Breaking her bhing record 4.3 (37)

Posted on November 5, 2023 by riwa

Note: This is a bonus repost of an older, re-edited story.

The version that inspired me.

Breaking her record by Bill F.

“I’m going to beat three minutes this time,” Melissa said as she got into my tub. “I know you will this time,” I told her. She took a deep breath and slid beneath the surface of the warm water.

She looked up at me, her mouth closed, her curly dark hair spreading out around her face. I looked at my watch as it counted off the time. I held up one finger for her to see as she reached one minute. She nodded slightly to let me know she saw the signal. She was doing great, looking beautiful under the still water.

At two minutes she nodded again as I held up two fingers. She started releasing small amounts of bubbles to release the pressure in her chest as her lungs started needing air. She was at 2:15. She released more air through her nose, and her cheeks started to puff out as the need to release the stale air in her lungs started to set in.

At 2:30 she started to lose the battle. More air bubbled from her nose. Her cheeks were growing bigger, her mouth closed tighter as she tried to hold back the urge to release her air and take a breath. At 2:45 she started to move her legs, trying hard to make it to three, begging to see my signal for three minutes.

I shouted out loud, counting the time down from 10 seconds left. Her body was shaking and the air was bubbling from her now slightly open mouth in a steady stream, her legs kicking, trying to hold on. By the time I reached five seconds left I could see she was about to come up. I made my move.

I pinned her down with one hand on her chest. The remaining air burst from her lungs with a gurgled cry. I held her down. Her eyes were wide with fear, her arms flailing and legs kicking hard against the back of the tub. Her head shook from side to side, her mouth opening and closing as she breathed in the water.

Her body bucked as her lungs filled with water, and at the same time tried to cough it out. Her kicking legs and flailing arms slowed as she drowned. Finally her struggling came to an end, legs now still, toes curled in death.

Her arms slowly dropped to her side and she was completely still. I looked at my watch. Four minutes now.

“Well, darlin’; you beat three minutes.”

I stood above her, looking down at her drowned beauty. Those beautiful eyes were wide and bulged out, mouth open in a frozen gasp for air, her hair flowing slightly across her face now from the violent shaking. She was truly now my drowned mistress.

My Version

Melissa and I were naked in the hot tub. We were playing, pushing each other down while groping each other. Bubbles poured out of the mouth of whoever was being submerged.

After catching our breaths, she decided it was time to try breaking her current breath holding mark. She’d gotten to 2:13 the last time she’d tried it. But that had been a couple of months ago.

“Face down or face up?” I asked with a smile as she began taking long deep breaths. “I know all about how much the water stings your sinuses. Are you serious or not?”

She smiled coyly at me as she inhaled deeply. Then she slowly let her air out. It made her breasts rise and fall with each breath she took.

“Face up,” she replied with a devious grin. “I like seeing the look on your face while I’m underwater. I know how much you get off watching me struggle to hold it.”

She stroked my stiffening manhood as she leaned closer. Then she added, “If you want, I suppose you can always force me. That should get me to three minutes easy… maybe even longer.”

“Does that mean you want me to drown you?”

“If that’s what it takes to help me reach three minutes? Yes.”

My cock twitched in her hand. She grinned as she stroked it harder. “You know you want to.”

“Is that so? Maybe I’ll play with your boobs while you’re under… maybe molest you a little.”

Her nipples were already protruding noticeably. I was toying with the idea of pinching them a little while fingering them. A little pain might make her breath-hold challenge even more difficult.

“Molest me all you want,” she replied with a grin. “It’ll give me something to focus on while taking my mind off holding my breath.”

She cupped my balls, causing my erection to twitch. “You’re going to hold me down; right? You’re going to make sure I don’t come up until I’ve gone past 2:13?”

“Maybe I should push you to 3:00.” This time I was seriously considering the possibility of drowning her if she didn’t make it.

“You’re just saying that. You would never force me.”

“Maybe I won’t… and maybe I will.” I tried to give her my best poker face.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped breathlessly. “Will you really? You promise? Damn – I’m horny as hell! Hurry up and push me under already!”

She took a deep breath, causing that chest of hers to swell. I set the timer on my watch before pushing her under. She submerged with a burble, wincing briefly as water flooded her nose.

She wriggled uncomfortably for a good thirty seconds before she settled in. That’s when I started caressing her tits. She really likes when I do that.

Melissa grinned as air bubbled out of her nose. I warned her, “Better not release any more of those, darling. You might need all that air you just lost.”

Her nipples were really protruding. I couldn’t help giving them little tweaks and pinches. There were muffled “UNGHS!” and “MMMM’S” as she flinched and squirmed.

“You said I could molest you.” She just nodded her head, smiling throughout her ordeal. Those dark curls on her head waved at me.

I checked the time. “50 seconds, darling. You’re gonna love what I start doing to you at a minute.”

Her eyes widened at my words. Then she got this look on her face as if to say, ‘Oh, yeah? Just go right ahead!’

I counted down to a minute by alternately pinching each nipple with each number… “FIVE (pinch)… FOUR (pinch)… THREE (pinch)… TWO (pinch)… ONE (pinch)… ONE MINUTE (pinch)!” She flinched from each one. I just chuckled at her discomfort.

She easily went past a minute. “Time to make it harder, babe!” Then I began rubbing between her legs.

Melissa’s eyes rolled as her legs came together. I found her clit and fingered it. She burbled some more, causing me to give her another warning to keep all her air in.

She gave me that infamous look of hers. It’s the one that basically says, “What you’re doing to me isn’t fair. But for gawd’s sake, please don’t stop!” I couldn’t help grinning wickedly at her.

“1:20 and counting, babe. Are you having trouble concentrating? You want me to stop?”

She flashed me a dirty look that told me she was screwed either way. But she shook her head. She wanted me to enjoy myself, perhaps secretly hoping I might do the one thing she’d been wanting me to do to her ever since we’d been getting together.

I found her pussy and thrust my fingers inside her well-lubricated snatch. Her eyes went wide as she bubbled again. Then her thighs tried to clamp my hand in place.

She squirmed a little until I saw what looked like small spasms in her chest. I pressed down on her breasts with my free hand. I could actually feel her chest start to heave from aching lungs.

“Better hang in there,” I warned as I checked my watch. “1:50… you’re almost at 2:00. But you have another full minute to go if you’re going to reach 3:00.”

She winced as a little burst of air spewed out past her lips. That’s when I started finger-fucking her pussy. I was pretty sure she was never going to make 3:00 under her own power.

Her eyes went wide again as her head tipped back. I felt her womanhood tighten around my fingers. I demonstrably fingered her as I counted down. “…1:55 (thrust)… :56 (thrust)… :57 (thrust)… :58 (thrust)… :59 (thrust)… 2:00 (thrust)!”

She stiffened and grunted with each thrust. I knew I was driving her wild, making it even harder for her to hold her breath. Somehow she managed it though.

“Time to really make it interesting,” I told her.

I rose up, making sure I kept her submerged. I spread her legs and moved between then, kneeling down in the tub. That’s when I centered my hard pole against her opening.

Her eyes went wide as she released more air. There was a distinct burst of bubbles out of her mouth as my cock entered her pussy. Then I looked down at my watch.

2:17… 2:18… 2:19…

“You’re past 2:13,” I said with a smile. “But you’re never going to make 3:00 at this rate. Let’s see how long you can hold it while I fuck your brains out.”

I started thrusting in and out of her, making sure she couldn’t get up for a breath. Melissa cried out a burst of bubbles as she started to squirm even more. I savagely groped her tits as I fucked her harder.

She began shaking her head, sending those black curls waving back and forth. I could feel her chest heave as I fondled her. But I just kept on sadistically pushing her down as I fucked her.

I checked my watch. She was really struggling. “2:32, babe. Looks like I’m going to have to force you to 3:00.”

She lost another burst of air. A moment later she began furiously shaking her head from side to side. She clawed at my hands on her breasts, trying to pry them off so she could rise up for a breath.

By now she really wanted up. But I wasn’t letting her. She said she wanted to make 3:00, even if that meant swallowing water. And I was seriously considering it.

I saw her gurgle as her body sucked water into her lungs. She was 18 seconds shy of 3:00. Too bad.

In an instant she exploded, thrashing about like crazy in a wild effort to shake me loose. At the same time I felt her pussy clench around my cock as though she wasn’t about to let go. I knew she was cumming while she was drowning.

It felt damned good. I almost blew my load inside her as I struggled to push her down. I wasn’t about to let her up yet.

She stared at me with a wild look in her eyes. She’d said she wanted this many times before. Now she was looking up at me as if to say “What the hell are you doing??”

At 3:00 I pulled out of her as I pulled her head up. She coughed up a shitload of water. “You made it,” I told her with a smile.

She coughed and sputtered. Her eyes were all glazed over. It took a couple of minutes before she regained her focus.

“How was that?” I asked with an amused smile.

“Intense. Fucking intense! I came so hard!”

“Really?”

I pushed her back under without warning. She flailed against me as bubbles came up. I found her pulsing slit with my cock and pushed right in.

“Can you make 3:00 again, darling?” Her eyes flew open in astonishment. Then she began shaking her head.

I enjoyed a nice, leisurely fuck. Melissa began struggling underneath me. Barely 30 seconds went by before she began flailing at my arms, trying to get me to let her back up.

I smiled as I told her, “Ok, darling. I’ll settle for 2:00.” This time she acted as though drowning was no longer on her wish list.

Pretty soon her chest began heaving. I smiled as I asked, “What’s the matter, Melissa? Can’t even make it to 1:00? Surely you can do that, can’t you?”

Her struggles lessened as she tried to hold her breath. I suspected she didn’t have much air in her lungs. I pushed down on her breasts, squeezing and fondling them.

She began to struggle in my grasp. I just kept up my slow, leisurely fuck. Then I checked my watch.

“You’re at 1:23, darling. You’ll have to hold on another 37 seconds.”

She shook her head as she lost more bubbles. I alerted her the moment she reached 1:30. At 1:34 she swallowed water again.

She began gulping like a fish out of water as her chest heaved. She coughed up bubbled as she struggled underneath me. She tried to lift her head up, but I kept pushing down on her chest. “No, darling. You said you wanted to drown; remember?”

I kept track of her time as I continued to fuck her. I felt a shudder ripple through her body as I groped her breasts. A small flurry of tiny bubbles slipped out through her parted lips as she stared up at me in utter disbelief.

At 2:00 I lifted her head up out of the water. Once more she went into a severe coughing fit. Some water came spewing out of her mouth.

“You reached 2:00 that time, darling. What do you think? Think we should try for 3:00 again?”

She looked at me in shock and awe. I smiled as I told her, “Have it your way, darling. You’re the one who’s been obsessing over me doing this to you.” Then I pushed her head under.

She bubbled as I went back to thrusting in and out of her. I smiled as I told her, “3:00, Melissa. Not one second less. It’s what you want; am I right? You said you wanted to drown as you hold your breath for 3:00.”

I suddenly pulled out as I rolled her over. I slid back into her warm, wet opening as I kept her head under. I grabbed a handful of hair and pushed down on her head to make sure she couldn’t get up for a breath.

“Fucked from behind; right, darling? You love it when I fuck you from behind. I’m guessing you’re going to cum really hard as I drown you like this. But I won’t drown you if you can make 3:00.”

I began thrusting more aggressively. Bubbles came up around her flowing curls. I could feel her clenching around my thrusting dick with her muscles.

“What do you think, Melissa? Does reality match the fantasy? What do you think about drowning three times with my cock inside you?”

There was a burst of bubbles that came up through her flowing hair. She shook her head as she flailed with her arms. But she couldn’t get her head above the surface.

I checked my watch. “Better hold your breath, darling. You’ve got a long way to go to make 3:00.”

She began to struggle in earnest. Her body wanted up whether she wanted to succumb or not. The body’s kind of funny like that when it wants air.

“You just passed 1:15, darling. You can hold it. You just have to concentrate. Otherwise I’m going to find myself fucking a drowning victim.”

There was another burst of bubbles as her chest heaved. I was pretty sure she was never going to reach 3:00. Hell, I had my doubts she was even going to reach 2:00.

The more she struggled, the harder I fucked her. I heard a bubbly cry that really made me twitch inside her. Then she started clenching like crazy.

She shuddered hard until she swallowed water at around 1:39. Then she began bucking and hitching in my grasp. Sexy bubbles came up as she kept swallowing and convulsing.

She clenched so hard she milked the cum right out of me. It made her shudder from an orgasmic aftershock. Then she wasn’t clenching so much anymore.

I thrust nice and slow as we passed 2:10. I finally turned her back over, taking care she stayed under. I wanted to make sure she reached 3:00 on that breath she no longer contained in her lungs.

She stared up at me in surprise, her mouth gaping open. Her eyes were glazed over as I fucked her. Stray bubbles leaked out of her mouth and nose.

It was erotic as hell. I was tempted to let her up early. But I wanted to be true to my word.

At 3:00 I pulled her head up. She just stared with lifeless eyes. It was an incredibly sexy look for her.

It took me another half minute before I got her to start coughing. She had quite the fit spewing water out of her mouth. Then life began to return to her eyes.

“Well, darling? I didn’t promise you any orgasms. I guess those were simply a side benefit. At least you reached 3:00 on two separate occasions.

She blinked as she looked at me as if in a daze. “Did I… did you really…?”

“Yes I did. Satisfied now?”

“Yes, I think I’m satisfied. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.”

“Good. Then that will be the end of it, right?” She nodded before coming over and kissing me deeply.

Turns out she lied. That wasn’t the end of it. I should have known. She’d enjoyed it way too much.

2007 (written Nov 12 ’07; ed. Aug 7 ‘20 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 14 4.4 (16)

Posted on November 5, 2023 by riwa

Shelly in Cancun 14 – The case

I awaken to the humidity of a Southern climate and the warmth of the morning sun beating down on me. I quickly realize I’m not in my bed. I’m lying in sand underneath some palm fronds.

