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Teri’s last stripper show (graphic) 3.7 (35)

Posted on April 10, 2024 by riwa

Note: A bonus older story to ease the pain of April 15th coming up

Teri fucked the pole with her cleavage, smiling seductively with her red-painted lips at the patrons watching her. Then she slowly unhooked her bra. She got whistles and lustful cries as her breasts fell open, the garment falling lazily to the floor.

She gave the stripper pole a sensuous titty-fuck. She wasn’t as lithe or as limber as some of the other girls who worked the club. But she wasn’t afraid to act the slut. That’s what usually got her more attention… and therefore more tips.

The cries grew louder as voices called out for her to “Take it off! Take it all off!” She teased them again before slowly working her thong down her legs and then tossing it into the gleeful crowd. Then she fucked the stripper pole with her cunt, leaving it slickened with her juices. Any males who weren’t hard by then were certainly hard after that wanton display of lewd behavior.

When her presentation came to an end, she scooped up her tips and then disappeared into the dressing room to change. A few minutes later, Brandi came in with a slip of paper. “One of those bikers wanted me to give you this,” she said coldly, handing it to her. Friends they definitely were not.

Teri took it and gave it a quick glance. She and the other girls got messages like this all the time. Apparently someone wanted her for a private party. She snorted at it in disgust before throwing it in the trash like she did all the other messages.

“You’re closing tonight,” Brandi announced.

Teri looked at her in dismay. “Again? Why the hell can’t I go home on time and get a good night’s sleep?”

“Because we all work for that sleazeball, that’s why!” Brandi snorted in a huff. “He wants you out there pushing drinks until closing time. Besides, I’ve got to get home to my family. It’s not my fault you’re single!”

“Figures,” Teri said in disgust.

She proceeded to slip into the club’s official waitress attire, designed to get the clients all worked up. It was also designed to get them all liquored up so they could more easily part with their hard-earned cash. Then she headed out to work the tables.

She noticed right away that the bikers were still there. They seemed more than a little attracted to her. She was able to work their table for drink after drink, getting them more than a little intoxicated. At least it served her well in making tips.

They didn’t let up on her the whole time, trying to proposition her again and again. She just smiled coyly at them each time she passed their table, politely turning them down. But it wasn’t long until she started feeling a little uncomfortable with their presence.

The hour eventually got late. Customers began heading out the door to make their way home. Teri’s fellow strippers began to leave one by one as their shift came to an end. She was certainly relieved to watch the bikers loudly make their way to the door.

She watched her boss work the till. She fumed at his leaving early while she had to stay behind to clean up and lock up. All he did was gather up the cash and receipts. Then he threw them together in a bag before heading out the back door to his waiting car without giving her so much as a thank you.

Teri sighed heavily as she scrubbed down the counter to the bar. At least the bikers were long gone. She’d felt rather uneasy with them around, especially the way they’d been coming on to her and ogling her.

She found herself wishing the sleazeball would have stuck around a little while longer. At least he could have ordered one of the other bartenders to stick around and make sure she got safely to her car. Being the last one out the door sometimes made her more than a little uncomfortable.

She was in the process of wiping down the tables and stacking the chairs on top when she heard the front door open. “We’re closed!” she called out in exasperation.

She hadn’t gone and locked the door right away. That was stupid! Then her heart skipped a beat when she saw the bikers had returned.

Uh – oh. She could immediately tell they were up to something by the expressions on their faces.

“Sorry, guys; we’re closed!” she proclaimed. “Come back tomorrow!” She tried to sound authoritative but she couldn’t disguise the nervousness in her voice.

“Oh, you’re not going to close just yet,” the biker with the snake tattoo on his arm chuckled. “We’re here for that private party, remember? That message I gave that chick to give to you?”

She remembered the note she’d thrown away. Then she shook her head. “Sorry guys; no parties tonight! I’m beat and I need to go home!”

“Oh, I think you’ve got time for us, sweet cheeks,” the one with the scraggly beard told her. “We’re not leaving without our private little showing; right boys?”

“That’s right, Curly,” a man with a tattoo on the side of his face added as the four of them advanced menacingly on her. “We locked the door for you, sweetheart. So there’s no need worrying about us being interrupted. Now c’mon, honey; give us a show!”

“Really guys; it’s getting late!” Teri protested. “I appreciate all the attention and the tips; really I do! But I’m dead on my feet!”

Snake Tattoo just sneered coldly at her. “’Dead on my feet’, now that’s a really good choice of words, bitch! Would you like to find out what I mean by that?”

Teri began backing away in alarm, lifting her hands up as though trying to ward them off. “Now let’s not get excited fellas. It’s late, I’m tired, and you all have been drinking pretty heavily.”

“It’s not the booze we want, bitch,” Snake Tattoo explained ominously. “Now get up on that stage and strip for us!”

“Really guys; it’s getting late…”

“He said ‘STRIP’, damn you!” and Curly pulled a chair off a table before emphatically pounding said table with his fist in emphasis.

Teri jumped with a squawk and then backed up toward the stage. “Really guys, there’s no need for…”

“Get your ass up there, bitch!” Tattoo Face snarled menacingly.

Teri realized she really had no choice in the matter, not unless she wanted to risk further antagonizing them. She nervously climbed up onto the stage and then looked around uncertainly. “Uh fellas? There’s no music. What about…?”

“We don’t need any music!” Snake Tattoo barked. “Besides, we don’t want anyone to know you’re still open! After all, this is a private little party; see?”

“Ok, fellas,” the nervous stripper muttered. “I’ll do what you want. Just take it easy now…”

Teri gulped anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest. This wasn’t good at all! She was all alone with these bastards… and they were liable to do just about anything!

For a moment her mind went blank as she shuffled nervously against the pole. Snake Tattoo got impatient and hollered, “DANCE, BITCH!”

Teri yelped and then started to wriggle around the pole. A familiar song finally came to mind. That’s when she began to writhe and grind a little more rhythmically as she hummed it in her head.

“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” Tattoo Face called out appreciatively, clapping his hands.

Curly started whooping and hollering as he pounded the table enthusiastically. Snake Tattoo smiled lecherously in appreciation. But it was the quiet one she was worried about the most. He hadn’t said a word the whole time. And the way he was eyeing her made her shiver with dread.

Teri nervously worked through her routine, pulling the long gloves off her hands and then shedding her attire until she was left in nothing but her sexy black lingerie, heels and nylons. The nylons slowly came off one by one. Then she kicked each heel at the bikers.

Curly and Snake Tattoo each caught one with a cry of joy, whooping and hollering. “Fuck the pole, bitch!” Quite Man growled, speaking for the first time.

Teri gulped as she began titty-fucking the shiny metal surface. Eventually she peeled out of her bra to fuck it with her breasts. “I said ‘FUCK IT, BITCH’!” he barked.

She yelped again before peeling off her bottoms. Teri ground her crotch into the pole. Her pussy glistened from a fearful arousal.

“Who wants a blow?” Quiet Man asked ominously. Within seconds, three sets of leather pants were heard being unzipped.

Teri let out a shriek. Then she tried to run toward the dressing rooms. But Quiet Man leaped onto the stage, swift as a cheetah.

He hastily snatched up one of her nylons. Then he quickly lassoed it around her neck. He ominously choked her as he pulled her back.

“NO!” Teri choked out, her arms flailing wildly. “PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!”

He dragged her gasping and gurgling back to the pole before forcing her onto her knees with her back to the cool metal. Then he wrapped her nylons around both her neck and the pole, using the combination as something of a garrote. Teri began choking and gagging as spittle dribbled off her tongue.

Quiet Man had barely gotten out the words “Now who’s first?” before Snake Tattoo had jumped up onstage. His large member had stiffened considerably through his opened fly.

He wasted no time ramming it down Teri’s throat. She coughed and gurgled, her breath partly cut off from the garrote of her nylons around her neck. His large cock threatened to finish the job of stopping her breathing entirely.

Snake Tattoo fucked her face hard as his two companions jumped up on stage with him, their cocks out as well. “Grab ‘em, bitch!” Quiet Man ordered. Teri fumbled for them before the bikers helped her wrap her hands around each of their meaty members.

“Stroke ‘em, bitch! Stroke those dicks!” For emphasis Quiet Man tightened his grip on her nylons, garroting her even more.

Teri’s eyes rolled as her mouth oozed spittle and drool. Snake Tattoo furiously fucked her skull as her face began to turn red. Then with a cry, he rammed it in hard and deep.

Teri shuddered as his cum shot down her throat. Then she got dizzy before suddenly passing out from lack of oxygen…

She wasn’t out for very long. When Teri awoke, it was because she was gagging from Curly’s cock filling her mouth.

She could taste Snake Tattoo’s cum on her lips. She could also tell he’d splattered some of it on her face. But Quiet Man was still behind her, still garroting her with her own nylons.

She choked and gagged, trying to communicate that strangling her wasn’t necessary. But the bikers seemed to love it. In fact, they seemed to love making her suffer.

As Quiet Man nearly strangled the life out of her, Curly pulled out and splattered her face with more cum. He was barely finished shooting his load when Tattoo Face pushed him aside. Now it was his turn to thrust his immense member down her throat.

Teri gawked and gurgled; gawd, she could barely breathe at all! Didn’t the bastards realize that?? But maybe the fucking pricks enjoyed strangling helpless women!

Once more, she found she could hardly breathe at all. She felt faint and dizzy. Then she passed out again with a shudder…

When she came back around, she was grateful to discover her nylons were no longer around her neck. She was in a crumpled heap upon the stage. More cum had been shot into her mouth and splattered upon her face.

“Now let’s clean her up, boys,” she heard Quiet Man declare. “The whore’s become a fucking mess; wouldn’t you agree?”

Tattoo Face went off to get something as Teri lay there panting quietly for breath. She could still feel the sensation of having her nylons wrapped tightly around her neck, even though they were no longer there. It was uncomfortable as hell, and she hoped that the worst was over.

Teri heard the sound of running water, and she began to wonder what was taking Tattoo Face so long. When he finally returned, it wasn’t with the rag she’d expected. Instead, he returned with the janitor’s bucket full of water.

The first thing he did was dunk the mop into the bucket. Then to Teri’s complete surprise, he gleefully shoved the soaked mop in her face, moving the drenched strands back and forth over her cum-spattered cheeks. Teri cried out in protest; coughing, sputtering, and gurgling as the bikers laughed at her.

“Actually, I have a better idea,” Snake Tattoo suggested.

He grabbed Teri by a handful of hair and dragged her on her knees over to the bucket. To her horror, he shoved her face down into the cold water. She could hear him laughing as she bubbled, gurgled, and thrashed about like crazy.

“How’s that, Dean?” Snake Tattoo asked Quiet Man. That’s when Teri thought she heard another fly being unzipped from somewhere behind her.

“That’s just fine, Snake,” Dean replied. Then Teri felt his long, thick cock thrust hard into her wet, spasming pussy.

She screamed a froth of bubbles into the bucket of water as he began pounding her hard from behind. Teri grunted and gurgled, her lungs on fire as she struggled not to swallow water. She thought she overheard Dean tell Snake to make sure she didn’t drown all at once. Then her head was lifted up out of the water, allowing her to cough and sputter as rivulets streamed out of her hair down her face and into her eyes.

“Feel better, bitch?” Snake laughed. Then he shook her head by a handful of her hair before shoving her head right back down into the bucket as Dean continued pounding her pussy from behind.

Teri screamed and bubbled again; she was being raped and drowned! She tried pushing on the floor with her hands. Then she tried to lift her head up out of the bucket.

“Oh no, you don’t!” the bearded Curly blurted out.

He and Tattoo Face grabbed her arms by the wrists. They held them outstretched so she couldn’t resist. Then Snake pulled her head up out of the bucket and sneered at her.

“What’s the matter, bitch? We’re only trying to clean you up!” Then he brutally forced her head back down into the bucket. Teri cried out, exhaling in a froth of bubbles as she was forced to suck water.

While the other two held onto her wrists, Snake let her up for another breath as Dean the quiet man rammed his cock hard up her twat from behind. “Fuck the bitch, man, while we drown her for you!” he yelled as encouragement to his sadistic companion. Teri let out another cry of horror before her head was submerged yet again in a froth of bubbles.

“Fuck, you should feel her cunt from back here!” Dean gasped appreciatively. “The whore’s clenching like crazy! I swear she’s fucking me back like she really wants it!” Then he tipped his head back and let out a roar as he rammed his cock in hard, filling her pussy with his eruption of spunk.

Teri was frightened out of her wits. But her pussy clenched and spasmed involuntarily each time she was dunked. She thought for sure she was going to suffer the humiliation of drowning in a janitor’s bucket! Then she felt his cum inside her, and she got really dizzy before suddenly passing out again…

—

When she came back around, it was Dean who was holding her head up out of the bucket. Water dripped down into her eyes and all over her face as she coughed and sputtered. Then she felt someone else’s cock thrust hard into her from behind as others hung on to her wrists.

“Take it, bitch!” Dean said with a cackle as he forced her head back down into the bucket.

Teri screamed and bubbled as Snake’s voice called out from behind. “Gawd; you’re right, Dean! Her cunt is really twitching like a tornado! It must be from her not being able to breathe! Fuck, what a rush!”

Teri’s head was pulled back up, and she gasped and sputtered. Then her head was cruelly slammed back down into the water. She screamed again as the bastard Snake fucked her hard. Then she felt it swell inside her until it slammed into her with a vengeance.

Teri screamed as the powerful orgasm caught her totally unawares, tearing through her body and making her shudder like crazy. Snake just let out a cry of “OH FUCK; THE WHORE’S CUMMING!” Then his cock exploded inside her, adding to the previous deposit.

Teri moaned and bubbled until she was pulled up gasping, weakly panting for breath. “Fuck that was good!” Snake panted appreciatively. “Who’s next?” That’s when she heard Tattoo Face eagerly blurt out, “I GET HER ASS!”

“NO!” she cried out in horror. “NOT MY ASS… ANYTHING BUT MY ASS!” Then two of the bikers switched places.

She felt a thick cock press against her anus until her sphincter gave way. When Teri screamed, Dean cruelly shoved her head back down into the bucket. A froth of bubbles billowed up as her ass was brutally violated.

Teri thrashed her head about in the bucket as they held onto her arms. She bubbled like crazy as she was anally raped. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around the thrusting cock inside her as she blew her breath away. But Dean wasn’t about to drown her and end her suffering… at least not yet anyway.

She was pulled back up, coughing and sputtering and whimpering before she was brutally submerged yet again. She could feel the cock raping her anal passage, and it hurt like hell. Teri screamed another froth of bubbles before Dean pulled her head back up.

“What’s the matter, whore; don’t you like it?” he laughed. Teri grunted and whimpered, her body rocking from the thrusts. Then the bearded one named Curly stepped forward right in front of her while still holding her wrist.

“No use letting a perfectly good mouth go to waste; eh, Dean?” he chuckled. Then he thrust his hardening member down her throat.

Teri was asphyxiated by a mouthful of man meat as Tattoo Face pounded her ass. After a few moments, Curly pulled his cock out of her mouth. That’s when Dean brutally slammed her head back down into the bucket for more bubbling and drowning, just for the sheer sadistic pleasure of it all.

She cried out in a flurry of bubbles as Tattoo Face let out a roar. Then she felt his seed pump deep into her bowels. It was so horrific being anally raped and drowned that she surprised herself by actually orgasming again.

Teri cried out, gurgling water as she grunted and bubbled. She was pulled back up out of the bucket, almost half-drowned. There was a dazed look in her eyes as Curly fucked her mouth again.

After several hard thrusts, he pulled out, leaving her panting like crazy. “Now that’s much better,” Dean observed with a cruel smile as he examined her features. “It looks like we’ve got most of that cum washed off your face. Now Joey here needs his cock cleaned.”

The man named Joey with the tattoo on his face suddenly came around front, thrusting his nasty smelling cock into her mouth. Teri was horrified, forced to taste her own ass as Joey fucked her mouth hard. Then she heard Curly gasp with delight as he moved around back and pressed his cock against her anal ring…

GAWD; NOT AGAIN???!!!

