Goodbyekitty
Magistrate
View attachment 488989 This one is called "stillness" .... it's my fav of the bunch.
Thank you!
This is an edit I did to that. I altered the expression and features a little bit to look more like me and show some "content"
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This is an edit I did to that. I altered the expression and features a little bit to look more like me and show some "content"
kneel_down_ella
Magistrate
lovely job kitty! great expressionThank you!
This is an edit I did to that. I altered the expression and features a little bit to look more like me and show some "content"
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Goodbyekitty
Magistrate
riwa
Governor
Photo shoot
My assistant serving as “executioner” loops the noose around her neck. Dorothy gives me an amused look as if to say, “Is this what you wanted to see, you pervert?” She is totally naked, her erect nipples betraying her arousal.
Her wrists are tied in front near her crotch. ½ inch rope running between her labia to attach in back to the coil around her waist. She smiles lustfully at me as she fingers her dripping slit while Boyle, the cameraman I hired for this assignment, snaps photo after photo for me.
“Is this what you want to see?” she says playfully as she fingers herself. “Or do you want me to do this?” and she jerks on the rope, digging it into her pussy. “Judging from the bulge I see, it doesn’t seem to matter what I do to myself.”
My cameraman pauses as he asks, “You want her standing up on the stool now, Mr. Wheeler?” I nod my head.
“Ohh; so you’re going to hang me after all,” Dorothy gasps with excitement.
Boyle motions for my assistant to help Dorothy step up onto the small stool waiting at her feet. With her hands tied in front, he has to be careful getting her up. She steps up carefully, and he has to steady her before she loses her balance.
I hear the sound of the camera as it whirrs, taking picture after picture. Thankfully Boyle is taking a ton of photos. I’ll enjoy going through them later.
She has this lustful excitement in her eyes. I’m sure she’s enjoying the effect this is having on me. Once more she reaches down to finger herself while I’m watching before she pulls on the rope again to grind it into her cunt.
She appears to be quite aroused by it all as she masturbates, fingering herself and then pulling on that rope between her labia. Is she doing it for me or is she doing it for herself? Perhaps it’s a combination of both. Maybe she’s simply determined to give me my money’s worth. After all, I’m paying her plenty for this photo shoot.
“Are you ready, Mr. Wheeler?” Boyle asks as he pauses to look at me. “Would you like the slack taken out of the noose right now?” He holds his camera at the ready.
I nod at our “executioner” who grabs the other end of the rope and gives it a pull, slowly taking the slack out. Dorothy gawks as she feels it tighten. For the first time I see a flicker of uncertainty in her expression.
Her hands seem to freeze as she chokes a little. “Beautiful,” I murmur. “Just beautiful. Are you going to keep on masturbating for me, love?”
She smiles nervously at me as she goes back to fingering herself while pulling on the rope through her crotch. But there’s less certainty in her expression. Perhaps she wasn’t expecting her breath to be restricted.
I unzip my fly and pull my hard cock out. It’s too uncomfortable to leave bulging in my pants. She might as well see what kind of effect she’s having on me.
I begin stroking as Boyle starts taking pictures again. Dorothy’s eyes flash excitedly when she sees how turned on I am. Her hands return to their work as she masturbates while pulling on the rope running between her labia.
I see an expression of utter bliss fill her features. Her fingers swirl pleasure over her nub. She pulls on the rope, causing it to dig into her wet pussy.
Her knees bend as she deliberately puts a little weight upon the noose. She rasps and moans as the coil tightens around her throat. I stroke harder, noticing the intense arousal in her features. Boyle continues to snap pictures as though immune from the erotic sight before him.
“Can she handle any more?” I ask our “executioner”. “Can she pose standing upon her toes?” Dorothy gives me a look of alarm.
“Perhaps it’s a little too much for her. Better give her some slack.” She falls for it, just as I suspected she might.
“I can do it, Mr. Wheeler!” she rasps excitedly, nodding at the cameraman to keep taking photos. “I can take it!”
Boyle looks at me and I nod my head. He turns and nods at our assistant who pulls gently yet firmly on the rope. Then he starts snapping as many pictures as he can.
Dorothy gawks as she is lifted up until only her toes are in contact with the stool. Her eyes open wide as the rope constricts around her throat. But her hands become a blur as she furiously fingers herself while tugging on the rope through her crotch.
My cock is hard and dripping with pre-cum as I continue to stroke. Boyle asks, “What do you think, Mr. Wheeler? Isn’t she great? You’re really getting your money’s worth with this one.”
“Only one thing more,” I say to him calmly. “Would you be so kind as to kick the stool away and take more pictures?”
“Certainly, Mr. Wheeler.”
Dorothy’s eyes flash in alarm as she starts to open her mouth in protest. Boyle steps forward and gives the stool a healthy kick. It flies out from underneath her feet, leaving her dangling as our “executioner” hangs on tight, keeping her airborne.
Boyle steps back and starts snapping pictures just as fast as he can. Dorothy gives me a look of surprise as the noose takes her full weight. Her bare feet flutter in vain for the stool that is no longer there.
Her hands jerk upward, the rope grinding between her labia. Then her legs begin to kick and scissor instinctively as I really start stroking myself. Beside me I hear the camera going nonstop.
Dorothy gawks and gurgles as she dances on air, her body twisting and swaying. The look on her face is priceless as she pleads with her eyes for me to have her taken down. Her hands keep jerking upward until her cunt becomes all red, swollen and wet from the rope grinding through it.
“Take her down,” I calmly tell my assistant. He eases on the end of the rope until Dorothy is standing none too steadily on her feet. She rasps for breath as a sheen of perspiration glistens all over her chest. Boyle dutifully captures the moment with his camera.
“Doing ok, love?” I ask the poor dear with a smile as the assistant steps forward and loosens the noose from around her neck. She looks at me in shock, her eyes wide at what we’ve just done to her. Then she weakly nods her head that she’s ok. No doubt she’s still thinking about the money she will make from this little photo shoot.
“Good,” I tell her with a smile. Then I look at our “executioner”. “Please take her back up.”
He leans on the rope until her feet leave the floor. Once again she is airborne. Her eyes fly open in astonishment as her hands painfully jerk that rope up into her pussy.
“Can you take her higher?” I ask my assistant. “I’d like some pictures looking up at her from the ground.”
