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Victor’s Guillotine 4 4 (10)

Posted on September 30, 2017 by riwa

Rita’s body hitched and jerked as everyone inhaled sharply at the sight. Jeff was still thrusting in and out of her as he gasped, “You have no idea what that just did to my cock! She clamped down tight and really spasmed when the blade fell!” Then he slowly pulled out as his cum leaked out of her still quivering pussy.

Renard showed up from seemingly out of nowhere. He must have been observing things from the back of the room. He motioned for Ken who had gotten dressed to come over and help him as James tended to Dorothy who was on the floor starting to come back around after fainting.

Renard and Ken unstrapped poor Rita from the cushioned bench. They grabbed her legs and lifted them upward, angling the body as though to help the blood flow out faster. Were they actually trying to drain her body??

The crimson fluid was still pumping out from her dying heart. But the flow slowed down until it was only coming out in a trickle. After about a minute Renard asked for Ken to assist him in taking Rita’s corpse upstairs to the fire pit to get it ready to roast.

Jeff quickly pulled his pants back up as he wanted to go with them. Then he went around front, reached down into the wicker basket and grabbed Rita’s head by a handful of hair. As he followed after them I heard him holler out, “Hey, guys? I’ve got her head! What do you want me to do with her head?”

“Bring it along. We’ll put it on a pike.” That was Renard’s voice.

I got a quick glance of Rita’s face as Jeff rushed past carrying her head. She had this look of tired shock in her expression. Blood dripped out of her severed neck, leaving a trail all the way out and up the stairs.

Everybody started talking at once, commenting on what they’d just witnessed. I was a little shaken from seeing my first beheading. Dorothy seemed to be in a state of sexual euphoria. Even Sybil seemed breathless, knowing she hadn’t missed the blade by all that much.

Everyone seemed to have an opinion and wanted to share what it felt like to watch as they got dressed. After a few minutes I saw couples head for the stairs. I assumed they wanted to go up and witness the roasting process.

“Bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped when she finally found her voice. “I need a stiff one after watching that!” Her husband had to help her stand upright.

James looked at me and asked, “Are you all right, Julie?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.” He smiled as he suggested we all go back upstairs and get something to settle us down. I thought that was a pretty good idea.

We went back up to the wetbar where Lorraine greeted us with a smile. “I heard about Rita,” she said as she fixed us all something to drink. “The guys took her out the back way. Looks like Victor will get to use the fire pit today.”

She looked right at me as she handed me a drink. “Are you all right, honey? You look a little shaken up.”

“I’ve… I’ve never witnessed a beheading before. We all just… just sort of jumped when the blade came down. Then everyone started talking about it as though… as though it was no big deal.”

“I suppose it does take a little getting used to. I’ve witnessed a few myself. Usually I’m up here manning the wetbar unless everyone is downstairs or we have someone here to take my place.”

“Bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped, still appearing a little unsteady. “That’s the first time I ever saw one! I orgasmed so hard I fainted dead away!”

“Still want to keep riding it?” her husband asked with a knowing smile.

She paused for a minute to think it over. I was sure she was finally going to come to her senses. But instead she smiled at him as she kissed him deeply.

“More than ever, love! That was so bloody good! Now I don’t know what the hell to do with myself!”

Lorraine laughed as she shook her head. “I should have known. Dorothy, you’re addicted just like everyone else. One of these days it’s going to be you we’ll be eating for supper.”

“You think so?” Then she looked at her husband before murmuring, “I don’t know. That last orgasm Rita had might almost make it worth it.”

“Do you really think she had one, love?”

“She was cuming after the blade fell, darling. Didn’t you see her body jerk around? Jeff told us her pussy was really clenching.” Then she smiled coyly at him before asking, “Wouldn’t you like to feel my dying pussy around your cock?”

“Darling, you’re hopeless.”

“Maybe I am,” she chuckled as she finished the rest of her drink in one gulp.

About that time the Ryersons walked by. They both looked excited. “They just finished impaling Rita and putting her on to roast,” Esther gasped breathlessly. “Jeff helped Renard impale her from ass to neck. Victor cut off her arms and legs because he told us he’s going to cook those separate.”

“Bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped. Then she grabbed James to drag him outside as she told him, “Let’s go see her roasting on the spit! I want to know what I will look like if I should lose my head.”

He put his glass down on the counter as he allowed himself to be pulled away. He turned to me with a smile as he asked, “Are you coming along, Julie?”

“No, James. I think I’ll stay here a while.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to see the remnants of a naked woman roasting over an open fire just yet.”

“Suit yourself,” Dorothy said as she led her husband away.

When we were alone Lorraine asked, “I take it you’re not interested in seeing the unlucky lass roasting on a spit?”

“Not until after I’ve had another one of those,” I said as I pointed at my empty glass. She smiled and nodded as she took it away before working on another one.

About that time I saw Renard walk up to the wetbar. Lorraine saw him and asked, “Can I get something for you too, love?”

“The usual, Lorraine; thanks.”

“How did it go with Rita’s body?”

“The pole slid right in and easily went from her ass to her neck, Lorraine. Rita was very cooperative.”

He smiled wryly at his remark. Then he sobered up as he asked her, “Do you know if she’s coming, Lorraine?”

“She’s on her way, Renard. Victor called her as soon as he heard about Rita. You know Prudence.”

“Yes… yes I do.” There was a sadness in his eyes.

She put drinks down in front of the two of us. He picked his up and looked at me as he raised his glass in a toast. “To Rita… for going out in a blaze of glory and for graciously consenting to feed us all.”

“To Rita,” I replied as I lifted my glass.

“To Rita,” Lorraine added as she lifted a nearby glass she’d been drinking from and clinked it against ours.

After taking a drink I asked him, “How do you make yourself do it… the impaling I mean?”

“I helped Victor with the very first one. I guess I did such a good job that he asked me to come back and help out if there were any more beheadings. So I kept coming back.”

“Are you sure it’s not something else, Renard?” Lorraine suggested with a knowing smile.

He looked at her and nodded with a sigh as he replied, “Yes, I suppose it is partially that as well.”

“I thought so.”

“What?” I looked at them both in confusion.

“I think he’s in love with our daughter Prudence.”

“I may have a small crush on her, Lorraine.”

“Are you sure it’s not more than a small crush, Renard?”

“I was on the rebound, Lorraine. It’s a crush; nothing more.”

“Maybe you’re still rebounding, Renard. You certainly keep coming back to see her during these monthly get-together’s.”

“Victor asked me to come, Lorraine. I come because I like you both.”

“Yes, us… and our crazy daughter.” He didn’t respond to that as he took another drink.

Now I was really confused listening in on their conversation. So I asked him, “Wait a minute, Renard. You keep coming back hoping to behead their daughter??”

Lorraine laughed as she shook her head. “No, Julie; you got it all wrong. I guess we didn’t make things clear. You see, Renard’s girlfriend Madeline was the very first to lose her head in our guillotine after Victor set it up. Afterwards Renard saw our daughter and just sort of… fell in love.”

I looked at her in surprise. Then I looked sympathetically at Renard. “Your girlfriend was the first to lose her head?? I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

He sighed as he told me, “She was addicted just like many of the others… like Prudence for instance?”

He eyed Lorraine knowingly who nodded her head in agreement. “Yes, Madeline was addicted, Renard. I know she was rather fond of you. But I don’t think she was over the moon about your relationship as much as you might have hoped.”

“I suspect you’re right, Lorraine. She was more in love with the guillotine. And it cost her.”

“As I recall she was quite delicious, Renard. And remember: it was her choice.”

“And afterwards you met their daughter Prudence?” I asked curiously.

“They went out a few times,” Lorraine explained. “Our daughter is more of a flirt than she is a woman desiring commitment. I think she’s more addicted to the guillotine than Madeline ever was. Victor won’t even let her come to these things unless there’s already been a beheading so she can eat some of the meat. Even then, she likes to go down and ride it for the thrill once she gets here.”

She turned sympathetically toward Renard. “You really should let her go, my dear boy. She’s an incurable flirt. Besides, her heart is in that bloody guillotine downstairs. Her father believes she would willingly risk riding it all day with a cock up her twat until she lost her head.” She sighed as she added, “I do believe one day we’ll be serving up our dear Prudence with a dash of horseradish.”

I looked at Renard in a sympathetic light. He smiled at me as he finished his drink. Then he asked me, “Would you like to go for a stroll?” I smiled in response, allowing him to take my arm as he escorted me away.

He showed me all around the residence. But once we got outside I could smell human flesh being cooked. To my surprise it didn’t smell half bad.

We talked about him and his coming to these events and his feelings for Prudence. He suspected a part of the reason he kept coming back was due to the vain hope they might get back together someday. But he admitted Lorraine was right and that somehow he had to let her go.

I smiled as I told him, “Maybe the guillotine will take care of that for you.” He told me that might solve things in the long run. Then he asked if I wanted to see Rita on the spit.

“Might as well,” I replied. By then I had settled down and was starting to get curious.

He led me to the backyard where a lot of the guests had gathered. They were socializing around this big barbecue pit where a naked body missing arms, legs and a head was spitted and rotating over an open fire. Rita’s head was on a nearby pike overlooking the scene while Victor was using a basting brush on her roasting body as one of the guys chatted with him.

What amazed me was how wonderful it smelled. It was also a surprise the way his guests were taking it so casually. We were going to eat Rita soon, but no one seemed particularly uncomfortable about it.

We saw a couple come out from the house. Several of the guests smiled and waved… “Hi Prudence.” One of the wives smiled coyly as she asked, “New boyfriend?”

“This is Kevin,” the newcomer motioned with a smile before hugging and kissing him. I glanced over to see Renard stiffen ever so slightly.

“Smells good!” she declared. Then she called out,” Hey, daddy! When do we eat?”

“You can have some of Rita in another half hour, honey. If you want something out of the pit then you’ll have to wait a little while longer.”

“Plenty of time to have some fun! C’mon, Kevin!”

“Now Prudence. We already have one body on to roast.”

“Oh daddy! Can’t I have a little fun?”

She caught sight of us standing there, so she came right over with her new beau. She smiled as she walked right up to Renard and hugged him. “Good to see you again, Renard. Who’s the new chick?”

He had just started to speak when I cut him off with a smile. “I’m Julie. We’ve been having a really nice time together. It’s a lovely gathering.” Then I slipped my arm through his as though indicating he now belonged to me.

She looked at me for a long moment like she wasn’t sure how to deal with me. Then she got this smile on her face. “Want to come down with us and watch me ride the guillotine?”

Renard hesitated long enough to indicate he might not want to go down and witness her fun. Maybe he didn’t want to watch her getting fucked while risking a beheading. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw a flash of pain in his eyes.

“We can go down if you want, darling,” I told him, clinging tighter to his arm. “It might be fun to watch her ride the guillotine.”

Prudence looked at me again as though she was a little dismayed over the way I was being so affectionate with Renard. She finally replied, “Then it’s settled! We’ll go down together. C’mon, Kevin! You’re going to love this!”

She grabbed her date’s arm and led him back toward the house. We followed close behind into the building until we walked right by the wetbar. Her mom was still there, chatting with Victoria and Louisa as we walked past.

“Hi, honey. Wait; where are you going? Don’t I get a hug?”

Prudence barely paused as she told her mother, “Hi, mom. This is Kevin. We’re heading downstairs so I can ride the guillotine.”

“Prudence, can’t you put it off long enough to mingle with our guests?”

“Mom, you know I’m not going to be satisfied until I go for a ride! It’s been two months! I’d have been here sooner, but you and daddy have this rule…”

“Prudence, we’re only trying to keep you around a little while longer. Besides, your father already has a roaster.”

“Don’t worry, mom! It’ll be fun! We’ll be right back up!”

For a minute I thought Victoria and Louisa were going to come down with us. But they looked at Renard and hesitated. They must have seen something in his expression because they stayed in their seats, telling her to go have fun.

The four of us went down and entered the room with the guillotine. That’s when Kevin looked at the bloody thing in surprise. “You told me about this, Prudence. But I never believed it until now.”

“Isn’t it great? All us bitches ride it naked while getting fucked. That way you guys will have the experience of a lifetime if our heads roll while you’re still inside us. Right, Julie?” she asked as she winked at me.

I tried to act like it was no big deal. But I was starting to feel butterflies in my stomach. Instinctively I clung tighter to Renard’s arm as he smiled reassuringly at me.

Prudence walked up to the timing mechanism. She must have done something because the timer suddenly switched to 1:00:00. That’s when Renard disengaged from my arm.

He walked up and reset the timer to 0:00. “Spoilsport!” Prudence laughed. “We’ll split the difference.” Then she plugged in 30:00.

She looked right at Renard before telling Kevin, “C’mon, baby! Get undressed! I want to fuck!” Then she started taking her clothes off. I got the impression she was deliberately doing this right in front of Renard just to tease him.

They both proceeded to strip. Prudence had a nice body for a 21 year old, with full breasts, a cleanly shaved pussy and shoulder length brown hair. Kevin had a nice cock that began to harden once he saw his girlfriend getting naked.

Renard helped him strap Prudence down onto the cushioned bench, sticking her neck through the opening. She gasped as she began to pant heavily for breath. “Make it a nice, long fuck, Kevin! The longer you go, the greater the risk the blade might fall!”

Neither one seemed the least bit bashful about getting naked right in front of us. But Kevin seemed hesitant about the whole guillotine thing. “I’ll start it for you,” Renard told him as he stepped up to the latch on the lunette.

“C’mon, Kevin! Let’s get shagging! I’m so fucking horny right now!”

Kevin slid right in to her dripping snatch as she was clearly wet and ready to go. He started thrusting as Renard started the timer by latching down the lunette. “Oh FUCK!” she gasped. “I’ve been waiting for this for two whole months!”

We watched as they went at it right in front of us. Kevin seemed like he wasn’t sure about the whole thing with the guillotine. That’s when Renard leaned toward him and explained, “The sooner you cum, the sooner she gets out.”

He nodded as though understanding. Then he began to thrust a little harder. Prudence gasped, “No, Kevin! Make it last!”

He gave it to her good as he got more into it. She acted like she wanted him to slow down. I think they were at odds with each other because Kevin clearly acted like he wasn’t sure he wanted her to lose her head.

I glanced at Renard and saw that familiar flicker of pain in his eyes. It must have hurt him to see a girl he was in love with being fucked by another man. I found myself half hoping the blade would come down and sever his tie to the wicked bitch once and for all.

Prudence gasped and moaned as she watched the timer. She tried again to get Kevin to take his time. But clearly she was overly excited. And he seemed eager to get it over with.

At 33:27 he cried out as he roared his release. She let out a cry before gasping, “Too soon!” A faint smirk crossed Renard’s lips as he walked up to the guillotine.

