(repost)
I’ve always enjoyed the water. When I was younger, mom used to call me her little angel fish. I would swim in the pool for hours until she finally had to pull me out all wrinkled and pruned.
As I got older I used to pretend a lot. Either I was Esther Williams, the swimmer in all those movies, or I was a mermaid like the one in the Splash movie. I even held my breath in the bathtub just the way Daryl Hannah did! But I much preferred the pool or a pond or a lake somewhere. Even the ocean was preferable to the bathtub, although the bathtub was preferable to nothing at all.
Something changed in my teens because it got to where breath-holding underwater really turned me on. During a really long breath-hold I would get excited, especially since I was pushing myself. Sometimes I would orgasm without even touching myself, especially if I thought I was going to drown.
My fantasies changed and while I was in the water I began to pretend I was some mobster’s secretary who knew too much and had to be eliminated. I would find something heavy to use to help keep me down on the bottom of the pool or pond. Then I would stand with my arms behind my back, bubbling like crazy and pushing my limits until I would cum like gangbusters.
I used to breath-hold a lot for the boys in school. Whenever we were at a place with water I was often challenged into some sort of breath-hold contest. I usually won, especially since I got to where I could stay down for nearly three minutes, sometimes even longer!
The guys watching often got so excited that their dicks would get hard in their swim trunks. That’s when I learned to suck cock. After each long breath-hold I would pick some guy to blow. But I always did it above the water; at least I did in the beginning.
I met Connor during the summer of my junior year. His widower father was rich and owned a pool and a nice deep pond on a 30 acre estate. Connor often forced me into long breath-holds underwater, either in the pool or over in the pond. He discovered that it made me cum a lot, and he liked doing that to me.
It was during my time with Connor that we began experimenting with me being in bondage underwater. He would tie me up in rope, sling a length of it under my arms, put a weight belt around me and then drop me into the water from the diving board. I would wriggle and squirm and bubble like crazy until he would finally pull me up. Afterwards he would make me suck his cock underwater as my way of thanking him for not drowning me.
On my 18th birthday he had a surprise party over at his father’s pond. But the party wasn’t for me. It was for him and his buddies. As it turned out I was the featured attraction.
He tied me up, wrapped a weight belt around my waist, tied that rope under my arms and then pushed me off the dock into the pond. He made me hold my breath for so long I thought my lungs were going to burst! All of the guys watching ended up with tenting trunks.
Connor pulled me back up and then told all the guys that I was his blow-fish. He said I had great lungs and could suck any cock underwater and get a guy off before I drowned myself. Then he put me to the test.
His friends came up one by one, lowering themselves into the water with their hard cocks so I had to blow each one under the surface. I had to swallow each mouthful before I was allowed back up for a breath. I was so turned on that I came more than once, often at the same time some guy was shooting his load into my mouth.
When everyone was done Connor announced that he was now going to let me drown, right in front of those enthusiastic bastards! He dropped me back into the water all tied up, although he hung onto the rope that went through my arms. I was so excited that I think he could have let me drown and I wouldn’t have cared!
He pulled me up after four minutes, telling the guys that was my best time ever underwater. I was coughing and sputtering, almost wishing he would have left me down on the bottom of the pond. Then he made me suck all those cocks again before calling it a night. I swear it was the best present a guy could have ever given an aquaphile like me on her 18th birthday.
After graduating high school I moved in with Connor in his father’s basement. Everyone knew I lived there and that I was his personal blow-fish. Almost every day he had me doing something out in the pool or down in the pond on his father’s property.
Sometimes we were alone, Connor brutally fucking my face as he forced me under for ages. Sometimes his buddies were there watching to see if he might actually let me drown. Naturally they all got blowjobs either above or below the water as Connor shared me with everyone! But sometimes it was a private show just for his father! I don’t know how many times I blew his old man underwater, my lungs screaming at me as I came buckets!
He kept threatening he would drown me someday and for the longest time I’m not sure I cared. Life underwater was just too damned erotic, and I always had these images of ending up a sexy looking corpse in his pool while a bunch of his buddies watched and wanked off, giving me a cum salute. It always got me all hot and bothered thinking about such things.
