Club takeout 4.3 (29)

Posted on August 11, 2025 by riwa

Occasionally my wife and I visit the Snuff Club for a night of excitement. We often pick out a woman from the line outside to join us. We never know what we’re going to do with her once we get her inside. But it often involves snuffing her.

Lately, my wife has been wondering what it would be like to take a girl home and enjoy her in the privacy of our basement. She’s been asking if we could pick one up from the Club and bring her home. So we talked to Mistress Chastity about it.

When I called her, she said she didn’t have a problem if we took a girl home with us. She told us we could even snuff her if we were so inclined. If we called the Club afterwards, they would happily send someone to pick up the corpse to cook down in their kitchen. This news greatly excited my wife.

The last time we were at the Club, I was the one who picked out the girl from the line. It had been my night to choose whether or not to snuff her. Eventually, we ended up hanging her in a private snuff room.

On this night, it was my wife’s turn to pick a girl and decide what to do with her. She wanted to bring one home so we could enjoy her at our leisure and in the comfort of our own residence. Naturally, I became aroused at the idea.

I made another suggestion. What if Mistress picked a girl out for us? My wife loved that idea. So she told me to call the Club and ask for a girl to bring home with us.

I called the Snuff Club and got the front desk. I told the representative on the other end what we were interested in. I was immediately put in touch with Mistress Chastity.

My wife was so excited that she took the phone from me. She asked if the Club would pick out a girl for us from the line outside. She said we would be there shortly to pick her up and bring her home, if that would be ok.

Mistress Chastity was more than agreeable. My wife said it was kind of like ordering take-out. Mistress chuckled before telling her she would find one out in line she hoped we would both enjoy.

When we finally got there, Mistress Chastity had a woman reserved for us. She told us her name was Jennifer. The young woman was quite attractive, and she had a nice rack.

Jennifer was told she would be going home with us. She immediately wanted to know what we were going to do to her. “These are some very important clients of ours,” Mistress Chastity explained. “They’re probably going to snuff you, sweetie. But knowing them, you’re probably going to go out with a bang.”

Jennifer dubiously looked us both over. I could not help wondering what was going through her mind. Did she think the Club owner was serious? Or did she think Mistress Chastity was joking?

We asked her if she would be willing for us to take her home. She looked at Mistress Chastity for advice. “It’s your choice,” the co-owner of the Club told her. “I strongly suspect they’re going to snuff you before the night is over. But if you do go home with them, the Club will most certainly be grateful you entertained a couple of our VIPs.”

Jennifer looked at us as though weighing things over in her mind. “They’re VIPs?” she repeated incredulously. And with that, she agreed to go home with us.

“Excellent!” Chastity gushed happily. “You’re going to have a wonderful time with them!”

We took her home straight away. I drove as my wife made out with her in the back seat. I had to focus on the road ahead, being as how they were really going at it all hot and heavy.

Once we got home, we wasted no time taking her straight down to our basement. My wife was visibly excited about the whole thing. I know I was sure eager to get things started.

Since it was her turn to give directions, I let the wife be in charge of all activities and decisions regarding our guest. Jennifer and my bride promptly undressed each other. Then they passionately kissed.

After a while, my wife started giving instructions. I dutifully tied Jennifer, making sure her legs were spread as she lay upon our torture brace. Then I made sure her arms were stretched and secured behind her.

The wife playfully covered her mouth with one hand, pinching her nose shut with her fingers. Jennifer’s eyes went wide as she struggled in vain to breathe. My wife loves toying with them, especially when it comes to making them breathless.

Next, I tied a rope around Jennifer’s neck as per my wife’s instructions. Meanwhile, she went and retrieved a vibrating wand. Then she used it on our guest as I pulled the rope tight.

Our guest was a little resistant at first. The harder I pulled, the more Jennifer suffered. But the more she suffered, the harder she climaxed. I think the orgasms loosened her right up.

Next, the wife used a whip on Jennifer, lashing her tits and crotch. Jennifer screamed (just the way she was supposed to). My wife has a rather sadistic side and likes to torture them.

After the whipping, my wife vibrated her again. Jennifer climaxed like a full-blown whore. It was erotic as hell, and it really turned on my sadistic bride.

After a while, we released her long enough to move her over to our special table. Her stomach was supported, but her breasts and nipples hung off the front. That’s when my wife attached alligator clamps with little weights to her nipples.

I rigged up a noose, leaving the end of the rope to dangle freely. My wife smiled as she looped it around Jennifer’s throat and snugged it up tight. Then she gave a dramatic warning pull, causing our guest to choke and rasp in alarm.

My kinky bride smiled as she attached her favorite strap-on. It’s a rather long, thick one. And since Jennifer’s legs hung off the end with her ass available, she got the fucking of her life.

My wife enjoyed pulling on the free end of the rope, almost cutting off our guest’s air supply as she brutalized her cunt. Jennifer cried out in pain until she could hardly breathe. Then she bucked and shuddered hard in orgasm.

My wife pulled out before beating her ass red with a whip. She went around and added more weight to the alligator clamps attached to her nipples. Then she went back around and thrust her strap-on deep into our guest’s butt.

Jennifer cried out again from the pain. That’s when my wife deliberately pulled hard on the rope, strangling our guest. But it was not enough to stop Jennifer from climaxing over and over again like the whore she clearly was.

After a while, my wife became bored. So Jennifer was freed from the table. But she remained secured in the noose.

I slid the table out of the way. Then Jennifer was stood upright. My wife playfully pulled on the free end of the rope, lifting our guest up onto her toes until she was rasping for breath.

Responding to instructions, I dutifully spread Jennifer’s legs apart. I attached a bar between her ankles. Then I attached a dildo pole to the spreader bar, the dildo being cruelly inserted up into her ass.

As I pulled on the rope, my wife sadistically whipped her all over, leaving red welts all over her flesh. She made sure to whip her crotch and tits, making the still-attached weights bounce from her nipples. Jennifer screamed… and then she climaxed again. My bride loved it.

Next, she added alligator clips to her labia, making sure to add weight to each clip so it would hurt. Jennifer tried to scream from the pain. But I made sure to pull on the noose hard enough to heft her up onto her toes.

Her agony could only be expressed in rasps and gurgles as my wife vibrated her again. Jennifer climaxed hard, this time squirting all over our bare floor. My wife loved it.

She cruelly added more weight to the nipple clamps. Then she added more weight to the labia clamps. Jennifer was clearly in agony.

My sadistic bride whipped her tits, stomach and ass. She hit whatever did not yet have a red welt upon it. Then she vibrated Jennifer’s swollen nub until the poor thing climaxed violently.

”You want relief?” my wife asked. Jennifer tearfully nodded. But she received a lash against her breasts before my wife cried out, “Beg me to hang you!”

Jennifer anxiously shook her head no. I think now it was beginning to dawn on her just what exactly she had signed up for when she had agreed to join us. But it was much too late for her to change her mind.

My wife whipped her ass. Jennifer was in anguish, especially with the weights hanging from her nipples and labia. Then the whip stung her crotch again and again.

“Beg for it, bitch!” my wife demanded. But Jennifer still shook her head.

The whip sang out again and again. “Beg for it, bitch! Beg for it and I’ll give you one last orgasm as you hang!” Jennifer shook her head no.

“I just love it when they’re defiant,” my sadistic bride purred. “It means I get to whip them again and again.”

The whip sang out until Jennifer’s tits were red. Her ass was covered with marks. And she tried to cry out every time the whip stung her crotch, especially when it made contact with her clit.

Jennifer finally nodded as I held onto the rope, keeping her suffering upon her toes. My wife sneered, “I can’t hear you, bitch!” Then she nodded at me to give our guest some slack.

There were tears in her eyes as she rasped, “Please hang me.”

The whip sang out. Her tits bounced as those weights pulled on her nipples. Then she screamed as the whip made contact with those weights hanging from her labia.

“Please hang me.” she said more affirmatively. But the whip sang out again and again. Jennifer screamed in pain before crying out, “HANG ME – HANG ME!”

My wife grinned sadistically at me before nodding. That’s when I dutifully hauled Jennifer’s ass up into the air. With no more solid footing beneath her, she started to kick. But that just made the dildo pole cruelly fuck her ass.

She really rasped and wriggled as the thick noose extended her agony. My wife cruelly whipped her crotch until Jennifer squirted her climax. I was amazed how orgasmic she was.

“Here’s your reward,” my wicked bride said as she applied the vibrating wand. Jennifer actually looked as though she was trying to hump against it as she dangled from the noose. Then she appeared to shudder and squirt.

I asked my bride, “Shall we take her down?” She just shook her head as she replied, “Snuff the sexy bitch! I want to whip her as she dies!”

I left her up and tied her rope off as my wife whipped her again and again. Jennifer weakly kicked, further thrusting that dildo painfully up into her ass. Then she climaxed as she pissed herself.

She hung quietly as the wife kept whipping her. But there was no further response. So she made me haul Jennifer higher into the air so she could lick her dripping crotch.

My bride really feasted, enjoying the dead, dripping cunt. Then she told me, “Call Mistress Chastity! Tell her I loved the one she picked out for us. Someone can come get her for the kitchen. Be sure to let her know there’ll be a special tip in our payment to the Club.” I nodded before dutifully heading upstairs to make the call.

8-8-23 Inspired by the picture I found on the Internet from Hogtied.com.

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Janet and the swamp 4.4 (19)

Posted on August 4, 2025 by riwa

Janet headed outside in her bikini. It was hot and sweltering. She needed some sort of pool to jump into, get wet, and cool off. But there was no pool.

Out back was a nice body of water she believed might do the trick. It was rather swampy in appearance. But at least the water was clear.

What kind of creatures lived in the swamp? Was there anything dangerous she would have to watch out for? Janet wasn’t sure, as she didn’t know enough about this particular body of water.

She walked out to the dock, wiping the perspiration from her forehead and out of her eyes. It was terribly muggy. A refreshing swim would certainly feel good right about now.

She stood upon the end of the dock, looking down into the water. It was clear all the way to the bottom. She could see some greenery sprouting up out of the mud below. But for the most part, the deeper water was free of vegetation.

Instinctively she jumped off the dock feet first. Janet hit the water and sank to the bottom. She kept her feet together, wanting to find out how deep it was.

She bottomed out, her toes almost digging into the muddy soil. She kicked off and headed back to the surface. Then she burst up and gasped for breath.

The water was not as cool as she’d hoped. Since it was clear, she assumed there was an entrance and exit to filter out debris. But the heat of the day had warmed it up considerably.

She swam to the side of the dock and pulled herself out. She stood up and walked to the end of the dock. Then she jumped back in, ramrod straight as she kept her feet together.

She went right to the bottom, bubbles frothing all around her. She released air out of her nose until her toes plunged into the muddy soil. She smiled and bubbled before launching herself back up to the surface.

She burst back up and gasped for breath. Instinctively she swam back to the side of the dock. Then she climbed out again.

Once more she walked to the end of the dock. The water was warm and the air was humid. Jumping in felt good though, especially the way the liquid enveloped her as she went down.

She felt a tingle in her breasts and in her crotch. Stepping off the dock into the swamp felt really good. After a couple more dives, she planned on staying down and holding her breath long enough to get herself off.

Janet looked down into the water. The silt had been disturbed on the bottom from where she’d gone down and dug in her toes. Otherwise, it remained relatively clear.

Once more, she jumped off the end of the dock. Janet brought her legs together, going in ramrod straight. But she caught the faintest hint of movement somewhere ahead of her before she hit the water with a splash.

Down she went, bubbles once more frothing along her tingling flesh. It felt wonderful. Janet was starting to become more than a little horny.

She went all the way down until her toes dug into the silty soil. This time she stayed there, holding her breath while running her hands all over her body. She could really feel the tingles now, and she was looking forward to a release.

She looked around as bubbles trickled out of her nose. Should she go for a swim first before getting herself off? Or should she masturbate and then go for a swim? It was hard to decide.

Janet launched herself off the bottom toward the surface. She burst up and swam over along the side of the dock as before. It was much easier climbing out at that particular spot.

She stood up and walked back to the end of the dock. Should she dive in head first for a swim? Or should she jump in feet first and hold her breath until she got the release she desired?

Her decision was interrupted when she saw movement under the surface. It was father out into the swamp where she intended to swim. For the moment she couldn’t make out what it was.

Was it a gator? Had her jumps into the water stirred up some unpleasant companions? Was her swim about to conclude before she could even get to the good stuff?

Janet suddenly saw a rubbery tentacle rise up out of the water. It stretched itself toward her, the suckers undulating along its arm. She stood frozen in utter disbelief.

How was this possible?? Where had it come from?? There was no outlet to the sea that she knew of.

Before she could think to react, the tentacle wrapped itself around her. Janet let out a cry as it pulled her into the water. Then she was fully submerged, bubbles pouring out of her mouth.

She struggled to break free. Then she got turned around. That’s when she saw it and the other arms protruding out of the massive body.

She twisted and turned until she slipped loose. The tentacles felt slippery. In fact, her whole body felt slimy, as though she’d been swimming in lubricant. Perhaps it was an added effect from being in the swamp? She didn’t really know.

She burst up and gasped for breath. A tentacle grabbed her ankle and pulled her back under. Down she went, bubbles spilling out of her mouth.

Another tentacle reached out and wrapped around her waist. Janet wriggled and twisted as the suckers tried to attach. A tentacle brushed over her breasts until her nipples hardened as she burbled in alarm.

She struggled to get back to the surface. It felt like she was being dragged out into deeper water. She kicked and twisted until somehow her head popped up at the surface.

She needed to cry out for help. But the first thing she had to do was fill her aching lungs. She inhaled deeply, gasping a couple of times.

A tentacle grabbed her leg while another latched onto an arm. She inhaled just before she was pulled under. Then another tentacle wrapped around her chest.

Janet wriggled and bubbled. Her fear was having a disturbingly erotic effect on her. Her womanhood throbbed as her nipples tingled like crazy.

