My mother the breath-holder 4.2 (6)

Posted on June 18, 2018 by riwa

My mother the breath-holder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the favor, mom?”

“I need some help with my gambling.”

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

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

“How much to you owe?”

“About twenty thousand dollars.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess you weren’t.”

“Georgie, I really need your help.”

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

“Honey, I’ll do anything!”

“What can you do for me, mom?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can do two minutes easy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m getting better; right, Georgie?”

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

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

“Mom, you’re still working up to it!”

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

“Mom, you can’t!”

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

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

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

“I’m not going to lose!”

“Mom, if you lose you gotta…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Jan 24 ’18)

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Victor’s Guillotine 10 4.3 (6)

Posted on June 12, 2018 by riwa

10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well… yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn, darling; are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Mar 31 ’18)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 10 4.4 (31)

Posted on June 6, 2018 by riwa

10

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

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

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

“Did you like it, Stew?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know, Janelle.”

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

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

“How does she feel, Stew?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, Brad.”

“But Janelle, what about dad?”

“Damn! I forgot about him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You hanged your mom, honey?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My *gawk* my brother.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2018 (written Feb 4 ’18 by riwa)

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Hanging for the Borensterns 4.3 (7)

Posted on May 30, 2018 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hanging for the Borensterns

“How do you feel, darling?”

“I’m excited as hell. Aren’t you?”

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

“What?”

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

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

“Who do you think we’re getting?”

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

“I’m sure she will be.”

”But I’m a little concerned.”

“About what?”

“About who we’re getting.”

“What do you mean?”

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

“And you want someone who is?”

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

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

“Do you believe them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My, but you’re trembling.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Nicole.”

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

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

“Thank you, Nicole! We certainly will!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh honey. You could never disappoint us!”

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

“Honey, are you sure about this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gawd, baby; you make me so wet!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Mrs. Borentstern!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh honey, are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Doug! I’m just not sure!”

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

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

“You want to watch her hang; right?”

“Well… yes I do. It’s just that…”

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

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

“Oh, Sheila!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Feb 28 ’18)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on May 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

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

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

Riwa’s Reads updates

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

11808 words – $6.00

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

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

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

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

8114 words – $6.00

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

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

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

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

Scuba Combo IV (reactivated 5-16-18)

8285 words – $5.00

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

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

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

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

Team Discipline 3 (plus bonus)

9280 words – $5.00

 

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

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

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

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

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

10592 – $5.00

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

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

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

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Brenda’s special talent 4.5 (13)

Posted on May 24, 2018 by riwa

Brenda’s special talent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you really think so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you’re a slut all right. You just go about it a little differently. You could make good money if you tried holding your breath for some of these guys in private. On second thought you’d better let me do it. I don’t want you taking my customers away.”

Miriam shook her head as her coworker laughed at her. “One of these days you’re going to get into trouble, Brenda.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Oh shut up.”

Brenda checked her text messages. She discovered Heinrich had arrived and had already checked into a suite on the 20th floor. She was invited to go right up and meet him.

She felt a surge of excitement as she walked to the elevator. Heinrich was usually very generous whenever she was in his room. If she played her cards right she might walk out tonight a thousand dollars richer.

She knocked on the door with growing excitement. He opened it up and smiled at her. She hugged him as she told him she’d missed him. Of course she always missed the clients who paid well.

After a little chit-chat he motioned he was ready to get started. Then he laid out a bunch of bills on the dresser. Brenda was excited knowing she was going to make a lot of money tonight.

She started by giving him a sexy striptease, the kind she knew he enjoyed. She ground her crotch into his lap to turn him on. Once she was down to her sexy lingerie she went over to the Jacuzzi tub and turned the water on.

She took out her vibrator and started running it all over her body. She could tell by the look in his eyes how much he loved what she was doing to him. When she was done she hoped he might add a really nice tip to that stack of bills on the dresser.

She kept playing with herself with her toy until she had really gotten herself all turned on. Then she got into the tub. He stood up and came over for a closer look, an obvious bulge in his pants.

This is my first breath-hold,” she told him with a smile. She filled her lungs and then submerged with a burble. She traced the toy all over her naked body, feeling the excitement swell inside her as she slowly took off her lingerie for him.

He timed her with his watch, calling out the numbers to her. At two minutes she was naked as she came up for a breath. “Now I’ll do 2:30,” she said as she gave him another sexy smile, knowing he liked her to go longer and longer each time.

She got a big breath before she went back down. Once more she traced the toy all over her naked body. It made her nipples hard until she felt like she was getting close to cumming.

At 2:30 she came back up, a seductive smile on her face. She could tell by the look in his eyes how much he was enjoying her performance. It gave her such a feeling of power over him.

“Now I’m going to do three,” she told him with a smile. “And I’m going to show you how a woman uses this to get herself off.” She hefted her toy in front of him before she submerged once more, little bubbles leaking out of her nose.

She laid flat on the bottom of the Jacuzzi as she started using her toy. It felt good as she teased herself with it. She had to be careful not to cum too soon as she wanted to time it close to the three minute mark.

At two minutes she felt a little burn in her lungs. It filled her with excitement as she began to thrust harder with her vibrator. Heinrich looked like he was going to cream his pants from his excitement.

At 2:30 her lungs were straining. She started thrusting harder and faster. When he called out, “Three minutes!” she thrust hard until she fucked an orgasm out of her quivering body.

She screamed her pleasure before bursting up gasping loudly for breath. “That was sexy as hell!” Heinrich gasped. The stain in his pants agreed with his assessment.

“Want me to go again?” she asked coyly as she batted her eyes at him. “Pay me more and you can feel my breasts while I’m underwater. Pay me even more and I’ll go to 3:30.”

He quickly reached into his wallet and pulled out some more bills. He walked over and laid them on top of the growing pile of cash on the dresser before returning to the Jacuzzi tub. Brenda smiled as she filled her lungs before submerging once again.

He checked his watch before pushing down on her breasts. She moaned as she rubbed herself with her toy. She liked how sexy it made her feel the way some of her clients pushed down on her boobs. They were always willing to pay more to touch her like that.

She used her toy as he groped and fondled her. She moaned up bubbles, giving Heinrich a sexy smile. He was really getting his money’s worth… but she was enjoying the encounter as well, especially with that growing pile of cash on the dresser.

She could feel the burn in her lungs; she was running out of breath again. She released a few bubbles to ease the strain. Heinrich smiled at her as he pushed down on her breasts, a look of lust in his eyes.

Brenda started fucking herself once more as he checked his watch. Now her lungs were really burning. He told her she still had another minute to go.

She hoped she hadn’t released too many bubbles. It was going to be hard enough reaching 3:30. But she could tell this orgasm was going to be huge.

Her chest heaved as her face grimaced. He called out, “Three minutes!” She thrust the buzzing toy hard into her pussy to help distract her. But her lungs really needed air.

She could tell by the expression in his eyes how turned on he was. She forced herself to hold her breath a few seconds longer… and then a few seconds after that. Then her orgasm exploded inside her.

She expelled her breath in huge bursts as she writhed back and forth. Her need for air diminished as the orgasm claimed her. It felt wonderful.

She saw the smile on his face; it was obvious he’d enjoyed her performance. She was sure he was going to leave her a good tip. Then her need for air returned in a rush.

“3:30, Brenda!” he called out. “Go to 4:00. Drown for me and I’ll pay you more!”

She winced as she tried to force herself to go longer. But the fire in her lungs was too great. Her chest heaved continuously, her stomach rippling.

