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Update/My 12 unpleasant days of Christmas 2.3 (3)

Posted on December 24, 2016 by riwa

Brief update: My mom is doing fine, except for a bee problem she has. I don’t know if she will still have it after winter, but she may have some bees to get rid of. She’d gotten snow and cold temps and was forced to get another car. But she says it started right up even though it was below zero.

My ex is doing fine. I still go every week for an hour to put a smile on her face. She has adapted remarkably well to a situation that would drive me nuts. And the nurses all seem to like her.

I’m doing well even with the recent snows we’ve had. I walk to some places close by and I’m careful not to walk too fast so I don’t slip and fall and break my neck. And my doctor visits this last fall indicate I seem to be doing well.

So you can see my life is pretty boring. And instead of trying to come up with something for a whole blog update, I combined it into a story to go with the season so you have something to enjoy, kind of like my last blog where I did have a toothache, but I invented something additional to give you all a fun reading experience.

I hope all of you are doing well. Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And thanks for stopping by and reading the stories I upload. Now on with the show…

I have a problem this Christmas. It’s about my current girlfriend Marilyn. I think I’m going to have to break up with her.

I don’t think she understands me when it comes to giving gifts. And I think she’s somehow related to my last girlfriend. Either that or she thinks she’s being funny as hell.

My last girlfriend put me in debt up to my neck. And it’s all because of last Christmas. Now I think my current girlfriend is doing the same thing.

Last year I was trying to figure out what to give my girlfriend Janice when this truck from a nursery pulled up. They were delivering a pear tree to be installed in my yard. And they had a partridge in a cage to go along with it.

There was just one problem.

I live in an apartment so I’m not allowed to plant a pear tree in the courtyard. Besides, the ground was frozen. But I wasn’t allowed to return it.

I knew of a dairy farm outside of town. I called and asked if the farmer was interested in planting a pear tree since I had one to dispose of. The farmer said he would take it, but I would have to pay to have it installed.

I tried to call my girlfriend back to explain what happened. But the call went straight to voice mail. She was out of town visiting relatives. So I was stuck with this partridge in this bird cage in my apartment.

The next day I got another delivery – two turtle doves. I’m not much of a bird person. But I didn’t know who else to pawn them off on. Now I had three little mouths to feed.

I called my girlfriend again, trying to tell her they’d arrived. I wanted to explain to her how impractical this all was because I was not equipped to house them. Once more, my call went straight to voicemail.

The next day I got three French hens. But there was no way I would be allowed to put up a chicken coup in the courtyard. So I had three more birds inside my apartment. At least I had the possibility of getting some eggs out of the deal. But now my cozy confines were becoming a little crowded.

The arrival of four calling birds the next day did not help matters any. They were noisy as hell and I didn’t know what to do with them. I figured my best option was to try getting rid of all my birds.

I put out several calls, but was stymied at every turn. I figured maybe it was time to build an aviary somewhere. Perhaps with the farmer’s permission I could put one up on that dairy farm I knew about.

The arrival of the 5 gold rings was a nice surprise. I figured she’d had her fun with me and had sent me something I could pawn to pay for dealing with all those birds. By now the apartment was starting to smell. And the neighbors on either side of me were complaining about the noise.

The arrival of the geese the next day was not pleasant. I had no place for them, no room to fit them in my apartment. I tried leaving them outside, hoping they would fly south for the winter. But that didn’t work.

I had been putting it off, but I finally called that farmer and asked if I could put up an aviary on his property and house all my birds out there. He told me I could so long as I paid for it. My Christmas was becoming more and more expensive.

I had to sell one of the gold rings to build the aviary on his property. I also lost my eggs when I sent over the French hens. But I decided it was a small loss since I didn’t want any birds in my apartment.

When the swans showed up in the next day’s delivery truck, I was more than a little put out. I had them sent over to my aviary. But they put up quite a ruckus as apparently they needed some water to do a little swimming in to soothe them. So I had to put in a little stream that circulated throughout the interior of the aviary. That resulted in the selling of another ring. I found myself praying that would be the last of the birds.

Imagine my surprise when eight Swiss maids showed up the next day. But all they were good for was milking. So I sent them off to the farmer, telling him to put them to work if he could. He agreed so long as I paid to house and feed them. There went another of my gold rings.

I have no idea what my girlfriend was thinking when she sent me the lady dancers the next day. I’m not a dancer and I don’t have a band to play music for them. Again, I sent them over to the farmer to see what he could do with them.

When the lords showed up the following day, I was really starting to worry. I had nothing for them to do. But I told them where they could go find some musically inclined ladies. Maybe they could all go leaping and dancing together or something like that. So I sent them over to see the farmer. But I had to hock another gold ring to pay to house them.

I was going crazy when the pipers showed up the next day. I have no idea what my girlfriend was thinking. Yes, I used to be a musician. But that was many decades ago. And I wasn’t interested in learning how to play a pipe. So I sent them off to the farmer as well, hoping they could serenade the lords and ladies while the maids did their milking at the farm.

When the drummers arrived the last day, I sent an angry voicemail to my girlfriend telling her I was breaking up with her. I had to sell my last gold ring, and I was forced to put the remaining debts on a couple of credit cards. The season was becoming more miserable as Christmas approached.

I sent off the drummers to the farm, hoping that might be the end of it. But the next day I got a call from the farmer. He told me I needed to do something as he couldn’t take it anymore.

He said the maids were slow as molasses when it came to milking, especially when he had equipment that could do the job much faster. Then there was this row caused by the maids herding some cows down the highway in a parade while the ladies danced, the lords leaped, and the drum and piper corps followed up the rear. I guess they blocked traffic, and several citations were issued.

I told him to tell everyone my credit cards were maxing out and that I could no longer pay to house them anymore. I told him they could all do what they wanted and to take care of things himself. I no longer wanted this thing hanging over my head.

I thought all was cool for a couple days. Then the farmer called me and told me I’d better come over. He said things had taken an ominous turn and for me to come have a look.

I asked him what was going on. He told me he had told everyone they could do whatever they wanted, but they had three days to get off his farm. But for some reason things had gotten out of hand.

I drove to his farm where he took me out back. I wasn’t expecting what I saw when we entered the first building. It wasn’t filled with livestock. Instead, those maids were being subjected to some very cruel, medieval tortures by the pipers and half the drummers.

Most of the girls were naked and in some sort of bondage. Two of them were actually in milking machines. I couldn’t believe the way those breasts were being enlarged while those milkers sucked on their tits.

I found a third girl being dunked in a trough of cold water. The guys seemed to enjoy listening to her cries and her gasps for breath. “That’s nothing, the farmer told me. “They took a fourth girl to the aviary, put in a sawmill waterwheel, and now they have her tied to that. She gets dunked every time the wheel spins around.”

Another girl was tied down to a rack, her arms and legs being stretched out as a piper applied a branding iron to her. Still another was in the stocks with weights attached to her nipples, grotesquely pulling her nipples down as the guys took turns paddling her behind. One girl was hanging from the air by her secured wrists, and was getting a serious flogging. I saw red welts on both sides of her naked body.

The last one was on her hands and knees sucking the cocks of the men not needed elsewhere. I was asked if I wanted to have my cock sucked. I politely declined.

“Is this all?” I asked the farmer in astonishment.

“That’s not the half of it.” Then he directed me to the other large building out back. What I saw in there was even worse.

The lords and remaining drummers were hanging those dancing ladies. I guess they had taken the “dancing” part a little too literally. Four were already dangling naked side by side.

The first three were gently swaying while the fourth was still kicking a little. I saw more nooses waiting to be used. A fifth girl was being noosed up on top of a bale of straw. She looked frightened out of her wits.

Two other ladies were in a bed of straw being gang-banged. The last two were sitting on bales of straw buck-naked. They were masturbating as though the whole damned thing was a huge turn-on.

I went over to them and asked why they didn’t run away. “The lords would only catch us, bring us back and hang us anyway,” they told me. “Besides, we never realized how erotic it would be watching our friends hang naked. We think we’re going to get good orgasms out of the deal before we’re dead.”

I shook my head and watched as the fifth lady was pushed off the straw bale. She kicked and danced as though she was in severe agony. The guys were naked and stroked themselves as they watched.

I was horrified, yet strangely aroused. They really thought it was hot watching that poor lady swing. Her two unoccupied friends simply masturbated harder as they looked on, watching her hang and gasping things like, “That is so hot… Brandy looks like she’s cumming in the noose… gawd, I hope I cum hard like that.”

I shook my head and told the farmer I had no idea this was going on. I said it was happening on his property without my authorization and that I’d only wanted them gone so I didn’t have to pay for their housing and meals anymore. He rained obscenities down upon my head, told me to get the hell off his land and that he never wanted to see me again.

I went home thinking that would be the end of it. But the tortured maids survived. I had to pay to fly them all back to Switzerland.

The lords, pipers and drummers were all arrested and charged with a ton of crimes ranging from holding a person against their will to first degree murder. I told the investigators I’d entered into an agreement with the farmer to house them and put them to work on his property. But I had no idea all that stuff would happen.

Thankfully I didn’t have to go to jail. But I had to pay a big fine anyway, putting me in debt over the holidays and carrying on into the next several years. At least I was not charged as an accessory to murder. But I can’t get the image of those naked girls dangling from those nooses out of my head. And seeing all those other girls being tortured like that was, well… I had no idea it would all get so out of hand.

I’m still paying off my credit cards. My credit rating is shot and I may have to declare bankruptcy. Like I said, I broke up with Janice soon after the drummers arrived, telling her what she’d sent me as gifts was crazy and that I never wanted to hear from her again.

…all of which brings me to today…

Marilyn has just sent me a gift. And I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I’m thinking of breaking up with her.

There’s a large truck outside. You can guess what’s in the back.

I don’t suppose there’s anyone out there who’d be interested in a pear tree, would there? I can toss in a partridge to sweeten the deal if you’ll take it off my hands. I’ll even pay for the shipping…

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An execution favor for Pat Anderson 4.4 (25)

Posted on December 18, 2016 by riwa

It had been less than two months since my attendance at Club X when I got a call from Pat Anderson, school executrix at the DFN Academy. It seems she had several girls on the docket for execution as ordered by the school council. I thought she was going to ask if I wanted to attend an execution or two. But apparently she had something else in mind.

It seems these twin sisters (not identical) had been failing their courses. In a fit of despair and perhaps sexual excitement at the thought they might be executed, they had submitted to a lesbian experience with each other. Unfortunately they were caught in the act, and the school council had no other choice but to condemn them to death.

She described them to me and then asked if I remembered them. I told her I recalled my visit to Club X and how I remembered being involved in furthering their asphyxia training. They had proved to be more than sexually adequate. As a matter of fact, they had both performed admirably during the strangulation phase of our time together.

She told me how they certainly remembered me. Then she said she had a favor to ask. Apparently these girls had requested I be involved in their executions through sexual asphyxiation. They believed an erotic asphyxia-related death by my hands would leave a good mark on their records as a final act of service for the school. Would I be available and willing to sexually asphyxiate them both so long as I was able to provide a recording of the event to confirm the executions to the school council?

My cock stirred at the thought. But I knew Pat was an experienced professional, whereas I was only a rank amateur when it came to these sorts of things. I told her I was flattered, but that I had reservations I would be able to do the job adequately.

She told me she had watched the recordings of my time in the room with her girls at Club X. She assured me she had full confidence in my abilities to send them back to the Academy in the proper condition to be recycled. She also believed their asphyxia-related deaths at my hands would make them good role models for all future students to follow.

How could I resist such an honorable request? I knew Pat well and believed she would not have asked me had she not believed in my abilities. My respect and admiration for her position was such that I could not say no.

We made the arrangements over the phone. She said the girls would be eager and would be shipped over to my location along with someone to record the proceedings. I told her I would be ready and hung up.

I called my girlfriend Julie and told her of the honor that had been bestowed upon me. She immediately asked if she could come over to watch. I told her I saw no reason why not. After all, Pat had not said observers weren’t allowed.

She rushed right over to find me down in the basement setting things up. She told me how excited she was and begged me to allow her to play a part in the proceedings. I told her I would see what I could do.

The Academy van pulled up with Donna Lacroix in charge of the recording. I remembered her from my visit to Club X. Then the blonde sisters came out of the van, naked as the day they were born.

They smiled warmly as they came up to me. Melissa eagerly told me, “Mr. Sherwood, we’re so glad you agreed to execute us today!” Melinda added, “We can’t wait for you to sex-acute us!”

I looked curiously at Miss Lacroix who smiled pleasantly. She told me the girls’ eagerness would be recorded as a part of their final grade. So far they both seemed to be earning high marks for their enthusiasm.

I told them we were setting things up down in the basement. Donna instructed me to take the girls inside. She would bring in the recording equipment shortly.

I asked her if she needed any help. She said there wasn’t much to bring in. This was not an official production but rather a simple recording of their execution. If her remarks had any negative impact on the twins, they showed no evidence of it.

I took them downstairs and waited for Miss Lacroix to come down with her equipment. She had a briefcase with some paperwork along with a video recorder and tripod. The recorder looked lightweight and easy to use.

I signed the papers, followed by the signatures of the condemned. They showed no fear, acting as though this was nothing more than a school project while trying to portray how eager they were to put on a good show. It made me wonder if they would have had the same zeal without the presence of Miss Lacroix.

When I took them inside, my girlfriend was sitting in a chair waiting for us. She was dressed up in an attractive blouse and skirt. “This is Julie,” I told everyone. “She is my girlfriend and is here to learn and observe. I hope that’s ok, Miss Lacroix.” Julie smiled nervously, but Donna said her presence was welcome so long as she did not interfere.

I had a curtain over part of the room as I didn’t want the girls to see anything until Donna could be here to observe their reactions. Already she had a clipboard out and was hastily scribbling notes. “Is it ready?” I asked Julie. When she nodded, I pulled the curtain, revealing a bed, a leather couch, and a white nylon noose of medium thickness dangling from the ceiling above a stool.

Donna paused with her clipboard long enough to set up the camera and tripod. Meanwhile both sisters gawked at the noose dangling before them. “Ooooo; he’s gonna hang one of us??” Melissa finally gasped with delight. “Who’s it gonna be?”

“Pick me; pick me!” her sister gasped eagerly, holding her hand up as though this was a classroom. “I hope you’ll pick me and give me a flying fuck as I hang for you!” Donna continued to take notes as she observed their eagerness.

“All right, Melinda,” I told her. “You get to hang.” A quick glance over at my girlfriend indicated she was rather excited about the whole thing.

“Fantastic!” And with that Melinda quickly knelt, unzipped my fly, took my cock out and started to suck.

A scowl from Donna was enough to remind her sister she needed to be in on the action as well. Melissa quickly knelt beside Melinda and started helping her with my cock and balls as they worked to disrobe me. Soon I was naked along with the two sisters.

When I was sufficiently hardened I told them to stand up. In my girlfriend’s lap was a small coil of rope. I told one of the sisters, “Melissa, why don’t you show me what you’ve learned about tying knots by binding your sister’s arms behind her back.”

She smiled and nodded as she went over to Julie and took the rope from her. She came back, pulled her sister’s arms behind her back and began to secure them. That’s when the severity of their situation hit Melinda.

The smile faded a little from her face, although I could tell she was trying to be brave. Her nipples were appropriately hard, her pussy dripping with anticipation. Miss Lacroix briefly examined both nipples closely, reached down to finger the dripping pussy, and then took more notes, quietly murmuring something to the effect of “nipples hard… pussy wet… subject showing the appropriate degree of arousal and eagerness.”

Melinda heard the quiet remarks and it made her smile. Her attitude vastly improved upon hearing she was doing well. “Do you want me on the stool now?” she asked, trying to sound enthusiastic. Donna simply looked at me as though I was in charge before stepping over to make sure her camera was set up right where she wanted it.

“Up on the stool, Melinda,” I told her. But I did not have to be demanding as she went willingly.

She carefully stepped up until her face was framed by the noose as she balanced on the stool. She even pushed her head through as though happy for me to get on with it. I saw her glance down at Donna who was furiously writing notes while murmuring softly… “Subject eager to be hanged… willingly puts her head in noose.”

I grabbed the end of the rope and pulled it tight, snugging the knot up behind her left ear. She let out a gasp and then started to tremble. Her eagerness was slipping again. But her nipples remained hard as her pussy really started to drip.

“You look great, sis! I can’t wait for my turn!” Miss Lacroix smiled at the sister’s remark as she double-checked her camera settings before going back to her clipboard.

“It feels great, sis! I c-can’t wait to hang!” Melinda tried to sound eager, but there were cracks of anxiety appearing in her features. Either she was afraid of hanging or she was afraid of failing in this last attempt to leave a good mark on her name back at the Academy. I decided it was the latter.

I took the other end of the rope and tied it off, leaving her up on the balls of her feet. She gasped and whimpered, but she put on a brave, excited front. Then I walked in front of her, choosing to ignore everyone else in the room for the moment. After all, since I had an important job to do, I decided it was better to push ahead and try to ignore the distractions of an audience looking on, especially an official observer from the school.

I stood in front of Melinda with my cock hard and curved upward. “I’ll make this simple,” I told her. “You must step off the stool, wrap your legs around me, impale yourself and fuck me. Understood?”

She nodded as she tried to get a decent breath. I had tied the noose a little tight as a challenge to see how well she would handle it. Donna smiled at her and continued to take notes.

“Go for it, sis!” Melissa gasped when her twin sister hesitated. “I can’t wait to go next! C’mon; you can do it!” Donna Lacroix took one last look through the camera and then nodded she was all set for the hanging to commence.

Melinda took a deep breath. Then she left the stool as she tried to reach out for me with her legs. But I could tell the sudden strain of her weight in the noose had caught her by surprise.

Her legs flailed a little, although she managed to avoid kicking me. It took her a few seconds to wrap her legs around my waist and pull herself to me. Then she grunted and gurgled as I felt her impale herself on my throbbing shaft. She was very wet; I easily slipped right inside.

I could tell by the look on her face she was happy to get me inside her. She began riding up and down, her muscles furiously milking me. I’m not sure how much was reflex and how much was actual control on her part.

She eagerly rode me, using her legs to make her body go up and down while fucking my cock. I’m not sure how much was a desire to get me off or just a desire to lift herself up enough to get another breath. I was far enough away that she really had to stretch to work at it, meaning the noose was strangling her the entire time.

Her fucking became more frantic as the noose constricted tightly around her neck. I detected the moment when her actions shifted to the point where she was mostly operating on reflex action as she tried to rise up to get another breath. But her cunt clenched furiously around my shaft as though this moment was what she had trained for.

She went into little spasms and seizures as her eyes rolled. It looked quite painful, but she was dutifully trying to give it her all. Then she reached the point where it was all involuntary reaction to the noose taking her life away.

I don’t know whether or not she realized she had been a success. But my cock went off inside her the moment she suddenly shuddered hard and then hung limp, partially impaled on my dick. When I eased back she came off my shaft and lifelessly swung back and forth, our cums mixed together to drip out of her pussy onto the floor. A moment later a stream of urine concluded the event as she quietly swayed this way and that.

“Damn, sis; that was hot!” her sister breathed. But I thought I saw a flicker of concern in her eyes knowing she was next.

I glanced over to see Julie had been furiously masturbating under her skirt. She had gone commando, and she’d opened up her blouse to be able to touch her breasts. Obviously, the entire hanging had made her horny as hell.

Donna dutifully recorded her observations on her clipboard… “Subject climaxed… made executioner ejaculate… both cums leaking down… subject has pissed herself.” I looked at her, causing her to look up and smile knowingly at me. Then I looked over at Melissa. She gulped and then tried to put on a brave smile realizing it was her turn at bat.

–

Melissa looked at Donna… and then at me… and then over at Donna again. I could tell she was trying to think something over. Perhaps she was contemplating the best way to get good marks. After all, it appeared her sister had scored well judging from Miss Lacroix’s reactions.

