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Unbridled Lust by Vile Kyle
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For Paula Birmingham Wednesday had been another grueling day in front of a class of employees explaining the Revised Corporate Benefits Package. With the merger with another smaller energy company; the new larger corporation had seen this as a chance to scale back the level of benefits that each employee received while touting it publically as an enhanced package. Needless to say; lots of employees saw through the smokescreen and were not happy about it. While making the presentations 6 days a week over the last 2 and half weeks at several sites across the country; she had gotten alot of pointed and sometimes angry questions about the changes. She had attempted to answer each question thoroughly and honestly herself or find out the answer and get back to the person who asked with the answer. Being the Corporate Human Resources Manager; she normally would not have been directly involved in this presenting this training but one of the training staff had just transferred to another department and hadn't yet been replaced and another one had to start pregnancy leave 2 months early because of complications. So with previous instructional experience; it fell on Paula to be a team player and pitch in to help during this crunch.
Having answered several questions after class and prepared the Day 2 material for tomorrow; It was already dark at 610 pm as she left the large conference room where the training was held and got on the elevator to go to her 3rd floor room. All she wanted to do was have a relaxing bath first and then maybe order a meal with a glass of wine from room sevice. She was thinking about skipping her usual 45 min on the treadmill in the exercise room for tonight. She reached her room and slipped the card key into the lock, turned the handle,pushed the door open and turned on the light. She placed her briefcase and purse on the couch and removed her black suit jacket and laid it across the back of the matching large chair. With a sigh of relief; Paula kicked off her black pumps. That made her feet feel so much better. Unbuttoning the waist band of her black knee length skirt; she let it fall around her feet and unbuttoned her dark plumb blouse and and let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor. She reached down and picked up both garments and placed them on the chair back for now. Moving to the nightstand ; she turned on the clock radio to the local smoothe jazz station she liked and adjusted the volume to where she would be able to hear it in the bathroom.
Walking into the bathroom in her stockinged feet; Paula took a couple of bath beads from her vanity case and started filling the bathtub. Reaching behind and unhooking her black lace bra, the shoulder straps slid down her arms as she let the C Cups fall from her breasts.Another sigh of relief came over her as they were no longer constrained. She placed her right foot on the edge of the tub and slowly rolled the black lace top thigh high stocking down her long shapely leg and then repeated the performance with the left leg. Paula smiled a little wry smile as she thought about that it was still a big turnon after 15 years of marriage for her husband to see her put on or remove nylon stockings or pantyhose. He was a leg man and always told her she had better legs than any of the Rockettes. Also her fourteen year old son appeared to be taking after his father because several times recently she had caught him smiling lustfully while staring at her nylon stockinged legs. The last time it occurred; She had asked him; "Do you like my legs"? Somewhat embarassed he had answered "Yes Mom; you have very beautiful legs. My friends and I agree that you have the most beautiful legs of any mother we've ever seen". She was a little shocked at his reply but secretly wondered what other parts of her body that a a group of teenage boys had discussed or even fantasized about. She continued to smile as she hooked her thumbs behind the waistband of her black lace french cup panties, slid them down over her shapely thighs allowed them to drop to the floor. She reached down and picked up the items she had taken off and hung the stockings across the shower curtain rod and placed the bra and panties in her mesh dirty clothes bag. Removing her watch, rings, cross necklace, and pierced earrings; she placed then on the shelf above the lavatory before closing the bathroom door far enough to where she could see herself in the full length mirror that was hung on the door.
Paula surveyed her now nude body in the mirror; her tan was nice and even thanks to the tanning bed room in her basement where she could lock the door and tan in the nude. Her abdomen was still flat; she jogged or used the treadmill regularly. She examined her breasts in the mirror, noting that they were still pretty firm for a 36 yr old that had breast fed 2 children. Her husband told her quite often as he sucked them how nice and firm her tits were. She smiled and felt her nipples harden at the thought of him. She also felt a moistness between her legs as she looked at her bush above her pussy It was was dark and thick but she kept the area beside the lips free of hair. Her husband David seemed to love eating her pussy almost as much as fucking it and was always telling her that she was one sexy piece of ass. Oh how she wanted and needed to be home with him, sharing a bed, making love. Just thinking about it made her so horny. She knew that it was less than a week before her period was to start and she tended to get really horny just a few days before menstruation began each time. It would be 2 more days before she got home to him and could have him inside her again. If her period hadn't started shortly after she got home; then a good fucking usually seemed to hasten it. If so; then she would just put a thick dark red towel under her and let David wade right in. He definitely didn't seem to be turned off by a little menstrual blood. The tub was ready and so she slid over the side and down into the water. The warm water felt so good.
