Posted by Vanessa on October 02, 2004 at 11:46:00:
Micky’s Girl
By: Vanessa Feathertree
Angel steps out of the shower and quickly dries off. Joseph would be by shortly to pick her up and go with her to L.A. Micky had just left a little over an hour ago for a "business" trip Chicago. She was finally leaving him and his gang behind. Sure, she was taking Joey, but he had grown tired of the politics and Angel had some thing to offer that Micky didn't. She decided that she would surprise Joey when he got there. She goes to her bedroom and pulls out a pair of black seamless pantyhose. He had always wanted to see her in them and maybe even play with her through them, but she only wore them on special occasions. Tonight seemed to be a special occasion. She slips her beautiful legs into them and pulls them up. As she gets to her shaved pussy, she spreads her lips and continues to pull the nylons on. She tugs tightly on the silk, making it snug into her pussy. She stands up and looks into the mirror. A smile draws across her full lips as she sees the crease of the nylon pulled into her pussy. "Perfect!" She thought to herself and continued to pull the pantyhose until they were tightly snug against her shapely legs. She then grabbed a pair of open toed, stiletto heels. They were very sexy and she had noticed Joey rubbing himself while staring at her feet the last time she wore them. Almost ready for him and he would be arriving very soon now. She took a black, nylon gown out of the closet and put it on. Her nipples were perked now from the anticipation, and her pussy was starting to moisten from the nylon rubbing inside. She finished packing the rest of her things and planned on only wearing a long coat when they left the apartment.
A loud knock echoed through the apartment. She rushed to the door and opened it. It is Joseph, and he was right on time as usual. His 6' 2" frame stood in the doorway. His long, black hair was slicked back into a tail and whipped the doorway as he turned to look at her. He lowered his sunglasses and smiled as he stepped into the apartment. He had not planned on staying too long, as their flight left in 30 minutes. She closed the door and locked it.
"I hope we have time for a little fun before we go?" She twists a curl of her auburn hair around her finger and smiles. He sets his duffel bag on the floor and removes his trench coat, setting that on the couch. He unholsters his 9mm and puts it on the coffee table.
"We have thirty minutes before our plane leaves. I think I can get us there in ten." She removes the nylon gown and lets it drop to the floor. She can see that her wardrobe was exciting him. She caresses his hardening cock through the black leather of his pants. She takes his hand and begins to lead him to the dining room.
"I want to do it on the table where he sits to eat. That way he will smell my wet pussy every night he sits down for dinner." She hops up onto the table and spreads her legs slowly. The nylon pulls her lips open as her legs spread wider. His eyes widen as he sees how wet she is and smells her sweet scent. He kneels down and rubs his finger lightly against her pussy. He then pushes it inside her and wiggles it gently. She giggles as her leg muscles spasm slightly. She takes the back of his head and pushes him into her crotch. He begins to lick slow and deep. Her juices taste salty, yet sweet. He licks her nyloned pussy while unzipping his pants. He stands up, letting his pants fall to the floor, and grabs her by the waist. He pulls her onto his cock and pushes it in through the seamless pantyhose. She arches her back and moans as he thrusts her slowly. He begins to pick up the paste. He takes her head into his hands and holds her as he fucks her harder and faster now. Just as he feels himself about to cum he looks into her eyes.
"Micky sends his regards." He twists her head and her body goes limp in his hands. He pulls out and shoots his load onto her stomach. He steps back and watches her body spasm occasionally. Her steel blue eyes open wide in a look of shock. Her mouth open as if about to say no. He takes out a cigarette and lights it. Micky would spare his life now. He had not booked a flight to L.A., instead it was to Chicago. He had to take her head down there to show Micky the job was done. He went back to his bag and brought it into the dining room. He removed a hacksaw form it, as well as an empty bowling bag. He looked at her nyloned feet in the open toed stilettos. Micky didn't say anything about not taking anything else. He picked up her right foot and removed the shoe. He pulled the nylon down about an inch, so he could later tie it off above the severed foot, and began to cut just above the ankle. In a reflex the toes twitcheded a little as he cut through the Achilles' tendon. He did not notice Angel's eyes flutter as he cut. Her right foot was now off. He cauterized it then pulled the nylon back tight and tied it off. He then placed the stiletto back on the foot. He repeated the process with her left foot. They looked perfect and would please him later when he got to Chicago. He then moved up to her head. He picked it up with one hand and turned it towards him. Her loose neck moved limply and he could see tears in her eyes. He sets her head back onto the table, face up. He then lays the saw across her neck and starts to cut. With the first stroke she screams only to have it cut off into a gargle. He stops and steps back, startled that she was still alive. Her jaw opens and closes as blood spurts from her neck and gargles out her mouth. He wipes the sweat from his brow and starts cutting again. As he begins to cut through the spinal cord, her body begins to convulse. He leans his arm between her firm breasts to hold the torso still. With a loud crunch snaps through the last part of her spine. He cauterizes the neck and sets her head into the bowling bag. Looking at his watch, he sees that he still has time. He looks at her smooth pussy, the nylon still inside of it, and wonders if he can make her cum when she has no head. He goes to her room and finds a nine-inch dildo.
"Lets see if we can't get this pussy to squirt." He pushes the dildo in and starts fucking her pussy with it. The muscles in her legs spasm as does her pussy's. After a few minutes he sees the results he was looking for. Creamy, white pussy juices squirt from her nyloned cunt. He pushes the dildo all the way in then releases. He watches as it slowly slides out about 1/3 the way. He smiles and picks up her feet. Packs up his tools and gets his coat, putting her tiny feet in the large pockets. He holsters his 9mm and leaves the apartment. A large pool of blood builds under her severed neck and ankles. A mess that will be cleaned when Micky gets back into town and finds his wife dead.