It all comes back to me… the storm…being dragged under by the rigging from the sailboat… Andria foolishly coming down to rescue me… the two of us clinging to the broken mast and being tossed around by the waves. Then I realize I’m lying right next to her warm body. I shake her awake.

“Andria? Baby; you all right??”

She moans and stirs as she turns toward me. Her eyes flutter open. “Shelly?” she gasps anxiously.

We both sit up and hug each other, shaking the fronds off our bodies. Then we stand up and take stock of our situation.

Somehow our skimpy bikinis remain intact. We’re on the edge of an isolated section of beach. The main harbor into Cancun sits a couple of miles south of us. The broken mast we rode in on lies a few yards further down the beach.

I vaguely remember coming ashore. We found some scattered leaves that the storm blew out of the trees. I also vaguely recall the two of us being too tired to do much of anything else other than dragging them with us before collapsing onto the ground as far away from high tide as possible, weakly pulling them over the top of us as we cuddled up against each other.

“Jake!” Andria gasps. “We gotta find him!”

“Maybe he made it back to our bungalow,” I suggest hopefully. Together the two of us begin our trek down the beach back toward civilization.

Debris is everywhere, much of it being the leaves and fronds off the trees along the edge of the beach. It takes nearly an hour before we’re back on that familiar stretch of sand we sunbathed on two days ago when we first got here.

We look like a couple of stupid American female tourists strolling along the beach in our skimpy bikinis while everyone else cleans up. We quickly head for the bungalow. We’re both anxious about Andria’s boyfriend Jake.

The bungalow looks intact for the most part. We start hollering out his name as we run to the door. It’s unlocked.

We burst inside, looking all around as we call out his name. But the place is empty. He’s not inside.

“Where could he be?” Andria asks fearfully. “You don’t suppose he fell out of the raft and drowned, do you?”

“He’s fine,” I tell her, gathering her up in my arms and holding on to her. I’m not certain of that fact. But there’s no point assuming the worst.

“We gotta FIND him, ‘Shel’!” She tries to wrench out of my grasp. But I hold onto her.

I give her shoulders a gentle shake. “He KNOWS where the bungalow is, babe! We need to stay in one place for a while. That will give him a chance to find US, ok?”

“But SHELLY??”

“You KNOW I’m right, Andria! This is a good time to calm down, take a good hot shower and get into a change of clothes, don’t you think?” Then I look into her eyes.

“We’ll stay put and give him a couple of hours, ok? THEN we’ll go look for him. Think about it! What if he comes back, only to find out we both went out looking for him?”

Andria looks at me and takes a deep breath. “You’re right, ‘Shel’”, she admits with a heavy sigh and a nod. Then she gets this determined look on her face.

“But ONLY for a couple of hours, ok? Then I’m going out to look for him!”

“Ok,” I agree. “That will give us time to call a couple of places and see if he’s turned up anywhere… like the hospital or the Red Cross or something.”

Andria wants to start calling right now. But I push her toward her separate bathroom, telling her she needs a nice hot bath or a shower so she’ll feel better when we get ready to start the search. Then I head toward my own bathroom and start myself a hot soothing bath, hoping we’ll eventually find Jake alive and well…
—–
The bath is just what the doctor ordered. A half hour later I feel much better. But the whole time I keep an ear open, hoping I won’t hear the door slam shut, indicating Andria has gone out on her own to look for him. I also realize how hungry I am, being as how we haven’t eaten since we had lunch yesterday back on the sailboat.

When finally I emerge from my bedroom I’m dressed in a light yellow shirt and shorts along with a pair of socks and sneakers. Andria is sitting down near the phone. She’s dressed in a light blue shirt, matching shorts and tennis shoes.

She’s glum as she tells me, “The phone is working, ‘Shel’. So I placed a couple of calls. No one has seen or heard from Jake. I want to go out right now and look for him!”

I tell her, “Let’s give him another half hour; ok? Remember? We were way down the beach when we came ashore. It took us a while to walk back. I just don’t want us to be gone when he walks in through the door.”

“He’s not going to just ‘walk in through the door’, ‘Shel’! What if he’s out there hurt somewhere?! Ohmygawd, Shelly; what if he fell out of the raft and DROWNED??”

The door suddenly opens. Amazingly, it’s Jake who walks in. His face is grim as though something serious is on his mind.

He catches sight of us staring at him in complete shock. In an instant his jaw drops in utter astonishment. “ANDRIA? SHELLY??” He’s totally astonished.

“JAKE!”

Andria screams in shocked delight as she jumps up and runs into his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful we’re all safe and sound. Then I get up and walk over to them, the three of us happily hugging each other.

We all start talking so fast that we nearly walk over each other’s words…

“What HAPPENED to you two…?” “I got caught in some rope and the ship dragged me down…!” “I saw Shelly go down with the ship and I just couldn’t leave her, Jake!” “You crazy bitch, you could have gotten yourself killed! The wind swept me into the harbor and I lost sight of you both…” “Yeah? Well your stupid girlfriend came after me and nearly drowned herself getting me loose! When we came back up you were gone and we hung onto a piece of the mast until we blew into shore…” “We landed on the beach, honey, and we fell asleep under some leaves! We had to walk a long way just to get back here!”

“We were just about to go out looking for you when you walked in, Jake. Where the hell have you been?”

“Well I’ve been looking all over for you two girls! You see I’m in big trouble. I really need your help.”

“Trouble?” Andria says. “What KIND of trouble?”

“Is it about the sailboat?” I ask. “Won’t the insurance cover the loss?”

“It’s not about the insurance,” Jake replies, anxiety in his voice. “We’ve got to find that sailboat and make a dive! We’ve got to do it right now, girls! I’ve got to get something out of there… and fast!”

“Get what, Jake?” Andria asks in disbelief. “You can’t MEAN that, can you? What the hell is so important on that damned boat? Shelly nearly DROWNED because you waited out there by that reef too long, you fucking MORON!”

In a flash it occurs to me. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he’s after. “What’s in the case, Jake?” I ask quietly, looking carefully at him.

His inability to look me in the eye and the guilty expression on his face says it all. “I can’t tell you that, Shelly,” he says quietly. “You don’t want to know.”

Andria looks at me and then back at her boyfriend in confusion. “Jake?”

I see a flash of shocked revelation in her eyes. That’s when I know she’s come to the same conclusion I have. “NO!” she gasps in horror. “When we threw Shelly over the side, I said that as a JOKE! You’re not actually a fucking DRUG DEALER; are you, Jake??”

Andria shakes her head in disbelief. She takes a couple of steps backward from her boyfriend as though carefully backing away from a poisonous snake. She keeps saying “No – it CAN’T be!” That’s when I get a sick feeling in the pit of my gut.

“I’m NOT a drug dealer!” he says anxiously. “I just… I just… Look! You girls have got to help me, ok? You know I can’t make the swim down to the boat on my own! I’m not as good a swimmer as either one of you. And I don’t know how to scuba dive, ok?”

At that moment my mind is made up. “We’re not helping you, Jake,” I say firmly, and I back away from him as well. “C’mon, Andria! We’re packing up and flying out of here right now!” Then I glare at him before adding, “You’re on your own, you stupid bastard!”

Andria stands there shaking her head in shock and horror. She looks like she doesn’t want to move. But she can’t just stand there either.

“Jake; what have you DONE?” she finally gasps, her face deathly pale. “The boat… all that money we spent back in the states… this trip? You mean it’s all paid for with…?”

She can’t bring herself to say it. I see tears well up in her eyes.

“I did it for YOU, Andria!” he says desperately. “I did it for US, baby! I just need your help on this one thing is all!”

“You can’t help him, Andria,” I warn her. I feel like I’m going to start hyperventilating any second now. Things have just gone from bad to worse.

“We can’t risk going out there with him. You know that; right? Someone bad could show up. One of us could get stuck down there and drown!”

I nervously look all around, half-expecting a bunch of drug runners to come bursting through the door to gun us down for losing their shipment. Gawd! How could Jake be so fucking STUPID, messing around with drug dealers like that?

I grab Andria by the arm. “C’mon. We’ve got to go NOW! I’ll call the airport and see about getting us on the next flight out; ok?” Now I want out of Cancun in the worst way.

“But Shelly??” Andria gasps uncertainly, looking from Jake to me and then back to Jake again. “I don’t… I don’t know…”

“Babe, you’ve got to help me!” Jake pleads as he takes a step toward her. “If you don’t do this, they’ll KILL me!”

He looks right at me. It’s as if I know what he’s going to say next. “Shelly, if we don’t get that case back to them, they’ll kill us all!”

Damn! I hate being right about this one!

He turns to his girlfriend and starts begging. It’s pitiful… pathetic. “Andria? Honey? Please! I can’t do it without you, baby! They’ll kill me if I don’t get the case back to them. And I have to do it today!”

Andria looks back and forth between Jake and I. I see the fear etched in her face. Then she takes a deep breath as though she’s come to a decision.

“Ok, Jake; I’ll help you.” There’s resignation in her voice.

FUCK!

“Andria… NO! You can’t!”

I’m firmly convinced if Andria does help him, this is not going to end well for any of us. I can see how badly shaken she is. But I’m not surprised at what she says next, even though her voice is trembling…

“Get out of here, ‘Shel’! You should pack up and fly back without us, ok? Get the hell out of Cancun! I’ll stay behind long enough to help Jake get his case back.”

“Andria; no!”

I’m horrified. I should’ve known this was coming, damn her! It’s just like Andria!

I shake my head as I tell her, “You can’t stay here and help him, babe! It’s much too dangerous.”

“I can’t just leave him like this, ‘Shel’! But you should go! I don’t want anything happening to you!”

SHIT!!

In an instant I know I can’t leave either, knowing Andria will be going down to that damn boat by herself. I just can’t fly back until I’m certain she’ll be safe. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to her.

I give Jake my angriest glare. “All right, damn you! I guess we’ll both go and help you. But it’s the last time I ever want to see your face. You got that?”

“Shelly… NO!” Andria blurts out in alarm.

She sees the grim determination in my face. Tears of gratitude well up in her eyes as she acknowledges what she’s suspected all along. I can’t leave without her any more than she could leave without me.

A moment later I can tell by the look in her eyes that she fully realizes what this means. So she tries one last time. “Please, Shelly. Go home… for my sake, ok? I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you because you stayed on my account. Please?”

“I’m not leaving without you,” I tell her sternly.

Andria gets this haunted look in her eyes. Then she looks angrily at Jake. She’s not happy, knowing if anything should happen to me it’ll be because I refused to go since she’s staying behind to help her boyfriend.

“Jake?”

I can see the conflict inside her. She wants him to embrace her with words of encouragement. At the same time, she’s mad at him for putting her in this spot.

“It’ll work out fine,” he tells her. “Nothing will happen, ok? We’ll get the case back up, I’ll get it delivered, and everything will be all right.”

I glare at him as a mixture of fear and anger boil up inside me. “Once we get that fucking case out of that damn boat, you’d better make damn sure Andria and I are both on the next flight out of the fucking country! You GOT THAT?” I’m livid, barely able to contain my fury with him.

“Agreed,” he says quietly with a nod, properly chastised upon seeing the anger in my face. “But only Andria goes down after the case, ok?”

Does he trust his girlfriend more? Or is it that he just doesn’t want me handling it? I can’t be certain, but it doesn’t really matter either way.

He tells her, “Why don’t you go get changed into something you can dive in; ok, honey?” He reaches out to touch her affectionately. But she recoils from his hand. She’s angry with him for putting our lives in jeopardy, especially mine.

She dejectedly heads back toward their bedroom to change. I turn and head toward mine to change too, just in case I have to dive down after her. But I can’t help turning to look back at Jake, almost as if I don’t want to turn my back on him.

There’s something in his eyes that bothers me as he looks back at me. I find myself wondering just how much he actually loves Andria. I have the uneasy feeling that it’s not nearly as much as I do and my hunger is momentarily forgotten as I go into my room and pick out another swimsuit…
—–
We come out of our respective bedrooms. Andria is in a white bikini, while I’m sporting a red one. Jake is glad we’re going down to the marina in our swimsuits so as not to attract any undue attention. He says it’ll look better if we look like a couple of sexy tourists going out for a pleasure cruise. But I’m not reassured.

We soon discover he’s already rented a 34 footer for the occasion. I give him a dirty look. I get the distinct impression he planned on the two of us going out with him from the very beginning, just to help him find his sunken sailboat and retrieve his precious case. My distrust of him grows by leaps and bounds.

The guy at the dock tells him he did what he could to furnish his boat for him as per his requests. Jake nods and thanks him.

Andria doesn’t say much. She still appears to be shaken up over this horrible revelation about her boyfriend. I silently vow that if anything bad happens to my roommate, he’s going to wish he’d never brought me along with them to Cancun.

I get the uneasy feeling that we’re being watched as we walk to the end of the dock. But Jake’s pleasure craft is waiting for us, just like the guy said it would be. We all climb aboard without incident.

He unties the lines before starting the motor. We soon pull away from the dock. The three of us quickly motor out of the harbor.

Andria and I sit on the bench seat near the back of the boat. Neither one of us says anything. I can’t help thinking about yesterday, Jake’s decision to wait for that other boat, and the case we’re now going after.

It suddenly throws suspicion on Almonte and his girls. I have to wonder about the true nature of their sudden arrival that day. I sigh heavily, shaking my head.

Jake’s got a tracking device with the frequency for the signal to the sailboat that went down last night. He seems to zero in on its location right away. Thankfully it only takes twenty minutes or so for us to find the damn thing.

It isn’t long until he’s turned off the motor. We anchor right above it. Jake looks all around, confirming we’re the only boat out in the immediate vicinity.

