Posted by KnightStalker on July 12, 2001 at 08:08:32:
A NIGHT OF NECK-ro-FEEL-YA WITH NICHOLE
Prologue:
Ever since I had made a killing in the financial markets I had been able to quit my old mundane job and pursue those interests which gave me the most gratification in life. Among the most fulfilling of my pursuits was to seduce sexy women and manually strangle them whenever the urge arose. And believe me, the urge had quickly become such an obsessive compulsion for me that I craved to squeeze a woman’s long slender neck at least once a week. There was nothing more exciting to me then to have sex with a wench while my two hands crushed the breath out of her soft white throat with my thumbs pressed into her windpipe. And, oh yes, she had to look as though she had been “around the block” a few times and she had to be wearing a very sexy outfit that showcased her body and especially accentuated her neck and shoulder area. I was not interested in the “sweet young thing” type of bitch.
My M. O. was so simple and so effective that it had become mere child’s play to gratify my compulsion. All I had to do was to pick a large city where there were several large expensive hotels that had classy bars which catered to the hip nightlife. These establishments typically made sure that there was an ample supply of local bar bitches on hand to draw in a paying male populace to buy lots of drinks. The bar bitches were my targets, and boy, did they outdo themselves sometimes to attract the attention of the guys. Rarely did I enter one of these places when I didn’t leave with my next strangle victim.
Chapter One:
My last encounter took place in Miami where the yearlong warm weather made it open season for me at virtually anytime. Women wear sexy outfits in the streets no matter what calendar page is in use. On this one night I strolled into a hip place in South Beach where the canned music was so loud that I thought I saw the furniture vibrating all over the floor. I was cool with my slicked-back black hair and my $2,000 Cerruti gray suit. My unseen eyes behind my dark sunglasses quickly scanned the dimly lit room. There was plenty of talent here, but not exactly the type of bitch I wanted. I cruised further into the back where there were more private alcoves, all the while looking for her. As I was about to leave I noticed a bunch of dudes hovering around this one wench like a pack of dogs surrounding their prey and trying to figure what was the best way to go in for the kill.
The prey was one of the best bar bitches I had ever seen. She was a tough looking slut with a great body and very intense eyes. It was those eyes that first attracted me to her. But when my eyes captured the rest of her beauty, I knew she was going to be my next encounter. She had flawless white skin that glowed in the darkened room. Her magnificent long white neck was a virtual magnet for my hands. She must have sensed it to be one of her best assets because she arched it back slightly and leaned forward as she talked to accentuate her graceful windpipe. When she coyly laughed at the unsophisticated dudes around her, the small sexy ridges on her throat moved up and down, and which drove my arousal to an almost uncontrollable pitch.
This bar wench was also wearing the classic “strangle victim” outfit for me as well. She had an off-the-shoulder” micro mini dress that barely covered her crotch and emphasized not only a perfect round ass, but also a pair of gorgeous round thighs. What a saddle that was going to make later. The dress matched the color of her short black hair. She had positioned the neckline to sit about 3 – 4 inches below her shoulders to expose a fair amount of her cleavage, but more importantly, to showcase the top of her beautiful white shoulders and their steep slopes which met the mid-point of her swanlike neck. I couldn’t wait for the time when my hands would take that journey from her shoulders up the slopes to encircle her perfect throat.
Chapter Two:
It was obvious to me that my next strangle victim was just tolerating the guys who had swarmed around her. She periodically scanned the room herself looking for either someone in particular or something in particular about a guy. Her eyes stopped when she finally noticed me. Although she couldn’t see them behind my sunglasses, my eyes held her stare for quite a long time. When I curled my lips to form a partial smile, she did the same. That was my entrée.
I quickly disappeared to the bar and then brought back two glasses filled with the most expensive champagne the house had to offer. I purposefully walked right up to her, passed the “guys”, and extended the glass in my left hand to her. She put down the bottle of beer she was drinking and accepted my overture. I then leaned over to her left ear and whispered a toast to her. “ To the most beautiful and sexy woman in South Beach tonight.” We both proceeded to empty our glasses. I then leaned over to her again and whispered my proposal, “I can give you all of the attention you deserve and whatever else you might want tonight. All you have to do is to know what you want and then come with me to the place where you can get it.”
We left the bar and headed for the hotel’s elevators.
