Scarlett hangs 4.4 (83)

”What am I doing here?”

Scarlett J was indignant as I marched her through the grounds of my estate. She was not happy having her wrists tied behind her back. Nor was she happy with my pistol in her back.

“You’re here because I had a request.”

“What sort of request?”

I smiled behind her as I marched her forward. We passed through a hedge into an open area. The gallows that appeared made an interesting contrast among the flower bushes.

She looked at the structure in alarm. “What the hell is that?”

“That’s the request I was given, ScarJo. I like to honor my requests whenever I can.”

“You’re going to hang me?”

“Sort of looks that way, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, hell no!”

I pushed the barrel of my revolver into her back. Then I told her, “To be perfectly honest, I prefer using a firing squad. We can do that if you prefer. I just love perforating gorgeous chests.”

“Asshole.” Then she resolutely headed toward the gallows. She must have concluded it would be difficult running in her heels. Besides, I don’t think she wanted a bullet in the back.

I marched her up to the top of my gallows. She looked at the noose and gasped. I don’t think she believed I was serious.

“Are you really going to do this?”

In reply I pushed her over to the large trap. Then I looped the rope around her neck. “I apologize for it not being a regulation 13 loop noose, ScarJo. At least it’s nice and thick. You should strangle for a good several minutes for me; that is, unless your neck is fragile. Do you have a fragile neck, ScarJo?

“Go to hell, asshole.”

“You first,” I told her with a smile as I placed the gun out of sight. I didn’t need it anymore.

I smiled as I told her, “Usually I require my victims to give me a blowjob before I send them to their deaths. I don’t suppose you’d be interested?”

She faced away from me as she snorted, “Fuck off!”

“Are you sure you won’t change your mind? It would delay your hanging by a few minutes.”

“Any way I can totally get out of hanging up here?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Then let’s get this over with.”

“Defiance; that’s good. I like that in a victim.”

“Bastard!”

She panted heavily as I walked over to the lever that would release the trap. “Any last words before I drop you?”

“I got nothing more to say to you.”

“There’s still time for that blowjob.”

“Go to hell.”

“How about a last fuck?”

“Over my dead body.”

“Your terms are acceptable.” Then I pulled the lever.

She dropped maybe a foot or two. I thought the noose might break her neck. That would have been the merciful thing. But fate wasn’t being merciful to Miss Scarlet Johansen today.

The rope shifted as she started to dance for me. And boy, how she danced! It was incredible!

I suppose it was my fault really. I’d made sure the rope was nice and thick. She really struggled with it around her neck.

She was quite the fighter. I could tell she desperately wanted to live. Her legs really kicked as she gyrated in the noose.

Somehow she got turned around until she was facing the gallows. She fought to work her legs back up onto the platform. She was doing everything in her power to ease the pressure of the noose around her neck.

It was amazing how she managed to get both legs back onto the platform. The noose even looked like she was trying to work it off. She managed to splay herself up on the platform, somewhat easing the tension of the rope around her throat.

She rasped and gurgled as she looked at me. She was actually getting more air with less of her weight in the noose. What was I to do over this dilemma?

“Change your mind about that blowjob?” I asked with amusement. She rasped as she tried to glare defiantly at me.

I smiled at her as I asked, “Want me to leave you like that? It looks kind of painful. It might take you a long time to strangle to death that way. Of course I might actually enjoy that.”

Something flashed in her eyes as her legs struggled. Then she shook her head as she rasped and gurgled. I don’t think she wanted her agony to be extended indefinitely.

“Maybe it’s all that weight,” I observed thoughtfully. “Let me see if I can make you a little lighter.”

I carefully removed her top and bra. Then I tossed them off the gallows. “That any better?” I asked with a sly grin.

She tried to speak. But her words hung up in her throat. She was still rasping… still getting a little air.

I removed her garter, heels and stockings. Then I pulled off her bottoms. Her cunt glistened beckoningly from her fearful arousal.

She rasped again as she shook her head. Apparently she didn’t like me taking everything off. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I remove too much? I’ll put something back.”

I slipped her heels back on. Then I smiled cruelly. “How’s that?”

She rasped at me again as she shook her head. “Oh, you want me to take something off of mine? You want me to remove my trousers? Certainly; be glad to!”

I pulled my pants and briefs off. My exposed cock immediately stood at attention. She looked at it and then looked at me. The expression in her face indicated she didn’t appreciate my gesture.

I smiled cruelly at her. “Still strangling? How about a fuck for a quicker death?”

She rasped again. Despair filled her features. Then she nodded her head.

“Good girl. Finish me off and I’ll do the same to you.”

I parted her legs as I lifted her up. My cock easily slid inside her. Then I started thrusting.

“I knew you wanted it, ScarJo. I can tell by how wet your cunt is. See; I slid right in! Feel free to enjoy yourself since it’ll be the last fuck you ever feel.”

I took my time pumping her. I enjoyed how she clenched around my thrusting shaft. I don’t know if that was deliberate on her part or simply a reflex forced by the noose strangling her.

“I’m going to cum now, ScarJo. Get ready for my baby batter.” Then I thrust nice and deep.

She really milked me as I pumped her full of my seed. By now her face was really getting red. She didn’t have much time left.

“How about that ass, Scarlett? Mind if I fuck that ass?”

She rasped and gurgled in response. Her face was turning red. Drool fell off her tongue onto her tits.

“Ok – ok. I promised you a little mercy. Let’s get you back to fully hanging like the noose whore you are. I’ll just take your ass after you’re dead. How does that sound?”

I swung her back around and let her legs dangle. She began to hitch and shudder. She was hardly making any noise at all.

I laid there on the gallows as I watched her ass. It looked so nice and inviting. My cock was getting hard again.

“You really do have the nicest ass, ScarJo. I’ve got a great view from back here.” In response her legs fluttered as her arms jerked a little behind her back.

“You know, ScarJo? I don’t think I can wait until you’re gone. I think I want to feel that ass right now.”

She kicked a little as she gyrated in the noose. I was pretty sure she was dying as she was hardly making those rasping noises anymore. But that sweet ass certainly had my attention.

“You know, ScarJo?” I said as I started stroking myself. “I know I told you I was going to wait until you were dead to take that ass. But I don’t think I can wait that long.”

Was she still alive? How much was that ass clenching in her death throes? A part of me just had to know.

I sat on the edge of the gallows with my legs dangling. I pulled her back to me. Then I thrust my dick up her ass. It felt heavenly.

I smiled as I told her, “You can die now, ScarJo. You can die with my cock up your ass. You might not enjoy it as much as I will. Hell, by now you might not even be able to feel it. But I sure can. Your ass is twitching like a tornado.”

She began to clench as she went into spasms and shudders. Her ass milked another cum out of me until she gurgled. I heard the death rattle in her throat as her bladder released and she pissed herself. Then she hung limp, fully impaled on my cock.

I let her go and watched as she hung limp and lifeless while gently swaying back and forth. “Hell of a show, ScarJo! Hell of a show!”

I gleefully swatted her ass. It set her to gently swaying back and forth. I slapped her ass again, enjoying the way it made her twist and sway.

I laid out on the gallows and looked at her from behind for the longest time. It really was a nice ass. I decided I would have to take it again before I buried her.

(Jan 16 ’20)

(Inspired by the Mike Hunt renders and his story idea.)

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Melvie rides Victor’s guillotine 4.4 (41)

Florio bought my gas when the pump declined my card. So I agreed to go out with him. He was a nice guy.

I was never really attracted to him though. He certainly treated me well enough. But when it came time to getting my sexual needs met, I had a couple of other guys I turned to whenever I wanted someone to rock my world.

I heard about Victor’s guillotine and wanted to go see what it was all about. But Chad and Buck were not available. So I asked Florio to drive me there.

I was impressed when we got there. Victor had quite the mansion. I knew money was involved, because I was seeing dollar signs everywhere as we looked all around.

A girl named Frieda led us down to the basement. She must have been his hostess. Anyway, the basement was where Victor kept his guillotine.

There must have been about six or seven of us. Frieda showed us the machine and how it worked. I don’t know how interested Florio was. But I was definitely intrigued. So were the other bitches who were with us.

Frieda allowed us to lie down on the bench with our heads locked into the lunette. She said the blade was locked and would not be allowed to fall. So naturally each of us had to try it.

I took a turn along with the others. It was quite a thrill. But when someone questioned if the machine even worked, Frieda showed us by imputing a random setting into the controls.

The blade dropped before five minutes were up. We all jumped with a start. Then we laughed about it before we all went back upstairs.

At the barbecue, I got alone with Frieda and a couple of the other girls. She explained how Victor had these risky parties where the guillotine blade could be rigged to drop randomly. The women all rode it naked, sometimes while they were getting fucked by their boyfriend or significant other.

Someone asked if there had ever been an accident. Frieda said it happened every now and then. That’s why anyone who rode it had to sign a waiver. The body would end up being barbecued afterwards. There was always a dinner for all the guests, one way or the other.

I asked if people just laid in the guillotine waiting for the blade to fall. Frieda said that happened sometimes. But usually, the couples liked to fuck while one of them was locked into it. It added to the sexual thrill of being helplessly secured while wondering if the blade was going to fall.

My mind immediately started imagining all the erotic possibilities. I asked Frieda if the girls had orgasms in the guillotine. She said she’d been fucked in the guillotine a few times.
She admitted those orgasms had always turned out to be the most intense. Thinking the blade might come down always made her cum intensely. At that point, I was sold.

It occurred to me I should get Chad or Buck to fuck me in the guillotine during one of those parties. It sounded like one hell of a thrill. And what if I got to watch another couple fucking when the blade came whooshing down? The thought of it soaked my panties.

Florio finally came over and asked if I was ready to go home. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and we left. I was horny, but he was not the one I wanted to fuck.

On the drive back, he asked what I thought about it. I told him it made me think about some sort of museum guillotine. After all, I couldn’t tell him what I was really thinking; could I?

Frieda contacted me a couple days later. She said Victor was going to have a party where the guillotine was going to be unlocked. Did I want to come over to ride it and risk my neck?

I asked what day it was going to be. She said it would be next Saturday. I told her that would be perfect.

I asked if we could bring anyone we wanted. She said that would not be a problem. She probably thought I would be bringing Florio back.

I was excited as hell. I knew Florio had to work a shift that Saturday. All I had to do was check and see if Chad or Buck would be available.

I called Buck and told him my plans. But he said he was busy. So I called Chad.

Chad loved the idea. I think he just wanted to see if I would lose my head while he was fucking me. The idea of having such risky sex got me all hot and bothered.

He agreed to drive me there. But he said he would have to leave early before the party ended. So I would need a ride home. That made me think of Florio.

By the time my boyfriend got off work and got to the party, Chad would be long gone after fucking the shit out of me. I knew Florio would be nice enough to come pick me up. So I called him and told him about it.

I said some girls would probably be riding it. He asked me if I was going to take a chance on it. I admitted I was considering it. I just didn’t tell him I was planning on having Chad fuck me while I was strapped down with my head locked into the lunette.

He said he’d be happy to pick me up. I told him I would meet him there. He said he loved me, and I ended the call.

A couple hours later, I got a call from Buck. Turns out, he had some free time after all. And he knew where the party was taking place.

He told me he’d meet up with me at Victor’s place. I didn’t tell him I already had Chad scheduled to come as well. Besides, I loved the idea they would both be there.

Like Chad, I think Buck wanted to be the one fucking me in case the blade came down. He already knew all about Chad. But he didn’t seem to care.

I didn’t think it would be a problem. In fact, I was pretty excited about it. Having two guys fuck me in the guillotine at the party was going to make all the other girls jealous as hell.

On Saturday, I got a call from Florio a little after noon. I was already in the car with Chad. Buck was going to catch up to us after we got there.

I told Florio I was on my way and that I would see him there after he got off work. “Love you, babe,” he said casually. Then the call ended.

Chad laughed at me. “I heard that. But you didn’t say it back to him. Do you love him, Melvie?”

“He’s a nice guy,” I replied with a dismissive wave. Then I smiled as I added, “But I’m going to Victor’s party with you.”

“And Buck,” he laughed. “I know you told him about it.”

I just grinned at him. “Be nice, Chad. Maybe I’ll let you be the first one to fuck me while I’m lying down with my head locked into the guillotine.”

“What if the blade comes down on you?”

I laughed again. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll give my head to Florio as a souvenir.” He just shook his head as he chuckled.

We arrived at the mansion, and I turned off my phone. I didn’t want to be interrupted. After all, Florio already knew where I was.

We were mingling in the backyard for drinks when Buck arrived. Victor was getting the barbecue ready. “So what’s on the menu?” Chad asked.

“You mean ‘who’s’ on the menu, don’t you?” Frieda remarked with a knowing smile. There was laughter all around.

“I have a bunch of steaks and burgers ready,” Victor replied. “Unless of course, one of you ladies loses her head. Then we’re in for a real treat.”

“You’d really cook one of them?” Buck asked, sounding as though he’d enjoy that a lot.

“Of course he would,” Frieda said with a smile. “He’s done it before. He knows his business. Now who wants to go down with me and see who gets lucky and who’s going to be on the menu?”

Everybody except Victor got up to go downstairs. After all, watching others ride the guillotine before riding it ourselves was the reason we’d all come to the party in the first place.

We all signed waivers at a counter near the door to the basement. Frieda checked them over. “Good,” she said with a nod. “That lets Victor off the hook in case anything goes wrong.”

There were ten of us who went down to the basement. Three other couples had shown up for the party. I was there with Chad and Buck. And of course, there was our hostess.

Frieda got me alone and quietly asked, “Who are the guys you’re with? I thought Florio was your…”

“Oh, Florio’s just a friend,” I told her with a dismissive wave.

“And these two guys are…?” she started to ask. I just grinned in reply.

“Oh,” she said with a wry smile. “Well, I don’t judge. I just help run Victor’s guillotine during these party days.”

When we got to the room with the guillotine, Frieda walked right up to it and set the timer for a two hour maximum. The clock on the wall in front read 0:00. The one on the guillotine read the same.

She said the blade could fall anytime between the first minute and the last. But there were two hours on the clock. She told us she’d only seen the blade come down during the second hour. But there was always a possibility it could drop earlier. So we shouldn’t ride it if we didn’t want to risk it.

I asked her, “What if no one is riding it? Does the timer keep going?”

“The timer shuts off each time the lunette is unlatched,” she replied. “It will remain at that time with the program still randomly plugged in until someone takes it for another ride. The time will continue from that point on, unless someone resets the entire thing to zero.”