There are other boats on the water. But so far none of them seem the least bit interested in what we’re doing out here. I hope it stays that way and that none of his druggie friends come out to have a look. I also hope for our sakes that the authorities don’t come nosing around either

“It’s about 35 or 40 feet down,” he observes, checking his readings as he looks down over the side of the boat. “It’s right there; I can even see it. It’s a little murky down there, but it should be clear enough. The case will be a little heavy. But the guy back at the dock gave me some rope so I can help you pull it back up.”

He looks over at Andria. Then he tells her, “There shouldn’t be any problems, babe. The guy was supposed to stow some diving gear on board for me. It should be right there inside that storage compartment.”

I look over the side where I can actually see the boat lying on its side. The water does look a little murky around the sunken craft. Thankfully it looks like it should not pose too much of a problem. I still don’t like the idea of Andria going down alone. But at least the conditions are halfway decent.

Jake starts to pull out a hefty length of nylon rope. Andria opens up the compartment. The only thing she finds inside is a solitary blue dive mask, a pair of blue dive fins, a weight belt, and a yellow bottle of spare air. There’s no sign of any dive tank.

I’m sarcastic as I ask, “So where the hell’s the scuba gear, hotshot?”

Andria stares at the contents in alarm. Jake explodes in fury. He spews obscenities as he threatens to kick the guy’s ass all over the marina once we get back.

His outburst seems just a bit contrived to me. Then he starts apologizing over and over again to his girlfriend. He tells her he suspects the bastard ran out of rental gear and fitted the boat with the only things he had on hand due to the many other rentals instigated by the havoc the storm wreaked the night before.

Andria looks at the gear for a long moment before she starts to pull it out. “I can do this,” she says carefully. Then she starts strapping the dive fins onto her feet as she asks, “So where’s the case located, Jake?”

“Like HELL you are!” I state firmly. “You’re not doing ANYTHING! I’m NOT letting you go down into that mess of a wreck with nothing but a miserable bottle of spare air! Besides, the fucking thing is lying on its side! You could get hung up in there!”

“She can do this, Shelly,” he says encouragingly as she straps the weight belt around her waist. “After all, it’s in that little storage cabinet just down the steps off the main deck. She won’t have to go any further than that. She’ll be in and then right back out.”

“How the HELL can you make her do this?” I sputter angrily.

“Relax, ‘Shel’; he’s not ‘making me’,” Andria calmly tells me, gently touching my arm. But despite her bravado, I can see she’s trembling a little.

“This’ll be a piece of cake,” she says with a smile. “I can do this! I’ll be back up with the case before you both know I’m gone!”

Jake hands her the end of the nylon rope as she adjusts the dive mask over her face. I’m still not happy about all this. But I feel like it’s out of my hands now.

Andria places the spare air in her mouth. She takes a breath to make sure it’s working. Then she nods as she pulls it back out.

“Works fine,” she says cheerfully. Then she nods in my direction as she tells me, “Don’t worry, ‘Shel’. I’ll be right back!”

She puts the mouthpiece to the spare air bottle back between her lips. I look at her solemnly as I tell her, “You got three and a half minutes! Time her, Jake!”

As he checks his watch, she gives us both a thumbs up while one hand holds the end of the rope. Then she grabs both her dive mask and the spare air bottle. She holds onto to them so they won’t be ripped off when she makes the plunge.

Andria steps onto the ledge on the back of the boat. Then she steps off into the water with a splash. With a flip of her legs she heads down toward the sailboat as Jake plays out the nylon rope for her.

2009; 2021 (written May 15 ’09; ed. Jun 13 ‘21 by riwa)

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1.4 billion dollars later (male victim) (Guest author) 2.7 (23)

Posted on October 31, 2023 by riwa

My wife and I hit the Powerball. After the brief, yet understandable shock wore off, we commenced with Operation Trick or Treat.

I had been in contact with 3 Amazing Pro Dommes. One was in my home state, and one was in New York City. The third lived in Canada.

Today was the 7th of October. Cash is in our checking account. We offer all 3 Ladies to Attend a BDSM themed party in Toronto Canada. We offer them 10k each to attend and party with us from sunset to sunrise.

To our eternal gratitude, they all accepted. And after NDA were signed by all parties, we rented out the finest dungeon Canada had to offer.

But perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s introduce the Ladies.

Part 2

The limo arrives at the dungeon front entrance. My palms are nervously wet with anticipation as the driver opens the door. The Ladies come out one by one. Meanwhile, my wife is inside making sure all is as we requested.

As they approach me, I assume the position with 3 envelopes. One is addressed to each goddess. They each say thank you for attending, and state that their word is law from sunset to sunrise. I give them my safe-word: banana pancakes. Then I tell them we can get the party started.

After reading the notes, the Trio walk up to me. One places a blindfold over my eyes, and a red ball gag in my mouth. The next thing I feel is a stun gun zapping me in the base of the neck. Blackness overwhelms me.

When I awaken, I discover I am still blind and mute. The only difference is that I am laying naked in a vacuum bed. I am told by the one with the sexiest voice that they are here to kill me.

They want my wife to join their coven. No witch is allowed a Husband. A sex slave, to be sure, but never a husband.

I hear the vac bed suck all the air around my body. But I can still breathe thru the nose hole. They ask my wife Darla if she is ready to offer my life for her service. I hear her reply, “Yes, Goddess Sabine.”

I feel masking tape being applied over my nose. She waited until I breathed outwardly so as to induce panic sooner. As I struggle with the tape. I hear them chant, “Accept his life as we claim his wife!”

Strangely, I can feel the magic in the air as I pass out from lack of oxygen.

Part 3

I am still alive. I am told I must die 3 times to satisfy their Goddess. That was but one death.

This time, I find myself naked on a chair. There is a noose around my neck. The gag is still in my mouth.

I can see, being as how they removed my blindfold. But this is not an act of mercy. They want me to fully experience the terror of my death.

I notice a video camera recording my situation. They say they will show this to future witches what true commitment to the coven means.

Sabine says to me, “For the crime of being a worthless man, we sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead. May Goddess have mercy upon your soul.”

The noose is on a winch. With a push of a button, the noose raises me to 3 inches above the stool. It is a slow rise as to not break my neck.

I find myself rooting for a fast demise. But I have no such luck. Instead, I watch them hug one another as I cry tears of sadness and shameful arousal.

My struggle to stay alive only brings forth that same chant… “Accept his life as we claim his wife!”

Shamefully I spurt my load as darkness shows the mercy they would not.

Part 4

I am awake and tied to a chair. I’m gagged, yet able to see. They are all 4 dressed like nuns in black and white latex.

“Brian, this has been the best party ever. However, we must complete the ritual by sunrise, which is only an hour away. “

I am allowed to speak as the gag is removed. I simply say thank you. I also ask that they love and cherish my Darla. They assure me that they will.

Music starts to play. I’m tied to the whipping post. How ironic.

A canister with a breathing mask is secured to my face. Then it is turned on. I am told no more torture and to go to sleep forever as I hear it hiss open and fill my lungs. I smile just before I succumb to their torment for the third and final time.

Oct 2023 by Brian

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A sense of unease at the gallows (Guest author) 3.2 (36)

Posted on October 31, 2023 by riwa

As I stood at the foot of the gallows, watching the women twitch and writhe in their final moments, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Something wasn’t right here. And when I saw the state they were in after death – well, let’s just say it was enough to make a hard man blush.

The first gal had her skirt bunched up around her waist, revealing a pair of stockings that looked like they’d seen better days. A vibrator buzzed away inside her, still humming despite being expelled from her quivering quim. Cream dripped from every corner of her undergarments, evidence of some serious seismic activity.

Number two was a real mess. Her dress was soaked through, and she wore a sodden petticoat that hung low over her knees. She’d obviously lost control of her bladder big time, leaving behind a river of urine that smelled like a sewer. But worst of all was the sight of her engorged clitoris, standing tall and proud as if ready for action.

Third girl didn’t look any better. Her knickers were soaked, and her dress was spattered with cream. A vibrator stuck out of her quim like a flagpole, still going strong. This broad must have really put on a show.

Fourth girl was luckier than the others. She hadn’t peed herself nearly as badly, but she did wear a sizeable turd wedged between her cheeks. Maybe she got stage fright?

But the fifth lady took the cake. At fifty years old, she should know better than to get worked up over something like this. Still, she’d managed to soil her drawers pretty good, and her vibrator sat snug in her quim like a bullet in a gun barrel.

Sixth girl had me scratching my chin. Why did she need such a fancy chemise with those puffy nipples? Guess she wanted to look extra special for her date with destiny. Too bad she ended up with a face full of shit instead.

Seventh girl had her tongue hanging out like a dog in heat. She’d left a lake of pee in her wake, along with a healthy dollop of poop smeared across her petticoats. No wonder she went out with a whimper rather than a roar.

Eight was a tiny thing, barely legal looking. But she sure knew how to work her body. She’d ejaculated all over the place, leaving behind a sea of creamy fluid. And her vibrator was nowhere to be found, having shot out of her like a cannonball.

Ninth girl was another mess. Pee and poop covered her petticoats, and her vibrator lay discarded among the ruins. Didn’t take long for her to hit rock bottom.

Tenth girl was different. She may have died fast, but she sure kept things tidy until the end. Not a spot of pee or poop anywhere. Just a few drops of cream and a vibrator still buried deep within her.

After the ladies were laid to rest in their coffins, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. The fate of these doomed vixens weighed heavily upon me, even if the world deemed them sinful and deserving of their ignominious ends.

My thoughts circled back to the eerie scenes that unfolded before our eyes mere hours ago. The night following the executions was moonlit and very cold, the frigid air biting at everything it touched. Word about the unprecedented event had spread like wildfire across the dusty streets of Tuscon: ten women had met their maker via hangman’s noose that day, and though there were several accounts of what exactly led to their ghastly fate — whether they were mere thieves or something much darker altogether — nobody could deny the sheer audacity of their final moments.

For my part, I found myself drawn to the site of their impending burial, unable to peel myself away from the gruesome imagery etched into the minds of everyone present. Each woman had died writhing in sexual ecstasy, every gasp and moan echoing through the crowd like the soundtrack to some twisted symphony.

And yet when the undertakers came for their remains, a curious thing happened: the wooden coffins shook with renewed vigor, straining against the bindings that held them locked tight. It seemed almost too much to bear, the knowledge that these poor souls were not yet really deceased! But then came another revelation, a truth stranger still: each lid burst asunder and the deceased rose en masse before us, naked and quivering, embracing their newfound freedom as if born again.

As I watched them fly away, borne aloft upon whispers and promises communicated between the stars above our heads, whilst their naked haunches shone in the moonlight, I realized how little we really know about the world around us. How many secrets hide behind closed doors, waiting to emerge once given a chance? Their departure heralded the start of yet another long journey into the heart of things unknown and unseen. A pilgrimage into the very fabric of reality itself, leading us deeper into realms beyond imagination, hidden from view until now.

A chill ran down my spine as those words escaped my lips. What did they mean? Where would this path lead us next? Only time would tell, and yet my instincts warned me against further investigation.

Sep 2023 by Bartholinus

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A grandmother’s fetish 4.5 (186)

Posted on October 30, 2023 by riwa

Taylor couldn’t have picked the worst time to show up for another one of our special “plays”. That’s because my daughter Faye and her 21 year old daughter Tori were visiting from Tennessee.

He came in while we were all in the living room having tea. He had his revolver, of course. He always had it whenever he “broke in” to have his way with me.

He was startled at seeing three of us. Then he smiled as though he’d just stumbled across an unexpected blessing. I shook my head at him… “Not today.” But he just made us all strip.

He tied my wrists behind my back by using my bra. Then he used Faye’s bra to tie her wrists behind her back. He even used Tori’s to secure her wrists as well. Then he stuffed their panties into their mouths so they couldn’t speak up in protest.

I now regretted the extra rope I had hidden behind the couch for his “visits”. We used it whenever he wanted to tie me up and have his way with me. There was plenty on hand, and he sure put it to good use.

He used it to hogtie my daughter and granddaughter separately. They seemed shocked to see it miraculously appear from behind my couch like that. They gave me questioning looks as though asking, “What is all that rope doing back there? And how come he seems to know all about it?”

He stood me up and marched me naked to my sewing room in back. The chair we often used for our plays was right there where I usually left it. So was the hook up in the ceiling.

Thankfully, Faye had never asked about it. Maybe she had not looked up to notice it. Or maybe she simply thought it was for something other than the purposes Taylor and I used it for.

He found the noose I had hidden in the closet. He quickly strung it up through the hook in the ceiling. My crotch immediately got wet just thinking about what he was going to do to me.

He noosed me up before undressing. Then he sat naked in the chair. Taylor had me sit in his lap facing away from him, impaling me with his erection while the noose was around my throat.

He added tension to the rope, making me ride him as he pulled me up and down. I could feel how erect he’d become inside me. It had been six months, and I’d all but forgotten our little breathless “break-in” sessions.

“What are you doing here?” I finally hissed quietly. “I thought you’d forgotten all about me!”

“Who’s in the living room?” he whispered into my ear as he reached around to grope my boobs.

“Quiet!” I whispered back. “That’s my daughter and granddaughter from Tennessee!”

“Fresh meat,” he replied with a smile. “Thanks, Rose. I think I’m going to enjoy this visit way more than the other ones.”

“Taylor, you wouldn’t dare! Not my – AWK!”

He pulled on the rope until my pussy gave me away. It had been so long, and it felt so good. I could not stop myself from shamefully rasping, “Tighter!”

“Miss me that much, did you?” he whispered dangerously into my ear. Then he pulled on the rope even more. My breath was all but cut off.

This time our session played out a little differently. He pulled harder than I was anticipating. Soon, I was seeing stars.

The sensation of the rope tightening around my throat went straight to my wet pussy. I loved it, of course. But I was also aware it was becoming much too tight for me to withstand.

