Sleeping Beauties Ch. 05

Silvia pushed Bonny into the stall and slammed the door shut.

Before Bonny could speak Silvia pressed her lips against Bonny's and kissed her, deeply and intensely. Bonny was surprised at first and then she opened her mouth and put her arms around Silvia and pressed her body against hers.

Silvia pushed Bonny away and pinned her to the wall, then she dropped to her knees and lifted Bonny's skirt. Bonny was wearing holdup stockings and flimsy pink panties. Silvia pulled the panties aside and put her mouth on Bonny's shaven cunt. She tasted pungent, with a lingering flowery scent of feminine hygiene product. Silvia slid her tongue inside Bonny's labia and began to lick.

Bonny gasped and threw back her head.

Silvia lapped at Bonny's sex and Bonny's juices began to flow; she used the tip of her tongue on Bonny's clitoris the way she knew Bonny liked and was rewarded with a whinnysome sigh. Bonny rested her hands on Silvia's head and encouraged her to lap at her sensitive nubbin and lick her delicate coral pink lips, she entwined her fingers in Silvia's hair as her orgasm wracked her.

Silvia wasn't finished.

She stood up and kissed Bonny passionately and Bonny tasted her quim on Silvia's breath. Silvia unbuckled her belt and dropped her pants; she guided Bonny's hand to her pubis and Bonny rubbed Silvia through her satin panties, feeling the warmth and the wetness.

Silvia emitted a throaty growl and thrust her hand inside Bonny's panties and worked her fingers into her sodden minge. Bonny reciprocated, opening the folds of Silvia's vagina and thrusting two fingers inside her and stroked her clitoris with her thumb.

The two women worked on each other, rubbing and thrusting with their fingers, bringing each other to climax, they pressed their bodies together and moaned into each other's mouths, their lips crushed together, both of them shuddering, arching up on their heels at the pinnacle of their orgasms.

Bonny was still shaking when Silvia drew away from her and pulled up her pants.

"That was a sympathy fuck for old time's sake, now move on and find another woman," Silvia said and opened the door and exited the stall.

The waitress was standing outside near the hand-basins looking stunned.

"That's how you do the house grind bitch!" Silvia spanked the waitress on her ass and traipsed out of the restroom.

*****

SLEEPING BEAUTIES MURDERED BY SERIAL KILLER

Three attractive single women in their thirties have been murdered in their own residences by a man this reporter is calling the Sleeping Beauty Killer, a serial killer who incapacitates women, dresses them in sexy lingerie and repeatedly assaults them before killing them.

Reminiscent of Albert DeSalvo, otherwise known as the Boston Strangler, the killer ingratiates himself into his victim's residences before rendering them senseless using a chemical concoction and then repeatedly rapes them over a period of twelve or so hours after dressing them in slinky panties, brassiere, stockings and high heels.

The perpetrator, possibly employed in the medical profession, is described as tall and handsome in his late thirties or early forties and pictured in the identikit picture accompanying this story.

The Balwyn Homicide Division, who appear to be stymied despite claiming to be following several promising leads, have advised women in the victims age profile to be very careful and request that anyone with any information they think might be useful to come forward to the Balwyn City PD.

Penelope read the story word for word to Silvia and Bradley who were working with her in the syndicate room.

"Jeeze that bitch sure holds a grudge, saying we are stymied," Penelope said.

"And what's the bullshit comparing him to the Boston Strangler?"

"Did you do something to antagonise her?"

"On the contrary; I was very polite and accommodating," Silvia replied, not looking up from the copy of the newspaper on her desk.

"Someone is definitely leaking information but not the key elements that we are deliberately withholding; I never told Bonny that he keeps them alive for twelve hours or more."

The door to the syndicate room opened and Gary Rasmussen poked his head around the door.

"Put on your best suit and whitest shirt tomorrow Agent Wilson. You're up next with Meadow Dupree from Fox News at eight am. The networks are all over this shit. Make the most of it. See if we can snag a lead or two."