He suddenly rammed it in hard. She screamed into the cock in her mouth. Joey pulled out with a sadistic chuckle, leaving her wrinkling her nose in disgust at the taste.

“Need to wash your mouth out, bitch?” Dean asked with a laugh, shaking her head by a handful of hair. Then her head was shoved back down into the bucket.

Teri screamed again, bubbling like crazy as Curly fucked her ass hard. By then, Dean had gotten hard again. He pulled her out of the bucket long enough to fuck her face with his cock.

After many thrusts, he pulled out and shoved her head back down in the water. It seemed when he wasn’t raping her skull, he was trying to drown her in the janitor’s bucket while Curly worked to enlarge her anal passage with his thick member.

She was pulled back up out of the bucket, only to have Dean’s cock shoved back inside her mouth. Then she felt Curly slam his cock hard up her ass as he roared his release, adding his spunk to the gathering mixture. Teri let out a muffled scream into Dean’s cock as it filled her mouth until she suddenly got dizzy and passed out yet again…

—

Teri was groggy when she came back around. She hadn’t been out for very long. But when she awakened, she realized her situation had not improved.

She was lying naked in a heap on the floor of the stage, the four bikers circled around her. “How about another show, Dean?” Joey asked.

“Why not!” the apparent ringleader of the group agreed.

Teri was grabbed and pulled back to the stripper pole until she was on her knees with her back to it. The nylons returned around her throat. That’s when her eyes flew open in horror, and she managed to choke out a garbled “GAWD; NO!” before she started gasping and gurgling.

Snake went behind the bar, returning about a minute later with a couple of empty bottles. He brought them over, shoving the neck of the first one up into Teri’s pussy. Then he took the long-necked bottle he’d retrieved and gleefully forced it up her ass.

As Dean tightened the nylons into a garrote, Teri began writhing and gurgling, involuntarily fucking both bottles. The bikers watched and cheered until they started to get hard again. Then each one came up to take turns fucking her mouth once more.

Every time Teri started to pass out, it seemed that Dean recognized it and loosened the nylons around her throat. But she seldom got the air she truly needed, with cocks being continuously thrust down her throat. Then she would start to get dizzy again as Dean tightened the nylons around her neck once more.

“Hey, Dean!” Curly gasped excitedly. “What do you say we double-team the bitch?” Dean agreed by releasing his grip on the nylons. Teri toppled forward, coughing and gasping and whimpering as she rubbed her sore neck.

Thankfully, both bottles were pulled out of her holes, although none too gently. Teri was glad they were gone, as she could feel another embarrassing orgasm coming on. Then Curly laid himself out onto the floor on his back.

She was forced to climb aboard, sit on his cock and start riding him. Joey came up behind her. But he sadistically wrapped a plastic bag around her face he’d apparently found from seemingly out of nowhere.

Teri was asphyxiated again as her pussy began spasming involuntarily around Curly’s cock, much to the biker’s delight. “Hey, Joey!” he called out excitedly. “The bitch’s cunt is twitching again! Gawd, man; you’ve got to feel this!”

The bag loosened around her face until Teri could breathe again. Then Joey pushed her forward on top of the nasty smelling biker underneath her. The next thing she felt was the bastard trying to force his own cock inside her from behind… inside a hole that was already occupied.

GAWD NO; THEY’LL SPLIT ME OPEN!

She let out a scream as her pussy was double-violated. Then the bag tightened around her head again as Joey went back to his asphyxiation fun. Once more, Teri struggled to get a decent breath as the bag was pulled up tight against her face.

She started to get dizzy again, grunting weakly as two cocks ravaged her cunt! They were pounding her hole like crazy, not the least bit uncomfortable that their pricks were coming in contact with each other. Apparently, it was more fun for them to join in and try to split her wide open.

Teri tried to scream. But she could hardly get her breath with the bag clinging to her face, outlining the horror in her expression. She was breathless and dizzy as hell.

Her body was wracked with pain as they violated her tender hole. Then her eyes rolled as she started to pass out again. The last thought on her mind was amazement that her body was betraying her by cumming again so shamefully hard…

—

This time returning to consciousness was not the slow, gentle process she’d experienced previously. She was jarred awake the moment her ass was brutally impaled. Too exhausted to scream, Teri grunted as she awakened to Snake’s cruel face below her, his cock thrust deep in her ass as she was forced to ride him.

“Remember me, bitch?” he chuckled sinisterly. “Then I know you’re going to love this!”

Her eyes flew open as yet another cock tried to press into her anus from behind. Then she heard Dean’s cruel voice in her ear saying, “Two cocks are better than one; wouldn’t you agree?” That’s when Dean’s cock brutally forced its way in, joining Snake’s.

Teri’s eyes went wide in sheer agony. Then she found her voice, and she started to scream. It was abruptly cut off with an “URK!” as her nylons wrapped around her neck again, the ringleader of the bunch threatening to strangle the very life out of her.

“Remember these?” Dean hissed into her ear. Then the nylons tightened. Teri’s anal sphincter began spasming involuntarily as two cocks raped her anal passage.

She gawked and gurgled, amazed a human body could endure such agony. She was unbelievably wet, and she was ashamed how strangely aroused she was. But what was even more humiliating was the way her body betrayed her again. As Dean strangled her while he and Snake raped her ass, she suffered through another violent orgasm that sent her straight to unconsciousness…

—

When Teri awakened, she was weak all over and thoroughly exhausted. She was lying in a crumpled heap on the stage, cum slowly dribbling out of her cunt and ass. She was amazed she was still in one piece.

She listened intently, but she heard nothing. Maybe the bikers were gone. Then she opened her eyes and saw Dean kneeling there, smiling wickedly at her.

“The boys want one more show, honey,” he told her. “Let’s see if we can give ‘em one, shall we?” Then he hefted a white, nylon noose from behind his back.

Teri’s eyes flew open in horror. She tried to get to her feet, struggling to find the strength to get away. She cried out “NOOO!” as Dean looped the noose around her neck. Then she felt someone tying her hands behind her back with her own nylons.

There was a beam crossing the stage directly overhead, put there to help give the stripper pole some support. Teri cried out in horror as Dean threw the other end of the rope up and over. Then he grabbed the free end and gave her a nasty smile.

“Give us a good dance, bitch!” Then he pulled on his end of the rope.

Teri was lifted up into the air, her feet fluttering more than a foot away from the floor of the stage. Her eyes got big as saucers as she gawked and gurgled, her face flushing red. Then she found an energy reserve she never knew she had.

Her legs abruptly exploded underneath her. Then she began kicking like crazy. Teri grunted in anguish as her body swung wildly.

Joey helped Dean with the rope as the others watched, their slickened cocks starting to harden again. They whooped and hollered as the naked stripper swung back and forth, cum flying out of her cunt and ass. As far as they were concerned, this show was better than any pole dance.

Teri never knew it could hurt so bad. The agony was unbelievable. She was strangling to death by her own weight in the noose.

The more she kicked, the tighter the coil constricted around her throat. She broke into a sweat, perspiration flying as she twisted and swayed. Instinctively, her legs kept kicking and then peddling.

She needed to breathe; Teri was desperate to breathe. But she was hardly getting any air at all. Worse, she could see the bastards standing around watching her suffer while jerking on their damn pricks!

“Hey, Dean; let’s give her a flying fuck!” Snake suggested excitedly.

Before the group leader could give his consent, Snake walked right up to Teri as she swayed and twisted, her legs kicking feebly. He grabbed her thighs and centered his cock against her opening. Then he cruelly rammed it home, impaling her with his dick.

Teri’s eyes rolled as she gawked and gurgled. But she had enough presence of mind to wrap her legs around Snake’s waist. Amazingly, she was able to lift herself a little, enough at least to give her a little sliver of air.

“Damn; she’s fucking herself!” Snake gasped. “She’s really riding my cock just to gasp for breath!”

“Then let’s see if she can take two!” Curly added sadistically.

He came up behind her and immediately rammed his cock hard up Teri’s ass, causing her to jerk and gurgle. She was given a flying double-fuck. But the nylon coil still threatened to strangle the very life out of her body.

The two bikers rammed her holes hard as her face turned a deep shade of red. She kept gawking and gurgling, getting just enough air to keep from passing out. Teri suspected the bastards were going to kill her anyway. All she could do was pray they would just get on with it and end her suffering.

She suddenly felt an explosion of warmth up her cunt. At almost the same time, she felt the cock in her ass release its load. Then both bikers pulled out, leaving her swaying limp and lifeless.

She was too exhausted to fight anymore; she was nearly gone. Her face was rapidly turning a mottled purple. Her body was becoming numb.

Teri felt her bladder release. She was far too helpless to prevent it. It was shameful and degrading; she just wanted it all to end.

All of the sudden she jerked in the noose as the rope gave way. Then her body crumpled onto the floor of the stage, the nylon uncoiling from around her neck. She gasped and moaned, lying in her own urine as her lungs pulled fresh air into her lungs.

“Fucking hell!” Dean blurted out angrily. “I didn’t tie the damn thing right!”

“That’s ok, Dean!” Snake told him reassuringly. “I think the whore should die on the pole like the stripper-cunt she is!”

Teri didn’t resist as she was jerked none to gently back over to the pole on her knees. Her wrists were freed from her nylons, only to be retied once her arms were wrapped around the pole behind her. With her back to the pole, Dean took her remaining nylons and wrapped them around her neck, using them as a garrote one last time.

“Remember this, bitch?” he chuckled cruelly. “Any last words?”

Before she could rasp for breath, he began tightening the nylons around her neck. Teri felt that familiar agony return to her throat from having been strangled previously. Then she felt Curly sadistically shove the bottle back up her cunt, the same one that had been put there before.

She didn’t care they were doing the same thing to her once again. Then she felt him cruelly ram the other one with the longer neck back up her ass. Teri gawked and gurgled, her eyes wide.

Her face was turning red again as the nylons cut deep into her neck. “Last chance for a blowjob, boys!” Dean called out. The bikers came up one by one to thrust their hardening members into her mouth one last time.

Teri shuddered and gurgled as she tried to breathe. But this time Dean wasn’t giving her any respite. “Aw, the hell with it!” he declared, and he pulled as hard as he could before tying off the nylons to the pole.

Teri’s eyes bugged out as her body began bucking and jerking in its death throes. Her air had been totally cut off. Her pussy and ass involuntarily clenched furiously around the necks of the bottles shoved up her holes as she started to get dizzy.

Her face turned a deep shade of red as the bikers stroked their cocks while taking turns thrusting them in and out of her mouth. Once more, she felt it well up from somewhere deep inside her. Her mind told her she was dying, and that she was going to humiliate herself by orgasming one last time.

Teri experienced a warm explosion of pleasure that washed all through her body. Her face felt flush as her limbs went numb. Her struggles abruptly ceased as her tongue peeked out through her ruby red lips.

The last thing she felt was the splatter of more cum on her face, although she didn’t seem to care anymore. Then Teri… finally… felt nothing at all…

The bikers continued fucking the yielding mouth, taking turns spraying her face with their cum despite the fact she was no longer responsive. When she was thoroughly coated – and their sexual appetites sufficiently sated – they drunkenly made their way to the exit. They decided that Teri’s last show had been the best show ever…

—

The next morning, she was found kneeling with her back to the stripper pole by ‘Mr. Sleazeball’ himself. One half of her nylons were wrapped tight around her neck and the pole to garrote her. The other half were wrapped around her wrists, tying her arms behind her back.

As it turned out, the bikers weren’t very bright, at least not in their drunken condition. Their dried cum was found splattered all over Teri’s face. What’s more, there was more evidence that had accumulated inside the two bottles that were found with their openings shoved up the dead stripper’s holes.

It took less than a week to track them all down based on all the forensic evidence they’d foolishly left behind at the scene…

2012; 2022 (written at Teri’s request Sep 2 ’12; ed. Jul 9 ‘22 by riwa)

(Picture provided by Teri for illustration purposes.)

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She owed them – an Emma story 4 (27)

Posted on April 10, 2024 by riwa

Note: this is an older Emma story I thought you might enjoy reading.

Emma knew something was wrong when she heard the car door slam outside the three bedroom house she rented with two other female roommates. The slamming of a car door always meant that either Becky or Rhonda had gotten pissed off about something. But when she went into the living room and looked out the window, she knew this time it had to be bad. They’d been dropped off in a vehicle she didn’t recognize.

The two came in through the front door, grousing at each other. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” Rhonda sputtered furiously.

“Seriously?” Becky retorted in exasperation. “Are you going to keep bringing this up all fucking night?”

“What happened?” Emma asked in confusion. “Where’s your car?”

“The stupid bitch wrecked it!” Rhonda snorted, motioning at her roommate. “She still doesn’t know how to drive!”

“That old lady pulled right out in front of me!” Becky protested. “There was nothing I could do!”

“That’s just great!” her angry roommate responded. “So how the hell are we supposed to go clubbing tonight?”

Becky suddenly stopped and looked at her perturbed housemate. Then she looked over at Emma as a wicked smile began to blossom all over her face. “No problem, hun. I think we’ll just take Em’s car. Besides, she owes us.” Rhonda’s face instantly brightened as Emma’s clouded over.

“Oh HELL no!” the petite little Asian blurted out. “You’re not taking my car out tonight! I’m driving over to Edward’s house and picking him up to go to the bar!”

“I thought as much,” Rhonda snorted. “I see you’re all decked out in your hippie outfit, with those boots you bought with our money.”

“I told you I’d pay you back!”

“Yeah, but that was weeks ago!” Becky said with a wave of frustration. “You think you can get away with anything you want around here? Well not tonight, you little slut! You fucking OWE us! Edward will just have to wait to get his cock sucked! We’re taking your car to the club!”

“The hell you are!” But now Rhonda stood with her roommate to grin wickedly at their Asian housemate. Her anger over the wrecked car was subsiding as a new target presented itself.

“You owe us for sure, you little slut! It’s too bad Edward won’t see you in that slutty outfit tonight. I’ll bet you were going to gag on his cock like a good little whore too. That’s just too bad. Why don’t you go get her keys, Beck?”

“With pleasure.”

“Wait a minute!” Emma protested, stepping in front of her taller roommate. “You can’t just take my car without my permission! Why should I trust you with mine when you just wrecked yours?”

“Because you don’t have any choice in the matter,” Rhonda chuckled gleefully. Her anger over the wreck was gone, now that the two of them were focusing their attention on their smaller roommate. “Now go get those keys, Beck. We’re not missing the Club tonight.”

“NO!” Emma protested, standing defiantly in front of her roommates. Rhonda just grabbed her by the arms, pulling her out of the way while allowing Becky to step on by to retrieve the keys.

“Hey! You can’t do this! You’ve got no right!” She struggled in Rhonda’s arms as her other roommate went to her room and began rummaging around.

“We’ve got every right in the book!” Rhonda laughed. “You know you owe us. You were just going to go out and suck cock tonight anyway.”

“The slut just can’t get enough cock; can she?” Becky’s voice called out from Emma’s bedroom with a laugh.

“You get the hell out of my room, you bitch!” Emma began to struggle harder as Rhonda held onto her.

“I don’t think she wants us to take her car, Beck!”

A voice from the bedroom called back, “Then I think we’d better make sure she won’t have any need of her car tonight, don’t you think?”

Emma was indignant. “You bitches can’t do this to me!”

“We’ll do anything we damn well please!” Rhonda snorted.

“Let me go, you bitch!”

Emma strained enough to pull out of the grasp of her roommate. Then she ran toward her room, hoping to intercept the keys before Becky got her hands on them. But at that moment, Becky stepped out through the bedroom door, the keys held triumphantly in one hand while several coils of rope hung in the other.

Emma skidded to a halt in alarm, her eyes wide. “You WOULDN’T!” she blurted out in horror.