“So we can just climb aboard anytime we want?” the busty blonde named Petria asked.

“Not exactly,” Frieda told her with a twinkle in her eye. “It wouldn’t be much fun if you got on, got the timer started, and then immediately stopped it after a few seconds; right? So there’s a five minute minimum each time the lunette is latched.”

The Asian chick named Tekoma blurted out, “You mean we’re stuck inside that damned thing for a minimum of five minutes?”

Frieda didn’t give her an answer. Instead, she turned to me and asked if she could borrow Buck for a few minutes. I told her it was fine with me.

She smiled as she asked him, “Care to help me out?”

“Sure!” he replied with a grin.

She promptly got undressed, shocking all of us. She had a nice rack, although it wasn’t as large as Petria’s. I even thought mine was a little bigger. Sometimes us bitches think about things like that.

She retrieved a set of cuffs and handed them over to Buck. “Put these on me once I’m lying in place, ok?” He nodded excitedly, a noticeable bulge in his pants. I know I’d said it was ok. But at that moment, I was jealous as hell.

She laid down on the bench face down. Her knees did not quite not quite touch the floor as her legs hung off the back of the bench. It left her ass fully exposed for one and all to see. Her cleanly shaved snatch was visibly dripping.

She got her head into place as she looked down into the wicker basket below. Frieda submissively brought her arms behind her back. Then she said, “Go ahead and cuff me, Buck. You’ve got ‘em in your hands; right?”

Buck eagerly cuffed her wrists behind her back. Then she told him, “Slide the lunette down on my neck. It moves easily enough.”

I was amazed she let someone else do it to her. But it slid down with a minimal amount of effort. When I noticed all eyes were on her, it made me even more jealous.

“You see the latch, Buck?” He said he saw it as he nodded. “Good. Once you latch it down, the timer will start. It won’t release me until my five minutes are up. Would you be a gentleman and release me then?”

“Sure thing, Frieda.”

Everyone could see how enthusiastic he was. It was also obvious how much this was affecting our hostess. She was now beginning to pant excitedly.

There was an audible click as he latched the lunette in place. Petria blurted out, “The timers are going!” The clock on the wall in front of the guillotine and the one on the frame were both counting forward… 0:01… 0:02… 0:03.

Everyone focused on Frieda, the clocks or the blade. It was exciting as hell. Then Tekoma’s guy Kimo murmured, “You mean she’s stuck in there until five minutes are up?”

“That’s right,” Frieda panted excitedly upon overhearing him. “I couldn’t get out now if I wanted to.”

“You mean the blade could come down, and off with your head?” That was from a brunette named Mera.

“My waiver is on file with Victor,” she panted. “I try to be careful. But you just never know.” Then her voice rose as she gasped, “Ohgawd! What if this time it comes down early? I could end up on Victor’s menu!”

Did she really think that was possible? Or was this all just for show? I didn’t know, but it was certainly making things exciting. I was more aroused than I thought I would be.

We all watched with great anticipation. The timer passed two minutes and then three. That’s when she gasped, “Buck? Would you do me another favor?”

“What’s that?”

“Would you finger me back there?”

“Sure!”

He grinned at me as he moved next to her ass. I just gave him a jealous glare. Then he rubbed her crotch.

She began to moan as he fingered her slit. It was incredibly arousing to observe. I found myself wishing I would have been the first one to try it.

The timer reached 4:00 and kept going. Frieda writhed and moaned as everyone watched. Some looked up at the blade, wondering if there was really a risk of Frieda losing her head.

We all started counting down as the timer approached five minutes…. “…five… four… three…” Frieda cried out as she squirmed on the bench. The timer hit 5:00 and kept going.

Buck stopped fingering her and rushed forward. He flipped the latch on the lunette, stopping both timers. The numbers read 5:04.

There were sighs and murmurs as everyone exhaled. Buck freed her from the cuffs. Then he lifted the lunette up off her neck.

He helped her to her feet. Frieda was a little unsteady at first. Then she smiled at him as she affectionately touched his shoulder. “Thanks for the O, Buck. That felt wonderful.”

“Anytime,” he answered proudly.

“The bench sure is wet now,” Mera observed, her boyfriend Donahue standing right there next to her.

“That’s because of that nice orgasm Buck just helped me with,” Frieda confessed. “I always cum when I’m locked into the lunette and the timer is running. You think the blade might come down before you get out and you can’t help yourself. You just never know.”

She paused for a moment. Then she smiled as she looked our little group over. “Ok. So who wants to go next?”

I blurted out, “You once said we’re allowed to fuck in the guillotine? Is that right?”

“If you want,” she said to me with a knowing nod. Then she addressed the others by saying, “Anyone who’s shy and doesn’t want to watch someone having sex in the guillotine can head upstairs and wait a few minutes. So go ahead and leave now.” She paused dramatically, but nobody left.

I was so horny I just had to have a release. Besides, I figured the blade wouldn’t come down this early, would it? So I started to strip.

Tekoma, Mera and Petria looked at me in shock. The guys all whooped and cheered. Frieda just grinned at me. I noticed she had not put her clothes back on, nor did she act as though she was going to.

“Chad!” I pointed as I dropped my skirt, indicating I was wearing nothing underneath. “You’re up!”

He grinned at Buck as Frieda helped me lie face down on the bench. My wet pussy was obvious to anyone who looked at it. I knew by the way he was rapidly undressing that Chad was eager to fuck me in front of the whole damned room.

I suddenly got nervous when I saw the wicker basket below my head. I was panting as Frieda cuffed my wrists behind my back. Then she brought the lunette down.

“Are you sure?” she asked as she got ready to latch it. “Once it’s latched, you can’t get off the ride until it passes the five minute mark.” She chuckled with amusement.

“Lock her in!” Chad declared. Then he thrust into my wet cunt, causing me to cry out. Frieda latched me in before I could change my mind.

The timer immediately began ticking… 5:05… 5:06… 5:07. “You’ve got ‘til 10:04,” Frieda told me. Gawd; what had I gotten myself into??

Chad pounded me from behind like we were all alone. I cried out as I stared at the ticking timer on the wall in front of me. My fear and arousal were clear off the charts. What if the blade dropped early and took my head off??

I suddenly blurted out, “I’ve ch-changed my mind!”

“Too late,” Frieda chuckled as she came around in front and caressed my cheek. “You’ll be good eating once the blade comes down.”

“Ohgawd!”

Chad fucked me good and hard. I heard gasps and moans from the others. I caught sight of Frieda touching herself all over as she moaned, “Gawd, I should have let Buck fuck me while I was all locked in.”

“Next time!” I heard Buck eagerly blurt out. The bastard was happy to fuck anything that moved.

The timer passed six minutes… then seven… and then eight. Why the hell was it taking so long?? I suddenly became terrified I would not live to see ten.

By 9:06 I was cumming up a storm as Chad emptied himself deep inside me. I wanted out, but there was still time on my meter, so to speak. Chad was still inside me, thrusting as though he hadn’t cum yet, even though I knew he had.

I begged Frieda to shut it down, but she just laughed. Chad kept fucking me as I mentally willed the timer to hurry along. I actually came again at 9:55.

I was deathly afraid my head was coming off before they could shut it down. Then I heard everyone counting down. Frieda finally stepped up and flipped the latch at 10:06. That’s when I fainted dead away.

2022 (written Oct 18 ’22; ed. Jan 18 ‘23 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (6)

Coming January rewards

The 15th chapter to Aravanna
The 15th chapter to Katia
A summer of Cassidy
Eager girls
A day at Lake Malawi
A special request
The call of the lake
One way boat ride
Pool lovers
No more dates
Janet in caged quicksand
And a couple others I’m considering

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.

December has been unseasonably warm. We did get a couple of light snow showers. Saturday it snowed just enough to give the city that Christmas feel. But it’s going to be gone soon when our temps rise back up above December averages.

Today, mom and I engaged in our annual “hunt for an open restaurant on Christmas” drive. Google maps said “yes, they’re open”. But we found empty parking lots in those places. I was driving, so naturally I got us into a couple of spots where I had to turn us around. Mom just laughed.

We finally ate at Red Lobster. The meal was not what it could have been. But mom liked her fries and her decaffeinated coffee, and we both liked the cheddar biscuits. But most of all, we both greatly enjoyed each other’s company.

We’re enjoying each other as much as we can, while we still can. There have been several fatal car accidents around here lately, including one that tragically took the lives of four teens. There are many hurting families out there this Christmas, and it breaks my heart. So make sure to enjoy friends and family this holiday season while they are still around.

I hope your Christmas was very merry indeed. Have a Happy New Year. Thank you for being my patrons. See you in January.

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Indoor spa fun 4.3 (32)

It was after midnight and I couldn’t sleep. Karen had gone to bed early. She’d claimed a headache, but I think she was just avoiding any chance of the two of us being intimate.

After a while I decided a good soak in the apartment complex’s indoor spa would relax me. So I changed into my suit. I toyed with what to wear before I settled on a pair of black speedos.

It was a cool night. I was looking forward to the warm waters of the spa. I quietly made my way to the courtyard and unlocked the building with my apartment key.

I heard the jets the moment I went inside. The lights had been dimmed so as not to alert the rest of the apartment complex. It made me wonder who was already inside.

I opened the inner door and looked in. Gloria was sitting upright in the spa with her back to a jet. The top to her light blue one-piece had been pulled down, exposing a nice set of breasts.

I’d seen her in the spa a time or two. So her presence wasn’t all that surprising. What did surprise me was the absence of her husband Dick.

“Hi Brett,” she said with a cheery smile when she saw me looking in. “Like what you see?” Then she wriggled her chest at me.

“Yes I do,” I admitted.

I stepped inside, closed the door behind me, and then climbed down into the water. I figured if she wasn’t chasing me out or pulling her top back up, it meant I was in the clear.

I had just settled in front of another jet when she asked, “Late for you to be out here this time of night. What’s the matter, Brett? Can’t sleep?”

I threw the question back at her with a smile as I asked, “Can’t you?”

She ignored it. “So where’s Karen?”

“Where’s Dick?”

“He doesn’t like using the spa.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

She still hadn’t bothered pulling her top back up. I couldn’t help staring. She finally told me, “I’m not going to pull it back up, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“So long as you don’t mind my looking.”

She gave me a smile, putting me even more at ease. “Oh, I don’t mind. In fact, I was kind of thinking about…” She paused as though she was considering something.

“Thinking about what?”

She gave me an amused look, a twinkle in her eye. “I was going to get myself off. And I planned on doing it completely nude. That’s ok with you; isn’t it?”

Getting to see her naked didn’t bother me in the slightest. So I told her, “Go right ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, there’s a little more to it than that, Brett. You see, I’m not getting naked unless you are.”

Was that a challenge? Did she think I’d be too timid? Did she figure I would call it an evening and leave her alone?

I figured I didn’t have all that much to lose. So I promptly pulled my speedos down my legs. I grinned at her as I tossed them aside.

A faint smile crossed her lips. “Aha! I thought maybe you were one of those!” And with that she pulled her suit all the way down her legs until she was just as naked as I.

I couldn’t help staring at her crotch. She kept it cleanly shaved. It made my cock harden even more.

She smiled as she told me, “I’m going to get off now, Brett. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why should I mind?”

She gave me a knowing smile as though she liked my answer. Was she glad I was playing along?

She went over to the metal rails leading into the spa. To my surprise she filled her lungs before inverting her position and going over backwards. She used her ankles for support, using them to brace herself against the rails to the spa.

She was over backwards on the bench seat inside the spa, her head fully submerged in the deepest part as bubbles came up. Right away I noticed where the jet was hitting her. Then she came back up for a breath.

She filled her lungs before submerging backwards again. More bubbles came out of her mouth and nose. It was deliberate on her part, especially as the jet between the rails was hitting her lady parts the same as before.

Clearly she’d done this more than once. How many times had she come out here and gotten herself off using that one particular jet?

My cock really got hard as she tipped her head back until it was almost touching the floor of the spa. Then she started touching herself. The jet hit her crotch just right, making her wriggle a little.

She was under for a good thirty seconds before she came back up, coughing and snorting. “Water up my nose,” she explained. “A couple more times and I should be good to go.”

She filled her lungs and then went back under. I saw her legs tense up as she braced her ankles against the rails. Then she started rubbing herself all over again.

She looked up at me and smiled. Then she released a few teasing bubbles. It made me ask myself why she should be allowed to hog all the fun to herself.

I stood up and deliberately started stroking my meat. Seeing her hold her breath while touching herself was incredibly erotic. Besides, what was she going to do to me now? She was acting as though she didn’t care whether or not I participated in her illicit little activity.

She came up out of the water and gasped, “I think I’m ready.” Then she grinned lewdly at me as she asked, “Does this mean you’re going to join me, Brett?”

“Join you?”

She pointed at what I was doing. “Are you going to masturbate with me?”

“You’re the one turning me on, Gloria. If you’re going to get yourself off, I don’t see why I should be left sitting here in the spa with blue balls.”

She grinned happily. “Now that’s the kind of response I like to get!”

She filled her lungs and submerged. Then she went back to touching herself. So I went back to stroking myself, enjoying the incredibly erotic sight before me.

I didn’t expect what happened next. Gloria reached out and grabbed my balls. Then she pulled me a little closer as she groped and fondled them.

At that moment I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. Besides, we were both married. Neither one of us wanted our spouses to know about our joint masturbation session out here in the indoor spa.

She surprised me by staying down for quite a long time. I had no idea she was that kind of breath-holder. Sexy bubbles came out of her mouth and nose.

I decided not to rush things. I wanted to enjoy the view while I could. Besides, I had no idea if this might be the one and only time I ever got to do this with Gloria.

She finally came up panting loudly for breath. Then she took one look at me and grinned. “Fucking hot, Brett!”

“You’re pretty damned sexy yourself, Gloria. I’ll have to pace myself or I might cum too soon.”

She gave me a huge, shit-eating grin. Then she filled her lungs and submerged. She went right to the bottom and started groping and caressing her mounds again as the jet spewed against her lady parts.

I sat back into the seat and watched her. I slowly stroked the entire time. It was incredibly erotic watching her hold her breath while touching herself like that as the jet spurted against her crotch.

She didn’t even touch her lady parts. She just let the jet do all the work. I loved the way she writhed and wriggled as the jetting water hit her just right.

She was down for quite a while. I really had to pace myself. I wanted to wait until I saw her orgasm before I shot my load all over the interior of the spa.