After a few years our relationship changed. Maybe it was because his father got married; maybe it was because he was seeing this new girl. I know his step-mother sure stuck her nose up at me because of the way I loved to “drown” and put on a show for all of his buddies.
After Connor and his dad gave me some money and sent me away, one of the girls who’d been coming to his shows met up with me and took me in. Thalia was a dominant, full-on lesbian, and she was quite taken with my petite little figure. She also thought I was sexy as hell, especially when I was struggling to hold my breath while bubbling underwater.
The only pool within easy driving distance was a public pool, not particularly useful for drowning and cock-sucking shows. There was a lake two hours away and the ocean another hour and a half. So for the time being we improvised.
Thalia had this nice Jacuzzi tub in her bathroom. It wasn’t quite big enough for two women to stretch out in, but there was more than enough room for me, especially when she straddled me. She dunked me mercilessly, forcing me to hold my breath for long periods of time. Often I was forced to eat her pussy as she sat on my head in the tub, pushing my limits as she came all over my face until I would damn near drown.
She helped me get a job and for the next year and a half I became Thalia’s blow-fish, mostly because I usually ended up blowing bubbles into her pussy as she sat on my face in the tub. But I still had a craving for sucking cock underwater and for performing at some “drowning” shows. Thalia recognized my need, and about once a month she attempted to do something about it.
We took trips to the lake or to the ocean so I could swim unhindered. Frequently she took some rope and hog-tie equipment along so she could tie me up and have me put on a little performance for anyone who was around and who wanted to watch a blow-fish holding her breath underwater. I always looked forward to these trips, enjoying the ability to swim freely and then be dominated by Thalia and her rope.
During these times I sometimes got to satisfy my cock cravings. She had such faith in my sucking abilities that she would have challenges where I would suck cock while tied up underwater holding my breath. These became quite popular and she often put up little signs inviting the folks to come witness her blow-fish.
Personally I think a lot of guys attended these things just to see if I would drown. Every time I got into a situation where I was sucking, the rest of the audience would encourage the guy to hold off shooting his load just to watch me suck water and drown. I found that terribly exciting, and I often hoped I would run into the one guy who would drown me that way.
Thalia always tried to gauge how long a guy might take to cum so I wouldn’t end up drowning over some bastard who could hold off longer than 3-4 minutes. One time she miscalculated and I came across a challenge from a guy with a seven inch member. I willingly went under and really gave him my best performance. But somehow he kept holding off.
I passed three minutes and was well on my way to four when I realized this might be the guy I wouldn’t survive. I got terribly excited as my stomach knotted up, imagining myself drifting on the sandy bottom with the guy’s cum swirling out of my opened mouth. But I redoubled my efforts, grunting like crazy as I sucked him off.
I kept hearing cries of “Drown the blow-fish!” and I got myself all worked up. My lungs were on fire as I pushed past four minutes. I half expected Thalia to pull me up but she didn’t. I wondered if she thought both her reputation and mine were on the line.
My lungs were on fire and I was on my last legs when my climax caught me unexpectedly. I was so sure I was going to drown that I had a massive orgasm with his cock still thrusting in my mouth. I blew the rest of my breath away as my body shuddered. I was helpless and I was sure I was going to drown.
I suddenly heard this grunt as his cock exploded in my mouth. He looked down at me in surprise like he didn’t expect to cum so soon. I got a mouthful of his tasty cum before Thalia hastily pulled me up. To this day I still think it was my near-drowning orgasm that set him off.
Thalia was a lot more careful after that. I ended up spending less time doing shows and more time free diving off the deck of some small watercraft. I loved to swim all the way down to the ocean floor and then mess around along the sandy bottom which was usually 25-30 feet down.
One day when we’d managed to rent a boat for a two hour trip on the ocean, we ran across some divers in wetsuits. I was showing off and I did several dives near them, smiling and blowing bubbles while wondering if any one of them wanted a blow-fish to play with. When I finally surfaced and swam to the boat, a couple of them came over to talk to us.
