Evil Babes  Stories   Kissing Bullets......a story of killing...1 Support Search RSS runboard.com       Sign up (learn about it) | Sign in (lost password?) kingfrog3 Registered user Global user Registered: 06-2008 Posts: 3 Karma: 0 (+0/-0) Reply | Quote Kissing Bullets......a story of killing...1 Karen stared at her 5 ‘7” slender body in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. Her 35-year-old body was still firm and flawless. Her long wavy blonde hair fell nicely around her shoulders. She could see her laced bra through her revealing white silk blouse. She knew Sam loved this and she wanted so much to make this night a memorable one for him. Her matching thong panties and garter belt held up the black thigh highs enveloping her long slender legs which were slipped into her rarely worn spiked heels. She looked down at a copy of the divorce papers, which were served to Sam, her husband of 10 years, earlier that week. She wanted to meet him in his office to try to discuss the issues and maybe reconcile. Karen had not intended go through with the divorce. She had hoped to “wake” Sam up. She left and went to a Hotel but so much wanted to return back to the beautiful home overlooking the bay they shared for ten years. The hotel was exquisite but not nearly as nice as roaming around 5000 square feet of luxury. It reminded her of when they first met at a ****tail party he held celebrating his company’s success at buying out their largest competitor. She remembered how she served him his usual Jack and Coke as a part time waitress for a catering company she worked for. Sam was smitten by her and asked her out. His idea of a date was a flight to Cannes for three days. Karen remembered how understanding he was when she denied his sexual advances during that trip. Sam was impressed by her principles and after a year of dating he asked her to become his first wife. Sam was 45 at the time but was too busy building his empire and had not met someone he trusted to love him for himself. Karen was a dream and she seemed so unimpressed with his success. He had women throw themselves at him all the time. He thought Karen would do the same. After doing his customary background check he discovered Karen was from a lower middle class family but had received a full scholarship to Cornell where she majored in Art and advertising. She was talented but found it hard to get a job in New York. Sam offered her a job with his company, which she turned down as she felt dating the CEO would raise issues she was not prepared to deal with. He loved her independence and they were married a year after they met. Sam was so in love with her hr did not even ask for a prenuptial agreement. Karen was in love with Sam as well but lately more so with her lifestyle. She was afraid of losing him but knew if they did not work out she would have enough money to enjoy a class life. This meeting today was going to hopefully prevent that. She knew he had a few affairs over the years and bothered her, but she had become insensitive to his transgressions and actually recently was in an affair herself with his protégé Frank a dashing specimen of a man only 34 years old. In fact frank was with her the evening before and was to meet her there again tonight. She felt so guilty all of a sudden. She would tell him tonight that she would not be seeing him any more. Frank would not take it well. Karen did not trust him and knew he would do anything including the betrayal of Sam if he had the chance to take control of West Star. In fact it was Frank’s idea to file a divorce in order to scare Sam into taking the marriage seriously again. She balked at first but then decided Frank was right and she filed for divorce a week ago. Sam was served and never even called! She put the finishing touches on her make up took a couple of Valiums out of the recently re-filled prescription. Karen had become addicted to the drug after miscarrying her second pregnancy. She was told eight weeks ago she could not have any children, which mentally had a huge effect on her. She became depressed and despondent. She wanted so much to be a mother. Now all she had was Sam and that was not going well at the moment either. Who would want her? She always thought motherhood was a woman’s purpose, then a career.   She went down to the garage and slipped into the Red Mercedes convertible Sam bought her for her 35th birthday. It was raining hard and as she drove through the busy streets she thought of what she would say to him She would tell him she had no intention of divorcing him and she would drop the suit. She wanted this to be a new beginning. She wanted it all like it was. As she pulled the red Mercedes into the parking area below the skyscraper she noticed his White Cadillac. She always wondered what his obsession with Cadillac’s were. Even though Sam was 55 he did not look a day over 45. She envisioned 75 year old men driving Cadillac’s in a retirement community in Florida. She smiled at this thought and walked toward the elevator. The building was quiet. All had gone home for the weekend except for a lonely watchman at the desk apparently asleep. She tiptoed past the station being careful not to wake him and proceeded to the elevator, which would take her to the 43rd floor. The elevator’s quiet hum soothed her anxious heart as she checked her make up and pushed up her 34 c’s revealing the cleavage Sam loved. He heart was beating with anticipation of his surprise. She waked towards his office and heard his voice on the phone. His tone was stern and he seemed upset. As she got closer she decided to wait for the call to end before surprising him. She heard him shout. “ I can’t follow though you idiot, She’ll take me to the cleaners.” Karen was used to hearing him talk this way about his business dealings and smiled until the next words she heard. “ I don’t have a prenuptial…she will get half” Karen enjoyed his panic at the thought of losing her as she strained to hear her fate being discussed on the phone…but with whom? “ Look you bastard if this happens you are through as well. The deal with Trans Star will be voided and we may as well all go home. We will be bankrupt in a matter of months. I can’t hold off the major stockholders any more. This is a house of cards. We need the time for the deal to go through before we move any more money to the Swiss bank.” “ ****”, Karen thought, “Sam is going to skip the country?” Karen did not realize the trouble the company was in. Now she understood why he was so stressed and almost felt sorry for him. “Maybe the divorce idea was a little much,” she thought. “ Ok If the deal goes through there is a chance we will be able to make a go of it, but we need time and I can’t have marital issues cluttering up the works. Fred already knows she left! He called me today. Those guys are sharp. With his contacts he will find out she filed and we done. They are not going to want to be a part of a property battle. We have to move fast. Karen has become a liability.” Karen seared