She finally burst up gasping loudly for breath. “Damn, that feels good!” she panted. Then she gave me a knowing smile before adding, “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Well, you might say I’m enjoying the view.”

“Oh really? Do tell.”

“I had no idea you could hold your breath while getting off like that.”

“It’s how I like to cum when I’m using the spa. Which reminds me…”

She paused and gave me an evil look. Then she told me, “You can’t cum unless you’re underwater holding your breath.”

I gave her a questioning look. “Apartment complex rules, Gloria?”

“My rules, Brett. If you like what you see and you want to get off, you’ll have to do it like I’m doing it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s so.”

I think she thought she had me. She was going to get off while leaving me frustrated. I don’t think she knew just how much I enjoyed being out here in the spa.

She took deep breaths to prepare herself. I matched her inhalation for inhalation. When she submerged, I went right down with her.

At first she was more than a little surprised. Then she grinned at me as though discovering a tasty new morsel. She groped her boobs and writhed against the bubbling jet as I stroked my cock while cupping my balls.

She groped herself harder. I watched as her hips really started to wriggle. It looked as though she was getting into it. Was she going to orgasm during this breath-hold?

I stroked harder. Gloria wriggled like crazy as she aimed her crotch at the jetting water. It looked like she was really enjoying herself.

I don’t know when it morphed into a contest. I finally decided I wasn’t going to surface until after she did. And I was going to try to pace myself, waiting to ejaculate until right after her climax.

She writhed even harder. Bubbles started dribbling out of her nose. It looked like she was trying to fuck the jetting water.

I stroked harder while cupping and caressing my balls. I was getting pretty close. But I was trying to figure out how long I needed to hold off until she came first.

Gloria’s expression changed into a grimace. It looked as though she was trying to outlast me. We both writhed as we worked at getting ourselves off underwater in the spa.

She suddenly stiffened. Then she began jerking around as though she’d been hit by a live wire. I thought I saw a little discoloration emerge from her lady parts.

It swelled within me until I started shooting a load into the spa. I had no idea I’d been storing up so much cream. I suppose my wife Karen was partly to blame for that.

Gloria finally shot up and gasped madly for breath. But her ankles lost the rails. She slipped back under and had to sit up on the seating to compose herself.

I shot up a few seconds later. I coughed a couple times before gaping like crazy. I had no idea I was capable of pushing myself like that.

“Fucking hot, Brett!” she gasped. Then she lowered her head as though feeling guilty about something.

She sighed before telling me, “I’d better get out of the water before I do something I might live to regret.”

I nodded with understanding as I told her, “You’re right, of course.”

We quietly got back into our suits. Then we each took a towel from a stack that had been previously washed and left for the residents to use. In no time at all I was dry enough to head back to the apartment.

“That helped,” I said as I headed for the door. “I think I can fall asleep now.”

“Me too, Brett.”

She looked at me with sadness and longing. I could see it in her eyes. I felt the same way, but I knew we didn’t dare stay a second longer together.

“I enjoyed it,” I said as I opened the door and headed out. Her voice followed me out with “I did too!” Then I proceeded to put it out of my mind as I headed back.

…or at least I tried to…

2021 (written Sep 18 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps from JustPaul’s animation.)

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The Santamos Island concierge 4.3 (28)

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

I work as a concierge at the hotel on the south side of the island. I don’t get many requests down here. Many of the tourists who come to experience the ultimate fantasy usually check into the classier Robespierre hotel. It has all the amenities you would ever want, especially when it comes to suiting one’s needs for passing into the next life.

That doesn’t mean we don’t get the occasional request down here. I’ve filled out my share of paperwork for those wanting to check out, even though they are not leaving the island. It’s just that other parts of the island catch more business.

It’s not that Santamos gets swamped with activity or anything like that. Our days are often routine. We can go as long as a couple of weeks before we encounter a tourist wanting to make the ultimate decision. That’s why we don’t see the heavier activity down here.

Sometimes I get asked to oversee the ending of a life, especially when it falls outside the normal parameters of what we have set up here. We have the usual endings, of course. But sometimes we encounter a guest who’d like us to improvise.

The only “sanctioned” drownings are those that occur down at our tidal stakes. It can be quite the experience, especially if a guest has to wait several hours as the tide rises and climbs the post they’re tied to. But we do get the occasional drowning request that falls outside the methods we usually implement.

For instance, we had one woman show up at my hotel who wanted to go out by way of drowning. When I explained how our tidal stakes worked, she requested a different drowning method. Of course, we’re encouraged here on Santamos to indulge our guests as much as is humanly possible.

After seeing to the paperwork, Laverne asked if I would accompany her as she sought out the best way to go out for herself. I got someone to cover for me at the desk. Then I made it my personal mission to see to her needs.

I took her down to the beach and showed her our tidal stakes, wondering if perhaps she might change her mind. She thought that might take too long. The stress of waiting for the tide to rise high enough to drown her might cause her to falter and thus to freak out during her experience rather than being able to enjoy it to the full.

We went for a stroll along the beach. I asked how she would feel about walking out into the surf and drowning herself that way. She said she was still considering that as a possibility. But she thought she wanted something a little different.

I asked if she wanted to do this on her own or if she required some assistance. She said she wasn’t sure. I told her I could always find someone to hold her under until the fateful moment she started swallowing water.

She thought about it for a moment. Then she asked me if I could be the one to hold her down. I told her I could arrange to get anyone she liked, but if she preferred me to assist in this manner then I would be happy to oblige. She seemed a little unsure of this, so I did not press her on it.

We went out to the marina and looked around. I told her I could arrange for her to ride out on a boat and be thrown overboard. It didn’t happen often, but I’d heard of the occasional drowning at sea.

I explained a set of weights would take her right to the bottom. An attached rope would allow us to pull her back up when the deed had been completed. Then we could give her a proper burial.

She thought about it for a moment. But she wasn’t sure if she wanted someone to throw her overboard. She imagined her drowning to be a much more intimate affair.

I asked if she had considered drowning herself in a bathtub. She told me that felt a little too clinical. In her mind bathtubs were for getting cleaned up. She said it was ok if others took that method. But it felt a little too sterile for her tastes.

I queried her as to why she was interested in drowning. Laverne explained she had always enjoyed the water ever since she was a youngster. She could not recount how many times she had gotten herself off at the bottom of some pool, lake or stream.

I explained to her that I had never experienced an orgasm underwater. She asked if I would be interested in seeing one for myself. I smiled as I told her it would be all right with me so long as she was comfortable having me watch her. She said she would be delighted to show me.

It was dark when we arrived back at the hotel. So we went out back to our outdoor pool. Our warm temperatures year-round make the pool an inviting, if not a necessary, addition.

She suddenly became apprehensive. She had not brought a suit along. I told her not to worry. She could go nude if she so desired.

She stripped down until she was only wearing her white blouse. I did the same so she would feel more comfortable. She seemed appreciative I was going the extra mile for her.

There were no other guests in the pool when we entered the water. It was nice and warm. Soon Laverne had opened her blouse, allowing me to gaze upon her lovely, bare breasts.

She went underwater several times. I’m used to being in the pool, so I went under with her. She became more relaxed the more I participated in a shared swim.

She was under for a long time before she came up for a breath. She smiled shyly at me as she explained, “The longer I’m under, the more aroused I become.” It seemed true, as her nipples had markedly hardened.

We were in the shallow end when she suddenly submerged. She went flat on her back onto the pool floor. Then she began touching herself all over.

Normally I’m able to maintain my professionalism with the guests. But Laverne’s actions were incredibly stimulating. The way she touched herself as she released bubbles was quite erotic.

She came up and asked me what I thought. I blushed as I apologized for my lack of professionalism. I had become horny, and I begged her forgiveness.

She told me I had nothing to be sorry about. On the contrary, she was thrilled I’d enjoyed watching her. Then she took a deep breath before going back down.

She was in the glow of one of the overhead lights. It really accented her body as she lay on the bottom of the pool. It was one of the few times I had ever found myself becoming aroused by the actions of a guest.

She really worked her nub with her fingers. Occasionally she thrust them into her pussy. The way she wriggled and squirmed was incredibly erotic. And the way her blouse fluttered around her exposed chest merely added to the sensuality of the moment.

She came up gasping for breath. Then she smiled shyly as she asked, “What did you think about that?”

I told her it was quite erotic. Then I again asked her to forgive me for my lack of professionalism. I explained that I didn’t know whether it was the bubbles or the way she thrashed about down there. But I had become shamefully aroused.

She reached out and touched my arm. “Please don’t be ashamed on my account. I love the way I turned you on. Can I show you again?”

It’s not often I find myself blushing in front of a guest. All I could do was stammer, “Yes; please.” She grinned happily at me, making me glad I was able to bring her some small semblance of joy by my presence.

She took really deep breaths before filling her lungs with air. Then she submerged again. Bubbles trickled up from her nose as she stretched out flat onto her back.

I watched with growing excitement as she touched herself underwater. I could not fathom what it was about the experience that was making it so pleasurable for her. Maybe it was holding her breath. Or maybe it was being totally submerged in the water. All I know is that I was terribly, shamefully aroused.

She looked up and bubbled at me. I smiled down at her. Then she grinned back at me. I think it was because she’d caught me caressing myself.

I self-consciously moved my hands away before apologizing down at her in the water. She must have heard me because she motioned… “No, please keep going.” So I caressed my right breast as I rubbed and fingered myself.

She was very deliberate as she touched herself. I was breathless as I watched her. More erotic bubbles came up.

Once more she began to writhe and wriggle. It looked like she was receiving much pleasure. It certainly was a huge turn-on watching her.

She suddenly burst up gasping loudly for breath. Then she smiled self-consciously at me. “So what do you think?”

“Very erotic,” I replied as I shamefully lowered my head. “I cannot explain why. Again, I apologize for my actions and feelings.”

“No apologies are necessary,” she replied. “I’m just pleased I’m turning you on.”

“But it’s not professional.”

“You don’t have to be professional around me. I’m glad you’re here.” Then she filled her lungs with air before submerging again.

Sexy bubbles came up as she went right back to work. She certainly knew how to touch herself in all the right places. It was incredible to observe.

She was down for quite a while. Laverne surprised me by how good she was at holding her breath. I think it was part of her experience.

Maybe I should have been more concerned. But she had expressed a desire to use water as her method of exiting this world. I wasn’t even thinking along those lines. After all, she was only showing me how she got off underwater. And it was utterly incredible.

I got to where I could tell when she was running out of breath. Her chest heaved as more bubbles came up. She furiously fingered herself as though she was running out of time before the need to surface overrode her pleasure.

To my surprise, she stiffened and then shuddered hard. It looked like she was trying to scream underwater. Erotic bubbles trickled out of her nose. I had never witnessed an orgasm so intense before, certainly not one occurring underwater.

It caught me totally by surprise. One moment, she was cumming up a storm. The next, she was inhaling and drowning right before my startled eyes. It was shamefully arousing.

I was shocked as she glubbed and bubbled. Instinctively I reached down to help pull her back up. Then I hesitated as I caught myself. Was this what she ultimately wanted??

She hitched and convulsed as she lay submerged. It looked incredibly painful. Then it overcame me in an unexpected rush.

I let out a shameful cry as I endured a climax of my own. It was embarrassing as hell. But it felt wonderful.

Laverne began to settle down. There were a few stray muscle spasms. Then she lay quiet.

She seemed to stare up at me. But there was no shock or horror in her eyes. Instead, she had a blissful expression.

I looked down upon her sexy body, wondering what I should do. I saw a discoloration emerge out of her slit. It was not the color of urine.

Shamefully I climaxed again. Afterwards I needed a few moments to compose myself. Then I looked down at her and apologized again for my unprofessionalism.

She did not try to contradict me. Her expression was not one of condemnation. Instead, it was as though she had accepted my reaction, if not – dare I say – encouraged my sexual response to her drowning.

It was an experience I have not forgotten. That happened a little while ago. Now I have a better understanding when the occasional guest seeks to be drowned. I always do everything in my power to accommodate their request, even if it means using other means besides our tidal stakes here on Santamos Island.

2021 (written Sep 16 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the pictures I included.)

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She didn’t go back 4.4 (27)

I was out in the forest in my buckboard taking photos with my new photo machine when I saw her. She was crouched low in the thicket. Part of her tattered garment was exposed enough to give away her location.

When I approached, I heard a whimper followed by the rustling of shrubs. I thought for sure she was going to bolt. She seemed frightened about something.

I was curious enough to take my equipment back to the buckboard. I returned with my lunch basket. Then I sat down a short distance away and spread out a blanket on the ground.

I said out loud, “Mighty fine day for a picnic in the woods, wouldn’t you say? It’d be a shame not to be able to enjoy it with someone. Besides, I certainly brought more than enough to eat.”

I pulled out a drumstick and started to eat. Charlotte always did make mighty fine fried chicken. She was kind of sweet on me.

She was still in the thicket. So I put a piece of chicken on a piece of newspaper. Then I got up, walked over and placed it down in front of the shrub before walking back to my picnic basket. When I turned to look, the paper and chicken were gone.

I thought I heard the sound of someone ravenously devouring that drumstick. “There’s more out here if you want. But you’ll have to come out to eat it. Afterwards, you can go back to your thicket if you prefer.”

A head slowly emerged. Right away I understood the situation. It almost broke my heart.

She looked young enough to be my daughter. But Mary had gotten married and moved back East, leaving me alone. I couldn’t blame her, as the hills of Kentucky were no place for a woman who preferred city life.

Her tattered garments disguised her dark, physical features. I motioned her to come over and have another piece of chicken. I told her I wasn’t the least bit interested in who she was or where she’d come from. I just had plenty of chicken because Charlotte wanted to make sure I didn’t go hungry.

She hesitantly came out of the thicket. She wandered over and sat down. I pulled out the rest of the chicken and set it right in front of her.

She ravenously attacked it. Charlotte had certainly done well. This time there was nothing left over.

I finally said, “Somebody’s looking for you, aren’t they?”

She stiffened as though preparing to bolt. She didn’t nod her head, nor did she give a yay or nay. But I thought I saw her start to tremble.

“You don’t want to go back, do you?”

I thought I saw a tear in her eye. Then her head shook as though indicating, “No, I don’t.” I nodded in understanding.

“Ok. I hope you don’t mind my being around your thicket. I just came out here to try my hand at being a photographer. You can watch me or you can return to your thicket. I don’t mind either way.”

It was nice to see she did not return to her thicket.

I retrieved my equipment from the buckboard and set up the tripod. But I only took half a dozen photos. I was careful with the shots I chose. After all, film is expensive and hard to come by.