Kevin pulled out at 34:02. From experience I knew Prudence had another minute to go. She seemed disappointed as Renard waited by the latch, popping it the moment the timer hit 35:00.

“Bloody hell!” she gasped in annoyance. “I didn’t even get to cum!”

“I guess you were too good of a fuck,” Renard suggested with an unsympathetic smile. “You made him cum too fast.”

“I want to go again!”

“Prudence, you know the rules.”

“Renard, it’s my home and I can do anything I want!”

“Your father says you only get to ride it once before the meal is served, and that’s that.”

“You’re not my father!”

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I contemplated the unthinkable. A moment later I blurted out, “You can’t ride it again just yet, Prudence. Now it’s my turn with Renard.” Right after I said it I wondered what the hell I was thinking.

Prudence and Kevin looked at me in surprise. That’s when I nervously started to undress, the butterflies welling up in my stomach. Renard looked at me in utter astonishment.

“You remember how you described it to me?” I reminded him, referring to a non-existent conversation just to get back at Prudence for him. “You remember how you told me how wonderful the orgasms are when you make the build-up nice and slow? Well darling, I think I’m ready. I want you to go right ahead and shag me in the guillotine.”

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Posted on September 27, 2017 by riwa

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An angry mother 3.4 (5)

Posted on September 24, 2017 by riwa

An angry mother

He watched the buxom exotic dancer in the red hair as she slowly removed her veils. His male member hardened at the sight, especially when she ended up nude. Mother would not be pleased over his desire for the American woman, but he had to have her.

He learned her name was Teri. After her set Fahim sent a palace bodyguard to fetch her. But could he have her even though she had another performance in 20 minutes?

When the manager learned who wanted his dancer, he immediately released her from her duties for the rest of the night. The son belonged to an important family. He did not wish to incur their wrath over a replaceable exotic dancer.

Teri was escorted to a limousine and driven to a location several miles from the club. She was escorted into a private residence where she was introduced to Prince Fahim. She was flattered he wanted her.

They shared a drink before she gave herself fully to him. She knew who he was… knew how important his family was. This might be an opportunity to acquire some wealth… perhaps even leave behind the lifestyle of exotic dancing.

She started by giving Fahim a blowjob. She believed it was the best she had ever given. He seemed appreciative as he came in her mouth.

She took her time working him back into full hardness. Then they made love. The whole time Teri found herself wondering how her life might change if she found favor with him.

After they were done having sex she was taken back to the club. When the manager learned she had pleased the young prince, he instructed Teri to make sure Fahim got anything he wanted whenever he showed up. After all, pleasing such an important client could only be good for business.

The next day Fahim came back and watched her dance again. This time between dances they went to a private room where the sex was more aggressive. Both parties enjoyed it, and it seemed to enliven Teri’s subsequent performance when she returned to the stage.

He stayed all night to watch her until the club closed. Once again she was driven by limo to that private location, this time with Fahim in the back seat beside her. She sucked his cock until they arrived where they spent the night fucking in various positions.

This went on for two weeks. The manager told Teri that Prince Fahim was leaving generous tips to the club, and for her to continue the relationship. Teri figured it was only a matter of time before he claimed her for his own, meaning there might be no more dancing while she got to live an extravagant lifestyle.

One night Fahim did not show up. Teri was disappointed, but she did not worry. It was possible the young prince had other duties and was simply preoccupied.

At the end of one of her sets she was in the dancers’ dressing room when a middle-aged Arabic woman in traditional garb came in. She asked for some privacy, shooing all the other dancers away. Then she angrily faced Teri.

“My name is Halina. Fahim is my son. You will not see him anymore. Is that understood?”

Teri was a little indignant, but she tried to be polite. “I did not know I was not allowed to see him. He was the one who initiated contact…”

“You will not see my son anymore!”

“What do I do if he shows up to another of my perfor–“

“You will NOT see my son anymore! You have been warned!” And with that the angry woman turned and left.

Teri thought it over. Clearly Fahim’s mother did not want their relationship to continue. Did that explain why he had not come to see her dance?

She went back to work and finished her shift. Fahim did not put in an appearance. Teri went home disappointed, wondering if perhaps their short-lived relationship had come to an abrupt end.

The next night she saw Fahim back in the club. She danced wildly for him, making him smile lustfully for her. She could tell by the look in his eyes just how much he wanted her.

After concluding her performance, Teri went back to the dressing room. He snuck back and told her he wanted to see her again. But they could no longer use the limousine as his mother was against their relationship and would find out.

Teri went and told the manager Fahim was back and wanted to be with her that night. He told her to go in the hopes the relationship would work out and the club would profit from it. Teri went back to Fahim and they snuck out the back of the club on foot.

They found a private residence several blocks away. Fahim explained he had set it up with the man who lived there so they could be there alone together without his mother finding out. He claimed his bodyguards knew of his actions and were turning their backs for the sake of their relationship.

After a wild night of frenzied fucking he took her back to the club. He told her they would have to be discreet so his mother would not find out. Then he kissed her goodnight before he left.

A part of Teri was concerned this could lead to terrible danger. But another part of her was thrilled with the risk. Besides, it made the sex all the better knowing their relationship was forbidden.

Fahim did not show up every night at the club. When he did come in, it was often in the guise of a common shepherd. Other times he sent a bodyguard to retrieve her, taking her in a small car to another private location where he was waiting. Their sexual relationship continued unabated, although they were no longer able to meet on a daily basis.

Teri did not see him for several days. Had they been discovered? Would his mother make a return trip to the club to threaten her again? She sighed as she danced for the other clients, although she found herself missing Fahim terribly.

Nine days went by before Teri recognized one of the bodyguards in the club. She smiled as she danced with great fervor, anticipating a hot night of sex with Fahim. When her shift concluded she went back to the dressing room to wait with growing excitement.

It was late and the club was closing when he came back to get her. “Fahim sends his apologies. His mother is angry. He wishes to see you tonight.”

Teri nodded, her heart beating fast. Was this going to be a dangerous rendezvous? Tonight she was overly excited as she had missed him and was looking forward to a night of hot sex.

She was driven in a small private car to the outskirts of the city. The building they approached looked run down. She had misgivings as he let her out of the back seat. But she concluded this was Fahim’s way of being secretive.

“A thousand apologies. It is the only place he could find to avoid his mother. Come; he is anxious to see you.”

He led her inside and took her up to the second floor. They came to a door Teri hoped had a nice room behind it. The body guard knocked once… twice… and then once again.

The door opened into darkness. The bodyguard hustled her inside. She cried out, “Fahim? Where are you? I can’t see you – AAUUGGHH!”

There were hands all over her body tearing her clothes away. She tried to scream and was backhanded violently. She was pushed down onto her hands and knees where a thick, smelly cock was forced between her lips. She could tell from past experience it did not belong to Fahim.

She grunted in alarm as she was brutally face-fucked. Then a cock pushed against her pussy and went all the way inside. She cried out as she was fucked in both ends.

There was illumination from somewhere as her eyes were beginning to adjust. There were two large males having their way with her. A third – no, two more – waited in the wings.

She cried out into the cock in her mouth as it went off, making her swallow a bitter, salty cream. At the same time she felt cum fill her cunt. Teri felt a stab of fear as she realized these men were not here to deliver her to Fahim, but to rape her.

The one in her pussy pulled out. Another man knelt behind her and pushed his cock against her puckered anus. Teri cried out again as her ass was violated while the cock in her mouth was replaced by another.

The gangbang was brutal and continued for well over an hour until the men seemed satisfied. Teri was hauled naked to her feet. Then a single light bulb came on at the other side of the room, revealing Fahim’s mother. She looked angry.

“You were warned! You will NOT see my son again, you American whore!” Then Teri felt a cord of rope wrap around her neck.

Her eyes flew open in alarm as her mouth gaped open. Halina glared angrily at her as she pointed accusingly with a finger. “You will NOT see my son again!” Then the rope tightened.

Teri tried to nod her head… “Ok; lesson learned.” But the rope tightened even more. She began to rasp and shudder as she struggled to get a wisp of air into her lungs.

The mother glared accusingly at her. There was no mercy in her eyes. Teri’s mind screamed… “FAHIM; WHERE ARE YOU???”

Her legs began to kick as her arms thrashed about. One of the guards grabbed her wrists while another grasped her legs. Teri began to get dizzy and disoriented.

She tried to scream, but nothing would come. She tried to breathe, but her lungs heaved in desperation, unable to get another breath. She was terrified, but there was nothing she could do.

Her bladder gave way as she felt cum leaking out of her holes. She shuddered hard in fearful orgasm as she wet herself. Then consciousness faded away as she slumped in the grasp of the bodyguards.

“Make sure she is dead!” Fahim’s mother demanded. “She will NOT see my son again! From now on Fahim will have for himself a nice Arabic woman!”

The bodyguard nodded as he pulled even harder on the cord around her throat. It cut a red line through her neck. Then he let her go.

Teri’s naked body collapsed in a heap onto the floor. Stray muscles twitched and fired as she stared with unseeing eyes. The mother nodded her satisfaction at the bodyguards.

“Stupid American! She should have known this is not a safe part of town! They are all idiotic!” Then they left together, leaving Teri’s naked body in a crumpled heap on the second floor of the abandoned building…

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Home early – a Janet story 3.3 (3)

Posted on September 18, 2017 by riwa

She could tell the minute he got home that something was wrong, especially since he’d come home so early.

“Skip?”

“Not now, Janet. I’m not in the mood.”

“Skip, what happened? Bad day at work?” In response he tossed his keys on the kitchen table in frustration and then went off into the den. She started to follow him, anxiously calling out “Skip??”

“Leave me alone, Janet.” Then he closed the door hard behind him as though shutting her out. Janet stared at the door, feeling helpless and vulnerable as a sick feeling lodged in the pit of her gut.

Something was wrong; that much was obvious. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see how upset he was. Janet wanted to do something for him – something to lift his spirits. But what??

She thought about it for a moment and then changed into a modest black latex one-piece swimsuit, the one that always accented the camel-toe in her crotch. Then she headed out to the back yard. Perhaps a good swim would calm her down… give her an idea how she could be more helpful.

She swam along the bottom, luxuriating in the way the water enveloped her. She felt a stirring and she released a few bubbles out of her nose. She thought a quick fuck would sure feel good right about now. But how could she get Skip into the water in his current condition??

She surfaced and swam over to the side of the pool, giving it some thought. She could give him the scuba gear so he wouldn’t have to worry about holding his breath. But in his current state she might have a difficult time even getting him outside! Perhaps a little deception was in order.

She climbed out of the water and went over to the pool shed. There were two tanks half full of air. Perhaps she could make them work to her advantage. Then she dried herself off, went inside, picked up her cell phone and pretended to make a phone call as she stood just outside the door to the den…

“Hello, Bob? This is Janet. I was just getting back to you about that little modeling session this weekend. Now what is it you wanted me to do? …maskless scuba? Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I’m sure I can handle it. I need to have a little practice in my scuba gear first as it’s been a couple of months and I could use a quick refresher course… nothing advanced or anything… oh, you can’t? Well, I suppose I can ask Skip. But he’s…well, I don’t think he’s in the mood right now, Bob. No, it’s nothing serious… I think he just had a bad day at work is all… I know you trust me and I’m sure I’ll be fine. But you know how Skip gets concerned about me, wanting me to stay brushed up for safety’s sake and all… Ok, Bob. I’ll see if I can get a little time in the pool today before I come over this weekend. Even a few minutes would do me some good. No – no, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I just want to be prepared is all. …ok, Bob; that works for me. I’ll see you then.”

Janet looked at the door and sighed. “I really don’t want to bother Skip right now,” she said to herself, trying to speak just loud enough for him to overhear. “I think I’ll just go change and then go out to the pool.”

She went into her bedroom long enough to make it seem like she was changing into a swimsuit. Then she came back out and checked the door to the den. It was still closed.

Damn!

She went outside to the pool shed, pulled both tanks out and set them conspicuously by the side of the pool, leaving a blue weight belt for Skip to use if he came out. Then she began checking the regulators and gauges, making sure they were in working order. A moment later she heard the back door open and she felt a surge of excitement.

Had it worked?

She turned to see Skip approaching her in his green swim trunks. “I overheard your call to Bob, Janet,” he told her, sounding less than enthusiastic. “If you need me out here with you then I guess I can do that.” Janet gave him her most charming smile.

“Oh, thank you, Skip!” she gushed happily. “I really appreciate it! I know you trust me and all. But I also know you like being out here sometimes and…”

“I do, Janet. Let’s get this over with, ok?”

She nodded as they silently went to work gearing up. “Skip, I brought the weight belt over here for you to use,” she explained, motioning over at it. “Bob will want me without one if I can manage it, you know.” Then she started to hand him a dive mask.

“No, Janet,” he said with a wave. “If you’re not wearing one then I’m not.”

“That’s thoughtful of you, Skip,” she said. Then she put the reg into her mouth and took a few experimental puffs, nodding at him as he did the same with his.

She dangled her legs in the water as she sat on the edge with Skip sitting right beside her. At least she’d gotten him this far. She could feel her heart beating fast as she began to get excited! With a nod at him she slipped off the edge into the water. Skip followed right behind her.

The weight belt took him straight to the bottom and he watched as she swam above him. The modest latex swimsuit had been a deliberate choice so as not to tip her hand, although she thought the camel toe might catch his eye. She did a few graceful rolls and twists until she worked herself down toward the bottom.

She motioned at him… “Help hold me down?” He reached out and grabbed her by the waist as she knelt right in front of him. Then she proceeded to take her regulator out of her mouth, looking at him as though he was the trainer and she was the trainee.

She gave him a thumbs up… “So far so good” before she placed the reg back between her lips. She smiled as she took a puff. Then she nodded at him before filling her lungs and then taking the regulator back out of her mouth.

She pinched her nose shut to equalize and she saw him watching her a little more closely. Now he appeared to be more involved… that sour mood having faded away. A quick glance down and she noticed something stirring in his swimsuit. Janet smiled inwardly… just what the doctor ordered!

She motioned at him… “Share your reg with me, Skip?” He nodded as he took it out of his mouth and gave it to her.

The reg was passed back and forth several times. But each time she allowed herself to stay off it just a little while longer. She was trying to make it look as though she was anticipating needing to eventually be off the regulator at some point during the photo shoot.

A quick glance showed further activity underneath Skip’s swimsuit… a little more stirring of his cock perhaps? After putting her own regulator back into her mouth Janet motioned for Skip to sit down so she could straddle his legs and use them as a foundation for staying on the bottom. He did it willingly and her excitement intensified. It was time.

Janet removed her regulator and allowed it to hang at her side. Then she slowly took Skip’s wrists in her hands, smiling as she released a little stream of bubbles out of her pursed lips. She brought his hands up onto her breasts, making her desires quite clear. Then she held her breath both literally and figuratively, knowing she’d reached the point of no return.

