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The Last and First Time
by Ozymandius1995 (no address provided)

***

This story includes descriptions of a woman being 
strangled during sex and while giving oral sex. Non-
lethal, semi-consensual (she's drunk). (MF, axp, gb, 
alcohol)

***

My old girlfriend was about to go into the Air Force, 
and as we had not spent any time together in several 
weeks, I called her on a Friday night to get an 
evening together. I figured it may very well be the 
last one. 

When I got her on the phone, she sounded like her 
usual fun-loving self, and I suggested we take in a 
show that was in town, one that we both desperately 
wanted to see. I doubted we would make it, or that 
there would be tickets, but offered the alternative of 
dinner, which I owed her from her birthday. She gladly 
accepted, and I dressed and went to pick her up.

When I got to her door, she was wearing a tight black 
dress with tan hose, stiletto heels (which, by the 
way, were not her norm), and a white lace choker 
loosely fitted around her neck. I had not seen her 
dressed like this before, and I thought to myself, 
Boy, I wish I had.

We got into the car and immediately began chatting. I 
asked her about her Air Force physical, the testing, 
what field she had chosen, her last boyfriend, school, 
the whole gamut. This particular girl and I never 
lacked for something to talk about. The conversation 
rolled all the way to the theatre, more than a half 
hour away. But when we got there, the show was to 
start in less than five minutes. I pulled into a small 
parking lot just behind the theatre, and asked her 
what she wanted to do.

She replied, "Well, I'd still like to go see the 
show."

"Wait here, I'll go see if I can get tickets." I ran 
inside to find that they were sold out, and that the 
waiting list was more than 30 people long. Frustrated 
but polite, I thanked the ticket vendor and returned 
to my car.

"No luck," I said. "They're sold out, and I doubt 
we'll get in before the first act ends."

She sighed. "Oh well, it's not all bad, at least I 
still have dinner coming tonight!" She chuckled.

"Okay, where to?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Where else? Olive Garden!"

The trip back to the Olive Garden would take another 
30 minutes, but once again we were not lacking for 
conversation. However, this time it got a bit more 
personal, as we had both grown much since we had 
dated, an affair that never got sexual. I began 
discussing her good friend, also another ex-girl-
friend, but one that got more than sexual. My friend 
was talkative, but didn't really seem to enjoy talking 
about her. I, on the other hand, was still swamped by 
feelings for the girl, and it was obvious to her.

"Look, she's gone on, why can't you?"

"I'm trying. It's just hard for me." That was true, I 
had been older than her by a considerable margin for 
our ages, in fact had been her voice teacher when we 
became friends and finally lovers, and I had fallen 
hard for her. However, my sexual life had taken quite 
a turn since we had broken up, and I had been thinking 
of many of my old girlfriends in this new light since 
then. Including the one sitting next to me right now.

We got to the Olive Garden, pulled in, parked, and 
walked inside. The waiting line was long, and I asked 
how long the wait was. Told it was about 1/2 hour, I 
asked if she would rather go elsewhere. 

She said, "It's up to you. Would you rather go 
somewhere else?"

I debated. It was a Friday night. Every place we would 
want to go would be like this. "No, on second thought, 
let's just wait." We sat to wait. I looked around, 
noticed a few old friends waiting as well, introduced 
them to my friend, and talked for a few minutes. We 
continued the conversation between ourselves, and it 
didn't seem long before we were seated, in a romantic 
little corner replete with candle-light and Italian 
music.

The conversation rolled back to a more mundane topic, 
but I couldn't help spicing it up by relating some 
sexual content to it. She just laughed every time I 
did, a far cry from the girl I dated over a year ago, 
who wanted to remain a virgin until marriage. That was 
one promise that didn't last. I got spicier and more 
lascivious as the date went on, which was assisted by 
two Italian coladas (she was only 19, and couldn't 
handle her liquor), and she just seemed to warm to the 
intimacy of the scene. Perhaps, it seemed, a dream 
would at long last come true.

When dinner was done, we took our leftovers (one 
always has leftovers at the Olive Garden, it's just 
that good) and went back to my mother's house, where I 
still lived with her. To my relief, she was out for 
the night, which meant I had the house to myself with 
my friend.

She was already slightly drunk, and I decided to just 
let it all hang out by opening a bottle of wine I had 
held for just such an occasion. We both had several 
glasses, and she began to get even more tipsy. Then I 
decided to play my hand, and opened some Fire Water 
(101 proof), and gave her two shots immediately 
together. She hit the first one, then balked before 
slamming the second, but wouldn't touch a third. No 
matter, I thought, at this point you don't even know 
where you are!

Now I got daring. I went to my bedroom and got my 
brand new handcuffs, and put the key in my pocket. 
When I went back to where she was, she was on the 
ground, slumped near a candle.

"Are you okay? Wake up, babe!"

She stirred, lazily. "Oh, yeah, uhmm, I'm okay." Her 
words were distinctly slurred. I placed the handcuffs 
on her wrists, locking them in place. She gazed 
dreamily at me. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. I just thought we might have a little 
fun."

"Cool." She was so out of it, I thought, it might not 
be as much fun as I hoped. I tried to get her to 
stand, which was a mistake on my part, as she very 
nearly fell on a table of candles. I all but carried 
her into a back bedroom and laid her on the bottom 
bunk of a set of bunk beds, and handcuffed her wrists 
to the posts. She looked at me again, still dazed. 
"Now what are you doing?"