with anger and hurt as she heard this. “ Liability!!” She thought for a while and convinced herself she could fix this. She would make it all good. “ Look Frank…we have gone this far, we need to see it through” “Frank?” Karen could not believe her ears. She was confused and moved closer to the door. “ Yes the divorce was a great idea but I did not think Fred would find out so soon. I swear there is a mole around here” “ Frank told me to do this” Karen thought. “Oh My god, Frank….” “ She is at the Hotel. Meet her there as planned. There is a ton of friggin Valium there Im sure. You know what to do. Did you plant the gun? …...With all the crap about her pregnancy and now this. A natural casebook suicide…it’s a no brainier.” “Suicide???” Karen’s mind was racing. “GUN?” Karen remembered the gun Sam gave her for protection. A small 32-caliber automatic that seemed so hard and cold in her hands when she and Sam went to the firing range. She remembered his arms around her as she fired the gun at first missing the target completely. She became pretty good after awhile but hated the gun and never carried it around as he ordered. She kept it in the bottom drawer of her dresser and had not seen it in a long time. Sam always had a gun around. He liked the .38 snub nosed revolver. He claimed it would never jam. She remembered he said, “It was too bulky for me to carry around”. Sam flipped on the speakerphone as he went to the bar to pour himself a drink. Karen heard Frank’s voice on the phone. “ Sam I’m not as stupid as you think…. She will take the Valium and I will do the rest. Don’t worry old buddy you’re big problem is about to get small.” Karen was seething with anger and fear as she realized they were planning her death! She walked over to a drinking fountain and took a couple more valiums before she realized what she had done. “ Frank, I have already wired the money to your account in Switzerland and the office of the presidency of Trans Star has your name on it” “Thanks Sam it’s been a long way from the mail room” Frank laughed. Sam hung up the phone and called Fred Mc McLennan, CEO of Trans Star. “Fred it’s me Frank…. good. Listen…. I just don’t want you to worry about anything. The issues with Karen are fixable and of course you will remain on as President as you requested.” ………Count on it. “What a bastard” Karen thought” He’s playing all sides and…. he is going to kill me???” Karen tried to compose herself and for a moment she thought of leaving and going back to the hotel. But she knew Frank would be there and she was scared. Maybe she could reason with Sam. No he could not know she heard any thing. She waited outside and thought about her options. Her mind was numb with the effects of the Valium and what she had just experienced. She could go to the police but would they believe her? She had no option but to reason with him. She composed herself and walked through the door to his richly decorated office. Sam was staring out the window; drink in hand when she said. “Hello Sam.” 6/23/2008, 6:58 am Send Email to kingfrog3   Send PM to kingfrog3 kingfrog3 Registered user Global user Registered: 06-2008 Posts: 3 Karma: 0 (+0/-0) Reply | Quote Re: Kissing Bullets......a story of killing...2 He turned around barely concealing the fear and surprise in his usually poker face. “ Karen” he uttered, “What are you doing here?” How long have you been here?” Sam was nervously cool. Karen looked at him in his white polo top and his crisp blue jacket. She remembered how he hated ties. “ I just got here. …….I was wondering why you did not call when you got the papers.” Sam looked at her and realized how beautiful she was and wanted to savor her body just one more time. He sensed her desperation but misread her intentions. “ Call? Why? You want to divorce me go ahead…. you wont get a penny!! I know about you and Frank. I have a tape of you guys ****ing in our bedroom!!! Karen’s knees buckled at this thought. Frank set her up and now Sam is going to crush her. Karen moved behind the big oak desk as Sam moved across the room to the bar. “You want a drink?” Sam asked knowing she would be flying on Valium. “No Sam” Karen said seeing his ploy. Karen plopped herself in his oversized leather chair and put her long legs on his desk, her skirt hiked up nearly to her waist. Sam turned and looked at her in his desk and for a moment wanted all of this to go away. “ You look great, babe” chided Sam” You want to be CEO? “Nah baby just Half CEO” Karen chimed back. Sam bristled at the thought and his sexual urges disappeared as quickly as they came. “Karen I’m a fair man. I’m going to forget all about this. In the right drawer on top is an envelope with a document and a cashier’s check for $500,000. You sign the document and you have that money as well as $100,000 per month for the rest of your life. I have also wired another $500,000 to a bank in Switzerland under you name which you will see on page two.” Karen slid open the drawer and saw the envelope. “ Wow he really thought of everything,” She thought as she removed the envelope. He eyes glanced deeper into the drawer and saw the nickel-plated .38. Her heart jumped as she was reminded of her own gun, which was going to be used to kill her later tonight. “When were you going to give me this Sam?’ Karen asked as she reached into the drawer for the gun. She did not want him to use it on her here and now. She raised the large envelope using it to hide the gun she slipped into her purse. “ I was going to send it to your hotel tomorrow by courier” Sam replied. “Yeah” thought Karen, “ and they would find my body…. so sad.” Karen decided she could not fix this any more and in fact did not want to fix it. He had no intention of ever settling with her…”He was going to have her killed!” “ Oh and you will find the tape in the top left drawer as well” said Sam, “take it. Karen stood up, shouldered her purse and took the tape from the drawer. “Ok Sam so all I have to do is sign this document and it’s done?” Karen asked. “Yes” said Sam’ But tomorrow in Mike’s office. Mike was the attorney for the company. “Right, tomorrow” Karen thought…”you bastard…you have no intention of settling anything.” “Ok babe” said Karen as she walked to Sam, put the documents on the table, pressed her breasts into his chest and kissed his cheek. “Tomorrow then” Her hand brushed past his pants and could feel him getting hard. Rubbing him she cooed. “Once more for the gipper?” Sam glided his hand down her shoulder across her breasts and began to unbutton her blouse. “Tomorrow then” she said softly as she tightened her grip on his now fully erect penis. She then began her walk to the door and her fate. Sam could not believe his own fate as he moved back to his desk and sat down. Karen turned and looked at him. “Sam?” she asked. “What is it baby?” “What color dress were you planning on burying me in?” Sam dropped his drink spilling it all over his desk. He tried to compose himself but he was taken completely off guard. “Could she know? Is Frank? What?” “What