She watched me the whole time. I offered to take a photo of her. But she seemed frightened of that, so I didn’t.

When I was done, I told her I was headed back home. I told her I lived on the outskirts of a small village. If she wanted to come along, she could duck down in my buckboard so she wouldn’t be seen. Or she could stay out here in her thicket. But I couldn’t promise I would return.

She looked at me for a long moment. Then she helped me put my equipment back into the buckboard. When we were done, she crawled into the back under a canvas as I took my seat. A flick of the reins, and Winnie headed us home at a leisurely trot.

She started speaking when I fed her stew for supper. She said her name was Phibe. She’d run away with her two brothers.

When their pursuers had gotten close, she’d jumped into the river. Her brothers had stayed on the bank to distract the men from finding her. She heard cries as well as the sound of whipping. Then they all disappeared.

I fully understood her dilemma. And I was sympathetic. I told her I wasn’t the least bit interested in reporting her. She reminded me too much of my daughter Mary, despite the color of her skin. I was happy for the company.

She stayed the night. More nights were to follow. She seemed shy and innocent. But looks were deceiving. I was all but certain of the abuse she’d no doubt received where she’d come from… and would receive again were she ever to go back.

Things changed when three Southerners stopped by. They said they were looking for escaped slaves. I told them I hadn’t seen any. Besides, I was too eccentric, what with my equipment and all.

Half the village thought I was a loon. I told them any slaves who came around here would take one look at me and run. That seemed to satisfy them.

I waited until they were long gone before fetching Phibe from her hiding place. She looked very sad. Then she told me, “They’ll keep coming back until they find me… or others like me. Then they’ll hurt you. They always do.”

I told her I could help her keep running. There were places farther north she could go. But she told me she was tired of running.

She asked me about the photos I took. She remarked how long they might last. I told her I didn’t know… months… years… maybe even decades. Photography was still in its infancy. But newspaper lasted a long time if it was well kept. I figured photographs would last even longer.

She hesitated a moment. Then she carefully asked, “Hiram? Would you… take a photograph of me?”

“I thought you didn’t want any photographs taken. I thought you were afraid of them falling into the wrong hands.

“They’ll be around a long time, won’t they?”

“Longer than I will, child.”

She said please. I didn’t want them to fall into the wrong hands. But how could I say no to her?

Charlotte gave me permission to film in one of her rooms. I thought it would be better than in any of mine. After all, my wallpaper was falling apart.

I told Charlotte I needed to be alone. I had a model who was just passing through. She was shy and wanted me to take photos without anyone present.

Charlotte saw right through me, just as I’d anticipated. But she accepted my conditions anyway. Charlotte always was kind of sweet on me.

I made sure Phibe kept out of sight in the back of my buckboard. Charlotte lived on a lane without a lot of neighbors. But I still wanted to be careful.

Once we got inside, I set up the equipment on my tripod in Charlotte’s drawing room. She even offered to let me use a couple of her dresses for my model. When Phibe put one on, she looked lovely. It made her come alive as the young woman she was rapidly becoming.

For the first time in many years, I began to get a rise down below. Normally I would have been embarrassed. But losing my wife to the sickness so many years ago had made that area inactive. That’s why Charlotte and I had never married.

I took three photos of Phibe. I told her I couldn’t promise how they would turn out. I think she saw the reaction she was having on me. It embarrassed me.

She asked if she could remove the dress she was wearing for a couple more photos. I told her I was old enough to be her father and didn’t want to shame her. She said it was no shame, considering what she’d already endured where she’d come from.

She sensuously removed the dress. I snapped another photo with trembling hands. I couldn’t believe the effect she was having on me.

She smiled shyly at me. Then she got sad again. “Hiram, do you have enough film to take a few more photos of me?”

I told her I did. She told me to wait where I was. Then she left the room.

At first I wondered what she was doing. She wasn’t robbing Charlotte, was she? I couldn’t allow that, no matter how I may have felt about her.

When she returned, I was shocked at what was in her hand. She was carrying a length of rope. One end had been formed into a noose.

“Phibe, what’s the meaning of this?”

“Is it ok if it’s in the photo? That way if anybody sees it…”

I was beginning to understand. “They’ll think that’s what happened to you?” She nodded her head.

“Phibe, I can’t take a photo of you with a thing like that hanging in view!”

“Please, Hiram?”

I shook my head. I didn’t like where this was going. Yet a part of me understood what she was thinking. Maybe if the photos did fall into the wrong hands, they would assume she’d been hanged. Maybe they would stop looking for her.

I reluctantly agreed. She used one of Charlotte’s dresses as a prop. I took two photos. Her naked image with the noose in the background had a profound effect on me. I was shamefully embarrassed again.

I told her it was getting late. We needed to leave before Charlotte returned. I wanted to be off the lane in case any of the neighbors might be out.

She helped me pack the buckboard. Then I took her home. She seemed unusually quiet and sad.

I fed her some stew. Then I put her to bed. As usual, I slept on the floor in the kitchen.

Part 2

The next day Charlotte showed up with some fried chicken and apple pie. I asked her what the occasion was. She told me she wanted to fix extra in case I had a visitor for lunch.

I gave her a look of concern. She just gave me a dismissive wave. “Don’t worry, Hiram. If you don’t eat it all today, you’ll finish it tomorrow. I know how much you like my fried chicken. You won’t let it go to waste.”

I was sure she knew something. She just smiled and wished me a good day. Then she was gone.

Phibe came out of hiding. She smiled as she remarked, “She’s a nice lady; isn’t she, Hiram?”

“Yes, Phibe; she certainly is.”

“Can we go on a picnic in the woods today… out where you found me? Could you bring your photo equipment?”

“Want to make a day of it, Phibe?” She smiled and nodded.

We packed everything into the buckboard. She ducked in back to hide under some canvas. Then I directed Winnie off to the forest.

After we arrived, Phibe and I went for a little walk. We found a different spot where she wanted to lay out the blanket for lunch. It was in a small, earthen clearing.

Lunch was bittersweet. I sensed something was wrong. I had the feeling Phibe was about to leave me. But I decided not to bring it up. I didn’t want to spoil the meal, nor the pleasant afternoon we were sharing together.

Afterwards, she helped me set up the equipment. Then she revealed a couple of additional items under the tarp she’d snuck in without my noticing. One was a spade.

The other was Charlotte’s rope, still fashioned into a noose…

I looked at her in shock. That’s when Phibe told me, “I’m not going back, Hiram. But I’m not leaving either. So I want to know if you would take a couple more photos of me.”

I felt a lump in my throat as I started to protest. “Phibe, we’re not doing this!”

“I’m not going back, Hiram. But I don’t want to hide anymore. And I’m not going to run. This is the only way out for me.”

She sounded adamant… resolute. But so was I. “Phibe, I’m not going to hang you.”

“Then I’ll hang myself, Hiram. I only want you to help me. And I want you to take a couple of photos… so people will know…”

Her voice broke. Then she paused to compose herself before finishing her thought… “…so that people will know I was… that I was alive and free… if only for a little while.”

“Phibe, I…”

“If you don’t do this, Hiram, you know that eventually I’ll be captured. You know what they’ll do to me, don’t you? I might not even make it all the way back.”

I nodded. I could only imagine what might happen to her. I didn’t want to dwell on it.

We went back to that little clearing. She’d already picked out a tree. I guess I shouldn’t have been all that surprised.

I dug a little grave nearby. When I was done, we ate the rest of the chicken and the pie. Then Phibe got naked. She wanted to be nude when I took the last of her photos.

I got one of her standing there in the clearing. Then she wrapped the noose around her neck and posed. She held her arms behind her back until I snapped off another photo.

Afterwards we stretched out on the blanket together. She was still naked. I was amazingly stirred by her beauty… shamefully stirred.

She quietly said, “All I ask is you take one more photo of me, Hiram. Please wait until I’m dangling from the noose, ok?”

“Phibe, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” Then she kissed me.

I don’t know where it came from or what came over me. Even Charlotte had not brought it out of me. But that’s when my passions unexpectedly overwhelmed me.

I took her right there on the blanket. It was shameful. When we were done and panting for breath, I profusely apologized.

She told me it was all right. She figured she would be taken like that and much worse once she was caught and on her way back. She was glad I had acted that way as she figured she deserved it for running away.

I told her she deserved nothing of the sort. In response she kissed me hard. Then she begged me to make love to my condemned runaway one last time before I hanged her.

Taking her the first time had come as a shock… a surprise… even a miracle of sorts. The second time was even more unexpected. I don’t know if it was her nudity, the solemnness of the moment, or the fact she would soon be dangling from the noose. All I know is that I ravished her.

She responded willingly…

Afterwards, we rested on the blanket in the afterglow of our coupling. That’s when sadness filled her features. She paused to compose herself. Then she stood resolute with a determined look on her face.

“Now hang me, Hiram. Hang me and bury me. You have the photos of my existence. It is enough for me to know that someday people will know I existed and that I had to be hanged for running away.”

I sighed heavily. Then I took a length of cord from the basket I’d brought with us. She wanted me to bind her arms behind her back.

She said she’d witnessed other hangings back where she’d come from. She wanted to be hanged the very same way. She did not want my sympathy or pity. She only wanted my help… and my lust.

I hesitated, and for a moment I almost backed out. Then I decided to grant her final request. In our last moments together, I could only try to give her what she wished for.

I noosed her up with her arms behind her back. Unbelievably, I began to stiffen again in my nudity as she wanted me naked for the task at hand. She saw my excitement and smiled as though she approved.

She looked at me calmly. Then she told me, “I’m not going back, Hiram”

I told her, “No, you’re not, Phibe.”

I gave her a moment to catch her breath. Then I pulled on the rope, taking her up into the air. I tied off the loose end and then watched her kick.

I’m ashamed to report how stiff I became at observing her suffering. Inside, my heart was breaking. It was Mary leaving all over again… and losing my wife to that sickness. But Mary had to go back East to be happy. Phibe was seeking happiness in her own way.

She kicked and suffered for several minutes. Her breasts were full and swollen, evidence she’d become a fine, young woman. She leaked from between her legs, evidence of our recent coupling. I was sad she would never know what it was like to become a mother.

While she was still conscious, I went over to my equipment and prepared to take another photo. It looked like she was really suffering as she strangled in the noose. But I thought I saw a flash of something appreciative in her eyes the moment I took the photo.

She began to settle down. Then she soiled herself. I took one last photo. Then I took her down.

I redressed her before burying her. I wept the entire time. When I was done I collected all my belongings before heading back to the buckboard.

EPILOGUE

I returned a few days later. I buried a couple of pictures in the ground close to her body to say my final goodbyes. That was the last I ever saw of her grave. I never went back.

I had to buy another rope for Charlotte. I could not risk letting her see the one I’d used on Phibe. I had left that one in the ground with her as I could not bring myself to haul it back.

After a week, I paid my respects to Charlotte. I presented her the new rope and made my apologies. She thought she’s misplaced it and was appreciative of my consideration.

We sat and talked for the longest time until she asked about my recent boarder. I told her the young lady had moved on. I was sure I would never see her again. That’s when I broke down and cried.

Charlotte was tender and understanding. She consoled me until I strangely found myself becoming stiff. When she offered her usual kiss of kindness and concern, I was more than a little ardent in returning it.

My passion caught her by surprise, although it was a welcome one. That evening I stayed with her. We spent the entire night making love.

Within three months, we were wed.

2019 (written Oct 28 ’19 by riwa. Inspired by the manip I found on the Internet.)

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Confessions of a Male Club Attendant (m/m, m/f) 4.4 (63)

I met them in the produce section of the local grocery store. To be more precise, I met Bert Stimps.

He saw me eyeing one of the women shoppers. He came up to me and remarked, “She’s hot; isn’t she?” I quietly told him that I certainly thought so.

He pointed at another one who was checking out cantaloupes. “What about that one? Would you like to bang that one?”

I looked around to make sure I wasn’t being set up. Then I told him, “Nice tits, tight ass, blonde hair. Yeah, I suppose I would under the right conditions.”

He gave me a knowing smile as he asked, “What would you say if I were to tell you I could make that happen?”

I gave him a stern look. “What the hell makes you think you could make that happen?”

“I’m married to her.”

“You’re crazy!”

I turned to head off in the opposite direction. He just grabbed my arm to stop me. “Wait; she’s coming over.”

I turned to see her approaching us. She had a smile on her face. “I hope I didn’t upset you by sending my husband over to introduce us. My name is Millie Stimps. This is my husband Bert.” I just nodded without speaking, believing I was truly being set-up.

“Did Bert tell you he could make arrangements for you to fuck me?”

Playing it safe, I decided to lie. “Well, he didn’t say anything like that. He only mentioned how hot you looked.”

“Bert, I wanted you to tell him he could fuck me!”

“I told him that, Millie!”

“You did?”

She eyed me as though judging how naughty I had been for being caught in a lie. “Well, no matter, Mr. uh…”

“Coxson. Jack Coxson.”

“Love the name. Anyway, the offer still stands. You see, my husband loves to watch me having sex with other men. He gets off on it.”

“How do I know I won’t get a bullet in the back of my skull?”

“A fair question. The answer is: you won’t. In fact, if this whole thing works out, we’d love to have you over more often. The last two guys we tried this with didn’t work out very well.”

I was still hesitant. But she looked bangable. I attract my fair share of propositions from women I come across. So I felt as though I had to take her offer somewhat seriously.

She could see it in my expression. “Bert, give Mr. Coxson $200.”

“Yes, dear.” Then he pulled out his wallet and gave me four $50s. I looked at him in confusion as I accepted them.

She asked, “You know the motel down the street?”

“I’ve been by it many times.”

“Go rent us a room. Tell the desk you’re waiting for Millie. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“And if I don’t show?”

“Well, Mr. Coxson. For a handsome young man who’s just been given some cash and an opportunity for a fuck, I expected you to be a lot brighter than that.”

She checked her watch. “See you at 3:00. C’mon, Bert. I want to go home and get ready for my fuck with Mr. Coxson here so I can rub it in your face when I get back home.” Then they both turned and left.

Hearing her talk like that made me a little horny. So I decided to see what might happen. Besides, I was already up $200 without having even done a damn thing.

She showed up promptly at 3:00pm. She was wearing something slinky when I let her in.

She told me she wanted to record me so her husband could watch. But she suspected I wouldn’t allow it. She was right.

We proceeded to bang for the next three hours. The crazy bitch let me fuck her in all three holes. She was crazy orgasmic, crying out like a banshee whenever she climaxed.

