Posted by Vinnie on July 18, 2007 at 17:16:13:
Room Service, Part 3: Cinnamon Buns
By Vinnie
“Gabriella? Yeah, it’s Cinnamon. I’m at the penthouse. We’ve got a situation here. Dead bitches everywhere. There’s a gorgeous little Asian whore hangin’ inside the utility closet with a bag over her head. And two more hot-lookin’ glamour babes on the floor. A blonde and a brunette. They’re both fucked up big time. The brunette’s wearin’ her silk stockings around her neck. Her eyes look like a couple of cue balls. The blonde’s all carved up. Like a Halloween pumpkin. There’s a dead guy too. A chef or something. Sprawled in front of the door. Don’t know what he was delivering to the penthouse, but it looks like he must have been enjoying himself before he croaked! There’s a nice big piece of meat bulging at the front of his pants! He’s kinda cute. Too bad he’s dead! Yeah, maybe somebody wasted him cause he tried to serve white wine with that red meat! Maybe they didn’t like his special sauce! Ha! Ha! Listen, the window at the end of the hallway is busted out too. There’s blood on the floor. Around the window too. And clothes scattered around. Miniskirt, bustier, high heels, stockings, jewelry. Looks like some naked chick took a swan dive out the window. Wonder if she went willingly? I guess your hooker friend Jaime was right. The penthouse is swarming with crazy hot bitches. Inside and out. Bitches with money. It appears they’re knockin’ each other off. Someone must be tryin’ to cut out a few shareholders. Kill off the competition, so to speak. You know, if we do this right, we can take ‘em all out, and their money will be ours. Yeah, come on up. And bring Jaime with you. Yeah, she knows too much already. We’ll just add her to the body pile. Maybe we can use her big tits as a shield if we have to shoot our way into the penthouse! Yeah, right, Ha, Ha! Okay. Hurry up! Bring your master key. And don’t tell anyone else. This will be our little secret.”
Cinnamon clicked off her walkie-talkie, and hooked it to the left side of the wide leather belt caressing her shapely hips. The hallway was quiet save for the music drifting out of the penthouse from underneath the door – the thumping beat matching the pounding of her heart as she surveyed her surroundings and drew a .38 Special. Cinnamon was confident, yet careful. Someone was killing these penthouse bitches. She didn’t know who. She vowed to be a killer, not another victim.
At 5’ 11” tall and 128 lbs., the gorgeous 25-year-old blonde was an imposing and charismatic figure. An ex-dancer and fitness model, her beauty and athleticism served her well as a member of the hotel security staff. She was attired as always in her signature black outfit: tight black leather miniskirt, shimmering black silk blouse, black satin bra and G-string, stretch lace garter belt, sheer seamed stockings, black spike-heeled pumps, and plenty of neon-red lip gloss.
Cinnamon moved with feline grace as she surveyed the hallway carnage. The glossy leather mini and shiny silk blouse clung to her tight 38-22-38 body like a second skin, stretching over her round ass and big, firm tits. Creamy white breast meat swelled upward, almost bursting from the deep v-neck of the button-front, black silk blouse that clutched her gorgeous tits in an erotic embrace. Curvaceous, skyscraper legs poured from the mini’s thigh-high hemline and into a pair of black 4” stiletto-heeled pumps. Gorgeous honey-blonde hair fell in long wavy layers, cascading across her forehead, falling past her rosy cheeks, draping over her athletic shoulders, flowing down her back, swinging and swaying as she walked.
With gun in hand, the beautiful green-eyed blonde moved from body to body, checking for signs of life, trying to see the pattern, to figure out the scenario. It didn’t make sense. Who killed who? Where was the killer? What the hell was going on?
Cinnamon stood in front of the utility closet. Gazing at the busty Asian girl who hung from a hook on the back of the closet door, plastic bag over her head, voluptuous body swinging back and forth, red lycra miniskirt pushed above her sweet sex, red lycra halter top wrapped around her throat. Cinnamon reached forward with her gun hand, pushing the barrel of her .38 into the dead girl’s firm tit meat. Poking, prodding. Sliding the barrel between those luscious big naturals. The Asian girl was stacked. Really stacked. She was a hot one. Too bad she was dead.
Yeah, too fucking bad.
Cinnamon moved her hands up and down the cooling and curvaceous corpse. Admiring the spectacular body dangling from the door. Stroking the dead girl’s calves and thighs. Squeezing her big tits. Sliding the shiny gold bracelets off her slender arms. Jerking the rhinestone navel pendant from her tight belly. Pulling the red platform sandals from her pretty feet.