are you talking about?” he said as he glanced into his drawer. The gun was gone. “You are planning to kill me …not so?” she said. “What’s going on Karen?” Sam said as he saw Karen’s hand go into her purse. Karen was thinking a mile a minute. She wanted to scare Sam. She wanted him to **** his pants. She wanted to see the mighty CEO weak at the knees. She could see the fear in his eyes as she reached into her purse… “Karen wait…” said Sam as she came out with a tube of lipstick that looked eerily like a large bullet. “Wait…. What to put on lipstick?” She was enjoying this game. This game was turning her on. She had never felt so much shear power before in her life as this moment. She had Sam’s life and death in her purse…and he knew it!” “ Look Karen. I have had enough if this game…give me the gun. Don’t go all get crazy about this.” “Crazy”? You calling me crazy?” Karen raised her voice; “ I heard your conversation with my **** buddy and now who’s crazy?” Sam Stood up behind his desk and shouted. “You ****ed Frank in MY house and you expect me to give everything I worked for to you? Yeah You’re crazy. Now give me the gun and let’s settle this before someone gets hurt. Come on Babe. “Really?” thought Karen,” The only one going to get hurt here is you sweetheart when I pump a bullet into your fat gut”. Karen put her hand back in her purse and felt the cold steel of the gun. She sensed a phallic moment as she grasped the hard gun in her small hand and slowly slipped it out or her purse. She could feel her pussy get ting wet as she saw the look in Sam’s eyes when he saw the flash of reflected light off the gleaming nickel plated gun in her small hand. A hand that once gave him so much pleasure now with a just small pull from her slender finger would cause him certain cause him certain pain and death. Sam, like most men, wondered what it would be like being shot and like most men ,he did not want to find out. “Put the gun down Karen. You are not going to shoot me…. come on this is nuts.” Karen watched his every nervous mannerism as he stared down the tiny hole of certain death. She was overcome with sexual excitement and could not have believed this would be so intense. She wondered what would really happen if she shot him. Would he scream? Would he fall dead immediately? She had seen movies and did not want the moment to end with his falling to the floor dead. She knew she was at a crossroad now and could turn around. But she wanted to play more. Sam started to come around the desk at her. Karen squeezed the trigger and fired sending a bullet into his oak desk sending wood chips flying into Sams face . The powerful buck of the gun turned her on more. Wide eyed, San backed off and retreated behind the desk raising his arms. “Ok…be calm. Relax…easy. Karen please don’t do this…. Look people can see in here,” He said pointing to the large window and the view of Manhattan. “Karen raised the now smoking gun and shouted,” Close the blinds Sam” “Karen!” Sam said as she pulled the hammer back. The cylinder turned and the next bullet sat ready to do it’s evil deed “Ok Ok”. Sam moved to the drapes and pressed a button closing the blinds. A few small incandescent lights casting a noir glow about the walls now lighted the room. “Look Karen…Im in trouble. This deal, you know,….. we, well,…… I love you…..really. Ok……. I’m setting up Frank. He, I’m , That bastard wants me out…and- “Sam?” Cooed Karen “What?” His stammering and double talk was sickening. Karen made up her mind. She wanted to shoot him. She was going to shoot him. She was going to kill him right there in his office. The thought excited her. It was him or her. Her life was over as she knew it anyway and now he was going to pay for it but not with money. She could feel her pussy throbbing as her finger tightened on the trigger. She reached down and caressed her pussy feeling sensations Sam had never given her……..Till now. “Where do you want it, Baby?” Sam looked confused. “The bullet Sam. I’ve decided I’m going to kill you tonight Sam. Hello! I’m going to SHOOT you Sam. Where do you want it?” Fair question, I think. Life is about choices and now you have one last choice.” Karen slowly walked toward him. “Hmmm baby do you want the first bullet in your balls” she said as she pointed the gun towards his crotch watching him instinctively cover himself up with both his hands…..”No please” Stop this” Cried out Sam. “or your fat belly” she cooed as she raised the gun higher……... “WWWhat? Are you insane?” He could not believe what was happening. He almost answered. He thought for a moment. “Baby please….don’t”  Karen smiled as she pulled the trigger. BLAM. The gun went off surprising both of them. Her eyes shut for an instant. Sam felt the force of the bullet as it entered his body but did not immediately feel any pain. Karen saw his body jerk at the sudden intrusion of hot metal, a blank look come over Sam’s face and they both looked down at the same time and saw a small red hole oozing blood three inches above and to the right of Sam’s belt buckle. She was flushed with fear and sexual intensity. The pain came in an instant. “Oh…jeeze I shot him!” Karen thought to her self. “I did it. I shot him.” “You shot me…ugh.. ! YOU SHOT ME!!!” . Sam was still standing, holding himself up with his hands on the desk. Karen realized this was not like the movies. Not a lot of blood but it was welling up like a flower on his white polo. Sam did not go down! Sam staggered around his desk one arm now raised. “Okay Karen….please .I need medical help. Look it was an accident ok ugh..come on baby. You made your point” “Leave and let me die” He knew he could get medical help after she left. Karen was smarter than that. He knew that too. Karen could not believe he was still standing and talking. She thought he would fall dead. Just like the movies. She had never seen a man shot before. There was a certain sense of joy inside her when she realized he was alive knowing he was shot by his own wife and still staring down into the small smoking hole of the gun in her hand. She was wet with desire and excitement at her power. Karen realized there was no turning back now. She had to finish what she started. “I’m sorry Sam. I’m going to have to shoot you again. It won’t take long sweetheart. I promise. I have to kill you my darling. There are no choices left.” She took a step closer pondering where to send the next bullet on it’s mission of destruction. Again she pulled the hammer back putting the next bullet in place for its fiery mission. “Please Karen…..” Sam was slowly moving around the desk. Karen did not notice how close he was until it was too late. He lunged for her. The force of his weight caused the gun to fall from her hand. He had her in a bear hug. It was all she could do to breathe. She tried kneeing into his wound hoping it would cause him enough pain to loosen his grip. It did and he yelped and fell back into the desk. She could see the gun on the floor but could not reach it. She knew he would certainly kill her