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Posted on June 27, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming July rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates and of Jaime and her husband watching the Club fundraiser.
Gianna wants to become a member of Pi Omicron Ro Nu and must submit to sexual asphyxiation.
Ophelia goes for a boat ride, suspecting she might have to “swim” back to shore.
Three women (including twins) go for a naked swim in a dive pool where it soon becomes two against one.
And who knows what else.

May stories/rewards will fall off at the end of June to make room for July rewards. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

The Glass Tub Chronicles (plus bonus) (6-5-18)

11516 – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new story illustrated with JustPaul renders plus a bonus story recently edited with the addition of nearly 700 words.

The Glass Tub Chronicles – Glass tubs have been recently installed in a handful of bungalows in Miami. If they could talk, these are a couple of erotic tales they might tell about a honeymooning couple and a marine biologist with his date. (18 pages; 15 illustrations)


Daydreaming – This was originally written as a story idea for an Aquatapes clip. She is in the pool daydreaming, getting off to erotic thoughts of what might happen if things went a little too far between her and her man at the bottom of the pool. (11 pages)

Robyn and Holly 2 (plus bonus) (6-16-18)

11879 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of stories for your reading enjoyment. Two of them are older stories recently edited. But I included a new story I recently finished.

Robyn and Holly 2 – Holly is taken away by ambulance and survives her ordeal. She begins to conspire with Emma to do something to Robyn to get back at her. But when Robyn becomes paranoid, will Emma find herself taking a swim in the filtration tank? (11 pages)

You do mine and I’ll do yours – Jack and Dave decide to get rid of their troublesome wives by taking them out on a boat and disposing of them while in scuba gear, each one doing the other’s wife. (7 pages)

The beach blowjob queen – Miriam has been sucking a lot of cocks that don’t belong to her. Karene decides to teach her a lesson by burying her in sand up to her neck and then making her suck the cock of every male there. But will she leave her behind when the tide starts to come in? (8 pages)

Team Discipline 4 (plus bonus) (6-25-18)

11480 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to a couple of older stories, a wet/dry mix that also features your favorite club in action.

Team Discipline 4 – The conclusion. Erin and Craig must hold their breath during a long synchro routine. But when they are on the verge of finally being released, they are dropped once more into the deep end. Will Erin take advantage of the situation with Craig when she gets the chance? (12 pages)

Vanessa’s Education 4 – The conclusion. Vanessa is put into the water tank onstage. Jim is given a remote that controls the flow, teasing her with it while insisting she put on an erotic show for everyone. But will he choose to fill the tank while she is still in it? (8 pages)

Plus a short, unadvertised bonus “dry” story involving rope around the neck. (4 pages)

Apartment Neighbors (6-25-18) (reactivated 6-25-18)

13666 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a repost of the Apartment Neighbors trilogy, complete with 32 illustrating renders courtesy of JustPaul.

In part 1 she uses her clawfoot bathtub to hold her breath and masturbate while using a playtoy. She also imagines what her apartment neighbor on the other side of the wall might be doing in his bathtub… and what he might do to her if he was with her in her bathroom. (14 pages)

In part 2, after sharing a meal together she invites him to join her in her bathroom for a little dunking, breath-holding fun. (16 pages)

In part 3 she wants to be pushed into some underwater breath-holding oral fun involving some bondage. (12 pages)

 

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Carl the scuba diver 2 3.9 (8)

Posted on June 24, 2018 by riwa

In the end Carl wasn’t sure why the hell he had drowned that stupid realtor. He wanted to blame it on her snotty attitude. But no one deserved to be drowned like that. What’s more, he’d enjoyed it so much that it had sexually turned him on.

How was that possible? How could he be so cruel enjoying drowning a woman like that? And what was it that had made him hump her after drowning her?

He suspected a part of the answer was obvious. His wife had run off with some rich executive, even though he’d been busting his ass to provide a good living. Hell, they had a nice house with a pool out back. But it hadn’t been enough to satisfy her.

Had she really loved him? At one point he’d thought so. But who knew what lurked in the heart of the average woman. Maybe the executive had offered her something he couldn’t, starting with a lifestyle she wanted that he couldn’t afford.

Carl tried not to think about that realtor he’d drowned. The news reports suggested she had taken her clothes off for a swim and had accidentally drowned herself. He hadn’t even been contacted by the authorities. And that was odd.

Had she not kept his name written down anywhere? Had she obliterated all evidence of her communication with him in the hopes of not having a record of their contact? Was she that desperate to wipe him off her books to avoid paying him? So many questions with so few answers.

Carl focused on getting more jobs, trying to keep up the payments on the house. But his scuba gear was starting to show its age. It was in desperate need of an upgrade, but he kept pushing it back due to the costs involved. Maybe it was time to bite the bullet and make the necessary changes before his tank and reg gave out in the middle of a job.

He placed calls to a couple of well publicized dive shops, but those didn’t pan out. Their equipment was expensive, and they wanted their money up front. He was low on funds and needed another job just to pay for the equipment he wanted to upgrade.

He finally placed a call to a lower-end business he knew about. He hadn’t heard great things about them. But he really did need the upgrade. So he decided it wouldn’t hurt to check them out.

He got some woman on the phone who seemed eager for his business. He told her what he was looking for, but that he couldn’t pay her right away. She told him they could work something out and that she would be more than happy to bring the gear out to him.

There was something about her that sounded off to Carl. She really seemed anxious to make a sale. Were they that desperate to push something off on him? It made him leery.

“You don’t have to come out here,” he said warily. “Why don’t I come in and see what you’ve got?”

“No need” was the reply. “I’ll be happy to bring it out. Where do you live?”

He gave her the address, unsure where this was going to lead. “I’ll bring it out tomorrow afternoon,” she replied eagerly. “I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking.” And with that she promptly hung up before he could change his mind.

Carl shook his head; the whole thing felt suspicious. The woman sounded a little too eager for his peace of mind. He just hoped she wouldn’t give him a hard-sell when she arrived.

—

The next day was spent trying to pick up a couple of pool repairs without success. After lunch Carl confined himself to the house until she arrived. He had no idea when she was going to get there. But he wanted to be present when she showed up since she was willing to come out with the equipment.

The afternoon dragged on, and still no representative. He was beginning to get concerned. Maybe he should have insisted on going to the dive shop himself. It was aggravating being forced to spend the entire afternoon waiting for her.

Evening came and she still hadn’t showed. Carl was becoming more frustrated at the loss of an entire afternoon that could have been better spent trying to pick up a pool repair for some extra income. He hoped this woman had something decent to show him to offset the wasted day.

At 7pm he finally heard a knock at the door. He opened it up to see a woman in a black skirt and white blouse. She had a scuba taken in one hand and the hoses draped over her shoulder. She looked like she’d had a long, trying day.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said in a rush as she brushed past him into the house. “I brought a tank and hose out with me. I hope you’re still interested. Would you like to try it out?”

“Uh, yeah,” he replied hesitantly, unsure he was comfortable with her coming in so aggressively like that. “I have a pool out back. Let’s see how it works.”

“Great!” she blurted out as she headed off toward the back of the house to find the door to the backyard. She even shrugged off his efforts to assist her.

“Don’t worry; I’ve got it, sir.” Then she muttered “You have no idea what kind of a day I’ve had” as though she was making an observation without really speaking to him.

She took it out back and set it down by the pool as he stayed inside to change into his trunks. She looked around but did not see his equipment lying around. She loudly called out, “Sir… where’s your scuba gear?”

“It’s out in my truck! I was hoping to pick up a job today! You realize I can’t afford to pay you tonight, right?”

“That’s ok! I think we can work something out!”

He came out in his trunks to see her standing there by the side of the pool. She certainly seemed attractive enough. A quick glance at the gear showed promise.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said as he started hooking up the hoses.

“I promise you’re going to like it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Anyway it seems to be all right so far.”

“Sir, we can make you a really good deal on it if you’re interested. I think you’re going to be happy you called us.”

“Don’t you have to talk to your manager first about making a deal?”

“No, sir,” she replied eagerly. “I’m authorized to give you a good price.”

He eyed her carefully before muttering, “You sure seem eager to make a sale, ma’am.”

“It’s a mixture of the competition and the economy, sir. We’re certainly glad you called us. We’d really like to accommodate your needs if we can.” Then she sighed as she shook her head.

“Something wrong, ma’am?”

“It’s just that I’ve had a long day and I’ve been running myself ragged. I got two cancelations, three pools I had to go check, a drive clear across town that didn’t pan out, and then back over here to see you. I wasn’t even sure I was going to make it. You were a last minute addition to my schedule so I barely remembered your address.”

“Taking the initiative to make a sale, eh?”

“I was running late; I didn’t even put you down on my route. Hell, I don’t think anyone knows I’m out here. I guess I just really wanted to make this sale.”

“Well, I’ll try not to keep you too long.” Then he went and picked up an extra dive mask from a nearby shelf.

He was irritated she’d arrived so late. But she seemed eager to sell him the gear. If it worked ok, he supposed he might be agreeable so long as he could pay her in a couple of days.

“So what do you think? It’s good, right?”

“Seems to be ok so far,” he observed as he finished attaching the hose. Then he hefted it up onto his back and strapped it on.

He tried a few experimental breaths, confirming the regulator was working. It was definitely an upgrade over what was out in his truck. But the biggest test would be getting it into the water. That’s where he would know for sure whether or not it would serve his needs.

“It’s good, isn’t it? You like it, right?” Her hands were on her hips as though she fully expected to convince him to buy the gear.

Carl looked at her for a long moment. That’s when he found himself thinking of that realtor he’d drowned. Amazingly his cock began to stiffen.

He shook the thought out of his head as he got into the water. He swam around, breathing easily from the regulator. She came right up to the edge of the pool, watching excitedly.

He saw her right there, and his cock got even harder as an unbelievable thought struck him. He surfaced, grabbed an arm without thinking, and then jerked her into the pool. She hit the water with a splash. Carl got a good look at her legs and thong underwear as her skirt rode up her body.

She let out a bubbly cry before shooting up to the surface. He didn’t dare let her cry out since he’d committed himself, even though he lived on the outskirts of the city. So Carl wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back under.

She bubbled as she struggled in his grasp. His cock got even harder as she let out a bubbly cry. It felt good pressing his dick up against her as she wriggled and squirmed.

She broke away and shot up to the surface. He cursed himself as he went up and grabbed an ankle. She didn’t get out much of a cry before he pulled her back down.

She bubbled as he held on tight. This time he was determined not to let her go. She kicked and flailed, struggling to break free.

There was a sudden surge of activity as she panicked, thrashing about in his grasp. He held on tight, making sure she couldn’t get free. That’s when her lungs gave out.

He heard the gulp of water. Then she went into spasms. He turned her around and saw the horror in her eyes as her body hitched and convulsed.

She spasmed as she coughed up bubbles. His cock was so hard; he was so turned on. Her convulsions lessened as she gulped one last time. Then she seemed to tire as she went limp in his grasp. That’s when his cock went off in his trunks.

He looked at her closely, examining the look of horror in her eyes. He saw the open mouth, the occasional bubble slipping away. Damn; it was more arousing than the last one he’d drowned!

He peeled the skirt down off her legs. Then he removed the blouse along with the black halter top underneath, revealing her tits. Her nipples were incredibly hard.

He thought about that realtor and the regrets he’d had about not doing more with her drowned body while he had the chance. Now he had another one right here in his grasp. He could do anything he wanted to her since no one even knew she was out here.

He removed the thong before feeling her up. He stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy and discovered she was wet and lubricated. Had her body become aroused in her final moments?

Her mouth was open in such an inviting manner that it gave him an idea. He pulled his trunks off and then pulled her face down to his dick. Then he thrust in and out of her lips as he exhaled heavily. It was an incredible sensation.

He looked at her pussy and considered the matter further. His friend had a boat down at the marina he was welcome to use any time he desired. He could always haul her out to sea and drop her into the depths when he was done with her. So why the hell not?

He pulled her down into his lap, impaling her on his erection. It felt absolutely incredible. She was nice and tight.

Carl bounced her up and down on his dick, enjoying how it felt. She just stared with unseeing eyes as he fucked a couple stray bubbles out of her. The fact he was fucking a drowned woman was even more of a turn-on.

He straightened up, turned her over, and then thrust into her from behind, pounding her while holding onto her hips. The occasional bubble was fucked out of her lungs. It was arousing as hell.

He fucked the yielding corpse in several different positions before ultimately lying her flat on her back at the bottom of the pool. Then he fucked her good and hard until he left a deposit deep inside her. She just stared with lifeless eyes, her hair billowing all around as her head jerked around from his thrusts.

He grasped her in his outstretched hands, admiring her naked body. He sucked on her erect nipples, feeling her up one last time. That’s when he decided it was probably time to dispose of her body, telling himself he’d get rid of her vehicle after he tossed her overboard.

He pulled her out of the water. Then he tossed her and her clothes into a trunk he had in a spare room. He hauled it out to his truck before driving down to the marina after dark.

He made sure no one saw him as he dragged the trunk to his buddy’s boat. Then he drove her out to sea. He weighed her down and then dumped her over the side, mentally thanking her for the fuck and the new gear. He was especially appreciative how much he’d saved by dealing with her personally…

2018 (Written Mar 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the preview pictures from the H2Ogems.com clip “Scuba Rep”. Pictures used for illustration purposes only.)

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Another hanging in the park 4.4 (10)

Posted on June 24, 2018 by riwa

Mabel paused to look at the tree again. She stood there for the longest time, trying to imagine what it must have felt like for Giulia Farnici. After all, the authorities had found her hanging naked from a noose from this very tree.

What had she experienced during those final moments as the rope closed off her throat? What had it felt like? She could only imagine.

Was it suicide as some had speculated? Or was it murder? Mabel suspected the latter. After all, how could the woman have managed to hang herself like that?

She saw a middle-aged man approach with his little black terrier on a leash. She knew him as this was his regular route. She smiled and nodded.

“Good morning, Cyril. Taking Curly out for his walk?”

“You seem to like this spot, Mabel. Didn’t I see you here last week… and the week before?” She lowered her head and blushed.

“What brings you here time after time?”

“I must confess I cannot help thinking about her… about what it must have felt like.”

“Would you like to share your thoughts with me… perhaps over coffee? There’s a peddler on the street I know who makes good coffee.”

“I am a woman of mystery, Cyril. Some secrets I prefer to keep to myself.”

“Then perhaps just the coffee?” he offered with a smile.

She knelt and petted the friendly terrier. As usual the dog seemed happy to see her. “Perhaps for Curly’s sake,” she chuckled pleasantly.

He chivalrously offered his arm. She took it with a smile. Together they walked through the park back to the entrance where they found the peddler offering liquid refreshments.

Over time one stop for coffee led to another… and then another. Then it became shared lunches. From there it was only natural for them to advance to romantic dinners.

–

They had met at the museum of criminal history. Now they occasionally shared breakfast together. “Did you read the paper this morning, Mabel? There was another hanging in the park.”

“Really, Maria? Another hanging?”

The mature woman’s ear’s excitedly perked up at the news. She still had this perverse interest in Giulia’s hanging. Now there had been a second??

“They found her naked, just like the last one. Her clothes have not been found and she is not yet identified. They are wondering if the same individual committed both murders.”

“Unless she committed suicide like the first as some have speculated,” Mabel mused thoughtfully. “But I find that highly unlikely. Were her hands cuffed behind her back like Giulia? Would it not be a challenge to set up a noose, cuff oneself and then hang in midair like that?”

“The paper did not say.” Then Maria eyed her friend carefully.

“How many times have you been to that park to view the scene, Mabel? I know how it fascinates you.” In response the mature woman shrugged her shoulders, blushing before lowering her head.

“That many, eh? What draws you there time after time? Is it an obsession?”

“I cannot say, Maria.”

“Cannot? Or will not?”

