The ad was short and to the point: “Man that loves living on the edge I have extreme, and sometimes dangerous, always kinky fetishes, looking for female with the same”
It definitely peeked my interest. I read it several times and the possibilities seemed endless. I was way more then interested. I knew I would call. I just hoped I wouldn’t be disappointed because my definition of the words “extreme and dangerous” were definitely far different from the average persons.
I called and we agreed to meet. He wanted to meet at a hotel for the first time. I knew this would not be satisfying for me. My idea of a wicked and twisted good time could not be had at a hotel without someone calling the law.
But I was determined to meet the requirements of his ad, based on my standards of course. One way or another he would put up or shut up. And you can bet I would be the one to be shutting him up. Very probably for good.
My cunt is creaming at the thought.
Any way our first meeting at the hotel was like playing patty cake. I don’t know if he was testing me or just warming up or if this bull shit was his idea of extreme. But all he wanted to do is burn play. Candle wax, small branding, putting cigarettes out on each other, the kind of shit that is like the appetizer, before the salad that comes before the steak and rich dessert in a four course meal. It was just enough to make my mouth water and my cunt long for more.
It took me two more visits before I got him to my place. He got one look at some of my “kinky” accessories and began to open up some more.He didn’t even notice the sign on the door to my room.
I talked him into some strangulation play. Him choking me, not my idea of extreme but we were getting there. I could tell by his hard ass cock that he was game and it was game on. Surprisingly he didn’t wimp out and he choked me to the point of me passing out which gave me a fair orgasm before I went black.
When I came to he informed me that he still hadn’t gotten his rocks off only he wasn’t into strangulation as much as suffocation. He wanted me to put a plastic bag over his head .
FINALLY!
It was my time! I laid him down with the bag securely behind his head. I made sure I could easily pull it over his face before mounting his throbbing cock.
I rode him in a frenzy imagining what I knew was to cum, what I had waited for, my moment of extreme orgasm.
He urged me on and I knew he had never been fucked like this, my desire to take his life urged me on and increased his need for more.
Finally I could tell he was close and even though I was supposed to wait for his word, I pulled the bag over his head. In his excitement he went with it and soon he was close to being out of breath and his dick began to jerk. He expected to cum and for me to remove the bag or cut a hole over his mouth.
Smiling and riding him harder and faster I held the bag tight, his cum spewing inside me, my orgasm was building, knowing what was going to happen. When he realized I wasn’t releasing the bag he began to panic, building the intensity for me.
I could see his eyes wide and full of fear thru the bag as he struggled. Again heightening the intensity of what was happening for me. I was going to cum all over him as he jerked and spasmed taking his last breath between my legs and deep inside my cunt.
As he lost the fight I gushed cum, in thick, milky, shots, squirting so hard it flowed down his hips and matted the hair on my cunt.
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