She kicked and twisted, bubbling and crying out. A tentacle slipped between her legs. It rubbed against her, causing her to cry out as she lost another burst of bubbles.

The tentacles were so slippery. Or was it because she was so slippery? Was it the nature of the swamp she was trying to escape before the creature drowned her?

She lost another burst of bubbles as she clawed for the surface. Her head came up, only for a tentacle to wrap around her ankle. She was jerked back under with a burble.

A tentacle returned to grasp onto an arm. Another wrapped around her chest and tried to hang on. Janet felt her bikini top being torn off.

She twisted and bubbled in the grasp of the beast. A tentacle slipped between her legs. It went up her back and wrapped around her neck from behind.

Janet cried out, thrashing about as she was choked. The lengthy appendage felt rubbery, yet slippery. She managed to slip free before the suckers could attach.

She kicked against another tentacle, pushing it away. She fought to reach the surface, spewing bubbles out of her mouth. The tentacle lost its hold on her ankle, unable to maintain a solid grip.

Janet burst up gasping like crazy. She’d just barely screamed out for help when the tentacle reclaimed her ankle. Then she was pulled back down.

Janet went under, losing more bubbles. The fear made her feel overwhelmingly aroused. The harder she struggled as she fought to reach the surface, the more her body responded.

A tentacle returned to wrap around her chest. This time she could feel suckers on her breasts. It felt like her nipples were being pulled out, making them protrude in a shameful manner.

A tentacle moved to her crotch again. It went through, wrapped around her waist and clung tightly. That’s when Janet felt her bottoms come loose.

She cried out in horror while twisting and squirming. She wasn’t the least bit interested in being violated by this… this thing! But what could she do? There were so many arms to fight off!

She kicked and twisted, working herself loose. Slippery tentacles tried to reattach. Janet frantically shot up for another breath.

She came up gasping like crazy. A tentacle came up her backside and wrapped around her neck. She had just started to cry out when the tip found her mouth and pushed inside.

Janet grunted as she tried to shake her head. She was pulled under again, losing bubbles out of her nose. The tentacle remained wrapped around her neck while the tip pushed deeper down her throat.

Another tentacle joined in until there were two wrapped around her chest. Dueling arms held on tightly as they fondled her heaving breasts. The sensations were almost more than she could stand.

Tentacles wrapped around her upper legs, splitting her open. Another began probing her crotch as though curious now that the bottoms had been removed. A moment later it pushed its way inside.

Janet grunted as bubbles trickled out of her nose. The tentacle was so far down her mouth that it felt as though she was deep-throating a massive erection. The one up her pussy throbbed as though curious as to what it had penetrated.

Janet shuddered from all the overwhelming sensations. She tried to hold it back, but it was impossible. A moment later she shuddered hard in orgasm.

At least she wasn’t going to drown. The tentacle had gone too far down her throat. It was blocking off the possibility of water going down her windpipe. But her lungs were on fire; she needed another breath!

The tentacle suddenly pulled out of her mouth, causing her to gag. Janet swallowed water, causing her to hitch and spasm. Now she was drowning!

The tentacle returned to push past her lips. But it was much too late. She had water down her windpipe. Her chest hitched as she went into seizures until she found herself cumming and cumming and cumming……..

 

Janet let out a raspy cry as she struggled naked in bed. She clawed at the sheet wrapped around her throat. A part of the blanket had lodged between her legs, mostly because she’d fallen asleep while trying to get herself off.

She cleared away the sheet and blanket, sitting upright as she gasped for breath. Elements of the dream began to fade. She shook her head as she got out of bed.

She went into the kitchen, got a glass and filled it with cold water from the sink. She took a long, refreshing drink. Then she looked around the house.

Janet slowly walked to the back door. She looked outside before opening it. Then she quietly slipped outside, following the path that led down to the dock.

The dream was so vivid! She’d cum how many times? All because of something living in the swamp that should have been impossible.

Janet walked out onto the dock in her birthday suit. Then she looked out over the water. The swamp was landlocked, well away from any kind of seawater. It simply wasn’t possible. It had to have been a dream!

She looked down longingly into the water. It looked so refreshing, while the air was so hot and humid. That’s when she instinctively jumped in.

She hit the water with a splash and went right down. Bubbles flushed along the length of her body, making her tingle like crazy. Then her feet found the bottom.

She skulled herself downward until she managed to dig her toes a little deeper into the mud. It felt so good that she reached down to her crotch. That’s when something rubbery interfered, moving her hand aside before pushing into her slit.

Janet tried to scream, only for something to push into her mouth. Then her sensitive breasts were wrapped up and fondled. The damned thing was real??

She could not get any sound out as bubbles trickled out of her nose. Then she shuddered hard in orgasm as she started to drown again…….

 

…before waking up back in New England in her own bed.

2021 (written for Skip March 30 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by his April edition of Aquaphile magazine.)

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Halal nightmares 3.7 (30)

Posted on July 28, 2025 by riwa

I’m hanging naked upside down in some sort of assembly line. My arms are tied behind my back. I have no idea how I got this way.

My terror (and my arousal) are palpable. I moan and whimper. My sounds join those of the other naked girls hanging in front of and behind me.

We all suddenly jerk forward. Several girls let out cries of alarm as we’re set to swaying back and forth. My head bumps into the ass of the girl in front of me, and we both cry out.

We’re headed toward some sort of doorway covered in thick folds of hanging plastic. We’re being pulled through one by one. I have an uneasy feeling over what lies beyond.

A track in the ceiling pulls each one of us along. Our ankles are secured above us. Our bodies are set in motion when we’re jerked forward, causing us to swing back and forth.

I see another girl pass through the thick plastic folds and disappear. That’s when I become aware of cries and screams coming from the other side. I’m terrified out of my mind.

We’re jerked forward again until only five girls are ahead of me. I hear another shriek from the other side of the opening. It makes me whimper even louder.

Something terrible is happening on the other side, and it chills me to the bone. I can see the girls in front of me as they wriggle and squirm. But they can’t escape their fate anymore than I can escape mine.

The line jerks us forward once more. Girl number five passes through the thick sheets of plastic. She disappears into the unknown.

I hear another shriek of horror and it makes me want to scream. I hear the cries of other girls on the other side of the plastic as I draw closer. Whatever is happening over there must be utterly horrific.

We jerk forward again, and girl number four passes through. A moment later I hear her screams of sheer terror. I feel a lump in my throat, knowing there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop this.

There are only three ahead of me now, and I’m frightened even more. My pussy is wet from my terror. I’m afraid I might actually piss myself.

Girl number three passes through. An instant later, I hear her screams. Now I can hear the cries of the other women on the other side as I get closer.

I don’t know how my brain can function in my current state. Somehow, I count in my mind how long it takes before the line jerks us all forward again. It takes about 30 seconds.

Girl number three is pulled through. She screams like a banshee. If anything, her cries get more intense once she’s on the other side. What can possibly be waiting for us over there??

The girl in front of me twists around until I can see her face. I can tell she is terrified out of her mind. “Gawd; what’s going to happen to us?” she gasps anxiously. I gulp nervously as I tell her I don’t have the slightest clue.

The line jerks again, and girl number two is pulled through. Whatever she sees on the other side sets her off. There’s yet another scream of horror.

I jerk and wince as the girl in front of me pants heavily. She’s just as terrified as I am. What is waiting for us beyond that thick sheet of plastic?

30 seconds is an eternity before the line jerks again. She is pulled through, and I catch my breath. Gawd, I’m next!

I hear her voice cry out… “OHMYGAWD! NOOOOOO!” It makes me stiffen. What’s behind those plastic flaps covering the opening? I’m about to find out, and it absolutely terrifies me.

The line jerks forward, and I deliberately close my eyes. I try to tell myself it can’t be true if I can’t see it. Then I’m jerked forward, pulled through those plastic flaps.

I find myself on the other side. But I keep my eyes shut tight. My ears, however, cannot keep out the cries and sobs of the women hanging in front of me.

I wince, trying hard not to open my eyes. But my curiosity gets the better of me. My eyelids flutter open.

The next thing I hear are the terrified screams of a woman who cannot believe what she is witnessing. They are my screams. My mind simply cannot process what I’m witnessing.

That fifth girl who was ahead of me before passing through the plastic sheets? I see a guy in a white outfit brutally slash her throat with a large knife. Blood pours out of the massive wound in her neck onto the floor, disappearing through a blood-stained grate.

Her head tilts at a crazy angle. Her body jerks and gyrates. She’s bleeding out, all caught up in the throes of dying.

Further down, I see a guy in a similar white outfit. Only I see him cutting off the head of the seventh girl in front of me. It is obvious she’s had her throat slit.

She makes no movement at all as he tosses her head into some sort of disposal, perhaps never to be seen again. I can tell she is quite dead. But that’s not the worst of it.

I see a red laser bisecting the headless corpse of the ninth woman in line. In seconds, her body is hanging in two pieces like two sides of beef. That’s when it hits me…

OHMYGAWD; I’M IN A SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

At that moment the line jerks me forward. Girl number four ahead of me starts to scream. But she’s immediately silenced as the man in white slashes her throat.

She starts gurgling as blood pours out of her wound. Her body bucks and jerks. A quick glance up the line reveals that dead girl number six is now having her head cut off as girl number eight is bisected.

My mind suddenly goes numb. I can’t find my voice to scream anymore. It’s just too horrifying.

They’re going to slaughter me, along with all these other girls! I’m nothing but meat to them now!

The line jerks forward, setting our bodies to swaying again. The man grabs the hair of girl number three, and raises the blade in his hand. She cries out, “GAWD; NOO!”

He pulls her head back. Then he slashes her throat without a care in the world. It makes no difference whether she’s someone’s wife, daughter or sister.

I try to scream for them to stop… that we’re human beings… that they just can’t do this to u.! But my throat is dry. I can’t find my voice.

The line jerks forward again. Girl number two’s head is jerked back by a handful of her hair so that her neck can be fully exposed. Then her throat is viciously cut.

I cannot help but witness it all. Her body starts to convulse, and I can’t help myself. My bladder releases, allowing urine to dribble down my chest.

I suddenly become aware of the cries and screams of girls coming in behind me. At last, they have been fully exposed to this slaughterhouse of horrors that awaits them! Clearly they’re terrified out of their minds. There’s absolutely NOTHING any of us can do to prevent this from happening to us.

The line suddenly jerks us forward. I’m set to swaying back and forth again. Then I lock eyes with the girl ahead of me.

I see her silently begging me to do something. All I can do is watch in shock and horror as the man pulls her head back. Then he slashes the knife across her throat.

Blood spurts out of her wound as her body goes into spasms. Her eyes are open wide in utter shock. Her head hangs at a crazy angle as her mouth tries to open and close.

She’s dying, bleeding out right before my very eyes. I start to hyperventilate as my heart hammers in my chest. Then my mind screams that I’m next.

I’m utterly terrified! Any second now, the line will jerk me forward to my doom. I start shaking my head as I finally find my voice… “NO… DON’T… PLEASE…!”

I feel the line jerk me forward. The man in white is waiting for me. The bloody knife is in his hand. He shows no emotion whatsoever.

I inhale sharply as he grabs my head by a handful of hair. Then he pulls my head back, exposing my slender column to his blade. Instinctively I start to scream…

There’s a sharp pain along my throat as my voice is silenced forever. I hear myself gurgling as my lungs try to draw another breath. My body jerks in its death throes. That’s when I feel myself cumming so unbelievably hard.

I feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest. It’s going about a hundred miles an hour. That means it’s pumping my blood out of my body just as fast as possible. Gawd; I’m going to bleed out in seconds… SECONDS!

I’m jerked forward in line once more, left to finish bleeding out as the girl behind me has her throat slit and starts to gurgle her life away. My head hangs askew with my neck severed. My heart pumps slower and slower as the flow of blood lessens from the gaping wound in my neck.

I can’t move my lips. I can’t think anymore. I’m losing consciousness.

My body is jerked forward to the next man waiting in line. Without pausing at all to acknowledge my humanity, he grabs my head. Then he tips it back and starts cutting.

Within seconds, my head has been separated from the rest of my body. Then it’s casually tossed away into the disposal unit. That’s when something amazing happens.

Somehow, I can still witness everything that is happening. Am I having an out-of-body experience?

I can see the entire line, from the slaughtered girls to the ones still wailing with fright as they wait their turn. I can see my naked, headless body hanging there. I’m hanging lifeless, just waiting to be butchered.

The line suddenly jerks forward, setting the bodies to swaying again. Each man calmly does his job despite the screams filling the room. Then the line jerks forward yet again.

My body ends up right in front of the guy whose job it is to bisect me. He grabs my neck stump to steady me. Then he grabs some sort of handheld device.

He points it right between my legs. Then he starts bisecting me with that red laser. He does it smoothly… one clean swipe down the length of my body………

AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!

I sit bolt upright in bed, the sheets soaked with sweat. I can tell in an instant I’ve orgasmed hard. Gawd; I’m so embarrassed!

I get out of bed and go into the bathroom. I start to clean myself up, the nightmare still fresh in my mind. I shudder as the memory of it begins to fade.

I return to my bed. But I’m hesitant to go back to sleep. I’m afraid of more nightmares.

I sit down at my cosmetics table where my laptop beckons. I power it up and start surfing, hoping to find some sort of distraction. My body is still trembling, and I take long deep breaths.

Stupidly, I pull up the pictures that guy from overseas sent me. I stare in erotic horror at the girls in various stages of being slaughtered. Each one is having her throat slit.

I can tell in an instant where my nightmares originated from. But it’s just too erotic. I simply cannot turn away and look at something else.

In an instant, the image of a poor woman having her throat slit is replaced with a view of my sister sitting at her computer in a silk nightgown. “I saw you were online.” she says to me. “So what are you doing up at this hour?”

I tell her I can’t sleep. Then she gets this strange grin on her face. “Did you accidentally leave your webcam on, love?”

“Why?” I want to know.

“Because I can see you in all your naked glory!” She laughs and I’m embarrassed as hell.