I tried to rasp that he was pulling too hard and being too rough. That’s when it suddenly occurred to me. Was he going to kill me, now that my family was here and had seen his face?

I could not breathe at all. I saw stars as my lungs heaved in my chest. The climax I experienced, coupled with the fear he might take me all the way this time, battered me into orgasmic oblivion……

I awakened to the sound of grunts in the room. I tried to shake the cobwebs out of my head, only to discover my panties were back in my mouth. Then I opened my eyes.

My 21 year old granddaughter was now sitting naked in his lap. Her back was to him, my noose snugged tight around her neck. She was blindfolded, the panties still in her mouth.

He played her naked body the same way he’d played mine. He groped and fondled her boobs from behind while reaching down to finger her button. I should have been horrified, but for some damned reason I was perversely turned on at the erotic sight.

Her nipples really stood erect upon her chest. I could tell her pussy was gushing fluids. She may not have appreciated the noose around her throat. But her body certainly seemed to be enjoying it. I know mine sure was, just by watching her rasp and suffer.

Taylor grinned at me as he pulled on the rope to Tori’s noose. She grunted as she squirted her arousal in my direction. “She’s multi-orgasmic,” he panted at me with a smirk, loud enough for both her and I to hear.

He reached around to grope and fondle her boobs some more. Then he pulled on that damned rope, making her ride his erection. It was shamefully arousing the way he abused my granddaughter like that.

He finally pulled her all the way up off the floor into the air. Then he used the nearby cleat on the wall to tie off the rope. Yes, I had shamefully set up my sewing room for everything.

I shook my head no as he hanged my granddaughter. Her head jerked this way and that as though she was trying to understand what was happening to her. She still couldn’t see, and with the panties in her mouth, she couldn’t speak out in protest.

Tears filled my eyes. I was in agony watching my daughter hang. I was also experiencing a shameful arousal as my pussy throbbed like crazy.

Tori kicked and pedaled as he groped and fondled her. He even stuck fingers in her pussy and wriggled them around. “She’s really twitching and clenching,” he told me with a grin. “She must love it every bit as much as you do.”

I watched as he stepped behind her. Then she jerked and grunted. I was sure his cock had just gone up her ass.

Her legs kicked in vain. Then Taylor grabbed her just under the knees and pulled her legs up. Now my granddaughter looked as though she was squatting in midair on his prick.

I was given a shameful view of Tori’s wet, dripping pussy as he spread her thighs open. I also got a good view of Taylor’s cock up her ass. That’s when I winced as a humiliating orgasm flushed warmly through my quivering body.

He let go, and her legs dropped. It seemed to pull disturbingly tight against the noose around her throat. Her bladder released as she hung limp, still impaled up her ass on his cock. It was so shamefully erotic that I climaxed again, even as more tears filled my eyes.

He pulled out and left her to dangle. Then he came over to me. He gave me a stern warning before pulling the panties out of my mouth and shoving his cock down my throat.

He choked me like that, as he usually did after my ass-fucking. Then he pinched my nose shut. My eyes rolled until I could not breathe again. “Nighty-night,” he whispered as consciousness left me again……

The sound of more grunts awakened me, my panties having been returned to my mouth. Tori was now lying in a heap on the floor. Her wrists were still tied behind her back.

This time, he had my daughter Faye in the chair in his lap. She was also blindfolded, her panties still in her mouth. The noose was around her neck as he jerked her up and down on his dick. Her back was too him so I could see the grimace in her expression.

She grunted each time he added tension to the rope. But I could tell her body was also enjoying it too. Her nipples were incredibly erect, her pussy dripping as he fucked her hard.

I shook my head as more tears filled my eyes. But I wasn’t crying because I knew he was going to hang her too. I was crying because my own body was betraying me by how shamefully turned on I was. Damn this fetish!

“She’s really clenching too,” he panted admiringly. “It must run in the family. Let’s see how she likes it when I take her all the way up.”

I shook my head while trying to grunt, “No – don’t!” Then Faye was hefted up off the floor. Her legs kicked haphazardly as she grunted and struggled.

I watched as he molested my daughter while she dangled in mid-air. The eroticism of it all shamed me. Then he went around behind her, and I knew what was coming next.

I saw her jerk as his cock went up her ass. And with that, I was cumming all over again. It was utterly humiliating. The only good thing was the panties in my mouth preventing me from crying out in perverse pleasure.

He played with her boobs while fingering her cunt. He didn’t lift her legs up like he had with my granddaughter. It didn’t really matter, because she still squirted until she dangled limp.

I shamefully climaxed again the moment she pissed herself. He pulled out and left her to hang. Her urine dripped onto my sewing room carpeting.

He came over to me. Once again, he pulled the panties out of my mouth. Then he rammed his dick down my throat, gagging me with it.

Had he always intended to hang me to death? I might have enjoyed it more had my daughter and granddaughter not been present. Oh hell; who was I kidding? I had climaxed shamefully to both of their hangings.

“Your turn, Rose,” he told me as he pulled out of my mouth. Then he lowered my daughter to the floor. He removed the noose and laid her out next to my dead granddaughter.

I could not cry out. I was too numb with shock, mixed with the perverse thrill of knowing he was going to hang me as well. In any event, I’m not sure it would have done any good, as I doubt anyone would have heard me.

He came for me, pulling me to my feet. He looped the noose over my neck and snugged it up tight. Then he sat down upon the chair and pulled me down until I was fully impaled upon his shaft with my back to his chest. Amazingly, he was still hard.

“No blindfold?” I gasped sarcastically. “No panties between my lips to shut me up?”

“I want to hear you enjoy this, Rose. Then I want to see the life fade from your eyes as you hang for me.”

“Did you have to hang my daughter and granddaughter?”

“They enjoyed themselves, Rose! Hell, you enjoyed it too! I saw it in your eyes. Don’t tell me it didn’t turn you on watching them suffer the way I enjoyed them in the noose.”

“I didn’t like it, Taylor… not one damn bit!”

“Yes, you did, Rose,” he laughed. Then he pulled hard on my noose. It strangled an orgasm right out of me.

“All you bitches are noose sluts, Rose. Did you train them or something?”

I don’t know why I felt compelled to explain myself. “They knew… nothing about this… Taylor.”

“They never found your playtoys?”

He pulled so hard that it choked off my reply. I squirted as I came again. He just chuckled.

“You are such a noose-whore, Rose. And so were they. The way they climaxed in the noose? Surely you must have trained them. That, I would have loved to have seen.”

“I didn’t… train them… and I didn’t… tell them about… you and me… gawd…”

“I can feel you clenching like crazy, Rose. Are you picturing your granddaughter dancing in the noose for you? Are you remembering how your daughter looked as she hanged to death?”

I don’t know where the words came from. All I could do was shamefully whimper, “Gawd, this is… such a… turn-on!” Then my face went red with shame.

He laughed as he pulled harder. I heard myself tell him, “Pull it… tighter. No, wait. I want you to… hang me!” I know I certainly deserved to die.

“Like mother, like daughter and granddaughter; eh, Rose? All right. Have it your way.”

He pulled hard on the rope. I went straight up into the air. Then I started kicking.

I caught sight of Faye and Tori. Seeing their naked bodies lying there, and remembering how they had died, shamed me. But it also gave me such a perverse thrill.

Taylor stood in front of me, too far away for me to wrap my legs around his waist. He molested me until I climaxed all over again. Then he moved behind me.

“One more fuck in the ass as you die, Rose? You’ve talked and hinted about going all the way once before. At least you won’t have to taste your ass on my cock this time… ‘cause you’ll be dead.”

I felt his cock push up into my ass. It brought back memories both painful and glorious. Then I was ass-gasming all over his hard, thick member.

He was inside me for quite a while. Usually, I know how to get just enough leverage with him up my butt to stay alive. But then he pulled out, leaving me to dangle all on my own.

He came up in front of me and molested me again. I barely felt his fingers in my cunt. “You’re still squeezing, Rose. But don’t worry. It won’t be for much longer.”

I thought about Faye and Tori. It made me clench involuntarily around his wriggling digits in my cunt. “Cumming one last time for me, Rose? Or are you cumming from remembering how erotic it was to see your family hang?”

Damn him! But there was nothing I could do to stop myself. Besides, my internal organs were starting to fail.

His fingers were still in my pussy. But I could no longer feel them. Then I felt consciousness spiraling away, perhaps for the very last time.

“Time to go to sleep, Rose. I’m going to leave you dangling until someone else finds you. But if I know you, I know you’ve always wanted it this way.”

His words gave me one last, perverse thrill. Then my vision started to diminish. I heard a voice from somewhere in front of me murmuring, “There goes the light from those eyes, Rose.”

I could no longer see him, and could no longer feel his fingers in my pussy. But I felt his lips on mine. However, I was too far gone to be able to kiss him back.

“Nighty – night, Rosie.” Then I think he gave me a push. I was barely aware of swinging back and forth as my bladder gave way before all my senses shut down, sending me to merciful oblivion.

2023 (written Jan 4 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by the shooter drawing I included.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.7 (3)

Posted on October 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming November rewards

The 13th chapter to Aravanna
The 13th chapter to Katia
Pool visit 2
Seducing Tiffany
Trash day
A JustPaul illustrated story
Becoming a dolphin
AF’s The Roommates
Teasing the landscaper
Dorothy and the water tank
From bad to worse

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

Boy, that sure escalated in a hurry. “There will be wars and rumors of wars?” Sounds kind of biblical to me, doesn’t it? Is this going to be our new normal?

The weather has started to change. Lately, my morning walks have consisted of pants and a jacket. Afternoon walks occur while I’m wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. But now we’ve got snow coming in. So this afternoon, I really added extra layers so as not to make myself sick. After all, I’m… well, I’m a couple decades older than 42 now. Note: I was just out walking when I discovered how icy it is. Many slide-offs and a neighbor fell and broke his shoulder. Be careful out there in bad weather.

I ran some errands for mom today. I’m so very thankful I still have her with me. Sometimes she will fix a meal for herself. But she usually cooks for 2-3 people. So she puts the extra in a bowl and sends it home with me whenever I check up on her. Lately, those boomerang bowls have had a variety of things in them. She’ll buy grapes, a pie, or some watermelon, and then send part of it home with me. She’s very thoughtful and appreciative of my efforts to help out.

I’m so very blessed to have her. So I’ll be counting my many blessings this Thanksgiving. I hope you can find things to be thankful for this year. I’m thankful I can write for you to distract you from what is going on out in the world. So please be safe out there. And thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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The seductress 8 4.4 (35)

Posted on October 25, 2023 by riwa

PART 8

I was so startled at the sudden intrusion into the pool that I almost swallowed water. Instinctively, I disengaged from Mrs. Walker before shooting up to the surface and grabbing onto the ladder. She followed me right up, grabbing on as well.

I was so disoriented that for a moment I thought her daughter Carly had jumped in. But it didn’t look like Carly at all among all those bubbles. I had no idea who it might be.

I became tongue-tied, wondering who Mrs. Walker had invited over to join us. When the woman surfaced, I didn’t recognize her from anyone I knew at church. But at least she had a pleasant expression when she gazed at us.

“You’re back early,” Karen remarked with a smile. “Robert here is with our youth group. He’s checking out the place with me to see if it will work for having a pool party.”

“Hello, Robert,” the newcomer said pleasantly, treading water as I took in her features.

She had a nice figure: slender hips, full breasts, and dirty blonde hair. She looked to be a bit older than Mrs. Walker. I figured her to be in her early to mid-forties.

I forgot myself as I stared a little too long at her yellow bikini. It was very revealing. In fact, it surprised me to see something so risqué on a woman I thought would have dressed more modestly. Maybe I was thinking about the way most of the older women dressed whenever they were in church.

I stammered, “You’re, uh…”

“…the owner of the pool you’re enjoying,” she finished with a smile.

I immediately felt guilty for being in her pool. “Oh; I’m sorry.”

“No; it’s quite all right.”

“Robert, this is Bernice Van Ostrum. She’s the one who has offered to help host the pool party.”

I looked at Mrs. Walker before turning to look back at Mrs. Van Ostrum. “Oh, uh… that’s very kind of you.”

“Not at all,” she responded cheerfully. “Happy to do it.”

I suddenly felt very self-conscious. For some reason, I was thinking she wanted to enjoy a private swim. So I looked at Mrs. Walker again. She did not seem the least bit caught off-guard like I had been.

I nervously told Mrs. Van Ostrum, “I suppose you, uh… you want to use your pool now. Karen, uh… Mrs. Walker? I think the pool will work just fine. Anyway, I’ll just be getting out of the water now so you can use it and enjoy your…”

“Nonsense!” Mrs. Walker interrupted with a wave. “She doesn’t mind our being in her pool; right, Bernice?”

“Not at all,” the owner replied with a warm smile. But I still felt as though we were intruding.

Mrs. Walker smiled as she said, “Actually, you came at just the right time, Bernice. I really need to use the little girl’s room.”

Mrs. Van Ostrum waved dismissively. “The house is unlocked, Karen. Be my guest.”

“Thank you. I shouldn’t be long.”

Mrs. Walker climbed the ladder out of the pool. I was about to climb out with her when she turned and stopped me with a hand up. “Robert, you don’t have to get out on my account. You can stay here and get acquainted; ok? Ask her anything you like. I should be back in a jiffy.”

She paused as though thinking about it. “Well… maybe two jiffies,” she added with a sigh. “Ladies’ plumbing, you know.” Then she grabbed a towel off one of the patio chairs, using it to absorb the moisture dripping off her body before heading for the door.

I self-consciously turned back toward Mrs. Van Ostrum. She had been treading water the entire time. She just smiled as she said, “So you’re Robert, eh?”

I self-consciously replied, “Uh… yes I am.”

She stretched out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Robert. Karen tells me you’re one of the more respectable gentlemen she has in her youth group… a real nice guy.”