“You can’t drive anything if you can’t move your arms and legs,” Becky told her with wicked amusement.

Rhonda giggled as she came up behind the alarmed Asian. “Hello, Edward?” she said aloud as though making an imaginary phone call. “This is Rhonda. I’m sorry, but Emma won’t be able to make your date tonight. I’m afraid she’s a little tied up at the moment.” That just made Becky laugh.

Emma whirled to face her. “You bitch! You WOULDN’T!”

“The hell we would!” Becky called out as she approached. “Grab her, Rhonda! We’ll use that chair in the living room with the arms!”

“NOOO!” Emma tried to make a break for it. But Rhonda grabbed her arm.

The petite little Asian somehow managed to struggle free, only to have Becky tackle her to the ground with a laugh. “GET OFF ME!” Emma bellowed in fear and anger. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

“Sure we can,” Becky giggled. “After all; we need your car. Besides, you owe us, remember?”

“I don’t owe you bitches anything! And I don’t deserve this!”

Emma cried out, thrashing around in Becky’s grasp as Rhonda brought the chair over. “You’d better knock it off and let me go or you’re both going to be in so much trouble!”

“You’re the one who’s in trouble!” Rhonda retorted. “You’ve had this coming for a long time, you little slut!”

“Let me go – let me go! You’re going to pay for this!!”

“Get her, Rhonda! Put her in the chair! It serves her right!”

“IT DOES NOT! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU TWO BITCHES! I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut!”

Emma cried out in protest as the two wrestled her into the chair. Rhonda forced her to sit as Becky began tying her to the chair. Emma kept struggling as they secured her tightly with several coils of rope.

“LET ME GO – LET ME GO! YOU CAN’T TAKE MY CAR, DAMNIT! YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

“Shut up, you little bitch!”

“BECKY, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” That’s when her captor turned and grinned at her roommate.

“Why don’t you get something to shut her up, Rhonda? She likes cock, so I think that penis gag in her dresser drawer should work just fine, don’t you?”

Emma eyes flew open in horror, and she started shaking her head. Rhonda chuckled at her before heading off to her bedroom. Emma cried out, “NO – NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! STAY OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU BITCH! DON’T GO IN THERE!”

“But I thought you wanted to suck cock tonight,” Becky said in mock protest, grabbing Emma’s head by the chin and giving her a shake. “This way you can suck on one all night long. It just won’t belong to Edward is all.”

“NOO! LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU BITCHES GOT NO RIGHT TO TIE ME UP LIKE THIS!”

She gasped as Rhonda emerged through the doorway of her bedroom with a nasty grin, brandishing the wicked looking penis gag. Becky turned to look at her roommate and the gag before turning back to give Emma’s head another shake. “This ought to shut you up for awhile, you little slut!”

“No – NO! NOOO! YOU’VE GOT NO RIGHT!”

Rhonda came up to her, but Emma defiantly closed her mouth. “Open up, bitch!” she snarled at her bound roommate as Becky continued securing her to the chair. “Don’t be so stubborn! Besides, it’s not going to do you one damn bit of good!”

“BITCH!” Emma yelled. Rhonda just grabbed her head and forced the penis end hard between the struggling Asian’s teeth.

Emma let out a muffled cry as it was shoved in deep. It made her thrash about all the more. Rhonda just held it in place, strapping it on tight as Becky worked to tie each of Emma’s arms to each arm of the chair.

“MMMMMMMMPH! MMM-MMMMMMMPH!”

She talks too much, don’t you think?” Rhonda laughed. “This is fun. We should do this more often.”

“MMM-MMM! MMM-MMM!” Emma shook her head in anger and frustration, her body tingling like crazy in fearful eroticism.

Becky finished securely tying the Asian’s legs to the legs of the chair. Then she stepped back with a sigh of triumph, brushing her hands together for a job well done.

She and Rhonda stood there looking at their squirming roommate with intense satisfaction. “She looks pretty hot wriggling around like that,” Rhonda observed, her eyes flashing lustfully. “That hippie outfit and those slutty boots really look good on her. You think she’s wearing anything underneath those jeans?”

“Doubt it,” Becky giggled. “I’ll bet she went all commando down there.”

As if to confirm her suspicions, she deliberately reached down and rubbed Emma’s crotch. The Asian’s eyes flew open wide. Her struggles abruptly ceased as she started to writhe and moan helplessly.

“Oh she’s definitely naked under there,” Rhonda agreed. “Maybe the little whore was hoping for a little cock action before the night was over.”

“Is that true, Em?” Becky asked with an innocent smile as she rubbed her roommate’s crotch. “Were you hoping for a little cock tonight?” All Emma could do was writhe and moan as her eyes started to roll.

“Sorry we don’t have time to stay and play,” Rhonda chuckled, lifting up and displaying Emma’s keys Becky had set down while tying up her roommate. “But we’ve got a club to go visit tonight. Thanks for the use of your car, Em.”

Emma let out a muffled cry of protest. Becky stopped rubbing her crotch and stepped back. “So what do we do with her now?” she asked her partner in crime. “Do we just leave her out here in the living room?”

Rhonda looked all around and then smiled evilly. “No,” she answered. “I think we put the little slut in there and leave her.” Emma let out another muffled cry of horror as Rhonda pointed out the closet door behind her.

“Perfect!” Becky said with a laugh. “That’s just perfect!” She can be all alone in there and suck all the cock she wants to her little Asian delight.”

Emma cried out as her roommates got on either side of her chair and lifted her up. They carried her over to the closet and opened the door. There was just enough room to put the chair all the way inside.

Emma frantically shook her head. She didn’t want to end up in the closet! Her lungs were heaving, her heart pounding a mile a minute. What’s more, she had massive tingles hitting her hard from her captivity.

The girls put her inside the closet, chair and all. “Now don’t you go anywhere,” Becky chuckled at her. “You just enjoy that cock in your mouth, Em; ok? And if we happen to run into Edward tonight? We’ll give him your regrets. We’ll just tell him you got all tied up and couldn’t get away.”

She and Rhonda laughed at that as Emma let out another muffled cry of indignant protest. Then they closed the door on her. The only light coming through the crack below the closet door was the setting sun, its rays still streaming in through the front window.

Emma panted heavily for breath, her eyes trying to adjust to her surroundings. “You ok in there, Em?” Rhonda called out with a laugh. There was a muffled cry in response.

“Don’t worry, hun! When we come back, Becky and I are going to take care of you good and proper, ok? You’ve had a night like this coming for a long time now. After all, you owe us big time!”

“Thanks for the car, Em!” Becky added with a laugh. “You’re a good roommate to let us use it like this!” There was another muffled cry as they laughed before heading off to change into their clubbing attire.

Emma thrashed about, struggling to free herself. She listened intently, thinking the girls hadn’t left just yet. Surely they were just playing with her, and were going to free her any moment now.

She thought she heard giggles and the words “Bye – bye, bitch! Don’t wait up for us!” That’s when the front door slammed shut with a loud thump. Emma was left all alone in the house, tied up to the chair and stuffed into the closet.

She whimpered helplessly, wondering how long she was going to be all tied up in the closet… “MMMMMMMMPH!” She panted heavily, staring at the crack at the bottom of the door. She could tell it was getting dark outside.

The bitches hadn’t bothered leaving any lights on. Soon it would be dark inside the house. What’s more, no one would know she was all tied up in the closet.

“MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMPH!” Then she heard the distinct sound of her car engine. A moment later she thought it sounded like it was backing out of the drive. Then she heard it speed off.

Emma cried out in anger and frustration as she struggled in the chair. She even tried rocking in it. But the closet was very narrow.

She banged quietly against the walls, achieving nothing. The sound wasn’t nearly loud enough to alert anyone to her plight.

The securely bound Asian paused to catch her breath, forced to suck and swallow her own saliva from the penis gag in her mouth. Surely there had to be some way out of the predicament she found herself in. If only they hadn’t tied these damn ropes so tight!

All of the sudden she became aware of a quiet hum coming from somewhere nearby. A moment later she felt the floor vibrate the soles of her boots. It was the refrigerator’s compressor.

NOOO!

Emma’s eyes flew open in alarm as she began frantically wriggling her toes, trying to lift her feet up off the floor. But no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t elevate them up off the buzzing floor. Oh gawd; this was bad!

The frightened Asian whimpered and moaned as she tried one last time to free herself from the chair. She’d put herself in bondage many times before, and had always been able to get herself out of it. But this time Becky had tied her in good and tight. There was no way she was getting free without some sort of assistance.

The floor vibrations from the refrigerator were sensuously assaulting the soles of her feet. Emma whimpered helplessly as electric jolts entered her feet through her boots, shooting up her legs and settling in her crotch. That’s when realization fully set in…

She wasn’t getting loose on her own. She might very well be trapped in the closet for many hours to come…

The petite little Asian moaned as she was suddenly hit with a massive climax. Her eyes rolled as her hands flexed like crazy. Her toes wriggled and curled in her boots, her back arching as she shuddered hard in orgasm.

It took her breath away, and she almost passed out. Then it mercifully passed. Emma moaned weakly, slowly shaking her head. That’s when she became aware of the buzzing in the floor beneath her boots.

The refrigerator’s compressor was still going strong…

She whimpered as more electric fingers of eroticism crawled up her legs and settled in her crotch. She began wriggling again, causing the seam in her jeans to rub her kitty. She instantly regretted not putting on any panties.

She writhed and moaned, squirming helplessly as the sensations built up. She was going to pop off again, and she couldn’t stop it! By the time her roommates came back, there would be nothing left of her but a massive pile of goo!

…and then the compressor mercifully shut off…

Thank gawd!

Emma sagged weakly, thankful for the break. It was going to be a long night. She needed to do the best she could to conserve her strength. All she could do now was pray her roommates would change their minds and come back to set her free.

She tried not to wriggle around too much, struggling not to make any movements that might work against her. She was painfully aware of the seam of her jeans rubbing her crotch. Emma winced in agony. That had turned out to be a rather devastating decision, choosing to go commando simply because she wanted to get off while kneeling and sucking Edward’s cock.

She panted quietly, swallowing the saliva in her mouth she kept producing. It made her suck on that damned penis gag in her mouth all the more, and she moaned in frustration. Those bitches had really set her up but good!

She wasn’t sure how long it was before she heard the phone ring. She grunted in response as she heard the answering machine pick up. That’s when she heard Edward’s angry voice…

“Emma? Where the hell are you?? You were supposed to be here to pick me up forty minutes ago! Did you change your slut mind and decide to go to the Club with your roommates? Emma?? Emma, pick up! Emma, where are you??”

Emma began writhing in frustration and embarrassment, struggling anew to free herself. “I’M TIED UP IN THE CLOSET, EDWARD!” she tried to cry out at the phone. “THOSE BITCHES TIED ME UP, LEFT ME IN HERE AND TOOK MY CAR! IT’S NOT MY FAULT!”

“I’m going to assume something happened, Emma, ok? I’m coming over to the house, so don’t go anywhere. Maybe your car broke down or something, or maybe you had to go out for a second and will be coming right home. So don’t go anywhere, ok? I’m on my way.” Then the line went dead.

Oh, no! How was he going to be able to get inside the house, much less locate her in the closet and set her free?

Emma felt a terribly erotic surge of tingles wash through her body. She began to squirm yet again. Then she heard the compressor kick in again, causing the floor to start buzzing beneath her boots.

It hit her so fast she had no time to prepare herself. Her eyes rolled as her body shuddered from a second humiliating orgasm. This one seemed more powerful than the last.

Her hands flexed helplessly as her feet cocked and curled in her boots. Then it passed. She was left whimpering and moaning as the compressor continued to tease the soles of her feet.

She tried to ignore the sensations while trying not to think about what was happening to her. But it was virtually impossible, especially the way the seam in her jeans kept hitting her kitty just right. It wasn’t long until she was writhing and wriggling, moaning and whimpering as another orgasm threatened to overcome her.

She suddenly caught the sound of a car door closing. Emma cried out into the penis gag in her mouth. A few seconds later she heard a knock at the door… “Emma? Emma, you home?”

“MMMMMMPH! MMM-MMM-MMMMMMMPH!” She struggled like mad to free herself, crying out in an effort to be heard.

“Emma? Did you decide to blow me off tonight? I don’t see your car anywhere!”

“MMMMMMMPH! MMM-MMMMMPH! MMM-MMM-MMMMMMMMPH!”

“Damn you, Emma! I’m going to the bar! You’d damn well better be there when I arrive, or there’s going to be hell to pay!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMM-MMMMPH! MMM-MMMMMPH!” She frantically shook her head, frustrated she was unable to communicate her plight to him.

“I’ll be at the bar, you little slut! It’s up to you if you want to come see me or not!” Then she heard footsteps as he walked back to his car. She heard a car door slam, followed by a vehicle pulling away. That’s when she lost it again.

It shot up her legs, slamming hard into her kitty. Then she popped off yet again, her body surging with a hot wave of pleasure. Emma moaned weakly as her eyes rolled again.

She got dizzy as hell as her toes curled in her boots, her hands flexing weakly. But the compressor refused to stop. It mercilessly vibrated through the floor so that she felt it in the soles of her feet.

Emma eyes rolled as she was hit again by another devastating orgasm. This time she was battered senseless, and she mercifully passed out…
—
Emma had dozed off, only to have the compressor to the refrigerator kick in and vibrate the soles of her feet. She awakened writhing and whimpering, causing the seam in her jeans to rub her kitty relentlessly. Ultimately, another climax claimed her until she passed out from the intensity of her orgasm.

Unfortunately, the cycle kept repeating itself all night long…

She finally awakened to a bright light several hours later. The closet door was open. Her roommates were looking in on her, apparently having just returned from the club.

They smelled of alcohol. She moaned weakly as they giggled at what they saw. “Damn, Beck! She looks wiped out! Just look at her crotch! She’s soaked!”

Can you smell it?” Becky added with a laugh. “The little slut smells of sex!” Then she grinned at the dazed little Asian.

“Have you been having fun in here, Em?” Emma just moaned weakly in reply.

“Don’t go away,” Rhonda giggled. “I’ve got something for you, Em.”

She rushed off, only to return a couple minutes later with a Hitachi wand. “Oh fuck!” Becky chuckled. “Rhonda, that is so cruel!” Rhonda just laughed as she turned the wand on and pressed it up against Emma’s soaked crotch.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror. She tried to shake her head as her kitty was mercilessly buzzed through her jeans. She wriggled helplessly, the seam in her pants hitting her just right.

She tried to cry out in protest, struggling to communicate in some way that would make them stop. A moment later, the buzzing was too much. Her eyes rolled as her body shuddered in orgasm, her hands flexing helplessly as her feet curled in her boots.

“Fuck; that’s hot!” Becky gasped with delight. “Just look at her cum! The slut loves it! Here, let me have a turn!”

Emma tried to shake her head… “Gawd, no! Make it stop!” That’s when the compressor kicked in with perfect timing. Becky cruelly vibrated her soaked crotch using the Hitachi wand until she popped off yet again.

Emma’s eyes rolled as her back arched in orgasm. Her senses overloaded until she passed out, slumping in the chair. Her roommates giggled at how erotic the whole damn thing was.

Emma barely remembered waking up as her two wicked roommates freed her from the chair. She remembered them saying something about her needing to get all cleaned up. Then she was vaguely aware of a bath being drawn for her.

She was stripped out of her clothes and then dumped rather unceremoniously into the bathtub. Her two roommates began scrubbing her down with sponges. But they couldn’t resist having a little more fun with her as they started dunking her.

Emma cried out, bubbling weakly as they forced her head under time and time again. “You fucking deserve this, you little slut!” Becky laughed as she pushed down on the writhing body of her unfortunate roommate. Emma cried out a froth of bubbles as the eroticism of her forced bath overcame her in another devastating climax.

Rhonda and Becky took turns giving her a good dunking as they sponged her down. Emma was too weak to resist. She kept going under in a flurry of bubbles. It finally became too much for her to handle, and she orgasmed again until she passed out.