Mabel blushed again. Then she looked at her friend as she challenged, “What makes you attend all those horror movies?”

“Touché,” Maria replied with a flush of embarrassment. Then she changed the subject.

“Are you still seeing Cyril?”

“It makes Curly happy.”

“Yes, but does it make you happy?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Have you told him about your fascination with Giulia’s hanging in the park?”

“No I haven’t. But I think he already knows.”

“How soon before you go view the site of the second hanging? Tomorrow perhaps?”

“Why are you so interested in the perverse things that fascinate me?”

“Must I remind you yet again how I’m the town busybody?” They both laughed as they went back to their breakfast.

–

Several days later Mabel stopped by the location of the most recent hanging. The authorities had learned the identity of the second woman. Somehow it made the incident feel more personal knowing the name of the victim.

She found herself wondering what Sophia must have experienced in those final moments hanging naked like that. Had she hanged of her own accord? Or had she been murdered? Mabel strongly suspected the latter, and it filled her with a perverse sense of excitement.

What were her feelings at the moment of being hoisted up? Did she know she was going to die just like Giulia? What must it have felt like?

She saw Cyril approaching with Curly on the leash. The tether was released, the dog barking joyously as it ran up to her. Mabel knelt to pet the eager canine as the owner came up to her with a smile.

“You seem to have a fascination with the park these days, Mabel… especially with certain trees.”

“I cannot help myself. Something keeps drawing me here.”

“Is it the aspect of hanging to death naked for all to see?”

“Yes,” she admitted, blushing as she lowered her head. He chuckled with amusement. But she thought she saw something sinister flash in his eyes… if only for a moment.

–

Their sexual encounters started out innocent enough. But Cyril quickly learned how Mabel wanted more. Their fucking soon became passionate as well as more aggressive.

One night they went out parking. They fucked in the back of his car. For Mabel it was a thrill, being out where anyone might catch them in the act.

Four nights later they were out at night again. They parked at a well-known spot on the overlook. This time Cyril challenged her to go topless.

Some men were known to drive up looking for a suck or a fuck. Cyril dared Mabel to blow the first guy that walked past. The idea gave her such an erotic thrill that she walked up to the first male she saw; kneeling, unzipping his fly and then blowing him right there on the spot.

After swallowing his cum, she and Cyril both climbed into the back of his car where they fucked like rabbits. Mabel experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. She was becoming deeply infatuated with Cyril and the excitement he provided.

–

Several days later Mabel was in the park again. She was looking at the first tree where Giulia had been found. That’s when she heard the happy bark.

She turned to see Curly running up to her, dragging the leash behind. Cyril was only a few meters behind. He smiled as he approached.

“Curly and I thought you would be here,” he said with a smile. He looked all around, noticing they were alone. Then he deliberately unzipped his fly and took out his dick.

Mabel gasped in shock, her heart beating fast. She hesitated for a couple of moments while looking all around. Then she knelt on the grass and began sucking him enthusiastically in broad daylight.

Giving a blowjob out in the open where they could easily be seen – and in that very spot, no less – proved to be quite the thrill. She reached down to rub her crotch as he thrust into her mouth. Curly kept pushing up against her, wanting to be petted. It was so erotic that she had a small orgasm as Cyril filled her mouth with his spunk.

–

Mabel was getting more entangled in his dangerous, thrilling web. This time they went into the park well after dark. What’s more, she was only wearing black lingerie, at great risk of being seen by a passerby.

They paused at the tree where Giulia had hanged to death. Cyril forced her to her knees where he fucked her mouth. Mabel got a healthy load of cum, which she dutifully swallowed.

At first she thought that was all there would be for the night amidst the trees. But he took her deeper into the park to the second tree where Sophia had hanged. That’s where he fucked her from behind while she bent over and grasped the trunk.

For the mature, perverse woman it was such an incredible thrill. The idea of being fucked on the same ground where that woman had hanged to death was intoxicating, if not extremely arousing. The orgasm she experienced was deep and profound.

They safely made it back to his car and then drove all the way back to her place. The sex afterwards was rough and exhilarating. Mabel had never experienced anything like it. It was as though Cyril had invaded her private thoughts and was bringing out all those dark desires she’d never known she had.

–

A week later Cyril challenged her again. This time when he came to get her, she got into his car wearing stockings, heels and nothing else. Mabel’s arousal was off the charts now that she was naked.

They drove out to the park again, causing her mind to swirl from all the erotic possibilities. There was a chill in the night air from the fall weather. But she was all hot and bothered, her crotch damp with growing excitement.

They stopped at the edge of the park and got out. That’s when Cyril bent Mabel over the hood of his vehicle. Then he pulled down his pants and fucked her from behind, right there where they could be seen.

It was a hell of a thrill, especially when a vehicle drove by. It momentarily caught them in the glare of the headlights. A few moments later Cyril pumped her full of his cream as she cried out in orgasm.

He pulled his pants up before leading her deeper into the park. She shivered from the chill. Yet she was aroused beyond belief, wondering what else he had planned for her.

They stopped by the tree where Giulia had hanged. But nothing happened. Then a couple in their 30’s approached.

Mabel gasped in alarm as Cyril called out, “Free suck and fuck from a whore? Free suck and fuck from a whore?” What surprised her was when the couple actually stopped.

“What do you think, Stella?” the man asked.

“That crazy whore. Go ahead and fuck her if you wish, Renaldo.”

Mabel was embarrassed yet terribly aroused as he unzipped his fly. She dutifully knelt and sucked him into full hardness. Then he turned her around and fucked her from behind as she braced herself against the very tree used to take Giulia’s life. The thrill of being fucked by another man in that very spot triggered a massive climax.

Mabel thought that would be the end of their night in the park after he had zipped up and left with his wife. But Cyril walked her deeper into the park to the second tree, the one where Sophia had hanged. Another couple was standing there as though patiently waiting for them.

The mature woman felt an erotic jolt of alarm as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. She was trembling as she dutifully sucked another cock. Then she was fucked from behind for a second time, this time while she also sucked Cyril’s dick. It was quite a thrill being double-penetrated like that, although it was embarrassing as hell.

They started back to the car after the sex was over and she’d received a creamy deposit in both ends. Mabel couldn’t believe the night she’d had. It was definitely one for the books. And she was eager for more once they got back to her place.

They had not yet reached the tree where Giulia had been found when they rounded a corner. Mabel gasped when she saw a different tree with a white noose dangling from it. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Stella and Renaldo standing there waiting.

“Cyril?” she gasped with fright as she clung tighter to him. He just walked her right up to them. She squawked like a frightened bird as the woman calmly noosed her up.

“C-Cyril? Wh-what’s happening??”

“Your fascination with the noose is about to become a reality, darling.” Then he reached out to grope and fondle her breasts, noting how hard her nipples had become.

Mabel inhaled sharply. He was joking, right? Surely he had to be joking! This was just some crazy game, right… merely an erotic yet scary part of exploring her dark fantasies?

She turned at the sound of someone approaching. She saw that second couple coming toward them from out of the dark, the man whom she had recently blown and fucked while his wife had watched. What were they doing here??

Another sound made her turn to look. To her horror she saw Maria approaching from a different direction. Her so-called friend was carrying a set of handcuffs in her gloved hands.

Mabel felt another erotic jolt, her senses telling her something was very wrong. But she was too shocked to react. She felt a flush of embarrassment at her nudity in front of all these people, despite them having watched her fuck right in front of them.

“M-M-Maria?? Wh-wh-what’s going on?”

“We’re hanging you, darling,” she said as though it was plain as day. Then she cuffed Mabel’s hands behind her back. The frightened woman shivered as she promptly wet herself.

Surely this couldn’t be happening, could it? Her mind screamed for her to do something. But the shock was too great for her to react rationally.

Mabel let out a loud “GAWK” as Renaldo and the other man hauled on the loose end of the rope. It pulled her up into the air until her feet fluttered nearly a meter off the ground. That’s when her senses told her this was all too real.

The rope tightened ominously around her throat, severely restricting her ability to breathe. Her legs stretched downward, searching in vain for solid ground. The pain of the constricting noose was not at all what she’d expected.

They were going to take her down, right? Surely they were going to take her down! This had to be Cyril’s idea. Damn her for sharing with him her dark, perverse thoughts about what it must have felt like for those poor women to hang to death.

Mabel’s legs started to kick as they tied their end of the rope to a lower branch. She was shocked to see Maria cozy up to Cyril. The other two couples simply stood there watching as she swung back and forth, twisting and jerking in the noose.

She could feel cum leaking out of her cunt and slithering down her legs. Was this how it had been for Giulia and Sophia? Had they been fucked and hanged just like this?? The papers had not said, and the authorities were being tight-lipped about any additional details.

She heard Renaldo ask the others, “Last one for the year?”

“It’s getting colder,” Cyril observed as he watched Mabel’s lewd dance. “We’ll have to schedule the next one for the following spring.”

“I’ve already met a girl at the museum,” Maria offered. “She’s told me how she’s fascinated by the hangings in the park. I’m sure we’ll be having breakfast together within the next few weeks.”

Mabel was horrified. She was also mortified at the way she could not control herself anymore. She kicked and twisted maniacally, her hands jerking uselessly behind her back.

She felt great shame at the way her body was being displayed naked. She could feel her pussy clenching and flaring as her toes wriggled for the ground below. And the noose was ever-tightening.

It soon got to where she couldn’t get any air down her throat. Her chest heaved as her cunt leaked the cream from her recent sexual activity. She humped involuntarily as the noose strangled an orgasm right out of her dying body. Then she hung limp, too exhausted to fight anymore as she gently swayed back and forth. Her bladder releasing was the final indignity.

The group hung around a few minutes longer to enjoy the spectacle. Then they broke up, each couple heading off in separate directions. Maria went with Cyril back to his car where he took her home and fucked the shit out of her before the lovers made plans for the spring for their next victim…

2018 (Written for LadyML Feb 26 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the illustrating picture I used which I found in her album.)

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My summer with Stan 2 (male themes) 4.3 (6)

Posted on June 18, 2018 by riwa

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I still hung out with Stan. We did a lot of things together. But when it got late at night I found myself sneaking outside and using their hot tub.

I couldn’t get Glenn out of my mind. And I still had mental images of him dunking his older sister. There were times I would wake up in the middle of the night and go take a look to see if they were out in the tub breath-holding or dunking each other.

A couple nights later I found myself unable to sleep after Stan had gone to bed. My mind kept wandering back to that time I’d pushed Glenn down in the bathtub while he was holding his breath. It finally got so bad I had to do something about it.

I snuck outside to the hot tub and dropped my trunks. Then I got into the water. There was a dive mask handy, so I put it on before I sank to the bottom and held my breath, keeping the jets turned off so the sound wouldn’t wake anyone up.

I stroked myself as my mind went back to that night I was holding Glenn down. It was such a turn-on that my cock got nice and hard. But I was interrupted when a set of legs stepped down into the tub with me.

I shot up, flipped the mask off and gasped for breath, only to see Glenn getting into the water with me. He was totally nude, so my eyes were immediately draw to his crotch. It looked like he was starting to get hard.

“So you like holding your breath too; eh, Jeff?” I nodded as my heart beat fast. Instinctively I tried to cover my erection.

He just laughed as he waved dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry about that. You’ve seen mine and now I’ve seen yours. What’s the big deal?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Now it was out in the open. Maybe I wouldn’t have to skulk around so much just to get in a soak and a stroke.

He smiled as he asked, “Want me to hold you down? Go ahead and put the mask back on if you want. Hell, you can even stroke for me if you feel like it.”

I was a little embarrassed when he told me that. Yet I felt a surge of excitement upon learning he didn’t mind my masturbating. Still, I wasn’t quite sure I could do it right in front of him.

I pulled the mask back down over my face. Then I took a deep breath before submerging. I laid out on the bottom on my back, looking up and releasing a few bubbles.

Glenn put a foot in my chest and one on my upper thigh to hold me down as I laid there and held my breath. I looked up questioningly at him. That’s when he looked down and smiled while stroking his cock. So I hesitantly began stroking my own meat.

He leaned over and held his face just above the water as though he wanted to watch. I saw how hard his cock had become while he was stroking. It made me more confident to stroke myself a little more.

I cupped my balls as I tugged on my shaft. Glenn just smiled at me as he masturbated unashamedly. He didn’t seem to care I was watching him while he was watching me.

I pushed my limits until my chest started to heave. I decided I wanted to wait and cum on my second breath hold. But when I tried to rise up, he kept his feet down on me, pinning me to the bottom.

I bubbled as my chest started to heave. Then he let me up a few seconds later. He laughed as I burst up gasping for breath.

“I owed you that for the times you forced me in the bathtub, Jeff.” Then he grinned at me.

“Are you going back down? Or is it my turn now? Do you want to cum first? Or shall I?”

Was he serious? Was he willing to stroke his cock in front of me while holding his breath? For a minute there I didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t know,” I replied nervously. I wanted to cum. But this was a little new to me having him watch me get myself off.

He seemed to understand my dilemma as he smiled at me. “I know. Let’s do it together, ok?” Then he situated himself so he was sitting across from me.

“We’ll see who stays down the longest and who cums first. On three; ok, Jeff? One… two… three!”

We both inhaled before submerging. We sat on the bottom and stretched our legs out, bracing ourselves on the bottom so we wouldn’t drift back up. Then we started stroking ourselves, me with the dive mask and him without one.

It was such a turn-on watching him tug on his dick. I don’t know why, but it really made me horny. So I tried to pace myself, not wanting to cum until I’d seen him do it first.

We were probably down for a good minute and a half before I felt those warning heaves in my stomach. They moved up into my chest as I lost a few bubbles of air. A few more bubbles and I was no longer buoyant, able to stay down without bracing myself.

Glenn smiled at me as he stroked himself, occasionally releasing a few bubbles. I didn’t know whether to watch his expression, the heaves in his chest and tummy, or the way he was jerking his meat. But I think I was able to stay down longer since we were both breath-holding together.

My chest really started heaving, and I eagerly stroked myself. He matched me rhythm for rhythm until the two of us were grunting and pulling. One mighty convulsion triggered my climax, and I shot ropes of cream into the water before I shot up to the surface.

I was panting like crazy when I saw Glenn shooting his own ropy strands into the water. He was able to stay down longer than I was. Then he came up gasping and smiling.

“Damn; that was hot! Did you enjoy that, Jeff?” I nodded my head, telling him I was embarrassed to admit that I did.

“Hey; no worries, ok? We’re just out here getting ourselves off before we go to sleep, right?” I just nodded my agreement, feeling more and more at ease in his presence.

We did a little idle chit-chat for a few minutes, talking about how I was enjoying staying with them over the summer and all. Then he smiled at me. “I’m guessing you’ve probably seen Frieda and I out here breath-holding; am I right?”

I wanted to tell him I hadn’t, but I don’t think he would have believed me. “It’s ok if you have, Jeff. Sis likes holding her breath too. Hell, we’ve both gotten each other off a few times.”

I looked at him in astonishment. I wanted to ask, but I felt like I didn’t dare. I think he could tell I wanted to know more.

“She caught me out here stroking once while I was holding my breath. She said it turned her on. So we started helping each other by holding the other down.” He leaned closer as he conspiratorially added, “Sometimes we even help each other in other ways.”

“Really?” My mind began to imagine what those other ways might look like. That’s when my cock started to get hard again.

It got silent for a little bit. He finally asked, “You want to go again?” It should have been obvious as I was getting hard trying to imagine what they did to each other while holding their breath.

I wanted to, but I was suddenly nervous again. He saw right through me and laughed. “I’ll go first,” he said with a reassuring smile. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I nodded as he got ready. I offered him the dive mask, but he told me he didn’t need it. He said he wanted me to be able to clearly see his face.

I nodded excitedly, my heart thumping in my chest. He told me to push him down and hold him under the surface until he came no matter what. I felt an erotic jolt wondering if that meant I was supposed to keep him down even if he started to drown.