She realized that thinking of her husband had aroused her and she needed a release. She needed to be loved. She needed sex. She needed to be fucked. But she would have take care of her needs herself until she got home. She slowly ran the index finger of her right hand down her abdomen, past her belly button and through her pubic bush and let it circle around her clitoris. She had a sudden intake of breath as she felt her juices flowing. Her pale red fingernail trailed along her pussy lips before she slid the fingertip inside. Moving it in and out and around carefully; she started to moan softly. Her long legs were shaking. Her nipples were now fully erect. It had been a long time since she had been that easily aroused while by herself . Then a most powerful orgasm hit her. She arched her back and neck against the tub and planted her feet firmly against the slanted bathtub wall as her whole body shuddered violently from the wave of pure ecstasy that hit her. It was an incredibly wonderful feeling. Her moaning became a muffled scream as she placed her left hand to her mouth. As the waves of ecstasy began to subside; Paula could feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. She felt so alive and at the same time so relaxed now. She thought again about her husband David. She Knew he was probably missing her as much as she was missing him. Last Sunday (on her only Off Day for the week); she had told David that she had a surprise for him. She knew Fourteen year old Zack and twelve year old Rachel were at an amusement park with their cousins so there would be no interruptions. She connected her personal laptop to the hispeed internet and instructed David to do the same with the home computer. David knew he was really in for a treat when Paula appeared in front of the webcam wearing only a short seethru black nightie with a black garter belt, sheer black stockings and black sandaled hi heel shoes. She proceeded to slowly and provacatively dance around the room to a smooth jazz number before removing the nightie and then sitting on the foot of the bed with her legs spread wide apart. She could see the bulge in David's pants and suggested to him "why don't you take em off for me". He proceeded to do so and release that big, hard cock that she loved so well. Then she asked him to do something else for her. She had never seen him masturbate more than a few strokes. There had been no need with her around. But now she wanted to see him masturbate until he came in front of the camera.
As he sat down on the foot of the bed; David's left hand encircled his hard cock as he began to jack off slowly but steadily while staring at Paula's pussy on the monitor. He cupped his balls in his right hand as he increased the tempo of his strokes. She watched his muscular legs flex open slightly and could tell he was close to cumming. Her pussy was getting very moist and tingly as she watched him pleasure himself and her. Her husband removed his right hand from his balls and placed it on his right thigh as he laid back on the bed and hollared "I'm cummmmin". He continued to pump as his cock erupted with globs of cum shooting all over his chest. She could hear and see his moans and groans of pleasure.
Suddenly; Paula's thoughts were jolted back to reality by a noise. It took her a moment to realize that it was the telephone. It probably was David or one of the kids; she thought; so she quickly jumped up from the tub, opened the bathroom door and ran to answer it without bothering to grab a towel. The nude woman was still several steps from the phone when it stopped ringing. Stopping abruptly herself; she sensed a presense behind her; close and coming closer. Something passed in front of her face and then was tight around her throat. She felt the nylon against her skin and knew that were was a stocking around her neck. Her assailant swung her around and she felt her body being doubled across the big chair in the room. His weight landed against her lower back and Paula felt a hard cock slide up her ass crack. Then she felt a sudden shove and excruciating pain and her back arched as his big cock rammed deep into her lovely ass tearing and creating a fissure in her rectum. Her attempt at a scream was cut off as he pulled the stocking tighter closing off her windpipe making it virtually impossible to breathe. Her assailant pulled back and rammed his big cock again into her as he arched her upper back away from the chair. He continued to poke her asshole as she clawed frantically at her throat, trying to somehow pull the stocking away, to ease the awful pressure. She then realized that it wasn't working; she had to try to hurt her attacker. Simultaneaously with both hands; she tried to claw at the assailant's hands behind her neck. But all her fingernails came in contact with were the gloves covering his hands and wrists. Her attacker just pulled the nylon stocking tighter. She then tried to kick the attacker. But in the position her body was in against the chair ; she could only manage short glancing blows with her naked heel which inflicted no significant pain to his lower legs. In desperation; her hands and fingers returned to her throat. When her assailant came in her ass; Paula's thoughts didn't hardly resister that it was happening. She was thinking "Oh God; please help me. O sweet Jesus; Please make him stop. It hurts so much. Please don't let him kill me. Why is this happening to me"? Her eyes were wide, they felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets and some of the blood vessels were starting to rupture. Her mouth was dry and seemed to be on fire with her swollen tongue protruding from between her puffy lips.