Melinda’s naked body was still gently swaying in noose when she walked up to it and caressed it lovingly. “You died great, sis,” she murmured. “I just hope I can live up to your example.” Then she looked at me and smiled as though gathering her courage.

“I’m ready for my execution now, Mr. Sherwood.” Then she knelt on the floor and started loving on my softened cock.

I heard Donna taking notes as she took me into her mouth to get me hard again. I turned to see Julie watching with eager anticipation. I think she was curious as to how I was going to execute this one.

Melissa took me into her mouth and began sucking and vacuuming with her cheeks, looking up at me the whole time. I think she realized she had quite a project just getting me to harden again. Then she grinned up at me and smiled before telling me, “I want to feel you cum in my ass as I die, Mr. Sherwood. I want my anal spasms to get you off at the moment of my death. It’s entirely your choice of course… but I think that’s the best way a slut like me should be executed, don’t you?”

My cock twitched and hardened as she took me back into her mouth. I looked over to see Donna taking more notes. I heard her murmur, “Subject willing… training has apparently taken hold.” Those overheard words of encouragement made Melissa suck my cock even more.

Her eager grunts and gurgles had the desired effect. Then she purred at me as she told me, “Remember our time back at Club X? You could execute me that way if you wish.” And with that she took me back into her mouth.

I gasped and moaned as I began to thrust into her mouth. She was acting eager and enthusiastic, just like a good execution slut should. There was the briefest hint of concern in her eyes, but I think her desire to do a good job in front of Miss Lacroix was overriding any hesitancies on her part. Besides, I was sure she wanted to measure up to her sister’s eager execution.

As I remembered back to our time at Club X, I recalled her being the more slutty of the two. I also remembered fucking her up the ass while choking her out. If she wanted my cum up her butt as she died, who was I to say no?

She got me sufficiently hard before I stood her up and took her over to the couch. I bent her over and thrust my cock hard up her cunt from behind as I squeezed her neck with my hands. She rasped and gurgled as I pumped her hard… “Harder, Mr… Sherwood… harder! Fuck’n choke me… harder!”

I gave her neck a really good squeeze until she was rasping for breath. She shuddered hard, her cunt dutifully clenching around my cock while furiously milking me. I took her damn near to unconsciousness before I let her go.

She gasped for breath as I sat on the couch. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around my meat, hungrily sucking her fluids off my dick. “I taste so good on your cock, Mr. Sherwood. I’m so glad I get to please you as I die for you!” Then she rose up as Donna Lacroix kept taking notes.

She turned around and climbed up into my lap. Then she centered her anus against my throbbing dick. She slowly impaled herself, whimpering, “Hurts so good… I’m going to die… with your cock up my ass!” Then my cock was all the way inside her.

She gasped as she whimpered, “Fuck my ass and choke me, Mr. Sherwood. It’s what I deserve.” Then she submissively brought her arms behind her back. She tried not to look at Miss Lacroix as I don’t think she wanted to look her in the eye in case there might be any kind of disapproval displayed there.

Donna watched clinically while taking more notes… “Subject eager for execution… wants it up the ass… wants to please her executioner… is acting submissively.” Her words seemed to spur Melissa onward. “Choke me, Mr. Sherwood,” she panted as she rode my dick, sounding more excited upon overhearing Miss Lacroix’s self-dictation. “You know how much I like erotic asphyxiation. You remember our time at the Club, right? I’m going to cum so hard for you as I die in your lap.”

I wrapped a hand around her throat and started to squeeze. “Yes!” she rasped. “Choke me hard! Fuck me with your death-cock and choke the life out of me – AWK!”

I looked over at my girlfriend who was furiously masturbating again. Even Donna was breathing heavily. I squeezed a little tighter, causing Melissa to rasp and gurgle.

She always did have a tight ass; I remembered it so well from the Club. Now her muscles were clenching like crazy as I cut off the flow of blood and oxygen to her brain. That’s when she became more animated, riding me harder while choking and gagging.

I suddenly released her, allowing her to gasp for breath. She seemed confused as she looked at Donna in surprise. Then it must have dawned on her how she was supposed to react as she eagerly gasped, “Choke me hard, Mr. Sherwood! Kill me; do it now – AWK!”

I squeezed hard as she became more animated. She was really struggling to breathe; I could feel her fighting me a little. Her hands came around to resist, only to see Donna frown at her. Amazingly she managed to force herself to bring her arms around behind her back again.

She really began to ride me as her ass clenched like crazy. My asphyxiating her made her body respond beautifully. If anything it made her clench all the harder.

I looked up at her as her face began to turn red. Her lips moved and I barley heard her get out the words… “Harder…… kill….. me…… now!” Over in the chair Julie was furiously fingering herself like crazy while excitedly gasping, “Kill her, baby; do it now!” Even Donna had paused from taking notes to observe.

I squeezed even harder, causing Melissa to really bounce up and down on my dick. I don’t know if she was eager to get me off before she went or whether she was trying to resist. It really didn’t matter; her ass clenched magnificently around my dick as I made her do all the work.

Her mouth opened in a rictus of pain and pleasure. She went into spasms as she orgasmed all over my lap. I got soaked from cum and piss as her ass squeezed violently in its death throes. Then I was shooting my load up her butt as she went into seizures.

Every time I thought I was done spurting, her ass would spasm and clench, milking a little more out of me. She kept shuddering in her death throes; it was absolutely incredible. A moment later she went limp as a wet noodle, forcing me to prop her up as she wet herself all over again.

I let her stay in my lap for a minute or so as I looked at Donna for a reaction. She was panting heavily for breath before I heard a rather subdued, “Oh my.” Then she seemed to remember her purpose as she went back to taking notes.

I looked over at Julie who was basking in the glow of what looked like an orgasm or two. “Fuck; that was awesome!” she gasped appreciatively. I finally pushed Melissa over off my lap, allowing my cock to come out of her ass with a quiet slurp. Cum dribbled out of the newly gaping hole.

“I’m next!” Julie blurted out. Donna and I snapped our heads up and looked at her in surprise. Miss Lacroix stared in astonishment as she asked, “I beg your pardon?”

“I mean I don’t want to be executed,” Julie hastily replied. “I just want to know if… you know… I’d make a good candidate for your DFN Academy.”

“Aren’t you a little old?” I asked, frowning at my crazy girlfriend.

“She’s taking notes so she knows what a good gasper is, right? You know how much I enjoy asphyxia games! Can’t we, like… show her?”

“Honey, I don’t know if she has the time to…”

“It won’t take that long – honest!”

“But I’ve cum twice already, Julie. I really don’t think…”

“I’ll go get the bag, the clit stimulator and the cuffs, ok? Can’t we show her? I’d like to know what she thinks!” And with that she rushed upstairs.

I turned to Donna and smiled apologetically…“Sorry about that, Miss Lacroix.”

“Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Sherwood. To be honest it’s not all that unusual for an observer to take enough interest as to want to show me what she’s capable of. Maybe she just wants to show off.” Then she leaned over in my direction as she conspiratorially added, “I suspect she’s horny and wants another orgasm or two and wants me to take notes before I leave.”

“Is that ok?”

She looked at her watch before telling me, “I believe I can spare a few more minutes from the Academy.”

Julie came rushing down the stairs with the items in her hand. “Can we, baby?” she blurted out, almost to the point of begging. By now she was totally naked.

I looked to Miss Lacroix who nodded as she told us, “I suppose I can take a few notes if you would like me to review your abilities.”

“Great!”

Julie placed the bag and clit stimulator on the bed. Then she eagerly handed me the cuffs before turning around and bringing her arms behind her back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy dripping like crazy.

She gasped and shivered as I cuffed her wrists together. She always loved that initial reaction to being rendered captive to my whims, even if only with a set of cuffs. Then I pulled her onto the bed with me.

I looked at Donna who smiled politely as she took out another sheet of paper and started taking notes. I heard her murmur, “Eager test subject wants opinion of gasping abilities.” Julie smiled as she wriggled against me, my soft cock pressing up against her ass cheeks.

I pulled the bag down over the top of her. It was a pretty large one so I wasn’t sure what she hoped to display for the DFN Academy observer. Maybe she simply wanted to show off her eagerness.

I turned on the clit stimulator as I wrapped the plastic a little tighter around her. She was already panting breathlessly, her pussy dripping onto the bed. She was really excited considering there was a naked corpse hanging from the ceiling and another collapsed in a heap nearby.

I applied the stimulator to her swollen nub. She dutifully parted her legs so I would have an easy target to obtain. The moment I brought it down on her she started writhing and moaning.

Donna took notes, watching with more than a clinical interest as I applied the clit stimulator to my girlfriend. Julie gasped and moaned, her eyes closed as she writhed and whimpered. She had gotten off watching the two executions; now she wanted a little attention for herself.

It wasn’t long before I triggered her first orgasm. She stiffened and then let out a squeal as she gushed all over the bed. That’s when I wrapped the plastic a little tighter around her head.

The bag started to puff as she struggled to breathe normally. Now she was pulling in her exhalations, making it harder for her lungs to function and for her brain to get pure oxygen. She began to wriggle a little more, struggling against me as I held the stimulator right up against her nub.

I heard her gasp, “Oh fuck!” as she really began to inhale and exhale. She began to fight me a little, but I continued holding the clit stimulator right there. Her eyes widened before she suddenly shuddered hard as the bag sucked tightly to her face. Then she exploded in orgasm, her body writhing like crazy against me.

Amazingly my cock was beginning to stir again. I think she could feel it harden behind her as she was pushing back against it. I don’t know if it was a conscious reaction or simply a reflex. But somehow she seemed to know I was getting aroused again.

I lifted the bag up and she gasped for breath. Donna watched with growing excitement, pausing now and then to jot something down. Then I pulled the bag back down over Julie’s head and we started all over again.

She let out a cry of “Oh fuck!” as I held the stimulator to her swollen nub. This time I made sure the bag was tighter around her. It began to inflate and deflate around her face as she writhed and shuddered. Then she sucked it to her face in a grimace as she went off again, soaking the bed with her flowing juices.

Donna watched wide-eyed, apparently impressed the way my girlfriend was such a good gasper. Then I took the bag off. Julie panted like crazy before grinding against my hardening cock… “Now use the belt on me, baby! Use the fucking belt! I’m so fucking horny! Let me ride your cock as you strangle the shit out of me!”

I blushed as I motioned at Miss Lacroix and then pointed at my trousers lying on the floor… “Would you mind?” She went and fetched it for me as Julie climbed up into my lap and impaled herself just as Melissa had done. She whimpered and moaned as my hardening cock easily slid inside her totally soaked cunt.

Donna came over with the belt which I proceeded to wrap around my girlfriend’s neck. “Strangle me, baby!” she gasped deliriously. “I want it so fucking bad!” Donna looked at her curiously before jotting down a few more notes… “Subject extremely eager to be asphyxiated.”

I pulled hard on both ends as Julie started to ride me. I hear her blurt out, “Fuck – fuck – FUCK!” Then I tightened the damn thing until she was rasping for breath.

She rode my cock even harder, arching her back for me while sticking out her tits. I noticed Donna taking more notes… “Subject displaying breasts from eagerness to be strangled.”

Julie became a wild woman in my lap, eagerly bouncing up and down on my cock. She kept rasping something on the order of “Strangle me… choke me… fuck me… AWK!” I pulled harder until she really arched her back, her body bucking and shuddering as she brutally impaled herself on my hardened cock.

I was close; amazingly I was so fucking close. I didn’t think it was possible to cum three times in such a short period of time. But Julie was so hot riding my dick as I strangled her that I forgot myself while wanting one more release.

I pulled really hard and she let out a hiss and a squawk. Then her naked body shuddered as her pussy clenched furiously around my dick. I think she tried to resist me, but I was too caught up in the moment. Besides, she’d indicated she wanted it, hadn’t she? And we’d done this plenty of times before, right?

She wet herself as she climaxed all over my cock in her pussy. She was clenching like crazy, which I interpreted to mean she wanted me to hurry up and cum. So I pulled even harder.

She stiffened and jerked as her pussy really clamped down. Amazingly I went off inside her as she shuddered on my stiff dick. Then she went limp in my totally soaked lap.

I eased the strap from around her neck, only for her to collapse onto my chest. For a moment I was too exhausted from our furious fucking that I merely panted like crazy in order to get my breath back. But when she wasn’t moving I tried to nudge her awake, thinking she’d passed out.

I heard panting as I looked over and saw Donna gasping for breath. “I don’t think so, Mr. Sherwood,” she told me as she sadly shook her head. “I think you killed her.”

In surprise I checked for a pulse and found none. I rolled her off my lap until my cock pulled out of her, leaving a stream of cum leaking out of her. I checked her again, only to blurt out, “What the hell?”

“It was very erotic, Mr. Sherwood; I must say. Don’t feel bad or angry with yourself. Deep down I almost think she wanted it.”

I looked at my dead girlfriend in surprise. Now there were three corpses in my basement. I turned to Miss Lacroix in astonishment and asked, “What the hell do I do now?”

“Not to worry, Mr. Sherwood. I’ll have no problems taking a third body back with me for recycling.”

I was so stunned I guess I wasn’t’ thinking straight. “But… but what the hell do I do now for a new girlfriend?”

“Again, not a problem, Mr. Sherwood. I can talk to Pat Anderson back at the Academy. I’m sure we can help out in this manner. Perhaps we can come to a mutual understanding?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll provide you with the occasional girlfriend while you supply us with the occasional execution. What do you think, Mr. Sherwood?”

I looked at Julie and sighed heavily. She’d been a great fuck and a wonderful asphyxia partner. But if I was going to get more girls from the Academy to ‘play with’, perhaps her loss wasn’t so bad after all.

“I’m interested,” I told Miss Lacroix with a smile.

“I thought you would be, Mr. Sherwood. Allow me to get in touch with Pat Anderson and make the arrangements. Meanwhile a truck should be here momentarily to pick up the bodies for recycling.” And with that she went back to her clipboard to finish taking notes as I excused myself to go take a shower…

(Pictures found all over the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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The sinking trailer 2 (2)

Posted on December 12, 2016 by riwa

The sinking trailer

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

Allison walked out the door and got into her BMW. Before she turned over the engine, she took a long look at herself in the mirror. She saw her (beautiful, in her opinion) face with brown hair that went down past her shoulders and complimented her brown eyes.

Raising a hand, she did a tiny adjustment on her make-up and took a final check of herself. Expensive jewelry, an outfit by Channel, and high end shoes finished her package. The only thing that put her off, as it did every day, was the sight of the hovel that she lived in. The large lake behind it was nice to look at, especially since she owned the property. But there was no mansion…just a trailer.

Inside the trailer were more expensive clothes and high end make-up, everything that make her look the part of what she was – a high powered lawyer that was maybe 6 months away from getting a partnership. Allison knew if she was to secure it that she had to look the part. So she never brought anyone back to that dump that she lived in. They saw her, her clothes, her car, and talent. But letting anyone see her residence was out of the question.

A bad divorce, huge medical bills -.anything that would have put her where she was – would have been accepted by the lawyers in her office. And deep down she wished she had gotten creamed in a divorce. But that simply wasn’t the case.

Never married, she’d let herself get scammed out of her life savings by a Ponzi scheme that she never should have fallen for. She’d only been able to retain her clothes and other personal items. All she had left was enough to buy the dump that she was in.

Once she was in the parking lot, she had only gone several feet when she almost went to the ground. Two of the people in front of her did the same, and a car alarm went off in the distance. That was one thing that she hated about living in California…the ground moving.

Several nights later while just watching TV, but still in her high end outfit, the ground moved again. It wasn’t a tremor this time – it was the real thing. Allison was knocked out of her chair and onto the floor.

She suddenly realized the ground under her miserable home had given out as the ground moved. Her trailer was sliding down towards the lake! As quickly as it began, the shaking stopped.

With another bump, the entertainment center came loose from the wall and came down on top of her. Allison cried out in pain and felt her leg snap. A quick look out the window and she saw that the trailer was moving forward until she felt it bob underneath her. Alison didn’t know what to make of it – only that she was in pain and her leg was pinned underneath the entertainment center.

The TV was off; the power was out. Alison moaned as she tried to push the entertainment center off her. Something shifted, giving her a sharp pain in her leg. She screamed in agony.

She panted for breath, whimpering as she looked all around. The place was a mess; everything had come crashing down. And there was the unnerving sensation of movement underneath her.

She quickly became aware of a hissing sound. Her first reaction was a snake having gotten into the trailer. But it didn’t sound right.

She heard gurgling and bubbling. As the trailer rocked, it felt like she was on water. The trailer must have slid off its foundation, lost the supporting jacks and gone pell-mell down the hill. She thought the ground had been more level than that.

Had the earth shifted; had the soil sloped downward? She couldn’t be sure. But one thing seemed certain: her leg felt broken. She had to get out from underneath the entertainment center and get out of her trailer while she was still close to shore.

She grunted as she tried pushing the entertainment center off her. When that failed, she tried sliding out from underneath. It caused more pain, but she stubbornly refused to scream, grimacing in the near dark. Then she felt something wet as water began to flow all around her.

Alison tried to look behind her but, with her leg pinned she couldn’t turn all the way around. Propping herself up on her elbows she looked around. The window on the right was sealed, and outside there was nothing but darkness. The window on her left was cracked open slightly, and she could see the moon easily. The trouble was: it was moving across the window too fast. She knew that it was because the trailer was still moving away from the lake’s edge.

“The kitchen window…fuck!” she said to herself. She usually kept it open because her miserable excuse for a kitchen didn’t have a fan and she didn’t want to stink up the place or put a smoky smell into her clothes.

She felt the trailer tip up, and all the water flew past her and settled by her feet. No more came in. In the next moment though it tipped the other way, and all the water that had slipped down came back again, flowing all over her and getting her soaked. Then it came back again, and she thought that there was more water flowing over her this time.

Ignoring the cold water, she tried to get herself loose again. Alison was able to bring her free leg up and almost brought it to her chin. She got a good hold with her foot against the entertainment center and pushed against it.

It rose a few inches and then came crashing down again, making the throbbing even worse. She realized that it wasn’t just the entertainment center, but also all the stuff attached to it – the TV, stereo, and such that was making it to heavy. This realization came to her at the same time as more water came flowing over her body from behind.

When the trailer tipped back again, it seemed to her that it took longer for the water to pass across her body…as if there was more. Also, looking out the window, the moon seemed to be a bit closer to the panes upper edge than before.

She felt the trailer begin to angle forward again. All that water came rushing forward. There was definitely more of it.

She was slowly sinking; she couldn’t stay at the surface forever. And the trailer was not designed to be water proof. She could hear more hissing and bubbling – air escaping as she took on more water.

She felt the trailer drifting forward, no doubt further out into the lake. But this time it didn’t tip back. There was too much water in the front. And once that open kitchen window dropped below the surface, she might sink like a stone.

She struggled to get the entertainment center off her. Why the hell did she have to have all those electronic gadgets… and why had she bolted them down? The answer to the last part was easy: it was because of the quakes and the shakiness of the area.

She’d learned her lesson by bolting everything down, guaranteeing it would take a major shaking to work it loose. But in her attempts to save her electronics, she might have doomed herself once the stupid thing had fallen on top of her.

She gasped as cold water reached her pinned legs. She cried out from the pain. Then she started yelling for someone to come to her aid. But there were no sounds coming in from outside. Was she just out of earshot of civilization?

She could feel more water crawling up her legs now. Would it be enough to lift the entertainment center off her body? She suspected not as the other gadgets were helping to make it heavy. Her only hope might be for the rising water to help counterbalance the wood enough to allow her to somehow slip her legs out.

Alison couldn’t figure out what to do about this situation. She tried again to free herself, to no avail. Each time she tried, all she succeeded in doing was bringing the whole thing down onto her leg again, causing more pain. The water was going up in the trailer. She could still keep herself above it on her back and her head safe if she propped up herself up on her elbows. But that didn’t make her feel any more secure.