It was too hard; she wanted up. He just glanced at his watch as he pushed down on her tits. “3:45!” he called out. “Keep going, honey! You can do it!”

Brenda felt dizzy and disoriented. She wanted up in the worst way. She didn’t think she could hold her breath much longer.

She finally let go of her toy, leaving it buzzing in her pussy as she grabbed his arms. She tried to pry them off her boobs, urging him to let her up. He just glanced at his watch before excitedly calling out, “You’re almost there, Brenda!”

Her chest heaved, she was really dizzy. Her face felt flushed as her stomach rippled again and again. She grimaced in agony as she lost a few more bubbles.

“You’re at four; you’re at four! Now drown for me, Brenda!” That’s when she looked up at him in alarm. Didn’t he realize she couldn’t stay down any longer??

She clawed at his arms, but he pushed down harder on her boobs. She shook her head back and forth as bubbles spewed out of her mouth. Then she panicked as she started kicking and thrashing about in the tub.

“Yeah, Brenda; just like that!” and her eyes opened wide in horror. Then she expelled the last of her breath. It geysered up out of her mouth before she gulped water down her throat.

She gurgled as she started swallowing water, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her arms flailed helplessly as her legs kicked less and less. Stray bubbles came out of her gaping mouth as she stared upward in horror…

“YES, BRENDA; JUST LIKE THAT!” Heinrich was overly excited now. The stain in his pants grew as he creamed himself again.

She began to settle at the bottom of the tub. Her naked body hitched less and less as a couple of small bubbles slipped out of her mouth. She stared upward in astonishment over the way he’d kept her down so long. Then the life winked out of her eyes.

He enthusiastically groped her breasts as the surface of the water grew calm. He grabbed her toy and fucked her with it. There was a discoloration in the water from where she had discharged some fluid. Apparently she’d experienced one last orgasm while she was drowning.

He panted for breath as he touched her all over. Her nipples were hard from the fear and excitement her body had experienced. She looked so incredibly sexy lying there at the bottom of the tub.

Heinrich panted for breath. As far as he was concerned it had been Brenda’s best performance of her life. He would always remember it fondly.

He looked down at her naked body as a small bubble slipped out of her mouth. He touched her all over, pulling the toy out of her and feeling with his finger how wet her pussy was. It made him tremble with a perverse excitement.

He finally went over and scooped up all the cash off the dresser. He put it back in his wallet before changing into a different pair of pants so no one would see the stain he’d created from cumming. Then he called the front desk, telling them he’d invited Brenda up to his room but that she’d taken a bath and must have accidently drowned herself before he’d come back from running an errand.

2018 (Written for Brenda Mar 26 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a chat.)

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“Fireman Sam to the rekscue!” 4.3 (19)

Posted on May 18, 2018 by riwa

“Fireman Sam to the rekscue!”

It came special delivery. Winston and his wife Vivien hauled it to the back of the house to their special room. It was only for mum and dad, meaning little Jenny was not allowed inside.

They were excited as they began putting it together. The instructions were user friendly and made it easy to assemble. But there were big pieces of wood to attach, and it took a while.

Husband and wife became more excited as it began to take shape. “I still can’t believe you ordered it!” Vivien gasped with growing excitement. “It’s so big!”

“I can’t believe you wanted me to,” her husband countered good-naturedly. “You must really be eager to try it out.”

“You know how much it turns you on, love.”

“You mean how much it turns you on,” he corrected with a smile. “You’re the one eager to take it for a spin to see what it feels like. Suppose something goes wrong and my sweet wife loses her head?”

“Bloody hell! I can’t stop trembling just thinking about it! We’re almost done, aren’t we?”

“Yes we are, love. Let me finish tightening these bolts. Then I want to make sure the bascule seesaws like it’s supposed to.”

A few more minutes and it was finished. It filled up much of the back room. It was pointed toward the door, but there was room to walk all the way around it.

Vivien lovingly brushed a hand along the wooden frame, shivering with arousal. Then she looked at the blade resting on the bottom. “Bloody hell, darling! It’s absolutely gorgeous!”

“I never imagined anyone seeing a working guillotine would view it as ‘gorgeous’, love.”

“That’s because they never met a woman like me before.”

He shook his head with a chuckle as they stood side by side admiring their recent acquisition. There was a rough, wooden bench – the bascule – currently tipped vertical for the body to lie upon. It had two straps strategically located to secure the intended victim. In front, the heavy blade sat at the bottom of a set of wooden tracks.

“Does it work, darling?” she asked, wondering because the blade had seemed so heavy to put into place.

“It’s supposed to, love,” he replied. “God forbid we purchased a guillotine that doesn’t work. You want to find out?”

“What about little Jenny?”

“She’s out watching TV. It sounds like she’s watching Peppa Pig. She shouldn’t be bothering us.”

He walked over and pulled on one end of the rope that went up through a hook and then came back down to attach to the top of the blade. He had to work to pull it up the rails. Then it seemed to click into position.

He eased his grip on the rope. The blade seemed to be holding. “All ready for you, love,” he said with a grin.

“Can I…?” she started to ask as she reached out for the lever. Her arms were shaking and her knickers were damp. Confirming it was a functioning machine was liable to make her wet herself.

“Just a minute,” he told her, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be right back.” Then he opened the door and slipped away.

He returned less than a minute later. In his hand was a head of cabbage. “Hey, that’s for dinner!” she scolded him.

“You want to see if the blade works; right, love?”

He gently placed it in the opening where the neck was supposed to rest. Then he brought the lunette down upon it as though locking a head into place. When he was done he stepped back and gestured grandly at his wife.

“Go ahead, darling. Behead your stroppy sister. Or maybe that’s you lying there.”

She tentatively reached out and grabbed the lever. Then she pulled on it. The blade whooshed down, splitting the head of cabbage in two and bottoming out with a loud thump. The front half of their dinner promptly dropped into the wicker basket below as the other half rolled back.

Vivien jumped with a start. “Bloody hell!” she gasped excitedly, her heart beating fast. Then she murmured, “I can’t believe it really works!”

She stared in amazement. If she’d been locked in at the moment the blade came down, she would no longer need that appointment to the hairdresser on Tuesday. She panted for breath as she tentatively looked down into the wicker basket at the split cabbage.

A few seconds later there was a rapping on the door. “What was that, mummy? Are you and daddy in there? I heard a loud noise!”

“Everything’s fine, Jenny!” Vivien called out to their five year old daughter. “Go back and watch your show. Isn’t Peppa Pig on right now?”

“Yes, mummy!” Then they hear the sound of little feet rushing away.

“She knows not to be in here, right?” Vivien asked her husband.

“Oh yes, darling. She knows this is mummy and daddy’s special room. I’m not about to tell her how her mother is such a kinky bitch. She probably won’t find that out until much, much later… like when she’s twenty maybe… that is, if you bother to tell her.”

“Oh Winston!” she said as she shook her head. Then she kissed him deeply.

“I’m over the moon right now! I’m so glad you bought it for us!” Then she gave him a coy look as she reached down to feel the bulge in his trousers.

“Can’t wait to see me try it out, eh?”

“Would you like to take it for a spin, darling? Are you offering me your head?”

“Wouldn’t you like me to give you head first before you take my head?”

“You’re such a kinky bitch. Maybe it’s time for your beheading.” And with that he grabbed her by the arm.

She gasped as a jolt of arousal made her tremble. “Will it be safe, darling?”

“It is now with the blade down. So I suppose I’d better fix that, hadn’t I?”