The ball was now in Skip’s court!

For a moment she saw the hesitation in his eyes and she thought, ‘Damn, he’s going to fold!’ Then he began groping and massaging her mounds. Janet allowed a low moan to slip out past her lips. Gawd, this was just what the two of them needed!!

She deliberately pushed her breath-holding limits, allowing him to feel the spasms in her chest before she reached for her regulator. She filled her lungs and then removed it from her mouth. Skip continued to massage her breasts and she moaned and bubbled some more as she gave him a knowing smile…

“That’s right, baby! C’mon! You KNOW you want to! Don’t let me stop you! It’s easy, Skip; just slip the top off my suit and play with ‘em!!”

As if reading her mind he started to tug the top of her suit off her shoulders. He slowly pulled it down until her breasts were exposed. Her nipples hardened considerably and he fingered them in appreciation as she moaned and bubbled some more.

‘Gotcha, baby!’ she thought triumphantly as one of her hands strayed into his lap. She found his hardening manhood through his suit and began rubbing it, stroking him into full erection.

Her chest began to burn and she took her reg and relieved her aching lungs. His hands began roaming her body until her suit began to come down further and further. She moaned excitedly, exhaling heavily through her regulator as she began eagerly pulling his trunks down off his legs.

When she’d finished refilled her lungs, she wasted no time pulling her regulator out of her mouth, bending forward, stretching herself out on him and then taking his erect member in past her lips. She gobbled him down as though ravenous for a mouthful of spunk. Skip moaned and grunted as he began thrusting up into her mouth, helpless to resist her.

He clawed at her swimsuit, ultimately pulling it completely free of her legs. She grunted and moaned, holding her breath for as long as she could as she sucked him down. Her lungs were heaving when she finally grabbed her regulator and crammed it back between her lips.

She eagerly climbed on top of him, wriggling her ass as she slowly impaled herself on his throbbing shaft. He was breathing heavily as she reached out for him. “Now fuck me, Skip!” she demanded through her regulator, her eyes blazing with lust. “Fuck me hard; I need it now!”

She took several deep breaths as their bodies rocked in unison. Then she gave him a hungering look. “I need you to cum inside me, Skip!” she told him through the regulator. “I need you to cum inside me before I take my next breath!” Then she made a show of deliberately removing her regulator, allowing it to hang freely.

She rode him harder and faster, wanting to feel that wonderful cock of his explode inside her. She’d already decided she wasn’t going to take another puff from that reg of hers until he’d satisfied himself. This was her present to him… her way of telling him how sorry she was for his bad day and that she still loved him and hungered to be pleasing to him.

She could see him watching her closely with that look of sexual excitement in his eyes… could see him eyeing the growing spasms in her chest. She knew he loved seeing that, even though he was always concerned for her safety and comfort. But today all she wanted was to give herself totally to him. And if that meant pushing herself to her limits then she was bound and determined to do just that!

The burn intensified; her breasts began to heave. Skip took the reg out of his mouth and offered it to her. But she put up her hand in refusal… “No, Skip… not until you’ve cum first!” So he put it back into his mouth… “Ok, Janet; if you say so.”

His eyes widened in understanding and for a moment he eased off a bit. It was as though he was testing her resolve. Janet just groaned… “Gawd, Skip; you wouldn’t!!” It gave her an erotic jolt to think he might push her all the way to the edge… perhaps even beyond!

Skip heard her groans, saw those delicious spasms as her precious air slipped out of her mouth and nose in little bubbly spurts. It was an incredible turn-on and his cock swelled even harder inside her. Would she actually allow him to take her all the way?! Would he even want to??!!

He grabbed her arms to hold her in place, thrusting harder and harder up into her spasming pussy. It felt tight and absolutely wonderful! The issues of the day that had sent him home early now seemed so far away and utterly insignificant.

Her eyes got bigger as those convulsions in her chest increased dramatically. Gawd; she was almost out of air! He let go of a wrist to tap the reg in his mouth… “Do you want this?” Her eyes were wide in alarm but she defiantly shook her head while motioning… “No, I told you… not until you cum!!”

Janet’s chest was on fire. How much longer would it take before Skip exploded inside her?? How much longer was he going to force her to hold her breath??!! Gawd; her lungs felt like they were going to give out any second now!!

She looked at Skip in growing anxiety, grunting with each hard thrust of his cock into her pussy. She could tell she was going to cum any second now. But her breathless agony was evident in her eyes… “Gawd, Skip; would you just CUM already??!!”

She could feel it swelling within her… it was going to be any moment now! But if he didn’t hurry it up and cum she was afraid her lungs were going to give out!! Gawd, wasn’t this cutting it just a little too damned close??!!

Her lungs suddenly heaved painfully; she was all out of breath! She didn’t think she could hold it even one second longer! The excitement was so much that she suddenly felt her orgasm slam into her with devastating fury.

Janet tipped her head back and screamed the rest of her breath away. Her body shuddered violently with white-hot pleasure. An instant later she felt Skip’s cock explode inside her and she felt the sensation of his hot seed filling her.

It was incredibly erotic, knowing her orgasmic agony was such a turn-on for him! She could see it in his eyes and it pushed her from one orgasm right into the abyss of an even greater one! Everything went dim as her body shuddered hard.

For a second she had no idea where she was. Then something was pressed in between her lips. As her lungs gave out she couldn’t help inhaling, only to receive the sweet taste of compressed air instead of the agonizing sting of chlorinated pool water.

Janet panted weakly as she hungrily gulped down lungful after lungful of air. Her body shuddered again from a delicious aftershock and she moaned weakly. Then Skip’s hands were all over her, fondling and massaging her breasts. It elicited another delicious aftershock and she moaned weakly.

Skip suddenly pulled her close, hugging her fiercely. Even with the reg in his mouth she could clearly hear him telling her how much he loved her. “I love you too, Skip!” she managed to answer back. Then Skip shed his weight belt before he lovingly carried Janet up to the surface in his arms…

(Picture provided by Skip and is used for illustration purposes only.)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 3 4.2 (11)

Posted on September 12, 2017 by riwa

You have no idea how excited I was when we pulled out of the driveway and headed off toward the Club. I was trembling like crazy and wet as hell. I nearly creamed myself when I told myself I wasn’t coming home because Stew was going to hang me for his sexual enjoyment before the night was over.

He got horny when I told him about mom and Brad. I asked him what he thought about mom and I on our knees together sucking her boyfriend’s cock. He said he didn’t know what to think. But judging by the bulge in his pants I knew exactly what he was thinking.

I grinned as I asked him, “Do you want to fuck mom now, Stew? How’d you like to double-team her with Brad?”

“I’m driving Janelle, ok?”

“After you hang me, you can come home, fuck mom and then hang her before dad gets back. Who knows? He might not mind so much.”

“Janelle??”

“I’m really looking forward to hanging for you tonight, Stew. Gawd, I can’t wait to hang on stage in front of you and all those other horny guys.”

“Damnit, Janelle; I’m trying to drive, ok? I’m going to wreck us if you keep that up!”

“What’s the matter? Can’t drive with a hard-on, Stew? Want me to fix that for you?”

I giggled as I unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. The poor guy must have been hurting having it bulge in his pants like that. Then I leaned over and began sucking on it.

He gasped as he swerved a little. Then he slowed down. I think he was trying to drive real careful. But he sure was panting like crazy.

I think we pulled up to a stoplight. That gave me extra time to take him deep down my throat. That’s when I heard some guys whooping and hollering in the car next to us.

“Janelle?? Jeez! They can see you!”

The light turned green and he took off. But I heard the car pull up next to us as those guys continued whooping and hollering.

Stew suddenly went off in my mouth. I couldn’t contain it all as some of it leaked out around my lips. I sucked as much cum out of his dick as I could before I sat up.

Cream hung off my lips as I smiled at Stew. In the car next to us I saw the heads of two guys out the front window with two more in back. I grinned at them as I used a finger to wipe all the cream off my lips and then swallow it down.

They whooped and hollered again. That’s when Stewart made a right turn and we lost them. “Damn you, Janelle!”

He looked at me and shook his head as he mumbled to himself, “Why does my sister have to be so damned hot and sexy?” It gave me a warm, gooey feeling inside, making me decide more than ever that I wanted to hang for him at the Club.

The parking garage was nearly full when we got there. We had to park all the way in the back on an upper floor. “Looks like the place is full,” Stew observed as he shut off the engine.

“That just means I’m going to have a huge audience when I dance in the air for you up onstage, Stew.”

He looked at me and sighed heavily. “Look, Janelle. I don’t know how this is going to work tonight, ok? Can we just go in and enjoy ourselves first?”

“Certainly, Stew. Don’t mind me. I’m just your slut snuff-date for the evening.”

He rolled his eyes again. But I could see he was starting to get a bulge once more. So I decided to try and play nice for a while.

“I know you’re not sure about all this Stew. You know what I want. I’m just so excited, ok? But I’ll try to tone it down a little for you.”

“I’d appreciate it, Janelle. Otherwise my cock is going to be hard all night long.”

“I guess we’ll just have to make sure to help you out whenever it gets too hard, right?” I giggled as I rubbed his bulge again.

“Alright; that does it! Out of the car!”

“Sure thing, Stew. Eager to hang me already?”

His eyes rolled once more as we got out. Then we made our way down the garage to the main floor. A short walk and we found ourselves rounding the corner to the Club.

There was a huge line outside. Maybe that’s because it was a Friday night. I felt a surge of erotic excitement at the idea there might be a packed house waiting to enjoy my hanging. Too bad all those sexy bitches in line couldn’t come inside and watch me give ‘em a show.

A lot of girls called out to us, asking us to take them in with us. I had my arm protectively through Stewart’s as I quietly asked him, “What do you think, Stew? Want to take one inside with us? We could hang her first before you hang me. I bet you’d love that.”

“I don’t know if we have enough money for another girl, Janelle. Maybe later.”

If you have plenty left over I want you to promise me you’ll come out, find some hot slut to fuck and then hang her sweet ass before you leave. Promise me, Stew.” I smiled coyly at him as I clung to his arm.

“No promises, Janelle.” But I thought I saw the gears turning in his mind. With any luck maybe I could turn him into a sexy snuff-dater before the night was over.

We showed our IDs to the bouncer. Stew also showed him the cash we’d brought along. He smiled as he waved us right inside, telling us to have a good time. “Oh, I plan on it,” I told him with my best smile.

Once inside we checked our cash with an attendant who gave us a pager. Then I got my pregnancy sensor. I pushed it in right in front of her, letting out a yelp as it penetrated before that little green glow came on.

“Looks like you nice folks are all good to go,” she said with a smile.

“That’s right,” I responded. “Two check in, but only one will check out.”

I smiled knowingly at her as Stew gave me another dirty look. But I could tell he was sporting a growing bulge again. The attendant remained unfazed.

“Thinking of visiting the stage or one of our snuff rooms? If so, you probably won’t be the only ones tonight. Enjoy yourself, folks.”

“Really?” I asked hopefully. “Are others going to get snuffed tonight?” Now she had my full attention as Stew looked at her in surprise.

“Oh yes. Friday nights are very popular around here. What’s more, we have a group of businessmen with their wives and dates back in one of our conference rooms. I understand there may be an execution or two taking place back in that room.”

“Really? Wow!” Now we were both impressed.

I wanted to ask for more details, but decided against it. Then Stew escorted me inside. Immediately we were hit in the face with the sound of all that gambling with all those jangling machines.

I told Stewart I wanted to take it all in first. Maybe a part of me wanted to parade around in my slutty attire just to see how many looks I could get. I was considering the possibility I might get to play with a few other cocks before it came time for me to dangle in the noose up onstage.

We walked around a lot of machines, and I got a lot of appreciative looks. But some people ignored us as they stared self-absorbed at their one-armed bandits and video machines. They seemed more obsessed with gambling than acknowledging the likes of us.

We made our way to the back of the club where we found the Entertainment stage. For the moment it was not in use. But I stared longingly at the noose in the gallows as I panted heavily for breath.

“Fuck; it’s really real!” I gasped. “Gawd, Stew! That’s where you’re going to hang me tonight!”

“Not right away I hope, Janelle.”

“Oh no,” I told him with a smile. “I need to get fucked first… and with more cocks than just yours. Maybe there’s some stuff we can watch before it’s my turn. You can even whore me out for a little extra dough while you go fuck some other slut.”

“Do you really want me to fuck anyone else but you, Janelle?”

“Why else do you think we came here, Stew? We came to fuck and watch executions, and I came to hang for you. I want to experience it all. And I want you to feel free to fuck whomever you wish!”

He just shook his head as he sighed, “Gawd! I think I could use a drink!”

“Good idea, Stew. I’m getting thirsty and horny.”

We headed off to the lounge and sat in a booth. We ordered drinks and then looked around at all the other people who were talking and drinking. It made me wonder how many were here for the gambling and how many were here for the sex and the Entertainment stage.

How many had come hoping to witness an execution? How many had come hoping to get a chance to see a slut like me hang by my neck for them up on stage? It gave me the erotic shivers, and I quickly took another sip of my drink to steady my nerves.

“So what do you want to do first, Stew?” I asked as the liquid burned down my throat. “Want to play one of the roulette wheels for a bit… a little blackjack maybe? Wanna try one of the gambling machines? Or do you wanna go find one of the rooms and fuck?” Then I leaned in close as I added, “I sure could go for some ‘meat’, if you know what I mean.”

There was a burst of laughter near one of the bigger tables on the opposite side of the room. Then a bunch of people rose up. I stared in astonishment before I quickly gasped, “Duck down, Stew! Quick! Duck down and don’t look!”

“What, Janelle?”

“Damnit, Stew; duck down! It’s daddy!”

We both scrunched lower in our booth so as not to be seen. I could tell right away it was our father. He had an attractive brunette wrapped around his waist.

He and the other guys headed for the exit on the other side of the lounge with their dates. They went out the opening and were gone. I breathed a sigh of relief as I sat up straight.

“Ok, Stew. He’s gone. Whew; that was close!”

“Are you sure it was him, Janelle?” He sounded like he was a little anxious about us getting caught here at the club.

“Damn right, I’m sure! He had a sexy slut on his arm. For a second I thought he looked right at me.”

“Did he see us?”

“I don’t know, Stew. Maybe he didn’t. I didn’t see anything in his expression that indicated he saw us. He didn’t motion at me or anything. Your back was to him, but I got a good look, Stew. It was daddy all right.”

“What the hell is he doing here, Janelle?”

Stew turned to look, but the group was gone. Then he looked right at me. “Are you sure it was him, Janelle? Maybe it was some guy who looked like him.”

“C’mon, Stew. Let’s go have a look.”

We finished our drinks in one gulp. Then we got up and headed off in the direction they had gone. I had to lead the way as I was the one who had seen where they were going.