I watched him breathe deeply before he got a really big breath. Then I pushed him under. I put my feet flat on his chest, shoving him all the way to the bottom.

He looked up at me and bubbled as he started to stroke. I don’t know why, but it was so damned erotic. I couldn’t help moving to the edge of the seat to look down at him while stroking myself.

It wasn’t long before his cock saluted me. He cupped his balls as he jerked his meat. I got more and more excited, my own cock hard and throbbing.

I saw him approach his limits as his stomach started rippling. He stroked himself harder as his chest began to heave. It was incredible watching him hold his breath while masturbating like that.

It got to where he started losing his breath in bursts. I kept him down with my feet, watching as he really jerked himself. There was one huge eruption of bubbles before I saw his cock go off, little spurts of cream floating around in the water.

I kept him down a few seconds longer, my own cock hard and throbbing. Once more I pushed him longer than I probably should have. Then I let him go.

He shot up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. He gave me such a look that for a moment I thought I was in big trouble. Then he smiled at me as he told me, “Now it’s your turn, Jeff. This time you can’t use the dive mask. I want to watch your face like you watched mine.”

I nodded as my heart thumped loudly in my chest again. What was he going to do to me? Was he going to drown me? The thought was both scary and thrilling.

He had me stretch flat on my back. “I’ll give you a couple three dunks just to get used to water up your nose, Jeff. Then you’re mine; you got that?” I nodded again, my cock stiffening up with fear and arousal.

He submerged me and I jerked around as the water stung my sinuses. He deliberately held me down before let me back up. Then he submerged me again.

He kept me down a little longer before letting me back up. Then he smiled as he told me, “Big breath, Jeff.” I inhaled deeply before he pushed me back down.

He started running his hand all over my body, giving me wild tingles. Then he started touching my cock. My eyes flew open as he brushed it with his fingers, gauging my reaction.

When I showed no resistance he wrapped his fingers around it. I bubbled as he started stroking me. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

He kept me just below the surface as he groped and fondled me. I felt him cup my balls, making my cock quiver. Then he gave me a good stroking. It felt so good that I couldn’t help thrusting upward into his grasp.

He smiled as he let me bob back up to the surface. I gasped for breath before he pushed me back down. Then he went back to stroking me.

I floated midway between the surface and the bottom as he ran his hands all over me. The way he grabbed my cock and jerked it left me writhing and moaning as I released bubbles out of my mouth. It made me wonder if he played a similar game like this with his sister.

I reached the point where I felt those gentle heaves in my stomach, telling me I couldn’t stay down much longer. To my shock, Glenn leaned his face into the water and began licking the tip of my dick with his tongue. I couldn’t believe it!

I trembled with his hand cupping my balls as he slowly took me into his warm mouth. I couldn’t believe how great it felt. It even helped ease the strain in my chest.

He took my cock deeper until I was groaning as he began sucking me good and hard. My chest started to heave again as he suctioned my dick. The burn in my lungs got worse as I tried to hold my breath.

How long was he going to keep me down? Didn’t he know I was going to cum if he kept it up? I was almost out of breath.

I strained for all I was worth until I started losing bursts of air. I thrust up into his mouth, but he just groaned and bubbled with his face below the surface. Then he let me up.

I came up and gasped for breath, only for him to push me right back down. He sucked good and hard until I was squirming like crazy. Then he let me back up again.

I let out a cry before he forced me right back down. Then he took me deep down his throat. One hard thrust between his lips and my cock went off.

I tried to pull out of his mouth. But he took me deep and vacuumed me until he sucked me dry. My lungs were on fire before he allowed me back up. This time he allowed me to get into a seat, gasping loudly for breath.

I coughed and sputtered, water up my nose as I looked at him. He gave me a grin. Then he asked how I liked it.

I told him it felt incredible. But at that moment I suddenly became all self-conscious again. I thanked him for helping me hold my breath but that I had to go in and use the bathroom, which was partly true.

I got out of the water, got my towel and dried myself off. Then I headed for the door. I took one last look at him as he sat in the hot tub, but he just smiled at me before submerging as I went inside to use the restroom and to ponder what had just happened out there.

(Apr 24 ’18)

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My mother the breath-holder 4.2 (6)

Posted on June 18, 2018 by riwa

My mother the breath-holder

Recently my mother came back into my life. Unfortunately it was not without a lot of unexpected complications.

First off, she needed a place to stay. Mine was plenty big enough. So I didn’t mind that too much.

It didn’t hurt that mom had become a total babe by this time. It surprised me to see how athletic she had become. Apparently she did a lot of working out because she had a serious set of abs to go with those DDs on her chest. I work out as well, but mom looked like she lived at the gym during the day.

She was working as a cocktail waitress. But she wasn’t making enough to live on her own. I was glad she wasn’t shacking up with some guy. But I don’t think it would have mattered because as athletic as she looked, she probably would have kicked his ass had he tried to have his way with her.

The other complication with my mother took about a month to discover. She had a serious gambling issue. I didn’t think it was that bad until I found out just how much she owed. They were taking part of the money she made at work, which explained why she couldn’t afford a place of her own.

One day I was in my backyard swimming pool when mom came out to see me. She was wearing a sexy black bikini that showed a lot of cleavage. Didn’t she realize just how much her body turned me on?

I had just come up from a breath-holding session in the deep end when she came right up to the edge of the pool. “Georgie, I have a favor to ask?”

“What’s the favor, mom?”

“I need some help with my gambling.”

“You should go see someone about your addiction, mom.”

“I’m not addicted, Georgie! I just need some help paying off my debts.”

“How much to you owe?”

“About twenty thousand dollars.”

“Mom?? Are you serious??” And with that I took a deep breath and submerged.

I couldn’t believe it! Mom owed that much money? Why hadn’t she told me before?? Did she expect me to pay off her debts? How much trouble was she in?

I released my breath and surfaced, only to see her still standing there. “Georgie, I really need your help!”

“Mom?? I can’t believe you owe that much money!”

“I guess I wasn’t keeping track how much I was losing!”

“I guess you weren’t.”

“Georgie, I really need your help.”

“You expect me to pay off that huge debt?”

“Honey, I’ll do anything!”

“What can you do for me, mom?”

“Honey, you just name it! Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it!”

“Mom, I can’t think of anything you can do for me.”

“What about some of those girls you have over to swim with you in the pool? What do they do for you? Why do you have different ones come over?”

I think she suspected I was a playboy or something. I quickly set her straight. “Mom, it’s not like that. I just like to have ‘em hold their breath for me in the water.”

“I can do that!” And with that she took a deep breath and then jumped feet first into the water.

She went all the way to the bottom, nine feet down. She wasn’t very buoyant, not with all that muscle. I watched incredulously as she sat on her ass on the floor of the pool.

She looked up at me defiantly as though she could do anything the girls I had over could do. I just liked to go swimming with them. But what really got me off was watching them hold their breath.

She finally released her breath as she came up to the surface. I was wearing a waterproof watch. But she’d caught me by surprise, and I hadn’t even bothered timing her.

“See, Georgie? I can hold my breath! Did you time me?”

“No I didn’t mom. You caught me by surprise.”

“Then I’ll do it again, ok? Time me! We’ll just see if I’m better than the girls you have over!”

She took another deep breath and then submerged. I watched her go all the way down to the bottom of the pool. That’s where she sat on her ass again.

I checked my watch and noted the time. Then I filled my lungs and slipped under the surface to have a closer look. I couldn’t believe it! My sexy mother was wearing a bikini holding her breath at the bottom of my pool!

I checked the time to see she was approaching 45 seconds. I waited until her cheeks began to bulge. At 1:05 she released her breath before shooting up to the surface.

I came up with her, trying to hide the growing bulge in my trunks against the ladder. I didn’t want her to see how turned on I was. It was embarrassing, especially since it was my own mother.

“How’s that, Georgie?” she asked as she swam over to me. “Didn’t I tell you? I can hold my breath longer than all those girls you have coming over!”

“No you can’t, mom. That was only about a minute. I’ve had some girls go almost two full minutes out here in my pool.”

“I can do two minutes easy.”

“No you can’t. You were straining to hold your breath a little after a minute.”

“But I can do it, Georgie! Time me!” And with that she took another deep breath and submerged.

This time she used the ladder. She hung onto the bottom rung as she held her breath. I filled my lungs so I could go down and watch her.

She wasn’t wearing nose clips or a dive mask. The water didn’t seem to be bothering her eyesight that much. She smiled at me as I checked the watch.

She motioned… “How long have I been down?” I motioned back… “45 seconds.” She frowned a little, but she stayed down.

Hah! I thought so. I knew my mom couldn’t hold her breath very easily!

I stayed down with her as she continued to hold it. It wasn’t long until I started to see ripples in her stomach. Seeing those are what usually turns me on. But I didn’t want my mother to know I was getting aroused.

She motioned at the watch again… “How long?” I motioned back… “1:10.” She grimaced as though she could somehow hold it longer.

The stomach contractions rose up into her chest. It was incredibly sexy to see. I tried to hide my growing bulge, so I don’t know if she saw it or not. I was getting horny, needing a release.

She released a burst of bubbles and then motioned at me. I motioned back she was approaching 1:30. That’s when she gave up, losing a burst of bubbles as she shot up to the surface.

I rose up with her, panting quietly for breath. I was usually capable of 2:30 at least… sometimes able to push it to three. Mom still had a ways to go.

“I’m getting better; right, Georgie?”

“Yeah, mom. But you still can’t make it to two minutes.”

“I’ll bet you I can make it on this next one.”

“Mom, you’re still working up to it!”

“I’m fit! I can do it! I’ll bet you I can do this!”

“Mom, you can’t!”

“I’ll… I’ll bet you fifty bucks! Fifty bucks for two minutes!”

I had to shake my head. Here she was gambling again. At least she wouldn’t get into trouble if she lost a bet with me.

“Ok, mom,” I told her, deciding to teach her a lesson. “Fifty bucks if you make it to two minutes. But if you lose you gotta…”

“I’m not going to lose!”

“Mom, if you lose you gotta…”

“I’m not going to lose!!” And with that she took a deep breath and submerged.

I watched her go under as bubbles came up. Then I filled my lungs. If she was going to be underwater holding her breath, I wanted to be down there watching her.

I slipped under and clung to the ladder right next to her. She smiled confidently as she motioned at the watch on my wrist. Then she motioned… “I’m going to make it to two minutes!”

Seeing her underwater in that bikini wasn’t helping matters any. It was arousing as hell, especially with those DDs staring back at me through her bikini top. She was just as attractive as any girl I’d brought over to my pool for a swim… more attractive than several of them!

I checked my watch and discovered we were already approaching a minute. Mom looked determined. She also looked sexy as hell.

We stayed down together as mother and son, holding our breath together. She smiled at me as though it was a piece of cake. Was it possible she was going to prove me wrong?

I saw the first stomach ripples at about 1:26. I motioned… “Keep going.” Then I pointed at my watch as I motioned… “You have 30 seconds to go.”

She nodded as the ripples in her stomach became more pronounced. She released a few bubbles out of her nose. Then those gentle heaves began to slide up into her chest.

Her boobs bounced a little, which really turned me on. I checked my watch and saw she had fifteen seconds to go. Was she going to make it??

She anxiously motioned… “How much longer?” I motioned back… “You’ve got ten seconds, mom.” She nodded as her chest heaved, her stomach distinctly showing contractions.

For a moment I thought she was going to give up. But I had misjudged my mother. I guess winning a bet meant a lot to her.

Her chest was really heaving as I counted her down with my fingers… “Five… four… three… two…” When I hit zero she shot up like a rocket. I rose up with her, enjoying the way she loudly gasped for breath.

Gawd, my cock was hard! I needed relief immediately. “Fifty bucks!” she declared proudly, her hand outstretched as though I was going to give it to her right then and there.

”In a minute, mom!” I replied as I hastily climbed out of the pool. “I gotta go to the bathroom first!” Then I beat a hasty retreat into the john where I had to jerk off before I could pee.

(Jan 24 ’18)

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Victor’s Guillotine 10 4.3 (6)

Posted on June 12, 2018 by riwa

10

I think everyone was in a state of shock seeing Sybil holding Dorothy’s head up by a handful of hair. Her naked body was still twitching a little in the guillotine. Poor Richard looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

“It’s ok, honey,” Sybil said to him as though trying to reassure him. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t have anything to do with it. The blade coming down when it did was not your fault.”

“That’s right,” I added, trying to be helpful. Others were nodding their agreement. Then we heard footsteps coming down the stairwell.

“What’s going on down there?” That sounded like Joyce Melwark. Then I heard Louisa call out, “Hey, don’t start without us!”

“You’re too late!” Sybil called back to them. “Dorothy just bought the farm.”

“Dorothy? You mean Dorothy lost her head??”

The four of them burst in: Joyce and Warren Melwark, and Victoria and Louisa. They caught sight of Dorothy’s naked body lying face up. Sybil proudly lifted the head for them to see as though it was a trophy. Blood still dripped out of her severed neck.

“Can you believe it?” she told them incredulously. “The blade came down within the first hour. And this time it wasn’t James doing the fucking. It was her friend from the states. What a tale he’s going to tell when he goes back home!”

“I’m, uh… I’m not sure who I could ever tell about this.”

Richard looked around as though realizing he was still naked. He self-consciously tried to get dressed as fast as possible. He was still horrified as though he’d committed a horrendous crime and we were all going to pounce on him.

Sybil reached out and patted his shoulder. She tried to tell him it was all right and that none of us held it against him. But he shied away from Dorothy’s dripping skull as though it was a cobra.

Louisa had a different reaction. “Fuck; I gotta have a taste of that!” In no time at all she was on her knees, her face in Dorothy’s crotch as she hungrily licked up her dripping fluids.

“I guess Dorothy’s in no position to tell you no now, love,” Victoria chuckled. Then she smiled at Richard.

“Louisa’s always wanted to feast on that pussy. But the lovely lass just wasn’t interested. Now I guess she can lick to her heart’s content.”

Richard looked at her as though she was nuts. Dorothy had just lost her head… and this crazy woman was talking about Louisa wanting to lick out her corpse?? He shook his head as though unable to fathom how everyone seemed to be taking it so much better than he was.

Victoria smiled as she took Richard’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, love. That’s just Louisa being Louisa. But Sybil’s right. You really shouldn’t feel bad or upset over any of this. It was Dorothy’s choice; she knew the risks going in. We all do.”

Richard gave her a weak smile as though he still wasn’t sure about all this. That’s when she gave his hand another affectionate squeeze. “Louisa’s scheduled to go for a ride before the day is over. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll let you fuck her while her head’s locked in the lunette if you want.” Then she gave him a sly wink as she added, “Who knows. Maybe Victor will get a second roaster.”

She went over, grasped the head in Sybil’s hands and kissed the dead lips. “Sorry we missed the grand event, love. But I’m betting you went out with a bang.” Sybil smiled at her words, still holding Dorothy’s skull by her hair.

“Speaking of roaster,” Renard said with a nod at Ken Wylie.

They both came over and unstrapped Dorothy’s naked body from the bench while Louisa was still licking her out. By now she’d pretty much bled out. There wasn’t much coming out of her severed neck. The drain below was catching most of it, although they were still going to have a mess to clean up.

Richard looked around uncomfortably. “I, uh… what should I do now?”

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Renard reassured him with a dismissive wave as Ken got Dorothy by her legs, forcing Louisa to end her feasting. “We’ll get her upstairs for Victor to roast. You might as well come on up and watch.”

Renard retrieved some plastic from a corner cabinet. He wrapped it around her neck to keep her from bleeding all over. Then he grabbed her by her arms before he and Ken proceeded to carry her away.

I took pity on Richard by going over and taking his arm. “Don’t worry, love. Things will be all right. I’ll hang out with you for a while if you’d like. Sybil is right, of course. You mustn’t blame yourself. It if wouldn’t have been you, it would certainly have been someone else.”