now in self defense. Sam knew that too and grabbed for her throat. His bloodied hand slipped ripping her blouse. Karen saw a 6-inch letter opener on the desk and reached for it with her right hand as she kneed him in the stomach again. He did not feel it this time. His adrenalin was pumping as his body tried to stay alive. Sam had both hands around her neck now and began to squeeze the life from her. Karen grabbed the blade, came up under his arm and stabbed him in the side. The knife hit bone and stopped. “****” she tried to think. She swung her arm out. Sam saw the reflection of the blade and released his grip but he was not in time as she pushed the sharp blade into him. This time it went deep into his body. She was surprised at how easy it was and felt her hand against his ribs. She withdrew the blade and stabbed him again. Again to the hilt quickly withdrawing the long blade from his now shaking body. Once more she plunged the letter opener into him and twisted it until a piece broke off the end. Sam was strong but beginning to show weakness at this savage attack on his anatomy. Her hands were covered with his blood and slipping on the blade. He looked into her eyes and dropped his arms to his side trying to stave off another attack. She pushed herself back from him. He looked at the blood soaked broken blade in her hand and fell back against the desk. “Sam you bad boy” Karen said as she stepped up to him put her hand on the back of his head. She pulled his head to hers and whispered in his ear. “Is this how you ****ed me Sam?’ as she plunged what was left of the blade into his stomach. Pulled it out and stabbed him again quickly twice more. “Is this how you ****ed me? In and out in an out…..” Sam could not resist the violent intrusions into his body. “Ugggh” was all that came from Sam’s mouth. He was bleeding badly. Karen noticed he was pissing his pants. “Uggh…” He wimpered . He was struggling to stay alert. Karen left the knife in his abdomen and bent over for the gun. She took a step back. “Stop pissing on my floor Sams” Karen said as she lowered the gun ands and pulled the trigger. Sam ‘s eyes widened and he tried to cover himself . BLAM The bullet went through his hands and into his groin surely finding and destroying the tagets. Sam sucked in air and let out a scream. He tried to turn away but Karen raised the gun and pumped another bullet into his damaged body. This time she aimed at his chest . The bullet entered his left lung and exited out his back breaking the glass mirror behind the desk. Sam was wheezing and gasping for air. He fell back across his desk on his back. She could see he now lost control of all his bodily functions. “Murder is pretty messy” she thought as she stood between his limp legs and now was touching and caressing herself to a full orgasm. The sound and smell of death excited her as she heard his wheezing and gurgling. She had had the best orgasm of her life and now needed to take care of business. Karen could not believe how much a body could take. She walked around the desk grabbed a pillow from the couch. Walking back she noticed how pathetic he looked. “Sam this is not to make you comfortable honey,” she said quietly in his ear.” I just can't stand the noise any more” With that she placed the pillow over where she thought his heart might be, pressed the gun into it…She thought she heard him say “finish me” She heard that before many other times in a different yet strangely similar situation. A man’s bodily reaction to an orgasm was indeed similar to his death Holding the pillow around the gun she fired a bullet into his chest. Just a muted pop was all she heard this time His body jerked violently as his eyes rolled back into his head. She hit her mark. She thought about shooting him in the head but for some odd reason she felt queasy about that. He was dead…and Karen had no remorse or feeling beyond a huge sexual satisfaction she won’t soon forget. Her clothes were ripped and covered with blood. Karen removed her bloodied clothes and went into his private bath and took a long hot shower where she replayed the event and again had a most arousing orgasm. After drying off she put the clothes into a garment bag she found and put Sam’s trench coat over her naked body. She picked up the envelope with the cashier’s check and put the gun in her purse musing about her rendezvous with Frank tonight. Walking out of the office she noticed only the sound of the rain outside and looked back at the eerily silent room and the smell of cordite in the air. 6/23/2008, 7:00 am Send Email to kingfrog3   Send PM to kingfrog3 kingfrog3 Registered user Global user Registered: 06-2008 Posts: 3 Karma: 0 (+0/-0) Reply | Quote Re: Kissing Bullets......a story of killing.....3 Karen drove out of the parking garage musing at the sleeping watchman who would have no answers to a lot of questions. Driving in the rain with nothing but a trench coat on seemed “natural” to her. She pulled p next to a dumpster and dropped the bag full of clothing inside and went to Blazer Mall to find something pretty to wear for her date with Frank. Walking through the mall she got a few odd stares in her large trench coat and walked into Saks. Her first stop was the lingerie department. She selected a red push up demi bra she knew Frank would love and a pair of matching thongs. She then went to find a nice skirt and top. She found a slinky tight fitting dress instead and decided black was the right color to wear. She paid with cash and proceeded to the woman’s rest room where she put on her new outfit. Again she found herself driving in the rain replaying the events of Sam’s demise. Karen realized she had not intended to kill her husband when she left the hotel and cannot quite remember when she snapped. She knew it was rooted in her sexuality though and that was a powerful force. A force she wanted to experience again. Soon. Pulling into the hotel garage she thought about Frank and how she would manage the evening with him. Frank would surely be waiting for her in her suite by now. She was running late. She found a parking space close to the elevator, She got on the elevator with a dark good looking man. He smiled at her. She smiled back and as the elevator stopped in the lobby a family of seven people noisily entered . Her back was pressed against this handsome stranger. She could feel him getting hard as her round ass rubbed his penis. She reached back and rubbed his pants and felt his knees buckle slightly. Just as he placed his hand on her breast she grabbed a handful of penis and balls and squeezed so hard he yelped stunning the rest of the riders. He backed off and went limp. Karen was beginning to love these newly discovered games. He got off on the next floor with the brood and she rode alone to the penthouse suites. She slid the key in the door walked inside and took of Sam’s coat. Frank came out from the back room and stopped . She could feel his eyes ripping off her clothes as he took her in. Karen smiled at him and began to construct her plan for Frank. She needed to get to the bedroom to plant Sam’s gun. “Hi Baby,” she said as she walked to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, “And how was your day?” “Where the hell were you? Hey isn’t that Sam’s coat?” asked Frank “ Oh I went to meet with Sam. I didn’t bring a jacket so he gave me his.”” Franks could barely conceal his surprise. He was thinking fast. “What did Sam say?” “Oh..and how did that go?” asked Frank. “Actually it went well. Sam made me an offer. A pretty generous offer. I’m going to meet with him tomorrow and sign everything. He was dead tired. This deal has taken the life out of him I’m afraid.