Terrie and Maxine – door hang 4.3 (35)

Posted on May 30, 2024 by riwa

I told Maxine I’d be late. But I didn’t know how desperate she was for sex with a shemale like me. She must have wanted that orgasm real bad.

Imagine my shock at what I found when I arrived. I found Maxine already strung up against her door. She had a rope around her neck, and she was looking up with a vacant expression in her eyes.

Her arms hung limp at her sides. Her panties had been partially pulled down her legs. One of her vibrating toys was lying on the floor nearby.

I walked up to her, certain she was gone. Then her arm twitched. I grabbed her and lifted her up so the rope wasn’t cutting into her neck quite so much.

A little bit of color returned. She blinked as she rasped for breath. I told her, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”

She tried to speak, but could only mouth a few words. I curiously looked down at her toy. Smiling inwardly, I reached down to finger her. She was wet as hell.

I was angry with her for being so stupid. I was also incredibly aroused, my clitty stiff and straining in my skirt. Who was I to stop her crazy game??

I angrily told her, “So you want to kill yourself, eh? Well go right ahead! Don’t let me stop you!”

I let go of her, returning the strain of the rope to her throat. The redness in her face returned. That’s when she started rasping for breath.

She reached up to loosen the rope around her neck. Then she reached down and touched her wet crotch. She finally sagged until her arms hung loosely at her sides.

She hitched as her eyes rolled. It looked like she was cumming hanging limp like that. I just shook my head as I told her, “All this for an orgasm??”

I picked up her silver vibrating toy from off the floor. Then I wrapped an arm around her. I lifted her back up, loosening the rope from around her neck.

The color started returning to her face. She rasped for breath as she tried to cough. “Oh, no,” I told her. “You want to strangle as you get off? That’s fine with me. Besides, I’m more than a little turned on watching you strangle yourself.”

I pushed the toy deep inside her. Then I eased her back down until I was no longer supporting her weight. Once more the rope took up her full weight.

She started rasping again as she hitched and shuddered. I saw her writhing as though she was trying to fuck the toy in her cunt. She went into little spasms, humping with her waist until it looked like she was cumming again.

The toy squirted out of her snatch, right along with some of her fluids. She hung limp again, twitching and shuddering. Her face had returned to that dark red color.

I probably should have stopped her. But I was incredibly aroused. Besides, it would be so easy to tell the cops how I stumbled across her like this.

I groped her breasts, pinching and fondling her nipples. She twitched and jerked as I molested her. Then I thrust my fingers inside, noting the way she clenched around them.

I lifted her up again, working at loosening the rope from around her neck. The dark red in her features began to fade. Her color returned as she rasped for breath.

“So you really want to strangle yourself to death, eh? Ok, Maxine. Let’s go right ahead and see what that looks like.” Then I eased her back down until once more the rope took up her full weight.

She went into spasms as I pulled her panties all the way off. Then I reached over for her toy. I slid it in and out of her cunt, smiling wickedly at her as I purred, “You like that?”

Her pussy clenched as she rasped and shuddered. I could tell she was experiencing yet another orgasm. Did she really want to risk death just for each and every breathless climax? Or had she planned on me being here to spot her so it wouldn’t be quite so risky on her part?

I shook my head as I told her, “You just keep cumming, don’t you? Is it the asphyxia that’s making you so incredibly horny?” By now my “clitty” was hard and throbbing.

I left the toy inside her as I lifted her back up. Once more I loosened the rope from around her neck. She began to rasp for breath as her color returned.

Her arms came up as though she wanted to remove the rope from around her neck. I shook my head as I told her, “Oh no, you don’t.” Then I lowered her back down until the rope bit into her throat again.

Her fingers came up to claw at the coil around her neck as her eyes began to roll. Then she started humping and bucking. She clenched until that damned toy squirted out of her cunt again.

I checked her arrangement with the rope hooked into the door. Then I quickly undressed. I opened the door and caught her as she started to slump.

The color returned to her face again as we both went to the floor. I sat up and helped her straddle me as I impaled her upon my erection. She started coming around as she began breathing again. But I made sure the rope stayed around her throat.

Understanding filled her features. I smiled as I told her, “Oh, no. You wanted to cum as you strangled to death, remember? If you’re going to get yourself off, you might as well get me off too while you’re at it. It’s the least you can do before you kill yourself.”

I pulled on the rope as it looped over the top of the door. Her eyes went wide as she reached up and clawed at it around her neck. Her cunt instinctively milked me as she began hitching and gurgling.

I reached out and groped her breasts with one hand, maintaining the tension in the rope with the other. She clawed at the rope a little more frantically. Then her right hand came down and settled in her crotch as she weakly tried to finger herself.

Her left arm finally dropped away from trying to loosen the rope from around her neck. She hitched and convulsed as she straddled me while riding my cock. She just kept clenching involuntarily around my hard, throbbing shaft until she started to orgasm again.

I shook my head in amazement as I smiled at her. “You just can’t seem to help yourself, can you?” Then I gave her some slack from the rope.

The redness in her face faded. She struggled to get her breath back. Instinctively she reached up for the rope around her throat.

“Oh no,” I told her, shaking my head. “This is your crazy fetish, remember?” Then I pulled hard on the rope.

Her eyes went wide as she rasped for breath. Fingers found the rope and tried to pull it away from her neck. Then she was riding my cock again like a woman possessed.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? Cock or toy, it makes no difference to me.” That’s when her arms dropped again as she instinctively rode me like a fuck-beast.

Her face had turned red again when I gave her some slack. The redness faded as she rasped once more for breath. She hitched and swayed as though she’d nearly passed out.

I pushed her off me onto the floor, the rope falling away off the top of the door. I got on top of her and slid my “clitty” deep inside her warm wetness. Then I started to thrust.

She became more fully aware as she tried to push me off. I shook my head… “Hunh-unh. You’re the one who wanted this, remember?” Then I wrapped my fingers around her neck and started to squeeze.

Her eyes widened as she tried to claw my hands away. She rasped for breath again as her face turned that nasty shade of red once more. Then her arms sort of fell away in resignation as if to say, “Go ahead. Fuck me as you choke me to death.”

Her cunt clenched instinctively until she milked a cum right out of me. I shot my load deep inside her. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard before passing out.

I figured the best thing to do was to put her back where I found her. She was just starting to come around when I propped her back up against the door with the rope back in place. Her eyes flashed in alarm as she shook her head.

I just smiled as I told her, “This is what you wanted, remember?” Then I let her go. Once more the rope took her full weight.

“Here’s your best pal right now,” I told her, thrusting her toy deep inside her. “Enjoy the orgasms as you strangle to death.”

She gawked as she started to shudder. The redness returned to her face. “Go ahead, Maxine. Finish yourself off. Cum as you strangle yourself to death. I sure won’t stop you.”

Once more her hands rose up to claw at the rope around her throat. She opened her mouth to breathe. I heard the faint sound of air trying to get through a constricted windpipe.

Her arms dropped and hung limp as though she’d become exhausted. I could tell she was humping the toy inside her. I saw the flush of color around her neck as she shuddered while climaxing all over again.

I smiled as I told her, “Feels good, does it? It’s what you wanted; am I right? Here, let me help you.”

Instead of gathering her up in my arms to relieve the strain around her throat, I grabbed the toy sticking out of her cunt. Then I fucked her really hard with it. She shuddered again as more fluid came squirting out.

“Go right ahead, Maxine. I won’t stop you. Go right ahead; cum and die for me.”

She went into spasms as her eyes rolled. She looked like she was humping and shuddering. More fluid came out. Then her bladder released.

She hung there limp, her body twitching. Her toy squeezed out of her cunt yet again. So I grabbed it and thrust it in hard.

Her body responded as though she could still feel it. I thought for sure she had died. There were twitches and shudders as though she was still cumming. Even in death it seemed as though she wanted to keep getting off by strangling herself.

She finally stopped responding altogether. She just hung against the door like I’d found her. I couldn’t tell whether her heart had finally given out or she’d strangled herself to death. At least she got a few good orgasms out of the deal. I know I certainly enjoyed myself.

2019 (written for Terrie Jul 2 ’19; ed. Dec 2 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the picture I included.)

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Find the Flag 4.1 (36)

Posted on May 25, 2024 by riwa

She watched him head for the bottom of the ocean. This time they were in deeper water. They’d just got done playing in 20 feet of water. Now it was forty feet deep.

She could just barely make him out down there on the bottom. He was obviously taking his time finding a hiding place. Would he tuck it under a rock? Or was he trying to bury it in the soil?

She checked her watch. He’d been underwater for three minutes now. Was he going to make it hard on her?

Last time she’d found the flag, she’d been rewarded by swallowing a load of his cream on the ocean floor. This time he promised to fuck her if she found it. She was eager to feel him deep inside her instead of blowing him again.

She watched him start back up. It didn’t look like the flag was in his hand. She would have to go down to find it once he surfaced.

She checked her watch again. Approaching four minutes. Damn; he could sure hold his breath! She would have to apply herself if she was going to match him.

He reached the ladder. But instead of surfacing to catch his breath, he hung onto the last rung. She stepped down and prepared for her descent.

He was wearing goggles. He said it gave him a little better vision. But he was making her go down without the same consideration. It would make her challenge to find the flag that much harder.

He finally burst up gasping for breath. She checked her watch. He’d been down for 4:39.

“Your turn,” he panted.

“I’ll bet you really hid it on me, didn’t you!”

“I guess you’ll just have to go down and find out, won’t you.”

“You deliberately stayed under longer, didn’t you!”

“You’ll have to hold your breath longer than 4:30 if you expect me to fuck you underwater.”

“I’ll find a way,” she replied with a seductive smile.

“I’m sure you will,” he replied with a knowing smirk.

She checked her watch before filling her lungs. Then she dove into the water. She pulled hard with her arms as she kicked her slender legs.

She pinched her nose to equalize halfway down. She could feel the pressure the deeper she went. What’s more, her blurry vision meant she was going to have quite the challenge just finding it. She hoped he knew where it was and would be able to track it down if she failed.

She made a steady swim until she reached the bottom. Rocks were scattered everywhere. And it was murky, making it hard to see. At least the color of the flag would stand out, so long as he hadn’t completely hidden it.

She carefully searched among the rocks. She looked to see if any looked disturbed. That would be an indication he’d lifted one up.

The flag was not visible. He hadn’t hidden it, had he? She didn’t want that difficult of a challenge… unless, of course, he wasn’t interested in fucking her while she was holding her breath.

She did a careful search. She figured he wanted to make it hard on her. But surely there would be some indicator as to where to find it. She checked her watch and could just barely read her time underwater thus far – 2:14.

She poked and probed. Was she in the right place? She bubbled as she moved her flowing hair out of her eyes.

She thought she could make out something red in the soil. She drove her hand in and grabbed onto something that felt like cloth. Then she pulled it upward…

Aha; gotcha… what the hell??

She definitely had the flag. But something now had her by the wrist. It dug into her flesh.

She tried pulling. Some of the soil worked loose. But her wrist was hung up by what looked like a lot of loose wire that made her think of fishing line.

She grunted and bubbled as she fought to free her wrist. But it was not coming loose. She shook her head, trying to shake the hair out of her eyes as she lost more bubbles.

