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Subject: {ASSM} Last Dance (M/F, prostitution, hanging, snuff)
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Warning: This story contains adult content. If you are under 18 or it is
otherwise illegal for you to view pornographic content, you must stop
reading this now. If you do not like stories containing adult content, you
should stop reading now.

This story contains an account of illegal and immoral activity. If you do
not like stories of this nature, stop reading now.

This story is a work of FICTION.  Any similarity between this story and
actual events is coincidental. You should never engage in the type of
activity depicted in this story in your real life.


You have been warned.


This is my first story. If you would like to comment on the story, please
address such contents to jokerboy411@yahoo.com.







Last Dance
by JokerBoy411


I'm scared. This is my last few seconds of life. There is a rope around my
neck and I stand on a wobbly table in a hotel room face to face with the man
who will kill me - and himself.

I became an escort six months ago. No, since this is my last few seconds of
life, let's be honest. I'm a whore. I had been an exotic dancer for three
months when I figured I could save myself the aggravation of having to show
up on time to dance my sets for a bunch of unappreciative men. I turned my
first trick with a customer from the bar where I danced. After that, it was
easy to make money lying on my back. I never thought the night would end
this way.

----

I call the number from the website. A woman answers sounding bored. "Is this
Cherry?", I ask.

"Yes", she answers.

"I'm calling about your ad on your website." I say. I think about what I
will do with her and how her boredom now will be so different from her mood
in a couple of hours when she dances her last with me.

"In call or out call?"

"Outcall," I answer. "Eight o'clock." I give her the directions to the hotel
and the room number. Then I get ready.

I carefully measure out the rope. I stand on the coffee table. Yes, it's
long enough for two to stand on. I tie a strong knot at the center of the
rope and hook this onto the light fixture, stand on the wooden coffee table,
hold the rope, then kick the table out from under me. I swing on the rope
for a few seconds before letting go. The light fixture will hold us.

I tie two nooses in the rope, then hide it under the bed. I move the coffee
table back where was, then double check the rest of my equipment: his and
hers handcuffs lined with velvet, a ball gag. I close the drawer to the
nightstand, hiding these items at the ready. Then I place a box of condoms
on the nightstand where they can be seen. I place ten twenty dollar bills
next to them, spread out so that they can be seen.

Then I wait.

----

I get the call. Eight o'clock. Outcall. I get the directions, then begin
getting ready. I shower, apply makeup, dress, then enter my car and drive to
the hotel. 7:55. I knock on the door. I'm ready.

He's cute. I know better than to husband-hunt on the job. This one has got
to be married. If he were single, he'd be able to pick up women at the bar
instead of paying for sex.

I take two steps into the room and he closes and locks the door behind me.

"Are you a cop?", I ask.

"No, " he says.

"Let me see your dick." He shows it to me. "Nice dick," I say.

I let him take the lead. It's his money. He puts his arms around me and
kisses me on the lips. Some girls won't allow kissing on the lips, others
don't like to be eaten out by a customer. I don't care. I figure he's
entitled to get what he pays for. Besides, he's not bad looking, he's clean,
and he's a good kisser.

----

I break the kiss, then slip off my pants and shirt leaving me in my briefs.
She takes off her jacket, leaves it on a chair, sits on the bed, removes
shoes, jeans, and shirt leaving her dressed in a bra and panties. She slides
up the comforter, lays her head on the the pillow and seductively bends one
leg. I lay next to her placing my hand on her smooth stomach.

She can't be much over twenty and probably weighs ninety pounds. Her skin is
milky white, smooth, and unblemished. He arms are slender. Her fingers are
long for her hands. She has green eyes, wavy light red hair. Her bra is
white and covers her breasts which are small and perfect. Her panties match
the bra and form a triangle between her legs that have at least two inches
of clearance between them. I look her over carefully, I'll be the last one
to appreciate her this way.

I kiss her lips, her face, her ear, her neck, her chest. I remove her bra. I
kiss her breasts. I suckle at her perfect nipples. I kiss her stomach. I
place my two hands underneath her bottom, lifting the crotch of her panties
to my lips. Her pussy shutters beneath my lips as I do this. She's enjoying
this.

I remove her panties. I place my lips on her pussy and begin to lick. She
spreads her legs slightly and opens herself to me. My hands snake around her
legs and up her body where I grasp her breasts firmly and twist her nipples
gently.

She moans. "Oh, yes!" she cries. "Oh, my," she gasps. "Girls should be
paying you!"

I continue this for some minutes. I'm enjoying this. Finally, I come up and
kiss her HARD on the lips, mouth open, tongue fully engaged. She rolls onto
me, bends down, removes my briefs. She licks the underside of my cock from
the base to the tip before looking straight into my eyes for a second before
taking my entire length into her mouth, then into her throat. I'm surprised
by this as most girls will not do this without a flavored  condom.

She sucks for several minutes. I'm enjoying this enormously.I sit up, reach
for her ankle, then pull her legs on top of me. Without taking me out of her
mouth, she rotates her body and head around and places herself above my
mouth.

After a number of minutes this way, I have had enough. I come. I come hard,
in her mouth. She is moaning. She swallows. What a girl.