My “executioner” puts his weight on the rope until Dorothy is taken higher. Her legs begin to scissor again as she sways and twists. Her eyes show the agony of strangulation by noose.
The ceiling of the empty hall we’re filming in is nice and high, allowing our model to be pulled six… seven… eight feet up. Her swollen pussy flares as Boyle snaps the pictures I want of her dripping cunt. Her labia are red and swollen, and her head tips to the right from the placement of the knot as she gawks and gurgles.
“Down,” I calmly tell my assistant.
He carefully lets her down until once more she’s tottering on her feet. There’s a look of wide-eyed horror on her face as she raggedly rasps for breath. He steps forward and loosens the noose so she can get more air.
“Still doing ok, love?” I ask kindly. This time she shakes her head no.
“Had enough?”
She nods anxiously.
“Sorry, love, but we’re not finished,” I tell her sympathetically. “Just a few more pictures, ok? Besides, I’m… well… you know.”
I stroke my cock as I look over at our “executioner”. “Take her back up please.”
Dorothy gasps “NOO” as he leans into the rope. Her voice is cut off as she’s pulled upward, kicking and rasping for breath. “Higher,” I explain, and he pulls her higher into the air.
Her legs fly as she dances wildly. Boyle furiously snaps photo after photo. He reassures me by telling me these are going to turn out well.
“You see, love?” I tell Dorothy as she strangles in the noose. “We’re getting good photos here. You should be proud.”
A sudden mist comes spraying downward as I stroke my cock again. “Is that piss?” I ask my cameraman.
“Don’t think so, Mr. Wheeler,” Boyle observes. “There’s no smell and it’s not yellow. I think she just had an orgasm.”
“Delightful,” I murmur as I look up at her dancing in the air for us.
Her legs scissor and pedal, her cuffed hands jerking on the rope through her wet crotch. Is she trying to get herself off again? Or is she trying to pull them free so she can reach up for the rope around her neck? Either way, the erotic result is still the same.
She gawks and gurgles as her legs fly all around until I order our “executioner” to bring her back down. Once more Dorothy’s feet come in contact with the floor. But she sways drunkenly as she tries to regain her balance.
My assistant goes over to steady her and loosen the noose around her throat. There’s a look of growing terror in her eyes which I find absolutely intoxicating. She coughs and rasps for breath, unable to speak as she pleads with her eyes for me to stop all this.
“Again, Mr. Wheeler?” our “executioner” asks with a smile. Boyle nods yes; he wants more pictures. Dorothy shakes her head as she now wants to conclude our photo shoot.
“I think so,” I tell him with a smile. “Deep down I think the lass loves it.”
Her eyes fly open in horror. She shakes her head as though I’ve got it all wrong. Then she’s abruptly taken back up into the air with a loud “GAWK!”
“Not so high this time, my good man. Let her toes barely brush the floor.”
“Ok, Mr. Wheeler.”
He eases her back down until she sways all around, her feet fluttering. It must be maddening for her to barely feel the floor each time she swings back and forth. It’s arousing as hell, and I stroke my cock as she dangles in sheer agony.
Her legs kick and pedal before her knees jerk together. Her feet stretch down and point toward the floor, the tips of her toes barely brushing the wood surface. Her face turns a lovely shade of red as she rasps for breath.
Her hands continue to jerk upward, making her pussy extremely red, swollen and wet. It was pure inspiration tying her wrists in front like that. Either she’s desperate to loosen the constricting coil from around her neck or she’s desperate to enjoy one more orgasm before she passes out.
“Down,” I tell our “executioner”. He eases up on the rope until Dorothy’s bare feet come in contact with the floor yet again. She sways drunkenly as she rasps madly for breath.
“Better?” I ask Dorothy with concern in my voice. She nods her head as she coughs and gasps, swaying unsteadily on her feet.
Boyle looks and me and says Dorothy will probably feel better if we lift her back up and leave her hanging. “All this up and down business must be hard on her throat, Mr. Wheeler.”
“Good thinking, Boyle,” I reply. Then I smile at the panting woman, her chest heaving from her exertions.
“Don’t worry, love. This time it will be permanent. You’ll be able to cum to your heart’s content as you hang to death. How does that sound?”
Her eyes get big as saucers and she shakes her head. Then I nod at our “executioner”. “Take her back up into the air, my good man. Two feet off the ground should just about do it, if you please.”
Dorothy starts to let out a cry of alarm. Her voice is cut off as he leans on the rope. Dorothy is pulled up off her feet into the air for the very last time as he ties the rope off to a nearby cleat attached to the wall.
Her legs scissor and kick as she starts to swing wildly, her body pirouetting like a ballet dancer. Her hands jerk that rope up into her crotch like crazy until it looks really red and starts to bleed a little. Boyle snaps away with his camera as my assistant stands next to me.
“May I join you, Mr. Wheeler?”
“Certainly.” That’s when he unzips his fly, takes out his meat and starts stroking as well.
Dorothy grunts and gurgles as her face turns a nasty shade of red. Her neck appears to lengthen as her knees come together again, jerking upward as though she can somehow loosen the constricting coil from around her neck. However that action only serves to tighten it, strangling her more profoundly.
There is the distinct sound of a loud fart, a sound that blends with her ragged rasps. Her knees jerk upward as her hands furiously jerk that rope into her crotch. Her back arches, her eyes rolling as her neck stretches even more. Her chest sticks out as her nipples swell, drool from her mouth splattering down upon them.
There is the sound of another loud fart as her bowels release. A messy pile splats onto the floor below her swaying body. Then it is as though relieving herself has suddenly given her an extra burst of adrenaline as she kicks wildly again.
Her body twists and sways as she grunts and gurgles. Her knees jerk together again as her chest spasms from lack of air. Then she abruptly goes limp, her legs twitching as rasping sounds emanate from her lungs.
There is a sudden splatter of piss underneath her as her bladder gives way. Then her body shudders as her legs twitch and spasm. Her tongue peeks out of her mouth as a trickle of blood splatters upon her breasts. The hanged lass has bitten her tongue.
Boyle furiously snaps pictures as the executioner and I stroke like crazy. As her body softly sways, twisting gently in place, we both step forward. Her legs are the recipient of our spurting cocks as cum streaks down and drips off her feet onto the floor.