She tried pulling individual strands of line free of her wrist. But she was really caught. She couldn’t figure out where it started and where it ended.

She pulled harder. More of the soil worked loose. But the line refused to give.

She jerked and grunted in alarm. Her wrist was not pulling free. What the hell had he gotten her into??

She checked her watch. Now she was over 3:15. She figured she had less than a minute before she needed to head back to the surface. Holding her breath longer than four minutes was often pushing it, although she’d wanted to beat his time. Now she just wanted free.

She grunted as she tried to pull her wrist free. She tried to follow the line to figure out how to work it loose. But there was much more of it than she’d anticipated.

She saw movement out of the corner of her eye. He had not waited for her to return. Thank gawd he’d joined her on the bottom!

She grunted as she motioned… “HELP ME! I’M STUCK!” But he did not move to intervene. She could see the huge bulge in his speedos.

She grunted as she jerked against her tethered arm. She tried to motion… “I’M STUCK! YOU’VE GOT TO HELP ME!”

In response, he pulled his speedos down and pulled out his erection. He stroked it as he drifted nearby and watched. WHAT THE HELL??

She checked her watch. It was approaching four minutes. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold her breath, especially since she could feel the panic rising up inside her.

She jerked hard against the line holding her to the bottom. He finally moved toward her. Thank gawd… but wasn’t he cutting it close??

To her shock, he did not try to free her wrist. Instead, he pulled her bottoms aside. Then he thrust into her from behind.

Her eyes flew open in shock. She let out a bubbly cry. Then she almost swallowed water.

She frantically covered her mouth with her free hand. He just reached around and pulled it away as he fucked her from behind. She shook her head and screamed her breath away. Then she gurgled as she inhaled deeply.

She coughed up bubbles as she went into seizures. She began hitching and gurgling as she kept inhaling huge mouthfuls of water until her lungs flooded. He continued to thrust deep inside her as she clenched involuntarily.

She gurgled as her struggles lessened. She was still conscious, and it hurt like hell. Then he let go of her wrist to grab both hips and really thrust hard.

She was conscious long enough to feel him empty himself deep inside her…

She was limp and lifeless when he took the flag out of her hand, careful not to get entwined in her problem. He groped her boobs through the material of her suit. Then he headed for the surface.

He popped up and gasped for breath. Then he climbed aboard. He pulled up anchor and started the motor before motoring away, wondering who else he could seduce into playing “Find the Flag” out here in the ocean depths.

6-5-21 Inspired by the picture I found on the Internet

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Temple dive 4.1 (24)

Posted on May 25, 2024 by riwa

Timeus did not fail to notice their destination. The two boats stopped at a familiar spot out in the harbor. Instinctively, he knew what lay below.

“This will be your final test,” Decimus told him. “You and Casia must swim down to Poseidon’s temple. There, you are to give him a gift.”

“You did not prepare me for this!” Timeus protested. “I have no gift. And I sincerely doubt Casia has one either.”

“Poseidon will instruct you both on which gift you must give,” Decimus replied confidently.

He warily eyed Casia getting ready in the women’s boat. He sensed she did not like him much. Of course, he did not much like her either.

They were the newest additions to the dive team. They had not been with the others for long. Thus, many of the underwater extracurricular activities that had taken place had seemed… a bit too much for them.

He started to don his goggles. Decimus removed them from his hand. “You will not need them. You must present yourself to Poseidon as the day you were born.”

Timeus shook his head. So many strange customs. And with the other divers always acting so uninhibited? He was not sure he could adapt so easily.

“How long?” he wanted to know.

“There is no set time,” Decimus told him. “It is to be decided by Poseidon himself. Thus, it will take as long as necessary.”

“Are we to remain on the bottom until we drown?”

“You will surface to breathe and then return to the temple as many times as necessary.”

Timeus nodded. The requirements were still quite vague. He would have preferred a more explicit set of instructions. But apparently he was not to receive any.

He entered the water naked. The others in his boat cheered him on. They told him it would be an experience he would never forget.

Casia swam over to him from the females’ boat. She had grown into a fine young woman. From what little he’d seen of her underwater, she was an adequate diver. But that was all he thought of her: nothing more than another female diver out to accomplish the task set before her.

“Shall we get this over with, Timeus?” she asked emotionlessly.

“Yes,” he replied coldly. “Let us be done with this quickly.”

Decimus laughed. “It may not be so quick as you think.” Casia just shook her head at him.

They swam away from the boats toward the position of the temple below them. There was no point in holding one’s breath any longer than necessary. Besides, they had been told to expect a depth of at least 30 meters.

“What is this to us?” Casia curiously asked her swimming companion at the surface. “What purpose will it serve?”

“I have no idea,” Timeus replied. “Decimus said it was important to spend some time in the underwater temple with Poseidon and give him some sort of gift.”

“What gift do we give to a statue?” she snorted contemptuously.

They reached a spot and tread water as they breathed deeply. “Will you be able to make the dive?” Timeus asked with some concern.

“Just make sure you do not drown yourself, Timeus. I will not haul your body back to the boats.” Clearly her opinion of him had not changed.

“Fine – fine.” If she continued to be capable, he would work with her to bring things up from the sea. But that would be the extent of their time together.

They filled their lungs with air. Then they jack-knifed downward. They pulled with their arms, kicking with their legs as they both pinched their noses to equalize the pressure.

It was a long way down, longer than either one had anticipated. Their first few dives had taken place in around 20 to 25 meters. But this was deeper than they had gone thus far. What was Decimus trying to do, get them both drowned?

They finally reached the bottom before looking inside beyond the pillars. That’s when they saw a statue. Was that the god Poseidon? Neither believed he resided in a statue.

Timeus felt a hand on his arm. Casia motioned upward. He nodded, and they headed back to the surface, following the bubbles they released.

Timeus frowned inwardly. He could not recall Casia ever touching him before. Of course, she was only trying to get his attention. Still…

They burst up gasping for breath. There was an awkward pause. Timeus decided to try to make conversation.

“I did not realize it was so deep.” Then he winced inwardly. Had he just intimated a weakness to Casia by admitting the dive had been lengthy and difficult? He probably should not have phrased it like that.

She replied, “I, too, found the depth more than I had anticipated.”

He blinked in surprise at her words. It seemed her attitude toward him had briefly softened after their first dive down together. No doubt her change of demeanor was only temporary.

They looked over at the boats. Their comrades were waving for them to go back down. “It appears that a second dive will be necessary,” Timeus observed quietly.

“Agreed,” Casia replied. “Although I do not know who we are trying to please more: Poseidon or our companions.”

Timeus chuckled as she smiled at them. Then things became awkward between them again. What was this? Were things beginning to thaw between them due to this shared adventure?

Casia inhaled and jack-knifed downward. Timeus filled his lungs with breath before chasing after her. She was leading the way; and thus, it was back to the old Casia he had come to know.

He caught up to her as they headed down. Once more, they pinched their noses to ease the pressure. It did not seem like such a long distance the second time down. Maybe it was because they had already made one previous journey and their bodies were now adjusting to the depths.

They reached the entrance to the temple. But Casia paused. So Timeus swam inside ahead of her toward the statue.

He reached out to touch the surface. It was solid marble. What surprised him was that it looked like a man. He thought the gods would have different features… perhaps something terrifying?

He felt a touch again upon him again. He turned to see Casia at his side. She, too, had reached out and had touched the statue.

Timeus motioned… “Follow me.” Then he bubbled as he set out exploring the interior of the temple. Casia followed him, bubbles trickling out of her nose as they swam together.

They circled around until they ended up back at the entrance without discovering anything of value. Without motioning to each other, they kept going until they were both headed upward. They could feel it in their lungs; it was time to get back to the surface.

They chased the bubbles they released until they popped up gasping loudly for breath. Instinctively, they looked over at the boats. Their companions kept waving at them to go back down.

“We are not finished with Poseidon?” Casia asked curiously.

“I guess not,” Timeus replied.

“What can we offer to a statue?”

“I do not know. Perhaps we’ll find something outside the temple to give to him?”

Casia nodded in agreement as she replied, “It is worth a try.” Then they both filled their lungs. This time, they headed down together, pinching their noses when the pressure became too great.

They reached the sea floor outside the temple. Timeus motioned… “Let’s look for something.” Casia nodded her agreement.

They went in opposite directions without straying too far. That’s when Timeus stumbled upon some sort of figurine lying in the sandy soil. Remarkably, it looked like a couple copulating.

He bubbled as he studied it for a second. Then he glanced into the temple at the statue. For some reason, it came to him that the figurine would not be a bad object to present.

Casia met him at the entrance to the temple, an object in her hand as well. Then they swam in together. They reached the statue where they knelt as one before carefully placing their objects at the base.

Timeus did not fail to notice Casia had found a figurine similar to his. He turned and looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. He admired her figure, as well as her full breasts with erect nipples. Her labia were swollen.

Casia looked at Timeus as though seeing someone entirely different. She noticed he had an erection now. She had never seen one on him before.

Instinctively, Timeus hesitantly reached out and caressed one of her mounds. Oddly, she did not resist. She trembled at his touch as her nipples hardened. He did not understand why she was suddenly having this kind of effect on him.

In return, Casia reached out and touched his erection. Then she grabbed it and stroked him. His appendage quivered and jumped at her touch.

He leaned close until his mouth latched onto her nipple. She felt electric jolts surge all the way down to her pussy. She jerked his erection in response as she tipped her head back in pleasure.

She suddenly became aware of aching lungs. Then she saw his chest heaving in a similar manner. They both motioned for the surface at the same time. Then they launched themselves toward the entrance.

They kicked hard for the surface, spewing bubbles along the way. They had stayed down longer than intended. Now their lungs were heaving, clamoring for their next breath.

They both kicked hard for the surface, racing past the bubbles they released. They finally burst up, gasping loudly. They spent a few moments panting for breath without saying anything.

Timeus awkwardly broke the silence. “Will those gifts be enough? Will they satisfy the god of the sea?”

Casia was thoughtful. “I… I do not know. Will Poseidon be angry with us if we do not offer him something greater?”

“But what shall we offer him?”

They paused as they looked at each other while treading water. Casia suddenly moved close and kissed him. Timeus was pleasantly surprised.

She awkwardly pulled away. But it had planted the appropriate seed. “Let us go back down,” Timeus told her. “We must be certain.” She nodded her agreement.

They filled their lungs with air before heading back down, pinching their noses when necessary. This time, Timeus fully took in his diving partner with his eyes. He was amazed he had not seen her like this before.

Casia kept glancing over at Timeus. She noticed his muscles, and the strength of his arms and legs. She also noticed his erection. It was having an effect on her she’d never experienced before.

They reached the temple and swam inside. They knelt near the statue where they embraced and kissed. It made her nipples swell… and his cock stiffen.

She felt his erection against her body, and she humped him. Then she kissed her way down his chest to his saluting member. She finally kissed and licked it all over before taking it into her mouth.

It twitched and oozed a little bit of fluid. She liked the taste and sucked harder. He shuddered at her sensuous assault.

He ended up flat on his back as she sucked him. Then she thought she saw movement over by the statue. She rose up to have a look, anxious there were no predators stalking them.

