#choked while fucked

[enigmaticwhore]

[wanders-in-wonderland]

A Game

My arms are tied behind my back and I'm sitting on a bench with my legs straddling it. I'm blindfolded and gagged, with no idea what to expect.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of footsteps and a deep, silky voice calls out, "Darling, how are we feeling?" I whimper into the gag as I feel him come closer. I flinch when his fingers dance lightly across my skin as he cups my tits before flicking my nipples.

"I want to play a game," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "You see, I invested in a lovely little something that's supposed to make little toys like you so desperate and so horny that you can only focus on cumming. But I want to see if that's true, and if so, how powerful it can be."

I can hear him rustling around and the metal clinking of different things makes me even further on edge. I whimper and flinch when I feel him rub something cold against my arm and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits my nose. Before I can process what is going on, I feel the sting of a needle going into my arm. He'd injected me.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out that he'd injected me with an aphrodisiac, the "investment" he'd mentioned. I can feel my whole body heating up, my nipples harden into peaks, my clit pulses, and I feel my pussy clench rhythmically. I'm panting slightly as I feel my body completely overwhelmed with need and I know that if he were to take my gag out, I'd be begging him to touch me, fuck me, please make me cum.

I can feel my pussy leaking onto the bench, creating a puddle. He laughs softly from behind me and suddenly, I feel his hand wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip slightly, restricting my airway just enough to make breathing a little more difficult and the lack of oxygen makes me even dizzier with need.

"I want to see if you'll pick your needy little cunt over your need to breathe," he murmurs darkly. I'm too delirious to fully comprehend what that means as my hips start to thrust slightly, desperately trying to create some kind of friction on my clit to relieve the pressure.

He lets go of my throat and I gasp as much as I can over the gag. I feel him walk away for a brief moment before he's back. He brushes something lightly over my neck and I realize it's rope. He loops the rope over my head and wraps it around my neck, tying it loosely. Then, I feel him walk away again and I hear the sound of more rustling and I start feeling slight tugs on the rope. The tugs become more insistent and I have to stand up from the bench I'm straddling just to keep it from choking me.

Eventually, I feel the tugs stop, but now I realize that he'd tied the other end of the rope so high up that I can't sit back down without restricting my own breathing by essentially hanging myself. I hear him laugh as he watches me, "Have you figured it out yet, honey? Maybe this will help."

I hear the buzzing of a vibrator break the silence and then I feel it. He presses the bulb of the toy against my clit and I moan deeply as my hips start to move. He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit and I'm whimpering from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac has made me so sensitive and needy that the few seconds of the vibrator has pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. But before I can fully enjoy it, he pulls it away. I whine into my gag and beg as best as I can.

"Now, here comes the fun part," he says, "I'm going to put this vibrator right here on the bench. Right where your little clitty would be if you were sitting. Now the only problem is, if you want to sit, you're going to have to choke yourself with that rope. And that is the game." He laughs darkly as the realization of my predicament hits me.

I desperately try to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the burning need but it doesn't help. My clit is throbbing at the idea of the vibrator, and I'm so, so needy that I can feel my pussy clenching.

I tentatively try to lower myself down a little bit. I can barely feel the vibrator brushing my clit before I reach the limit of the rope. I whimper when the severity of my predicament hits me. The slight sensation of the vibrator is making my eyes roll but it doesn't help to relieve any of the need that's been building up inside of me.

I can feel my body begging my mind to rearrange its priorities. I'm so desperate to cum that I'm willing to deprive my body of oxygen just so I can make this need go away. If I were more coherent, I would be humiliated by myself, but right now, I'm too far gone to care.

The desperate part of my brain takes over and I let myself sit down fully onto the vibrator. A choked gasp leaves me, both from the relentless pleasure that overwhelms me and from the tight rope around my neck that restricts my airway. The rope isn't tight enough that I can't breathe at all, but it's enough to make my head spin.

I vaguely hear him laugh but all I can focus on is the pleasure rushing through me. I can feel myself barreling towards an orgasm and if I had more air, I'm sure I would be screaming and moaning from all the sensation. I feel my face redden from the lack of oxygen and I'm becoming lightheaded. I'm so close to cumming but before I can push myself over that edge, I feel my body lift up from the vibrator as my instinct to breathe kicks in. Air floods my lungs as the rope loosens and I feel tears well up in my eyes. My own body betrayed me, picking oxygen over my orgasm.