As if to mock her, she saw a $400 shoe float by her as the water went to and fro. When she looked past it she saw that the wall was starting to be pushed inwards from the weight of the water outside. If the seals holding the wall panels together gave then she knew that water would come pouring into the whole place.

A creak, and she heard the same sound on the other side of her. She thought that she saw a few water droplets coming in under a bolt. Suddenly Alison wasn’t as worried about the open kitchen window anymore.

She heard ominous creeks and groans. She could hear bubbles from somewhere, could hear what sounded like water coming in. Then the trailer groaned and shuddered.

In an instant she became aware of more water pouring in. The trailer was angling downward now. The front was getting heavier.

Her eyes opened in alarm as she started panting for breath. Then she began pushing anew against the entertainment center. The water threatened to overwhelm her, completely submerging her.

She took a deep breath and then went under to push on the entertainment center. She felt it shift a little on her. Was all that water helping her? Was there enough; did she have enough strength to pull herself out from underneath? She wanted to scream from the pain.

She gave up and tried to get her head back above the surface. But she really had to prop herself up on her elbows. The water was at her neck and rising fast. It wouldn’t be much longer until she was totally submerged as the trailer made its descent for the bottom.

The weight of the water in the trailer shifted a bit and then most of it ran down to the bedroom. The lower half of her body was still soaked, but she’d bought a few seconds. Before she collected her thoughts, there was a boom to right side and the panel there gave. Water came flying into the trailer, much faster that it had before.

A huge spray of water hit her solidly in the face. It was like she was being doused by a fire hose. Alison had no choice but to swallow the water.

The sheer force of it was overwhelming. By propping herself on her elbows again and turning away from the stream, she was able to cough out a lot of the water and draw breath. Her reprieve was short though as the panel on the other side cracked open. Water came into the trailer from that angle as well, and she saw the water rising up again as it tipped, allowing the water that had gone into the bedroom to come sweeping in and over her head again.

Alison propped herself on her elbows again and tried to bring her leg up for a desperate push against the furniture that was her captor. No matter what she tried though, she couldn’t get a good hold with all the water that was pouring in and assaulting her from every direction. For a moment she did get a good angle with her free foot. But when she pushed, the water took away all of the strength behind her push.

Up on her elbows again, Alison was able to keep the part of her head that brought her air above water. Then she was covered. Stretching out as far as she could, she got half a breath before her elbows went out from under her. Moving slowly, she went up one more time. But the water had risen above that point where she could clear the surface.

She could feel the trailer angle downward as it began to sink. Water poured in from seemingly everywhere. She let out a bubbly cry as the entertainment center shifted, hurting her busted leg.

She fought to lift it up, fought to move it just enough to get out from underneath. But too much water was coming in. She might have to wait a few seconds for the incoming water to ease up… seconds she might not have.

She could feel the trailer taking her down. She was submerging now, sinking into the night. There would be no one to hear her bubbly screams. Perhaps no one had even seen her trailer slide down into the water. Even if they did, they might be dealing with survival situations of their own before they could check into her condition.

She tried to hold her breath. But the water was getting colder. She sensed the trailer was sinking faster, taking her deeper. There was too much busted metal frame to overcome the wood that might have wanted to float.

She tried the entertainment center once again, feeling a sharp pain in her leg. She cried out from the agony, nearly inhaling instinctively as she lost more of her precious breath. Her lungs were on fire; she couldn’t take this much longer.

She pushed against the entertainment center again in growing desperation. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer; she had to get out now. It was getting dark all around her; it was so hard to see.

The Entertainment center shifted, causing her to cry out from the pain. It shifted again as the trailer shuddered. She almost screamed as her legs finally came free.

She winced, her lungs on fire. Then she heard the trailer collapsing all around her as the structure began to come apart. She lost the last of her breath as part of a wall came crashing down on her, followed by the wall from the other side.

She inhaled sharply, swallowing water as she instinctively thrashed about in a panic. But debris was all around her and had fallen on top of her. She couldn’t get out from underneath it… and now she was drowning.

She was overcome with sucking water into her lungs as she tried to wriggle and twist around. She doubled over as her mouth opened and closed. It was so cold and dark all around her; she was sure she was heading to the depths of oblivion where she might never be found.

She painfully convulsed, coughing up bubbles. Then exhaustion set in as she lay there unmoving, staring upward with her lips twitching. A few stray bubbles slipped out of her mouth as stray muscles twitched. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

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The cruel death of Liz 4 (19)

Posted on December 6, 2016 by riwa

Liz had nothing left to tell me and I’d grown bored with her. So I summoned her this last time. The guards brought her to me naked.

I had them put a noose around her neck with her arms secured behind her back. Then I proceeded to have mousetraps attached to her labia. She certainly let out an enjoyable yelp.

With the noose around her neck, I proceeded to fuck her skull. During her time with us she had learned to use her mouth properly. I was pleased to observe the progress she had been making with us.

Once I was ready, I pulled out and fucked her pussy with the mousetraps still in place. She yelped and whimpered, but she said nothing. We had long since convinced her that protesting was not a wise course of action.

After my cum was leaking out of her cunt, I had my assistant take care of her labia in a manner more appropriate for her execution. After all, she was never going to be fucked again. She cried out as her labia were punctured, followed by weights being added to the inserted ring.

Her tits were next as rope was liberally applied. Her boobs were made to swell and then clamped and weighted. I think that’s when she began to sense I had more in store for her this night.

She was led over to a place in the floor. Above her the noose was attached to the pulley in the ceiling, controlled by a remote. I was certainly going to enjoy this, and I watched as my assistant noosed her, placing the knot behind her right ear.

I used the remote to lift her up until she started to gurgle, her feet fluttering just off the floor. Then the metal spit rose up out of the floor from below. It found her ass and entered her, pushing up until it lifted her enough to allow her a decent breath while being impaled. But it must have been hell on her intestines.

I left her there for an hour while I went to enjoy a good soak in my large tub with wine and women. When I returned she was in proper agony. With the push of a separate button on the remote, the tip of the spit inside her opened up to a sharper point.

She shuddered and gurgled as blood began to stream down the metallic pole. It made a puddle on the floor as her feet fluttered. She was hanging again, her body unable to grip the spit enough to keep from sliding down and asphyxiating herself.

That was another good place to leave her as I went to enjoy a fine meal. My chef is excellent; the meat was cooked medium rare and tasted exquisite. I had a nice slut share the meal with me, the lass promising to take care of me once she enjoyed watching me finish off Liz.

We went back downstairs where the dying whore was in great agony. The spit was slowly moving up inside her, occasionally slowing down enough to lift her body up a little to grant her a breath and a reprieve. But she always slid down on it until the noose tightened and asphyxiated her again, only for it to push upward a little higher and prolonging her misery.

Her face had taken on an exquisite look of pain as the noose and the spit combined to do their deadly work. The weights from her tits and labia were making her final experience with me sublime. Her fluids leaked out of her cunt; the whore had cum and/or pissed herself. It did not matter which.

I stood there with my slut who proceeded to kneel before me and unzip my fly. She began taking me into her mouth as I speeded up the process with Liz. The spit was climbing again, but she now faced a new danger as I saw it rise up in her throat, bulging noticeably.

She rasped and gurgled, her neck spasming as though attempting to vomit the spit out. It reached her mouth, forcing her head to tip backward. Then it emerged out past her lips, slickened by the passage through her interior.

For an added thrill I hit another button on the remote. The spit crackled with electricity, frying her from the inside. Her naked body jerked deliciously, her nipple-weights bouncing delightfully as her labia were cruelly pulled down by the weights hanging below.

Her eyes rolled as her face turned red and then started to turn blue. Her bladder gave way, and I detected a mixture of cum and piss. More blood continued to stream down the spit out of her ass as she shuddered and convulsed.

She was in her death throes when my cock went off in my slut’s mouth. She dutifully swallowed it all, making sure not to lose a drop as Liz’ naked body continued to twitch and jerk. Then I heard a rattle emanate from somewhere in the dying woman’s chest as she shuddered hard before hanging limp.

“Fine entertainment for a whore who can no longer serve me,” I told my slut. She simply smiled as she added, “I’d say she got what she fucking deserved.”

“A good way to look at it, my dear,” I told her. Then I escorted her up the stairs for a night of fucking as I left Liz to hang like that from the noose, the pole sticking up inside her from ass to mouth as weights decorated her boobs while another set hung appropriately from her cunt…

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Condom roulette (11&12) 4.4 (7)

Posted on November 30, 2016 by riwa

Fear soon morphed into an insane arousal as Dustin thrust hard into my cunt. Seeing Dana watching me lustfully as she rode my husband’s cock only added to the thrill. But I couldn’t quite tell by the look on Eric’s face if he wanted to watch me get fucked to death by another man or not.

I grunted as Daniel rammed his cock hard down my throat. Dustin just kept pumping my cunt as though hoping he was going to kill me. It felt like he was fucking me harder and harder, and it gave me such a fucking rush.

“If you die, at least you’re going out with a bang,” Nikki purred as she latched onto my nipple and bit down. I cried out into the cock in my mouth as Dustin’s thrusts made the bed rock. Hell, if I would have known swapping wives was going to be this exciting we might have tried it earlier!

I got a glance over at Dana who was riding my husband’s cock like a wild woman. She was crying out, “FUCK-FUCK-FUCK; KILL THE FUCKING WHORE!” The idea that she might want to watch me die only added to my perverse arousal.

Something began to swell within me; was this it? Was I going to die in the middle of an orgy?? Was I going to get fucked to death with my husband watching while one of our friends was impaled on his cock??

I started to stiffen as Nikki sucked on my tits. Then the bitch bit down on my other nipple. I cried out into the cock in my mouth as it suddenly overwhelmed me.

Dana recognized it right away… “Fuck; she’s cumming! Kill her – kill her – kill her! Make her cum while she fucking DIES!” Then she cried out, “FUCK; I’M CUMMING ALL OVER ERIC’S COCK!”

Dustin pounded me hard; for a moment I was sure he was going to kill me. Then Daniel’s cock went off in my mouth. It must have been too exciting for him because he grabbed my head and thrust down my throat as though he was going to close off my windpipe and do the deed himself.

Dana was gushing all over Eric’s lap, deliriously crying out, “Fuck her – fuck her – FUCK HER!” Dustin was thrusting hard as he spurted inside the condom he was wearing. I gagged on cock and cum in my mouth as I grunted and then shuddered again.

“Gawd; the bitch loves it!” Nikki purred as she slobbered all over my nipples. Then she cruelly bit into another one again, causing me to stiffen and then cry out all over again.

I managed to get a glimpse of Eric as Dana impaled herself time and time again on his tasty meat. By now I could tell he was horny enough that if I did die he was going to enjoy it, even if he was going to miss me. The idea of my husband getting off on my death caused another wave of arousal to wash through me until it shorted everything out…

I’m not sure how long I was passed out, although probably no more than a few seconds or so. Dustin was thrusting nice and gentle in the afterglow of our fuck. I had swallowed most of Daniel’s cum but some of it clung to my lips. Nikki pulled him out of my mouth, kissed me while licking up the residue, and then proceeded to suck his cock clean.

Oh FUCK!” Dana panted weakly, sounding like she was breathing heavily. “That was the hottest thing ever!” Then she smiled at me as she added, “Damn, Alison; I guess you lucked out again!”

I looked at my husband who had this shit-eating grin on his face. He looked a little embarrassed about it. But I just smiled at him as though indicating it had been hot for me too and not to give it another thought.

Dana climbed off his lap and then went back to sucking on his cock as though cleaning him up. “Hey, I want some of that!” Nikki gasped as she started to rush over.

“Hey, take this off first!” Dustin told her, a smile of pleasure on his face.

Nikki worked the condom off and discarded it before going over and helping Dana clean my husband’s cock. I ended up on my knees sucking Dustin clean. Daniel just smiled at me, telling me it felt so good cumming down my throat and what a good cocksucker I was.

Nikki went off to get some refreshments as things wound down for a bit. We adjourned to the living room and took up the couch and some chairs. I was going to get dressed but Nikki told me not to bother as we were probably going to go at it again the moment we all caught our second wind.

I sat and cuddled with Eric, asking him how he felt about the whole thing. He said it felt weird but was embarrassed to admit how arousing it was. I jokingly punched him in the shoulder before telling him, “No, I meant about Dustin fucking death into my cunt while you were watching.”

“That’s what I was talking about,” he said with a knowing smile. It gave me erotic tingles knowing he was turned on at the thought I might have been fucked to death by one of our friends.

We did some drinking while talking about the events of the past hour or so. We kept the talk raunchy enough to where the guys were starting to get hard again. “Time for round two?” Nikki finally asked with a smile.

“You’re hell-bent on killing my wife, aren’t you,” Eric said with a laugh. “Who the hell am I going to replace her with? She’s too great to lose!”

I blushed as I kissed him deeply. Then I jerked on his stiffening meat as I chuckled, “Seems you might not mind so much; am I right?”

There were chuckles all around. But I could tell Nikki’s husband was giving me the eye. “I think Daniel wants a shot at trying to kill me,” I observed with a lustful grin.

“It’s only fair,” Nikki replied, “because I want Eric to fuck me now.”

She stood up, came over to the couch we were sitting on and pulled him away from me. She got on her knees and started sucking him back to full hardness. “I’m not missing this,” Daniel said as he came over, pulled me to my knees and made me start to suck him off.

Dana and Dustin watched and grinned as Nikki and I sucked each other’s husband. “Let the games begin,” Dustin observed with a lustful grin. “I want to see if Alison survives Daniel’s cock.”

“Wait; just a minute!” Dana declared as she stood up. “I don’t think that’s fair!”

Nikki and I stopped blowing the guys to look at her in confusion. “What do you mean?” Eric wanted to know.

“Why should Alison be the one taking all the risks?” Then she grinned at Nikki. “If Alison is going to ride Daniel with a condom, I think you should ride Eric with another. After all, there are nine left, right? The odds aren’t that bad, are they?”

“Sooner or later someone’s got to draw the bad one,” her husband said quietly. But I could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked the idea.

For the first time since I’d known her I actually saw Nikki a little indecisive. “Well, uh… I don’t know.”

“What’s the matter, hun?” I teased. “You were pretty excited about seeing if you could kill me tonight. I’ve already taken three condoms so far. Why not spread the wealth around?”

“I’m all for it!” Dana blurted out with a huge grin.

“Yeah, now that you’ve already ridden Eric!”

“I’ll ride him again if it gets you to try a condom, Nikki. So what do you think?”

I looked at her and she looked at me. That’s when I really got the shivers. If we did this I wouldn’t be the only one risking my life. Somehow that only seemed to make it hotter.

“What about it, babe?” Daniel asked his wife. “If Eric’s going to risk his wife I might as well risk mine, right? Think of how hot it will be riding our cocks while watching each other, wondering who might have drawn the condom of death. Hell, neither one of you will probably get it. But then again…”

She looked at me again as I looked back at her. “Fucking hell!” she breathed. Right away I could tell her nipples were hardening right up. She wasn’t seriously thinking about doing this, was she??

I quietly told her, “Daniel wants to fuck me and you want to fuck Eric. So what do you think?” Now I was starting to get horny as hell.

She looked at me and I could tell she’d gotten a little breathless. She looked around the room, but every eye was on the two of us while awaiting her decision. I could tell she’d been put into a bit of a corner. But it only seemed fair. Besides, she looked like she was actually considering it.

“Daniel?” she panted quietly, looking up at him. By now his cock was really hard… but then so was my husband’s. “Are you… do you want… I mean, are you willing to, uh…?”

He looked down at her and I saw him nod ever so perceptibly with that smile still on his face. “Fuck!” she gasped quietly. Then she looked at me for a long moment… paused… and then embraced me as she kissed the shit out of me!

Our lips locked as our tongues intertwined. When we pulled away a string of drool hung between us until it broke apart. “Fuck, let’s do it!” she finally gasped. Then she cried out, “FUCK; LET’S DO IT!”

“So how are we going to do this?” I wanted to know, feeling an erotic shudder ripple through me. Daniel’s cock was right in front of my face, and it was rock-hard.

“Bedroom?” Nikki asked, grinning at me before taking Eric’s cock back into her mouth for a couple more sucks. I don’t know if the implications of what she’d agreed to hadn’t hit her yet, or if she was just too drunk and horny to care.

“C’mon, bitches!” Dana exclaimed excitedly as though she’d suddenly taken charge of things. “Let’s go to the bedroom and see who survives!”

Daniel helped pull me to my feet as Eric helped Nikki stand up. We all adjourned to the bedroom which smelled heavily of sex. Dana suggested Eric sit on the bed while Daniel take up the cushioned chair. Then she suggested Nikki and I get our prospective partners all hardened up.

I grinned at Daniel as I knelt and began slobbering all over his cock. “You like this?” I purred at him. He moaned as he twitched in my mouth.

Nikki knelt by the side of the bed, working my husband’s cock into full hardness. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to suck your meaty pole, Eric!” He smiled at her before looking over to see how I was taking it. I just winked at him as I took Daniel down my throat.

“So when do we get this started?” Nikki wanted to know, pulling off my husband’s cock long enough to turn her attention to Dana. “Are we supposed to go one at a time, or do it together?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “We don’t want the guys to get soft waiting for someone to put the condom on the other cock.”

“You got another latex glove around here, Alison?”

“Dana, I think there are a couple under the bathroom sink.”

“Don’t go away, you sexy bitches. I’ll be right back.” She gave Dustin a kiss and a tug on his hardened cock before slipping out of the room.

She must have found one right away because she was only gone a minute. She brought it over to me, and I put it on my right hand. Then she got the latex glove to the box of condoms and gave that one to Nikki who quickly slipped it onto her hand.

We both glanced at each other before going back to sucking and slobbering on the other’s husband’s cock. I was really starting to get horny wondering if this was going to be the condom that killed me. The idea of Daniel fucking death into my cunt while Eric watched as he fucked Nikki gave me one hell of a thrill. Of course there was always the possibility Daniel might lose his wife during our impromptu contest.

“What do you think?” I asked him with a seductive grin as I came off his cock. “Do you want to watch me die on your cock? Or do you want to watch Nikki die on Eric’s?”

“Gee, Alison; that’s a toughie!” he chuckled. I just took him deep again, causing him to gasp and moan.

“What about it, big-boy?” Nikki asked my husband. “Are you looking forward to watching Daniel fuck death into your wife’s cunt?”

“What if I end up fucking death into yours, Nikki?”

“What a way to go!” she gasped as she gobbled him deep.

“Ok, bitches!” Dana interrupted. “Let’s see who of you is going to die. Since this is your bedroom, Alison, I think it’s only fair you get to pick first.” And with that she held the opened box of condoms right in front of me.

I looked inside, trying to decipher which wrapper I should choose. Did I want the condom of death or not? I was trembling like crazy, unsure if I wanted to die riding Daniel’s cock or hope Nikki got it.

I finally reached in and picked one out. “Blue… good choice!” Alison laughed. I’ll bet your lips turn blue while Daniel is fucking you to death.” Then she carried the box over to Nikki.

“Eight left, bitch. Which one is going to send you straight to hell impaled on Eric’s juicy dick?”

“Fuck,” Nikki gasped as she looked inside. She picked out a green one – no surprise since she likes green. Dana took the box back and set it on the dresser.

“Ok, bitches. Take those babies out and roll them onto those dicks!” I could tell Dana was really enjoying herself.

My hands were trembling as I opened mine up. I lovingly rolled it onto Daniel’s cock, smiling coyly at him. I purred, “A sexy condom to give me a sexy death, eh baby?”

“Fuck, Alison; you’re incredible!” he gasped.

“This one’s for you, honey,” Nikki said as she unrolled hers onto my husband’s dick. Eric looked at her and then looked at me. I don’t know if he was worried about us or if he was excited one of us might be minutes away from dying. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

“Ok, bitches. Climb on and give those death-condoms a ride!”