For a minute we lost them in the casino. I led Stew down an aisle and turned a corner. That’s when I saw a group heading for a hallway.

“That’s them!” I gasped as I pulled Stew back out of sight. When I took another look I saw they were all heading away. I grabbed Stew and pulled him along as we trailed after them.

We followed them down the hall at a discreet distance. They paused at a door before starting to go inside. Stew and I ducked out of sight around a corner before peering down the hall to look. That’s when we both saw daddy walk inside with that brunette on his arm. If he saw us, he gave no indication.

“Well?” I asked with my hands on my hips when they were all inside. “Is that daddy or isn’t it?”

“It sure as hell looked like him, Janelle. What the hell is he doing here??”

“Didn’t you hear the attendant in the foyer? She said there was a group of businessmen here. And she acted like maybe they were going to snuff somebody.” The idea of getting to witness an execution this early in the evening was getting me all excited.

I felt an erotic jolt knowing daddy was here in the club with us. I looked at Stew, but he had already read my expression. “Oh no, Janelle! I’m not hanging you while dad’s watching!”

“Aww, why not?”

“Are you crazy? He’d kill us both!”

“He can’t kill me if I’m already hanging for you, Stew.”

“Damn you, Janelle!”

“I wonder if there’s any way of seeing inside that room they all entered.”

“Seeing inside what room?”

We both turned to see an attendant standing there with an empty tray. Stewart stammered as he told her, “We were, uh… we were just curious about that room down there is all.”

“Oh, that’s our group of businessmen for the night. I think you can pull them up on a monitor in one of the sex rooms so long as the room is unlocked.”

“Unlocked?” I asked curiously.

“Unlocked… the cameras turned on so others in the club can watch on private monitors. There are monitors in the sex rooms as well as the snuff rooms.”

“I’m really curious, Stew. Let’s go have a look, ok? We’ll want a sex room anyway, right?”

“Ok, Janelle.” Then he asked the attendant, “Uh… which way to one of the sex rooms?”

“This way, sir,” she said with a smile. Then she led us off down the hall in the opposite direction.

We didn’t go too far before we found an empty room. Stew checked in with our pager. Then we followed the attendant inside.

The first thing she did was lead us over to a monitor on the wall to show us how to bring up any of the rooms in the club. She told us, “If they have it unlocked, it means anyone can view inside.” Then she brought up the room with the businessmen. “It seems they haven’t locked us out yet.”

There were three different screens showing views from three different camera angles. We saw daddy sitting at this really large conference table along with that brunette at his side. What caught my attention was a small stage with a stripper pole back along one wall.

“Let me know if you folks need anything else.” Then the attendant stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Stewart and I looked at the monitor. But nothing was happening inside the room. It looked like they were just talking about how well their company had done during the year.

We sat on the bed where I reached out and started groping Stew’s bulge. It wasn’t long before I unzipped his fly and pulled him out. Then I started lubing his cock with my mouth as I bobbed up and down on it.

He gasped appreciatively as I gave him a really good blowjob with deliberate slurping noises. Then I told him I wanted it up my ass to start with. “I’ve been really naughty and slutty tonight, Stew. So I want you to fuck my ass good and hard.”

He grabbed my head and forced me to gag on his delicious meat. I loved the way he was treating me. Besides, I deserved it after teasing him relentlessly ever since we’d left the house.

He took my top off and started slapping my boobs as I gobbled him down. I just moaned like a bitch in heat. Then he observed, “It looks like they have a couple of strippers entering their room, Janelle.”

I glanced over at the monitor to see what was going on. Nothing was really happening just yet as they took up their positions on the stage. He slapped my tits again as he gagged me with his cock. Gawd, I was getting all hot and horny.

He roughly undressed me before telling me, “So you want it up the ass, eh?” I whimpered as he turned me around and bent me over the edge of the bed. That meant we both got to watch the monitor.

He pushed into my ass none too gentle. I cried out, “Oh FUCK!” as he rammed it in deep. Then he really started giving it to me good.

He fucked my ass as we watched the two women on the monitor start to ride the stripper pole in that conference room. Actually, it looked like a blond slut with big tits was riding it while a black haired bimbo molested her while helping to remove all her garments. Everyone else in the room seemed to be watching appreciatively.

Both bitches were soon nude and were nice to look at. But the action was starting to get boring. Then the slut with the black hair produced a dagger from seemingly out of nowhere. She displayed it as though it was part of the act.

I gasped as I told Stew, “Fuck; she’s got a knife! What the hell is she going to do with a knife??”

“Damned if I know, Janelle.” Now we were both curious.

Stew slowed down his thrusts up my ass as we paid a little closer attention to the girls on the monitor. The cameras were able to get good views of them together, the one dancing against the stripper pole while the other brandished the dagger. The girl fucking the pole either seemed oblivious to the weapon or she just didn’t care.

My heart started beating fast as the one holding the dagger began wiping the blade along big-tit’s skin. She just kept on dancing as though it was no big deal. But I noticed everyone else in the room seemed to be watching intently.

“Fuck, Stew; what’s going to happen next?”

“How the hell should I know, Janelle?” But I noticed he was starting to fuck me a little harder.

I got the impression something was definitely going to happen soon. But I didn’t know what. A moment later I jerked with a start the moment the black haired woman stabbed big-tits in the stomach… “FUCK, Stew! She just stabbed her in the gut!!”

There was an audible gasp in the room as everyone leaned forward. Big-tits grabbed the hands of her friend holding the knife. Then she slowly began to pull the dagger up her belly as though she was deliberately helping to gut herself!

I gasped again as I stared in astonishment. Stew understandably began fucking me harder. Was he really getting off on this?? I found it both horrific and arousing as hell.

Together the bitches dragged that dagger up big-tit’s stomach until it suddenly split open. I swear her intestines started spilling out. Then she seemed to stagger as…

Fucking hell! Was she cumming?? It looked like she was cumming!

I told Stew to fuck me harder, but he had already picked up the pace. That bitch with the opened belly looked like she was really orgasming. The other girl looked like she was helping hold her upright.

Were we watching a “death by dagger” show in that conference room? I couldn’t believe it! I reached down to furiously finger my cunt as Stew fucked my ass harder, the two of us gasping and murmuring our shock.

The black haired bitch suddenly withdrew the dagger. With one sharp slash she cut the neck of big-tits. The poor woman’s eyes flew open as the one who cut her was abruptly bathed in her blood spewing out of her severed neck.

For a moment she was still being held upright as she gurgled for her next breath. Her windpipe and a major artery must have been severed. A moment later the girl let big-tits crumple naked to the floor, writhing and spasming as she jerked in her death throes. I swear she was cumming the entire time. Hell, I think both of them were cumming!

I felt an erotic jolt as it swelled inside me. I screamed for Stew to fuck me really hard. But he was already ramming my ass with his cock.

I furiously fingered my clit as I cried out in orgasm. That’s when I felt Stew’s cock explode in my ass. A moment later big-tit’s eyes glazed over as she shuddered hard.

Stray muscles fired as she went into her final death twitches. There was a ton of blood covering the stage where she lay bleeding out. Then applause broke out in the conference room before one of the businessmen declared, “Thank you, Dorita. And thank you Lucille for volunteering to be tonight’s main dish for us here at the Club.”

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Mother-sister competition 2 (graphic) 4.3 (21)

Posted on September 6, 2017 by riwa

Note: I realized I had not posted part two of this kinky competition. This section has some graphic parts. I just want to warn you. Some might enjoy it while others not so much.

“Ready for dessert, honey?” Alison asked me sweetly. Her speech was slurred, but she still seemed somewhat in control of her faculties.

“Well I got an idea for dessert!” Evelick grinned. “How about one more game?”

“Haven’t you had enough, mom?” Alison gasped in frustration. “After all, you just sucked your son’s cock and licked your daughter’s cunt.”

“And I loved every fucking minute of it, baby girl!” Ron’s mom drunkenly responded. “But now I gotta pee. I’d love to pee in that slutty mouth of yours, honey.”

“Mom, you’re drunk!”

“I’m not so think as you drunk I am.” Then she laughed at her mistake. “Well, I’m not too drunk to play cards, honey. I can beat you drunk or sober.”

“So when Riwa and I win, I take it I get to pee in your mouth, mom?”

“You mean ‘if you win’, don’t you honey? And that’s a pretty big ‘if’.”

“Then I think Riwa and I should both get to pee in your mouth when we win. How does that sound?”

“Bring it on, honey. You’re such a slut.”

“I’m a slut, mom?? You’re the one who sucked your son’s dick!”

“And he loved every minute of it; didn’t you, honey?”

“Damn right I did, mom!” Ron responded happily.

“That’s it!” Alison said disgustedly. “I think a filthy mouth like yours deserves to be peed in! Somebody deal the damn cards!” I couldn’t help thinking this was starting to get out of hand.

The next game was astonishingly short. Ron and his mom never stood a chance as the cards seemed stacked against them. When Alison played her last card, she crowed triumphantly.

“We WIN!” Then she eyed her mother disgustedly.

“On your back, you fucking whore! Your daughter’s really got to pee!”

Evelick looked at her for a moment. Then she surprised me by getting onto the floor and opening her mouth. “Damn!” Ron gasped in amazement. “Mom’s really gonna DO IT!”

“Why not, honey?” she asked drunkenly. “You should always pay your bets.” Then she looked up at her daughter as Alison got into position.

Instead of peeing in her mom’s mouth, Alison peed all over her while calling her a filthy whore. But amazingly her mother acted like it was quite all right as she urged her daughter to pee all over her.

Then it was my turn. I didn’t realize how bad I had to go. “Uh… I really gotta go,” I warned hesitantly.

“Well then go ahead, baby!” Alison urged me. “Pee all over the fucking slut’s face! Let her rip, baby!” Even her mom seemed eager for me to pee all over her.

I really had to go, so I just pointed and then allowed it to flow. It splattered all over Evelick’s face. Alison egged me on, telling me to pee all over her mom and to coat her with my piss. Amazingly, Evelick egged me on by encouraging me, the kinky bitch!

What I didn’t expect was Alison demanding her mother to lick up the pee up off the floor. I thought it would be humiliating as hell. Amazingly she licked up every drop!

We took a break from playing cards for a bite of dessert. We had the cake Alison’s mom had made. It was quite good, and it was served with hot coffee, something I figured everyone could use including both drunken females.

I saw something in Evelick’s eyes. I got the impression she wasn’t through trying to get back at her daughter, especially after being pissed on and then being made to lick it up off the floor. “Anyone up for another game?” she asked as she poured everyone some wine.

Alison looked at her mother and thought about it for a second. Then she got this big grin. “What, honey?” her mom asked curiously.

“I was just thinking,” Alison mused. “How about another bet? If you lose, you get a whipping. I would love to see Riwa whip that ass and those tits of yours, mom!”

“And if we win, Ron gets to whip you?” Alison smiled and nodded.

“Deal the cards, honey,” Evelick excitedly told her son. “After we win I’m going to enjoy watching you whip your sister.” Damn! Now this was really getting kinky!

Ron was more than a little excited about the possibility of whipping Alison. His card play was what I could only describe as “inspired”. When it was over Alison and I had lost.

“Time for your whipping!” Evelick gasped with delight. I was surprised Alison went willingly. We took her down to their basement where her mom tied her off with her arms outstretched before Ron whipped her ass and backside. I was forced to watch helplessly as his mother egged him on while my hard cock stiffened with arousal.

Evelick saw my situation and immediately knelt right in front of me. “Does Ron whipping your fiancé make you hard, baby?” she cooed at me. “Here… let me kiss it and make it all better.” Then she slowly took me deep into her mouth. When Ron asked her what he should do with his sister, she paused long enough to suggest whipping her tits before taking my cock back into her mouth.

“Mom, you BITCH!” Alison cried out as Ron turned her around. Then he began brutally flogging her tits.

Alison screamed, but that only made my cock twitch and spasm. “Shut up and take it like a gracious loser, honey!” her mom said with a smile before eagerly gobbling me down. Alison yelled at Ron to take it easy. But he was clearly enjoying himself.

I couldn’t help it, and I finally came in Evelick’s mouth while watching poor Alison get a severe tit-whipping. She was finally let go before we all went back upstairs. Her body had red welts all over her. I could tell she was itching for revenge.

“How about another game, mom?” she said. It came out as more of a demand than anything else.

“Haven’t you had enough, baby?”

“It’s simple, mom.” “I gotta get you back after what you put me through. And you sucked my fiancé’s cock! Have you no shame??”

“Honey, I simply didn’t want him to hurt himself.” her mother giggled drunkenly. “He had a bad case of blue balls. You know that’s not good for a man.”

“Wanna put your money where your mouth is, you fucking whore? You’re such a cunt; you know that, mom?”

“No more than you are, honey,” her mother said, giggling over at me. “But ok… we can play another game. What do you want your brother to do to you when you lose again?”

“Oh, NO!” Alison stated firmly. “We’re not losing this time, mom! And I’m not telling you what’s going to happen! You’ll have to lose to find out!”

“Oh? You want it to be a surprise? I like surprises! Does that mean I get to think of something to do to you when you lose?”

“We’re not going to lose, mom!”

“We’ll just see about that, honey.” Then she turned in my direction.

“Deal the cards for us; would you, baby? While you’re dealing, I’ll be thinking of something particularly juicy to do to my daughter once she loses.”

I was thinking about putting a stop to the whole thing when Ron grabbed my arm and shook his head. In an instant I could see what he was thinking. With both women losing their inhibitions with all the drinking and gamesmanship, it was only a matter of time before something seriously sexual happened… or maybe something even worse.

The game seesawed back and forth before Alison and I finally came out on top. “YEAH!” she gasped triumphantly. Then she turned toward her brother.

“Ron, go fetch every clothespin we have, ok? And while you’re at it, get mom a red ball-gag! I don’t want the slut saying another word!” I found myself getting really curious as to what my fiancé had in mind.

She looked at Evelick and pointed at the floor. “On your back, mom! You’ve got this coming!”

Evelick dutifully stretched out on her back, never one to shy away from a debt she owed. A moment later Ron returned with a red ball-gag and a bowl full of clothespins. This was going to be interesting.

Alison started by stuffing the gag into her mother’s mouth before tying the woman’s wrists down above her head so she couldn’t move. Then she began clamping clothespins one by one onto her mother’s tits. Each time another one went on, Evelick whimpered in pain until Alison had used every last one, leaving her mom looking like a pincushion.

That wasn’t the half of it. Alison instructed her mother to play the next game just like that. She released her wrists and watched as her mom got up and dutifully settled into her chair.

Amazingly she seemed ready to play cards again: gag, clothespins and all. What surprised me even more was the way she and Ron actually won the next game despite the pain she was in. Alison was crushed, and she sat there stunned.