Her roommates finally relented by helping her out of the bath and drying her off. Then they took her to her room and put her to bed. In seconds Emma drifted off, her body sexually exhausted.

Rhonda and Becky concluded that it had been loads of fun tying up and torturing their roommate into cumming over and over again. They decided they just might have to do it again in the very near future…

2012; 2022 (written for “Emma” Mar 21 ’12; ed. Jul 21 ‘22 by riwa)

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You do mine and I’ll do yours 4.3 (39)

Posted on April 5, 2024 by riwa

Note: This is a re-edited story that is ten years old.

Dave and I are avid scuba divers. We enjoy going out on the weekends and sometimes during the week. But lately our nagging wives have made it easy for us to want to get together a little more often.

My Marcia is a pretty hot looking babe. But over the past few years, she has become a nag and a narcissist. It’s always about her needs.

She always complains when I want to go diving with Dave. It doesn’t matter how hard I work to contribute to her extravagant lifestyle. She’d rather I quit diving altogether and spend time with her doing things that bore the shit out of me.

The funny thing is: I hear the same complaints from Dave about his wife Betty. So we often complain about our spouses. It doesn’t help that the bitches are good friends.

They often go out together on wild shopping sprees to spend our hard earned money. But they’re not happy whenever we want to go diving. They even complain when they’re not at home and our time should be all to ourselves.

One weekend we were out on the boat in the Keys diving our favorite location. Our wives had gone on a weekend trip to New York City. It was easy to imagine how much money they were going to spend.

We had no illusions as to whether or not they’d be faithful while they were in the Big Apple. We already had our suspicions. There was a lot of circumstantial evidence, but no solid proof.

We surfaced from a particularly enjoyable dive on a reef. There were some rather tricky caverns and tunnels we’d navigated. That’s when Dave disgustedly tossed his fins upon the deck of the boat.

“I wish Betty would get stuck down there and run out of air. She got scuba certified several years ago. But now she won’t even come diving with me!”

“Marcia’s the same way,” I sighed heavily. “She loved diving when we were first going out. Now she says it ‘messes up her hair’!” Then I made a mocking motion of running my hand over my head before rolling my eyes in disgust.

Dave chuckled. “Could you imagine Marcia and Betty getting stuck down there and running out of air? They might not be found for weeks… maybe even months.”

“We’d never get ‘em down there,” I responded dryly.

Dave laughed in agreement. “You’re right about that, buddy,” he said as he shook his head while unstrapping his dive gear. “We’d be lucky just to get ‘em onto the boat.”

“I doubt they’d get into the water,” I responded. “We’d have to toss them overboard. That would really piss them off.”

“Then what?” he asked. “What would we do then? Pull ‘em down to the depths in our scuba gear?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” I asked with a knowing smile. “We could hold onto ‘em in great big bear hugs while waiting for the bubbles.”

“Or hold onto an ankle and pull ‘em down until their lungs exploded. Now that’s a mental image I can get into!”

“I bet you’d love doing that to Betty,” I laughed. “That would sure show her!”

“And of course you would probably enjoy doing Marcia,” he chuckled. “I can just see you holding her under and drowning her ass!”

“Yeah,” I nodded half-heartedly. “Drowning that bitch would sure serve her right.” But I was already contemplating how I probably couldn’t go through with it, even though the idea was tempting as hell.

“Yeah,” Dave added. Then he sighed heavily. “If wishes were fishes I suppose.” If he was anything like me, then he wouldn’t have the heart to drown his Betty.

“Drown ‘em both, then stuff ‘em in that narrow cavern,” I mused thoughtfully. “We could make it look like they got stuck and ran out of air or something. Now that would sure be nice!”

“That would certainly simplify my life a great deal,” Dave sighed wistfully. “But you know us… cowards to the core.”

“That’s us,” I agreed, sighing regretfully. “I suppose you would have to do mine and I would have to do yours.”

He sat there nodding his head. Then he suddenly jolted upright. He looked at me as though it had just hit him like a bolt from out of the blue.

“Jack? You don’t suppose…?”

“Suppose what?”

“You don’t suppose we could actually do it, could we?”

“Do what?”

“You do mine and I’ll do yours?”

I looked at him for a long moment. I knew I couldn’t off my wife. But could I off his while he did mine? The way he returned my gaze made me realize he was actually considering it.

—

It took a couple weeks of wining, dining and bribing our wives to get them to come out on the boat with us. We had to spend a hell of a lot of money on them just to get them to even consider the idea. We told them Dave and I would be the only ones scuba diving while they stayed on the boat and worked on their tans. So they agreed.

On the weekend of the outing, Dave and I rented a nice cabin cruiser with a couple of beds down below. We told the wives it would be our way of stoking the romantic fires, so to speak. That way the girls would still be allowed to sort of stick together.

Just to make sure, we brought along plenty of alcohol. We both knew Betty and Marcia were vulnerable to the strong drink. It significantly dropped their inhibitions, making them much more willing to do just about anything.

We got them on board. Then we watched while they stripped down into a couple of skimpy, yet incredibly expensive bikinis. Personally I think they wanted to show off to anyone who crossed our bow.

We responded by liquoring them up early. That way, they wouldn’t suspect a thing. Then Dave and I made our final plans as we piloted the boat out into open water.

We came to an agreement. He would get into his scuba gear first and drown my wife. Then I would gear up, get into the water and drown his. We also agreed that if the women got drunk enough, anything else was permissible.

You see, in the past we actually considered doing a little wife-swapping. But neither of us ever had the balls to make it happen, although I suspect the women would have been willing. Tonight was going to be different.

Dave’s wife is pretty hot. And he once admitted to having fantasies about mine. It was understood anything was possible once the opportunity presented itself.

After a while, we reached our first location and dropped anchor. Dave and I eagerly geared up. As usual, the women were already starting to nag us.

At first, it was the sun. Then it was the heat. It was even suggested we turn the boat around and head back so they could go shopping at the marina.

Dave and I had seen it before. We would put in the effort, and the ladies would shoot it down just for spite. I think they enjoyed poking the bear, so to speak. But this time we made sure the liquor flowed freely until they became less enthusiastic about heading right back.

We went over the side in our scuba gear. Dave and I enjoyed ourselves in the peace and quiet of the depths for about an hour. Then we climbed aboard.

Our wives were well liquored up and feeling no pain. Amazingly, we got them to take off those bikinis. We even managed to talk them into jumping into the water with us.

I could tell right away that Betty was into me. We swam around together until she playfully pulled my trunks down. She brazenly groped my cock and balls, even though we were not alone.

Nearby, I could see Marcia and Dave laughing and having fun while hugging each other. But I’d long since gotten used to the rumors of her infidelity. Strangely, it didn’t bother me seeing her so frisky with Dave. Besides, she and Betty were destined to go straight to the bottom of the ocean.

After our fun and frolic, we climbed back onboard. Then we motored off to this one particular reef we had in mind. There were other boats out on the water, and our naked wives waved and flirted with anyone they saw who caught their fancy.

Dave and I had no illusions as to Betty and Marcia’s faithfulness once they got rip-roaring drunk. So we kept them on a tight leash until all the other boats had left. They both complained we were spoiling their fun. We just pumped a few more drinks into them until they mellowed out.

We finally went back into the water for a second swim, even though it was getting late in the day. Betty came on to me harder than ever. So she and I swam over to the other side of the boat for some ‘alone time’.

From the way Dave talked about her, it shouldn’t have surprised me how aggressive she was. She playfully jerked my cock a few times, grabbing my balls in the process. Then she took a deep breath and submerged to blow me underwater.

Marcia had long ago stopped blowing me, mostly because she claimed it wasn’t ladylike. I think it was just her way of controlling how much sex I got. I also think she found it distasteful having to get on her knees and service me. But I couldn’t help wondering how many other guys she might have willingly gotten on her knees for over the years.

Betty was drunk as a skunk, and more than eager. Bubbles poured out of her mouth until she had to come up for air a couple of times. But that didn’t bother her in the slightest.

She drunkenly told me she wanted me to cum in her mouth. She said it would be “sho hawwt”. Then she took another deep breath before she went back down.

It occurred to me how easy it would be for me to drown her right then and there in her drunken state. But we wanted to wait until morning. We also wanted our bitch wives to be sober enough to be aware of what we were doing to them when the fateful moment arrived. So I just settled in on getting a hot, underwater blowjob.

She tried her best. But she couldn’t hold her breath long enough for me to cum in her mouth. When she surfaced, she simply climbed into my lap.

She reached back and grabbed my cock, centering it on her cunt. She impaled herself upon it, gasping and moaning excitedly. She drunkenly cried out, “Fuhck me, Shaack! I’ve alwaysh wahnted you to fuhck mee!”

She pulled me underwater. Then she started riding me hard. She was nice and tight.

It felt amazing having a woman who eagerly wanted me to fuck her for a change. So I let her have it nice and hard. She grunted and bubbled as I really rammed it into her.

She even let out a bubbly, “FUHCK MEE, SHAACK!” Then she screamed a bubbly orgasm. I went off deep inside her, enjoying every second of the encounter.

We swam over to the side of the boat. I climbed up to see if Marcia and Dave were back on board. But I didn’t see them anywhere.

Betty pulled me back into the sea with her. She begged me to eat her out. So I took a deep breath and slipped under the surface.

I mashed my face into her cunt. She was nice and wet. What’s more, she had a good, sexy taste to her.

I figured she wasn’t going to live through tomorrow anyway. So why not be nice to her today? It would only be fair, being as how I would be drowning her in the morning.

She started to cry out over how good it felt. So I pulled her under with me. She grunted and bubbled, twisting and turning as I licked her out.

She experienced another bubbly orgasm. It made me feel like a man again, bringing such pleasure to a woman. Besides, Marcia had long ago stopped responding to me sexually.

The sun went down, so we both climbed aboard. She wanted to go right to bed. I was going to put her in Dave’s room, but she told me she wanted to sleep with me instead. Besides, a quick look around revealed Dave was already in my room with Marcia.

I gave Betty a few more drinks. Then I took her to bed. She was a sloppy drunk, but we fucked like rabbits.

In the adjacent cabin I heard Marcia cry out her excitement with Dave as they fucked each other. So I made sure Betty got it good and hard. We both finally fell asleep, all fucked out.

Dave woke me up bright and early the next morning. We quietly went up on deck. He geared up first, telling me all about his night with my wife.

“She’s a whore, Jack; a fucking whore! She told me all about several of the trips they had taken together and how they found boy-toys while they were gone. All that liquor really loosened her tongue. Now I’m really looking forward to drowning the both of them!”

I smiled at him as I told him, “That’s great!” I thought I would feel worse once he told me he’d fucked my wife, Instead, I was all turned on thinking about drowning his Betty.

“It’s still on,” I told him. “You do mine and I’ll do yours. Those bitches are about to bubble their last!”

He nodded eagerly as he slipped over the side of the boat. I went into our cabin and got my wife out of bed. The room smelled of sex and booze.

She was really hung over. She actually looked a little guilty. She even slipped on a pair of lacy panties as though she didn’t want me to see what she’d done with her cunt the night before.

She struggled, but she couldn’t quite seem to figure out how to get back into her bra. She finally waved it off, probably figuring I had seen her topless so enough that it didn’t make any difference. Then she grabbed me and breathed the words “Black coffee!” into my face.

I hauled her up on deck, telling her we should enjoy the morning sun together. She wanted to know where Dave and Betty were. I told her I didn’t know.

I asked if she enjoyed herself the night before. She said, “I don’t remember much about last night.”

She winced and lowered her head a little. Was she finally developing a conscience? I thought, ‘It’s a little too late for that, bitch!’ Besides, Dave was already in his gear waiting for her to hit the water.

I told her, “Well, I remember a little more than you do.” Then I allowed a hint of anger in my voice as I reminded her, “I thought this was going to be a romantic getaway.”

She actually apologized; it was kind of surprising. Maybe she felt guilty. Or maybe fucking her best friend’s husband was a line she hadn’t planned on crossing drunk or sober.

I began to get hard imagining her drowning bubbles once Dave got to have the last of his fun with her. So I decided to try guilting her into sucking my cock one last time. “How about an apology blowjob? Maybe it will wash away that nasty taste out of your mouth from last night.”

I dropped my shorts, revealing my developing erection. She looked at me and winced in dismay. I just shook my head, deciding to play one last card…

“I can’t believe it! All our troubles, you act all disgusted… and seeing your body still gets me hard. Damn!”

It caught her totally by surprise. She appeared to soften a little. Then she slowly dropped to her knees.

I could tell she thought this was beneath her. Maybe she felt forced to acknowledge the compliment. She actually cupped my balls before taking me into her mouth.

She gave me a seductive look as she bobbed up and down on my dick, taking me deeper and deeper. I could tell she had one hell of a headache from the night before. But she did try to give it her all. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a better blowjob from her than that last one.

She actually deep-throated me, giving my cock one hell of a sucking that Betty’s mouth could not even begin to rival. Then I felt my balls start to swell. She recognized the moment and tried to pull away.

I had already decided… “Not this time, bitch!” I grabbed the back of her head. Then I fucked her face nice and hard.

She grunted and struggled. But she had no leverage and couldn’t get away. Then I got this mental image of her grunting and struggling as she drowned in Dave’s grasp. That’s what set me off.

She let out a muffled cry as I filled her mouth with spunk. I rammed her face good and hard, forcing her to swallow most of it. When I finally pulled out, she had cum on her lips.

Marcia quickly reverted back to form. “You BASTARD!!” she blurted out as she stood up. “You fucking BASTARD!! Now where the hell’s my fucking COFFEE?”

“It’s over the side, bitch.” Then I put my hands on her tits and gave her a push.

She went over backward, screaming obscenities at me. Then she hit the water with a splash. She came up sputtering, telling me all sorts of vile things.

She let out one last cry of surprise as she was jerked downward. The water was crystal clear. Dave had his hands wrapped around her legs and was pulling her down.

She twisted and struggled, losing massive bursts of air. She tried to push him away. But he appeared to have a good grip on her.

I don’t think Marcia was ready to hold her breath so early in the morning, not with that kind of hangover. Almost immediately I saw a huge eruption of bubbles. Then I saw Dave pull her panties down.

I stood there mesmerized as he slid into my wife’s cunt, giving her one last fuck. Maybe I should have been upset about it. But I wasn’t. I figured it was only fitting that a whore like her got some cock one last time.

It wasn’t long until it looked like she was lifeless in his grasp. They kept descending until it got harder to separate their shapes from the ocean bottom. A few more bubbles came up. But I suspect that was from the scuba gear more than anything else.

I watched as a lone figure rose up a couple minutes later. I saw it was Dave. He was shedding his dive gear.

As he reached the boat, I dove into the water and swam over to him. He took his tank off and helped me into it. He made sure I got the weight belt on before giving me a pat on the shoulder.

“Flooded lungs, buddy,” he reassured me. “That and with the pressure down there? She’s not coming back up.”

I smiled back at him as I told him, “Good. Serves the bitch right.”

“I heard everything,” he told me as we tread water in a relatively calm sea. “I hope you don’t mind. I just couldn’t help myself. So I finished her off by fucking the last of the air out of her lungs.”

“She had such a shocked look in her eyes, Jack. As far as I’m concerned? She fucking deserved it. Now wait right here while I go fetch Betty.”

He climbed aboard and then looked down at me all geared up and naked. “I don’t care what you do to her, Jack. Just make sure you drown the bitch.” Then he disappeared.

I waited patiently in the water. But I started having second thoughts as the minutes ticked by. What the hell were we thinking drowning our wives like this??

I heard angry voices coming up on deck. They were obviously in the midst of a major argument. I shook my head as I got ready.

“…BECAUSE YOU GOT DRUNK AND FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND, THAT’S WHY!”

“HE’S MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU’LL EVER BE! HEY MARCIA? WHERE THE HELL IS MARCIA? WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO COME OUT HERE ON A TRIP WITH YOU BASTARDS! MARCIA? LET’S MAKE ‘EM TAKE US BACK TO THE MARINA!”

