Posted by tina on March 05, 2007 at 05:13:40:
"Coffee, Tea or Strangle Melissa"
By Tina
Melissa put one eye to the peephole. Despite the distortion caused by the wide-angle lens, the face of the man standing in the hotel hallway matched the description Charlie had sent her. Melissa unlatched the safety chain, turned the dead bolt and pulled her hotel room door open.
A tall, pleasant looking man peered around the edge of the door as he moved cautiously into the room. Charlie had sandy brown hair cropped short.
"Hi, Melissa," Charlie said as he held out a gift box, "this is for you."
Melissa smiled widely at Charlie. Her teeth were nice and straight thanks to eighteen months of braces, of visits to the orthodontist and of wearing various hideous wire and plastic retainers.
"I also brought a bottle of champagne," Charlie said as Melissa led him into the room.
Melissa was a statuesque blond almost as tall as Charlie even though she was bare footed. Charlie gazed at her swaying fanny as she walked ahead of him back into the main part of her hotel room. She wore a pink, baby doll pajama set that revealed a delightful figure. Charlie could tell she worked out from the firmness of her legs and ass.
The room was standard. Two twin beds stood against one wall with a nightstand of dark wood in between. The digital clock radio displayed 7:30 so Charlie was exactly on time. On the far side of the room was a large picture window. Beige drapes had been pulled tightly shut against the prying eyes of the outside world. There was a table with two easy chairs in the far corner.
Melissa had said the airline was fairly generous with per diem but she liked to use most of the money on other things besides layover accommodations. In her e-mail to Charlie she had mentioned the fact a nice soft bed would be all she would need to show him a good time. This suited Charlie's purposes just fine.
Charlie walked to the table, sat down in one of the chairs and began to remove the foil from the champagne. He watched Melissa as she sat on the end of the bed nearest him. She slipped the decorative cord off the slender box, removed the lid and pushed aside the tissue paper.
"Oh, Charlie, how divine," Melissa squealed with delight as she pulled the sheer stockings from the box.
"I got white, its so virginal you know,” Charlie said with a naughty gleam in his eye.
Melissa lay one of the white nylons in her lap as she began to roll the other one into a little ball. Charlie watched as she slipped the nylon up her long legs. He felt himself getting aroused as he watched Melissa smooth the white nylon up her calf and then over her knee. She worked her fingers expertly as she pulled the stocking top up above mid-thigh. The lace top stretched out beautifully when she was finished. She was not overly tanned but the cream color of her upper thigh still made a nice contrast with the white stocking.
As Melissa started to work with the other stocking, Charlie set the bottle of champagne, still unopened on the table and crossed to where she sat.
"Melissa, please, let me do that," Charlie said as he sat down on the bed next to Melissa.
"Oh, my," Melissa said with a hint of a blush coloring her face, "how delightfully wicked you are." She handed the sheer stocking to Charlie. Instead of rolling the stocking into a ball he began to wind the ends around his palms.
"Yes, Melissa," Charlie said as he gazed into Melissa's green eyes, "I can be very wicked."
Melissa was momentarily confused as she watched Charlie with her stocking.
"What are yo.....aaaaccckkk.....HEL….guuunah".
Charlie slid the white stocking deftly around Melissa's throat. Her first scream for help was an incomplete syllable, choked off as the stocking encircled her neck and was snapped tight by the South Side Strangler. Melissa, being from out of town, knew nothing about the serial strangler. She was blissfully unaware of the strangler’s eight previous victims. Melissa had no way of knowing how much she had in common with those other women. They had all been good looking, either young or youthful in appearance, they all had long hair and by sheer chance they had become acquainted with Charlie Smith. What Melissa did know with cruel certainty was the man with whom she planned to have a sexual rendezvous was now slowly strangling her to death.
Melissa's fingers came up to claw at the white band of stocking. She managed to get her fingers between the nylon and her neck. She was oblivious to her nails cutting her delicate skin as she had tried to pry the silky ligature loose. Charlie continued to pull hard on the white nylon despite Melissa's frantic effort to free her neck from the deadly stocking. Charlie now had the stocking so tight that Melissa's fingers had been momentarily trapped under the ligature.