Chapter Three:
From what Nichole told me about herself, the Imperial Suite on the 6th floor was far cry from what other guys had shown her in the past. It was a self-contained apartment with access to virtually anything we wanted from a food and beverage standpoint together with any entertainment needs we might have. The balcony looked out over the ocean across the street.
We ordered a bottle of the same champagne and started with the usual relaxation conversation to get a feel for each other. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was such a “star” for what I wanted. In the warm light of the bedroom her perfect creamy skin glimmered. I kept staring at her incredible long neck and watching her windpipe rise and fall with her speech. That first touch of her soft arm and then her smooth thigh was intoxicating. I slid one hand back and forth from her knee to her crotch. My other hand glided from her shoulder to her breasts. The touch of her skin was heating me up quickly.
Not being shy, Nichole began to explore my body as well. When she reached my crotch she stopped and unzipped my trousers and unfastened my belt as we kneeled on the spacious bed. She helped me to remove my shirt and pants. When she queried about why I didn’t undress her I told her she was so sexy the way she looked and not to give it another thought. However, I did remove her stretchy mesh nylons and placed them within reach on the sheets. She was not wearing any panties.
Chapter Four:
I took the lead in our foreplay and began to caress her body. At one point I placed my hands on her beautiful shoulders and slowly slid them up her smooth slopes. I made sure that my thumbs gently grazed her wonderful collarbones as my hands approached her neck. When they encircled her throat I thought I was going to cum right on the spot. Being careful not to squeeze, my thumbs glided up and down her windpipe to which Nichole began to moan. She through her head back to fully accentuate her throat. Barely being able to contain myself I started to sway her by her neck and completely controlled her body positions with my gentle motions. Nichole moaned some more.
It was time!
I released my right hand from her neck and groped for one of her nylons. I then playfully drew it around her shoulders and later her long neck. It tickled her somewhat. I released my left hand from her neck and held her hands together behind her back while my right hand wrapped the nylon around her delicate wrists. No protest because I did not tie the ends. Yet I might as well have as Nichole soon found out.
I placed my hands on her shoulders once more and repositioned her off-the-shoulder neckline to sit 4 -5 inches below her collarbones. My hands repeated the journey they had just made moments before. This time the journey had a different purpose. As my hands encircled her beautiful swan throat I made sure that my thumbs came to rest at the softest part of her windpipe which I had discovered from our earlier foreplay.
The look that came over Nichole’s face when I began to strangle this bar bitch was priceless. I had the ultimate surprise for her as my thumbs pressed into her warm soft throat. Her mouth opened to protest but the pressure of my thumbs only permitted a weak wheezing sound and a gurgle or two. Her eyes opened wide in terror because she knew from the look on my face that I was going to choke her to death. I watched as my thumbs made deep flat indentations in her wonderful round throat. It was marvelous to watch how easily her neck yielded to my strong hands. It was equally exciting to watch how helpless she was as I shook her by her neck. Her headed kept lolling back and forth uncontrollably with each of my strokes.
I could see the pain mounting in her once attractive face as her once white complexion grew bluer as I cruelly strangled her. Those intense eyes now bulged out of their sockets. Her warm neck felt so good in my hands.
I decided that Nichole was slipping away too fast so I released some of the pressure on her throat. All at once I could feel the vibrations of her gasping and gurgling under my thumbs again. What a feeling it is when you can regulate those sounds. She must have thought I was going to give her a stay of execution. Not my style.
I continued to marvel at the sight of her choking, but it was getting late and now it was time to finish my fun. Again I squeezed harder and watched her face become more distorted with pain. Those eyes told most of the story as I strangled and dangled her as if she were a little doll. Soon they started to fade and I knew the end was near. At last she went limp with her beautiful neck arching fully backward. It was at this point that I gently let her fall back on the bed with my hands still around that gorgeous neck. I spread her wonderful thighs and shoved my rock hard cock into her. I came immediately from the pleasure of her strangulation.
I reinserted myself and began to squeeze her throat once more. It was still soft, but her skin was cooling off now. How beautiful she was in death, too. I came several times. I removed my hands and stared at the reddish-blue bruises my thumbs had made on her porcelain windpipe. I had been unusually cruel with Nichole because she had been such a perfect specimen. The last time I touched this bar bitch was to pose her with her head lying slightly off the edge of the bed to arch her beautiful neck for whoever was going to discover on the next morning.
I got dressed and carefully rubbed down every surface I had touched with my hands. I left the hotel and then drove my rented car to the airport. What an incredible night!
KnightStalker