HijelLjel

Warning: this fanfic includes the following: explicit sexual descriptions, bondage, sexual asphyxiation. If any of the above bother you, this may not be the story for you.

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Agent Sands had had an interesting day. He’d made contact with plenty of leads, all which knew….jack shit. He’d gotten fucking no where all day. And the heat wave was killing him. This insane heat wave did have its advantages, as in plenty of scantily clad women going about their daily activities in Mexico City. One of the filthiest cities in the world, filled with some of the most incredible women. None of which he could touch, because they all had husbands who were build like fucking mattresses. The heat, the women, the shitty day. Agent Sands had the perfect person in mind to bring his evening to an acceptable….climax.

He called his favorite house of ill repute, which he patronized a few times a month, depending on his schedule, and which of his favorite ladies were available.

“Send me Anjelina tonight.”
“She’s not working tonight. She’s still recovering from last night. Can I come over? I’d love to see you. I haven’t seen you in ages, you sexy fucker.”
“Fuck you. I want Anjelina. Tell her I’ll be gentle.”
“hold on.”

Sands heard rustling on the other end. Maria had simply put the phone down on the table instead of pushing “hold”. Dumb bitch.

“Anjelina says if you’re planning to be gentle, you can go fuck yourself. Otherwise she’ll be at your place at 9pm”.
“good.” Click.


Sands left his hotel door unlocked. He turned off all the lights, and sat in a chair in the corner, waiting for his Anjel to arrive. At exactly 9pm, the door slowly creaked open. A slender brazilian amazon entered his room. She was wearing black stilettos, a slinky short black dress, an unzipped leather jacket and not much else. She certainly was not high maintainence. Her wavy dark brown hair fell past her shoulders, and was cut in a fashion that it framed her heart shaped face and beautiful dark eyes. She smiled, seeing him in the shadows waiting for her.

For a few seconds, they just watched each other. He watched the way she walked the few steps into the room, and put her small purse down on a table. A small hand came up to her face to push a stray lock of hair away from her eyes. The stretchy dress clung to her body. He could tell she was wearing a bra underneath, but no matter, he could almost see the outline of her nipples through the thin material.

She had always had a soft spot for Sands, and why not? He was gentle when she said so, and rough when he could read her mind. And the way he looked didn’t hurt either. Soft dark hair, falling to his shoulders, a jaw line that Michelangelo would cry over, and eyes you could happily drown in, easily giving up your soul to fall faster. She didn’t mind admitting that Sands was her favorite client of the moment. And he paid in American money as well.

“hello my Anjel” he said, saying the ‘j’ in her name so soft it melted.
“heya Sands”. She took her coat off, stiffly, wincing slightly.
“may I see the latest?” he asked. She slowly took off her jacket. He unzipped her dress, and she shimmied out of it. The backs of her thighs and her r bar back were covered in red criss crosses. “holy mother of god, what did you do this time?”

“whip. We got a little out of control”. She said. Anjelina was a woman of few words. She was a woman of many sensations, and pain was one of her favorites.
“yeah?”
“yeah. I came three times”.
“well fuck.”
“yeah, let’s see you beat that.”

“deal.”

Anjelina unhooked her bra, flung it to the floor. High heels and panties came next, while Agent Sands undid his belt. He barely had it off before she was kneeling before him, undoing his pants. His cock grew hard under the warmth of her mouth, and the workings of her small, soft hands. He lightly snapped the belt with his wrist, letting gravity bring it down on her back, the tip of the belt usually falling past her back, around her body to her breasts. The hits were as soft as possible, but every hit send a little shock through her body, into her mouth, and through her tongue, which was wrapped around his erect cock.

After only a few minutes of this teasing, Sands threw his belt across the room, bent down and grabbed Anjelina under the arms, saliva still dripping from her mouth.

Roughly, he threw her onto the bed. He then relieved himself of the rest of his clothing. She was lying on her side, waiting for him to make the next move. He laid down next to her, and curled up to her, her back against his chest, her ass up against his cock. Just because she was that kind of bitch, she slowly moved her ass against his cock, teasing the shit out of him.

“you wanna fuck, or you wanna play some more?”
“oh, I’m not done playing yet.” he said, and rolling her onto her back, he took her small hands in one of his rough hands, and held themve hve her head. A huge smile appeared on her face, as he laid over her. He had found his belt again, and he used it to bind her wrists to the metal headboard. The knot was loose enough for her to move her hands and wrists, but not so loose that she could escape the bondage. This was the part she liked. No need to be gentle. Bring it on, and bring it on hard.