Then Melissa pulled her hands free and tried to hit Charlie with a wild swing of her right fist. The punch completely missed the mark and Melissa could not believe her arm was not doing what her mind wanted. The early asphyxiation and resultant panic had already caused her to loose coordination. Her left hand had grasped Charlie's wrist in an effort to break his hold on the white nylon.
With her fingers again free from the silky stocking she had alternatively tugged at Charlie's arms or pushed at his chest in a frantic effort to end the deadly strangulation. But Charlie just kept drawing the stocking tighter as he watched Melissa struggle. The two were bouncing up and down on the end of the bed as Melissa fought desperately for her life.
After a couple of minutes, as her hands had again gripped his forearms, Charlie slowly put his right arm up and over Melissa's head in order to guide the stretched out stocking around her throat a second time. Melissa's own arm has going along for the ride as her fingers clung weakly to the strangler's arm.
Once the nylon was looped a second time around his victim's throat, Charlie again stretched the stocking out away from Melissa's neck with renewed vigor. The second band of white nylon quickly tightened around Melissa's tortured throat. She was making terrible snoring noise through her nose as he continued to draw the stocking tighter. Her neck was totally compressed now and no air had reached her lungs for several minutes. Then Charlie had taken hold of both ends of the stocking, just to the left of Melissa's chin.
The ligature loosened slightly and the pretty stewardess drew in a small, ragged breath. Melissa's left hand slid down to Charlie's right wrist as she continued to dig at the stocking with her right hand. Although she was trying desperately to pull the stocking free, it remained fairly tight around her neck. She was drawing just enough air to avoid passing out from lack of oxygen but she could neither recover her strength nor even beg for mercy. The ligature choked off her attempts to plead for mercy.
Then she felt Charlie's hand touch her belly under her baby doll nighty. His palm caressed her flat stomach as his fingers slowly crept into her panties.
"hhhhhmmmmm....uuuuuuuu", Melissa let out an involuntary moan as Charlie's fingers went between her legs.
Her eyes were turned to her left looking at her killer. He could see the puzzled look on her face as he began to gently finger her. Her lips formed a circle as his finger found a particularly sensitive spot inside her blond pussy. Charlie said nothing but gazed deep into Melissa's eyes as he began to stimulate the partially strangled blond.
"His eyes change color," Melissa realized through her asphyxiated stupor, "how lovely they are." She gazed at her strangler's eyes, watching them change from blue to green and periodically she would feel an electric tingle as Charlie found a happy spot inside her. Melissa had always been multi-orgasmic and had no trouble getting off. She quickly knew that Charlie was an expert at manual stimulation. She could feel her juices flowing around his fingers as he fiddled with her pussy.
The pain of the nylon, still held firmly around her neck, was all but forgotten as Charlie brought her to the edge of an orgasm. She was just on the verge, as every nerve seemed to tingle when he gave a little tug on the white thigh high.
"uuuuunnnnhhhhh" Melissa gave out a little groan but the subtle stimulus of the stocking became the catalyst for her first orgasm.
Charlie could feel Melissa's muscles begin to contract as he continued to finger fuck the gorgeous stewardess. To his delight Melissa's right hand moved to her chest. She was rubbing her nipples through the sheer material of the baby doll pajama top. Her moaning took on a different tone as her nipples hardened. Charlie could clearly see Melissa's nipples sticking up erect and firm under the pink nighty.
Then her hand moved under the top and began to slowly stroke her tummy. At the same time he was pushing and turning his finger in her warm cunt as she involuntarily hunched his hand. Melissa groaned loudly again, a half-strangled sigh of ecstasy and her lips drew wide apart. Her whole body tensed for a few seconds, she shut her eyes tight, the moan reached a crescendo pitch and Melissa came again.
"Oh, this is so fantastic," Melissa thought as the orgasm built, subsided and then returned. The fingers of her left hand still clutched Charlie's wrist. They were more insistent in their hold as the warm glow filled Melissa's whole being. She was stroking her nipples now, first the right and then the left. Her breasts were not very large but her nipples stood up and were clearly visible under her sheer top. For his part Charlie continued to slide his finger in and out of her warm cunt.
