I once had Sexual encounter with another man.

I don't recall what website I met him on but I do remember that he approached me. I had toyed with the idea of messing around with another guy for some time, I had even talked to a few for a while but always backed out when it came time to meet up. This guy was different from the start.
He gave the impression that he had taken a long time to work up the nerve to contact another guy. In his initial email he stated that he wanted to try giving another man a blow job and was asking me anonymously because he wanted to keep any contact a secret. We started emailing back and forth, he seemed pretty cool, we shared common interests and talked about sex a lot. We became internet friends quickly.
He invited me over and I chickened out the first time, but because I fessed up that I was just scared he didn't bail. We talked a few more times and we agreed that when we met up we wouldn't plan to do anything. I was shaking when I got into my car to go see him, my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. As I pulled up to his apartment I kept driving, circling the block several times, I told myself it was to see if anyone had followed me, but the truth was I was just still scared shitless!
When I knocked on the door he opened it with the same nervous smile I had. We had similar builds, muscular but not huge and both the same height at just under 6ft. We shook hands, he handed me a beer and we sat down talking like good friends for awhile. He even showed me some funny videos online before we sat down on the couch and he asked "Want to watch some porn?" I replied with "sure." Doing my best not to look like I was contemplating bolting out the door.
The porn he put on was a girl getting fucked by one guy while she sucked the other ones dick. I starred at the screen for a few moments taking in the sight, when out of the corner of my eye I saw him rubbing the bulge in his sweat pants. That is when I realized I also had a hard on poking through my pants. "Do you mind if I pull it out?" he asked me. Again I only said "Sure" I kept my eyes on him as he pulled it out, it pointed straight up with a rather large head and nicely clean shaven. "You can pull yours out too if you like." He said stroking his cock. I couldn't help myself, I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. His eyes lit up when my dick sprang forth, it was a little long than his but much thicker. I began stroking it in front of him, matching his pace. It was then that I realized that neither of us were paying any attention to the porn anymore. Without taking his hand from his penis he moved a little closer to me, staring hungrily at my dick. My hand moved away from my cock to give him access as he reached over and began gently stroking me up and down. It felt very good.
Some how my hand had found its way over to begin stroking his cock as well. He looked me dead in my eyes before lowering his head. I could feel his hot breath on the tip of my dick, it felt like my body was going to melt. "Do you mind if I...?" he trailed off, "oh god please do" I whimpered. At first he only took my head in, gently sucking on it, next he licked my shaft from root to tip. My fear had been replaced with passion as I wanted to just jam his face down on my dick, but I held back. He again took my head into his mouth, pumping the shaft as he took more and more in.
He pushed his head all the way down, I could feel his tongue flicking around my shaft. This felt amazing. He pulled his head up and leaned back as though he needed to catch his breath, his hand now using his saliva to glide over my hard dick. Some how my face was being pulled toward his crotch. I hesitated for a moment "You don't have too." He said, and I believed him which made me have to. I gave him a timid lick, just enough for me to know this was real. Then another from balls to head again and again. Finally I took his head into my mouth, tasting the slightly salty taste of his precum. I inched my mouth up and down, taking him in a little more at a time till I found that I don't have a gag reflex. I could feel my penis pulsing in time with his. We were both hard as steel.
He moaned quietly, his hand resting softly on the back of my neck, ever so slightly he applied more and more pressure. I could feel his dick twitching in time to my head bobing. Suddenly he pulled me head off of him. He stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me to his bedroom. He pulled my now sweat soaked shirt up over my head and pushed me on to the bed. He yanked my pants and underwear off as he removed the rest of his clothing. I hadn't wanted to get fucked in my ass but at this point I was his to do with as he pleased. To my surprise he positioned himself opposite of me and began sucking on my cock again in a sideways 69. He grabbed my ass and yanked me toward him, I felt his throat open up as I pushed past his tonsils. Not to be out done I pulled his ass toward me and opened up my mouth to take him in. Completely over come with lust we sucked on each other furiously. To add to the furry we were both pumping our hips jamming our cocks into each others mouths. Despite having our mouths full we were gurgling out moans of pleasure. As I felt the first tingle of cum bubbling in my balls, I could taste more and more of his precum, this sent me over the edge and a torrent of cum burst from my cock deep into his throat, just as he too let loose with his own giant eruption or salty sweet goo. We both kept sucking and ramming our cocks into each others mouths swallowing over and over till we were both totally drained of our cum.
We both lay there for several minuets, erect cocks refusing to go soft. "Again?" He asked. I just rolled back and took him in my mouth as he did the same. We came twice more in each others mouths and once in each others ass before the night ended.
We "hungout" a few more times after that over the years, each time with lustful erotic encounters. Eventually we started dating respective girlfriends. Some times I look back on it and wonder why the hell I did that, not just once but a few times. I think of it as just a curiosity we shared, I have never had a desire to do it again or with any other man. Perhaps just something I out grew, or a taboo that needed to be experienced.