At that moment, he grabbed her legs and pulled her down to his face. Then his mouth attached to her crotch. His tongue lashed out as he began mouthing her nub, just as he had seen the others doing to each other during one of their extracurricular activities while he and Casia had merely watched.

She reacted with great excitement. She had no idea Timeus was capable of delivering such pleasure. Why had she not discovered this before?

His cock; where was his cock? It was behind her, stiff and saluting. She had to have it back in her mouth!

She rose up off him, momentarily causing him anxiety. Then she changed her position so she was facing his feet. When he pulled her crotch back down to his face, she leaned forward and took his erection between her lips.

In their underwater 69, they went at it like lovers who had not seen each other in months. It was as though they could not get enough of each other. Timeus did not know where this strange sense of affection for Casia had come from, considering the way they had reacted to each other before the dive to the temple. But he welcomed the change.

He was suddenly aware of movement. At that same time, she rose up, her lungs straining. They both turned to look at the statue. But they saw nothing out of the ordinary.

She grabbed Timeus’ hand and dragged him toward the entrance. He went willingly, his own lungs on fire. They cleared the entrance and shot upward, spewing the last of their breath as they furiously kicked for the surface.

They burst up panting like crazy. Then they began talking over each other. “You first,” Timeus finally interjected, just as Casia was saying, “You should speak first.”

“I think I know the gift he wants,” Timeus offered hesitantly.

Casia blushed as she replied, “I feel the same way.”

He turned to look in the direction of their comrades. “I hear them yelling at us from the boats.”

“Let them yell. We must complete the task at hand.”

“Agreed.”

They both filled their lungs with air. Then they headed back down toward the temple. This time, they were smiling and much more open toward each other as they pinched their noses to equalize.

There was something that seemed inappropriate about doing it right in front of the statue. So they moved off to one side. Then Casia pushed Timeus onto his back before gobbling his meaty member.

Her warm mouth felt incredible wrapped around his erection. But his own lips were tingling. Timeus wanted to return the favor.

Thankfully, she was lying upon him in the opposite direction. Was that accidental or deliberate? Timeus decided he did not care.

He pulled her down until his face was buried in her crotch. His lips found her swollen nub until she twitched and shuddered. Then his tongue pushed deep into her twat.

They lay like that in a 69, grunting and bubbling as they serviced each other. Timeus had a feeling they were being watched. So he pushed her up long enough to have a look before pulling her back down and feasting some more.

Casia could not believe how hungry she was for his erection. It was as though something had come over her. She was puzzled, but it felt much too pleasurable to stop and try to figure it out.

At one point she, too, felt as though they were being watched. She paused long enough to look all around. But she saw nothing.

It was Timeus who took charge with a confidence he had never felt before. He pulled her up off his body and shifted her around. Then he brought her down until he impaled her upon his cock.

Her eyes flew open at the unexpected pleasure of it all. Then she eagerly began riding him. It felt absolutely incredible feeling him inside her like that.

Timeus was shocked by the way she rode him. He could see her losing some of her breath. She was shuddering in pleasure, her eyes closed as though trying to concentrate on how wonderful it felt.

There was that sense they were being watched. Instinctively, he turned toward the statue. For a moment, he was sure it was looking at them. But when he blinked and looked again, things were normal as before.

Casia climaxed a second time. She was out of breath when Timeus came inside her, triggering a third orgasm. Her lungs were on fire, but for the moment she was too dazed and happy to care.

Timeus grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the entrance. Then he kicked hard for the surface. His lungs felt as though they were empty.

Casia finally came to her senses enough to help kick for the surface. But her chest was heaving ominously. She almost gulped, causing her to bring a hand up to cover her mouth.

They burst up gasping loudly for breath. Timeus asked if she was ok. This time she did not take offense at his concern for her.

“I am ok, Timeus. We are at the surface. I think…”

She paused for a moment. Then she smiled. “I think our gift satisfied Poseidon.”

“Yes, but did it satisfy our companions?” Then they turned to look toward the boats. They appeared to be devoid of life as they drifted silently at the surface.

The two divers stuck their heads down into the water to have a look. That’s when they saw their comrades on the bottom. Once more, they were engaged in what could only be described as “extracurricular activities.”

Casia smiled at Timeus before asking. “Shall we join them?”

Timeus smiled back. “Yes. I think we can join in now.”

She kissed him one more time. Then they swam over to the boats. They dove down until each found a partner on the bottom.

The ocean floor turned into a sexual orgy, just a short distance away from Poseidon’s temple. Naked bodies joined together. But no one noticed the statue looking out in their direction…

2023 (written for Oeff Oct 28 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by the drawing created for him by ImDrToxic.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (4)

Posted on May 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming June rewards

Best laid plans 2
Frank’s yacht 2
Vacation 3
The hit on Revy Pt 4
The Seductress 10
Antoinette’s revenge
Sharing my wife
Saying goodbye to Delphine
The morning after
Seabird Training
Better than the prince
Teacher’s Aides at City U

April stories/rewards will fall off at the end of May to make room for June rewards.

This last Saturday, mom and I went out to eat. Afterwards, we were curious about the water situation in our canal, as it seemed fuller than normal. So we took a drive until we ended up at the irrigation dam all that water dumps into. The dam was full to the point where the spillway had water going over the top. Then I took the little drive around the rim of the dam, on the path mom was uncertain about.

We finally reached a spot that is/was well known to me. I told mom that in my late teens, I often parked there. Then I would retrieve the raft and swim it out into the middle of that arm of the dam. I even told her that location was the inspiration for my Seductress series. Naturally, there were several things I did not tell her. But that location gave us a good view of the dam as well as the water going over the spillway. I even told her I’d walk upon that spillway when it was dry, but the few times I’d tried it when it was wet did not accomplish much, as it was too slimy and slippery to get all the way up to the top.

From there, we drove over to Pompey’s Pillar. Mom did not walk much. But I looked around and observed the changes since the last high water issue took out some of the pathway. I did not climb the stairs to the top of the pillar, even though the view up there is quite enjoyable. I remembered the last time I’d made that climb, so I decided the spirit was willing, but the flesh has aged a few years since I last attempted it.

I hope all of you are making nice memories of friends and families, and of places you enjoy visiting. I pray you are all doing well. Thank you so very much for being my patrons. Have a nice Memorial Day weekend.

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A request for Kristy 4 (47)

Posted on May 20, 2024 by riwa

Kristy Ellerson was 21, a student at Phoenix University. She’d been there three years now and still didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. She’d had a couple of boyfriends, but they had not satisfied her.

One night she drove to a gay bar in Scottsdale. She wanted to try a location far enough away so as not to run into any of her classmates. The University she attended was large enough that it was unlikely she would bump into anyone she might know.

She went inside and looked around. She saw several same-sex couples enjoying themselves. But the place didn’t make her feel the least bit uncomfortable.

She went up to the bar and ordered herself a drink. The female bartender smiled as she got it for her. “I haven’t seen you in here before. You must be new.”

Kristy smiled warmly at her. “Just thought I’d come in and get a drink while looking around.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy your visit with us.” The bartender smiled as she gave her a knowing look before heading off to deal with another customer.

Kristy was looking around when she caught sight of someone she didn’t expect to run into. It was a female professor from the University. She’d taken one of her classes a couple years ago. So what the hell was she doing here??

The professor smiled at her, acknowledging her presence. She got up from her booth and came over to the bar, taking the empty seat right next to her. “I know you. Your name is Kristy, isn’t it?”

“You remember me?”

“Of course I do. You remember me, don’t you?”

“I took your history class, Miss, uh… Miss…”

“Salvason. Chanta Rose Salvason.”

“That’s right. It’s Chanta.”

“Would you like to come over and have a drink with me, Kristy?”

“Sure, Miss Salvason.”

“Call me ‘Chanta’. After all, I’m not your professor anymore. Calling me by my last name always makes me feel old.”

“Sure thing, Chanta.”

They took up the booth where Miss Salvason had previously been sitting. Kristy sat across from her for the time being. It wasn’t long before the memories came flooding back.

She remembered certain parts of that history class. Miss Salvason seemed to have more than a passing interest in historical executions. As Kristy recalled, she actually seemed to favor hangings.

“I never expected to see you here, Miss Salva – er… Chanta.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I thought you lived in West Phoenix. Isn’t this a little out of the way for you?”

“I like the people here. It’s a good place to, well… you know.”

“Hook up?”

The professor smiled. “You read my mind.”

They talked for several minutes. Kristy had no idea why she was becoming aroused. Was it because her former professor was trying to hit on her? Or was it the alcohol?

“I hope you don’t mind my saying this, Kristy. But I was attracted to you back when you were in my class. As I recall, you seemed to show some interest in some of the more… interesting parts of my course, so to speak.”

“So how do you feel about me now, Chanta?” Kristy was starting to think about what it might be like to hook up with her former university professor. Maybe a change of gender with someone she liked would lead to an erotic evening.

“If anything, I’d say I’m becoming even more attracted to you. Would you care to get out of here and go back to my place?”

“Sure; why not?”

Kristy was game. After all, Chanta was certainly attractive. A night of lesbian sex with her former professor might be loads of fun.

Chanta generously paid for the drinks. Kristy followed her out to their vehicles. She got into her car and followed her former professor back to the west side of Phoenix.

It was a good half hour before they drove up an isolated road to a house nestled into the side of a cliff. Miss Salvason’s home was really out-of-the-way. Kristy found it a little odd, but decided not to say anything. After all, anywhere Chanta wanted to live was all right with her.

They went inside where Chanta poured them both another drink. They sat close to each other as they sipped and chatted. At one point Miss Salvason leaned in and kissed her. Kristy willingly let it happen.

She loved the way Chanta had her hair tied up in a bun. She knew her former professor had long, flowing blonde hair. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she was so attracted to her.

They started making out with each other, a session that continued in the nude on the bed back in the master bedroom. Chanta was very talented at focusing on the sexual pleasure of others. After sharing a handful of orgasms with each other they took a break to have another drink.

For a long while Chanta just stared at her. It actually made Kristy feel a little uncomfortable. The professor finally broke the silence by saying, “Would you mind if I showed you what motivated me to bring you up here to my home in the first place?”

The university student smiled. “You can show me anything you want.”

Miss Salvason popped a CD into a player. When it popped up onto the TV screen it showed a video of a much younger Chanta Salvason. She was being fucked with a strap-on by a woman in her late thirties to early forties.

Kristy was shocked. “Miss Salvason?? I don’t believe it! You were fucked by… by… who the hell is she? I don’t recognize her.”

“Back then she was my university professor. She seduced me when I was nineteen. I never found out until later she’d been recording our sessions together.”

“Did you report her to the University?”

“No I didn’t. What could I do? It was her word against mine. Besides, you know how the rules have changed. Professors are given a lot more leeway with their students these days. She even threatened to withhold my degree and ruin my future employment unless I came up here every weekend and let her fuck me.”

“So she blackmailed you then?”

“That’s exactly what she did. But I got her back. I sent an application for her to appear at Dolcett Meats. Then I sent a report to the University that she had to report to Dolcett Meats at the end of the school year. She was terrified the moment she found out.”

“After classes were over I reported to her house for one last fuck. She had a nice home up in the hills. But when I caught up to her she’d become a totally different person.”

