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I was dressed for a few errands on a quiet evening. Nothing fancy, just one of my old skirts and a comfortable blouse.
I met him at the bookstore. His name was Uwe. I was fingering the little mark on my neck when our eyes met, and he nodded. We went for coffee. He seemed to know without asking. That I wanted him, and what I wanted from him. And I knew what he wanted from me. I loved it when he touched my neck.
We walked to my apartment. Uwe took my keys and opened the door. Inside, he took me in his arms and undressed me. He pressed me to my knees and I made him very hard with my mouth. His clothes came off too. I guessed that he didn't want to come right away, and I was right.
He tied me ankles to a chair and sat me down. My hands were tied to a belt he placed around my waist. He left me enough freedom to just reach between my legs. Standing behind me, Uwe stroked my cheeks and ruffled my hair.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Oh yes, Uwe."
"Do you want me to be gentle?"
I was worried he might crush the delicate parts in my throat, damage me beyond repair. But I knew, with Uwe, I'd find the excitement I longed for. Other lovers had been gentle. Too timid for me to take seriously. I had given up on them. I knew Uwe would see things through if I let him. He was dangerous, and he was what I wanted.
"No Uwe, give us what we both need."
Uwe put his left hand on the back of my head. I touched myself. He placed his right hand under my chin, the side of it against my throat. I moved my fingers down below. It would happen now, and I was ready. He slowly pushed the side of his hand into to my throat. My breath was hoarse. I began to choke a little. When he heard my sounds, he pushed harder. I was very hot now, rubbing myself in a circle, finally knowing fear.
I felt Uwe lift his hand from the back of my head. His body nestled closer behind me, a rigid backstop above the chair. The fingers of his left hand grabbed the fingers of his right, still pressing against me. He used his left hand to pull the right even deeper into my throat. It hurt, and I was choking harder. I could barely breathe. I wanted him to stop, and I would hate him if he did.
He didn't. The back of my head was forced against him. He kept his hand jammed into my throat for a very long time. Sometimes letting up a little to give me some air, then pressing hard again to cut it off. When he would push hard like that, my eyes watered from the pain. My fingers moved faster and my clit begged him for more. My toes dug into the carpet and pushed me back in the chair.
Finally he wouldn't let me breathe at all. Against my will I was struggling. Fighting for just one gulp of air. Uwe's grip was locked tight. He wouldn't let go. My pussy felt on fire as my body arched. I was close to an orgasm, but things were getting hazy. I could hardly see. There was a terrible and wonderful pressure in my head and lungs, a solid bar digging into my throat. My climax came as I was passing out.
I don't think I was out for long. I came to, Uwe standing beside me, watching me gasp. When my breathing slowed I understood and opened my mouth. He put his penis in, and rocked slowly. I sucked him gratefully as he moved. Soon I felt his thick warm come splashing behind my teeth and covering my tongue. It tasted sharp and salty. I held it there as he stepped back, and opened wide for him to see. Uwe smiled when I swallowed.
Uwe untied me and held me while I cried. Later we made love in my bed. Feeling him inside me, I lifted his hands to my neck where they belonged. I wondered, would he be there in the morning? And a darker thought. Would I?
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