Posted by romantic on January 23, 2001 at 15:14:10:
Taryn had picked him up at the party. There was something between them that said "desire" -- she was not one to do this often, but she knew the exhileration of being fucked senseless by a man whose name she did not know, and after all, they had seemed to select each other.
They entered her apartment; she was still tipsy and none too steady on her stiletto heels. She sat heavily on the end of the bed and unstrapped them. She threw one to him; he smiled and ran his hand along the sole. Taryn unhooked her black silk stockings from her garters. She rolled the right one down, caressing her own calves, rolling it over her heel and kicking it off her toe. She straightened her leg and pinted her toes directly at him. He took the foot in his hand and, in the manner of a gentleman, lightly kissed her toes. This ritual was repeated for her left foot. Then Taryn stood up, unfastened her blace-lace bra, cupped her hands and provocatively slid it off her large, perfect tits and tossed it on the bed. She struck a pose, now wearing only lace panties and garter belt.
His first move toward her was so swift she had no time to react. He snatched one of her stockings off the bed, quily tied it around her nenk, a double knot; then he placed the shoe he had held in his hands against the knot and tied it again. By using the high heel as a handle he cranked the knot into Taryn's throat. She had a second's thrill of thinking this a kinky game. Then as the pressure tightened and she looked in his eyes, she knew for certain the man she had brought home to fuck was in fact going to kill her. He took another turn on the shoe, the straps pressing into her neck and the knot beginning to really choke the air from her larynx. He pushed her down on the bed, sitting on her hips to restrain her movement. Her legs hung off the end of the bed and her feet kicked wildly, frantically; her hands tried to loosen the stocking, but it was already cranked way too tight.
Taryn's muscles were starting to convulse now and her tongue stuck a mile out of her mouth. Looking straight ahead, all she could see was the growing bulge in his pants. She reached out and touched his hard-on with both hands. She thought about what it would have felt like in her mouth, in her pussy; but there would be no wild passion for Taryn tonight, only for her lover. He took two more turns on the shoe and the knot practically disappeared into the flesh of Taryn's throat. Her gasps became whimpers, the kicking of her feet weak little twitched. Finaally, a long wheeze, her hands slid away from his crotch, and there was silence.
He stood up and looked at the beauty before him: green eyes wide, staring in horror at the ceiling, nipples erect and tits relaxed in perfect symetry, elegant bare feet dangling a few inches from the floor -- Taryn's dead body. His conquesat for the night.