I looked at the small-scale home at the end of the street. Unpainted for years, showing some greenish mold and moss nearly covering the shingle, it was a creaky rental for certainly.

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

It was a cold blustery Night, a small late and the neighborhood was still. I knew that Linda's friend Tina lived in this little shack, and I was coming to pay her a sojourn. This visit would be an authoritative part of the design to unfreeze me up from a very, very bad relationship.

Linda was a sex partner of mine for the preceding twelvemonth, and a drug dealing whore.

Things were beyond dicey with her at this tip and I needed to zap the"relationship ”. ( Another story altogether, that I have related earlier to my Dear Readers )

Tina was Linda's neighbor, sometime vendee, sometime friend and parttime lover. When Tina needed some hard cash and Linda was horny and lonely she would call Tina.

The piffling blonde would arrive at Linda's to get in high spirits, eat her slit, or fuck her with a toy from her collection.

Linda had shown me Polaroids of Tina in a miscellanea of positions, almost eating Lindas pussy or with a large silicone hawkshaw in her skinny pale torso.

From the photo I had seen I knew that she was about 5'2 ”, short-circuit blond haircloth, skinny with a nice ass and short A cup tits.

At one time she was probably cute but at 40 she was looking a bit endure out. She was tattooed and pierced, including a gang in one of her pussy lips.

Tonight I put the program in 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 heart-to-heart, she appeared on the other side of the security measures 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 head back to my spot and I'd sentiment I'd see if you were home. The other 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-cut smile, Midwestern aw-shucks routine and thinking about the cash in my hand.

"Alright, come in."

The place was no worse than Linda's junky apartment - a hippy, frat sign of the zodiac vibration. She sat down at one end of the hackneyed 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 piffling about you. She did n't say how cute you are though."

As I took a rear end Tina turned to confront me and I could see her mamilla were gruelling, pressing against the slight material of her worn T-shirt. I could clearly see that each nipple was pierced with a barbell. A fat joint 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 hand on my thigh.

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

"She wouldn't give a bullshit ”. I know you have a overnice dick. 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 courteous prick. A little pervy. chuck pussy - that 's a big one for Linda. She loves it. That fuckface trucker boyfriend won't eat her."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I found that a well-made blackjack would knock out most char and some men, if handled correctly. I had a beautiful beavertail sap that held a respectable 14.5 ounce of lead shot in a gorgeous hand-stitched leather body.

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

I turned off the porchlight, Tina 's"loose for job"signal. I locked and chained the room access.

Tina woke up to find herself bound with black nylon forget me drug to her cheap treble bed mattress - ramification scatter and tied to the underside of the bed material body, her deal tied behind her back, her wrist joint connected by an xviii in duration.

I liked to tie bridge player behind the back this way so she was n't laying on her paw, but they were by her English. She was prevented from raising them by the R-2 passing under her back.

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

Her thin white-hot T-shirt was stretched sloshed across her little titmouse and I had removed the cotton plant panties she had on so I could see that kitty ring.

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

Except for my opprobrious long-sleeved athletic shirt and drogue I was nude. Unless you count the latex condom wrapped around my dick. There was no lube in the elbow room, so I resorted to an old stand-by.

Hair conditioner from her shower.

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

I could see that she was still very lightheaded and watery - I pushed her back onto the bed. She was probably concussed by the force out I had hit her with.

Her pussy was very pink, with full-of-the-moon lips and pronounced clit poking out from under the hood.

One lip was pierced with a silver pack.

I rubbed her twat with a mitt encased in a black rubber-base paint glove, inserting some conditioner in her as I did.

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

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

I mounted the bed and made my way up her wide unfold legs, letting her see my fat dick in one hand. I paused at her garden pink short cunt and slowly rubbed the head of my shaft from her can hole to her clit and back down again.

She was trembling and whimpering as I slipped my tool into her and watched her kitty gape open to take my inwardness.

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



I reached for the fossil oil wooden handles of the garrote, and got a firm grip on them. I looked into her eyes and pulled the conducting wire tight around her neck.

I felt her pussy cramp with the first jerking of brat as she realized her legs were tied down and I was strangling her.

She tried to rise and get hold I was holding her down with the garrote, and fighting to surface only tightened the wire.

Her face was a bright wraith of red as she began soundlessly trying to breathe, her mouth working to trance a draught of oxygen. Her body went rigid and unlax time and metre again - squeezing my peter in the process.

Her thin body began convulsing, her belittled breasts quivering with each question. I tightened my traction and her mouthpiece opened wide, her fists were gripping the bed sheet, her legs weakly kicked against the ropes.

There were a few enceinte muscle spasm that jerked her body, causing her snatch walls to thresh about and grapple my cock.

Her sassing was open blanket, her clapper snaking in and out. A low gurgling sound was coming from bass in her pharynx. Her heart were astray open, like a trapped beast.

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

Her heart were pleading but I leaned back and pulled her promontory up with the conducting wire so she could get a look at my pecker spearing her snatch.

Her thorax started to puff with a series of small pant as she struggled to get some air.

Tina began to hallucinate, as her brain, starved of oxygen, began producing a fuddle of idea, double and feelings. I felt her relax a little, tiny muscle spasm shaking her organic structure, her small tits jiggling.

I backed off the telegram, wanting to keep her at this point for as yearn as I could.

Still stroking her cunt, I felt her begin to orgasm, a purely involuntary chemical reaction to something that was happening in her O starved brain.

I paused my shag to see her big cunt lips on either side of my cock flutter, and her button pulse as she came.

Her organic structure convulsed a few meter, and I re-tightened the wire.

Her consistence became utterly weight as she went limp.

I tightened my clutch and gave her neck a few fell shakes and lowered her read/write head back down on the dirty feather rest.

She made a long drawn out groan as some live on air escaped from her lungs, a few low spasms traveled down her legs and she was subdued.

Her lip was suspend open, her knock spit was protruding out a bit, a silver gray piercing visible in the middle of it. Her face was red, her blue centre were like a doll's, fixed and staring.

I continued strangling her for a few minutes, watching a few concluding nonvoluntary convulsions run down her cheeseparing body, then checked her pulse. Dead.

I left the garrote around her neck for adept measure and began to stroke my hammer deep in her cunt. My manpower wearing the blackness rubber-base paint baseball mitt were a staring contrast to her pale hide as I palmed her mammilla and pinched her nipples, rolling the piercings under my fingers.

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

The mass of my engorged cock inside Tina's now lifeless body, unmoving and completely in my dominance began to push me over the edge.

I reached up and placed one black-gloved manus on her cervix and continued to watch my hammer slide in and out of her cunt, the silver ring piercing moving back and Forth River.

I orgasmed suddenly into Tina's consistency ; my brawniness spasming a half XII times as my cock spurted cum into her pussy. I held my dick inside her as the waves faded, massaging her picayune tit, squeezing her neck.

I leaned back and slowly pulled my dick out of her now gaping slit, holding the cum filled condom securely in home until I could drop the bulging latex paint sheath in a baggie.

I took a pair of begrime pink panty off the floor and placed them in a charge card bag.

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

"You are a pretty upright fuck."

It took me an hr to search the small dingy home. Tina hid shit very well, but soon I had her drug cache and cash in a black duffle.

Killed for her drugs and money, the cop would say. But Tina was just one opus of my puzzle. Once they connected this to Linda, the respite would be simply connecting the dots .