I’m about to get up to go put a robe on when she suddenly gasps, “LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!!” Before I can move, I feel hands jerk my arms behind my chair. I hear a zipping sound, and I soon determine that my wrists have been zip-tied behind my back.

A hand reaches around my face, grabbing my forehead. My head is tipped back, exposing my slender column. “Shall I slaughter you in front of your sister?” a voice whispers into my ear.

I swallow hard as I get the shakes something fierce. Gawd. I think I just wet myself!

I hear my sister scream, “LET HER GO, YOU BASTARD!” Then I feel a knife up against my neck. I feel an incredible jolt of erotic horror as an immense orgasm rushes toward me.

“Scared?” a male voice chuckles into my ear. “Shall we show your sister some blood?”

I whimper and moan, terrified out of my wits. My pussy throbs with a shameful ache. “DON’T HURT HER!” my sister cries out.

He seductively whispers into my ear, “Say goodbye to your sister.”

I swallow hard. Then I quietly murmur, “Goodbye, love.” I have no idea why I obey his command.

I feel a sharp pain as the knife slashes across my throat. I start to gurgle as blood flows down my chest. Then my body starts convulsing, all caught up in the throes of dying. That’s when I’m hit by the biggest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

I hear my sister yell, “GAWD; NOOOOO!” Then his hands are all over my tits. He squeezes them as my blood flows down my chest. It coats my murderer’s hands, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

I jerk and gurgle, thrashing about in the chair as my life bleeds away. Then he pulls away. The last thing I hear him whisper are the words “I hope you enjoyed being halaled!” Then he’s gone, and I find myself spiraling into the oblivion of darkness and what feels like a never-ending orgasm……………

“AAAUUUGGGGHH!”

I sit upright in bed, panting like crazy. Gawd; what a nightmare. Both of them! What was I thinking: going to that website and looking at all those pictures?!

I hear the toilet flush in the next room. Then my boyfriend appears in the lit doorway. “Did I hear you scream?”

“A nightmare,” I tell him. “A gawd-awful nightmare. I had a couple of them back to back.”

He looks at me for a moment. He gets this smile on his face. Then he deliberately pulls the blanket away.

Clearly, I’ve just made a mess in the bed. Thankfully, it’s dark enough. At least he doesn’t see my face flush red with embarrassment.

“Looks like you orgasmed, love,” he observes. “Are you horny? You look like you could use a good fuck!”

“Oh yes, darling!” I gasp. “I want you to ravish me!!”

He scoops me up in his arms, kissing me fiercely. I melt under his assault. My pussy is throbbing again.

He’s about to take me. And I’m so ready for it! Maybe a good, hard fuck will exhaust me enough to let me sleep through the rest of the night.

He suddenly surprises me by stripping off the bed covers. Then he starts tying my wrists and ankles to the four corners of our four-poster bed. “What are you doing?” I gasp breathlessly as I end up face-down.

My heart starts pounding in my chest. Ominously, he never says a word. I find myself becoming frightened and thrilled, all at the same time.

In moments, I’m lying on my stomach, stretched out all spread-eagled upon our bed as I start to protest. I hear movement, but I can’t see what he’s doing.

I feel him climb into bed with me. Then he’s on top of me. I feel his hard cock up against my butt as he lifts my hips up.

He finds my wet slit and starts to push his way inside. Then he starts thrusting hard in and out of my quivering pussy. It’s frighteningly glorious.

He’s having his way with me, and I feel my orgasm cresting, about to crash over me. Then strangely, he grabs a handful of my hair. A moment later, he jerks my head back.

The next thing I feel is the blade of a knife at my throat. I anxiously gasp, “What are you doing, love?”

I hear him whisper fiercely into my ear… “This is what you get for looking at all those pictures of girls with slit throats!”

He wouldn’t! NOOO! Then I wet myself just like that.

I should tell him no. Gawd, I should tell him not to! But my body is on fire.

I can’t think straight. I’m on the verge of the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire life. Could this be another dream?

I hear myself scream incredible things at him… “DO IT! HALAL ME, BABY! DO IT NOW, LOVE! GAWD; I’M GOING TO CUM SO HARD!”

I feel the blade cut deep into the flesh of my throat. My body jerks and spasms as warm blood spurts out of the wound in my neck. I hear myself gurgling.

I cannot speak anymore! This… this feels real! Then I feel his powerful cock erupting inside my pussy.

I find myself falling over the edge into the most violent climax I’ve ever experienced. It’s the most devastating, yet the most beautifully intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. I had no idea a girl could cum so hard!

Everything dims all around me as my body succumbs to incredible pleasure. For a moment, I have no idea where I am or what is happening to me. Then I find myself falling into the abyss of oblivion as I start to come back down from the plateau of my orgasm.

I hear myself screaming in my mind as I start to fade away… “No; it’s just a dream. It’s got to be a dream… OHMYGAWD, IT’S GOT TO BE A DREAM………..”

2012; 2022 (written for Dorothy’s sister Sep 18 ’12; ed. Oct 3 ‘22 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.7 (6)

Posted on July 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming August rewards

Generation gap
Neighborhood drowning
My visit to St. Fellat 3
Asami’s nice day on Santamos
The swingers club
Heat of the moment II
An angry moon request
Mommy wants some too
The she-spies last case 1
Retribution at the secluded lake
Tammi’s resuscitation

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

It’s been a very difficult month. I’ve been dealing with unexpected stress lately. I try to keep extra stories on hand for these situations. But it has made it challenging to work on things here at my desk. I do have the proper number of stories ready to upload for August. So right now I’m looking toward September to make sure I have every level covered for the stories I will need to upload.

One of the things that happened this month was that my cataract surgery got postponed… twice. The first time, they had a major power disruption for their building. So it got rescheduled for this current week. However, the doctor had a family emergency that postponed surgery again. I could either do one eye and then wait two weeks for the other one… or I could reschedule both eyes back to back in October. And since it would be just my luck the building could get washed away or hit by a comet before they could do my second eye, I’ve decided to wait until later to have them both done back to back. That way I will only have restrictions for a week after surgery on both eyes instead of restrictions for one week after the first eye surgery and then restrictions for one week after the other eye surgery.

Those pesky mice got into mom’s car again. They love chewing on wires in the engine. It’s been an ongoing battle for her. Other than that, she has been in good spirits and in reasonable health. So I thank God every day that I still have her around.

Things are certainly going crazy around the world these days. Someone I know calls it “crazy with a capital Cruh” (instead of a capital C). There are floods, fires, volcanoes and quakes, with threats of major quakes that could hit around the ring of fire. And it seems there’s always a fight breaking out between two neighboring countries. Do you suppose God is trying to get someone’s attention? All I know is that I’m looking up every day.

In the meantime, I’ve been trying to work a little harder on my editing for you fine folks. There are lots of places where you could spend your hard earned cash. It humbles me that you have chosen to spend it here. So I want to really edit what I can in order to make sure the story flows in a good narrative for you, with as few spelling and grammatical errors as possible.

Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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The predator – beginnings 3.9 (35)

Posted on July 21, 2025 by riwa

The first time was with Justin. And it was purely accidental.

I loved swimming in his family’s backyard pool. We used it all summer long after graduation. I went over at least once or twice a week.

I guess you’d call me a water-baby. I love swimming and holding my breath. Maybe that’s what attracted me to Justin in the first place.

We started out by seeing how long we could kiss underwater while holding our breath. It always gave me a thrill seeing how long I could go. What added to the thrill were the times it felt like I got really close to losing my breath and swallowing water.

We swam naked as often as we could get away with it. I loved it because Justin would see how erect my nipples became whenever I was involved in a really long breath-hold. But I also loved it because of how hard Justin’s cock would get the longer we were underwater holding our breath.

We started off innocently enough. Justin and I would go down to the bottom of his family’s backyard pool when no one else was around. Then we would masturbate.

Being underwater really did it for me. I got to where I could make myself cum pretty easily. So I began experimenting with delaying my climax until my lungs were bursting.

Justin, on the other hand, couldn’t quite make himself cum. He loved seeing me getting off underwater, and would really stroke himself. But I think he was too concerned with empty lungs to make himself cum.

The day it happened was the night I suggested we get each other off underwater. Instead of masturbating, we would just try to get each other off. Justin was agreeable to this.

I went first because I figured I would pop off easily enough. We both filled our lungs and went to the bottom of the pool. I clung to the bottom rung of the ladder as Justin proceeded to touch me all over.

Not much happened the first time down. Justin touched me in all the right places, but he couldn’t quite do it the way I usually triggered myself. So we surfaced together.

I showed him how to finger me, the way to swirl my nub, and how to finger-fuck me. Then we headed back to the bottom. This time I was determined to stay down and hold my breath until I came or I drowned in the attempt.

Justin got to where he was working me over pretty good. I felt it start to swell inside me. So I just let it go and had myself a wonderful orgasm as he touched and fingered me.

We surfaced to catch our breath. Justin warned me he might not be able to cum as he had never been able to cum on his own. I took that as a challenge.

We filled our lungs and went back down to the bottom of the pool. Justin grabbed onto the ladder. I straddled his chest facing his feet so his cock was within easy reach. It allowed him to reach around and grope my boobs from behind.

I reached down and started stroking it. I was tempted to let him feast on me in a 69. But we hadn’t advanced that far yet. It was only a matter of time before we tried oral underwater. I just wanted to make him cum using my hands.

I worked him over real good, cupping his balls with one hand while jerking him with the other. I could feel him twitch in my grasp. But he just wasn’t there yet.

He bubbled as he tapped me on the shoulder, indicating it wasn’t going to happen and that he wanted to surface. But I refused to give up. I wrapped my legs tighter around his chest as I redoubled my efforts.

He groaned and bubbled as he thrust in my hand. It felt like he was getting close. Then he tapped me on the shoulder again.

I stubbornly refused to give up. My own lungs were aching. But I just didn’t want to admit defeat.

I heard a glug and turned to look at his face. His eyes were wide as he covered his mouth with his hand. I went right back to stroking him, frantic to get him off.

I cupped his balls while using all my skills with my right hand. Justin suddenly coughed and glubbed. Then he began spasming underneath me.

To my surprise, his cock went off in my hand, even as my own lungs screamed at me. I really stroked him as he spurted a huge load into the water. But when I turned to grin triumphantly, I saw he was in the midst of drowning.

I grabbed him and hauled him up to the surface, even as my own lungs screamed at me. I got him up and he coughed up a ton of water. I apologized for keeping him down so long. Then I grinned at him as I told him at least I’d gotten him to cum at the bottom of the pool.
—
We were a little more careful after that, at least for a couple of weeks. But we soon began to experiment with doing oral on each other underwater. Justin got to where he could get me off pretty easily using that tongue of his.

On the other hand, getting him off was still a bit of a problem. Oh, he would get hard easily enough. I’m pretty talented with my mouth. It was just a matter of pushing him over the edge enough to get him to shoot a load underwater.

One night we were having a lot of fun swimming underwater, wrestling around while basically groping and fondling each other. I got really horny and suggested we try a 69 at the bottom of the pool. Justin likes to feel my mouth sucking his dick, so he readily agreed.

We filled our lungs with air and then submerged to the bottom of the pool. I went flat on my back while Justin lay on top of me. I don’t mind water up my nose so much as I had gotten pretty much used to it by then.

We really went at it. Justin worked my slit with his tongue like a pro. I ended up screaming my breath away in orgasm.

I kept him hard in my mouth the entire time. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t get him to shoot a load for me. We surfaced together where I found myself feeling insecure and inferior.

I told him I wanted to try one more time at getting him to shoot a load into my mouth. He said he would be able to give me one up at the surface. I told him I wanted it while I was sucking and bubbling and holding my breath.

He told me to go right ahead and give it a try. So we headed for the bottom again. This time I made him lie underneath me as I lay on top of him in a 69.

I locked his head between my legs before I really went at it with his erection. I vacuumed him for all I was worth. This time I was determined to get a juicy load of cream in my mouth and down my throat.

I sucked and vacuumed, my cheeks going all concave. I could tell he was close. But I couldn’t quite get him over the hump.

I felt him start to resist with his head locked between my legs. I remembered almost drowning him last time in order to jerk him off. So I decided to see just how far I had to go in order to get a mouthful of cream.

He really began to struggle underneath me. I sensuously sucked his meat, feeling him twitch in my mouth. I could feel his chest heave against my naked body. It was a hell of a turn-on.

I heard a bubbly scream as I took him all the way down my throat. Then he hitched as he went into seizures. He began to thrust instinctively into my mouth as he started to drown.

It was incredibly erotic. It actually triggered another orgasm within me. It also made me really suction his dick.

A moment later his balls began to empty. I got a massive load of cream down my gullet. Then my screaming lungs told me I had to get us back to the surface.

I got his head up first before I popped up for a breath. At first he wasn’t breathing. Then he started coughing and sputtering.

When he finally got his breath back, he looked at me incredulously. “Molly, you tried to drown me!”

I angrily retorted, “I wouldn’t have had to drown you if you would have just cum in my mouth!”

“I told you I can’t do it underwater!”

“Are you crazy? You’ve done it twice now!”

“Yeah, but both times you had to drown me in order to get me to cum!”

“Well, I’m sorry; ok?”

“No you’re not!” Needless to say, that was the end of our swim that night.
—
Our relationship changed after that. I wasn’t invited over to use his family’s pool anymore. He didn’t really tell me we were over. He just ghosted me.

I quickly found out he was seeing another girl. She wasn’t as attractive as I was. And from what I heard, she didn’t swim in Justin’s family pool all that much.

I started seeing someone else. But Justin’s rejection had stuck in my craw. I was feeling vengeful.

One day I went over to the house. Justin was outside in a lounge chair by the pool. So I went out to see him.

He saw me and frowned. “What are you doing here, Molly?”

“You don’t call me anymore. What’s a girl supposed to do?

“I’ve moved on, Molly. I’m seeing Celia now.”

“Just like that?”

“Hey, you tried to drown me, remember?”