He felt Melissa's pussy clinch again as he eased his fingers out. He reached under her nighty and grasped her hand. She did not resist as he guided her hand into her panties. Then as her eyes opened to look at him she put a finger inside where Charlie's had just vacated. She watched as his hand came up to her mouth. She kissed his finger, took it into her gasping mouth, sucked it for a second and was rewarded with another huge orgasm.
"I never knew sex could be like this," Melissa thought to herself as she kissed Charlie's hand.
Her eyes were closed again. She felt almost disembodied as her hand pushed further into her panties, rubbing her hot box and she knew just how to rub a nail against her clitty to elicit the desired result. Charlie watched Melissa's hand as it moved inside her delicate panties and then he looked at her face that was bright red from a combination of the strangulation and her sexual euphoria. Charlie knew Melissa was a million miles away in that special place only women can go. That was when he took hold of the stocking top again.
Charlie grasped the white nylon with both of his powerful hands. With slow, steady pressure he drew the ends away.
The band of nylon quickly became a slender white line as Charlie increased the tension. Of course as the stocking constricted so did the soft neck beneath the deadly white ligature.
"You were wonderful," Charlie said out loud. Melissa was lost in a mind-bending climax when she heard Charlie's voice. She opened her eyes. She tried to tell him what a marvelous experience she was having. Of course, her voice had long sense been shut off by the stocking. Melissa was again aware of an aching in her chest. Her hand came out of her panties finally to push softly at Charlie's chest. Through increasingly blurred vision she saw her fingers spread out wide against Charlie’s light blue shirt.
Charlie watched the sheer stocking compress Melissa's neck as he pulled hard on the top and toe. The white nylon had now all but disappeared as the furrow it had created around the dying woman's throat swallowed it. Charlie saw Melissa's finger's claw weakly at the stocking as she attempted to free her fragile neck from the torture. One of her fingernails had broken off in the struggle. There were also myriad tiny scratches above and below the area where the stocking circled Melissa's necks. The marks had been created by her earlier failed attempts to loosen the terrible white nylon.
Melissa's eyes closed one last time as the deadly pressure built inside her head. She thought she was going to be sick when suddenly the pain and the nausea had left her. A black hole began to open in front of her eyes and she felt herself being swallowed whole by it.
Melissa's left leg suddenly lifted up and her right leg stiffened straight. Then her legs had moved away from each other as her feet came back down slowly on the carpet. Charlie allowed Melissa's body to fall backward onto the bed. Her right hand had dropped onto her lap while the fingers of her left hand remained curled at the side of her throat. A small tremor ran through Melissa's body, starting just under her bosom and ending with one last small kick of her feet.
Melissa's ankles turned outward and her whole body seemed to sag into the bed. Charlie brought the ends of the stocking around under Melissa's head forming one more loop of stocking. He pulled her blond hair free from the final loop of hosiery before he knotted the stocking securely under Melissa’s chin. This last white band was clearly visible even after he had pulled it snugly around the dead woman's neck.
Melissa now had two more things in common with the other victims of the strangler. She had experienced the heavenly touch of Charlie's fingers. Those fingers touched Charlie's ladies like a pianist lovingly touches the ivory keys of a fine concert piano. And of course she now had the signature stocking knotted tightly around her neck.
Pleasant looking Charlie Smith had given Melissa a final fatal necklace.
Charlie stepped back to look at his work. Melissa lay quite peacefully on her back with her eyes closed as if catching a quick nap. Melissa's legs were spread wide. Her right leg was sheathed in the white thigh high in contrast to the bare left leg that was sheathed only by a slight tan. Charlie could see the dead woman's panties were soaked with the juices of her final climax. The toe of the white stocking at her throat had come to rest in her cleavage appearing like an arrow pointing the way to paradise. Her lips were closed around a distended tongue. Her blond hair was fanned out above her head and her face was turned slightly to the left toward Charlie.
Charlie had let out a wistful sigh as he turned to leave. The South Side Strangler hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside her hotel room door even though he had made sure Melissa would never be disturbed again.