Ron and I eagerly waited to see what would happen next as Evelick calmly got up out of her chair and left the room. We heard her painful cries from the back of the house. I could only assume she was removing clothespins.

She returned with a huge black dildo which she gave to her daughter. “I think you ought to give the boys a show, honey,” she said calmly. “So I want you to fuck yourself with this.”

At first Alison was a little indignant… that is, until she saw our lustful expressions. That seemed to change her mind. The opportunity to show off to us must have overridden any embarrassment.

“I’ll show you how to put on a show!” she declared as she got on her back. Then she slid the dildo into her pussy. It was huge, and it really stretched her as she took it.

“Now fuck it, honey!” her mom encouraged. “Fuck that big black cock! Fuck it like you mean it! Make yourself cum for us, baby! We all want to watch you cum! Rub that clit of yours and get off for us, baby!”

Alison really got into it as we all cheered her on. Maybe she liked the attention, or maybe she wanted to be more of a whore than her mother. At any rate she furiously rubbed herself until she had a shuddering climax. We were all visibly impressed.

Alison slowly pulled it out, but her mother smiled wickedly at her. “Oh, you’re not done, honey,” she said ominously. “There’s just one more thing you gotta do first.”

“What’s that?” Alison wanted to know.

“We want to watch you fuck your ass with it!”

“MOM??”

“What’s the matter, honey? A slut like you can’t get it in, not even for your fiancé? Your mom sure as hell could. Give that thing to me and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“No; I’ll do it!” Alison said grudgingly, unwilling to let her mom get one up on her at anything. First she got on her hands and knees. Then she began pushing it into her anus. She winced as her anal ring started to give, and she whimpered in pain as she slowly slid it inside.

“Now fuck yourself with it,” her mom told her. “Show your fiancé the kind of whore he’s getting.”

Alison thrust it in and out, whimpering how big it was. But once she saw how our cocks were standing at attention, she actually started throwing herself into it. Grabbing on tight she looked lustfully at Ron and I before really fucking her shit-hole.

Her mom thought that was the hottest thing she’d ever seen her daughter do. She sat and fingered herself to orgasm while we all watched. “I guess that’s it,” Evelick finally said, appearing satisfied.

“Not so fast, mom,” Alison replied when she had finished and had gently pulled the dildo out. “Now I think it’s my turn to do something to you.”

“Do what?”

“Turn the boys on even more. This is for Ron and Riwa, right? Now it’s my turn to have YOU do something. Or are you afraid it might hurt a little.”

“I can take anything you can dish out, honey.”

“Then get on your back, mom!”

Amazingly her mother did as she was told. Then Alison smiled before closing her hand into a fist and showing it to the two of us. She smiled knowingly as Ron gasped, “Oh fuck; yeah!!” I just nodded my head agreeably, too astonished to speak.

Evelick got this wide-eyed look on her face as her daughter pushed her fist against her cunt. It slowly gave way until we all watched incredulously as it went further and further inside. Alison’s mom was reduced to blubbering.

Her daughter started thrusting harder and harder. But when Evelick saw how hard our cocks had become, she went crazy with sexual lust as she gasped, “Fuck – fuck – FUCK! Do it harder, honey! Ohmygawd; I’m gonna cum! Fist your slut-whore mother! Fuck; make it hurt!” Alison just grinned at us from ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Evelick had a screaming orgasm. But Alison brutally fisted her mom until the poor thing had two more. Then she pulled her fist out as the two women looked at us, panting heavily for breath. Ron and I were both sporting serious erections.

“Honey, I think we’ve forgotten someone,” Evelick said remorsefully. Alison looked at her mother and then looked at us before nodding.

“Sorry guys,” she said apologetically. “I guess we got a little carried away.”

“Yes,” her mom added, appearing equally regretful. “How can we make it up to you boys?”

Ron wasn’t about to let this one slide. “Well, sis; you can start by sucking my cock. If you can fist mom and enjoy it, you can sure as hell can suck your brother’s cock.” Then he laid out on the floor as he added, “Mom, you can help her if you want.”

Alison looked like she was more than willing. She told her brother she was going to give him her best blowjob ever. Then she started right in, taking him deep down her throat. Ron moaned while I was left watching a hot incestuous scene with mother, daughter and brother.

Alison sucked him like a pro. It wasn’t long until he began shooting into her mouth, crying out his release. “Don’t swallow!” her mom eagerly told her. “Give it to me when you’re done, honey! Let’s share it.”

Alison nodded as she sucked her brother clean. Then her mother eagerly laid out on her back as she leaned over her. Ron and I watched in awe as Ron’s cum came out of Alison’s mouth in one big glob.

Evelick eagerly took it into her mouth, waiting until her daughter had given it all to her. Then she gulped it down. “Fuck, yeah!” Ron gasped. “Mom, that was so hot!” I couldn’t believe what I had seen, and it left me with a serious hard-on.

“Now it’s Riwa’s turn, honey,” Evelick told her daughter. “On your hands and knees, baby! Let’s let him give you a good fuck, ok?”

Alison eagerly got on her knees as her mom knelt next to her, checking her ass. “Bring that bad boy over here, baby,” she told me, slapping her daughter’s ass. “This sexy whore has a hole made just for you. Bring it on over, ok? Fuck this bitch’s cunt, baby! Fuck her hard!”

I hesitantly stepped over, my cock hard and throbbing. Evelick just grabbed it and started shoving it into her daughter’s hole. “C’mon, now… don’t go easy on her! Fuck her hard, baby; she wants to be a whore for you!”

I fucked Alison hard as her mom knelt there and watched me the whole time. But she was still pretty drunk. I think I got her all hot and bothered because she suddenly stopped me.

First she made her daughter get up. Then she laid on her tummy and told her daughter to lay on top of her. “Fuck us both, Riwa!” she gasped eagerly. “Gawd, baby; just pick the slut you want! Take turns, baby! Gawd; just fuck the shit out of the two of us!”

I couldn’t believe I was fucking both mother and daughter! But there I was, thrusting into Evelick and then pulling out and pumping into her daughter who was also my fiancé. I finally couldn’t stand it any longer as I cried out, “I’M CUMMING!” before filling Alison’s cunt with my spunk.

I should’ve known their competitive streak wasn’t going to end there. “I WANT IT!” Evelick cried out as she crawled out from underneath Alison. Then she buried her face in her daughter’s muff and proceeded to slurp it out, nearly causing Alison to orgasm from her tongue.

“It’s MINE!” Alison protested. “You already got yours, mom! Give it to me!”

“Oh, all right,” her mother grumped.

Her daughter eagerly turned over onto her back. Her mom leaned over her head and opened her mouth. This time it was my spunk that dribbled out of Evelick’s mouth into Alison’s eagerly gaping maw.

She enthusiastically swallowed every drop. “Gawd; that’s hot, mom!” Ron exclaimed. His mother turned and beamed at him.

Both ladies sat up and turned toward me, totally unashamed at their barren nakedness. Obviously their alcohol consumption had totally destroyed any inhibitions they might have had. “Ok, honey,” Alison slurred. “Who’s the better fuck?”

“Hunh?” I didn’t know what would be the safest answer.

“Yes, baby; please tell us!” her mother added. “Who has the best cunt? I mean I’m sure it’s probably obvious that maturity beats youth here!”

Alison was not impressed with that remark. “Mom, just because you’re a whore doesn’t make you a good one! Now who was the best fuck, honey? It was me, right?”

“Doesn’t anyone want my opinion?” Ron asked, his cock having hardened right back up as he pointed it at them.

“Just the opinion we need!” Evelick gasped brightly. “Bring it on over here, son. Let your mother give you the fucking of your life!”

Alison was shocked. “MOM?? You incestuous COW!” It was funny the way she said it, because the very next words out of her mouth were “Ron, get on over here and fuck me instead!”

“Now who’s the incestuous bitch?” her mother wanted to know. But Alison was adamant; she wanted her brother’s cock. Ron wasted no time rushing over to his sister.

“If you’re going to get your brother off, you can damn well get me off too!” Evelick stated firmly. “Get on your hands and knees, baby girl!” Alison did as she was told.

“Now fuck your sister hard, honey,” Evelick told her son. “This incestuous little whore wants it. So I damn well think you ought to give it to her.”

Ron slid into his sister’s dripping pussy and started pounding it hard. As she grunted, her mother grabbed her by a handful of hair and pulled her forward. “Lick me out, baby girl. Let’s see if that tongue of yours is any good.”

“I can lick pussy better than you, bitch,” Alison proclaimed. Then she buried her face into her mother’s muff and started licking.

It was a scene I could never imagine I would get to witness when I first came over. Ron was pounding his sister with Evelick egging him on as Alison licked her mother’s pussy. My cock got nice and hard again as I watched it all.

“That’s enough!” Ron’s mom called out. “It’s my turn to ride that cock now, baby girl! You’ve had your fun already!”

“But MOM?!”

“No ‘BUTS’, honey!” her mother stated. Then she looked over at her son. “Honey, why don’t you get on the floor for your dear, sweet mother.”

“Ok, mom!” Ron gasped eagerly.

I watched as Ron lay on the floor on his back. His mother climbed on top and slowly eased his cock into her dripping snatch. Then she told her daughter to sit on Ron’s face and make her brother eat her out.

Once more I found myself watching something so utterly astonishing – so incredibly erotic – that I never in my wildest dreams thought I would witness it. Evelick gasped and moaned, encouraging her son to fuck the shit out of her. Meanwhile Alison moaned as she looked at me, telling me what Ron was doing to her and asking me if I was enjoying what I was watching.
All three of them came at nearly the same time. When Evelick climbed off her son, Ron’s cum leaked out of her well-fucked pussy. Alison eagerly sucked it all out and swallowed without being asked. Then as Ron walked over to me, both women looked at us expectantly. “So who’s the best?” his mother wanted to know.

Ron looked at me and winked as though secretly trying to get me to string the evening along. “Gee, mom; I’m not sure,” he admitted, acting hesitant. “You’re both really good, but it’s kinda hard to tell. I guess if you count how tight you are. then I’d say Alison wins that one because your pussy is a little loose.”

“Is that true?” Evelick asked me, disappointment in her voice.

“Well…” I hesitated, not wanting to admit to anything.

“We’re going to settle this once and for all!” Evelick demanded. “It’s not just the pussy that matters, right? Other holes are important too! Now get over here, Riwa, and fuck your mother-in-law-to-be’s ass!”

I couldn’t believe it, and my heart thumped loudly in my chest. I was certainly glad I hadn’t drank that much, because I really wanted to remember this night. I went over and she bent over and helped guide me in before she started rocking back against me.

“Fuck me!” Evelick gasped deliriously. “Fuck me hard!”

“Are you sure?” I asked carefully.

“Absolutely! I want you to know what kind of a mother-in-law you’re getting. I’m a much better fuck than that slutty daughter of mine. Give it to me like you mean it!”

I started ramming her hard until she started to gasp. Her ass was much tighter than her pussy had been. She was very enthusiastic, eagerly begging me to fuck her.

If this was indeed a competition between her and her daughter, she was doing her damnedest to gain ground on the woman I was planning on marrying. Then I heard Alison call out my name. “See what you’re missing, baby?” That’s when I turned to look.

Alison was riding her brother’s cock, and it was jammed up her ass. He was telling her how tight she felt and what a good fuck she was. But she was looking over at me, giving me a slutty smile.

“Gawd, he’s really giving it to me, baby! But you know it’s your cock I love up my ass; right?”

Her mom turned and saw her daughter taunting her, and the race was on. Both women went nuts acting like the sluttiest of whores. Alison allowed her own brother to fuck her in the ass like it was no big deal at all.

Meanwhile, her mom called herself a filthy, fucking whore as she told me to brutalize her shit-hole. Ron and I came as both women got off with mammoth orgasms. But I doubted they would remember anything in the morning.

Both women wanted to switch partners and be fucked again. Evelick wanted her son to know just what kind of an ass-whore she was. Alison wanted me to appreciate her nice, tight little hole. But Ron and I needed a bit of a break. Besides, I could see the wheels turning in his mind.

“I don’t know, mom,” he said thoughtfully. “You took the clothespins like a trooper. But sis looked so hot when I whipped her.”

Alison beamed as her mother fumed. “And baby,” I told my bride to be. “You were great with that huge dildo. But your mother really acted like a filthy whore when you fisted her. She came hard, and it was hot to watch. So I’m still not really sure who’s the best.”

Her mother smiled triumphantly from the compliment. Alison turned and glared at her. “You want a hot bondage scene?” Alison finally asked in challenge. “Then you GOT it!”

“Oh, this I’ve got to see!” her mother laughed. Both women were still pretty much hammered. But they refused to stop.

Alison grabbed Ron and took him downstairs, telling me to wait until he came back up to get us. Evelick took the time to kiss me all over. She told me how sexy I was and that maybe we could get together from time to time to really satisfy my sexual needs, needs she wasn’t sure her daughter could provide.

Ron came back upstairs about 20 minutes later to announce Alison was ready. So the three of us went down. When we rounded the corner I saw her tied up on some sort of wooden box.

Rope severely cut through her pussy, and there was some sort of suction on her tits. There was also a gag through her mouth. “Go ahead, buddy,” Ron waved at me. “She wants you to enjoy yourself. Make her suffer.”

Evelick was not to be outdone. She told her son to come upstairs with her and help set her up as well. I could not believe how competitive they were.

I went over and pulled on the ropes, making Alison cry out in agony. But she had this look as if to say, “Do it again, baby! Get yourself off on my suffering! That cow upstairs has nothing on me!”

I yanked a few more times on the ropes. She screamed in agony through her gag. Then Ron came back down, strangely wearing a black shirt.

“Mom’s ready for us,” he said with a huge grin. “Gawd; this is getting good!” Then he whispered into my ear so that Alison couldn’t hear… “Damn, buddy! If this keeps up they might just snuff themselves for us!”

He helped me untie Alison from her bondage. Then she pressed up against me, kissing me deeply. I could still taste alcohol on her breath.

“Was it good for you?” she asked lustfully. “Will I win this one?” So I suggested, “Let’s go up and see what your mother has to offer.”

“Do we have to? Stay down here with me, Riwa! Tell me I’m the best; ok?”

“Well, you’re pretty damn close,” I admitted as I smiled at her. She beamed back at me before kissing me again.

We went upstairs to find her mother tied with her arms behind her back. There was a blindfold on her face and some rope coming down helping keep her on her feet. There was some sort of scarf or something dangling around her neck.

“Watch this?” Ron said with a grin. Then he walked over to his mother.

He grabbed the scarf and pulled it. “Shall I snuff you, mom?” he asked ominously, reaching out and grabbing her tit. “Shall I strangle the life out of you?”

“Gawd, yes!” she gasped. “Do it, honey! Snuff your own mother for your pleasure! Snuff me like the worthless whore I am!”

