This is a work of fiction. All characters and situations are fantasy. The author does not condone the acts described.
As I jogged past the driveway I saw her under the large attached carport, struggling with the recycle bin.
“Let me help with that,” I said in my helpful Midwest tone.
She turned to me with a slightly exasperated look on her face - her silver hair cut in a long pageboy, blue eyes, full lips, high cheekbones with the sprinkle of wrinkles and lines showing her age.
She was wearing a grey sweatshirt that could barely contain the big tits swaying underneath the cotton material. I saw a hard nipple pushing against the fabric.
“Thank you”, she gasped, a little out of breath. “No one in this fucking neighborhood will lift a finger for anyone.”
I wasn't surprised to hear this, the house was at the end of the dead end.
Her neighbors were snowbirds, large empty driveways where their RVs stood all summer until they fled South.
“Happy to help” I said, as I took a quick glance around the attached carport.
It was filled with a jumble of garden tools, bins, sacks of potting soil, and a large white GMC truck with green mold growing on its hood.
“Nice truck,” I said, buying a little more time.
“Make an offer”, she said. “My late husband stuck me with the god-damn thing.”
She walked to the tarp covering it and I got a look at the rest of her - not a bad ass for sixty-five under those pajama bottoms, a few pounds on her frame but she carried it well; she had been athletic until recently I guessed.
I could smell the whisky on her. She turned to face me, running a slim hand through her silver hair. I was feigning interest in the truck and caught a glimpse of her looking at the crotch of my running pants.
“Checking out my package, Doris? “ I thought to myself. “You’re not the old bitch your Nephew thinks you are.”
“No thanks”, I replied, smiling at the truck. “Looks like a real project.”
I was putting my gloves on and heading for the street.
“Thanks for the help.” she said as I jogged down the sidewalk. I waved in reply.
She had no idea I was sizing up her and her house for a job.
Her Nephew had hired me.
Two weeks ago I was sitting outside of a Starbucks with my college buddy David. He looked like shit. He wanted to meet to discuss a business offer.
His pitch was simple.
His Aunt was coming into a lot of money from her father. Her husband was dead and she had just kicked her fiance to the curb. “Lucky her,” I said. “She’s gonna be rich.”
“That's just it”, he said. “She's a shitshow. She’s a drunk, she’s mean. She’s alienated the whole family. Her husband fell down the basement stairs drunk two years ago. At least that's what she said. I think she killed him”.
His tone changed.
“Remember that van trip we took our Junior year. Remember the girl we picked up?”
How could I forget?
It's what started my whole obsession.
Outside of Billings rest stop we picked the girl up. She was brunette, stacked and wearing ripped jeans and flip flops.
At our campfire she joked about fucking us both, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. She was manipulating the both of us, and she was good. She made sure we both got looks at her big tits when she changed, and put her hands on us now and then, a hand on a shoulder, quick rub of the back.
Keep the boys in line.
That night we interrupted her emptying out her backpack. It was filled with drugs.
Heroin, needles, pills, baggies of what looked like coke, the works.
“You're done. I said. “We’re not going down the road with a van full of drugs. “
She laughed, telling us that one phone call to the local cops and we’d be arrested for rape.
Then, she added, her boss would have us killed in jail for interrupting his deals.
“You two are driving me wherever I want, or you’re dead.”
Later that night as she nodded off inside the van I slipped in the door and wrapped a length of clothesline around her neck.
She woke up swinging, but I was behind her, my legs intertwined with hers, holding her down.
She wasted precious time trying to get her fingers under the rope.
After a minute of attempting to reach behind and grab or hit me, her movements began to get weaker. Her chest was heaving as she struggled for air, her big tits rising and falling.
Eventually her struggling faded, her brain, starved of oxygen, was shutting down.
Little spasms traveled through her body, tiny jerks. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish laying out of the water, struggling. Her back arched one final time, then she fell back heavily.
I tightened the rope and watched her body convulse. Three minutes passed, then four.
Releasing the rope I rolled her off of me.
I checked for a pulse, or breath.
Nothing.
David was sleeping by the fire.