“Damn straight,” Sybil agreed, still holding Dorothy’s dripping head. “I wonder how James would have acted with his dick in her when the blade fell.”

Jeff went over to the cabinet to get another piece of plastic for the skull. I suggested to Richard we go upstairs and watch the spitting. Besides, I was curious as hell. And I’m embarrassed to say I was more than a little aroused.

We headed up in small groups. Sybil brought up the rear behind Victoria and Louisa, still carrying her prized possession in that plastic. Richard still seemed a little shell-shocked.

We approached the wetbar where Lorraine saw the look in his eyes. She smiled sympathetically as she told him, “Let me fix you something, love. Renard and Ken just went outside with the body. They told me what happened. You mustn’t feel bad or blame yourself.”

She smiled as she fixed us both something. I took a good mouthful as Richard swallowed about half of his. Then I grabbed him by the arm and hustled him outside. I guess I was being a little morbid wanting to watch the spitting process with Dorothy.

She was laid out on her back on a metal table, blood still dripping out of her neck stump onto the grass. Victor had a long metal pole he was shoving into her pussy. Ken and Renard were holding her down to keep her body from wriggling around. By then everyone was pretty much outside watching Dorothy’s preparations for the pit.

Victor slowly worked the spit all the way through her body. Then he began slicing the arms and legs off. Lorraine came out to help cut her open and gut her, putting all the entrails into a bucket.

Renard got the pike ready. Sybil took Dorothy’s head out of the plastic and kissed her lips one last time. “Hell of a show, love; hell of a show. I’m going to cum to the image of your beheading over and over in my dreams.” Then she impaled her on the pike through her severed neck so she would have a place of prominence watching us all while she roasted.

I saw Richard shudder as he took another drink. I tried to reassure him it was ok and that no one held anything against him. As far as we were all concerned it was only a matter of time before something happened to Dorothy anyway, especially since she appeared to be so addicted.

“What about her husband?” he asked nervously. “What do I tell him?”

“Dorothy picked you up from the airport, right?”

“Well… yeah.”

“Then you’ll tell him nothing. What is there to tell? I’ll take you back to the airport. You won’t have to explain a thing. I’ll be the one who tells him. He’ll probably conclude the same thing as everyone else… that she would have ridden it anyway and just got unlucky today.”

Dorothy’s beheading was certainly the topic of conversation. Everyone had something to say about it. Joyce and Warren came up and smiled as they congratulated Richard on being in her pussy at the moment the blade fell. But I don’t think it was something he felt all that proud about.

“What did it feel like?” Joyce asked with a knowing smile. “You know that’s the question everyone’s going to ask you when they get the chance. They all want to know if a pussy spasms around a cock when the blade comes down.”

“Rita’s sure did,” Jeff told him with a smile as he stood there with Kimberly. “It’s kind of a shock at first. But you have to tell yourself she would have ridden it anyway and that it would have been someone else’s cock inside her. Hell, if it wouldn’t have been you I’m betting it would have been Warren here… or Ken… maybe even Renard over there.”

“Well, it was definitely a shock,” he replied as though trying to remember the event. “Even now things seem a little blurry. But I vaguely recall her pussy clamping down tight at that moment. I’m not even sure I remember the blade falling. But I remember her clenching… and then Sybil reaching down into the basket and pulling her head out. I… I think she fucked my dick with Dorothy’s skull?”

“She sure did,” Jeff replied with a grin. “What do you think now, Kimberly?”

“Bloody hell, love. That could have been me!”

“I think that’s the first time I remember it falling during the first hour. But I’ve only been here a few times.” Then he looked at his date before asking, “Are you ok?”

“I think so, Jeff. Bloody hell; now I can’t seem to stop trembling.”

“Why don’t I go fix you a drink? Lorraine is still gutting Dorothy.”

“Yeah, I think I could use one,” she replied as she looked at the glass in my hand.

It didn’t take long before Dorothy was ready to go. They added some sort of stabilizer that went into her bum. Then Ken and Victor got her over the pit.

They hooked up the rotisserie so she could rotate on her spit. Then more coals were added until the fire really got going. Dorothy’s arms and legs were taken over to a grill to be cooked separately. It looked weird – and shamefully arousing – seeing her chest and torso rotating on that spit.

I don’t know if it was the drink or the way everyone kept reassuring him. But Richard finally seemed to reach the point where he didn’t look so shell-shocked anymore. His personality returned, especially when Lorraine got him another drink to further settle his nerves.

It took a while, but I also had to get used to the idea of Dorothy cooking over that open fire. I kept glancing at her head, although at times it seemed so surreal. She had this blank look in her face as though she was enduring a never-ending orgasm and didn’t know what to do with herself.

Seeing Rita in the pit last time was one thing. Seeing someone I knew more intimately was something else entirely. It made the whole thing feel more personal and yet so surreal.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much of a risk I was taking riding that bloody thing. It made no sense at all. Yet the orgasms and the thrill were so damned intoxicating.

I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. I overheard Sybil talking to Joyce about how erotic it was riding the guillotine, especially the way the blade came down so unexpectedly. She told her she got quite the orgasm out of it. Maybe I should have anticipated what happened next.

“What do you think, Tom? Care to engage in a little risky sex with your wife while Dorothy is cooking?”

“Damn, darling; are you sure?”

“Oh hell yeah. I’m getting so turned on right now watching Dorothy on the spit while thinking about what her last moments must have been like.”

Victoria and Louisa must have overheard because they came right over. “Thinking of riding it while Dorothy is roasting, love? It’s hard to resist, isn’t it.”

“It sure is, love. You have no idea how wet I am right now.”

“I’m sure Louisa would love to help clean you up if you’re that wet; right, my pet? Then you can have a turn… perhaps with Richard’s dick inside you?”

I felt my heartrate spike. I thought everyone was crazy. So why the hell was I so damned turned on??

“Thinking of going downstairs?” Renard said as he came over to us. “Are you that determined to give Victor another roaster?”

“Not really, love,” Joyce said with a dismissive wave. “It’s just that we can’t resist. Victor’s watching Dorothy while grilling up her arms and legs. Why don’t you come down and oversee things?

He turned and gave me a knowing smile. It gave me butterflies in my stomach as my breath caught in my throat. Then I said, “I’ll go back down with everyone. How about you, love?”

I gave Richard another reassuring pat on the arm as I gave him a questioning look. Victoria smiled as she told him, “Oh, he’s got to come down with us. After all, he’s got to fuck Louisa when it’s her turn to go for a ride.”

“Then let’s go,” Joyce told her husband as she took him by the arm.

I felt another erotic jolt as I offered my arm to Richard. “Well, I guess it will be ok,” he said as he put his arm through mine. Together we followed after everyone else into the building to see who was going to tempt fate while Dorothy’s skin crackled from the flames.

(Mar 31 ’18)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 10 4.5 (34)

Posted on June 6, 2018 by riwa

10

Something about Brad’s words changed my perspective. I was feeling sad and was missing mom a little when I heard him tell her she was the best snuff he’d ever seen. Then she’d pissed herself as though thanking him for the compliment.

“She was great, wasn’t she?” I quietly asked Stew.

“She was the best,” he agreed with a nod.

“Did you like it, Stew?”

“Like it? Janelle can’t you feel how hard I am?”

It was true; his cock was nice and erect. Even Brad’s cock was hard again. He was kissing mom’s body all over as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

“She is sexy hanging like that; isn’t she, Stew?”

“She sure is… not that you’ll be any less sexy hanging naked on the Entertainment Stage later. You still want to hang; don’t you, sis? Or has seeing mom hang put you off?”

I walked up to her and started running my hands all over her naked body. She was still warm to the touch. That’s when I felt an erotic shudder as I turned to my brother.

“Stew, do you think she wants you to fuck her one last time?”

“I don’t know, Janelle.”

“I’ll bet she does. You should fuck her one last time.”

He looked over at Brad who motioned for him to come on over and join him as he kept pawing her corpse. Stew walked up to mom and pressed his cock against her cunt. Then he slowly pushed his way inside her.

“How does she feel, Stew?”

“Gawd, Janelle. This feels kind of… wrong somehow… wrong but exciting. Is it wrong for me to like it so much?”

I went over and tried to grab mom’s legs so I could help wrap them around his waist. I knew it would give him deeper access. In response he started thrusting good and hard up her dead pussy.

“Fuck, Janelle! I can’t believe I’m fucking mom after she’s dead!”

Brad went behind her, reaching around to grope and fondle her boobs. “Are you going in her ass?” I asked him with growing excitement. He looked at me and smiled. Then her body moved a little before he said, “I am now.”

I couldn’t believe it! My sadness at losing mom had been replaced with what I can only describe as a grotesque arousal. The way they were fucking her corpse was such a turn-on!

“Stew, will you fuck me like that up on the Entertainment stage after I’m dead?”

“If you want me to. Janelle, if you still want to go through with it, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Gawd!” I gasped with growing excitement, watching them fuck the corpse of my mother. “Stew, that is… that is so fucking hot! Do you think mom would approve?”

“You know, Janelle? I really think she would! I think she’d want us to enjoy her body; right, Brad?”

“I have to agree with you, Stewart,” Brad said, thrusting in and out of mom’s ass from behind as she dangled there. “Your mother didn’t shy away from her hanging once she knew it was inevitable. In fact, she seemed to want us all to enjoy it.”

I looked closely at mom’s face. Her eyes were glazed over and she had this tired expression. But somehow it looked like she was smiling a little… as though she wanted us to enjoy her even after she was dead. Maybe it was just my imagination.

“Gawd, mom; you’re so fucking sexy!” Stew gasped as he thrust hard up her cunt.

“Suck on her tongue, Stew!” I called out while jerking on her legs for him.

He kissed her and then sucked on it. He grunted as I watched him thrust harder up her pussy. Brad gasped, “Fuck; I can feel your cock rubbing in and out of her cunt while I’m fucking her ass! I think your mother would have loved this, Stewart!”

Stew suddenly let out a cry as he pumped her full of his seed. I saw a little of it leak out around his cock. Then he pulled out, grabbed me by a handful of hair, and then made me kneel to lick him clean.

I felt like such a whore being forced to clean his cock. But it was such a turn-on sucking his dick after it had just been in mom’s dead cunt. Then Brad roared his release as he filled her ass with his spunk. That’s when Stew told me to clean his cock too.

Brad pulled out and came around so I could gobble down his meat. He thrust in and out of my mouth until he started to soften a little. Then Stew told me to clean mom’s holes.

I felt all slutty and excited as I propped her legs up on my shoulders. I sucked and slurped, tasting Stew’s cream and mom’s cum. Then I sucked Brad’s creamy load out of her ass until I shuddered from a nice little orgasm of my own.

I stood up and gave mom’s corpse a push. The rope creaked as she swung back and forth. Gawd; that did it! Now I really wanted to hang on the stage! I wanted to put on as good of a show as mom had put on for us in here.

“Stew, I want to do it!” I declared. “I want to hang for you and Brad! I want to hang for everybody! I want every cock out there lusting after my dying body!”

“So mom’s hanging didn’t put you off after all, eh sis?”

“Gawd, Stew; I’m more turned on than ever! Mom acted like she was willing to hang for us. So I want her to be proud of me as I hang on stage for you.”

Her boytoy smiled at me as he said, “I think she’d be proud of you, Janelle.”

“Thanks, Brad.”

“But Janelle, what about dad?”

“Damn! I forgot about him.”

Stew always did have a way of throwing cold water on things without really meaning to. But this time I didn’t care. I was getting so fucking horny wanting to swing in front of the whole damned club.

“C’mon, Stew; let’s do it anyway! You too, Brad! I want you to come watch me hang onstage, ok? Afterwards I want you both to fuck my corpse!”

“Janelle, I don’t know if I want to be out there in case your father shows up.”

“C’mon, Brad! You gotta come! I want you to watch me hang, ok? And I think mom would want you to watch me kick it up for you.”

“Yeah, Janelle; you’re probably right. She would want me to watch you hang just to enjoy myself.”

“You should march me right up to the stage nude, Stew. That way you can parade me in front of the entire club.”

“But what if dad sees you on a monitor, sis? What if he comes out to put a stop to it?”

“Damn! You’re right. What if he sees us going to the stage?”

I liked the idea of being paraded through the club naked to further my humiliation. At the same time I didn’t want daddy to see it and come out to put a stop to it. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“How about we take her out in her robe like it’s no big deal?” Brad suggested. “We’ll take her right up to the stage and get her all noosed up. If your dad shows up, it will be too late because she’ll already be up on the stage.”

“We could always try to get you pregnant, Janelle. Maybe the club has a malfunctioning sensor we can put in you to make it look like you have to be executed.”

“Hunh – unh,” I told them as I shook my head. “I want everyone to know I did this of my own free will. I’ll bet it’s not often they get a volunteer to hang for the whole damned club.”

“Probably not,” Brad replied with a laugh. “What do you say, Stewart?”

“Ok with me,” he replied with a smile. “We can always cuff her hands behind her back and then put the robe on her. When we get there she can ditch the robe and be taken right up onstage.”

“I love it!” I gasped. Then I looked at them excitedly before asking, “Anything else?”

“Yeah, sis. There’s just one thing more. As our snuff-whore we’re entitled to use you one last time, right?” And with that he shoved me down onto the floor on my knees.

Brad smiled as he came over. I took both cocks and started jerking them, working each one into my mouth. Behind them mom dangled limp, her vacant expression looking at me as though approving of the snuff-whore I was about to become.

I excitedly slobbered all over those cocks. Then we ended up on the bed. They double teamed me really good, Brad enjoying my cunt while Stew fucked my ass really hard one last time. With mom’s corpse overseeing everything I had one hell of an O.

When we were done I got up and went over to her one last time. I caressed her all over before kissing her lips. “Bye, mom,” I murmured a little sadly. “You were great. I hope I hang well for everyone just like you did. I want you to be proud of me.”

“She is proud of you, Janelle,” Brad told me with a smile. “She is.” It gave me a warm feeling inside which helped while saying goodbye to her.

My brother cuffed my arms behind my back which got me excited all over again. Brad hung the robe over my shoulders. Then they walked me out of there in their robes with Stew in front and Brad bringing up the rear.

I could feel cum leaking out of both holes as I walked out. I felt all slutty and degraded… and I loved every moment of it. It even felt like mom’s eyes were on me from behind… like she was saying, “There goes my sexy snuff-whore daughter… off to hang like the whore she is.”

I’ll admit I experienced some nervousness as they walked me through the casino. I felt a little apprehension this was really going to happen. Then I remembered the last time I saw mom’s lifeless eyes before we left. It made me feel like she’d looked right at me and then ordered me to go hang for the whole damned club. As a result I experienced an amazing surge of arousal.

We were still a short distance from the Entertainment stage when Brad pulled the robe off my shoulders. “You won’t be needing this anymore, you whore… not where you’re going.” When he smiled at me I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

We reached the roulette wheel where that very same attendant was helping with a handful of gamblers. She smiled when she saw us.  “Back again? How can I help you folks this time?”

“It’s time for us to hang this snuff-whore,” Stew told her as though taking charge and being my Master. “She’s ready for her final dance. She’s a whore and she deserves to hang.”

“Is that so?” she asked, looking at me with a wink and a smile.

I nodded excitedly before submissively bowing my head. Immediately there was an excited buzz among the gamblers at the roulette wheel. It gave me another erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe, knowing they were going to witness my hanging.

“My friend and I would like to fuck her corpse on the stage after she’s dead,” Stew announced. “Would that be ok?”

He motioned at Brad as I gasped excitedly from another erotic jolt. It was such a turn-on the way they were treating me. My pussy was so wet I was dripping cum and arousal like crazy.

“Of course,” she replied with a smile. “You can do anything to her you like. Just let me know and I’ll assist you in any way I can.”