I put the reg in my mouth, adjusted the dive mask over my face, and then prepared to make my move. Their argument was convincing me more than ever. What we were doing was the right thing to do.

I heard Dave’s voice up on the boat. “YOU WANT TO SEE MARCIA, YOU BITCH? FINE! I’LL FUCKING SHOW YOU WHERE MARCIA IS!”

I heard a scream, just as I submerged with a burble. Betty came flying over the side. Then she hit the water with a splash.

She popped back up, sputtering and cursing. She barely got out the words, “YOU FUCKING BA-!” Then I pulled her under with me. That was the last air she ever tasted.

She was in a robe as I pulled her down. I scrambled to pull it off her shoulders. She bubbled in alarm as she fought with me, causing my cock to stiffen right up.

I couldn’t help pressing it up against her as we wrestled underwater. There was a look of sheer panic in her expression. I found it disturbingly intoxicating.

I remembered Dave’s words about making sure to enjoy her. So I grabbed for her panties. Then I pulled them down her legs.

There was a little adjustment of her body as she struggled against me. My erection finally found her slit. I eagerly forced it right in.

Her eyes flew open in horror as she glubbed her shock. Then she coughed and gurgled as her chest started heaving against mine. Her cunt spasmed wonderfully around my shaft as she started to drown.

I gave her a good fucking as I squeezed her magnificent tits. It felt amazing feeling her drown in my grasp. Her cunt furiously clenched around my cock as though she was milking me for all she was worth.

She shuddered as she went limp in my grasp. I pumped her cunt hard as I looked into her eyes. Amazingly I could still detect some life there.

I pushed into her stomach again and again, forcing out the last of her air. She spasmed around my cock one last time. I emptied myself inside her until my cum leaked out of her juicy twat.

The shock and horror were still in her eyes as though she had fully experienced it all. Then her eyelids drooped. That’s when I realized I had just witnessed her passing. It was amazing to behold… and incredibly erotic.

I took her down until we reached the bottom. I found Marcia down there waiting for us. There was a similar look of tired horror in her expression.

I placed Betty right next to her. I figured the bitches might as well hang out together while feeding the fishes. Then I headed back to the surface where Dave was waiting for me up on the boat.

“Well?” he asked when my head popped up. “How was it, Jack?”

“Incredible!” Then I smiled as I asked, “Permission to come aboard so we can coordinate our stories to the coast guard?”

“Permission granted!” he laughed.

He gave me a hand and helped me up out of the water. Even with the gear on my back, I felt strangely lighter. It was as though weights had been lifted from our shoulders now that our bitches were lying dead on the ocean floor…

2014; 2021 (written Mar 1 ’14; ed. Mar 28 ’21 by riwa. Idea inspired by rncarp)

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Bonus story: The bogs of Dartmoor 3.8 (13)

Posted on March 30, 2024 by riwa

Note: This is an edited repost of a story I did for Dorothy many years ago. This was a fantasy of hers. Sadly, I’ve not heard from her in a few years.

Brian didn’t really know why he was prowling the bogs of Dartmoor. It was as if something had called to him, pulling him to make the drive to south Devon, England. Now he wished he’d obeyed his gut instinct to stay the hell away.

He was in a bog up to his neck, having stumbled in… or had he been pushed? He was a little foggy on that one. But there was no one around for miles. He’d hollered out in vain as his struggles took him deeper.

If only that lass Dorothy were out here! He’d seen her posts on a certain fetish forum how she’d been known to come out and wander the bogs at night. If he was damned lucky she might just show up at any moment and rescue him. But right now there was no one around.

He cried out as he slowly sank deeper while hyperventilating like crazy. If he was going to die, he would certainly have preferred some other method. Having a heart attack while shagging some lovely British bird certainly came to mind. But it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen.

Panic set in as he settled deeper, forcing him to tip his head back. Fear made him start to grunt and cry out as the bog inexorably pulled him down. The smelly material seemed possessive, as though determined to claim his life.

Soon his mouth slipped under the surface, leaving him snorting frantically through his nose. Then his eyes got big as saucers as an apparition suddenly appeared right in front of him. It was a wispy specter in the form of a woman with blonde hair.

“Don’t worry, love,” it said soothingly to him. “I’ve read your mind. I have summoned her as well. I promise she’ll be joining you shortly, although she doesn’t know it yet.” Then it smiled at him, a gruesome smile that made him frightened over this strange ethereal being.

His eyes flew open in horror, not wanting some innocent young thing to follow in his footsteps. Then he felt the bog begin to pull him down ever faster. He snorted a big breath through his nose before it too became submerged, leaving only his eyes and forehead above the rancid material.

The ghostly vision stretched an arm out to him, palm down. Brian instinctively shook his head, his lungs beginning to heave. Then the specter brought the arm down as though wanting to force him down below the surface.

…and then Brian was completely submerged within the darkness of the bog…

The surface rippled, evidence of a panicked struggle for life just below. There was a massive eruption of bubbles, a set of lungs having just emptied themselves. The surface rippled again as though something was desperately trying to break out. Then it settled into the quietness of the night.

The apparition smiled down at the quiet bog. The words “She will be joining you shortly” seemed to echo softly on the wind. Then the specter rippled until it faded away into the night…
—
Dorothy Curtis felt uneasy as she slowly walked amidst the bogs of Dartmoor. She usually enjoyed coming out here to meditate and genuflect. But tonight was different. She’d been uncomfortable ever since she’d gotten that urge and had driven out here.

She’d seen the other car off in the distance. Dorothy assumed lovers might be out walking the marsh together, the silly fools. She hoped they were being careful.

There wasn’t a soul in sight. She wondered where they could have gotten off to. She hoped they had not met with a tragic accident.

Maybe it was another woman like her, out roaming the bog while deep in thought. Maybe someone had come out here and had run out of petrol. At any rate, she wasn’t certain she was all that comfortable being out here, not on a night like this. But for some reason she felt compelled to be here.

She felt a sudden shove in her back. Dorothy pitched forward, the ground giving way in front of her. The next thing she knew she was in it up to her crotch.

“Bloody hell!” she cried out, whirling to see who had pushed her in. But there was no one there. She was all alone.

Had she slipped? Lost her footing? It didn’t seem likely. Yet here she was, right in the middle of a smelly mess!

She gingerly tested her footing. Then she tried to head out the way she’d come in. That’s when she felt something clutch at her ankles as though holding her in place.

She pulled anxiously, panting heavily for breath. But she could not extricate herself.

She shook her head in exasperation. “What did you do to yourself, you silly, stupid bitch? They’re just stupid fantasies, you know! You really didn’t want to end up in one, did you? This is a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into!”

She struggled with her footing, trying to pull herself free of whatever it was that seemed to be clutching at her ankles. But that just made her sink a little deeper. She gasped in alarm as she went perfectly still, hoping she wouldn’t sink any deeper.

“Ok, ok,” she said to herself, panting heavily. “Think, damn you! You got yourself into this! So you can bloody well get yourself out! Besides, most of these bogs aren’t deep at all. It’s just a matter of walking out is all.”

She carefully worked a foot free. Dorothy moved it in the direction she’d fallen in, concluding she must have accidentally tumbled in. But when she put her foot down while searching for solid ground underneath her, it sank even deeper. Bloody hell!

All of the sudden she saw him standing there. She knew he hadn’t been standing there a moment ago! No matter; at least she was saved!

“Hey!” she cried out, reaching out toward him as her face flushed red with embarrassment. “I fell in and I can’t bloody seem to get myself out. It’s a good thing you came by when you did. Would you help a silly bitch out of her predicament here?”

“Remove the dress.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Remove the dress.”

She hadn’t seen his lips move and it gave her the creeps. But it was kind of dark out. Maybe she was imagining things.

“You want me to remove my dress? You’re bloody kidding me; right, love??”

“Remove the dress.”

“But it’s bloody cold out here! Get me out, damn you!”

She struggled in place, only to slip a little deeper. Now she could feel the surface of the muck approaching her breasts. Dorothy began hyperventilating as her panic swelled within her.

“Remove the dress.”

She frowned at him, wincing over such an incredible demand. Damn! If that was what it was going to take to get her out, she’d better stop dilly-dallying!

Ok, so she’d consent to giving him an eyeful if that’s what he wanted. The dress was ruined anyway. Just so long as he pulled her out.

Dorothy grunted as she pulled it up over her head. She was embarrassed as hell. Strange how she hadn’t bothered to wear anything underneath this night. Was she crazy??

The guy looked at her with amusement. He was acting very strange. She had the distinct impression he knew all along she’d gone commando. So long as he helped her out.

“Satisfied, love?” she said in disgust as she threw it over onto dry ground. He just looked at her impassively.

“You want to get me out of here now? It’s bloody cold in here. I’m stuck in it up to my headlights!”

The surface of the bog was now climbing up her heaving, glistening mounds. Her nipples had become shamefully erect. Dorothy felt a perverse excitement at her predicament.

Her mind suddenly drifted to a post she’d submitted at a fetish website. She’d responded to another person who’d gotten her all worked up over the Bogs of Dartmoor. She trembled fearfully as she thought about what she’d written in response.

The man standing in front of her smiled. It was an evil smile that made her blood run cold. “It shall be done.”

The words seemed to carry softly on the breeze. She was sure his lips had not moved. Then to her utter astonishment, the man vanished right before her startled eyes.

Dorothy let out a yelp of shock as her hands swung around in front of her. A set of manacles had attached to her wrists from out of nowhere. What the bloody hell??

She screamed as the man reappeared. This time he was right there with her in the bog. He was totally naked, a set of handcuffs in his hand. What the bloody hell??

She screamed as he stepped right up to her. He pressed his naked body up against her. Then he pulled her cuffed arms down around his back.

She felt warm flesh. Yet she was strangely terrified. Then he wrapped his arms around her.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING??” she cried out as he cuffed his wrists behind her back. He simply smiled at her.

Her mind tried to process what had just happened. But it made no sense to her. She was trapped in a bog, only this bloody sod was handcuffed to her body! Now they were going to go down together.

“No!! No!! Wait!! You can’t!!”

She was in it up to her shoulders now. And he was in it with her! He did not seem frightened or panicked. That’s what scared her most of all.

She frantically bent her head back as he moved his mouth toward hers. Then his lips were upon hers. They were cold, and she tried to scream.

Dorothy couldn’t get away. And she couldn’t sever the kiss either. Her eyes were open as she was forced to kiss against her will.

Dorothy suddenly screamed into his mouth. Two apparitions had just appeared behind her companion. It was a man and a woman, both of them holding hands.

In a flash she remembered the newspaper article. Two lovebirds had come to south Devon and had disappeared. They were believed to be the ghosts of the Dartmoor bogs.

Dorothy watched in horror as the two specters stretched out their free arms toward her, palms presented downward. Then they both motioned together… “Down!” At that moment she felt something penetrate her womanhood down in the bog.

Dorothy screamed into the mouth of the specter that was still kissing her. Surely he had to be a ghost. There was no other explanation for it.

At the same time she felt something thrust in and out of her as they both started to go down together. It felt like he’d penetrated her womanhood. Was he fucking her as they slowly sank into the smelly bog??

No! NO!! NOOOO!

The surface slowly rose up her neck to her chin. It flowed around her pursed lips. She continued to sink until it reached her nose.

With a scream of horror she frantically inhaled through her nostrils. Then they too were submerged, leaving only her eyes above the surface. The last thing she saw was the ghostly duo staring at her, motioning for her to go down to her doom.

Her eyes were flooded with the muck of the marsh as she sank downward. She frantically closed them as she tried to hold her breath. Then Dorothy began to thrash about in horror.

She screamed into the mouth of the apparition still kissing her. At the same time she felt something thrusting into her pussy. It was inconceivable!

Her lungs began to heave as she struggled to hold her breath. She was totally submerged, sinking deeper and deeper with this murderous ghost still handcuffed to her. It would only be a few seconds before her lungs gave out.

“WAKE UP, YOU SILLY, STUPID BITCH! YOU’RE HAVING A NIGHTMARE!” But she did not awaken.

Her lungs gave out in a huge burst of bubbles. Dorothy snorted bog water through her nostrils. That’s when the kiss abruptly stopped.

The mouth pulled away from her lips as she coughed up bubbles. The sensation of cuffs on her wrists ceased. He was no longer right there with her. But it still felt as though he was deep inside her.

Dorothy let out a bubbly cry as she started to drown. She gurgled as she thrashed about under the surface of the bog. A moment later she felt certain she could feel hot cum spurting into her cunt, although her rational mind could not explain how. It triggered a devastating orgasm within her as she fought in vain underneath the surface, thrashing about to free herself.

Her mind screamed “BLOODY HELL; I’M REALLY DROWNING!” Her body convulsed painfully. She could not stop cumming amidst the cruel agony of swallowing tons of bog water.

Up at the surface the two apparitions stood hand in hand. They appreciatively observed the heaving surface of the bog. It rippled with great animation from the struggle underneath.

Bubbles burst up as the marshy covering undulated from the action below. There was a sudden final burst of bubbles as the bog belched up its secret. Then the surface grew still.

The two specters looked down at the bog before turning to face each other. Their lips met before they began to shimmer out of existence. The words “Now we are together, my love” seemed to carry softly on the breeze as silence returned…

The next day two abandoned vehicles would be discovered. A woman’s dress lay out on dry ground as though someone had stepped into a bog and then taken it off above her head. But no answers or explanations would be forthcoming.

The authorities later received two missing persons’ reports from the sister of a woman and the mother of a man. They were able to identify the two abandoned vehicles. But the bodies were never recovered. The two individuals were never seen or heard from again, more victims of the Bogs of Dartmoor.

2012; 2020 (written for Brian and Dorothy Feb 28 ’12; ed. Sep 25 ’20 by riwa)

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Mom’s favorite 4.4 (32)

Posted on March 30, 2024 by riwa

That blonde bimbo always was mom’s favorite. She was also a ditz as well as an incurable slut. But she was destined to inherit 50% of the assets once mom keeled over from her impending heart attack. So Selena and I went to work on her.

First, we got her all liquored up. Then we brought out her sex toys. We tied her arms off so she couldn’t stop us. Then we began fucking her with them.

At first she begged us to stop. Then she begged us not to. When we turned her hands loose she willingly fucked herself with her own toys, the stupid slut.

Next we got that pink scarf she’s always wearing. It’s her favorite; she flashes it everywhere. Mom loves it too, but Selena and I just hate it. So we decided to put it to good use.

We wrapped it around her neck while she was fucking herself with her buzzing vibrator. “This should feel good,” I whispered seductively into her ear. The more we pulled, the harder the stupid bitch fucked herself.

“Feel good?” Selena whispered into her ear.

Dumb question. “More!” the ditz begged. So we got on either side of her and pulled.

She used her toy as though it was her latest boyfriend. I must admit she goes through them the way she goes through liquor bottles. We pulled hard until she was bucking and shuddering while furiously fucking herself.

We let loose, only for the slut to beg us to pull it tight again. I got her a bigger vibrating toy. Then we watched her go at it as we pulled on that damnable scarf. The crazy slut popped off time and time again.

I looked at Selena and she looked at me. We were both thinking the same thing. Neither one of us had to say a word.

We pulled really hard on that stupid scarf. The ditz bucked and thrashed about like crazy. But she had her hand on that toy the whole time, furiously fucking herself with it. All blondes are clueless; our crazy sister was no exception.

By the time we got through with her, she was in an orgasmic fog. The seat of her cushioned chair was totally soaked. Selena and I looked at each other again. This time we nodded in agreement.

We both pulled on our ends of the scarf just as hard as we could. The ditz started bucking and humping in the chair. Her eyes opened wide as she furiously fucked herself with that toy.

Something in her brain must’ve told her she was being a dumbass. By the time she figured it out it was too late. Selena and I weren’t stopping.

Her hands came up to claw at the scarf around her throat. But all those orgasms had worn her out. She was simply too weak to resist us.

