Posted by Vanessa F. on July 08, 20012 at 03:33:31:
Murder by Proxy: The Watcher
By: Vanessa Feathertree
I used to be a killer. I’d find a target that appealed to me, stalk her and find out all I needed, and then go in for the kill at the most opportune time. That was me… that is… until one of my targets turned out to be interesting. I spotted her at a disco, hot, little girl who seemed to really let the music possess her. Watching her move to the rhythm was like seeing the Northern Lights for the first time. She was beautiful and fascinating. So, I followed her home. I watched her day-to-day habits and rituals. I get to know her friends. And the night finally came for me to take it all the way home. But then… she surprised me! After all my watching, after all my observing, she does something off the charts.
I had just picked the lock and was sneaking into her bedroom while she was in the shower. Midway through her room and the damn doorbell rings! I hear the shower shut off and her coming out of the bathroom! CRAP! So I hide… Thankfully her bed was relatively clear underneath. I didn’t dare jump into the closet! She was in the shower after all. She looks out the window and shouts down; “Just a minute!” I watch as she slips into a new pair of Wolford Fatal 15’s (I read the package that fell onto the floor next to me), a pair of tight, ripped-up jeans, a baby-t, and some high heel pumps. I’m thinking; ‘crap, I just lost my chance tonight’ as she leaves her room.
I wait about fifteen minutes and then start to crawl out from under the bed. I nearly piss myself, as the door come swinging open! I quickly jump into the closet this time! Thank fully my girl and her friend were locking lips when they came barging into the room. The guest turns out to be a very attractive girl in a short skirted dress, black hosiery, and heeled ankle boots. My libido goes into overdrive! Perhaps I could get a two-for tonight!? Or, at the very least, I had my next target. So I watch. There is some heavy groping, lots of kissing, and the mixed smell of perfume, sweat, and pre-sex drifts into the air.
“What.. uh.. about.. mhmm.. dancing?” the guest manages to ask between moans. It’s rather dark, but I can just make out that my girl has her hand up her friend’s skirt. I can only imagine what it’s doing. What ever it is, it definitely has her guest panting.
“Who needs dancing? This is where we were going to end up anyways.” With that, my girl’s head explores under the skirt to discover the hiding place of some more sexual grunts and moans. I find my pants shrinking as I observe the action and only hope that my own sexual pheromones aren’t picked up on. After a couple of minutes of oral attention, my girl comes up for air and while kissing her guest, grabs a bandana from the headboard. She sensually ties the other girl’s wrist to the corner post. I watch as she does the same to the other wrist and both legs.
Samantha (my girl), takes one last bandana and ties it around her friend’s head, using it as a gag. Next, she slowly slides down her friend’s body, until she is at her feet. I hear the sound of a heavy zipper being slowly drawn open. Sam removes the girl’s boot and flips it over her shoulder to let it thud on the floor. This process is done with the other boot as well before Sam caresses and kisses up the girl’s legs, until she is straddling the girl’s thighs. She leans over and pulls open the bedside table’s top drawer. I watch in fascination as she reveals a pair of shiny material shears. Lifting the hem of her guest’s skirt, Sam proceeds to sever the garment up the middle. Two final snips at the shoulder straps and the girl under Sam lies naked, with the exception of a pair of pantyhose. Again, my pants get a bit tighter.
Sam nubs against the girl’s vaginal folds through the sheer nylon, then gives a slow, deep lick, before standing next to the bed. I anxiously watch as she pulls her baby-t over her head, letting her firm melons bounce free. Her fingers tug the zipper of her pants slowly down before she pops the button open with a twist of her wrist. With short tugs, Sam works her tight jeans down her long, toned legs. Realizing she forgot to remove her own pumps, she leans against the bedpost and slides them off before giving a final tug at each pant leg and tossing the fashionably shredded denim onto a near-by chair.
Crawling back onto the bed, Sam positions herself between the other’s legs. Some more tongue lashing and thumb stroking through the thin hosiery until Sam sits up and slides a leg under one of her guest’s legs. She maneuvers her body until the two girls bodies meet at their junctions. Sam and the other girl start to move their hips slowly, at first, but it doesn’t take long for the two to start grunting like territorial apes. As I listen to the swishing of nylon on nylon and the sexual groaning of two very attractive girls, again, my pants get tighter…
Hips bucking, toes curling, breasts bouncing, both girls are completely into it! In a matter of minutes, I see the guest’s body start to shudder first. This is followed by Sam’s body tensing and her tossing her head back as she grinds her pussy as deeply into her friend’s as she can. Several more shudders from both girls and than Sam collapses on top of the bound visitor. Being a voyeur to all this, it took all I had not to pull out my junk and bust a nut right there! Little did I know Sam was about to give me something even better (in my opinion) for the spank-bank!
Slowly withdrawing from her captive’s crotch and legs, Sam goes back into that top drawer. When she comes back to the girl, she is holding a large K-bar! ‘What the hell is going on here?’ nearly escapes my lips as I watch with renewed fascination. Before the other girl can even react to what her eyes had a hard time focusing on, Sam shoves the blade through the side of her neck! I hear a muffle gurgle as I observe Sam stare into the eyes of what I can now call her victim! My girl starts to saw through the girl’s neck, pulling the edge up through her throat before flipping the blade back down and cutting towards the spine. It surprisingly doesn’t take Sam long to completely remove the girl’s head! My heart races as I watch the girl I targeted lift the head of another pretty, young thing, kiss the lips, and than rub those same lips against her own nether region.
Sam, still holding the head, moves into the bathroom and closes the door. I hear the shower start again and figure it should be safe to make my escape. I make a quick pit stop to take a better look at the other girl’s body. She was very sensual. Not fat, but soft looking, with curves in all the right places. I am startled when the headless body gives a violent twitch, and almost let out an audible chuckle at my own foolishness. I run my fingers down the legs, and quickly withdraw my hand when my touch evidently tickles the foot and causes the toes to curl.
Deciding that I am too high-strung to linger around much longer, I make a hasty exit and sneak out of Sam’s house. I watch the house from my car. After a couple of hours, I see Sam come out and load some black garbage bags into the trunk of her car before going back inside and calling it a night. I couldn’t help but notice they were deposited into what looked to be a large cooler full of ice. My girl must’ve been planning this for awhile. As tempted as I was to watch what she did with the remains, I had to get some fluids into myself and take care of the snugness of my pants.
I drive home and let out a laugh as I think; ‘Looks like
this will be the summer of Sam.’ I decide that I would continue to watch
this girl and see if she takes up the mantle of serial killer. If she
didn’t, then I would finish what I started. But, until I figured that
out, I would continue to observe this girl and put my own killing
desires aside. After all, she did the job way more sexy than I could
ever do. I’ll be a killer by proxy for now.