Winston released his grip on her arm. He pushed the lever back into position. Then he grabbed onto the end of the rope to the blade and pulled hand over hand.

The blade slowly rose back up to the top of the guillotine. There was a click as it locked into position. He tested the rope before he let it go. But the blade remained fixed at the top.

“Now we can slide your head through the opening, love.”

“It won’t come down, will it?”

“Not unless you pull the lever again, darling. Oh wait. You’ll be the one lying in the bascule. So I guess I would have to be the one to pull the lever, wouldn’t I.”

“You wouldn’t, would you?” Then she looked down to see the bulge was still there in his trousers.

“Oh bloody hell! You’re thinking about it, aren’t you!”

“Am I?”

She reached down and groped his bulge again. That’s when he grasped her firmly by the arm. “For teasing your husband, I sentence you to death by beheading.”

“Bloody hell; yes!” she gasped as the tremors returned.

She paused as she gave him a seductive look. “Dressed or naked, darling?”

“A tart like you deserves to die naked. Now strip!”

She felt an erotic shudder at the way her husband was ordering her around. She began to work herself out of the dress she was in. Then she folded it neatly on a chair.

“C’mon, tart,” he motioned as though trying to hurry things along. “With the lady of the kitchen beheaded, I guess Jenny and I will have to eat out tonight.”

She felt another erotic jolt as she slipped out of her bra and knickers. She set them on top of the dress before slipping out of her shoes. Then Winston pulled her around to the bascule.

He pushed her up against the tilted wooden bench. “This is for all the times you teased me. You’ve definitely got this coming to you.”

She gasped as the first strap went around her chest, holding her tightly to the bascule. Now she was wet as hell. She really needed a shower.

The second strap went just below her thighs. He took a little extra time, his hands roaming over her bum. She gasped and moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the hovering blade.

“You’re sure it won’t come down, darling?”

“Oh it’ll come down all right, once I pull the lever.” Then he tipped her forward until she was facing the lunette.

She gasped as he lifted it up. Then he removed the chunk of sliced cabbage before he slowly pushed her forward. “Bloody hell, love!” she murmured as her head went through the path of the blade.

The front of the bascule hit the edge of the guillotine. That was as far forward as it would go. Vivien looked down to see the wicker basket below and the other half of the head of cabbage lying inside.

She shivered from an insane fear and arousal. She was painfully aware of the blade above her. “Winston, it won’t… it won’t… It’ll stay up there, right?” She felt like she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“I make no promises, love,” he chuckled as he brought the lunette down onto her neck. She trembled as she looked down into the wicker basket. What if something happened to make her head join that sliced head of cabbage?

“Oh bloody hell, Winston!”

“What’s the matter, darling? You said you wanted to know what it felt like.”

He walked away as she lay there trembling. He returned, grabbed her flailing arms and then cuffed her wrists together. Vivien whimpered as she panted for breath.

He smacked her ass, causing her to yip and flinch. Then he smacked it again. “You don’t know anyone who can cook cabbage with a nice rump roast; do you, love?”

She whimpered again as she gasped for breath. The blade was directly above her; it could come down at any time! She hoped like hell it was securely fastened.

“Well, you always wanted to know what it would feel like, darling. She we find out right now?”

He reached over for the lever. That’s when Vivien swooned. She clamped her lips together, trying not to scream out in orgasm.

“Damn, honey! Did you just have yourself a nice cum right then? Are you that excited? Are you sure you don’t want to find out firsthand what it’ll feel like to lose your head?” Then he chuckled as he reached back and fingered her wet pussy.

She moaned before gasping, “Don’t do that, love! Little Jenny might hear!”

“She’s watching Peppa Pig right now, darling. She’s preoccupied.”

“But I almost cried out a moment ago! You know I’m a screamer.”

“True. Ok, I’ll behave.”

He came around the contraption where he gave his wife a good look-see. “I can’t believe how sexy you look lying there waiting to lose your head, darling.”

“It feels bloody incredible! I’m trembling like crazy! I’ve already cum once!”

“Shall I pull the lever and send you to heaven, love?”

“Oh bloody hell!” She was trembling like a leaf, terrified the blade might fall… and yet almost secretly wishing it would just for the experience.

“You look lovely, darling; simply lovely. I’m going to have to change my pants if I’m not careful. Here, let me go fetch the camera.”

He pulled it out of the desk and began taking snapshots. His wife wriggled and squirmed as she lay on the bench with her head through the lunette. She sounded like she was hyperventilating as he snapped her from every conceivable angle.

“Bloody hell, Winston; this is incredible!”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pull the lever, darling?”

“Oh fuck! Don’t tease me like that!”

He chuckled as he put the camera back. Then he came around front and patted his wife on the head. “You look incredible, love. We’re going to have to send little Jenny to your sister’s later. I need some private time alone with you if you know what I mean. But first…” Then he headed for the door.

“Winston?? Wait a minute! Where are you going? You’re not leaving me like this, are you??” The idea of her losing her head in some accident while he was away was both terrifying and arousing.

“I have to use the loo, darling. Don’t worry. I’ll be right back to enjoy your beheading. You just lie there and enjoy yourself.”

“Bloody hell, love! You’re not going to… is it safe?”

“Relax, darling. The lever is secured.” And with that he walked out of the room.

Vivien gasped and moaned as she lay helpless upon the bascule. She kept staring down at the sliced head of cabbage in the wicker basket below. She remembered the way the blade fell, slicing it cleanly in two. Then she was reminded how her neck was now in the path of the blade should it come down again.

She wriggled and squirmed from a mixture of fear as well as an insane arousal. Then she winced as she wet herself. Vivien shuddered hard in orgasm, struggling to stifle her cry of bliss.

She panted wildly for breath as she came down from the plateau of her climax. It had been one hell of an O. She only wished her husband would hurry back before something dreadful happened.

The door suddenly opened. But it wasn’t Winston returning. “Whatcha doing, mummy?”

Vivien blushed a deep red as she gasped in alarm. “Jenny?? You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Go back and watch TV. Go watch Peppa Pig.”

“Peppa Pig is over, mummy! Fireman Sam is on next.”

“Then go watch Fireman Sam.”

“He’s not on yet, mummy. It’s c’mershul.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Go back out and watch the telly, love. You don’t want to miss the beginning of Fireman Sam.”

“Whatcha doing with your head like that?”

“It’s just something for mummies and daddies, love.”

“Oh that!”

She winced as though it was something unpleasant. Then she rushed forward to examine the lever. “What’s this, mummy? Hey, you’re nekkid!”

“No – no, honey! Don’t grab that! Go back out and watch TV, ok?”

At that moment Winston appeared in the doorway. “Jenny, what are you doing in here – don’t touch that!”

“Oh hi, daddy!”

At that moment the intro to the next program drifted down the hallway. “Fireman Sam to the rek-scue!” the little girl blurted out happily as she started to rush out. But she was still holding onto the lever.

Vivien cried out, “NO!” as Winston hollered, “Honey, don’t pull that!” A moment later the blade whooshed down, bottoming out with a loud thump. Vivien’s head wordlessly dropped into the wicker basket as Jenny rushed out the door.

Winston stood there stunned for a long moment. Then he closed and locked the door, watching in horror as Vivien’s legs came up and down. Her body jerked around on the bascule as blood flowed out of her severed neck.

He rushed forward and pulled her head out of the wicker basket as his cock went off, staining his trousers. He examined the stump as though idly wondering if he could somehow glue it back on. But he knew there was no way in hell of rejoining his wife’s head to the rest of her sexy body. The damage had been done; it was an accidental beheading. There was no way in hell Fireman Sam was going to “come to the rekscue” on this one.

