Executing Lisa
By George Hamilton
When Iliana called me and told me that I had been selected to execute Lisa by a huge majority vote, I felt incredibly excited. Excited that I would get to meet this sexy bitch, and excited that so many people out there though that I was the man to do the job. I’ve never killed anyone before, and it was simply not something that I had ever seriously considered doing, outside of the realm of fantasy, but if that was the price I had to pay for meeting Lisa, I was ready for it. I just had to feel that sexy slut up. So I accepted the challenge.
Lisa wanted to be a model, so we played it by the book – Frank would go and get her, telling her that she was going to a photo shoot. He would drop her off at my place, and I would play the part of photographer, until I decided to change the rules and blow the cover. Then I could do whatever I wanted. That freedom excited me. I love women, I want women, I need women. That’s why I’m usually the perfect gentleman around women. I want them to like me, so I can be with them. I want to satisfy them, so they want to be with me again – or even better, so that they’ll tell their girlfriends what a great lay I am, so that I can get to fuck them too. I wouldn’t need to pretend with Lisa. I wouldn’t need to be a gentleman. She wouldn’t tell anyone anything, since I was determined to play my part and snuff her out. It just seemed almost too fucking perfect!
Fortunately, Lisa didn’t live far from me, so it was only a few hours before it rang on my door. I opened up. A young man was standing outside.
“Hi I’m Frank. This is Lisa.” He said and nodded towards the girl besides her. There she was, all live and beautiful! She was wearing a tight t-shirt and even tighter jeans. What a fucking amazing piece of tail!
“Great! Come on in, baby.” I said and gave the girl a wink and a smile. It made her relax and she smiled back. I took her hand – it was soft and a little cold – and led her into the living room. Frank closed the front door and drove away.
“So, what do you want me to do?” Lisa giggled and looked around the room. She had an amazing voice. It matched perfectly with her perky tits, her slutty clothes and her blonde hair. Damn she was a tight package – one I couldn’t wait to unwrap!
“Through that door over there is a bathroom. You go in there, undress and put on the green bathrobe. Then I’ll get my camera and we do some photos of your amazing breasts.” I said as I ogled her huge rack once again.
“You like them?” She giggled and pressed them forward, so they damn well nearly burst through her t-shirt.
“Oh yea!” I laughed. “No, get going!”
She smiled and ran towards the bathroom door, bouncing up and down like an excited bunny. The smell of her cheap perfume and her sexy body still lingered in the room. I was so hard I could barely walk, but still I managed to get both my camera and one of the nail guns I use for work. I put the nail gun under the couch and took the lens cap off the camera. I wanted to take some pictures of her, so I would have a little something to remember her by when she was gone.
“Here I am!” She chirped when she entered the room, still bouncing like an excited bunny. She was tightly wrapped in the bathrobe, but as soon as she saw the camera in my hand, she pulled open the top, so I could see her boobs.
“Oh my God, yes, that’s it, baby!” I gasped at the sight of the perfect globes, while I started working the camera. “They are fantastic! They look even bigger then on the pictures I saw from the modelling agency!”
“Well, they are.” She giggled. “I’m just a few weeks pregnant, and already they are starting to swell. I have a very fertile body.”
“I bet you do, baby! Now open up, so I can see the goods!” I laughed, and she immediately obeyed.
“It’s true. I only have to look at a guy, and I’m pregnant. That’s why I really need an extra job.” She explained, while I clicked away at her great tits. “You don’t think that my pregnancy will prevent me from getting more photo jobs, do you? I mean, when it starts showing for real?”
“No, not at all – a lot of guys love to watch naked pregnant women.” I said. “Now, do you only want to show your boobs, or do I get a glimpse of your cunny as well?”
“You want to see my pussy?” She giggled. I nodded. She suddenly looked a bit serious. “Then maybe you should tell me what you’re paying me for this?”
“500$?” I suggested.
“500$ is just fine!” She smiled widely and opened the robe, so I could see her sweet, shaved pussy.
“That’s great, Lisa. You’re looking fantastic. With a set of boobs and a sweet pussy like that, you’re sure to become a famous model!” I said and gave her a wink.
“You think?” She said, her eyes beaming.
“For sure. And I’ll do whatever I can to help you. Lisa.” I lied. “You truly deserve it!”
“I was so nervous at the modelling agency, and I was so nervous when we were driving out here. I didn’t know if I would be any good, but you really helped me relax.” She said and moved closer. “You really are a sweet, kind and generous man.”
“You’re welcome, Lisa. I love working with you.” I said, while backing slowly towards the couch – Lisa followed with that special look in her eyes that women get when they want to have sex.
“If you help me with my career, I’ll help you.” She whispered, standing only a foot from me. I could smell her excitement.
“What do you mean?” I said, playing it dumb.
“Well, first of all we could do something about that huge erection in your pants.” She giggled, while her fingers expertly unzipped my fly. “It must be painful and distracting. We can’t have that, can we?”
“No, I guess not.” I whispered and sat down on the couch. She undid my belt and almost ripped my pants off. She took my huge, throbbing cock in her sweet, soft hands.
“Wow, you’re big. I love it!” She giggled. “I love your cock and you love my tits. Do you want to fuck them?”