We watched closely as her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. Her body went off, bucking and humping like crazy as though instinctively trying to halt the dying process. It was incredible to watch.

Her mouth opened wide as she tried to scream. For a crazy moment she found her toy and tried to fuck herself with it. Even as she was dying, the crazy bitch wanted to cum!

She shuddered hard before going limp. Selena and I just kept up the pressure. We wanted to make sure she was long gone.

We finally released our grip on each end of the scarf. The ditz stared upward with unseeing eyes. We just left her like that, the scarf rolled up around her neck with her hand on her toy. The seat of the chair was totally soaked from her many orgasms.

We went to our rooms and waited for mom to come home. We heard the front door, followed by a scream. It caused us both to come running.

We made sure we both looked visibly shocked. Selena gazed at the scene before gasping, “She was talking about doing a little erotic asphyxiation, mom. But we didn’t think she’d be stupid enough to go that far with it!”

Mom clutched her heart before keeling over. We went back to our rooms and waited ten minutes. Then we came out as though we didn’t know mom was home or the ditz had erotically strangled herself. Then we called 911…

We’re really enjoying the house now. And we’ve been getting together with all the ditz’s old boyfriends. Life is pretty damned good not having to see that stupid pink scarf floating around the house on the neck of our clueless sister…

(Sep 25 ’20) (Inspired by the picture.)

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DIY strangling 4.5 (45)

Posted on March 30, 2024 by riwa

I foolishly clicked on a link at a porn site. A message box popped up with the text line, “What do you like?”

“Asphyxia,” I typed back. “Strangulation by scarf.”

“Kinky. Want to get together?”

“Some other time” and I signed out.

—

A couple days later I found myself back on that porn site. That same link popped up. I wondered if it was that woman again.

Once more I clicked on it. A message box popped up with the text line, “What do you like?”

“Asphyxia,” I typed back.

“Asphyxia man? Is that you? Are you the one who texted me last time?”

“Maybe.”

“Just a second. Let me turn my cam on.”

About a minute later a screen came on. A blonde in a nice outfit smiled at me. She had a black scarf in her hand.

She smiled right at the camera. Then she wrapped the scarf around her neck. “You like it?” she asked. I could hear her voice over my speakers.

I typed back, “I like scarves.”

She appeared to study the screen as though she was reading it. Then she smiled again. “I take it you like seeing women strangled in scarves?”

“Yes I do.”

She adjusted the scarf around her throat. Both ends were draped over her shoulders. Then she smiled as she pulled on both ends.

“You like?” she asked the screen.

“Very much,” I typed in return, my cock stirring in my trousers.

“Want to come over?”

“How much?”

In response she pulled harder. I watched as she appeared to concentrate. But I wasn’t sure I was convinced.

“What is this?” I typed, my cock hardening. “Do-it-yourself strangling?”

“Want to come over? I’ll do it for you in person. I’ll even let you pull on the ends.” Then she eased up on both ends, breathing quietly.

“Where do you live?” She verbally gave me an address. It wasn’t that far away.

I was curious as I typed, “Does the porn site let you know when someone logs in and is close to where you live?”

“Yes. Do you want to come over?”

She grinned at the camera as she grabbed her scarf on both ends. Once more she started to tug. This time she appeared to be pulling pretty hard.

For a moment she got this strange look in her eyes. She began to rasp and gurgle. She looked like she was actually getting into it.

Her breathing became ragged as her face turned red. She went into little seizures as she suddenly lost her ability to stand. Then she collapsed out of sight of the camera.

I stared in disbelief. Had she strangled herself to death?? Then she rose up, coughing a little as she rubbed her neck.

“That was a good one. You made me cum in my nice outfit. Now I need to get undressed and change clothes. Want to come over and watch me do it in person? I’ll wait until after your visit to change back into my clothes if you like.”

“I’ll be right over.” She just got this huge grin. Then I signed out.

—

She was naked when I got there. There was this white scarf or wrap around her neck. “Like it?” she asked with a coy smile.

“Should we discuss payment first?”

“In a bit. Let’s go into the bedroom.” She wasn’t wasting any time.

She invited me in where she sat on her bed. There was a chair sitting right there facing her which she waved for me to use. As I sat down I found myself wondering just how many times she’d done this before.

I smiled as I hesitantly asked, “Should we talk payment now?”

“What do you think this is worth?” Then she pulled on both ends again.

I watched with a look of growing desire as her breathing became ragged. It looked like she was struggling between the desire to pull harder and the need to ease up. Her face became flushed, her nostrils flaring.

She let out a gasp as her eyes rolled. Then she started to shudder. Her neck flushed red, an obvious indicator she’d just experienced an orgasm.

She went into little seizures as she let go before falling over backward, almost passing out. It was about thirty seconds before she began shaking her head. She was coming back around.

“Would you like to see more?”

“What do I need to do?”

“Get undressed. I want to see your reaction.”

I carefully stripped out of my clothes. She smiled at my erection. Then she pulled on the ends to her scarf again.

She pulled pretty hard. I watched as she winced. Then her eyes rolled as she started to shudder.

I saw her pussy flare and wink at me. It looked incredibly wet. Her nipples were hard as pebbles on full, round breasts.

She went into little seizures again as she went over backwards, collapsing onto her bed. She had little spasms before her head began to shake. Then she slowly rose back up, panting quietly.

“You like?”

“Very much.”

“Would you like to strangle me?”

“How much?”

“We’ll discuss that later. Right now we’re both too turned on to talk payment, wouldn’t you agree?”

I got up and climbed onto the bed behind her. I took both ends and pulled. She turned her head to one side as she panted excitedly.

“Like this?” I asked carefully.

“Harder.”

“So much for do-it-yourself strangling.”

“I like it more when a sexy man does it to me.”

“Let me see if I can make that happen for you.”

“Oh gawd; yes.”

I pulled on both ends. She rasped for breath as she began to squirm. She leaned back against me as she panted, “Harder!”

I pulled nice and tight. Her face went red as she really gasped for breath. Her eyes rolled as she struggled against me. Then she went into those little seizures. I could smell she’d cum again.

I eased up on both ends while propping her up. “Not bad,” I said with a smile.

She regained her composure, shaking her head to clear it. Then she asked, “What’s it worth to you?”

“A couple hundred?”

“For that I’ll even let you fuck me.”

“While strangling you?”

In reply she climbed into my lap with her back to me. I felt her adjust her position. Then she eased down until my erection slid into her velvety wetness.

She took both ends of her scarf and pulled. She began to rasp and gurgle. I felt her bounce up and down on my dick.

Her pussy clenched wonderfully as she strangled herself. She pulled really hard. It made her cunt do amazing things.

She suddenly let go, panting like crazy. “Now you do it,” she told me. I took both ends and pulled as she rode me.

She bounced up and down on my throbbing shaft. It felt incredible. The harder I pulled, the tighter her cunt seemed to clench.

She went into those little seizures again as she struggled against me. I pulled until she went limp. Her cunt kept clenching until it slowly let up.

I lifted her off me and laid her down upon her bed. Then I climbed on top, sliding my dick into her wetness. She began to come around, smiling weakly when she saw I had mounted her.

She took the ends of her scarf and pulled as I fucked her. I thrust harder as her face went red again. She began to buck underneath me until she arched her back. Then she let go of her scarf.

I smiled as I told her, “Now it’s my turn.” She smiled up at me as I took the ends from her hands. That’s when I took the slack out of her scarf.

She looked into my face, her eyes twinkling with excitement. I slowly pulled tighter. Her eyes got bigger as her chest started to heave.

Her face flushed again as she started to shudder. I just smiled at her as I thrust in and out while pulling a little harder. She made delicious rasping sounds.

Her hands fluttered at her sides as though she didn’t know what to do with them. I saw that familiar flush around her neck as she shuddered hard. That’s when I pulled on both ends just as hard as I could.

I really pumped her as she let out a loud “GAWK”. Her hands instinctively came up to my arms, attempting to make me stop. But it was too late. I’d already strangled the strength right out of her.

Her hands flew up to the scarf around her neck as she frantically clawed at the material. “Go ahead, baby,” I cooed softly at her. “Enjoy that last orgasm as you die. Did I neglect to tell you I also like necro sex?”

Her eyes rolled as her hands began to flutter haphazardly at her sides. She gawked and gurgled for a few seconds. Then her body went into those sexy seizures again.

A moment later she went limp, her strength giving out underneath me. I just kept fucking her, maintaining the tension on the scarf. “That was your happy ending,” I told her quietly. “Now here’s mine.”

Her tongue poked out as her eyes remained rolled up into the back of her head, her eyelids half closed. I eased up on the tension on the scarf. Then I pulled nice and hard as though making sure.

She shuddered and flopped around a little. But there wasn’t much else in the way of a response. Her cunt clenched nicely around my erection until I pumped a load deep inside her.

I smiled as I finally released my lethal hold on her scarf. I softly whispered, “Do-it-yourself strangling always works better with a pair of helping hands, wouldn’t you agree? Now let’s spend some intimate time together, shall we?”

2013; 2020 (written for Denny Binder Jun 1 ’13; ed. Sep 5 ‘20 by riwa)

(Pictures found in the Internet and used for illustration purposes.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (8)

Posted on March 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming April rewards

Aravanna 18
My last day Pt 3
The hit on Revy Pt 2
My visit to St. Fellat 2
The Hollywood video shoot
My Vacation
No neck-break for Tonia
My drowning Master
Riding him to the end
Hot tub high-jinks
Lesbian seduction
Fire and Water

February stories/rewards will fall off at the end of March to make room for April rewards.

Well, it’s that time of year again. Once more, I get to pay my Uncle Sam. I don’t get much of a say in how he spends the money I send to him each year. But at least my CPA says I’m getting some money back from the state. So it’s not as painful as it could have been. However, I will have something painful to deal with in April when I go in to have a tooth dealt with. It looks like it’s the ol’ root canal and crown episode again. So I’ll be spending money in April as well as this past month. It just makes me appreciate all of you all the more.

Mom’s been having computer issues lately. I’ve been doing what I can to assist her. But I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, being as how I know just enough about computers to be considered dangerous. So far, it’s working out. I haven’t blown anything up yet. She’s also had more car issues to address. But she may be getting a handle on the mice issue. It’s always one thing after another. But that’s life, and we’re doing ok.

I hope all of you are handling the issues life is throwing at you. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

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The aqua-slut drowns again 4.2 (29)

Posted on March 25, 2024 by riwa

Every time there’s some sort of drama or excitement at the Aqua Club, Eva always seems to be right in the middle of it. She was drowned once by Brooke in a jealous rage. But Eva loves the fuck-drown scenario. So that didn’t seem to bother her too much.

A woman named Tessa recently joined our Aqua Club. Eva was drawn to her right away. Soon, they could be seen cavorting in the pool, hardening every cock in sight.

One day, I was there when they were in the pool together. There was a kettle ball sitting in the shallow end. The two naked ladies kept swimming around it.

Sometimes they gripped it together just for fun. And sometimes one would hold on while the other would caress her all over. It was pretty hot to observe.

Soon, they began switching off on it. Eva held onto it with her hands behind her back, acting as though her wrists had been tied together to it. Then Tessa feasted on her clam until Eva had a very noticeable orgasm.

Next, it was Tessa’s turn to hold on. Eva worked her over real good. Tessa really wriggled and bubbled when it came time for her to orgasm.

They went back and forth like that while they played with the kettle ball. Then Tessa introduced some chains into their play. She also went and retrieved a couple of weight belts so the ladies wouldn’t keep wanting to drift upward all the time.

Tessa went first. They got the kettle ball up out of the water so she didn’t have to hold her breath the entire time. Then Eva chained her to it.

They waded far enough out into the shallow end where their heads were just barely above the surface. I watched Tessa get a big breath. Then she submerged, allowing the kettle ball to take her to the bottom.

About that time, Paul came in. He pointed at the pool before asking, “Who’s in there?”

“Tessa and Eva,” I replied. “They’re using a kettle ball and having fun.”

“This I’ve got to see,” he said as he pulled up a patio chair to the edge of the water.

Eva sucked on Tessa’s nipples while touching her all over. They were down for quite a while before Tessa started to struggle. But Eva playfully kept her from rising up to get a breath.

For a moment there, I thought Tessa was going to suck water. She finally rose up, hefting the kettle ball in her hands until her head was out of the water. She gasped for breath as Eva told her how hot it had been.

They immediately switched roles. This time, Eva ended up with chains around her wrists, tethering her to the kettle ball. Then she got a big breath before she submerged.

I noticed Tessa didn’t touch Eva nearly as much as she previously had been touched. She seemed content just to watch her suffer while holding her breath. Eva kept smiling as she playfully pulled against the chains, acting as though she was in trouble.

Eva finally made a move to rise up out of the water. Tessa just pushed her down, keeping her submerged. That’s when the bubbles came up.

Paul frowned before curiously asking, “Is she drowning her?”

“I don’t know,” I replied as we watched intently. “It kind of looks like it. Knowing Eva, she’s probably enjoying herself.”

Tessa finally rose up to get a breath. She saw us watching while waiting for Eva to come up. But Eva never surfaced.

Tessa saw us looking with concern at her. She smiled as she waved dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry; she’s fine.” Then she went back down.

Eva was hardly moving. Tessa kissed her lips while caressing her breasts. I didn’t think Eva could hold her breath that long. Neither did Paul.

Eva didn’t seem to be moving at all. That’s when Tessa began kissing her nipples. Paul and I looked at each other before instinctively jumping into the water.

Tessa saw us coming and rose up to meet us. “She’s fine,” she waved dismissively. “She loves it.” But Eva was just staring off into space, her lips parted.

Paul and I got her up out of the water and freed her from the weight belt and the chains to the kettle ball. Eva had clearly drowned. We frantically worked on her until she came around, coughing like crazy.

“That was intense!” she finally panted. Then she eyed Tessa curiously before demanding, “What the hell was that all about??”

“You damn near drowned me, you bitch!”

“That’s no reason to drown me, honey.”

“I am NOT your honey!”

“You two having a falling out?” I called to Tessa in the water.

“Oh, I’m fine!” Then she turned and swam into the deep end as though that should be the end of it.

Paul looked questioningly at Eva. “Do it!” she hissed under her breath. “She deserves it! And yes; I don’t mind one bit if you give her a drown-fuck!”

I went and fetched a set of handcuffs. Then Paul and I stripped naked before we dove in. That’s when Eva egged us on by calling out, “Drown the bitch for me!”

Tessa let out a cry when she saw us coming. We caught up to her and submerged her. Then we forced her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.

She came up sputtering, “What are you doing? She deserved it!”

“So do you,” I laughed. Then we forced her under.

She bubbled like crazy as she put up a fuss. We let go, and she tried to kick her way back to the surface. But the weight belt still around her waist was making it a bit of a challenge.

I grabbed her ankle before she could get any air. I pulled her down with me until she was on the bottom. Then I let go.

She tried for the surface once again. That’s when Paul grabbed an ankle and pulled her back down. She lost a lot of her breath.

We both let her go, and she rose to the surface. She eventually popped up gasping and sputtering. That’s when we surfaced on either side of her, Eva loudly egging us on.

Tessa angrily cried out, “You can’t do this to me!”

“Yes, they can!” Eva hollered at her.

“You stay out of this!”

I smiled as I told her, “We can do this the easy way… or we can do it the hard way.”

She angrily glared at me. “What’s the easy way?”

“You get us off before we drown you.”

“Fuck! That’s the easy way?? What’s the hard way?”

“We take you up to the surface and out of the pool where we make you change into your clothes. Then you never set foot inside the club again. If you do, you’ll be charged with attempted murder for trying to drown Eva.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Instinctively, we both pushed down on her head. She kicked to try to get herself back up to the surface. But we wouldn’t let her.

She finally stopped resisting. That’s when we helped her to the surface. “Call it an initiation,” Paul helpfully explained. “You knew what the pool rules were when you entered. If you’re prepared to drown someone, you have to be prepared to be on the receiving end as well.”