He looked at her flickering eyes and quivering lips as he shook his head. “Bloody hell!” he gasped, dimly aware of the growing stain in his crotch. “I can’t believe… it was an accident… it shouldn’t have… oh bloody hell!”

He gave her lips a kiss. Her eyes flickered once more. Then her expression sagged in death.

Seeing her head drop… then the way her body started to jerk around as her legs kicked up a little. It had been incredibly arousing. He had no idea he was capable of cumming so hard at the sight of his dear wife losing her head like that.

He was sorely tempted to pull his trousers down and fuck her mouth. But he didn’t want Jenny to interrupt, even though the door was locked. He figured his wife would be willing, but it just felt a little too degrading.

He thought about little Jenny and how he would explain this to her. It made him think of Jenny’s aunt Dorothy, Vivien’s sister. Maybe she could be coaxed into helping him raise the child. Then he wondered if she could be talked into climbing onto their guillotine to take a ride of her own.

Maybe little Jenny could be sent away to her grandparents for the weekend. Then he and Dorothy could have some fun on the guillotine. And if she accidentally lost her head? Winston decided if that happened he would definitely not hesitate to fuck her skull.

(written for Dorothy Feb 14 ’18 by riwa)

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May 15, 2018 Update 3 (2)

Posted on May 15, 2018 by riwa

Wednesday morning May 2 I got in my explorer and hauled a load of yard sale items up to see my mom who lives 670 miles away. That required 3 gas fill-ups in order to get there. But I hadn’t seen mom in a couple of years so I was overdue for a trip up there. I made a whole $1.25 during the yard sale, but mom bought a book I’d hauled up, so that was another $1 to go toward my addiction to Mountain Dew.

Her health is not the best, so it did her good to have me come up there. She is a smoker and I am not, so the odor of stale smoke in her house was hard on me and my throat. But I was able to sleep in her bedroom as it was pretty decent in there, and I was glad I could be on the premises with her. Normally I get a motel room, but I was able to handle sleeping the night there. It meant a lot to the both of us for me to be able to stay there.

I drove the 670 miles up in one day, and I drove the same distance back a few days later. So I know what it’s like being on the road for long distances, especially for any of you who drive truck for a living. Thankfully it didn’t seem to bother my back too much. It was good to get away and see the sights and sounds, and I did get in a little sight-seeing. I even saw a deer along the side of the road. And mom’s got a rabbit hanging around her place, and I got to see him (or her) as well.

This month I had to pay my CPA. I had taxes this year (for selling stories) and I needed the CPA to make sure all my ducks were in a row with other investments I have that are steadily dwindling. So that bill came due. April and May are always tough months for extra expenses. But I’m preaching to the choir as you all had a lot of bills come due these last couple of months, right?

This month is the one year anniversary of the passing of my ex-wife. That has been on my mind a little. And with getting ready to haul stuff up to see mom, you can imagine the last few weeks have been more than a little stressful. That is why I appreciate you being here. You give me an outlet to share my stories so I can keep on writing.

So thanks again for stopping by. It really does mean a lot to me.

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My summer with Stan (male themes) 0 (0)

Posted on May 12, 2018 by riwa

I don’t remember what started my enthusiasm for watching women holding their breath. It’s always triggered an intense arousal. Seeing them hitching, struggling and bubbling is a real turn-on. But I never would have imagined my additional underwater fetish until I stayed with a friend over the summer.

He was living with his older brother and sister. Their parents had passed on, but had left enough life insurance to pay for the house. It was a nice place that had a hot tub on the patio in the back yard.

Stan was my friend growing up in high school. We did a lot of things together. But he didn’t know about my fetish, and I never told him about it.

I liked his house because of the hot tub they had. I got to use it whenever I wanted. And I used it a lot, especially when I wanted to hold my breath while stroking underwater.

I was only there about a week before I discovered his brother Glenn and sister Frieda using the hot tub almost as much as I did. Sometimes all four of us used it at the same time. And sometimes it was just Glenn and Frieda as Stan didn’t care about it as much. But it was the way they used it that got me excited.

The basement below opens out onto the backyard. I was sleeping on the lower floor in one of the guest bedrooms. So there were times when I snuck out to use the hot tub at night.

One day Stan and I were out driving around in my Chevy. After we got something to eat we came back home. We planned on spending some time in his room talking and watching TV.

As we went by the kitchen, I happened to glance outside. The kitchen is on the main floor. I always like to look outside to see the hot tub in case someone might be in it.

This time when I looked out I saw Glenn and Frieda out using the hot tub. But they weren’t just sitting in it. Glenn had pushed his sister to the bottom of the tub.

He was forcing her down so she couldn’t come up. I saw a lot of bubbles erupting up at the surface. My cock stirred at the sight, and I paused to watch.

He let her up and she came up gasping for breath. Then he pushed her right back down. He forced her to the bottom where she released more bubbles.

It was the first time I’d ever seen anyone in Stan’s family dunking anybody. Needless to say I found the sight extremely arousing. Then Stan came back to ask what was taking so long. So I got my glass of water and followed him down to his bedroom.

I couldn’t get the sight of Glenn dunking his sister out of my mind. It took a while for the erection in my pants to subside. I was glad Stan didn’t seem to notice.

My ongoing education about Stan’s family was furthered a couple days later. It was after midnight and I couldn’t sleep. I was tempted to go out and sneak in a late night skinny-dip and masturbation session in their hot tub.

I went to the bathroom and got me a towel. Then I headed for the door. It was dark out and I planned on leaving the lights off so I wouldn’t wake anybody up to see what I was doing.

I’d just reached the glass door when I looked outside and saw someone else had gotten the same idea. I saw a set of legs over the edge of the hot tub, making it look like someone was holding their breath. Then I saw a hand stroking a cock.

Bubbles were coming up, indicating someone was submerged and masturbating just like I’d planned on doing. I saw right away it was Stan’s older brother Glenn. He was holding his breath and stroking while his legs hung over the edge of the hot tub. Instantly I had an erection.

I watched as he bubbled while stroking himself. He was struggling as though he wanted to stay down until he had his release. Then he came up to the surface, floating flat on his back.

He gasped loudly for breath. Then he went back down. He furiously jerked his meat as the bubbles came up.

I watched in awe, for some reason my cock hard and throbbing. He really stroked himself as the bubbles came up. There was a sudden eruption of air as he stroked harder. Then he slipped into the hot tub.

He came up gasping for breath. Then he just sat there panting. I got so turned on that I rushed back to my room and jerked a cum out of myself.

I couldn’t believe it! Stan’s brother had actually jerked his meat while he was holding his breath! Did he have the same underwater fetish I did?

I still couldn’t sleep so I waited until he came inside. Then I snuck out for a dip of my own. I was horny again as I climbed naked into the hot tub.

I took a deep breath and then went to the bottom where I sat on my ass. I thought of Glenn’s masturbation session as I bubbled while stroking myself. Sure enough, I enjoyed a second cum. It was enough to get me out of the hot tub, dry off, and get back inside the house before someone caught me out there.

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get that image of him submerged and stroking out of my head. A couple days later the three of us were out soaking in the hot tub while Stan was in watching TV. But I was so hard imagining him holding his breath that when I couldn’t sufficiently cover my erection I made an excuse, got out of the water and went back inside to join Stan.

It was about a week later I caught Glenn dunking his sister again. It was after midnight; I think they’d snuck out. I’d gone up to get a snack in the kitchen since my stomach was rumbling. That’s when I looked outside and saw them.

