Posted by KnightStalker on November 02, 2000 at 07:14:40:
Dedicated to those women who enjoy stories of this genre. I would welcome any constructive criticsm or requests for future fantasies.
Another Autumnal Oktoberfest had come where mainstream people celebrated and partied all day and into the night. I, on the other hand, was again seeking another type of party. In the last three years I had been searching for,HER...The woman who was going help me satiate my unusual passions. I thought that I had finally succeeded last year, but the experience only went so far, and then ended abruptly. Its success would have precluded me from having to attend yet another festival to find my quarry.
The late afternoon sun was still warm and I had already viewed many uninteresting women when SHE appeared a short distance away in the crowd. I was totally captivated by her aura. Those deep green eyes sparkled in the sunlight while her flaming red hair would have dazzled any onlooker. She had flawless white skin.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her short red hair was parted in the middle and cascaded down the side of each cheek until each curve met at her firm heartshaped chin. The shiney curve continued around the back of her head and ended at the nape of her slender neck, making it appear very swanlike. While she was wearing the typical peasant garb associated with Oktoberfest, she made the outfit look far more attractive than it looked on most other women there. I could see from the way she filled the dress that she was a little overweight, but I didn't care. In fact her suppleness actually enhanced the smootheness of her features, right from her forehead down through the white column of her lovely neck and through the parallel lines of her pretty collar bones which were connected to her beautiful round shoulders that had been exposed by low neckline of her peasant blouse.
At last she caught my glance with her incredible green eyes which mesmerized me as I involuntarily walked toward her. We chatted and walked for awhile through the crowd. When she took my hand and began to lead me away from the festival, I found myself become aroused with anticipation of what might possibly happen now. My passion grew as we entered her place, and I remember thinking that maybe this woman was going to be the one who could do it all for me.
At first we just stood there in her bedroom staring at each other. Then we began to undress each other. She was faster than I, and by the time she was done, I still hadn't removed her peasant blouse. I had only managed to slide it further off her shoulders to expose her ample breasts. At this point I could no longer contain my passion and I kissed her full lips hard and let my hands search her supple white body. She was groping for my body at the same time, moving her hands around my pelvis and ass, and then guiding them up my chest feeling every muscle on the way.
My hands were caressing her face and then slid downward around her slender neck. When my thumbs reached her white throat I felt an extra exhilaration, especially when she threw her head back submisively to expose her windpipe more and then dropped her beautiful round white arms to their sides. I decided to squeeze a little to which she moaned, and in that moment I knew she was going to be the one. I squeezed harder and felt her moan melt into a gurgle under my thumbs. She still stood there submissively.
I then let her neck go and quickly picked her up and literally threw her on her bed. She bounced as she landed on her back causing her breasts to heave and her head fall away from me over the other edge of the bed. I quickly mounted her and moved my hands up from her stomach over her breasts and then to her porcelain white throat. At the same time she grabbed my erect cock and inserted it into her vagina. Once again I watched my thumbs press into her soft smoothe windpipe and then I listened to her impassioned groans as she heaved her hips upward at my body. Her groans gave way to gasps as I squeezed and squeezed. When her hands tugged on my wrists I relaxed my grip so she could partially catch her breath. Later I began shaking her by the neck and noticed that some of her gasping was timed to each shake. Over and over we repeated this ritual. I lost count of how many times we came.
I noticed at one point that she was no longer looking at me but staring off away from the bed. I looked up in that direction and was amazed that she was watching us in the full length mirror positioned a few feet across the room. Like her, I was enthralled to watch our ritual as if we were observing two strangers. What a turn-on!
Finally spent, I stopped strangling her and rolled over completely exhausted and satisfied. But she wasn't. She wanted more and more, continually repeating, "Do me,do me, do me" until it sounded like an anthem. Even when I explained my situation she still protested, demanding that we go on. I became alarmed when the demands got louder. I finally pleaded with her that I didn't want to make our incredible private party into a public one for her neighbors. She still persisted.
I had only one choice and that was to grant her request. With much reluctance I rolled back on top of her (at which she stopped her protests), and then I cruelly began to really strangle her. I squeezed much harder than before and couldn't help but see the deep indentations my thumbs made in that once perfect windpipe. Suddenly panic swept over her face and her green eyes began to bulge much wider than earlier. I was squeezing so hard that she could no longer gasp or gurgle. Her hands were futily trying to undo my deathgrip on her long neck. This time she was looking at me and not the mirror. I watched her flaming red hair toss around as I shook her. I knew that she knew she was being choked to death.
Eventually her tongue slid uncontrollably out of mouth and her eyes grew lifeless. The end was near. In a few moments she went completely limp in my hands with her arms falling on the bed and her head falling further backward. I still squeezed for a few momets more to make sure it was really over. Then I released her lovely neck from my hands. How reddish-purple my thumbs had made her white throat.
What a pity. It wasn't supposed to happen this way this time. She was supposed to be the one. Now I'll have to go to another Oktoberfest next year. What a bummer because I don't even like beer.