Valentine's and a Belt

Every now and then I could feel him adjusting himself behind me, and the leather around my neck would loosen for a moment. I took the chance to swallow as much air as I could. It was intoxicating-- full of the sweet, cherry smoke from the candles he had lit. He really went all out, even though we had just met.

He ran his fingers down the small of my back, and I couldn't help but squirm under the tips of his fingers. "How are you holding up, cutie?" he asked.

"If I wanted to be able to breath," I said, "I would have asked my girlfriend to do this. Where did you learn to choke a girl—Pilates lessons?"

I tried to turn around to look at him, but I couldn't see his face. I felt his cock move inside of me as he adjusted himself, and then the leather of the belt bit into my neck again as he pulled it tight. "How about you shut the fuck up and obey," he responded.

I could tell he's never done this before, but he was doing better than most of the other guys. His grip was firm, even if he was nervous. When I resisted, the belt twisted around my neck, hot fire dancing around my throat as it scratched a red ring onto my skin. He seemed more interested in my pussy though, watching his cock slide in and out, coming out wetter each time he tugged the belt. During asphyxiation, every thrust and stroke of his dick... it all built up inside of me, building stronger and stronger before exploding into a tremendously sweet release. Tremors ran through my pussy, growing into quakes that made my heart skip beats. I tasted my own lipstick and realized how hard I was biting myself. I couldn't help but smile as my face flushed red hot. The more I struggled, the harder he gripped. I was loving it, but I really was running out of air. My body betrayed my heart, and I attempted to dig my fingers under the belt, trying to loosen it a bit. His grip was too tight, though. I found myself leaning forward over like a dog stuck on its collar, my full weight pressing on the belt, choking me even harder. The ecstasy of the asphyxiation was too much, and the orgasm began to shoot through me, my body shaking violently at first, and then quivering as the trembling settled down. He let go of the belt, and I fell forward on the bed, face first. I lay there, panting, trembling as the last few shakes of orgasms rang through to my toes.

He grabbed the sides of my ass with both hands, his meaty fingers squeezing me like a beanbag. He rolled me over and leaned in to kiss me. His tongue was confident, gliding in and out, stroking the top of my tongue, and then massaging the sides, his lips pulling on mine as he pulled away. He brought himself back up on his knees and shifted closer to me, reaching for his cock. I could feel the weight of it as he rested it on the lips of my pussy, and I could feel myself tighten as it began throbbing. Sliding the head in, he leaned in close to me again and moaned "Can your girlfriend do this?"

"She's actually got one a little bit bigger. Roosevelt's Diplomacy, I think she calls it. Big ol' purple thing with veins as thick as licorice strings. Honestly, I think it was modeled after a bear, not a—" and then he cut me off by yanking the belt tight again. Driving his dick into me and pulling me off the mattress by yanking on the belt. He pulled me up to his lips and kissed me for a good ten seconds, his warm tongue massaging mine, the belt choking me as he worked his magic. He pulled his tongue out slowly, gently scraping his teeth on the insides of my lips as he did, making me hold my breath as long as he could. His cock still moved around, deep inside my pussy. With his free hand, he grabbed one of my hands, and then the other, and held them above me by the wrists. He let go of the belt, and just as I opened my mouth to breath, I felt the palm of his hand press my throat firmly down, slamming me into the mattress as his fingers wrapped around my neck.

"But can she do this?" he asked, his huge hands crushing me.

"N... No... usually... a little harder..." I wheezed at him. He kissed me again, and then held my bottom lip between his lips. His one hand still clenched around my airway, while his other pinned my wrists to the bed. Everything started to get blurry, and he smiled at me, his eyes observing my struggling face with a smile. Or at least that's what it looked like right before the last orgasm shook me and my eyes rolled back in my head.

By the time I woke up, his place smelled like dead fish and smoke. Jumping into a shirt I found on the floor and finding my panties hanging from a chair, I went to go check out what was going on. The moron was standing by the stove, burning something in a pan that looked like eggs with pink cubes in it, and humming to himself, like an idiot.

"Oh, you're awake? You were out so long I thought I may have been too rough," he said, smirking as he looked over his shoulder at me-- the small creature on the stove bubbling as he jabbered on. "How did you like it?"

And that's why I hate guys. You can't ever just enjoy yourself and move on. How was the sex? Did you like the sex? I was pretty impressive, wasn't I?

Every single one of them wants to feel like they are the only one who has ever brought a girl to orgasm. A dick's a dick. A tongue's a tongue. You go in and out, and try to mix it up when the girl gets bored and tells you to. Two fingers and the right ringtone on a phone can do the same thing. If I cum, you did fine.

How 'bout I make you some breakfast after? Because I can do that too. I can make eggs. Idiots. Always needing validation.

Though the choking was pretty nice...

"I don't know. I don't really remember. I got bored and fell asleep when you were tickling me with your little elf hands," I said, trying not to gag as the fishy thing on the stove bubbled over onto the stovetop.

"Well, your breakfast will be ready in two minutes," he said, still smirking and now trying to look seductive, tilting his chin down and looking at me from an angle.

I've got 120 seconds to get out of here, I thought to myself.

"Wonderful," I said, running back into the bedroom to find his car keys. Before I left, I at least left him a note, telling him that his car would be parked somewhere near the first diner east of his house. I wouldn't realize until much later that I actually drove west, but I'm sure he figured it out.

