Posted by tina on September 29, 2005 at 14:53:46:
“The Transsexual Strangler”
by tina
“Did you here another T-girl was found strangled?” Lulu asked as she slid the scarf around Tami’s throat.
Tami got aroused as she felt the soft silk encircle her neck. She rolled her left nipple between her finger and thumb as she slowly stroked her flaccid penis. Tami had indeed read about the strangulation murder. A third girl had been picked up at the Tick Tack club and later found sexually assaulted and strangled in her apartment.
“Awwwghuck,” Tami squawked as she tried to answer Lulu’s question. In that instant Lulu had twisted the scarf tight. Tami’s body stiffened and then relaxed as she felt the wonderful tightness at her throat. She stroked her cock faster as Lulu pulled hard on the lovely scarf that was now a brutal garrote. Her fingers left her now erect nipple to pull futilely at the soft ligature.
Tami was barely aware of the warm cum dribbling down her fingers as the room went out of focus.
Lulu watched as Tami’s hands came up and her fingers tugged weakly at the scarf. This went on for a few seconds. Tami was already unconscious when her hands dropped to her side. Her legs parted and Lulu gazed greedily at Tami’s erection. She released the ends of the silk and her own hands gently pinched Tami’s erect nipples. Then she went down between the T-girl’s legs, sucking the warm cum as Tami finished shooting her load.
* * * *
“Oh, Tami, it’s terrible,” Deirdre blubbered over the telephone.
Tami looked at the clock and thought 10:00 AM was still way too early on a Monday morning for this shit. “Probably has a hang nail,” Tami thought but into the receiver asked, “What’s the matter, love?”
“It’s Lulu…she’s been murdered…strangled,” Deirdre could hardly speak in a complete sentence between sobs, “The super let the cops into her apartment…and…and…”
“Calm down, Deirdre,” Tami tried to comfort her friend, “Take a breath and tell me everything.
“God, she did it,” Tami thought as she heard Deirdre blow her nose and take a shuddering breath, “she found the guy.”
“It’s terrible, Tami,” Deirdre spoke again, sounding a little calmer, “Lulu left the Tick Tack club early Sunday morning. She was with some guy. When Mary went to her apartment this morning she found her dead. She was strangled with a black stocking….Oh, God, Tami, Lulu didn’t even wear stockings.”
* * * *
The papers barely made mention of the killing. There were three terse paragraphs on the third page under the headline “Transsexual Strangled”. Tami was able to determine that Lulu had indeed met the serial killer. She had been seen leaving the Tick Tack club with a non-descript middle-aged man, with sandy hair. The waitress thought he wore glasses. No one had gotten a good look at the man but it fit the general description of the strangler who now had claimed three transsexuals. His other victim had been a very passable cross dresser.
Lulu had told Tami she was frequenting the Tick Tack club. At first Tami had tried to talk her friend out of flirting with danger. But instead of changing Lulu’s mind, it was Tami herself who had become intrigued with the idea of being the victim of a serial strangler. And of course now, with Lulu dead, there was no one she could turn to for her asphyxiation fix.
So after Lulu’s murder Tami began to frequent the Tick Tack club. The murderer didn’t strike on a particular night. Two of the women had been picked up on Sunday morning at closing time; the cross dresser had left alone on a Thursday and the other girl had met her date and fate on a Friday evening shortly after happy hour had ended.
Tami had decided to maximize her chances by getting to the club early and staying till quitting time. There seemed to be no problem with this as Tami was a good tipper and she did attract generous patrons. Unfortunately none of them turned out to be a strangler.
* * * *
“I didn’t order this, Barb,” Tami told the waitress when Barb sat a drink down at Tami’s favorite table.
“Man in the corner asked me to bring it to you,” Barb replied as she thumbed over her shoulder. Tami gazed over the petite brunette’s shoulder. That area of the club was dimly lit. All Tami could make out for sure was that the man wore glasses.
“Is he handsome?” Tami asked.
“Naw, just kind of average,” Barb replied, “I guess he’s okay for a middle aged guy.”
“Hmmmm,” Tami hummed. Slid out from under the table, picked up the drink and walked somewhat unsteadily toward the corner booth where the man sat.
“I wanted to thank you in person,” Tami said when she reached the booth. The man was indeed middle aged. But more importantly he wore glasses and had light colored hair. “Sandy colored,” Tami thought as the man slid out of the booth.
“Please,” the man said, “Have a seat.”
* * * *
The bartender made last call and Tami turned to her new friend. “Why don’t we have the last one at my place?”
The gentleman smiled at Tami. “That would be delightful, my dear.” He pulled Tami close and kissed her on the lips. His hand slipped up under Tami’s skirt and gently rubbed her pantyhose covered crotch. They had already determined that the man preferred transsexuals. “I even enjoy a passable cross dresser on occasion,” He had laughed.
When they walked out of the club into the parking lot Tami inquired about his car.
“Oh, I thought I might get lucky tonight so I took a cab.”
Tami remembered that Lulu’s car had been missing from her apartment. The police had found it two weeks later but it provided no clues.
* * * *
When they arrived at Tami’s townhouse she had dimmed the lights and put on some romantic music.
“What would you like?” she asked.
By way of answer he again pulled her into his arms. He twisted one arm behind Tami’s back and said, “I just want you.” He turned her slowly and began to unbutton her blouse. Tami soon found herself naked from the waist up. The man played with her breasts and she could feel her nipples stiffen under his touch. Then an arm had gone roughly around her throat and he had snarled, ”I want a blow job, bitch.”
