With Asstr.org down and SexStories seeming a little too complicated, I thought to post on here. It covers all my favourite themes- (Dolcett, Incest, Feet, ashyxia, Necro) Enjoy !


Dolcett Gift

Exam results day. Two brown envelopes plopped onto the doormat of the Bridges household. Mr Bridges, briefcase in hand, about to go to work picked them up. Girls! He called and eighteen- year-old Louise and Becky came obediently down the carpeted stairs, still in their pyjamas as Mrs Bridges appeared with a mug of coffee.
Girls, Mr Bridges said sternly, it seems your examination results are here. Well, I had a feeling it was a special day. No use beating about the bush, I can’t be late for my appointment, so let’s see the results.
Nervously Louise went first, she tore open the envelope and scanned the first few lines of type: her grey-blue eyes tensed, then widened and a gentle smile emerged. I-I got two A’s and a B-plus! Better than I hoped.. I -I guess that means I can go to University!
Mrs Bridges balanced her mug on the radiator and clapped her hands while Louise’s sister hugged her. Very good girl, said Mr Bridges, I expected no less. Mr Bridges checked his watch. Now you, Rebecca.
Becky nervously opened the envelope, Louise looked over her shoulder as she read and re-read and bit her lip. Oh, Becks, said her sibling, I’m sorry, gosh, they were strict on geography this year, but I know you did your best.
Mrs Bridges frowned and stroked Becky’s hair, Oh honey I m sure we could appeal, couldn’t we father? It does seem a shame. She gave a little pout in her husband’s direction.
Mr Bridges read the letter. I’m afraid the exam board is strict but fair. We all must have faith that those in charge are always correct. I daresay girls we have put a lot of resources into getting you two an education while many poorer families have made different sacrifices. These are the facts. I must go to work now. Louise I congratulate you, he said gently patting her bottom. As for you, Rebecca, I think we owe your form tutor...er?
Mr Colesworth, said Mrs Bridges. A highly intelligent and respectful man.
Yes, thankyou. Father replied, Mr Colesworth is deserving of some sort of reward for educating our two girls. I shall make contact with him while on my tea-break, said Mr Bridges as he headed out the door into the rosey-fingered morning. Mrs Bridges, Louise- I hope you will help Rebecca make herself most presentable and all being well I shall deliver her to him this evening.
Becky stifled a sob and bowed her head as her father looked her up and down. We did our best with this one, Mrs Bridges. Indeed, it shall be a sad loss to us, but I’m sure Louise will bring her parents some loving comfort until such time as she will be heading to the big city, won’t you Lou Lou?
Yes, Daddy, Louise responded, trying to hide her own relief and enthusiasm behind a grave decorum for her less fortunate sister.
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Mr Bridges and his daughter arrived at Mr Colesworth’s house around eight that evening. Mr Bridges, scrupulous to decorum, had made some enquiries into the tutor’s tastes which he had relayed to his wife, so that Becky stepped out of the car dressed in black ballet flats and a pale peach gymnasts outfit that accentuated her light tan buttocks and shapely legs as well as the slight, sensual mounds of her vulva and nipples. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back into two plaited pig tails tied with blue ribbon.
Don’t frown so much, said Mr Bidges, you look pretty as a picture. I only wish I could enjoy you myself, but Mrs Bridges and I will be attending my bosses’ end-of-summer barbecue which will have a good spread of delights and I promise I will be thinking of you when I’m putting the sauce on a roasted piglet…. Which reminds me..
Mr Bridges strapped a ball-gag into his daughter’s mouth, Mr Colesworth doesn’t want to hear your pathetic pleading and begging, he’s rather fond of muffled sobbing though, so do your parents proud. At the threshold, Becky’s father rang the doorbell and shortly after greeted the rather bloated middle-aged man who answered. Mr Bridges was polite though somewhat formal as he hid his disapproval of what he had heard in private about this highly educated professor. There was something flabby and seedy and ill-disciplined about him, but etiquette was called for and Mr Bridges pushed his daughter through the door and, declining a whisky went stiffly back to his car.
Mr Colesworth licked his lips as he looked Rebecca up and down. He had been promised fine selection of flesh gifts in the coming week and was thoroughly enjoying his summer holiday away from the stresses of the classroom. He had ruthlessly dispatched his first gift, a bouncy blonde with a cuddle-some big, soft belly only a few days before using his favourite meat saw. Each new present would be a different experiment in pleasure.
Rebecca Bridges had been one of his more timid, obedient students. Not so much stupid as dreamy. Yes he had liked those dreamy grey eyes together with the coils of long, dark hair: was thee something of the Irish pixie about her? Although Mr Colesworth taught the more cerebral subjects, he enjoyed those occasions where he had to oversee the gymnastics class: the poise and abstract compositions these girls could form with their bodies was fantastic. Here, Rebecca had excelled.