She worked three cums out of me, filling three condoms. Then she got dressed. “Helluva workout you gave me, Mr. Coxson. I can’t wait to get home and give my husband every minute detail about how you had your way with me.”

She gave me another $200. Then she gave me her address and phone number. “If you’d like a little more grocery money, call us Friday evening if you want to have another session with a slut like me while my adoring husband is forced to watch.” Then she got dressed and left.

I watched her leave. Then I looked at the paper she’d given me with her address written on it. I shrugged my shoulders and put it in my wallet. I was already up $224, having spent only $176 for the room. What did I have to lose?

That Friday night was the strangest sexual night of my life. Bert was naked, sporting an erection the entire time. What Millie was wearing was even slinkier than what she’d worn to that motel.

She started by blowing me in front of her husband. Then we fucked like rabbits. She degraded and emasculated him the entire time.

The first time, I came in her mouth. She kept it and shared it with her husband in a very sloppy kiss. Then she made him swallow it all. He stroked his dick until it oozed his spunk.

The second time, I came in her pussy. Millie made her husband come over and lick her clean. She even forced him to suck out all my cream before swallowing it. He stroked his dick until he came again.

The third time, she let me fuck her ass. Once I shot another load inside her, she made Bert come over. Then she squeezed it back out, making him swallow it. He masturbated a third time while he was eating it all.

We all got dressed. I was asked if I wanted to return. I told them I’d found it quite arousing, and was willing to come back for more.

Before I left, Millie kissed me at the door. She told me she loved humiliating her man. And since Bert loved it too, they were a very happy couple.

She asked me if I had any limitations. I told her I didn’t know. She said we could always find out when I came back next Friday. That was my cue to leave. So I thanked her before departing, having surprisingly earned another $200 for my efforts.

The next Friday was more of the same, with one small exception. Bert got a little more involved. But it was not the kind of involvement I was expecting.

Millie started out by sucking my dick. Halfway through, she made Bert come over. Then husband and wife took turns sucking me. Bert wasn’t half bad, but I suspected he’d already had practice with their previous playmates.

The first time I came was in Bert’s mouth while he was stroking his dick. He ended up shooting his load a few seconds later. His wife called him a sissy and a faggot.

Next, I fucked Millie’s cunt. Bert was right there, sucking my cock clean whenever I took it out before I shoved it back inside her. When I left my load in her snatch, he was forced to lick me clean. Then he had to lick her and suck out all my cream, resulting in yet another humiliating climax for him.

Finally, I fucked Millie’s ass. Again, Bert was forced to suck my cock whenever I pulled it out before I put it back where it belonged. After leaving a third deposit, Bert again sucked my cock clean before swallowing all the cream Millie could squeeze out of her anal passage.

I left with my balls drained and another $200 in my pocket…

There were more Fridays. And things continued to escalate. Sometimes Bert was tied up and blindfolded so he could only listen. And still, he got hard.

Millie began using a strap-on. Bert was forced to suck both her and me. Then we would fuck him in both ends, with me usually being the one getting the blowjob. Afterwards, I would fuck Millie senseless, after which Bert would be forced to clean her up.

Asphyxiation was soon introduced into our play. We started out with me asphyxiating Millie while Bert oversaw things. They were cautious at first. But they soon got to where they could trust me.

Next, Bert was tied up and helpless while I fucked and asphyxiated Millie. She taunted him by saying I could strangle her and there would be nothing he could do about it. Bert amazed me by how hard he got during each and every one of our kinky plays.

One night, she had Bert tied to a wooden chair. Then she sat on his lap, impaled upon his dick. It was one of the few times she ever let him inside her during my visits.

She started by strangling him. Then she bagged him. Finally she ran a noose around his neck and up through an eyebolt in the ceiling. She pulled on the rope, strangling him as she rode him until he shot a load up into her.

She would suck my cock while she was strangling him. Then she made me shoot my loads all over his face. It was so degrading, but he really seemed to love it. It made that slut Millie orgasm like crazy.

Things took another turn when Millie asked me to fuck her husband. It was the first time I’d ever had my cock up another man’s ass. But my inhibitions had been lowered to the point where it didn’t seem to be such a big deal anymore, not with him sucking my cock all the time.

We took turns fucking him in both ends. Then she had me fuck him while she was bagging and strangling him. It made his ass tighten up so much that he always squeezed a cum right out of me. It also made him cum as well.

One Friday night, we all ended up at the Club. Bert and Millie had asked if I would accompany them. And since they were paying me extra, I told them I’d be willing.

Millie wore a scantily-clad outfit. Bert wore a collar and leash as though he was his wife’s pet. While having some sort of sensor inserted into her navel, Millie made sure the attendants treated me as though I was in charge of the whole thing.

We got a lot of looks once we were inside the place. Millie took us to the lounge to dance while Bert sat in a booth and watched us. There was a certain amount of embarrassment to the whole thing, especially with everyone looking in our direction.

I briefly mentioned my discomfort to Millie. She told me it was ok with them if it was ok with me. Besides, she’d put me in the position of power, and I was supposed to enjoy myself.

I had long since learned to accept the strange requests that came from the Stimps. They certainly had an unusual relationship. But the benefits always outweighed the negatives, so I learned to roll with it.

Afterwards, we went off to what was called a snuff room. The place kind of shocked me. Bert and Millie acted as though it was no big deal. I suspected they had been there before.

We started out with me getting the usual blowjob from Bert and Millie while they were both naked. By now, I’d learned to be rough with them both. So I fucked their faces pretty good as though I was the master of the situation.

Millie loved taking my cum. But she preferred to humiliate her husband. So Bert always got my load. Afterwards, they kissed each other, sharing it back and forth before Bert swallowed it all.

Next, Bert had his arms tied behind his back. We laid him over the corner of the bed. Then he got it in both ends from me and Millie’s strap-on. I left the usual deposit deep up his ass while Millie made him deep-throat her toy.

Millie really wanted to humiliate her husband. So she strapped him into the electric chair. One of the posts went right up his ass, causing his cock to remain erect.

She and I started fucking each other, while she operated the remote to his chair. She really jolted him as I gave it to her good and hard. She loved seeing him jerk around, crying out from the pain.

The chair made him cream himself a couple times. It was amazing how hard he remained. I think it was partly due to that pill she’d made him take earlier.

She had me ejaculate all over his face while he was locked in the chair. Then we fucked some more. We did the usual name-calling at him as he sat in the chair, especially since Millie liked to degrade him. But he seemed to enjoy it as well.

We finally released him from the chair. He was limp as a wet rag, covered with his cum and mine. So we tied him up on the bed, giving him a good view as we fucked each other again.

Occasionally we went over and fucked his face, as it was near the edge of the bed. Millie still wore her strap-on. Bert stayed hard the entire time.

We got him onto his knees and fucked him in both ends again. Then Millie started strangling him while I fucked him. His cock went off yet again as I shot a load deep up his clenching ass.

We left him recovering on the floor as we fucked again. Millie screamed out a couple of orgasms. Then she said Bert was feeling left out.

His arms were still tied behind his back as we got him to his knees. Millie made him suck my cock. Then she brought down the noose dangling from the ceiling.

“Ready to hang for us, faggot-boy?” He eagerly nodded his head. Bert really seemed to enjoy sexual asphyxiation.

She looped the noose over his head. Then she told him to suck off his executioner. He sucked me as though he was hungry for my cream yet again.

When I was ready to shoot my load, Millie made me pull out of his mouth. I shot it all over Bert’s face instead. Then she used the noose’s remote to pull him up onto his feet.

We had sex again while he stood there watching us. His cock, as usual, was quite hard. Millie said the horny faggot deserved to stand there with the noose around his neck as he watched her get fucked.

She used the remote to lift him up a little more. I fucked her ass from behind as she watched her husband shuffle around on his feet, partially strangled. His cock dripped his arousal.

She called out, “Gawd, I’m being fucked so good! I think it’s time to trade you in on a better model, faggot-boy. Is my faggot boy ready to hang for me?”

Amazingly, I saw him nod. Millie used the remote to lower him until he was flat on his feet. Then she handed me the remote.

“Jack will be your executioner, faggot-boy. If you want to hang, you’d better tell him to do it.”

Bert looked right at me as I kept thrusting into his wife. He actually said the words, “I want you to hang me, Jack. Hang your faggot-boy.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, wondering how far this was supposed to go.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Jack. Please hang your faggot-boy.”

I stopped thrusting as I addressed his wife. “Millie, won’t we get in trouble? That noose looks kind of dangerous.”

“Jack, don’t stop fucking my ass!” So I resumed thrusting in and out.

“Gawd, that hurts so good. Jack, I’m really looking forward to watching this faggot-boy hang to death. Better do as he asks.”

“Please hang me, Jack. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a long time now.”

Millie became maniacal. “Hang the faggot-boy, Jack! I’m going to cum as he hangs!”

“Are you sure?”

“HANG HIM, JACK!”

I activated the remote. Bert went right up into the air. A moment later, he began to kick and pedal.

“HANG, FAGGOT-BOY! GAWD, THAT’S SO HOT! HANG FOR ME, BABY!” Then Millie screamed her pleasure.

Bert began thrusting with his hips. Then his cock went off. Cum arced out until it splattered his wife in the face, as we were that close.

She screamed in orgasm again. Bert wriggled like a fish. Then Millie cried out, “Let him down – let him down!”

I quickly lowered him until his feet found the floor. “Now give me the remote!” she panted heavily. I handed it to her, glad I was not responsible anymore.

“Now go give him a flying fuck, Jack!”

I was going to protest, but I decided not to. Things were already well out of hand. Besides, they’d been paying me handsomely up to this point.

I pulled out of her ass. Then I walked over behind Bert. He was shorter than I was, so my cock wouldn’t go in easily.

“Just a second, Jack!” Then Millie hit the remote. Bert was lifted up into the air until his ass was now within easy reach.

I thrust right into him as he dangled in mid-air. His ass was nice and tight, clenching like crazy from the effects of being strangled. I was more than a little familiar with it, being as how I’d been inside him so many times while he’d been previously asphyxiated.

He rasped and gurgled as he rode me. Millie was sitting upright in front of him, furiously fingering herself. “That is so fucking hot, Jack! Fuck my faggot-boy husband as he hangs to death! Fuck; I’m cumming again! Stroke his dick – stroke his dick!”

I reached around and stroked him. He spurted onto his wife’s face as he rasped and gurgled. Millie went nuts, cumming over and over again as she watched her husband impaled on my dick with a noose around his neck.

It swelled within me until I cried out a release of my own. “Stay in him, Jack! Stay inside that faggot-boy!” But Bert was clenching so hard that I didn’t soften all that much.

I kept stroking and squeezing cream out of his dick. His struggles lessened, and his dick got softer in my hands despite my best efforts. “Now pull out of him, Jack!”

I pulled out and stepped back. Bert had gone into little spasms. His body wriggled and twitched until his bladder gave way, urine streaming out of his cock and splattering the floor. Millie loved it so much that she orgasmed all over again.

She came over to me and kissed me deeply. “Fuck me one last time,” she panted. “Fuck me as we watch Bert dangle in the noose.”

We climbed up onto the bed. I got behind her while she was on her hands and knees. Then I entered her cunt as we both watched Bert simply dangle there.

I fucked her slowly at first, then faster and faster. I began choking her with my fingers. I figured she deserved as much choking and strangling as Bert had received.

She didn’t protest. Instead, she acted as though she loved it. We both climaxed one last time before collapsing tiredly onto the bed.

She looked at her husband for the longest time. She finally sighed, “Ok, Jack. Help me get him down.”

We used the remote to lower him. We got the noose and cuffs off him. Then we laid him out along the wall.

“That’s just fine, Jack,” Millie said as she took the cuffs from me.

She used the remote to lower the noose until it framed her face. She looped it over hear head and snugged it up. Then she handed the remote over to me before cuffing her own wrists behind her back.

“Just one more execution, Jack. Then our time together is done.”

I was astonished. “What? Millie, are you sure??”

“I’ve made all the arrangements. There’ll be a hefty sum deposited to your account once our death certificates are signed. I didn’t tell this to Bert, because his fantasy was to hang by himself while being humiliated and degraded. Had he known I was going to do this after he was gone, I don’t think he ever would have agreed to come here.”

“Millie, are you sure?”

“He’s been such a good sport the way I’ve treated him over the years. I did enjoy watching him hang. But I deserve this. I don’t know… maybe deep down, I’ve always wanted this just as much as he did.”

“But Millie–”

“No ‘buts’, Jack. I want you to hang me now. Use me; molest me; fuck me; I don’t care. Fuck me after I’m dead. I’m your snuff-slut now. Make me dance like I’m your noose-whore. These last minutes are all yours. Be creative.”

I activated the remote until it was almost snug. “Yes,” she breathed with a nod. “I deserve this. I want this.”

I reached out to caress her naked body. She sighed and trembled. I pinched her nipples, and she yelped before telling me she knew I had it in me.

I lifted her up onto her toes. She rasped and gurgled. Then I heard her gasp, “Gawd, this is… gonna hurt.”

“You want me to stop?”

“I want… more… gawd, this is… what am I thinking?”

I fingered her cunt. I could feel her clenching. Then I activated the remote until her toes left the ground.

Her feet wriggled as she rasped for breath. She really clenched around my fingers inside her. Then I lowered her back down.

I looked at her questioningly. She panted, “Gawd, that hurt. But I don’t want… you to stop… no matter what.”

I activated the remote again, lifting her back up. Then I fingered her again. She rasped as she humped and clenched.

My cock was hard. She saw it too. Then I lowered her back down until she could speak again.

“You’re hard, Jack. You want this too. It’s a win – win – win for everybody.”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t stop, Jack, even if the pain makes me change my mind. I really want this.”

“Suit yourself.” Then I lifted her back up into the air.

She rasped and gurgled as she kicked and wriggled. I got close enough for her to instinctively reach out with her legs. She wrapped them around me, pulling me close until her cunt found my erection.

It was Bert all over again. The asphyxiation made her clench like crazy. It felt incredible.

I slowly backed away from her until she slid out. She swung back and forth, rasping for breath. I stepped forward until she found me with her legs again, impaling herself once more.

She fucked me as I stood there. Then I backed up until she lost me again. She swung and kicked before I lowered her to the floor.

She coughed and rasped. “You bastard! I should have known! You fucking love it!”

“Want me to stop?”

“Maybe I – AWK!”

I took her back up into the air. She kicked and swung, rasping for breath. Then I stepped close. She wrapped her legs around me again, once more impaling herself on my shaft.

