I looked at the small home at the end of the street. Unpainted for age, showing some greenish mold and moss nearly covering the shingles, it was a derelict rental for sure.

I walked up the cracked sidewalk and knocked on the cover door.

It was a low temperature blustery night, a slight former and the neighborhood was quiet. I knew that Linda's friend Tina lived in this little hut, and I was coming to pay her a visit. This visit would be an important part of the design to discharge me up from a very, very bad relationship.

Linda was a sex collaborator of mine for the past year, and a drug dealing whore.

thing were beyond dicey with her at this point and I needed to atom-bomb the"relationship ”. ( Another taradiddle altogether, that I have related earlier to my love Readers )

Tina was Linda's neighbor, sometime emptor, sometime friend and part-time lover. When Tina needed some Cash and Linda was horny and lonely she would call Tina.

The little blond would arrive at Linda's to get high, eat her pussy, or fuck her with a toy from her compendium.

Linda had shown me Polaroids of Tina in a variety of billet, most exhaust Lindas pussy or with a large silicone dick in her near pale organic structure.

From the photos I had seen I knew that she was about 5'2 ”, short blonde pilus, skinny with a nice ass and little A cup breast.

At one metre she was probably cute but at 40 she was looking a bit hold out out. She was tattooed and pierced, including a anchor ring in one of her pussy lips.

Tonight I put the plan in apparent motion, and that required a visit to Tina's.

I rapped on the door and waited. No response. I knocked again, a bit louder.

"Who the fuck is it ?"

"I'm Linda's friend. Craig. She might have mentioned me."

The door cracked unfastened, she appeared on the other incline of the security department chain.

I gave her a big grin, and she smiled back.

"Oh yeah ... What 's Linda up to ?"she asked.

"She 's not home"I replied,"and I was going to guide back to my place and I'd thought I'd see if you were home. The former day she told me you could sell me some ecstasy. I've got cash."

I let her see the wad of bills.

Tina was looking me up and down taking in my wide grin, Midwestern aw-shucks function and thinking about the cash in my hand.

"Alright, do in."

The place was no spoilt than Linda's freak apartment - a hippy, frat house vibe. She sat down at one end of the commonplace couch and looked me over as I stood in the doorway.

"well, come in. I don't bite,"she said smiling."Sit. Linda has told me a little about you. She did n't say how cute you are though."

As I took a seat Tina turned to face me and I could see her mammilla were arduous, pressing against the fragile material of her have on T-shirt. I could clearly see that each teat was pierced with a barbell. A fat roast was burning in an ashtray.

"Would you like anything else besides some E ?"she asked, noticing my gaze."I can add a blow job for another forty if you want."She said, putting a thin mitt on my thigh.

"Would Linda be pissed about that ?"I asked.

"She wouldn't give a bastard ”. I know you have a Nice cock. Linda told me it 's too big to go in her ass."She said, smirking.

"Wow,"I said smiling,"What else did Linda say about me"

"nothing much. You're the mystery man with a decent pecker. A trivial pervy. chuck pussy - that 's a big one for Linda. She loves it. That fuckface truck driver boyfriend won't eat her."

"I heard he does n't wish you."

"Fuck him. He said I can't go see Linda anymore. Said he'd fuck me up."

"You were eating her puss. Maybe he was pissed that you were getting her off and he wasn't."

"Ha, yea maybe. How about I suck your stopcock, handsome ?"She said, rubbing my thigh again.

"Another metre, Tina,"I replied,"I just need the E."

"cause yourself ”. she said, rising and heading for the kitchen

Bundy would knock his women out with a crowbar. I always thought that was over the top, and a little messy.

I found that a well-made blackjack would knock out most women and some men, if handled correctly. I had a beautiful beavertail sap that held a hefty 14.5 Panthera uncia of lead stroke in a gorgeous hand-stitched leather body.

As soon as she turned away from me I brought it across the spine of her head and she went down like a sack of potatoes.

I turned off the porchlight, Tina 's"open for line of work"signaling. I locked and chained the door.

Tina woke up to receive herself bound with black nylon circle to her cheap double bed mattress - legs spreading and tied to the undersurface of the bed physical body, her hands tied behind her back, her articulatio radiocarpea connected by an eighteen inch duration.

I liked to tie hands behind the dorsum this way so she was n't laying on her manus, but they were by her position. She was prevented from raising them by the rope passing under her back.

She was gagged with the one sporty pair of panties I could find in the room.

Her flimsy white jersey was stretched taut across her little tits and I had removed the cotton fiber panties she had on so I could see that cunt ring.

Around her neck was a wire garrote I had made myself.

Except for my melanize long-sleeved acrobatic shirt and air-sleeve I was nude. Unless you count the latex condom wrapped around my dick. There was no lubricator in the room, so I resorted to an old stand-by.

whisker conditioner from her shower.

Her eyes blinked open and when she realized what was happening - she began vocalising and tried to sit up.

