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Strangled Sex
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A girl likes being strangled during sex and she finds a 
guy willing to do it to her. (MF, apx)

***

I have to admit, it was an interesting way to be hooked 
up, but it was well worth it. We had known each other 
for several years, but neither of us had ever expressed 
an interest in the other outright. Until her roommate, 
with whom I was doing a show, told me she had asked how 
to get me to go out with her on a friendly date. 

So the friend in the show asked me to just call her. So 
I did. When I did, she was nonplussed, but simply 
asked, "So when are you free?"

"When do you want me to be free?" 

"Don't be a smartass. What about tonight?"

No slow worker, this one. "Okay, your place at, say, 
seven?"

"Cool. Dress is casual. Don't plan on keeping your 
clothes on all night."

Whoa! This girl was abrupt! "No problem," I said, 
wondering what the hell she had in mind. I knew she had 
a reputation for the bizarre, but who was I to judge? I 
knew what I liked, and for all I knew, she might like 
the same.

Smartly at seven, I arrived at her apartment to find 
her in a tight red sweater, showing off her newly 
acquired body. She had lost more than fifty pounds in 
the past year, although none of it was lost from her 
breasts. Red hair to the shoulder, and a short red 
skirt under the sweater, and her whole body glowed. Red 
leggings, red heels, and for the kicker, a red lace 
cameo choker (I was really enjoying the fact that this 
little item was so much in vogue). She was not wearing 
the glasses that I occasionally saw perched on her 
nose, which made no difference, since the first thing 
you saw when she walked up was not her eyes. 

"Well? Are ya just gonna stand there, or are you coming 
in?"

I stepped in, slowly, still not sure what was going on. 
"Where are your roomies?"

She smirked. "Oh, they all went out for the night. 
We've got the place to ourselves." She turned on some 
music, Pearl Jam, loudly enough to cover several other 
noises in the building. "Come on, I made food."

"Food? What for?"

"Well, you're gonna need your strength tonight. Sit. 
Pasta con broccoli, with a generous helping of 
mushrooms to build up the sexual appetite." She didn't 
beat around the bush! "To drink, I thought wine would 
be nice, but I figured we should have some hard stuff 
to chase it with." She poured two shots of Southern 
Comfort. "Here, to fucking like animals."

"Cheers." I downed it. Southern Comfort is famous for 
picking up the libido, and everything else in the room 
was made to order for a night of unending sex. I 
smelled trap, but I was too turned on to even try doing 
anything about it. She downed hers, then poured herself 
another and passed me the bottle.

"Not yet. I don't want to lose control too soon."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll have complete control soon 
enough." That was certainly an enigmatic statement! 
"Let's eat. I'm starved." Obviously, food wasn't the 
only thing she was starving for.

We dug into our food, which was wonderful, and then 
settled down in the living room for a drink. She poured 
two more shots, then settled down on the couch next to 
me, leaning on my shoulder and looking into my eyes 
like a poor lost kitten.

"Do you find me attractive?" I was about to sputter my 
answer, then realized where this was going. I decided 
not to play her game, and instead started one of my 
own.

"You know I do. But why haven't you said anything until 
now?"

She flitted her eyes. "I don't know. Maybe it's because 
I didn't realize until recently how much I wanted you, 
and after A. told me about your... past." Hmmm. Just 
what had her roomie said?

"Well, I don't really advertise, but I had always 
thought maybe you and I would have the right chemistry. 
You know, though, that I'm not Mr. Socially Outgoing."

"I know. That's why I finally just said, fuck it, and 
told A. to tell you to call me. I almost didn't believe 
it when you did, though."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"I don't know. I'm just glad you did." Was this a side 
I had never seen before, or was she playing me for a 
sap? I stood my ground.

"Well, you wanted me here tonight pretty badly. So 
what's the real story?"

"Ummm, just what I said. I want to see what it would be 
like."

"A. doesn't know what kinds of things I like, does she? 
But I'll bet you do. I'll bet you like them too."

She stroked herself, teasingly. "I'll bet. Think you 
can handle me?"

"Yes."

We kissed. She moved her hand over my crotch, feeling a 
raging erection. Slowly she unzipped the fly, and 
kissed the head of my cock as it raced out of its cage. 
Her silken lips encircled the head, and slid down the 
length, her tongue fluttering the scrotum on each pass. 
I felt I would lose my load there, but she stopped, and 
looked straight at me.

"I like it rough."

"Good."

"Do you like it rough?"

"Yes."

"Top or bottom?"

"Top."

"Have you ever strangled anybody before?"

Caught off guard but enthralled, I said, "Yes."

"During sex?"

"Yes."

"Could you handle me?"

"Absolutely."

"So. Handle me."

I kissed her. Our tongues met, then danced in her mouth 
as I grabbed her breasts. I could feel that she was not 
wearing a bra under that sweater, and her nipples were 
already hard. It was not from the cold, either. I 
reached for her throat, putting my hands around her 
neck, and gently pressed my thumbs into her. She moaned 
softly, and her tongue got more excited. I squeezed, 
and she began to gasp as we kissed, but her tongue 
never slowed, getting in fact more excited by the 
second.

She pulled back. "That's fine, but I want to continue 
this in back. My room." She took my hand, grabbed the 
Southern Comfort, and led me to her room.

Her room was already dimly lit with candles, but I 
could see her bed covered in a sleek red silk sheet. I 
also saw, with some excitement, that there were 
handcuffs on the top two metal posts, already latched. 
To the bottom two posts, I saw leather straps connected 
to loops, which I recognized as ankle restraints. Above 
the bed on the wall, in reach of the bed, was a shelf 
with a whip and a short length of rope. She set the 
bottle down on a table next to the bed, then beckoned 
me to the bed with a single finger.