“That was an accident, Justin! I didn’t mean to. I thought you could hold your breath better!”

“You nearly drowned me twice, Molly!”

“Then why don’t I make it up to you. I’ll let you drown me. How does that sound?”

“I don’t want to drown you, Molly.”

“Sure you do. Ok, so maybe you don’t want to drown me. Make me suck your cock and hold my breath underwater. You can drown me with your cum.”

“You know I can’t hardly cum underwater.”

“Then I’ll finish you off while you’re sitting on the edge of the pool, ok?”

I started to take my clothes off. At first he tried to stop me. Then he looked all around as though making sure no one else was around.

“What’s the problem, Justin?”

“I was expecting Celia soon.”

“We can do this quick. Then I’ll be gone and you’ll never hear from me again; ok?”

I stripped out of my clothes and jumped into the water. It felt good being submerged again. I swam to the bottom of the pool as memories of Justin and I in the water came flooding back.

What was he going to do? Was he going to get in the water with me? A part of me was thinking about what it would be like to drown him one last time.

A splash in the water caught my attention. Justin was swimming down toward me. He was naked, his cock erect and waving at me.

I always did have that effect on him. Celia wasn’t nearly as attractive. I simply couldn’t understand why he had chosen her over me.

I immediately swam over and wrapped my lips around his erection. I gave him my best effort. It wasn’t long before I had him twitching in my mouth.

I allowed him to surface and get another breath. I followed him up before winking playfully at him. “Come and get my mouth, Justin.” Then I submerged and headed for the bottom.

He came down after me. He grabbed me and forced his dick between my lips. I loved the way he twitched in my mouth.

I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t make him cum in my mouth without half-drowning him. Maybe it was because he had to hold his breath underwater. Maybe he wasn’t the water-baby that I was.

I worked him over pretty good before he broke away and headed for the surface. I followed him up, once more experiencing those feelings of rejection that I couldn’t make him cum. So I smiled at him and told him, “One last time” before I submerged and headed for the bottom.

He came down after me, bubbles trailing out of his nose. He’s pretty good underwater, and a pretty decent breath-holder. But he can’t seem to cum underwater. And I’m better at holding my breath than he is.

I worked his cock over real good with my mouth and lips. I gave him plenty of tongue action. Then I came off his cock and embraced him as I impaled myself upon his erection.

He groaned and bubbled. Then he kissed me. I kissed him back as I squeezed his stiff rod inside with my womanhood.

I really rode him there at the bottom of the pool. Then he began to resist, indicating he wanted to surface. This time I pulled us over to the ladder and held on tight as I rode him good and hard.

He felt great inside me. I was incredibly aroused. I was also turned on at the idea of drowning him. Besides, I figured it would serve him right.

I fucked him harder as he tried to break away. I made sure it felt real good, both for him and for me. Then he grunted up bubbles.

I felt his hot seed spurt up inside me. It was so damned arousing that I climaxed like crazy. I just kept milking him, trying to squeeze every last drop out of him.

He glubbed up bubbles. Then he started hitching and drowning in my grasp. His cock was still hard; it almost felt like he was cumming inside me again.

My lungs burned as I rode him all the way. His lungs began to flood, and we settled to the bottom. I finally climbed off and watched as he hitched and gurgled his breath away until he lay sprawled at the bottom of the pool.

I surfaced and gasped for breath, only to see Celia standing there looking down on me in her yellow bikini that would have looked much better on me. She screamed, “YOU BITCH! JUSTIN!” Then she dove in and swam to the bottom of the pool.

I took a deep breath before diving down after her. She tried to grab Justin and pull him to the surface. I just wrapped my legs around her before grabbing onto the bottom rung of the pool ladder.

She let go and fought me as I held her between my legs. She kicked and struggled, shaking her head as she lost a lot of air. Then she gurgled as well.

I watched as she started coughing up bubbles. She hitched and gurgled as she drowned between my legs. It was incredible, and I climaxed all over again.

I let go and headed for the surface to catch my breath. I saw her lying on the pool floor next to Justin. I saw his cock and realized she deserved to feel it underwater.

I filled my lungs and swam back down. I worked her body so she was lying on top of him. I pulled her bottoms aside and pushed his dick in as far as it would go. That would make it look like they’d had sex underwater.

I surfaced and climbed out of the pool. Then I used a nearby towel to dry myself off. I hurriedly got dressed and left them at the bottom of his family pool

That was the first time I ever drowned someone for real. I even got a two-for-one deal. But I figured it might be good if I moved away. Besides I was looking at a job opportunity at a diving facility with a deep pool in another city. It sounded like it was right up my alley.

2021 (written Sep 8 ’21 by riwa)

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Hanging another Asian slut 2 4.7 (25)

Posted on July 14, 2025 by riwa

Sequel to Hanging the little slut

Part 2

She wasn’t up long before Toni helped Rachel ease her back down. The Asian clerk’s feet kept slipping off the bucket. The biker chicks took a couple of moments to make sure she was standing upon it rather unsteadily.

Rachel growled in warning, “Now are you going to scream or not, you filthy Asian slut? I suppose we could always finish you off right here and now if that’s what you’d prefer.”

The poor girl gasped weakly, trying to talk as she shook her head in defeat. Toni managed to work a little slack in the noose until the store clerk could breathe a little better. “Please,” she croaked out in a raspy voice. “Please don’t hang me!”

“Sorry, you silly, stupid slut,” Toni told her in an angry voice. “That’s one request that is non-negotiable. Now you just enjoy the ride like a good Asian slut.”

“NOO!”

Rachel and Toni laughed as they grabbed onto the end of the rope once more. They pulled until they lifted her up off the bucket yet again. Her eyes bugged out as she rasped for breath.

Her feet fluttered until she began to kick with her legs in ever panicking motions. “Gawd; that’s so hot,” Rachel breathed lustfully as they let her back down. “I’m so glad you pointed her out to me back at the Quickie Mart.”

“Isn’t she just perfect?” Toni added. “She’s the right size… with just the right amount of terror in her eyes… just what we like in a stupid Asian slut.”

The poor thing whimpered, her body trembling as though she was chilly. She wobbled on unsteady legs as they helped her onto the tipped-over five gallon bucket again. That’s when Rachel paused and took a good look at her.

“Look at her crotch,” she observed with a grin. “It’s completely soaked! Did she just wet herself??”

“I’ll bet she came like a fuckin’ whore!” Toni said excitedly.

She walked over and grabbed the poor girl by the chin, roughly shaking her head. “Did you cum for us, honey? They always cum for us when they hang. That’s the way we like ‘em.”

She lovingly rubbed the poor girl’s legs before moving up and sensuously rubbing her wet crotch. The store clerk winced in fear and shame as she involuntarily stiffened. Toni rubbed her even more, forcing a low moan out of her.

“I think she likes it,” she told Rachel. “Let’s get her up again. I’ll bet she cums hard this time.”

The store clerk’s eyes flew open in utter horror. Both biker chicks grabbed onto the rope and pulled hard. The poor girl was abruptly pulled up into the air yet again.

For a second her feet instinctively stretched downward, her toes wriggling for the surface of the bucket. Then she gawked loudly as the agony of the strangling rope around her neck returned in a rush. Her legs flew every which way as she kicked and pedaled, her body twisting and swaying like mad.

“That’s hot,” Rachel breathed.

“Just look at her go!” Toni added in awe.

“Let her down before she passes out,” the redheaded biker chick gasped.

They lowered her back down, only to have her accidentally kick the bucket out of the way. They were forced to lower her all the way to the floor. She stumbled around with her bare feet upon the hardwood surface.

“Hold her up – hold her up!” Toni called out, grabbing her before the store clerk could keel over. “She can’t hardly stand!”

“Did you see that?” Rachel said with a laugh. “She really wants to ‘kick the bucket’!”

“Let’s let her breathe a little first,” Toni remarked as she worked a little slack into the noose.

It took some effort to work it free. The store clerk finally gasped for breath, her lungs heaving from a surge of unrestricted air. Her body shuddered as she moaned and whimpered.

“Check her now,” Rachel suggested. “See if she came.”

Toni reached down and rubbed the trembling woman’s crotch. Then she tried to push a couple of fingers through the panties into her slit. “She’s wet as hell; that much is certain. Maybe we’d better help her out?”

The store clerk tried to shake her head, barely able to rasp out a “No… please… don’t!” That’s when Toni cruelly pulled the panties aside. Then she thrust her fingers good and hard hard into the poor girl’s dripping slit.

She grinned as she gave her a good, hard finger-fucking. The poor thing started to wriggle and hump involuntarily in response. “She’s wet as hell,” Toni observed. “I’ll bet I can make her cum.”

“Do it!” Rachel told her enthusiastically. “Then we’ll haul her ass up into the air and see if she can give us a good dance!”

The store clerk blinked tears out of her eyes as she moaned and whimpered. Her torso humped reflexively at the intimate violation. She tried to resist by stiffening in the hopes of pushing Toni’s fingers back out.

The biker bitch just gasped with delight. “You should feel how tight she is now! Her pussy is really twitchin’! I’ll bet she fuckin’ cums up a STORM!”

“Go ahead, you Asian slut,” Rachel encouraged the poor thing. “You might as well enjoy yourself. We’re going to hang you anyway. So you might as well have a little pleasure in the process.”

The store clerk winced, stiffening shamefully. Toni gasped, “Oh fuck; she’s about to pop!”

“Quick; let’s pull her up. She can cum as she swings.”

The poor girl let out a garbled cry as the biker chicks leaned on the rope together. Once again she was hauled back up into the air. Her feet instinctively fluttered before her legs began kicking.

Her legs came together as she began gawking. She yanked her knees upward in short, jerking bunny hops. “Look at her go,” Rachel gasped with delight.

Toni almost let go of the rope; she was so enthralled. Together they watched as the store clerk kicked her way through what appeared to be a very pronounced orgasm. “Oh, FUCK!” Toni gasped.

The clerk looked like she might be running out of steam. They quickly let her back down until she was wobbling upon the plywood floor of the second story. Toni had to steady her as Rachel worked at loosening the noose around her neck.

She gasped and gurgled, panting hard for breath as she moaned weakly. “Fuck; that was good!” Rachel gasped with delight. “I damn near creamed myself that time!”

“Too late for me; I’m wet as hell!” Toni panted. “This slut definitely puts that last one we hanged to shame!”

“That’s because we strung her right up and then hung her before the tide came in. This one we’re taking our time having some fun with.”

“Fuck yeah!” Toni agreed. “Let’s get her up on the bucket again, shall we? I wanna see her on her toes.”

“Good idea, ‘Rach’.”

They retrieved the bucket and put it back into place. Then they got on either side of the exhausted store clerk. They lifted her up by her shoulders, moving her into position until she was standing once more upon the bottom of the bucket on wobbly legs.

Rachel took slack out of the rope until the poor girl was shuffling around on the balls of her feet. “That’s the ticket,” Rachel gasped with delight, watching as the store clerk began choking and rasping for breath. “What she needs is a nice, leisurely strangle in the noose. Fuck; I need a release!”

“I am so fuckin’ horny!” Toni added. “I can’t take this much longer. We’ve got to hang her soon or I’m gonna explode!”

Toni rammed her hand down underneath her skirt and began rubbing her soaked crotch. Soon she was rolling upon the hardwood floor, furiously masturbating while gasping with delight as the poor girl continued to strangle in the noose. Rachel also ended up on the floor with her jeans opened so she could rub herself.

The store clerk rasped for breath as she shuffled around on the balls of her feet. A couple of times the bucket nearly toppled over. She grunted in alarm as she was forced to readjust her position.

The bucket was becoming more and more unstable. Her situation had become quite precarious. She couldn’t believe these bitches were doing this to her!

Her feet shuffled again as she wobbled upon the bucket, nearly tipping it over. The noose was strangling the very life out of her. Worse, these two bitches were actually getting off on it!

“Gawd!” Toni gasped incredulously. “She’s going to hang herself if she keeps that up!” It made her thrust her fingers into her dripping twat even harder.

“Fuck, I hope so!” Rachel gasped, her eyes blazing lustfully.

The Asian store clerk wobbled as the bucket started to tip over. She hastily tried to readjust her position on the balls of her feet. That just shifted the bucket the other way until it skittered out from under her.

She jerked on the end of the rope with a loud “GAWK”. Then her legs started to fly every which way. She kicked and pedaled until her legs came together again in a bit of a bunny hop.

“Just look at her!” Toni gasped. “Fuck; I think she’s cumming again!”

Rachel let out a shriek of pleasure as the poor girl began grunting, jerking and swinging. Her legs flew every which way from her strangled ballet. Toni quickly cried out in orgasm, but Rachel was mere seconds behind her.

The Asian’s face began turning red as she struggled to pull air down her constricted throat into her tortured lungs. Her windpipe was all but closed off, each kick threatening to eliminate what little air she could get. Then she couldn’t breathe at all.

For a few moments her kicking took on a delicious urgency. Rachel staggered to her feet and quickly loosened the end of the rope she’d secured. The store clerk crumpled onto the floor, her eyes all glazed over.

Rachel rushed to loosen the noose just enough to let her breathe again. “Time for that shirt and those panties to come off,” Toni gasped as she crawled over. “I want to see the whole package. Sluts like her should hang nude!” Rachel could not agree more.

As Toni worked the soaked panties down off the store clerk’s legs, Rachel proceeded to grab her t-shirt, ripping it open and tearing it off the poor girl’s body. The Asian was rendered naked within a minute. Rachel retrieved the bucket and put it back into place before the two of them grabbed the whimpering girl by the shoulders and hefted her up onto it.

“Poor thing,” Toni said in mock sympathy as she caressed the store clerk’s cheeks. “You have nice tits, honey. They’re really going to bounce nicely for us.”

She fondled and caressed them as Rachel took the end of the rope and tied it off again. This time she left a bit more slack in the noose, leaving the store clerk almost flat-footed with just a bit of tension so she could breathe. “It’s getting late,” she told her sadistic companion. “I think it’s time for our slut here to perform her final dance for us.”