I could see that she was still very dizzy and weak - I pushed her back onto the bed. She was probably concussed by the military unit I had hit her with.

Her puss was very pink, with full back talk and pronounced button poking out from under the toughie.

One lip was pierced with a Ag ringing.

I rubbed her slit with a hand encased in a smutty rubber-base paint glove, inserting some conditioner in her as I did.

Tina bucked her hips, the cheap bed springs squeaking under her.

"Just loosen up Tina, you may enjoy this. I'm a lot better than Linda."

I mounted the bed and made my way up her panoptic heart-to-heart legs, letting her see my fat cock in one hand. I paused at her pink piffling cunt and slowly rubbed the head of my tool from her rear hollow to her clitoris and back down again.

She was trembling and whimpering as I slipped my rooster into her and watched her pussy gape afford to take my meat.

She threw her psyche back and made a low moaning sound in her pharynx and thrashed from side to side.



I reached for the crude wooden handles of the garrote, and got a firm travelling bag on them. I looked into her eyes and pulled the conducting wire tight around her cervix.

I felt her kitty spasm with the first of all jar of panic as she realized her legs were tied down and I was strangling her.

She tried to resurrect and find out I was holding her John L. H. Down with the garrote, and fighting to spring up only tightened the wire.

Her face was a promising tad of red as she began soundlessly trying to breathe, her mouth working to entrance a swig of oxygen. Her body went inflexible and loosen clip and fourth dimension again - squeezing my cock in the procedure.

Her lean body began convulsing, her low chest quivering with each motion. I tightened my grip and her mouth opened encompassing, her fist were gripping the mainsheet, her legs weak kicked against the ropes.

There were a few bombastic cramp that jerked her body, causing her pussy rampart to toss and grip my rooster.

Her mouth was open astray, her knife snaking in and out. A low gurgling sound was coming from deep in her pharynx. Her eyes were wide of the mark open, like a trapped animal.

"Relax baby, do n't fight it. You might even cum ; can you find my pecker inside you ? Does n't that feel good ?"

Her eyes were pleading but I leaned back and pulled her head up with the telegram so she could get a look at my dick spearing her cunt.

Her breast started to warp with a serial publication of small gasps as she struggled to get some air.

Tina began to hallucinate, as her encephalon, starved of oxygen, began producing a smother of idea, images and feelings. I felt her relax a small, tiny muscle spasm shaking her dead body, her little nipple jiggling.

I backed off the wire, wanting to hold her at this point for as farseeing as I could.

Still stroking her slit, I felt her Begin to orgasm, a purely involuntary reaction to something that was happening in her oxygen starved brain.

I paused my fucking to observe her big pussy lips on either English of my hammer flutter, and her button pulse as she came.

Her body convulsed a few times, and I re-tightened the wire.

Her body became stagnant free weight as she went limp.

I tightened my grip and gave her neck opening a few brutal shiver and lowered her head back down on the dirty feather pillow.

She made a long drawn out moan as some lowest air escaped from her lungs, a few small spasms traveled down her legs and she was quieten.

Her mouth was freeze overt, her pink spit was protruding out a bit, a flatware piercing visible in the middle of it. Her boldness was red, her bluish eyes were like a doll's, fixed and staring.

I continued strangling her for a few second, watching a few last involuntary convulsions run down her tightfitting trunk, then checked her pulse rate. Dead.

I left the garrotte around her neck for good measure and began to stroke my cock trench in her bitch. My hands wearing the black latex paint gloves were a staring dividing line to her pale tegument as I palmed her mammilla and pinched her nipples, rolling the piercings under my fingers.

I wanted this one to be speedy, but I couldn't help myself - I slowed my stroking down so I could savor the feeling of the dead woman's puss.

The mint of my overeat stopcock inside Tina's now lifeless physical structure, unmoving and completely in my controller began to push me over the border.

I reached up and placed one black-gloved bridge player on her cervix and continued to watch my dick chute in and out of her cunt, the atomic number 47 ring piercing moving back and Forth River.

I orgasmed suddenly into Tina's body ; my muscles spasming a half dozen multiplication as my hammer spurted cum into her pussy. I held my dick inside her as the moving ridge faded, massaging her little tits, squeezing her neck.

I leaned back and slowly pulled my dick out of her now gaping bitch, holding the cum filled prophylactic securely in situation until I could pretermit the bulging latex sheath in a baggie.

I took a pair of dirty garden pink panties off the floor and placed them in a plastic bag.

"Linda was right,"I said, eyeing the pale, slender and very still blonde on the bed.

"You are a pretty good fuck."

It took me an minute to search the small dingy theater. Tina hid shit very well, but soon I had her drug stash and John Cash in a melanize duffle.

Killed for her drugs and money, the cops would say. But Tina was just one piece of my mystifier. Once they connected this to Linda, the rest would be simply connecting the Department of Transportation .