I noticed that my cock was hard. The struggle, the twitching of her body, the sense of being in control.
All of it had turned me on immensely.
I undressed her and fucked her lifeless body in the back of the van.
When David woke the next day, we trussed the body and backpack of drugs inside a sleeping bag. The next night it went into the river, weighted with large stones from the riverbank.
I remembered it well.
“Could you do it again? You know. To her.”
“What would you inherit?” I asked. “As a reference point.”
“Two million”.
“I want twenty grand, cash. Don’t call this number again. I’ll let you know where and when to get me the money when it's done, if it gets done. It’ll take me a month to scope it out.”
“OK. That timeline works.”
“See ya David.”
At about eleven o’clock I walked up the driveway of Doris’ Ranch-style house and into the dark carport.
There was a flower pot on the steps there with a key under it. I made one stop around the corner of the house and opened a grey panel and peered in.
When I was satisfied I went to the door and entered the house.
The kitchen was dark and I could hear the TV in the next room. By the light of the TV I could see her in a large recliner, not moving.
I moved slowly and silently up to the rear of the big leather chair.
She was out cold, a bottle of Black Velvet on the table, nearly empty. She was in a worn grey sweatshirt, the big tits I saw that morning straining at the material.
Her sleep pants were on the floor where they had been tossed, her hand was still resting on her pussy, where it was when she passed out.
With one move I put her head and neck in an arm lock.
She woke immediately to the sensation of being choked, an arm around her neck in a sleeper hold.
In less than minute she was out again.
When she woke she was nude except for her black bra holding her large tits, hands tied to the sides of the recliner chair, and legs up and back, tied around the knees and ankles to the large recliner.
Her big boobs were squeezed between her arms, spilling over the top of her bra and her pussy was spread wide.
She was gagged.
“You’ve been bad, Doris. You should have changed those cum stained sheets in your bedroom from last night” I said. “It’s gonna look bad for whoever left all that cum in there.”
“But you don’t sleep in that bed, do you Doris?” I continued. “You sleep out here. You only fuck men in that bed. Like you did last night. Your regular Wednesday night hookup. Well, I’m your Thursday.”
I put a gloved hand on her cunt and ran my thumb up between her pussy lips and rubbed her clit.
Her eyes grew wide and she began vocalizing hysterically through the gag as the black latex glove made contact.
“I can’t decide, Doris. Would you like me to fuck you and then strangle you, strangle you as I fuck you or strangle you now, and fuck you later? We’ve got time, we both know nothing happens here on Thursday but drinking and TV. Or I could push you down the stairs like you did your husband.”
More muffled sounds, and a violent thrashing against my ropes, her silver hair falling into her face - the chair didn't move. She stopped after a moment, breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling.
“Don’t wear yourself out fighting, Doris. You’ll just die tired.”
I undid the bra and released her big boobs, taking one in my gloved hand - the skin was soft and translucent - fine wrinkles around the nipples and stretch marks where the big things had taxed the skin on her ribcage.
Her neck was already carefully wrapped with silk rope, and I crossed behind the big recliner and took a length in each hand.
I pulled it and the rope tightened around her neck like an anaconda around a baby deer.
Her pelvis thrust in the air in a futile attempt to rise, my ropes and knots holding her down, then she fell back down into the soft cushions of the heavy deluxe sleep recliner.
The violent motion was cushioned by the chair, making almost no noise but the creak of leather.
She struggled, turning her body from side to side and her large tits swayed with the motion. Her belly rolls heaved with exertion and soon she went limp, panting for air and getting nothing.
I tightened the rope from behind the chair where I was standing - I had a great view of the last throes of a very attractive older woman, one that was fucking someone just last night down the hall.
Watching her struggle and listening to her gasp for breath had turned me on, and my cock was rock hard.
“Break time Doris,” I said, loosening the rope.
I dropped my pants and slipped a condom on my cock and rotated the chair around to face me.
I knew she was hypoxic, maybe even hallucinating; but her eyes focused on my fat dick and she began straining against the ropes. I stepped up closer and rubbed the head of my cock between the full lips of her cunt.