Cinnamon licked her red lips and smiled as she unfastened the Asian girl’s shiny ankle bracelets, and held them up to the light. 24 karat gold. Perfect. Just perfect. Cinnamon leaned forward, bending at the waist, golden blonde hair spilling around her head, falling almost to the floor. She ran both hands slowly down the backs of her silky smooth stocking-sheathed legs, sliding from toned thigh to shapely calf to slender ankle. The black leather miniskirt rose high on her thighs as she leaned over, the soft leather stretching tightly across round, firm buns as she did a straight-legged toe-touch, and fastened the gold anklets above her own black stiletto heels. Perfect. Just perfect.
“Looks better on me than you, bitch!” muttered Cinnamon as she straightened up, turning her black pumps from side to side, admiring the gleaming gold anklets now encircling her own slender ankles, and the glistening gold bracelets now adorning her arms.
Spinning on her spike heels, the statuesque blonde moved to the broken window. Stepping over shards of glass, she peered into the darkness. Wind whistled through her long, thick hair as she leaned forward.
“Shit, that’s a long way down! I can’t see a thing. Whoever went out the window must be flat as a pancake now! What a way to go! Life sure is a bitch!”
Cinnamon’s stiletto heels crunched on broken glass as she turned back, her eyes moving around the hallway. She looked down at the clothes and jewelry scattered about. “Expensive stuff”, thought the puzzled blonde as she glanced at each erotic item - shiny stretch satin and lace micro-miniskirt, matching black satin and lace bustier, tall black ankle-strap spike heels, lycra mesh thigh-high stockings. And a pile of diamond jewelry.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”, thought Cinnamon, as she knelt down to retrieve a glistening choker necklace, matching chandelier earrings, and shiny navel pendant.
As she walked toward the penthouse door, her tight ass rolled and wiggled seductively with each long stride, and her big tits bounced and jiggled as her black pumps clicked across the floor. The glamorous blonde fastened the diamond necklace around her throat, and replaced her own simple gold hoop earrings with the dangling diamonds. Cinnamon gazed at the sparkling navel pendant, rolling it between her fingers, holding it up to the light, imagining the girl who must have been wearing it.
“Diamonds. All diamonds! Thanks, babe, whoever you were! You must have had lots of money, or a rich sugar daddy. I’ll take good care of your stuff! Ha! Ha! Shit, there’s blood all over this thing! And a piece of skin hangin’ off! Someone must have ripped it right off your tummy! That must have hurt! Too bad. Yeah, right. Too fucking bad!
Cinnamon stopped again near the front door, lowering the .38 as she checked out the three bodies nearby. The blonde. The brunette. And the chef.
“Wonder who wasted these three? Must be a real nutcase on the loose. I better be super careful. Then again, maybe they just whacked each other. Yeah. Maybe the bitch who fell out the window wasted the rest of ‘em first! That’s probably it. They just whacked each other. Yeah, that’s it. Holy shit, more jewelry! More diamonds! Look at all this stuff! I’m really strikin’ it rich tonight!”
Cinnamon straddled the voluptuous blonde, then the curvaceous brunette as she gathered another handful of diamond necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and rings from the two cooling corpses. Stepping across the prone body of the chef, she leaned against the penthouse door, pressing her ear against the thick wood, reaching for the doorknob, twisting, turning. Locked. The door was locked. Have to wait for Gabriella.
Still straddling the body of the fallen chef, Cinnamon checked her watch. Gabriella and Jaime should be here soon. Yeah, be patient. They’ll be here soon. Very soon. The tall blonde security guard leaned back against the door, standing over the prone male body, shapely legs positioned on either side. She slowly stroked her left hand through her thick blonde hair as she took a moment to apply another coat of wet red gloss to her full, lush lips. Cupping her cantaloupe-sized tits, Cinnamon lifted her swelling breasts, repositioning them inside the tight confines of her shiny black silk blouse. Her fingers drifted across her black leather skirt, stroking the round curve of her ass, moving from back to front, lifting the hem, adjusting her sexy stockings and garters, smoothing and straightening her tight mini, while she waited patiently for the elevator to arrive. Glancing down, she noticed the chef. And his “package”. She lifted her right foot, and began sliding her black stiletto heeled pump back and forth across his crotch, slowly rubbing the spike heel against the massive bulge that appeared to be getting larger.
“Wonder what’s keepin’ the dead guy so hard? How long has he been layin’ here anyway? Looks like his cock’s getting bigger! Yeah, right! Must be wishful thinking. Maybe it’s an optical illusion! Ha! Ha! God, he does seem pretty big, though. This is crazy! I’m rubbing my high heels all over a dead guy’s dick! Wonder how big he really is? Damn, I gotta check this out!”