“I think so too,” Toni agreed. “I want to watch her go all the way. Fuck; this is going to be good!”

The terrified Asian gasped and whimpered, shaking her head with fright. “P-please don’t h-hang me!” she sputtered. “I’ll d-do anything!”

“But we WANT you to hang!” Rachel declared with a malicious grin as she caressed the poor girl’s trembling body. “You’re going to put on such a sexy dance for us, honey.”

“Yeah!” Toni added enthusiastically, pawing the Asian’s heaving tits while fingering her nipples. “This is going to be the best part… watching you kick your life away.”

“Please… noo!”

“Time for that sexy dance of death!” Rachel declared.

The terrified store clerk tried to scream… “SOMEBODY HELP MEEE!” But that was all she got out as Rachel kicked the bucket out from underneath her. She bounced off the end of her rope with a loud gawk, her feet fluttering for solid footing.

Her legs began to kick as her body twisted and swung. Her breasts bounced and heaved from her jerky dance. Her nipples looked to be painfully erect.

“Oh, FUCK!” Toni gasped, collapsing weakly onto the floor as she started to masturbate again. Rachel just fell to her knees, her eyes glazing over with murderous lust.

The store clerk felt the agony of the noose around her neck. It spurred her body to fight even harder. Her legs kicked and pedaled as she tried to rasp for breath.

She felt her face flush red with asphyxia as a shameful, sexual heat swelled inside her. At that moment all her senses focused directly upon the here and now. It was as though nothing else mattered.

There was nothing in the universe to her except the strangling noose. Gawd, how it hurt! Then she felt an eruption of heat inside her, causing her knees to come together in a jerky motion.

“She’s cumming again!” Toni cried out. Then she screamed out her own orgasm. Rachel rammed her fingers hard into her own sticky slit, howling with pleasure as their victim jerked, twisted and gurgled for them.

The store clerk danced maniacally, trying to kick herself upward in order to create a little slack. But it had the reverse effect by constricting the noose even tighter around her neck. It finally closed off her windpipe altogether until she grimaced in agony as her lungs screamed at her.

She began to lose feeling in her feet and legs. Her arms soon followed suit. She was still jerking around a little, but she could no longer feel her extremities.

Her face began to turn a nasty shade of purple. She tried to scream, but couldn’t. Her tongue protruded a little.

Her feet fluttered until she became too exhausted to make them move even a little. Her body swung back and forth, gently twisting and then rotating in the opposite direction. Rachel watched in awe as their victim’s body swung less and less.

There was the sound of liquid spattering onto the floor as the store clerk’s bladder gave way. “She just pissed herself!” Toni gasped. Then the sadistic biker-chick stiffened once again before shuddering in orgasmic joy.

The poor store clerk was dimly aware of just how much it hurt. She could actually feel internal organs shutting down inside her. It terrified her.

She tried to scream, but no sound would come. Her lips now refused to respond to her commands. She could feel herself starting to slip away.

She tried to scream again… and failed. Her neck hurt like hell, and her lungs felt like they were on fire. That’s when everything started to rush away from her as though she was speeding backward.

It was only seconds later that consciousness finally, mercifully faded away…

There was a quiet rattle from somewhere deep in her throat as her lungs tried one last time to inhale. Her body shuddered once as her arms jerked from muscle twitches. Her legs trembled a little as though they’d been deactivated and were now trying to restart.

Eventually she hung limp and quiet, gently swaying back and forth. Her heartbeat slowed to a crawl before stopping altogether. Her neck stretched by an additional half-inch.

Rachel and Toni said nothing as though afraid of spoiling the moment. They just watched in awe, their bodies tingling from orgasmic aftershocks. The Asian store clerk gently swayed back and forth while slowly twisting one way and then the other.

“That was incredible!” Toni finally breathed rapturously. “That was even better than that slut bartender we hung!”

“Gawd, yeah!” Rachel added. Then she turned toward her sadistic companion.

“I guess I ought to thank you for pointing her out to me in that Quickie Mart. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard!”

Toni suddenly jerked her head as though she thought she’d heard something. It was time to leave before they pressed their luck any further. “We’d better get out of here,” she said urgently. Rachel agreed.

They scrambled around to put out the candles and then gather them up. They collected their flashlights, pausing long enough to shine them upon the dangling body of the Asian store clerk. By now she was barely swaying at all.

“Thanks for the entertainment, honey,” Rachel breathed appreciatively. “You’ll make a hot little plaything when the guys show up in the morning… that is, if they don’t demolish the building first.”

“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Toni declared. So the two of them headed off with their candles, using their flashlights to show them the way down the stairs to the main floor…

2013; 2021 (written Mar 12 ’13; ed. Oct 11 ‘21 by riwa)

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Boyfriend next door 8 3.9 (27)

Posted on July 7, 2025 by riwa

Mrs. K stroked my face as she smiled at me. Bubbles trickled out of my nose as she held onto the bottom of the ladder to keep from drifting back up. Then she gently pulled me to her and kissed me.

With my hands still cuffed behind my back, there wasn’t much I could do but kiss her back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom had submerged and was right there watching us. Seeing her naked and appearing to be quite aroused did me no favors.

Mrs. K grabbed a handful of my hair. Then she slowly forced my head lower down her naked body until her strap-on came into view right there in front of my face. When I hesitated in opening my mouth, she hit me with it a few times.

Nearby, Mr. K was already fucking his daughter’s mouth. Kristin happily sucked away, losing bubbles between her lips. But she kept glancing over at me to see what I was doing with her mother.

Mrs. K slowly pushed her strap-on between my lips. I saw mom watching with a look of unbridled enthusiasm in her features. I could not believe how excited she was at seeing her son suck her female neighbor’s rubber dick.

It was forced deeper into my mouth. Then she started gently thrusting in and out through my lips. I grunted up bubbles similar to the way Kristin was grunting around her dad’s dick in her mouth.

Mom seemed incredibly turned on watching my face get fucked. I was just as shamefully aroused. I could not prevent my cock from stiffly saluting the situation.

I caught a glimpse as Kristin’s dad fucked her face harder. That’s when Mrs. K began thrusting more forcefully between my lips. I could not keep from grunting up bubbles.

I heard my mother moan and bubble. Then she sort of disappeared. For a minute, I wondered if she was masturbating out of my field of vision.

I suddenly felt lips wrap around my shaft. Then I was engulfed by a warm mouth. There was no one else in the pool that I could think of. That meant mom was sucking my cock again!

Mrs. K looked down before bubbling, “Oh fuck, Natalie!” Then she proceeded to really make me gag on her strap-on. I coughed up bubbles as I grunted, adding to the happy grunts coming from my submerged girlfriend and her eager father.

I soon felt it in my lungs. That’s when I became concerned about the direction things were going. What if they drowned me like this? What if I drowned with mom sucking my dick while Mrs. K fucked my face?

I began losing more air around the rubber cock between my lips. A quick glance over indicated Kristin was also struggling. Were they going to drown us both together?? The thought was horrific as well as arousing.

Mrs. K finally hauled me up to the surface. At the same time, Mr. K hauled his daughter up as well. Mom came off my cock and came up with us until we all burst up at the surface panting loudly for breath.

Kristin finally gasped, “That was really hot… watching you fuck Jason’s face mom! And it was so hot… watching you suck his cock, Natalie! But it was really hot… having daddy fuck my face!”

“It really was hot; wasn’t it, Natalie?” Mrs. K observed. “I loved seeing you suck Jason’s cock while I fucked his mouth.”

“It was incredibly hot all right,” my mother agreed.

Kristin suddenly became really excited. “Now daddy’s gonna fuck his mouth; right, daddy? That’s gonna be so hot!”

“I sure am, honey… that is, if it’s ok with Natalie here.”

“Gawd; I’m really looking forward to it!” my mother breathed rapturously. It made me blush and tremble.

Mr. K switched with his wife. He came over and grabbed me, keeping me at the surface as Mrs. K attended to her handcuffed daughter. Kristin was more than a little enthusiastic.

“Wow; I’m really gonna get it now; eh, mom?”

“You sure are, honey. Natalie, would you be a dear and count us down again?”

“Sure thing, Steph.”

Mom panted lustfully as she counted us down. Instinctively, we all took a deep breath. Then Kristin and I were hauled back down to the bottom of the pool, her parents intent on face-fucking us during our lengthy breath-hold.

Mr. K held onto me at the same time he held onto the bottom rung of the ladder. But the first thing he did was kiss me. I just wriggled and squirmed as I kissed him back.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my girlfriend kissing her mother. My mom was submerged, watching everything. It looked like she was touching herself again.

Mr. K finally got a handful of my hair. He slowly forced my head down in front of his erection. Then he pushed his dick up against my lips.

I knew what he wanted. Mom was right there watching me all wide-eyed and excited. Even Mrs. K and Kristin were looking over at me.

I figured I’d better open my mouth or risk being drowned. So I parted my lips. One thrust, and he was in deep.

I gagged up bubbles as he started fucking my face. That’s when I heard Kristin let out a bubbly cry of excitement. A moment later, her mother speared her mouth with her strap-on and started thrusting in and out.

My mother was right there watching everything, although she was mostly looking in my direction. She was really, really close to me. That’s when Mr. K suddenly pulled out of my mouth and offered it to her.

Mom eagerly accepted it, taking it into her mouth and sucking on his dick for a few seconds. Then he pulled out and thrust it back between my lips. I heard Kristin grunt and bubble with excitement as her mother glanced over at us and smiled.

At that point, Mr. K decided to go back and forth between my mother and I. With a handful of my hair, he fucked my face pretty good. When he pulled out and offered it to mom, she eagerly sucked on it without any urging or prodding.

It was terribly embarrassing, being forced to suck cock while my mother was right there beside me. I could not get my dick to soften in the slightest. Next to me, Kristin bubbled enthusiastically as she gagged on her mother’s strap-on.

I don’t know how long this went on. But my lungs finally started heaving in warning. Thankfully, Mr. K hauled me up as Mrs. K pulled up my girlfriend.

We all ended up panting for breath at the surface. Kristin blurted out, “That was so hot, daddy! I loved seeing you share your dick with Jason and Natalie! Was it hot for you, Natalie?”

“It was very erotic, honey.” Then mom shook her head as she added, “I don’t know how you all can stand such excitement on a night like this.”

“Oh, we love it; don’t we, mom?”

“We sure do, honey.” And with that, Mrs. K suddenly forced Kristin and I down below the surface together.

We went down until she managed to hook the bottom of the ladder with a leg. Then she grabbed both of us by a handful of hair. She forced her rubber dick between my lips, fucking my face for a few moments before pulling out and fucking the mouth of her daughter she had right next to me.

Kristin happily grunted up bubbles. Then the strap-on returned, and my mouth got fucked again, making me gag up bubbles. Mrs. K sure thrust it in pretty deep.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother sucking Mr. K’s dick again. But she still had a good view of what was happening to Kristin and I. She sure seemed happy to be sucking cock at the bottom of their pool with someone other than my father.

Mrs. K went back and forth between me and her daughter. Kristin absolutely loved it. Her nipples looked incredibly hard. But then again, so did Mrs. K’s and mom’s.

Thankfully, it was not as long of a breath-hold as usual. But we were still down for what felt like a good two minutes. It wasn’t easy holding my breath while forcibly taking a strap-on between my lips.

Kristin and I were grunting and struggling when we were pulled back up to the surface. We popped up panting loudly for breath. Mom and Mr. K surfaced as well.

Kristin panted, “That was really hot, mom… taking turns fucking my face and then Jason’s!”

“It was hot for me too, honey.” Then she looked at her husband and smiled as she told him, “Why don’t you have a turn with them while Natalie and I share some intimate time together.”

Mr. K and his wife swapped with us again. Kristin was really excited. I was aroused, yet incredibly embarrassed.

My girlfriend and I inhaled deeply before we were forcibly submerged. Mr. K took us down to the bottom of the ladder. Then he hooked his leg around the ladder similar to the way Mrs. K had done it.

He grabbed me and his daughter by a handful of hair. Then he thrust his dick between Kristin’s eager lips. She took him deep, moaning and sucking the way she liked to suck my erection.

Mom and Mrs. K came down to join us. They kissed for a moment before mom started kissing her way down her chest. She worked on her nipples for a bit before kissing her way lower.

My mother was looking right at me when Mr. K pulled out of her daughter’s mouth. Then he thrust between my lips. That’s when mom took Mrs. K’s strap-on into her mouth, groaning with pleasure at the eroticism of it all.

Mr. K gave my mouth a pretty good fucking. Mrs. K matched him as she fucked my mother’s face. Kristin tried to occupy herself by licking any part of her father she could reach with her tongue, especially his balls or any part of his dick that came out of my mouth.

Mr. K pulled out and face-fucked his daughter again. Kristin happily grunted and bubbled as his cock hit the back of her throat. My mom and Mrs. K moaned with apparent lust as mom was forced to deep-throat the strap-on.

He pulled out of Kristin and then thrust back between my lips. It hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag up bubbles. Kristin kissed my face as though she loved what she was witnessing.

I finally felt my lungs start to protest. I could tell Kristin was struggling as well. Once again, I was concerned he might want to drown us while he was fucking our mouths.

Kristin suddenly coughed up a lungful of bubbles. Mr. K let her go, causing my mom to instinctively break off from our hostess to grab her. She hauled her up to the surface as Mrs. K rose up with them.

Mr. K fucked my mouth a couple more times before he finally hauled me up as well. For a second, my lungs were really heaving. Then I was topside breathing air again.

We all panted up at the surface. Kristin coughed before getting her breath back. Then she gasped, “That was really hot, daddy! I loved it!”

“Shall we drown you now?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“Oh, daddy!”

In response, he grabbed her and forced her under. Kristin bubbled like crazy as he took her down. That’s when Mrs. K came over to me and smiled.

“You don’t mind; do you, Jason?”

“Mind what?” She just laughed as she pushed me under, holding me between her legs.