“ Frank felt slightly guilty as he thought about there being no life tomorrow for the beautiful lady standing in front of him. “Yeah well Sam is a fair man.” Frank said as he moved closer to Karen and put his arms around her. “ I missed you sweet” Karen could feel Frank getting hard and moved her hand to his groin and lightly grabbed him. She could feel his body jerk lightly when she touched him. Frank loved hand jobs. Karen liked that about him because she could remember her older sister telling her in high School about how to give a boy a hand job quickly before he try’s to **** you. She always said it was safe and easy and could be done anywhere. They both stayed “experienced” virgins until their early 20’s and had no regrets. At this moment though she fantasized about a bullet entering him each time a she gave him a little squeeze and his body jerked. She would find out. As she unzipped him she said, “You want me to continue this here Frank?” Stupid question. Her hand now was on his bare penis and very lightly stroking him. She could feel his body jerking with each stroke. She thought about getting him to the point of orgasm and shoot him as he came. She was getting wet herself. As she brought him closer to his point she reached in her purse and grabbed the gun. Holding it inside her purse she would shoot through the purse into his lower abdomen. She was stroking him harder now. She could feel his legs getting weak when she whispered in his ear, “ Cum on me baby” She said as pulled the hammer back on the gun trying to conceal the sound. Then the thought hit her. “How many bullets had she used on Sam?”. “No I can’t take the chance of having only one shot. Sam barely felt the first shot. In fact he nearly killed me even with a bullet in his body. With that thought she removed her hand from the purse and backed away from Frank. “Whaa?” Frank pleaded. “That’s just a prelude, my sweet. Lets have a drink.” Frank looked funny standing there with his puppy dog eyes and his erect penis standing out of his pants. He zipped himself up and said, “ You kill me girl. You are such the tease.” “Right on both counts.” Karen thought with a smile. Frank thought about how he was going to kill her. He would first spike her drink with enough Valium to make her sleepy. Then he would make love to her in the bed, put the gun in her hand and squeeze her finger sending the small bullet into her head. A perfect suicide. “What a shame” he thought. “Frank do me a favor honey. Go into the bedroom and put on these.” Karen pulled a pair of white silk pajamas out of her Dillards bag. “ I bought you a little present for tonight’s festivities.” Frank hesitated at first but thought, “oh well I suppose I’d better play along. Besides a roll in the hay would be nice. One last time” Frank took the package and went down the hall towards the bedroom. Karen scooted over to the wet bar and made herself her customary vodka and tonic with a splash of grenadine and hid the glass under a towel near the sink. Frank checked her gun and put it under the pillow on the bed. He put on the pajamas grabbed a small vial and walked back into the living room where Karen was sitting on the couch with her legs up on the glass coffee table. She looked so beautiful. “Wow” said Karen, “ You look so continental” Karen loved silk on a man. Especially in the underwear department. She loved the feel of a man wrapped in silk. She knew the men loved that as well. Her thirst for blood led her to the white as she would see and savor the slowly growing pool of blood on the white silk. She remembered the first “accidental” shot she fired into Sam and a beautiful red flower soon surrounded the tiny hole. She remembered the look in Sam’s eyes as he realized she had shot him and felt a tinge of electricity flow throughout her body. She could barely wait to see Frank’s look. It would be much better because Frank was a large muscular chiseled and handsome man in very good shape. He would not go down easy and she loved that thought. “I’m going to pour us a drink baby” Frank said as he walked to the wet bar. With his back to Karen he poured her Vodka grenadine concoction and added six of the little pills. He was amused by the fact that Karen did not like ice in her drinks as the pills soon disappeared into the red liquid. As he poured himself a drink Karen got up and walked over to him . Coming up behind him she reached around and grabbed his chubby penis, which soon became like a rock in her tiny hands. She stroked him through the silk and felt his knees weaken as he leaned back into her breasts. “ Oh….you don’t want to mess up these new pajamas do you baby?’ Frank said as he poured himself a drink. “ No ..not yet” mused Karen. “But in due time they are going to be messed up more than you can imagine sweetheart” she thought . She slowly turned him around to face her and picked up her drink. She took a small sip and staring into his eye she moved to kiss him. She was beginning to seriously jerk him off now. She intended to bring him to the brink so he would not see her switch her drink behind his back. Karen trust her tongue deep into his mouth and could feel his body tremble as she stroked him harder stabbing him with her tongue and secretly wishing it were a knife. She remembered how easy it was to stab Sam. His dying body took the three stabs to the stomach like a champ taking punches from an inferior fighter. Sam’s body only jerked slightly with each thrust of the blade. As she replayed the scene with Sam in her mind she role played the action with her tongue and her hand, feeling his body jerk with each move. Karen was turned on by his reactions to her touch more than any other time as the movie played inside her head of Sam’s death throes. Frank’s breathing became shallow and deep and she knew he would explode in a few seconds so she quickly let go of him and backed away. Then she quickly grabbed and let go of his hungry penis again. His body jerked violently at her renewed touch. She had learned that trick from her older sister only this time it had the effect she could not separate from his body taking a bullet. “ You are such a friggin tease, baby” whimpered frank’ Come on finish me…finish me off” Those words sent chills down Karen’s spine. Karen switched the drinks behind his back and in full view of him she raised the glass to her lips and drank it all. Frank