Tami did not resist as he turned her and forced her to her knees. She unbuckled his belt, unfastened the trouser button and slowly unzipped the man’s pants.
“Don’t be bashful, you know you want it, cunt.”
“Yes,” Tami had whispered, “I need it.”
He wore no underpants. His cock was marvelous as it sprang free. Tami guessed eight inches as her fingers circled the girth of the man’s already hard cock. Her brightly painted lips began to slowly slide down the pole. His hand went roughly to the back of Tami’s head and she felt her mouth being forced down onto the cock. She relaxed as she felt herself about to gag. The cock head pushed deeper into Tami’s mouth as she expertly took the whole thing between her lips. Then his hand relaxed and Tami began a natural motion of sliding up and down the length of the hard shaft.
“I knew you’d be a good little slut,” the man said as he looked down at Tami working on his erection. The shaft was turning red as Tami’s lipstick smeared over the hard cock. Tami’s own prick began to grow as she worked her lips furiously over the man’s hard dick.
Finally the man’s hand again went firmly behind Tami’s head. He stiffened and for a moment Tami thought he was going to suffocate her with the head of his prick. But instead hot cum began to shoot down Tami’s throat. She did her best to swallow all of it. Finally he was finished pumping her mouth. He released his grip and slowly pulled his cock from between Tami’s luscious lips.
She squatted back on her legs as she looked up at him. Tiny bits of cum dribbled out of either side of her mouth as she smiled.
“Take off your skirt and your pantyhose,” the man commanded.
Tami looked at him but didn’t say anything as she stood up, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and sat on the couch next to him. She kicked off her high heels and slowly worked her pantyhose off.
He watched she peeled off the sheer black hose. He held out his hand and Tami dropped her pantyhose into his outstretched palm.
“Put your hands behind you,” he said but before she could comply he had already taken hold of her right wrist. She was amazed at how gentle he was as he pulled her arms behind her.
“What are you going to do to me?” Tami asked as the man wound her stockings tightly around her wrists.
The man did not respond as he knotted the pantyhose tightly in place. Tami was helpless now. Her breathing sped up as he again touched her still erect nipple. He bent forward and sucked on first the right and then the left nipple as his hand moved down Tami’s tummy.
The transsexual still wore her panties. His hand worked inside her black satin panties. He continued to suck on Tami’s nipple, sometime sucking her whole breast inside his mouth. His fingers circled her growing girl cock and Tami moaned. He kissed his way up her neck and Tami lifted her chin as he nuzzled her.
Then his lips met hers. Tami greedily sucked his tongue inside her mouth. It was difficult to maintain her balance at first as he kissed her hard. But then his free hand went around her waist and he pulled her close. His fingers moved faster on her erection. Her hips began an upward thrust as his hand moved down long her shaft. She was now fully erect and lost in a lust she had only experienced with Lulu.
* * * *
She had lost all track of time when she began to spurt hot cum inside her satin panties. It dribbled over his fingers as he finished gently stoking her to climax. He broke off the kiss as he pulled his dripping hand out of Tami’s panties.
“Look what you’ve done, whore,” he said as he held up his cum soaked hand.
“Lick it off,” he commanded as he stuck his hand in Tami’s face.
Tami sucked on his fingers and licked his palm. She tasted her own salty cum as she licked his hand clean. Then he cupped her chin in his hands. The man smiled at Tami. She realized it was almost time.
“You’re a good little whore, Tami,” he said and then he reached over and picked up his pants from the arm of the couch where he had tossed them.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Tami pleaded in a whisper as she watched him pull a single stocking from his pants pocket.
“It will only hurt for a little while, darling,” he said calmly as he looped a knot in the middle of the sheer black nylon.
Tami turned away from the serial strangler. She tried to get off the couch but with her hands tied she fell back. His arms went around her. She looked down and saw the nylon resting just under her breasts, stretched out in his hands as he pulled her back against him and prepared to strangle her. The now petrified transsexual tried to draw in a breath to scream but in her panic had only managed to cough as the stocking slid up over her breasts, lightly brushed her still erect nipples and found the center of her slender throat.
Tami shook her head as her wish was fulfilled, the soft stocking caressed her neck and the serial strangler yanked the nylon tight. The knot plugged her vocal cords removing any possibility that Tami could call for help. Of course there would be no help as Tami sat on the couch with her strangler.
The T-girl had felt the old familiar thrill of asphyxia. But then the realization hit her that this wasn’t her friend Lulu. This wasn’t a game of breath control and at the horrible thought the doomed transexual struggled mightily. Tami’s long legs kicked out, knocking over the coffee table as the terrible pressure grew inside her skull. Her head felt as though it would explode as the black band crushed her windpipe.
Then a roaring noise grew inside her head as though she were standing near an approaching train. The apartment began to fade as the strangler held the stocking tight. The black nylon bit deep into the tender flesh of Tami’s throat. Her girl cock was again stiff as Tami gave herself up to the darkness. The strangler held the stocking until he was satisfied that death had claimed her.
Tami’s lovely body slumped down on the cushion as the strangler released his deadly grip. He let go of the stocking. An angry red line was beginning to show where the ligature has crushed Tami’s throat. The killer patted the dead girl’s cheek.
“You were the best, Tami,” the serial murderer complimented his latest corpse. The man left the lights on as he went out into the night. He drove Tami’s car back to the area where he could pick up the subway back to his neighborhood.
“Damn, need to pick up some milk for the kitty,” he thought as he drove away from Tami’s apartment.