I confess that I'm that guy you see in the coffee room every morning. You've seen me...

...That unfailingly polite, handsome young professional with the impeccable grammar and those Catholic schoolboy manners you see me using to charm all the old ladies in the typing pool.

You might give me the once-over in an elevator and think nothing of it.

You might find yourself sharing a laugh with me over draft beers at happy hour, or perhaps over a platter of sushi in a five-star restaurant after you've primped and preened in front of the mirror all night and made sure to wear your sexiest dinner dress.

I'll entertain you with my anecdotes, I'll make you chuckle with my practiced witticisms and I'll make you blush when I tell you, with all sincerity, how wonderful you look.

And I'll ask you where you went to college. And I'll ask you how things have been for you since the promotion. And I'll be the perfect listener.

And we'll end up back at my place.

And it'll be amazing.

And while you're curled up next to me, running your fingers along my back in sweet, sweet afterglow, here's what you'd never suspect in a million years:

When I came, it wasn't a reaction to the intensity of our sex. It wasn't even a response to the fantasy of me tightening a sash cord around your pretty little throat, then beating your face in until it caved like an overripe pumpkin, then exploding inside your twitching, spasming body as you gurgled your final desperate breath through what used to be a face.

No. It was a reaction to the fantasy that I'd videotaped the whole bloody affair, then jacked off to the sight of your grisly demise on my bedroom TV night after night, while contemplating whether or not to send a copy to your family.

Don't worry, sweetie. It's just a fantasy.

Of course.

Cunt.

SCENE ONE

You're a loll-ripe tease who’s way too naive.
I’m an oversexed guy who’s lured you indoors.

I order you onto your knees.
Hold your head between my hands.
"Open."
You do as your told.
I step forward.
Slide it in your mouth.
"Suck."
You obey.
I fuck your face.
You gurgle.
Choke.
But never pull away.

Your lying back down on my bed.
Raise your feet above your head.
Lift your ass up to my tongue.
I lap.
You gasp.

Where to from here?
It’s your turn to steer.

I confess. I went on business trip with a new employee about 20 years younger than me. We were delayed in the airport for a long time . She's been married for about a year, so i asked her how it's going . She said it was going well, but the sex has changed . I told her that sex always gets less after marriage, and not to worry. She said that wasnt the case.

During our plane delay, she told me that she used to blow her boyfriend, now husband, anywhere anytime. In the server room at work, in his car at lunch in the parking lot, in the grocery store bathroom, etc. She also liked to take one night to herself every couple weeks, pick up a guy at the mall, and suck him off in the mall parking lot. Basically, this girl loves cock.

Now that they are married, she said, her husband doesn't want blow jobs anymore. I thought that was odd - just the opposite of conventional wisdom that says that the woman stops knob gobbling after getting a ring. But , this girl apparently loves cock and really felt like she could unburden herself to me. I told her - look - a man views his wife and the woman who will be the mother of his children different when they get married. I thought maybe this guy didn't wasnt like me and didn't want to have a nice petite blonde gagging down his shaft every night, blowing his load in her eyes and then asking her to clean up his taint with her tongue.

It was raining and lightening and I really didn't think we were going to get out of the airport. I did not mind, though, because hearing this story from the 25 year old was making me horny. I'd been masturbating in the office while thinking about her for months. Before shed come into my office for a meeting, I'd rub one out in the John or under my desk. Then, I wouldn't here a word she said because I'd be looking her straight in the eyes and imagining myself balls deep into her gullet.

I told her don't worry about the lack of sex. Her husband is a decent guy, if a bit of a computer nerd. That's when she told me there was no lack of sex-- her husband only wants anal sex now. They are not ready for kids, so vaginal sex is out . But since blow jobs turn him off, he wants to "stick it up my ass" (her words) nearly every night. Now , I started to have some great respect for her husband . I could (and do) imagine this tiny girl getting assfucked morning , noon, and night. She misses the spontaneity of the public blow jobs, and she's gotten a little bruised from his poundings (she showed me her hips where he apparently holds on for dear life while ramming it into her). But she's a ggod wife and has come to enjoy it in the ass, she told me.