He laughs in delight, "Oh poor honey, looks like you don't want to cum that badly yet."

I'm panting and shaking slightly, my legs barely having enough strength to keep my body up. I want to sob at how unfair it all is but I'm too focused on drawing in as much air as possible.

"Hm, let's tip the balance honey," he says and I feel him wipe my arm again with an alcohol wipe. I whine when I feel the second injection. He dosed me again. Immediately, I feel the effects of the aphrodisiac grow exponentially. My pussy flutters and my clit pulses even harder. The need multiplies inside of me, pushing me towards the brink of my sanity.

I'm so desperate that I don't hesitate this time when I sit down onto the vibrator. I feel my eyes roll up into my head as the sensation on my clit pushes me toward the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The lack of oxygen makes everything more sensitive, and I let out a gurgled scream when my orgasm hits, my pussy spraying my release all over the bench and the vibrator. I let myself ride out the orgasm before I get my feet back under me, standing to let myself breathe and to let my clit recover a little from the onslaught of stimulation.

I'm panting from the rope and the orgasm as I shake slightly. But as my orgasm fades, the need rebuilds. "Oh honey, you're going to need more orgasms than just one to burn through all the drugs in your system." His voice barely breaks through the haze in my mind, and I briefly wonder what I must look like right now, tied up and strung out.

My body drops back onto the bench and I let the vibrator ravage my clit, relieving some of the torturous need inside of me while I gasp for air that just won't go into my lungs. I chase every orgasm like this, pressing myself to the vibrator for as long as I can before the need for air forces me to leave it behind. I cum three more times but still, the drug-induced need doesn't fade, despite the overstimulation that makes me want to stop.

I'm crying after my fourth orgasm, face permanently pink from the stimulation and air restriction. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. I whimper when I feel him step closer to me and I let myself lean into him.

"Are you enjoying the game, honey?" He murmurs into my ear before kissing the side of my neck softly. I whine in response and before I can even get my bearings, he shoves me down onto the vibrator. I'm not prepared this time and I lose what little air I have in a scream. He doesn't seem to care as he pushes my body down onto the vibrator, keeping me from coming up for air. I'm writhing, the vibrator pushing me toward another orgasm as I gasp uselessly.

He's too strong for me and I can't do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen. The lightheadedness makes my head spin when my body clenches as I cum. My cunt flutters around nothing and my clit burns with overstimulation. He doesn't let up, forcing me to ride out this orgasm as another builds quickly. I don't even know if it's a separate orgasm or a continuation of the earlier one when my pussy gushes again and squirts all over the bench. I'm shaking as my vision goes white and the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen breaks me. I feel myself fade out of consciousness as my body goes limp under his hands.

I wake up to my body burning from soreness. I'm cradled in his arms in bed and he smiles at me when he sees I'm awake. His lips meet mine and I press myself closer against him, ignoring my groaning muscles. "Did you like our game, honey?" He whispers to me. "I loved it."

[miss-anaa]

[sleepyg-1-rl]

Dm me 💕

[enigmaticwhore]

[beniicenatasha]

Reblog if you think am hot in these lingerie

[dolldoe69]

Choke me when you fuck me

[morbidapples]

good girl

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟣,𝟪𝟧𝟣 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟣𝟢,𝟢𝟥𝟤 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍), 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 (𝖺 𝖫𝖮𝖳 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒), 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, praise kink, 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 ��𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗄 <𝟥 @echo-mars0

"Babe, are you sure you're up for this?" Diego asks softly.

You smile sweetly up at him from your spot kneeling on the floor. Your eyes are shining with lust and trust.

"Yes. I trust you, Diego," you say with a small nod of your head.

He smiles back, unable to help himself when you look at him like that. You are the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he feels like the luckiest man alive.

"Okay," he says with a sharp nod, "just remember our safe word. If anything gets to be too much, let me know and we'll stop. We'll take a break and talk about it before we try again."