Up at the surface I heard her say, “Shall I drown your son now, Natalie?” Her words gave me a fearfully erotic charge of alarm and panic.

I wriggled and squirmed, trying to hold my breath. I could see Kristin bubbling and struggling in her father’s grasp. Then he pulled her back up.

I felt panic rising within me as I was kept submerged. Then mom’s mouth suddenly attached to my erection. I was scared, but also shamefully excited.

For a moment, I thought mom was going to agree to allow them to drown me. Then mom came off my cock as I got pulled back up. I came up to the surface gasping like crazy.

Mom looked at our hostess and grinned. “That’s really erotic, Steph, the way you keep him under like that. I love the way Jason bubbles.”

Kristin panted, “That’s because of the excitement of the handcuffs, Natalie. You think you’re gonna drown! It’s really scary-exciting, especially when you’re sucking his cock! That was so hot!”

I thought I was going to get another abrupt trip back down, perhaps to be drowned? But my girlfriend suddenly turned to her mother and blurted out, “Mom? You should handcuff Natalie! It’s her birthday; remember? She would love it!”

Mrs. K smiled at that. “I like that idea, honey.” Then she turned toward my mother as she asked, “What do you say, Natalie?”

Mom instinctively moved back from Kristin’s mother as they both tread water. “I don’t know, Steph,” she mused uncomfortably. “It sounds fun, I suppose. But I don’t know if I…”

“You should do it, mom! She can have my cuffs! Natalie deserves a turn on her birthday!”

Mrs. K appeared to consider it. “Well… it would be the perfect gift for our neighbor who’s visiting us on bondage night on her birthday.”

“I don’t know, Steph,” mom laughed nervously. Kristin just blurted out, “Do it, mom!”

The next thing I know, Mr. K’s got mom’s arms behind her back. Then he forced her head underwater as he told his wife, “Get the keys for Kristin’s cuffs, honey,”

Seeing my naked mother bubble in his grasp made my cock stiffen considerably. Mrs. K left Kristin and I to tread water as she went to retrieve the keys. “Wow!” my girlfriend gushed. “This night just gets hotter and hotter; eh, Jason?” I didn’t know how to answer her.

Mr. K pulled my mom’s head up out of the water. She gasped loudly for breath. But she didn’t get a chance to speak before he forced her right back down into the water.

“Wow! Daddy’s really having fun with Natalie now!”

“He sure is,” Mrs. K agreed as she came over with the keys.

I didn’t know whether to be aroused or alarmed. I ended up being quite a bit of both. It made me wonder what mom had just gotten us into by having us come over.

I tread water as Kristin’s cuffs came off. But Mrs. K immediately took them over and helped Mr. K cuff my mom’s wrists behind her back. Kristin eagerly tread water beside me as she watched.

“Wow!” she finally panted. “This night just got even more exciting; eh, Jason? Now we’re going to have fun with you and your mother!” And with that, she grabbed my head and kissed me hard.

I heard mom being allowed up until she was gasping for breath. Mr. K grasped onto her as Mrs. K came over and grabbed onto me. “A mother-son breath-hold bondage night; eh?” she mused with a lustful grin on her face. “I think I like the sound of that.”

“It’s going to be great!” Kristin blurted out excitedly.

“It sure is, honey. Big breath, you two.”

My mother and I frantically filled our lungs. Then Mr. and Mrs. K forced us down into the water toward the bottom of the pool. Kristin let out a bubbly squeal of glee as she came on down to observe all the festivities…

2024 (written May 21 ‘24 by riwa)

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Hanging another Asian slut 4.4 (28)

Posted on June 30, 2025 by riwa

Sequel to Hanging the little slut

Part 1

It was almost 10 pm when a dark blue Chevy Impala pulled into the Quickie Mart. Two biker chicks got out and headed for the door. Rachel was the redhead wearing a black leather jacket covering a black t-shirt with a Harley-Davidson logo. She was also wearing a pair of black leather chaps over her blue jeans.

Next to her strode Toni, a tall, leggy brunette with a shiny black leather top that left a lot of midriff exposed. She wore a black leather skirt with black nylons stamped with white images up her legs. A black bandana adorned her head, with an emblem matching the ones on her nylons. Platform sandals with chunky heels completed the ensemble.

The two were having a night on the town and were interested in beer and munchies. The Quickie Mart just happened to be on their way. They had no idea how one innocent little stop would change the course of the rest of their night.

As soon as they walked inside Toni instantly took notice of the young Asian woman sitting behind the register reading a magazine. Almost immediately she pulled Rachel aside as they headed down an aisle. “What?” Rachel wanted to know.

“Look at the counter,” Toni told her in hushed tones. “See the chick sitting there? Remind you of anyone?”

Rachel looked down the aisle at the cute young woman. “So?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

“Look CLOSER!” Toni urged her, suddenly feeling a growing sense of excitement. “Take a GOOD look!”

“What about her? Toni, what are you gettin’ at?” Rachel just wasn’t making the connection.

“You stupid bitch! How could you possibly forget that little Asian slut bartender at that biker bar seven months back?”

“Her?” Rachel asked in confusion. Then she took another look at the store clerk: black hair down past her shoulders while wearing a t-shirt bearing the emblem of the local college team.

“Oh, HER!” she said. Then she eyed the clerk up and down more closely, admiring the B-cups pushing out under the t-shirt.

“She looks good,” Rachel observed. A moment later she suddenly felt a surge of sexual arousal. “Toni, are you thinking…?”

“I sure am!” her partner in crime replied. “She’s got better looking tits than that other slut we hung. I think they’d look great bouncing around in a noose, don’t you? Besides, you can tell she’s not wearing a bra or anything. Probably waiting for her boyfriend to come pick her up so she can blow him in the back seat of his car, the little slut. She doesn’t look that much taller than that bartender we strung up.”

“We got any rope?” Rachel wanted to know. “We had to leave the other one behind when we left that Asian slut hanging down at the pier with the tide coming in.”

“They’re tearing down the Rossman building,” Toni told her. “There might be some rope in there. Besides, we can hang her from the second floor for the construction workers to find. I’ll bet you a hundred dollars they fuck her corpse and then haul her body down to the landfill. Or have you forgotten how to tie a noose.”

“I haven’t forgotten anything, you bitch!” Then Rachel looked up the aisle again at the clerk who was now looking curiously at them after having gotten concerned why they were standing in one place for so long.

“What do you think?”

“I think she’s hot,” Rachel replied. “You’re right. I think she would look good all strung up.”

“Let’s pay for the beer and chips and then get the hell out of here. We’ll find out when she gets off work. Then we can go get something so we can tie her up.”

“You are one nasty bitch!” Rachel chuckled. “I love your style.”

The two women took a couple of six-packs and some chips up to the counter. The clerk had become less concerned and was waiting to ring up their purchases when they arrived.

“No rest for the weary tonight, eh?” Rachel said to her sympathetically. “You have to work the night shift? I could never work the night shift.”

“Me either,” Toni agreed. “I’d fall asleep in my chair.”

“We don’t work a night shift here,” the young Asian woman told them coldly, not acting at all impressed with a couple of biker chicks in her convenience store. “We close at midnight.”

She woodenly rang the purchases up at the cash register. Toni gave her a twenty and got her change back. “Have a good evening,” Rachel said cheerfully as they waved at her. She just scowled back at them.

“Not very friendly, is she?” Toni observed as they walked out and headed for the car. “She reminds me of that other Asian slut. Are they all like that?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like biker chicks,” Rachel said with a grin. “That’s ok though. We’ll come back and give her a ride to the Rossman building where we’ll teach her some manners.”

“Let’s go get some rope,” Toni replied with growing excitement. “I can’t WAIT to watch her swing!”

“We’ll make her suffer before we end her misery, hun,” Rachel told her with a wicked chuckle. “This is going to be so much fun. I’d forgotten just how hot it was to hang that slut bartender.” And with that she started up the car. They soon pulled out of the parking lot and roared away.

—

They came back at 11:45, choosing to park in the darkened alley so they could look out and watch the parking lot and traffic. There was a Toyota Corolla parked close by, which they suspected might be hers. Their good fortune was that the clerk’s car was parked quite close to the alley.

The biker chicks waited excitedly, both of them having consumed a couple of beers for some alcoholic encouragement. When midnight came they got out of the vehicle to stand near the edge of the building in the darkness. By now Rachel and Toni were horny as hell.

It wasn’t long until the parking lot got a little darker as the inside lights shining out the glass windows of the convenience store were turned off. The clerk came out five minutes later, locking the main door behind her. Then she walked over to the Toyota, giving the parking lot a quick once-over to make sure she was all alone.

“Now!” Rachel hissed quietly.

She and Toni stepped out of the shadows, hands behind their backs to conceal the instruments of the poor girl’s soon-to-be-kidnapping. The clerk spotted them immediately, stopping just two paces from her driver’s side door. “Damn,” Toni blurted out. “Are we too late to get another six-pack?”

“Sorry; just closed up,” the clerk said in a huff. She wasn’t the least bit interested in being social with either one of them.

“Damnit, I told you not to take so long in the john!” Toni blurted out at Rachel, feigning anger. Then she turned back toward the clerk as they slowly approached. “I don’t suppose you could let us back in for just a quick second could you?”

“I told you I just closed up,” the young woman said in a huff.

“Well now that just won’t do at all,” Rachel said, suddenly grabbing the girl and pulling her arms behind her back.

“Hey! What the hell are you – MMMPH!”

“These are for you, bitch,” Toni chuckled, stuffing a pair of her panties into the girl’s mouth, panties she’d retrieved from her apartment earlier. “Sorry they’re not washed or anything, honey. My boyfriend Butch got me all hot and bothered while wearing them the other day. I hope you don’t mind the taste.”

“MMMMMMMMPH!” The clerk tried to struggle, but both girls held on tight.

“Now hold still, honey,” Rachel told her as they dragged her back into the shadows of the alley and their Impala. “Let me just get your arms tied behind your back.”

“MMMMMM!! MMM – MMMMPH!”

“You’re just another defiant little Asian slut, aren’t you!” she declared. “Honey, that’s going to make it so much better for us! You see… we like to hang defiant Asian sluts. Just ask the last one we hung down at the pier.” Rachel laughed as the poor clerk screamed into the panties in her mouth.

They dragged her behind their car and then opened the trunk. “Don’t get too comfortable back here, bitch,” Toni laughed at her. “You’ll only be in here long enough for us to get you to the Rossman building. You see, we’re preparing a little present for the boys when they go to work tomorrow.”

“MMMMMMMPH!”

“Enjoy the ride, slut,” Rachel laughed as they tossed her into the trunk. Then they slammed the lid shut. They could just make out her muffled screams of fear and outrage.

“Not bad for a simple night’s work,” Toni observed, brushing her hands together with satisfaction. “This is going to be so fuckin’ good!”

They climbed into the vehicle. Rachel started the engine. Then they drove off, leaving for the morning crew of the Quickie Mart the mystery of an employee’s abandoned vehicle…

—

They arrived at the Rossman building and found the gate to the demolition site they’d forced open earlier. They drove inside, pausing long enough to allow Toni to get out and close the gate behind them. Then they drove up to the condemned building and parked the car.

“Are you ready back there for some fun?” Toni called out in the direction of the back seat. There was the faint sound of a muffled scream along with the thumping of feet against the lid of the trunk.

“We’re coming – we’re coming!” Rachel called back to her as she opened the car door. “Don’t be in such a hurry! Don’t worry; we’re just about to get this party started!”

They climbed out, went around back and then opened the trunk. The store clerk screamed at them again in muffled indignation, her eyes wide with fright.

“Oh, we meant what we said back there at the store,” Toni chuckled as they worked at pulling her out of the trunk. “We’re planning a little necktie party for you, honey. We’ve already scoped the place out. We found just what we need right there on the second floor.”

“You’re just going to love it!” her redheaded friend added. “We even brought a few things along to make our time together something special!”

Rachel chuckled sinisterly, holding onto a flashlight as she grabbed the wriggling clerk by the shoulders. Toni used another flashlight as she clung to the frightened girl’s legs. The store clerk grunted as she tried to kick, struggling like crazy. But she was no match for a couple of large, determined biker chicks.

They hauled her over to a door they’d forced open earlier by breaking the lock. They slipped inside, shining their lights around as they hauled her over to the stairs and then up to the second floor. They finally entered a darkened interior room, laying her down upon the wooden floor where she continued screaming out in muffled cries.

She grunted in alarm as her kidnappers lit a couple of matches. Then they began going around the room lighting candles they’d already set up just for the occasion. She huffed and puffed in growing horror as the room began to light up.

It wasn’t long until she saw a five gallon bucket standing upside down in the middle of the room. Its presence made no sense to her at all… that is, until she looked up. That’s when she caught sight of the hangman’s noose ominously hanging down from a bare beam overhead. Her eyes went wide in horror as she began to scream again.

“Mood lighting,” Toni chuckled as she lit the last of the candles. “It gives the place a little atmosphere, don’t you think?”

She turned to smile at their writhing, wriggling captor, only to see her looking up at the dangling coil of rope in wide-eyed horror. “I think she finally gets it,” she observed with a chuckle. “That’s right, honey. That noose is made for you to go dancin’ in.”

“I hope she appreciates the work we went through to get this place ready for her,” Rachel remarked as she looked all around at the candles they’d lit. “Besides, we need to have the right ambience in here just so we can appreciate a good Asian hanging.” That’s when the poor girl let out another muffled cry of horror.

“C’mon, slut,” Toni said as she went over and helped the store clerk to her feet. “We got it all ready for you. The least you can do is show us your appreciation by trying it out.” The poor thing cried out again in terror, shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Now don’t worry about it, honey,” Rachel told her as they helped her over to the white plastic bucket. “We’re pros; we’ve done this before. We would have hung you down by the pier like last time. But this is much better, don’t you think? This place is nice and cozy, and we shouldn’t be interrupted. This way we can take our time with you. Don’t you agree?”