Several hours after the original flight time, we got on the plane. We were sitting next to each other in a plane with about 14 rows of two seats on either side. It was loud, like always in a plane, plus it was thundering outside. When the lights went off, my hand went right to my pants. I was just fooling around a little, I didn't really want to jerk off and end up with a huge load of cum in my hands to wipe on the tray table in front of me. I could wait till the hotel. I drifted off to sleep until I felt another hand in my lap. My coworker was kneading my balls like pizza dough. She whispered that she really missed having a cock in her mouth. I told her to go ahead and pulled the blanket over her head. She gurgled and coughed and made me gasp, but no one could hear it over the plane noise.

"SUCKING AND SUCKING WITH ALL THE PASSION IN ME" ... I love the way your hard cock joyously bounces free. I nuzzle again, introducing myself fully, whispering down the full hot length, of how I’m going to take care of it. My attention is focused on your full balls as I smell on them, slurp and gently suck. Your sexy clean musky smell invades my senses and I’m lost in you. My hand softly slides up and down your shaft purposely missing the head each time. Im licking your balls and thinking about your cock leaking from the top. I want to tease and stroke your cock until you’ve created a puddle for me to devour. I quickly lose patience and slip my tongue over the top ; capturing my prize. It’s seconds before I’m working my hand, mouth and throat sucking, stroking all over it.

I slow to exaggerated movements sliding my hand up and down your shaft with a firm grip, revelling in the clacking suction sound inspired from the soaking wetness of my saliva combining with your precum. I circle the sensitive underside with my tongue taunting the cum from your balls. I never take my eyes off you for a second, even when your head falls back in intense pleasure. I love watching you. I love listening to your moans. I love the feel of your black-velvet-steel, strong and proud in my wet grip, on my tongue. I can taste how close you are.

I’m tempted to speed up for a moment to get that nutt but I want you to know I’m a perfect slut. Your perfect slut. So I savour you, with a firm easy pace, building you rock-steady, keeping you perfectly idle, in that moment, just before the moment, you’re going to cum. I can feel your silent internal pleas begging for that one perfect deep combined stroke that will push you over the edge. This moment is the only one I ever get of absolute control over you.

My wet fingers massage your sack as I push you deep into my gurgling throat. It’s one step to far, but I’m ready as your balls draw up and expel the essence of your freak, into my hot thirsty mouth. I don’t waste a single precious drop. I can’t wait to drink your lust, sucking with all the passion in me...Essence...The Queen Of Darkness...The Queen Of Devil...The Priestess Goddess Phoenix ▲☥▲