She made sure another attendant was there at the wheel to take over for her. That’s when that familiar red glow suddenly lit up the ceiling, giving me another erotic shudder. Gawd; this was really going to happen!

She took me by the arm and turned me toward the stage. “Snuff-whore is it?” she asked politely.

“Yes, ma’am,” I gasped excitedly as I felt another surge of arousal. “I’m a whore and I deserve to hang.”

“Very well. Come along, honey. Let’s get you all noosed up. I think everyone is going to enjoy your dance.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied submissively. I was trembling so bad she had to grab my arm to assist me.

“Hang well, sis!” Stew called out. “I’m really going to enjoy this!”

“You’d better,” I smiled back with a giggle. “I can only do this once!” My arousal felt like it was off the charts as I gasped and shuddered right there in orgasm.

I was on rubbery legs as she helped me up onto the stage. She walked me over to the control box where she punched in some numbers. I watched with excitement – and a little trepidation – as the noose came down for me.

She smiled at me as she asked, “So you hanged that woman earlier and now you want to ride it for yourself?”

“Oh yes, ma’am. Actually this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. Besides, I just helped my brother hang my mom. So I kind of deserve this.”

“You hanged your mom, honey?”

“In a private snuff room. Her sensor popped. She took it bravely. It was so exciting and erotic that I hope I dance as well as she did. See those two guys standing down there? The one on the right is my brother, and the one next to him is… was… my mom’s boytoy. I want to hang for them and for everyone else here tonight.”

“Admirable,” she said with a smile. “Are you ready for the noose, honey?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I was breathing so hard I was hyperventilating.

She brought it down and lovingly looped it around my neck. I inhaled sharply at the tingly sensation of the coil around my throat. “Like it, honey?”

“Gawd, it feels… it feels incredible!” I was panting for breath, my nipples so erect they actually hurt.

“So you’re a snuff-whore now?” she repeated with a pleasant chuckle. “Is that the way you want me to introduce you?”

“Oh yes, ma’am. I fucked my mother and my brother. I deserve to hang.”

“Well you certainly seem…” and she paused as she abruptly snugged the rope tight around my neck, causing me to gasp breathlessly… “…excited about it.”

“Oh yes, ma’am.” My knees almost buckled again.

“You seem to be having a hard time standing. Let me help you with that.”

She went over to the controls and pushed a button. I heard a hum as the slack was taken out of the rope. She stopped the moment it pulled me up off my heels. Now I didn’t have to worry about rubbery legs anymore.

I gasped as I shuddered hard again in orgasm. I was sweating up a storm, trembling like crazy. I hardly noticed the area filling up with customers as she came back over to me.

“Goodness, honey. Did you just cum?” I nodded as the rope tugged deliciously around my neck.

She caressed my boobs, fondling me until I whimpered and groaned. Then she looked down and fingered my pussy. “You’ve recently been fucked, haven’t you?” I nodded again, a knowing smile on my lips.

“Would you like another cum, honey?” Once more I nodded in reply.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a snuff-whore so willing,” she purred as she fingered me. “Oh, I’ve hanged a few willing bitches, mind you. But I don’t think I’ve ever hanged one so eager and as sexy as you are.” Her words sent an erotic tremor rippling through me.

She really fingered me until I clenched around her wriggling digits while moaning and whimpering. Then once more I shuddered hard in orgasm. She smiled as she breathed, “Gawd, honey! You just came again, didn’t you? You’re so fucking sexy… that is, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

I trembled with arousal as I shook my head. No, I didn’t mind at all. It was a real turn-on knowing she found me so sexy.

She brought her fingers up and let me lick them clean. “You can’t wait to hang; can you, honey?” I shook my head no despite the rising anxiety within me. My excitement was driving me wild.

“Who do you want to hold the remote used to hang you, honey?”

“My *gawk* my brother.”

She nodded in understanding. Then she tenderly kissed my lips. “You know, honey?” she purred. “I really think I’m going to enjoy your performance tonight.” Her words nearly set me off again.

I shuffled around on the balls of my feet, watching as she went over and retrieved the remote. Then she took it right to the front of the stage where she stopped to address the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen? Tonight the Club is proud and privileged to hang this snuff-whore for your viewing pleasure!” Then she gestured in my direction.

Everyone cheered loudly, and I felt another surge of erotic excitement. The place looked full, as though every gambler had come to watch me dance. I was going to cum again… probably the moment she hauled me up into the air. Then I saw him, and my heart sank.

Daddy came into the area, and I saw him head right over toward Brad and Stew. He had that woman with him I’d seen on his arm earlier. Damn; was he going to put a stop to all this??

I saw him walk up to Stew and Brad just as that attendant reached them. She started to hand the remote over to Stew, only for daddy to take it from her. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I suspected he was telling her he was my father.

Brad looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But daddy seemed to ignore him. He was talking to Stew, and I could only assume it was about me… and maybe about mother too.

Someone in the crowd started chanting, “Hang the whore – hang the whore – hang the whore!” Soon others picked up the chant. I felt conflicting emotions: excitement that everyone wanted to see me hang… and dread that daddy was down there trying to put a stop to it.

I writhed and wriggled, still noosed while standing on the balls of my feet. I could feel Stew and Brad’s cum leaking out of my holes and slithering down my legs. It made me feel all slutty and humiliated, adding to my excitement.

The chants got louder as Stew talked to daddy. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. But it didn’t look like they were mad or anything. Maybe they were talking about why I was up here. Or maybe they were talking about mom.

The chants got louder… “HANG THE WHORE – HANG THE WHORE – HANG THE WHORE!” I felt like I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life. Then I watched incredulously as daddy smiled at me… and then pointed the remote right at me.

I heard a hum as my feet were pulled up off the floor to the cheers of all those spectators. The noose instantly tightened around my neck. That’s when it registered in my brain… “OHMYGAWD; DADDY JUST HANGED ME!”

It went off inside me like a boom of thunder. A moment later I was kicking and humping and thrusting my hips outward as a massive orgasm flushed hotly through my body. My own father had pushed the button that had resulted in my hanging.

I jerked and bucked, fighting that noose as I dry-humped the air in front of me. I swung back and forth as I twisted and hitched on the rope. I swear I went from one orgasm right into another.

I struggled to pull a decent breath of air into my chest as I looked at Stew and daddy. My brother had his hand inside his robe where it looked like he was masturbating furiously. Daddy looked like he was touching himself… until that girl opened his pants, reached inside and began stroking him.

Ohmygawd; that did it again! No sooner was I coming down off the high of my last orgasm when I went right into another one. I furiously thrust my hips outward as though I was trying to fuck daddy from across the room.

My pussy felt hot and swollen as I dripped my cums and all that cream I had inside me. I couldn’t get a decent breath of air down my lungs anymore. It intensified my orgasms as I thrust my hips outward, trying to air-fuck every cock in that room. And by the looks of some of the females I saw, they were enraptured by my dance as well.

I got a look at that attendant who was down off the stage. She was watching me with this huge smile on her face, touching her boobs while reaching down to rub her crotch. That sent another jolt of arousal flowing through me.

I hitched and jerked until the noose snugged even more around my throat. I got to the point where I could hardly breathe at all. That’s when I lost control of my body.

I went crazy as I humped and jerked in growing panic. I really began to fight my noose, my pussy hot and winking at everybody. My mind screamed from the agony I was in. And yet there was a part of me conscious enough to try air-fucking everyone out there watching me.

I saw daddy with that woman stroking his cock. He had this sad smile on his face as he watched me, as though he was resigned to me living out my fantasy. I humped and jerked in his direction, further tightening the rope around my throat.

I kicked and swung as I fought the noose just as hard as I could. I couldn’t get any air down my throat anymore. My heart hammered in my chest. My gawd; this was it!

Maybe it was because I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to my brain. But I thought I saw mom hovering above everybody like a ghostly image. She was naked and was furiously rubbing herself as she called out, “Go for it, honey. That’s the way my snuff-whore hangs. What a good girl.”

I gurgled as I tried to breathe and couldn’t. My hips violently thrust outward as though I could somehow fuck air into my lungs. I air-fucked Stewart and Brad and daddy and that sexy attendant… I air-fucked all of them. Then it’s as though I air-fucked the last of my energy right out of my body.

I hung limp as I gently swung back and forth. I heard a roaring in my ears, and I shivered as I tried to smile. One last flush of warmth flowed through my body. Then I was plunging into the abyss until I was aware of nothing at all.

© 2018 (written Feb 4 ’18 by riwa)

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Hanging for the Borensterns 4.5 (10)

Posted on May 30, 2018 by riwa

A prequel to the story An Eager Slut Dances For Them. The following is a brief excerpt…

Good afternoon, folks. You must be the Johnsons. My name is Simone. Welcome to the company home. This is where our encounter will be taking place.

Take a look over in that corner over there. That’s right; that’s the noose you’ll be using to hang me with. I know full well how this is going to end for me. Why do you think I picked you out of all the applications that were sent in?

You see, I’ve been fantasizing about hanging ever since I saw the video from my friend Sheila’s encounter with the Borensterns. They fucked her good and then enjoyed noosing her up and watching her hang. She really kicked and suffered; I could tell from the video. The company has video cameras hidden everywhere in this room, so don’t worry. You’ll get a great video sent to you of the time we spend together today.

Do you know how many times I’ve masturbated to Sheila’s video? Do you know how many times I was tempted to put in a call to the Borensterns and ask them to come hang me? It’s a hell of a thing to have the urge to be strangled to death in the noose, folks. But that’s my desire.

Do you want to know another reason why? It’s because of the way the Borensterns enjoyed my friend Sheila’s hanging. You should have seen how hard Mr. Borenstern’s cock was when she was kicking her life away! And Mrs. Borenstern? She was really rubbing herself like crazy. Her nipples were really hard; I could tell!

And when you’re done with me? I expect you to take me over to that chair over there and loop that noose around my neck. I expect you to cinch it up tight and take all the slack out of it. I expect you to admire me for a little bit as I stand on my toes gasping for breath. And then I expect to step off the chair into eternity.

Hanging for the Borensterns

“How do you feel, darling?”

“I’m excited as hell. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I suppose I am. It’s just that…”

“What?”

“We’re not at the Club is all. This feels more…”

“…intimate? Yes, it does. A private location outside of town? It sure is pretty with the woods out back.”

“Who do you think we’re getting?”

“I have no idea. I just hope she’s pretty.”

“I’m sure she will be.”

”But I’m a little concerned.”

“About what?”

“About who we’re getting.”

“What do you mean?”

“The girls out in line are usually taking their chances, you know? Most of them don’t want to die. Oh, they’ll take a gamble just to get inside. It’s just that… well, you know. They’re not all that eager once they find themselves facing the noose or the blade.”

“And you want someone who is?”

“It’s fun to scare the shit out of some of those bitches. And I do enjoy hanging a girl with fear in her eyes. I think it makes her more animated in the noose… puts on a better show, you know? Still… just once I think I’d like to have one who’s one hundred percent willing.”

“The Club assured us they have someone who is precisely that: one hundred percent willing.”

“Do you believe them?”

“In this instance I do, Beverlee. They told us a girl volunteered once she found out we were the ones who won the yearly Club snuff raffle. We get to execute her in their private setting out here without all those noisy machines or all those eager voyeurs watching the Entertainment stage with us.”

“You really think they got someone who’s totally willing?”

“Would it bother you that much if she wasn’t?”

“Not really. I’d just revert to my cruel bitch persona and gleefully snuff her slutty ass. It’s just that… well… it would be… different if she was totally willing. That would make it… special somehow.”

“I think it will be, darling. After all; today’s your birthday. I think they deliberately scheduled the execution to fall on your birthday.”

“Yes, I think they did. That sure was sweet of them. Watching a woman hang to death is probably the best birthday present I could ever receive.”

“Do you hear yourself?? You sound positively ghoulish and inhuman.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve been to that damned Club too many times. You know how I like to witness executions. But they are often so spontaneous that it’s much too late for us to be called and then rush over in time to watch one on the Entertainment Stage. So we have to settle for witnessing them live on the Internet.”

“Not today, darling. Today you get to watch her hang just for us… up close and personal.”

She smiled at him as she lifted her hands up. “You think I can kill anyone with these, Doug?? My gawd; I’m shaking like a leaf! And I’m wet as hell!”

“You probably won’t have to lift a finger, darling. I’m betting she’s going to do most of the work for us.”

“Do you really think so? My gawd; I can’t wait any longer!”

“Then we’d better get inside and snuff the sexy bitch, hadn’t we? Happy birthday, darling.” And with that he kissed her before shutting off the engine as they’d been idling in the parking lot during their conversation.

They got out of the vehicle and walked up to the door. There was a placard on a metal stand next to the entrance. IN APPRECIATION OF YOUR PATRONAGE AT OUR CLUB. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MRS. BORENSTERN.

They stopped right in front of the door. Mrs. Borenstern paused to fan herself. Then Mr. Borenstern pushed the buzzer.

The door opened up within a few seconds. An attendant familiar to the both of them smiled pleasantly. “Happy birthday, Mrs. Borenstern. Welcome to your private little snuff party. Come on in.”

“Nicole! What a pleasure to see you here!”

“I wanted to be here special for you. We at the Club want you to know how much we appreciate the two of you.”

The two women hugged warmly. Then Nicole escorted them inside, closing the door behind them. She paused a moment before grasping Beverlee’s hand.

“My, but you’re trembling.”

“I’m excited. I can’t help it. I could use a drink.”

“Here; let me get you something. Have a seat.”

There were a couple of ornate, cushioned chairs sitting in front of a desk. They both sat down as Nicole slipped into a small alcove where they heard the clinking of ice into glasses. About a minute later she came back out and handed them each a drink.

Mrs. Borentsern downed hers in one gulp. “Delicious,” she smiled. “I think the tremors are subsiding a little.”

“Can I get you folks anything else? Would you like to stay out here for a bit?”

“No – no,” Beverlee said as she stood up. “I know you’re busy people. You went to a lot of trouble to set this up for us. I think I’m ready to get this show on the road.”

“Oh, no trouble at all, Mrs. Borenstern. If you’re eager to get on with it, she’s waiting for you in the back room. It’s right down the hall.”

“Thank you, Nicole.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure, Mrs. Borenstern.”

They hugged again. Then the excited couple headed down the hall. They heard the attendant call after them, “Enjoy the execution!”

“Thank you, Nicole! We certainly will!”

“You ok darling?” he asked as they headed for the waiting door.

“I’m feeling much better… no, wait… oh damn; I’m getting all excited again.” He just chuckled at his eager wife.

They reached the door where Doug Borenstern knocked twice. It swung right open. Beverlee’s eyes flew open in astonishment.

“Sheila? Ohmygawd; it’s you??” Her husband was equally surprised.

“It certainly is, Mrs. Borenstern.” The young woman in the skimpy Club attendant uniform smiled happily as they hugged warmly.

“I can’t… I can’t believe it’s… what are YOU doing here?”

“I heard about what the Club was doing for you and your husband, Mrs. Borenstern. And I knew today was your birthday. I just couldn’t help myself. You know how fond I am of you both.”

“I… I can’t believe it, honey! You’re… but you’re an attendant!”

“And you and Mr. Borenstern are my favorite clients. You know that.”

“Oh my goodness! You know we love fucking that sexy, nubile body of yours whenever you’re available!”

“And you know how much I love licking orgasms out of you, Mrs. Borenstern.”

“Oh, honey. Those have been some of the best ever!”

The attendant blushed at the complement. “I’m glad to know I’ve treated you so well, Mrs. Borenstern. All I know is you two have been so good to me with your tips as well as the orgasms you have given me.”

Beverlee looked all around the room. That’s when she noticed a corner mostly covered in red sheeting. A plain wooden chair quietly sat beneath a thick, white noose.

“That’s where it’s going to happen?” she gasped in awe, pointing at the corner. Her husband and the attendant both looked in the direction she was gesturing.