The clerk cried out in horror, her screams remaining muffled as they helped her up onto the bucket. Then Rachel carefully looped the noose around her neck. The poor thing tried to scream… and then promptly wet herself, soaking her jeans.

“Now would you look at that,” Toni observed, shaking her head at the stain in the poor girl’s crotch. “That won’t do at all.”

She unbuttoned the stained jeans and then opened the zipper. The store clerk whimpered as Toni slowly pulled down the jeans. The girl shuffled around on her sneakers as Toni pulled them off one leg at a time.

“Well, those will never do either,” Rachel observed with a scowl. “She can’t be wearing shoes when she hangs, can she? We want to see her bare feet.” Toni agreed, bending down to work them off her feet as well.

The store clerk let out muffled whimpers as one shoe was pulled off and then the other along with her socks. In no time at all she was left standing on the bucket in her bare feet, t-shirt and red panties, trembling with fright.

“Shirt?” Toni asked her partner in crime.

“Let’s see what she looks like first,” Rachel said with a grin. “Hang on and enjoy yourself, slut, ‘cause this is only your first time up.” Then she and Toni grabbed onto the end of the rope and pulled.

The terrified store clerk was instantly lifted up off the bucket. Her bare feet instinctively fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. Then her legs began kicking and flailing like crazy as she let out muffled grunts and gurgles. Her breasts bounced erotically underneath her t-shirt, confirming she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Bring her down – bring her down!” Rachel gasped with delight. “We don’t want to hang her all at once, do we? We want this one to last awhile.”

They quickly let her back down, helping to get her feet back onto the white plastic, five-gallon bucket. The store clerk’s knees almost buckled as she whimpered through the panties gagging her mouth. She trembled from the breathless agony of the noose temporary constricting her neck.

Toni gave her a sympathetic look. “Tell you what, honey,” she said with a smile. “You don’t scream and I’ll take those nasty tasting panties out of your mouth. How’s that sound?” The poor girl whimpered as she nodded weakly… anything to be able to breathe clearly through her mouth.

Toni reached over and started to pull them out. No sooner had she removed them when the store clerk tried to scream bloody murder. But she couldn’t make a decent sound after she’d been partially strangled. Her cries came out all choked and raspy.

“Fuckin’ slut!” Rachel snarled as she leaned on the rope again. Toni reached over to help her.

The poor clerk was taken up off the bucket for a second time. She gawked as the noose took her weight once again. Her feet fluttered in vain for the bucket standing several inches below her.

Her eyes got big as she choked and gurgled. Then she started kicking again. Her legs went flying everywhere as she gagged and grunted.

End part 1

2013; 2021 (written Mar 12 ’13; ed. Oct 8 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (7)

Posted on June 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming July rewards

A celebrity tries Victor’s guillotine

Four minutes for free

The Forest Ripper

Santamos Island birthday

A night of hangings

Heat of the moment

A couple of shorts

Latex and nooses 3

Guillotine night at the club

AF’s Bad Dreams

Executing the infidel

Payback time

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

Mom has gotten some much-needed help this month with her back. As a result, she is moving around much, much better. Now she gets up with a lot less pain, although she wisely avoids the sofa. But her car is acting up again. There is a concern that mice have been nibbling on the wires in her engine once more. She’s been having mouse problems for a while now, but I hear she’s not the only one having issues with them little critters around here. And to add to all that, we had a wicked hail storm a couple weeks ago. There was a lot of damage, and it shredded some corn fields and the leaves off a lot of trees.

I guess I’ve finally reached “that age”. I don’t know what age it is supposed to be, but for me it means I’ll be going in to have cataract surgery at the end of this month. Mom had that done about twenty years ago, and said it was no big deal. And of course, 20 years of medical advances means mine will no doubt be even less of a hassle. It sounds like I’ll be spending more time doing paperwork and waiting than the time of the actual surgery.

Since I don’t know how my eyes will be affected, I plan on having next month’s stories uploaded in advance before I go in for surgery. Patreon has a nice feature where I can make uploads and then schedule them to pop out on certain dates. That way I don’t forget my uploads. And at my age I’ve noticed my “forgetter” has been acting up a lot more than it used to. So my goal is to get all the stories uploaded around the end of the month so you will get them in a timely manner on the dates I schedule.

June’s been a crazy, crazy month; hasn’t it? It sure feels like something big is coming, doesn’t it? I hope all of you are doing well. I’m so very appreciative of all of you. Please take real good care of yourselves and your families. And thank you so very, very much for being my patrons.

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The widow 3.9 (35)

Posted on June 23, 2025 by riwa

I first met Mr. and Mrs. Baker when I was contracted to mow their lawn. They had a rather large one, which took me three hours to mow. It also had an in-ground pool in the back yard.

I often saw them sipping drinks on the patio while they were watching me. Several times, I saw Mrs. Baker in the water. She usually wore an attractive bikini whenever she was swimming.

After a while, I got to know them better. Mr. Baker was 57, while Ida was ten years younger. They seemed very loving and affectionate toward each other.

There were times when they invited me to come swim in their pool. At first, I turned them down, feeling a bit uncomfortable. But Ida explained that it was only good manners to accept their offer and to come enjoy their pool every once in a while. So I began bringing my suit over and going for a swim a couple times a month, usually right after I had finished mowing their lawn

When Mr. Baker was 58, he suffered a heart attack and a partial stroke. He could not get around nearly as much as he used to. But he was still attentive to his wife, at least as much as was possible in his condition.

One day after mowing their lawn, I found myself sitting in a chair at the patio table in my suit. I was enjoying a beer with Myron as Mrs. Baker used the pool.

We watched as she did a lot of submerging and breath-holding. She was still quite attractive, looking as though she was only in her mid to late 30’s. That yellow bikini of hers certainly had a disturbing effect on me.

Myron finally leaned over and smiled as he told me, “She fancies you; did you know that?”

I was taken aback. “She does what?”

“She really likes you, Peter. She enjoys watching you when you’re in the water. She finds you charming and handsome.”

I blushed as I told him, “Mr. Baker, I’m shocked! I didn’t mean to, uh…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it son,” he said with a dismissive wave. “I can’t please her like I used to. I know I don’t have much longer for this earth. So I told her to feel free to take on the occasional lover.” Damn; was he referring to me now??

I watched as she turned and smiled at us. Then she submerged in a small cloud of bubbles. That’s when I told him, “Really, Mr. Baker? I thought she loved you.”

“Oh she does, son; she really does. But she still has needs this body of mine can no longer fulfill. Hell, just watching her swim in the nude gets this old ticker to beating much faster than it’s supposed to.”

So she swam in the nude a lot; eh? That piece of info did me no favors at all.

I shook my head as she rolled over onto her back along the bottom. Bubbles came up out of her nose. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. I had to make myself not develop a mental picture her in the nude.

“Our kids have grown and moved away,” he went on with sadness. “They now have jobs and kids of their own. We don’t see them nearly as often as we’d like. Maybe that’s why we enjoy having you come mow our lawn and visit every week. I originally built the pool for them. But Ida’s the only one who uses it now… well, you and Ida, and the occasional young man she brings over. So we’re grateful for the time you spend with us.”

There was so much about them I hadn’t known before now. So I just smiled and nodded. I was glad I could bring a small amount of pleasantness into their lives.

I checked my watch and realized I needed to be getting to my next yard. I thanked him for the beer. Then I stood up and said my goodbyes to Ida once she’d surfaced before leaving.

I had no idea that would be the last time I would ever see or speak to Myron…

—

That fall I went to the funeral and said my goodbyes. Then I hugged Mrs. Baker. I told her if there was anything I could do, not to hesitate to call. She just nodded with tears in her eyes.

—

Next spring I was back to mowing her yard. But she wasn’t quite the same. Myron’s death had hit her pretty hard.

One day I stayed to visit with her after finishing her lawn. She sighed as she looked at the pool. There was no breeze; not a single ripple caressed the surface.

“I don’t swim like I used to,” she said in the direction of the water. “I just don’t have the desire anymore. It’s been so hard now that Myron’s gone.”

“He once told me you… that you found other ways to, uh… to enjoy life…” I wanted to encourage her, but I didn’t know how to phrase that particular part of her life.

She sighed. “I… I haven’t in a long time. I mean… I don’t know…”

“Is there anything I can do, Mrs. Baker? Anything at all? Would it help if I swam with you in the pool for a few minutes?”

I saw a flicker of life in her pupils. She seemed astonished I would even offer something like that. “Would you, Peter? Would you really? I got the impression that you… that you didn’t want… didn’t want to swim with me.”

“It was hard for me back then, Mrs. Baker… especially with your husband watching. I didn’t think it would be respectful. But I did enjoy seeing you in the water. I know Myron sure did.”

“You did?” Her eyes brightened even more.

I looked at my watch and saw it was getting late. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Baker. I need to get going so I can finish the rest of my lawns for the day. When would you like me to come back and swim with you?”

Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when she replied, “Would tonight be too soon?”

She seemed so hopeful that I didn’t want to disappoint her. So I told her, “Not at all, Mrs. Baker. I can come back tonight.”

We stood up and hugged. I told her I’d be back as soon as my lawns were done. She seemed much more cheerful when I left.

—

She was waiting for me out in the backyard when I arrived. She was wearing a yellow bikini I’d seen many times before. It caused a rather unintended reaction on a certain part of my body.

“Good choice, Mrs. Baker,” I said with a smile as I walked up to her.

“What did you bring to wear, Peter?” she asked in reply. “Nothing, I hope.” Her remark made my dick stir even more in my shorts.

“Your husband told me you enjoyed watching me swim, Mrs. Baker. So I brought my baggy green trunks…”

“Oh those things?” she interrupted with a heavy sigh and a dismissive wave.

“Well… I also brought these.”

I blushed as I pulled out a pair of red speedos. The idea of wearing them around her was a little embarrassing. But I was resigned to putting them on for her, so long as it cheered her up.

Her face brightened immediately. “Good choice, Peter. If I can’t have you naked, those will do just fine. You can change inside in the guest bathroom.”

I felt my cock stirring as I went in to change. I mentally told myself to try and behave. After all, I was just here to cheer up Mrs. Baker. But despite her age, she still looked quite attractive in that yellow bikini.

She was in the water when I emerged from the house. She eyed me the whole time as I walked over and climbed onto the diving board. I felt like a gazelle under the watchful eye of a lioness.

I dove in and swam up to her. “Wonderful choice, Peter!” she panted. “You have no idea what that suit’s doing to me right now.”

“I can imagine,” I replied without even considering how those words might come across.

“Oh, can you now?”

She playfully submerged, only to run a hand across my crotch. My cock twitched at her caress. She came up and smiled, which did my heart good to see her playful expression.

We dove to the bottom together. Then we started swimming along the floor of the pool. Our hands reached out and caressed each other’s body as we passed by.

We surfaced together, panting for breath. She finally exhaled with a happy sigh. “Oh, Peter; it’s been so long. You make me feel alive again. The attention from a young man is wonderful!”

I blushed before we submerged again, bottoming out while holding hands as we faced each other. Then we embraced. She humped my growing bulge, and I blushed even more. By now I was so aroused that I was sure she’d noticed.

We parted and swam around each other again, our hands reaching out to caress each other as we swam on by. We finally surfaced and gasped for breath. That’s when she climbed into my lap.

We filled our lungs and submerged together, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. She gently humped my growing bulge until I was nice and stiff. Then she kissed me.

It was incredibly erotic. But I was quickly reminded of the fact she was supposedly still in mourning. I didn’t want to take advantage of that fact.

We pulled apart and swam around the bottom again. Once more, we got rather handsy with each other. Then we surfaced together.

She came over, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Then she pulled back, panting breathlessly. “Oh, Peter. I’ve needed this for so long.”

It occurred to me this could quickly get out of hand if I wasn’t careful. How was I to gently explain my concerns to her?

“Mrs. Baker, I… I don’t want to… I mean… I shouldn’t, uh… take advantage… ”

She paused to look at me curiously as we tread water. Then she reached out and found my bulge, causing me to twitch at her touch. She smiled as she replied, “But you want to; is that it?”

“Mrs. Baker… Ida… I just want to, uh… treat you with respect.”

“Myron told me about that discussion you two had while I was in the pool… that he knew I fancied you. Do you remember that?”

I blushed again as I replied, “Vividly.”

Her eyes twinkled with amusement as we moved over by the ladder. Then she hesitantly asked, “Can I… can I show you something, Peter?”

“Anything you want.”

She smiled as she reached back and unclasped her bikini top. It fell off her arms and drifted in the water. Then she smiled hesitantly as though waiting for me to make the next move.

I moved close and submerged, taking a nipple in my mouth. I gently sucked as I caressed her other mound, figuring she would like that. I heard a sigh up at the surface before she submerged with me.

I worked on both nipples, licking and sucking. She moaned up bubbles. Then we kissed each other deeply, bubbles escaping through our pursed lips.

We drifted up until our heads emerged. She panted, “Gawd; I’ve needed that for so long! Now can I show you something else?”

“Anything you want, Ida.”

She smiled as she slowly worked her bikini bottoms down her legs. They came off her feet and also drifted away. I noticed she kept her crotch neatly trimmed after all these years.

I can recognize an invitation when I see one. So I submerged and parted her legs. I pulled her under so she’d have to hold her breath right along with me. Then I moved my head between her thighs and started to lick.

She let out little bubbly grunts and cries. I felt her stiffen a couple of times as she humped against my face. It pleased me to know I was making her feel good. It was also an incredible turn-on.

I let her go and we surfaced together. She panted, “Oh gawd! I haven’t experienced that in… ages!”

She inhaled deeply before she submerged again. I followed her down toward the bottom of her pool. When I got close, I grabbed her, spread her legs, and then worked on her slit again while reaching up to grope and fondle her breasts.

She went over backwards until she was virtually horizontal in the middle of the deep end. I gave it my very best effort, as I really wanted to please her. Her legs wrapped around me, trying to hold my head in place. She moaned and grunted as she humped my face.