They said they knew an underwater photographer who was looking for some models to film. They said I really looked comfortable underwater and that I had a rather attractive figure. Thalia wanted more information, so we scheduled an appointment to see him while we were in town.
We found out he was a pretty well known underwater photographer who took great pictures and had a really good safety record with his models. But he told us he was interested in looking for someone who could pose with the sharks. He said the sharks wouldn’t bother me unless I did something to provoke them or stuck a hand or foot out that looked like something they might find edible.
Thalia wasn’t sure about the whole thing until we found out what it would pay. The money was good, but naturally I was already more than a little interested. My fetish had returned with a vengeance, and all it took was imagining drowning with the sharks for me to agree to his proposition.
Our first shoot was on the bow of some wreck that had been down for ages. I knelt on the bow in some white outfit while he took pictures. There were two safety divers down with me, one of whom always had a regulator on a pole ready to reach out to me within a second’s notice.
There were sharks all around but for some reason they didn’t really bother us. I thought of them as ‘curiously bored’, sometimes swimming close but usually darting away before they could come within arm’s length. I made it a point not to offer an arm or foot to them and my confidence grew.
We went back down for a second shoot and I wore some white, flimsy fishnet thing that didn’t cover me up much. I stood on the bow as the sharks swam around me while he took picture after picture. I got more confident between breaths of air, and I swear I was going nearly two minutes each time before the diver would push the reg on the pole in my face.
He instantly fell in love with how comfortable I looked underwater. Thalia was impressed as well, and she beamed with pride at how I adapted to those sharks endlessly circling around us. When we got back to the boat I was quickly scheduled for a return visit.
As it turned out, I LOVED being a mermaid among the sharks! The photographer ended up taking many pictures of me kneeling on the sand in something white and flimsy while sharks circled all around me. I got to where I felt they actually considered me a part of their world. It fueled my ongoing desire to be underwater, and I always looked forward to each modeling trip.
We got several shots of me on the bottom, stretching out and posing as the sharks swarmed by. There were times when my heart rate spiked whenever a particularly large swarm circled curiously around me. But it always made me so hot being down among them, knowing all I had between me and the surface or me and the safety diver stationed just out of the frame was the air in my lungs.
The more confident I became, the more my photographer experimented with different poses. The ones I loved were the ones where I was anxiously looking up at the surface, wondering how I was ever going to survive the swim to reach my next breath. Whenever I wore nothing but that sexy white, clingy fishnet outfit while looking up at the surface it always got my juices flowing.
It wasn’t long until I became known as “shark-girl”, and I wore the moniker proudly. I even got to do some sexy shows where I would go down to the bottom while some tourists would watch in the safe confines of a shark cage. Tourists are unpredictable and it was decided to cage them as it was better to be safe than sorry.
I put on some naked shows for those in the shark cage while my photographer got his shots. It always left them in utter amazement when I knelt naked on the sandy bottom, playfully covering myself whenever a shark passed by. They would point at me and bubble as I held my breath for the longest time, letting my photographer get shot after shot of me as I kept shifting my poses for the camera.
They must have thought I was crazy, but by then I was comfortable with the dangers. I knew better than to stick my hands and feet out, especially when the sharks were close by. It’s like the saying goes…”Please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times!”
What I loved the most was when I was posing near this large anchor, totally nude. I always got a little weight to slip around my calf to help keep me from moving around too much. I was the star attraction anytime anyone was watching from the shark cage, and I frequently posed just for them as the sharks circled me.
I’ve come a long way from angel fish to blow-fish to shark-girl. I enjoy what I do, but I know it won’t last forever. I think about getting older, and I have the occasional urge to end up a corpse on the ocean floor for the sharks to swim around for all eternity. But the urge is fleeting and it usually passes.
Sometimes I’m tempted to drown for those people watching in that shark cage, just to give them a memory to last forever. But those thoughts are not as strong as they once were. Besides, my safety divers would never allow it. So I’ll just keep going out for photos and to entertain the tourists until my time is done.
After all, “shark-girl” is needed for another performance, and the show must go on…
© 2011; 2015
(written for Diane Jan 13 ’11 by riwa)
(Pictures added for illustration purposes only.)