“You can’t do that to me!”

“Fine.” Then we pushed her under again.

Eva slipped into the pool and swam out to us. I frowned as I told her, “You’re not supposed to be back in the water so soon after a drowning.”

“I’m ok. My head’s above the surface; right?”

She grabbed Tessa’s head from us and forced it into her exposed crotch. Then she loudly declared, “Either she gets you guys off… or she drowns while eating muff. Her choice.”

Tessa really struggled. Paul and I smiled as we tread water and watched. Eva kept Tessa down until the woman began spewing her breath away. Then she pulled her head up out of the water.

Tessa coughed and sputtered. Eva pleasantly told her, “I’d take them up on their offer if I were you. When I get riled, I’m not nearly as nice as I appear to be at first glance. Hell, I doubt I’d be as nice about it as they’re going to be.” Then she cruelly shoved Tessa back down between her legs.

Eva humped her face pretty good. Tessa still appeared to be bubbling and struggling. “Are we done here?” Paul wanted to know, suspecting it was about to be taken out of our hands.

“Not yet,” Eva replied with a chuckle. “I think she’s starting to get the hang of things. Oh…. Oh yeah… right there!”

Tessa had stopped struggling, although more bubbles were coming up. Eva panted as an expression of pleasure filled her face. Then she pulled her adversary’s head back up.

Tessa came up gasping for breath. “Pussy or cock as you drown?” Eva asked casually. “It makes no difference to me what you’re doing when you start swallowing water.”

“Cock,” Tessa replied, sullen yet submissive.

“Good choice. It’s the one I always take whenever I know I’m going to drown. I have the best orgasms that way.”

She pushed Tessa down in the direction of my erection. Then I felt lips wrap around my shaft. She willingly bobbed up and down on it, suctioning with her mouth. At least there was no sense of reluctance or hesitancy on her part.

“Gotta encourage the bitch,” Eva chuckled. Then she filled her lungs and submerged.

“Eva; no!” Paul declared. “Too soon!” But Eva was already eagerly moving down between her parted legs and starting to feast.

Tessa grunted up bubbles as she sucked my cock. She even wriggled a little as her weight belt tried to pull her downward. She was not too bad sucking dick underwater.

Eva came up with her, both of them gasping for breath. Then she pushed her head down in the direction of Paul’s stiffy. That’s when she also submerged to do a little more clam diving of her own.

Sexy bubbles were grunted up as I stroked my meat while watching the action. I looked questioningly at Paul. “Pretty decent,” he replied with a nod and a smile.

“She’d better be careful or Eva might cruelly drown her just for spite.”

Paul chuckled. “Well, Eva’s giving her quite the tongue-lashing. So I hope she learns from it.” I just laughed.

Eva helped Tessa go back and forth between us. But she made sure her tongue was up her rival’s twat most of the time. Apparently she was trying to give her the proper encouragement. Hell, I think Tessa even came a couple of times!

She was up gasping for breath when Eva declared, “Its drowning time, bitch! Whose cock do you want up that juicy twat?”

Tessa looked at both of us. Then she picked Paul. “No offense,” she told me.

“None taken,” I replied.

“Good choice,” Eva declared. “You can fuck and suck. Maybe you’ll get a nice mouthful of cum while you’re drowning on Paul’s big dick. Now let’s get your sorry ass down below the surface.”

I was surprised at how domineering Eva had become. Maybe it’s because she was really looking forward to drowning Tessa.

The new girl was impaled from behind so she could reach my dick. Paul started thrusting into her up at the surface. “Now let’s get this party started!” Eva declared excitedly.

Tessa got a good breath. Then Eva forced her head down toward my dick. Tessa wrapped her lips around my shaft and started sucking.

Paul kept thrusting in and out of her. But her weight helped take us all down. Mine and Paul’s head were just below the surface as Tessa serviced us.

Eva submerged and got under Tessa. She began sucking on her nipples as her rival sucked and was fucked. There were grunts and bubbles everywhere.

Paul and I worked our heads back up long enough to get another breath. But we kept Tessa submerged. It wasn’t long until we could tell by her body language that she was struggling.

Paul and I slipped below the surface as we continued going at it with the new girl. Eva kept sucking on her rival’s nipples. Tessa’s struggle to hold her breath was quite erotic.

I finally shot a huge load into her mouth. Some swirled back out past her lips. Then she grunted and cried out as she shuddered in orgasm.

Paul’s cream began oozing out of her pussy. Then she started cumming and drowning. It was pretty damned erotic, especially the way Eva kept sucking on the poor girl’s nipples.

Despite Eva’s wishes, we didn’t keep Tessa down all that long. We helped her back up until she came up dazed and disoriented. But she was already coughing and breathing as we helped her over to the edge of the pool and got her out.

Eva remained in the pool, treading water in the deep end. “You guys could have drowned her longer and harder,” she pouted.

“Just trying to be nice, Eva,” I smiled in reply. She just stuck her tongue out at me.

Tessa looked at us in surprise. “I thought… you were going to keep me down longer!”

“Eva wanted us to,” Paul told her. “But we decided to give you a break and cut you some slack… at least for now.”

“I… didn’t think… I never knew…”

“Never knew what?” I asked.

“I never knew a girl could cum so hard while she was drowning!” Then she looked enviously at Eva as she asked, “You do this all the time?”

“As often as they let me,” Eva replied as she finally swam over to us. “There are no hard feelings on my end. What about you?”

“I’m good,” Tessa panted. “I was a little rough on you, and I’m sorry. I got treated better than I probably deserved.”

“These guys are softies at heart,” Eva told her. “But they can be wicked when they’re enjoying a good, underwater fuck.”

“So is this experience a one-off for you?” I asked Tessa.

She thought about it for a moment. Then she smiled. “I already fucked Paul. Maybe I also owe you a fuck-drowning. Then we’ll see how it goes from there.”

“Oh, I think she’s hooked,” Eva laughed as she climbed out of the pool. Paul and I just chuckled knowingly at that.

4-16-23 Inspired by the preview pictures I found.

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More confessions of a Male Club Attendant 4.5 (54)

Posted on March 20, 2024 by riwa

I had just settled down into a chair to catch my breath when the door opened. An attendant came in with something to drink. I went pale as she took in both bodies.

She smiled as she offered the drink to me. Then she surprised me by asking, “Did you enjoy yourself, sir?”

“I’m afraid so, much as it pains me to say it.”

“Don’t feel bad. Please remain here for a moment; ok? Someone will be with you shortly.”

The drink really refreshed me. But I hadn’t gotten dressed yet when the door opened and a woman came in. Her outfit and persona indicated she was someone important.

She looked at the bodies and smiled. Then she told me, “Arrangements have already been made. Everything will be taken care of. Well done, my dear boy. Well done.”

I looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It’s all been recorded. I think the video from the events in this room will be quite a seller. I’ll make sure you get a percentage.” Then she smiled as she added, “Around here, they call me Mistress Chastity. I’ve been getting enquiries about you from people who’ve been watching all of this on the monitors. How’d you like to work here?”

Part 2

She casually slid into the other chair at the only small table in the room. “I’ll get dressed,” I mumbled self-consciously.

“Sit down and finish your drink,” she waved dismissively. “You’re fine.”

I wasn’t sure I was fine, not with her sitting there looking somewhat formal and official. She didn’t come on to me or anything like that. Then I remembered her words.

“Recorded?” I repeated with growing alarm. “Video? What do you mean?” Had the murders I’d just committed been witnessed by several others?

Before she could answer, several attendants came in and worked at removing the bodies. I had no idea what was going to happen to them. And since I was directly responsible for snuffing them both, I really didn’t want to know.

Mistress Chastity paid the attendants no mind. Nor did she express any condemnation toward me for my actions. In fact, she seemed favorably impressed. But she could clearly see the concern in my features.

“Maybe I should explain,” she remarked with a friendly smile. “You see, Bert and Millie have been guests here at the Club a couple of times before.”

I was surprised. “They’ve been here before? They never told me that. They just invited me to come with them tonight. I never thought anything of it. In fact, I had kind of assumed this was their first time here. You see, while I was with them, we developed this strange kind of… relationship.”

“I’m well aware of that, my dear boy. Millie told me all about you. She said they were planning on bringing you with them to the Club tonight in the hopes it would turn out the way it did.”

“I beg your pardon?” and I blinked in shocked confusion.

“They both had these fantasies, my dear boy. Bert wished to be abused and then snuffed by a male who lusted after his wife. And Millie had this fantasy of paying for her crime of being an accomplice to his murder by being snuffed as well.”

I frowned as I asked, “Is this true?” She just nodded her head.

“Well, they never told me! If they had, I probably wouldn’t have done anything like this!”

“Millie told me they slowly worked you into a domineering relationship with them, especially with her husband. Then she said they would be bringing you here in the hopes they could get you to snuff them both. I’d say events worked out rather well; wouldn’t you agree?”

“I’m not in any kind of trouble, am I?”

Chastity’s smile helped put me at ease as she shook her head. “Not at all, my dear boy. The Club is careful not to discourage this type of activity among its patrons. We have rules in place to protect those who are involved in this sort of thing.”

“Then I won’t be visited by law enforcement when I get home?” I still wasn’t entirely convinced I was not going to be arrested before the night was over, even though I was vaguely aware of the Club’s reputation.

“Not at all. But I should tell you something you might not be aware of. You see, you’ve become rather notorious here at the Club.”

“Notorious? In what way?”

“My dear boy, the events that took place in this room were not displayed just to the Club monitors. It actually went out on our streaming service. And it’s been recorded to be put out as a part of our DVD sales.”

“Went out on your streaming service?” I was trying to process the meaning of that.

“Millie gave her permission. She thought it would add to the Club’s reputation. The events of what happened in this room actually went out live while you were snuffing them both.”

For a moment, I felt panic start to well up within me. “My gawd; this can’t be good!”

She smiled warmly again as though to reassure me. “Not to fear, my dear boy. The Club has actually been getting enquiries about you regarding the events that took place in this room.”

“Enquiries about me?”

“Well… enquiries about your services.” Then her smile broadened.

“My services?”

“The way you fucked them both? And the way you lifted Millie back up into the air after she said she’d changed her mind?”

I was quick to reply, “She told me to do that.”

“Indeed she did. However, I’m sure some of our viewers were still expecting you to let her back down and allow her live. But when you cruelly strung her back up? There were comments in the chat from ladies saying they wished they were in Millie’s place, unable to get you to stop. You understand, don’t you… the arousal of it all, and the inability to undo what was about to happen?”

“Incredible!” I replied as I shook my head in amazement.

Mistress leaned closer and smiled. “Without revealing any names, we’ve had a couple of contacts from people asking if it would be possible if something could be arranged for their, uh… significant other.”

“Arranged?”

“I always suggest they come to the Club together where things could be worked out. But these situations sound like one of the parties is being very naughty. The other party is hesitant to participate, but they want to know if an “accident” can be arranged.”

I looked at her dubiously. “How do you arrange an ‘accident’ in here?”

“Look around you, dear boy.”

I looked at the electric chair, the guillotine in the corner, and the dangling noose. Then I looked right at her. That’s when she smiled knowingly at me before asking, “Did you enjoy snuffing them?”

I only thought about it for a moment before shamefully replying, “Yes… I suppose I did.”

“I thought so. It was quite evident just by watching you on the monitor. Everyone could tell you were enjoying yourself. That may be a part of what has generated so much interest.”

“My enthusiasm?”

“Exactly.” Then she paused before asking, “So how’d you like to work for us?”

I paused for a long moment. Was this something I really wanted to get myself involved in? What kind of hazards would I be getting myself into?

“Could you, uh… give me some time to think on it?”

“Certainly, my dear boy. How about I give you a call in a few days?”

She rose up and smiled at me. She gave me an appreciative look that almost made me instinctively cover my privates with my hands. “Well done, my dear boy. Well done.” They she turned and strode to the door before letting herself out.
—
I got a call from Mistress Chastity on a Friday afternoon. Did I have some time I could spare for her? I said sure, so I reported to the Club.

After I arrived, she took me to what I assumed was her office. We sat down and began to talk. That’s when she asked again how I felt about working for her.

I told her I was still considering it. She said she would make it worth my while. She just had one concern. Would it bother me to snuff any more of the Club’s customers while they were in my care while having sex with me?

“You mean like what I did to Bert and Millie last week?”

“Exactly. You did say you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“It’s one thing when someone demands I snuff them, Mistress. It’s another thing entirely when it happens by accident, unplanned by either party.”

“Indeed,” she replied. “But what if we had a way of… helping you with your decision, shall we say?”

“Helping me?”

“By giving you some sort of indication how an encounter with a customer should turn out.”

“Like those ‘accidents’ you were talking about the other day… accidents that aren’t really accidents?”

“Exactly.”

“Wouldn’t that spoil the moment if people knew they were going to die while having sex with me? Wouldn’t customers shy away from me if they knew it was going to end in a fatal encounter?”

“I think it’s better if they don’t know. Besides, we’ll have them sign a waiver or pay extra for the increased risk. That way, the decision will be left entirely up to you in most situations… unless the club has received specific instructions.”

“Specific instructions?”

She smiled as she told me, “We’ll find some way of letting you know about those particular cases, my dear boy.”

“Won’t I be in trouble if I fail to snuff a customer you want eliminated?”

“But if you enjoy snuffing our clients, that really won’t be a problem, will it?” Then she gave me a knowing smile.

“I suppose not. But what if I end up snuffing someone I wasn’t really supposed to?”

“Not possible,” she replied as she shook her head. “Choosing to set foot inside our Club already has its risks. Our customers know that from the very beginning. Spending intimate time with you is no guarantee they’ll walk out under their own power after the event. That’s what makes an evening with you so risky and thrilling. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I can kind of see your point, Mistress. But I’m still not entirely sure about everything.”

She smiled as she leaned forward. “Let me ask you this. Would you be willing to work just for tonight? Sort of a one night special, just to see if you like it?”

There was something in her eyes that gave the game away, “Am I to take it you’ve already made certain arrangements with certain individuals?”

She smiled knowingly. “I see I can’t get anything past you, my dear boy. As a matter of fact, we have. We’ve already let our members know you’ll be on the schedule for a few hours this evening.” She paused before asking, “That won’t be a problem, will it?”

I shook my head, knowing my evening was free. Had she researched my private life and already figured that out? Did it really matter?

“No, Mistress. No problem. I could use the money for a few hours’ worth of work tonight.”

“Excellent. We’ll be more than happy to pay you in cash tonight. And I already took the liberty of preparing an attendant’s outfit for you. You’ll find it in the locker room. Thank you so much for agreeing to this, my dear boy. I promise, you won’t regret it.”
—
I changed and was introduced to a few of the attendants who would be seeing to my needs. I was given a few last minute instructions to assist me in my duties. Then I was instructed to head to a sex snuff room where I was ordered to give the client whatever he or she asked for.

I was in there barely five minutes before a woman in her forties came in. She came right up to me and kissed me passionately. Then she began taking my attendant’s attire off.

She told me she watched me hang that man and woman in the Club the other day on streaming video. She said she wanted to have sex with someone dangerous like me. She said the idea of being fucked by a serial killer gave her a real thrill.

She started out by grabbing my dick as she told me to treat her roughly. Curious, I asked her what that meant. She said she wanted to be left wondering what I might do to her. And since we were doing this in a sex snuff room, she wanted to reach the point where she thought I might actually snuff her.

I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to carry out her wishes. Chastity had left the details of my sexual encounters with her clients entirely up to me. “The only important thing tonight is for you to enjoy yourself, my dear boy.” Those had been her concluding words.

I started with my first customer of the evening by making her suck my cock. But I was hesitant about taking charge, at least in the beginning. So I allowed the woman to set the pace.

She soon started acting all aggressive on me. Then she quietly told me to get rough with her. That was certainly easy enough, being as how she was already slobbering all over my dick.