“Who do we make the money order out to, love?” Boyle asks the dangling wench… as though she could possibly hear him in her present condition. I lean closer as though listening for a reply that will not be forthcoming.
“She says we should keep it,” I tell him with a smile. “She says she’s grateful to have danced for our viewing pleasure, and that she hopes the photos keep us happy for many years to come.”
“Excellent,” Boyle proclaims with a grin. “She always was a thoughtful lass.”
All three of us walk up to her and caress her naked, twitching body. Boyle squeezes her tits as I finger her dripping slit. My assistant appreciatively runs his hands up and down her legs before turning to me with a smile on his face.
“You always find good ones for us, Mr. Wheeler. Her tits really bounced. This one put on an excellent performance.”
“She certainly did,” I reply with a smile. Then I look at the hanged lass one last time.
“Thanks for the effort, love. Sorry we can’t stay longer, but we must be going.” Then I give her a push. Her naked body sways back and forth as we gather up our gear and turn our backs on her, heading out of the empty hall with a camera full of pictures and minds filled with erotic memories…
© 2012; 2017 (written for Dorothy Jan 10 ’12; ed. May 1 ‘17 by riwa)
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh Just Great Now I`m In For A Sleepless Night
Gibbs505
SERVORUM DOMITOR
I really like number 7
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Nine Or Ten will do for me
impaler49152
Governor
Hanging fun with Caprice
impaler49152
Governor
I like #7 too
Here are some old ones by Rizar, a picture story from my archive year 2000
KvK
Tribune
"C'mon, honey! You know the rules! No gum on the gallows! Spit it out!"
riwa
Governor
Another hanging story I did. I just love to include Dottie when I can. My bad...
Hanged from tree in front yard
I met him and his friends when they came into my strip club. They saw me and asked me for a private show. So I took them to a special room and gave them all a lap dance.
I got all their cocks good and hard as I ground into each bulge. I could tell how much they loved it. And I found myself thinking about which one of them I would like to fuck first if I ever got the chance.
That night when the club closed Jeffrey was right there wanting to take me out for coffee. So I went out with him. We hit it off right away.
He and his pals came back several more times for lap dances. They were always lavish with their tips. And I kept on seeing Jeffrey.
I soon learned he was rich. It explained why his tips were always so generous. He also told me he had fallen for me.
I told him I was flattered but that I enjoyed my job too much, especially the way I could get guys cocks good and hard. He said he understood that. And he didn’t have a problem with me continuing to work at the club.
He offered to marry me, telling me he could give me a better life if I wanted. I could wear nice clothes and go out to more expensive restaurants. I had to admit the idea certainly appealed to me.
That night we went to his penthouse in the city where he made love to me. It was wonderful. He told me I owed him nothing as a result of our sex together as he didn’t want me to feel obligated. But I was already starting to consider taking him up on his marriage proposal.
His pals were coming in getting lap dances every now and then. I was giving them blowjobs and had been considering fucking them as they had such wonderful cocks. But I figured I would have to give that up if I was going to marry Jeffrey.
I finally agreed; he was just too good to me to turn down. He even offered to allow me to strip at the club for the attention of men so long as it went no farther. How could I say no?
I did have to sign a prenup, but I didn’t mind. However it was the last paragraph in the prenup that got my attention. If I was caught committing adultery, it meant he could hang me to death.
I was stunned. So I asked if he was serious. He told me he was. He said I was free to divorce him and go my merry way if I didn’t like the life we had together. All he asked was that I didn’t commit adultery.
Naturally I told him I would have to think it over. He wouldn’t really hang me, would he? After all, the crazy bastard loved me!
I thought about the strip club and the job I loved and the cocks I enjoyed teasing. But I loved him enough that I figured it would all work out in the end. After all, he would grant me my divorce if I wasn’t happy and wanted to go back to being single.
At one point I asked a couple of girls I worked with what they thought about it. They told me they weren’t sure it would work out since I loved cock so much. They said if I screwed up - and they were sure I would - they fully planned on attending my hanging. In response I told them to go fuck themselves.
That evening a couple of his pals came in to see me. I couldn’t help giving them both lap dances. After all, they were more generous with their tips than the other customers who came to see me.
I asked them how serious Jeffrey was about hanging someone. They told me they’d witnessed a hanging and believed him to be quite serious. The girl had been a slut so he’d hanged her from the oak tree in the front yard of his home according to the terms of their prenup.
I was astonished; I just couldn’t believe it! Then they confessed they were concerned if I loved him enough to remain faithful. I could understand how they felt, especially since I ended up willingly blowing them both before they left.
I finally decided a change of pace would do me good. Jeffrey loved me and had offered to give me a better life. I hadn’t told him I was having sex with some of my other clients, although I imagine he’d already figured that out. I decided I could put the club life behind me and become a one-man woman.
We had a nice ceremony at his home in the country. All my friends from the club were there along with his friends and acquaintances from work. And of course all his pals were there, the ones I kept blowing at the club.
We held it in the front yard in front of that big oak tree. I was rather shaky standing there during the ceremony knowing the last woman he’d married had met her end under one of those giant limbs. If I screwed up I could find my life ending in that very location, perhaps with this very same group of people looking on.
For the first three months of our life together I committed myself to being the wife of Jeffrey Smith. But I missed teasing all those cocks back at the club. So I asked him about it and how it would affect the prenup.
He said there was nothing in the terms about me being a cock-tease. He said that was a part of me he found irresistible. Often I would tease him and get him all worked up before he would fuck the shit out of me. So I went back to work at the club, appreciative of his understanding about my needs.
The owners welcomed me back with open arms. I had big tits and was one of the more popular girls there. The other bitches were jealous as hell. But at the very least my presence meant more customers for everyone.
Some of the girls there questioned my ability to stay out of trouble and remain faithful. I told them I loved Jeffrey and would never do anything to hurt him. They just laughed at me, reminding me I loved cock too much. Perhaps they were right.
Jeffrey’s pals had continued to come in to get lap dances even after I’d left. But when I came back they still went to the other girls. I was hurt they didn’t want to see me, and I told them so.
They replied how they respected Jeffrey and didn’t want anything to come between us. I told them I loved teasing the hell out of them and was glad they cared about their pal. I said I’d be happy to give them lap dances if they wished. But the blowjobs would have to stop.