“Oh yea!” I burst. She leaned in over me and pressed my cock in between her tits. It was wonderful! Her tits were so warm and soft, it felt fucking amazing!
“Do you like it?” She whispered. I just moaned in response, and she giggled girlishly. She quickly wiggled out of the bathrobe, and resumed her treatment of my iron hard cock.
“You like fucking, don’t you, Lisa?” I asked.
“Yea.” She responded, still rubbing her boobs up and down my dick.
“So how about becoming a porn model?” I asked, concluding the obvious.
“Yea, why not? Does it pay well?” She asked, her eyes beaming once again.
“Yea, you could easily make 1000$ per scene.” I lied, while I concentrated on not blowing my load between her tits – I was already close to orgasm! “I could introduce you to some people. If you let me cum on you face.”
“And you promise you’re not just using me?” She asked, a bit suspiciously.
“Trust me, baby, I can make it happen. I just need a bit of motivation. You can just see it as a bit of practice. I mean, if you start in porn, you’ll have to do shit like that all the time.” I explained, about ready to get my rocks off.
“OK. I’m getting the 500$ anyway, and I’ve let men cum on my face for less.” She said and sat down on the floor. I stood up, so she could lean her head against the seat of the couch. She grabbed my cock and started sucking, licking and masturbating it as best she could.
“Oh yea, baby!” I screamed as I shut my fuckcream out over her sweet face and into her gaping mouth.
It was a wonderful orgasm, and it turned me on to watch my huge load go into her slutty, greedy mouth. It was the perfect time. The nail gun was directly behind her, beneath the couch. Rubbing my cock against her face, I leaned over and pulled it out.
“Oh my Goog, wha’he huck is ghat?” She gasped, her mouth still full of my cum.
“You didn’t expect that, did you, slut? Well, I’m full of surprises, Lisa.” I laughed. The mix of surprise and fear on her face was just too funny. “You see, I’m not a photographer at all, I’m a craftsman and this is one of the tools of my trade. You’re not going to be a model, and you’re not going to have another baby. In fact, you’re not going anywhere, because I’m snuffing you out right now.”
“No!” She whined, but it was already too late. I pulled the trigger, sending the first nail directly into her forehead. It slammed into her skull, digging itself about half of its length into her brain. She screamed. Her body twitched as if struck by a powerful electrical current.
“It’s nothing personal, Lisa. Actually I rather like you, but it’s sort of a dare.” I explained, while I placed the nail gun over another suitable spot on her forehead. Thud. Another nail dug into her. She twitched again, and let out a high-pitched yelp. Her big blue eyes stared up at me, full of surprise and disbelief.
“I know it’s cruel to build up your expectations like that, and then take everything from you, but it’s sort of the rules of the game, see?” I said and moved the nail gun a little bit further right. Another thud, another mad twitch, another desperate scream, another nail sticking out of her bloody forehead.
“That should do it, baby. After all I don’t want you to die too fast.” I laughed and put down the nail gun.
“Haaaa neg og haar” Lisa groaned. It didn’t make sense at all. I guess the nails had caused too much damage to her brain for her to speak. Her body was twitching and she stared up at me with an astonished look on her face, as if she didn’t grasp what was happening. Maybe it was the brain damage too, or maybe she simply refused to believe what was happening to her.
I put one hand between her amazing boobs. I could feel her heart pound like crazy in her chest. Still she barely moved, besides the spastic twitching that rippled through her body. She was staring up at me and I stared back, trying to see what was going on behind those beautiful blue eyes. I couldn’t see anything else than surprise and disbelief. Then she started screaming – some of the sounds were words, or fragments of words, but they made no sense at all.
“Easy, girl. It’s close. Now you don’t have to worry about anything ever again.” I whispered, while I stroked her throat, her chin and her lips with my cock, enjoying the warm touch of her skin as she babbled on incomprehensively.
Suddenly, tears started flowing from her eyes. Her twitching became more violent, more intense. Her eyes lost focus, and slowly rolled up into her skull. Her babbling weakened into almost inaudible sobs. She was close. Close to death.
I sat down on the couch behind her, and pulled her twitching body up to me. I forced her ass up, so I could enter her from behind. Her pussy was warm and wet, and her spastic twitching send waves of pleasure through me. I hugged her, placing one of my hand over each of her perfect boobs, pressing her body against mine. She was sobbing like a little girl. She was weak, destroyed, dying. I have never felt so powerful in my life as I did holding her vulnerable, dying body!
I came inside her as she died. I held her, coddled her, rocked her back and forth, as the last tremors rippled through her body. At last it was over. She was dead, gone. I carried her into my bedroom, where I put her down on my satin sheets. I was not going to call Frank for at least a few hours. I wanted time to examine her. I kissed, licked, tasted every inch of her body. Her soft thighs, her sweet pussy, her toes, her fingers, every bump, every crevice – I wanted to know all her secrets, before I surrendered her body. I made love to her dead body for hours. It was dark outside, before I finally surrendered to exhaustion. I dozed off for a few hours, laying snuggled up against her still, warm and incredibly soft body.
It was past midnight when I woke up again, called Frank and took a shower while I waited for him to arrive. I almost felt a little sad when we put Lisa’s dead body into the trunk of his car. I had had an amazing tome with her, both alive and dead,so it felt almost like saying goodbye to a dear friend.
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