“The bitch was frightened out of her wits. She told me she was in big trouble and didn’t want to report to Dolcett Meats. She said it was all a huge mistake. But she didn’t know what she could do about it.”

“I figured it was time to tell her the truth. So I told her I was the one who’d set the whole thing up. I also explained I was the only one who could go back and undo the damage I’d caused… you know… using official passwords and such to make it all proper.”

“Naturally she threatened to report me. I told her to go right ahead. It wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. She was still going to end up on some diner’s plate before they found out what really happened. At Dolcett Meats they’re always on the lookout for fresh meat, you know. Even an older bitch like her is welcome.”

“At that point she begged me to fix everything. She wanted me to undo what I’d done. I asked her why I should care about her. After all, she’d been pretty cruel to me during my years at the University.”

“She said she was sorry. She said she’d do anything to make it up to me. She just kept begging me to change the application so she wouldn’t have to report to Dolcett Meats.”

“I told her I might consider it. But first I wanted to pay her back for all those rough sex sessions she’d put me through. She didn’t like that at all. But what other choice did she have?”

Chanta paused and smiled. Then she motioned at the screen. “Take a look at this next part.”

A scene appeared of that same professor all tied up spread-eagled on the bed. Chanta was on top of her with a strap-on. Kristy watched as a younger version of the woman she was now sitting with fucked her own professor in her mouth, cunt and ass.

“I gave her back what she did to me during all those fuck-sessions, Kristy. I gave it back to her in spades. I really made her suffer. Every time she tried to protest I reminded her she was going to end up spitted and roasted over an open fire. And I told her I was going to make damned sure I got to be there when it happened.”

Kristy looked at Miss Salvason as she felt a sense of growing unease. Obviously this was not a woman to be trifled with. Thankfully Chanta hadn’t treated her the same way back in her master bedroom earlier that evening. But what if she wanted to abuse her now?

The screen changed. The next scene showed the professor all noosed up. She was standing naked on a chair, her arms tied behind her back. The younger Chanta was all over her, taunting her as she groped and pawed her body.

In the video Miss Salvason fingered her older professor’s dripping pussy before fucking her cunt with a toy. Chanta stopped the playback before telling Kristy, “I made the bitch stand there with a noose around her neck. I degraded her… called her names… fucked her pussy and ass. I really made her suffer. But she had to take it if she wanted to be released from that order I’d sent to Dolcett Meats.”

“When I was ready I dropped a bomb on her. I told her the order to Dolcett Meats couldn’t be rescinded. Then I told her I’d already put in an application to take over her job at the University.”

“The administrator said I had to wait until she was dead. He explained I couldn’t have the job until she was officially processed at Dolcett Meats. It was just a formality, but basically the job was mine once she was gone.”

“When I told her that, the bitch looked at me in horror. I sneered as I told her, ‘What are you going to do now, you sick cunt? You’ve got no job and no future. And you’ve still got to report to Dolcett Meats. I hope you’re alive and kicking when they put you on to roast.’ Then I paused before telling her, ‘The way I see it, you’ve only got one choice.’ ”

“What did she do?” Kristy asked, beginning to suspect she already knew the answer. In response Chanta played more of the video. It showed the younger Salvason’s professor voluntarily stepping off the chair.

Kristy watched Miss Salvason in the video eagerly cheer her professor’s hanging. The younger Chanta called the dangling woman a cunt and a bitch as she told her to kick her life away for her pleasure. She even masturbated as the older woman fought the noose.

Kristy felt a strange sexual stirring watching the woman kick her life away on the video. Her former professor was actually showing her what she was capable of. It filled her with a terrible sense of foreboding.

“I hanged that bitch to death, Kristy. I hanged her and I’m proud of it. She may have stepped off the chair voluntarily. But I forced her to stand up there in the first place. That bitch kicked her life away for me. And I loved every fucking minute of it.”

In the video the younger Chanta told her dying professor she was going to make sure her corpse made it to Dolcett Meats. She was going to end up being served as meat anyway. And she was going to make sure she got a good piece of rump roast to bring home to enjoy.

On the video the professor’s bladder gave way as she gently swung back and forth. The younger Chanta walked up to the dangling woman and fingered her cunt. Then she put the sticky fingers into her mouth.

The younger Miss Salvason in the video appeared to savor the flavor. Then she told her dying professor, “You should thank me for cumming in the noose, bitch. At least you got an orgasm out of it.”

Miss Salvason smiled before stopping the video. She told Kristy, “That bitch got what was coming to her. But this is the best part.” Then she hit “Play” one last time.

The screen showed a scene of the naked professor impaled on a metal pole, spinning on a rotisserie over an open flame. A few moments later it showed her naked, steaming body on a butcher’s table. Parts were being sliced off and prepared to serve. The last scene showed a young Chanta being given a plate of food which she eagerly dove into.

Miss Salvason proudly told her former student, “I even took her home, Kristy. This is where she used to live. And I took her job too. She taught history. That’s where I learned all about hanging criminals in all those countries over the years.”

“During my tenure I’ve fucked all sorts of sexy girls. I brought every one of them up here. I pleasured them and they pleasured me. Of course I should let you in on a little secret. Some of them pleasured me in a very special way more than the others.”

“A special way, Miss Salvason?” Alarm bells were now going off in Kristy’s head.

“That’s right, honey. You see, I didn’t just fuck them. I actually hanged some of them.”

“You hanged them??”

Kristy was taken aback. She suddenly felt anxious being in this woman’s presence. Was it possible she might be in real danger??

“I hanged them right here, honey. I immensely enjoyed myself each time I strung another one up. Some were willing and some were reluctant. A couple didn’t want to be hanged at all. But in the end they had no choice.”

“I love a good consensual hanging, honey. But sometimes you just gotta string someone up who doesn’t want to go out that way; you know? You can’t help but savor the fear of the unwilling, especially when you take away the ground they’re standing upon. It’s something truly spectacular. I’ve certainly had some incredible orgasms watching them suffer.”

Kristy was more than a little fearful for her life. What should she do? She was still naked. Could she reach the keys to her car and get out in time?

“I’ve thought about you for a long time, honey. I thought about you back when I was teaching that class you were in. I even thought about bringing you up here and hanging you special.”

Kristy gulped uncomfortably. This was not going well at all. Would she be able to fight her off if it came to that? Or would she be forced to give in to a professor of the university?

“Tonight I thought about hanging you while we were having sex, Kristy. I really get off on it. Deep down I know you’d make a great gasper. But there’s something more important that I’m going to have to deal with in the very near future.”

“There is?” Kristy’s head was swirling with fear as she experienced a perverse arousal.

“You know that old phrase ‘what goes around, comes around’, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple really. Not too long ago I overheard a conversation in the professor’s lounge. It seems they’re voiding my contract next month. A couple of bitches plan on arranging for me to take a private tour of Dolcett Meats, if you know what I mean.”

She paused for a moment to let that sink in. Then she smiled as she shook her head. “Ironic, isn’t it? Call it my former professor’s revenge-from-the-grave if you will.”

Kristy was astonished. “Dolcett Meats? You’re going to have to report to Dolcett Meats??

“One way or another I think those bitches are going to make it happen. I’ll be losing my job at the end of the month anyway. How easy will it be for them to help me lose my life at Dolcett Meats after that? Sort of a double whammy, don’t you think? Ironic, isn’t it?”

“So why are you telling me all this? I mean… don’t you want to…” She gulped as she tried to catch her breath. Then she stammered, “I mean… don’t you want to hang me?”

“As much as I’d like to – and believe me, it would definitely bring me some momentary pleasure – in the end, my fate will still be the same. I don’t want to be spitted alive any more than that stupid bitch I strung up and hanged in here so many years ago.”

She paused for a moment. Kristy detected a sense of sadness and vulnerability. Then Miss Salvason told her, “To be honest, I invited you up here for some sex and to show you what I’ve done. Now I want to ask a favor of you.”

“A favor? What kind of favor?”

“I want you to hang me.”

Kristy was stunned. “Miss Salvason; are you insane??”

“I deserve to be hanged, honey… every bit as much as that bitch deserved it all those years ago. I want you to experience what I experienced back when I hanged that fucking cunt. I want you to enjoy my hanging, just like I enjoyed all the hangings I’ve been a part of throughout the years.”

Kristy abruptly rose to her feet and started gathering up her clothes. Miss Salvason rose with her. The student was alarmed her former professor might change her mind and hang her before she could safely make her way out the door.

Chanta stuck her hands out in a defensive posture. “No, honey; don’t worry. I’m not going to hang you, much as I might enjoy it. I know I’ve given you a lot to think about. So let me give you something to take home with you; ok?”

She went and retrieved a flash drive. Then she handed it over to her former student who had quickly gotten dressed. “This has something on it you might want to watch. It might help you make up your mind. I want you to look it over and then give me a call. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Kristy nodded numbly as she hesitantly accepted it. Was she actually going to be allowed out of the house with incriminating evidence? She wouldn’t feel totally safe until she was in her car speeding home.

“Think it over, honey. Then give me a call. Something tells me you’re the type who might really get off on a good hanging. It may not seem like it right now. But I have a good sense about these sorts of things.”

“Ok, Miss Salvason. I, uh… I think I’d better be going… oh, you don’t need to see me to the door. I can find my way out.” Then she rushed out before her former professor could change her mind.

She raced out to her vehicle, climbed inside and then frantically started the engine. Kristy went speeding down the road like a bat out of hell. It wasn’t until she was a couple miles away that she finally pulled over to catch her breath.

Kristy’s hands were trembling so bad she could barely hang onto the steering wheel. She couldn’t believe the night she’d just had. She sat there for the longest time before she was finally able to compose herself enough to drive the rest of the way home.

2019; 2020 (written Jun 29 ’19; ed. Jul 27 ‘20 by riwa)

(Inspired by an idea by Gunnerob)

Note: For those who are curious, this was as far as I ever got with this story.

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It’s always the same story 4.2 (24)

Posted on May 20, 2024 by riwa

Ann got the text message from Robert. Helen had gone shopping for the afternoon. That meant he had some free time. Did she want to come over for a quick fuck? Ann was more than agreeable.

Robert’s car was in the driveway when she pulled up alongside it. She got out and went to the front door. When there was no answer she tried it. It was unlocked.

She went inside to find he had lit some candles for her. How romantic. It was amazing the way he chose not to treat his wife as well as he treated her. Perhaps that’s what made it all the more thrilling by fucking him behind Helen’s back.

She was headed for the bedroom when she heard the shower. Ann smiled inwardly. A good grope in the shower while they were getting all warmed up for a romp in bed sounded great.

She headed down the hall and opened the bathroom door. The shower curtain was closed. She could not see who was behind it. A moment later she felt a blow to the back of her head, knocking her unconscious.

—

When she awakened, Ann found herself in the master bedroom lying face down on the bed. A familiar redhead was kneeling on top of her, preventing her from getting back up. Her arms were pinned at her sides by the knees of her assailant, leaving her totally helpless.

“Nice of you to respond so quickly to my text. I’m glad you could come over on such short notice. Now that I have you alone, I think we should have a little discussion about my husband Robert.”

The voice sounded strangely calm. Ann was starting to get a bad feeling about all this. But she decided she might as well put up a protest.