I grabbed the back of her head and made her gag on my cock. Then I roughly undressed her. I mauled her tits in the process, making her gasp and whimper as I told her it was her role to get me off.

This wasn’t Bert or Millie giving me directions. So I was still a little unsure what to do next. But I started by throwing her up onto the bed, which she seemed to like. Then I climbed on top of her.

I gave it to her good and hard as I fucked her in the missionary position. She climaxed rather quickly as I pounded her. But she told me to get even rougher with her and that she wanted me to choke her.

I was still a little hesitant. So I asked if she had any limitations. “None” was the reply.

I thought about her anal passage. So I asked if she had any ‘hole’ limitations. The answer was the same.

I made an abrupt change by retrieving some rope. Then I tied her arms behind her back. She gasped with apparent excitement, asking if it turned me on to bind her. I just told her to shut the fuck up.

I bent her over the end of the bed. Then I brutally fucked her from behind. She gasped and moaned before I told her again to shut the fuck up. That’s when I choked her, wrapping my fingers tightly around her neck while telling her to get me off.

She came alive, gasping and moaning. The rougher I was, the more she seemed to like it. Then she climaxed hard before passing out on me.

For a moment, I was unsure what to do next. I knew I had not choked her fatally. But when she came back around, she begged for more.

I looked up and noticed the noose over the bed. I thought to myself, ‘Why not?’ So I noosed her up before making her straddle me as I lay flat on my back.

I deliberately impaled her ass with my dick. Then I pulled on the rope, making her aggressively ride me. Her ass clenched like crazy, milking a cum out of my cock.

The more I pulled on the noose, the harder she came. She climaxed twice more, despite my cock being up her anal passage. I had no idea that fucking her ass would make her cum so hard.

I occasionally glanced over at the door and the monitoring device the customers used to transfer additional funds with their pagers. That’s when I noticed a green light was blinking. That was my cue.

I became perversely excited as I considered what would be a fitting finale to our time together. So we got off the bed. Then I strung her up in the center of the room.

I gave her an ominous smile, which made her gasp and whimper. Then I slowly pulled her up off the floor. “Better get me off,” I warned as I stepped forward.

She wrapped her legs around me as I impaled her with my dick. She frantically rode me as she tried to lift herself up enough to get a decent breath of air. Her face really turned red as I fucked her cunt without a condom. She was wet as hell.

I really made her suffer as I kept pulling on the rope, tightening the coil around her throat. She came three times in rapid succession. Then I told her, “My turn to cum now, bitch!”

I pulled out of her and allowed her to dangle as I stroked myself. Her eyes opened wider as she fought her noose. I hissed, “Make me cum as you die, bitch!” Then I stepped up and put my dick back inside her.

She was too weak to wrap her legs around me. I could feel her cunt clenching and quivering. Drool came out of her mouth and splattered her tits as her dying body milked me.

I filled her with my cream as she twitched and convulsed. Then she dangled limp. I slowly pulled out and gave her a push, watching with satisfaction as she gently swung back and forth.

I got behind her and entered her ass. I fucked her until her bladder gave way. Then I pulled out.

I went into the shower and got cleaned up. I took my time, wondering what the hell I had done. I never even got her name.

When I came out, a couple of attendants were in the process of taking her body out. Nicole told me Mistress Chastity was quite pleased with my performance. Then they were gone, leaving me alone in the room.

I found out later that the client had left me a generous tip before we’d even started. But it was the Club and that little green light that had decided whether she was to live or die.

I never learned the reason behind the Club’s desire for me to snuff her. I just assumed someone had paid them for it. But I got an extra bonus just for snuffing her.
—–
I had a break for a half-hour before I got a request to report to a sex room. A couple in their mid-thirties was waiting for me.

We did not waste any time on introductions or pleasantries. The woman, who I assumed was the wife, unzipped my fly and sucked my cock while the man looked on. He didn’t seem to be the slightest bit bothered watching her slobber all over another man’s meat. In fact, he almost seemed to enjoy it.

He watched as she undressed me. Then I returned the favor before fucking her in different positions. She climaxed several times.

The guy watched us the entire time. At first, he didn’t take part. He just pulled his cock out and stroked it while I was fucking her.

He finally got undressed and joined me. Together, we spit-roasted his woman for a while. He got the blowjob while I fucked her cunt.

After a while, we sandwiched her. He got underneath while I was on top and was fucking her ass. He surprised me when he reached up and choked her. She really clenched around my shaft before climaxing like crazy.

We were still in that position when he told me to strangle the bitch. He handed me a red ribbon they had brought along for the occasion. So I wrapped it around her throat and did as I was instructed.

I pulled her upright as I was asphyxiating her. It allowed him to reach up and molest her boobs. She climaxed again with both our cocks inside her.

“Snuff her,” the man ordered. I dutifully pulled even harder on the red ribbon. His woman bucked and shuddered, clenching like crazy as she milked the cum out of my cock. Then she collapsed in a lifeless heap on top of him.

I climbed off and waited. He just rolled her off. “Bitch was making too many demands of my time,” he explained as though feeling the need to justify what had just happened. “My wife is out of the country and won’t be home until next week. This bitch wanted an erotic threesome, and she wanted me to watch. So I knew she was already thinking about ending our time together and blackmailing me.” Then he went into the shower, while I quietly got dressed and left.

I received a real nice tip from that encounter.

2023 (written Sep 1, ’23 by riwa. Inspired by an idea from a website member named Bedeyes.)

Posted in Club stories | Tagged graphic sex, hanging, nudity, oral sex, strangling | 1 Comment

Grandpa’s Key West story 3.7 (20)

Posted on March 15, 2024 by riwa

Tobias saw his grandfather’s beat up Mercury parked at the bar. That meant the old man was waiting for him. He had a decision to make.

He sighed inwardly. Then he told Maryanne to go on without him. He said his grandfather was there to take him back to the house where he was staying. She said she understood, and that she hoped they would meet up again, perhaps for another reef dive before he flew back home.

Toby entered the bar and saw his grandfather sitting in a small booth not too far from the counter. The old man raised a drink in his direction when he saw him. Toby put on a smile as he walked over to him.

“Ready to go, Grandpa?”

“You just get back from your scuba dive?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How was it?”

Toby looked around and winced. The atmosphere was years beyond him, what with its darkened interior, old-time fishnets and buoys. He felt uncomfortable being in here.

His grandfather noticed his discomfort. “Sit down, Toby. I’ll buy you a drink.” Then the old man motioned at the empty space across the table.

Toby went ahead and sat down. His grandparents were being gracious enough to put him up during Spring Break. And if Grandpa Tobas was going to buy him a drink anyway…

Toby was named after his grandfather. But as a kid, he’d shortened the pronunciation of Tobias. It was deemed too cute to correct, and the name Tobas had stuck.

The old man motioned at the bartender and waved him to come over. “Vas. Bring one over for my grandson!” Then he smiled at Toby as he added, “I hope you like Greek beer.”

Toby tried not to scowl too much. As long as it didn’t taste bad, he figured he could stomach it.

The old man asked him again, “So how was the diving today, Toby?”

The college lad thought about it. How much should he enlighten his grandfather? After all, he didn’t see him all that much.

“I guess it was all right. In fact, I kind of liked it.” Thankfully, the scenery had been replete with scantily clad females.

“Any chicks in the water with you today?”

Toby gave him a curious eye. “Yeah, grandpa; there were a few.”

“Any that were good-looking?” Now that was an interesting question!

Toby became impatient. He going to complain how he’d lost the opportunity to hang out with one when he’d seen his grandpa’s Mercury and had been reminded who he was staying with. That’s when the bartender came over with a glass filled with a pale yellow fluid and set it down in front of the college youth.

“Vas? This is my grandson Tobias Sideris. He likes to go by the name Toby.””

“Nice to meet you, son.” A grizzled hand came out. Toby shook it and thanked him for the drink.

“It’s on me,” the bartender said with a smile. “So you’re Tobias’ grandson, eh? You sure look like a chip off the old block.”

Tobias immediately cut in on the bartender. “Now don’t be goin’ doin’ that, Vas. I’ll get his tab.”

“It’s on me, Tobias. I’m just glad you came in today. It’s been nice reliving old times.”

“Thanks, Vas.” Then the old man headed back to the bar.

Toby tried to make polite conversation as he nodded at the departing bartender. “So how long have you known him, Grandpa?”

“Ever since I was out here sponge fishing. Bar’s certainly seen better days. But Vas still imports Greek beer. How’s it taste?”

Toby winced as he took a sip. Then he frowned before taking a longer slug. “Not bad, Grandpa,” he admitted grudgingly.

“I thought you’d like it. After all, you’ve got some Greek blood in you.”

“So you were out here sponge fishing, Grandpa? I never knew that.”

“That was back in the ol’ hardhat days. That equipment was hellish heavy. Boy, was I glad when they came out with those Voit, double-hosed scuba tanks.”

Now Toby was interested. “You went down for sponges in both hardhat gear and scuba gear?? Damn, Grandpa! You’re old!”

The old man rubbed his whitened hair. That’s when Toby blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that, Grandpa. I’m sorry. It’s just that they haven’t done hardhat diving in years! I didn’t know you used to do that!”

“We don’t get to see each other all that often, Toby. So I haven’t told you a lot of things. I’m just glad your mom’s letting you stay here with us during Spring Break.”

“You really dove for sponges in double-hosed scuba gear?” Now he was more than a little curious. After all, he’d just returned from diving a reef with a bunch of Spring Breakers.

“That’s before they came out with those single hosed contraptions. By then, your grandmother wanted me to settle down into a life more stable than being out in the Keys all day. I suppose that’s because she was jealous of all the hookers in the area.”

Toby’s ears picked up even more. “Hookers? What hookers, Grandpa?”

Tobias hollered over at the bartender. “Hey, Vas! When did they close down the Dew Drop Inn?”

“Tore it down in the early sixties” came the reply.

“Thought so,” Tobias said to his grandson. “I thought that was back in the sixties. That’s where the hookers took their johns.”

Toby was shocked. “Grandpa, you don’t mean to say you, uh…?”

“A guy’s got needs, son. That was before I met your grandmother. Of course, that changed once the scuba tanks and those double-hoses came on the scene. That made us fisherman stay out in the Keys for days at a time. So there were days when the hookers around here didn’t get that much action because we were all out to sea.”

The old man motioned around as he continued. “Back then, there was nothing but bars, a couple of churches, a few homes, and the marina. Life was wide open. Us guys were out trying to make a buck. So we headed out and fished for sponges, and for anything else that might pay us. And when we weren’t coming back to shore to see the girls that often? That’s when they got the bright idea to bring their business out to us.”

Toby was in the middle of another sip of his beer when he stopped and put down his drink. “They were coming out to you, Grandpa?”

“They were trying to make a living too, Toby. So they’d come out on the boats they bought. And they’d do whatever we paid ‘em to do.”

“You’re joking; right, Grandpa?”

He turned and hollered at the bartender, “Vas, you still got that picture Minardos gave you?”

The old man at the bar walked over to a counter and reached underneath. Then he brought a piece of paper over to them. “You really want him to see this, Tobias?”

“Sure; why not?” Vas just shook his head and gave it to him before walking back.

Toby was curious. “What’s that, Grandpa?”

“This is a picture my dive partner Minardos took of me climbing onto the Pussy Galore.”

“You’re bullshitting me, Grandpa!”

“See for yourself.” Then the old man handed it over.

Toby took a quick look at it. It was black and white. But it clearly showed a young man climbing aboard a boat named the Pussy Galore.

Two hookers stood there holding hands. They were both decked out in twin-hosed scuba gear. And both of them were topless.

He stared at it in surprise, ogling the bare-chested women. Then he murmured, “So that’s where the name of that Bond girl came from.”

“What was that, Toby?”

“Nothing, Grandpa.”

He started to hand it back over. Then he took it back and looked at it real hard. “Topless Scuba Escort? Grandpa, were those really the rates they charged you for them to go topless?”

“It was a real treat to see them topless underwater in scuba gear, Toby. We were making pretty good money back then. So naturally, we paid ‘em those rates.”

“They look like a couple of hotties, Grandpa.”

“They sure were, Toby.”

The college lad handed it back. Then he leaned forward conspiratorially. “You know, Grandpa? Today during our dive session? There was a girl who flashed me her tits while we were underwater.”

The old man chuckled. “Did you get a good look?”

“She was going to give me a ride back to where she was staying, Grandpa. I didn’t know when I was going to get back to you and Grandma. So I stayed behind and came here.”

The old man winced. “You stayed here with me and missed out? I’m sorry about that, Toby. Maybe you should have gone with her.”

He sounded genuinely apologetic. Toby smiled and waved dismissively. “I’m glad I stayed, Grandpa. The beer’s not bad. Besides, I never knew you went scuba diving or went out with hookers. So you got to see them topless?”

“Sometimes we’d have them down with us while we were picking up sponges. They charged more the deeper they went. It was impressive the way they would learn to scuba dive just to pick up some extra cash by letting us see their tits.”

“Wow, Grandpa! I never knew!” Then Toby paused before carefully asking, “Did you, uh… did you ever do anything more out there in the ocean with ‘em besides looking at their tits?”

“Funny you should ask. There was this one…”

Toby’s ears perked up. “Really? Tell me about her!”

“Well, she was out working a boat, just like the one in the picture. Only she was willing to do a little more, if you know what I mean.”

“A little more what, Grandpa?”

“Well, we sort of had this agreement. I paid her to go down topless and help me pick up sponges. I told her I’d pay her extra if she found enough sponges. Then I’d pay a little more if she did something… special.”

Now Toby was all ears. In fact, his cock was starting to stiffen shamefully in his pants. “Tell me more, Grandpa!”

“Well, this lady went down with me and found a bunch of sponges. That earned her a little extra. Then she… well… she pulled down my trunks and gave me a blowjob.”

“Down there at the bottom of the ocean?” Toby was shocked.

“It’s not that deep out in the Keys, Toby.”

“Damn, Grandpa! Did you cum in her mouth?”

“She swallowed it all like a true hooker. So I went ahead and paid her extra. She did all that while using that double-hosed gear.”

“Damn, Grandpa! I’m not sure I believe that!”

He pointed over at the bartender. “Vasileios over there knows. I told him all about it.”

“Wow, Grandpa; I’m impressed. Anything else?”

“Well, yes.”

“Tell me!” Then Toby eagerly leaned forward. He wanted to hear the whole story in case he might get a chance to practice something later on with that Maryanne girl during another reef dive.

“Well, this one chick went down topless. I paid her for helping me find sponges. Then I paid her extra for… well…”

“What? Tell me!”

“We fucked at the bottom of the ocean.”

“Holy hell, Grandpa! That’s… that’s incredible!”

“We actually did it on several occasions. But we had to put a stop to it once she got pregnant.”

Toby’s eyes flew open. “You got her pregnant, Grandpa?”

“Yes, I did. So I did the honorable thing and married her. I gave up going out with hookers, and she gave up the business. Nine months later, we had your mother.”

Toby was incredulous. “Damn, Grandpa! That’s an incredible story!”

“Vas here knows all about it.” But Tobias decided not to tell his grandson that the bartender had once had a go at his future wife while she was still hooking.

Toby’s expression suddenly changed as though he’d been hit by a bolt from the blue. Then he stretched out a hand. “Let me see that picture again, Grandpa.”

The old man looked at him funny. Then he handed it over. Toby grabbed it and stared… and then stared harder.

No! It couldn’t be! That one on the right looked like…

“That’s right,” Tobias told his grandson. “That’s your grandmother. That’s the one I fucked at the bottom of the ocean. I met her on the Pussy Galore. But I’d rather you keep that little piece of information to yourself. Minardos gave it to Vas, who likes to gawk at it every now and then. Maybe he thinks she’s the one that got away. Anyway, I think she believes that picture has been lost to posterity. If she ever finds out you’ve see it, your grandmother would probably kill me.”

3-25-23 Inspired by the JustPaul render, and by his input.

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