"Keep your wits about you, she's like a shark with blood in the water and not averse to using her tits and ass to trap unwary dupes and trick them into saying something they shouldn't," Gary chuckled.

"Do you even know what the word misogynist means?" Silvia shook her head.

"Hey Bickle, how do you know when a woman is about to say something smart? When she starts her sentence with, 'A man once told me...'" Gary laughed and closed the door quickly just before Silvia's low-heel crashed into it.

*****

"Meadow Dupree is quite the dish," Penelope teased Bradley when they got home to her apartment.

Bradley pulled Penelope into his arms.

"You're the only dish I'm interested in," he touched her face and then he kissed her.

"Dinner or bed first?" Penelope said; a mischievous grin on her face.

"Can we have dinner in bed?" Bradley went along with the joke.

"Yeah, we can eat in bed. Not sure it will involve any food though," she squeezed his erection through his pants.

"You keep doing that and you might get a creamy dessert before you have had your entrée," he grinned.

Bradley put his hand under Penelope's skirt. She'd freed her genitals in the car on the way home. He stroked her hard cock through her satin panties.

"I think I'll take some meat with my appetiser," Penelope grinned back at him and began to walk backwards towards the bedroom still locked in Bradley's embrace.

She felt the back of her legs bump into the base of the bed and Bradley pushed her and she fell back on the bed, arms and legs akimbo.

"Let me at least get undressed," Penelope giggled.

"Sorry I want my appetiser right now," Bradley laughed and dived on top of her.

Penelope pretended to fight Bradley, wriggling underneath him as he pinned her down, he pushed his pants to his knees and freed his cock, but as soon as she felt his hard penis pressing on her thigh she opened her arms and held him close, kissing him passionately.

Penelope lifted her buttocks off the bed so Bradley could hike up her skirt.

"This would be a lot easier if you just let me get undres... oh Jesus!" she sighed as Bradley eased aside her panties and slid himself inside her all the way.

Penelope hung onto him, her arms around his neck and her stocking-sheathed legs around his waist as he fucked her with long slow strokes. They kissed, exploring their mouths with their tongues. Penelope broke the kiss briefly.

"I'm going to ruin this suit," she gasped.

"Shut up. I'll buy you a new one," Bradley lowered his face to hers again and began to fuck her harder and faster.

His big cock found her special place and she felt her orgasm build as his bulbous glans pushed on it. Penelope was fully erect and throbbing inside her silky panties, Bradley put his hand between their bodies and squeezed it and pushed himself all the way inside her and ground against her.

Bradley felt Penelope's cock palpitate as a puddle of hot semen soaked through her satin panties. He came with her, his cock pulsating as he ejaculated inside her tight anus, Penelope used her anal muscles to milk him of every drop while he expressed every scintilla of sperm from her aching cock.

Penelope drove her tongue deep into Bradley's mouth and crossed her ankles behind his back as she rose up off the bed and pressed her buttocks into his groin. She wanted every millimetre of his flesh inside her and Bradley wanted it too, thrusting himself hard against her, his cock convulsing as he spent the last of his seed deep inside her anus.

"Jeeze that was intense!" Penelope gasped, still coming down from her orgasmic high.

Bradley began to nuzzle Penelope's neck, his cock still buried in her anus leaking the last droplets of his spend.

"Get off me," Penelope pushed on Bradley's chest.

He looked a little hurt.

"Seriously, get off me. If I can get this skirt off without getting any cum on it I can save this suit," Penelope groused.

Bradley slowly withdrew his penis from Penelope's anus and pushed her panties back in place to soak up some of the semen that was dripping from her sphincter. He got off the bed and carefully tucked himself away ensuring he didn't get any sperm on his pants or suit jacket.

Penelope still lay on the bed and she pushed her high heels into the coverlet, arching her back so she could shuck out of her skirt, trying to keep it away from the mess in her panties. She was partially successful but did get a silvery trail of semen on the lining.