I stared in utter shock as Ron grinned at me. Amazingly he had his mother right where he wanted her. Alison looked at Ron in surprise… and then at her mother. Then she looked down and saw how hard my cock was seeing her mother like that.

At that moment I think Alison in her alcohol induced stupor actually thought she was going to lose to her mother. That was something she just could not accept. “NO!” she cried out. “We were doing bondage! Now it’s my turn again! If anyone’s going to be snuffed first, it’s going to be ME!”

She turned to me where she literally started begging me. I could see the pleading look in her eyes. “Hang me first, honey! You always get hard when you see hanging pictures. Hang me instead of that old cow. You know my tits bounce better than her saggy knockers. I want you to get off snuffing me. Let’s do it now!”

“No!” Evelick called out. “Snuff me now, Ron! I’m already set up! Do it, honey; you know you want to! I want you to enjoy snuffing your own mother! I’m the best snuff-slut in this house, and everybody knows it!”

“Mom, you slut! Snuff me instead, Riwa! I’ll give you the best snuff of your life!” I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t heard it myself.

Ron just grinned at me. Then he turned and started untying his mother. “Fair is fair, mom. I suppose sis should go first since it’s her turn again.”

Alison cried out triumphantly as Ron freed his mother. She walked over, picked up someone’s half-filled glass of wine and drained it in one gulp. Then she smiled happily as she exclaimed, “I get to go first!”

We all went downstairs where Ron set up a noose over an exposed length of iron pipe. Alison was giddy with excitement. I don’t think she had a single clue what was really going to happen. As far as she was concerned she and her mom were still trying to one-up each other.

Ron had Alison step up on a stool. Then he noosed his sister. Both his cock and mine were straining visibly. I could tell Alison was taking our visible erections as an extreme compliment when she smiled at her mother as if to say, “Fuck you, bitch! They’re turned on seeing me getting ready to hang!”

“Now I want you both to fuck me as I hang,” she told us, looking defiantly at her mother. “This is going to be the best hanging EVER!”

“Anything you say, sis,” Ron replied enthusiastically. “Any last words?” That’s when he lifted his foot and placed it up against the stool.

“I WIN!” was all she said happily. Then he kicked it away.

Alison gawked and gurgled, the rope taking her full weight as her face started to turn red. She started to kick up a storm while Ron and I admired her dance. Then she swung softly. That’s when we both stepped forward, knowing time was short.

Her mom didn’t look pleased as we stepped forward to give her daughter a flying fuck. I slipped behind Alison and slowly slid into her ass as her brother found her cunt. She had just enough energy left to wrap her legs around him, using him to lift herself up enough to get a little more air.

She must have found some energy because she began fucking her brother’s hard cock. She gasped and gurgled, making delicious wet noises as we fucked her together. “You’re definitely winning now, honey,” I encouraged as I reached around to grope her tits from behind.

That seemed to give her a burst of energy hearing me say that. She started grunting and riding Ron a little harder. That’s when he gasped, “Gawd, buddy; you should feel her cunt spasming around my cock!”

“Oh, yeah? Well her tight ass is doing incredible things to my cock back here!” Then I pinched her nipples as I savagely mauled her tits. Alison shuddered, and I like to think it was because she appreciated the attention I was giving her breasts.

Standing off to one side, her mother scowled unhappily. Her daughter was obviously winning the competition to see who was the best slut/whore/snuff. I could tell it wasn’t setting very well with her. I could only imagine the things she might ask us to do to her next, perhaps to help her come out on top?

It wasn’t long until Ron cried out as he rammed his cock hard inside his sister, filling her cunt with his spunk. A moment later I erupted into her ass. Alison gawked and gurgled as we fucked her hard. I could tell the noose was taking her life away little by little.

Ron and I both pulled out, allowing Alison to sway softly. “Let the slut hang!” her mother stated. We all watched as Alison’s life ebbed away.

Evelick suddenly noticed cum dripping out of her daughter’s holes. It was as if she’d forgotten her duties or something… “SHIT!”

She got down on her knees as best she could in her intoxicated condition. Then she began licking her daughter’s muff in an attempt to get as much of her son’s cum as she could. I though I saw Alison shudder as though her body was going through one last orgasm.

Her chest heaved, but she was unable to draw another breath into her lungs. At that moment it was as though reality set in at what she’d done to herself. But it was much too late. The next thing we heard was a death rattle that came up from somewhere inside her. Then the life flicked out of her eyes as she hung limp except for the occasional muscle twitch.

Her mom was licking cum out of her pussy when I heard Alison start to piss herself. Evelick never slowed down as she dutifully licked that up as well. Maybe she was too drunk to notice, or maybe she didn’t care.

Maybe she was much too turned on by it all. Maybe she believed it was a part of her winning the competition. All I know is that she licked up every drop. Then she went around back and began licking out her dead daughter’s ass, making sure not to miss any cum from that hole either.

Ron and I were utterly astonished at what we were watching. Then Evelick finally got up and gave her daughter a push. Alison lifelessly swayed back and forth.

“Fuckin’ whore!” Ron’s mom muttered at her daughter. “Ok – ok; so she gave us a half-decent hanging.” Then she looked at the two of us.

“You boys really get off on that?”

Ron never once hesitated. “Absolutely, mom! I’ve always wanted to snuff sis! Deep down so did Riwa. She was a hot fuck and a great snuff-slut!” Then he paused before quietly adding, “That’s gonna be pretty hard to beat, mom.”

“Well, boys; I think I can top that. Wait right here.”

We watched as she stumbled up the stairs. Ron and I looked at each other in confusion, wondering what she had in mind. But I could tell he was hoping we were going to get to snuff his mother.

She came back down five minutes later with a metal bucket and another stool. In the bucket was a large butcher knife. She placed the stool down under an adjacent pipe and then handed me the bucket. Then she told us, “I want you boys to snuff me in the most painful way imaginable.”

I looked at her in surprise. Ron had this huge grin on his face. She looked like she wasn’t kidding!

“Boys, I’m serious.” She told Ron, “Honey, I want you to fuck my ass as I hang.” Then she looked me right in the eye.

“Riwa, I want you to take that knife and gut me. Fuck my belly, baby! Then reach in and pull out my guts and dump them in the bucket! I’d say that should beat my dead whore daughter!”

Ron incredulously asked, “Are you sure, mom?”

“Damn straight, honey!”

“Fucking hell!” Ron gasped. “I can’t think of anything hotter! Mom, I’d say you win by a fucking mile!”

His mother grinned from ear to ear. Then she turned to her dangling dead daughter. “Hear that, honey? I’m going to WIN!”

She gave my dead fiancé a triumphant shove. Alison swung back and forth again. I saw cum or urine drip off her big toe onto the floor.

Evelick stepped up onto the stool before Ron tied her arms behind her back. Then he brought the noose down over her neck. She gasped and shivered excitedly, especially when I placed the bucket right in front of her.

She eagerly told me, “I want you to gut me while I’m still alive, baby! I want both you boys to get off on this. Make it one that will blow your sister’s hanging away, son. Make it one for the history books!”

“No problem, mom!” Ron gasped excitedly.

He tightened the noose around her neck. Then he savagely groped her tits. “Time to die, mom!” he gasped excitedly.

I could see her pussy was wet with excitement. “Do it!” she exclaimed eagerly. “Do it now, boys!” Then Ron kicked the stool out from under her.

We let her swing back and forth for a couple of minutes. Then Ron stepped behind her and steadied her. “Here it comes, mom!” he gasped as he savagely thrust into her ass.

She jerked as her eyes flew open wide. I murmured, “Fuck; that’s hot!” When she heard that she got this happy expression on her face as her son started to give her a good hard butt-fucking.

I gave her a couple more minutes. By that time I could tell by the look in her eyes she was begging for the knife. I adjusted the bucket closer before pulling the knife out, brandishing it in front of her so she could see it… “Here it comes, whore!”

Sweat dripped down off her face as I plunged the blade into her stomach just below her rib cage. She gawked and gurgled as I began fucking her with it. Ron egged me on as his mother jerked from the pain of the noose and the blade, telling me to gut her like a fish. I told him she was one kinky whore and that she’d definitely won as I gutted her all the way down to her clit.

She was still gurgling and jerking around when I reached in and started pulling her guts out. They spilled into the bucket with a noticeable plop. I swear she shuddered from an orgasm, although at that moment I could tell by the look in her eyes she was in pure agony.

I reached inside and felt around the warmth of her insides, pulling out more guts and other organs. I left her heart and lungs as she still needed those for the few moments she had left. Then I stuck my fist into her pussy, shoving hard and upward.

“You win,” I told her with a smile. “You’re the kinkiest, most filthiest whore I’ve ever come across. You were willing to allow us to snuff your own daughter… and now you’re letting us snuff your worthless ass? What a fucking whore!”

Ron drove his cock up hard into her ass. She gawked again as her eyes flew open wide. Together we ruthlessly fucked her, him with his cock up her ass and me with my fist up her cunt.

“Snuff her, Ron,” I urged him. “Snuff her now!” That’s when he grabbed onto her shoulders.

He pulled down hard. There was a “GAWK” and then a loud “CRICK”. Immediately she went limp in the noose.

Ron roared as he shot his load up her filthy shit-hole. A moment later my hard cock went off as I spewed my load into the opening to her stomach. Then we both pulled out and looked in amazement at what we’d accomplished… mother and daughter hanging side by side like sides of beef, especially the side of beef that was his mother as she hung gutted.

“Damn, Riwa; I need a drink!”

“Me too, Ron.” Then we both went upstairs to wet our whistles, leaving mother and daughter to hang together…

(Pictures found on the net and captioned for illustration purposes only.)

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Late for work 1.3 (3)

Posted on August 30, 2017 by riwa

Author’s note: This is a story I wrote 12 years ago when I was first working on underwater/drowning stories. A fan discovered my writings and asked me to do a task-oriented story where the female gets herself into trouble. So this is what I came up with. It is largely intact and unedited from the original version so you can see how my writing style has evolved over the years.

Late for work

Jennifer found a spot to park and got out of her vehicle. She retrieved her towel, lunch sack and cell phone, locked the car, stuffed the keys in her pants pocket and headed off to her favorite swimming hole. It was nestled in a wooded part of the city, just off the river.

She had decided to come here in an attempt to wake up. A nice invigorating swim was just what she needed to shake the lethargy out of her eyes before she went to work. For the umpteenth time, she promised herself that she wouldn’t party so late on a Sunday night.

She followed the winding path, turned left and headed off toward the trees that ringed the perimeter of the pond. She was looking forward to a good swim and a little healthy flirting if there were any cute guys present. That was one thing she couldn’t be sure of on this Monday afternoon, although it was early summer.

Jen arrived at her favorite spot. For the moment it was deserted. No one was jumping off the big tree into the pond today, although it was still early… just a little after noon.

She set her belongings on the towel and stripped off her work clothes, revealing a dark red bikini that matched her dark red hair. She set everything in a bundle and headed down to the water’s edge. Since it dropped off so quickly, she dove right into the water and swam under the surface, allowing the coolness of the pond to awaken her.

She surfaced, took a breath and jack-knifed and headed for the tree at the bottom. She came up to a branch, wrapped her legs around it and pressed herself against it. She held her watch in front of her face, allowed twenty seconds go by, then released the branch and surfaced.

That felt good…

After twenty minutes of uninterrupted swimming, she felt the first warning pangs of hunger. Reluctantly she swam to the shore, got out of the water, spread out her towel, sat down on it and started on her salad and diet coke.

She watched as a couple of boys showed up and dropped their belongings nearby. They looked to be around 14 or 15. They gawked at her before they headed to the tree. She smiled at them and then went back to her salad as they started jumping off the higher branches into the pond.

After lunch, Jen watched them for a few minutes… felt her lethargy threaten to return. ‘I’ve really got to stop staying up so late on Sunday night,’ she thought. Maybe jumping off the tree with them would give her the adrenaline rush she needed to get her through the rest of the afternoon so she could put in some quality hours at the restaurant.

“Can I jump with you?”

“S – sure,” one of them stuttered. The other one elbowed him, unable to believe their good fortune. Wait until they told the gang back at the neighborhood about the red-haired red-bikinied babe they’d spent the afternoon with.

She climbed half-way up so as not to intimidate them and jumped off, hitting the pond with a refreshing splash. She swam underwater for a short distance, then surfaced and headed back to the shore as first one, and then the other, leaped in after her.

This went on for about 45 minutes. Then she decided that a quick nap would top off her visit to the pond. She excused herself from the two wild-eyed teenagers, spread her towel out on the ground and stretched herself out upon it, giving the boys the opportunity to stare shamelessly at her bikini as she napped…

—–

It took four rings before her cell phone jolted her awake. She picked it up and looked at the number…

It was the restaurant. Why were they calling…?

“Hello.”

“I thought you were coming in early today to help the new girl?”

“Early?” She looked at her watch.

It was 3:30…

“Oh shit… I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson. I lost track of the time.”

“You do this every Monday, Jennifer. You’re becoming unreliable.”

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Johnson…”

“You partied again last night, didn’t you!” the voice declared.

“Uh… yeah… kinda…” she replied a little sheepishly. ‘Shit!’ she thought. ‘I’ve REALLY got to stop partying on Sunday night!’

“No more,” the voice stated. “If you’re late one more time, Jennifer, I’m replacing you. That includes today. Be here at four o’clock. If you show up at 4:01, don’t even bother coming in the door.” The line went dead.

‘He’s really pissed,’ she thought fearfully. ‘I better get out of here.’

She checked her watch again as she started pulling her pants on. ‘If I leave now, I can make it with a few minutes to spare.’

She patted her pocket… did NOT feel the reassuring bulge of her car keys. She shoved her hands into both pockets.

Empty.

She looked at the two young men. They were smiling at her, as though they knew something she didn’t.

“You didn’t take my keys, did you?” she growled at them.

“Do you know somebody named Sylvia and Monica?” one of them asked her as he picked up his stuff.

“Sylvia and MONIQUE?” she asked with a growing sense of dread.

“Yeah.”

“How do YOU know them?” ‘Oh god,’ she thought worriedly. ‘They didn’t… did they?’

“They came by to see you, but you were sleeping so they took your keys and…”

“They DIDN’T!” Jen cried out in horror.

“Yeah, they did…” the other replied, “… right out there…” He pointed out to the middle of the pond where the large sunken tree was. “They said you guys do that to each other all the time. They told us not to breathe a word until you woke up.”

“SHIT!” she exclaimed. This was NOT the time to play dive-and-find-your-car-keys. “I don’t suppose you could drive me to work, could you?”

“Sorry. We walked. Besides, we can’t drive yet!”

She was screwed. Sylvia and Monique meant well, but this time their little game was gonna get her ass fired unless she could find her keys in one hell of a hurry.