“Why?” Sheila asked with concern. “It’s not satisfactory?”

“Oh no, honey; it’s just fine. It’s just that…”

She paused as she shook her head. Then she leaned forward and quietly asked, “Honey, are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“I’m not sure of anything right now,” the young woman laughed nervously. Then she smiled as she told them, “But you two mean so much to me. I want this day to be special.”

She smiled warmly at them as she told them, “Of course I’m sure. I really want to do this for you. It’s just that…”

She paused for a moment before explaining how she felt. “It’s just that I’ve never hanged before… never even had my head in a noose or been lifted up off the ground. I don’t know what it’s going to feel like. I’m afraid my dance may not be as… erotic… as some of the other hangings you’ve witnessed.”

Beverlee’s husband looked at her with compassion. “Sheila, we don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“But I want to do this for you, Mr. Borenstern. I have a good idea what you’re looking for in a gasper. After all, I’ve witnessed several hangings myself. So I hope I’ve picked up a few pointers along the way. I want to give you a good, satisfying dance. If anything, I guess I’m worried I might disappoint you.”

“Oh honey. You could never disappoint us!”

“I certainly hope not, Mrs. Borenstern. You can see I picked out a rope that’s nice and thick. I hope to last several minutes before I go. And since I’m what you’d call a newbie to the rope, I hope my dance is raw, original and erotically painful.”

“Honey, are you sure about this?”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Borenstern. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. I really want to hang for you folks today.”

“Oh honey. I don’t know what to say.” And with that Beverlee deeply kissed the young woman.

Sheila returned the kiss as they embraced. They began to hump each other as they moaned into each other’s mouth. Beverlee reached around to squeeze the sexy attendant’s ass as Sheila reached between them to rub the excited woman’s crotch through her skirt.

Beverlee moaned as she kissed the young woman hard. Then they breathlessly pulled apart. Sheila smiled shyly at her.

“It feels like you’re getting excited, Mrs. Borenstern. You feel a little damp down there.”

“Gawd, baby; you have no idea! I’ve been thinking about this all morning. I was trembling so much I had to let Doug do all the driving.”

“You’re really looking forward to this, aren’t you.”

“Oh my goodness; yes! It’s just that… we had no idea it was going to be you! Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would be you!”

“You don’t feel bad it’s going to be me, do you?”

“Oh, Sheila. I don’t know what to think.”

Beverlee was all breathless again. Sheila tenderly kissed her lips once more as she lifted the woman’s skirt and rubbed the lacy panties. They felt soaked.

Mrs. Borenstern moaned as she humped against the hand that was teasing her. The attendant kissed her harder as she fingered the panties aggressively. Beverlee finally pulled away, trying to fan herself.

“Gawd, baby; you make me so wet!”

“Are you looking forward to hanging me, Mrs. Borenstern? I want you to enjoy my hanging, you know.”

“I don’t… I don’t know how I feel at this moment. I mean… you’re so special to us and all; you mean so much to us. We always look forward to our visits, hoping it’s your shift whenever we show up. I’m not sure if I… I mean if we want…” She paused as though uncertain.

Sheila smiled as she asked, “Have you ever talked about it before… between the two of you? Hanging me, I mean. Have you ever talked about what it would be like if you got me pregnant and had to hang me?”

Beverlee looked at her husband who had taken up a comfortable chair and was smiling as he watched them fondling each other. “Well… there was that one time; right Doug?” she replied sheepishly. “You got that girl pregnant we took in from the line outside. She put up such a fuss that Monique came to our room, took us all to a private snuff room and helped us hang that bitch personally, remember?”

“I remember, darling. As I recall she didn’t want to hang. Monique kept explaining the situation to her. But she acted as though the rules didn’t apply to her… or that they shouldn’t apply to her.”

“I think I remember seeing a video of that hanging,” Sheila mused as she continued gently rubbing Mrs. Borenstern’s panties with her fingers. “She certainly fought the noose all the way.”

“Gawd, that was such an erotic hanging,” Beverlee breathed. “Her nipples were so hard… her pussy all red and wet. Her clit was swollen as though she was turned on despite her terror. She fought so hard… kicked and fought so hard.” The woman was becoming breathless at the memory of the event.

Sheila breathed softly as she continued to rub the breathless woman’s crotch. “Would you like me to fight like that for you, Mrs. Borenstern? Would you like to see fear in my eyes? There’s probably going to be some anxiety on my part anyway once the noose tightens. I probably won’t be able to stop myself from being a little scared. And my body might very well fight against the noose. But if it’s going to turn you on even more, then you know how much I want to do it for you.”

“Well, that’s just it, Sheila. I was asking Doug after we hanged that girl how he would feel if he somehow got you pregnant. I wanted to know what he thought about it. He said you liked us so much you would probably hang willingly and would want to put on a good show for us.”

“Oh I do, Mrs. Borenstern.” She paused with a smile before quietly asking, “So it’s true then? You’ve thought about hanging me? Does the thought excite you?”

“Gawd yes, Sheila. I’m ashamed to admit this. But yes… yes, it excites me. I couldn’t help imagining your dance, picturing you fighting the noose, the possibility of you having an orgasm as your face turns red.”

“And now here we are,” the attendant murmured as she affectionately worked the woman out of her blouse.

“Sheila, I never thought it would be you. I never wanted you to get pregnant by us. I was… I guess I was afraid my thoughts would be like… bad karma for you.”

“But here I am anyway,” she breathed softly as she worked on the excited woman’s lacy bra. A few more seconds and it fell away as well.

“Yes, here you are,” Beverlee murmured breathlessly. “I’m almost sorry.” Mrs. Borenstern appeared to be embarrassed.

“Almost sorry? But why? Didn’t you want it to be me? When you found out you’d won the raffle, didn’t you hope it would be me?”

“Oh, of course not, honey! You’re our favorite and we love you! We love playing with you at the Club. Why we…”

“Darling?” Doug asked quietly, giving his wife a strange look as though seeing right through her. “Ever since we won, whenever I asked who you thought we might get, you always answered hesitantly before saying you were open to anyone. But I always got the impression you had someone in mind whose name you refused to share with me.”

“Oh honey. You know I was open to anyone.”

“But you had someone in mind, didn’t you. I think you had someone in mind, but you never told me.”

“Oh darling. Please don’t do this. I already feel bad enough as it is.”

“Why do you feel bad, Mrs. Borenstern? Don’t feel bad.”

“I feel bad, Sheila, because I was… I was thinking about who I wanted… and my thoughts may have condemned someone… you know… like those words ‘be careful what you wish for’?”

“Don’t be silly, Mrs. Borenstern. Your thoughts didn’t have anything to do with my volunteering.”

“Honey, are you saying you were hoping it was Sheila here?”

“Oh darling; I can’t! It’s… it’s not right!”

“Mrs. Borenstern? Were you hoping it was me you were going to be hanging today?” Sheila gently fondled the woman’s breasts as she slowly worked the skirt down off her legs.

Beverlee lowered her head in shame. “I feel… I feel so guilty.”

“Do you know how turned on I am knowing you want to hang me?”

Sheila took a nipple into her mouth and lovingly sucked on it as she rubbed Mrs. Borenstern’s panties. Beverlee writhed as she moaned softly. Then Doug smiled knowingly at his wife.

“So that explains why you reacted the way you did when she opened the door for us. Sheila is the one you wanted to hang all along; right, honey? Are you saying now you feel guilty about it?”

“Oh honey. I sort of feel bad it’s you. But I also feel bad because I’m so excited it’s you. I had this idea in my mind I was going to, well… throw myself into this one… especially since it’s going to be so personal.”

“Throw yourself into it, Mrs. Borenstern? In what way?” Now the panties were coming down.

“I was going to… be a little bit mean to you, honey.”

“Oh, Mrs. Borenstern. Do you know how aroused I am right now, knowing how much you want to hang me? Do you know how excited I am knowing you’re all turned on at the idea of getting to watch me dance in the air for your sexual pleasure? You can do whatever you want to me. Call me anything you want to call me. I just want to make this hanging special for you. I’ll do my best to channel any anxieties I feel into making this an erotic hanging for you.”

“Oh Sheila, you sexy bitch! Get over here!”

By now the attendant had her naked except for her heels. Beverlee was trembling so bad she could hardly stand. The comfortable chair behind her certainly seemed strategically placed.

She grabbed Sheila by a handful of hair as she fell back into it, dragging her with her. The attendant ended up on her knees with her face mashed between Beverlee’s legs. “Eat my cunt, baby! Eat my cunt before it’s time for us to hang your sexy ass!”

The attendant moaned as her tongue flicked out, her face mashed into the crotch of her favorite customer. Mrs. Borenstern held her head firmly in place, gasping for breath as she panted, “Yes, damn you! I’m so hot right now! Eat me, you sexy bitch! I can’t wait to hang your ass!”

Sheila moaned as her tongue lashed out. Then she nibbled on that swollen clit with her lips. Beverlee gasped and moaned…

“I feel so… I can’t hardly believe… oh fuck! Sweetheart, I can’t believe I’m actually going to watch you… oh fuck!”

Sheila moaned as Mrs. Borenstern shuddered hard in orgasm. Doug sat back and watched the erotic display while touching his bulge. “Damn!” he chuckled. “That didn’t take long. Sheila, you know my wife so very well.”

“It turns me on so much when she cums, Mr. Borenstern.” Then Sheila went back to licking and nibbling and tonguing.

“Oh fuck… oh gawd… shit! I’m so… oh fuck! Doug, it feels… darling, I can’t stop thinking…”

“You’re thinking how she’s going to hang for you; aren’t you, darling.”

“Oh fuck; yes! I’m thinking… how she’s going to swing and… FUCK!”

This time Beverlee let fly with her fluids. Sheila got a faceful, but she never let up. Doug had to open his pants for comfort, removing his erect cock and stroking it from the eroticism of it all.

Beverlee winced as she stiffened again. She cried out, “Ohmygawd; she’s gonna fucking hang for us, Doug!” Then she screamed a third orgasm, her body so highly aroused she couldn’t think straight.

She came down from her plateau, begging for a break. She caught sight of her husband sitting there with his cock in his hand. “Go suck his dick!” she panted, pointing in his direction.

Sheila turned and crawled over on her hands and knees. She wasted no time kissing and licking the shaft, making it twitch with her mouth and tongue. Her eyes twinkled merrily as she took him between her lips.

He gasped and sighed as she eagerly bobbed up and down on it. “Honey, she’s… fuck, she’s just as good as the last time we saw her!” Sheila moaned happily into the cock in her mouth as she redoubled her efforts.

“That slut deserves to hang!” Beverlee gasped excitedly.

She got down on the floor and crawled over to join them. When she got there she started groping, pawing and undressing the horny attendant. Sheila moaned again at the excitement of this couple enjoying her body before experiencing the pleasure of watching her swing.

“Slut… whore… suck it!” Mrs. Borenstern forced Sheila’s head onto her husband’s cock until it was buried in her mouth up to the hilt. She rasped and gurgled as she started to gag and moan. “Can’t breathe?” Beverlee gasped with sadistic glee. “The noose is going to feel a hundred times worse, baby!”

Sheila moaned with a mouthful of cock. It was getting hard to breathe. Her face was taking on a distinct reddish tint.

Mrs. Borenstern roughly pulled her off her husband’s cock. She threw her onto the floor, having removed all her clothes. She vigorously rubbed the attendant’s crotch, calling her all sorts of names just for sucking her husband’s dick.

“Slut… whore… I’m going to enjoy watching you hang, bitch!” Sheila gasped and whimpered, her nipples incredibly erect as her pussy lips began to swell.

“Whore…you like that? You fucking like that? You fucking like the idea of hanging for us?” Then Beverlee thrust her fingers into Sheila’s wet cunt and began fucking her hard.

“Fuck!” the aroused attendant cried out. That’s when Mrs. Borenstern wrapped a hand around her throat and choked her hard. “You’re going to get more of that when the noose takes your breath away, bitch!”

Sheila let out a garbled cry as her face turned red again. She stiffened before letting out a grunt. Then she was cumming hard.

Beverlee gasped with sadistic delight at witnessing the orgasm before letting go of the attendant’s throat. “You see this, Doug? See how she cums? You see how bad the bitch wants it? You want my husband’s dick before you hang, don’t you bitch!”

“Oh Mrs. Borenstern!” Sheila gasped deliriously as she was pulled back up onto her knees. Then she was forced to suck his dick again, taking it all the way down her throat.

“Doug, I’m so… fuck, I’m so hot right now! I shouldn’t… oh fuck; I’m so hot!” Then Beverlee cruelly made the attendant gag on his dick, moaning her excitement at forcing the young woman.

She pulled Sheila off his cock again, throwing her back onto the floor. Beverlee paused to catch her breath as the breathless attendant panted heavily. “Gawd, honey! I shouldn’t… but I want… I really want to hang you!”

“Oh Mrs. Borentstern!”

“Slut! Noose-whore!” Then Beverlee was violently finger-fucking the young woman all over again.

Sheila stiffened before crying out once more in orgasm. The whole damned thing was such a turn-on. She was doubly aroused knowing Mrs. Borenstern was so eager to hang her despite her feelings of attachment for her.

“Get over here, Doug!” his wife demanded. “Get over here and fuck her brains out!”

Her husband needed no further urging, considering how stiff his member had become. Now that his clothes were off he all but dived onto the sexy, naked attendant lying on the floor. In moments his cock was deep inside her as he pounded her hard.

“Fuck her – fuck her – fuck her! Then she’s gonna HANG!” That’s when Beverlee gleefully wrapped her hands around the young woman’s throat again.

Sheila rasped and shuddered as Mr. Borenstern fucked her hard. She was awash in a sea of fiery arousal. She wasn’t sure anything but a good hanging would ultimately put it out.

Her face turned red as Mrs. Borenstern choked her. “How’s it feel, bitch? Can’t breathe? The noose is going to do more to you than that… so much more!” Then the crazed woman choked her harder.

Sheila got to the point where she couldn’t breathe at all. It brought out a natural fear within her. But she tried to remind herself it was all for this sexy woman on her birthday.

“Fuck her, darling! Cum inside her! I want your cum leaking out of her cunt while she hangs!” Then he thrust hard with a cry as his balls started emptying inside the asphyxiated young woman.

Sheila let out a clipped cry. Then she shuddered hard in orgasm. She was on the verge of passing out before Mrs. Borenstern finally let go of her throat.

The sexy attendant gasped for breath, moaning weakly. Beverlee started to crawl back to her chair. But she grabbed the young woman by a handful of hair and dragged her over before sitting down and mashing her face into her cunt, telling her she wanted another orgasm before they hanged her.

Sheila’s strength returned as she dutifully licked and sucked. Despite her recent asphyxiations she never missed a beat. Then she felt Mr. Borenstern’s face from behind as he tongued her ass.

She grunted and moaned as she made Beverlee gasp and cry out. “Fuck, I don’t know how you… however did you learn how to… oh fuck, baby! I’m going to enjoy hanging you so much!”

“Oh Mrs. Borenstern!” Sheila panted excitedly. Then she dove into the woman’s muff, licking and slurping for all she was worth as the husband thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt.

Beverlee went off with a loud cry, orgasming right into the sexy attendant’s face. Sheila gave off a muffled scream a few moments later as Mr. Borenstern finger-fucked another orgasm out of her. Then the ladies panted wildly to catch their breath.

“Fuck, that was… ohmygawd! That was incredible, baby! You haven’t lost your touch!”

“I’m so pleased you liked it, Mrs. Borenstern.”

“Let me catch my breath. Then I think it’s time… it’s…” That’s when Beverlee’s enthusiasm ebbed a little, still not entirely certain she wanted to hang their favorite attendant.

“Time to hang me, Mrs. Borenstern? That’s ok; that’s why I’m here. You have no idea how hot it makes me knowing you both want to watch me swing. I’m so turned on I don’t think anything but a good hanging will put my fire out.”