Her husband responded by saying, “Dana, I think you’re enjoying this too much.” She just bent over and waved her bare ass in his face.

“Shut up and fuck me, damn you. Right now I’m horny as hell!”

I looked at Nikki who looked back at me. We both hesitated for a moment, a look passing between us wondering if one of us was about to go out in a blaze of glory. “Oh fuck; let’s do this!” she finally gasped as she climbed into the bed and straddled Eric’s lap on her knees.

There was just enough room for me to straddle Daniel’s lap on my knees as well. I looked right at Nikki as we both lowered ourselves down onto our respective condom-covered cocks. We both gasped in unison as we slowly impaled ourselves until we had those dicks deep inside us.

“Gawd, that’s hot!” Dana blurted out. “Now fuck yourselves to death, bitches! Do it now; ride those cocks!” That’s when Nikki and I slowly began bouncing up and down, looking at each other with flushed faces and eyes wide with fear and arousal.

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Swamp quicksand 3.2 (5)

Posted on November 23, 2016 by riwa

Bonus posting. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Janet saw the Zodiac sitting out in the middle of the swamp. It was definitely out of place, drifting all alone and appearing to have been abandoned. But it looked to be in too good of shape to have been left alone.

“That’s odd,” she muttered aloud, hands on her hips. Of course she couldn’t see if anyone lay injured inside. What she did see was an oar attached properly to the side of the inflatable as though it had never been put to use. She also saw what looked like a spare scuba tank sitting in the bow.

“I better check it out,” she said to herself, carefully stepping into the water. It was nice and warm and she appeared to have solid footing underneath her. With any luck the Zodiac was floating in shallow water and she wouldn’t have to get her shirt wet.

The water got deeper as she waded closer. She could feel the bottom becoming soft and muddy beneath her. She kept her arms outstretched to maintain her balance as she was soon in water up to her knees.

As she waded closer to the inflatable, the water got deeper. It was almost to her shorts now. Janet suspected she was about to get wet while coming after some careless fisherman’s Zodiac. Her feet sank in the mud with each step she took, causing her to continue balancing herself so she wouldn’t take a tumble and completely soak herself.

She sank deeper, her shorts billowing. At the same time she felt her latex panties begin to rub in that sexual way, working with the swamp water and teasing her sensitive nub in just the right manner. Janet instinctively looked down, weakly moaning, “Not right now?! I don’t need this right now!”

She was in water up to her breasts as she neared the Zodiac. “So much for not getting my shirt wet,” she muttered. “I should have known it would be deeper out here.”

At least there were no unpleasant surprises waiting for her inside the inflatable. The rubberized boat was empty. There was no sign of life or that anyone had even used the dumb thing. What was it doing clear out here??

She reached out for it, wondering how she was going to climb aboard. It was an incredible find. But she was certain it belonged to someone and needed to be returned. Janet wondered if there might be a nice little reward for bringing it back with her.

She suddenly shifted, accidentally pushing the Zodiac away from her as she nearly lost her balance. The muddy bottom was giving way beneath her. She tried pulling a foot out, nearly losing her balance again as she frantically waved her arms to remain upright. “What the hell??” she wondered as she became more unsteady on her feet.

For a strange moment she thought the water level of the swamp was rising. That’s when she discovered that in fact she was actually sinking. Her eyes flew open in alarm as she went deeper, water rising up to her neck as she sank further into the muddy bottom.

For some strange reason she was tingling like crazy. Was she actually going to cum out here in this stupid swamp? Instinctively she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She sank deeper, her mind screaming, “GAWD; THIS IS CRAZY!” But for some reason she couldn’t pull her feet out. It was as though the swamp itself was claiming her for its own. Her pussy throbbed as she wriggled in her latex panties. But that just increased her sexual stimulation as she sank below the surface.

She was sinking into the muddy bottom; she was actually sinking deeper! How could this be?? Was she actually standing in some sort of swamp quicksand?? Janet wriggled and squirmed as she tried to wriggle free.

She sank deeper into mud up to her waist, the material adding to the effects of her latex panties and driving her wild. She wriggled and squirmed, holding her breath as she tried to pull herself free. That just made her shirt billow around her chest, the fabric teasing her breasts as it brushed back and forth against her hardened nipples.

As she wriggled and squirmed, that’s when the first one hit. It flushed hotly through her body, causing her to lose a big burst of bubbles. Janet shuddered from the intense pleasure of an unexpected orgasm that felt absolutely incredible.

For a moment the surface was still. Then a burst of bubbles manifested themselves, an indication that something living was just below the surface. But there was no one around to rescue her, nothing but the sounds of the creatures of the swamp as they chirped, croaked and cawed.

Janet was weakened considerably by the orgasm. She struggled feebly in an attempt to extricate herself from the muddy bottom she was sinking into. More bubbles fled her lungs to burst up to the surface. She grunted in growing alarm, moaning weakly as the mud squeezed her latex panties tightly to her body, teasing her nub something fierce.

She realized to her horror she was buried in mud up to her chest. Her arms had somehow been pinned to her sides and now she couldn’t move! The mud was tantalizing her breasts as well as working her tight latex panties… and she was still sinking! Swamp quicksand indeed!! She lost another burst of air, her mind screaming “GAWD; WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW??”

Now she was sinking faster, the mud clawing for her body as though it hungered to have her. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to hold her breath, her mind crying “NOOOO!” The mud just pulled her down until it swallowed her whole, the surface undulating for a moment or two before it became still.

There was a sudden geyser of bubbles, an orgasmic geyser from a human being trapped underneath having exploded in a climactic frenzy from having been buried entirely in swamp quicksand. The bottom undulated again as the helpless woman underneath writhed about, smothered in mud while drowning in orgasmic bliss. Then it became still once more…

A burst of bubbles erupted up at the surface of the mud spa. The surface undulated as though something or someone underneath was trying to rise to the surface.

Then Janet burst up, gasping madly for breath. She coughed and shuddered, her eyes glazed over as the surface of the mud spa rippled all around her. Her body tingled wildly, the result of a devastating climax under the surface.

“You silly fool!” she gasped aloud, staring down at the mud. “That’s what you get for falling asleep!” Even now the dream was starting to fade… but not the results of the orgasm she’d endured. That had been real, and she felt weak as a kitten.

She felt weak… but she also felt good. Almost immediately she could feel those latex panties she was wearing return to tantalizing her nub. She got a knowing grin on her face as her body started to tingle all over again from those familiar sexual tingles.

She slyly looked all around, making sure no one was in there with her, no one who might be watching.

There was no one around… no one to notice the way the surface of the mud rippled as she began rubbing her crotch. Her breathing became heavy and labored, and she moaned softly.

She started hyperventilating, her cheeks bulging as she rubbed her crotch harder and faster. The surface continued to ripple from her sexual movements down below. Then she whimpered as she took a deep breath.

Anyone watching would have been shocked to witness a grown woman deliberately submerge herself beneath the mud. The surface blooped and then rippled.

There was frantic movement from below, causing the surface to undulate wildly. Several times what looked like the top of a head started to appear, only to disappear just as quickly. It was as though someone underneath was frantic about something… frantically trying to achieve something.

All movement underneath ceased as the surface grew calm. It was as if the mud spa had never been used at all and was awaiting its next customer. There were no surface ripples to indicate someone was fully submerged.

All of the sudden there were wild undulations, the surface boiling with ripples and bubbles as though an explosion had taken place somewhere underneath. There was a muffled scream of pleasure as the surface swelled and rolled. Then calm returned as the surface became still. A moment later there was a satisfied pop of bubbles.

Janet burst up a couple of seconds later. Her eyes were glazed over and she panted weakly. She was in a state of ecstasy. It was going to take her a couple of minutes before she would be able to climb out of the mud spa.

(Poser renders courtesy of skip and are for illustration purposes only.)

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The bed frame 2 (3)

Posted on November 23, 2016 by riwa

The bed frame

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

“They did what??”

“They tossed a bed frame off the dock into the lake, Danica.”

“What the hell were they thinking?? Wasn’t anybody watching?”

“How the hell should I know? Billy just came and told me about it.”

“Are you sure it’s down there? Are you sure someone’s not trying to prank you?”

“I’m not sure what cabin it came out of so I don’t know for sure. Shouldn’t we go take a look?”

“The lake?? They tossed it into the lake?”

“That’s what Billy said.”

“So where did they toss it? Did they toss it off the side or did they toss it off the end?”

“He didn’t say. All I know is he said he saw some kids haul a bed frame out to the dock and toss it into the water.”

“So we don’t even know where it went in?”

Heather gulped and shook her head.

“Shit.” Now Danica was angry. “So how the hell are we supposed to find it?”

“I guess we go down and look for it?”

“In the lake?? Once you get down about five or six feet it turns green and murky. You can’t hardly see two feet in front of you! Does anybody even have a dive mask?”

“I can check the equipment locker. They have stuff for the canoes and the paddle boats. There should be some floaties and life jackets in there. But I don’t know if there are any dive masks. So what are we going to do?”

Danica sighed heavily. “What else can we do? This isn’t our camp so we have to account for every piece of property, even if it is a fucking bed frame. We’ll have to go look for it.”

“We??”

“You don’t think I’m looking alone, do you? It’s dark and murky down there. And as long as that dock is, I have no idea how rapidly the bottom slopes downward. We might be talking five or six feet… or we might be talking twenty to thirty.”

“Oh shit.”

“Exactly. That’s too much bottom for one person to search. With two of us it should take less time if we’re lucky. If they threw it off the end of the dock, who knows where it landed or how deep it is. Go get Kym to help us look if you have to.”

“She’s not going to like going in that water, Danica.”

“I don’t fucking care, ok? Those bratty kids tossed it into the water and we have to find it and get it back up before it rusts and we have to pay to replace it. Now get going! I’ll be waiting down on the dock. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” Heather nodded with a sigh as she headed off to the equipment locker to see what was available.

All of them went in different directions. Heather went to the equipment locker while Billy went to get Kym. Danica went to the long dock on the lake. It was at least 40 feet long and she walked the entire length slowly, looking over the right side hoping that she’d spot it easily. When she came to the end she looked around and, not seeing it, walked back along the other side. Wherever it was, she couldn’t see it from the surface.

At the equipment locker Heather started looking for anything that might help. The life jackets were in a locked portion and she didn’t have a key. Snorkels would have been nice too but there weren’t any.

There were two masks though. Better than nothing, she thought. Still, she wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was going to happen when at least one person wouldn’t have one. She stopped and pulled up her long red hair and slid one over her neck. The others could fight for the last one.

Billy got 3/4 of the way to Kym’s cabin – the manager’s cabin – and saw that all the lights were off. Fuck it, he thought. Better not to go looking for her and try to fix it themselves.

With Billy and Heather back on the dock, Danica told them of her unsuccessful search. Then Heather watched as he argued with Danica about the last mask. Then, not giving a shit, she took off her jeans and shoes but kept her shirt on. Seeing her do this, Danica did the same and took a band out of her pants and put her long black hair into a ponytail.

Billy enjoyed the show but kept his pants on. His shirt and shoes stayed on the deck. Then all three of them got into the water and swam off in 3 different directions. Danica went straight out while Billy went off to the right of the dock and Heather took the left side.

Danica followed along the dock, looking this way and that. It was murky as hell; she couldn’t see a thing without a dive mask. All she could do was search mostly by feel.

She went as far as she could before rising to the surface and gasping for breath. Heather was up a short distance away. “See anything?”

“Does it look like I saw anything?” Heather replied irritably.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me, ok? I wasn’t the one who was supposed to look after those damned kids!” Heather just shook her head before taking a deep breath and submerging.

Danica shook her head. This was crazy. Why in the world would these kids throw a bed frame off the dock? But the answer to that was relatively simple: some kids were dicks and had dicks for parents.

She took a deep breath and dove for the bottom. At least the sun was out; there were no clouds in the sky. But the murky green bottom was giving her severely limited visibility. If she found the damned thing it would probably be more by feel than by sight…

Heather swept with her arms as she moved forward. This was stupid. Couldn’t they just leave it out here? Who would miss one lousy bed frame?

She shook her head as bubbles dribbled out of her nose. Chances are it would come out of their pay since they were responsible for keeping an eye on the kids. That was reason enough to find the damned thing.

She swam further along before heading back to the surface and the warmth above. When she came up she realized she had been deeper than she’d expected… deeper and colder. What’s more, she’d drifted away from the dock. There was virtually no chance they had thrown it this far out.

She looked over and saw Billy pop up and gasp for breath. He didn’t act like he’d found it. She took a deep breath and went back down, swimming closer to the dock. Chances are they merely dropped it right over the side. There was no need to get too far away. But since this was a floating dock she would have to work on staying close enough to make sure she could run into the bed frame if it was down on her side.

A few moments later Danica came up. She was away from the dock, her wet hair in its ponytail. Both her hands came up right away and rubbed at her eyes.

“Heather, couldn’t you find a least one more damn mask?” she yelled at her friend. Even with her eyesight a bit blurry, she saw Heather shrug.

“Did anybody find at least a trace of anything?” Billy asked.

Both girls shook their heads no. “All I found was that it drops off quickly once you get far enough out. The lake doesn’t go off on a gentle slope.”

“I never went that far,” Billy said. “I just did more of a side to side thing and went slowly away. I didn’t think I’d have to go that far out.”

“Same here,” Danica said.

“Well,” Heather said, adjusting her mask. “I guess we just have to try again.” Nobody answered, but all three could see the clear irritation on the faces of the other two.

A deep breath and Billy and Heather both went under. Danica tried to clear her eyes a bit. Then she drew a few deep breaths and dropped under. From the shore nobody would have even known that anyone was down there.

Heather knew about the drop off and, unlike her friends, had a better idea about where to begin. Billy and Danica, though not visible to anyone, did the same.

After a minute Billy came up. He was a little embarrassed that he had come up first while the two girls outlasted him. But he hadn’t taken a deep breath before he went under. Oh well.

30 more seconds and then, way to the other side, he saw Heather come up, her red hair trailing behind her. “Not a fucking thing!” she called over to him. Then they tread water, looking straight away from the end of the dock and waited for Danica. Each of them had a good feeling that she was going to come up empty as well.

More time, maybe 30 seconds passed, and no Danica. Each of the two of them started looking around. “Danica?” Billy called out. Then another 15 seconds and they moved closer to each other.

“Danica!” Heather called out. “This isn’t fucking funny anymore!”

There was a burst of water as Danica suddenly shot up out of the water. She gasped loudly for breath as though she’d been under forever. “What the hell took you so long?” Heather called out. “You damn near scared the crap out of us!”

“I think I found it!”

“You did??”

Billy and Heather swam out to the end of the dock. Danica came back and was holding on, panting like crazy. Heather asked, “So is it down there?”

“I found some metal and though I had it. Then I stumbled on a couple of broken canoes.”

“Broken canoes??” Billy replied in surprise.

“I don’t know what happened or how they got there. It looks like they broke up and went down. The bed frame was right there mixed in with all those weeds.”

“Weeds? What weeds?”

Danica looked at Heather and scowled. “There’s a bunch of weeds down there… and it’s deeper than shit. I tried pulling on the frame and then tried pulling on one of the canoes. It looks like it’s down there all right.”

“They threw it off the end of the dock?” Heather asked in disbelief.

“It’s right down there.”

“Show me.”

“Fine.”

Heather and Danica took deep breaths. Then they asked Billy, “Are you coming?”

“I’ll wait for the movie to come out.”

“Asshole.” And with that both women jackknifed downward.

Billy watched as the surface calmed down. A few bubbles came up, followed by a few more. But it certainly seemed to be taking a long time.

More bubbles came up, causing him to squirm uncomfortably. Maybe something had gone wrong. A moment later they both burst up together, coughing and sputtering.

“Danica, I thought you said it was right there!!”

“It is; I saw it… well, I saw some sort of metal. But it’s so fucking deep! We must have missed it because I didn’t see the frames of those canoes. I think we missed ‘em!” Then she glared at Heather as she told her, “You’re the one who should go down; you have the damn dive mask!”

“Fine – fine; I’ll go back down.”

“When you find it, come straight up so we’ll have an idea how far out it is.”

“Whatever.” And with that Heather filled her lungs and took a deep breath, jackknifing and diving downward.

Billy quietly observed, “You two were certainly down there a long time.”

“It’s a lot deeper than I thought it would be. There’s a bit of a drop-off. But it’s right there; I’m sure of it.”

“What about the canoes?”

“We’re leaving them. Besides, they look damaged and unusable. All we want is that bed frame.”

They watched quietly as the surface settled down again. A few bubbles burst up, followed by a few more a half minute later. They were alarmed to see a big burst come up. Then Heather burst up out of the water about ten or twelve feet away from the end of the dock.

“Well?”

“I found it! It’s right down here! It’s deep as fuck, but I think we can get it up!” She tread water for a few seconds before swimming to the dock and hanging on to the edge with the other two.

“I tried pulling on it, but it looks like it’s tangled up in some of that stuff on the bottom. I found a length of swimming rope and a couple tires, but I couldn’t move the tires and the rope was all tangled up as well.”

“So how do we get it up?” Billy wanted to know.

“I would have tried using the rope, but I couldn’t get it free.”

“Rope is a good idea,” Danica piped up. “There should be some back in that equipment shed, right? Billy, why don’t you go back and get it?”

“What are you two going to do?”

“Maybe we can go back down and make sure it’s not tangled up in anything… see where to tie off one end of the rope.”

“Fine with me.”

Billy grabbed the edge of the dock and lifted himself up out of the water. He stood up, took one last look at them and declared, “I’ll be right back.” Then he headed off along the dock back to shore.

“Make sure it’s long enough!” Danica called after him.

Danica and Heather treaded water for a bit and exchanged conversation. Then Billy was back. He tied the rope to the edge of the pier and threw the other end to the two girls.

Heather took in and submerged. Danica followed. Since they knew where it was, this time they had no trouble finding it. Between them – pushing and lifting – they were able to slip enough of it under the frame to tie it off. It was hard work and when the girls surfaced, they were both breathing heavily.

Billy pulled on the rope until it was taut. “That’s all I’m going to get. You two need to free it from the weeds or whatever the hell is trapping it.”

Danica and Heather shot each other an annoyed look and then went under. Billy couldn’t see them. But he pulled and each time he was able to get it back a bit more.

Both girls surfaced. “Well?” he asked.

“Well?” Danica said in a mocking voice. “If you think it’s so easy then why don’t you trade places? This thing is stuck and we can only stay under for so long at a time.”

Heather didn’t speak, but flipped Billy the bird. Billy shot it back. Then both girls went under again.

He waited for about 30 seconds and then started pulling again. It was taut, but then something gave and he fell backwards onto the dock. Something had obviously given way down there.

He waited for his two helpers to come up, but they didn’t. Billy waited some more and then, 30 seconds later, they still weren’t there. Something was wrong, he thought.

He jumped in and followed the rope downwards. He paused, shocked at what he saw. The frame had moved suddenly when it broke free from the weeds. Danica was pinned at the chest, fighting desperately but not able to find any sort of angle. Heather was stuck at the ankle and, as he drew near, she was able to free herself.

Heather shot up to the surface, but obviously weakly and without much strength. Billy thought that she’d make it on her own but, just in case, he put his hand under her elbow. They both came up, Heather coughing and spitting out water.

“Danica’s trapped!” she said.

Billy nodded as they both filled their lungs. Then they dove toward the bottom, following the rope down. It was deep and murky, getting colder the farther down they went.

They found Danica bubbling as she struggled to get out from under the bed frame. They both grabbed on and lifted up one end. Danica wriggled out and shot up to the surface, the other two following right behind.

They all burst up panting loudly for breath as they grabbed onto the end of the dock. “You left me down there!” Danica finally panted, angry at her friend.

“I ran out of breath!” Heather protested. “I had to come up, all right? Drowning myself wasn’t going to do anyone any favors, ok?”

“Let’s just get it up, ok?” Billy panted in exasperation. “At least we’ve got it out of the weeds.”