I lay back on the pillow and hold her. She places her head on my chest and
gazes into my eyes. "That was wonder," I say. I kiss her on the lips. "You
are a true beauty," I say.

Not another word is spoken for several minutes. I stroke her body, kiss her
lips. She lays still and gazes into my eyes.

Finally, I roll on top of her. I reach for a condom, handing it to her. I
sit back while she opens the packet and rolls the condom onto my dick. She
grasps me in her hand and guides me into her sex. She is warm and inviting.
I think for a second of disappointment that my last time will be in a
condom. Then, I remember that it doesn't have to be this way.

I push into her hard. She moans softly and wraps her arms around my back. I
quietly open the drawer and remove one set of handcuffs. She turns her head
to see what i'm doing, but I hold them out of her sight.

She begins to struggle to see what I'm doing. It's too late, I sit up a bit,
placing my weight on her hips, pinning her. I grasp her arm, so slight
compared to mine. I put the handcuff on her wrist, then push it behind her
back.

"What are you doing?" she asks, panic in her voice.

"Relax," I say.

I grab her other wrist and force it into the other cuff. Her arms are
secured behind her back beneath me.

"Hey, I'm not into this kinky stuff!" she says sternly. "Unlock me now!" she
says.

"I won't unlock you, but if you will relax and go with the flow, I'll pay
you double." I say this lie sincerely.

"Four hundred," she says, her muscles relax a bit.

"Four hundred," I repeat.

I remove the ball gag from the drawer. Her eyes grow wide with a twinge of
fear. Before she can full consider it, I place the gag over her head and
into her mouth. I tighten the gag. She is helpless now.

I remove the condom. Urgent sounds come muffled from behind the gag. I push
my jackleg into her slit. I now feel and enjoy the texture of her vagina. A
few more grunts and she relaxes to the inevitable. I imagine that she is
worried I'll make her pregnant. I smile at the thought. I pump in and out of
her body for several minutes. Finally she begins to buck her hips against
mine. She's enjoying this!

"I'm filling you up with my sperm," I whisper into her ear. "How does it
feel to have my life inside you?" I ask. She answers silently with her eyes;
this feels scary and dangerous.

"I only want one more thing from you tonight," I tell her. "We shall dance
together."

I stand. I position the coffee table underneath the light, retrieve the rope
from beneath the bed, stand on the coffee table and attach the knot to the
fixture. Two nooses swing back and forth together in the center of the room.

She is berserk. The thrashes on the bed, pulling her hands hard against the
cuffs. Not even the soft lining will prevent bruises on her wrists. She
manages to get to her feet and rushes towards the door. She would give
anything to run down the hallway naked wearing a ball gag and velvet lined
cuffs, but she would have to get past me.

I grab her around the waist. She kicks at me, but I force her neck into the
noose and firmly place her feet atop the coffee table. I dodge her knee,
come around behind her and the noose is cinched around her neck.  She stops
struggling. She can't kick me without risking hanging herself. I tie her
ankles together with a spare piece of rope. Her body is shaking and tears
are streaming down her face. If not for the ball gag, I could hear her beg
for her life.

----

I'm crying. It's hard to breath through my nose only. This gag prevents me
from breathing through my mouth. The guy reaches into the nightstand and
removes an identical pair of handcuffs. He stands on the coffee table and
places the noose over his neck. He tightens the noose so that it only has
about an inch of extra space - same as mine. He cuffs his right hand, then
places both hands behind his back. I hear him cuff the left hand. Aside from
the ball gag, he's as helpless as me now.

"You and I will share something really special," he says. "You liked it when
I licked your pussy." I don't respond. "You and I will dance tonight. We
will dance from this world to the next." His voice is soft, seductive.

"I want you to understand that there is no turning back. Nothing can save.
You and I are both going to die together. Here. Tonight." He pauses for a
moment for this to sink in. I stop crying. I don't want to give him the
satisfaction of seeing me panic.

"I want you to remember me licking your pussy. You really enjoyed that,
didn't you?" Of course I did. I shake my head yes. There is no point in
denying it now.

He speaks again. "You are a true beauty. It is now time for our dance."

He carefully places his foot on one side of the coffee table and kicks it
hard as he lifts his other foot slightly. The table topples from beneath our
feet, landing several feet away on its side.

We drop.

The rope catches after we have fallen only a few inches. This rope is so
tight. I'm unable to breath through my nose. Our bodies bump together. I
flail my feet looking for some kind of support. I can't find any.

We are two people, naked, unable to breath. Both of us are struggling to
find a place to put our feet - to get some air past the noose. He is shaking
back and forth and slowly turning to face me. His face comes into view. His
face is bright red. He smiles at me.

My vision has become a tunnel and my pussy becomes more sensitive as I rub
my legs together. His penis slaps against my waist. I struggle to press my
pussy against the tip of his hard cock.

Finally, I come. I'm hearing a roar in my ears. I look up to see his tongue
lolling from his mouth. He's close to death now. For that matter, so am I. I
see his final death throw as his body spasms and a final shot of sperm lands
on my stomach. 

All becomes dark.


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