I looked at the diminished house at the end of the street. Unpainted for years, showing some green mildew and moss nearly covering the shingles, it was a run-down lease for surely.

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

It was a dusty blustery Night, a piffling late and the vicinity was hushed. 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 authoritative function of the architectural plan to give up me up from a very, very bad kinship.

Linda was a sex partner of mine for the past yr, and a drug dealing whore.

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

Tina was Linda's neighbor, sometime buyer, sometime Friend and half-time lover. When Tina needed some cash and Linda was horny and lonely she would call Tina.

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

Linda had shown me Polaroids of Tina in a variety of positions, virtually eating Lindas kitty-cat or with a large silicone dick in her tightfitting sick soundbox.

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

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

Tonight I put the design in movement, 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 screw is it ?"

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

The doorway cracked open, she appeared on the early side of the security chain.

I gave her a big smile, 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 place and I'd thought process I'd see if you were home. The early 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 grinning, Midwestern aw-shucks number and thinking about the John Cash in my handwriting.

"Alright, get in."

The piazza was no spoiled than Linda's junky apartment - a hippy, fraternity theater vibe. She sat down at one end of the trite couch and looked me over as I stood in the doorway.

"fountainhead, come in. I don't insect bite,"she said smiling."Sit. Linda has told me a minuscule 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 nipples were hard, pressing against the slight cloth of her worn jersey. 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 shit ”. I know you have a nice pecker. 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 enigma man with a Nice dick. A footling pervy. Eats 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 wish you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I found that a well-made jack oak would pink out most woman and some men, if handled correctly. I had a beautiful beavertail sap that held a hefty 14.5 ounces of lead shot in a gorgeous hand-stitched leather body.

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

I turned off the porchlight, Tina 's"heart-to-heart for business"sign. I locked and chained the door.

Tina woke up to find herself bound with black nylon rope to her cheap double bed mattress - leg spread and tied to the underside of the bed frame, her mitt tied behind her back, her wrists connected by an XVIII in length.

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

She was gagged with the one clean and jerk pair of panty I could find oneself in the room.

Her slim down white T-shirt was stretched tight across her little mamilla and I had removed the cotton panties she had on so I could see that pussy ring.

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

Except for my dim long-sleeved athletic shirt and sock I was nude. Unless you count the latex prophylactic wrapped around my gumshoe. There was no lubricator in the elbow room, so I resorted to an old stand-by.

Hair 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 giddy and infirm - I pushed her back onto the bed. She was probably concussed by the force I had hit her with.

Her slit was very pink, with full moon lip and pronounced clit poking out from under the hoodlum.

One lip was pierced with a silver grey hoop.

I rubbed her cunt with a manus encased in a inkiness latex paint glove, inserting some conditioner in her as I did.

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

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

I mounted the bed and made my way up her wide subject legs, letting her see my fat stopcock in one hand. I paused at her pinko minuscule slit and slowly rubbed the head teacher of my dick from her butt pickle to her clit and back down again.

She was trembling and whimpering as I slipped my shaft into her and watched her pussy gape open to choose my meat.

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



I reached for the petroleum wooden handles of the garrote, and got a firm adhesive friction on them. I looked into her eyes and pulled the wire tight around her neck.

I felt her puss cramp with the first jounce of terror as she realized her legs were tied down and I was strangling her.

She tried to spring up and found I was holding her down with the garrote, and fighting to climb only tightened the wire.

Her aspect was a brightly shade of red as she began soundlessly trying to suspire, her mouth working to arrest a draught of oxygen. Her body went strict and relaxed prison term and time again - squeezing my cock in the process.

Her thin out body began convulsing, her small chest quivering with each question. I tightened my clutch and her mouth opened wide, her fist were gripping the sail, her leg debile kicked against the ropes.

There were a few big cramp that jerked her body, causing her kitty paries to thresh about and grip my rooster.

Her mouth was open blanket, her tongue snaking in and out. A low gurgling auditory sensation was coming from deep in her throat. Her eyes were wide open, like a trapped beast.

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

Her centre were pleading but I leaned back and pulled her headspring up with the wire so she could get a feel at my dick spearing her cunt.

Her pectus started to heave with a series of pocket-sized gasps as she struggled to get some air.

Tina began to hallucinate, as her brain, starved of atomic number 8, began producing a jumble of thoughts, images and smell. I felt her relax a little, lilliputian spasms shaking her body, her little titty jiggling.

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

Still stroking her snatch, I felt her begin to orgasm, a purely involuntary chemical reaction to something that was happening in her atomic number 8 starved brain.

I paused my fucking to take in her big snatch brim on either side of my cock disturbance, and her clit pulse as she came.

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

Her trunk became dead free weight as she went limp.

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

She made a yearn drawn out groan as some concluding air escaped from her lungs, a few pocket-size spasms traveled down her legs and she was silence.

Her mouth was frozen spread out, her pinkish natural language was protruding out a bit, a silver piercing seeable in the centre of it. Her case was red, her low-spirited centre were like a doll's, fixed and staring.

I continued strangling her for a few minutes, watching a few last involuntary paroxysm run down her weedy body, then checked her pulse. Dead.

I left the garrote around her neck for good measure and began to stroke my putz deep in her cunt. My manpower wearing the disgraceful rubber-base paint gloves were a stark line to her sick hide as I palmed her teat and pinched her tit, 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 feeling of the dead woman's cunt.

The visual sense of my gorge turncock inside Tina's now lifeless body, unmoving and completely in my control began to push me over the edge.

I reached up and placed one black-gloved hand on her neck opening and continued to watch my cock slide in and out of her puss, the silver ring piercing moving back and Forth River.

I orgasmed suddenly into Tina's body ; my muscles spasming a one-half XII times as my cock spurted cum into her snatch. I held my dick inside her as the waves faded, massaging her piffling tits, squeezing her neck.

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

I took a pair of dirty ping pantie 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 hour to explore the small-scale dingy house. 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 pig would say. But Tina was just one piece of my teaser. Once they connected this to Linda, the eternal rest would be simply connecting the dots .