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215 lines
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How to Handle Her
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I have to admit, it was an interesting way to be hooked up, but it
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was well worth it. We had known each other for several years, but neither
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of us had ever expressed an interest in the other outright. Until her
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roommate, with whom I was doing a show, told me she had asked how to get
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me to go out with her on a friendly date. So the friend in the show asked
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me to just call her. So I did. When I did, she was nonplussed, but
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simply asked, "So when are you free?"
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"When do you want me to be free?"
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"Don't be a smartass. What about tonight?"
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No slow worker, this one. "Okay, your place at, say, seven?"
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"Cool. Dress is casual. Don't plan on keeping your clothes on
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all night."
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Whoa! This girl was abrupt! "No problem," I said, wondering what
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the hell she had in mind. I knew she had a reputation for the bizarre,
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but who was I to judge? I knew what I liked, and for all I knew, she
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might like the same.
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Smartly at seven, I arrived at her apartment to find her in a
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tight red sweater, showing off her newly acquired body. She had lost more
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than fifty pounds in the past year, although none of it was lost from her
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breasts. Red hair to the shoulder, and a short red skirt under the
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sweater, and her whole body glowed. Red leggings, red heels, and for the
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kicker, a red lace cameo choker (I was really enjoying the fact that this
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little item was so much in vogue). She was not wearing the glasses that I
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occasionally saw perched on her nose, which made no difference, since the
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first thing you saw when she walked up was not her eyes.
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"Well? Are ya just gonna stand there, or are you coming in?"
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I stepped in, slowly, still not sure what was going on. "Where
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are your roomies?"
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She smirked. "Oh, they all went out for the night. We've got the
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place to ourselves." She turned on some music, Pearl Jam, loudly enough
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to cover several other noises in the building. "Come on, I made food."
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"Food? What for?"
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"Well, you're gonna need your strength tonight. Sit. Pasta con
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broccoli, with a generous helping of mushrooms to build up the sexual
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appetite." She didn't beat around the bush! "To drink, I thought wine
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would be nice, but I figured we should have some hard stuff to chase it
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with." She poured two shots of Southern Comfort. "Here, to fucking like
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animals."
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"Cheers." I downed it. Southern Comfort is famous for picking
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up the libido, and everything else in the room was made to order for a
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night of unending sex. I smelled trap, but I was too turned on to even
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try doing anything about it. She downed hers, then poured herself another
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and passed me the bottle.
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"Not yet. I don't want to lose control too soon."
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"Oh, don't worry. You'll have complete control soon enough."
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That was certainly an enigmatic statement! "Let's eat. I'm starved."
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Obviously, food wasn't the only thing she was starving for.
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We dug into our food, which was wonderful, and then settled down
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in the living room for a drink. She poured two more shots, then settled
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down on the couch next to me, leaning on my shoulder and looking into my
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eyes like a poor lost kitten.
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"Do you find me attractive?" I was about to sputter my answer,
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then realized where this was going. I decided not to play her game, and
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instead started one of my own.
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"You know I do. But why haven't you said anything until now?"
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She flitted her eyes. "I don't know. Maybe it's because I didn't
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realize until recently how much I wanted you, and after A. told me about
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your... past." Hmmm. Just what had her roomie said?
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"Well, I don't really advertise, but I had always thought maybe
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you and I would have the right chemistry. You know, though, that I'm not
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Mr. Socially Outgoing."
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"I know. That's why I finally just said, fuck it, and told A. to
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tell you to call me. I almost didn't believe it when you did, though."
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"Why shouldn't I?"
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"I don't know. I'm just glad you did." Was this a side I had
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never seen before, or was she playing me for a sap? I stood my ground.
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"Well, you wanted me here tonight pretty badly. So what's the
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real story?"
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"Ummm, just what I said. I want to see what it would be like."
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"A. doesn't know what kinds of things I like, does she? But I'll
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bet you do. I'll bet you like them too."
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She stroked herself, teasingly. "I'll bet. Think you can handle
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me?"
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"Yes."
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We kissed. She moved her hand over my crotch, feeling a raging
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erection. Slowly she unzipped the fly, and kissed the head of my cock as
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it raced out of its cage. Her silken lips encircled the head, and slid
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down the length, her tongue fluttering the scrotum on each pass. I felt
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I would lose my load there, but she stopped, and looked straight at me.
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"I like it rough."
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"Good."
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"Do you like it rough?"
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"Yes."
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"Top or bottom?"
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"Top."
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"Have you ever strangled anybody before?"
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Caught offguard but enthralled, I said, "Yes."
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"During sex?"
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"Yes."
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"Could you handle me?"
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"Absolutely."
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"So. Handle me."
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I kissed her. Our tongues met, then danced in her mouth as I
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grabbed her breasts. I could feel that she was not wearing a bra under
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that sweater, and her nipples were already hard. It was not from the
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cold, either. I reached for her throat, putting my hands around her neck,
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and gently pressed my thumbs into her. She moaned softly, and her tongue
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got more excited. I squeezed, and she began to gasp as we kissed, but her
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tongue never slowed, getting in fact more excited by the second.
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She pulled back. "That's fine, but I want to continue this in
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back. My room." She took my hand, grabbed the Southern Comfort, and led
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me to her room.
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Her room was already dimly lit with candles, but I could see her
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bed covered in a sleek red silk sheet. I also saw, with some excitement,
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that there were handcuffs on the top two metal posts, already latched. To
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the bottom two posts, I saw leather straps connected to loops, which I
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recognized as ankle restraints. Above the bed on the wall, in reach of
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the bed, was a shelf with a whip and a short length of rope. She set the
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bottle down on a table next to the bed, then beckoned me to the bed with a
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single finger.