They were both naked in the water. It looked like Frieda’s arms were cuffed behind her back. She was face down and bubbling while Glen made sure she couldn’t get up.

Once again my cock got hard. I was amazed they were out there naked in the hot tub. And I was equally amazed she was letting him keep her submerged like that. Did she have the same fetish too?

I ate my cookies, drank my juice, and then high-tailed it back downstairs. I peeked outside to see they were still going at it. I watched for as long as I dared before I went back to my bedroom and masturbated.

I couldn’t believe it! Glenn liked to dunk his older sister. And apparently he did it more than once. She must have enjoyed it if she allowed him to dunk her like that.

After that night my imagination started running wild on me. I had to be careful about what I was thinking because sometimes I would get hard thinking about Glenn dunking his sister. Other times it would be me remembering that night I saw him masturbating with his legs over the edge of the hot tub.

From then on I spent more late nights sneaking out to the hot tub to masturbate. Now and then I would get stopped when I saw Glenn or Frieda out there. Whenever they were alone in the water it looked like they were naked and were getting themselves off by masturbating underwater.

One night the three of us spent some time out in the hot tub together talking about our travels. Glenn and Frieda brought up a family trip they’d taken. That night they said they spent some time together in the motel pool dunking each other.

It wasn’t long before I started getting that familiar stiffening. I faked a yawn as I told them I was getting sleepy. I got out and managed to get back into the house without them seeing my erection.

I waited until they came back into the house. Everything settled down as the house got quiet. Then I decided another skinny-dip and stroke in the hot tub would do me good.

I had to pee, so I got up and went to the bathroom. The door was ajar which wasn’t that unusual. I just walked right in and closed it behind me.

Imagine my surprise when I turned and saw Glenn naked face down in a tub full of water. It was clear he was stroking himself because the water was choppy. He grunted and gurgled as the bubbles came up.

I had no idea he was in there. In my excitement I must’ve missed hearing him fill the tub. I was so shocked I just stood there with a massive erection in my briefs.

He came up out of the water in a kneeling position, gasping for breath. Immediately he turned and caught me standing there watching him. I was so busted, and I started trembling like a leaf.

Strangely he didn’t seem angry. If anything he was a little sheepish at having gotten caught. Then he got out of the water, revealing his erection.

I didn’t know what he was going to do to me. I just stood there naked, my damned cock stiffening visibly. There was no way he hadn’t seen it.

He looked at me and smiled. Then he asked, “Jeff, did you like what you saw?”

I couldn’t very well say no, not with my erection sticking out like that. And I couldn’t get it to go down! I was ashamed and embarrassed.

“Y-yes,” I stammered.

He walked right past me to the door and locked it. Then he smiled at me as walked back to the tub. He climbed in and got on his knees as he started breathing deeply.

“Jeff, would you like to hold me down until I cum?” I nodded numbly as my cock twitched. I couldn’t believe he’d just said that!

He waved me over to the tub. Then he took a last deep breath. He submerged and released a couple of bubbles as he went face down into the water.

I was trembling as I pushed him down. I couldn’t believe it! You have no idea how hard I was. I nearly came right then and there. But I told myself to wait until he came first.

He was a pretty good breath-holder as he jerked himself. He grunted as more bubbles came up. I was aroused like you wouldn’t believe.

He went past a minute, and still he kept stroking. I pushed down with one hand while touching myself with the other. More bubbles came up.

After about the second minute he started struggling a little. More bubbles came up as he jerked harder. That’s when I got even more aroused seeing him wriggle and squirm.

I pushed down with both hands as he really jerked himself off. Then he grunted and bubbled as he started shooting ropes of cum into the water. My cock was so hard it was dripping.

He’d told me to keep him down until he came. But he hadn’t told me what to do after that. For some reason I just kept pushing him down.

He started struggling as though he really wanted up. More bubbles came up as the water sloshed all around in the tub. That’s when my cock went off, shooting load after load into the tub on top of him.

I finally let him up. He burst up coughing and sputtering like crazy. I thought he was going to be mad at me, but he wasn’t.

“That was great, Jeff. Did you cum?” I nodded numbly, afraid I might be in trouble.

“Great. We’ll just keep this as our little secret, ok?” When I nodded again he got out of the water, went over and unlocked the door.

I went back to my room, horny and embarrassed. The memory was so strong that I had to masturbate again. Then my body reminded me I really had to pee. Thankfully the bathroom was empty when I tried again.

-The next day I had a hard time getting that image out of my head of Glenn in the tub with me pushing him down. It felt like I had a partial erection all day long. I was finally able to put it out of my mind.

That evening after supper Glenn invited us all out to the hot tub. He gave me a knowing look when he said it. Would you believe I started to get hard again?

Stan wanted to watch TV. But Frieda and I said we’d go out with him. A part of me was embarrassed, but I liked using the tub and was curious to see what might happen out there.

We sat and talked among the bubbling jets for a while. I sure was glad I’d worn a set of baggy trunks. Wearing them in that bubbling water helped to hide my erection.

For some reason Frieda looked like she was hoping something might happen, although I don’t know what it was. Maybe she wanted to get dunked again. Glenn acted like he was clueless, not catching the looks she was giving him.

She finally got out of the hot tub, saying she had to call a friend. That left me and Glenn alone in the water. He smiled knowingly as my cock got really hard again in my trunks.

He gave me a look that made me nervous. Then he asked, “Did you like what happened in the bathroom last night, Jeff?” I stammered out an affirmative.

“Would you like to hold me down and make me hold my breath again?” My throat went dry as I nodded my head.

“Let’s make sure no one interrupts us,” he said. So we both angled ourselves so we could see the house. “Make sure I don’t come up for a while, Jeff.” Then he submerged right between my legs.

I put my legs down over his shoulders to help hold him down. The bubbles hid most of him from view. I wanted to see what was going on, so I reached over and turned them off.

The bubbles cleared to show him cupping his package. His cock had gotten hard and he was rubbing it through the fabric of his suit. That made me hard again.

I watched him grope and fondle himself as I kept him down using my legs. Bubbles came up as he started to struggle a little. I don’t know if it was for my benefit or because he was really running out of air.

I kept him down until he really started thrashing about. Then I let him up, alarmed I might have kept him down too long. He shot up gasping for breath before he looked at me and smiled.

“You like doing that to me; don’t you, Jeff.” I nodded again, my heart beating fast. He must have seen something in my expression because he waved dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy. I liked it too.”

He leaned closer and conspiratorially whispered, “Would you like to watch me masturbate again while you’re holding me down?” I gulped and nodded, my hard cock throbbing in my trunks.

“Hold me down and don’t let me up until I cum, buddy. Ok?”

I watched in breathless amazement as he pulled his trunks down off his legs, revealing a nice hard-on. He glanced over at the house to make sure no one was coming out. Then he took a deep breath and submerged.

I brought my legs over his shoulders again to hold him down. He reached down, grabbed his cock and started stroking. That’s when I reached into my trunks and grabbed mine.

I was horny as hell, and I couldn’t believe it! Glenn was making me hold him down again as he held his breath while stroking his meat. I was turned on like you wouldn’t believe!

I watched him stroke while cupping his balls as I jerked my cock. A few bubbles dribbled out past his lips. It was an incredible sight.

I don’t know why I was so turned on like I was. Maybe it was from seeing another guy enjoying holding his breath while stroking underwater. Maybe it was because I was holding him down and making him hold his breath.