She really rode me until it felt like she was cumming. I stepped back until she slid out. She urked as she swung back and forth until I lowered her again.

Once more, she rasped for breath. “Ok, Jack; I’ve changed my mind.”

I whispered into her ear, “I want to feel your ass while you’re alive one last time, Millie.” Then I lifted her up off the floor.

She kicked and pedaled as she swung around. I grabbed her hips and centered the tip of my shaft against her puckered anus. Then I pulled her down hard.

She let out a squawk as she gurgled again. Her clenching ass felt incredible. I was sure going to miss it.

I gave her a nice ride. Then I pulled out. She dangled a few moments until I let her down.

She rasped to regain her speech. “No, Jack! I’ve changed my mind!”

I smiled as I started stroking myself. Her eyes widened with understanding. Then she seemed to nod with resignation as she panted, “Yes, Jack. I want you to cum to my suffering. Besides, I’m so damned close. Just hang me and get it over with, Jack. Send me to be with Bert!”

“Goodbye, Millie.” Then I hoisted her up.

Her feet left the floor as she started to kick. Then I deliberately tossed the remote onto the bed. Her eyes went wide as I started stroking myself.

At first, she appeared to fight the noose. Then she seemed to give into it. She began humping in my direction as I stepped forward and stroked.

Her knees jerked upward. I think she squirted. Then she really kicked and wriggled.

I stroked even harder as I got closer. She tried to wrap her legs around me. I just batted them away, smiling as I breathed, “Dance for me, noose-whore.”

The words must have registered, because she really became animated. Her breasts bounced as she wriggled and shimmied in the noose. “Bert’s waiting for you, noose-whore. Can you feel him pulling you down, trying to strangle you in your noose?”

She urked as she shimmied some more. I stepped forward and cruelly finger-fucked her pussy. She wriggled and humped like crazy, no doubt orgasming yet again.

I aimed my cock at her until I splattered her lower stomach. She briefly became animated as she humped in my direction. Then with a sharp hitch, she went limp in the noose.

Millie gently swung back and forth. Then I stepped forward. This time, she did not try to loop her legs around me.

“You did say to fuck you after you were dead; am I right?” Then I thrust hard up her twat. She was not clenching as before.

I spun her around. “Now let’s try that ass, shall we?” Then I fucked her anal passage. Again, there was no clenching.

Her bladder finally gave way. I had to work twice as hard to avoid stepping in both his and hers. Then I retrieved the remote and let her down.

I removed the noose from around her throat. Then I tossed her onto the bed. I fucked her cunt and ass one more time, enjoying her cooling corpse.

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?”

2022 (written Dec 22 ’22 by riwa)

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Retribution 4.2 (23)

“I thought I’d find you out here.”

“It’s a hot day, Debra. Where else did you expect to find me? Care to join me?”

“Hunh – unh. Last time, you fucking drowned me!”

“Oh, come on! I didn’t drown you! You just swallowed a little water!”

“You fucking bitch! You drowned me twice!”

“I did not! You just swallowed a little water is all. What’s the big deal?”

“ ‘What’s the big deal’??” I could have gotten water into my lungs!”

“But you didn’t, Debra. Jeez, do you have to make a big deal out of everything? Come on in and join me.” Carrie’s eyes could not help lingering on her friend’s skimpy orange bikini with those massive boobs and serious cleavage.

“Maybe I should drown you instead.”

“I double-dog dare you to try it.” Carrie grinned at her as though trying to push her buttons.

Debra stepped into their inflatable backyard pool. It was a blue-green color and was barely a foot and a half deep. Obviously Carrie hadn’t bothered adding more water today.

Debra sat down in water that just barely reached her navel. Cooling off sounded like a good idea; that is, if Carrie left her alone. Problem is: it sounded like her friend wanted to play.

“C’mon, Debra; let’s have a little fun!” And with that Carrie wrapped her arms around her friend’s neck and pulled her down into the water.

Debra went under and began spewing up bubbles. She struggled to break free until she got her head up. Carrie laughed at her before wrestling her back down into the water, submerging her head again.

Debra bubbled once more. She tried to get her head back up. She heard Carrie laugh as she was forced to suck water.

She jerked her head up out of the water. Carrie wrapped her arms around her with a laugh and pulled her back under. Debra squirmed until they were lying side by side, their heads fully submerged.

Carrie pulled her own head up and gasped for breath. Debra grabbed her and pulled her head back down into the water with her. The busty blonde bubbled wildly before bursting up out of the water.

Carrie launched herself at Debra, forcing her flat on her back. Her friend’s head went under until Debra got water up her nose. She bubbled and snorted as she struggled to get back up.

She burst up, only for Carrie to push her down sideways. Debra bubbled wildly as her anger began to rise within her. Damnit; not again?!

She got her head up and wrestled with the determined blonde. They went down together side by side. Both heads were partially submerged as bubbles came up.

Carrie broke free and burst up panting like crazy as her friend surfaced with her. Her kitty was throbbing from all this wrestling and forced submersions. If this continued she was liable to cum. But that didn’t bother her in the slightest.

Last time Debra had not admitted to cumming during their catfight in the pool. But she was sure her friend had popped off at least once while bubbling and swallowing water. All the signs had been there. But Debra had been too angry to admit it.

Carrie lunged at her friend once more. It had been erotic as hell drowning Debra last time. It would be cruel, but she was already wondering if she could drown her and make her cum again.

They rolled around in the inflatable pool. Their heads were partially submerged as they spewed bubbles. Then they shot up together.

Both friends paused to catch their breath. Debra roared her anger as she launched herself at her friend. This time Carrie went under in a flurry of bubbles.

Damn; this was erotic as hell! But she was becoming a little exhausted. That was the trouble with a catfight in the pool. After several minutes of hard struggling everyone needed a break.

Thing is: if you could drown your partner, you could catch your breath all you wanted while watching them bubble like crazy. Last time she’d made Debra swallow water on three separate occasions before her friend had finally bolted up out of their shallow, inflatable pool.

The two friends rolled around, their heads submerged once again. Carrie was definitely getting tired. But she was also becoming highly aroused.

She had a strong urge to give in and accept the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her. But she would cum just as hard watching Debra swallow water. Carrie decided she preferred that option over ending up with flooded lungs.

The two friends rose up in a ferocious embrace. Carrie went over backward into the inflatable pool with a splash. She ended up flat on her back, her head just below the surface.

She got her head up as she tried gasping for breath. Debra tried to push her right back under. Carrie twisted in an effort to get her arms and legs underneath her. That’s when Debra fell on top of her.

Carrie was out of breath, her heart hammering in her chest. She tried to push her head up out of the water. Debra was just heavy enough to keep her under.

It hit almost without warning. Carrie felt her orgasm flush hotly through her body. It left her weak and breathless.

Let me up – let me up – DEBRA; LET ME UP! But her head was still submerged. A moment later Carrie swallowed water.

She hitched and gurgled as she got water down her throat and into her windpipe. She coughed up bubbles as she thrashed about. That’s when Debra pulled her head up.

Carrie came up coughing and sputtering. Debra was angry enough to spit nails. “You mean like that, bitch? You want me to drown you the way you drowned me?”

“Deb – STOP! I can’t–” That was all she got out. A moment later her head was pushed right back down into the water.

Carrie bubbled wildly, her heart pounding like crazy in her chest. She got her arms underneath her. Then she pushed her head up out of the water.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Debra forced her head right back down. Carrie found herself sucking water as she bubbled like crazy.

Carrie struggled to lift her head back up. This time she didn’t have the strength or the leverage. Debra kept her face submerged with an iron grip to the back of her head.

Her mind screamed to be allowed back up, even as her kitty throbbed in warning. It never occurred to her this was the erotic terror she’d put Debra through the last time they’d fought in the pool. All she wanted was to be allowed back up so she could catch her breath.

Carrie coughed and gurgled as she swallowed more water. A moment later it erupted within her yet again. It felt more intense than the last one, further sapping her strength.

Debra forcefully pulled her head up out of the water. Carrie coughed up a shitload of water. Then she was forced right back down until her head was fully submerged again.

Debra; STOP! I CAN’T BREATHE!

Carrie tiredly shook her head. That’s when it occurred to her she might have been a little too hard on her friend the last time they’d had a catfight while using the pool. It seemed as though Debra was now seeking retribution.

Carrie’s lungs hitched as she swallowed water again. It set her off with a devastating climax. She shuddered hard as she exhaled what little breath she had in her lungs.

What the fuck?! Debra wasn’t pulling her back up! What the hell??!!

Carrie hitched and convulsed as Debra kept her head forced head down in the pool. Then she was jerked up out of the water. Instantly she went into a coughing fit as she spewed another disturbing mouthful of water.

“You mean like that, bitch? You mean you drowned me like that? So that means it’s your turn to drown; am I right?”

Carrie coughed and sputtered as she tried to get her breath back. This time Debra forced her backward into the water. The terrified blonde ended up flat on her back with her head submerged.

She was trying to make her limbs operate to lift herself up out of the water when Debra fell on top of her. Her large breasts pushed down on Carrie’s face, keeping her under. She could not get her head above water.

Carrie weakly tried to push her off. But she didn’t have the strength. Debra felt like she weighed a ton on top of her.

Her mind screamed in horror… DEBRA, FOR GAWD’S SAKE LET ME UP! I CAN’T BREATHE!” Partially covered tit-flesh pressed against her face. Carrie couldn’t get her head up. Ironically it was a huge pair of breasts that was keeping her mouth just below the surface.

She tried to shake her head from side to side. Her chest heaved as her lungs screamed at her. Then it swelled within her yet again until it went off with a massive eruption.

Carrie screamed her breath away. Then she gurgled as she sucked water down her windpipe. She swallowed even more as she began to cough and gurgle.

“Like that?” she heard Debra laugh. “You wanted to drown me like that? Fuckin’ hell, babe! Your drowning bubbles feel fantastic on my boobs!”

Carrie spasmed and convulsed as she swallowed more water. She kept coughing up bubbles that burst up into the cleavage of her determined friend. Debra just laughed again as she gasped, “Fuck; that feels good! No wonder you like drowning me!”

Debra climbed off. Then she pulled Carrie’s head up. Her friend coughed up another shitload of water as she struggled to get her breath back.

“I’m not through with you yet!” Carrie put up a hand to try stopping her. Debra just laughed as she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Carrie forward face down into the water.

This time her head was mashed right into Debra’s crotch. Carrie struggled to hold her breath. But it was impossible.

She gurgled again as she began swallowing water while coughing up bubbles. The bursts of air bubbled up against Debra’s fabric covered crotch. It set her off, causing her to hump her friend’s face hard as she orgasmed up a storm.

Carrie was drowning again. Debra rolled her over onto her back, allowing her head out of the water. The blonde went into another coughing fit as she floated face up.

“Damn; that was good! Now the boobs again! Bubble my boobs as you drown, bitch!”

Debra fell on top of Carrie again. Once more her pendulous breasts pressed against Carrie’s mouth and face. The blonde was forcefully submerged once more, unable to keep her face high enough to breathe.

Carrie swallowed water as she went into more convulsions. Once more it set her off with an intense orgasm. Pleasure nearly battered her senseless until she was hardly moving at all.

Debra saw Carrie staring up with a dazed expression. “Oh no you don’t, bitch! You still owe me!”

Her orange-bikini’d friend pulled her head up out of the water, propping it up along the side of the inflatable pool. Debra did a few compressions into Carrie’s chest. The blonde spewed up water as she started coughing again.

“Are you back with us, bitch? Good… cause I want another one!”

Carrie shook her head as she waved her hands in a defensive posture… “No… please… I can’t… too… tired…”

“Too fucking bad, bitch! You OWE me!” Then Debra once more pulled Carrie’s head face down into her submerged crotch.

Carrie tried to hold her breath. But her heart was hammering too fast inside her chest. She didn’t have the strength to go more than five or ten seconds before she was swallowing water again.

She coughed and bubbled into Debra’s crotch. Her friend cried out in orgasm as she violently humped Carrie’s face. The whole time she made sure her friend’s head remained submerged.

Carrie swallowed water yet again as she went into convulsions. She hitched and jerked as another orgasm was forced out of her exhausted body. Once more a huge wave of pleasure battered her senseless.

Debra pulled her head up. Carrie coughed weakly as she rasped for breath. “Suck water, you fucking whore!” Then she forced Carrie’s head face down under the surface.

Carrie couldn’t hold her breath more than a few seconds. Then she was sucking water down her windpipe again as her body rebelled. Once more she shuddered in orgasm as her system responded to the horror of her situation.

She hitched and gurgled until Debra pulled her head up. Carrie coughed as she rasped weakly for breath. “Again, bitch!” Then Debra forced the blonde’s head right back down under the surface.

Carrie gurgled as she swallowed water once more. She had no strength to fight and none to resist. Her body simply responded with another massive wave of pleasure that battered her into oblivion…….

Carrie dimly became aware of someone pounding some sense into her chest. She coughed up water and rasped for breath. She blinked in wonder as she tried to take stock of her surroundings.

Debra was right there looking at her. “Are we back?” she asked with a cruel smile. “That’s good. This time I want to watch your face as you drown.”

Debra slid Carrie around onto her back inside the inflatable pool. Then she gently pushed down on her chest. Carrie’s head went under as bubbles dribbled out of her nose.

Normally she would have had the strength to tilt her head up enough to lift it out of the water to get air. But this time she simply couldn’t do it. She stared up at Debra with a look of shock and surprise.

Debra pulled Carrie’s white bottoms aside. Then she groped Carrie’s tits through the fabric with one hand as she cruelly stuck a couple of fingers into her snatch with the other. “Cum for me and die, you fucking whore!”

Carrie blinked as she tried to shake her head. Then she started swallowing water again. She could feel her friend finger-fucking her cunt until another climax went off inside her with a wave of hot pleasure that washed through her from head to toe.

She trembled and shuddered as she spewed her breath away. Debra just kept fingering her while savagely groping her mounds. Carrie gently bucked and shuddered as she kept convulsing while swallowing water.

The blonde went from one orgasm right into another more subdued one. She felt weak all over, weak and tired. Strange how her vision was starting to dim around the edges.

She gently hitched and heaved as she kept cumming. Debra winced as her own orgasm flowed hotly through her shuddering body. “Fucking hell,” she panted rapturously.

Carrie moved less and less at the bottom of the inflatable pool. Then she stopped moving entirely save for a few sporadic bubbles and the occasional muscle spasm. Debra watched the life wink out of her friend’s eyes until Carrie stared upward with a vacant expression of shock on her face.