I don’t know what the hell happened to me. But when I gave them a lap dance it was as though I wanted their cocks more than ever. Now they had become forbidden fruit, meaning they were even more desirable.
A month after my return to the club I had Jeffrey’s friend Riwa in a back room. He had a great cock, and I was horny as hell. And our penthouse in the city was beckoning for me to bring him home as I stayed in it during the week whenever I was in town.
I gave Riwa the lap dance of his life. Then I invited him back to the penthouse for a drink. When he looked at me I could tell right away how much he wanted me. That was such a fucking turn-on!
“Don’t you know how dangerous it would be for us to be together in his penthouse, Dottie? Don’t you know how much I want you?”
“Riwa, I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first night I laid eyes on you. Just one little drink, ok? We can have a drink together and then you can leave.” But when we got there I didn’t want him to leave. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. So we fucked like rabbits.
I’m ashamed to admit it was one of the most erotic nights of my life. I’d pursued him and had gotten exactly what I’d wanted. Imagining hanging for my crime had only made the sex that much hotter.
Riwa reminded me I could hang for what we had just done. Maybe that was the allure – the danger I was putting myself in. It was so arousing that I’d willingly taken the chance.
Before he left I told him how hot it had been but that we shouldn’t do it again. I was feeling guilty once it was over. “You won’t tell on me, will you, Riwa?”
“He’s my friend, Dottie, although I like you a lot. No, I won’t tell on you.” Then he was gone.
I decided that was going to be the end of the matter. That weekend I went home to Jeffrey and was the ever attentive wife. We enjoyed our naked swim in his large backyard pool. Afterwards we fucked like rabbits.
I vowed my time with Riwa would only be a one-time indiscretion. After all, I could hang for it if Jeffrey ever found out. But the temptation was just too great, especially when his friend Mark came in for a lap dance a few days later.
I gyrated in his lap like a woman gone mad. Then I invited him back to the penthouse. He was wary just like Riwa had been, admitting he’d always wanted to fuck me and would have a hard time holding back because of his fondness for Jeffrey. I told him we were only having drinks before I sent him home.
It was a lie of course. Once we got to the penthouse I got him out of his clothes and began sucking on his cock like a back-alley whore. I just had to have it.
“Don’t you realize you could hang for this, Dottie?”
“That’s what makes it so exciting, Mark! Now fuck me like the slut I am!”
He took me from behind and pounded me ruthlessly. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. The whole time I was imagining that damned tree in our front yard and Jeffrey marching me to it like a condemned woman.
Once more I was contrite once I was back in Jeffrey’s presence. And once more I vowed it would only be that second time and no more. But I was becoming addicted to the rush of fucking all the while knowing I could be hanged for my indiscretions.
I ended up fucking all of Jeffrey’s pals in our penthouse in the city, plus a few other clients I had from the club. The rush was just too addictive. It was as though having that prenup had brought out the whore in me. Hell, I even took it up the ass from several clients, believing I totally deserved it. The orgasms were incredible.
Hanged from tree in front yard
I met him and his friends when they came into my strip club. They saw me and asked me for a private show. So I took them to a special room and gave them all a lap dance.
I got all their cocks good and hard as I ground into each bulge. I could tell how much they loved it. And I found myself thinking about which one of them I would like to fuck first if I ever got the chance.
That night when the club closed Jeffrey was right there wanting to take me out for coffee. So I went out with him. We hit it off right away.
He and his pals came back several more times for lap dances. They were always lavish with their tips. And I kept on seeing Jeffrey.
I soon learned he was rich. It explained why his tips were always so generous. He also told me he had fallen for me.
I told him I was flattered but that I enjoyed my job too much, especially the way I could get guys cocks good and hard. He said he understood that. And he didn’t have a problem with me continuing to work at the club.
He offered to marry me, telling me he could give me a better life if I wanted. I could wear nice clothes and go out to more expensive restaurants. I had to admit the idea certainly appealed to me.
That night we went to his penthouse in the city where he made love to me. It was wonderful. He told me I owed him nothing as a result of our sex together as he didn’t want me to feel obligated. But I was already starting to consider taking him up on his marriage proposal.
His pals were coming in getting lap dances every now and then. I was giving them blowjobs and had been considering fucking them as they had such wonderful cocks. But I figured I would have to give that up if I was going to marry Jeffrey.
I finally agreed; he was just too good to me to turn down. He even offered to allow me to strip at the club for the attention of men so long as it went no farther. How could I say no?
I did have to sign a prenup, but I didn’t mind. However it was the last paragraph in the prenup that got my attention. If I was caught committing adultery, it meant he could hang me to death.
I was stunned. So I asked if he was serious. He told me he was. He said I was free to divorce him and go my merry way if I didn’t like the life we had together. All he asked was that I didn’t commit adultery.
Naturally I told him I would have to think it over. He wouldn’t really hang me, would he? After all, the crazy bastard loved me!
I thought about the strip club and the job I loved and the cocks I enjoyed teasing. But I loved him enough that I figured it would all work out in the end. After all, he would grant me my divorce if I wasn’t happy and wanted to go back to being single.
At one point I asked a couple of girls I worked with what they thought about it. They told me they weren’t sure it would work out since I loved cock so much. They said if I screwed up - and they were sure I would - they fully planned on attending my hanging. In response I told them to go fuck themselves.
That evening a couple of his pals came in to see me. I couldn’t help giving them both lap dances. After all, they were more generous with their tips than the other customers who came to see me.
I asked them how serious Jeffrey was about hanging someone. They told me they’d witnessed a hanging and believed him to be quite serious. The girl had been a slut so he’d hanged her from the oak tree in the front yard of his home according to the terms of their prenup.
I was astonished; I just couldn’t believe it! Then they confessed they were concerned if I loved him enough to remain faithful. I could understand how they felt, especially since I ended up willingly blowing them both before they left.
I finally decided a change of pace would do me good. Jeffrey loved me and had offered to give me a better life. I hadn’t told him I was having sex with some of my other clients, although I imagine he’d already figured that out. I decided I could put the club life behind me and become a one-man woman.
We had a nice ceremony at his home in the country. All my friends from the club were there along with his friends and acquaintances from work. And of course all his pals were there, the ones I kept blowing at the club.