I blushed as I thought about all the times I’d been naked in the water with Mrs. Walker and her daughter. “Well, I don’t know about that,” I confessed, hoping she wouldn’t ask any embarrassing questions.

She chuckled pleasantly. Then she asked, “I wasn’t interrupting anything when I jumped in so unexpectedly, was I? I didn’t mean to surprise you like that.”

“Uh… no!” I replied hastily. “Mrs. Walker and I were just doing a little, uh… breath-holding on the bottom.” I figured I could tell her that, being as how it was mostly true.

Her smile broadened. “That’s wonderful! Karen tells me you like to do some breath-holding out at the lake. I take it the water here is much cleaner than what the fish out there swim in?”

I looked around before nodding my head… “Pretty much.”

She chuckled again. Then motioned downward as she asked, “So what do you think of our rings in the bottom? Having them in our pool has resulted in a lot of fun. Did they help with your breath-holding? Or do you prefer to hold your breath while floating face down? I’ve done both.”

“Uh… I like to be deeper in the water when I hold my breath. So the rings in the bottom of your pool work really well; yeah.”

“You think they would work with the youth group if anyone was interested in, say… having a breath-holding contest?”

“Yeah, I suppose they would.”

“I don’t suppose you’d care to show me, would you? I’m always on the lookout for ways of holding my breath longer in order to keep myself from drowning.” She laughed as she added, “I might be getting older, but I still try to keep in shape.”

I chivalrously replied, “You look just fine to me.” In fact, she was looking a little too fine, as my cock was starting to stir.

She smiled at me. “I see why Karen says you’re the most respectable one in the youth group. Care to show an older lady how a young man successfully holds his breath?”

I liked the idea of going down and showing her. But I wasn’t totally comfortable being alone with her. Still, she had asked… and it was her pool I was using…

“I, uh… sure. Which ring do you want me to use?”

“Pick anyone you like.”

For a moment, I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. But if she was going to be nice enough to host the youth group pool party, I figured it was only polite to respond to her request.

I began taking deep breaths to prepare myself. She breathed deeply with me. Then we submerged at roughly the same time.

She headed down toward the ring in the middle. So I took the one closest to the glass. I went down, hooked the ring with my feet, and then faced Mrs. Van Ostrum.

She watched the way I hooked my leg through the ring. Then she did the same. But staring at her in her skimpy, yellow bikini was doing my cock no favors. So I deliberately closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on holding my breath.

I tried to relax despite my heart thumping loudly in my chest. But her sudden presence had thrown me off. I ended up surfacing after about only a minute.

She followed me up until we were panting quietly at the surface. I sheepishly told her, “That wasn’t a very good one at all.”

“Maybe not,” she replied. “But I like your form. How about if I show you how I hold my breath this time?”

“Uh… sure; lead the way.” After all, who was I to say otherwise?

We took deep breaths until we submerged together. I checked my watch before heading down. I watched as she knelt and grabbed the middle ring. Her knees were spread the same way Mrs. Walker’s had been during one of her breath-holds.

I grabbed my ring and spread my knees as I knelt and faced her. This time I was determined to do better. She was being so kind and friendly that I was beginning to relax around her.

A competitive streak soon rose up within me. I wanted to reach a minimum of two minutes at the very least. So I smiled at Mrs. Van Ostrum, occasionally releasing a few bubbles to ease the strain in my lungs. She released a few bubbles as well.

I got a good look at her, and immediately wished I hadn’t. My cock stiffened even more in my speedos. So I closed my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Her skimpy bikini was revealing quite a bit of cleavage. And seeing the way her bottoms cut through her crotch wasn’t helping matters any.

After a while, I carefully opened my eyes, thankful my arousal had diminished somewhat. Mrs. Van Ostrum was smiling as she looked at me. It made my cock stir again in my speedos.

I checked my watch, noting we’d passed two minutes. Then I nodded and decided to surface, not wanting my bulge to become too obvious. She followed right behind me.

“Two eighteen,” I panted as we were up catching our breath at the surface.

“That was a good one,” she replied with a smile. “I’ve always enjoyed kneeling and holding the ring like that. Now I’m curious as to whether or not you like lying flat on your stomach.”

“That’s a good one,” I replied. “We could do that next.”

“I’d like that.” Then she paused before adding, “I like this. This is certainly good for burning off a few calories; wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, it is,” I chuckled.

“I guess I need to cut back on all that wine,” she said with a smile. Then we inhaled deeply before submerging.

We went down and grabbed onto our rings again. This time, we ended up lying flat on our stomachs while facing each other. But that meant I got another unobstructed view of her cleavage.

Naturally, my cock stiffened again in my speedos. I mentally tried to will my growing erection to knock it off. But it just wasn’t listening to me.

We held our breath for quite a while as we faced each other. Then she did a couple of mock push-ups while holding onto her ring. I followed her lead, smiling at her the entire time.

I liked what we were doing. She was a lot of fun, and I was feeling more and more comfortable in her presence. But she still wasn’t helping diminish my erection any.

I waited until my watch showed we were at two-thirty before heading topside. She was right behind me. We emerged at the surface panting heavily for breath.

“Wonderful!” she gushed. “I’m having so much fun!” Then she gave me a sly grin as she added, “Shall we dance?”

“Shall we what?”

“Let’s try a little dance; shall we? We won’t move around very much, or anything like that. I just want to see if I can do it is all. Besides, I think you can hold your breath long enough to make it feel like we’re on some dance floor.”

I frowned at her as I replied, “I’m not sure I understand.”

She just chuckled. “Come down with me to my ring, and I’ll show you.”

I wasn’t sure how well this was going to go. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in such close proximity to her. But it WAS her pool, and I figured I couldn’t very well say no to her.

We filled our lungs before submerging. I followed her down to the middle ring. Then we both hooked our feet so we wouldn’t drift upward.

She wrapped one arm around my waist. Then she took my other hand in hers as though we were in the middle of some waltz. Our movements were very slow as our outstretched arms went up and down a little.

It was kind of fun, although I was nervous being so close to her. I tried to keep some space between us. But she deliberately pulled me to her.

Her smile was infectious. But I thought we were awfully close. I was concerned she might feel my growing bulge pressed up against her.

We didn’t really do much dancing. It was more like swaying around. But we were definitely in the pose. So I suppose if someone was watching through the glass, they might have thought we were trying to waltz along the pool floor.

We didn’t keep track of the time. She finally disengaged and headed up first. I liked that I had outlasted her. But I was more than a little concerned about the erection in my suit.

I headed up and surfaced beside her, the two of us treading water. “You’re wonderful!” she gushed.

I blushed as I replied, “Oh, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“No really; I mean it! You hold your breath very well. And I liked the way we were dancing. Could we try it again?”

“Uh, sure; I suppose.”

To my surprise, she reached behind her neck and popped the strings to her top. Then she reached behind her back and popped those strings as well. Her bikini top loosened and then slowly floated away.

She smiled as she told me, “I hope you don’t mind. That thing was really feeling constricting. Besides, I like to swim with nothing on. Now let’s go down again, ok?”

Seeing her breasts sticking out like that did me no favors. Besides, her nipples were clearly erect.

I blushed as I started to protest. She just counted us down. I felt obligated to go along with her as we inhaled deeply before we worked our way to the bottom.

This time we were at the ring closest to the glass. I started to grab her hand in that waltz position. But she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her waist. She moaned as she bubbled. Then we sort of swayed back and forth in a slow dance.

She startled me by kissing my lips. My cock stiffened even more. That’s when I felt her press up against my bulge as she kissed me hard.

I told myself we were only breath-holding. But instinctively, I knew it was still wrong. I hoped she would recognize what was happening and pull away. But she deliberately kissed me harder while pressing up against me and my bulge.

I was incredibly aroused. I could not believe I was breath-holding with another older woman. And she really seemed to be coming on to me. So where was Mrs. Walker?

I don’t know how long we were on the bottom. She kept kissing me while pressing up against me. Soon, our tongues were intertwining.

It felt like a long time before Mrs. Van Ostrum finally disengaged and headed for the surface, releasing bubbles along the way. My lungs were straining as I followed her up. We popped up at the surface panting heavily for breath.

She finally gasped, “That was fantastic!” Then she saw my expression before adding, “I hope you’ll forgive me, Robert. But I just couldn’t help myself.”

Her words filled me with relief. So I told her it was ok. Then I apologized for getting so carried away.

“No – no – no, Robert. I like to swim in the nude. But it’s not fair I get to swim naked while my guests have to wear their suits. So I apologize for not allowing you to remove your speedos. You can take them off now.”

“Wh-what?”

“It’s quite all right, Robert. You don’t have to be shy around me.” Then she moved closer as she added, “Can I tell you something in confidence?”

“What’s that?”

“Karen told me you masturbate when you’re out at the lake while holding your breath. I don’t suppose you’d care to show me, would you?”

I blushed as my cock stiffened. “I don’t know if I should…”

“It’s quite all right, Robert,” she said with a dismissive wave. “My guests swim nude all the time. Besides, I want them to feel comfortable in my pool.”

To my shock, she slipped below the surface long enough to work her bottoms down off her legs. Then she came back up, a big grin on her face. “Ok; I’m naked. Now it’s your turn. I really want to watch you masturbate while you’re holding your breath.”

I was shocked beyond words. I was also shamefully aroused. “I’m not sure I should, uh…”

“Are you going to make me come over there and pull them down myself?”

“No, ma’am. It’s just that I, uh… I have this growing problem…”

She laughed. “Growing problem… that’s funny! Now take ‘em off, Robert! It’s my pool, so please do as I ask; ok? It’ll be all right.”

My face was beet red as I submerged long enough to pull them down off my legs. My cock immediately sprang free of its confinement. Then I surfaced with my speedos in hand.

“Toss ‘em over there,” she pointed. So I tossed them out of the pool along the edge.

“Now show me what you do at the bottom of the lake during a really long breath-hold. Please, Robert? Do it for a middle-aged woman like me? In three… two… one… NOW!”

Instinctively, I filled my lungs right along with her. Then we submerged together. But somehow we got turned around. This time, I was at the middle ring facing the glass, while she was on the ring closest to the observation window as she looked back at me.

I reached down and grabbed my cock. But I was very slow in stroking it. I didn’t want to cum in her pool, even though I was incredibly horny.

She smiled at me as she caressed her sagging mounds. I carefully pulled on my dick, trying not to spew cum into her pool. I didn’t know what kind of system she had and whether or not she wanted to see my cream, much less have to deal with it floating around later.

I was extremely nervous… and incredibly aroused. But I was careful the way I touched myself. I was so self-conscious that I barely stayed down for a minute before I had to surface.

She came up with me until we were both panting for breath. “That was incredible, Robert! But I know you can stay down longer than that. Can we go down and try it again?”

“I, uh… are you sure?”

“Would you please? I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Uh… I suppose so.”

Before I could change my mind, she started taking deep breaths. I took them with her, matching her with each inhalation. Then she counted us down again.

We submerged and went to our separate rings. She motioned at me as she nodded… “Go ahead now; show me!” So I grabbed my dick again.

She caressed herself as I carefully stroked myself. She hadn’t given me permission to cum yet. So I didn’t want to do that right in front of her. Besides, I figured it wouldn’t be right.

She caressed her breasts before reaching a hand down and rubbing her crotch. Then I heard a bubbly moan. Was this what she did with her husband when they came out to use their pool??

My cock was quite rigid. I was concerned I might spew my load if I wasn’t careful. So I made sure not to stroke myself too hard.

Mrs. Van Ostrum seemed to love it. I heard another bubbly moan. She really seemed to be turned on. Her nipples sure looked hard.

I looked beyond her at my reflection in the glass. Then I thought of Mrs. Walker again. What was taking her so long??

What if she came out and caught us both naked at the bottom of the pool? How would she react? Would she tell my parents?

I was concerned enough that my cock softened a little in my hand. But I still had to be careful. I knew it could rise up and spurt at any moment if I wasn’t cautious.

I decided to close my eyes. That way, I wouldn’t have to see Mrs. Van Ostrum’s nudity. I think it helped a little.

I stayed down for as long as possible. I made it a point to work on my breath-holding. She stayed down with me until we were both forced to go back up, releasing bubbles along the way.

We popped up, panting loudly for breath. “Incredible!” she gasped. Then she smiled as she asked, “What do you think of the observation window and the way it acts like a mirror?”

“Yeah; it’s, uh…”

“Not used to seeing your naked reflection; are you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Such a nice young man… so formal. You don’t have to be formal with me. Now I want us to go back down and hold our breath again; ok?”

“Sure, I guess.”

This time, I want you to take the ring closest to the glass. I want you to masturbate while you’re looking at it, just to see yourself. I’ll be right there with you. Ok?”

“Uh, ok… I guess.”

“Do this for me, Robert?”

“Uh… ok.”

She counted us down, giving me virtually no chance to change my mind. Then we inhaled and submerged.

This time, she swam with me to the ring. I hooked it with my foot and started touching myself. But I was a little unnerved the way she knelt right beside me.

She wrapped an arm around me as she knelt beside me. She was way too close for comfort. But I still grabbed my dick and slowly stroked it the way she wanted me to.

I could see myself in the glass. I could also see Mrs. Van Ostrum kneeling beside me. Occasionally she watched me as I stroked myself. Then she would smile at the glass.

It was incredibly erotic. My cock was hard again. I felt the whole thing was kind of wrong. But I rationalized it away in my head, telling myself we hadn’t gone too far just yet… certainly not the way me and Mrs. Walker had done.

Once again, I was careful the way I touched my dick. Mrs. Van Ostrum even blew bubbles at it. Thankfully, she didn’t touch it or anything. She just kept watching either me or our reflection in the glass.

I don’t know how long we were down before we both had to surface. We popped up panting loudly for breath. I didn’t even check my watch, so I don’t know how long we were down.