“Fucking hell!” Debra panted again. “Damn, that was good! Was that what you wanted to do to me last time? I guess it’s a good thing I drowned your sorry ass before you decided to drown mine again. See you later, you crazy bitch!”

Debra climbed out of the inflatable and went to retrieve a towel. She never looked back. Carrie’s head remained submerged as she stared up at the sky in shock and horror, her mouth gaping open. A solitary bubble came out past her lips, indicating her lungs had fully flooded and were unable to contain a single molecule of oxygen.

2020 (written for Carrie Aug 17 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the pictures I found in my archives.)

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My mother the breath-holder 3 4.4 (18)

PART 3

The next morning, mom wanted me to give her what I owed her right away before I went to work. But I told her no. I was concerned she might spend it or gamble it away and end up right back where she started.

She put up a protest, demanding to be paid. I told her I had to make sure the money went straight to her gambling debt. She said she would make a payment that afternoon before she started her shift. But I just couldn’t trust her.

I could tell the way she was putting up a fuss that something wasn’t right. I suspected she wanted to use what I owed her to go gambling, hoping to win back even more. But I knew that would only put her further in the hole.

I asked her who she specifically owed the money to. She didn’t want to say. I sighed as I told her she couldn’t hold her breath for me anymore.

That understandably upset her. “Georgie, don’t you trust your own mother?”

“No, mom; I don’t.”

“What kind of son doesn’t trust his own mother??”

“A smart one, mom. How do I know the money will get to where it belongs?”

“Georgie, you can trust me!”

“No I can’t, mom. That’s how you ended up in debt in the first place… by me trusting you.”

“Georgie??”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Can I hold my breath for you and earn more money?”

“Only if there’s some way to prove what I owe you is getting to where it belongs. I don’t want you gambling it away.”

“Georgie, you know I wouldn’t…!”

“Mom, either we do it my way or we don’t do it at all.”

“You mean you’d let your own mother get into trouble?”

“You did that all by yourself. I had nothing to do with it.”

“Georgie??!!”

I ended up going to work without giving her the cash. Before her shift started, she called me to tell me who she owed it to. I made arrangements to get off work long enough to meet her there.

I ended up in some back office at the club where mom worked. She was there waiting for me. I was nervous, but at least the guy she introduced me to seemed decent enough.

His name was Mr. Vonegram. I asked him how much mom owed. He said it was $20,500.

I gave mom an angry look as I growled, “You lied to me!”

“Georgie, I couldn’t help it! I had a good thing going, and lady luck deserted me at the last second!”

I gave mom the cash before telling her, “That’s all I can come up with. So that’s all you’re going to get. Now give it to the man.”

“Georgie, I can take this into the casino and make more out of it!”

“Give it to him, mom!”

“Fine!” she sighed unhappily as she handed it over.

He took it and quickly counted it up. “That drops what you owe me down to $18,000.”

“You got paid today, mom?”

“Yes, Georgie. I picked up my check already. I have it right here, but I…”

“Give him your check, mom.”

“Georgie, you can’t…!”

“Give him your check or you’ll never get the chance to earn another dime out of me again. Understand?”

“Georgie, you didn’t used to be this way!”

“Do it, mom! Sign it and give it to him!”

“But what will I live on?”

“You’ve got stuff to eat at the house. You don’t need anything else.”

“Georgie??!! I need to exercise!”

“Your gym membership is paid up through the end of the month, right? You want a chance to earn another thousand or two so you can further pay down this debt?”

The guy looked at me in surprise. He must have assumed he might never see any of it again unless he milked mom’s paychecks for the next ten years. I could only imagine what he might do to her if he wasn’t at least paid something. Hell, he was liable to fire her!

“Georgie, you know I’ll do anything!”

“Sign it! Then give it to him!”

She looked at me sternly as though judging how far she could push me. Then she got a pen, signed it and reluctantly handed it over.

I looked him right in the eye. Then I told him, “Here’s my number.” I wrote it down and gave it to him.

“If mom spends another dime at your establishment, I want to be notified immediately.”

He saw how serious I was and smiled. He nodded as he told me, “I can do that.” Then he shook my hand before giving mom a dubious look. “I’m not sure your mother can live up to the bargain though.”

Mom was horrified. “GEORGIE??!!”

“Mom, if you spend another dime in this gentleman’s establishment, you’d better be prepared to find another place to live.”

“Georgie, you can’t do this to me!”

I just stood up and thanked him for accepting a small payment for some of mom’s debt. I told him I hoped mom worked real hard and made a lot of tips so she could pay down the debt she owed him. “I hope so too,” he answered quietly.

I looked at my watch. “Ok, mom. I’m going home. You’ve got to start your shift soon.”

“Georgie, you weren’t like this the last time I lived with you!”

“Be thankful I haven’t kicked you out of the house, mom.”

“Georgie??!!”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Vonegram.” Then I headed out the door, leaving my mother fuming in his office.

I wasn’t happy with mom as I drove home. I was right to worry she would have probably spent all that money gambling. At least her debt had been knocked down a little. I just hoped he was getting a good percentage of her tips as well.

I fixed dinner for myself. I did some work around the house for a couple hours. Then I went out for a swim. I was in bed when mom got home that night from her shift.

Thankfully, she didn’t wake me. Maybe she was afraid I’d get mad at her. Or maybe she didn’t want to push things any further for the night.

The next morning mom was apologetic. She still refused to admit she had a problem. But she did confess that her gambling frequently got out of hand.

She asked if I would pay her to hold her breath again. I said I’d think about it. She told me she’d better get out to the pool and get in some practice before her shift. The last I saw of her before I went to work, she had gone into her bedroom to change into one of her many swimsuits.

Mom was at work when I got home. So I fixed supper for myself. Afterwards, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes.

A little later that evening, I got a call from Gloria. She’s a friend of mine who sometimes comes over to use the pool with me. She’s a younger version of mom, an athletic, muscular brunette whose breasts are just a bit smaller than mom’s.

Gloria wanted to know if she could come over and hold her breath for me. That clearly indicated she wanted to get paid again. I suspected she wanted or needed a little extra spending cash.

I told her I was willing. She said she’d be right over. I immediately became aroused at the thought of seeing how long she could hold her breath for me.

Gloria is probably the most adventurous of all my girlfriends. She can also be rather flirty at times. Sometimes we have a little extra fun in the water.

She’s the one who probably likes my mother the most. She likes her build and admires the way mom keeps herself in shape. She knows that’s how I like ‘em, so she visits the gym several times a week.

Gloria came right over and changed in the bathroom. She came out in a skimpy white bikini. It looked as though her breasts were trying to burst out of it. The thong barely covered her crotch.

She made sure I changed into my white speedos. That told me all I needed to know. She wanted to be able to see just how aroused I would become in her presence.

We went out to the pool, got into the water, and did some breath-holds at the ladder together. After a couple of practice sessions, she was easily lasting two minutes at a time. But she wanted to go longer while doing something challenging that would be worth my while to pay her.

She suggested the rope, kettle ball and ankle cuffs, as we had tried them once before. Then she reached out and groped my stiffening bulge. “Your cock says ‘yes’,” she said with a laugh.

I smiled as I climbed out and got the equipment. I also retrieved a dive mask. I wanted a clear view of her while she was underwater.

I put on my mask. Then I swam the kettle ball down into the deep end of the pool while Gloria attached the ankle cuffs. But she came down before I could surface.

She had the end of the rope in her hands as she dolphin-kicked downward with her ankles secured. She helped me by threading the rope through the handle. She handed the one end over to me before swimming back to the surface.

We were treading water as she smiled. “You love pulling me under; don’t you, Georgie? Tonight, we might even have to try some bondage. You’ll pay me more for that, won’t you?”

I smiled… “Probably.” She smiled back as she climbed out of the pool. Then she sat on the edge so I could tie her ankle cuffs to the end of the rope.

“Shall we shoot for three minutes?” she asked with a grin once I finished. “You paid me for two the last time I was here. But you said you wouldn’t keep paying me unless I improved my times. Three sounds like a pretty good number for me to shoot for. So will you pay me for three minutes?”

“I’ll pay you for that,” I replied. “You keep improving your times, so I’m sure you can make that tonight.” Then I paused before asking, “You remember the signal to bring you back up?”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she innocently replied, “I go all limp and lifeless?”

I rolled my eyes as she laughed. I gave her an exasperated look. Then she made a slashing motion across her neck with her hand.

She gawked and began holding her chest and coughing as though she was swallowing water. Then she laughed again. “I’ll bet you’d love to see me drown; am I right, Georgie boy?”

She got into the water and swam over to the top of the kettle ball below. I called out, “Nothing for you if you come up under three minutes. Otherwise, it’s the usual amount.”

She proudly replied, “Piece of cake, Georgie!”

“I don’t know. You struggled the last time.”

“I’ve been practicing… unless you’re willing to pay me for a lesser time?”

“Not tonight.”

She just laughed. “That’s what I thought. Always pushing my lungs.”

I tapped my face. “No dive mask for you this time?”

“Would you rather I wear one, Georgie?”

“Not really.”

She chuckled again. “That’s what I thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m ready, Georgie. Pull me under and drown me… er, uh… I mean… pull me under and I’ll hold my breath.”

I smiled at her as I loudly counted her down from three. Then I pulled on the end of the rope. Gloria was pulled right under, releasing a few bubbles as she went down until her feet touched the handle of the kettle ball below.

I stuck my head underwater and watched, keeping track of the time with my watch as I kept her submerged. My cock was stiff in my speedos as I clung to the pool ladder. The white material of my suit did little to hide my excitement.

Gloria’s erect nipples became plainly visible through her top once the material became wet. Her breasts heaved to breathe free. It was incredibly arousing.

She gave me the signal. I gave her slack, allowing her to pull herself up to the surface with her arms as she dolphin-kicked. Then I checked the time as she burst up and gasped.

“How’d I do, Georgie?”

I shook my head. “Only 2:25. You’ve got a little ways to go before you get paid, Gloria.”

“Really?” She pouted for a moment before giving me a sly smile. “Ok. I guess I’ll have to do better. Maybe tonight will be your lucky night and you’ll get to drown me. Just give me a warning before you pull me down again; ok?”

I let her tread water for about a minute. Then I counted her down. She took a deep breath before I pulled her back under.

Down she went, leaving a trail of bubbles as I marked the time. She settled in for a long breath-hold. But after half a minute, I think she got bored just holding her breath.

She was looking right at me when she started touching herself all over. She released a few bubbles as she groped and fondled herself. I was all but certain she was probably going to shed that top of hers before our time together was over.

I had just lifted my head above water when I heard, “Who’s that in the water, Georgie?”

I turned with a start, almost losing my grip on the rope. “Mom? What are you doing here?” I blinked when I saw she was wearing a skimpy, yellow bikini.

“What do you mean? I live here, silly.”

“I meant ‘what are you doing home so soon’?”

“There were not as many customers tonight, so I got the rest of the night off. Looks like you’ve got somebody in the water. Mind if I join you?”

“Mom, I don’t think so. Right now, Gloria’s underwater holding her breath for me.”

“Gloria? I really like her. She works out at the gym, doesn’t she?”

“Yes she does.”

She nodded. Then she pointed as she told me, “Umm… don’t you think you should be bringing her up now?”

“What?” Then I turned to look. “Oh shit!”

Bubbles were coming up. I could just make out Gloria frantically slashing across her throat with the edge of her hand.

I quickly gave her a ton of slack. She pulled hard for the surface. Then she burst up gasping loudly for breath.

“Drowning’s going to cost you extra, Georgie.” Then she saw mom standing next to me and waved, “Oh hi, Marie!”

Mom waved back. “Hi, Gloria! How much is he paying you?”

She gave me a dirty look before replying, “He hasn’t paid me yet because I haven’t reached three minutes.” Then she paused before asking, “Was that last one three minutes, Georgie? You sure as hell kept me down long enough.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I replied sheepishly. “I think it was around 2:48. Sorry about that, Gloria. Mom sort of distracted me.”

“No problem. Thankfully, you didn’t drown me… well… not yet anyway.”

She chuckled. Then she appeared concerned as she looked at mom standing by the ladder near me. “You’re not going to stop now; are you, Georgie?”

“Well, mom’s here now and I…”

“That’s ok with me,” she waved dismissively. “Marie can come down and watch me if she wants to.”

I was a little unsure what to do. It was bad enough the way Gloria was causing a reaction in my speedos. Mom’s presence in her skimpy yellow bikini was not going to help matters any.

Gloria saw my indecision and called out, “Pull me down, Georgie! I need the cash!”

“How much are you paying her, Georgie?”

“Later, mom,” I said with a dismissive wave.

I counted Gloria down. Then I pulled her under. Bubbles came up as I pulled her down until her feet were almost touching the handle to the kettle ball.

Mom peered down into the water. “I’ll think I’ll go down and see how she’s doing, Georgie.”

“Mom, I don’t think…” But it was too late. She’d already dove head first into the water with a splash.

She swam right down to my girlfriend as I submerged my face to have a look. Gloria bubbled as mom approached her. Amazingly, she waved her closer until the two actually hugged underwater.

I kept track of the time as they held hands. Mom looked down at the kettle ball contraption I’d set up. I could see her working things out in her mind.

I figured mom would come up right away, being as how this was her first time down. But she amazed me by staying down far longer than I expected. I couldn’t help wondering how much trouble she was going to cause and how much she was going to try to get me to pay her.

I checked the time. Gloria was getting pretty close to three minutes. Mom was right there with her as though urging her on.

Gloria started losing her breath. I saw her chest begin to heave, and my cock stiffened all over again. But as long as mom was down there with her, she acted like she didn’t want to come up just yet.

She lost a big burst of air. Then she started signaling frantically. I gave her a lot of slack while checking the time.

Mom helped her surface. They came up together, gasping for breath. Then Gloria called out, “How’d I do that time, Georgie?”

I smiled as I replied, “That one was 3:04”

“Woohoo! I just made a hundred bucks!”

Mom smiled as she called out, “What did I make, Georgie?”

“Nothing, mom”

“Aw, that’s no fair.”

“I know,” Gloria told her sympathetically. “He’s a cheapskate. So let’s go back down and do something together that’ll MAKE him want to pay you too.”

I didn’t like the direction this was going. “Now look here, Gloria. This is just between you and me.”

She just ignored me as she said, “C’mon, Marie. Let’s go down and put on a show. That way he’ll HAVE to pay us both.”

“Now just a minute…”

“Count us down, Georgie.”