Cinnamon knelt down over the prone male body, glancing furtively, giggling nervously, gazing at his swelling crotch as she contemplated the unthinkable. As she sat back on her tall stiletto heels, the black leather mini slid high up her luscious thighs, exposing her lace stocking tops and the black G-string that barely covered her neatly-trimmed pussy. Honey-blonde hair spilled across her shoulders, draping in front of her succulent 38DD tits as she stretched out her slender arms and reached toward the hidden treat that beckoned her onward. Cinnamon giggled again, licking her ruby red lips and smiling broadly as her shiny red-coated fingernails caressed his muscular thighs, sliding to his crotch, squeezing and caressing the massive bulge straining at the front of his white pants. Flicking at the zipper, pulling down slowly, reaching inside, squeezing, stroking, squeezing, stroking, squeezing, stroking, squeezing, stroking, squeezing, stroking.
“Jeez, what a nice, big handful! He really is huge! Still nice and warm too! Pretty amazing! You learn something new every day! Sorry my big Italian stallion. You’re gonna have to wait awhile. I’ve got work to do. I’ll finish my little experiment later. Maybe I’ll suck your cock when I come back! It’s my specialty, in case you didn’t know! Wanna see my beautiful big titties? Would you like that? Yeah, right! Like you really give a shit at this point! Hmmmm, I wonder if you can cum after you’re dead?”
As Cinnamon contemplated one of life’s burning questions, she felt something. Something on her leg. Something. Or someone. A sensation. A touch. A touch that chilled her to the bone. Hands. And fingers. Crawling along her sheer stockings. Working their way up her shapely legs. Stroking her muscular calves and thighs. Drifting across the back of her leather mini. Squeezing her deliciously round buns. Caressing the soft and shiny black silk blouse. Reaching into her deep cleavage. Cupping her large, firm breasts. Pinching her hard nipples. Sliding across her shoulders. Disappearing into her thick blonde hair. Caressing her long diamond earrings and glistening diamond choker necklace. Gripping her neck. Squeezing her deliciously slender throat. Tighter. And tighter. And tighter.
And a voice. Someone talking. Talking to her.
“Thanks, babe. The foot job was real nice. I enjoyed lookin’ up your skirt while you used your high heels on my cock. Love your stockings. And that little black G-string. You’ve got beautiful legs, baby. Just beautiful. And thanks for the handjob too. You got me nice and hard. You’re good, baby. Real good. Now it’s time for us to finish your little experiment. Let’s find out if you can cum after you’re dead”.
“What? What the fuck! I thought…I thought you were…! Oh, my Gauuhhhdddd! Nooooo! Nooooooo! Nooooooooo! Noooooaaauuuggggghhhhhh!”
As Cinnamon began to squirm and squeal, the struggle began in earnest. Picking up steam. Fierce. Furious. She pulled against him. Jerking her arms back. Tugging desperately at his hands. Twisting. Turning. Pushing. Pulling. Thrashing. Flailing. Kicking. She tried to scream, but the strong right hand around her throat kept her silent. She swung her gun hand in a tight circle, desperately trying to get off a point blank shot, but the dark stranger snagged her wrist, gripping, twisting, forcing her arm back. The tall blonde Amazon grimaced with pain, yelping as the stranger bent her wrist to an impossible angle, forcing her to release her grip on the gun.
As Cinnamon squealed, gurgled and thrashed, the stranger took control, pulling her down on top of him, hooking his left foot between her curvy legs, sliding his right leg over the back of her tight leather mini. Gripping her left wrist with one hand and her throat with the other, he pulled her writhing body across his, until they were face-to-face. She felt his hot breath on her neck. He leaned close, breathing in the scent of her sweet perfume. Golden-blonde hair engulfed him as their lips met, and he plunged his tongue into her sensuous mouth. For a split second, she relaxed, moaning softly as he French-kissed her, working his tongue around and around, rubbing his feet up and down the backs of her stocking-clad legs and over the round curve of her inviting leather-clad ass, cupping and squeezing her luscious breasts, gripping and pulling her long, blonde hair. Pulling. And pulling. And pulling. Forcing her head down, down, down. Holding her face over his bulging crotch. Pushing her head down as he thrust his hips upward. Plunging his cock past her ruby lips, into her warm, wet mouth, deep down into her slender throat.
As her eyes went wide and she began to buck and roll, the stranger held on tight, his massive manhood trapped in her strangled throat. Cinnamon’s long legs began to kick wildly, the pointy toes of her shiny stiletto pumps tapping out a staccato rhythm on the floor as her shapely legs twitched and jerked. She clawed at him with her free hand, scraping her red fingernails along his chest and shoulders, her body thrashing and flailing, luscious tits swinging and swaying, straining forward inside the snug silk blouse, hard nipples clearly visible as her fabulous breasts stretched out the soft black silk.