“Get off me, Helen. If you want to talk, then we’ll talk. This part just isn’t funny.”

“It isn’t meant to be funny. Do you hear me laughing? It’s certainly not funny to me, hun. Adulterous bitches like you are never funny.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, bitch. It insults my intelligence. I know you’re blonde, but you’re not that fucking clueless.”

“You’d better get off me before Robert comes home.”

“So he’ll do what? …try to convince me you two haven’t been having an affair for months? I found the text messages on his phone. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“Just get off me, ok? You need to talk this over with him; not me. I’m not a part of your bad marriage.”

“Oh but you are, Ann. You’re a very big part of it now.” That’s when she began inspecting something in her hands.

Ann craned her neck around to have a look. “Hey, that’s my scarf! What are you doing with it?”

Helen was disturbingly calm. “That’s funny. He gave me this very same scarf on our anniversary last year. Strange how it just sort of disappeared. I looked all over for it the other day, but I never did find it. At least now I know where it went.”

“You can have your damn scarf back if you want it; ok? Just get off me!”

“I would take it back, hun. But he seems to want you to have it. So I think you should keep it.”

Ann gasped in alarm as the scarf Helen’s husband had given her was wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it start to tighten. She gasped as she felt it start to cut off her circulation.

“You’re right, hun,” Helen observed, her voice betraying the strain of her pulling on both ends. “I think it looks good on you.”

“No…wait *awk* you can’t… *urk* please…”

“Yes; it definitely looks much better on you. You should keep it, ok? What do you say to that?”

Ann could barely get any words out of her mouth… “You can’t *gasp* do this *awwwk* to me.”

“It’s always the same story, isn’t it? ‘Girl starts affair with husband – girl is strangled to death by husband when wife finds out’. By the time he gets home, he’ll find you dead right here on the master bed. Maybe he got tired of you. Or maybe he was afraid you’d spill the beans to his wife.”

“NO *AWK* pleessssse…” Then Ann’s throat closed off. She couldn’t even force a whisper of air past her parted lips.

“I have no idea how many other husbands you’ve fucked in the past. Frankly, I don’t give a shit. However I DO suspect I’ll be doing all wives a favor by taking you out of circulation. I like the irony of that: using my scarf he gave you to stop you from fucking all the husbands around town.”

Ann began to thrash around on the bed as her breath was cut off. Her tongue slithered out in surrender, her head feeling as though it was about to explode. Her face flushed red as her eyes went all bloodshot.

There was an exceedingly hard tug on both ends of the scarf. Ann shuddered hard as a death rattle emanated from somewhere deep down her throat. Then she went completely limp on the bed.

Helen kept talking to her as though she was still alive… “It really was a nice scarf he gave you. I liked wearing it for a while, but I thought I’d misplaced it. I missed it for a while there, but I thought I’d lost it or left it somewhere. But like I say… you can have it now. You earned it… so you keep it.”

Helen let go of both ends of the scarf. Ann did not respond. Then Helen calmly walked out of the bedroom and left the house.

She got into her husband’s car and drove off. According to her calculations he would be returning a few minutes later with her car. That’s when he would discover his mistress dead in the master bedroom. She idly wondered how he would handle the situation.

2020 (written Oct 14 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the included picture.)

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The Curse 3.1 (20)

Posted on May 15, 2024 by riwa

Note: an older, re-edited story.

Doreen left her towel on a patio chair. She placed her sunglasses and cell phone on the adjacent patio table. Then she set up a video camera on a tripod.

She pointed it at the water in the deep end of the pool before turning it on. When she was done, she brushed her hands back and forth. Everything was all set; she was at the ready.

She looked at the house as though half expecting someone to come out and confront her. She stood there in grim determination with hands on hips. But the woman inside was old, frail and hard of hearing. She was not a threat.

Doreen saw no one in the window. She heard nothing that might indicate someone was coming to the back door. “I’m not afraid,” she murmured, more to convince herself than anything else. “I don’t believe in any curse.”

She looked down into the water, hesitating for a moment. Then she looked over at the house again. A quiver of uncertainty rippled through her, but she shook it off.

Once more she told herself she was not afraid. The video camera would dutifully record her actively completing the dare. That’s when she decided it was time.

Gathering her courage, she inhaled sharply before diving into the water with a splash. She angled downward, swimming the entire length underwater on one breath. She swam back and popped up as though revealing herself to the video camera.

She smiled and motioned grandly. “See? I’m in the pool. Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

She submerged before kicking off the wall toward the other end. She swam back and forth on one breath three times. The pool wasn’t very big, allowing her to make the swim easily.

She made several laps like that without incident. Each time she came up for a breath she would glance over at the back door. But she was left alone in the pool.

No one showed up to kick her out. No one harangued her over her unauthorized access. And most importantly, there was no eerie sound or supernatural occurrence to interfere with her swim.

She swam another couple of laps underwater, growing more confident by the minute. Then her cell phone rang, interrupting her swim. It caught her by surprise, startling her.

Despite her bravado she quickly got out of the water and answered it. She did not want to tempt fate by allowing it to ring too long. Doreen did not want to attract any undue attention…

“Hello? …yeah, I’m here! I told you I’d do it, didn’t I? You just interrupted my swim. …what do you mean, ‘you don’t believe me’? I’ll show you! I’ve got a video camera running right now! I’m burning up the batteries standing here talking to you! …no, I’m not afraid of the bitch! And I don’t believe in any curse either! …you want me to WHAT? …get naked in her pool??!! What the hell is that supposed to prove?? …all right – all right; I’ll do it! I’m hanging up now! I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to… no, I’m not afraid! I just don’t want to tempt fate! Now goodbye!”

“Bitch doesn’t believe me!” she muttered angrily as she hung up. “I’ll show her!”

She went to the deep end and adjusted the video camera. She made sure it was pointed down toward the bottom. When she was finished adjusting it she sighed with disgust.

Doreen took another deep breath. Then she stepped off into the water with a splash. Since she was already here, she was more than willing to do what was necessary to satisfy that bitch!

She skulled to the bottom and sat on her ass. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top. She made a show of waving it at the camera before tossing it aside.

She rose up to the surface, air bubbling out of her nose. “Happy now?” she told the camera, rolling her eyes in disgust.

She grabbed her breasts and groping them a little. Then she took a deep breath before slipping back under to finish the job. The sooner she got finished and got out of here, the better.

Once more she skulled to the bottom of the pool. This time she proceeded to remove her bottoms. She was wearing a string bikini, so it was easy to pull on the loose ends and pop it free.

She made another show of waving it upward at the camera. Then she tossed it away in the direction of her discarded top. Now she was naked in the pool.

She shot up to the surface again, air streaming out of her nose until she burst up. Then she flipped the camera the bird. “Satisfied?” she told it in disgust. “Or do you want more?”

Shaking her head, she headed back down. Now she was going to stay on the bottom and hold her breath. She was going to do it long enough to prove to her friends she wasn’t afraid of any old woman, much less any so-called “curse”.

She reached the bottom of the pool, making sure to keep her focus on the video camera. She posed several times, spreading her legs to show her goodies. Then she grabbed her tits.

She stared up at the camera, sticking her tongue out and blowing bubbles. She was obsessed with proving herself to those who’d made the dare. Thus, she was oblivious to the green garden hose near the shallow end next to the house as it started to uncoil.

The end of the hose slipped into the shallow end of the pool like a snake in search of its prey. It slowly uncoiled from its location by the house. Somehow it seemed to zero in on the naked woman in the deep end.

It drew ever closer to the unsuspecting young woman. Doreen had her back to the shallow end as she made faces up at the camera on the tripod. She never once looked behind her.

Her lungs were straining when she surfaced in a flurry of bubbles. She panted for breath as she sneered at the camera, “Is that what you assholes wanted to see?”

She suddenly became aware of something brushing her left foot. Instinctively she looked downward. What the hell had gotten into the pool with her??

She was utterly shocked at the sight of the end of the garden hose wrapping itself around her ankle. There was no time to cry out. A moment later she was jerked underwater with a burble.

She looked down in alarm, wondering how the hell she’d missed seeing the hose lying in the water. What really startled her was the way it had snagged her ankle and pulled her under. She bubbled anxiously before shooting up to the surface.

Doreen was shocked as the hose abruptly pulled her right back under. Astonishment quickly gave way to fear as she struggled against the hose attached to her ankle. She cried out a burst of bubbles, shaking her head as fear gripped her heart.

She pulled hard with her arms, kicking herself back to the surface. She barely managed a loud gasp for breath before she was abruptly jerked back down. This was insane!

The idea of there being any kind of curse leapt to the forefront of her thoughts. She thought about the old lady who supposedly lived inside. Where the hell was she when she needed her most??

Incredibly, the hose was acting as though it was alive. And it was scaring the shit out of her! Now Doreen wanted out of the water in the worst way.

She shot up to the surface for another breath, only to be jerked right back under. Doreen began waving frantically with her arms. Bubbles poured out of her mouth as she waved for the camera… as though whoever was watching might stop what they were doing and come to her rescue. Sadly, it was not a live feed.

She tried to kick herself back to the surface. But the hose jerked her up short. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed the hose was not going to allow her back up.

Doreen couldn’t explain it. But she thought she heard a voice in her head. It was an ominous voice, telling her she’d already gotten the very last breath she would ever receive.

At that moment she was suddenly hit with a jolt of extreme panic. She looked down at her ankle in terror, frantically shaking her head. Her mind screamed, “NO! LET ME GO! I WON’T EVER COME BACK; I PROMISE!”

There was no response. If anything, the hose clung even more stubbornly to her ankle. It was as though it simply refused to release her.

Doreen’s chest heaved insistently. Her breasts bounced and wobbled from convulsions ignited by the raging inferno in her lungs. Then she lost a big burst of air.

Instinctively she covered her mouth with one hand to keep from losing the last of her breath. She used the other to wave frantically at the surface above her, a panicked expression picked up by her camera. Her eyes were wide in terror as spasms and convulsions painfully wracked her body.

She desperately need for another breath. She was growing tired of struggling. Another convulsion threatened to empty her lungs.

Doreen covered her mouth with both hands. She looked all around, her eyes wide with terror. Then she coughed into her hands as her lungs heaved in her chest, setting her breasts to bouncing and wobbling.

She coughed again, the agony almost doubling her over. A moment later her lungs opened up. She just couldn’t hold her breath anymore.

Her eyes flew open in horror as she started coughing and convulsing. Her lungs heaved again, causing her to suck great gulps of water down her windpipe. She grunted and gurgled, her nipples becoming painfully erect from the eroticism of her terror.

She waved up at the surface as though signaling for assistance. Her movements became disorganized as her brain sent mixed messages to her nerve endings. Her body almost doubled over with each cough as she spasmed painfully.

There was a sudden release of small bubbles as her lungs were flooded. Doreen shuddered weakly before becoming exhausted. She no longer had the strength to put up a fight for survival.

Arms and legs twitched sporadically as her body continued to hitch in little spasms. Smaller bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. Then she went completely limp.

For a moment Doreen hung tethered between the air above and the bottom of the pool. She swayed softly, her arms outstretched by her sides as the hose kept her secured to the pool floor. Her long, blonde hair gently swirled around her head, settling all around her and partly obscuring her face.