They all climbed out of the water onto the dock. Billy grabbed onto the rope and pulled. But it wasn’t coming up.

“I thought you two said it was out of the weeds.”

“What… can’t you bring it up??”

“It’s hanging up on something!”

“It can’t be the weeds, can it?”

“Here,” he said as he started to hand the rope over. “I’ll go down and see what’s hanging it up.”

“I’ll go back down,” Heather said, waving the rope away. “We’ll need you up here to haul it in. It’s kind of heavy.”

“Better let me go back down, ok?”

“Danica, didn’t you nearly drown a couple minutes ago?”

“I can hold my breath better than you two. I just proved it, didn’t I?”

“I better go down with you. Besides, Billy might need the two of us to help get it up. Stupid, dumb-ass kids for throwing it off in the first place! It’s a fucking mess down there!”

Heather angrily tossed her dive mask away, took a deep breath and then dove off the dock head first. Danica almost went for the dive mask before changing her mind. “Fucking show-off,” she muttered as she jumped off the dock as well, going in head first with her arms outstretched.

She pulled with her arms, kicking with her legs as she swam toward the bottom. She could just make out Heather’s legs kicking a few feet ahead of her. It would have been a hell of a lot easier were it not so deep out here at the end of the fucking dock!

She could just make out Heather grabbing the end of the frame while trying to lift it up off the bottom of the lake. The rope was taut; Billy was trying to haul it up. But for some reason it just wasn’t going up.

She motioned at Heather… “Hang on; I’m going to check!” Then she felt around the edge of the frame. That’s when she detected some sort of thin line or wire.

What the hell?? It looked like some sort of fishing line. She could see one of the damaged canoes hung up on some of it as more entangled around the leg of the bed frame.

She heard Heather grunt as she tried to lift it upward. But it was pulling loose fishing line up with it. Danica grunted and bubbled as she tried to claw all the line off the leg of the bed.

She tapped Heather’s leg and then tried to show her… “It’s hung up on this line! Give me a sec!” Heather nodded as she bubbled again. A moment later the line came free. With a bubbly grunt Heather lifted the bed frame upward, watching as Billy hauled it away.

Good… finally! Now she could head up and get out of this dirty, murky lake. She kicked off the bottom, only to get hung up as some loose fishing line tightly entangled her ankle.

She grunted in alarm as she tried pulling herself upward. Some of the weeds and the line tried to go up with her. But somehow it was tethered to the bottom.

Danica saw the problem and tried to grab her foot… “Wait; I see it! Let me get it off you!” But Heather was starting to panic as she kicked with her feet. Danica got a glancing blow from a kicking foot before her own lungs began to heave.

Shit! It was time to go up and get Billy again! But as she pushed off the bottom, some wayward line snagged her wrist, the line clinging tightly as it cut lines into her flesh… “SHIT!”

Up at the surface Billy was pulling the bed up. It was coming up now; they must have loosened it. He saw a few bubbles as he pulled on the rope. But weren’t they staying down longer than necessary? Danica wasn’t trying to show off her breath-holding skills again, was she??

The frame came into view, and he pulled harder. He grabbed on and managed to work over half of it onto the dock. But neither girl was coming up yet. What the hell?? Then he saw another couple bursts of bubbles erupt up at the surface.

He paused a second or two, waiting for the girls to come back up. There were more bubbles, but neither one surfaced. Something had to be wrong down there.

He dove into the water head first, wondering what he was going to find. This wasn’t like last time was it? They weren’t playing a joke on him, were they? It was possible, but for some reason he didn’t think so.

Danica’s legs came into the view as he reached the bottom. For some reason she looked tethered to the weeds by her wrist. Next to her Heather was pulling with her arms and spewing bubbles as though something had hold of her ankle.

He grabbed Danica by her legs and tried to pull, causing her to cry out thinking she was being attacked. She started to come up, only to promptly come to a halt as part of the weeds came up with her amongst a tangle of what looked like a snarl of fishing line. He got her attention where she motioned… “My wrist is caught in the line!” Then she pointed over at Heather’s foot… “And her ankle is caught!”

Billy struggled to pull the fishing line off Danica’s wrist. But it was wrapped pretty good. He tried to loosen it, but she had it pulled too tight, and it was cutting into her wrist.

Heather was freaking out, so he tried to get her attention. She looked like she was panicking. He reached for her ankle, noticing how tight the line was digging into her flesh.

He tried pulling hard in an effort to pull it down off her foot. She kicked instinctively, catching his head with a glancing blow. His lungs heaved; he was running out of breath.

He tried one last time, but her ankle was too tightly snagged. He turned back to Danica who now had a hand over her mouth as she jerked against the line tethering her to the bottom. He tried to pull on it, only to cut a red line into her wrist.

Bubbles spewed out through the fingers covering her mouth. He was close enough to see her eyes wide in growing desperation. Then he heard a grunt as Heather started spasming and convulsing, coughing up bubbles.

Billy pulled hard; maybe he could get Danica back up. His lungs heaved again; he had to go up now. He finally motioned… “I’m sorry; I’ve got to go back up!” Then he broke away and shot up for the surface that now seemed so far away.

Danica waved at him… “DON’T GO; DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE!” But he swam up to the surface anyway, leaving them behind.

Her friend was grunting and bubbling, and it scared the shit out of her. Danica saw Heather cover her mouth as though she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Then she saw her cough up bubbles as she started to spasm.

Danica jerked hard on the line entangling her wrist. But it was too tight; she couldn’t pull it free. There was so much fishing line it was hard to know where to start!

Not wanting to watch Heather drown, she reached out and tried one last time to free her friend’s snagged ankle. But there was too much line wrapped around it. The poor girl was coughing and spasming, each convulsion appearing to double her over.

She cried out a froth of bubbles as she yanked on the fishing line tethering her wrist to the bottom. Her lungs were burning; she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold her breath. Then she looked up to see Billy returning.

She anxiously waved him down, bubbles leaking out of her mouth and nose as her chest began to heave. But he swam over to Heather, grunting in alarm over the way she appeared to be lifeless as her body swayed back and forth. He tried pulling her up, only for part of the fishing line caught up in the weeds below to give a little. But it wasn’t nearly enough to pull her free.

Danica cried out, waving at him to help her instead. Billy swam down to try to assist. But she could already tell he was running out of breath.

He grabbed on and tried to pull her whole body upward. It pulled fishing line and weeds up, only to remain entangled among the debris on the bottom. Danica cried out in growing panic; she was almost out of breath.

She slashed a hand across her throat… “I’M OUT OF BREATH; YOU GOTTA HELP ME!” But Billy didn’t seem to know what to do. His chest heaved, and he lost another burst of air. Then she saw him turn around and swim back to the surface.

Her mind screamed, “DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE!” She reached up for him with her free hand. Then she reflexively gulped water.

Her eyes flew open as she inhaled again. Instantly she started coughing and choking as she inhaled again and again, sucking lake water into her lungs. She grunted and gurgled as she jerked in vain against the fishing line. Then she shuddered hard before going limp, her body too exhausted to struggle anymore.

A few stray bubbles slipped out of her lips. She could just make out Heather tethered to the bottom by the fishing line around her ankle. She tried to reach out for her, but she couldn’t make her arm move.

She was dimly aware of someone trying to pull her up again. It must be Billy, trying to get her up. Didn’t he understand he needed to free her from the fishing line first? Then her consciousness faded away…

Billy grunted as he tried jerking her body upward. He saw the fishing line clinging to her wrist, and he tried to untangle the strands. But there were too many and he was out of breath again.

He turned to see Heather swaying softly, an occasional bubble slipping out past her parted lips. He let out a bubbly cry of frustration as he turned and headed back to the surface. He kicked hard until he burst up gasping for breath.

Billy let out a wail of frustration, feeling utterly helpless. He needed something to cut the fishing line with. But he hadn’t seen anything on the bottom to use.

He rushed back along the dock to shore where he screamed at the top of his lungs for help. Then he rushed to the equipment shed, looking for something sharp to use. He came across a camper who gave him a knife. Then he rushed back down to the dock, knowing he was already much too late.

He reached the dock, ran along the length and then dove off the end into the water with the knife in his hands. He swam down until he reached the two girls. He didn’t know who to work on first, so he started sawing on the line to Heather’s ankle.

The strands separated, causing her body to slowly ascend to the surface. He turned and frantically began sawing on the line tethering Danica to the bottom. It took several slices and a set of straining lungs before he cut her free. Then he wrapped an arm around her and began swimming her up to the surface.

Heather was slowly rising face down, still losing the occasional bubble out of her mouth. He got Danica up where others had gathered on the dock. They helped get her out of the water before he turned his attention to Heather. But his worst fears were confirmed after they got her out of the water as well. CPR proved futile as the two had been under too long… and all because of that damned bed frame…

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The affair 2.8 (4)

Posted on November 18, 2016 by riwa

The affair

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

I went by Angie’s house for the fourth time in as many nights. Each of the previous 3 nights had been the same; the two garage lights were on as was the porch light. That was the signal we had arranged. If all the outside lights were still lit then just keep going; my husband’s home.

This time as I passed by I saw that the porch light was out. Either it was safe, and she had unscrewed the bulb long enough to keep it from lighting up, or it had blown out on its own.

I looked through the large house’s picture window but didn’t see any motion or shadows, a good sign. So I drove away and parked in the Walmart parking lot two miles from her house. Even these days, in nice neighborhoods like hers, there seemed to be a Walmart everywhere.

Getting out, I started to walk back to her house and reflected on how our relationship had started and progressed over the last several months. I had no intention of having Angie as part of my life. But then one day several months ago I had been in a chair at Barnes and Noble reading a finance book, and when I looked up there she was.

At a glance, I pegged her to be in her early 40’s. She obviously was well past high school but was nice to look at. She was sitting but I pegged her to be at about 5’5”, a normal height for a woman.

Average figure too, but her clothes told me that she cared a lot about her appearance. Designer clothes and jewelry that made her hot to me. Either she was deep in hock at the stores that sold those kind of clothes, or she had the funds to afford them. It turned out to be the latter.

We didn’t speak that day but she gave me a smile that said she was checking me out as well, and then she went back to her book. I took a final glance at her and the book was some sort of self-esteem type. That seemed odd to me-she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would need it. Then I went back to my own book and that was that.

The next day I was back to work at the stock brokerage where I work and had totally forgotten about her. Still, at the end of the day I went back to the bookstore. I guess my curiosity had gotten the better of me. She wasn’t there but, then again, what had I really expected?

Back to work, and back the next day. When the weekend rolled around I, for some reason, went to the bookstore and she was there. She had a different book, but another self-help kind, and her clothes were different but still high end. I walked around, waiting for a seat to open up close by her. It took almost 45 minutes but then I grabbed the first book I could find from the investment section and plopped down across from her.

There was silence between us and the other two people in the other chairs, but I spoke to her. “Didn’t I see you here a while ago? You look familiar.”

She smiled. “I’m here almost every day at some point. I don’t like being alone at the house. But I rarely come at the same time each day. What about you?”

I told her that I came now and then, but only on weekends. She nodded as it seemed like it was an answer that made sense, one that she had expected. Then she flashed me a smile and went back to her book.

15 minutes later I peeked over the top of my book. I hadn’t really been paying attention to what I was reading because she was in my thoughts. But I caught her looking at me. I tried to change my glance but it was too late-she knew that I was looking at her too.

“I’m Angie,” she said. “Would you like to put down the book and go to the other side of the store for a Danish or coffee? I’ll be blunt, I caught you staring and you caught me.”

I nodded and then we walked over and started talking. It wasn’t much, just enough to reveal each other’s names and such. I noticed a wedding band with a very expensive diamond on it, but avoided that subject.

We talked a little bit more, idle chit chat. But then she looked at her watch and apologized, saying that she had to meet someone. Just before she walked away she said, “I’m usually here Monday, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.” Then she was gone and I watched her go, admiring her from behind.

The weekend passed and I couldn’t wait for the closing bell on Monday. I left, happy that I looked nice in my suit and tie, and hoped that she hadn’t been there and left already. When I got there I shrugged and assumed that was exactly what had happened. All 4 seats were empty.

I looked around, hoping to see her, but then I left. While I was taking a final look behind me I almost hit her in the face with the door as I pushed it open. She brought up a hand to protect herself but I managed to yank the door back in time.

“My, don’t we look dapper,” she said to me. She didn’t even mention the whole door thing. Although I didn’t know about such things, it looked like she had stepped her outfit up a bit. Larger ear rings and she was showing a bit more leg. It wasn’t that of a 20 year old, but still it was nice that she had even made the effort.

“I was sort of hoping that I’d bump into you”, I confessed, “and not just with the door.”

Angie smiled and brushed it off. “I was sort of hoping for that as well…suit and tie I see.”

I told her about my work and then asked if she’d like to go to a nicer place to talk, away from the bookstore. She nodded and we walked together across the plaza to where there was a nice coffee shop. The lot was pretty empty but I caught her taking a quick look at a large BMW. I assumed that it was hers.

We spoke, although I don’t really remember what about. It was just mundane stuff and I told her about my job, about how I was a bachelor, and such. She kept things a little more neutral, being a bit protective and private, but it was still a nice time.

Before we knew it, seven o’clock was coming around. We both said that we had to go but she wrote her phone number on a napkin and pushed it over my way. “I’d like to see more of you. But I’ll never take that call in the evening. Between 10 and 2 is best.” Then she flashed me a nice smile and was gone.

I decided to wait a day, to be coy and not seem too desperate. Then I called her. She just answered with a bland hello and I realized that I had never given her my number. Duhh, I thought. When I told her it was me her voice changed, becoming more animated. We agreed to meet in an hour at a nice restaurant.

That night was different than the rest. We talked some more and the first thing I said, pointing to her ring, was if she was married.

“Yes,” she said, but didn’t elaborate and sort of dropped her eyes a bit. So I let it go. We enjoyed the meal and then said goodbye.

After that, one meeting led to another and then another. Each one was a bit more upscale and intimate than the last as we learned about each other. I worked, but did ok, while she spent her husband’s money. I established that I was never married. She was but, as I found out, wasn’t happy.

“My husband’s having an affair,” she admitted. “But what he doesn’t know is that I know. He thinks that I’m not on top of what he does. I’d leave him, but everything is in his name and there’s no pre-nup.” She started to break into tears as she said that and got up and hurried to the women’s room to fix her face.

When she came back I suggested that she make an exit strategy…to open her own bank account and slowly move funds that he’d never miss into it so that she could go when she was ready. Angie actually smiled.

Another week went by. When I called her she told me that I should come over to her house and she’d cook dinner for both of us.

The meal was nice as she obviously went to a lot of effort. But I couldn’t help but notice that she’d colored her hair. It was a more lively shade of brown than before and she’d also dressed more provocatively.

The house itself was huge, but all the same it resonated of being alone and unhappiness. We ate but then I went home. I thought about her on the drive home and wondered if she had been expecting more.

I was over for dinner next week as well. We ate, but as I was leaving I turned around and put my hand on her between her breasts and gently pushed her back against the wall. Taking a chance, I kissed her softly, waiting to see what she would do. To my surprise and delight, she kissed me back.

We stayed like that for a minute, just kissing. Then I felt her wrap her leg around mine and pushed gently so that we both went onto the floor. We didn’t ravage each other. It was slow, gentle, and nice.

The next time I called her there was no answer. My call went right to her voicemail. It was the same the next time and I was wondering if I had been used.

Then I woke up the next day and found that a text had been sent to me in the middle of the night. “Sorry,” it said, “but my husband was home and I couldn’t do anything.” I was happy to hear that and we agreed to meet at her house the next day.

Days passed and then a month went by. We followed the same routine. Dinner, then love making. Her husband was still cheating, and now and then she’d have to bail on me because he was home. Several things happened after that.

For our own good, and so we never had to use the phone again, we came up with the light system. I’d come by on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays and we’d hope for the best.

She stepped up her wardrobe and dressed nicer for me each time. I tried to do the same but didn’t have her funds. Last of all, she set up her bank account to run if and when she was ready. For someone like her, she was actually not very computer literate, so I set up everything for her.

We kept on meeting like this for a year and a half. Her husband was as clueless about the affair she was having with me as he was ignorant she knew about his.

Our time together was becoming a bit of a distraction at work. I couldn’t get her out of my head and my work began to suffer. Nothing serious, but my earnings went down.

Nothing was said, but after a second quarter of the same, I was called onto the carpet. They kept me on, but put me on probation. I decided that I needed to be more careful.

Over the next month I got my act together. But we still kept seeing each other. As I walked up to her house I went to the back.

There was a pool and hot tub back there, but we’d never used it. I wasn’t much for the pool although she said she liked to use it during the day. I saw it all the time though because she had long since given me a key because the high wooden fence gave us privacy.

The sliding door into the kitchen was unlocked… another signal. If I couldn’t get in, then she’d used the back-up signal to keep me away. But it had always been unlocked and tonight was no exception.

I let myself in and waited. Then she came out but wasn’t dressed as usual. The designer clothes were gone and she was wearing a sheer black outfit that I could easily see through and showed her black bra and panties to whoever was watching.

I felt myself starting to get hard as she walked towards me. She’d done her hair for me again and, through the sheer outfit, I could see that she’d been working out. With a gentle kiss she walked by me, beckoning me to follow.

Back outside, she looked at me. “Do you like?” she asked. I nodded. Then she stepped away and took off her gown.

“What about now?” I nodded and smiled, letting her know that I liked it even more. Then she stripped down entirely and stepped into the hot tub.

For the first time I noticed the two champagne flutes that were there and stood there, looking at her naked body. She gave me a look, smiling at the obvious bulge in my pants. Then I stripped down and got into the tub with her.

Sitting down, we inched towards each other and embraced in the middle of the hot tub. No words were spoken but when we met she opened her legs and let me enter her. It was different to be sure, but still enjoyable. Afterwards we sat next to each other and drank the champagne.

A month went by and I stopped seeing her. Bad timing-her husband was always home. I started to wonder if one of them had found out about the other’s behavior. But as she had made clear, I never called.

At last I was at her driveway. It was the usual drill; key for the pool fence lock, then slowly sliding the patio door. She was there and, as if it was a scene being replayed, Angie was wearing the same see-through outfit and underwear. This time it was her who followed me out to the tub.

I was undressed first and waiting for her. Angie didn’t come in right away but instead did a slow strip tease. Then she was in and waiting for me.

I shook my head no, causing her a bit of confusion… but then beckoned her with my hand. She inched over to me. As she approached I slowly spun her around by her shoulders and pulled her body against mine.

Below the waterline I used my knee and balanced her so that her legs were open. I slid my hand between them, rubbing her back and forth. I couldn’t see Angie’s face but I came close and brushed her brown hair away from her right shoulder and kissed her.

I saw the smile on her face and she obviously enjoyed it. I kept rubbing her slowly back and forth and she leaned into me. The tips of her hair were wet but her shoulders never went under the water.

I kept going, pleasuring her and she leaned harder into me. I knew that she could feel my hardness pushing into her side. She made an effort to find me, but just couldn’t. She was too far into the pleasure that I was giving her. Then I slowed down.

“What’s the matter” she asked in a desperate voice.”

“Nothing,” I replied, “Just teasing a bit.”

She shook her head no and said “Keep going.” I kept her waiting a bit more, kissing her again on the shoulder and caught the glazed look in her eyes.

I went back between her legs with my hand, going softly and trying to extend it out. Angie was still reaching back, trying to grab me, but still was too lost in herself to find me. She was getting close when something happened.

She still hadn’t reached orgasm when for reasons I didn’t understand, I pushed forward and dunked her down, falling with her. She was totally pinned against the bottom. I was squarely on her back, holding her down.

I reached down and got a perfect hold on her shoulders, keeping them down too. I had no idea why I did it. But she was pinned under 3 feet of water and I watched and wondered what was going through my mind and through Angie’s.