Seconds turned to minutes as the dark stranger continued holding tight and thrusting deep. Lifting her up by the hair, he worked her head up and down, rhythmically pumping his cock in and out of her slender throat. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. Over and over. On and on and on. Holding her tight. Bouncing her head up and down on his delicious dick. Deep throating the luscious blond while she gurgled, choked and strangled on his long, thick tool.
Cinnamon’s head bobbed up and down, eyes bulging, blonde hair flying, gurgles and grunts pouring out of her pretty mouth as the dark stranger filled her throat with his massive manhood. He slid his cock into her throat one last time and held fast. She bucked and rolled, flopping like a fish out of water. He could feel it now. Yes, he was going to cum. Yeah, oh yeah! Now. Right now. As Cinnamon twitched, jerked, gurgled, and thrashed, the dark stranger erupted, sending a tidal wave of hot cum into her throat. Wet gurgles echoed down the hallway as her strangled throat filled to overflowing. Cinnamon’s green eyes suddenly rolled back and her voluptuous body went limp. Rivulets of cum oozed from the corners of her mouth, dripping over her neon-red lips, and down across her chin.
Gazing past the shiny diamond chandelier earrings that dangled from Cinnamon’s ears, the stranger cast his eyes down across her athletic shoulders, trim waist, and round buns, admiring the ocean of blonde hair that spread out in all directions, the shiny black silk blouse that hugged her slender torso, the glossy leather miniskirt that stretched over her curvaceous butt-cleavage, and the long, shapely, stocking-clad legs that stretched out behind her, ending in a pair of upturned black spike heels. He ogled her long, shapely legs as he stroked his fingertips down the backs of her thighs and calves from hamstring to heel, tracing the seams of her stockings with his fingertips. He squeezed her calves, and stroked her stiletto heels before unfastening the 24-carat gold bracelets surrounding each ankle, and sliding the black pumps off her pretty feet.
Pressing his hands into the soft leather of the glossy black mini that tightly encased the dead blonde’s still-warm and appetizing ass, the stranger began to grip and squeeze her hard buns. Gripping. Squeezing. Gripping. Squeezing. Gripping. Squeezing. And squeezing. And squeezing. And squeezing. And squeezing. He moved his hands down to her sheer stockings, then back along her upper thighs, reaching underneath the short skirt to touch the naked skin of her tight and curvy ass.
He continued running his hands up and down Cinnamon’s shapely legs, stroking and massaging the athletic blonde’s muscular calves and thighs, caressing her sleek stockings, licking and biting her luscious long legs, dragging his tongue along her silky smooth thigh-highs from ankle to crotch, bending her legs back to play with her pretty feet, sucking on her bright red toenails through the fabric of her fashionable hosiery.
Spearing her pretty pink pussy with one of her 4” spike heels, he worked the stiletto in and out, round and round, rolling the heel over her swollen clit. Rolling it back and forth, up and down, back and forth, up and down, sliding spike heel in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.
“What’s the matter, baby? Not enjoying our little session? You’re not very responsive anymore. Maybe you should ask your doctor about your lack of desire. Maybe there’s a pill you can take. I’m sorry you’re not having any fun. I guess your little experiment didn’t work out so well after all. Looks like you can’t cum after you’re dead!”
Rolling Cinnamon on her back, the stranger gathered the jewelry she’d stolen from the other girls, piling it with the anklets he had just removed from her legs. Sliding his hands over her lifeless body, he unfastened the diamond choker necklace and diamond chandelier earrings. Cinnamon’s gorgeous breasts spilled from her satin bra as he tore open the front of her black silk blouse, exposing her towering tits for all to see. Pulling her legs apart, he slid the black satin G-string down to her ankles, pushed the leather mini high on her thighs, and swung her voluptuous body into his lap. Easing her down on his still-hard cock, the stranger slid deep, rolling his hips as he bounced her curvaceous body up and down on his delicious dick.
Leaning against the penthouse door, he rocked her limp body back and forth, up and down, round and round, gazing into her shimmering green eyes, enjoying the vacant stare on her beautiful face, the feel of her flowing golden hair in his hands, and the warmth and firmness of her succulent tits pressing against his chest. Using his forefinger, he wiped the oozing cum from her sensuous red lips, and pushed his finger into her pouty mouth, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. As he laid Cinnamon’s pretty blonde head on his left shoulder, the stranger plucked her .38 Special off the floor and cocked it.
Just as the elevator arrived.