We held it in the front yard in front of that big oak tree. I was rather shaky standing there during the ceremony knowing the last woman he’d married had met her end under one of those giant limbs. If I screwed up I could find my life ending in that very location, perhaps with this very same group of people looking on.
For the first three months of our life together I committed myself to being the wife of Jeffrey Smith. But I missed teasing all those cocks back at the club. So I asked him about it and how it would affect the prenup.
He said there was nothing in the terms about me being a cock-tease. He said that was a part of me he found irresistible. Often I would tease him and get him all worked up before he would fuck the shit out of me. So I went back to work at the club, appreciative of his understanding about my needs.
The owners welcomed me back with open arms. I had big tits and was one of the more popular girls there. The other bitches were jealous as hell. But at the very least my presence meant more customers for everyone.
Some of the girls there questioned my ability to stay out of trouble and remain faithful. I told them I loved Jeffrey and would never do anything to hurt him. They just laughed at me, reminding me I loved cock too much. Perhaps they were right.
Jeffrey’s pals had continued to come in to get lap dances even after I’d left. But when I came back they still went to the other girls. I was hurt they didn’t want to see me, and I told them so.
They replied how they respected Jeffrey and didn’t want anything to come between us. I told them I loved teasing the hell out of them and was glad they cared about their pal. I said I’d be happy to give them lap dances if they wished. But the blowjobs would have to stop.
I don’t know what the hell happened to me. But when I gave them a lap dance it was as though I wanted their cocks more than ever. Now they had become forbidden fruit, meaning they were even more desirable.
A month after my return to the club I had Jeffrey’s friend Riwa in a back room. He had a great cock, and I was horny as hell. And our penthouse in the city was beckoning for me to bring him home as I stayed in it during the week whenever I was in town.
I gave Riwa the lap dance of his life. Then I invited him back to the penthouse for a drink. When he looked at me I could tell right away how much he wanted me. That was such a fucking turn-on!
“Don’t you know how dangerous it would be for us to be together in his penthouse, Dottie? Don’t you know how much I want you?”
“Riwa, I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first night I laid eyes on you. Just one little drink, ok? We can have a drink together and then you can leave.” But when we got there I didn’t want him to leave. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. So we fucked like rabbits.
I’m ashamed to admit it was one of the most erotic nights of my life. I’d pursued him and had gotten exactly what I’d wanted. Imagining hanging for my crime had only made the sex that much hotter.
Riwa reminded me I could hang for what we had just done. Maybe that was the allure – the danger I was putting myself in. It was so arousing that I’d willingly taken the chance.
Before he left I told him how hot it had been but that we shouldn’t do it again. I was feeling guilty once it was over. “You won’t tell on me, will you, Riwa?”
“He’s my friend, Dottie, although I like you a lot. No, I won’t tell on you.” Then he was gone.
I decided that was going to be the end of the matter. That weekend I went home to Jeffrey and was the ever attentive wife. We enjoyed our naked swim in his large backyard pool. Afterwards we fucked like rabbits.
I vowed my time with Riwa would only be a one-time indiscretion. After all, I could hang for it if Jeffrey ever found out. But the temptation was just too great, especially when his friend Mark came in for a lap dance a few days later.
I gyrated in his lap like a woman gone mad. Then I invited him back to the penthouse. He was wary just like Riwa had been, admitting he’d always wanted to fuck me and would have a hard time holding back because of his fondness for Jeffrey. I told him we were only having drinks before I sent him home.
It was a lie of course. Once we got to the penthouse I got him out of his clothes and began sucking on his cock like a back-alley whore. I just had to have it.
“Don’t you realize you could hang for this, Dottie?”
“That’s what makes it so exciting, Mark! Now fuck me like the slut I am!”
He took me from behind and pounded me ruthlessly. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. The whole time I was imagining that damned tree in our front yard and Jeffrey marching me to it like a condemned woman.
Once more I was contrite once I was back in Jeffrey’s presence. And once more I vowed it would only be that second time and no more. But I was becoming addicted to the rush of fucking all the while knowing I could be hanged for my indiscretions.
I ended up fucking all of Jeffrey’s pals in our penthouse in the city, plus a few other clients I had from the club. The rush was just too addictive. It was as though having that prenup had brought out the whore in me. Hell, I even took it up the ass from several clients, believing I totally deserved it. The orgasms were incredible.
riwa
Governor
On Saturday I was feeling a little guilty as I drove out to the house. But I wasn’t feeling nearly as bad as I thought I should have. Perhaps it was time to ask for a divorce before I found myself wearing a hemp necktie in the front yard.
Jeffrey wasn’t home so I went to work cleaning up the place and making his favorite meal for when he returned. I got a call midafternoon telling me he was at work and couldn’t get away until evening. I told him I would have his favorite meal ready when he got home and that I would be his all night long.
When he walked in that evening I kissed him deeply. But he didn’t return it as passionately. Besides, he had brought some work home. I was afraid we might not have much time to spend together.
I waved at the meal I’d fixed for him, telling him how much I loved and appreciated him. It was hard saying it though. I even lowered my eyes because I was remembering my most recent fuck behind his back and how erotic it had been knowing he could haul me right out to that big oak tree and hang me.
I was happy to see him enjoy the meal I’d fixed. It was a little on the heavy side, so we probably weren’t going to be having sex right away. Then it was time to go fetch dessert from the kitchen.
“I’ve got something for you,” I told him as I brought out his favorite cheese cake.
“And I’ve something for you,” he told me, pointing at my chair. Sitting there was a large manila envelope he must have put there while I was in the kitchen.
Was it the title to another car? Was it a shopping spree? He was always springing those things on me. It made me feel even more guilty.
My heart leaped into my throat when I opened it up and pulled out a single sheet of paper with a montage of pictures of me fucking his friend Riwa in the penthouse. Another sheet of paper contained another montage of pics of me fucking Mark. His other two friends were included along with pics of several of my other customers I’d taken there.
I gasped as I stared at all that incriminating evidence. Then my hands began to tremble. “Damn you, Jeffrey! You had me followed??” I tried to sound indignant even though I was shaking like a leaf.
“Didn’t have to,” he replied, taking another mouthful of cheesecake. “The hidden cameras in the penthouse recorded it all. The hanging is already set for tomorrow morning. I’ve been out today inviting company employees as well as all your friends and coworkers from the club to attend. They seem quite eager to see you hang.” He paused before adding, “The cheesecake is delicious.”