She scrambled to get out of her pants and headed down to the water. It was a good thing she’d gotten that bright orange day-glo key ring a month ago. This was the third time they’d tossed her keys into this very pond.

“You want our help?” one of the boys called out to her.

“No!” Jen replied as she dove into the water.

“Ok.” The two teenagers started toward home, leaving Jen to search for her car keys alone.

The frantic redhead swam out along the bottom, praying that she’d find them quickly. She had to maneuver around large branches, roots and trunks. On any other day, she’d enjoy a good game of find-your-keys…

She surfaced, swam out a little farther, took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the bottom…

‘Please, let me find them quickly – please, let me find them quickly… why did they have to walk by the park today… I shouldn’t have taken that nap… please, let me find them quickly…’

Frustrated, she surfaced and gasped for breath. They could be anywhere out here. Damnit, they shouldn’t be THAT hard to spot. She took a deep breath, jack-knifed again… dove for the bottom…

She looked around the big tree trunk…

FOUND ‘EM!

They lay majestically on a patch of muddy bottom, underneath several crisscrossing branches. She made a beeline for them, but was stopped short by a couple of branches that blocked her path. She swam in from another angle, gained a few inches, but was still short. She moved to another opening, felt the burn in her chest as she stretched her arm toward them…

‘Damnit, I’m so close…’

She felt a convulsion in her chest and headed back to the surface in frustration. She broke the water and gasped in an attempt to catch her breath.

She checked her watch. If she could get them in her next dive, put on her clothes over her wet swimsuit, run like hell for the car, drive ten miles over the speed limit through town without getting caught… she might barely make it.

She was convinced. No more Sunday night parties! She took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the tree.

She found a large opening between two branches and worked her way through it. She found another opening which led her toward the tree…THERE THEY WERE. She would need to slip past two branches and work her way around. She’d be proud of her ability to get to them if she wasn’t in such a damn hurry.

She wedged herself past a crisscross pattern, reached out and snagged them triumphantly. She’d have to tell Sylvia and Monique about this. She’d never retrieved her keys from underneath the tree before.

She managed to turn herself around in the enclosed space… headed back the way she had come… there was the crisscross…

She burbled her way through as the burn in her lungs increased… slipped under a branch and moved forward…

She reached a point that looked unfamiliar. She tried to squeeze through the narrow opening… couldn’t quite get through…

Don’t panic… You just missed a branch, that’s all. They all tend to look alike down here… just go back and find the opening you came through…

She worked her way back, burbled out some air to alleviate the growing fire in her lungs.

Work past those branches there… just got to… squeeze through… and now left… no right… it’s that opening over there…

She wedged herself through another small opening, lost another burst of air. She felt fear rise in her throat, fought to keep it down. Panic would only get her killed.

There… through that opening… ‘burble’… then over to that big spot and out…

What the hell…?

She was back under the main body of the tree where she’d first retrieved her keys.

Too confusing… let’s try the other direction… ‘burble’…

She felt a convulsion in her chest that DEMANDED her immediate attention…

Through this opening here… shit, it’s too small… back up and go through that one over there…

The next chest convulsion was even more painful. It nearly caused her to inhale. Her cheeks bulged as she fought to hold her air in.

There… through that opening and up… damnit, it’s too small… back up and over to that one…

Air suddenly burst out of her body. Instinctively she grabbed her mouth and nose as her lungs convulsed inside her in an attempt to get oxygen…

She worked her way back to the place she’d found her keys…

Inhaled…

She convulsed as her body attempted to repel the water sucked into the lungs. She coughed, snorted water into her nose, which caused her to pull in another lungful of water through her mouth.

She began jerking spasmodically as she clawed at the crisscrossing limbs in a feeble effort to escape her cage of trunk and branches.

She cried out, only no sound came forth… just a small burble of air…

She convulsed painfully, spasmed as her body weakened. She made a last feeble attempt to swipe away the branches that lay across her path…

The rest of her air burbled up and away. She floated on her back up against the limbs of the big tree. She stared up at the surface… dimly realized that she was going to be late for work…

Then her eyes glazed over…

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Victor’s Guillotine 3 4.4 (25)

Posted on August 24, 2017 by riwa

I was tempted to stay and watch Victoria with Louisa. But it was early with the guillotine as I had just ridden it first. Besides, I wanted a good, stiff drink to steady my nerves.

Dorothy could tell I needed something. “C’mon, love,” she said as she grabbed my arm. “I know just what you need.” And with that we left the ladies to have their guillotine fun as we headed upstairs.

James followed us up as we went to the main floor. Dorothy led us over to a wetbar. A nice looking woman named Lorraine who might have been Victor’s wife was there to fix something for us.

Dottie ordered something for me she told me she liked that usually settled her nerves. Lorraine promptly fixed the same drink for all three of us. I took a gulp and felt the warmth of the refreshing concoction go right through me.

It did seem to make me feel better. Then Dorothy’s husband smiled as he asked, “So tell me, Julie. How did you like your first ride in the guillotine?”

“It was… I was… I guess I don’t know how to answer that, James. I was scared… excited… terrified… aroused… I don’t know. I sure was wet and embarrassed the way I was licked and fingered. But watching that timer tick on the wall in front of me was bloody unsettling, even though I was the first one to use it. I kept thinking, ‘I have to ride this for five minutes?? What if the blade comes down early? What if I lose my head?’ “

Dorothy chuckled at me as she took another sip of her drink. “Helluva rush, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t think I ever want to do that again, Dorothy. I don’t know how you do it. I mean, the orgasm was intense as hell. Yet I could feel this massive surge of terror ripple through me as though I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“So you’re never going to ride it again; is that it?” James looked at me dubiously as though he wasn’t sure he believed me.

“Oh hell no! Never in a million… well, never in a thousand… I can’t imagine I’d ever…” I paused as I thought about it before quietly murmuring, “Oh bloody hell.”

“She’s going to ride it again, James! I can see it in her eyes!”

He laughed at his wife’s reaction. I stared at her incredulously. “Dorothy?? Are you bloody crazy?”

“I can tell, love. You hesitated while you were talking about it. You’re already thinking about riding it again, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m bloody hell not!”

“Hah!” Then she held her glass in a toast to her husband as she declared, “Here’s to watching Julie riding the guillotine again before we go home.”

James responded by making a toast of his own. “Here’s to me wondering if my blushing bride will still have her head attached when we leave.” Dorothy just got this faraway look in her eyes before hastily downing the rest of her drink.

We wandered around meeting people before getting a little bite to eat. We saw Victoria and Louisa had returned to the main floor. She loudly told Victor he wouldn’t be cooking Louisa right now, but he might get another shot later in the afternoon. That generated some laughter and applause.

It was a very informal get-together. People milled around visiting with each other. I could hear some of his guests talking sports and politics. But those were topics I had no interest in. My mind was on that bloody machine set up down in the basement.

I saw Dorothy start to get all fidgety. Then she looped her arm through her husband’s. “Wanna go downstairs for some guillotine roulette, love?”

“Are you trying to make me a widow? Or are you simply interested in seeing if Victor can fix me a special plate of your sweet ass medium rare?”

“You’ll never know unless we go on down and give it a whirl, love. Besides, your cock gets so hard when you’re fucking me in the guillotine. Deep down I think you want to feel what my body will do once the blade drops.”

There was something in her eyes that made me think she was itching to go back down and try it out. “How about you, love?” she asked me with a knowing smile. “Care to give it another go?”

“I’m not sure,” I stammered nervously.

Thing of it is: I was actually giving it some thought. But I had no one to fuck me. And I didn’t want to ask Dorothy if I could borrow her husband once I got the nerve.

“Let’s go see who’s riding the guillotine,” she told me with a smile as she grabbed my arm. I could tell she was becoming rather breathless about the whole thing. I didn’t think she was going to be satisfied until she had a go at it.

I looked at James who just shook his head good-naturedly. I wasn’t sure I would have been so accepting of risking my spouse for a game of guillotine roulette. But I could certainly understand what Dottie saw in taking the crazy chance.

We made our way downstairs, only to hear voices drifting up from the basement. It sounded like there were people down in his guillotine room. Would James and Dottie have an audience when they took their turn?

When we got down there I saw 4 couples. One was using the machine while the others cheered them on. Some were dressed and some were naked.

The first thing I did was glance at the time on that monitor on the wall. It read 58:14… 58:15… 58:16. They were almost an hour into the two hour limit Victor had built into the damned thing.

A couple who must have been in their late forties or early fifties were standing there naked. Both looked like they were really tanned except for white outlines around her B-cup breasts and highlighting both their crotches, hers showing a bit of a bush. His cock was hard and she was absentmindedly stroking it.

There was an older couple standing there still dressed. He had a short, white beard and she had short, dark permed hair that was greying in spots. They hadn’t undressed, although I could tell he had a bulge. Did that mean they were going to use it soon? Or were they just enjoying the show?

I saw a naked young couple standing there watching. He had a long, thick cock that was noticeably hard. She had blonde hair that came down past her shoulders, and was almost a head shorter than her companion. She too was stroking his cock as they watched, with him reaching around her back to grope one of her large boobs.

Using the guillotine was a couple who looked to be in their early 40’s. She had short, dark blonde hair and was strapped in as her partner fucked her from behind. He had a receding hairline and was giving it to her good.

The early fifties couple saw us walk up. The female remarked, “It looks like Dorothy and James have arrived for a turn. You’ll have to wait until Ken and Sybil are done using it, love!” They smiled knowingly at us as though already assuming Dottie was going for a ride.

Dorothy looked excitedly at the couple in the guillotine. I’m not sure if it mattered if she was in it or whether it was someone else. Her reaction seemed to be the same: one of lustful excitement. As for James, I noticed he was already sporting a bulge.

Ken was really giving it to Sybil while she lay strapped down to the guillotine. They didn’t seem to mind some of the couples were naked while watching them. The early fifties couple caught my questioning look and smiled.

“I’m Joyce and this is my husband Warren. We’ve already had our turn. The Wylie’s are in it now, and the Sampson’s are thinking about going next. Isn’t that right?” she called over to them.

The naked young blonde smiled at us. “We might let Dottie go next. That will increase the risk and excitement for us if we wait. I’m Rita and this is my boyfriend Jeff. As you can tell…” and she pulled on his hard, thick manhood “…he’s really enjoying the show.”

I saw the timer on the wall pass the one hour mark. If anything it made Sybil gasp with excitement. She let out a cry of “Ohmygawd; I’m cumming!” as her husband rammed her hard.

She let out an orgasmic scream as he thrust hard into her pussy. I couldn’t believe I was watching her orgasm right there on the guillotine with others looking on. It made me blush… and yet I was terribly aroused.

He pulled out of her cunt, and I saw a little cream leak out of her pussy onto the bench. Joyce reached over and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 1:02:47.

“Gawd, that was incredible!” Sybil gasped in the guillotine. “Every time I ride this bloody thing it just keeps getting better and better!”

“One of these days that blade’s going to fall,” her husband reminded her as he helped unstrap her. “What are we going to tell our kids then?”

“I guess you’ll just have to get them a new mum,” she panted. “This bloody thing’s addictive!”

When he helped her to her feet I saw moisture on the bench. The wife of the older, clothed couple smiled as she took a rag and wiped it down. “We’re Esther and Melvin Ryerson,” she told me. “I’m still working up the nerve to go for a ride.”

“You should definitely try it out!” Sybil gasped. I know she had just come off the thing with her head still intact and her body alive in orgasm. But what if that didn’t work out for the next couple??

“You’re next,” Melvin told the younger Sampsons. His wife looked admiringly at Jeff’s thick cock as though she was eager to watch him fuck his girlfriend with it.

“Shall we let Dottie go first?” she told her boyfriend. “We can let her go first if you want.”

“Oh no,” Dorothy waved at them. “You two can go next if you want. I’m willing to wait.” Was she really that willing to delay and risk a greater chance of losing her head?

“Dorothy always has such loud, lovely orgasms,” Joyce observed. “She can go next if she wants.” Then she gave a sly wink as she added, “Maybe this time James will get lucky.”

I was wondering how long this indecision was going to go on. James made the decision when he started helping undress his wife. “C’mon, love. Might as well go now. This may be your big moment, although it’s certainly nothing to lose your head over.”

Everyone had a good laugh at that as they both got undressed. I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious still being in my sundress. At least the older Ryersons were still fully clothed.

James cock sprung free as he dropped his briefs. Dorothy sat on the bench and gave him a few sucks to get him harder. I couldn’t believe she was blowing him right there in front of everyone!

She smiled at me as she said, “Guess I’d better do this now as I might not get another chance to taste him if my head comes off.” I could tell she was both nervous and excited. She almost looked like she was starting to become a little hesitant.

She finally stopped sucking him before laying herself out flat on the bench on her stomach. Her legs hung off the end, bent at the knees just like Sybil previously. Joyce and Sybil helped James strap her down. Then Joyce reached over for the latch as she smiled at Dorothy’s husband…

“Ready when you are, James.”

He nodded as he thrust into Dottie’s wet pussy. Joyce pulled the latch down, locking the lunette. Once more the timer on the wall began ticking.

“Oh bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped as her husband started shafting her. The women cheered her on while the guys watched and whistled appreciatively. Every cock was hard watching her get fucked in the guillotine.

I became breathless as I watched. My knickers were getting wet under my sundress. I couldn’t believe I was watching Dorothy and James fuck naked in the guillotine right in front of me! And I couldn’t believe I was actually considering going for a ride myself!!

The timer passed the 1:05:00 mark. James fucked her nice and slow as though he was taking his time. She gasped and moaned, her eyes glued to the timer in front of her.

“Gawd; look at her!” Sybil gasped appreciatively. “She really loves it!”

Ken smiled as he replied, “Maybe Victor will get a chance to roast her up if the blade falls.” James just smiled at them as Dottie gasped and whimpered.

They passed their five minutes in the guillotine and kept right on fucking. Dorothy became more and more excited as though she was about to go nuts. Then James rammed her really hard.

She screamed his name in orgasm as she shuddered hard while he pumped her full of his seed. I stared at the blade, watching in awe as I wondered if this might be the moment it might come plummeting down. Then James slowly pulled out, panting for breath.

I saw a little spunk leak out of her pussy onto the bench. This time it was Sybil who stepped up and popped the latch to the lunette. The clock stopped at 1:09:13

“Bloody hell that looked good!” young Rita gasped.

“Dottie always puts on a show,” Joyce replied with a smile. “That one looked like it was bloody good!”

James unstrapped her as Sybil helped pull the lunette up off her neck. Dorothy’s eyes were glazed over. A moment later she shivered as though she’d just endured an aftershock.

“Bloody hell, love!” she panted at her husband as she sat on the bench. She took his cock and sucked it clean while sitting there trying to compose herself. Then she got up from the bench on wobbly legs.