Gabriella had short bobbed black hair, with high cheekbones and a sultry long neck. She decided to hit the club alone, she was so tired of her friends not being able to go out with her. She found a nice black super tight skirt and put it on.
“Fuck wearing any panties, or a bra for that matter. I’m fucking desperate as fuck,” she murmured to herself as she got dressed. The dress glided over her pale white skin, caressing her curves. If she didn’t get laid tonight there was no hope she ever would. Gabriella knew she was hot, and she needed some nice hard cock.
Gabriella arrived at the club, techno music vibrated the walls and floor as people danced to the rhythms. She was already getting a few looks from a few guys, and even girls. She slowly walked up to the bar, and the bartender cocked an eyebrow at her, looking right at her cleavage.
“Can I help you miss?”
She ordered a domestic beer, and started scoping the crowd. She sat on the barstool and realized her pussy was in view of everyone since she wasn’t wearing panties, so she crossed her legs. A few guys noticed her, as if they could smell her scent across the room. A tall man with dark hair walked towards her.
“Hey, I’m going to be upfront with you – you gave the crowd a nice show.”
Gabriella laughed, then looked into his eyes, “well I hope the show was worthwhile.”
The man blushed, “Yeah, you’ve got half the guys out there hard.”
“What about you? You limp?” She asked biting her lip
“No, I’m hard as fuck,” he said pressing his hard dick against her.
“Now now, looks like you have a bit of a situation that needs to be remedied. How do you think we should take care of this?” Gabriella was smiling. Her eyes twinkled as they met his.
“Parking lot? I’ve got an SUV with tinted windows, I’ll fuck you really good,” he was practically begging her.
She felt his cock pulsating through his pants and gently stroked it with her hand.
“Nice and big,” she said getting up from the barstool and kissing him, leaving a smudge of lipstick on his lips, “take me to your love chariot, own this pussy.”
The dude could hardly walk. She put her arm in his and they walked outside of the club to his SUV.
He unlocked it, “um, I didn’t bring condoms tonight I totally wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
“I don’t like latex,” Gabriella kissed the man’s neck and he felt her breasts pushing against him. He unlocked his SUV with his remote and they both hopped in the backseat. Gabriella pushed the man down and unzipped his pants, she pulled his pants down with ease as her mouth wrapped hungrily around his dick. Her hands started tugging at his hard cock as her mouth sucked, licked and twisted.
She could feel the guy was already going to nut, so she stopped sucking on him and started kissing his body slowly, working her way up to his lips. She hiked up her dress as their lips met. His cock pulsated as he could feel her wetness dripping down on him as he kissed her. She gently guided him inside. The man grabbed her breasts, pulled down her top revealing her perfect tits.
Gabriella pushed down on the man’s cock, she wanted all of him inside her.
“Yeah, fuck me,” she moaned as she rode him, “fuck this little slut’s pussy good baby.”
Wet juices dripped down his cock as his precum mixed with her juices. His hips thrust up as her pussy swallowed his cock. He could feel her sharp fingernails digging into his chest as she bucked up and down back and forth on him.
“Oh yeah, give me that cum!” She screamed, leaning down, gently biting his lip, tasting his saliva.
The man grabbed her soft round pale ass, clenching it and she felt his cock starting to pulsate.
“Yessss,” she moaned.
“I’m cumming…” he could barely talk. His cock throbbed, ejaculating cum deep in her. She pushed down on his cock deeper; pushing it as far as it could go inside her as she felt the warm glow of his eruption.
Gabriella screamed with pleasure, his warm hot cum in her was ecstasy. She kept riding him as he came, she could feel his cum dripping out of her as his cock throbbed, slowly getting more limp. She kissed his neck slowly, her tongue tasted his warm flesh. She lightly nipped his neck with her teeth.
“Oh, no hickies ok baby?” He told her, but she was in another world. She licked and sucked on his neck, but it felt so good to him. He could feel her tongue licking into his neck as she bit softly. His cock slowly retracted from her pussy, and she kept sucking and licking his neck.
“I mean, whatever you want to do is good too, you just let me cum in you and I just met you… so it’s all good,” he said as her hand grabbed a handful of his hair, her lips on his neck like a vacuum.
She moaned and he began to feel a little dizzy, she kept sucking and he felt as if he was being consumed… yet it felt so perfect, time stopped for him and he was enchanted. She stopped sucking his neck and kissed him on the lips. Her face was caked with blood, his blood. She looked into his eyes and he couldn’t panic, all he felt was peace, he felt loved. He didn’t care that his blood was spraying all over the car with each beat of his heart. He didn’t care that this woman was licking the blood from his neck. She smiled at him, showing gleaming white fangs. The last thing he ever saw was her open mouth moving towards his neck again.
“I love you,” he gurgled.
Every time Gabriella had to drink blood, she really never had a plan on what to do with the body when she drained it. Sometimes she’d think of creating another like her, and let the vampiric infection take hold – but in a lot of ways she enjoyed the freedom of feeding off of anyone she wanted. She loved mounting mortal men and feeling their seed trying to find its way to create life as she took a life.
She ripped a peace of the man’s shirt off and cleaned the blood from her face and tossed it on him. She looked around his car, it was a nice car but she made a mess of it. She just wanted to see his dying face as his blood sprayed out of his neck. She always loved to watch the last seconds of life, the final exit from this reality. Maybe she felt love for the people she drank, or maybe it was some sick fetish of hers that had psychological roots from when she was mortal. She shook her head and frowned. She could barely remember when she was mortal, it was so long ago.
Gabriella stepped out of the man’s car, leaving his limp body slumped in the back seat. His pants were still down, cum dripped from his limp cock onto the seat.
She felt a little bad for him, but she was hungry. She wouldn’t have to do this for another couple of months. She could feel his cum trickle down her leg as she shut the car door. Gabriella walked off into the night.

