Posted by BlueLips on February 26, 2009 at 01:54:11:
Iantha and Dina kissed passionately, their breasts squeezing against one another's warmly as they embraced. I could lose myself forever in these kisses, Dina thought. Since finding Iantha, or really, being discovered by her, Dina had known only bliss. She ran her hands through Iantha's short, pageboy haircut.
They separated. Dina's eyes scanned Iantha's naked, athletic body, her firm breasts. "Shall we start?" Iantha asked. "Ohhh yes..." Dina whispered.
The women turned their attention to the hooker tied to the bed, spread-eagled, naked. Her wrists were bound to the iron headboard, her ankles were tethered with ropes to the grillwork at the foot of the bed. She looked worried, and her breasts rose and fell sharply with her breathing.
"Get on her," Iantha commanded quietly. Dina got on the bed and kneeled between the girl's legs, almost as if to mount her, breathless with anticipation. Iantha walked behind the headboard, where the hooker couldn't see her.
In her short time with Iantha, Dina had learned that every encounter was different, and she would never know what to expect. But she had a guess at what was coming. She made soothing, cooing sounds in the hooker's ears as she squeezed and stroked the helpless woman's breasts. The hooker still looked nervous, which turned Dina on.
Iantha produced the thin silk cloth, something between a scarf and a rope, and she pulled it taut and brushed the middle against the back of the hooker's neck. The hooker stiffened for a second. "Wh- what is that?" she asked.
Iantha brought the ends of the scarf around slowly, upwards into the hooker's view. They crossed like an X. The hooker swallowed hard. "What are you doing?" Iantha tucked one end under the X, as if tying a shoe, then slowly drew the ends apart. The small braid formed by the scarf closed in on the girl's throat.
"Wait. Stop. I'm not into this!" she said. "You can take your money back. Just let me go! Let m-EEECKKKHHH!" Her speech was cut off as Iantha quickly pulled the garotte shut, strangling the hooker.
Dina was in heaven. She pinched her own nipple, then moved her hand back to fondle the hooker, who was shifting side to side in light, silent struggle. Dina could look into the hooker's frightened eyes, then gaze on Iantha's face, so determined, so deadly. It turned Dina on more than she could describe.
Soon the hooker was kicking against her bonds, flopping her body in mad desperation to break free. Her mouth was a cave, opened as wide as it could go. Her eyes were saucers. Dina started fingering her clit. "Yes, yes...."
Iantha let go. The hooker exhaled, then took in deep gulps of air. Her eyes were darting, confused.
From the toy chest by the wall, Iantha brought out a large, dark, strap-on dildo, and put it on. It had a nub on the Iantha's end that would tickle her clit as she pumped. The women smiled knowingly at each other. The hooker, now mostly recovered, was trying to scream, but only weak croaking came out.
"If you hit just the right point, you can bruise the larynx," Iantha explained. Dina was deeply horny with anticipation now, but she tried to listen and learn.
Dina had gotten back up on her knees. Iantha knelt behind her, reaching around to fondle her breasts. Dina moaned.
"Get back on all fours," Iantha said, and Dina obeyed. Iantha's voice was still calmly stern, almost professional, but Dina could hear Iantha's heavy breathing, too. Dina lifted her ass as Iantha worked the dildo into her. Dina sighed. She watched as the hooker closed her eyes and kept struggling against the ropes.
"Now pull the scarf," Iantha whispered in her ear.
Dina paused. "M-me?" she said.
"You've watched enough times. Let's see what you've learned."
Dina took up the ends of the scarf. The hooker's eyes snapped open, and she managed to croak out: "Don't. Please..." Dina pulled, and the hooker's breathing became a rough wheeze.
Iantha began pumping inside Dina, slowly, as if trying to distract her. It was working. Dina concentrated on holding firm, but the scarf didn't seem to be doing much. "Wait, I remember," Dina said. She loosened the scarf and moved the small knot further towards the hooker's chin, then pulled again, this time trying to push the whole scarf up. The hooker gagged loudly before the sound was cut off. Much better.