"I will, babe, I promise," you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his hand. He nods and lets you go, reaching over to grab one of his knives.

You sit back on your heels, eyes trained on his hands. He flips the knife, getting a feel for its weight in his hands. The thought excites you, molten heat boiling up in your core as you watch him.

His movements are practiced and he does a few tricks, knowing how much you like to watch him play with his knives.

He steps forward, coming to a stop right in front of you. You lean forward, resting your cheek against his thigh, nuzzling him lightly. He reaches out, gently running his hand through your hair.

"You're so good, baby. You look so pretty, kneeling there for me," he praises. You let out a soft noise of contentment, pressing even closer to him. He tightens his hand in your hair, pulling you back until you're looking at him. He leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss.

"Are you ready?" He asks as he pulls away from you.

"Yes. Please, Diego. I need you," you say breathlessly.

"Such a good girl, asking so nicely," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He turns away, grabbing the blindfold off the bed. He comes back to stand in front of you, slipping the black fabric over your eyes.

You go easily as he guides you, tilting your head up so he can secure the blindfold behind your head. He trails his fingers down your neck and across your shoulders, just touching you.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, running his thumb along your bottom lip. You lick at his thumb and he slips the tip inside, letting you suck on it for a moment before pulling his hand away. You let out a needy whine and he tugs on your hair, pulling your head back again.

"What do you say?" He asks, voice firm.

"Thank you, baby," you reply, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

"Good girl," he says, releasing your hair. He runs his hand down your arm and tangles his fingers with yours. He gently guides you to the edge of the bed, helping you stand up. He takes a step back, admiring the sight of you.

Your hands are clasped behind your back, your breasts pushed out. Your nipples are hard and straining against the thin material of your shirt. The shirt is just long enough to cover your ass and Diego can't wait to see what's underneath.

"Turn around," he says, voice low. You obey, turning so your back is facing him. He can feel your muscles quivering under his touch and he runs his hands up and down your sides, trying to calm you down.

He knows you're nervous. He's nervous too. But he'd rather die than hurt you.

"You're doing so well, baby. I'm so proud of you," he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. You shiver, arching into his touch. He smiles, nipping lightly at your skin before pulling away. He reaches down, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

"Arms up," he commands, his voice soft but firm. You raise your arms above your head and he slips the shirt up and off your body, tossing it to the side. He takes a moment to rake his eyes over your naked body, his cock throbbing in his pants.

"Such a beautiful girl. All mine," he says, running his hand down your spine. You shiver and let out a moan as he traces the curve of your ass.

"On your hands and knees, baby. I'm going to give you a reward," he says, stepping back so you can climb onto the bed. You do as he asks, crawling up the bed and settling down on your elbows and knees.

Your ass is sticking up in the air, the perfect angle for him to admire it. He reaches out and cups you, squeezing lightly. You gasp, your body jerking forward.

"So beautiful. And all mine," he murmurs, sliding his hand around to tease your entrance.

"Yes, all yours, Diego," you moan, pushing back against his hand. He pushes his fingers inside you, stretching you. You let out a wanton moan, your hands fisting in the sheets.

"So wet for me," he murmurs, pumping his fingers slowly. You let out another moan, your hips moving with his hand. He keeps his pace slow, wanting to draw this out for you. He loves watching you fall apart for him.

"Diego," you whimper, hips jerking forward as he curls his fingers.

"Yes, baby?" He asks, teasing your clit with his thumb.

"Please," you beg, your voice cracking. He slides his fingers out, wiping them off on your thigh. He reaches over, grabbing his knife from the bedside table.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. I'm here," he says, running his friend hand up and down your back.

"Please," you whisper, your body trembling. He places the flat of the blade against your back, just below your shoulder blades. You stiffen, muscles going tense.

"Relax, baby. It's okay. I'm going to take care of you," he soothes, running the knife down your spine.

You shudder, your breath coming out in short gasps. He moves the knife slowly, tracing patterns on your skin. You let out a whimper as he reaches your ass, the sound going straight to his cock.

"Doing so good, baby. So pretty," he murmurs, moving the knife over your hip and down your leg.

"Diego," you whimper, squirming beneath his touch.

"What is it, baby? Tell me," he says, placing the knife between your legs.

