Posted by tina on September 21, 20011 at 14:07:44:
“Unzip Me”
(Inspired by and in memory of Sherry)
By tina
“Unzip
me,” Sherry commanded as she backed against Bill and raised her long
blond hair. There was a momentary hesitation and then she felt the
zipper move slowly down her spine. Bill’s hand continued inside the
dress to give Sherry’s firm ass a gentle squeeze. She had actually
giggled at the freshness of this advance.
She turned to face the tall
man. He was dark haired, perhaps a few years younger than the fortyish
woman and was very attractive. Sherry smiled at her new conquest as
she shed her sequined red dress. She posed and watched his eyes as they
moved over her body. She had worn a black bustier adorned with red
hearts. The garter straps held up lace top nude stockings. The five
inch heels of her open toed shoes raised her to over six feet tall. The
white patent heels had been adorned with roses. She smirked at her new
admirer who was easily two inches shorter than the statuesque blond.
Bill
had already shed his suite coat. Her eyes followed his hands to the
navy tie with varying hues of circles. “You don’t remember me do you?”
Bill asked as his fingers had begun to loosen the tie.
Sherry’s blue
eyes focused on the knot but her mind was viewing other images. Three
things had come to her. She suddenly recognized him but not as Bill.
This man was Troy Morris. He had been accused of sexual harassment and
after an investigation Sherry had confirmed he was guilty so she had
decided to fire him. He had actually offered her sex in order to make
it all go away. “When you have Troy you’ll scream Oh Boy!” She had
laughed uncomfortably as she signed the papers terminating him from her
company.
“The tie,” Sherry had breathed the words as the final
thought had entered her head. She watched Troy pull the narrow end of
the navy tie free. Old visions of a movie played in her brain. She had
seen Alfred Hitchcock’s Frenzy several times. She had often fantasized
about being the business woman horribly strangled by the psychopathic
client. Sherry had realized Troy intended to strangle her with his
lovely blue necktie.
These thoughts had prevented any defensive move
as Troy pulled his tie free, looped it around Sherry’s throat, and
yanked the silky tie tight around her lovely neck.
The sound of her
scream was horrible. Sherry looked into the eyes of the strangler and
realized it was the echo of that long ago movie scream that she had
heard. But the gasps and gurgles she had heard after the attack had
indeed been hers. The pressure in her head had built instantly. Her
lungs burned as the strangler pulled hard on the tie. Her painted nails
had dug furiously at the ligature. She kicked her heels off in her
frenzy to break free.
Troy had straddled the lovely lady he hated so
much as he had drawn the navy tie snug. He had the ends of the neck
wear wrapped firmly around his palms. His hands had moved away from
Sherry’s throat and the ligature had tightened to his great
satisfaction. He looked at her bulging eyes. She had known she was
going to die and he had finally felt power over the bitch.
Sherry had
given up. This monster was going to strangle her to death. But that
was the role she had played for so long. She was going to be strangled
to death. That was when she remembered sitting at her desk. Pictures
of the business women being strangled with the tie would flow through
her brain as she had pulled her skirt up. Her hand had moved inside her
pantyhose and panties. She always had toe curling orgasms as she had
fantasized about being Barbra Leigh Hunt.
Troy looked at the bulging
eyes and the purple face and wondered about the hint of a smile on the
cyanotic lips. When he had finished he was surprised to see Sherry’s
nipples bulging under the sheer material of the bustier. He pulled the
dead woman’s panties down and tossed them next to his suit coat. He
felt Sherry’s dead cunt and again was surprised to feel the moisture of
orgasmic juices that soaked the dead woman’s pussy.
“So you enjoyed this, eh?”
Troy
had also been aroused by the brutal strangulation. He had quickly
lowered his trousers as he was in a hurry to screw the lovely corpse.
His necktie was still knotted around Sherry’s throat as he made love to
her corpse. Her head had wobbled from side to side as he violated her.
He had grasped Sherry’s firm ass as he had cum inside her dead pussy.
Troy
looked down at Sherry’s corpse as he stuffed her panties into his
pocket. Her eyes gazed up at him and she had actually looked quite
peaceful. He had seen the slight smile. He had bent down and fingered
her pussy one last time. He smelled his finger. There was a unique
aroma of sex and death.