I told Maxine I’d be late. But I didn’t know how desperate she was for sex with a shemale like me. She must have wanted that orgasm real bad.
Imagine my shock at what I found when I arrived. I found Maxine already strung up against her door. She had a rope around her neck, and she was looking up with a vacant expression in her eyes.
Her arms hung limp at her sides. Her panties had been partially pulled down her legs. One of her vibrating toys was lying on the floor nearby.
I walked up to her, certain she was gone. Then her arm twitched. I grabbed her and lifted her up so the rope wasn’t cutting into her neck quite so much.
A little bit of color returned. She blinked as she rasped for breath. I told her, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
She tried to speak, but could only mouth a few words. I curiously looked down at her toy. Smiling inwardly, I reached down to finger her. She was wet as hell.
I was angry with her for being so stupid. I was also incredibly aroused, my clitty stiff and straining in my skirt. Who was I to stop her crazy game??
I angrily told her, “So you want to kill yourself, eh? Well go right ahead! Don’t let me stop you!”
I let go of her, returning the strain of the rope to her throat. The redness in her face returned. That’s when she started rasping for breath.
She reached up to loosen the rope around her neck. Then she reached down and touched her wet crotch. She finally sagged until her arms hung loosely at her sides.
She hitched as her eyes rolled. It looked like she was cumming hanging limp like that. I just shook my head as I told her, “All this for an orgasm??”
I picked up her silver vibrating toy from off the floor. Then I wrapped an arm around her. I lifted her back up, loosening the rope from around her neck.
The color started returning to her face. She rasped for breath as she tried to cough. “Oh, no,” I told her. “You want to strangle as you get off? That’s fine with me. Besides, I’m more than a little turned on watching you strangle yourself.”
I pushed the toy deep inside her. Then I eased her back down until I was no longer supporting her weight. Once more the rope took up her full weight.
She started rasping again as she hitched and shuddered. I saw her writhing as though she was trying to fuck the toy in her cunt. She went into little spasms, humping with her waist until it looked like she was cumming again.
The toy squirted out of her snatch, right along with some of her fluids. She hung limp again, twitching and shuddering. Her face had returned to that dark red color.
I probably should have stopped her. But I was incredibly aroused. Besides, it would be so easy to tell the cops how I stumbled across her like this.
I groped her breasts, pinching and fondling her nipples. She twitched and jerked as I molested her. Then I thrust my fingers inside, noting the way she clenched around them.
I lifted her up again, working at loosening the rope from around her neck. The dark red in her features began to fade. Her color returned as she rasped for breath.
“So you really want to strangle yourself to death, eh? Ok, Maxine. Let’s go right ahead and see what that looks like.” Then I eased her back down until once more the rope took up her full weight.
She went into spasms as I pulled her panties all the way off. Then I reached over for her toy. I slid it in and out of her cunt, smiling wickedly at her as I purred, “You like that?”
Her pussy clenched as she rasped and shuddered. I could tell she was experiencing yet another orgasm. Did she really want to risk death just for each and every breathless climax? Or had she planned on me being here to spot her so it wouldn’t be quite so risky on her part?
I shook my head as I told her, “You just keep cumming, don’t you? Is it the asphyxia that’s making you so incredibly horny?” By now my “clitty” was hard and throbbing.
I left the toy inside her as I lifted her back up. Once more I loosened the rope from around her neck. She began to rasp for breath as her color returned.
Her arms came up as though she wanted to remove the rope from around her neck. I shook my head as I told her, “Oh no, you don’t.” Then I lowered her back down until the rope bit into her throat again.
Her fingers came up to claw at the coil around her neck as her eyes began to roll. Then she started humping and bucking. She clenched until that damned toy squirted out of her cunt again.
I checked her arrangement with the rope hooked into the door. Then I quickly undressed. I opened the door and caught her as she started to slump.
The color returned to her face again as we both went to the floor. I sat up and helped her straddle me as I impaled her upon my erection. She started coming around as she began breathing again. But I made sure the rope stayed around her throat.