He was down for quite a long time. More bubbles came up as he started stroking harder. I could tell he was running out of breath.

I jerked my cock as he began to struggle staying down. He really stroked himself as though he was anxious to get off while he was underwater. I could see his chest heaving, and it was a total turn-on.

For a moment he really started thrashing about. Then his cock went off, sending ropy streams into the hot tub. That’s when mine went off as well.

I kept my legs in place as I tried to squeeze every last drop out of my cock. I had creamed my trunks, but that was ok. I figured I could always throw them in their washer when I did my clothes.

Glenn really started to thrash about in the bottom of the tub. I finally let him go. He shot up gasping loudly for breath, really panting like crazy.

I thought he was going to be mad at me. He just smiled as he told me, “You really like doing that to me, don’t you, Jeff.” I nodded guiltily.

“It’s a good thing I like it too. Otherwise I might want to drown your ass.” Then he pulled up his trunks and got out of the hot tub. He dried himself off before heading into the house, leaving me all by myself.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was still trembling from all the excitement. So I got a big breath, slipped down into the bottom of the hot tub, pulled my trunks down and then stroked another cum out of my dick before calling it a night.

(Dec 8 ’17)

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Victor’s Guillotine 9 4.5 (17)

Posted on May 12, 2018 by riwa

(This one is also overdue. Sorry – riwa)

9

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Renard asked Kimberly Struthers.

She was the new girl Jeff Sampson was dating after he’d lost Rita from the last time we were down here at Victor’s guillotine. She was lying naked face down, her head locked into the lunette as she looked down at the wicker basket waiting to catch her head. Renard had his hand on the controls, ready to activate the timer.

“Remember,” Jeff reminded her as he knelt behind her. “You’ll be stuck in there for a five minute minimum.”

“Five minutes?” Then she looked at the timer sitting at 16:17. “I don’t know. I’ll p-probably be ok; won’t I, Renard?”

“I hope so,” he said with an amused chuckle as he started the timer.

“You HOPE SO?? WAIT! DON’T – oh bloody hell!”

Bettie Farrish, wife of Clark Farrish and the one who had just ridden the bloody thing right after my turn, stood there with me. We watched as Jeff knelt and started to eat Kimberly out. She moaned and whimpered as she watched the timer.

“Renard, can I ch-change my mind?”

“It’s a little late for that now, Kimberly.”

“Don’t worry, hun,” a naked Sybil Wylie enthused as she stood next to her husband Ken. “I’m sure you’ll be just as good on my plate as Rita was.”

“It’s not nice to tease her, Sybil,” Renard chided with a mischievous grin.

“It’s no fun unless we get to tease a little.”

“Ungh… mmm… oh fuck… Jeff, maybe we’d better… unnhhh.”

“He’s really licking her out,” Bettie murmured as she nudged me. “Damn, that’s hot!” Then she looked at me as she asked, “Is it possible? Could the blade come down right now even though we’re barely into hour number one?” I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Technically anything’s possible,” Renard said to us upon overhearing her question. Kimberly heard us and blurted out, “Bloody hell!” Her eyes were on the timer the whole time.

Jeff got her all worked up before he finally slid his cock into her. She gasped as it filled her. “Oh my… oh FUCK… oh my fucking… BLOODY HELL!”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Bettie murmured to me in hushed tones. “But I think I might be willing to ride the bloody thing all over again.”

“This side of the one hour mark… or the other?”

“This side, Julie. Oh wait… I don’t… maybe… hell, I don’t know.”

“Neither do I,” I confided. “It’s so bloody addicting, isn’t it?”

“It bloody well is!”

Jeff thrust nice and slow, allowing Kimberly to savor every thrust. She kept whimpering and blubbering, wondering if they could make it stop… and then acting like she didn’t know what the hell she wanted. Sybil just laughed.

“She’s hooked too; eh, Ken?” she told her husband with a wink and a nudge. “They all get hooked once they ride it for the very first time. Look at poor Julie standing over there. She looks like she’s ready go again; right, hun?” She and her husband laughed as I felt a flush of embarrassment at the truth of her words.

“Oh gawd, Jeff! I never thought our first fuck together would be, uh… wait… how much longer do I have? Oh fuck! I think I want… no, I’ll be ok… no wait, I want… FUCK!”

He started to thrust harder as the timer went past 20:00. She only had another minute plus before Renard would be able to stop it. That’s when I wondered if Renard could stop it anytime he wanted or if that five minute minimum really had been plugged into their random program.

Jeff playfully smacked Kimberly’s ass a couple of times, causing her to wince and moan. I could see a mixture of alarm and bliss on her face. She looked like she really didn’t know what the hell to do.

The timer passed 21:20, indicating she could now be released if she wanted out. But Jeff kept right on thrusting into her pussy. Kimberly whimpered and moaned as though she was getting the fuck of her life.

“What if the blade falls?” Bettie asked in hushed tones. “I mean… just after he lost Rita last time? Wouldn’t that be a little…?”

“Then I hope she’s good eating,” I replied with an amused chuckle, although I was wondering the exact same thing. That would be crazy losing two girls back to back in Victor’s guillotine.

Kimberly gave us a dirty look as we watched from the front. “You bitches aren’t helping… oh bloody hell, Jeff! Is it… are we past the…?”

“You’re past five minutes,” Renard assured her. “I can shut it down any time now. But it looks like Jeff is enjoying himself, although I think you’re enjoying it too.”

“Bloody hell! Being fucked like this right here in front of everybody… with my neck on the line?? I didn’t think… I never thought… oh my gawd… OHMYGAWD!”

She suddenly let out a cry of bliss as she shuddered hard. It looked like she soaked Jeff with her fluids. It was amusing as hell. But it was also incredibly arousing watching her cum like that.

She came down off her high, panting heavily for breath. “Ok, Jeff,” she gasped. “That’s good. I think… I’m done now.” In response he started thrusting harder.

“Jeff? What are you doing?? I said I’m done!” But he just kept right on fucking her.

“Looks like your ride is going to last a little longer,” Bettie snickered at her. “You might as well enjoy yourself,” I added with a twinkle in my eye. “Fuck that sexy bitch!” Sybil declared with a joyous whoop.

We all watched as the timer went past 24:00 and kept right on going. Kimberly was growing more than a little alarmed. “Jeff? Darling?? Don’t you think you should, uh… get me out of h-here?”

“I think it’s his turn to cum now, Kimberly,” Sybil told her with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, hun. It shouldn’t take too much longer… I think.”

“Jeff?? JEFF??? BLOODY HELL, LOVE!”

He really started thrusting as the timer went past 25:30. Kimberly cried out again as she stared at the digits on the wall monitor. “NO; WAIT! I DON’T WANT TO LOSE MY HEAD!” Then she was screaming… cumming all over again.

At that moment Jeff thrust hard into her pussy. He let out an orgasmic cry, joining hers. “Fuck, that’s hot!” Sybil gasped aloud as she furiously fingered herself.

I was squeezing my thighs together when I caught sight of Renard smiling at me. I blushed when I realized he’d seen my reaction. But I couldn’t help myself as it was arousing as hell to watch.

Next to me I heard Bettie pant, “Bloody hell; that’s incredible!” Her husband Clark had this appreciative smile on his face. Then Kimberly went limp, trying to catch her breath.

Jeff panted heavily as he nodded at Renard. I saw him shut the timer off at 26:47. Then he looked at me as though wanting to see how it had affected me. I was all out of breath, standing there fanning myself.