Mrs. Van Ostrum was all apologies again. “I’m sorry, Robert. You probably want to cum; don’t you?” Of course I wanted to cum! I just didn’t want to tell her that.

She smiled as she told me, “One more long breath-hold; ok? Can you do that for me?”

“If you wish.”

“I wish, Robert.” Then she started taking long, deep breaths.

I followed her lead until she counted us down. Then we filled our lungs with air and submerged.

We went down to that ring closest to the glass, me standing and her kneeling. But before I could touch my dick, she grabbed it for herself. She glanced over at her reflection as she carefully stroked it, smiling the entire time.

I knew it was wrong. But I didn’t want her to stop. I was too horny, and I wanted a release. It was no fair the way she was driving me crazy.

She blew a few bubbles at my erection. Then she licked the tip of it as she stroked it. It made me twitch in her hand.

To my shock, she slowly kissed the tip. She paused before licking it like an ice cream cone. Then she slowly took me into her mouth.

At that point, I knew for sure I was sinning. But I couldn’t stop myself. I was too horny, and I just wanted her to keep going.

She came off my dick before taking me into her mouth again while losing a few bubbles. I tried to thrust into her mouth. But she teasingly backed off before taking me deep again.

I couldn’t keep from letting out a bubbly moan. She must have heard me because she started sucking harder while bobbing up and down. More sexy bubbles dribbled out of her mouth and nose.

I thrust into her mouth, causing her to back off before starting all over again. But she kept glancing over at our reflection with a sly smile. It was incredibly arousing.

A moment later, I thought I spotted movement on the other side of the glass. So I tried to peer intently. I thought I saw shapes, but that was about it.

My mind instantly came up with a worst-case scenario. Was someone in there? Gawd; what if it was her husband??

She suddenly started sucking and bobbing, coughing up a few bubbles. It swelled within me until I just couldn’t hold back. A moment later, I was shooting a huge load into Mrs. Van Ostrum’s mouth.

I instinctively kept thrusting. She just kept sucking like a vacuum cleaner. It felt wonderful, finally experiencing that release after so much erotic frustration.

She finally stopped sucking before slowly climbing up my body. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. There was an awful lot of tongue.

I had that post-nut clarity again. But I just gave in to the inevitable. I kept telling myself it was her pool and her rules, even though I knew it was wrong.

I don’t know how long we were submerged before my lungs started screaming at me. That’s when I weakly tried to push her away. She just stubbornly clung to me.

We both headed up, still locked in an embrace. We finally popped up at the surface, gasping loudly for breath. I had no idea how long we were down. All I could think of was that I’d done it again.

Mrs. Van Ostrum must have seen it in my expression. “Please forgive me, Robert,” she panted. “That was all my fault. You seemed so self-conscious that I didn’t want you to worry about cumming in my pool. So I swallowed it for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Swallowing? She was only worried about swallowing?? That was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment!

I finally stammered, “I’m sorry… that was so wrong of me… I shouldn’t have…”

“Nonsense, Robert. That was all my doing. I don’t want you to stress over it.”

“But I just shouldn’t have done it is all.”

“It’s ok, Robert; really.”

I was going to apologize again. That’s when a voice from the side of the pool got our attention… “I see I can’t leave you two alone for five minutes!”

We both turned to look. Mrs. Walker was standing there buck naked, hands on her hips.

Mrs. Van Ostrum smiled as she said, “What took you so long, Karen?”

“Ladies’ plumbing. But then I got to watching from the observation window. Now let’s really have some fun; shall we?” And with that, she dove head first into the water.

2023 (written May 30 ’23 by riwa. Renders courtesy of JustPaul.)

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Girl’s night out 8 4.5 (62)

Posted on October 20, 2023 by riwa

Part 8

I stare incredulously as my sister Cassandra kicks in her noose. Her daughter Carrie, and her daughter’s lover Hilary, watch enthusiastically as they clap and applaud. The women all around me cheer as another woman is riding a noose. I can’t believe they just hanged my sister!

The spectators are enthusiast. They have no idea the identity of the female now swinging in the hanging pit just happens to be my sister. All they know is that another naked woman is now dancing for their perverse enjoyment.

The brunette says into my ear, “You should masturbate for Amber!” But my mind is on my kin. Instinctively, I start to work my way toward the entrance to the pit.

I feel like I have to save Cassie. But the brunette grabs my arm and pulls me back. Then she loudly says into my ear, “Just where do you think you’re going?”

I loudly reply, “I’ve got to go save my sister!”

She shakes her head. “Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?”

Amber is slowly passing us. I suppose I should watch her final performance. But someone else has garnered my attention.

I’m shocked to see Carrie climb down into the pit. She goes over to her mother as Cassandra stretches for solid footing that is well beneath her feet. Then she parts her dying mother’s legs and moves in to lick her crotch.

That makes two women in the pit with the hangees. I’m shocked beyond all belief. This is not at all what I’d ever anticipated.

The brunette tells me to look at Amber. I turn long enough to see her bladder release. Then my escort happily declares, “Going… going… gone!” Some ladies cheer at the sight of urine dripping off her toes.

I turn to look back at my sister, momentarily pausing to notice the eroticism of the two redheads now approaching our position. The younger one carefully watches her footing on the slippery surface as she feasts on the hanged pussy of the older one. It would be shocking were it not for the fact that my sister is in the very next noose being eaten out by the daughter who hanged her.

Carrie slowly shuffles her feet along the drain below, making sure she doesn’t slip and fall as she follows along. She stays with her mother the entire time, licking and slurping. Cassie looks like she can breathe a little better with her legs resting on her daughter’s shoulders.

The brunette licks my ear as she hugs me tight. “Isn’t that so fucking hot?”

“But… but th-that’s my sister!” I gasp in disbelief. “I can’t believe her daughter just hanged her like that! And now Carrie is eating her out?!”

“That’s so hot!” the brunette repeats. “You have no idea how many times I’ve seen family members in there! I wonder if the two redheads are also related. Doesn’t it make you horny seeing your niece eating out your noosed sister?”

I shake my head no. But inwardly, the truth is far different. This can’t be real. It also can’t be this shamefully erotic; can it?

The brunette reaches down and deliberately fingers my dripping cunt. “Damn; you’re wet! You must be turned on watching your sister hang! Are you going to cum as she passes by?”

I tremble as I stare in disbelief, watching as Carrie continues eating out her dangling mother. Cassandra is still trying to rest her naked body on her daughter’s shoulders to ease the strain around her neck. But I can tell she’s strangling anyway. It’s as though she’s struggling to get a single, decent breath of air in any way she can.

Approaching us in the noose in front of them, that older redhead continues to be licked out by the younger one. She shimmies in her noose as she humps the face of her feasting companion. It all seems so surreal.

By now, Amber with her purple hair in the noose ahead of the redhead has mostly gone limp. Urine drips off her toes. But the redhead is still showing signs of life.

The younger one must be giving her some slack in the noose. She continues to eat her out while the older one tries to rest on her shoulders. Is it possible they’re related, just like Cassie and Carrie?

I’m stunned (and shamefully aroused) by the women hanging from their nooses. All that nudity as they kick and twist is having a disturbing effect on me. The females all around me keep cheering and masturbating to the incredible activity taking place inside the pit.

It all seems so unreal, as though this really can’t be happening. The fact that none of these ladies in their nooses will survive the event seems to make no difference. There are cheers and more enthusiastic thumbs-down all around us as everyone blatantly displays their sexual enjoyment of the spectacle.

I should look away, but I can’t. Cassie humps her daughter’s face, just as the redhead in the noose ahead of her humps the younger redhead’s face. Then the young one abruptly pulls away.

The older redhead suddenly puts up a struggle as she now dangles freely, the tension having returned to her neck. There are cheers all around me as naked women watch her suffer. Her dance is animated to the point where I find myself wondering if she’s been in a noose before. Did she hang in that “practice” room like I did earlier?

All around me, naked women cheer while giving enthusiastic thumbs down. I still can’t believe it, and I feel like I must be dreaming. Can this all be real??

Cassie has told me she and Carrie have played dangerous games before. But I never imagined this would happen. I never thought I would end up watching my sister hang to death.

In the back of my mind, I can’t help wondering whose idea this was. Was it Cassie’s idea to come here and hang? Or was it Carrie’s idea to hang her mother?

The redhead and her younger companion pass right in front of where the brunette and I are positioned. The noosed woman catches my eye. Is that a look of anxiety or ecstasy in her features?

Cassie will soon be approaching our place near the railing as Carrie tries to give her a last orgasm. I look beyond to see another empty noose in the pit. But at the entrance, I see them noosing up another blonde. Wait; is she putting up a fuss?

Why is she fighting? Shouldn’t she have avoided the entrance to the hanging pit to begin with? What the hell did she expect when she came here tonight?

The blonde teeters on the edge, right before she gets pushed into the pit. She immediately starts to kick up a jig. There’s another appreciative roar from the females on both sides of the pit. They’re actually putting up a cheer for the impending death of yet another one!

The track in the ceiling slowly carries my sister right by our position. For a moment, she and I actually make eye contact. That’s when something flashes in her eyes.

Is she experiencing pleasure? Or is she begging me to save her? I figure it’s already much too late for the latter.

I feel a sense of shame over how aroused I’ve become. The brunette pauses to look right at her. Then she tells me, “Your sister looks so fucking hot dangling in her noose. You should cum for her as your last gift to her.”

As though she heard my escort, Carrie steps away from her mom, allowing Cassandra to swing freely. The younger redhead stands out of the way and cheers as she now watches my sister hang. My escort finger-fucks me hard while my niece has her back to us.

Cassie’s face is a disturbing shade of red. “Cum for her!” the brunette demands in my ear. Then I really feel her fingering my cunt.

Cassandra suddenly humps the air in my direction. Gawd; is she cumming as she’s going? It swells within me until I hold the brunette’s hand in place, squeezing and clenching as I orgasm shamefully.

Women cheer as Carrie finally turns and catches sight of me. She grins stupidly as though she’s intoxicated or something. Then she waves and says something I can’t hear because the music’s too loud and the enthusiastic females all around me are too boisterous.

Carrie steps back up and touches and caresses her dying mom all over as Cassie finally settles down. The young redhead follows suit, touching the older redhead in the noose ahead of my family members. Two bladders give way within seconds of each other, much to the cheers of a large number of gathered females.

Both “cunt-lickers” wave goodbye at their charges. The track in the ceiling takes the naked bodies farther along the interior of the hanging pit to the waiting disposal area beyond. That’s when it dawns on me I’m never going to see my sister Cassandra again.

By now, the empty noose is almost to our position. But there’s always someone else to see. Coming closer is the blonde who was putting up a little bit of a fuss at the entrance to the hanging pit.

Her gyrations lessen as she approaches our position. She kicks less and less as her hips thrust outward. Gawd; it looks like she’s cumming too!

Some women motion and holler for Carrie to lick out the dying blonde in the pit. She must have heard or understood them because she steps up and parts the woman’s legs, moving into position. The young redhead carefully slips past her with a knowing smile before being helped out of the pit.

The blonde seems to catch her second wind as the tension eases a little in her noose. She tries to use Carrie for leverage by sitting on her shoulders. Then she hitches and jerks as though she can feel my niece’s tongue in her twat.

My breath hangs up in my throat. Then I wince from another intense orgasm. I’m ashamed over how aroused I’ve become.

Initially, I want to blame it on the talented brunette caressing me all over while fingering my dripping slit. But I sense it’s the shock of watching one naked female after another being hanged to death. Wanton sexuality is on display all around me as females cry out in frenzied excitement.

Carrie steps back and smiles as she gives the pleasured blonde a push. The poor thing helplessly swings back and forth. She humps the air as though Carrie’s face and tongue are still there licking pleasure into her dying body.

The empty noose slowly passes by. But my eyes are now on the approaching blonde as she kicks up her final dance. She seems to be struggling less and less.

In the pit, Carrie watches her as she enthusiastically fingers herself. Then she waves at me again before heading back to the entrance to the pit. But she’s forced to step aside and wait for a moment.

There’s another cheer as a young women in short black hair gets pushed into the pit. She kicks and struggles as though the noose is really strangling her. But that elicits no compassion from her voyeurs. Instead, it only seems to bring out the bloodlust in the women all around me.

“That’s so hot!” the brunette says as she fingers my slit with one hand and her slit with the other. “What do you think about all these hangings now?” I shake my head, not knowing how I should feel.

The brunette pulls her fingers out of me. But I never miss a beat. Instinctively, I thrust my own digits into my dripping slit. I feel as though I just have to have something inside there right now to work each developing climax out of my body.

It swells within me as that poor blonde approaches until I just can’t hold it back. It’s a shameful orgasm. My escort drops into a crouch long enough to lap up my flowing juices before rising back to her feet with a giggle and a knowing smile.

There are more enthusiastic cheers all around us. The track continues to move things along as that blonde reaches our position. I have no idea why the agony in her eyes, the redness of her face, the protrusion of her nipples, and the way she kicks affects me so.

She twitches as her cunt drips. Her neck has stretched significantly. Then her bladder releases right there in front of us, thrilling the naked women all around us.

I look into her eyes. They are glazing over. Did she climax when my niece licked her? Or did she cum as she dangled freely?

I can’t help but wonder. Is that the reason why some of these girls volunteer? Is that why others get caught up so much that they get too close to the entrance to the pit and find themselves hanging? Could it be they secretly want to dance their life away without appearing to be so willing?

The girl in the short black hair really fights her noose. Her legs kick as she twists and sways. Then her hips thrust outward as though she’s fucking the air.

She gets a cheer from many of the women around me. They love the way she’s kicking her life away. Ladies night out indeed.

What would happen if this place had more men standing around watching? Would they be fucking girls in plain sight while watching others hang? This place seems so damned surreal!