I stared at him in shock the way he’d said it so calmly. Then I stammered, “You can’t just… h-hang me like that, can you??”
“Afraid I can, Dottie. The paperwork is all legit.” Then he finished his cheesecake and rose up from the table before telling me, “Now it’s time to get a slut like you ready.”
“Ready?” I gasped as I swallowed hard. “Ready for what?”
“Ready for your last night on earth. I’ve got just the thing for a cock-hungry whore like you.”
“Jeffrey?? Wait… you can’t…!”
He took me by the arm and led me off to our private sex room. It had some accessories we’d used from time to time. When we got there I looked in horror to see he’d set up a fucking machine for my cunt and ass.
He stripped me out of my clothes and tied me up until I was kneeling. One dildo went up my pussy while the other filled my ass. For good measure he fitted one into my mouth to thrust in and out. Then he turned them on, bidding me goodnight and then walking out the door. He even turned the light off, plunging me in total darkness.
I’d used his machines before. But it was the first time I’d ever been stuffed like that, especially on the night before my hanging. The darkness scared the crap out of me!
Those dildos pumped me nice and slow. Then they increased until I was really getting it good and hard. It was hard to breathe with the one in my mouth. Then I screamed from a horrific orgasm.
The machine powered down and I got a bit of a breather. Then it began to increase. The dildos fucked me harder and faster until I came again. I got it three times before the machine shut off.
I thought maybe that was going to be the end of it. But the machine came back on. I got it three more times before it powered back down.
I think the machine was set for 15 minute intervals with a 15 minute rest. I was in for a long night. By the time he got ready to hang me in the morning I was going to be mush.
The machine powered down until I got a 15 minute fuck and a 15 minute rest. Then I got a 15 minute fuck and a 30 minute rest. I was going to be sore and all cummed out by morning.
I don’t know when the machine finally shut off or how much sleep I got in that uncomfortable position. In the morning the door opened and Jeffrey came in. He was wearing one of those terrycloth robes we used whenever we were in the back yard taking a break from using the swimming pool.
He tied my arms behind my back hand over elbow until my tits stuck out. Then he marched me outside. I stammered, “Naked… you’re going to hang me… n-naked??”
“That’s right, Dottie.” I couldn’t believe he was so calm about it.
When we stepped outside I saw a small crowd of people had gathered over by that oak tree, many of whom were wearing those same robes. A lot of them were the same ones who’d attended our wedding. But that wasn’t what I was looking for. My eyes quickly focused on the noose dangling from one of the branches over a small set of steps.
It was embarrassing as hell being marched out there naked to his tree in the front yard. I started to hyperventilate as my nipples hardened considerably. My pussy and ass were already dripping from my many cums during the night.
I found Riwa and Mark as well as Jeffrey’s other two pals I’d fucked. They didn’t act the least bit guilty. If anything, they looked eager to see me hang.
My heart leapt into my throat as Jeffrey marched me forward. I gasped, “You’re not really going to do this, are you?”
“Why not? You signed the prenup. You knew what was in it. Besides, you told my friends how hot it made you to think you might be caught and forced to hang for it.”
“But Jeffrey, I… I LOVE you!”
“No you don’t, Dottie. You love cock. I just happen to be packing one, just like all the other men you’ve fucked.”
I recognized some of the girls I worked with at the club. Some of them were also wearing robes. The fucking bitches were smiling at the peril I was in.
“Jeffrey, what’s going on? Why all the… what’s going on??”
“We’re having a barbecue pool party right after your hanging, Dottie. I’ve invited everyone to attend. You’ll be left to dangle out here for the duration while we go back and have ourselves a good time.”
“You’re not… not really going to do this, are you??”
“Riwa?” he said to his friend. “Have I done this before? Dottie wants to know.”
Riwa looked at me and smiled knowingly as he told me, “You’ll be the fourth, Dottie.”
“The F-FOURTH???” Now I was really terrified.
I frantically looked all around until I saw Judge Meyers standing there in a robe. He was one of my regulars I teased and sucked. Maybe he was my ticket out of this mess.
“Judge!” I gasped. “Please don’t let them hang me!”
When he looked at me I thought I saw a small glimmer of hope. Then he put out his hand and said, “Let me see the evidence one more time please.” Jeffrey’s attractive secretary Lilly handed a manila envelope over to him.
He looked through all the photos. Then he looked at a piece of paper that must have contained that last part of the document I’d signed. “The evidence is overwhelming, miss. And the prenup looks perfectly legal. Is that your signature?”
“Y-yes, sir. But I…”
“No matter. You may proceed with the hanging, Mr. Smith.”
I gasped as some of his friends started to clap. I could tell they were really looking forward to this. “Jeffrey; NO!” I gasped as he walked me up the steps.
There were six of them I had to navigate, taking me several feet up off the ground. The noose was hooked to a crossbeam at the top of the steps. Jeffrey freed the noose from its hook and looped it around my neck, cinching it up tight. One push and I’d fall backwards off the steps to lap dance my life away.
“J-J-Jeffrey?” I stammered, my heart racing as my pussy throbbed. By then I was wet as hell and leaking like a sieve. My nipples were so hard they hurt as my tits heaved every time I tried to take a breath.
“I loved you and was ready to take a chance on you, Dottie. But I see now you can never leave the life of the club.”
“That’s because she’s a whore!” one of the club bitches called out. There was laughter as several others nodded their heads.
“D-don’t I g-get a last r-request?”
“No, Dottie. That’s been reserved for my friends. They tried to warn me about you. Then they told me they’d love watching you hang once you committed adultery. Now they want to fuck your ass in the noose after you’re dead. Time for your last lap dance, Dottie.” And with that he pushed me backward.
I let out a cry as I fell backward off the steps. Then the noose caught me up as I swung back and forth, twisting and turning less than three feet off the ground. I grunted and gurgled as the scratchy hemp dug into my throat.
I saw Jeffrey move to stand right next to his secretary. “He’s mine once you’re dead, bitch,” she called out to me unsympathetically. Then she opened his robe and began stroking his hard cock.
It hurt like hell as my legs struggled to find firm footing while I swung and twisted. The noose was thick and didn’t close off my throat right away. That’s when I realized I was going to experience this for several long minutes before I finally faded away.
