02020603050405020304 Don Salt was a night watchman at a large downtown warehouse in New York City.The local government had just built a new seaport complex of shops and bars and restaurants to attract more leisure spending to the area.Don had taken his job has a watchman in the warehouse because he was a recovering sex crimes offender.The site of a women in a dress showing a little leg drove him wild.He could never hold a job in the daytime because of all the women he would see.As a boy he was constantly molesting younger girls,and as a teenager he had raped two of his own cousins,that is what led to his arrest and hospital commitment as a sex offender.As Don went to work these days it was getting harder and harder to control himself.One of his most current and erotically violent fantasy's was to strangle a girl with her own hair and then "skull fuck"her body.His fantasy always was a blond in a tight short mini-skirt and black stockings and garter belt with spike heels.In his fantasy he would strangle her with her own hair as she kicked helplessly with those stocking legs,arousing him to rock hardness, and then he would jam that rock cock into her eye socket and fill her skull with cum.So far he had been satisfied with just the fantasy as he was not often exposed to young sexy girls who dressed that way. The seaport was changing all that.

Jan Styles was a legal junior partner on the move.She had worked at the wall street law firm of Lye Back &Wachit.Jan was a recent Harvard grad who majored in law and sexual advancement as a minor.Power dressing for Jan was a short business suit.always heels and stockings for those business meetings where image WAS everything.Tho Jan had earned her degree from Harvard,she was not content to slowly climb the corporate ladder.God had given her another assit.,her body.When you have a degree and rise through the corporate ladder using your body,its considered asset management and Jan managed her assets well.

Don usually went to lunch around 4 am and walked to the docks to eat his sandwich and watch the sea roll on.Something about the splashing of the water against the dock was sexually exciting.On this night he heard a woman moaning.As don approached a parked car under the waterfront overpass of the seaside highway,Jan was coming around.

Jan had been entertaining what she thought was a partner at another law firm but when she found out he was a mail room clerk she laughed at him and he knocked her out as they sat in her car making out.The man had long since left and she thought what a real idiot he was as he could have had her when she was out.As Don approached he could see her long black stocking legs spread apart and her dark blue suit's skirt in her lap as she moved around shifting her legs as she was coming through. The cars seat was down so she was stretched out and moving.Don thought this is good.As Jan was awakening Don was getting a hard on.JAN WAS HIS FANTASY COME TRUE.From the tight short business suit and spike heels,to the black stockings and blond hair. Opportunity knocks only for those who can hear it,and Don could do more than hear it,he could feel it.

As Jan awoke something soft but firm was around her throat.Don had entered the back seat and rested her head in his lap as she was lying back in the front passenger seat and parted that long blond hair into two long handful's. Slowly and patiently he crossed the handfuls of hair around her throat.As Jan awoke she felt the pressure but still didn't know she wasn't alone.Her long legs shifted from the right to the left again exposing the tops of her stockings and the creaminess of her thighs.That was her death warrent,Don now applied firm sustained pressure as he twisted the strands of that blond hair tighter.Jans legs began to raise slowly at first.Left leg than the right bending at the knees as they raised up and stretched out slowly at first and than harder and faster as Jan realized she was not alone and was being strangled.As the realization of what was happing began to sink in Jan grabbed at her own hair but couldn't get her hands under the strands as they cut more and more air off from her aching lungs.Her legs were thrashing now and there was no longer a hint of thigh,her skirt was in her lap permenatly.Don looked into her face and saw the panic and terror and this only made him harder and quickened her demise.As her cheeks began to swell,her thrashing around slowed.He began to hear a hissing sound like air leaving a ballon.Don tighten his grip to the point where her face swelled and her lips turned blue and those eyes seemed to be raising them selves out of their sockets in anticipation of his cock.The legs were still now,long and straight, with the heels still amazingly on, giving those calves a firmness that can't be seen without heels.The hissing sound had stopped and the face had swelled to almost comic balloon poportions.His fantasy never prepared him for that site ,but,it also never prepared him for the eyes almost falling out of their socket and that was a good sight.Jan had died to full fill Don's fantasy.As he raised himself over her face and positioned his cock on her right eye,he stroked those legs and then rammed.