Iantha was pumping faster now. Dina wanted to let go of the scarf and flick her clit, but she forced herself to keep up the pressure on the girl's neck. The hooker had a worried, despairing look on her face as tiny squeaks and wheezes escaped from her mouth. The hooker started fighting it more, thrashing a little as she tried to break free. Dina loved that, and she lowered her breasts to try to rub the hooker's nipples.
Dina felt her arms tiring, and Iantha, whose breathing was getting heavier and wilder, seemed to sense this. "Get ... leverage..." Iantha panted between thrusts.
As she'd seen Iantha do, Dina wrapped the ends of the scarf around her fists. Then she put all her weight down on her hands, pushing into the mattress and forwards toward the headboard. The scarf knot seemed to dig into the skin around the hooker's neck. Dina stiffened her arms and readied herself to hold the position.
The hooker was suddenly silent. Her eyes widened with this newfound pain, and her head rocked side to side in confused panic.
Amid Iantha's heavy breaths, Dina heard tiny, high-pitched squeaks. Soon, Iantha's body began quaking in orgasm. Iantha exhaled heavily and kept pumping. Dina tried hard to concentrate on her task, but her wrists trembled and she moaned in growing ecstacy. She started bucking back, matching Iantha's rhythm, feeling the dildo tweak her clit in just the right way. That tingling in her pussy was starting to build up. "Oh... oh....!"
Suddenly, Iantha stopped moving and grabbed Dina's hips, preventing the other girl from moving too. It was all Dina could do to hang onto the scarf. "No..." Dina whined softly.
"Talk to her," Iantha said, her voice calm again. "Tell her you want her to die."
Dina hesitated. Iantha had been trying to get her to talk dirty during lovemaking, and it was awkward for her. But she wanted to cum so badly. She redoubled her efforts on the hooker's throat, trying to pull tighter and push down. The hooker thrashed, her lips and tongue darkening, her eyes starting to bulge.
"I... I want... you to die," Dina forced herself to say, hesitantly. It felt embarrassing, but it also felt good to her. "I want to see you die," she said, and she found that hearing the words turned her on.
Iantha let go of Dina and began thrusting again. "Oh! Oh, yes, yes, I want you to die," Dina said again. Iantha pumped faster, and Dina began thrusting back in rhythm. "I'm killing you. Oh god, I'm killing you!" she said.
She wasn't sure the hooker could even hear at this point, but she didn't care. The words felt so good. Dina fought the urge to close her eyes. She saw the hooker's body tense up, thrusting her tits skyward. The hooker began to shake. "Die." Dina's voice rose in pitch. "Die... die..." The cock pumped even faster. "OH! Oh, I want you to DIE," she shrieked. "Die you little bitch! DIE, YOU FUCKING CUNT, DIE!!!"
Dina threw her head back and literally screamed. Waves of orgasm rocked through her body, jerking her hips uncontrollably, curling her toes. Her eyes shut. Her wrists faltered but she tried to keep the scarf tight, tried to keep her mind on not letting up the pressure, even as another wave of pleasure shocked through her, then another. She heard high-pitched shrieks escape her throat.
To Dina, it seemed to last forever. Finally the feeling melted into a warm glow, and Dina stopped, panting hard. She opened her eyes and surveyed her work. The hooker was still. Her eyes were crossed, and her black, thick tongue spilled out over her purple lips.
Dina buried her face against the hooker's breast and began sucking, savoring the feeling after her orgasm. Iantha slid the dildo out of her and reached around to embrace her student. "You've done very well," she told Dina, nibbling and kissing her ear.
Dina felt deeply satisfied. She was already
getting ideas for what to do with the next girl Iantha brought, and she
knew she would get many more chances to try her talents. As she sat up
and turned to meet Iantha's embrace, she tried to put out of her mind
the thought she had every day, the question about what had happened to
Iantha's last assistant. Dina was in love, and she wanted to be here
forever.