I look toward the entrance to the hanging pit. Once more I’m shocked at what I see. Two girls are on either side of Carrie’s noosed girlfriend Hilary, holding onto her arms.

Carrie stands behind her. It looks like she’s doing something to her. Wait; is she cuffing her wrists behind her back??

Hilary is slowly pulled toward the edge of the pit. Is she trying to keep herself from hanging? She only has seconds before it’s too late.

Instinctively I take a step in that direction. That’s when I hear the brunette in my ear tell me, “You really want to hang with her? If not, I’d suggest you stick close to me for a while!”

Hilary teeters on the edge. Carrie gives her a playful nudge forward. Her lover loses her balance and goes swinging into the hanging pit. Many women cheer as they give her an enthusiastic thumbs down.

Hilary tries to stretch her toes downward as she swings back and forth. Then she begins to fight the noose by kicking and dancing. I have no idea whether or not she volunteered, not that it matters anymore.

At the entrance, one of the girls previously steadying Hilary is now kissing Carrie. The other rubs my niece’s crotch. They kiss and molest her as though rewarding her for picking out a good one to hang.

I can’t believe it! Carrie was helpful in hanging her mother. Now she’s helped to hang her girlfriend too??

By now, the blonde is passing us by. She kicks very little as she goes into little seizures and shimmies. I study her noose and notice it’s rather thick. Does that mean the dangling women will take longer to die because the noose takes longer to close off their throats?

I struggle to catch my breath at witnessing such a perverse event. No one around me seems to show any emotion other than excitement, arousal and enthusiasm. She’s nothing more than another sexy, dying bitch, her life being strangled to death in the noose.

There’s a cheer as Carrie gets back into the hanging pit. She goes up to Hilary and supports her legs as she begins eating her out. Her girlfriend looks as though she’s struggling to catch her breath as she suffers in the noose.

Carrie steps away and Hilary hangs freely. She kicks and shimmies as her hips thrust outward. Then Carrie steps forward, supporting her legs and eating her out again. It’s as though she’s teasing her, giving her brief respites that are not nearly long enough for her to catch her breath.

In front of her, the woman with black hair kicks less and less. Carrie steps away from Hilary, leaving her to hang freely. Then she moves up to the black-haired girl and starts eating her out as well, much to the cheers of everyone watching.

Poor Hilary looks like she’s really suffering. She soon starts humping the air. I wince in shame as another orgasm washes warmly through my body.

The track in the ceiling moves all the hanged women forward, taking the black-haired bitch out of Carrie’s mouth. My niece just turns to gleefully take on an approaching Hilary. That leaves the black-haired girl to slowly move right past our position.

I wince as it swells within me again. “You should cum for her too!” the brunette calls out into my ear. The hanged woman begins to hump the air, and I shamefully climax as I watch her suffering.

She stops humping as she kicks less and less. Then her bladder releases. There’s another cheer.

“Going… going… gone!” my brunette escort gasps in rapture. Then she fingers herself into an orgasm. There are more thumbs down on display.

That poor girl gently humps the air. She twists and shimmies a little, but there’s not much life left in her. She’s barely alive, but she won’t be for long.

A roar takes my eyes to the entrance to the hanging pit. It’s that younger woman with the red hair. She was the one who was licking out the older one.

She swings back and forth in her noose, having been pulled off the edge of the pit. Is this her punishment for what she did to the older woman with red hair? Or is this what she’s always wanted?

A part of me feels sorry for her. But a shameful part perversely enjoys the way she kicks and struggles. Then she furiously humps the air.

Gawd; she’s cumming already?! No; I mustn’t! But I can’t help orgasming right along with her.

Next to me I hear the brunette purr, “She’s sexy as hell, isn’t she?” Then I hear a loud, familiar voice…

“HI, AUNT AMANDA! ISN’T THIS GREAT??”

I look to see Carrie grinning right at me as she stands down in the pit near the railing. Then she turns and buries her face in the black-haired girl’s muff. The dangling woman appears to hitch and wriggle as though she can feel my niece’s tongue.

It suddenly rises up within me. I holler, “Carrie, honey? What the hell? Why did you hang your mother??”

Carrie steps back from the black-haired woman, leaving her to dangle again as fluids drip down her face. She grins at me as she comes over and hollers, “BECAUSE SHE WANTED ME TO? BECAUSE I WANTED TO? HELL, I DON’T KNOW! CALL IT INSPIRATION!”

The track in the ceiling keeps moving along, helping to keep the bodies swaying as they move forward. Now Carrie’s female lover Hilary is approaching our position. She sees me and gives me a look that indicates she’s in exquisite agony.

I call down to Carrie, “Honey, you really hanged your girlfriend??”

“YEAH, AUNT AMANDA! DOESN’T SHE LOOK SO FUCKING HOT?” Then Carrie turns and buries her face in Hilary’s muff, licking and slurping as the women around me cheer her lewd behavior.

There’s another cheer as the track continues to move along. Over at the entrance I recognize another woman getting ready to hang. I immediately recognize Madelyn from the hanging room.

Where’s her daughter? Then I catch sight of her. It looks like she’s getting ready to ride the next noose!

“Like mother, like daughter; eh?” my brunette escort says loudly into my ear. “I really wondered if they might hang together tonight. Looks like I was right!”

2022 (written for Carrie Mar 16 ’22 by riwa)

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Our encounter with the Badjao 4.5 (117)

Posted on October 15, 2023 by riwa

While we were in the Philippines, my wife Sandy and I got to visit one of the smaller islands. There, we learned about the Badjao, men and women who earn a living by diving the waters for pearls, shells, sponges and other things found on the sea floor. Naturally, we expressed a curiosity about witnessing one of their dives.

We paid for a special charter that took us out to sea. On the boat were four males and two females. The interpreter explained they would be out diving that day for shells and pearls, and that we would be permitted to watch.

Sandy and I would be allowed to put on scuba gear so we could prolong our time on the sea floor to watch the proceedings. But there would be no such gear for the Badjao. They simply wore goggles. I suppose that was to help them see more clearly in the depths of the sea.

The interpreter told us they would not be using any other source of air besides the surface and what their lungs could contain. I thought that was rather inefficient, considering they would be diving and surfacing quite often. But the interpreter explained they had learned to dive without air from an early age. Thus, their lungs had grown used to lengthy work on the bottom of the sea.

We finally arrived at our destination. To our surprise, the Badjao immediately stripped out of all their clothes. They smiled at us, but they did not speak. We did not know their language, nor did they know ours.

The only thing they wore were netted pouches attached to ropes around their waists. They also had long knives for prying loose the shells they found. They did not seem embarrassed Sandy and I were viewing them in their nudity.

Two of the males were selected to remain at the surface. They manned a couple of long, thick ropes. The other four Badjao paired off into couples before getting into the water.

The males stood on iron bars attached to the end of the ropes. The females climbed on as though they were hugging them. Then they descended to the depths of our location.

Sandy and I went over the side in our unique scuba gear and swimsuits. The gear was very simple from what we were used to. It was a little unusual, but it seemed to function just fine.

Weight belts and dive masks completed our ensemble. But there were no dive fins in sight. We were not given any, nor were the Badjao.

Once we were in the water, Sandy and I slowly worked our way down to the depths where the Badjao were already hard at work. They had separated and were retrieving shells. But the individuals in each pair did not stray too far from each other.

They were down for quite a while before they had to surface for a breath. Once again, they paired up, a couple to each rope. Then they were pulled up to the surface, supposedly by their two male companions who had remained on the boat.

It wasn’t long before the Badjao returned, riding their ropes all the way to the bottom of the sea. They immediately went back to work looking for more shells. Sandy and I tried to stay out of their way as we observed the proceedings.

We could not help noticing a certain sexual component to their dives. By now, the males were clearly sporting erections. And the nipples on the breasts of the females were noticeably enlarged.

As they searched for shells, they stayed close to each other and to the rope they had ridden down together. They always seemed to keep one eye open to the location of their dive partner. I liked the way they looked after each other.

One couple went back to their rope, climbed on, and then gave it a tug, signaling they were ready to be pulled up. I saw shells in both their netted pouches. Together, they were pulled up to the surface.

Sandy smiled and pointed at the couple still remaining. Then she reached out and rubbed my growing bulge. Seeing their nude bodies was clearly turning her on.

The remaining couple finally went to their rope and signaled. It looked like the female was humping the male’s erection as they were pulled up together. They clung so tightly to each other that I thought I saw her give him a kiss.

The first couple soon returned. They bottomed out, left their rope and began searching for more shells. We seemed to be in a particularly fruitful location, as they had no trouble finding what they were looking for.

The second couple came down a short distance away. They left their rope and immediately began prying shells off the nearby rock formations. They seemed focused on their objective, but they certainly appeared to be quite aroused from their naked dive.

The first couple went over to their rope and climbed on together. Then they gave it a tug. But this time, their ascent was much different.

To my surprise, the female impaled herself upon the male’s erection. She hung onto his neck, fucking him as she rode him all the way up. The other couple seemed oblivious to this as they collected more shells.

Sandy pointed at the couple fucking on the rope, although I had already spotted them myself. I heard her moan how hot it was as she touched herself. My cock was hard in my swimsuit.

The second couple finally went to their rope after a lengthy search and breath-hold. He climbed onto the iron bar attached to the end. To our surprise, the female latched onto his erection with her mouth while hanging onto him. Then the rope started pulling them upward as she gave him an ascending blowjob, bubbles trickling out of her mouth and nose.

My wife moaned again as she reached out for my erection in my swimsuit. I rubbed her crotch as we drifted a little closer to the area where the Badjao were working. Then the first couple returned.

Sandy and I pulled apart from each other so as not to embarrass ourselves by their return. The naked Badjao simply smiled at us in acknowledgement before they went back to work. I was sure they’d seen us suggestively touching each other.

They soon had their netted pouches filled. By then, the second couple had returned. That’s when the first couple paused from their work. They deliberately inverted into a 69 before orally pleasing each other.

The second couple did not leave them alone during their sexual embrace. They swam over and caressed the naked bodies of their companions. Then they moved off to collect some nearby shells.

My wife and I could scarcely believe our eyes. These divers were being sexually aggressive with each other! And they were doing it right in front of us!

Sandy rubbed her breasts through her bikini top as she reached out to grope my bulge. I’m sure the Badjao noticed how handsy my wife was becoming with me. I was a little embarrassed by it, but I didn’t make her stop.

Strangely, they did not express any kind of disapproval toward our actions. On the contrary, it seemed to spur them on. It made me wonder if other tourists had come to watch them and had also become quite excited seeing them diving naked while being sexually suggestive with each other.

The second couple soon filled their pouches. But apparently, they still had plenty of breath left in their lungs, certainly enough to stay down a bit longer. That’s when the female knelt and took the male’s erection into her mouth.

Sandy and I were surprised at such blatant exhibitionism. But the Badjao did not seem to care that we were watching them. Besides, it was incredibly exciting observing them presenting to us such an erotic, oral bonanza at the bottom of the sea.

Both couples eventually retired to their respective ropes. Both females climbed onto the erections of their male partners. Then they were pulled up to the surface, riding those erections all the way up as bubbles trickled out of their mouths.

Sandy moaned as she really groped my bulge. I rubbed her crotch, still not sure we’d actually witnessed all that blatant sexuality displayed before us right there on the sea floor. I was tempted to fuck her right then and there.

Sandy looked up and pointed. The Badjao were returning. I could only wonder what else we were about to witness.

As they got closer, I realized they had left the pouches and knives behind. They had also paired up differently. This time, the guys rode one rope down, while the girls clung to the other.

As soon as they bottomed out, they came right over to us. The guys immediately ganged up on my wife. I watched as they began groping and fondling her all over.

I waited to see what kind of reaction she would give them. She did not resist them in the slightest. She gave me this look as if to say, “What else can I do? I’m certainly not going to stop them!”

The females came right over to me and pulled my suit down my legs. Then they started touching me all over. One grabbed my cock and immediately started stroking it.

I was so distracted by my Badjao playmates that I barely noticed Sandy’s pink top coming off. One guy had his hand down into her crotch. She appeared to be thoroughly enjoying herself.

The Badjao worked our tanks off our shoulders, causing them to descend to the sea floor. But they made sure we could still breathe as they got even more sexually aggressive with us. It was unbelievably erotic.

The girls took turns sucking my dick. Meanwhile, the guys removed Sandy’s suit and began kissing her all over. One even managed to get between her legs. His feasting caused her to groan up bubbles like crazy.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw one male and one female go over to their separate ropes and get pulled upwards. But the other two stayed down with us. It was as though their purpose was no longer to fetch shells. Apparently, their new task was to service us by keeping us occupied while their companions went topside to refill their lungs.

I ended up on the receiving end of quite the blowjob. Meanwhile, Sandy was getting one hell of a licking. She kept moaning up bubbles.

The other two Badjao returned, only to take the place of the ones who had just been sexually pleasuring us. Those two left for the ropes to refill their lungs as their companions stayed with us and began pleasuring us. I had no idea the Badjao treated tourists this way!

Sandy decided to ride the cock of the male who’d just returned. Meanwhile, the returned female smiled at me as she eagerly climbed into my lap and impaled herself on my dick. She eagerly rode me as though she hadn’t been fucked in days.

I don’t know how long Sandy and I fucked our Badjao playmates before the others returned. The female came back down and kissed the guy Sandy was riding. My girl reached out her arms past me as though to hug the returning male who I assumed was coming up behind me.

Soon, my couple were kissing each other, just like Sandy’s couple were doing. Then my female tipped back far enough to take his cock in her mouth while I was still fucking her. I had no idea the Badjao could be so sexually flexible!

The female who’d returned to visit the male Sandy was fucking shifted her position until she was riding his face. Sandy reached out and caressed her legs and ass as she continued riding his erection. I could clearly hear her moans at the bottom of the sea.

