He’s down there waiting for me. I can see the bubbles coming up from his scuba gear.
What was I thinking when I agreed to this? I suppose it was because I let him drown me in the pool last month.
I could tell he wanted to. I was a little drunk, and I kept taunting him, telling him to drown me. I had no idea he would really go through with it!
He was wearing those sexy speedos, and his cock was really noticeable. I could tell how aroused he’d become. I suppose it’s my own fault for always wanting to arouse him.
The more I drunkenly teased him, the more noticeable the bulge in his speedos became. I was intoxicated by the power my words had over him. I told him I was drunk and that I probably wouldn’t be able to hold my breath for very long. So I told him to take his cock out and stroke it as he drowned me.
Can you believe it?? The bastard actually went and done it! He pulled me under and dragged me to the bottom of the pool.
I laughed and bubbled. Of course I didn’t believe he was actually going to do it! Then he pulled his speedos down.
His erection was thick and hard. I couldn’t ever remember seeing it that stiff! Was it all because I’d told him I wanted to drown for him?
He wedged me between his legs. Then he grasped onto my wrists so I couldn’t fight back. It was thrilling the way he held onto me like that.
I decided to play along. So I bulged my cheeks for him. Then I released a few bubbles out of my mouth and nose.
Would you believe it? His dick seemed to get even harder. It was right there in plain view as he pinned me between his legs.
I tried to struggle. But he held me in an iron grip. I tried to grab his dick and stroke him. But he was content to hold me in place and watch me without letting go of my wrists.
I was right, of course. I was so drunk that I really couldn’t hold my breath for very long. Soon, my lungs were screaming at me.
I panicked and changed my mind. I shook my head from side to side. But that didn’t make him let go.
Maybe he thought I was acting. Maybe he thought I was putting on a show. Or maybe he really wanted to drown me!
I felt a surge of panic as my lungs heaved. His cock was right there within view, hard and twitching. I experienced a flurry of mixed emotions, from excitement at seeing his arousal to the fear I was really going to drown.
I suddenly reached that point where I just couldn’t hold my breath anymore. I gulped a mouthful of water that made me convulse painfully. Then I really started thrashing around between his legs.
I began hitching and spasming as I swallowed more pool water. It hurt like hell, but I do remember experiencing an orgasm. Then I remember seeing his cock go off, shooting an unbelievable amount of cum.
It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. But I do remember feeling a strange thrill he was cumming to my drowning. I kept coughing up bubbles until there were hardly any left to cough up.
I went all limp and lifeless between his legs. I was still conscious when he grabbed my head. Then he pushed his cock between my lips. That was such a perverse thrill. It was also the last thing I remember.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself on the side of the pool. My chest and lungs hurt, but I was breathing. I remember being astonished he’d really drowned me. He just smiled as he told me I’d kept asking for it.
A week ago, we had a huge fight. I told him he had to make me cum with his mouth for seven days. If he did, I would let him have my ass once a day for seven days. But if I missed a day, he could drown me again.
I forgot how talented he is with his tongue. For seven days, he made me cum. And I kept up my end of the bargain… until yesterday. I didn’t let him have my ass. Now we’re out here… and he’s about to drown me again!
What the hell was I thinking?? Did I deny him deliberately? Did I want him to drown me again? Maybe I did.
I see bubbles again. Is he getting impatient? I suppose I’d better slide off the end of this boat and get my ass down to him.
I slide off and hit the water feet first. It makes me sink deeper. Gawd; here he comes!
I make a mad dash for the surface as fear and arousal course though my body. He just grabs an ankle and pulls me downward. Now the fear really envelopes me!
He spins me around and tries to cuff my wrists behind my back. I fight him instinctively. But I’m no match for him, and I’m quickly subdued.
He spins me around and shows me his erection. It looks hard and glorious. But a defiant streak comes over me, and I shake my head.
He motions at the regulator in his mouth before pointing at his dick. The message is crystal clear. Suck, or I won’t get any air.
He grabs my head and forces his cock between my lips. I know better than to bite. Then he hits the back of my throat. He wants bubbles, and the best way to get ‘em out of me is to make me gag them up.
My lungs heave, and I start hitching. I’m almost out of breath. Is he going to drown me with his cock between my lips?
At the last second, he pulls my head off his dick. Then he removes his reg and pushes it into my mouth. I think to clear it before breathing. I never knew compressed air could taste so good!
As I catch my breath, he pushes his dick against my anus. I grunt and cry out as I shake my head. He just smiles evilly as he pushes his way inside.
He starts to thrust, pushing in nice and deep. Then he rips the reg out of my mouth. Bubbles come out with it before he puts it back between his lips.
He savagely gropes my tits as he fucks my ass. I’ve never been so frightened… or so horny. I know I deserve this.
Question is: am I going to drown with his cock up my ass? Gawd; he wouldn’t! Still, the thought gives me perversely erotic tingles.
I grunt and moan as he fucks my ass. The surface looks a good twenty or twenty-five feet away. He’s clearly not about to let me go anytime soon.
He fucks the air out of my lungs until my chest starts to ache. Then he begins flicking my bean with his finger. Gawd no; not that??!!
My arousal intensifies as he pumps pleasure into my ass and into my swollen nub. Gawd; the bastard is going to make me cum as I drown! It’s both frightening and thrilling.
He removes the reg, giving me hope I’ll get another reprieve. Instead, he purges it into my crotch. He flicks my bean until it overwhelms me.
I tip my head back and scream my breath away as I violently clench around the cock in my ass. Then I gurgle as I swallow water. A moment later, I find myself cumming and drowning.
There’s fear and excitement as my lungs keep trying to pull water down my windpipe. I can feel how hard he is in my ass. Then I feel the sensation of him filling me with his seed.
I cum again as I drown painfully, my body instinctively trying to milk all his cream out of his balls. I feel so full down there as he keeps pumping me. I hitch and gurgle until my struggles lesson.
I’m gently hitching as he pulls me off his dick. Then he pushes his erection into my mouth. It easily hits the back of my throat.
I shudder from one last conscious orgasmic discharge. Then I’m aware of nothing at all. The bastard did it to me again…
When I awaken, we’re back on board the boat. The cuffs are no longer on my wrists. He just smiles as he shakes his head.
“Don’t you think you should quit while you’re ahead?”
“You bastard! That’s gonna cost you! Now I expect you to make me cum every day for two weeks straight.”
“And if I succeed?”
“You’ll never succeed.”
“And if I succeed?”
“I’ll let you drown me again.”
“Still trying to write checks with your mouth that your body will have a difficult time trying to cash?”
“This time it’ll be different!”
He just grins at me and shakes his head. That’s when I get an erotic thrill that ripples through me. I know for a fact he’s going to drown me again.
Gawd; what have I done?? I must be insane!
Or maybe… just maybe…
I totally get off drowning for him…
9-12-23 Inspired by the picture I found.