She tossed her skirt on the floor and sat up to remove her jacket and blouse.

"I told you it would have been a lot easier if you just let me undress," she said, gingerly sliding her cum-soaked panties down her legs.

She threw them at Bradley but he caught them easily one-handed.

"Can I keep them?" he grinned at her, he was now fully naked except for his sox.

"No!" she griped.

Penelope was also naked except for her bra and stockings.

Bradley tossed aside the panties and fell on her.

"Can I keep you then," he smiled lovingly into her face.

Penelope frowned.

"What does that mean?" she hissed.

"You know what it means," he softly kissed her cheek.

"Why are you complicating things?" Penelope sighed.

"Because I love you," Bradley looked deeply into Penelope's radiant green eyes.

Penelope rolled out from under him and he made no attempt to stop her.

"That's the second time you've said that," she said, unclipping her brassiere.

"It's the second time I've meant it," Bradley was lying on his side, his head propped up by his elbow.

"Well stop saying it," Penelope was standing awkwardly one-legged as she rolled down a stocking.

Penelope began to gather her clothing off the floor.

"Is it too early in our relationship?" Bradley got off the bed.

He followed Penelope to the bathroom where she sorted through her clothes, putting her panties, nylons and bra into a lingerie bag which she tossed along with her blouse into the washing basket. She took a damp cloth and wiped at the semen that had stained the black satin lining of her skirt. She hung it inside-out on a hanger to dry and hung up the jacket beside it.

"Are you going to answer me?" Bradley was getting heated.

"Men look silly when they are naked but still wearing sox," she brushed passed him and went to kitchen, taking a silk robe from the back of the bathroom door as she went.

Penelope slipped into the robe. Bradley caught her and held her by her elbows.

"So you don't love me?" he gazed into her eyes.

"I don't know what I feel for you. This is more than just a roll in the hay; we have a real connection, but I'm not sure that it's love," Penelope sighed.

"I am," Bradley said determinedly.

"I think you are using me to replace Kerry, is what I think," Penelope stepped back from him.

For the first time Penelope saw anger in Bradley's face.

"No one can replace Kerry. But people move on. When loved ones pass it hurts like hell and you think the pain will never stop but it does. You never forget the ones you love but somehow you make room for other people to enter your life," Bradley whispered.

"Don't forget to feed your unicorn when you get back to the hotel," Penelope said sarcastically.

"You are such cynic Penelope. Why can't you believe that you can get over Randy Cody and make room for someone else in your heart," Bradley beseeched her.

"You don't talk about Randy Cody to me," Penelope's face was twisted with anger.

"So you don't love me. Ok. Are you going to keep treating your pain with booze? Are you going to keep trying to forget him by fucking any loser with a cock?" Bradley said bitterly and immediately regretted it.

The slap was a roundhouse wallop and it rocked Bradley on his heels.

He rubbed his face; his eyes were tearing up with the pain. He took one last look at Penelope and then went back into the bedroom to dress.

Bradley walked past her without saying a word and slammed the door behind him.

Penelope collapsed on the floor and sobbed.

*****

Felicity Kendal sat glued to the TV set watching the pretty little thing dressed in the short-skirted, powder-blue power-suit. She had a flicked-out blonde bob, a red lipstick blow-job pout, beautiful blue eyes, long legs and big tits on a skinny frame. Felicity hated her as soon as she saw her, everything about the reporter screamed fake. Fake tits, fake lips, fake hair, even a fake name... who the fuck calls their kid Meadow Dupree? But Felicity watched the woman report her story about the Sleeping Beauty Killer who was active in the small city of Balwyn Texas.

Meadow Dupree was interviewing a handsome FBI agent who was describing the killer's modus operandi. The killer sought out attractive women in their thirties who lived alone, drugged them so they couldn't move, dressed them in fetish lingerie and kept them captive while he repeatedly assaulted them and then killed them. He had killed three women so far that they knew of.