Megan was leaving Sam's Cassa Dolcett club alone one night at 3am.Dan was going to an early lunch at 3am..........................................

Nightshift Par Deux

As Don sat down and ate his lunch ,he mused at the headline in the paper"Sex Killing At Port",these papers had a way of making up stuff as they go along he thought.The paper told of Jan's mutilated corpse and how the police had arrested her date that night,a young Asian american,Whn Hng lo,as a frustrated date who snapped and killed her in a fit of rage.The press however claimed it was more than that because of the "sick twisted mutilation involved"and set about trying to tie poor Whn to other unsolved crimes.Life is unkind to the innocent sometimes,Don thought,as he took another bite of his tongue sandwich.

Megan was leaving the Cassa Dolcett and heading to her car parked about 3 blocks away on the docks.At 5 foot 10 inches tall she cut a stunning figure with her strawberry blond hair ,slim waist ,long legs and spike heels.As a struggling actress she had come to the cafe seeking employment.Megan's only work to date had been in a few low budget films as a body double and she hoped this live dinner theater club would be a change.Now Megan was not above sleeping her way to the top but this "performance art"of simulating cannibalistic cookings while eating a real meal seemed perverse even to one who had let her prom night date eat desert from her snatch as she sucked whipped cream from his dick.No this job was not for her,maybe she could get a job at a escort service she thought

. Don looked at his watch and wondered where the time went,at 4am it was time to return to work.Walking past a parked sedan he spotted a long leg sticking out the door,the foot pointing down .As Don approached he could see a red tightly dressed ass sticking up in the seat,kneeling as if looking for something .Whom ever this was it would be their last night on earth for that leg displayed a black stocking, that were revealed ,as that ass wiggling raised the skirt over the top and revealed a garter snap.That was all Don needed as Jan's kill was fresh on his mind.Megan never saw him as she was kneeling on the seat facing the passenger side ,looking for the car keys that she had dropped.Kneeling as she was ,Megan showed a long slender stocking leg ,tight red leather miniskirt with matching vest top,no blouse or bra and spike heels.

As Don bent over her,Megan still didn't sense his presence In a moment Don gripped a hand full of that strawberry blond hair and looped it around her throat from right to left and with both hands pulled it back to him violently jerking her head up to his chest in the process and her body off its knees and backwards to its ass.Don wasn't happy with the length of her hair so as she sat, he spun her around to face him and grabbed her throat with both hands as he released her hair. he looked deep into her eyes but she was not looking at him.Instead those dark green eyes were rapidly looking up,down,left,right,anywhere and everywhere where help might come from somehow sensing that looking at him would not be the help she seeked.Don released his right hand to grab her left thigh and play with the garter snap as his left hand continued the relentless pressure of the vise like closing grip.Megans 2 hands were alternately scratching and punching his hand and forearm but her strength didn't match her size.Her body's movements were restricted to a slow grinding to his body as she was pinned to the seat by the weight of him.This just excited Don all the more.Megan was scatching and punching but grinding body to body and the contrast was more intensely arousing than anything he had felt in the past.Slowly her hands relaxed and her eyes began to buldge.Don tried to kiss her ,to get her last breath as it was.but her tongue was out and swelled and a trickle of blood and spit slid down her jaw.her lips were turning a dark blue as they swelled,"oh hell"Don though"no dying breath this time".Maybe he could squeeze the eyes out,yeh that would be cool he thought as he returned his right hand to her throat and now was crushing her neck with both hands again.It was 4:30am as Don unzipped and positioned his cock on her right eyeball ."I'm late and maybe they will free Whn Hng Lo"he thought as he rammed deep.........

Don read the article about Megans murder written by Lori.............