Kimberly panted like crazy. She looked all woozy as Renard removed the lunette before unstrapping her. Jeff slowly pulled out of her pussy before helping her sit upright. His crotch looked soaked.

“So how was it, love?” Sybil asked, a look of rapture on her face. She appeared to have enjoyed watching Jeff’s new girl get fucked while riding the guillotine.

“It was… it was…” But Kimberly couldn’t seem to find the words. Then she looked at Bettie before gasping, “Was yours just as intense?” Bettie just smiled and nodded.

Kimberly remained sitting there on the bench for a couple of minutes, trying to catch her breath. Jeff stood right next to her, making sure she was all right. She gave him a dirty look over what he’d just put her through in front of the rest of us. Then she saw how she’d soaked him.

“Did I do that?” she whispered, motioning at his crotch as she turned red. He just waved it off, telling her all that mattered was how hard she’d cum and whether or not she’d enjoyed the experience. “It was bloody intense!” she panted as he helped her to her feet.

Renard didn’t have to ask who was going next. Sybil sat right down on the bench the moment Kimberly stood up. Hell, she actually sat right on top of those messy fluids as though she didn’t care. She looked a little high… like she was on drugs or something and wanted more.

She wiped a couple fingers in the fluids, scooping some up. She smiled as she put them into her mouth for a taste. Then she grinned up at Jeff and Kimberly who were now trying to figure out how to dry themselves from the mess they’d made.

“Delicious,” she chuckled. “That’s the cum of a sexy bitch who’s just taken an erotic ride on the guillotine.”

“I’ll go fetch a couple towels from upstairs,” Renard told them with a smile. “I’ll be right back.” And with that he headed for the stairwell.

“That was so sexy,” Sybil told Kimberly. “I’m not ashamed to say I orgasmed watching you ride the guillotine while being fucked.” Then she grinned at Bettie and I as she added, “You two were just as hot. Now you know why Ken and I keep coming back. Bloody hell; now I want a turn!”

Bettie blushed at her words. I smiled bashfully. Kimberly looked like she was still a little out of it, although she seemed to be ok on her feet.

“Careful you don’t end up serving as dinner, Sybil.”

“That’s what makes riding it so hot, Clark… the threat of losing one’s head while being fucked. It makes the orgasms so much more intense. Besides, if it happens to me then Ken’s going to find out just how hard my cunt can squeeze with his dick inside.”

Sybil smiled at all of us as her husband undressed. Then she gestured at him as she told everyone, “Now let a couple of pros show you how it’s done. If I lose my head I hope I’m good eating… and that one of you gents has the nerve to enjoy fucking my skull. I think that would be so fucking hot.”

She surprised me by lying flat on her back instead of face down. That meant she wouldn’t be able to watch the timer. It also meant she would be looking right up at the blade the entire time.

I shivered at her audacity, willing to look up at what could very well be the instrument of her death hanging above her. She worked herself along the bench until her head passed through the opening. Then she gasped when she looked up and saw the blade dangling there above her.

“Bloody hell. Seeing it like that really gets me going!”

Her husband was just starting to strap her down when Renard returned with some towels. He tossed a couple to Jeff and Kimberly who thanked him before drying themselves off. Then he tossed the rest into a pile in the corner.

“Going to ride it face up; eh, Sybil?”

“Damn right I am, Renard! I’m going to show these sexy bitches what it’s like to really get off!”

“Oh Sybil.” He chuckled as he shook his head.

Bettie and I looked at each other in astonishment. It was one thing to ride face down, seeing where your head might land while being able to watch the timer. It was something entirely different staring up at the blade the whole time without knowing how much longer you had to ride the bloody thing.

Renard brought the lunette down onto her neck, securing it in place. “Medium rare,” she told him with a knowing smile. “Ken likes his meat medium rare. If something happens to me, make sure you have Victor cook his piece of meat that way.”

The guys all laughed as us ladies chuckled nervously. Sybil was certainly being carefree about the whole thing. But I could see in her eyes it was already starting to affect her.

“Anytime you’re ready,” she told Renard. “No use worrying about it, right? If it falls, it falls.”

He chuckled as he activated the timer. Sybil let out a little gasp when he did that. Then Ken knelt between her legs and started eating her pussy.

I must say, he certainly had better access than Jeff did licking out Kimberly while she was lying face down. Ken went right to work on her wet slit and that swollen nub of hers. It was absolutely incredible.

She gasped and moaned, looking up at that blade the entire time. It must have been one hell of a thrill. I think I would have been too frightened to look up at the blade like that.

About that time Dorothy came downstairs with her friend Richard from the states. “We’re just in time, love,” she told him with a squeeze of his arm. “It looks like the ladies are riding the guillotine. Hell, the timer’s already up to 28:00.”

“Come on in and join the fun,” Renard told them both with a welcoming wave. “Everyone else has already had a turn, love. You can go next if you want a ride.”

“Is that Dorothy I hear?” Sybil panted as Ken kept working on her pussy.

“Take your time, love,” she waved dismissively at Sybil. “I’m just showing Richard here how it works.” Then she gasped as she added, “Bloody hell; that looks hot!”

“Will you… oh gawd; that feels good, Ken… Dorothy, will you… will you be riding it next? Oh fuck!”

I looked questioningly at Dorothy. I thought I saw indecision in her expression. “Well I, uh… I hadn’t really, uh… planned on it, love, since James isn’t here with me. But I, uh…”

She didn’t fool me; I could see it in her eyes. She was already giving it some consideration. Seeing Sybil getting licked out like that while lying in the guillotine appeared to be making her breathless.

I saw her look at her friend from the states as though sizing him up. Maybe she was wondering if he might be up for a little guillotine fuck. Would he be willing?

Of course it would be easy enough for her to climb aboard and ride it for five or ten minutes without anyone fucking her. But what was the fun in that? Getting a good shagging really added to the experience.

The timer reached 31:00… and still Ken was licking out his wife. He had her writhing and moaning like crazy. Hell, he was going to make her cum without even sticking his dick inside her!

It was around 32:15 when she went off, crying out as her head twisted from side to side. Ken plunged his tongue deep inside her for a few moments. Then she came down off her high, panting like crazy.

It was erotic as hell. I heard Bettie panting for breath right next to me. I almost squeezed my thighs together again. Everyone else was watching enthusiastically.

Ken rose up and thrust his dick inside his wife without missing a beat. “Oh FUCK!” Sybil gasped. Then he really started giving it to her.

I looked over at Dorothy and saw a telling look in her expression. I strongly suspected she wanted to have a turn. I also suspected she wanted to be fucked while riding the bloody thing.

Sybil looked up at the blade as she panted like crazy. Ken was really giving it to her good. She panted for breath as the timer blew right on by 35:00. What the hell??

Ken reached down and squeezed her boobs. Sybil panted wildly for breath. Then I swear she went off again, shuddering hard. It took everything I had not to orgasm right along with her.

She came down from her high, only for Ken to pick up the pace. She winced as she blurted out… “Fuck… fuck… FUCK ME!” I couldn’t believe it!

Did her husband really want to see her lose her head? Or were they just pushing their luck for the thrill of it? We were still within the first hour. But they’d passed the five minute mark a while ago. It was terribly erotic. But I also thought they were taking one hell of a chance.

Ken finally thrust hard into her pussy at about 37:25 as though he was shooting his load inside her. Sybil popped off again… “OH FUCK!” She appeared to totally lose it until she came down off her high looking dazed and disoriented.

Shamefully I climaxed right along with her. Next to me Bettie was having a hard time catching her breath. Kimberly was all flushed with excitement, while Dorothy looked like she wanted to be next.

