Lorna's Last Date

Lorna and Bill had dated a lot. Thirty something and lonely and had made love in his car and in the summer fields. It was at these times, he noticed she was turned on by any attention to her neck and throat. While the rest of the small but fully formed brunette's figure certainly excited him, he also liked to hold her gently by the neck as they kissed. Then, they met in her flat, as she must have felt more confident with him. He turned her round as they entered the sitting room and kissed her hard, the fingers of his right hand slipping round her throat, with the thumb toying with the silky skin over her windpipe.

"You like this?" He whispered in her ear.

At 5'2", she was ten inches shorter then him and her face was turned up to him.

Her voice was husky. "I always had a fantasy about being slowly and erotically strangled by a big man, with strong, hairy arms. A man just like you Bill." She smiled shyly. "Something to do with my helplessness in the face of the unknown," she added.

"Kind of role play," he mused, "But aren't you scared of losing consciousness?"

She lowered her eyes. "Part of the fantasy is what he may do with me while I'm out." She giggled. Bill suddenly felt very hot Lorna took his other hand and placed it on her neck. "Do it for me Bill!"

Bill looked down into her wide hazel eyes, the serious, but slightly uncertain look on the round face. What he had not told her, was his own fantasy of brutally choking a woman to death and now, here was one actually asking to be choked. She smiled shyly.

"Strangle me Bill, I want it now!"

Bill's cock almost exploded in his pants. He tightened his hold on the soft neck, feeling the flesh compress under his thumbs. Her hands came up and hung onto his wrists, but she didn't fight him and rather than pull away, she pressed closer to him, pressing his erection into her lower belly. The smile had turned to a dry grin, air hissing through her clenched teeth as she peered up at him through half closed eyelids.

He felt the forward thrust of her thighs against him and his mind went into an ecstatic cloud of pleasure, his big beefy hands, crushing her soft neck, forcing her head back so he could see her face. This was his fantasy. He was in control.

Lorna started to sink at the knees, her face going pink and her eyes screwed tight shut, her head swimming with a confusion of pleasure and pain as her windpipe was pressed back at the top, trapping her tongue to the back of her mouth. She was aware of a hot, pumping orgasm bursting in her groin and the great strength with which her throat was being crushed. Red blotches pulsed before her closed eyes. Oh god! This was really it, he was going to kill her! This was what it was like. The little noises from her throat stopped as her airway was completely closed and her knees hit the carpet with a tingling of pins and needles, which ran right up her writhing body. It was getting dark.

Bill smiled with hot pleasure as he felt her hands clutch at his arms, then slide off the dangle by her side. He was shaking her by the neck now with the strain of his grip, her head wobbling back and forth and he watched her eyes and mouth both open wide, her gaze going blank and her pink tongue swelling between her teeth. He watched her eyes roll upwards, feeling her weight depending on his hands and released her neck, letting her slump slowly to her side.

As her shoulders hit the carpet, she gave a harsh gargling sigh and lay still. The sight of her thighs, exposed as her skirt had ridden up, stirred him deliciously. Bending, he lifted her in his arms and dropped her on the bed, where he started to undo her blouse, pulling it off her limp arms and gazed down at her well filled bra, which he gripped in both hands and easily snapped free. Next came her knee length skirt. Her breathing was quieter now, as he slid the skirt away and with some difficulty, her suspender belt and stockings. The latter kept hooking themselves in the soft flesh of her thick thighs. At last, after tearing the skimpy little panties free, he looked down on her complete nakedness.

His erection exploded forth as he opened his zipper, and wrenching her legs wide apart, entered her with a great moan of lust and relief. The milky pale breasts wobbled softly as he plunged deeply inside her, gasping with pleasure. Slowly, at first, to savor the full moment, he started to work inside her, gripping the rounded flesh of her shoulders. It was then, that he realized, she was watching his face, her eyes open and alert.

Bill grinned down at her and reached down the bed for one of her nylon stockings. She watched him gravely as her looped it round her neck and crossed it over her throat, just the slightest hint of a smile on her wet lips. She grunted and looked up at the ceiling as he pulled it tight. Her hands clenched on the bed sheet, but there was no attempt to struggle.

"Aaakk!" She said, her mouth wide as the nylon sank into her soft neck and she pulled at the sheet. The sight of her strangled face and the nylon stretching thin, to cut deep into her throat.

"Ayeeekk!" She said as he felt his sperm erupt into her, throbbing again and again. Her eyes squeezed shut again and her teeth bared in a grin of her dying agony as her head pounded with the pressure. Her vaginal muscles contracted round him in her dying spasms and his sweat dripped from his chin onto her chest as he gritted his teeth to pull even harder.

When he looked down, her face had relaxed and her lips were in a swollen, blue tinted smile. He held the ligature tight for a long time after she died, to savor the look on her face,

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