I guess it all started when my daughter was about ten years old. My wife
and I were divorced for about a year by then. We had a rather amicable
divorce considering some of the horror stories some of the guys I worked
with told. In any case she ended up with custody of Jenny, our
daughter. On this day, her mother dropped Jenny off at my apartment for
my weekend visitation. My ex-wife, Amanda and I chatted for a bit than
she kissed Jenny on the cheek and told her to be good. Jenny just
rolled her eyes and whined about always being good which gave both her
mother and I a little chuckle.

Jenny at ten was a very intelligent, bright, and of course, mischievous
little girl. She was very assertive and even at that age, knew how to
manipulate people, especially her "Daddy". The only time she used
"Daddy" was when she wanted something from me or was in big trouble with
her mom and she needed me to be on her side. The rest of the time, she
just called me Dad. I guess it’s fare to say that she had me wrapped
around her little finger. I knew it, but I felt guilty that I wasn't
there for her all the time since the divorce so I guess I over
compensated for my absence.

One thing that she always liked to do was to sit on my lap while we
watched TV together. We always watched football together but we also
liked watching the movies on cable as well. Of course, she always
wanted to use her "Daddy" as a recliner. Sometimes it got uncomfortable
for me, especially as she got older, but she would look at me with those
puppy dog eyes and the pout and say,

"Oh please Daddy?"

Of course I always gave in. This time was no different.

We finished eating dinner and began settling in for the evening. She
had just finished her shower and came bounding into the living room in
her favorite sleeping outfit; a San Francisco 49’s football jersey that
came just below her cute upturned butt, little white cotton panties, and
socks, folded down to her ankles. The football jersey was one of those
cut-off ones so the length fit her fine (just below the tops of her
thighs), but the sleeves came all the way down to her wrists. She
looked absolutely gorgeous with her light brown hair with striking, sun
bleached, blonde streaks, now plastered down wetly over her shoulder and
framing the pixie little features of her face. Thick, dark, expressive,
eye brows curved over her big, sparkling, hazel eyes that had the look
of innocence and mischievous intent all at the same time. Her smooth
long legs, that seemed to get longer every time I saw her, reached out
from under the hem of her outfit. She’d always had an air of
nonchalance to her. An unawareness of her beauty that made her even
more beautiful. Right then, I could easily imagine Amanda at her age
looking just like her.

There was some movie on cable that she had wanted to watch so we made
some popcorn together and sunk into the couch for the movie. Before
long she climbed into my lap with the popcorn on hers and wiggled down
on to me. She turned her head, looking up at me with an impish smile.

"You comfy?" I said.

Her grin widened, giggled, then turned back to the movie, hand to mouth
with more popcorn.

During the movie (I still can’t remember a thing about it) she kept
wiggling around in my lap eating her popcorn. She’d occasionally turn
with a hand full of popcorn in her hand, and feed it to me. Sometimes
she’d drop some of it, which would fall between us. She’d giggle
teasingly and say,

"Daddy, your such a messy eater", then fish her little hand between us
groping to retrieve the fallen popped kernels.

I could feel her searching fingers wiggling around between my legs and
behind her butt, the back of her hand pressing against my balls. My
cock immediately sprang to life, growing hard and long, like a viper
awaken from its lair. I was shocked at the suddenness of my erection,
not to mention that it was my ten year old baby girl that was the cause.
I froze, not knowing what to do. I shifted to one side, turning my hips
slightly, hoping to encourage Jenny to change her position to one lap or
the other so that she couldn’t feel my now rock hard shaft thumping
between her panty clad ass cheeks. Jenny on the other hand had made her
mind up that she liked it just where she was and turned to frown at me
and gave a disapproving whine, wiggling her ass harder down on my crotch
for emphasis. My heart was beating like a racehorse.

"My god, she must of felt my hard throbbing cock just then, what the
hell am I going to say to her." I thought.

My mind was in a panic, trying furiously to think up something, anything
to say. All the while admonishing myself for being sexually aroused by
my own daughter, trying fruitlessly to will my cock to go soft. Nothing
coming to mind, and fighting a loosing battle with my renegade member, I
waited for the inevitable.

I didn’t know what Jenny was thinking or how she might react. Did she
know anything about sex? Has her mother spoken to her about the "birds
and the bees"? Would she scream, glare at me accusingly and hate me
forever? All of it was racing through my mind in an instant and for
what seemed an eternity.