He roughly bit at her neck, while his one free hand found her nipple, pinching it hard. His other moved to the sides of her torso, and he ran his fingernails up her ribcage. She loved how she could feel the warmth of his entire body through his hands. It was part tickle, part pain. A small scream of surprise escaped her mouth.

“screaming so soon? We just started.” He said. Anjel just laughed. Her laugh caught in her throat, as he put his mouth on her windpipe. The hand that was on her breast moved between her legs, finding her wetness. He bore down harder with his mouth, as he fingered her. Slowly moving one finger across her swelling clit, and then two fingers in and out. He twisted his fingers this way and that, the rough pad of his thumb circling her clit. With his mouth on her throat, he could feel the air trying to get into her lungs, and trying to get back out. He had the power of her life over her. He could, at any moment, apply too much pressure, cutting off that precious oxygen. What, and wreck the fun? He could already feel the tremors moving through her body. She was getting a fraction of the oxygen she needed to her brain. All was well, all she felt was pleasure. Nothing else. No worries, no pain, no concern. There was only enough air in her lungs and oxygen in her brain for one emotion and one function. Pleasure.

The tremors started slow. They always did. She could barely breathe, she could barely see. The pressure on her throat was unbearable. It was amazing. It was death, it was being reborn. It was a release of every emotion she had ever felt, release from everything thing she had ever done with man or woman. Anjelina did not believe in God. She didn’t need to. Through a man’s mouth on her throat, she let herself die, and felt herself reborn as the air struggled into her body, which convulsed in sexual pleasure and release. Her back arched against his body as she came, forcing the soft skin of her breasts into his lean and tones chest. As her body trembled and then calmed, he held her down on the bed under his larger body. His mouth moved from her throat to her breasts, were he had no mercy on her delicate skin. The coarse hair on his chin felt like sandpaper on her breasts, as he sucked and bit on her erect nipples. When she finally caught her breath, he could feel her start to squirm beneath his body.

“nuh uh. You’re not getting away yet.” He said.
“good.” Was her response. Her fingernails were on his back. She ran them up his back, and felt a tremor go through his body, and his cock hardening even more against her thigh.

“how long you think you can last before you gotta fuck me?” she asked.
“doesn’t matter, because you’re a whore, so I can fuck you anytime I want”.

With that, he took her ankles in his hands, positioned her so her knees were at her chest, and her feet were dangling in the air above her shoulders. Her wet womanhood was fully open to him now. Her hands were tied, and her feet were over her head. She was beautifully, irresistably, vulnerable. His first thrusts were deep and fast, his mouth was on hers to stifle her screams and moans. He pumped his cock into her went cunt, and his tongue into her wet mouth at the same time, his lips rubbing hard against hers, his tongue fighting for power over hers. He could feel her back arching under his body. She would try to move one way or another, and he stopped her every movement. He couldn’t last much longer, nor did he plan to. Now it was time for his release. Her fingernails were in his shoulders and back, and he was thrusting very hard into her body. So hard it hurt. But she liked it that way, and they both knew it.

Her hips moved with the rhythm of his body, and when he did come, the beauty of the heat of his seed allowed her another, smaller orgasm. She stretched out her legs, allowing him to collapse on her small frame. He undid the belt binding her hands, and she stretched out her fingers and wrists. His was was dripping with sweat, and so as not to crush her, he supported his upper body with his wrists and elbows, holding his head above hers. She ran her hands through his hair, and lifting her head from the bed, she erotically licked the sweat from his face. It was salty sweet, it had been his, and now it was hers, just like his seed.

“Now I have your sweat, and your cum”, she said.
“Yes, but only after I had the breath right out of your lungs”, He said.
“the breathe will always be fleeting, whereas my body stores your essence for as long as I deem worthy”.
“Anjel, it amazes me bizarrly fucking poetic you are after sex. Normal people have a cigarette, you know? You have a god damn poem.”
“is that why I’m your favorite whore?”
“it’s one of the reasons.”

With that, he climbed out of bed, standing, and stretching his body. She took a few minutes to admire his lean, toned and nearly hairless body before she stood up and started to find her clothing.

“your money is on the dresser. Keep the tip. I’ll see you next week, little Anjel.”