Posted by Jennifer Kilmey on November 08, 2000 at 00:19:17:
I've filled the room with candlelight. As you enter, you see me sitting "Indian style" cross legged on a plush white shag rug. I am totally naked. So, as a matter of fact, are you.
"Do you like me?" I whisper, then I frown a little, "I'm not too skinny am I?" I watch as your gaze falls up and down my slender form. "My... um... breasts... They're not too small?" I'm twenty, but I'm afraid they make me look more like fifteen.)
Maybe I'm cute enough, 'cause you sure have an erection. the biggest one this little girl has ever seen.
You cross the room and kneel facing me.I draw my knees up and rest my chin on them. You look squarely into my pale blue eyes. I place my feet on either side of your erect cock and wiggle my little toes on your belly. Then, I slowly open my thighs, knees falling into a sort of half lotus position again. I bring the soles of my feet flat together, then wiggle around 'till I've got your sweet cock cradled between them.
I bend at the waist, lower and lower, and run my moist, pink tounge around the head of your dick. You feel the warmth of my breath on you, I taste your manhood and feel the throb of your pulse as I take you into my mouth as far as I can. Then I slowly raise up again, my tounge fluttering like a soft moist butterfly on your skin.
I sit up strait and flash my "flirtiest" smile. (I want you to admire my dimples, but you're looking at my feet. I don't mind. I'm glad you think they're pretty.
I reach down and locate the jar of sweet almond cream and apply a liberal gob of it to yor throbbing shaft. Then begin slowly rubbing my feet back and forth, wiggling my toes against the head of your cock as I gently roll the shaft back and forth between the soft soles as the warming lotion caresses us both.
There is a glass of wine on the floor next to the soft terry cloth belt from my robe. I pick up the glass, take a sip , roll it around in my mouth and swallow. I place the glass to your lips. you take it, drain the glass and set it down on the rug and pick up the belt. You hold one end of it in each of your strong hands and loop it over my head. It comes to rest on the back of my neck.
You tug gently, pulling me forward. I close my eyes. our lips part and our mouths explore one another with passionate, deep warm kisses. I move my tongue slowly over yours, and love the taste of you. I don't even notice the knot you are tying at the hollow of my throat.
Suddenly you yank the belt! My eyes pop open as I feel it tighten and begin to choke me.
I feel so betrayed! I love you, trust you, Why are you hurting me? You pull the belt tighter still. You are so fucking strong. The knot feels like a lump in my throat i can't swallow or choke up. Our faces are inches apart. you are leering at me, watching as the innocence of my litle girl features become didstorte by panic, pain, confusion. My wide eyes return your gaze. I look for something there. A spark of love perhaps? Or at least mercy? pity? but your eyes are dark and mean. Sooo incredibly mean. I begin to cry as I realise I'm looking into the eyes of death.
You release your hold on the belt and quickly grab my ankles. I fall on my back, clawing at the knot, my fingernails gouging, Long red scratches appear on the white tenderness of my straining throat. I'm arching my back and tossing my head from side to side, my eyes growing wide, wider, impossibly wild and round as the world begins to swirl and fade...
You watch me wiggle and squirm, clutching my ankles to hold my trembling feet hard against your swollen member. My polished toes sparkle in the flickering candlelight and my knees rise and fall like the wings of a butterfly.
The knot is like a fist, grinding down on my throat, crushig... crushing...
The heat of your orgasm boils up from deep within you, and erupts with a fury like hell itself. Your fingernails dig into my ankles, drawing blood as gush after gush of hot sticky slime coat the soft soles of my feet. Gobs of it drip out from between my toes splattering across the smoothe white surface of my belly as I twist and thrash in the final convulsive moments of my agony.
I try to scream, but a raspy wet little hiss is all I can manage, then a choking sob as my pink tongue protrudes at the corner of my gaping mouth. You watch as the whites of my eyes turn pink and My gaze becomes glased and my eyes begin to roll up, fluttering between partially closed lids.
You must decide now, love, before it's too late. Will you take the knife and cut the belt free, breathe life back into my aching lungs, or will you plunge the knife into my trembling tummy and let me die like a broken whore?