Teela Teela stood there surveying the scene. She was a petite blonde with long thin legs, small perky breasts and an all over tan. Her face was thin and angularly beautiful and, her lips were plump in that bee stung way, ideal for giving blowjobs a skill she particularly good. She wore a sheer white opaque business blouse which allowed admirers to see her black lacy bra underneath. Her thin high arched feet were encased in classic black heeled stilettoes. A classy black pencil skirt hugged her hips, bottom and the top of her legs. Teela’s legs were bare despite the freezing cold weather and they showed off her full deep tan to a dazzlingly sexy effect. She had in fact a good reason for not wearing any hose it was the same reason she was also not wearing any panties. The reason for her going ‘commando’ was lying in front of her, facedown, naked and dead but still warm. From his mouth her black panties were visible. He had been willingly eating them before he died. Wrapped tightly round his neck were her black sheer pantyhose. To the left of his bare backside was a pool of his cum staining the carpet. The middle of his back right on his spine contained a round red mark about the size of a tin lid. Between his broad shoulders a business card had been deliberately placed it read, ‘Deadlier than the Male Inc. - Killing with joy and giving joy whilst killing!’ Deadlier than the Male Inc. was a female assassination bureau and Teela was one of their top operatives. It specialised in eliminating its targets by using their sexual fetishes to disarm and ultimately kill them. After every kill the sexy assassin left the organisation’s calling card featuring that amusing but accurate tagline Teela surveyed her victim. It had been an easy kill she had totally beguiled him before administering her coup de grace. She knew nothing about why he had to die or who he was but she did know he had a massive fetish for female feet, used pantyhose and panties. Teela knew this because of the job file she had been sent. These files contained photos of the proposed victim, information on where to find them and most importantly of all an exhaustive list of every sexual pervy kink they had. Teela loved her job, she relished planning her prey’s demise with some ingenious and kinky way and she loved the kill. She had met him in the bar of the hotel he was staying at. She had initially entrapped him by sitting on a barstool, long legs on show and dangling one of her high heels. He clocked her immediately unable to take his eyes of her shapely hose clad legs and her small perfect high arched feet. Her dangling had made him stiff. Sure of himself he approached his nemesis, like a moth to a flame. Teela smiled inwardly to herself, her unsubtle dangling bait had been amazingly effective, and the lamb was already in the wolf’s lair! She teased him further, constantly brushing down her skirt, crossing and uncrossing her legs to ensure the moth got an eyeful of the flame. He was totally entranced and hypnotised by her sexiness. Let me make him wriggle on that hook a little more, she thought to herself. With that she popped off her shoe, it dropped to the floor. Immediately without asking he dropped to floor picked up the discard shoe and took a sly inhalation hoping she hadn’t seen him. The hugely experienced Teela had of course taken note of his secret sniff! He then gently replaced her shoe onto her sheer foot. She pointed and arched her foot to assist him and noticed how close his nose and mouth got to her foot and heel. So close that he must have been able to smell her foot and shoe scent. She had worn the tights all day and the shoes were an old pair with battered inners so she knew they were ripe with pheromones and her aroma! So close in fact he could have almost tasted her. Teela then took direct control suggesting that they go to his room so they could get more acquainted. On arrival at his suite she immediately started to disrobe. First her skirt then her blouse standing in front of him in her black bra, black tights, black panties and black heels. He in turn didn’t need to be ask and stripped at the same time. He chose to have no half way house and stood in front of her totally naked with a rock hard erection. She turned her back on him wiggled her ass and started to unclasp her lacy bra. She pulled it off and held it aloft still with her back turned to him. She then turned around in a flash to face him. At the same time tossing her bra at his face. The double whammy of seeing her petite perfect tits and her warm bra in his face caused his cock to twitch. He kissed the inside of her warm cups and inhaled the scent of them deeply. MMmmmm! Perfume and the scent of woman! God he wanted her! Teela continued to play him like a fish on a hook. She made him sit on the floor and watch her. She tantalisingly removed her hose, in a slow and painfully teasing way. She removed one shoe then rolled one leg of her tights down her leg in a mesmerising sexy way. She pointed her toes in order to flip of the last bit of nylon. She knew this teasing would drive her victim wild and further intoxicate him and make him lose any sense for his safety or any sense of reason. She had made him put his brain totally in his cock and balls! He begged her to let him kiss and lick her discarded shoe and eventually she