There is an eerie silence in the room. It's dark and cold as I stand there waiting in my dress and heels. My long dark hair lay over my pale shoulders. My body is tense with uncertainty, my cunt drenched with excitement. Even though we've done this before, it always seems unique. Each time we push the boundaries more, adding to the intensity and debauchery.

The familiar sound of the blade escaping its sheath sends chills down my spine. My favorite knife; the KA-BAR. The one used by elite military forces, with carbonized steel, woven leather handle, and twelve inches of intimidating power. Dangerous, and oh so alluring. I bite my lip and let out a shallow breath. I look over at the wall, your shadow slowly stalking towards me from behind, like a predator in the darkness.

"You ready?" I hear you ask, as your deep, soothing voice echoes through my ears.

"Yes," I answer softly.

You place your strong hands on my shoulders. I feel your lips gently kiss the back of my neck, sending a wave of pleasure throughout me. I know it's the most romantic action I'll receive tonight.

"Remember, don't move."

"I promise," I reply. My voice slightly cracking.

I feel the blade easing down my neck, a coolness rapidly running through me. My muscles tighten, my nipples so hard they hurt. The knife slithers slowly down my back, scarring the silky black material of my cocktail dress. You reach around me with your free hand, clutching my breast. I sigh and begin to tremble. You lift my dress with the knife, revealing my plump cheeks and the pink thong embedded between them. Cold air raises the goosebumps on my ass and thighs as I feel it gliding over my voluptuous backside, causing me to arch my back ever so slightly.

The blade is now traveling down my leg to the back of my knee, then up again., tickling me. You reach around and put the knife in front of my body. I look down and see it vanish under my dress.

My mind is racing. The risk of danger, the fear of being harmed, the exhilaration, and the lust. My body is a cauldron of emotions, causing me to heat up. The cold air in the room is now replaced by the heat of passion.

The tip of the knife is now searching its way along my panties, eagerly moving along my dangerously slick slit. Your other hand is wrapped around my throat now. You give a long slow lick up my neck until you reach my ear lobe, biting down softly. I squirm with delight, careful not to move, as the blade is positioned in my most sensitive of areas. Even though we have barely touched, I can feel the orgasm brewing inside me. It's only a matter of time now as you bring the knife up my dress, over my breasts, until it rests up against my throat. You suck on my neck like a ravenous vampire, your teeth piercing into my skin.

"Fuck babe," I moan out.

Slowly you move the blade down my neck and under the strap of my dress. I pause motionless, waiting for the next move, my breathing increasing rapidly. With one swift movement of the knife, it slices through the strap effortlessly, falling off my shoulder. I gasp with elation as you move it to the other strap and repeat the same motion. I watch as my dress falls to the floor and surrounds my black heels.

I am shaking in my pink bra and panties, waiting for you to finish the job. You move around, facing me. The light of the moon peeking through the blinds, adorning the blade. I see my breasts heave with every labored breath. Our eyes lock, our appetite for each other is evident.

"Do it. I'm ready," I beg.

As I watch the knife travel up my stomach to my chest, I feel my aching nipples stiffen even more. You cut through the middle of the bra, exposing my breasts. You gently run the knife over them, circling them. One more piece of fabric to go before I am freed from clothing. I take the bra off my shoulders and begin squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, tugging on them. I lick my lips as the blade journeys down to my waist, moving to my hip. You slice through my panties and rip them from me with your hand.

I stand there nude, vulnerable, and exposed, yours for the taking.

Our lips come together and our tongues battle in our mouths. The hunger we have for each other is undeniable. You break away, your hand on my chest as you push me back onto the bed. My eyes are shut while you explore my curvaceous body with the blade. Warm steel on hot flesh, searching with motive. Teasing me, calling out to me. The tip is piercing the top layer of my skin, leaving long, white scratch marks. Like an artist sketching their creation. I reach down between my legs, parting them, feeling the moisture you created. I circle my fingers around my pulsing clit.

"Take off your clothes," I command.

You rise up, set the knife on the bed, and undress for me. I grab it and begin to ease it along my insatiable cunt.