“Mom, you stay out of this.”

“Yeah, count us down, Georgie!”

I shook my head at Gloria. Then I loudly counted down from three. They both inhaled deeply before I pulled on Gloria’s rope.

She was pulled right down. Mom swam down to join her. Then I watched as they embraced in an underwater hug.

They were close enough to start touching each other. At first, they patted arms and shoulders. They even caressed each other’s face.

After a while though, their caresses became more intimate. They actually started touching each other’s chest. Then they both grinned at me, releasing a couple of bubbles as I looked on from my place over by the ladder.

It was incredibly erotic watching mom get all handsy with my girlfriend. I had no idea she wasn’t bothered in the slightest by the presence of another female, considering all the men she hung out with. And I noticed Gloria didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

I received another shock when Gloria pulled mom close and kissed her lips. Bubbles came up between them. Then mom pulled away.

For a second, I thought maybe she was going to get angry. She looked over in my direction. Then mom grabbed Gloria’s head and really kissed her really hard.

My cock instantly stiffened right up. It was unbelievable! I had no idea!

They kissed, caressed and touched each other all over. I was ashamed the way I was so turned on. After all, I was watching my own mother making out with my girlfriend!

I checked the time. They were just passing three minutes. Gloria kissed my mom again despite heaving lungs. Then she gave the signal.

I immediately gave a ton of slack. She came right up. My mom sort of helped her until they were both at the surface, panting loudly for breath.

“How was that, Georgie?”

“3:18, Gloria.”

She giggled, “Do I get paid a little more for making out with your mother?”

“I suppose I’ll have to throw in a couple bucks for that.”

“Good.” Then she appeared thoughtful before asking, “So what do I have to do to earn even more? Do I have to use the handcuffs?”

Mom looked at me in surprise. “Georgie, do you mean to say you handcuff your girlfriend in the water?”

“That’s none of your concern, mom.”

Gloria turned toward mom and grinned. “Oh, that’s ok, Marie. I love it; it’s a real turn-on! And I know it turns your son on. I think I can make three minutes with the handcuffs now.”

She smiled as she turned and called out to me, “How about it, Georgie boy?” Will you pay me extra to reach three minutes underwater in handcuffs while being tethered to your kettle ball? Or do you have to drown me first?”

I winced at how hard my dick had become. I called back, “Just a second.” Then I draped the end of the rope around the ladder before climbing out.

I quickly tracked down the cuffs. I returned to the pool and tossed them into the water. “Will you do it for me, mom?”

“What do I get if I cuff her for you, Georgie?”

“You get to go down and make sure she doesn’t drown on us.”

“Aw, Georgie; you’re no fun!”

Mom swam down to the bottom and scooped up the cuffs. She swam back up to the surface and attached them to Gloria’s hands behind her back. That’s when my girlfriend called out, “This is going to be a bit more of a challenge, Georgie. But I know I can do it. I just hope you’ll make it worth my while.”

“Don’t worry, Gloria. Stay down for three minutes, and I’ll make sure you get some cash.”

“What about me, Georgie?”

“You stay out of this, mom.”

“Aww, Georgie!”

I counted them down from three. Then I pulled on the rope. Gloria was pulled under, leaving a few bubbles to pop up to the surface.

Mom took a deep breath before going down to join her. Gloria bottomed out, her feet almost touching the handle to the kettle ball. Almost immediately, mom went to work on her.

She started by caressing and fondling her all over. She moved in close and kissed her. Then mom did something utterly amazing.

I watched her pop the strings to Gloria’s bikini top. It became loose and fell away. Right away, I noticed how hard Gloria’s nipples had become.

Mom started touching my girlfriend’s boobs. She even kissed and licked them. Gloria bubbled as she appeared to wriggle in mom’s grasp. It was so arousing that I almost creamed my speedos.

Mom took full advantage of Gloria while they were down on the pool floor. Maybe she thought it would be a distraction to help her in holding her breath. Or maybe she was simply hoping I would pay her something in return.

Gloria wriggled on her tether as mom molested her. It was utterly incredible! My cock was hard as a rock.

I kept track of the time while watching closely. I didn’t want to miss any signal. Besides, I didn’t know whether or not mom would be paying attention.

Mom kissed her again. Then it looked like she was licking and sucking on her nipples. Gloria lost another burst of bubbles.

She appeared to struggle a little. Then she shook her head from side to side. That was the signal when her hands were secured behind her back.

I gave her some slack. But mom just clung to her. It was as though she was refusing to let her surface.

Gloria cried out a big burst of bubbles. Mom finally hauled her up to the surface. They’d been under well over three and a half minutes together.

They came up gasping for breath. Mom asked my girlfriend, “You ok?”

“Yeah, Marie. For a minute there, I thought for sure you were going to drown me!”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, honey.” Then she looked at me and asked, “How long, Georgie?”

“She was under over three and a half minutes, mom.”

Gloria was thrilled. “Yay! I get paid again!”

I sternly called out, “Mom, you should have let her go sooner.”

“I was watching,” she replied indignantly. “I just wanted to make sure she got paid is all. She did, didn’t she?”

Mom helped swim Gloria over to the side of the pool, the rope trailing loosely behind her. “That was fantastic, Marie!” she panted. “Gawd; you were good! For a minute there, I really thought you were going to drown me! But I really need to catch my breath now.”

She paused for a moment. Then she looked right at me. “How about it, Georgie? How about letting your mother have a go at it?”

“Yes, Georgie; I want to earn some cash too.”

“Mom, I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on, Georgie! What do I have to do to earn a little dough around here? You paid your girlfriend to hold her breath; right? Hell, I’ll even let you tether me to that kettle ball down there!”

“Yeah, Georgie,” Gloria added, being no help at all. “So what do you say?”

What could I do? I couldn’t very well say no, could I? Besides, mom and Gloria had certainly done far more than I was ever expecting.

“Ok, mom,” I sighed. “Let me get the keys to the cuffs. You can get Gloria out of those ankle cuffs.” Then I climbed out of the water as mom happily submerged to comply.

2022 (written Mar 10 ’22 by riwa)

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Arranging Mr. Jorgenson’s separation 4.4 (45)

Ted and Sandy Jorgenson were City University boosters. Ted was an executive at a large company and made generous donations. His wife Sandy served on a couple of committees.

Ted was used to his wife being away a lot. She showed a great deal of interest in the student population. But he was totally unaware of some of her more nocturnal pursuits.

She was frequently away on Friday nights. She told him it was always another committee meeting or some impromptu coffee with the other wives. Normally he didn’t think anything of it. Then one night he dropped by to check in on her.

Strangely, the coffee shop was closed. His wife was nowhere to be found. He found it odd, especially since she’d told him the coffee shop was where they were meeting to discuss the development of a new scholarship.

He called Charlene Meyers, the head of the scholarship department. Charlene had no knowledge of a coffee meeting. But she indicated he might find his wife over at the fraternity.

Ted drove over and found his wife’s car parked outside. So he went inside and asked around. One of the guys saw him and immediately steered him back to the door, indicating his wife had been there earlier but had already left. Mr. Jorgenson did not bother to tell him her car was still parked outside.

Mr. Jorgenson went home, but his suspicions increased. The next several Fridays were always the same. Sandy had some sort of university business to attend to, even though she usually scheduled meetings during the week.

Ted made a couple of innocent calls, confirming his wife’s car was indeed parked outside the fraternity. Apparently she’d become more than a little interested in the welfare of the frat boys. It was time to get to the bottom of things.

On Friday evening he contacted Chad Roberts, a university fraternity student he knew. He demanded to know if his wife was on the premises. Chad immediately declared his belief she was not on the grounds.

Mr. Jorgenson was not impressed. “I’m a major booster for the University, Chad. I’d hate to feel forced to withdraw my funding over something so trivial as a lie as to my wife’s whereabouts.” That’s when Mr. Roberts reluctantly admitted his wife was indeed in the building.

Ted grilled him over the phone. Chad admitted his wife had been coming over on a regular basis. He admitted she’d been demonstrating some naked noose dancing for the fraternity members.

Jorgenson asked, “Was that before or after she got a good fuck out of them?” There was silence on the other end. Mr. Roberts finally admitted all.

Ted was devastated. But upon reflection, he had to admit the signs were all there. It was almost as much his fault for being so blind and ignorant as it was his wife’s for her infidelity.

A divorce could prove costly. Sandy might put up a major stink. She was in such a position with the University that it could go badly for him.

He told Chad he appreciated his honesty. Then he pledged him to secrecy. He didn’t want his wife to know.

“For now I want you to keep this between us, Mr. Roberts. If you can do that for me, I think I can be persuaded to give a generous donation at the next booster’s meeting. Perhaps I can even contribute some money to the fraternity for that remodel my wife has been asking about.”

Chad vowed his lips were sealed. Ted indicated they would talk soon. Then he hung up. It was time to start making plans.

That next Thursday Mr. Jorgenson called Mr. Roberts at the fraternity. There was something he wanted to set up with him. He asked how difficult it would be to arrange everything.

Chad listened to Ted’s presentation. Then he thought about it for a moment. “I think I could set that up for you, Mr. Jorgenson. Your wife seems very accommodating along those lines.”

“Fine, Chad; fine. I’ll leave everything up to you. I’ll be there 1 AM early Saturday morning to finalize our separation.” And with that he hung up.

On Friday morning Ted told his wife he had to go out of town for the weekend. He asked if she would be ok with that. She said she had a meeting at the university, but there was something in her expression that indicated it was more than just another coffee gathering.

Sandy was thrilled at the news. She would have the whole weekend to play with the members of the fraternity. She was determined to show them her appreciation by making it an erotic occasion for one and all.

She got there around 9 PM. The sucking and fucking soon commenced. Mrs. Jorgenson found herself in heaven pleasing all those delicious cocks among the fraternity members.

She went prepared for anything. She wanted to engage in a lot of breath-play while she was there. She wanted it to be a weekend no one would never forget.

She took on all members of the fraternity who were interested in her sexual charms. A few times she was strangled during sex. Once she was bagged while a couple of other times she was gagged with cocks until she nearly passed out from being unable to breathe.

Around midnight Chad Rogers had a special form of erotic asphyxiation he wanted Sandy to participate in. So he set up a noose in the corner of the game room. Sandy was all turned on over what he was about to propose.

He suggested she get on her knees and suck cock. The guys would empty themselves on her naked body. After each cock, she would be hoisted up to dangle for a full minute.

Sandy loved the idea. The noose was thick enough to where it would not result in serious damage unless she dangled longer. Besides, she was eager to please all the men of the fraternity.

She knelt on the floor with the noose around her neck. Then she began to suck. That first one ended up spurting all over her tits.

She was briefly hoisted into the air where she dangled for about a minute. Sandy put on an erotic performance, kicking and shimmying before being lowered back down. It was frightening, yet thrilling.

Sandy decided she would be able to hang again and again, so long as she was not hanged for too long. Thus, more cocks came and went. Several spurted all over her as she masturbated. Then she was hauled up into the air for one minute each time after being spunked on.

Sandy was in heaven. She’d cum the last three times she’d been hoisted into the air. But the process of erotic strangulation was beginning to affect her in a dangerous way.

Mrs. Jorgenson was becoming numb from her orgasms and her noose sessions. She began taking more chances. Instead of kneeling, she began to squat, enjoying the way the noose hindered her ability to breathe.

Sandy began having difficulty registering who was even fucking her mouth. It was all becoming a blur. She cried out in ecstasy as another cock spewed all over her. Then she was hauled up into the air for another minute where she orgasmed yet again.

When she was let back down, another cock made an appearance. Sandy dutifully gobbled it down, hardly paying any attention to who it belonged to. At the same time she crouched lower onto the floor, deliberately strangling herself.

Her naked body dripped from the cum of multiple cocks splattering her. One more wouldn’t make much difference, right? But she was getting a little woozy. Maybe one more dangling orgasm and she would finally take a break.

The cock brutally fucked her mouth. Mrs. Jorgenson fingered her dripping cunt, anticipating one last, massive orgasm. Then she looked up at the face.

This guy seemed familiar. But she didn’t think he was a fraternity member. It looked like someone she recognized.

Wait; that couldn’t be her husband, could it? What was Ted doing here? Wasn’t he out of town at some meeting?

Hands deliberately pushed down on her shoulders. The noose tightened dramatically around her throat. Sandy rasped for breath as she went into little seizures.

She gurgled around the cock shoved deep down her throat. She could hardly breathe at all. But she could certainly feel it welling up inside her, the orgasm to end all orgasms.

What was Ted doing here? Was it really Ted? She was so disoriented from oxygen deprivation that she couldn’t be sure whether or not she was hallucinating.

He smiled at her as he continued to fuck her face. He told her, “I made an arrangement with Mr. Roberts, darling. The fraternity is going to get the money they need for the remodel. You’ll be spending the weekend here, attending the barbeque they’ll be having tomorrow.”

The cock pulled out of her mouth. Sandy stared with a dazed expression on her face. Then the dick went off, splattering her tits. A moment later she pissed herself as her bladder gave way.

Mr. Jorgenson stepped away from his former bride. “Gentlemen, it seems my wife wants to hang for you fine lads. So take her up and let her hang, boys.”

His wife stared numbly at him as though his words hadn’t fully registered. Two guys dutifully pulled on the rope around her neck. Sandy was abruptly taken up into the air.

Her eyes widened over the fact it was so hard to breathe. Her fingers instinctively plunged into her dripping snatch, craving one more climax. Mrs. Jorgenson masturbated as she began to kick. Then her orgasm slammed into her.

Sandy twitched and shuddered as her bladder gave way again. She appeared to be having orgasmic aftershocks. Her chest no longer rose and fell with each breath, as she was no longer breathing.

Her dance became all herky-jerky due to loss of oxygen to the brain. She gyrated crazily as stray muscles twitched and fired. Then she hung limp.

The guys applauded her dance of death. Several fraternity members stepped forward and jerked their cocks, spurting on her quivering flesh. Then Chad rose to his feet.

He smiled as he spoke to the owner of the last cock that had skull-fucked Sandy. “We want to thank you for providing the meat for our barbecue tomorrow, Mr. Jorgenson. We also want to thank you for the generous donation to our fraternity for the purposes of our remodel.”

“I’m happy to make this contribution to you fine gentlemen in order to further your higher education.”

He gave his wife’s corpse one last push. She gently swayed back and forth. Then Ted Jorgenson turned and left, grateful he would not have to suffer through a nasty divorce.

2020 (written Jul 25 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manipulation created by a website member named “Sadie”)

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