I picked up a bottle of conditioner I grabbed from her bathroom and squirted some on my very hard penis and stood there stroking it for her to see.
She made a low noise behind the gag as I slipped my swollen meat inside her, it’s thickness spreading her pussy lips.
I reached up and took a big tit in each gloved hand and the soft skin wrinkled slightly under my fingers.
Her nipples involuntarily hardened, I felt her vagina flexing around my cock and wondered if she was excited.
I spent the next few minutes stroking her cunt, looking into her eyes while rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Doris began making a long, low moaning sound that could have been interpreted as pleasure.
She was drunk, hypoxic and tied up so it was very possible that her body was betraying her by orgasming as an automatic response.
Unfortunately for her, I still had a job to do this evening. A very pleasurable job.
I waited until her pussy stopped involuntarily convulsing, then I slipped my cock out of her box and rotated the recliner around 180 degrees to bring her trussed up neck back around to my hands.
Her head swiveled as she tried to keep me in view, tossing her silver hair and making a soft pleading sound.
I pulled the rope right and her body stiffened. I watched her big tits rise and fall and her pelvis thrust as she fought the ropes.
She began gasping again, short, shallow breaths with no reward. Legs kicking weakly, her slim fingers grasping the armrest of her massive recliner, her breaths became sporadic, desperate gasps that jerked her body.
Her struggling became a series of small convulsions as her body began surrendering.
After two minutes of her body jerking, her hips thrusting and her legs straining against the ropes I whispered into her ear “Just let it go babe, you’ll feel great in a minute, with my big cock back inside you.” and pulled the ropes tighter. There was a long, drawn out gasp, and her body relaxed and went limp.
I continued to strangle her for another minute, my cock still fat and hard as I watched her body twitch with a few final convulsions, her large sun freckled breasts jiggling with each little spasm.
Finally she was completely still and I relaxed my grip on the rope.
A stream of urine arced from her pussy and splashed into the carpet, her bladder draining. When she finished peeing I rotated the chair around to where I was standing and removed the gag from her mouth, wiped her pussy with it and tossed it on the floor.
I moved the silver hair out of her eyes to find them still ice blue but lifeless, open and staring. I checked her pulse to confirm she was dead, and removed the ropes.
I grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled her body down the chair to align her pussy to my waiting cock. I checked the condom, put a smear of hair conditioner on my sheathed dick and slid it into her cunt.
She wasn’t much on shaving, but at least her pussy hair was trimmed so I could see the full, dark lips parting around my cock.
After a moment of probing, feeling the sensation of her cunt, I began long-stroking her as I reached forward and took a tit in each gloved hand, massaging them roughly, pulling the nipples.
I slowed down and watched my cock sliding in and out of Doris’ dead body, her tits and belly quivering and her head lolling back on the headrest, silver hair spilling down her face.
Earlier this night when she eased into this big comfy chair with her bottle and started playing with her pussy, maybe she fanatazied about someone arriving to fuck her
She never imagined the big chair would hold her as someone strangled her.
I wrapped my hands around her neck and began pounding her pussy while looking at her still lovely face, mouth open, blue eyes open, fixed on me.
I started to orgasm and slowed so I could cum carefully into the condom. My cock pulsed inside her as I enjoyed wave after wave of ecstasy while holding Doris’ wrinkled hands.
I let the orgasm slowly fade away, a pulse of pleasure running through my body every few seconds while I ran my hands over her still body.
“You still got it Doris.” I said as I slipped my fat cock out of her pussy and tied the condom off, carefulling bagging it. “You got part of your wish tonight. You got laid.”
“You should have emptied your wastebasket last night.” I said, producing a cum-filled condom from her Wednesday night adventure. I tossed it under the chair for the authorities to find in a few days, when Doris failed to show up at the store to buy her Black Velvet.
I felt sorry for the dude that filled that condom. He would have some explaining to do.
I turned her head to me and looked into her doll eyes, fixed and blue. “Doris honey, why did you have to be such a greedy bitch?”
I slipped out into the night, leaving the TV on, streaming the porn channel I found it on.