"Same thing. I'll be right back."

I went back to the front, blew out all the candles, 
and poured two glasses of wine. When I got back to the 
bedroom with the wine, she had at least wised up to 
the situation.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing that you won't enjoy. Now then. I want to ask 
you something. We never had the chance when we were 
dating, and you are too much of a friend to just 
completely take advantage of, so I'm asking. Will you 
have sex with me?"

"Sure," she sighed.

I kissed her deeply, and began to pull her top off, 
carefully avoiding the choker that was turning me on 
so badly. I pulled the top up to her elbows, realizing 
that it would go no further. As I removed her bra, I 
kissed and licked her nipples, which were jutting up 
in the air, like my cock wanted to do. 

Slowly, I unlocked one of her wrists, pulling the 
clothing around her hand, and then replacing the cuff 
onto the post. She never even noticed. I kept up my 
kissing and licking, then slowly worked my way down, 
removing her skirt just before my mouth reached it. I 
licked and nibbled her clit, and she began to moan, a 
sound I had so wanted to hear since we had met. 

No quiet moaner, she, this was a passionate, forceful 
moan, almost as if she were singing low. Of course, 
this turned me on even more, and after moving 
everything out of the way, I climbed on top of her. 
Slowly I slid my pants down to my knees, rubbing 
against her as I did so. I slid my underwear down as 
well, rubbing flesh against flesh, and she moaned 
again, even louder. 

She began to lean her head back, and her choker 
pressed into her neck, causing my already raging 
erection to scream even louder for more. I slid into 
her, and she gasped as I did. I thrust into her 
forcefully, causing her to wail even higher (this girl 
was obviously a singer!), and I began a rhythm, with 
her singing a new and stronger pitch on every thrust. 
That feeling began to build within me, so I slowed, 
then pulled out and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" She said.

"Nothing." I paused momentarily. She said nothing, but 
smiled. I looked at her. "I have something I want to 
try. I think you might enjoy it too. Would you like to 
try?" 

"Sure," she replied dreamily again. 

I stood up, and went to get a belt I kept for the 
occasion. I also got a scarf. I returned with my toys.

"What's all that for?"

"You'll find out," I replied. Patiently, I took the 
scarf and blindfolded her. She laughed.

"That tickles!"

I continued until her eyes were incapable of finding 
any light. Then I got really daring. I slowly slid the 
belt around the back of her neck, and looped it once 
around her throat.

She nearly yelped. "What's that for?"

Calmly, I said, "Don't worry, it'll be okay. I promise 
I won't hurt you."

She quivered, but said, "Okay."

I climbed back on top of her. Slowly I slid my still-
raging erection into her. She moaned again, but this 
time the fear was evident in her voice. She didn't 
know what to expect.

We built back up to a rhythm, and she began to "sing" 
again. She also leaned her head back, which strained 
the belt against her neck, almost daring me to do it. 
I grabbed the ends of the belt, and slowly pulled the 
slack out. She lowered her head, gasped, and froze. I 
kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth, and she 
relaxed. I waited a moment, then began to tighten the 
belt, all the while kissing and thrusting into her. 
Her moans continued through the kiss, until the belt 
began to tighten. She gurgled, then broke the kiss and 
leaned her head back.

She whispered breathlessly, "Do it."

I began fucking her hard now, and pulled the belt even 
tighter. Her moans now became hoarse gasps and 
wheezes, but she leaned her head back even farther. I 
pulled more.

She wheezed. "Oh yes! Harder!"

I pulled. I could see the red building up on her neck, 
her arms thrashing in their restraints, but her legs 
grabbed my waist, and she almost sat up.

"Do it! Yes! Oh, so hard!"

I pulled hard, the belt now tightened almost to 
breaking. Her breath came in short bursts, gasps, and 
cracks. But she kept pumping against me! I continued 
to pull, and her eyes opened slightly, being puffed 
up. She took one last gasp, and went limp. Just then, 
she came hard, on me, the bed, everywhere, the most 
forceful come I had ever witnessed. Then, it was my 
turn, and I pulled out, spraying her stomach with my 
come, an orgasm equally as intense as hers. I grunted 
as I finished, then quickly removed the belt from her 
neck. I kissed her, blowing some air into her as I 
did.

She coughed, then slowly roused. Her wrists, ankles, 
and neck were all bruised, and we were both covered in 
sticky come. She took a few deep breaths, coughing and 
sputtering, then said, "So, is that what you wanted to 
try?"

We both began to laugh. I said, "Well, yes, unless you 
have something else in mind."

She didn't stop laughing, but looked at me. Then she 
said, "Gee, I didn't even get a chance to go down on 
you!" To this she began roaring in laughter, and I, 
flabbergasted, joined her. I gave her a glass of wine, 
which she downed quickly, then gave her my glass as 
well. She sipped this more slowly. 

(To make a long story short, she rested, then 
proceeded to give me the best blow job I had had in 
ages, since our mutual friend and I had been together. 
Oh, and she demanded that I use the belt while she 
blew me. I came twice in her mouth.

She and I have maintained contact, as she is in the 
Air Force now, and she has almost no recollection of 
that night. I keep hinting that we should attempt a 
repeat performance sometime, but she doesn't think her 
fiancé would approve. Oh well.) 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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