Just then, Jenny turned her head, squirming as she did, and smiled that
familiar mischievous smile. I glanced down at her beautiful laughing
eyes and nervously smiled back at her. Did she notice anything? Had
she turned and smiled at me knowingly or was it just a smile of victory
in the battle for seating position? I didn’t know and my cock didn’t
care. All "it" felt was the warmth of Jenny’s soft, supple ass cheeks
encased around it. A shift of her body causing renewed enthusiasm as
her ass wiggled and glided over its length. I could feel the old-cum gurgling up through my shaft and oozing out from the tip.

I then noticed something that had escaped my panic stricken mind. I had left my copy of the Book of Mormon on the outside patio. The Book of Mormon is the word of God, like the Bible. It is Holy Scripture, with form and content similar to that of the Bible. Both books contain God's guidance as revealed to prophets as well as religious histories of different civilizations. While the Bible is written by and about the people in the land of Israel and surrounding areas, and takes place from the creation of the world until shortly after the death of Jesus Christ, the Book of Mormon contains the history and God’s dealings with the people who lived in the Americas between approximately 600 BC and 400 AD. The prophets in the Book of Mormon recorded God's dealings with His people, which were compiled by a prophet named Mormon onto gold plates.

Before these faithful Christians perished, their record was safely hidden away. Joseph Smith obtained these ancient records in 1827, and with the gift and power of God Joseph was able to translate the ancient writings into what we have today. The Book of Mormon, along with the Bible, testifies that Jesus Christ is our divine Redeemer and that by living according to His gospel we can find peace in this life and eternal happiness in the life to come.

Shoeplay strangler. I spotted my victim at a local grocery store. I was minding my own business looking at the grilling items when she walked past me. Attractive middle aged milf with red curly hair and a flowery dress and beige high heels on. I looked as she stopped just a few steps and what do you know her tired foot came sliding right out of her heel. I was locked in and immediately grew hard. It was almost like she knew it turned me on. I kept watching following close behind. Not as too be too obvious but pretty close. She went up and down the isles stoping sliding her foot in and out of her shoes. Oh she just doesnt know what she has done. I had to have her i had to and there was no waiting. I couldnt. As bad as i hated to i left my buggy in the isle and left out of the store so i could go to my car and grab supllies as she wasnt going to make it out of the parking lot. I waited and watched the doors for her to come out i finally seen her. Luckily for me it was dark and i could slip over pretty un noticed. She placed the few groceries she had in the back seat on one side and returned her buggy thats when i made my move to the back seat. As she climbed in i could smell her perfume and i couldnt hold on any longer as she closed the door i reach around and put my hand over her mouth and held a gun to her neck and told her if she screamed she was done. She started to cry and shake as i told her to drive. I knew a spot just around the back of the building where i could do what i wanted in peace. She drove around and parked. Now i could see who was coming or going all around. I put my arm around her neck and dragged her to the back. She had a van so we had plenty of room. I moved the seat back and made her lie on the floor of the mini van. Plenty of room to do what o wanted comfortably. I told her to put her hands behind her back and that i was going to tie her up. She pleaded with me not to but i told her to shut up and do it or else and she asked if i was goi g to hurt her. I told her no and again to shut up. I bound her hands with black electrical tape. She whimpered but kept calm. I reached down and slowly took her heels off. The sweet sweaty aroma i got from them was breathtaking i smelled her shoes for almost 5 minutes before i burried my nose into her soft pretty feet. Red nails shined like she had just gotten them done. Oh how invigorating it was. I tied her feet at her ankles with the black tape and took my cock out . She said i will do anything just let her go. I reached up and cut her panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. She whimpered and choked as i shoved them deep. I started to stroke her pretty feet with my throbbing hard cock. I stroked and stroked about 2 minutes and i couldnt hold on any longer i exploded all over her feet and up her legs. Now an even more fun part. I rolled her over on her stomach. I told her that this was the end for her and she started crying and kicking her muffled nooos were making me hard again. How lucky can i be for her to had bought some new pantyhose in the store i ripped the package open and wrapped them around my fists and wrapped them as tightly as i could around her neck. Oh the feel of her bucking under me and kicking her feet. As her muffled strangling screams came from her mouth. As i oulled tighter and tighter she kicked and gurgled. Her eyes started to bulge out of her head oh myy i couldnt keep it in i exploded again inside my pants. After about 3 minutes she finally started to slow down. Her flailing body turned into just slight twitches. She was finally done after about 5 minutes. I grabbed a grocery bag and put it over her head just in case and pulled the pantyhose as tight as i could get them around her neck and knotted them. I grabbed her heels for a souvenir and headed back to my car. Oh what a night.