| After Dinner Mint- By Drandmrslecter and Horserider Drandmrslecter: It was after dinner when Clarice Starling sat in her bedroom at her vanity mirror putting on her makeup. She had her hair parted in the middle and framing her lovely face. She applied the eye liner as if she was a surgeon performing a delicate procedure as she squinted hard as to not smudge the charcoal black she was applying to both the upper and lower lids. She took great care in getting her peach blush even on both sides and blotted her lips with a loud �smack� as she finished putting on her lip gloss. Her eyeshadow was a deep metallic blue and her eyebrow pencil a fine auburn to match the highlights in her hair. Her eyebrows had just been waxed as the rest of her body hair had been, and she smiled at herself as she was presented with a pleasing reflection. Clarice was not one to primp, but on evenings such as this, it was not only tolerable, but most rewarding. She got up and put on her high heels as she adjusted the body suit to get the back of it out of her crack. It was always riding up and Clarice found herself saying more often than not, �Goddamn this fucking thing��, but only to herself. She went into her top dresser drawer and into the �special box� to get out the final part of her ensemble. This was the finishing touch Hannibal had enjoyed the most. She looked at herself in the full length mirror as she applied the pasties with care as she then gazed at herself in full regalia, gave herself a wink, and headed down the hall to Hannibal�s bedroom, where he was already waiting for her. Hannibal lie in wait, sitting in his large armchair, clad only in his silk red boxers, legs crossed and arms folded. He knew Clarice was about ready to join him and he was enjoying this down time. He knew it wouldn�t last for long. After a light rap at the door and a husky �Come in,� Clarice walked slowly through the threshold to stand before him. The room was dark, lit only with a few candles and smelling of vanilla incense. There she stood still and silent, to be admired by Hannibal, who had now politely asked her to turn around so as to be admired by him from all angles. It had usually begun like this�the approval and warmup to the festivities. Hannibal and Clarice both remained silent and still until they cued each other. Sometimes this stillness was excruciatingly long...but the wait only proved to make what came next even more enjoyable than it already was. �All right, Clarice...you may begin,� Hannibal said softly to her, still seated in his armchair and in the same position he was in when she had first walked in. �Yes, Doctor...as you wish�� she said solemnly as she walked over to the stereo system and put on the music he always liked her to dance to. After putting on the CD, Clarice walked back to stand before Hannibal, and then as if cued by a choreographer, began to slowly move to the rhythm of the song, swaying her arms over her head and gliding them over her body starting at her waist, up across her breasts and back down again, raising them to touch her face and neck and then reaching down to glide over her calves. Hannibal smiled approvingly as he gazed at her, his dark eyes full of passion and lust. He didn�t take his eyes off of her for a second as he watched her dance for him. Slowly she made her way to straddle him in the chair, glancing down at his erection and now ever so lightly nipping at his nose and mouth. �Do you like what you see, Doctor?� she hissed in his ear, now reaching down into the flap of his boxers to grab a handful of cock and balls as she then began to lick his face. �Yes,� was all Hannibal said as his mouth then became busy as well, kissing her back passionately as he began to feel her up over the pasties, now reaching down to massage her crotch and ass. �Do you want to me to go on?� she asked huskily. �Yes,� he answered as she then got up and began her act. Her dark gloves were the first to go as she slowly slipped each one off, taking the first one and playfully waving it in front of his face and then putting it on his head. Hannibal laughed before removing it and tossing it to the floor. She danced around his chair as she began to then shimmy her breasts in his face, the tassles of the pasties tickling his nose so much he sneezed. �Bless you,� Clarice said with a snicker. Before the act could go on any further, Hannibal then unexpectedly grabbed her and sat her down on his lap. Clarice began to giggle as she said, �I�m not done yet.� �Oh, yes you are,� Hannibal growled as the then bit her on the shoulder so hard he drew blood, her porcelain skin around his mouth new red, black and blue as Hannibal sucked hard, taking in as much of the warm fluid as possible while Clarice sighed with pain and pleasure. Clarice now straddled him again as she reached down to continue to fondle his dick and balls. Her head was now flung back to allow Hannibal easier access to her shoulder and now her neck, which he was now biting and sucking hard. Clarice gripped the back of the chair hard for balance as she allowed him to take as much nourishment from her as possible. �Fuck me now, you crazy son-of-a-bitch!� she begged. �Soon,� Hannibal said in between sucks. �NOW!!� Clarice shouted, still holding onto the chair as Hannibal sucked harder and harder, her vagina hot and wet with arousal, her hips now grinding into his groin as her long legs hung over the sides of the armchair. Turn page to next part of story.... |