A Contract on Aunt Doris Part 1 The Job
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She was quite dead.
In fact, she had been dead for some time. I had just finished fucking her for the second time this evening.
The first time she had been very much alive. Well, for most of it.
Her husband David was nearby, hanging from the rafters on the end of a noose, tied with stout rope from the garage. The rope appeared to have been out there for some time by the look and feel of it.
Hemp, I think.
David, too, was now quite dead.
I had been watching their vacation house for two days after hiking in from over ten miles away.
It was a secluded log cabin in the Cascades with no one around for miles. He and his wife had retreated there just before I killed his Aunt Doris. .
An alibi, perhaps.
As I watched him swing gently, my mind went back to earlier in the evening, when I had taken them both by surprise individually and incapacitated them, and the events leading up to where I was now; a friends wife dead, freshly fucked and strangled. My friend is hanging from the ceiling.
David had hired me to eliminate his Aunt Doris and make it look like a robbery gone wrong.
He was going to inherit quite a bit from her, and I was going to walk away with a nice payday myself.
Unfortunately there were complications that raised some red flags.
During one of my final looks at the home of Doris I noticed a new security system had been installed that wasn't there when I made my first reconnaissance of the house.
I noted the sticker on the box and called the company.
Pretending to be David and explaining that I was having difficulty arming the devices, I learned the details of the system the company installed.
David had ordered it, just weeks before I was to be entering her house.
He had neglected to tell me that security cameras were going up outside and inside the house.
In fact, he had insisted that she had no such security.
I was being set up.
The night I entered the house and strangled Doris I had disabled the system and shut down the internal camera for good measure. There was no record of my presence there.
But David didn’t know that.
Finding David gone after the murder, I searched his house. There I found the written plan on his computer, including the part where he and his wife “discover” the surveillance tape and report me to the authorities.
After scrubbing David’s house of evidence attached to the Doris murder, I went looking for him and his wife.
It took two days to find their vacation house.
David went down first on the path outside the side door. A blackjack to the head and he was out. If there was a bruise from the lead-filled leather bag it was under his hairline and would never be found. After tying and gagging him I went to find the missus.
She was sitting in a chair reading and never heard me softly coming up behind her.
“David?” she said softly.
I swung the blackjack down across the back of her head.
When she woke she was nude, gagged and tied securely to a leather swivel chair near the fireplace.
David was out cold nearby, gagged and tied securely under one of the massive beams that went across the ceiling of the cabin, a noose of sturdy old hemp rope tied around his neck.
I had fed both of them a good amount of rum with a little THC for good measure.
“Hi Marie.”
I was standing between her legs, nude except for my black gloves, my erection fat and filling the condom I was wearing.
“Just so you know why I’m here, the two of you tired to fuck me over and send me to jail for life and you failed. You know I can’t let that go.”
She began to struggle against the ropes, her large breasts rolling with the motion, her eyes wide with fear.
“Marie, I’m going to fuck you for a while. When I get tired of you, I’m going to strangle you dead.
So, the longer you make me happy the longer you live. Understand?”
More struggling, some frantic muffled vocalizing from under the gag.
“Let's get started OK?”
I slathered some KY Jelly on her cunt (they would find the same lube on David) and inserted a finger into her shaved snatch.
More groaning and her head whipped from side to side, her blonde hair flying.
I slipped the head of my cock into her pussy, and watched it nose past her lips. There was a long low moan from under the gag as I began stroking her cunt. She turned her head away and arched her back trying to rise and loosen the ropes, attempting to scream.
I grabbed her head and pulled it down, forcing her to look at my thick cock sliding in and out or her slit.
“Play nice, or you’ll die. Now doesn't that look good?”
I released her head and watched her nod in agreement. She continued to watch my large dick slide in and out of her pussy.
Maybe she actually believed she would live through the night.
I took her large tits in my gloved hands and squeezed them as I fucked her, the dark nipples now hard.
“There we go, this isn't so bad is it Marie? Aunt Doris loved my cock in her too. The old lady came while I was fucking her. Then I killed her.”
She moaned again, her big brown eyes looking at me pleadingly. She began to move her pelvis in little circles, pushing against my fat cock. She arched her back, thrusting her big tits towards me and groaned when I took them in my hands, pinching the nipples.
“Yeah, you like that hmmm babe?”
She nodded her head.
I slowed the pace, pulling my dick out until only the fat head was left inside her, then slowly sliding it back into her, pulling and pinching her nipples.
“You didn’t know about David trying to set me up, did you baby?” I cooed to her, stroking her hair.
Her eyes met mine and she shook her head vigorously.
“Goodbye Marie, you little fucking liar.”
I put my gloved hands around her neck and squeezed, digging in and shutting off her air.
I pulled the gag out and Marie's mouth popped open as she rasped, gasping for air that was not coming, her little tongue darting in and out of her lips.