"Please, I need more. I need you inside me," you beg, legs trembling.

"I've got you, baby. Don't worry," he says, sliding the knife back up your leg. You cry out as the tip of the blade grazes your clit, your whole body shaking.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" You cry, your voice breaking. He presses the blade against your clit, moving it in slow circles. It doesn't take much.

Your body goes taut as your orgasm crashes over you, your cries filling the room. He pulls the knife away, setting it aside for a brief moment as you collapse forward into the bed, body still twitching.

He moves the knife back to your ass, sliding it along the curve. "Such a beautiful ass, baby. I love it when you wear those tiny shorts, showing it off for me," he says, trailing the knife over your skin.

You moan, your body shaking, ever so eager as he moves the knife down the back of your thigh and across your knee.

"You're so wet for me, baby. Love the way you taste," he murmurs, moving the knife back up your leg.

"Please, Diego, please," you beg, voice muffled by the mattress.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he says, sliding the knife back between your legs.

"Your cock, please. I need your cock inside me," you say, your voice thick with desire, with need. He presses the tip of the knife against your entrance, the cool metal sliding inside you easily. You let out a moan, pushing back against the intrusion.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Take what you need," he encourages, his cock throbbing at the sight.

"Diego," you gasp, your hips moving erratically as you try to fuck yourself on the knife.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Taking my knife so well," he says, his voice strained. He can't take it anymore.

He needs to be inside you. He pulls the knife out, tossing it aside. You let out a whimper and he soothes you with his hand.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you. I'm going to give you what you need," he murmurs, pressing his fingers against your entrance.

You moan, pushing back against his hand. He pushes his fingers inside you, stretching you open. You're so wet and tight, and he can't wait to bury his cock inside you.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," he groans, pushing his fingers deeper. You let out another moan, your muscles clenching around his fingers. He thrusts his fingers slowly, curling them to hit your g-spot.

"Yes! Yes, Diego!" You cry, hips jerking forward. He adds another finger, stretching you even more. You cry out, your body shaking as your orgasm builds.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," he growls, his voice strained. You've never been so turned on in your life.

"Yes! Oh god, oh god, Diego!" you cry, as your second orgasm of the night crashes over you. He pulls his fingers out, wiping them off in your thigh before pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You whine needily, your hips moving, trying to get him inside you.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. I've got you," he says, voice husky with desire. He pushes his cock inside you, your body welcoming him with a tight heat. You moan as he bottoms out, your body moving with his as he begins to thrust.

"Fuck, baby. You feel so good," he groans, his voice rough.

"God, Diego- yes!" you cry, voice filled with pleasure. He reaches around, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"Mine," he growls, fingers tightening around your neck. "Yours. Only yours," you moan, your body trembling as your third orgasm of the night builds again.

"That's it, baby. Come for me," he grunts, his hips moving faster.

"Fuck, Diego-" You cry, your muscles clenching around his cock as your orgasm hits. He thrusts into you, chasing his own release. His grip on your throat tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as his own orgasm washes over him.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" He growls, his body tensing as he comes deep inside you. He relaxes, boneless and spent, his hand loosening around your throat. You gasp, your breathing ragged.

"You're so beautiful, baby. So perfect," he says, running his hands down your sides, over your sweat slicked skin.

You sign, your body relaxing, you feel like you're floating. He pulls out, rolling over and wrapping his arms around you. You curl up against his chest, your breathing slowing down as you drift off.

"I love you," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

"Love you too," you mumble, your voice thick with sleep. He smiles softly at you, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep.

[sleepyg-1-rl]

Praise me and I'll do anything for you 💕

[enigmaticwhore]

[thesmuttyduchess]

[wanders-in-wonderland]

He’s asleep and I’m so horny and drippy that I can’t help but press myself against him and slowly hump against his thigh like a desperate whore. And of course he wakes up, grabs me by the throat, pins me down, and fucks me into the mattress, forcing my pussy to cum around his cock because that’s what good little whores do. And I fall back asleep filled with his cum and stuffed with his cock to keep him warm.

[sleepyg-1-rl]

Never wear panties under your skirt, always have to be ready to be bent over.

(Even in public 😉)