She looked up at the surface as if in a daze. Her eyes glazed over as the life winked out of them. Her last thought was the horrible realization that the curse was indeed real. It was knowledge that came much too late to save her.

She gently hitched a couple of times. Then consciousness drifted away into oblivion. Her body swayed softly, still tethered to the bottom of the pool.

The hose slowly disentangled itself from around her ankle as though the task had been completed. That’s when it began to retract. It was as though an invisible person was slowly pulling it out of the pool, coiling it back into its place.

Her naked body drifted upward until she floated face down. Arms and legs hung down as her vacant eyes stared at the bottom of the pool. A few stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips.

The surface of the pool eventually grew still. Doreen dutifully floated in place. Her video camera faithfully recording it all.

The back door to the house suddenly swung open. But no one appeared in the doorway. For a long moment there was an eerie silence.

There was a sudden flash of light that appeared from out of nowhere. A moment later the body in the pool was gone. It was as though it had never been there to begin with.

The surface looked smooth and undisturbed. There was no evidence of a swimmer. No articles of swimwear lay on the pool floor.

A moment later the video camera also winked out of existence. It was followed by the cell phone, sunglasses and towel. That’s when door to the house closed just as silently as it had opened…

2011; 2020 (written May 2 ’11; ed. Jul 19 ‘20 by riwa)

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Boyfriend next door 5 4.1 (30)

Posted on May 15, 2024 by riwa

Dad was out of town for mom’s birthday. So Kristin’s parents invited us over for a swim now that the pool was open. Mom readily agreed, saying she was looking forward to it.

I knew mom went over for a swim every now and then when I wasn’t around. Recently, Kristin told me about what happened in the pool between her mother and mine. I heard stories about them kissing each other and doing oral underwater together.

So when mom asked if I was getting into my suit, I found myself becoming hesitant about the whole thing. Besides, I could still remember what had happened in the hot tub the day I’d cleaned and painted their shed. And the way their family had been with me in the hot tub? I had no idea what might happen if mom and Kristin’s parents became uninhibited in their backyard pool.

I told mom I was thinking about staying home. She immediately expressed her disappointment with me. She said she was looking forward to swimming with me on her birthday.

I told her I wasn’t sure. She just said, “Please, honey? I think it would be nice if we both went over.”

“I don’t know, mom. I guess I’m just not sure.”

“Not sure? About what?”

What could I tell her? I was already imagining her kissing Kristin’s mom underwater while I was right there watching and getting a hard-on.

I was also concerned about Kristin being playfully sexual with me in the pool while mom looked on. And I was also thinking about how hot Kristin’s mother would look, either with or without a bathing suit. What if I ended up being hard all night long? Worse, what if things got out of hand?

Mom frowned at me. “Is something wrong, honey?”

“Uh, no mom.”

“Well, I was kind of hoping you’d wear your red speedos for me. I like you in those. Besides, I was going to wear my skimpiest red bikini. You like me in that, don’t you, honey?”

I most certainly did. But it usually caused issues involving me developing a noticeable bulge. I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of Kristin and her parents, not that they would mind. But I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of my mother.

“Uh, mom? Maybe I should tell you something. Sometimes the water makes me a little, uh… well, I mean I can get a little, uh… I mean, I don’t want to, uh…”

“Oh, honey; don’t worry about that,” she said with a laugh and a dismissive wave. “It’s a pool party. Sometimes the water does things to people. Hell, sometimes I get to enjoying myself a little too much underwater. You won’t hold that against me, will you?”

“Uh, no mom; of course not.”

“Then please go change into your red speedos, ok? Do it for me on my birthday?”

“Ok, mom.”

I reluctantly went to my room and changed. When I came out of my bedroom, mom was already in her skimpy red bikini. It showed a whole lot of cleavage.

And that thong she was wearing? It didn’t cover nearly as much as I was hoping it would. It was as though she had deliberately dressed just to make me hard, not to mention the effect it might have on Mr. and Mrs. K.

She had a couple of large towels in her hands. Then she walked us out the door. We headed right over, using the gate to their back yard.

The sun was going down, creating shadows all around their backyard. Kristin was already in the pool in a hot pink bikini. Her mother was stretched out on a lounger in a sexy black number that left little to the imagination.

“Where’s your husband?” mom asked as she stretched out in a lounger next to Mrs. K.

“Mark’s inside. He’ll be out in a bit.”

“Are you enjoying Jason’s work on the shed?”

“Your son did a wonderful job on it, Natalie. We’re very happy with the results.”

“Good.”

I paused a minute to look at both mom and Mrs. K. I immediately wished I hadn’t. So I decided the pool was the safest place to be.

Kristin popped up from the deep end. She caught sight of me and grinned. Then she invited me into the water by challenging me to a breath-hold contest.

I jumped into the deep end with her, grateful it was her suit and body turning me on instead of looking at our mothers. We went right over to the ladder over in the corner. Then we both inhaled before we submerged.

We went all the way to the bottom where we grabbed onto the bottom rung. We held on as we held our breath. Kristin had been practicing before I got there. So she was already much better at holding her breath than I was. I had to surface barely a half-minute in.

She came up with me and laughed before playfully splashing me. It looked like mom and Mrs. K were deep in conversation, although they were watching us the entire time. So we went back down for another try.

I got better and better as I competed with Kristin. By our fourth breath-hold, I was staying under just as long as she was. On the next one, we were down over two minutes before she had to go up first. According to my watch I beat her with a time of 2:24.

When we surfaced, I saw Mr. K had come out of the house. He was in a pair of light green speedos while chatting to mom and Mrs. K. It looked as though he was explaining something.

I heard mom say, “Really? Would you mind if Jason and I took part?”

“Not at all,” he said with a smile. Mrs. K seemed to be grinning enthusiastically about something.

“What’s all that about?” I nervously asked Kristin.

“Not sure,” she replied. “But if I know daddy, it’s going to be a lot of fun… and incredibly hot!”

Oh, boy! That was all I needed!

Mr. K called us over. We swam over to the shallow end and climbed out up the steps. When we walked over, I could see two sets of handcuffs lying on a table next to Mrs. K’s lounger.

“Bondage night?” Kristin asked her parents with growing excitement in her voice.

“Uh-hunh,” Mrs. K nodded as she stood up.

She took a set of cuffs as Kristin dutifully turned around. She even brought her arms up behind her back for her mother. Mrs. K promptly cuffed her wrists behind her back.

“Bondage night?” I nervously repeated to Mr. K. “What’s ‘bondage night’?”

“Sounds like fun, honey,” mom told me with a smile as she watched him cuff my wrists behind my back.

Mr. and Mrs. K walked Kristin and I over to the deep end. Then we were both pushed in. We hit the water with a splash, submerging in a flurry of bubbles before kicking our way back to the surface.

They promptly jumped in with us. Mrs. K swam over to me as Mr. K swam over to his daughter. Then they dunked us.

We both went down in another flurry of bubbles. Meanwhile, I thought I heard Mrs. K up at the surface call out, “Come and join us, Natalie!”

We were down a good ten seconds before we were allowed back up. Then we were dunked again. I barely got a decent-enough breath.

We were dunked several times before they swapped places. This time it was Mr. K who held onto me as Kristin’s mother held onto her. Then we were rapidly dunked again.

The repeated dunkings made my cock stiffen in my speedos. I figured it was visible to everyone in the pool. But I noticed Mr. K also had a noticeable bulge in his suit.

The next thing I knew, we were being swapped again. This time mom was in the water dunking Kristin, while Mrs. K was back to dunking me. I couldn’t help noticing how erect her nipples had become through the fabric of her skimpy black bikini top.

Every time I saw Kristin, I noticed her nipples were really hard as they poked out into the fabric of her top. I could tell she was becoming rather breathless and aroused. But frankly, so was I.

Another dunking swap took place. This time it was Mr. K who ended up dunking his daughter. But it was my mother who dunked me. And boy, did she really seem to enjoy herself!

After several more dunks, we were finally let back up to catch our breath. Mrs. K kissed Kristin on the lips. So mom followed her lead by kissing me on mine. It was a quick kiss, but it was still a bit of a shock.

Mrs. K saw mom kiss me and said that was a great idea. She suggested a breath-hold kissing contest. So the adults swam us over to the ladder in the deep end. Besides, with our wrists cuffed behind our backs, there wasn’t much we could do to resist them.

Kristin was all excited. But I was a little bit concerned. How was mother going to react to all this kissing? Or would it be ok with her, being as how Kristin said my mom kissed her mother underwater all the time.

Mrs. K took me down one side of the ladder as Mr. K took Kristin down along the other side. They wrapped their legs around us as they held onto the pool ladder. Then Mrs. K pulled my head to her with her free hand and kissed me hard as Mr. K kissed his daughter.

I really got a lot of tongue during our kiss. There wasn’t much I could do besides kiss her back. It was incredibly erotic.

I saw Kristin really getting kissed by her father. They both seemed to be enjoying themselves. And my mother? She was underwater holding her breath while watching us the entire time.

Mr. and Mrs. K kept us down for quite a while. My cock stiffened considerably in my speedos. I’m sure Mrs. K could feel how hard I’d become all pressed up against her body. I just hoped mom couldn’t see it.

Kristin and I were both running out of breath when we were taken up. Her and her father beat me and her mom by a few seconds. We all ended up at the surface gasping like crazy.

“Wow, daddy!” Kristin blurted out. “That was a long one!”

“And now we switch,” Mrs. K declared with a grin.

She turned toward my mother long enough to ask, “You ok so far, Natalie?”

“Doing just fine, Steph,” mom replied with a smile.

Mr. K grabbed me and smiled. “Let’s see if we can outlast them, eh, Jason?”

“Hunh – unh!” Kristin replied with a shake of her head. “Mom and I are going to win!”

We all filled our lungs and submerged. We bottomed out before Mr. K grabbed the bottom rung. Then he wrapped his legs around me, pulled my head to his face, and gave me a deep, soulful kiss.

There wasn’t much I could do but return it. I could feel his bulge up against me. But I figured he could feel mine against him, so we were even. He even humped me a little.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kristin and her mother kissing all hot and heavy. They were really going at it. It was shamefully arousing to observe.

Amazingly, my mom was down there holding her breath right along with us. I blushed when she saw me kissing Mr. K so passionately. She bubbled as she appeared to caress her breasts while rubbing her crotch.

I couldn’t believe it! Was mom getting off watching me kiss Kristin’s father? Or was she just turned on by the eroticism of it all?

Kristin and her mother finally surfaced. We stayed down a few seconds longer until my lungs were heaving. He gave me a quick tongue-fuck before we headed up.

We all ended up at the surface gasping loudly for breath. That’s when Mrs. K smiled at my mother. “Can’t leave out the birthday girl, can we? Ok, Natalie. Which one do you want? I’ll take the other.”

“I’ll kiss Kristin,” she replied with a smile as she lustfully eyed my girlfriend.

“Then I guess I get to kiss your son.”

Mrs. K looked at me and grinned. “Ready to go back down, Jason? I think we can beat ‘em; don’t you?”

“Hunh – unh! This time Natalie and I are gonna win!”

“That’s right, honey,” my mom replied encouragingly to Kristin. “We certainly are.”