She stopped trying to touch me and started to slip under the water. I looked down and saw that her legs were quivering, faltering, as her strength faded while her mind went into wherever it goes when women get close. She slid down, the water approaching her chin, and would have submerged entirely if I hadn’t been holder her.

Her neck arched back and the water came up even farther but then, maybe being fun, or cruel, I’m not sure which, I backed off and let her slowly come back. She found her legs and started to rise, able to support herself. Then she turned her head a bit, just so she could barely face me.

“Please,” she almost begged.” Finish it…don’t tease me…it’s been so long….”

“Mind if I try something?” I asked. She nodded and I went back to her, slower than before. She was close, but not as close as before, but easily found her spot.

Quickly, but gently, I turned her in my arms and stood up. When I stood up we could see each other’s faces as hers was totally submerged. Her shoulders were resting on the bottom, her face three feet below the surface, but I kept her legs open, folded over my shoulders, and kept pleasuring her.

Angie looked up, confused, and wanted air but at the same time didn’t want me to stop. I had her close and so she was excited when she went under, not without as much air if she had been ready, but she didn’t try to get up. Instead she tightened her legs on my shoulders, waiting.

I saw her close her eyes and then stepped forward. More of her body went under but that spot between her legs was up in the air. Adjusting just so, I went back there with one free hand while I used the other to hold her in place.

I found the spot that had given her the most pleasure. It was wet, of course, from both herself and the pool, and I started on her again. I looked down at her face and she reacted immediately.

Her eyes, which had been watching me in surprise, closed and her body started to hitch. I knew though, that being cut off from the air wasn’t why. I kept on doing her, aware that she had come back a bit when I backed off, but it didn’t take much effort to get her back.

I looked down at her. Angie’s eyes were closed and her hair was swirling around, blocking her face and then exposing it again. Despite the weight of the water her body shook hard and I could feel her legs tighten on my shoulders.

I kept going on her…there would be no teasing this time. With another look down I saw, not only her face, but myself. I was hard as a rock from doing this to her.

I didn’t know how much time went by but her body was in spasm. I think it was the lack of air catching up to her mixed with pleasure. Then her legs folded together tightly, almost knocking me off balance.

Angie let out a high pitched scream as she came. It was muffled by the water between us but it was still pretty loud. Then her legs relaxed and the rest of her body went still as her orgasm washed over her.

I looked down and saw that, one, I was still hard as a rock and, two, Angie was starting to come back. After a moment or two she realized where she was or, more appropriately, where her nose and mouth were not, and tried to come up for air. I didn’t let her though.

I kept my position and her shoulders stayed pinned against the bottom. There was no way that she could even come close to the air. Angie’s eyes opened wide as she realized that she couldn’t get up, that fighting me was useless.

She reached up to me, thinking that maybe I didn’t understand. I saw her eyes open wide as realization hit her and she covered her mouth with one hand. Most of her air, and her strength, had been used in her orgasm and she was much weaker than someone would normally have been.

Her struggles become more intense, although it was impossible for her to get much of anywhere. I looked down and saw the realization in her eyes as her legs lost their strength. They slid down and would have gone under if I hadn’t kept them up. Under the water, her arms started to slow down.

As the last of her strength ebbed away, her hand fell away from her mouth and a stream of bubbles came out of her mouth. With her hair behind her, I had a perfect view of her face as her eyes rolled up and her body went limp.

I waited and watched. She was totally soft and limp, but I was still so hard. I waited a little more, enjoying the sight before me, but I made a point of keeping time in my head.

After about 45 seconds I bent down and put my hand under her neck. I couldn’t believe how light she was and when I brought her into the air her neck rolled back and her hair went straight down. Being careful, I put her body onto the deck and breathed into her to bring her back to consciousness.

I didn’t bother with CPR. I knew that she hadn’t been down long enough to need it. A few more breathes and Angie was back, coughing and spitting out water.

One hand went up to her forehead and, as she continued taking deep breathes I climbed out and went to her other side and pulled her away from the edge. I looked down at her and waited. Finally, I asked, “How was that…was it good, or scary?”

I waited to the answer and half expected her to get out of there before she called the police but, instead, she reached up and took my hand into hers. “You scared me to death,” she said, “but I came so hard that I couldn’t believe it…and then that sensation of being held other made me come again. Could you tell?”

I shook my head no.

“Well no man has made me cum, at all, in any way in such a long time…especially not my husband. I don’t know why, but I liked it.”

Angie saw me smile and said, “We need to do that again, maybe not here, but somewhere. In the meantime, let me take care of you.”

I looked down and saw that I had lost a lot of my stiffness while I was reviving her. Then Angie went to work and teased me, making me promise to do it to her again. I nodded half-heatedly – my mind was somewhere else – as she finished me and I thought of a new scenario.

We spent some time kissing and cuddling and fondling before getting each other off one more time. Then she decided it might be best to call it a night. There was no point taking chances even though she was relatively certain her husband would not be home any time soon. We both got out, dried off and got dressed before kissing each other good night.

I waited a while before trying again. It was a Thursday when I went over. I tried the back only to hear someone in the pool.

I took a careful look, wondering if her husband was home. Instead I saw Angie swimming in her pool. She was moving back and forth with what appeared to be very little effort.

I made sure no one could see me where I was standing as I watched her. I was tempted to go in, but I stayed were I was. The signals all indicated she was alone, but I was not going to take any chances. Besides, I was enjoying watching her swim.

She reached the end of the pool and turned around doing a back stroke. Her arms efficiently came over her head as she propelled herself through the water. She was wearing an attractive black one-piece with a lot of thigh exposed along with what appeared to be a lot of cleavage showing.

She reached the end, turned around and swam back across while using that same backstroke. I was fascinated as I watched her. There was something about the way she moved in the water that held my gaze.

She reached the end of the pool in the deep end, treading water while panting quietly. I thought she looked over in my direction as though half expecting me. But I wasn’t entirely certain she wasn’t just checking on a noise.

She took a deep breath before jackknifing downward. Bubbles came up as her ass glistened briefly in the dim illumination. It was a nice ass, and I watched as her slender legs came up and she disappeared straight down.

I watched and waited, but she didn’t come up. I kept my eyes on the deep end, but the waters were growing calm. She never came up, and I found myself becoming alarmed.

I was about to rush in to save her when she suddenly appeared in the shallow end, popping up and gasping for breath. She swam the rest of the way to the end of the pool and paused to catch her breath. Then she inhaled deeply before submerging again.

She disappeared, and the surface of the pool settled down again. I watched with interest, wondering how long she could hold her breath. I assumed she was swimming, although I figured it would not take her long to get from one end of the pool to the other. So what was she doing during all that extra time?

I waited until she finally popped up in the deep end panting quietly for breath. She looked all around and then swam back toward the shallow end. I watched as she used those same, smooth strokes. She reached the end of the pool, filled her lungs and submerged again.

I suspected she was heading back toward the deep end. But I suspected she was taking her sweet time about it, perhaps moving slowly along the bottom of the pool. There was no sign of her, and I watched with interest.

I finally slipped inside the gate as she reached the deep end. She didn’t see me walk toward the pool as she took a deep breath and went under. I headed for the shallow end of the pool to meet her once she came back up.

Slipping out of my shoes as I walked towards the shallow end, I sat down and put my feet into the water. Angie never made it all the way to the side. She obviously saw my legs before she got all the way to the side and pulled up.

The water was on her stomach and she walked towards me, using the slow gait that being the water makes you walk at. Then she reached me and, putting one hand on each knee pushed up for a moment and gave me a peck on the cheek before standing up and looking at me. “How long have you been watching?” she asked.

As I started to answer, she reached up and squeeze her hair in her hands, drying it a bit. “I don’t think that I was watching long enough,” I said, “but maybe 15 minutes. Last time, in the hot tub, all we did was stay in there and, later, I wondered if you could swim.”

She looked at me curiously. “Why would you even wonder that?”

“Well sometimes the pool just comes with the house. I’m glad that you can. You cut quite a figure, especially when you do the backstroke and your body points high.” I smiled and gave her a wink as I said it and she smiled back, sort of shyly.

“Thanks.”

“You also seem able to hold your breath for a long time while you’re underwater. Was that your best, or can you push yourself even farther?”

“That’s typical. I can do more but the pool is only so long so I don’t bother. I’ve snorkeled but tend to stay at the top because I like the view better. I’m also a certified diver and so there’s no need to. I enjoy the sensation though so the pool is pretty much the only place I do it.”

“I missed you,” she said.

I was about to say the same when she pushed up on my knees again and this time, when she came down, pulled her suit off of her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts. She left the lower half of her suit on and then began the same, slow, leisurely backstroke as she had before. I watched her go, breasts pointing skyward, and felt myself get hard.

She never submerged and, when she reached the wall, did a slow and graceful racing turn and came back to me at the same leisurely pace. As she passed the pool’s halfway point, as graceful as ever with her hair trialing as she swam, I wondered what to do next, well aware of the hardness that was pressing against the fabric of my pants.

She swam right up to the edge of the pool before standing up with a sly smile. “Are you still wearing those clothes?” she asked with a coy look.

It occurred to me I’d better get out of them before she pulled me into the water and got me wet. But I had to distract her first. “I was just curious what you do on the bottom of the pool for so long. I guess I half expected you to go under.”

“You want to see what I do underwater? Pervert.”

“No, I…” She just laughed as she took a deep breath and submerged.

I started to undress as she rolled over onto her back. She release small dribbles of air as she stayed pretty close to the bottom. She reached the slope and angled downward until she was in the deep end.

I got into the water naked, still watching as she brought her hands up to caress herself. A few bubbles dribbled out of her nose as she erotically touched herself. So that’s what she did to herself down there.

She floated up to the surface, panting quietly as she still caressed herself. She came upright treading water, smiling at me. “That’s better,” she observed. Then she took a deep breath and submerged again, this time swimming on her back underwater toward the shallow end.

She moved with slow, easy strokes, occasionally pausing to touch herself. I watched until she drew close to me. She looked up and blew bubbles in my direction as she caressed her chest. So I decided to put my foot down.

I placed it in her chest, forcing her all the way to the bottom. She reacted unnerved at first, losing a little air. But she settled right down and continued slowly rubbing her hands all over her body, slowly peeling that suit off herself until she was fully exposed.

I was enchanted as I watched her. But I was also feeling a little playful, especially the way she was teasing me like that. So I kept my foot in her chest.

She lost a little burst of air as she reached to move my foot. But I deliberately kept it there, keeping her pinned to the bottom of the pool. Her eyes began to open wider in alarm as she bubbled and grunted. That’s when I relented, removing my foot and allowing her to shoot up to the surface.

“You rat!” she gasped, panting for breath.

“Who me? Innocent little ol’ me?”

“Not so innocent I would say,” she replied, her eyes twinkling.

Angie turned her head away from me for just a moment to see where I’d put all my clothes. Satisfied, she turned back to me. Then she moved away.

She didn’t swim. She just tread water and slowly moved across the pool towards the deep end. I walked after her, keeping pace until walking was too much of an effort.

Her head never went under….God she looked sexy as hell. Then she stopped. She was treading water in the center of the deep end.

I approached her slowly but she held her hand up, making me stop. “You know,” she said, “When I’m with you I’m a million miles away from my husband, my failing marriage…everything. Also, in case you’re wondering, you’re the only one.” I just stayed where I was, not sure what to say.

“Not now, but the last time, I passed out. I could have fought harder, gotten you off, but for some reason I didn’t. I’m not sure why but for some reason I trusted you…and before I blacked out you made me feel better than I have in a long time.”

I nodded, again not sure what to say. I did catch her looking down, almost putting her face in the water. It was obvious that she could see how hard I was.

“But there’s one thing that I have been wondering?” Still treading water, I shrugged and waiting for her to continue.

“Neither of us can touch the bottom so I was wondering if you can take it as you can give it. I don’t have your weight, or height, but I am a good breath-holder. You’ve seen it yourself.”

I started to answer but before I could, Angie was on me. She lunged out and brought her entire weight onto my body. I went under and then we were pressed together, our naked bodies pressed together. We rolled, but she had gotten the upper hand and I was upside down.

Then Angie reached up and closed my legs together with her arms in a tight grip. I tried to get her off but then she was there, her mouth on my cock. It went from hard to rock solid hard as she held me and went back and forth over it.

It was wonderful but then she stopped, just long enough to get her head above water. It only took a second but then she was back and I couldn’t get her off. Suddenly I realized that we’d changed places.

I struggled to get to the surface, but she kept working on me, making my cock twitch as I was forced to hold my breath. It seemed she wasn’t above turning the tables on me and putting me into a similar situation as I put her. I couldn’t quite get to her with my mouth so I used my hand to reach what I could. At least I forced a grunt and a few bubbles out of her mouth.

I don’t know how long I was under before I struggled to shift myself up toward the surface. She was certainly good at holding her breath. I realized I was at a distinct disadvantage if it ever came to a contest as to who could stay down the longest.

Somehow I got my head up enough to get another breath. She wriggled and rolled us until I went back under. I heard her gasp up at the surface before going back to work on my cock.

My sinuses stung, but the longer I was forced to hold my breath, the more the sting seemed to ease. It finally got to where it didn’t bother me whether I was face up or face down. But she was still working on my cock, leaving me able to respond using only my hands.

She finally had to compose herself so she let us go. We both popped up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. She gave me a wicked little smile of pleasure as though the whole damned thing had been fun if not amusing as hell.

“All right – all right; you win,” I relented.

“Do I?” And with that she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down with her as we kissed. Bubbles trickled out of her nose as her tongue probed a little. And she had no problem whatsoever humping against my hardened manhood.

We kept going until we came together. When we were, I started to the surface but she quickly wrapped her legs around mine, pinning them so I couldn’t get away. I was able to slide one leg over her so she was equally trapped.

Angie grew still and I watched her. She was smiling and her brown hair moved slowly in the water. Despite her exertions, she clearly had a lot of breath left in her and, watching her naked, I still couldn’t believe that she was around 40. She had the sexuality of someone half her age. I was hoping that she felt the same about me.

We stayed that way, slowly sinking until we touched the grate at the deepest part of the deep end. She kept smiling but I saw her chest hitch and watched her breasts move. She was also watching me and no doubt noticed the spasm that passed through my own body. Still, she didn’t relent and so I figured that I couldn’t either.

I had no watch, and neither did she of course. All we had was our two naked bodies, sharing each other. My chest was pounding and I could really feel the need for air. Angie wasn’t twitching but had brought her hand up to cover her mouth and nose. I didn’t…I just steeled myself into proving that I could beat her.

Another minute and we were still locked but I could feel my grip on her loosening. Her legs stayed tight but bubbles started to come out from beneath her hands. Things started to get foggy but she never let go but then I saw her start to lean, or drift backwards. She was slipping away and I went to help her…but there was no strength in me either and we separated, both falling.

Weakly, I reached out and caught her hands and pulled her upright. I saw that her eyes were starting to roll up in her head but she was somehow able to find the bottom and kicked up. Her kick was too weak and she would not have made it up on her own. Luckily, I found my last strength and we held hands, working together to bring ourselves up.

I don’t remember exactly what happened next. It was pretty foggy, but then things cleared up and we were in her master bathroom, showering together to get the chlorine off our bodies.

I asked her if she liked what we had done together in her pool. She smiled as she leaned into me, grinding her ass against my softened manhood. “You make me feel special again,” she breathed

She turned and kissed me, and I kissed her back. Then I took some soap and started lathering her up. She got a handful and did the same to me until our hands were all over each other, soaping and caressing and fondling. It was probably one of the longer showers I’d ever taken.

We dried each other off, both of us all hot and bothered again. Her nipples were hard, and I had started to stiffen again. She smiled as she grabbed me and led me by my private member into the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to do it in here?” I asked carefully. In response she kissed me deeply. Our passions overcame us as she pulled me onto her body on the bed.

For the next couple of hours our separate worlds were forgotten as we came together. There was no mention of her marriage or my work or what we were doing. There was even no mention of our time out in her swimming pool. It was just two lonely souls drawn together through fateful circumstances. I think deep down we both knew it was wrong on a certain level. But we were too caught up in the passions and desires to think clearly.

We finally wound down before she decided it was probably best for me to leave. We made some small discussion as to how and when we would meet again. We kissed each other tenderly before I left her there, wondering what her husband would do if he ever found out about us… or what he would do if he found out she knew about his mistress.

With a tender kiss goodbye, I left and started to take the several block stroll to where I always parked. My thoughts were muddled by Angie and how she made me feel. I still wasn’t sure if her feelings were 100% real or if I was a partial break, or even revenge, from her husband. One thing was sure, she was living a nice life and someone was providing it.

Back at the house, Angie was thinking the same thoughts although I didn’t know it. She knew that I didn’t have anyone significant in my life, except for her.

My clothes were still a bit damp…I hadn’t dried myself 100%, when I started the ride home. Angie, for her part, undressed on the bed again and began to pleasure herself. She thought backwards, going from the recent shower to their saving each other and back to when he held her under until she passed out.

It was the last one that she thought about the most. She had actually placed her life in the hands of this man who, at the time, she didn’t 100% know. The fact that she did it, allowed it, and took pleasure in it was confusing and arousing all at the same time.

I stopped meeting Angie at her house for a few weeks. We both agreed to take a break from using her house but we still met at the library and coffee shop. When the weather got warmer we began meeting each other again at the lake for late night aquatic meetings.

As it turned out, that was a good idea since, during the interval when I stopped coming to her house, her husband broke it off with his mistress. A distrustful husband, he put a few nanny cams around the house that Angie didn’t even know about. Luckily, we had stopped meeting at her house and there was nothing for him to see.

We swam at the lake a couple of times. But it was not easy getting together. Angie told me she’d detected a change in her husband.

Once we met at the library and I felt a strange unease. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it might have been Angie. She acted different somehow.

Another time we were out at the lake where we did a little kissing and breath-holding. But again I detected there was something off about Angie. There was nothing concrete or substantial, so I chalked it up to my conscience bothering me over getting together with a married woman.

Our last meeting at the coffee shop Angie came out and told me something wasn’t right with her husband. I asked her what was going on and she told me that was just it… she didn’t know anymore. His habits had changed.

I asked if he was still seeing his mistress and she said she couldn’t be certain anymore. In fact she couldn’t be certain about anything. “Does he know about us?” I finally asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Should we keep meeting like this?”

“I don’t know.” The fact that she couldn’t say yes made me wonder if she was having second thoughts or if her desire for revenge against her husband had run its course.

We both talked and agreed, unhappily, that we needed to cool it for a while. We still sent each other texts, on the sly, and kept it short. I could tell though, despite their brevity, that she indeed wanted to keep seeing me. I was relived because the feeling was mutual.

Several nights later I dropped by unexpectedly. I went in through the locked gate with my key, as usual. I saw Angie in the kitchen, alone, and stood there for 20 minutes, trying to see if she was alone. When I couldn’t take it anymore I tapped softly on the glass. She saw me and rushed to the pool door.

She opened the glass door quickly, with a smile. “I’ve missed you”, she said, “and I’ve missed our time together.”

“Are we alone?” I asked, looking around.

She nodded. “We are, but not for long. My husband’s plane will be landing in about 2 hours and I wouldn’t want to risk anything.” She backed away and I could see her smile-she really had missed me.

“I’ve missed you like you can’t believe Angie. I was really wondering if things were over.”

“I know that I’ve had to cool it, but it couldn’t be helped, but I had no choice. He’s home more often now and won’t tell me what changed with his schedule.”

Before I could respond she pushed me, hard, against the fridge door. Before I do anything she was on me, her hands behind my head and tongue invading me. I let her take charge but when I reached down and then up through her shirt and went for her bra, she backed off.

“I can’t,” she said, “I know that if we get started that I won’t be able to stop and I can’t risk it. Wait until tomorrow and, if you see the signal, go to the lake and not here.” I smiled and slipped out.