My girlfriend got home about half an hour after me and found me in the bathtub, staring intently at a half-finished bowl of cereal that was floating in the tub with me.

"And where the fuck were you, chica? I was calling you all night," she yelled, less lovingly than I would have liked, but with that ever-exotic Hispanic ring to her voice that made me melt.

"With some guy, a Chad, or Brad or something. Looked handsome enough, but got all lovey-dovey on our first bone."

"So you spent your weekend chasing tail with some random guy? Instead of with me?" she accused, less playfully than I would have liked. "It's valentine's day week!"

"Valentine's day isn't an entire week. It's a day. And that's in, like... two days? Three days?" I whimpered, sinking into the water shamefully as I spoke. The last words barely bubbled through the water, "One day?"

She walked up to me and lay down by the bath tub on her hip, pushing a curly lock of black hair behind her ear. "What's wrong with me?" she asked, looking up at me with doe eyes. "I know we've agreed guys don't count, but I still want to feel like I'm important to you. You haven't been spending any time with me lately." She puffed out her bottom lip, and wrapped her arms under her breasts, pushing them so tight through her shirt that her caramel skin showed through the white fabric.

"There's nothing wrong with you!" I said, trying really hard to focus on her beautiful green eyes, and not glance down at her rising chest. "You know you're my one and only. You just don't have a, well you know. You know sometimes... you just need a dicking."

"We've got Roosevelt," she said, defending her prized possession, as always. "Wait, what the heck happened to your neck!?"

"Huh?"

"Your neck is purple! I thought you were just wearing a choker or something, but you straight-up just have a purple ring on your neck."

I felt my neck with the tips of my fingers, and it hurt to the touch. Crud. "Well...", I began.

It's now or never.

"That's the other thing, Carmine," I said. "Sometimes I like it rough. You know I've brought this up with you a dozen times, but you never want to be dominant, and sometimes I just crave that."

"What are you talking about? I get rough all the time. You even tell me to stop hitting you sometimes."

"Well. Don't stop! That's the whole point of rough." I sighed, it's an argument we've been through a hundred times. I pointed to my neck "This is rough. This is what I want. Choke me and fuck me hard, make me your bitch... But I know you're not into that, so that's why I wanted to go try it out with a man. I promise I won't do it often."

"I can choke you, mi amor," she purred back at me, looking me dead in the eyes. Her pupils grew like a panther on the prowl. "I can... fuck you." She smiled, and rose to her knees, leaning over the bathtub. "But I just had my nails done, and I don't want to mess them up," she said, trailing a finger across the water and flicking it up at my face.

"Carmine, that's what I mean. You're so pristine, so beautiful. I know you can't get rough. It's not you, and that's why I love you. I really need a man's grip now and then. I need to feel me being controlled, dominated for sport. I need to really fear it, to feel the danger."

She leaned in closer, her catlike eyes looking hungry and wicked. "To keep you all to myself, my love," she moaned, "I will do this thing for you. I will make you, as you requested, my bitch." She put two fingers between her lips and sucked on them, opening her mouth and pulling them out slowly, licking them with her tongue.

With her other hand, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me in close, kissing me. Her wild tongue searched through me, our tongues caressing like mad lovers in an embrace. She kept kissing me fiercely and only pulled back occasionally to let out a wild, hot breathy moan in my face or to nibble on my earlobe. I felt myself start to cum, and tried to hold her back but she pushed my hand aside, and pressed me against the back of the tub. The cold ceramic sent shivers through my neck that trickled all the way through my legs. She seized the opportunity and plunged her two wet fingers down beneath the water and between my thighs.

Still holding me in place with her other hand, she had her way with me, massaging my clit until my legs kicked out, hitting the drain. She squeezed both fingers quickly into my pussy, rubbing the top until I began to moan. She studied my eyes as she played with me, waiting for the moment I squirmed. When she found my g-spot, my eyes betrayed me and I trembled a little. She went ballistic, rubbing my spot back and forth, pressing gently up towards the roof as she did, trying her hardest to make me cum. When the orgasm started, I threw my head back, screaming, but it only provoked her to go harder, faster. She pounced on my neck, pulling my head back by my hair so I couldn't resist, and pressed her tongue to my taut neck. Electric pulses ripped through me while her fingers played with my pussy. The orgasm settled down a bit, and she noticed I was getting numbed to it. Still holding me by my hair, she pushed me under the water and held me there. When she pulled me back out of the water, she was grinning, from ear to ear, breathing heavily. She was loving it.

"Choke me," I moaned. Her fingers went up to my neck, her manicured nails poking gently against my throat.

"Beg me for it. Beg me to choke you like a dog." She looked me in the eyes, her breathing wild.

"I beg you. Please. Choke me."

Instantly, she composed herself and said "No. You do not tell me what to do."

She smiled, and pulled herself away and began walking towards the door. She stopped herself and said "Oh no. It looks like my shirt has gotten all wet." She turned back to me, and gently leaned over to show the transparency over her breasts. She grabbed her shirt at her tummy and pulled it gently, tug-by-tug, over her head and let it fall to the floor, where she kicked it aside. "Prove to me that you are my slave, and maybe I might choose to pleasure you some more." She turned and walked towards the door.

"Carmine!" I called after her, panting and smiling like a fool. "I promise. I will always be faithful to you. No more guys, no one else. Just you and me." She looked at me and smiled as she walked out of the bathroom. "I'll be back later tonight" she promised.