The girl I was fucking had to return to the surface for another breath. Her female companion saw her go and disengaged from her male Badjao partner to come over and suck on my cock. The Badjao Sandy was fucking also had to return to the surface. But his male companion came right over, spun her around, and immediately began fucking her from behind.

My female Badjao soon wanted my cock inside her. So she turned around and impaled herself from behind as well. Then she stretched out toward my Sandy. Both women reached out to grope and caress the other as we fucked them at the bottom of the sea.

The Badjao fucked my wife as I fucked his female dive companion. Sandy suddenly cried, and I knew she was in orgasmic bliss. I saw her eyes roll behind her dive mask. It was incredible.

To make a long story short, I ended up fucking both Badjao women, while Sandy fucked both of the males. They seemed to enjoy fucking her from behind while reaching underneath to grope her breasts. I also fucked the Badjao women from behind, as they seemed to like that position.

Afterwards, Sandy and I fucked like rabbits while the Badjao fucked each other. There was even a brief moment where the men paired off into an oral 69. Their female companions did the same thing. I just fucked Sandy from behind as we watched the erotic spectacle.

One of the last things we did was to fuck our three females from behind, all in a row while kneeling on the sea floor. Sandy cried out from another orgasm as a Badjao gave her his rod while I fucked one of the females. It was so surreal that I half expected to awaken from some sort of erotic dream.

I was in the middle of making my Badjao female cum when I suddenly ran out of air. We’d gotten so caught up in the moment that we hadn’t paid the proper attention to our tanks. We had to get topside fast.

Her female friend recognized the situation and immediately led me over to a rope. I climbed on and she greedily impaled herself on my lap. Then she pulled on the rope.

By now, I was a little panicked. I wasn’t sure how far down we were. It didn’t seem too far, but I had not paid proper attention.

Up we went, the Badjao riding my cock as we both slowly released our breath. I noticed Sandy was right behind us, releasing her breath while riding one of the male’s erections as they both ascended on the other rope. The last two Badjao stayed on the bottom, fucking their brains out.

We surfaced at nearly the same time, coughing and sputtering from empty lungs. Apparently we had not been down very deep. It was probably a good thing, as Sandy and I would have been in very serious trouble otherwise.

The other two Badjao came up with our suits and scuba gear in tow. Then Sandy and I were helped back on board. We were totally exhausted.

The interpreter smiled as he asked, “How was it?”

“Totally unexpected,” I panted.

“But we loved it!” my wife blurted out excitedly. I just nodded in agreement before he went to pull up anchor. The naked Badjao stood all around us, smiling knowingly without speaking before they helped the interpreter prepare to leave our dive location.

2023 (written Mar 16 ’23 by riwa)

Inspired by images by Roy Wolvertine, provided by Oeff.

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Sandy hangs at the Club 4.5 (79)

Posted on October 10, 2023 by riwa

Sandy Shorrs was the daughter of William and Elizabeth Shorrs. William was a brain surgeon, while Liz was on the medical board of the same hospital. They had big plans for their daughter.

Sandy was enrolled in college. But she quickly became a disappointment to her parents. Instead of studying, she was too busy partying. So the Shorrs took away her funding.

Sandy opened an Only Fans account to pay her expenses. Her short brown hair and big boobs made her quite popular. She soon built up quite a clientele. When her parents found out, they all but disowned her.

Sandy often fucked on camera. She said it was one of the few things she did well. What’s more, she thoroughly enjoyed both giving and receiving pleasure.

There were certain things Sandy especially enjoyed doing on camera. She really enjoyed engaging in erotic asphyxiation. There were times when she was bagged, choked and strangled while the cameras were rolling.

She soon came to the attention of one of the attendants at the Snuff club. Sandy was invited to a meeting with Mistress Chastity. She knew of the Club’s reputation, but she was willing to come check it out.

The first phase of her time with Mistress Chastity consisted of a series of questions. She answered each one truthfully. She was not shy or embarrassed about her sexual past. But the Club co-owner seemed to be favorably impressed.

The next part of her interview was conducted in a sex room. Sandy was nude during the whole procedure. Mistress Chastity and Mr. Rick, the other club owner, gave her a more in-depth examination.

Her oral skills were thoroughly tested. Her tongue brought Mistress Chastity to orgasm. And she sucked the cum out of Mr. Rick’s erection.

Next, she was tested on her knowledge of sexual positions. Mistress Chastity used a strap-on, which Sandy rode in all sorts of positions. Then she and Mr. Rick fucked her in every way imaginable.

In exchange for her working at the club, Sandy Shorrs had one request. She wanted the recordings of her time in the sex rooms to go out to all her clients at her Only Fans account. But the Club was also free to present her recordings on its website. Mistress Chastity and Mr. Rick agreed.

When her parents found out, she was promptly disinherited. But Sandy did not care. She believed she had found her true calling.

The next day, Sandy was at work as an attendant at the Club. But she was always on call whenever a client wanted services of a more sexual nature. She was more than willing, and many nights found her working in one of the sex rooms earning extra cash.

The longer she worked there, the more often she found herself in the snuff rooms. Sandy loved the sensation of being asphyxiated while she was being fucked. She said it gave her the best orgasms. Besides, she loved the thrill of being fucked by strangers.

Her friend Nicole warned her about the type of work she was doing. There was always the risk of an accident. One of her clients could inadvertently strangle her too hard.

Sandy knew the risks. But she loved the thrill of the unknown. The idea of being fucked and snuffed by a stranger in the Club was an incredible turn-on.

There was also the risk of a club pregnancy. If her sensor popped, she would face summary execution. Sandy said she was taking precautions. But it was clear to her friend that Sandy was engaging in dangerous behavior, even though she knew the Club was well known for executions as a result of certain “developments”.

One night, Sandy volunteered for an extraordinary evening of sex with the Club’s clients. She was bound in a sex room, her arms crossed behind her back. A rope from the ceiling held her in position, bent over at the waist as her Double D’s deliciously dangled.

The club advertised her availability to all the male and female customers for a discounted price. As a result, it turned out to be a particularly busy night for Sandy. She serviced males and females alike.

Her favorite position had always been the spit-roast, being fucked in both ends. So the club had her in the perfect position for being used in a sexual manner. It was an incredible turn-on whenever she had more than one customer with her at a time. Now she was helpless to do anything but get fucked in both ends, preferably at the same time.

The night started off with a trio of brothers. She enjoyed having them fuck her in both ends. She really liked the way they would pause and switch places in the middle of her fucking. She got deposits in her mouth and pussy before it was over.

Her next customer was a husband and wife. He fucked her mouth as she tried to suck all the previous cum out of Sandy’s cunt. Then the husband fucked her pussy as Sandy used her tongue to get the wife off.

There was barely time for a fifteen minute break before a couple of male coworkers entered the room. They took turns fucking her mouth, cunt and ass. And they choked her with their hands. Sandy was nearly strangled into unconsciousness. She thought it was worth it, as her orgasm was earth-shattering.

With a lull in the evening, Mistress Chastity and Mr. Rick came into her room. They took turns fucking her, as Chastity happily used a strap-on on her. Then Mr. Rick strangled her with a ribbon. She came so hard that she milked the cum right out of his throbbing dick.

As the night wore on, there were more customers and more fucking. Sandy remained fully aware of the risk she was taking. With unprotected sex, pregnancies had to be dealt with. So a sensor was inserted into the navel or belly button of every woman in the club, whether she was a visitor or attendant. But Sandy believed she had prepared accordingly.

If a woman became pregnant, her sensor would pop and turn red. That meant she would have to be executed. There were many nights where a female would come into the club, only to end up being executed up on stage or in a private snuff room.

To Sandy, it made the sex all the more exciting. She was all but certain her preparations would protect her. But it still made her wonder sometimes. What if the current cock in her pussy was the cock that might condemn her to an appearance up on the Entertainment stage?

She didn’t think it would happen. But what if it did? She knew she would have to submit. That thought made her situation all the hotter, as any unprotected sex with anyone – even the Club co-owner – could result in her making an appearance up on the Entertainment stage.

Sandy lost count of how many cocks she had fucked through the night. She’d certainly lost count of how many orgasms she’d experienced. Whenever she showed any sort of fatigue, Nicole would come in with a drink that would refresh her and give her the energy to continue.

At 10:30, she found herself in the middle of a hot spit-roast with twins. They seemed vaguely familiar. But she could not remember where she might have seen them.

They had just left loads in her cunt and mouth when she felt a pain in her abdomen at around 10:45. Sandy let out a yelp of discomfort. That’s when one of the brothers looked around and discovered her sensor had popped and was glowing.

Sandy was shocked. It wasn’t possible, was it? She thought she had taken every precaution!

Nicole came into the room a short time later. She looked at her friend and shook her head. “You’ve certainly stuck your foot in it this time, girl! I tried to warn you!”

“Gawd, Nicole; how could this have happened?”

Her friend just rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you study biology in high school? You know how this happened! You certainly took enough cocks bareback tonight!”

“Wh-what’s going to happen to me??”

“I think Mistress is going to end up putting you on to roast. What did you think was going to happen to you? You’re not going to fight me, are you?”

Sandy shook her head as Nicole freed her from the rope she’d been dangling from all evening. “No, I’m… I’m not going to fight you. I knew this could happen. I just never… I just never thought…”

“I’m going to leave your arms tied up like this, ok? Now I’m going to escort you around the Club like we do whenever a girl is about to meet her end up onstage. You good with that?”

“I guess I have to be,” Sandy replied as a sense of fear and excitement surged through her.

Fear blossomed into a perverse arousal as she was escorted naked throughout the Club toward the Entertainment stage. The patrons of the club were quickly alerted to her impending execution. Soon, a large crowd had gathered around to observe.

She was standing at the base of the steps looking up at the implements of death when Mistress Chastity approached. She whispered something into Nicole’s ear while Sandy waited. Nicole finally nodded before Mistress walked away.

“Mistress has a special request from one of our clients,” she told Sandy. “She says you’re supposed to hang.”

“Oh, gawd!” Sandy breathed as she looked at the gallows that was now sliding forward on its platform, setting the noose to swaying.

“She says you can have your choice of executioners.”

Sandy looked all around. Then she nervously stammered, “N-Nicole, would you d-do it?”

“Do you really want me too?”

“Why not?” Sandy found herself breathing heavily.

“Yeah, why not?” Nicole repeated. “After all, I warned you this might happen.”

“You’re loving this, aren’t you.” Nicole could not help smiling at her.

She led Sandy up the steps and over to the gallows. The noose was still swaying from the momentum of the structure being moved forward. Sandy saw the noose and shivered with fear and arousal.

It was a simple device. The gallows was essentially an upside down U. It used hydraulics, and a set of controls were attached to one support.

Nicole took her over to it and noosed her up. Sandy was both scared and excited. But she was not about to beg for mercy. She’d been warned this could be a distinct possibility as a result of working at the Club. And she was not about to give up her dignity. She would hang the way an attendant of the Club should properly hang.

Nicole activated the controls. Sandy gawked as she was lifted up onto her toes. “Gotta give the customers their money’s worth, right?” she told her trembling friend. Sandy nodded numbly.

Nicole went over to the edge of the stage. Monique, the Club’s official executrix, handed her a small whip. Sandy witnessed it and murmured, “Oh gawd,” as she shuffled around upon her toes.

Nicole walked back over to her. “Now hold still. This is really going to hurt.”

She stepped behind Sandy. Then she swung the whip. It came in contact with Sandy’s ass.

She let out a raspy cry. Then the whip swung again. It hit her ass three… four… a total of five times.

Nicole came around front. Sandy tried to glare at her as she shuffled around on her toes. “You’re really enjoying this; aren’t you?”

Nicole swung the whip again. It connected with Sandy’s tits. She let out another raspy scream.

There were four more. Sandy flinched and cried out. Tears well up in her eyes as her pussy dripped copiously, her nipples shamefully hard.

“Spread ‘em.”

Sandy was horrified. “Gawd, Nicole; you wouldn’t!”

“I said ‘Spread ‘em’!”

Sandy tried to spread her legs, making the rope tighten around her throat. Then the whip sang out. It made contact with her labia.

She cried out a total of five times as it hit her slit and clit again and again. Sandy shamefully climaxed on the fifth one. Now she was partially strangled, her face starting to turn red.

Nicole moved over to the controls. She turned to the audience and declared, “And now… the hanging of Sandy Shorrs!” Then she hit the controls.

Sandy was lifted two feet up into the air. The strain upon her neck was incredible. It hurt like hell!

“Dance!” Nicole cried out as she swung the whip. It hit Sandy’s crotch. She immediately began kicking with her legs, sending her to swinging back and forth.

Sandy’s nipples, cunt and ass were throbbing. The effect of the noose went straight to her pussy. She rasped as she squirted her orgasm.

She could not believe it had finally come to this. Whose cock was responsible? There had been so many. What if it had been Mr. Rick’s, the Club co-owner?

Sandy began to tire. “Dance!” Nicole repeated. This time, the whip came in contact with her ass.

Sandy kicked from a burst of adrenaline. Every part of her felt like it was on fire. Then she was cumming again, shimmying in the noose like a condemned whore.

She got tired again. The whip sang out once more. It came in contact with her breasts, setting her feet to fluttering as she humped the air.

Sandy was dimly aware of being lifted higher into the air. Then Nicole stepped forward. She thought she felt her friend’s tongue on her twat.

Sandy gazed toward the back of the gathered spectators. That’s when she caught sight of her parents watching from the rear of the crowd. How long had they been here?? Had they witnessed her activities in the sex room from the monitors this whole time??

Sandy was shocked and humiliated. It caused her to shamefully climax one last time. Was it because of the presence of her parents? Or was it because of Nicole’s tongue on her twat?

Consciousness soon faded away without an answer to her question…

6-23-23 inspired by the drawing.

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