After two days I went by and the signal was there. I then went out to the lake and saw her car in the farthest corner of the lot. Parking on the other side, as far away as possible, I went onto the sand and looked for her.

She wasn’t there but, after my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, I saw her in the middle of the lake, sitting on the wooden platform that was anchored to the bottom. Swimming out there, I saw that she was naked and waiting. Just as I arrived she jumped in and went under. Then Angie surfaced behind me and slicked her hair back and smiled.

We held each other, kissing and holding each other down and away from the air, testing each other as if no time had passed. Eventually, mindful of the time, we swam back to shore and got dressed.

“Wednesday?” Angie asked with a smile. I nodded back and we drove off in our separate directions.

Neither one of us had noticed the car that was parked across the street in the patch that was used for reserve parking.

A part of me couldn’t wait for Wednesday. But a part of me was concerned. Things were shifting… changing. I was no longer in control.

I asked myself if I still wanted to see her. It was possible if not probable she was using me. But I had to admit I liked it, even if I was being taken advantage of. The short answer was yes; I wanted to see her again. But was it safe?

She acted like she knew even less about her husband’s comings and goings than before. That made things a whole lot more uncertain. What if he decided to file for divorce, leaving her high and dry? Was I prepared to take her on if need be? Could I handle it financially?

There were so many questions and so few answers. And right now it seemed as if my cock was doing all the thinking for me. That was never a good thing.

What was I going to do on Wednesday? I was probably going to get in contact with her. But was it the right thing to do? My penis said yes, but my mind wasn’t so sure.

As it turned out, nothing actually happened when Wednesday rolled around. I did my standard drive-by and saw that the signal to meet wasn’t there. I didn’t hear from her the next day either but I did get a text early Friday morning.

“Sorry about the other day, and I wasn’t blowing you off yesterday. It just wasn’t safe. He’s hanging around more and more but he’s moody and I don’t want to take chances.”

I looked at the text again and saw that it had arrived fifteen minutes ago so I texted back “Tonight?” She didn’t say anything, but a smiley face came back.

It seemed to take forever after I got home for the sun to go down, but it eventually set and I decided to get ready. Just to be safe I went to her house first all the same and the signal was there. Feeling myself get hard, I drove away quickly to the lake.

In the same spot as before, I saw her silver Mercedes. I took a spot far away, just as I had done last time. Walking down the sand to the beach I saw her on the mounted raft.

Even in the dark I could see her in profile. She was sitting there, leaning far back on her palms, legs crossed, looking at the stars. I didn’t say anything to alert her to my presence but, just before I started out, I thought I saw her turn her head in my direction.

I never made it to the raft. 3/4 of the way there I bumped into her. She had slipped off the raft and swam out to meet me. She had done it slowly because I could see that, except for the very tips, her brownish hair was standing up, nice and dry.

“I was hoping that you’d come,” she said with a smile.

“Why?” I asked playfully. But then I saw a serious look in her eyes.

“I wanted to tell you in person that I’ve decided to leave my husband. I might need to hide for a bit and was hoping that you’d help me.”

I just nodded in silence and she slowly moved forward. I put out my arms to embrace her, trying to be there only for her but well aware of how hard I was under the water. But in the next instant it all changed.

There was an explosion from behind her, water shooting everywhere as whatever it was came up from behind her. Angie was pulled back and before she could cry out or react I saw someone’s right arm come around and wrap itself around her neck in such a crushing grip that I could feel it myself. Then she was pulled under.

I went to help her, and thought I saw her left hand break the surface. But then I felt my arms being pulled back. From the way they were held, it was obvious that two people had come up silently from behind and each had a hold of one of my arms.

They didn’t drag me under though. I was held in place and saw bubbles and water being sloshed around from Angie’s struggles against whoever had her.

Totally locked where I was, I just watched helplessly when Angie’s face broke through the surface. There was terror in her eyes, which were partially obscured by her wet hair, as she breathed heavily and was pulled down, but not under. Someone had a good hold on her and was deliberately keeping her where, if she tilted her head back as far as she could, she could keep her mouth and nose above the waterline.

“Help me!!” she gasped into the air, the cry obviously directed at me. Then I saw a few bubbles come up from beside her. She struggled for over a minute like that, still just barely able to keep her face above water, when I saw more bubbles. But nobody, nothing, ever came up out of the water.

I tried to get free but I was held tightly by the two men behind me. “Did you really think that you’d get away with this, you and your friend…who happens to be married to a very important friend of ours?”

I didn’t know what to say but then, from my right, a small canister appeared and was pushed into my mouth. It was one of those small air tanks that I had seen here and there on TV. “That’s so you can see her some more,” the voice said. Then I was yanked under.

They held me down and I was forced to look in front of me. In the clear water, with a full moon, I could see everything perfectly. There was a man in full scuba gear who was holding Angie at the surface. He saw me and, in the next instant, changed his grip and pulled Angie under the water.

I watched as the two of them sank downward until she and I were eye to eye, about 5 feet away from the surface. She was held from behind around the middle by her attacker, totally naked, struggling for the top. Angie reached out for me but she was at least a foot too far away.

She had a terrified look in her eyes which was there, and then obscured by her brown hair swished everywhere, then visible again as she struggled. She was only held around the middle but the man was at least 6 inches taller and didn’t seem to have any trouble keeper her wherever he wanted her to be.

I wanted to help Angie…who I finally admitted to myself that she was a woman I loved, but I was held to tightly. Then she was allowed by her captor to rise up to the surface. I lost sight of her face as it went into the air but, after 10 seconds or so, she was pulled back under and made to face me again.

She tried to break out of his grasp, but he was much too strong. She tried flailing for the surface above, but was unable to break free. Then she tried reaching out in my direction. But I was kept just out of reach.

I breathed from the canister in my mouth, wondering what was going to happen next. My heart hammered in my chest as a feeling of intense anxiety swept over me. Something told me this wasn’t going to end well.

I half expected him to allow her back up to the surface again just like last time. Maybe their purpose was to teach us a lesson. At least that’s what I hoped it was. I didn’t want to consider anything else.

Angie became more animated as the diver held her in his grasp. Bubbles started slipping out of her mouth as she kicked and struggled. Her hair swirled around her eyes as she looked at me with a panicked expression.

I tried to break free from the divers holding onto me. But it was two against one, and I had no leverage. My anxiety for her safety swelled as her lungs began to heave, anxious grunts coming from her.

Once more she began to flail for the surface, kicking and struggling. He held on tightly, not allowing her to rise back up. Then I saw him nod at the divers holding onto me.

He brought an arm around Angie’s waist, holding on tight. Then with a quick motion he pushed into her stomach. Her eyes flew open in surprise as she coughed up bubbles, her hands flying up as though trying to keep her mouth closed.

I watched as Angie continued to struggle in her attackers grip. Like myself, her struggles didn’t get her any closer to the surface. Then, in what I guess was an act of pure cruelty, the canister was taken from my mouth and given to Angie.

She was allowed to take a single breath but, as she did so, her attacker let her go and changed his grip. As the canister was given back to me he took his arms off of her midsection and then put his hands under her arms from behind and locked his hands behind her head. Then she was turned so that we could look directly into each other’s eyes.

She stared right at me, reaching out for me. She almost made it but tauntingly out of reach. She was free to swim away, if she cold, and she pulled with her arms and kicked with her legs. But her arms were too restrained to be of any use and her legs, though free were not strong enough to lift up both her and her attacker.

I watched as she continued to struggle, flailing, shaking her head and her hair. Our eyes lost contact as she turned her head up to get some air but she was too far and didn’t have the strength. I looked down at those beautiful toned legs of hers and watched as her frantic kicking slowed until she could barely move them anymore.

Angie was brought down a bit so that we were eye to eye again. I watched as her fingers reached up, as if that would help her. Her cheeks were bulging out, the CO2 in her lungs putting pressure on her.

Though she tried to cover her mouth, she couldn’t reach her mouth with her hands. They bulged out further and then she couldn’t hold onto her air anymore and it all exploded out of her mouth. A high pitched scream came out with her air and with the little strength she had left she reached for the bubbles, as if that could help.

I don’t know how long it went on but her upper body slowed and then her head went back and rested on the shoulder of her attacker. I lost sight of her eyes, which were open but going dim as she lost consciousness. I was allowed to look at her a little longer and then she was brought to the surface.

Another minute, maybe 2, passed and then I was released. The three of them left as quickly as they had come. I never saw Angie sink down so I went to the surface and saw her on the raft.

Angie’s body was sprawled out, her naked breasts pointing skyward. I checked her although I knew that she wasn’t breathing. Her heart was silent in her chest and I knew that she was gone.

Even though she was gone, she was still beautiful. I was repulsed at myself as I felt myself getting a bit aroused. I took a long look at my Angie and tried to decide what she’d like me to do and how I was going to handle this situation.

I looked at Angie’s naked body for the longest time, trying to sort things out in my mind. But I couldn’t see any way out of my predicament. How was I to prove three men had come out here and attacked us in scuba gear, drowning her while leaving me alive to tell the tale?

We had obviously been followed, either that or her husband had figured out we were meeting out here. He must have set this up somehow. But proving it was going to be a much more difficult proposition.

Right now I was here with her body. Even if I sent it to the bottom of the lake, there was a good chance she was going to be discovered. And I was probably going to be indicted for murder, attempting to get rid of my mistress by drowning her.

I sat there looking at her body while trying to pursue the problem from every angle. But there appeared to be no way out. Then I looked at her and something occurred to me.

I swam back to shore, got her keys and looked around in her vehicle. I found some rope in the trunk, along with the jack for raising the car to fix a flat. I checked the weight and thought it might be enough.

Inside her vehicle, I “borrowed” a couple of seatbelts. I opened the hood and removed the battery. Then I swam it all back out to the wooden raft.

I worked on tying our legs together with one of the seatbelts. Then I secured the jack and the battery with the rope. It had to weigh enough and stay attached.

I tied her wrists behind her back. Then I made a loop to secure mine once I was ready. There was only one thing left to do.

I began caressing her, touching her all over until I could feel myself getting hard. I slid into her pussy before using the other seatbelt to secure us together chest to chest. Then I slid my wrists into the loop and secured myself as tightly as I could. Now I was tied to her.

I took a deep breath, my heart beating fast. This was a crazy thing to do, but I saw no other way out. Perhaps this would put the focus back on her husband.

“I’m sorry, Angie,” I breathed softly, kissing her dead lips. “I’m coming, honey. Perhaps this way we can be together forever.” Then I rolled our bodies off the edge of the raft, pulling the battery and jack in with us.

The weight worked as I’d designed it, taking us all the way to the bottom. It got cold and dark all around me. But I was hard inside her as my lungs began to burn.

Maybe this wasn’t going to work at all. Maybe I had miscalculated. But it was the only avenue I saw left to me. Hopefully I’d secured myself well enough to make the cops think someone else had done it.

It wasn’t long until my lungs were on fire. I needed another breath; I needed to surface. In panic I instinctively started thrashing about. That’s when my cock went off inside Angie as I swallowed water.

I began to buck and shudder as I inhaled water into my lungs. It hurt like hell; I was frightened out of my wits. At least I knew now what her last few moments had felt like. Maybe I felt I owed it to her to experience them for myself. Then something exploded in my head, bringing my conscious time with Angie to an end…

EPILOGUE:

Her husband called the cops all right. They had to send divers down to find us. We were tied together long enough to create suspicion.

He tried to put the blame on his associates, those scuba killers? But they decided to lie their asses off. They said at the end they couldn’t do it and had chosen to let us go, telling the cops it was all her husband’s doing. This way they made it appear as though he’d come out to do the deed himself and had improvised.

There was quite a trial, with a lot of conflicting evidence. But his affair was discovered along with his attempts to have us followed. In the end there was plenty of circumstantial evidence, certainly enough to make it look like he wanted us dead. He was convicted of second degree murder and given 20 years to life…

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Condom roulette (9&10) 4.3 (8)

Posted on November 12, 2016 by riwa

I was trembling like crazy as Dana slowly pushed her strap-on inside me. Nikki straddled my head and I did my best to stick my tongue up into her muff to get her off. But my mind was on that strap-on the whole time and whether or not I would be alive when Eric got home.

“Damn; she’s really clenching around it!” Dana declared enthusiastically.

“She must want you to fuck death into her cunt.”

“I’m gonna fuck her to death, Nikki. You smother her face with your cunt!”

“It’s gonna be so hot having her dying underneath me with my pussy on her lips.” Then Dana started rocking in and out of me with her thrusts as Nikki mashed her pussy down hard on my mouth.

“Damn, that’s the way, baby! Fuck her cunt up good! She’s gonna cum so hard dying at the end of your glorious ‘cock’!”

I felt an erotic jolt as Niki ground her pussy against my lips. I tried to tongue her but it got a little hard to breathe. The whole time Dana kept thrusting in and out of me, gasping how much she was enjoying fucking me.

They were facing each other when I guess Nikki reached down and started slapping my tits. It made me jerk underneath her as I cried out into her cunt, even as Dana picked up the pace. I got a little out of breath, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the condom or from Nikki wanting to smother me to death.

“Dustin’s sure going to miss out if we kill her, Dana.”

“That’s ok. Alison will make for a good necro fuck. You told me your Daniel loves fucking dead bitches, right?”

“He’s fucked a couple back in the day. I had no idea he might get to fuck another one so soon, certainly not one as hot as this bitch Alison here.” And with that she smacked my tits again.

I jerked and grunted as Dana thrust harder until the bed was really rocking under the efforts of the three of us. It was also getting pretty hard to breathe. I kept tonguing Nikki, hoping to get her off as it began to swell within me.

“Get up, Nikki! I want to see her face as she’s dying!” Nikki rose up so Dana could get a good look at me. “Now let’s kill the bitch!” she gasped with delight.

Nikki came back down onto my face until I could hardly breathe at all. Dana kept thrusting harder and harder as though she was being overcome with excitement. A small part of me wondered what the hell I’d done to myself by telling them about Eric’s box of condoms. Then I found myself wondering if he was going to make it home in time or if he was going to have to settle for fucking my corpse.

My lungs heaved from lack of air as my stomach rippled. I began bucking under Nikki in a futile attempt to get her to rise up to let me breathe. “Fuck; she’s dying!” Dana declared enthusiastically.

Something about the way she said it scared the crap out of me because I wondered if it might be true. It also turned me on like you wouldn’t believe. The moment I heard Nikki tell her, “Do it, Dana; fuck death into her cunt!” well… that’s when I lost it.

It swelled inside me until I was overwhelmed with this hot wave of pleasure. I tried to scream but I could hardly get any breath at all. Dana pounded my snatch mercilessly as Nikki’s cunt gushed all over my face. Then she sort of rolled off to one side, panting heavily for breath while coming up off my face. It allowed me to use that moment to fill my aching lungs.

Dana was still thrusting when she pushed her friend all the way off… “Let me see her face!” When Nikki climbed off Dana saw me panting heavily for breath, my eyes all glazed over. “Fuck, she’s still with us.” Then she grinned at me as she told me, I guess you lucked out this time, girlfriend.”

She pulled out before they both got onto the bed on either side of me and started kissing and licking me all over. It was so erotic it left me breathless again. I heard Nikki ask, “You’re not disappointed; are you, Dana?”

“Oh hell no! That was erotic as hell fucking the shit out of her cunt! Did you see how hard she bucked when she was cumming? That was so fucking hot! Besides, the guys are on their way home so the evening’s nowhere near over with yet.”

My heart calmed down from the erotic pounding I’d just received. And I was happy I’d be alive when Eric came home. But what were they going to do to me then?

There were plenty of condoms left, making the risk greater and greater with each one they used. And there would be five of them. The guys could fuck me and then the girls could have another crack at me if they wanted. There was certainly nothing I would be able to do about it if they kept me all tied up like this.

About that time I heard Eric’s voice in the other room. The first words I heard out of his mouth were, “Well… is she still alive?”

Nikki called out, “Come on back and find out!”

I looked up to see all three guys walk in. Daniel and Dustin ogled my naked body as my husband smiled at me. Then he came up to me and kissed me.

“Glad to see you’re still among the living, honey.”

“It wasn’t for lack of trying,” Dana responded with a laugh.

I heard Daniel tell Eric, “Damn, your wife looks hot all laid out on the bed like that. I wouldn’t mind having a go at her myself… that is, if you don’t mind.”

“Why should he mind?” Nikki chuckled. “Us girls got to fuck her. So I don’t see why you shouldn’t have a shot at it too.”

“What about Eric here?” Dustin wanted to know.

“That’s where we come in,” Dana said with a grin. “Nikki and I know just what he needs. And right now he needs to see his wife get fucked to death while we’re taking good care of him. So which of you guys wants to be the first to do the honors?” That’s when my breath caught in my throat as I shuddered from an obscene arousal…

Eric ignored her as he moved to release me from my restraints. It’s a good thing too; my wrists were a little sore. He helped me sit up on the edge of the bed while our friends paused to watch, unsure if my husband was calling a halt to everything or not.

“You ok, honey?”

“Dreamy,” I purred. He just rolled his eyes, knowing full well what that meant. I had to chuckle at that.

Daniel and Dustin stood nearby, ogling my naked body as their tongues hung out. That’s when Nikki took charge by walking over, grabbing Eric by the arm and gently leading him back to a big cushioned chair we had in our bedroom.

She purred, “Why don’t we leave Alison to the guys while we get better acquainted, ok?” Then her hand slid down and rubbed his growing bulge as Dana moved over to join her.

As for me I had two husbands standing right in front of me with bulges of their own. I looked up at them and smiled innocently as I reached out and rubbed them through their trousers. “Got us a little problem here; do we, fellas?” I purred lustfully.

“Nothing I’m sure you can’t handle,” Daniel responded with a knowing smile.

Over by the chair the girls were pawing Eric as though he was a piece of meat. He gave me a questioning look as though asking, “What the hell do we do now?” I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned back as if to say, “I guess we just go with it?”

Nikki and Dana were kneeling as they worked his pants down and got his cock out. So I focused my attention on the guys in front of me, smiling coyly at them as I worked their pants down. Two hard cocks quickly sprang out in full salute.

“Aww gee, guys; a gift for me? You really shouldn’t have.” Then I grabbed both cocks with my hands and started stroking them.

Over by the chair Eric was standing naked from the waist down. Nikki and Dana had his cock between their lips and together were going up and down on it. It gave me a surge of erotic tingles seeing two other men’s wives hungering after my man’s dick like that.

I looked up at the guys and smiled. “Your wives seem occupied, boys. And this will never do.” I stroked their cocks for emphasis before adding, “Looks like I’d better take care of this myself.”

I slowly took Daniel into my mouth, savoring the flavor of his cock between my lips. I bobbed up and down on it a few times before turning my attention over to Dustin. He sighed as I took him down my throat.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Daniel panted as he reached down and groped my boobs. Dustin did the same until I was moaning and groaning while alternating back and forth between both cocks. I loved the way they made me feel so desirable.

I glanced over to see Eric totally naked, his cock all the way down Nikki’s throat as Dana swallowed his balls. He gasped and moaned as he looked at me helplessly. I smiled back at him with a mouthful of cock, deciding this wasn’t so bad after all.

I went back and forth between the two, enjoying the affect I was having on them. “Fuck; we should have done this a long time ago!” Dustin panted. I looked over to see Nikki grinning at me as her friend had my husband’s cock all the way down her throat until her lips were brushing his balls.

Things picked up a little when the guys took turns thrusting harder down my throat, grabbing the back of my head and forcefully fucking my skull. I moaned with lust as all my inhibitions flew out the window. I wanted them both inside me while watching my husband fuck their wives. Gawd; I was so fucking hot!

They laid me out across the corner of the bed where Daniel went to town licking my wet pussy as I turned my head to one side to suck Dustin’s cock near the edge of the bed. A quick glance over at my husband revealed Eric sitting on the floor. Nikki was still sucking him. But Dana was straddling him with her cunt in his face, moaning with lust as she humped against his mouth.