watched in amusement and anticipation. As she swallowed the drink she said. “ Oh Frank. I am going to finish you off. Don’t worry my big bad boy” Karen grabbed him again and felt his body shake. “I’m going to finish you off when I’m good and ready.” Karen moved behind the bar and made another drink for her self cleverly dumping the drink Frank made. She brought the fresh drink around the bar and grabbed Franks hand leading him into the bedroom. She pushed him back on the bed and sliding her hands down his body she bent over and slowly went to her knees. She kisses Franks hard **** through the silk and reached into the slit and pulled his **** out and took him deep into her mouth. Frank was caught off guard as he knew Karen hated blowjobs. She had had an unfortunate experience in her teen-age years with a boy and learned quickly how to satisfy a boy with her hands. Young teenage boys had no control and she could handle any situation with a good hand job. Karen became a hand job expert. She knew all the tricks. She knew the sexual experience was all about the visual, the oral and the physical. A blowjob is pretty much physical. She knew while she was jerking off a man how to arch her body just right and what to say to bring him to his peak as quickly or as slowly as she chooses. All without gagging on a rudely and insensitively plunging **** in her mouth. In this case she wanted Frank to be completely at ease. “Wow” said Frank, “Haven’t felt that in awhile.” Almost feeling remorse at the attempt to drug her. “Just a little reward’ Karen said as she pulled away. Karen stood up and stumbled back a touch. “Whew, I feel a little dizzy” she lied. “ I’m going to go to the bathroom a sec ok honey?” She grabbed her purse and walked slowly towards the bathroom. “You bet girl, I’ll be waiting for you right here.” As Karen left the room Frank reached under the pillow and grabbed the cold gun. He chambered a round and put the gun back under the pillow “It won’t be long now” he thought. Karen closed the door behind her and opened her purse. She turned on the water. Opening her purse she grabbed the .38 and tried to open it up to check how many shots were left. She fumbled with some latches and the gun opened up like a clam and out popped the cylinder the empty shells and live rounds fell to the floor. Karen picked up the debris and put them on the counter. She decided to put the empty shells back into the revolver. There were two live rounds left. She picked one up and looked at the small powerful piece of metal that would rip into a body ending a life. She then raised the bullet to her lips and kissed it leaving a small residue of lipstick on it. She put it into one of the two empty chambers and did the same with the last bullet, thinking about how it would soon be ripping into Frank’s body with her kiss of death leading the way. Karen snapped the chamber shut , put the gun back in her purse and went back to the bedroom where Frank was sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Are you ok baby?” Frank asked. “Yeah I just got a little light headed for a sec. I’m not feeling to well Frank but I want to take care of you.” “Ah baby, I want to make love to you. I need you.” “I'm sorry Frank. I’m just so tired. I think I’m coming down with something.” Karen stumbled a bit and Frank got up and took her in his arms leading her to the bed. Karen placed her purse on the nightstand. He pulled back the covers laid her down and slid in next to her. His hands slowly rubbed her belly and moved up just under her breasts and back down toward her pussy. “ No Frank, let me do you, please. I really don’t feel well.” Karen rolled Frank onto his back and began to kiss his chest as she gently took him in her hands through the slippery silk. His body jerked ever so slightly. She loved the feeling of a man getting hard in her hands. She loved the power over his physical body. “I'm going to make you scream in agony my Frank.” Karen said loving the irony. Karen reached in the nightstand for the oil she had made special for occasions like this. Squeezing a few drops in her hand she reached under Franks pants and grabbed him with her freshly oiled hand. Frank moaned with pleasure. His body was hypersensitive. She could feel him react to every small movement of her hand. She could make him jerk a couple inches off the bed when she wanted to. Her hand began the long slow strokes she would use to bring him to orgasm. The speed picked up as his body reacted. Karen would the stop and release him completely knowing when she touched him again his body would jerk as if a .45 caliber spurt from a Tommy Gun found it’s mark. Karen wanted to shoot him as he came but she also wanted him to think he was going to carry out his own plan with success so she decided to make him come and play along as long as she could. Frank was totally in another place as she stroked him and now was kissing him deeply, her breasts bouncing on his heaving chest. She reached in her purse for the gun with her free hand and put in under the covers near her hip. “Come on baby.” Karen cooed. “Come on, explode in my hands baby.” She was really stroking him now and could feel him getting ready to come. She began the short quick strokes she knew would do it and with a yell Frank pumped semen in his pants like a fire hose. His body was jerking with each spray. Karen could feel his **** pulsing it seemed forever. Finally he relaxed and after a few short spurts Frank was spent. “Oh man.” He said, “Karen you are the queen of hand jobs.” Karen said nothing, as she was fast asleep on her back. His limping **** was in her left hand and the .38 now in her right. Frank called out to her, Karen did not reply. Frank shook her and tried in vain to wake her.”Well I guess its time ‘. Frank thought as he reached under the pillow for the small gun. “It was gone.” He franticly swept his hand around while doing so he looked over at Karen who was now staring him in the eyes. “Looking for this baby?” she said as she pressed the cold steel of the .32 automatic into his body just below his belly button. Frank started to open his mouth when a muffled pop was heard under the covers. Franks body jerked as the small bullet tore into his body. Karen thought she shot him in the balls the way he yelled. “Aggggggggggghhhhaaaaaa, Oh no, Oh no”. Frank was panicking as the reality of what just happened set in. His adrenalin kicked in and his pain went away. Karen slid off the bed and stood up over the bed with the smoking gun in her small hand which moments earlier had given him so much pleasure. It was now going to cause him pain and ultimately death. She could see the small welling of blood staining the blanket. Frank pleaded “ Karen please no. What are you doing?” “I’m going to kill you Frank.” “Why?” “Who are you kidding Frank? You were going to drug me and kill me with this gun.” “How did you find out? ****! Sam told you. You are in this together! I'm such a fool.” Frank could not believe Sam would do this. “No Frank, Sam loved and