We stayed at it for as long as our lungs held out. Then we surfaced for another breath. She came up panting like crazy.

I got her to turn around and float face down at the surface. Then I submerged between her legs and went to work again. My hands found her hanging mounds underneath her body, and I caressed and massaged them as I worked on her slit with my tongue.

She moaned and bubbled as she reached below to hold my hands up against her breasts. I licked and tongued until she clenched and stiffened. Then I heard a bubbly cry as she shuddered a little.

We both went upright, treading water at the surface to catch our breath. Ida came close and kissed me passionately. When we pulled apart, she sighed, “Thank you, Peter. I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”

She reached down and checked my speedos to see how aroused I’d become. It was more than a little obvious. Then she smiled as she told me, “Now it’s your turn to show ME something, Peter. Is that ok with you?”

I smiled as I replied, “Anything you want, Ida.” That’s when she filled her lungs and submerged.

She grabbed my speedos and fought to get them down off my legs, pulling me down in the process. My cock sprang hard and free as we neared the bottom of the pool. She grabbed it and began kissing, licking and stroking it before hungrily putting it into her mouth.

She was incredibly talented. Of course, a woman with her years probably had a lot of experience. It felt absolutely wonderful.

She sucked for as long as her lungs held out. Then we both surfaced again. “Gawd, Peter; you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to you! Now let’s get back to the bottom!”

We headed back down until I reached the pool floor first. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and sucked, the two of us floating horizontally. She gobbled me down as we drifted in place.

We were starting to rise back up when I released some air. That helped us drift downward. Ida sucked my cock like she was a slut in her early twenties.

She lost little spurts of air out past her lips. It was incredibly erotic the way she took me deep into her mouth. She sure tried to swallow a lot of me.

She finally came off and headed for the surface. I followed her up, hoping she was doing ok. For the moment, I seemed to be holding my breath longer than she was.

Our heads emerged, and we gasped for breath. “Oh, Peter!” she panted. “Gawd, you… you have no idea… I’ve been so lonely that I… let’s go down again!”

She smiled as she grabbed my dick. I gave one of her breasts a healthy grope. Then we both took deep breaths before submerging.

When I reached the bottom, I got my legs underneath me as I stood upright. Mrs. Baker bent over as her feet came in contact with the pool floor. Then she really started sucking.

I held her hands at my sides to help steady her, releasing enough air to make myself neutrally buoyant. She took me deep, eased off, and then took me deep again. Sexy bubbles came out around my cock between her lips.

For a while there, I thought I was going to be able to hold off. But she cupped my balls with one hand, massaging them as she gobbled me deeper. It felt like my cock hit the back of her throat. That’s what did it.

My release rose up within me until I was spurting into her mouth. It felt as though I was shooting load after load. I don’t think I’ve ever given anyone that much cum during a blowjob before.

She never once took me out of her mouth. Instead, she appeared to swallow it all. A wisp of my cream did slip out past her lips. Then she pulled away and headed for the surface.

I followed her up until our heads popped up and we gasped for breath. I admiringly panted, “Ida, that was incredible! I had no idea!”

She gave me a sly smile as she replied, “We didn’t put the pool in just for the kids, you know. We did quite a few… interesting things in it, Peter. And Myron probably told you there was a time or two when I brought someone over for a swim during his health issues and did things like… well… like what we’re doing now.”

I smiled as I nodded, “Yeah, Myron kinda mentioned something like that.”

Her smile faded, and she became a little wistful. “He was concerned about making sure my needs were being met. At the time, I didn’t think I had that much desire for any kind of sexual activity. But he was incapacitated… and he was so loving and encouraging that I… well… I found time for a couple of encounters. But I just couldn’t make myself do it all that much.”

I smiled at her. She gave me a quick kiss. Then she told me, “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you? Myron said I should have gone for it some time ago. But he also said you might not have felt comfortable about it… respecting our marriage and all.”

“Back then, I don’t think I could have, Ida… God rest his soul.”

She checked my cock again. It was at half-staff. She smiled as she told me, “Peter, can I show you something else? This is something I’ve really wanted to do for you for a long time now.”

I was enjoying the things she was “showing me”. So I told her, “Sure, Ida. Show me anything you’d like.”

She motioned… “Stay right here.”

She took a deep breath and submerged. Ida made it all the way to the pool floor. She hooked the bottom of the ladder with one foot. Then incredibly, she started masturbating right there below me.

I watched as she played with her breasts while working her crotch. She smiled up at me, and I smiled back at her. I could tell she’d done this many times before, judging from how well she stayed down and how much she was enjoying herself.

She really threw herself into it. Had she stopped enjoying herself right after Myron died? Was this the first time after his passing that she’d submerged to touch herself like that?

My cock started to stiffen again. She smiled as she touched herself even more. Was she doing it for me or for herself? Maybe it really didn’t matter.

She amazed me by staying down for a long time. Ida’s chest started heaving a little, and bubbles began spewing out of her mouth. Then she rose up, got her legs underneath her, and shot up to the surface.

She burst up panting loudly for breath. Then she gasped, “What do you think? Did little Peter like that?”

She reached out and grabbed my erection, confirming how hard I’d become. I smiled as I replied, “What do you think?”

“I think he did.” Then she chuckled as she filled her lungs and submerged.

She swam all the way back down to the pool floor. Once more, Ida hooked her foot around the bottom rung of the ladder. Then she began masturbating again.

I filled my lungs and submerged, my cock stiff again. I stood upright as I grabbed the ladder to help myself stay down. Then I smiled at her as I joined her by stroking myself.

She reached up with one foot and touched my erection. Then she brought up her other foot. She held my cock between the soles of her feet, fingering herself while groping one of her breasts as she released a few bubbles. It was such an incredible turn-on.

I watched as she began to struggle to hold her breath. Seeing her chest heave as she lost even more of the air in her lungs was quite erotic. Then she headed for the surface.

I headed up with her until we burst up gasping for breath. “Oh Peter!” she panted excitedly. “Now I really want to show you something!”

I smiled as I asked, “What do you want to show me this time?”

“This,” she replied as she climbed into my lap, impaling herself on my erection.

We both took a deep breath. Then we submerged together. We used the ladder to work our way down toward the bottom of her pool.

She embraced me, kissing me fiercely. I was left holding onto the ladder to help keep us down. Enough bubbles slipped out of our noses until it was no longer necessary.

We just stayed like that for the longest time, our lips pressed together. It felt as though she was tongue-fucking me. I responded in kind, and more bubbles were released as we moaned.

There wasn’t much movement. It was as though we were simply trying to see how long we could hold our breath while I was inside her. Occasionally I felt her clench, and I would respond with the smallest of thrusts.

She reached the point where she was struggling to hold her breath again. It turned me on so much that I stiffened even more inside her, if that were possible. She started to ride me, and I returned the favor by thrusting in and out of her a little harder.

She began losing more air as her chest heaved. I grabbed her ass with both hands as I thrust into her. She really moaned and bubbled.

I finally grabbed the ladder and worked us back to the surface. I was still inside her when our heads emerged. “That was a long one!” she panted breathlessly. “Gawd; I think you liked that too!”

“I did,” I replied with a silly grin.

Her eyes twinkled merrily. “What? The way I rode your cock? Or the way I struggled to hold my breath?”

“Well, I…”

“That’s what I thought. Deep breath, Peter!”

We both inhaled deeply. Then she wrapped her arms around me as I worked us down the ladder. This time, she started riding me more aggressively.

We reached the bottom with her in my lap. She squeezed me as she rode me, and I thrust in and out of her in return. We tongue-fucked each other as we grunted our pleasure.

Bubbles came out of our noses as we fucked at the bottom of her pool. Had she really done this type of thing with Myron all those years? It was kind of a thrill, knowing she’d wanted me in a similar manner. Now her fantasy had become a reality. I know I was certainly enjoying myself.

I noticed when her chest started heaving again. I started to work her up, only for her to grab a rung and stop me. She grunted and bubbled as she rode me enthusiastically.

I thrust harder, shamefully enjoying how hard she was pushing her limits. There was a sudden burst of air out of her mouth. Then she broke away and shot up to the surface.

I followed her up, panting heavily for breath. Little Peter was disappointed he hadn’t gotten to cum inside her just yet. But I suspected it wouldn’t be much longer, at least not at the rate we were enjoying each other.

We were up at the surface for a couple of minutes. “Now I’ve got something else I want to show you and Little Peter,” Ida said with a seductive grin. Then she filled her lungs and submerged.

I saw her swim down to the bottom of the pool. She stood on her feet next to the ladder. Then she bent over at the waist before looking up at me. Clearly, it was another invitation.

I filled my lungs to capacity before submerging to join her. I reached the bottom and entered her from behind. Then I started thrusting.

Ida grunted and bubbled with each thrust. I could feel her womanhood clenching hungrily around my quivering pole. Then she stretched her arms behind her.

I grabbed her wrists for support. Then I really started thrusting into her. She moaned, “Oh, Peter!” as her body shook, her breasts wobbling sexily as they hung beneath her.

She surprised me by staying down longer than I’d anticipated. So I tried to take my time while enjoying her. She seemed to love the way I was holding onto her while thrusting in and out.

She lost a burst of bubbles before disengaging. I followed her up until we burst up gasping for breath. Then she climbed into my lap, once more impaling herself on my dick.

I tried to hold off because I wanted it to last. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Then she panted, “I can’t believe it! I thought it had left me! Peter, you’re helping to bring it all back. Now let’s swim back down so you can take me from behind like you really want me.”

We both inhaled deeply. Then we submerged to swim down to the pool floor. Ida grabbed the ladder and bent over at the waist, once more offering herself to me.

For a second time, I pushed my way into her from behind. Then I grabbed her wrists for leverage. I pumped her nice and slow, enjoying how good it felt while she moaned and bubbled.

We were down for quite a while. I think it was one of our longer breath-holds. Maybe it was because of the way we were enjoying each other.

We finally disengaged and headed for the surface. We burst up gasping like crazy. “Peter, I felt you stiffen inside me every time I grunted or bubbled. And you stiffened inside me when I was struggling to hold my breath before we surfaced. Do you like it when I struggle?”

“Mrs. Baker… Ida…” Then I blushed as I added, “Maybe a little.”

“Myron was the same way,” she panted as she stroked me, making sure I didn’t soften. “We used to have so much fun that I…”

She paused, becoming a little wistful again. Had our conversation brought up a painful memory?

“Peter, I’m so close that I think I’m ready. This time, I want to stay down until we both cum. Is that ok with you?”

“Of course,” I replied. “But what if you run out of breath first?”

She gave me a sly smile as she said, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you a signal.”

“What signal?”

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t miss it. Are you ready, Peter?”

I nodded, and we both took long, deep breaths. Then we submerged and swam down to the bottom.

I was standing on the bottom when she changed positions on me. She climbed into my lap and impaled herself. Then she went over backwards.

I felt her clench around my manhood inside her. It caused me to thrust in and out. I heard a bubbly “Fuck me, Peter!” So I thrust harder in and out of her.

She slid a hand down and began working her nub. She rode me harder as she bubbled, “Fuck me, Peter!” Then she closed her eyes as though concentrating on how good it felt.

She released bubbles until there was no way we were going to drift upward. She kept grunting as she thrust against me. She winced as she bubbled, “FUCK ME, PETER!” Then she really worked her nub.

I threw all caution to the wind and started to hammer her. She bubbled out, “Yes – yes – YES!” She was so enthusiastic that I could hold back no longer.

My balls swelled until I was shooting load after load deep inside her. She let out a bubbly cry as she began to shudder. I thought her lungs were straining, but it certainly looked as though she was cumming.

I heard a bubbly “FUCK!”, which was immediately followed by a flush of bubbles. Then she really started to go into spasms. It was so damned erotic that I kept pumping inside her as she milked me dry.

For a brief moment, it looked as though she was drowning. It was incredibly erotic. Then she sort of went limp in my grasp and…

Oh fuck, she really WAS drowning!

It took a couple of moments to pull out of her as she was still clenching tightly around my shaft. Then I hurried her up to the surface. She was still limp, and she didn’t move or release a single bubble.

Arousal gave way to fright as I hefted her up against the edge of the pool, on the verge of lifting her out of the water. Maybe it jarred her, because water came spewing out of her mouth. A moment later, she started coughing.

“Mrs. Baker…Ida?? What the hell was that? I didn’t see a signal!”

Her coughing died off, and she took a deep breath. She finally replied, “Yes you did… my dear boy.” She had a faraway look in her eyes.

“What signal, Ida?”

“Me pretending to swallow water. Well, this time I wasn’t pretending so much.”

“Ida, are you crazy?”

She thought about it for a long moment. “You know? I really don’t know how to answer that one, Peter.”

“Were you trying to be erotic? Or were you trying to pull some damned stunt to reunite with Myron?”

She lowered her head. “I think that part did cross my mind a little, Peter, if I was to be perfectly honest with myself. But I did it mostly for you… and for myself. Myron didn’t let me pull that stunt in the pool very often, especially since I usually did end up accidentally swallowing a little water now and then.”

“And for damn good reason, Ida!”

“Oh, Peter. I’m sorry I scared you. Maybe I was thinking of Myron. Maybe I was so excited being here with you that I wanted to… well… you know.”

“Are you going to be all right?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve never felt better, Peter. I think you brought something out in me tonight.”

“Well, maybe I’d better take you into the house and put you to bed, just to be on the safe side.”

“Ok – ok; I know when I’ve been a bad girl. I’m sorry, Peter. But I did enjoy it. And I hope you enjoyed it too.”

“I… well, I…” Now it was my turn to lower my head and blush.

She just chuckled. It was good to hear how amused she was. I was glad to see her happy for a change.

I smiled as I told her, “No more drowning tonight. Let’s get you out of the pool and into the house.” She just chuckled again.

We both got out of the water and dried off. Then I gallantly picked her up and carried her inside. But I could not help wondering if tonight was going to be a one-off event in her pool, or if it might prove to be the first of many more such encounters.

2022 (written Sep 16 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s renders.)

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