In her own mind, Miranda fancied herself as some sort of succubus. She had acquired a great deal of money by blending femdom with findom, attracting wealthy but desperate men, primarily by selecting them from personal ads.
It was easy. She was as tall as many men but with weight proportionate to her height. She kept her hair long, the color of which was frequently changed to suit her current prospect. She had beautiful facial features and a body than men dreamed of using.
But her success relied on certain types of men, those who liked to "serve" or to be used, even humiliated. She found them to be the most accommodating and useful. She also felt drawn to men who were widowed early in life, or divorced men who would to anything to be with a beautiful woman.
Arthur
The first time she considered reviewing personal ads, she scanned dozens before settling on Arthur's:
"Generous older gentleman, recent widower, seeks companionship and more with attractive young woman. Satisfaction guaranteed."
She met with him over coffee to discuss the meaning of the ad and his expectations.
"Why did you put "satisfaction guaranteed" in your ad and what does it mean, Arthur?" she asked.
"I'm not an attractive nor young man, but it would help my ego to satisfy a young woman sexually," he replied.
"And how would you propose to do that?" she followed.
"By giving her oral sex and unlimited orgasms," he flatly stated.
"And what about your own physical needs?" she asked.
"My own release, if and when, is totally up to her, with no objection."
Miranda set him up with a date for a "tentative" sexual session, in which he could demonstrate his earnest. He proved to be quite talented with his tongue and gave her orgasms when she was on her back and standing up.
When he suggested she sit on his face, he explained the euphoria he experienced while giving a woman an orgasm in that position. She wasn't thrilled about the position but the idea of another orgasm convinced her to go along.
He was, to say the least, very attentive and she soon got caught up in the thrill of being in control. She used his mouth and tongue for a long time and ultimately, when she finally reached the crescendo, she smothered him as she rocked back and forth on his moaning face.
It wasn't until she had "come down" from her intense orgasm that she realized that Arthur was very still underneath her. When she lifted off of his face, his eyes were closed, his nose, cheeks and chin were wet with the results of her orgasm. And his lips were curled into a thin smile.
But he was not breathing. Had he suffered a heart attack? She was certain that she had not covered his mouth and nose long enough to actually suffocate him.
It was tricky business calling 911 and explaining what happened, but no charges were filed against her; it was determined that he did have a heart attack but it was of natural causes.
Over lunch two days later, Miranda discussed the situation with her friend, Lacy. The fact that this man had expired during sex didn't shock her at all.
"You know, there was a guy I dated who got me drunk, called me a cunt and raped me. I wouldn't mind smothering his ass," she said.
"That's possible, you know," Miranda added.