trusted you. He was a good man to you although he was going to screw you as well but you don’t need the details anymore since you will soon get them in hell from Sam himself.” Frank could not believe what he was hearing. “You killed Sam?” “Yes my dear. If you really want to know I had to shoot him five or six times and I also stabbed him nine times. She remembered every plunge of the blade with remarkable detail. “He did not go down easily. Are you as tough Frank?” Karen reached under the covers and pulled out the .38. “With his own gun!” Frank had to do something. He began to sit up when Karen raised the .32 and squeezed the trigger . The small bullet pierced the comforter and missed Frank “Aggh” yelped Frank as the bullet lodged in the mattress. “Ok OK, What do you want Karen?” “I want you to suffer Frank. I want you to know I'm going to kill you. I want you to feel every bullet tear into your screaming body. Including the final one. I don’t think Sam felt the last one. I was pretty disappointed about that. I was having so much fun.” “You are sick Karen.” “No Frank I feel fine. I never did drink your concoction. NOW GET UP! “I can’t move baby.” Frank did not want her to know she missed with the second shot. The cover of the comforter was his only chance. “That’s too bad Frank. I was hoping for your ****! Get up blared Karen as she raised the gun pointing it at his balls now. Frank raised his hands and slid his legs off the bed throwing the covers back. Karen ‘s pussy tingled as she saw the small hole in his silk pajamas, a small trail of blood spread out near his balls. “Where is the second hole?” Karen thought as she did not want to waste any shots. Karen backed up to the dresser and put the .38 down. “Stand up Frank” Karen ordered. “Please Karen, please don’t.” “STAND UP.” She shouted. “Karen, look, I’ll give you anything. I’ll tell them it was an accident. A sex game gone bad. It’s not to late baby. I don’t want to die like this. Please.” Karen thought a moment then lowered the gun and walked toward Frank. “Ok Frank.” She said quietly. “Lets talk. Maybe you can talk me out of this” Karen walked slowly up to him looked him in the eyes and said, “I'm so sorry baby. I don’t know what came over me. I was so mad at Sam.” “I know” said Frank gliding his hand down her arm towards the gun. Karen parted her lips and pressed them into his as he grabbed her wrist and twisted it. “Owww” Karen yelped. By the time Frank realized she had switched the gun into her other hand it was too late. “Now it’s your turn to say owwww my baby,” Karen said as she pressed the gun deep into the muscular six-pack of his hard belly wondering how a small bullet will find its way past the stiffened wall of muscle to do its deed. and squeezed the trigger. The was a muted pop sound when Franks eyes opened as wide as she had ever seen them as the bullet tore into his stomach. “No problem” she thought aas the tiny bullet easily tore through his tight abs into his soft stomach.. His body jerked violently as he fell over forward grasping his stomach. “You never learn do you Frank.” Said Karen as she pulled Franks hair standing him up so she could see the damage. The white silk was now oozing blood around a small black hole.. “Awwwwwh, ohhhhhhh Aghh” whimpered Frank as he took gulps of precious last breaths of life preserving air..unknowingly useless to his body now. “I know baby. It will be over soon. I promise.” said Karen as she looked down at her new panties now splattered with tiny droplets of Frank’s blood. She was getting wet at the sight of Frank still standing with two bullets in him. She began to touch herself. Frank stared in disbelief as he watched her masturbate. She was breathing harder and close to her orgasm when she raised the gun slightly. “Oh no” Frank thought.”She is going to shoot me as she is coming.” Exactly what Karen was thinking as she flushed with excitement and screamed out. Frank began to turn to run to nowhere. She squeezed the trigger as she came over and over again. The first and second shots entered Frank’s body in his side one passing through his arm. She saw the small black holes turn red. Karen saw a yellow stain welling up down his leg. She knew he was in panic mode. His body jerked violently trying to reject the foreign projectiles from their marks. Frank fell back on to the bed as she continued to pull the trigger. The final rounds missing him as he fell back. The gun was empty. Karen stood over Frank, her own body shaking with the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm she ever experienced. The now hot and smoking gun at her side. Karen released the now useless gun to the floor. Frank was moaning as writhing on the bed as a couple of the bullets apparently found a most unwelcome home in his bleeding body. His breathing was shallow and deep. He was in great pain now and wanted it to end. He began screaming in pain.  “Please, Karen, finish me off. I can’t take it Uhhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhh…pleeeeass finish me .” Karen thought for a moment and decided he was right. Besides soon he would be waking up the neighborhood. Such a large strong man screaming like that, “Take it like a man FRANK” She yelled. She had come and really needed to get out of here before Sam’s body was discovered. But she wanted to experiment a bit first. “Ok my Frankie. I'm going to finish you off….soon” Karen got up and walked into the kitchen. She brought back an 8” steak knife. Frank saw the knife in her hand and tried to get off the bed but he could not move as quickly as Karen. She ran to the far side of the bed and sat down next to him. “Please Karen.. Nooooooo Use the .38. One in my head.” Pleeeeease baby Please he begged, “Now that wouldn’t be any fun.” said Karen as she plunged the knife into Franks chest pushing it to the hilt using both hands for the last three inches.. Frank barely mad a sound until she pulled it out. The new bloody slit in his chest was “breathing”. Frank began to choke on his blood from his punctured lung. He tried to scream but blood now flooded his vocal chords and loud gurgling is all that could be heard much to Karen’s delight. Karen made a mental note of all the biological reactions and observations for future reference. She then thrust the knife into his belly three times quickly.One, two, three and out,,,,,,,,, His body jerked slightly but other than that there was no reaction. His eyes rolled up and tried to say something. Karen knew she would have had to stab him before she shot him in order to understand that type of kill better. “Oh well, next time” she thought. Karen knew Frank was almost gone so she got up and grabbed the .38 off the dresser. She walked back to the bed. Frank was still breathing heavy as she put the gun to his head. She realized again…..for some unknown reason she could not shoot into a head. Passing his face she was going to find out where she became “comfortable” pulling the trigger. As the gun past his chin he opened his eyes wide and with one final muster