As he pulled his cock out of her ass; the assailant eased the pressure slightly on Paula's throat as he spun her around and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She was able to drag in a couple of breaths of fresh air as he came down on top of her. For a few moments he just stared into her eyes with a piercing stare of unbridled lust, hatred and death. She recognized this guy; she had seen him in the hotel bar last night and ironically he was also in the benefits class she had taught today. He had the same piercing stare in both places but had never said a word to her either time. She couldn't comprehend why he was doing this to her. Suddenly he forced her legs apart and rested his cock head on her pussy lips for a moment before driving it deep into her vagina. She could feel the walls of her vagina stretch as it went in. She arched her body, lifting him, twisting, trying to throw him off. But her hands were only concerned with her inability to breathe. She clawed at her throat, her nails digging bloody furrows in her flesh. The nylon was so deeply embedded in her throat. Her eyes were buldging and her tongue swelling. Her body twisted under him as he pumped her; grinding his pelvis against hers. She could feel his big cock moving in and out of her pussy but that was somehow irrelevant then. Her chest hurt, her heart pounded, the thundering filling her head. Her long legs came up and flailed in the air and then her heels returned to the floor and drummed against it and the bed.
But her body began to betray her; that need for a cock was too strong. Her arousal level had been so high when she left the tub. Her attacker had settled into a rhythm and she could feel her juices gushing. She saw the piercing animal lust in his eyes. Her body throbbed and tingled as he rammed into her pussy on each stroke. She felt the rising emotions, the shuddering and then a massive orgasm was washing over her. All the more arousing as she knew it would be her last orgasm, that very shortly now she would be dead. She had often fantasized about dying like this, being attacked like this and then being found, a nude, strangled, raped corpse. She had imagined her body lying in repose in a casket afterwards. She had even played dead, for her husband, several times while lying on the bed, couch or even once on the kitchen table. They had both been turned on by the role play. But she had never ever wanted or expected this to happen. There would be no modesty for her she knew; her nude ravished corpse would be stared at by all who entered the room; then slice and diced, poked and probed during an autopsy before being buried in a cold grave.
Paula felt him come inside of her; the hot jets bathing her cervix. Her hands now flapped weakly at her throat, her fingers were losing their control, her heels drummed weakly on the floor. All she wanted was air. Must have air. She arched up once more, her breasts crushed against his chest, her hard nipples slamming into him. Her vision had turned a brilliant red that was becoming pale. Her mind was full of whirling images, Her son, her daughter, Her husband......her husband.....her husband. "Oh David" she thought" How I wish I was with you safe in your arms, my darling". With that thought; her heart beat one last time and her earthly vision faded to black. Paula Birmingham's body was dead. But her soul and spirit were very much alive. A bright light was beckoning her toward it. Suddenly; there was no more pain and suffering. A figure dressed in white held out it's hand to take her's and said "Welcome, Paula, I've been expecting you. I need your lovely alto voice to sing in the heavenly choir". She immediately recognized the figure as the Lord Jesus Christ as soon as she touched his hand; her soul/spirit had a new heavenly body , clothed in a white gown, more beautiful than her earthly body had ever been. Paula Birmingham was in heaven.
In the hotel room Doyle Mintz had withdrawn from the dead pussy and was lying beside the corpse admiring his prize. The eyes were open wide buldged and fixed; the once beautiful brown eyes blood shot with all of the burst blood vessels. The face was discolored and swollen. The swollen tongue protruded from between puffy lips. Blood was drying in the furrows in the neck that Paula's own nails had dug. Doyle (known to everyone as LD) looked at the chest. It did not rise and fall. She was definitely dead. He had killed her.
LD thought back to the previous night. After checking in; he had went down to the hotel bar to have a drink. Shortly after he had gotten his drink and was sitting at a little corner table; she walked in. He immediately knew she was his kind of woman; tall with legs that seemed to go on forever, dark haired. She was wearing a black short cocktail dress, black stockings and black pump hi heels. He watched her sit down at the bar and order a drink. He was staring intently at her as she swiveled around on the bar stool to have a look at the room. He got to see plenty of nylon stockinged leg and had a brief look up her dress before she turned back around to the bar. She was so beautiful the he decided that "he would eat the peanuts out of her shit" as his uncle used to say. LD knew then he had to have her but he also knew she never go for him. He stared at her back while she finished her drink and got up to leave. He got up also and got on the elevator when she did along with several other people. When it reached the 3rd floor; the woman got off and so did LD. When she reached room 321 and started to open her door; he walked on past with his key card in his hand as if he was on one of the other halls and kept going until he could take the stairs up to his 4th floor room.