“Oh baby!” and Mrs. Borenstern pulled the attendant toward her, kissing her fiercely.

After they pulled apart, Sheila slowly stood up. “I’m ready, Mrs. Borenstern,” she said in a trembling voice. “…that is, unless you want to fuck me some more. Do you want me to give you another orgasm before we do this?”

“Honey, I think I’m all orgasmed out for the moment.” Beverlee sounded hesitant again.

“Then I’m ready to give you your birthday present, Mrs. Borenstern.”

“Oh honey, are you sure?”

Sheila smiled as she took the woman by the hand and pulled her to her feet. She led her over to the noose above the chair. Then she kissed her one last time before murmuring, “I’m ready to hang for you, Mrs. Borenstern.”

Beverlee turned toward her husband. “Oh Doug. I don’t know if I can…” But she couldn’t finish her thought.

“She wants to do this for us, darling. Isn’t that right, Sheila?”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Borenstern. I can’t think of anything more exciting than knowing it will turn you on so much watching me hang to death.” Then she hesitantly climbed the chair, trembling as her nerves got to her a little.

“Oh, Doug! I’m just not sure!”

“You want to hang her; don’t you, darling?”

“Of course I do! I can’t help myself. But… it’s like she’s family, Doug! It’s like she’s our daughter!”

“You want to watch her hang; right?”

“Well… yes I do. It’s just that…”

“Then enjoy hanging our ‘daughter’, darling.”

“Yes, Mrs. Borenstern. Nothing would please me more than for you to enjoy watching me hang for you.”

“Oh, Sheila!”

The young woman reached up and took the noose into her hand. She slowly looped it around her throat, quivering as it touched her flesh. Then she snugged it up tight, causing her to inhale sharply.

Beverlee panted breathlessly at the erotic sight of the sexy attendant wearing the noose. Instinctively she began kissing her naked body all over. Mrs. Borenstern was all turned on again, feeling another orgasm starting to swell inside her.

She touched and caressed the trembling young woman all over, noticing how erect the nipples were. Sheila’s crotch appeared to be glistening. “Gawd, baby! I can’t believe… you’re really offering yourself to us! Damn! I can’t seem to… catch my breath!”

The attendant looked over and saw the husband standing there watching. Doug’s cock was erect and twitching. It made her smile as she panted, “Fuck! I’m so wet and horny seeing your cock hard like that, Mr. Borenstern.”

Beverlee looked over at her husband and smiled. “Doug, are you going to help me or not?”

“I’m going to give you a few moments with her first, honey.”

“I can’t believe… she’s going to hang for us… oh, FUCK!” Then she went back to planting wet kisses all over Sheila’s trembling form.

“Oh, Mrs. Borenstern. The way you’re groping me. I’m really excited right now. But I’m also a little scared. That doesn’t matter because I hope I’m turning you on. I hope I put on a wonderful performance for you and Mr. Borenstern.”

“Oh honey. You have no idea how turned on I am. You always do that to me.” Now Beverlee was caressing the young woman’s breasts.

“Oh, Mrs. Borenstern. It makes me so horny to see you like this. Tell me about my hanging. Tell me how I’m going to hang for you and Mr. Borenstern.”

“Oh, honey. Doug’s going to lift you up and I’m going to remove the chair. Then he’s going to let you down. The chair won’t be there anymore. It’ll just be the noose supporting your full weight.”

“Gawd, Mrs. Borenstern. Will it hurt? Will it hurt as I hang?”

“Oh, honey. The noose is going to take your breath away… and mine too. Your feet will search for the chair, but it won’t be there. Your face will twist into a grimace of pain as you realize what’s happening to you. Then your legs will start to kick and you’ll go into such an erotic dance and… Oh honey! Are you sure about this? I’m… I’m not sure…”

“You want me to hurt while I’m hanging in the noose; don’t you Mrs. Borenstern? You want me to kick and suffer, don’t you? Tell me you want to watch me kick and suffer. It scares me, but it also excites me so much knowing you want to watch me to kick and suffer.”

“I shouldn’t feel this way about it, honey. But yes… yes! I want you to suffer, damnit! I’m so wet right now!”

“Show me, Mrs. Borenstern. Show me how wet you are.”

Beverlee reached down and thrust two fingers into her own dripping snatch. She moaned as she finger-fucked herself. Then she pulled the fingers out and thrust them into Sheila’s open mouth.

“Mmmmm. You’re really wet, Mrs. Borenstern. Is m-my hanging going to make you cum?”

“Oh gawd, honey. I shouldn’t feel this way… not about you – our favorite attendant. But I’m on fire right now. And so is Doug,” she added when she turned to see her husband standing there stroking himself as he watched them together.

“Oh, Mr. Borenstern. It makes me so hot seeing you stroking like that. Are you stroking because I’m standing on this chair with the noose around my neck waiting to h-hang for you?”

“Yes I am, honey. You’re having that kind of effect on me right now.”

“Oh Mr. Borenstern. I’m getting nervous… and yet I’m so excited. Can you feel how excited I am right now, Mrs. Borenstern?”

Beverlee thrust those same fingers into the young woman’s glistening opening. Sheila gasped and moaned, shuddering with fear and arousal at her imminent demise.

“Oh honey. I want to be so cruel to you!”

“Do it, Mrs. Borenstern. Show me how much you’re going to enjoy watching me hang for you. Gawd, I… I think I’m going to cum!”

“Oh, you’re going to cum all right. That noose is going to strangle an orgasm right out of your slut body. You’re going to suffer and then you’re going to CUM!” And with that Beverlee rammed her fingers hard up the trembling woman’s cunt.

Sheila winced and shuddered as she gushed fluids all over the woman’s hand. Mrs. Borenstern was so turned on that she almost climaxed right then and there. But she wanted to save the next one she was going to have until the sexy attendant was dangling in midair.

“Whore! Fucking whore! See what you did? You came all over my hand! Clean my fingers off, bitch!”

She almost thrust her whole hand between the young woman’s lips. Sheila moaned as she tried to clean the fingers with her tongue. She was trembling from her heightened fear and arousal. But there was no going back, not if she wanted to give Mrs. Borenstern the best birthday present ever.

Beverlee became more aggressive as she groped and pawed the young woman. The way her body trembled, the growing fear in her eyes… it was intoxicating as hell. This was going to be her best present ever.

Once more she felt that resistance at hanging their favorite attendant. But she knew how much Sheila wanted her to enjoy herself. Beverlee had to push her hesitations to the back of her mind as she threw herself into the moment.

“Get over here, Doug. It’s time to hang this fucking whore! It’s time for her to feel the noose strangling the very life out of her.”

Sheila gasped as she shuddered involuntarily. Her fear and excitement ratcheted up another notch. But she was determined to go through with this, not that she had a choice anymore with the noose around her throat. She just hoped her body would put on the best show ever for Mrs. Borenstern to enjoy despite her increased anxiety.

Beverlee could feel her excitement growing. It was swelling within her. Seeing the sexy bitch hanging from the noose was going to push her right over the edge. But now her hesitations wanted to return.

Could she really go through with this? Could she help her husband hang their favorite attendant?? Wasn’t it inhuman to feel such excitement at wanting to watch this young woman hang to death for their enjoyment??

A small voice in the back of her head was nagging her to take the attractive attendant down from the chair. Beverlee almost hesitated again. But the eroticism of the moment – coupled with the reminder of Sheila’s verbal desire to do this for her birthday – won out.

“Pick her up, Doug!” she instructed. Her husband dutifully wrapped his arms around the young woman and lifted her up off the chair. Beverlee picked up the furniture and moved it out of harm’s way.

She didn’t have to tell him to lower the attendant back down. He was already doing that the moment the chair had been removed. Sheila’s eyes opened wide in alarm as the rope tightened around her throat.

She rasped for breath as it took her full weight. Mr. Borenstern let go of her and then stepped back. Instinctively Sheila’s bare feet began fluttering in vain for the floor.

Finding no solid footing below made her kick a little harder. Her face grimaced in response to the constriction of the noose around her throat. Mrs. Borenstern deliriously gasped, “Oh Doug; just look at her!”

Sheila’s legs pedaled a little harder. But the chair did not return. She tried to reach out with her legs toward Mr. Borenstern for support. He simply took an additional step backward.

Her legs scissored back and forth as she hitched in the noose. Then Sheila let out a garbled cry. Her legs began to kick as she humped outwardly, fluid spewing out of her cunt.

“Oh Doug; she’s cumming! OhmyGAWD; SHE’S SQUIRTING!”

Beverlee drunkenly stumbled backward until she fell into that chair behind her. Immediately she cried out as she furiously fingered herself, her legs spread lewdly. Sheila began to kick more violently as Mrs. Borenstern shuddered from an intense orgasm.

Mr. Borenstern stroked his dick as he watched excitedly. He could tell how much it was hurting the young woman. But he told himself to enjoy the performance no matter how much it looked like she was suffering. Deep down she would probably want it that way.

Sheila had no idea it would hurt like that. Her body reacted instinctively as her feet searched for the floor. She virtually had no control over what she was doing.

She kicked and danced as she fought the noose, her orgasm giving her but a moment’s respite. Ultimately nothing seemed to relieve the strain on her neck. She could feel her face getting hotter from lack of oxygen.

She saw Mrs. Borenstern furiously masturbating. Nearby Mr. Borenstern was stroking his cock as though he was going to cum soon. Seeing them enjoy her performance penetrated the fog of pain she was in.

She tried to force a smile to her lips. Then she began to hump the air, somehow thrusting her chest outward. She had regained some semblance of control over her motor functions.

“OHGAWD, DOUG; SHE’S FUCKING THE AIR! OHMYFUCKINGGAWD!” Then Beverlee was cumming again, thrusting her hips out as though trying to fuck the woman in the noose from her position in the chair.

The noose tightened ominously around her throat, making it harder to draw a breath. Panic settled in as Sheila lost what little control she had left. Then her body went wild as she fought the noose, kicking and twitching and hitching like crazy as her arms jerked behind her back.

“OH DOUG – OH DOUG – OH DOUG!” Then Beverlee couldn’t speak anymore. She was cumming hard, bucking and shuddering in the chair.

The attendant spewed fluid from her crotch for a second time as she humped the air. Mrs. Borenstern barely manage to cry out, “FUCK; SHE’S SQUIRTING AGAIN!” before she shuddered hard. This was beyond erotic.

With one last hard jerk Sheila hung limp. She gently swung back and forth, her toes fluttering. Her chest was on fire; she could hardly believe it.

“FUCK HER ASS, DOUG; FUCK HER ASS!” And with that Mr. Borenstern walked up behind her. She was close enough to the ground for him to penetrate her anus until she hung fully impaled on his cock.

Her legs twitched a little as drool spilled off her lips onto her breasts. Her toes fluttered, her neck receiving no respite despite being impaled on his dick. She just hung there impaled on his cock, cum leaking out of her flaring cunt in full view of Mrs. Borenstern.

“Ohmygawd! Honey, you look… OHMYGAWD!” Then Beverlee climaxed again, wincing at how intense it felt as the dangling attendant twitched and jerked, impaled on her husband’s dick.

More drool spilled off her lips as Mr. Borenstern reached around to grope and fondle her. He reached down to finger her pussy, telling his wife, “She’s still twitching, darling. My gawd; her cunt and ass are really clenching!”

“Oh Doug, she’s… she’s incredible! I can’t fucking BELIEVE it! Oh honey, you’re so… it’s so… I don’t fucking know what to… aauugghh!” and she was orgasming again.

Sheila was dimly aware of the response of the Borensterns. She tried to force a smile to her lips but couldn’t. She tried to tell them how glad she was they were enjoying themselves. But she couldn’t say anything… couldn’t even make a muscle respond to her commands.

She was aware of Mr. Borenstern’s cock up her ass and his fingers in her cunt. All she could do was squeeze reflexively. She had no control; she could only hope he was enjoying himself.

She started to panic as her eyes failed and she lost sight of them. She could no longer feel anything below her waist. It scared her, but a part of her realized it was probably normal – if you could call hanging to death “normal”.

Stray muscles tried to fire as her toes twitched a little. She couldn’t make her cuffed hands move anymore. The last thing she heard was the splatter of urine directly below her as her bladder gave way. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

“Oh honey!” Mrs. Borenstern gasped drunkenly at the unmoving attendant. “You were… you were the greatest!”

Mr. Borenstern let out a gasp of relief as his dick emptied itself inside the young woman. “She just… darling, she just milked my cock! Fuck; that felt great!”

“Oh honey! I’m sure she did it just for you!”

“A nice sentiment, darling. But I don’t think she’s conscious now. She’s still clenching a little, but not like before.”

“I didn’t even think to ask about her messing the floor, honey.”

“I’m sure we won’t have to worry about it, darling.” Then his cock softened enough for him to pull out.

He stepped out around the dangling attendant to admire her dangling, naked body. Her head was tipped to one side, her tongue protruding a little as droll dripped onto her tits. There was a strange look in her eyes as though the pain at the end had been replaced with some sort of pleasure or happiness. Her neck appeared to have stretched a little.

“Oh honey,” Mrs. Borenstern panted as she slowly got to her feet. She walked up to the dangling body as tears filled her eyes. Then she embraced the hanged woman.

“Baby, it was wonderful! You were fabulous! Honey, it was the best present you could have ever given us!”

The tears welled up in her eyes and she began to sob. She was going to miss her terribly. Then her husband sympathetically wrapped his arms around them both in a group hug.

(Feb 28 ’18)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on May 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming June rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates (Susan and Christina’s danger), and of Jaime and her husband watching the Club fundraiser.
Nikki wants to be famous at the end using a plastic bag.
Yaria has an escape act in a Houdini tank she’d like to try.
Terrie’s New Year’s Eve does not go as planned.
And anything else I can think of.

April stories/rewards will fall off at the end of May to make room for June rewards. It’s been an interesting month with some stresses. That just reminds me how much I appreciate you all for being my patrons. Thank you so much.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Requiem for a Breathhold part 2 (plus bonus) (5-6-18)

11808 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of new stories. Included is the conclusion to JustPaul’s teacher story with several renders added as illustrations.

Requiem for a Breathhold (part 2) – Ms. Lee finally breaks down and shares with Monica her dark past. Will it result in the end of their relationship? Will they still go out and freedive together? And will both of them make it back alive? Or will the teacher’s past finally catch up to her? (23 pages; 16 JustPaul illustrations)

Seducing the writer – Randy is at a resort soaking in the tub late at night when he gets a naked visitor. He tells her he writes underwater stories. So she wants to know what kind of story he would write about her. And she seems quite willing to act out the parts in order to help him tell a better story (presented as dialogue). (11 pages)

Shelly 16 (plus bonus) (5-16-18)

8114 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a return to Shelly. Included is a JustPaul illustrated story I wrote recently that I wanted to include for your reading pleasure.

Shelly 16 – It’s time for Shelly to get her comeuppance. She has no idea her friends are looking forward to this as much as I am, considering all the things she allowed me to do to them. They want to pay her back too. (13 pages)

Vanessa’s Little Friend – Vanessa wants to go out on the zodiac for some private “me” time. Paul is willing to go with her, but she wants to go alone. Will it prove to be a huge mistake? (14 pages; 24 pictures)

(Bonus: Clip is WMV and is 2:30 in length)

Scuba Combo IV (reactivated 5-16-18)

8285 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older scuba stories marked at a good price, recently edited with an additional 2700 words (almost another story in size). Included are preview picture illustrations taken from the older Aquafantasies video clips. (43 pages in all with a total of 62 illustrating pictures)

The other woman – Melissa is determined to make Bobbi Jo pay for fucking her husband. A trip out to sea is just the ticket to tie her up, send her to the bottom and tease her with the reg before letting her bubble her last. But Melissa’s churning emotions and a faulty gauge may bring about her own downfall.

