For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

C is for Choking

Dear readers: This story is going to involve some erotic asphyxiation. Please be advised that this is just a fantasy story, not real life, and that anyone who chooses to play in the kink realm should do their own research. This is not a manual!

Celia takes a deep breath before plunging down on Carson’s cock. He moans softly as he hits the back of her throat. “That’s a good girl.” He holds her head down on his cock until she starts to struggle to breathe, and then he pulls back and lets her up. “Good girl,” he praises again.

She looks up at him, and her eyes have filled with unshed tears, a byproduct of gagging on his cock. She’s not upset in the least. In fact, she’s enjoying this immensely. There’s something about not being able to breathe that makes her pussy clench with desire.

Carson reaches down and puts his hand on Celia’s throat. He pulls her up onto the bed by her throat, being careful not to actually hurt her. He pulls her up to the top of the bed and presses his hand on her throat harder. Her breath goes from raspy to nothing, and her eyes go wide as she looks at him.

It’s hard not to struggle when someone is choking you, but Celia trusts him, and she manages to keep her hands down at her sides and relaxes. He lets go before she’s truly scared, but she’s still gasping for air, taking in great big gulps of it.

“Good girl,” he says again.

It’s all she wants, Carson’s praise. She’ll do anything for it (not that she minds doing this).

“Flip over,” he says, and he helps her roughly roll over onto her stomach.

He slides his cock between her legs and along her soaking wet slit. Just a slight angle change and he’s inside her. She groans as his cock hits her center, and presses back against him in time to his thrusts.

And then he pushes her face down onto the pillow, smothering her. Her hips move more insistently, pressing back harder against him, willing him to go faster, to fuck her harder. While she can’t breathe, she just wants more of him. “You can breathe when you make me cum, slut,” he growls in her ear. 

She doesn’t need the encouragement, but it makes her pussy clench with arousal and makes her gyrate her hips the way she knows he likes. She gasps for air through the pillow, trying to get enough to make him cum. She’s just starting to get worried when his hand releases the back of her head and she can feel the first shot of his cum deep inside her.

“Oh fuck yes, just like that,” he pants in her ear.

She hasn’t even cum yet, but Celia is more satisfied than she’s been in weeks.

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Come back tomorrow for D is for Double Penetration. Who’s in for a fun MFM threesome!?