I found her on OKcupid, we’d spent weeks texting and a few phone call before she felt comfortable meeting me in person. We kept it casual with a trip to the local coffee bean, it’s a cheap way to gage if there’s anything worth pursuing. I’d made the mistake of judging her by her appearance. She’s fair skinned, her neck is long and slender. She was tall, at least my height in her little platform flats. Her hair was mostly brunette but it had a prominent addition of auburn in it, she considered herself a ginger. She wore a yellow sundress she’d asked me to look out for with patterns of orange swirls. She wasn’t wearing makeup, she “didn’t believe in it”. But her eyebrows were expertly taken care of, and her skin was meticulously moisturized head to toe.
No tattoos, no piercings, no bags under her eyes. I’d just finished draining my social circles in a heavily metal community of dating prospects, so she seemed tame by comparison. I felt like I was a noticeable contrast. It was hot so I was wearing a light pair of black shorts, a breathable grey button down over a black tank top. I wore my hair combed back with coconut oil and a pair of knock off raybands. My skin is already light brown but the work I’d done outside had lightly tanned a shade or two darker onto me.
I thought that I would have enough time to sip the rest of my iced coffee before she wrote me off. But she took command of the date to my surprise. Questioning me like a fucking job interview. She asked questions most women don’t touch till the imaginary line of the third date. She asked me about kids, STDs, and commitment interest point blank.
The grilling put me on edge but it interested me enough to wonder where this was going. She said bluntly that she wasn’t interested in pursuing me as a husband. But offered me a role as a casual sexual partner providing that I supply protection and STD screening. I was awestruck by the structure and no-nonsense nature of her.
Like a good boy I came to our next lunch date with a printout confirming my health. She immediately relaxed after seeing this, shifting gears into standard “get to know you” date talk. It wasn’t until she asked me about my apartment that I felt a touch of that interview vibe come back on. My apartment was the closest, I hadn’t prepared for a woman but I keep a pretty clean place by guy’s standards so I wasn’t too worried.
My roommate was just starting his shift so it worked out great. She was very forthcoming with her sexual communication. When she wanted to start she asked for it the way a guest would ask for a glass of water. It was hot but jarring and a little funny. She wasn’t shy about getting naked, she dropped her dress the moment my bedroom door closed. The lotion I mentioned earlier was clearly applied to her whole body, head to toe. I think the smell of it she wore like perfume.
Her chest and ass were small on her athletic frame. She had the body of a runner, long and slender but with a muscular undertone. A small groomed tuff of hair confirmed that she was a natural red head. She seemed pleased that her nude body phased me in a good way. I’d dealt with forward woman before but this was different. She asked to see my cock the way you someone might ask where the bathroom is, suggesting that I get naked with her. Wasting no time she asked if I’d like to be sucked off. Every crude thing she said had an out of place ring to it since she asked for everything so politely.
I was more than willing but couldn’t help but feel that she was just trying to see if my cock matched the dimensions I gave her before. None of that mattered once her mouth was around it. Her all-business attitude was perfect for sex, her aim was to please me and she was fantastic at it. After a last generous lick she asked politely for me to eat her out. After a touch of instruction on her preferences I seemed to find a rhythm that had her going. I like to catch a glance of reactions so in one of my sneak peaks i noticed that she was distracted by my closet. I asked her if she was alright.
She’d noticed a gas mask I had bought for a Halloween party a few years back. It had barely been used, I got it for next to nothing at a surplus store and found out quickly that there was no way I was wearing it for more than an hour. I was embarrassed that she saw it and bummed that I freaked her out while we were just getting into it. I was a little thrown off when she asked to see it. She asked for a wet towel to whipe it off and asked if I’d ever had a woman wear it. I didn’t understand the question, less so when we were naked and I was as hard as a wet noodle.
She knew the country it was from and I think even the model. I knew neither, it was less than $20 and my knowledge stopped there. It had two eye holes and a puck shaped filter on the right cheek. She showed me that once you properly fit it to your face, if you unscrew the filter and place your hand over the hole, the whole mask suction cups to your entire face. She explained that if you have a choking fetish, this was the real deal. She asked me if I was willing to use it on her. I’d dabbled in light bondage, choking, and dominance play. But this was uncharted territory for me, I was hesitant but too curious not to try.
