Kyoki
2009-01-08, 02:36
So I'm choking a grandmother for money. We're roughly in the spoons position. I'm hammering away with my pelvis. My left arm is over her left shoulder, under her head. That hand is on her forehead, pulling back, exposing her throat to my other hand. It squeezes and her mouth opens. Her lips are pursed... Perhaps I should start at the beginning. I previously had a job that meant I had a lot of contact with wealthy women. Quite a few of these women are Philipino. Somewhere between the ages of 18 and 21 they married a rich older white guy; a rich old white guy who died recently after 20-30 years of marriage.
Thanks to the timely death of their husband, they're left with a lot of money, a vestige of their looks and the desperate urge to reclaim their youth. Most of them dress like 18 year olds. A few get surgery, work out and use every cream under the sun. They all flirt like mad, the attention of a young guy being the ultimate prize.
There was one who always seemed to like me a little more than she should. She demonstrated this in subtle ways like sideways glances, positive body language and grabbing my penis when no one was looking. She's 49... her granddaughter is 16, you do the math. Her body is actually none too shabby, though her breasts are obviously fake, the bad kind. Her face has a little too much work done to it. She looks younger, but very plastic. Not attractive really.
Last night, I was out on the town. hitting a bunch of bars and night clubs to celebrate my friend's 21st. By sheer coincidence, she was at one of them. After a few drinks, I was getting rowdy and somehow ended up pelvic thrusting Travolta style on a raised platform. (the man who invented the Long Island ice tea is going to hell)
She saw me at about this point and came over to say hello. She said hi, then suggested I go and dance with her. With Monsieurs Gordon, Cuervo, Smirnoff et al urging me on, I said "Why not?" and followed her to the middle of the floor.
After we'd danced for a while, she started taking some serious liberties with my person. I appreciated the attention/ego boost, but I was stopping her when she got too frisky. Pretty shortly, she put her arms around my neck and said "Sweetie, if you were a little older...". Don't ask me what prompted it, but I leaned over and whispered in her ear "Don't think about that, just think about how much you'll offer me to sleep with you."
She looked shocked for a second then calculating. She said "$100". I shook my head slowly and made as if to walk away. "Wait, $400.". I leaned back in and said, "Make it $500 and we can work something out." She didn't even hesitate before she agreed. I should have asked for more.
She insisted on going back to her place right away. We caught a cab back to her place. The driver was looking at us real funny. When we got there, I suggested we get the money out of the way first. She actually had close to a thousand dollars in her purse, 500 of which made their way to my wallet.
I figured I might as well just pretend I was doing it for the fun of it. we undressed as we moved from her lounge to her bedroom. She has a 12'x4'x4' marine tank in her bed room. The moray in it could probably eat me. Any way, I just thought happy thoughts and treated her like any random hook up. I'm a little bit keen on seeing girls in pain, choking them etc, so I'll slowly escalate things during sex and gauge their reactions, see what I can get away with. I was doing the usual, thing, pushing her down before kissing her etc and she seemed to have no objection. I gloved little Kyoki and held her down with a hand on her clavicle, thumb touching her throat, while I pushed into her, missionary. We were going fairly hard and well, I've always found girls lose their inhibitions as they get older. This girl had NONE. She was clawing at my back, saying the filthiest shit you ever heard and biting my chest. My ribs hurt from the pressure of her legs. It was to relieve that pressure I first put her heels on my shoulders, then turned her onto her side. Tucking myself in behind her, I was hammering away and looped an arm under her head. I turned it so I could see her face. For me it's always been the aspect of the mouth and eyes that makes or breaks the encounter. It was at this point I decided I hate botox.
The irritation flowed over and pretty soon my right hand found its way to her throat. I didn't squeeze hard, just testing the waters. "Harder, I like it."
Those words opened the gates and she suddenly found herself having trouble breathing. I was pounding her, feeling her throat shudder and her trachea move as she tried to breathe and swallow. She loved it. Turns out she's a squirter (no, she didn't just pee herself, I checked). I shot my load a few seconds after she got off. I pulled out and was kneeling on her bed, about to step off and go to the bathroom to ditch the rubber. She told me to wait, then reached out and grabbed my latex sheathed wang with both hands. She pulled the condom off and my head was full of visions of turkey basters and child support payments. I was about to slap it out of her hands when she raised it and dumped the contents into her mouth. She made a show of licking her lips then swallowed the lot.
She looked at me then said "I won't want you again tonight. Let yourself out." ...And there I was thinking I was the dominant one lol. She pulled a blanket off the floor and sleepily said "Get out."