Mr Colesworth felt his manhood swell. Becky wriggled uncomfortably under his gaze. She knew he was one of those protectors who only really looks over his flock as future protein. It was not because of but despite him that her sister had realized her University ambitions. Rebecca always knew this is the way it would end up. There were too many females for the roles in society available to them, unfair as it was, this is the way it always had been, or so they were told in history class.
Yes, Becky was dressed according to Mr Colesworth’s tastes as his secretary had relayed them. The eye is as large as the stomach and a well-presented meat toy does wonders for subsequent taste impressions. He liked her toe cleavage and the delicate turn of her ankles, the oozing out of her smooth cunt lips on either side of the fabric that tightened around her crotch, the corrugation of her ribcage and taut, soft nipples, the extraction of which, beaded in sweet blood droplets, was his favourite hors d'oeuvre.
Well Miss Bridges, your father is a most generous man. He stroked her collar bone and slender neck. How erotic to take one of those blue ribbons from her hair and strangle that pretty thing. Beck shivered as his disgusting, podgy hands moved across her thighs and stroked her bum. That’s where you’re most succulent, my dear. Yum yum. One finger fondled her sphincter, he pulled it out and sucked it. My, you are a clean and tasty thing. Follow me.
Down in Mr Colesworth’s basement everything had been cleared to one shadowy end of the room and under a single spotlight he had arranged a noose and under it a stool. No Knives or acid baths for you today. I’ll save the tools for dismembering your carcass tomorrow morning. No sweet piggy, I just want to watch your sexy body do the noose dance for me, I want to watch you suffocate. You have just the right body for that
Rebecca felt the tears well in her eyes. What a sad, lonely place to die. She smelt Mr Colesworth’s stink under his cologne. Was this the best she could expect? She had always hoped it would be her own parents who snuffed her. The thought of father’s stiff reserve giving way as he devoured her giving flesh, mother’s swollen cunt dripping as she slices into her daughter’s frilly labia.
I expect you think I want to have intercourse with you first? Said her former tutor, breaking her train of thought, but I prefer virgin meat and I have certain necrophilic tastes. Step up onto the stool like a good girl, here let me help you. Becky felt her tummy recoil as he handled her thin waist but she complied. She looked down at the acne scars on Mr Colesworth’s shiny bald head as he cut through the bunched fabric around her vagina with small neat scissors and grunted as he gazed approvingly at her most private parts. I’m glad you are well shaved, not a millimetre of stubble to spoil the excellence of your lovely puffy cunt. If I was grading you on that alone you would have got an A-plus.
Now he took her ballet flats off and lifted one of her feet so she had to balance on the other which was no easy task as she felt the room spin slightly. He flexed her toes to accentuate the arch of her foot and appreciated the wrinkles on her scrunched sole, again much to his tastes. He often kept the plasticized feet of the special ones to fondle when he was staring forlornly at all the homework he had to mark. Becky would definitely join his collection.
First things first though, he told the girl to put the noose around her neck. She garbled something through her ball-gag. He didn’t care what – instead he imagined her father’s stiff cock filling her throat. Did he do that often? How he had avoided the temptation of his daughter’s tight slit he only wondered at the man’s resilience. Mr Colesworth knew he had little resilience he was only tolerated in society because he was a man and he had a brain. He had worked hard to get his share of the meat supply and every year he had to work harder to keep everyone happy. At least at times like this he was given permission to take out his frustrations and re-invigorate himself for the next intake.
He licked Rebecca’s juicy outer lips. A spot of her dribble fell on the belly of her gym-suit. He could see the goosebumps rise on her pretty legs. He listened to her hot breaths. Just one more detail, Mr Colesworth said cuffing her wrists behind her back. Yes, indeed that completes the look.
The cuffs were too tight, it pulled back her shoulder blades in a way that hurt, but how to communicate this through her ball-gag? Becky worried the excess saliva dribble was a little un-lady-like. Indeed, Mr Colesworth was a a disgusting beast, especially as she watched him undress, but despite this she was impressed by the matter-of-fact masculinity of his erect cock. His penis was hard for her and it did, despite everything, feel nice to be wanted, to be hungered for. Soon that white, stiff snake would be all over her dead, nude body. She knew how sexy she looked. Right now the spotlight was on her, not on her sister. The man’s cold eyes were already eating her. When he kicked the stool away, she would be completely his. She imagined how fat and angry his cock would be as she gasped, gurgled and asphyxiated. She thought of her own vulnerability, her young limbs, her available meat holes and the manly pleasure he would take as he fucked her lifeless body.
He was crossing the floor towards her panting, with her last conscious thought, Becky imagined the look of delight on her father’s face when her teacher phoned him to thank him for the wonderful meat gift.