Ken thrust nice and slow for a little bit. Renard finally shut the bloody thing down at 38:30. It looked like it had been one hell of a ride.

Renard lifted the lunette off her neck as Ken removed the straps. They had to help Sybil sit upright. She really looked out of it.

“Bloody hell; where am I? That was… that was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard!” When Ken bent down to kiss her, she kissed him so hard I thought she was going to suck his tonsils out.

I looked at Dorothy and saw how agitated she’d become. She looked at her friend and then at the guillotine and then at her friend again. I could tell she was conflicted.

Sybil didn’t help matters any. She looked over at them before asking, “So how about it, Dorothy? Are you next? I can see in your eyes how badly you want to give it a go.”

Richard looked a little flustered. It must have been both exciting and embarrassing watching Sybil get fucked by her husband while riding the guillotine. But everybody else didn’t seem to think anything of it.

Dorothy turned toward him with a pleading look in her eyes. “Richard, I can’t help myself. I want to ride the guillotine next. I know James isn’t here and I probably shouldn’t ask. But would you… I mean… I’d really love for you to fuck me while I’m locked in.”

“What about your husband? I’m not sure I could, uh… you know.”

“You could always ride it without the fucking,” Renard suggested.

“But it’s better with a cock inside you, right, love?” Sybil was no help at all.

“Please, Richard? James will understand. I’m just a crazy, stroppy bitch who wants to go for a ride.”

“Go ahead, Richard,” Sybil urged. “You’ll never get another chance like this. Besides, we can all tell how turned on you are. A bitch like Dorothy deserves to be fucked while she’s strapped down with the blade hovering over her.”

“What about the program?” he asked. “I mean… what if… she said something about it being random?”

“We’re still in the first hour,” Jeff assured him. “Sure, the blade could come down at any time. But it’s usually been coming down sometime during the second hour.”

“Are you sure you want to ride it, love?” He sounded reluctant.

“Please!” the crazy bitch begged. I could see in her eyes how badly she wanted to go for a ride with his cock inside her.

He looked around at all of us as though seeking confirmation. But none of us cared about his concerns over shagging another man’s wife. I guess we all wanted to see him fuck Dorothy in the guillotine.

Renard told him it would be ok. Ken and Jeff both urged him to go for it. Maybe it was peer pressure that finally made him start to take his clothes off.

Dorothy was over the moon as she started to undress. “This is going to be so hot!” Sybil gasped with delight. She was really looking forward to seeing another fucking in the guillotine.

I heard Dorothy ask him if he’d be willing to lick her out first before fucking her. He told her he’d gladly do it just for her. That’s when she told Renard she wanted to lie flat on her back just like Sybil had done.

I was getting all turned on again. This whole damned thing was crazy. But it was sexy as hell watching Dorothy stretch out on the bench with her boobs hanging out like that.

Renard brought the lunette down onto her neck as Ken and Jeff helped strap her down. “You should fuck her mouth first,” Sybil suggested when Richard was naked. His cock was semi hard, indicating he had to have been at least a little turned on by what was going on.

Sybil grabbed him and brought him around to the front of the guillotine. Dorothy tipped her head back and licked her lips. When Sybil helped him push his cock into her mouth I saw Renard activate the controls.

Richard fucked her mouth for about a good two minutes. Then he self-consciously went around, knelt between her legs and began licking her out as though not wanting to keep her there too long. It was incredible watching my friend getting eaten out while lying there naked in that guillotine.

She gasped and moaned; it was erotic as hell. Sybil kept gasping, “Fuck; that’s hot!” Dorothy moaned and whimpered; it look like his tongue was really making her squirm.

Maybe he was hesitant about licking and fucking another man’s wife. But he certainly threw himself into pleasing her. I wasn’t sure how often James ate Dorothy out. But she sure loved what Richard was doing to her…

“Oh fuck… bloody hell… that feels… oh, Richard, it feels heavenly!”

He redoubled his efforts, perhaps because he’d seen what Ken had done to his wife Sybil while she was lying in the guillotine. After all, they’d taken all the time they’d needed to pleasure each other. He worked Dorothy’s pussy with his tongue until she finally screamed his name in orgasm.

She came down from her orgasmic high panting like crazy. By then my knickers were soaked from the excitement of it all. It hadn’t occurred to me to bring an extra change of underwear.

“Now fuck me, Richard!” Dorothy begged. “Give me a good shafting! It’s ok; I promise James will understand. I’m just a crazy, stroppy bitch who deserves to lose her head!”

That must have satisfied him because he got up and shoved his erect cock into her snatch. She gasped with delight as he filled her. Then he started thrusting in and out.

I could see in her eyes what kind of ride she was having. She was looking up at the blade, unable to see what the timer was doing. She writhed, whimpered and moaned while begging him for more…

“Oh fuck… bloody hell… fuck me, Richard… just like that!”

“Fuck that sexy bitch!” Sybil urged. “Let’s see if she loses her head! Give it to her good, Richard!”

Some of us started cheering him on, wanting him to know it was all right to enjoy fucking her. It seemed to make him feel better because he fucked her harder. Dorothy went crazy while that blade ominously dangled from above threatening to separate her head from her shoulders. I’m sure part of her euphoria was from the added naughtiness of being fucked in the guillotine by a man not her husband.

I didn’t pay any attention to the timer. I was too busy watching Dorothy’s reaction. And Richard looked like he was really getting into it, especially the way it looked like her pussy was milking his dick.

He reached down and squeezed her breasts until Dorothy started to stiffen…. “Fuck… I think I’m going to… bloody hell!” Instinctively I brought my thighs together as Bettie panted for breath right next to me. Sybil was still naked and was furiously fingering herself…………..

WHOOSH-THUNK!

It happened so fast it caught us all by surprise. Kimberly and Bettie screamed as a couple of the guys cried out. Sybil was howling like a banshee. I jerked with a start… and then orgasmed in my knickers.

Dorothy’s head was gone; it had simply dropped away into the wicker basket. Blood was spurting out of her severed neck. I couldn’t fucking believe it!

Her body started bucking and jerking on the bench. Thankfully it was strapped down. Richard had a look of shock in his eyes. Renard looked as though he’d tried to reach for the controls well after the fact when it was already much too late.

“Bloody hell!” Sybil gasped as we all stood frozen in place. She was the only one who went into action. She quickly came to the front of the guillotine, reached down and then pulled Dorothy’s head out by a handful of hair.

I couldn’t believe it when she brought it over to Richard, blood dripping out of the severed stump. She pulled his dick out of Dorothy’s twitching corpse. Then she actually impaled the severed head mouth first onto his dripping shaft, giving him one last blowjob.

Richard just stood there in shock, some of his cream spilling off her lips. Sybil excitedly held Dorothy’s head in her hands as she fucked his cock with it. Then she pulled the head up and looked into her face.

“Did you feel that, love? Did you feel his cock in your mouth? That was absolutely incredible! I came so fucking hard!”

I thought I saw her eyes flutter as her lips twitched. Then her expression sagged tiredly. A moment later Sybil kissed her, getting a little cum on her lips which she licked right off with a smile of satisfaction.

Richard looked shocked; I think he was starting to faint. Ken and Jeff caught him and held him upright. Clark and Renard looked astonished the blade had fallen so soon.

Bettie and I stood there stunned as we stared at Dorothy’s twitching corpse. Blood was still pumping out of her severed neck. Then I had the presence of mind to check the timer. It read 48:13.

(Mar 7 ’18)

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