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"C'mere. Handle me some more."
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I moved to the bed, lying down on top of her, and kissed her again
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deeply. I began to fondle her breasts, but she moved my hands to her
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moist clit, which was, I now noticed, unencumbered by panties. I rubbed
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her clit softly, sliding a finger in and out of her, and she moaned softly.
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I now noticed that the music had been turned down, and offered to go and
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turn it back up.
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"Forget it. Don't worry about it. Nobody will hear us, or, at
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least, they won't hear me."
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We kissed again, and I began to remove her sweater. Her breasts
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bounced as the fabric slid over and off of them, and I saw for the first
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time, nipples as large as old dollar coins, and as hard as my cock. I
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began to nibble on them, then bite them, as she moaned and sighed.
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"Harder."
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I began to bite her nipples hard now, feeling my teeth bury into
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her flesh. I sucked each one raw, but she just moaned ever the more,
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getting more and more excited as I got rougher and rougher.
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"Restrain me."
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I nodded, not stopping the force on her breasts, but grabbing her
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wrists one at a time, placing them in the cuffs. When they were both in
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metal, I moved down to her ankles, placing them in their appropriate
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restraint. Then I began to lick her all over, starting at her toes,
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moving to her knee, then her clit, and finally to her belly button. When
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I reached her stomach, I deftly removed her skirt, which was simply
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snapped on at the waist, and flung it to the ground.
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"Fuck me hard."
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I stood up on my knees between her legs, undoing my belt, and
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slid my jeans down and off. Those, too, went to the floor. Then I slowly
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slid my cock into her, rocking into and out of her already very wet hole.
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She moaned loudly, and I picked up the pace. I built up to a rhythm, and
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she began to moan even louder. I stopped.
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"Why'd you stop?" She shouted.
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"Because you're gonna have the cops here with your moaning," I
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retorted. I knew she wanted me in control.
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"Well, then, keep me quiet."
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I grinned. I slid back into her, then lay on top of her and built
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up a rhythm again, until I felt myself spasming. I pulled out, coming on
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her stomach, and she yelped.
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"What the fuck was that? I haven't even gotten started."
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"Don't worry, neither have I."
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First, I cleaned the come off of her stomach with tissue. Then,
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when I started removing her restraints, she groaned desultorily. When
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she was free, she sat up, arms crossed.
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"Maybe this isn't what I wanted. You should just go."
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I grabbed the whip. Deftly, I unraveled it in front of her. She
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stared, but repeated, "Just go."
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"No. I'm not done, and neither are you. Turn over."
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She whimpered, but lay down on her stomach.
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"On all fours. Up." She didn't move. I cracked the whip on her
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sexy ass. She yelped. I repeated, "Up!" more forcefully, and she stood
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up on all fours.
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I climbed back on the bed, behind her, and slowly entered her.
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She moaned, but pouted at me over her shoulder. I threw back a glance
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that would have made my mother back off. I grabbed her hips, pulling them
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toward my crotch, and she moaned loudly again. Slowly, I built up a
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rhythm to the music that was barely audible in the other room. She leaned
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her head back, moaning so loudly that the wall creaked. I grabbed her
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hair, and began to thrust madly. She began to moan and yell as I did so,
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and I didn't stop her for the moment. Suddenly I slowed, and she looked
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over her shoulder at me.
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"What, is that it?"
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I grinned. "Hardly." I reached above her head, and grabbed the
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rope that was there. Slowly, I placed it around her neck, looping it two
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times. She looked at me, but made no noise. Slowly, I began to thrust
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again, tightening the rope as I did.
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"Think you'll stay quiet now?"
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She tried to reply, but I stopped her with a quick tug, and she
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gagged. Instead, she thrust against me forcefully, almost begging me to
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do my worst. I thrust into her again and again, slowly tightening the
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rope around her neck as I did. She tried to moan loudly, but couldn't
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get more than a gasp out. In halting tones, she said, "Make it last a
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while. I love being light-headed." I tugged the rope more, but not too
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much, and she threw her head back, asking for more. Still holding the
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rope, I grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled, eliciting an excited
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gasp from her. I pounded into her harder, not tightening the rope too
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much, until an eternity seemed to pass, and she came, jism running down
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our legs. I didn't stop.
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She wheezed. "I came!"
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"I'm not finished. Keep going."
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She gasped, a long, excited gasp, and pushed back into me. I
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continued to plunge into her roughly, and tightened the rope around her
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neck. She began to grunt, but stayed with it, urging me to make it ever
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tighter. She began to wheeze.
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"I'm going."
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I tightened the rope more, pulling back as if they were reins, and
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she jumped slightly.
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"I'm going."
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I thrust in earnest, feeling myself build to the point of no
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return. I was about to pull out, when she said...
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"I'm gone..."
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She went limp on the rope, I pulled out of her and sprayed on her
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fine ass. She crumpled onto her arms, and I quickly loosened the rope
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from her neck. I turned her over onto her back, and lifted her head so
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she wouldn't swallow her tongue, then lightly kissed her. She coughed
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and wheezed, the color slowly returning to her face, and looked at me with
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red eyes that matched her earlier outfit.
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"Is that how I should handle you?"
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She smiled grandly. "Ohhhh, yes!" She took a big breath, and I
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kissed her once more, deeply. She then said, "Just how much work will it
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take to get handled like this more often?"
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"Well," I said, "That depends on how much you like to cook."
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