All tied up and nowhere to go – Diane wants one last dive before the weather turns bad. She dives down to the sea bed where she discovers some rope attached to the bottom. So she decides to play with it, entangling it around her neck with erotic fantasies until she loses track of time and fails to pay attention to her dwindling air supply.

The Whiner – He’s trying to take her to good dive locations. She is hard to please. She finally makes him settle on a spot he believes is not a safe diving location. But she’s had enough of his suggestions and dives alone, only to discover his warnings should have been heeded when she is attacked on the bottom by another diver.

Team Discipline 3 (plus bonus)

9280 words – $5.00

 

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a couple of older stories, a wet/dry mix that also features your favorite club in action.

Team Discipline 3 – Erin and Craig must breath-hold while Lorraine leads the synchro team in some maneuvers. But a part of the routine includes breaking off to swim down to touch and fondle the two secured breath-holders. (7 pages)

Vanessa’s Education 3 – Jim and I watch as Vanessa gets the full treatment. She rides the electric chair, gets a taste of the rope around her neck and then is mercilessly fucked, including giving Jim a foot-job without knowing who she was giving it to. (7 pages)

(Plus an unadvertised bonus story where she “bubbles” for a show.) (5 pages)

Top Billing (plus bonus) (reactivated 5-25-18)

10592 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a repost of a pair of picture stories from the old Aqua Fantasies company.

Top Billing – One of the models attempts to secure the valuable position of “Top Billing” in order to be paid more money to help get her out of debt. But she encounters resistance along the way. Will she pay a heavy price for her ambition? (36 pages; 57 pics)

Lifeguard – April has just qualified for lifeguard school and wants to practice on her friend and roommate Maggie before life takes the two in opposite directions. But will her lack of training cost them both dearly? (15 pages; 25 pics)

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Brenda’s special talent 4.2 (14)

Posted on May 24, 2018 by riwa

Brenda’s special talent

Brenda had a personality trait that often caused problems in her life. She liked to spend money. And she had two great loves that made it much too easy to whip out the credit card.

The first was shopping. She had more clothes than she needed. And she usually found it impossible to resist that new outfit she saw in the window.

The other was gambling. Perhaps she believed she could win her way back to prosperity. But her debts constantly seemed to remain just out of reach of her ability to pay them off.

Brenda kept fit by working out, another expense she justified as a need to keep her attractive figure for her job. She worked in a casino as a waitress where the pretty ladies usually got the better tips. But her job was both a blessing and a curse as she worked in a place where the temptation to gamble was great.

She picked up extra money by following men up to their suite. Sometimes she gave them a lap dance, and sometimes she did a little striptease. She tried to be careful with the men she chose to accompany up to their rooms. But it was a risk she was willing to take, especially when they had the money she needed to work her way out of the debt she was in.

Brenda had a special talent. It involved holding her breath underwater. And she was quite good at it.

She could hold her breath up to three minutes at a time. And she was working on staying underwater even longer. She liked to practice by lying at the bottom of her tub until her lungs began to strain as she pushed herself.

It occurred to her she might be able to use her special talent to impress her clients, thus getting them to pay more for her visits to their suites. So she started telling them she could hold her breath underwater in the tub for them while they watched. She offered to show them her ability so long as they would pay her extra.

The first man she held her breath for was one of her regular clients who was curious about her underwater ability. So she went up to his room, stripped down to her underwear and then got into the Jacuzzi tub he had filled. She let him time her, showing him she could indeed hold her breath underwater for three minutes.

He seemed to like it and was willing to pay extra to watch her hold her breath. So he passed this new information on to some of his friends. Soon Brenda was making extra money by holding her breath in Jacuzzi tubs for more clients.

At first she did it while wearing underwear or a bikini. Sometimes she wore a sexy negligee for a special client. She was willing to do whatever it took so long as they paid extra to watch her.

She liked the way her clients responded while she was underwater, especially when she showed them how determined she was to hold her breath. They seemed to like watching her stomach spasm as her breasts wobbled from breathless contractions. Some of them paid more for her to push herself beyond her stated limits.

Brenda quickly learned she could make even more money if she held her breath naked. Since she often did a striptease for her clients, it was no problem getting into the tub nude for her breath-holds. It also meant not needing a change of underwear after each performance.

One night one of her customers asked for something special. He wanted to watch her touch herself all over while she held her breath. Since he was willing to pay extra, she was more than willing.

She rubbed herself all over while he watched. She could tell by the bulge in his trousers how much he enjoyed it. Soon she was making a point of touching herself for other clients as well, earning herself larger tips during her breath-holds.

Brenda went even further by adding a little underwater masturbation to her performances. Her clients paid more to watch her play with herself while she was lying underwater. She soon discovered she liked the pleasurable sensations she experienced as she touched herself while holding her breath.

One day she told one of her regulars she would use a vibrator if he paid her even more. He loved the idea, agreeing to give her more money if she would hold her breath while masturbating. So Brenda entered the Jacuzzi tub with a vibrator in her hand.

She traced lines with it all over her body, rubbing it back and forth over her nipples to make them nice and hard. She put it between her breasts, giving it a nice titty-fuck for her client. Then she released sexy bubbles to make him think she was struggling a little.

As her lungs burned, Brenda put the vibrator into her pussy and started fucking herself with it. He timed her with his watch until she reached the number of minutes he’d paid for. He got off watching her, and she certainly enjoyed using the toy as a part of her act.

On another occasion a client offered to pay her more if she would actually cum underwater while holding her breath. Brenda was certainly agreeable as she always looking for more ways to make a little extra money. So she went up to his room after her shift was over and fucked herself underwater with her toy while holding her breath.

It wasn’t as hard to make herself cum as she thought it would be. She realized she’d actually been holding back during her performances so she wouldn’t cum in front of a client. As a result, her first orgasm in front of a customer was rather easy, a glorious cum with lots of bubbles as her head shook from side to side.

To her surprise it was easy making herself cum underwater. Maybe it was the way she felt so out of breath that enhanced her orgasms. Now she made it a part of her breath-holding performances so long as the customer paid extra for it.

It wasn’t long before the money started rolling in. The problem was she continued her shopping and gambling addictions to the point where she was making very little headway paying off her debts. It made her take on even more clients for those private shows up in their suites.

Her sister Carol didn’t think it was a very good idea. And her co-worker Miriam thought she was playing a dangerous game. One day during a break in their shift she confronted her. “Brenda, one of these days you’re going to get into trouble.”

“I can handle myself. I work out, you know.”

“But you go up to their room where no one is around in case you might need some help.”

“I don’t need any help, Miriam. Besides, I’m making good tips from these guys. They love it when I masturbate while holding my breath underwater.”

“What if one of these guys wants you to hold your breath longer?”

“Then I’ll hold my breath longer, so long as he pays me enough.”

“But what if you run into one of those guys who likes to drown women?”

“Oh Miriam. They’re never going to drown me, not if it means l won’t be able to hold my breath for them anymore. That would be stupid. Besides, these guys are rich. They want to keep me around to pay me.”

“That’s what I mean, Brenda. They’ll drown you because they’re rich and can get away with it.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea going up to their room, getting naked, and then going underwater for them. What if one of them wants to keep you down too long?”

“Would you stop worrying, Miriam? I’ll be fine.”

Brenda didn’t tell her she’d already had one such incident. One of her regulars had paid a little extra to push down on her breasts while she was lying on the bottom of the tub. But he’d kept her down a little too long. She’d burst up gasping for breath, telling him to be more careful or she wouldn’t hold her breath for him anymore.

She was a little more cautious whenever she was meeting a new guy. But she didn’t worry about her regulars. She thought she knew them well enough, especially since they paid good money to the point where she did a lot of things for them.

Brenda got a text from one of her favorite clients. Heinrich was going to be in town and wanted to see her again. He’d seen one of her breath-holding performances before. But he’d never seen her masturbate underwater. He was looking forward to it.

Brenda saw dollar signs in her eyes as she planned for Heinrich’s arrival. He was generous with his tips, usually paying extra if he thought she’d given him a sexy performance. Besides, she was a little low on funds right now. So she decided to go all out for him.

Miriam caught up to her as her shift was ending. She saw Brenda wearing a special outfit which made her suspicious. “You only wear that when you’re going up to someone’s room later. Are you entertaining another man tonight?”

Brenda laughed at her. “You’re really missing out, Miriam. You could be getting big tips if only you would put on a performance in their suite like I do.”

“I’m not a slut like you are, Brenda.”

“Oh, you’re a slut all right. You just go about it a little differently. You could make good money if you tried holding your breath for some of these guys in private. On second thought you’d better let me do it. I don’t want you taking my customers away.”

Miriam shook her head as her coworker laughed at her. “One of these days you’re going to get into trouble, Brenda.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Oh shut up.”

Brenda checked her text messages. She discovered Heinrich had arrived and had already checked into a suite on the 20th floor. She was invited to go right up and meet him.

She felt a surge of excitement as she walked to the elevator. Heinrich was usually very generous whenever she was in his room. If she played her cards right she might walk out tonight a thousand dollars richer.

She knocked on the door with growing excitement. He opened it up and smiled at her. She hugged him as she told him she’d missed him. Of course she always missed the clients who paid well.

After a little chit-chat he motioned he was ready to get started. Then he laid out a bunch of bills on the dresser. Brenda was excited knowing she was going to make a lot of money tonight.

She started by giving him a sexy striptease, the kind she knew he enjoyed. She ground her crotch into his lap to turn him on. Once she was down to her sexy lingerie she went over to the Jacuzzi tub and turned the water on.

She took out her vibrator and started running it all over her body. She could tell by the look in his eyes how much he loved what she was doing to him. When she was done she hoped he might add a really nice tip to that stack of bills on the dresser.

She kept playing with herself with her toy until she had really gotten herself all turned on. Then she got into the tub. He stood up and came over for a closer look, an obvious bulge in his pants.

This is my first breath-hold,” she told him with a smile. She filled her lungs and then submerged with a burble. She traced the toy all over her naked body, feeling the excitement swell inside her as she slowly took off her lingerie for him.

He timed her with his watch, calling out the numbers to her. At two minutes she was naked as she came up for a breath. “Now I’ll do 2:30,” she said as she gave him another sexy smile, knowing he liked her to go longer and longer each time.

She got a big breath before she went back down. Once more she traced the toy all over her naked body. It made her nipples hard until she felt like she was getting close to cumming.

At 2:30 she came back up, a seductive smile on her face. She could tell by the look in his eyes how much he was enjoying her performance. It gave her such a feeling of power over him.

“Now I’m going to do three,” she told him with a smile. “And I’m going to show you how a woman uses this to get herself off.” She hefted her toy in front of him before she submerged once more, little bubbles leaking out of her nose.

She laid flat on the bottom of the Jacuzzi as she started using her toy. It felt good as she teased herself with it. She had to be careful not to cum too soon as she wanted to time it close to the three minute mark.

At two minutes she felt a little burn in her lungs. It filled her with excitement as she began to thrust harder with her vibrator. Heinrich looked like he was going to cream his pants from his excitement.

At 2:30 her lungs were straining. She started thrusting harder and faster. When he called out, “Three minutes!” she thrust hard until she fucked an orgasm out of her quivering body.

She screamed her pleasure before bursting up gasping loudly for breath. “That was sexy as hell!” Heinrich gasped. The stain in his pants agreed with his assessment.

“Want me to go again?” she asked coyly as she batted her eyes at him. “Pay me more and you can feel my breasts while I’m underwater. Pay me even more and I’ll go to 3:30.”

He quickly reached into his wallet and pulled out some more bills. He walked over and laid them on top of the growing pile of cash on the dresser before returning to the Jacuzzi tub. Brenda smiled as she filled her lungs before submerging once again.

He checked his watch before pushing down on her breasts. She moaned as she rubbed herself with her toy. She liked how sexy it made her feel the way some of her clients pushed down on her boobs. They were always willing to pay more to touch her like that.

She used her toy as he groped and fondled her. She moaned up bubbles, giving Heinrich a sexy smile. He was really getting his money’s worth… but she was enjoying the encounter as well, especially with that growing pile of cash on the dresser.

She could feel the burn in her lungs; she was running out of breath again. She released a few bubbles to ease the strain. Heinrich smiled at her as he pushed down on her breasts, a look of lust in his eyes.

Brenda started fucking herself once more as he checked his watch. Now her lungs were really burning. He told her she still had another minute to go.

She hoped she hadn’t released too many bubbles. It was going to be hard enough reaching 3:30. But she could tell this orgasm was going to be huge.

Her chest heaved as her face grimaced. He called out, “Three minutes!” She thrust the buzzing toy hard into her pussy to help distract her. But her lungs really needed air.

She could tell by the expression in his eyes how turned on he was. She forced herself to hold her breath a few seconds longer… and then a few seconds after that. Then her orgasm exploded inside her.

She expelled her breath in huge bursts as she writhed back and forth. Her need for air diminished as the orgasm claimed her. It felt wonderful.

She saw the smile on his face; it was obvious he’d enjoyed her performance. She was sure he was going to leave her a good tip. Then her need for air returned in a rush.

“3:30, Brenda!” he called out. “Go to 4:00. Drown for me and I’ll pay you more!”

She winced as she tried to force herself to go longer. But the fire in her lungs was too great. Her chest heaved continuously, her stomach rippling.

It was too hard; she wanted up. He just glanced at his watch as he pushed down on her tits. “3:45!” he called out. “Keep going, honey! You can do it!”

Brenda felt dizzy and disoriented. She wanted up in the worst way. She didn’t think she could hold her breath much longer.

She finally let go of her toy, leaving it buzzing in her pussy as she grabbed his arms. She tried to pry them off her boobs, urging him to let her up. He just glanced at his watch before excitedly calling out, “You’re almost there, Brenda!”

Her chest heaved, she was really dizzy. Her face felt flushed as her stomach rippled again and again. She grimaced in agony as she lost a few more bubbles.

“You’re at four; you’re at four! Now drown for me, Brenda!” That’s when she looked up at him in alarm. Didn’t he realize she couldn’t stay down any longer??

She clawed at his arms, but he pushed down harder on her boobs. She shook her head back and forth as bubbles spewed out of her mouth. Then she panicked as she started kicking and thrashing about in the tub.

“Yeah, Brenda; just like that!” and her eyes opened wide in horror. Then she expelled the last of her breath. It geysered up out of her mouth before she gulped water down her throat.

She gurgled as she started swallowing water, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her arms flailed helplessly as her legs kicked less and less. Stray bubbles came out of her gaping mouth as she stared upward in horror…

“YES, BRENDA; JUST LIKE THAT!” Heinrich was overly excited now. The stain in his pants grew as he creamed himself again.

She began to settle at the bottom of the tub. Her naked body hitched less and less as a couple of small bubbles slipped out of her mouth. She stared upward in astonishment over the way he’d kept her down so long. Then the life winked out of her eyes.

He enthusiastically groped her breasts as the surface of the water grew calm. He grabbed her toy and fucked her with it. There was a discoloration in the water from where she had discharged some fluid. Apparently she’d experienced one last orgasm while she was drowning.

He panted for breath as he touched her all over. Her nipples were hard from the fear and excitement her body had experienced. She looked so incredibly sexy lying there at the bottom of the tub.

Heinrich panted for breath. As far as he was concerned it had been Brenda’s best performance of her life. He would always remember it fondly.

He looked down at her naked body as a small bubble slipped out of her mouth. He touched her all over, pulling the toy out of her and feeling with his finger how wet her pussy was. It made him tremble with a perverse excitement.

He finally went over and scooped up all the cash off the dresser. He put it back in his wallet before changing into a different pair of pants so no one would see the stain he’d created from cumming. Then he called the front desk, telling them he’d invited Brenda up to his room but that she’d taken a bath and must have accidently drowned herself before he’d come back from running an errand.

2018 (Written for Brenda Mar 26 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a chat.)

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