The room felt electrified with sexual energy as the guys worked on me while the girls took care of Eric. Daniel ate me out while Dustin pawed my boobs as I sucked his manhood. Nikki kept moaning as she sucked Eric’s cock while Dana gave him a mouthful of pussy to feast upon.

After a few minutes the guys switched until I was sucking Daniel while Dustin was eating me out. Over by the chair the girls had changed positions as well. Dana was feasting on Eric’s meat while Nikki humped his face, telling him how hot she was for him and how bad she wanted him.

The sound of moaning and sucking and slurping filled our master bedroom as we shared our husbands and wives with each other. I was horny as fuck the way their two husbands wanted me. And I was starting to think about those condoms again.

We were halfway through the box; if I remembered correctly there were only ten left. The odds were much improved I might actually draw one that could kill me. I told myself maybe swapping spouses should be as far as it would go for the rest of the night.

“Up in the chair!” Dana gasped to my husband. “I can’t stand it anymore!”

She helped him rise up and sit down in it. Then she climbed into his lap while facing in my direction. She slowly wriggled herself down until she had impaled herself on his dick, her eyes rolling as she sighed, “Gawd, I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages!”

Dustin grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed with my legs hanging down. “Fuck; I’ve got to have you, Alison!” Then he thrust right into my hot, throbbing cunt.

I gasped as he filled me; gawd, it felt so fucking good! Nikki left Eric in good hands as she came over to the bed while I kept my head turned to keep sucking Daniel. She knelt by the end of the bed, pulled Dustin’s cock out of my pussy, gave it a few long, deep sucks, and then pushed it right back in.

“Fuck her baby; I want to see you fuck her.” And that’s what he did. I gasped and moaned, feeling utterly incredible the way Eric and I were being used for the pleasure of our friends.

Daniel told Eric, “Fuck; your wife’s got a hot mouth!” I groaned appreciatively as I deep-throated him.

“I’m getting a hell of a ride!” Dana blurted out, whimpering as she bounced up and down on my husband’s dick.

Nikki pulled Dustin’s cock out of my pussy and sucked it again, savoring my fluids. “Damn, hun; your wife tastes great!” she gushed in Eric’s direction. Then she pushed his cock back inside me before she got up from the floor.

Eric and I watched as she walked over to the dresser and the box of condoms. She put on the latex glove before pulling one out. Then she came back to the end of the bed and sat on her knees. My eyes flew open in alarm as another erotic jolt hit me hard.

She took Dustin’s cock out of my pussy and eagerly sucked it again. Then she took it out of her mouth as she rolled a condom onto it with the glove. “I got something for you, Alison,” she purred. “I think you’re gonna love it.”

I felt an erotic jolt again, whimpering as my husband gasped in alarm… “Nikki, wait!”

Dana just told him, “No worries, Eric. Let’s see if my husband fucks death into your wife’s cunt. Gawd, I’m so fucking hot right now riding your cock. Maybe we’ll both get lucky watching Alison bite the big one as our husbands fuck her to death.”

Nikki giggled as she told Dustin, “It’s ready, baby! Now fuck death into her cunt.” That’s when I felt yet another erotic jolt course through my body.

“Suck my cock, Alison!” Danial gasped. “If you die I’m gonna fill your mouth with my spunk.” Then he grabbed my head and fucked my face hard.

Nikki guided Dustin’s cock into my hot, throbbing fuck-box until I felt it inside me. I experienced a real jolt of fear as I started to tremble. That’s when I began to wonder if I was about to die in the next few minutes…

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Ransom 3.7 (7)

Posted on November 6, 2016 by riwa

Emma had no idea what had happened. The last thing she remembered was working outside at the Marina. But when she rounded a corner, a white cloth with an obnoxious odor was pressed tightly to her face.

Her body had thrashed about in panic. But whoever had grabbed her and was chloroforming her was too strong. A moment later her lights had gone out. Now she was regaining consciousness.

She awakened to discover she’d been tied to some sort of office chair. She was in the black outfit and skirt she’d worn for the purposes of teasing her boss before she left for home. Now something had gone horribly wrong. Had she been kidnapped? By whom??

“Hey, what’s going on?” she called out. “Where am I; who did this to me?” That’s when she heard a nearby female voice declare, “Shit, the little bitch has come out of it.”

“Better shut her up then,” a male voice answered.

Emma felt a jolt as a tall, foreboding women in black leather with large tits and black hair strode in from around a corner. “Better shut up, you little tart.”

“Who are you? What am I doing here? You can’t do this to me!”

“The hell I can’t!” A moment later the woman forced a red bandana over her mouth, muffling her cries.

To be doubly cruel she applied a little nose clip for spite. “Now maybe you’ll focus on breathing instead of spouting off, you little bitch!” Emma looked up and grunted indignantly.

She struggled with her arms, trying to free herself. Now she saw she was in a suite with a Jacuzzi in one corner. Her abductors appeared to be in another part of the suite just out of sight. She felt a jolt of alarm at her situation, wondering what the hell was going on.

She could overhear them discussing what to do with her. They didn’t seem to care she might be eavesdropping as they didn’t bother keeping their voices low. The male was heard to ask the female, “When are we going to call her boss?”

“You really think that woman will pay a ransom for one of her employees?”

“She’d better. I’ve been planning this for weeks. Stephanie owes us money. If she hopes to see her employee again, she’d better damn well pay up.”

Emma closed her eyes and grunted in alarm as she tried to breathe. So this was about her boss Stephanie? Did they really think that woman cared a whit about her? Hell, she figured she would be all too easy to replace. So what would happen to her if Stephanie decided she didn’t want to pay any ransom??

She kept trying to flex her nose until the clip finally popped off. She inhaled deeply. That was close; for a moment there she was starting to get dizzy. Then she heard the male make the call to her boss…

“Hello? Is this Stephanie? …who I am isn’t the least bit important to you. Right now what’s important is the fact we’ve got your little slut here with us and we’re holding her for ransom. If you want to get her back you’re going to have to pay handsomely. Is that clear?”

“What do you mean ‘No’?? Didn’t you hear what I said? I said we’ve got your little bitch employee here and we’re holding her hostage. If you don’t pay up you’ll never see her again! She might just end up in the river!”

“What the hell?? What do you mean, ‘you don’t believe me’?? Here, take a listen!”

He walked into the room and pulled Emma’s bandanna down over her mouth. “Help me, Steph!” she cried out. “They’ve got me – mmmph!” The bandana was quickly returned to her mouth.

She tried to be defiant. That just earned her a slap to the face. The guy walked back into the other room to continue the conversation, even though Emma could hear them clearly from her place in the chair…

“Recognize her voice? I thought you might. Now about our ransom demand… what do you mean ‘No’?? Didn’t you hear her? We’ve got her all tied up in the other room. If you don’t pay up, she’s going to have a little ‘accident’.”

“What do you mean ‘go right ahead’?? Didn’t you fucking hear me? I told you we’ve got your little employee and we’re going to kill her unless you pay up! …what do you mean ‘go right ahead’??”

“I told you,” Emma heard the female’s exasperated voice. “We should have found out whether or not the bitch even cares about her employees. Apparently she doesn’t give a shit if we kill this one or not.” Emma trembled at their words, wondering if this was for real or if this was all some sort of setup, a game her boss was playing with her.

“Look, Stephanie!” the man yelled angrily into the phone. “Don’t you fucking mess with us, ok? We’ve got your employee with us and we’ll drown the fucking slut if you don’t pay us right away!” Emma let out a moan of fear and arousal while listening in on the conversation.

“…you what? …what do you mean ‘you don’t give a shit’?? This is your employee we got in here! Don’t you give a damn what happens to her?? …what? …unh-hunh… unh-hunh… unh-hunh. Well don’t you give a damn we could kill her and make her disappear and no one would ever find her again? …what do you mean ‘go right ahead’?? SHIT!”

“Told you,” the female with him responded. “I think we picked the wrong employee. Apparently she doesn’t give a fuck about this one.” Her words made Emma tremble like mad. Surely this was a ‘play’ her boss had set up to scare the shit out of her. Or maybe it had been set up by her roommate. Maybe they were working together.

“Listen, you fucking bitch!” the male snarled into the phone. “Drowning can be a pretty painful business! How would you like it if we drowned your fucking employee here and dumped her body into the river? …you what?? I don’t fucking believe it!!”

“What did she say?” she overheard the female ask.

“She said she’s already been thinking about firing her for quite some time now. Us killing her would only save her the trouble of having to give her one last paycheck!” Then he was talking into the phone again… “Stephanie, are you fucking serious?? No one can be that cruel to one of their employees! What do you mean ‘I haven’t met you’?? Are you telling me you don’t give a damn about her?? …you what???”

“What?” the female voice asked.

“She says she’s been thinking about planning a little accident for Emma for quite some time now… thinking about arranging a little scuba diving accident while she’s working underwater near the pilings. She says this will save her the trouble.” Then he was apparently talking into the phone again…

“You’re shitting me, aren’t you? …what do you mean ‘you have a plan to drown her around the dock’?? Aren’t you fucking listening to me?? I told you we’ll fucking drown your slut if you don’t pay up! …what the fuck do you mean ‘you wish you were here to see it for yourself’?? I swear to gawd we’re going to drown her sorry ass if you don’t pay up! …what did you say? …are you fucking serious?? …hello??”

“What happened?” the female asked irritably.

“The bitch told me to do it… said she dared us to do it. She said to take plenty of pictures to send to her because she won’t believe we’ll do it unless she has the pictures to prove it! Then she hung up on me!”

“She really wants us to drown her employee??”

“She practically dared us!”

“So she’s calling our bluff?”

There was silence for a moment. Then Emma heard the man ask, “Where the hell are you going?” That’s when the female emerged from the other room into the main room. Emma watched her walk over to the Jacuzzi tub.

“I’m going to turn the water on,” she called back over her shoulder to her male accomplice. “The bitch practically dared us…called our bluff! Now we have to go through with it!”

She turned on the faucet while smiling at Emma. “I guess she doesn’t like you very much, hun. But we can’t just sit here and do nothing. She called our bluff so we have to go through with it. It’s obvious she’s not going to pay us. You’re just a liability to us now.”

Emma cried out in horror, her eyes flying open wide as an erotic jolt hit her hard. She began to tremble as her pussy became soaked from a fearful arousal. The woman put her hands in the water to check the temperature… “We’ll make sure it’s nice and warm when we drown you.” Then she stood up and walked back into the other room.

Emma struggled in the chair as a surge of horrific arousal flushed through her trembling body. She wriggled and groaned, thrashing back and forth. But her arms were tied too tightly to the arms of the chair, and she moaned weakly.

Back in the other room she heard them talking to each other. The male seemed to be the more reluctant one of the two. “Is it really necessary to drown her?”

“The bitch said she was going to drown her anyway. Besides, she doesn’t really believe we’re going to do it, am I right? Hell, maybe we can dump the body at the marina and make it look like Stephanie did it. Otherwise we’re not going to get a fucking dime out of that bitch!”

Emma shuddered again from another surge of erotic tingles. Was this Stephanie’s doing… or Marcy’s? What if it wasn’t? What if she really was in deep shit this time??

“But what about the woman in there?” He was obviously referring to her as she squirmed and whimpered in the chair.

“What about her?” the woman countered. “She means nothing to us now. We can’t cart her around with us and we certainly can’t leave her alive for the cops to find.”

“Are we really going to drown her?”

“Why not? She can’t identify us if she’s dead. This way if we scrap the marina idea we can always throw her body in the river. Hell, she might drift out to sea and never be found again. It happens all the time, you know.”

“What about her boss?”

“We’ll take pictures of this drowned bitch and send ‘em to her to show her we mean business. Then we’ll tell her she’ll end up the same way unless we get our money. This way we’ll show her how serious we are.”

Emma saw how full the Jacuzzi tub was getting. It wouldn’t be long now. If they were serious that meant they were going to come in here any second now and drown her!

“But are you sure we should really drown her?” the male asked.

“What do you want me to do: strangle the bitch? Drowning her is so much easier. That way when we dump her body in the river it will look as though she drowned there. Hell, we can leave her here if you want. We’ll be long gone when the maid shows up in the morning!”

“Yeah, but… but how long will it take?”

“What… to drown the bitch? I hope it takes a while; I hope she suffers. We want to send pictures to her boss, you know… show her how serious we are. Once she sees her dead slut in the Jacuzzi tub she might not be so difficult next time. This way we can take a lot of pictures and show that bitch how painful it was and what could happen to her if she doesn’t cooperate.”

Emma whimpered as another surge of erotic tingles hit her hard. Then she shuddered as a humiliating orgasm flushed through her, causing her to moan weakly. It was bad enough they were going to drown her. Did she have to shame herself by cumming from the fearful excitement of it all??

“C’mon, I think the tub is just about ready,” the female told her accomplice. “Let’s get on with it!” A moment later the two stepped out of the other room.

Emma stared at them with eyes open wide in horror. “I think she heard us,” the male told his partner.

“So what? She picked the wrong boss to work for. That bitch Stephanie doesn’t seem to give a damn whether she lives or dies, am I right?”

“I guess not.”

The woman came over and turned the faucet off. Then she brushed a hand in the water. “Nice and comfortable,” she told Emma with a nasty smile. “…perfect for drowning in.”

Emma let out another cry, anxiously shaking her head. Then the woman told her male companion, “Better free her from the chair and then tie her arms behind her back. Let’s get this bitch into the water and bubbling.”

Emma stiffened like a coiled spring. When her arms were free she shot out of her chair like a rocket. The female laughed as she quickly tackled her to the ground, tying her arms behind her back with one of the ropes used to tie her wrists to the armrests. Emma wriggled and squirmed on the floor, but the woman just laughed at her… “I don’t think so, honey. You need a bath before we leave you… a nice, long bath.”

Emma struggled as her wrists were tied together, grunting in growing horror. “How do you want to do this?” the male asked his accomplice.

“I don’t want to hold her down the entire time. Besides, I need to take pictures. Let’s tie her ankles to the faucet. We can use the other rope we used to tie her other wrist to the armrest. I doubt she’ll be able to lift herself up high enough to get a breath.”

Emma was hit with another erotic jolt of terror as she let out a muffled cry, trying to tell them they weren’t going to get away with this. But it did no good. The woman peeled her skirt down off her legs. A moment later they picked her up, one on each end, and carried her over to the Jacuzzi tub.

Emma began to wriggle like crazy, her breath catching in her throat as her nostrils flared. “I’ll put her in; you tie her ankles to the faucet,” the woman instructed. Then they carefully laid her down into the water.

Emma cried out again, wriggling and struggling and thrashing about as she lay submerged on the bottom of the tub. “I’d settle down and hold your breath if I were you, honey,” the female warned her. Emma grunted bubbles as she stopped struggling. There was nothing she could do about her situation now other than hold her breath and pray for a miracle. Maybe this was only a play and she would be saved at the very last moment. Hell, maybe Steph was going to burst in and watch!

He finished securing her ankles to the faucet with the rope. Then the woman reached in and lifted Emma’s head up out of the water. “Let’s take this nasty thing off, shall we?” she purred as she removed the bandanna from her mouth.

Emma gasped and sputtered as she worked her jaws. “Please!” she begged, her heart hammering in her chest as her body shuddered from a terrible arousal. “Let me go! I promise I won’t tell another soul what you did to me!”

“But we have to drown you,” the female replied calmly. “Didn’t you overhear our conversation with your bitch of an employer? She virtually dared us to drown you! We have no other choice in the matter!”

“No; WAIT!” she gasped as the woman pushed her down to the bottom. Then she reached out and pulled down the top of her outfit, exposing those huge, lovely tits. Emma’s nipples were erect from the fear and perverse excitement she was experiencing.

Her female captor reached down and caressed her heaving breasts. Then she reached under and lifted Emma’s head back up one last time. “I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you. It will only prolong the inevitable. On the other hand it will allow me to take some really good pictures of your suffering to send to your uncaring employer. So it’s entirely up to you.”

“No… please… don’t do this to me! You won’t get away with this!”

“I’d take a deep breath if I were you, honey.”

Emma instinctively filled her lungs. Then the woman eased her back down in to the bottom of the tub before stepping back. Emma grunted as she held her breath.

There was nothing else she could do. All she could do was try to stay alive for as long as possible. Maybe if she held her breath long enough she would discover this was only a deliciously wicked play. Surely that had to be it!

She tried to rise up but she couldn’t quite get her head up out of the water. She looked up to see the woman smiling down on her as she took pictures with her camera-phone. She wondered what Stephanie’s reaction would be when she saw them. Just her luck her bitch of a boss would probably get off looking at them.

She felt the strain build in her lungs as she struggled to free her wrists. She fought against the rope but it had been secured too tightly. She felt a surge of panic threaten to overwhelm her as her back arched, causing her to lose a few bubbles in the process.

She grunted as she struggled to hold her breath. Her nipples got even harder as she looked up with pleading eyes at her abductors, losing another little burst of bubbles. The woman just smiled as she kept on taking more pictures… “I think your boss is going to like these, don’t you?”

Her legs wriggled as she pulled against her bonds in an effort to free herself. But the strain in her lungs only got worse. Surely this was just a setup by Steph or Marcy, right? They weren’t really going to drown her, were they?? The idea was so horrific that she orgasmed right then and there.

“Gawd, just look at her,” the female breathed excitedly to the male as she took a few more pics. Emma was really beginning to struggle now. She was rapidly running out of breath in her lungs.

“I never knew watching a girl drown could be so erotic! Just look at her tits and the way she’s struggling! Gawd, I’m glad we picked this one up and had to drown her! I wonder if this is what her boss was talking about when she said she wanted to drown the slut!”

Emma turned her head and cried out a froth of bubbles. Her lungs were on fire; it wouldn’t be much longer. She fought like hell to hold her breath, knowing it was a losing battle while feeling the panic swell within her. That’s when it occurred to her this might be a real ransom… and they were really going to drown her!

She fought until she couldn’t hold her breath any longer. A moment later she was cumming hard, cumming as her lungs gave out. There was a massive eruption of bubbles at the surface as Emma started to drown while the sadistic female kidnapper eagerly snapped picture after picture.

“Gawd; just look at her!” she breathed in awe. “Look at that slut bubble her breath away! See how she hitches as she swallows water? Fuck, what a rush!”

She kept taking pictures as Emma spasmed and convulsed. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as she went into little seizures. She shuddered hard and then finally went limp at the bottom of the tub.

The female took a few more pictures to confirm the deed had been done. “I think this slut’s boss is going to love these,” she told her male accomplice as she snapped a few more. “Fuck, that was arousing as hell!”

Emma lay staring toward the side of the tub as the water grew still. The woman took a few more pictures. There were no further twitches or spasms as the drowned woman lay perfectly still in the water.

“Well,” her male accomplice panted quietly. “We really did it this time.”

“That’ll teach that bitch to call our bluff. What… did she think we wouldn’t go through with it?”

“It looks like it hurt like hell.”

“I’ll bet it did. But she looked so damn sexy drowning like that.”

“What are you doing?” he asked as she reached down and untied the feet. Then she rolled the body over and untied the rope from Emma’s wrists. The drowned woman lifelessly floated face down in the Jacuzzi, the water settling until there were no ripples at all.

“A few more pictures,” she told him, taking several with her camera. “We want that bitch Stephanie to know we drowned her little employee, don’t we? We’re going to send the whole lot over to her once we’re done here.”

“You think she’ll take us seriously?”

“She’ll have to once she sees these,” the woman said, holding her camera-phone aloft.

“What do we do with her now?”

“I say we leave her here. We signed in under false names and paid cash. Besides, she’s going to be too difficult to move. Let’s let the maid find her in the morning. By then we’ll be long gone.”

“Ok by me,” he told her. Then they quickly packed up and left. Emma was left floating face down in the Jacuzzi for the maid to find the next morning.

(Inspired by preview pictures from a video clip from Elegant Demise. Pictures are used for illustration purposes only.)

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