“Now that’s a lovely bird who enjoys riding the guillotine,” Melvin observed. He looked at his wife and asked, “So what do you think?”

“Maybe,” she panted, clutching her chest from the excitement of it all.

“I guess we’re next,” Rita told everyone with a smile. Esther quickly wiped off the bench with the rag, making sure she got all of James dripping cream. Then Rita took a seat.

She pulled Jeff to her and took his hardened member deep down her throat. I wondered if maybe she was showing off a little. Then she gasped as she took him out of her mouth, telling him, “Just in case that’s the last time I get to blow you, baby.”

She willingly sprawled out face down onto the bench. Jeff and a couple ladies helped strap her down to expedite the process. Then Joyce got ready to secure the latch that would start the timer.

“Ready for the ride of your life?” she asked Rita, patting her on the head. “Bloody hell; I’m so jealous of that cock of his!”

“You should be,” Rita chuckled. Then she gasped as Jeff pushed it all the way inside her. At the same time Joyce latched the lunette, triggering the timer.

She let out a cry of “Gawd, that feels good!” Then he started thrusting in and out as the timer resumed its mission. For some reason I felt a strange shudder of anticipation.

It happened so fast it caught us all off guard. One moment we were watching Rita get fucked by her boyfriend. The next the blade came down with a whoosh, bottoming out with a loud thump. Rita’s head just disappeared into the wicker basket below as blood started pouring out of her severed neck. The timer had stopped at 1:10:51, barely a minute and a half in.

We all jumped with an “AAUUGGHH!” the moment the blade fell. Jeff cried out, “BLOODY HELL!” as his girlfriend’s headless body started hitching and jerking around on the bench. Dorothy let out an orgasmic cry… and then promptly fainted dead away. After all, had she delayed, that would now be her lying there without that pretty head on her shoulders…

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Update – Riwas Reads and Patreon 0 (0)

Posted on August 21, 2017 by riwa

My products to UWFetish are slowly being restored. In order to meet the requirements of the processing company, certain words and phrases had to be edited. It is taking time to restore products. In the meantime some are back up, so you can go check to see what has been relisted and might interest you. Sorry for the inconvenience

My Patreon page is coming along. I am preparing rewards for September. They are listed below…

Chapter two of the Team Discipline story.

Chapter two of the Club story Vanessa’s Education.

A JustPaul illustrated story titled Lust has no Pride.

An underwater story with picture illustrations.

The beginning of a series of drowning shorts inspired by pictures I’ve found. I’m calling these Consensual Drowning from Arlene to Zoe.

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 2 4.3 (14)

Posted on August 18, 2017 by riwa

I think I scared him over wanting to go to the club because Stewart backed things off. For a couple days we didn’t even fuck… and he certainly didn’t hang me out in the garage. I didn’t want to pressure him or anything. But the fantasies remained strong… and my desire for orgasms even stronger.

One night I just had to experience what it was like to feel the noose around my neck again. Maybe it was because mom was up fucking another boy-toy in the master bedroom. Boy, were they loud! It made me horny as fuck!

I went off to locate Stew, hoping I could entice him to string me up in the garage. But he was masturbating alone in his bedroom. I felt bad he didn’t want to fuck me, so I left him alone.

I went off to the garage to play with myself. I stripped out of my clothes before stringing up the rope. Then I made a noose which I looped around my throat without using the strap to protect my skin.

I was feeling a little sorry for myself… or maybe I was really horny. Anyway I ran the other end through my crotch. Then I pulled on the free end through my pussy lips as I tried to apply some weight to the noose around my neck.

The rope dug into my cunt, which gave me wonderful pain and pleasure. But it wasn’t quite what I was looking for. I wanted more.

I paused and looked all around for a way to carefully hang myself. I was so horny that I wanted my breath to be cut off as I dangled a little. But I needed a way to get myself up into the air.

Daddy had a small tool box that looked sturdy enough to stand on. So I dragged it directly under the noose. Then I got the strap for my neck because I wanted to make things last longer.

I probably shouldn’t have, but I tied off one end of the rope, measuring the length of the noose hanging in the air. I carefully stepped up on daddy’s tool box and slipped my head through. I had to stretch up on my toes and pull it down around my neck, but I made it.

I had a little coil of rope in my hand which I used to try tying my hands behind my back. I wanted to feel that bondage experience while I was up in the air. It was awkward, and I nearly slipped off the tool box. But the thought of accidentally hanging myself for real was an incredible turn-on.

The noose wasn’t too tight yet, but it did give me a nice, choked feeling. I experimented by bending my knees a few times to put more pressure on the rope around my throat. I was a little unsteady; I was dripping wet; and the urge to just let go and hang myself was almost overwhelming.

The door to the garage suddenly opened. It startled me so much I lost my footing on the toolbox. I tried to get it back, but I couldn’t.

My breath was partially cut off as my toes fluttered six inches off the floor. Stew came over to me as I dangled right there in front of him. I was scared, but I was also so damned turned on knowing he was right there watching me. I decided if I didn’t make it at least he would have a good memory to jack off to.

The noose tightened more as I kicked a little. It got harder to breathe as my arms jerked around behind my back. My body wanted to free itself, but I couldn’t work that damned rope off my wrists.

Stew walked up to me and stood there for a moment. Then he pulled down his pants and briefs. He had a massive erection.

He had this look in his eyes as he stepped forward. I stretched my legs out and pulled him to me, impaling myself on his shaft. I think I wanted air more than I wanted to fuck him.

I was able to relieve the strain around my neck. Stew felt incredible filling me like that. Then I found myself wondering if he was fed up with me and whether or not he was going to give me a flying fuck before simply letting me hang.

Fuck; that did it! My pussy clenched around his cock inside me as I shuddered hard in orgasm. He didn’t have to do anything; my breathless, aching body did all the work.

I rode that 8 inch dick of his as the noose threatened to cut off my breath entirely. He just looked at me as though he couldn’t decide what to do with me. I heard him murmur, “I should let you hang for this!” Then he grabbed me and pulled me downward, increasing the strain around my neck.

“Should I leave you here, Janelle? Maybe I should let mom and dad find you out here. Or would you rather hang right in front of them as they watch you die.”

I gurgled as his cock went off inside me. That set me off again as I climaxed all over his dick. Then he slowly stepped away until I lost him with my legs.

I swung back and forth, my toes frantically fluttering for the floor that now seemed so far away. I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. My hands jerked feebly behind my back, but by the time I got them loose I knew it was going to be too late.

For a moment I thought for sure he was going to let me hang. The idea both terrified and thrilled me. Then he went over and pulled the knot in the rope I’d set.

I came crashing down none too gentle. Then he came over to me, shaking his head. “That wasn’t very smart, Janelle.”

“I know,” I admitted with a raspy voice as he removed the noose and untied my wrists. “But I heard mom fucking… and you were masturbating and… and you didn’t want me and… and I was so fucking horny for the noose that I…”

“It’s not that I didn’t want you, sis. It’s just that I don’t want to… uh…” That’s when I saw it in his eyes.

“You want to hang me; don’t you, Stew.”

“No, Janelle. It’s just that I don’t, uh… want to lose control and, uh…”

“But you do want to lose control, don’t you, Stew. You want to hang me, don’t you.” That’s when he lowered his head in shame.

“I want you to fuck me, Stew. Then I want you to hang me.”

He looked at me and then lowered his head again. I rubbed my neck as it was just a little sore. “Ok, Stew. Tonight I’ll settle for just the fuck. How about that?”

He looked at me for a long moment. Then he gathered me up in his arms. I felt an erotic thrill as he carried me off to his bedroom.

I was pretty sure I was going to get it good. The idea of being roughly fucked by my brother made me horny as hell. My hanging could wait for another day…

—

He couldn’t talk me out of it. But deep down I think he wanted to watch me hang. Besides, I caught him more than once looking at that club website on the computer.

I suspected daddy looked at it too. The thought of him and Stew watching me hang to death on the Entertainment stage gave me a double thrill. Once I even imagined mom joining them to watch me. The mental image of the whole family watching me kick my life away made me wet as hell.

Occasionally we talked about when we were going to go to the club. He asked again about what mom and dad might think. I told him it got me hot imagining them watching me hang to death. But they were probably going to have to watch it on a video of the Club’s Greatest Hangings.

We pooled our resources and discovered we had more than enough to get inside. He told me we could always pick out a girl in line to take inside. I think he was wondering if we hung another girl maybe that would satisfy me.

I laughed as I told him that was always a possibility. Seeing another hanging would be a real turn-on. But I told him I knew he wanted to hang me and that I didn’t expect to make it out alive so he’d better start planning for that.

We weren’t sure when we were going to go. But fate made the decision for us. Actually, I think it was our parents who were the deciding factor.

Friday morning Daddy announced he had a business trip that was going to keep him away for the whole weekend. Mom gave him a knowing look, but said nothing. Stew and I suspected he had a hot slut he was going to be fucking while he was away.

That afternoon I overheard her placing a call. I recognized the name she used over the phone. She was calling in her favorite boy-toy for the weekend. That meant they were going to be fucking for hours.

I found Stew and told him I’d just heard mom on the phone and who she had coming over later. He looked at me as though he knew what would be going on between them over the weekend. Then he gave me this funny look as he quietly murmured, “Dad’s out of town… and tonight mom will be fucking for hours. Hmmm.”

I got those butterflies in my stomach as my face flushed with excitement. He was trying his best not to let it show. But I could tell he was thinking tonight might be a good night to hang me.

I got wet like you wouldn’t believe. Then this look of guilt spread across his face as he looked down at his feet. I almost got the shakes as I told him, “Let’s do it tonight, ok? I want to hang for you, Stew! I want to hang for you so fucking bad!”

He reluctantly agreed. Then he told me he was going to the bank to make a withdrawal. I told him I’d go through my closet to find something appropriate to wear.

I started going through my clothes, looking for something that would get my brother all excited about hanging me. I had something in mind that I’d seen mom wearing. That’s when it occurred to me I should probably go check out her clothes.

I went upstairs and started rummaging around through her things as we’re pretty much the same size. Mom came upstairs, caught me going through her stuff, and asked what I was up to. I smiled as I told her I had a date that night and wanted to wear something really slutty.

“How slutty, honey?”

I almost told her, “Sluttier than you, mom.” Instead I told her I wanted to wear something that would make all the guys lust after me.

She didn’t even bat an eye. She went through her closet until she found a pair of black fishnet stockings. She also located a black garter along with a pair of black heels for me to wear.

“How slutty, honey?” she asked again as she paused during her search and looked at me. “Are you hoping to get fucked?”

“Big time, mom,” I replied with a grin. I didn’t tell her I planned on the noose fucking me to death after riding my brother’s cock.

She went back into the closet and pulled out a skimpy black thong. I’m not sure what it was good for since a hole was cut into it to reveal everything. She tossed it at me, and I happily accepted it.

She went back into her closet and looked around. Then she pulled out a sheer black wrap with sleeves. It covered the chest and stomach, but it didn’t do a very good job of hiding anything since it was almost see-through.

How’s that?” she asked as she tossed it to me.

“Mom, that’s perfect!” Then I spotted a black, metal studded collar lying on the floor.

“How about that?” I asked, pointing at it. She looked where I was pointing, reached down and picked it up. “Going for the entire look, honey?”

“I sure am, mom.”

She smiled as she handed it to me. “Let me have a look at you before you go, honey. I want to see how hot my daughter looks before she goes out tonight and gets some.”

“Thanks, mom!”

She seemed so proud. If only she knew. Hell, maybe deep down she suspected my intentions and wanted to make sure I looked right before my big debut up onstage.

I went downstairs and put everything on. It really made me wet when I saw myself in the mirror. I couldn’t wait for Stew to get home and see me.

Traffic must have been bad because Stew was delayed getting back. The doorbell rang so I went to open it while wearing what mom had picked out. You should have seen the look on Brad’s face as mom’s boy-toy gawked at me… “Uh, hi Janelle. You look, uh… uh…”

Mom came rushing up to the door to answer it. She wasn’t dressed much better than I. Apparently she wanted to look slutty for him.

“Brad, is that – holy shit, honey!”

“Like it, mom? I think Brad does.” Then I turned in place to model it for them.

She looked at me and then at Brad. He seemed flustered, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants how hard he’d become. “You’re going out just like that, honey?”

“Yeah, mom. It’s ok, isn’t it? It’s no worse than what you’re wearing for Brad, right?”

“You like my daughter’s attire, Brad?”

“Yeah, Tamara; I sure do. I hope you don’t mind.” Then he paused before hastily adding, “But you look sexy too.”

“Are you turned on, Brad?”

“Yeah, Tamara; I sure am.”

“You like turning him on, honey?”

“Yeah, mom; I do.” By then I was wet as hell.

“Then take it out.”

“Take what out, mom?”

“Take his cock out, honey. You turned him on… now you’ve got to do something about it.”

Brad and I both looked at her in astonishment. But I was so horny I rushed to pull him free of his confinement. I knelt as I opened his pants and unzipped his fly.

His dick was thick as Stewarts, and almost as long. I hear mom tell me, “Suck it, honey!” But I had already taken it into my mouth.

I gobbled him all the way down, deep-throating it right in front of mother. I don’t know if I was showing off to make her jealous or what. She came up to me and smiled as she gasped, “You can take it all the way down your throat?? Good girl!”

She pushed on the back of my head to make me suck it. She told me what a good slut I was and how some cock out there was going to get lucky tonight. Brad groaned as he told us he already knew one cock that was feeling extremely lucky.

To my shock mother got down on her knees right next to me. She took his balls into her mouth as I deep throated him. Then we both went up and down the length of his shaft together with our mouths.

We took turns sucking him until he gasped as he started to thrust. “I’d recognize that anywhere; he’s going to cum, honey.” Then she took him out of my mouth and told him to coat my face.

He started to spurt, giving me three good helpings before mom aimed his dick at her face. He gave her a couple more until we both had cum on our faces. She finished him off by taking him into her mouth and sucking the rest of his cream out of his balls.

Afterwards she told me to lick her face clean and swallow it all. I licked all the cum off her face, feeling wet as hell. Then mom returned the favor by licking my face off, swallowing everything she got.

“Have a good evening, honey,” she told me as she grabbed her boy-toy’s hand. “C’mon, Brad. Watching my daughter suck your cock has really gotten me horny.” Then they headed off through the house until I heard them thumping up the stairs to the master bedroom.

At that moment the door opened and Stew walked in. He stopped and stared at me as his jaw dropped to the floor. He finally blurted out, “Damn, sis; that’s hot!”

I blushed as I giggled, feeling the heat of arousal flush through me. Then he asked, “Did mom see you like that?”

“Yeah, Stew; she just did… and so did Brad.”

“Brad saw you like that, Janelle??”

“You’ll never believe what just happened, Stew.” Then I gave him a grin as though I’d recently done something extremely naughty…

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