We all filled our lungs before submerging. Mrs. K took me right down to the bottom rung of the ladder. Then she wrapped her legs around me to hold onto me, grasping the ladder with one hand while kissing me deeply.

It was shamefully erotic, especially seeing mom kissing Kristin right next to us. She looked like she was really enjoying herself. Both of them were wriggling and humping each other.

Mrs. K humped my bulge as she kissed me deeply. Her tongue kept probing my oral cavity. I was glad mom couldn’t tell how aroused I’d become, although I wondered if she might have already suspected I was getting horny.

We were down getting kissed for an incredibly long time. I thought Mrs. K was trying to suck the air out of my chest. When my lungs started heaving, she hauled me back up until we were both gasping like crazy.

Mom and Kristin came up a few seconds later. “We won!” my girlfriend proclaimed. Then she turned toward my mother and gasped, “That sure was hot, Natalie!”

“And now we swap partners,” Mrs. K declared.

Mom looked at me and smiled. “Works for me.”

I blushed. Was mom really going to kiss me underwater?

We were counted down before Kristin and I were dragged under. Mom pulled me all the way down to the bottom rung. Then she wrapped her legs around me, pulled me to her, and began kissing me passionately.

Mom really threw herself into kissing me. Her mouth opened, and her tongue began exploring. It was so erotic that I couldn’t keep my cock from stiffening in my suit.

I thought for sure she would notice and react by making us surface. Instead, she kissed me even harder. And it felt as though she was humping against my bulge.

I heard bubbly groans as Kristin kissed her mother. But my mother was also groaning as she kissed me hard. When I stuck my tongue into her mouth and really kissed her back, she groaned up bubbles.

My cock was hard and uncomfortable in my speedos. I humped against mom without even thinking. Her response was to hump me back as she groaned even more.

There were a lot of grunts and bubbles. It looked like Kristin and her mom were really trying to outlast us. I could tell Kristin was struggling to hold her breath.

My chest was heaving, but mom refused to let go. Was she going to drown me? Were our mothers going to drown the both of us while pretending we were having a breath-hold contest??

Kristin and her mom finally went up. Mom and I headed up a couple seconds later. We all gasped like crazy at the surface.

“Quite a contest,” Mr. K observed with a smile. “I enjoyed staying down and watching you.”

Kristin panted, “Now, it’s your turn with daddy, Natalie!” But I still had my concerns. What if they were going to drown us?

Mom moved over to Kristin. “Ready to go again with me, honey?”

“I’m ready, Natalie! This is going to be so hot!”

Kristin’s father asked, “Ready to beat ‘em, Jason?”

“We’ll, uh… we’ll do our best, Mr. K.”

“That’s the spirit.”

We all inhaled before submerging. We reached the bottom where Mr. K wrapped his legs around my waist. Then he pulled me to his face and kissed me hard as he humped me.

Mom got busy kissing Kristin. I could tell they were both enjoying themselves. Mrs. K was underwater holding her breath while watching us. It looked like she was touching herself.

It felt like Mr. K was tongue-fucking me. He really seemed to be into it. There wasn’t much I could do but kiss him back.

I don’t know how long we were down before my lungs started hurting. A quick glance over at Kristin indicated she was about out of breath too. Once again, I felt that fear they were going to drown the both of us.

We ended up surfacing at about the same time after a really long breath-hold. We all panted like crazy. At least they hadn’t tried drowning us.

I tried to get my cock to soften so my mother wouldn’t notice. But she came right over to me when she and Mr. K switched partners. “Ready to go down with me again, honey?”

“Yeah, mom; I guess so.”

Kristin was excited. “We’re gonna beat ‘em; right, daddy?”

“Of course we are, honey.”

I had almost gotten my breath back when I felt mom’s hand on my bulge. I quivered at her touch as I looked at her in surprise. She just told me to get a good breath.

We all inhaled before submerging. Mom took me right down. She couldn’t wait to wrap her legs around me and start kissing me again.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulled my head close, and gave me a lot of tongue as she humped me. My cock was hard as a rock. I did my best to kiss her back so as not to disappoint her. It was shamefully erotic.

At some point, Mrs. K came over and started caressing my body. She even pressed up against me from behind. I was caught up in an embarrassing underwater MILF sandwich.

I felt lips on my neck and ear as mom kept kissing me. My cock was really hard in my suit. I think mom noticed because she kept humping me.

I got to the point where I started running out of breath. But mom would not let me surface. She and Mrs. K kept me in that sandwich until my lungs were really burning.

A quick glance revealed that Mr. K and Kristin had surfaced. But I was still being held at the bottom of the pool. I felt a sudden surge of fear they were going to allow me to swallow water.

I felt Mrs. K slip a hand between mom and I. She grabbed my cock through my suit and stroked me. Then it felt as though mom was suddenly trying to suck the air out of my lungs through our kiss.

I panicked as I thrashed about. My cock went off as Mrs. K groped and pulled on it through my suit. Mom humped me as I grunted and bubbled like crazy.

I was breathless and dizzy, on the verge of inhaling, when they hauled me up to the surface. I came up gasping and coughing like crazy. Kristin just grinned at us as she gasped, “Wow! That was really hot!

2023 (written Oct 24 ’23 by riwa)

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This is where I hang, isn’t it? 4.5 (75)

Posted on May 10, 2024 by riwa

Mike heard the vehicle pull up outside in the driveway. He got up from the kitchen table to take a look. What he saw surprised him.

Some woman in a short, light brown dress was paying the driver of a taxi. He made a loop in the circular drive. Then he headed back to the main road.

Mike watched as the woman headed right for his shop. He frowned as he headed for the door. Who the hell had paid a cab to drop her off at his residence out in the country? And why was she headed for his shop?

He opened the door and looked outside. There was no sign of his female visitor. Had he imagined it all?

He looked at the shop. It would not be a very good idea if she discovered the contents. She would probably whip out her iPhone and call the police once she discovered his gallows.

Mike rushed outside. He had to stop this crazy bitch. Had she headed right for his shop? What if it was already too late?

There was no sign of her as he rushed toward the shop door. Mike strongly suspected she was already inside. Any moment now he expected his guest to come running out the door, screaming in horror over discovering his deep, dark secret.

He reached the door, only to hesitate. He listened for any sound indicating she was freaking out inside. But he heard nothing.

Had she even gone inside? What if she’d walked around the exterior of the grounds? What if she had gone hiking off into the woods?

Mike opened the door to his shop. Then he stepped inside. That’s when he immediately received the answers to most of his questions.

She was inside, all right. The dress was more golden than brown. It clung tightly to her body, hugging her curves in all the right places while showing a delicious amount of cleavage.

She had found his gallows, all right. But he was shocked over the way she had “found it”. To be more precise, she was standing upon it with her back to him, slowly bringing the coil down over her head.

“Hello?”

She turned and smiled at him. She looked oddly familiar. “Are you Mike?”

He frowned as he looked at her more closely. She looked quite familiar. In fact she looked like…

“You are Mike, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. What are you doing in my shop?”

“This is where I hang, isn’t it?”

“I, uh…” That’s when he felt a bulge develop within his trousers.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you look like…”

“Tawnee Stone? In the flesh. How do I look?”

Mike couldn’t believe it. “You’re not really Tawnee Stone, are you?”

She laughed with amusement. “I would certainly hope I know my own name.”

“I saw you get out of the taxi before it drove away. So why are you here?”

“This is where I hang, isn’t it?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

She smiled at him as she posed on the trap. The noose was around her throat, partially hung up by her hair. If she wasn’t careful, the trap might drop and she’d get to experience it for real.

“Tawnee Stone in my shop on my own gallows. I don’t believe it.” All Mike could do was shake his head.

She adjusted her pose on the trap. His eyes started at her tall, black heels. Then his vision climbed up her slender legs, admiring how tight her dress was.

She grinned as she turned to give him a view of every angle. Mike got quite an eyeful. His cock refused to soften.

“Which do you like better?” she asked with a playful giggle. “Do you like me fighting to pry the noose off from around my throat?”

She made a show of fighting against it as she made rasping noises. “Or do you like me with my arms tied behind my back?” Then she turned her back to him, holding her wrists together.

Mike scratched his head in disbelief. What the hell was Tawnee Stone, his favorite porn actress, doing in his shed? Why the hell was she standing on his gallows in his shop out in the country?

“What do you think? Would you like to watch me hang in my dress or would you like me to take it off?”

“I… I, uh…”

“You’re a ‘more skin’ kind of guy, am I right? I kind of figured as much.”

Without being asked, she worked herself out of her dress. She wriggled it down her body, revealing a bra and panties. Then she kicked it out of the way onto the floor, quietly muttering, “It doesn’t matter if it gets dirty. I won’t be needing it anymore.”

Mike’s hands were trembling as he stepped closer. She smiled invitingly at him. “Sure; you can touch me. Go ahead, I don’t bite. I might swing soon, but I sure as hell won’t bite.”

Mike reached out and touched her ass. She certainly felt real enough. She giggled again with amusement.

Her underwear seemed to glisten as he touched her all over. “Well? How about it? Are you going to hang me or not?”

“I still can’t believe you’re real.”

“Oh, I’m real, all right. Go right ahead and find out for yourself. Just let me adjust this noose around my neck is all. Might as well get my hair out of the way, right?”

She adjusted the noose around her throat, making sure to clear her hair away. Mike touched and caressed her, wanting to make sure she really was alive and in his shop on his gallows. He still couldn’t quite believe it.

He stuck his tongue out and licked her. She trembled as she gasped for breath. “Gawd, you’re making me hot. I really want to swing for you. Got anything for my wrists behind my back? I think you want me to hang this way; am I right?”

“I’ve got some shackles. I’ll go fetch them.”

Mike eagerly rushed over to his work bench and retrieved a set. He was incredibly aroused. If this was a dream, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up from it!

When he returned he discovered she’d removed her bra. It had been tossed over in the direction of her dress. “I pick you for a man-who-likes-bouncing-boobs. Am I right?” Mike nodded numbly.

He cuffed her wrists being her back. Then he reached out to her as he prepared to send her into eternity. His cock strained uncomfortably in his trousers.

“Wait!” she blurted out. Mike instantly hesitated. Damn; she was going to back out!

“I need to see how excited you are. I want to see you naked. So take it off for me, ok? Grant me this one last request.”

Mike only hesitated a moment before undressing. But he left his socks on. Besides, the floor was a little on the cool side.

“Now we’re ready!” she told him with a huge grin. “I think it’s time for me to dance. What do you think?”

Mike thought about it for a long moment. If he waited too long, she might change her mind. Besides, if she was this willing, who was he to deprive her of her right to swing for him?

Mike stepped upon the lever attached to his gallows. The trap instantly folded down underneath Tawnee. Perfect legs he had admired so many times during his porn searches instantly began kicking it up.

She rasped for breath as her mouth opened in a painful grimace. Mike inwardly cheered. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine he would find himself snuffing such a perfect angel.

Her dance was divine, the perfect ‘Texas two-step’. Mike’s cock was rock hard at the image of her fighting the noose. There was no backing out now. He was fully committed to snuffing such a lovely creature.