We established that a squeeze of the wrist meant keep going, a rapid tap meant stop, and if at any point I felt her go limp that I was to stop and take it off of her. She put her hair up and adjusted the mask for her. She kept the mask on top of her head with the filter off. She was still wet but I needed a little coaxing to get back up after our odd little intermission. It didn’t take much, her perky nipples bouncing as she wrapped her long legs around me had my cock massaging her lips in no time.
Since I’d provided documentation proving that my cock was STD free, and she was religiously taking the pill she preferred that I not use a condom. With a please, she asked for me to put it in her. She stretched and moaned like she’d just woken from a long nap. We kept a slow steady pace for a while as we got to know eachother before she mentioned the mask again. She asked for me to pick up the pace to a light steady pounding that had both of us moaning a storm before she told me to stop inside of her. She told me that she wanted exactly that pace. She wanted me to intermittently cup the hole with my hand for intervals of no less than 20 seconds as I fucked her. She told me to feel her hand squeezing, to keep it there so long as she was squeezing. The entire time she gave these instructions she was actively and purposefully gripping me dick with her vagina.
She kissed me before lowering the mask. I can’t stress enough that I bought the mask for a Halloween costume. In my mind the damn thing was scary looking, it felt like I was balls deep in a monster. I was both concerned and impressed at my erection. I gave her a healthy dose of thrusts before I felt comfortable cutting off her air. Her moans would have been loud but they were dampened by the mask. The whole thing was arousing in a way that only new kinks are. It was strange, and though I was unsure of myself her sounds of praise were enough to keep me going.
She took my hand by the wrist with authority and placed it on the filter hole. I was reluctant only because her chest was already contracting more than I thought it should. I knew that thing already made it hard to breathe just wearing it. She squeezed and I palmed the hole obediently. Her back arched reflexively and a muffled moan struggled to leave the mask as it gripped her face. I could just make out her eyes widening. The act of me palming the mask pushed her head into pillow as I fucked her. My moans were the dominant noise in the room aside from the sticky wet sound our genitals were creating. My mental clock was only at 17 when I became concerned with the involuntary thrashing of her chest and hips as I pounded away at her pussy. The moment I hit 20 I let her go and watched as the mask and her tits heaved air back into her. Her vagina rewarded me with a tight pulsating grip.
I kept my cock still inside her while she did this. Since she’d showed me that she could flex her nethers on command before so I wasn’t sure if she was cumming or just massaging me. She was already squeezing my wrist for more but I wanted a few more deep breathes in her before we went again. I trusted her judgment but I didn’t want to have to explain to a jury how this white woman had consented to the asphyxiation that lead to her death at the hands of this brown man. After an angry little muffled noise came from the mask I palmed the hole and began plunging into her with touch more force than before. You can’t exactly moan when the mask is constricting you. Her noises were these almost comical muffled squeals followed by labored, mechanical respiratory sounds. She was still squeezing at the the 20 second mark.
I decided to see if she was deliberately asking for another 10 seconds. At the 30 second mark she grabbed my wrist with both hands as she continued to periodically convulse underneath me. It spooked me so I took my palm away. And more angry little muffled noises came from the first exhales of the mask. Again her chest pressed air back into her body. After a few labored breathes she grabbed me by the hair with one hand and squeezed my wrist with the other saying something like “squeezing means don’t stop !” In a gas mask accent. She threw my head back by the hair and grabbed my wrist tightly. I’d met many women that dressed like they were edgey and a little crazy but this woman was the real deal.
I felt like she obviously knew her limits better than I did. So I figured I’d give her what she wanted. I gave her my entire cock with more force than I’d used before as I palmed the hole again. This made her exhale right as I cut off her air. There was only my moans and the sound of her mask throbbing for air, but she kept squeezing. I didn’t think she’d make it to 20 but she kept her grip right up to 30 again. I was trying to see her limit, it was turning me on but by 40 I was concerned again. Her legs thrashed as she squeezed harder. Her eyelids were fixed wide open. She squeezed with both hands again. I pushed through this time, hooking under her left leg, raising it back to get deeper inside of her.