I kicked and struggled, my tits thrusting outward. My fluids flew out of my wet crotch as my pussy winked at everyone. It was so horrific that my knees came together in a bunny hop as I actually orgasmed in the noose.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. But I couldn’t fault Jeffrey for his actions no matter how hard I tried. I knew the consequences; it was my own damn fault. Hell, the idea he might actually hang me had made my forbidden fruit taste that much sweeter. It was a bitter pill to swallow.
Some of the guys’ robes had parted, allowing me to see they were naked with raging hard-ons. I saw a couple of club bitches grab on and stroke them while reaching into their own robes to rub themselves. Were they actually getting off watching me hang to death??
My hips thrust outward as though I was somehow trying to fuck all those cocks. In my asphyxiated state maybe I was. It hurt like hell as I kicked and danced.
At one point it dawned on me I was giving the ultimate lap dance. And I had one hell of an appreciative audience. I noticed a couple of bitches glaring at me as though they were jealous as hell.
Something made me throw myself into my dying gyrations. Maybe it was a natural reaction. But maybe it was because I was a cock tease all the way to the end. I’d like to think that’s what it was.
I finally tired myself out until there was nothing left to give. I could barely get any air down my throat as I swung less and less, slowly twisting in one direction and then back in the other. I could actually feel internal organs dying inside.
The judge came forward and parted his robe. “That was one hell of a lap dance, Dottie. This is my last request.” Then he grabbed my feet, using them to give himself a foot job.
I rasped and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. I shuddered from what must have been another orgasm, although I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. When I caught sight of Jeffrey I saw him getting his cock sucked by that bitch secretary of his. That’s when I knew I would easily be replaced.
The judge’s cock erupted all over my feet as I shuddered. A death rattle emanated from my throat. I jerked one last time and then pissed myself before I faded away. At least I’d given them all one hell of a lap dance to remember…
© 2017 (written May 20 ’17 by Riwa)
(Inspired by the morning executions thread started by SteveH)
Jeffrey wasn’t home so I went to work cleaning up the place and making his favorite meal for when he returned. I got a call midafternoon telling me he was at work and couldn’t get away until evening. I told him I would have his favorite meal ready when he got home and that I would be his all night long.
When he walked in that evening I kissed him deeply. But he didn’t return it as passionately. Besides, he had brought some work home. I was afraid we might not have much time to spend together.
I waved at the meal I’d fixed for him, telling him how much I loved and appreciated him. It was hard saying it though. I even lowered my eyes because I was remembering my most recent fuck behind his back and how erotic it had been knowing he could haul me right out to that big oak tree and hang me.
I was happy to see him enjoy the meal I’d fixed. It was a little on the heavy side, so we probably weren’t going to be having sex right away. Then it was time to go fetch dessert from the kitchen.
“I’ve got something for you,” I told him as I brought out his favorite cheese cake.
“And I’ve something for you,” he told me, pointing at my chair. Sitting there was a large manila envelope he must have put there while I was in the kitchen.
Was it the title to another car? Was it a shopping spree? He was always springing those things on me. It made me feel even more guilty.
My heart leaped into my throat when I opened it up and pulled out a single sheet of paper with a montage of pictures of me fucking his friend Riwa in the penthouse. Another sheet of paper contained another montage of pics of me fucking Mark. His other two friends were included along with pics of several of my other customers I’d taken there.
I gasped as I stared at all that incriminating evidence. Then my hands began to tremble. “Damn you, Jeffrey! You had me followed??” I tried to sound indignant even though I was shaking like a leaf.
“Didn’t have to,” he replied, taking another mouthful of cheesecake. “The hidden cameras in the penthouse recorded it all. The hanging is already set for tomorrow morning. I’ve been out today inviting company employees as well as all your friends and coworkers from the club to attend. They seem quite eager to see you hang.” He paused before adding, “The cheesecake is delicious.”
I stared at him in shock the way he’d said it so calmly. Then I stammered, “You can’t just… h-hang me like that, can you??”
“Afraid I can, Dottie. The paperwork is all legit.” Then he finished his cheesecake and rose up from the table before telling me, “Now it’s time to get a slut like you ready.”
“Ready?” I gasped as I swallowed hard. “Ready for what?”
“Ready for your last night on earth. I’ve got just the thing for a cock-hungry whore like you.”
“Jeffrey?? Wait… you can’t…!”
He took me by the arm and led me off to our private sex room. It had some accessories we’d used from time to time. When we got there I looked in horror to see he’d set up a fucking machine for my cunt and ass.
He stripped me out of my clothes and tied me up until I was kneeling. One dildo went up my pussy while the other filled my ass. For good measure he fitted one into my mouth to thrust in and out. Then he turned them on, bidding me goodnight and then walking out the door. He even turned the light off, plunging me in total darkness.
I’d used his machines before. But it was the first time I’d ever been stuffed like that, especially on the night before my hanging. The darkness scared the crap out of me!
Those dildos pumped me nice and slow. Then they increased until I was really getting it good and hard. It was hard to breathe with the one in my mouth. Then I screamed from a horrific orgasm.
The machine powered down and I got a bit of a breather. Then it began to increase. The dildos fucked me harder and faster until I came again. I got it three times before the machine shut off.
I thought maybe that was going to be the end of it. But the machine came back on. I got it three more times before it powered back down.
I think the machine was set for 15 minute intervals with a 15 minute rest. I was in for a long night. By the time he got ready to hang me in the morning I was going to be mush.
The machine powered down until I got a 15 minute fuck and a 15 minute rest. Then I got a 15 minute fuck and a 30 minute rest. I was going to be sore and all cummed out by morning.
I don’t know when the machine finally shut off or how much sleep I got in that uncomfortable position. In the morning the door opened and Jeffrey came in. He was wearing one of those terrycloth robes we used whenever we were in the back yard taking a break from using the swimming pool.
He tied my arms behind my back hand over elbow until my tits stuck out. Then he marched me outside. I stammered, “Naked… you’re going to hang me… n-naked??”
“That’s right, Dottie.” I couldn’t believe he was so calm about it.
When we stepped outside I saw a small crowd of people had gathered over by that oak tree, many of whom were wearing those same robes. A lot of them were the same ones who’d attended our wedding. But that wasn’t what I was looking for. My eyes quickly focused on the noose dangling from one of the branches over a small set of steps.