granted him permission. He devoured it with relish and whilst he did she stroked his head with her bare foot. She put it near his mouth and without asking he started to lick her naked foot. It tasted of fresh warm and sweet sweat. She moved her foot around his face and his tongue followed like a cobra following a snake charmer’s pipe. She watched carefully as he got further entwined in her web. She notice the quiver of his dick, a sure sign that he had nothing more on his mind but her naked body and her feet and hose ! She kicked off her other shoe and this time chose to whip off her other tight leg quickly. She put them by her side. Her victim moved towards the pantyhose. ‘Tut! Tut! Not yet!’ she said whilst at the same time wagging her in a chastising finger at him. Still sat on the floor she wriggled her bottom and started to ease off her small black knickers. She pushed them down her hips, down and over her bent knees then onto her toes. Tipping them off one foot so they were left on just one foot hanging from her big toe. She swayed them like a pendulum and watched his hypnotised eyes track their movement. Then in a blink of an eye she flicked them off her big toe towards the soon to be slaughter lamb. He grasped them feverishly and began to deeply inhale their womanly aroma. Like her panties Teela had worn these tights for over a day even sleeping in them so the aroma was pungent all done especially for this assignment. She had pleasured herself whilst wearing them so she knew they would have a rich deep sexy aroma. Clearly they had given the moans her victim was making. Teela decided it was time to finish the job. Whilst he enjoyed her smalls she moved from a sitting position to one of all fours, like a crouching tiger. She held her fermented pantyhose and began shake them as if beckoning a puppy to come to her. Like the dog he was the victim made tracks towards his Mistress and her pantyhose. ‘Here boy, here boy’ she cooed. He came to heel at his mistress’s side and she rewarded him by letting him sniff her tights. As he sniffed her tights she noticed he had retrieved her panties. She picked them up took the tights from his face and in two quick movements stuffed her soiled knickers into his wide open mouth almost instantaneously she put her nylon cover hand on his hard cock and began to stroke it. He was now totally trapped. He gave stifled moans through his knicker filled mouth as she stroked his cock with long gentle teasing strokes which saw her scrap his balls with her nails with each stroke. The sensual nature of the nylon and nails on his dick and balls paralysed him with pleasure. Then she sped up and he gasped and gagged with pleasure. He writhed with the playful nature of her expert touch. He could think of nothing else but his coming orgasm, he was so enthralled that he shut his eyes. Teela saw her chance, now her prey was totally helpless she struck mercilessly. Whipping the nylons from his cock in one lightening move she looped them round his neck and pulled them tight. Next she pushed her panties further into his mouth so they lodged at the back of his throat. Before he could sense the danger her hand was back on his cock to continue the milking. Whilst she milked him she twisted her nylons round his neck tighter and tighter. She was a strong woman, stronger than she looked but he was a big man so to give herself extra purchase to tighten the death noose she place her knee in the middle of his spine and continued to twist. The key to the kill was now much her wanking of his cock would disable and distracted him. This was Teela’s real skill, she was brilliant at giving hand jobs and knew now to pleasure each man she met very quickly, based purely on their responses to her touch. She was giving her victim a bespoke wank! This guy like the tip of his cock wanked by her thumb and two of her fingers. He wasn’t into a whole hand jerk. Her expert wanking response had the desired effect and totally disabled her prey. He knew he was in danger his eyes were bulging he couldn’t breathe but god that felt good! Suddenly he exploded his cock quivering as it pumped spunk out. He writhed but it didn’t affect Teela and her goal. As he came she took full advantage of him being unable to control his body. She moved her wanking hand back to the torque and with one last effort and her knee hard in his back she chocked the last breath from his body. He gave a last death rasp through his panty filled mouth and fell forward towards the floor, cock still oozing cum as he hit the floor stone dead! She stared at her day’s work, a big man with a foot and tights fetish had met his end but he had enjoyed his death and so had she! She wiped her spunk covered hand on the panties protruding from his mouth. Then she picked up her clothes and began to get dressed. First her bra then her blouse then she wiggled into her skirt, pushing it round her stick thin waist 180 degrees once she had done it up to make sure the split was in the right place. Finally she slipped her heels onto her bare feet. She check herself in the full length mirror, made a few minor adjustments to her blouse and skirt. Time to go she though, oops, not quite and with that she dropped the calling card onto his still warm but lifeless body. She turned on her heels and exited the room. Mission accomplished!