Her rapid taps came just before the 80 second mark. There was no mistaking it now, her body went limp but her pussy squeezed and creamed me. Her arms dropped next to her head as she forced air through the tiny filter hole. I was a believer, I’d choked women before in the bedroom but this was the first time I’d met someone that wanted to go that close to the edge. Her legs went limp so I held them up by the ankles and lightly pushed into her while she collected herself.
It took her much longer this time, I was surprised that she didn’t take the mask off to get her air back. After a few minutes of light fucking the first muscle that seemed to get function back in it was her hand on my wrist. She muffled at me to put my palm back. I placed her calves on my shoulders and beant her legs back towards her. I asked her if this was OK and she nodded. I placed one hand over the hole, the other beside her head, and began a slightly faster pace. This new position forced some loud moaning out of her, but it was only a few seconds before the mask cut it off.
The depth and angle was really working for us. I was moaning loudly as I drove myself into her. There was a noticably louder sticky noise coming from our hips. Her eyes widened again fixating on me. I kissed the rubber over her forehead and took it up one notch. I felt the mask spasm and saw her eyes roll backwards but her grip was still tight. So I kept fucking her with my hand tight over the hole. I was way too into it at this point. I wasn’t counting but she wasn’t tapping. We must have been somewhere under 2 minutes when her body went limp.
I was disturbingly erect as I ripped the mask off her. Her mouth opened wide and gasped for air. I was still in her as I lightly slapped her for a response. I had taken a few months worth of Brazilian Jujitsu so i knew what it looked like when someone gets choked put. Her eyes shot open as she returned to the land of the living, it looked like she was struggling to remember where she was. She regulated her breathing and began to laugh like she’d just heard the funniest joke.
She’d infected me with this kink, I was definitely worried but I was still rock hard inside of her drenched little pussy. I still hate that she turned me on with her limp lifeless body. I didn’t want to cross those wires. When she finally had air enough to speak she told me that she’d never had that position before. She was enjoying it so much that by the time she thought to tap she had no ability to. Her eye brow creased and her ass cheeks clenched.
She twisted and pushed me out of her. Coming back to reality with a dick in her forced a powerful orgasm into of her. She was in the fetal position, I instinctively cradled her from behind. I guided her through it, and laughed. I told her I’d never seen someone go over the edge like that. She told me that she’d never been and glad that I stopped when I did. She was more relaxed than I’d ever seen her, the professionalism had peeled back a little.
I asked her what she’d like next, she told me that I’d been more than generous with her. That I could have her how I liked and finish in her if I wanted. I hadn’t cum outside of a condom in some time, I was hoping she’d offer. I bent her over on her knees at the edge of the bed. My hands were big enough to cover each of her little ass cheeks. I pushed her head into my sheets and spread her lips for me. She was soft and so sticky. She’d never let a man in her ass, the sight of her perfect untouched asshole was glorious. I pushed my cock into her pussy and was immediately greeted with the sounds of her moans uncensored by the mask. The inside of her was alive with the effects of everything I’d just done to her. All of those moans you’d expect to come out of pretty woman in a sundress were filling the room.
Maybe a stronger man than me could last longer but I’d be surprised if I made it through four minutes of this. I always start slow but end up jack hammering my way into an orgasm. I watched her nails dig into my blanket as I filled her pussy. Once again I don’t know if she was squeezing me on purpose or if she was cumming. Either way it felt fantastic on my freshly milked cock. She ranted and raved about how good asphyxiation play was hard to come by. She thought I was going to be too soft at first but was pleasantly surprised by my attention to her needs.
I’ve messed around with other kinks but that was the only woman I knew that had a gas mask kink. We used it a few more times while we dated, along with a few other new kinks. We dated on an off for a little over a year until she got back together with her “husband material” man. Clean separation, I wish her the best and remember her fondly.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o4yn7t/a_woman_from_okcupid_introduced_me_to_gas_mask
Wow. That was a hot story. I think I’d be a little freaked out too at first, but would love to try it. That’s a little like the girl that first showed me how to choke her, but on a whole nother level.