'Police suspect that the perpetrator is a doctor, a nurse, or some other medical professional, maybe a pharmacist or a chemical engineer.'

'He's late thirties, early forties, tall and good looking.'

'Here is the identikit picture released by Balwyn PD.'

The network bought up two sketches of a man who could be almost anyone.

'Anyone who has any information or believe that they recognise the suspect or his MO should contact Balwyn PD on the number displayed at the bottom of the screen.'

'Women who fit the profile should be very careful and ensure that they get home safely, particularly at night, preferably accompanied by someone they trust and should not open their doors to strange men.'

The pretty reporter finished her précis and questioned the handsome agent for a while longer but nothing new was revealed.

Felicity reread the article in the Houston Chronicle which she had open on the coffee table in front of her. On the third page Bonny Mendelsohn's Sleeping Beauty story was printed verbatim.

Michael Kendal was watching the news in his hotel room and he grinned. The dumb coppers had appealed to the public, confirming to him that they had no idea of his identity. He was pleased with the notoriety, it might make finding future victims a little harder but he liked the hunt. Besides, women were basically stupid, they were good for one thing and most weren't good at that until he tamed them with his drugs.

He got a nice surprise when he arrived home two days later.

Felicity was sending the girls out on a sleepover she'd told him during their last phone call. They would have the house to themselves all night.

She met him at the door already dressed in the sexy lingerie and high heels that he liked and had put on her slut makeup and reeked of Poison. She wriggled her bottom as she preceded him up the stairs to their bedroom and sat on the bed waiting for him to undress.

"Is it you?" she whispered.

Michael turned towards her, naked and erect.

"Is what me?" he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Are you the Sleeping Beauty Killer? I don't mind if you are. I hope you are. Those stupid sluts deserved what they got."

"The man who does those things is very bold, resourceful and powerful; the kind of man who would look after his wife and his children but remove hussies and women of low morals from the earth."

"Look what my thinking about you being that man has done to me," she lay back and lewdly opened her legs and he could see the wet patch spreading in the transparent gusset of her white nylon panties.

"Here let me do what you like; I'll shut up now," She lay back with her legs open and her arms by her side and stared at him.

She didn't move her head just followed him with her eyes as he climbed on the bed. She didn't make a sound as he pulled aside her panties and slammed his phallus into her. She remained silent as she immediately orgasmed but Michael could see it in her eyes. She orgasmed again when he ejaculated inside her after fucking her hard for only one minute.

"Ok honey," he said the magic words that allowed her to move and speak.

"No. I want it again," she looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.

She became rigid and silent and he entered her again, this time fucking her for ten minutes before he climaxed; she came with him, remaining silent but her eyes burned with lust.

"Ok honey," he dismounted, his cock still erect and dripping.

"Can you do it to me sometime?" she got to her knees and embraced her husband.

"Do what?" he glared at her.

"You know what. Do what you do to those women. Make me almost lifeless but still able to feel and see what you are doing to me."

"I never admitted to being him," he glared at her.

"It's you. I know it is and I love you even more for it," she kissed his cheek softly.

"If it was me, shouldn't you be scared that I might kill you too?" he murmured.

"But if you wanted to do that you would have done it already. I'm here with you alone, defenceless. I live to adore you, you know that. You are a powerful man and I'm a weak woman, I wouldn't fight you."

Michael turned to face her and suddenly closed his hands around her throat; his fingers gripped her neck tightly. Felicity said nothing. She raised her head a little exposing her neck even more while she stared at him with adoration in her eyes.

He dropped his hands.

"Do you really want to know what it's like to lie there helpless, unable to move or talk while a man defiles you?" he searched her eyes.

She nodded enthusiastically.

"Wait here. Lie on the bed like I've taught you to do. There will be a little prick and then you will feel a big prick," he grinned at her mirthlessly.

He left her lying there while he went down to his car to get his rape kit.

To be continued