It was embarrassing as hell being marched out there naked to his tree in the front yard. I started to hyperventilate as my nipples hardened considerably. My pussy and ass were already dripping from my many cums during the night.
I found Riwa and Mark as well as Jeffrey’s other two pals I’d fucked. They didn’t act the least bit guilty. If anything, they looked eager to see me hang.
My heart leapt into my throat as Jeffrey marched me forward. I gasped, “You’re not really going to do this, are you?”
“Why not? You signed the prenup. You knew what was in it. Besides, you told my friends how hot it made you to think you might be caught and forced to hang for it.”
“But Jeffrey, I… I LOVE you!”
“No you don’t, Dottie. You love cock. I just happen to be packing one, just like all the other men you’ve fucked.”
I recognized some of the girls I worked with at the club. Some of them were also wearing robes. The fucking bitches were smiling at the peril I was in.
“Jeffrey, what’s going on? Why all the… what’s going on??”
“We’re having a barbecue pool party right after your hanging, Dottie. I’ve invited everyone to attend. You’ll be left to dangle out here for the duration while we go back and have ourselves a good time.”
“You’re not… not really going to do this, are you??”
“Riwa?” he said to his friend. “Have I done this before? Dottie wants to know.”
Riwa looked at me and smiled knowingly as he told me, “You’ll be the fourth, Dottie.”
“The F-FOURTH???” Now I was really terrified.
I frantically looked all around until I saw Judge Meyers standing there in a robe. He was one of my regulars I teased and sucked. Maybe he was my ticket out of this mess.
“Judge!” I gasped. “Please don’t let them hang me!”
When he looked at me I thought I saw a small glimmer of hope. Then he put out his hand and said, “Let me see the evidence one more time please.” Jeffrey’s attractive secretary Lilly handed a manila envelope over to him.
He looked through all the photos. Then he looked at a piece of paper that must have contained that last part of the document I’d signed. “The evidence is overwhelming, miss. And the prenup looks perfectly legal. Is that your signature?”
“Y-yes, sir. But I…”
“No matter. You may proceed with the hanging, Mr. Smith.”
I gasped as some of his friends started to clap. I could tell they were really looking forward to this. “Jeffrey; NO!” I gasped as he walked me up the steps.
There were six of them I had to navigate, taking me several feet up off the ground. The noose was hooked to a crossbeam at the top of the steps. Jeffrey freed the noose from its hook and looped it around my neck, cinching it up tight. One push and I’d fall backwards off the steps to lap dance my life away.
“J-J-Jeffrey?” I stammered, my heart racing as my pussy throbbed. By then I was wet as hell and leaking like a sieve. My nipples were so hard they hurt as my tits heaved every time I tried to take a breath.
“I loved you and was ready to take a chance on you, Dottie. But I see now you can never leave the life of the club.”
“That’s because she’s a whore!” one of the club bitches called out. There was laughter as several others nodded their heads.
“D-don’t I g-get a last r-request?”
“No, Dottie. That’s been reserved for my friends. They tried to warn me about you. Then they told me they’d love watching you hang once you committed adultery. Now they want to fuck your ass in the noose after you’re dead. Time for your last lap dance, Dottie.” And with that he pushed me backward.
I let out a cry as I fell backward off the steps. Then the noose caught me up as I swung back and forth, twisting and turning less than three feet off the ground. I grunted and gurgled as the scratchy hemp dug into my throat.
I saw Jeffrey move to stand right next to his secretary. “He’s mine once you’re dead, bitch,” she called out to me unsympathetically. Then she opened his robe and began stroking his hard cock.
It hurt like hell as my legs struggled to find firm footing while I swung and twisted. The noose was thick and didn’t close off my throat right away. That’s when I realized I was going to experience this for several long minutes before I finally faded away.
I kicked and struggled, my tits thrusting outward. My fluids flew out of my wet crotch as my pussy winked at everyone. It was so horrific that my knees came together in a bunny hop as I actually orgasmed in the noose.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. But I couldn’t fault Jeffrey for his actions no matter how hard I tried. I knew the consequences; it was my own damn fault. Hell, the idea he might actually hang me had made my forbidden fruit taste that much sweeter. It was a bitter pill to swallow.
Some of the guys’ robes had parted, allowing me to see they were naked with raging hard-ons. I saw a couple of club bitches grab on and stroke them while reaching into their own robes to rub themselves. Were they actually getting off watching me hang to death??
My hips thrust outward as though I was somehow trying to fuck all those cocks. In my asphyxiated state maybe I was. It hurt like hell as I kicked and danced.
At one point it dawned on me I was giving the ultimate lap dance. And I had one hell of an appreciative audience. I noticed a couple of bitches glaring at me as though they were jealous as hell.
Something made me throw myself into my dying gyrations. Maybe it was a natural reaction. But maybe it was because I was a cock tease all the way to the end. I’d like to think that’s what it was.
I finally tired myself out until there was nothing left to give. I could barely get any air down my throat as I swung less and less, slowly twisting in one direction and then back in the other. I could actually feel internal organs dying inside.
The judge came forward and parted his robe. “That was one hell of a lap dance, Dottie. This is my last request.” Then he grabbed my feet, using them to give himself a foot job.
I rasped and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. I shuddered from what must have been another orgasm, although I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. When I caught sight of Jeffrey I saw him getting his cock sucked by that bitch secretary of his. That’s when I knew I would easily be replaced.
The judge’s cock erupted all over my feet as I shuddered. A death rattle emanated from my throat. I jerked one last time and then pissed myself before I faded away. At least I’d given them all one hell of a lap dance to remember…
© 2017 (written May 20 ’17 by Riwa)
(Inspired by the morning executions thread started by SteveH)
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
I`m Dying all over the place i am
and in between death i`m dunked
in the pit of shit , yes you know
what you did to me yesterday Riwa
i`m still having orgasms from that.
good story love i enjoyed reading it.
someone remind me that i need a
new box of tissues tomorrow
and in between death i`m dunked
in the pit of shit , yes you know
what you did to me yesterday Riwa
i`m still having orgasms from that.
good story love i enjoyed reading it.
someone remind me that i need a
new box of tissues tomorrow