She kicked and danced, throwing her chest out. Mike could tell her panties were getting damp. Was she enjoying her last performance? He certainly was!

She wriggled in the noose as though determined to fully embrace the experience. She even humped the air in his direction. It was as though she was air-fucking him. Mike’s cock was hard as a rock.

Her struggles began to lessen. Her dance became less animated. No sound escaped the constriction of the noose around her throat.

“Damn, Tawnee! You have no idea what this is doing to me!” Then he reached forward.

Mike rubbed her crotch. Her panties were definitely soaked. There was the faintest twitching of flesh as he groped her.

“Damn, baby! That was one hell of a show!” Mike could only stand there in awe.

Tawnee gently swung back and forth. The rope creaked from her full weight. There were hardly any muscle twitches at this point.

Mike stared at the face of an angel. Her expression was one of sheer bliss. Had she really enjoyed hanging to death for him?

Mike stepped away to get a full look at her. Tawnee gently swung back and forth. She twisted a little as she dangled from the noose.

Her legs also swung a little. Sometimes they crossed from the movement of her body gently swinging to and fro. It was absolutely incredible.

Mike walked all the way around, looking her over inch by inch. She dangled quietly from his gallows. Tawnee Stone was clearly dead.

Mike looked at the heels on her feet. They seemed fitting. It was only proper she’d gone into eternity adorned with a special kind of footwear.

She looked absolutely incredible! Her nipples protruded out of her breasts. On some level she must have experienced a certain sense of arousal during her erotic dance.

Mike still wasn’t sure he believed his eyes. He walked all around his shop. But when he returned to the gallows, his favorite porn angel still dangled quietly.

She looked strangely peaceful, as though she had no problem whatsoever with the decision she had made. Mike was certainly happy with it. Hemp around the throat did that to a woman, bringing her to the ultimate sense of serenity.

Mike looked all around at his shop. That’s when he cursed himself. Here he had all the equipment to record her dance for him. But in the heat of the moment, he had been so overcome with her decision that he’d totally forgotten about setting anything up.

She hadn’t even suggested it to him. She’d simply entered his shop as though wanting to get on with it. She’d been eager to dance, so he’d made certain to fulfill her desires… as well as those of his own.

Mike suddenly blinked his eyes. He had fallen asleep in his comfortable recliner. His cock was still hard from the incredible dream he’d just experienced.

He heard a car door slam from somewhere outside. Curious, Mike got up to go check. That’s when he heard the sound of a vehicle driving away.

By the time he reached the door and looked outside, it was gone. Then he looked over at his shop. The door was wide open.

Now that was odd. He was sure he’d closed it earlier. Or had he?

Mike frowned as he headed out to his shop. He reached the door and was about to close it. Then he looked inside.

Mike jerked with a start. Some female in a golden dress was standing on his gallows. She was adjusting a noose around her throat.

Mike rushed forward. “Hey; what do you think you’re doing?” Then she turned to look him right in the eye.

She was quite familiar. He’d seen many of her porn videos. She just smiled at him as she asked, “This is where I hang, isn’t it?”

2020 (written for Mike Hunt Dec 8 ’20 by riwa. Story idea and renders by Mike Hunt.)

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Scarf work 4.3 (16)

Posted on May 10, 2024 by riwa

Ella Birgeaux was the most antagonistic model I had ever assisted. Nothing pleased her. She thought she was better than all the other models. It showed in the way she treated them.

She always wore that damnable scarf around her neck. It was cold, unattractive and black… black as her soul. No matter what anyone told her, she refused to take it off unless it was absolutely necessary.

I was responsible for running errands for the models, making sure their needs were met. And Ella was the worst. Nothing I did was good enough.

The other models noticed her treatment of me. As a result, I think many of them went out of their way to be nice to me. They often showed appreciation in the efforts I put in to seeing to their comfort.

I bore Ella like a trooper as I kept going back to her dressing room to cater to her needs. She wanted a private room, and somehow she got one. It stuck in the craw of the other models. But that stuck up bitch always seemed to get what she wanted.

For me, it always went back to that scarf. It was a hideous scarf. It was as though the damnable thing was the reason for her ugly temperament.

You have no idea how many times I fantasied about grabbing both ends and pulling. She would sit at her cosmetics table and look into the mirror at my reflection whenever she talked to me. Then she would go into great lengths to explain my latest failure at tending to her wishes.

Her words often fell on deaf ears. Usually all I could see was that ugly scarf around her neck. And I would find myself imagining just how wonderful it would be to pull on both ends until she couldn’t berate me anymore.

Perhaps I should have seen it coming. If she would have been more of an observant bitch, she might have wised up and curbed her tongue. But she just didn’t give a damn about anyone but herself.

One day I was summoned Ella’s dressing room between fashion appearances on the runway. Once more she lit into my efforts. She was exceedingly unhappy with me.

The room was too cold, the fruit basket too stale, and the flowers were wilting. The fabric was all wrinkled, the candles were wrong, and the perfume she demanded was the incorrect brand. All I saw was that ugly scarf around her neck as she went on – blah, blah, blah.

Without thinking, I lashed out and grabbed on to both ends of that damnable scarf. Then I pulled hard. Her eyes flew open in astonishment.

An act of violence against her was utterly unthinkable! I could see it in her eyes. How DARE I!

Her hands came up to claw at the scarf. Now she wanted it off?? Figures…

I could not seem to stop myself. I saw her reflection in the mirror and the damnable scarf that seemed to be mocking me. Instinctively, I pulled harder.

I watched her reflection in the mirror go from shock to surprise to horror… and then to desperation. Her face turned red as her long, red-painted fingernails clawed at the scarf around her throat. But it kept mocking me, and I refused to let go.

I watched her reflection in the mirror as her eyes bugged out. Her tongue started to protrude as her gasps and gurgles were cut off. I kept expecting her to continue demeaning me, but her voice had been cut off.

I did not let go of the ends to her scarf. Nor did I want to. I simply wasn’t capable of stopping myself.

Her mouth gaped open as though trying one last time to breathe. She shuddered as she went limp in my grasp. The way she sagged caused me to let go of both ends of her scarf.

She fell forward onto the cosmetics table as though taking a nap. Her mouth had finally been silenced. Her scarf no longer mocked me.

At that moment, I realized what I had done. I slipped out of her dressing room in panic, my heart pounding in my chest. I rushed off to deal with the other models, certain my deed would soon be discovered.

Ella never made her curtain call for her runway display. I heard someone went to check on her. They thought she was napping and apparently left her alone. She was not missed.

It wasn’t until long after the show when the night janitor opened the door and found her that anyone even knew she’d been strangled to death. The cops tried to investigate. But the models were unhelpful as no one knew anything. If they suspected I was involved, they never said a word.

It’s amazing how much nicer life became after that stuck-up diva was gone…

 

I thought I had it under control. But I was wrong. Maybe there was no point trying to reign it in. Maybe it’s just who I am.

I saw her one night in a tavern having drinks with her friends. I could not stop staring at her red scarf. She had it tied in such a way as to invite strangulation.

I could not stop staring at her. She caught me looking and smiled at me. I smiled weakly before making a hasty departure.

The next night I was drawn back to that same bar. Again she was there, along with that same red scarf. She looked at me again. Was she being drawn to me the way I was being drawn to her and the wrap around her throat?

I could not stop staring at the scarf she wore. She smiled as she raised her glass in a toast to me. I raised mine back to her and smiled.

My heart beat fast. She had no idea how hard I was trying to fight it. I finished my drink and then hastily left to avoid making contact.

I should not have gone back that third night. But I could not stop myself. Would she show up three nights in a row?

I was staring at the door when she walked in. My breath caught in my throat. Again she was wearing that same red scarf.

This time she came right up to my table. “Buy me a drink?” she purred as she sat down. I nodded numbly as I summoned the bartender over.

She told me she noticed I had been staring at her every night of the week. I apologized as I tried to explain how I simply could not help myself. Then she asked why I had run away the last two nights.

I told her I was afraid I would not be able to control my lusts. She thought that was charming. She obviously believed I was talking about her body. But I was talking about something else.

She asked if I wanted to go someplace more intimate. I nodded numbly as I paid for our drinks. She slipped her arm through mine as it grew stronger within me. The beast was demanding to be unleashed.

I took her to a nice motel and paid cash while making her wait out in my vehicle. Then I took her in through a back door. She breathlessly fell into my arms, totally unaware of the danger she was in.

My lips were all over her mouth as I tried to blot it out of my mind. But I could hear it in the back of my head. Her red scarf was calling to me.

It seemed as though she finally made the connection when she asked, “Do you like my scarf?” I nodded breathlessly. She smiled coyly as she sat in one of the nice cushioned chairs and seductively began to undress.

Her breasts were gorgeous. Her pussy was cleanly shaved, dripping and inviting. But I only had eyes for her scarf.

She modestly covered her breasts before shyly asking, “Do you like?”

“Very much,” I breathed, my heart hammering in my throat.

I slowly removed my shirt and pants. She saw the bulge in my briefs and licked her lips. She watched with great interest as I slowly pulled them down, revealed my erection.

I was not aroused over her body. It was all due to that damned scarf. I found myself trembling as I struggled to regain control.

She gave me a seductive look as I slowly approached. I knelt to be able to thrust into her wetness as she sat there. But I only had eyes for her scarf.

Her breathing was heavy and labored. She must have assumed I was passionately overcome with her beauty. It must have made her feel quite desirable. Indeed, her scarf was making her so lethally attractive to me.

She gasped as I slowly entered her. We developed a rhythm as I continued to stare at her scarf. Inside the voice was telling me it was necessary if I was to be fulfilled. I’m ashamed to admit I was too weak to resist.

We were right in the middle of a sensuous fuck when I reached out for both ends to her scarf. Then I began to pull. She let out a gasp and a sigh as though enjoying what I was doing to her.

I pulled harder. To my surprise, she acted as though she loved it. And at that moment desire finally conquered reason.

I pulled harder as I thrust into her more aggressively. Her expression changed from rapture to alarm. The fear in her eyes only fueled my evil lusts.

Her hands came up to stop me. But I pulled harder on her scarf as I began to fuck her hard. My voracious appetite had been unleashed.

The more she struggled, the more the beast wanted to come out. I was unable to explain to her how her reactions were making things worse. Nor did I want to.

At the height of her fear and breathlessness, I pulled with all my might. I succeeded in cutting off all sound emanating from her throat. That moment is still vivid in my memory.

She shuddered hard as her pussy hungrily clenched around my thrusting cock. Then she seemed to relax as though giving herself to me. That’s when my cock exploded inside her, a mighty eruption of cum that seemed never-ending.

When I pulled out of her, she stared at me with a frozen look of horror. Her face was red, her scarf cutting noticeably into her neck. She would never seduce another man ever again.

Once more I had given in to my urges. The release had felt wonderful. Perhaps I was denying myself and that I ultimately needed to let go and simply become the person I was truly destined to be.

So I did not feel any remorse. Instead, I thanked her for her incredible gift. And I thanked her for setting me free. Then I got dressed and left.

Next time I would not be so hesitant. I would seize the opportunity. And thus, I began my hunt to find wearer after wearer of scarves of all kinds…

2016 (written for Denny Oct 12 ’16 by riwa. Inspired by the Internet photos I found.)

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