
kind of spiced butter sauce. Then, he
moved the baking lamp around, centered it just a couple of inches above
the
mound, turned on the hot, red light, and began making toast and setting
up a
bed tray with drinks, salt and pepper, and other breakfast items. Seeing
that Tiffany seemed to be concentrating, breathing deeply and
pleasuring
herself with surprising ferocity – all without disturbing either breast
– Tony
settled back with a cup of coffee and the paper. Every
now and then she’d open her eyes and
smile at him somewhat weakly, as if she weren’t really there but
someplace else
entirely. After fifteen minutes, the
chef came back. The breast had passed
from pink to red to golden, and was glistening with beads of juice. Her nipple and areola had long since
softened, though the nub still stuck out enough to tease. Tiffany
was so deeply involved in her pain control regime that she didn’t seem
to
notice when the cook lit the baking torch. She
stirred as he started brushing its flame lightly
over her nipple, then
shuttered through another orgasm and settled into unconsciousness as
the circle
of meat began to sizzle. Two
minutes later, Tiffany’s steaming tit was garnished and the bed tray
was
straddling her alabaster belly. After
taking a sip of juice, Tony smiled down at the unconscious woman. Carefully, he sliced into her slightly
crisped, golden breast, watching as clear, buttery liquid gushed from
inside
and the delicious egg mixture spilled out. While
it cooled, he pinned her nipple with his fork and
cut easily
through the flame-broiled circle, chuckling quietly to himself when his
cock stiffen
in reaction to the shifting of her breast. He’d
long since stopped wondering about the animal
instincts that
controlled that organ. |
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