"Stroke your cock," I tell you.

You take your hard dick in your hand, stroking it, your grip around it powerful. I watch with one hand spreading the lips of my pussy, the other playfully striding the knife around my needy twat.

Now is usually the time that we would start having sex, as we have in the past. But tonight I take it to another level. Tonight will be memorable.

"Watch this," I tell you with a devious smile.

My eyes stare into yours, my mouth agape, as I turn the knife around and insert the handle inside me. Fucking myself with it. In and out, teasing it, grinding it. The blade protruding out like a shiny, prominent cock. I fuck it like a virgin, clenching my cunt around the hard, thick shaft. I'm amazed by how good it feels, how sinful it is, and how reckless, and slutty I am at this moment.

"Jesus babe. That's fucking hot," you tell me. Jerking your dick faster.

Even though I'm careful, the shock of what I'm doing doesn't escape me. It's irrational but so erotic. It's uncomfortable, yet getting me more enthusiastic for your cock. Before I realize it, the first orgasm hits. I tremble, my legs shake, and I let out a laugh, in awe that I got myself off with the handle of a knife.

I pull it out and bring it to my mouth. Licking my nectar from the leather handle and steel butt of the weapon, glaring through you the entire time.

"Cum for me baby. Shoot it on my tits," I beg.

You stroke your cock faster, vigorously punishing it. I slightly graze the blade under your balls, watching you shiver with enjoyment. I put the handle back in my pussy, deeper this time. I wrap my other hand around yours, helping you release your lust.

"Fuck!" you shout out. Unleashing your cum on my chin and chest.

I eagerly grab the glob off my chin, feeding it into my mouth, caressing it over my pillowy lips. You fall to your back on the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh, as you watch me lather my tits and my cunt with your savory cream.

Using your cum as lube, I frantically rub my engorged clit, gripping the handle of the knife as it batters my cunt. My back arches, my hips raise, and I rain a stream of cum, gasping and giggling simultaneously.

I don't even bother to catch my breath, as I roll over on my side and take your resting cock into my mouth. My craving for you is ravenous. I slow down, grabbing your dick, slowly sucking, twirling my tongue around the head. You grab a handful of my hair, guiding my pace. I feel you growing in my mouth, expanding In my hand, your skin tightening. Once your dick is as hard as the KA-BAR, I turn and get on all fours.

"Come fuck me," I say see seductively, looking over my shoulder.

Your cock enters me from behind with ease, my cunt choking every inch. You grab my hair and pull my head back, and that's when I feel the blade pressed against my throat.

"Oh my God yes!" I squeal.

You fuck me with devastating thrusts, ravaging deep inside me. I slam back onto your dick violently, screaming at the depravity of our wicked act. I am so caught up in the moment that I forget about the knife on my throat as my body is being rocked back and forth with ferocity. You sense the danger and let go of it, letting it fall on the bed.

"Harder!" I cry out.

Your hand comes down hard on my ass, sending a thunderous clap throughout the room, my skin burning from the sensation. You knead your hands in my cheeks like an experienced baker, working my booty. I feel you spit on my puckered, quivering asshole and push your thumb in. I moan with satisfaction as your body slams into mine, yearning for another cock to replace your thumb as it delves deeper into my ass.

I pull away and roll onto my back. You put your hands under my knees and push my legs to my shoulders, allowing your mighty cock to invade my abused cunt. I throw my arms around your neck and pull you to me, kissing you hard, and deep. I bite down on your bottom lip, sucking hungrily. We are soaked in sweat, our bodies a mass of furious hedonism as we fuck with exceptional rhythm.

I can feel it now, the heat, the speed, your muscles flexing. You grunt and moan, lifting your head as you fill my cunt. I grab your face and kiss you softly. You collapse on me, trying to catch your breath while we lay in a pool of our liquid love. I turn to see the knife laying beside me, shining confidently in the night. I slowly run my fingers over it, admiring its beauty.

"God that was awesome. You make me feel good," I say, glaring at the blade.

"It was babe," you pant in my ear. Oblivious to who I was speaking to.