I picked up my stuff, nabbed the condom, went downstairs, got dressed and called a cab from her house's phone. I flushed the condom and went to wait outside. By some coincidence, the taxi that arrived was the same guy who'd driven us there. I told him the whole story and he laughed his head off. Apparently he thought SHE was a hooker when he drove us there and had persuaded dispatch to give him the pick up job at the same address. He said it was pretty normal for hookers to blow the cabdriver for a ride home and he was hoping.
I got home and had a long shower... Any questions?
Thanks to the timely death of their husband, they're left with a lot of money, a vestige of their looks and the desperate urge to reclaim their youth. Most of them dress like 18 year olds. A few get surgery, work out and use every cream under the sun. They all flirt like mad, the attention of a young guy being the ultimate prize.
There was one who always seemed to like me a little more than she should. She demonstrated this in subtle ways like sideways glances, positive body language and grabbing my penis when no one was looking. She's 49... her granddaughter is 16, you do the math. Her body is actually none too shabby, though her breasts are obviously fake, the bad kind. Her face has a little too much work done to it. She looks younger, but very plastic. Not attractive really.
Last night, I was out on the town. hitting a bunch of bars and night clubs to celebrate my friend's 21st. By sheer coincidence, she was at one of them. After a few drinks, I was getting rowdy and somehow ended up pelvic thrusting Travolta style on a raised platform. (the man who invented the Long Island ice tea is going to hell)
She saw me at about this point and came over to say hello. She said hi, then suggested I go and dance with her. With Monsieurs Gordon, Cuervo, Smirnoff et al urging me on, I said "Why not?" and followed her to the middle of the floor.
After we'd danced for a while, she started taking some serious liberties with my person. I appreciated the attention/ego boost, but I was stopping her when she got too frisky. Pretty shortly, she put her arms around my neck and said "Sweetie, if you were a little older...". Don't ask me what prompted it, but I leaned over and whispered in her ear "Don't think about that, just think about how much you'll offer me to sleep with you."
She looked shocked for a second then calculating. She said "$100". I shook my head slowly and made as if to walk away. "Wait, $400.". I leaned back in and said, "Make it $500 and we can work something out." She didn't even hesitate before she agreed. I should have asked for more.
She insisted on going back to her place right away. We caught a cab back to her place. The driver was looking at us real funny. When we got there, I suggested we get the money out of the way first. She actually had close to a thousand dollars in her purse, 500 of which made their way to my wallet.
I figured I might as well just pretend I was doing it for the fun of it. we undressed as we moved from her lounge to her bedroom. She has a 12'x4'x4' marine tank in her bed room. The moray in it could probably eat me. Any way, I just thought happy thoughts and treated her like any random hook up. I'm a little bit keen on seeing girls in pain, choking them etc, so I'll slowly escalate things during sex and gauge their reactions, see what I can get away with. I was doing the usual, thing, pushing her down before kissing her etc and she seemed to have no objection. I gloved little Kyoki and held her down with a hand on her clavicle, thumb touching her throat, while I pushed into her, missionary. We were going fairly hard and well, I've always found girls lose their inhibitions as they get older. This girl had NONE. She was clawing at my back, saying the filthiest shit you ever heard and biting my chest. My ribs hurt from the pressure of her legs. It was to relieve that pressure I first put her heels on my shoulders, then turned her onto her side. Tucking myself in behind her, I was hammering away and looped an arm under her head. I turned it so I could see her face. For me it's always been the aspect of the mouth and eyes that makes or breaks the encounter. It was at this point I decided I hate botox.
The irritation flowed over and pretty soon my right hand found its way to her throat. I didn't squeeze hard, just testing the waters. "Harder, I like it."
Those words opened the gates and she suddenly found herself having trouble breathing. I was pounding her, feeling her throat shudder and her trachea move as she tried to breathe and swallow. She loved it. Turns out she's a squirter (no, she didn't just pee herself, I checked). I shot my load a few seconds after she got off. I pulled out and was kneeling on her bed, about to step off and go to the bathroom to ditch the rubber. She told me to wait, then reached out and grabbed my latex sheathed wang with both hands. She pulled the condom off and my head was full of visions of turkey basters and child support payments. I was about to slap it out of her hands when she raised it and dumped the contents into her mouth. She made a show of licking her lips then swallowed the lot.
She looked at me then said "I won't want you again tonight. Let yourself out." ...And there I was thinking I was the dominant one lol. She pulled a blanket off the floor and sleepily said "Get out."
I picked up my stuff, nabbed the condom, went downstairs, got dressed and called a cab from her house's phone. I flushed the condom and went to wait outside. By some coincidence, the taxi that arrived was the same guy who'd driven us there. I told him the whole story and he laughed his head off. Apparently he thought SHE was a hooker when he drove us there and had persuaded dispatch to give him the pick up job at the same address. He said it was pretty normal for hookers to blow the cabdriver for a ride home and he was hoping.
I got home and had a long shower... Any questions?