Once in his room; LD began to think about how it would be to screw a body like that. To have her longs legs wrapped around him as he was pumping her full. To have her pale red lips sucking his cock. But he knew that in order to have this woman he'd have to rape her; then he would have to kill her too. Didn't want any chance that she could ID him. He went out on the freezing cold balcony and looked down to the3rd floor below. He knew which balcony was hers because she was 2 rooms over from the elevator shaft. He could climb down and over easily with his climbing ability. At this time of year nonone would be out on their balcony at night. But how would he get in. He looked at the lock on the sliding glass door; there was no burgular proof bar anywhere on the door. He thought about the lock. Might could force the door open with a screw driver but he couldn't be sure. But then a real plan developed. He had seen one of those circular glass cutters before. If he had one of those. He went out to the hardware store and bought the best one they had, picked up a short piece of nylon cord and then stopped by the wALMART and bought a pair of thin black latex gloves, black sweatshirt and pants, black socks, and a black toboggan that would cover his face except for the eyes,nose and mouth. Now all he needed was a little luck tomorrow night.
He slept well that night and showed up at 825 for the 830 Revised Corporate Benefits Class. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the woman at the podium. It was her. He stared at her throughout the day lusting at her sexy body. Those legs that seemed to stretch forever, her pale red lips and fingernails, her beautiful dark brown eyes with even darker eyebrows and lashes. He fantasized throughout the day about how he was going to rape and kill her. His cockbecame almost painfully hard in his pants.
When class ended just before 530pm; he hurried up to his room, dressed in the clothes he had bought, grabbed the glass cutter and climbed down to the balcony of room 321. A dim nightlight was on so he was oK so far. He attempted to open the door but it was locked so be began to cut the glass near the lock. It worked like a charm and he was soon inside the room and closed the door and curtain. He turned on the light and saw a suitcase in the corner on a stand. Opening it; his eyes were fixed on a pair of suntan thigh high stockings lying on top. Picking them up; LD stuffed one in his pocket and stretched one in his hand. He now had his weapon. It was better than the nylon cord he planned to use. He looked in the bathroom before returning to the bedroom and opening the closet. It was empty on one side with a clothes bar with several suits, dresses, blouses and a heavy coat on the other side. He checked the louvered door for noise. No noise! Good! He stripped except for the thin black latex gloves and his shoes and socks, left his things in the closet, checked the room again; turned out the light and slowly and carefully made his way to the closet and closed the door with the stocking in hand and waited. Surely she would be along in a little while now that class was over.
His thoughts came back to the present. He had actually done it; He had raped her; he had killed her but he wasn't ready to leave just yet. She was like a lifesize doll lying there on the bed just waiting to be played with. He placed his hand on her dark sticky bush and began to rub and pat it. As he did so; suddenly Paula's corpse's bladder dumped it's contents onto the bed. He watched as her death piss changed from a steady yellow stream to a slow trickle that ran into the crack of her ass. Once the bladder had emptied; he wiped his fingers across the now pissy pussy, place them to his nose and then licked them with his mouth. Seeing the dead body pee was a real turnon to him. He always liked to see his now ex-wife pee and then wipe herself. But she wouldn't allow it most of the time.
He ran his fingers over the legs he had lusted after. That was what had attracted him to the woman at the start. They were so long and shapely and smooth and tan. The thighs, knees, calves, ankles and feet were just perfect. He had to see them in stockings again so he went to the bathroom and retrieved the nylons that Paula had removed prior to her bath and slowly and carefully put them on before retrieving the black pumps and putting them on. Ah so nice!
Momentarily; his attention turned to the dead woman's breasts. The were quite nice and firm. He leaned over and began to suck on the swollen nipple of the right breast while squeezing the dead titty with his hand. Oh that was so good. His teeth began to bite softly into the nipple; and then the areola and the breast tissue itself before doing the same to the left breast.