"C'mere. Handle me some more."

I moved to the bed, lying down on top of her, and 
kissed her again deeply. I began to fondle her breasts, 
but she moved my hands to her moist clit, which was, I 
now noticed, unencumbered by panties. I rubbed her clit 
softly, sliding a finger in and out of her, and she 
moaned softly. I now noticed that the music had been 
turned down, and offered to go and turn it back up.

"Forget it. Don't worry about it. Nobody will hear us, 
or, at least, they won't hear me." 

We kissed again, and I began to remove her sweater. Her 
breasts bounced as the fabric slid over and off of 
them, and I saw for the first time, nipples as large as 
old dollar coins, and as hard as my cock. I began to 
nibble on them, then bite them, as she moaned and 
sighed.

"Harder."

I began to bite her nipples hard now, feeling my teeth 
bury into her flesh. I sucked each one raw, but she 
just moaned ever the more, getting more and more 
excited as I got rougher and rougher.

"Restrain me."

I nodded, not stopping the force on her breasts, but 
grabbing her wrists one at a time, placing them in the 
cuffs. When they were both in metal, I moved down to 
her ankles, placing them in their appropriate 
restraint. Then I began to lick her all over, starting 
at her toes, moving to her knee, then her clit, and 
finally to her belly button. When I reached her 
stomach, I deftly removed her skirt, which was simply 
snapped on at the waist, and flung it to the ground.

"Fuck me hard."

I stood up on my knees between her legs, undoing my 
belt, and slid my jeans down and off. Those, too, went 
to the floor. Then I slowly slid my cock into her, 
rocking into and out of her already very wet hole. She 
moaned loudly, and I picked up the pace. I built up to 
a rhythm, and she began to moan even louder. I stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" She shouted.

"Because you're gonna have the cops here with your 
moaning," I retorted. I knew she wanted me in control.

"Well, then, keep me quiet." 

I grinned. I slid back into her, then lay on top of her 
and built up a rhythm again, until I felt myself 
spasming. I pulled out, coming on her stomach, and she 
yelped.

"What the fuck was that? I haven't even gotten 
started."

"Don't worry, neither have I."

First, I cleaned the cum off of her stomach with 
tissue. Then, when I started removing her restraints, 
she groaned desultorily. When she was free, she sat up, 
arms crossed.

"Maybe this isn't what I wanted. You should just go."

I grabbed the whip. Deftly, I unraveled it in front of 
her. She stared, but repeated, "Just go."

"No. I'm not done, and neither are you. Turn over."

She whimpered, but lay down on her stomach.

"On all fours. Up." She didn't move. I cracked the whip 
on her sexy ass. She yelped. I repeated, "Up!" more 
forcefully, and she stood up on all fours.

I climbed back on the bed, behind her, and slowly 
entered her. She moaned, but pouted at me over her 
shoulder. I threw back a glance that would have made my 
mother back off. I grabbed her hips, pulling them 
toward my crotch, and she moaned loudly again. 

Slowly, I built up a rhythm to the music that was 
barely audible in the other room. She leaned her head 
back, moaning so loudly that the wall creaked. I 
grabbed her hair, and began to thrust madly. She began 
to moan and yell as I did so, and I didn't stop her for 
the moment. Suddenly I slowed, and she looked over her 
shoulder at me.

"What, is that it?"

I grinned. "Hardly." I reached above her head, and 
grabbed the rope that was there. Slowly, I placed it 
around her neck, looping it two times. She looked at 
me, but made no noise. Slowly, I began to thrust again, 
tightening the rope as I did.

"Think you'll stay quiet now?"

She tried to reply, but I stopped her with a quick tug, 
and she gagged. Instead, she thrust against me 
forcefully, almost begging me to do my worst. I thrust 
into her again and again, slowly tightening the rope 
around her neck as I did. She tried to moan loudly, but 
couldn't get more than a gasp out. In halting tones, 
she said, "Make it last a while. I love being light-
headed." 

I tugged the rope more, but not too much, and she threw 
her head back, asking for more. Still holding the rope, 
I grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled, eliciting an 
excited gasp from her. I pounded into her harder, not 
tightening the rope too much, until an eternity seemed 
to pass, and she came, jism running down our legs. I 
didn't stop.

She wheezed. "I came!"

"I'm not finished. Keep going."

She gasped, a long, excited gasp, and pushed back into 
me. I continued to plunge into her roughly, and 
tightened the rope around her neck. She began to grunt, 
but stayed with it, urging me to make it ever tighter. 
She began to wheeze.

"I'm going."

I tightened the rope more, pulling back as if they were 
reins, and she jumped slightly.

"I'm going."

I thrust in earnest, feeling myself build to the point 
of no return. I was about to pull out, when she said... 
"I'm gone..."

She went limp on the rope, I pulled out of her and 
sprayed on her fine ass. She crumpled onto her arms, 
and I quickly loosened the rope from her neck. I turned 
her over onto her back, and lifted her head so she 
wouldn't swallow her tongue, then lightly kissed her. 
She coughed and wheezed, the color slowly returning to 
her face, and looked at me with red eyes that matched 
her earlier outfit.

"Is that how I should handle you?"

She smiled grandly. "Ohhhh, yes!" She took a big 
breath, and I kissed her once more, deeply. She then 
said, "Just how much work will it take to get handled 
like this more often?"

"Well," I said, "That depends on how much you like to 
cook."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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