of strength Frank tried to raise his arms to grab hers. Karen pulled the trigger “Click” She pulled the trigger again. “Click” Frank grabbed her hand and tried to put the gun to his own head As he got it ever so close, Karen aain pulled the trigger sending a kissed bullet into the front of his neck. His body nearly jerked a foot off the bed as the bullet smashed through his voice box and exiting out the back of his neck and into the pillow. Frank was completely paralyzed now and could only move his head. He was trying to say something but all that could be heard was a deep gurgling sound. He was gagging on his own blood. She methodically grabbed a pillow and once again placed it over his heart, pressed the gun into it and sent the final muffled shot and kissed bullet into his heart. Blood sprayed into her face as the bullet exploded his pounding heart. Karen remembered she used a pillow on Sam when she did him and took a mental note. With both guns empty now Karen decided it was time to leave the house. In fact she had to leave the country with the money Sam gave her and a number to a Swiss bank account. Karen was getting ready to take a shower when she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly threw on a robe and went down the hall. Looking through the peephole she saw a strapping young man standing holding a pizza. “****. Did Frank order a pizza while I was in the bathroom?” Karen’s mind was racing. Karen opened the door and noticed the Pizza boy looking her over from head to foot. His eyes opened wide as he aw her bloody feet. “ Karen saw what he saw and closed the door behind him. “You ok lady?” He asked as Karens robe opened revealing two soft blood spattered breasts. “Do I LOOK alright?.” Karen said I have just been attacked by a man. I think I killed him. Can you help me? The boy just stared at her bare bloodied breasts barely hearing a word. Karen walked into the bedroom. The carnage was shocking to her after the fact. The reality of her day was hitting her now. She killed two men brutally and in cold blood without remorse and was turned on by the whole thing both times. Then she saw the knife protruding from Frank’s abdomen and thought about what it would feel like and how would a young man’s body react to a stabbing. Karen was getting wet at the thought and walked over to the bed, grabbed the handle and pulled the knife out of Franks limp body. She wiped it off and slipped it into her thong above her small round ass. She then got a 20 dollar bill and walked back out into the living room where she saw a strangely horrified pizza boy not doing very much to hide his youthful excitement .  “You ok?” Karen asked as she moved toward him. He backed up to the door. He was flat against the door when Karen pressed her body into his. She could feel him already hard! “Wow these young ones are fast.” “Look lady, I’ll get help” He was shaking. “You blew it honey.” Thought Karen as she reached for the knife in her thong..  “ You want little pussy?.” Said Karen as she grabbed his ****. His reaction was swift. He grabbed her breasts in both hands. “please lady let me help you” Karen began stroking him harder and reached around her back for the knife. She knew he would come quickly and she was right. Before he had a chance to stop her he was cumming all over her belly. Flashing back to her youth she thought “Dammm that took all of 2 minutes”At that very moment she plunged the knife into his belly. He gasped for air as his eyes widened. His body reacted as if he were hit with a jolt of lightning. He was still cumming as she push the knife deeper into his body. He finally realized what was happening as he looked down at her hand holding the only visual part of the knife in his belly. Karen twisted the knife. The blood rushed past her hand and spilled to the floor. She must have hit an artery. She pulled the knife out and stood back watching blood actually spurt from the wound. She was getting aroused as he fell back against the door and slowly slid down to the floor in a sitting position. “No no, oh no” he was crying. Karen walked up to him and shoved his face into her pussy. “This what you want little boy?” she cooed as she grabbed the back of his head began violently rubbing his face in her pussy bringing herself to another orgasm. Karen started to scream in ecstasy as she came and fell forward towards the door. She held herself up with one hand on the door, looked down at his now bent forward and shaking body and stabbed him in the upper back back. He barely moved. Karen was disappointed in how quickly he died and reminded herself to read some anatomy books. She was totally spent. Karen thought if she stabbed him in the heart he would stop bleeding out so she kneeled down next to him, rolled him over and looked into his eyes, which were open and very unaware of his fate. He was dead alive.Karen put thr tip of the blade to the right of the left nipple and with both hands she plunged the knife into his chest, twisted it an pulled it out. No blood. Must have missed the heart.. Then incredibly he actually rolled back over and was trying to crawl away. Karen could not believe he was still able to move. She moved curiously with him about 5 feet along the floor as he tried to crawl. Finally tiring of the game Karen stabbed him in the back three times, rolled him over and stabbed him in the chest at least six more times until his body was still. He was dead but his body still reacted to the blade fooling Karen into thinking he was still alive “I don’t suppose there is such a thing as a quick and clean knife kill” Karen thought as she surveyed her latest deed. Karen walked over to the table where he had put the pizza and helped herself to a slice of pepperoni pizza. Later in the shower Karen reflected on her day as she watched the blood swirl down the shower drain. This morning she was another housewife. Now she is the cruelest of serial killers. Her taste for blood was only beginning. When Karen got out of the shower, she packed up some clothes, the guns, and a letter opener in the shape of a stiletto. “Her new sex toys” she thought as she left the apartment for the last time and headed for the airport. “Good-bye Sam. Good-bye Frank. Good-bye pizza boy. Hello to those men out there in the world right now who don’t yet know this woman. But will enjoy her then die by her little pleasure giving and ultimately life taking hands.” The thought sent chills down her spine. She could not wait……….. Last edited by kingfrog3, 6/23/2008, 7:01 am 6/23/2008, 7:00 am Send Email to kingfrog3   Send PM to kingfrog3 GreatCthulhu Registered user Global user Registered: 01-2008 Posts: 35 Karma: 1 (+1/-0) Reply | Quote Re: Kissing Bullets......a story of killing...1 Nice little story that - looking forward to any future parts you add to the board. 6/26/2008, 11:45 pm Send Email to GreatCthulhu   Send PM to GreatCthulhu Blog Add a reply Link to us   -  Blogs   -  Hall of Honour   -  Chat You are not logged in (login)      Board's time is: 11/27/2009, 12:33 am