Posted by critmk on January 14, 2002 at 08:47:17:
The Scamming Stewardess
A Story by critmk
Chapter 7: Sex, Death and Yuki
Yuki’s fingers were still poised over her keyboard, but her eyes were fixed on the three dead women in front of her. Dominic stood. She saw him and dropped her hands to her sides.
Her eyes followed him down the bloody steps. Yuki didn’t flinch when he pumped a bullet into Becky’s forehead, to make absolutely sure that she was dead.
Yuki’s delicate beauty made Dominic ache. He swept everything off the writing desk with one swing of his arm. Without a word and with no show of fear, she lay back across the length of the writing desk, with her knees bent over one end. She rose on her elbows and looked Dominic in the eyes.
“You’re going to kill me?” she asked, with no emotion.
Dominic nodded. “You’re not afraid?”
“No.”
The girl lay back, her expression at once open and inscrutable.
In an odd way, Dominic felt a kinship with this young woman. He sensed in her a Zen-like outlook: Life is an illusion. Sidestep obstacles. Release resistance. Cultivate awareness.
He reached up her simple black-on-white print dress and slid her white cotton panties down her smooth, tanned, bare legs and dangling black mules. He lifted her dress above a neatly trimmed triangle of black pubic hair and gently spread Yuki’s vaginal lips. He tongued her, back to front, for a long time, until he tasted her juices. He increased the pace and pressure gradually. As she began to tremble and moan, he kissed and sucked on her clitoris, pausing now and then to dart his tongue deep into her.
Yuki swayed into a sitting position, curled her arms and torso around his head and pulled his mouth to her pussy with rhythmic force. Dominic gathered in her swollen labia and sucked them gently. He pressed and rubbed his upper lip against her clit, in rhythmic response to the rhythmic churning of her hips and thighs. They had the timing of attentive, familiar lovers as they slowly, patiently built Yuki’s orgasm. She quaked and came, ending with a profound exhalation of hot breath. They held there for a long moment. She slowly relaxed and lay back, hanging her head over the edge of the writing desk.
Dominic walked around the desk and unzipped, and she took as much of his cock as she could into her small mouth. Her tongue darted expertly around his shaft until he was close to coming; then he withdrew. She sat up on the desk and looked at him. That face, those eyes; so direct and disarming.
“What do you want?” she asked, in her small, musical voice. Yuki looked at the bodies nearby – Becky, Marni, Petra, Juli. “One of them?”
Dominic found himself unable to answer. Yuki lowered herself from the writing table and took a few slow steps toward the conversation pit. She turned and looked at him. She stepped over Juli’s body and faced Marni. She wrapped her hand around Juli’s icepick and withdrew it from the dead girl’s chest. Dominic was paralyzed.
She sat next to Petra’s body on the sofa and ran the point along her thigh, then up the dead Englishwoman’s torso. With a sudden, swift movement, she plunged the icepick into the hollow of her throat, just below the black pearl choker. Yuki turned her dark brown eyes toward Dominic, to see his already hard dick rise even more. She kissed Petra’s dead lips lightly, then unbuttoned the dead woman’s jacket, smoothly and methodically turning her, slipping arms out of sleeves and then placing the jacket neatly over the back of the couch. She removed Petra’s bullet-riddled bra. With surprising ease and grace, she swung the much larger woman onto her back across the glass coffee table. Petra was now in much the same position as Yuki had been on the writing table, with head and lower legs hanging down.
“Give me a knife.”
Dominic walked to her and handed her a switchblade. She snapped it open and looked at the slim, 5-inch blade with fascination. Yuki raised Petra’s skirt and slipped her hand beneath the strip of black lace between Petra’s legs. She severed the strip with a clean, swift stroke of the blade.
“Put Juli on the table. Leave space between them for me.”
Yuki spoke not in orders, not in requests, but in statements. Flat, simple statements.
Dominic lifted tiny Juli with ease, and laid her out parallel to Petra, knees toward the sofa, face toward the larger room. Yuki handed him the switchblade, and he cut the crotch from bare-legged Juli’s black lace pantyhose. Petra had a neat, bikini-trimmed triangle of pubic brown hair. Juli was shaved clean.
Yuki spread Juli’s knees and knelt between them. She edged her mouth up to her pussy and tongued the dead girl open. Yuki flicked up her own skirt and wiggled her soft, round naked ass seductively. Dominic accepted the invitation and slid into her from behind. He reached ‘round with his right hand and stroked her clit, bringing her to a quick, intense orgasm. Panting, she pulled her face away from Juli’s pussy.
“Wait,” she said to Dominic. She reached back and pushed at his hip, and he withdrew from her. “Just a few minutes more.” She moved to Petra and moistened her pussy as she had Juli’s, and Dominic fucked her from behind and brought her to yet another orgasm.
He was trembling, nearly blinded by the sexual tension and excitement. A cold professional voice deep in his brain, amid the complex of synapses dedicated to survival instinct, warned him that he was losing control and handing his life over to the strange girl. He got the message, but found himself incapable of acting upon it.
Yuki withdrew her tongue from Petra. She lay down between the corpses, parallel but inverted; her head was between their hips. “They’re nice and wet for you now,” she said, sounding all the more seductive for her ingenuous, plain tone of voice. She opened her mouth, and he stroked deep down her throat a dozen times. She gently pushed him away and guided him toward Juli.
He lifted the slip of a dead thing by her buttocks and rammed her deep and violently. Juli’s tits bobbed and her arms flew idly about the table. Yuki seized Juli’s right wrist and stuffed two of her fingers up her own pussy.
Dominic was within seconds of coming inside Juli when, with enormous effort and will, he dropped her and pulled out. He grabbed Petra’s bloody tits and attacked her, fucking her so hard that her head bobbed up repeatedly, as if she were trying to get a good look at whoever was fucking her. Yuki added two fingers of Petra’s left hand to the two of Juli’s that were already up her cunt and drove herself to another rocking orgasm as Dominic pulled out of Petra.
He stumbled hastily around the table and jammed his throbbing dick down Juli’s throat, then gave Petra her turn.
Finally, he yanked the dead women’s hands away from Yuki’s crotch and entered her. She immediately began to cry out and thrash, to the point that Petra was pushed halfway off the table. Dominic stroked her long and slow, as she worked her clit with both hands. His hands were at work on Juli and Petra’s vaginas, pumping them with his fingers and rocking the dead women, jiggling their tits and swinging their limbs.
Their ultimate orgasms of the night came seconds later, at the same moment.
But for their labored breathing, the lovers were quiet and still for a long moment. Then Dominic pulled out of her and sat back on the floor. He stood and extended a hand, to help her into a sitting position. A dollop of his cum slid out of her onto the glass table top. She dipped a forefinger into it and had a taste.
For the first time, she smiled at Dominic. It was a sly, mischievous smile. She reached inside herself and came out with more semen, gathered the remainder on the table and squeezed the last drops from Dominic’s penis, until she had a substantial amount in her hand. She smeared half of the cum on Petra’s breasts and put half of it in Juli’s mouth.
Next to Yuki’s enigma of a grin, the Mona Lisa’s was positively transparent.
“Are you quite sure that you still want to kill me?”
He said nothing. But he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure at all.