Understanding filled her features. I smiled as I told her, “Oh, no. You wanted to cum as you strangled to death, remember? If you’re going to get yourself off, you might as well get me off too while you’re at it. It’s the least you can do before you kill yourself.”
I pulled on the rope as it looped over the top of the door. Her eyes went wide as she reached up and clawed at it around her neck. Her cunt instinctively milked me as she began hitching and gurgling.
I reached out and groped her breasts with one hand, maintaining the tension in the rope with the other. She clawed at the rope a little more frantically. Then her right hand came down and settled in her crotch as she weakly tried to finger herself.
Her left arm finally dropped away from trying to loosen the rope from around her neck. She hitched and convulsed as she straddled me while riding my cock. She just kept clenching involuntarily around my hard, throbbing shaft until she started to orgasm again.
I shook my head in amazement as I smiled at her. “You just can’t seem to help yourself, can you?” Then I gave her some slack from the rope.
The redness in her face faded. She struggled to get her breath back. Instinctively she reached up for the rope around her throat.
“Oh no,” I told her, shaking my head. “This is your crazy fetish, remember?” Then I pulled hard on the rope.
Her eyes went wide as she rasped for breath. Fingers found the rope and tried to pull it away from her neck. Then she was riding my cock again like a woman possessed.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you? Cock or toy, it makes no difference to me.” That’s when her arms dropped again as she instinctively rode me like a fuck-beast.
Her face had turned red again when I gave her some slack. The redness faded as she rasped once more for breath. She hitched and swayed as though she’d nearly passed out.
I pushed her off me onto the floor, the rope falling away off the top of the door. I got on top of her and slid my “clitty” deep inside her warm wetness. Then I started to thrust.
She became more fully aware as she tried to push me off. I shook my head… “Hunh-unh. You’re the one who wanted this, remember?” Then I wrapped my fingers around her neck and started to squeeze.
Her eyes widened as she tried to claw my hands away. She rasped for breath again as her face turned that nasty shade of red once more. Then her arms sort of fell away in resignation as if to say, “Go ahead. Fuck me as you choke me to death.”
Her cunt clenched instinctively until she milked a cum right out of me. I shot my load deep inside her. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard before passing out.
I figured the best thing to do was to put her back where I found her. She was just starting to come around when I propped her back up against the door with the rope back in place. Her eyes flashed in alarm as she shook her head.
I just smiled as I told her, “This is what you wanted, remember?” Then I let her go. Once more the rope took her full weight.
“Here’s your best pal right now,” I told her, thrusting her toy deep inside her. “Enjoy the orgasms as you strangle to death.”
She gawked as she started to shudder. The redness returned to her face. “Go ahead, Maxine. Finish yourself off. Cum as you strangle yourself to death. I sure won’t stop you.”
Once more her hands rose up to claw at the rope around her throat. She opened her mouth to breathe. I heard the faint sound of air trying to get through a constricted windpipe.
Her arms dropped and hung limp as though she’d become exhausted. I could tell she was humping the toy inside her. I saw the flush of color around her neck as she shuddered while climaxing all over again.
I smiled as I told her, “Feels good, does it? It’s what you wanted; am I right? Here, let me help you.”
Instead of gathering her up in my arms to relieve the strain around her throat, I grabbed the toy sticking out of her cunt. Then I fucked her really hard with it. She shuddered again as more fluid came squirting out.
“Go right ahead, Maxine. I won’t stop you. Go right ahead; cum and die for me.”
She went into spasms as her eyes rolled. She looked like she was humping and shuddering. More fluid came out. Then her bladder released.
She hung there limp, her body twitching. Her toy squeezed out of her cunt yet again. So I grabbed it and thrust it in hard.
Her body responded as though she could still feel it. I thought for sure she had died. There were twitches and shudders as though she was still cumming. Even in death it seemed as though she wanted to keep getting off by strangling herself.
She finally stopped responding altogether. She just hung against the door like I’d found her. I couldn’t tell whether her heart had finally given out or she’d strangled herself to death. At least she got a few good orgasms out of the deal. I know I certainly enjoyed myself.
2019 (written for Terrie Jul 2 ’19; ed. Dec 2 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the picture I included.)