His arousal had caused his cock to recover and become erect again. Seeing the dead woman lying there with nylons and heels on was just too sexy to not take advantage of. He rolled the corpse over on it's stomach and rammed his hard cock up the ass again. This was how it started he thought. The asshole was well lubed from its previous encounter and he slid in easily and pounded hard several times before withdrawing. There was one orifice he hadn't sampled yet and he didn't want to neglect that one. He rolled the corpse over on it's back again and opened the mouth and pushed the swollen protruded tongue in. He straddled the head and slid his sticky cock into the mouth and against the throat. Pressing hard against the throat; he felt his cock stretching it until it slid all the way in. He couldn't resist pumping a few times and watching the throat bulge each time his cock went in from the 69 position.
LD knew his 22 yr old body probably only had one more really good cum in it tonight and he wanted to deposit it in the corpse's pussy. He withdrew from the mouth and got down on the floor between the stockinged legs. His body tingled as he ran his hands up both sexy legs and inserted his right index into the sticky pussy and felt around inside. Wouldn't any of the live ones let you check them out like this. It was time for a final fuck. LD positioned the corpse so that it was spreadeagled on the bed with the head on one of the pillows before mounting it and thrusting his revived cock deep into the sticky hole and screwing it hard and fast. He could feel he was close to cumming; so he thrust hard and deep as his cock erupted one final time inside the pussy of his prize; his lifesize doll. He let it soak inside savoring the moment until his cock started to go soft and then withdrew. Taking and having the woman's body had been everything he had hoped for; the ultimate sexual experience of his life so far.
Now he had to get things arrranged before he left. Grasping the corpse by the heels; he pulled it back down the bed until the lower legs up to the knees were off the bed with the heels touching the floor. He spread the legs as widely as possible fully exposing the abused pussy. Grasping the corpse by the hair and lifting the head and back; he placed pillows from the bed and couch underneath the the upper back, neck and head so that the woman's body appeared to be staring at whoever rounded the corner to come toward the bed. He spread the arms out fully on each side of the body with the fingers open. He stepped back to have a look. Perfect; he thought!
LD entered the closet and redressed and then went into the bathroom. He picked up the watch, rings, cross-necklace and pierced earrings and placed them in his pockets. He spotted the mesh dirty clothes bag; opened it and placed the black lace panties to his nose and inhaled deeply the scent before placing them in his pocket. Returning to the bedroom; he picked up the cordovan Aigner hand bag; removed a smaller purse from it and began to look through it. He pocketed the fourty seven dollars in cash and then the VISA card and AMEX corporate card while leaving the loose change and several department store and gas cards. He looked at the pictures in that section of the wallet. One was of the dead woman smiling proudly in the embrace of a tall, black haired man . Then separate school pictures of a boy and a girl who appeared to be in their early teens. Must be her husband and children he thought. Their loss had been his gain.
He looked around the room. The smoothe jazz station had been playing the whole time. He flipped the switch to turn off the radio and noted that the time was 958 pm. He noticed the Message Light blinking on the telephone. Probably from the call earlier; he surmised. How time flies when you're having fun; he thought. He placed the black toboggan back over his head; gathered his glass cutter and slipped out the sliding glass door pulling it closed behind him as he left, check to see that no one was out on the balconies and climbed back up to his floor and back into his room.
At 1002pm the telephone in room 321 began to ring again. After the allotted 8 rings; the call went to the answering machine. It was Paula Birmingham's husband David. His message was that he was just checking in; she must still be out so he loved her and would talk to her tomorrow. He noted that the earlier call had been from Rachel. She had just wanted her mom to know that she had scored 18 points at the basketball game after school.
But Paula would never hear those messages. Her ravished body lay cooling and stiffening on the bed. On Thursday morning LD arose from his bed; got ready and entered the conference room at about 0815am. It would be interesting to see what would happen this morning he thought as he looked around. At 0820; the local training coordinator Tom Parker was becoming concerning. Paula Birmingham still hadn't arrived yet. It was getting close to the 0830 start time. She had been there by 0800 every other morning getting ready and answering questions. He decided to call her room but there was no answer. He waited another couple of minutes and then went to the desk; and explained the situation to the hotel's assistant manager. With a master key card in hand; they arrived outside room 321 and knocked loudly and called her name but there was no response. Opening the door; they burst in still calling her name. Nothing could have prepared them for the scene they witnessed as they turned the corner toward the bed. Both stopped short at the sight of Paula's spreadeagled corpse lying there staring straight at them. The assistant manager immediately called 911 on his cell phone and said "don't touch anything" . Tom Parker just momentarily froze there staring at the almost nude woman on the bed that he had worked with the last 3 days. There was nothing he could do to help her now.
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Posted on : Oct 27, 2018
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