I thrust my cock deep into her as I throttled her neck with both hands, watching her body tense like she was being jolted with electricity.
A minute went by; she was still struggling, heaving against the ropes, her pussy gripping my dick inside her as I choked her. Hypoxia was setting in and her brain, starved of oxygen, began to struggle to make sense of what was happening.
After a few minutes of me stroking her cunt and strangling her she began to whimper and lift her pelvis to meet my thrusts. Maybe she was halucinating fucking her husband, or maybe getting strangled was triggering some submissive impulse buried deep inside her, or maybe it was a defense mechanism.
I kept pounding her cunt, and tightening my grip on her neck.
Her eyes were bulging, wide and staring, her mouth was open but no sound was coming out, her body stiffened.
Then, her pussy began a series of contractions, squeezing my cock tight as she began to orgasm in this dream-like state of hypoxia.
I tightened my grip, determined to send her off while she was cumming. Her body stiffened and began a series of convulsions, violent at first, then slowing and smaller.
Tiny twitches that traveled down her legs, her tits jiggling with each one, her mouth open, moving silently, saliva drooling down onto her chest.
The last shudders of life were her pussy squeezing my cock, then she was still, her eyes were open and staring at the wall.
I took my hands off her neck and continued fucking her lifeless body now limp on the chair, flopping like a ragdoll.
I shot my load inside her cunt in a series of intense pulses as I gripped her tits in my gloved hands.
I pulled out my cock and carefully removed the condom, full of my thick load, and bagged it in a ziplock.
I turned the chair so Marie and her swollen pussy faced David. When he woke he could take in the consequences of his actions.
His wife, fucked and strangled.
When he came to I was dressed and he was being pulled to his feet by the rope around his neck.
He was soon on his toes as the rope over the ceiling beam and down to my hands was tightening. Another pull and he was a foot in the air, where his feet reached for and found the chair I had placed near him.
As his feet unsteadily found the chair I continued to pull him higher.
Soon he was standing on the chair, the rope tight around his neck. Still gagged and his hands bound behind his back, he began to fully come to his senses.
When he saw his wife dead in her chair he became incensed, and he made a move to step off the chair, but the rope around his neck reminded him of his situation. He became still, balanced on the chair, breathing heavily, eyes full of rage.
“David, I am very disappointed in you. Not only did you try to send me to prison, you included your lovely wife in the scheme. Now look at what you did.”
Muffled screaming from under the gag.
“David, the police will conclude that you strangled your lovely wife to death during rough bondage sex, and then distraught, you took your own life. Everyone will understand how losing your dear Aunt and your wife in a few weeks was just too much. Your semen will be recovered from her body. Your suicide will be apparent. I want you to know that your wife died just like your Aunt Doris. Having an orgasm while I fucked her.”
Muffled screaming from David.
“It’s been hours since I fucked her. I’m getting a hard-on seeing her tied like that. So beautiful. She is beautiful, hmm David? Or was, I should say.”
I pulled off my jeans so he could see my hard on. I slipped a condom on and turned the swivel chair a bit so David had a clear view of his wife’s nude body. began rubbing the head of cock in her pussy.
“Have you ever fucked a dead woman David? It’s a very satisfying sensation...so still...so compliant.”
I pushed my cock into his dead wife's pussy.
Muffled vocalizing and noises from David as he watched me screw the body of his blonde wife. She bounced like a rag doll as I pounded her one last time.
“Your wife has such a tight pussy. Even after a having a child. You have a daughter in college, isn't that right, David? I think I'll visit her next. She's gorgeous. We're friends on Facebook. Well, not me personally. A Freshman named Cal. Don't worry David, I'll say hello for you when I see her."
David screamed under the gag, straining against the rope. The chair tipped precariously.
“Yes David, I’m going to go see that sexy little blonde daughter of yours. And she’s going to end up like your wife here. Dead, with my cock in her.”
More squirming, the chair tipping a bit.
“Careful David. I don’t want you to miss the show.”
As he watched, rasping and chocking from his vantage point on the chair, I finished fucking his wife, cumming inside her with a few spasms and withdrawing my thick cock
“Well, I have a lot of work to do before I leave. If only you would have just paid me the money, hmmm?”
“Goodbye David.”
I kicked the chair away and David dropped into the noose and began a few minutes of futile kicking.
While he was hanging I walked over to Marie and casually began stroking the tits of his dead wife, a bit more for him to look at while he died.
After about five minutes it was over, and Davis was gently swinging from the end of the rope.
Just a few details left, some planting of evidence and staging the scene of David’s suicide.
I untied his hands, removed the gag and left a used condom I found in their bedroom trash bin near her chair. I did a final walk-through of the tragic scene, and left through a side door, locking it behind me.
It was a long hike out, but worth it. Sometimes you need a little time away and fresh air to clear your head.
I wouldn’t get paid for the Doris job now, but the get-away cash I had found in the cabin, about twenty grand, would suffice. -->
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