He reached into the left pocket of his black trench coat with the right pocket ripped open and pulled out a sale flyer with women's sale items. He looked at the advertisement that read "Size 6 narrow three inch peep toe dress heels. Slightly worn to the office and home. Twenty five dollars. Jen xxx-xxxx."
Putting the dime into the pay phone slot he dialed the number with his left hand, while slowly rubbing his condom covered cock with his right.
"Hello," he heard a soft female voice.
"Hi," he said "I'm calling about your ad regarding the three inch peep toe pumps. Do you still have them?"
"Yes I do," the soft female voice said. "Are these for your wife?"
Billy breathed "They're for my daughter. I like to see her in sheer stockings and heels."
Billy got a great sensation in his cock when he said this. It implied an incestuous relationship.
Jen seemed a bit taken back. "How old is your daughter?"
she ventured.
Billy replied, "Twelve." His cock was slowly building up to a climax.
"Is this a joke?" Jen said.
This was the coup de grace that would bring him to orgasm. "Look Jen, may I call you Jen?" He said breathlessly "I am willing to pay double your asking price if I can come over and watch you put them on and model them for me. Triple if I can take Polaroid's of it."
This must have stunned Jen as there was no reply.
Quickly Billy said as he started climaxing and filling the condom, "I will give you a hundred dollars if you let me kiss and suck your toes while you are wearing them."
"Click" went the receiver.
But Billy wasn't satisfied. "Too bad he didn't have her address," he thought. He would love to mail her his sperm filled condom.
He waited a few minutes while he was coming down from the euphoria of his climax and put in another dime and re-dialed her number. Not expecting her to answer he heard the receiver pick up with no answer. Figuring it was her he said, "Jen honey, if you give me your address I will mail you my freshly filled condom."
"Pig," he heard her say as she slammed down of the receiver.
"Wow," he thought "Somehow I have to find out where this broad lives."
He knew he could make his voice sound female but he would have to wait at least a week to make the next call. And that call would be legit in the fact the he would offer to buy the shoes and she would have to give him her address for him pick them up. Then she would be his for the taking.
A week later
Billy got out of bed and dressed in his shorts and tee shirt. He hadn't taken a shower in a few days but that was the way he liked it. It had been a week since he called that woman Jen about her heels so he decided he would see if he could get her.
He spent a half hour practicing his female voice. When he felt he sounded like a woman he got into his car to find a quiet phone booth.
He dialed Jen's number and she answered on the fourth ring. "Hello," he said in a womanly voice after Jen answered. "I was wondering if you still had the shoes you had advertised in the seller sheet."
Jen answered cautiously, "Yes I do."
Billy wondered if she surmised it was him again but he continued. "I am looking for a nice pair to wear to a wedding; is twenty five dollars a set price?"
Jen answered, "Well I have had them in the paper for a few weeks so I guess I could sell them for twenty dollars. They are really very nice I have only worn them occasionally."
"Excellent!" replied Billy. "When would be a good time for me to stop over and pick them up."
"After dinner tonight is good. My husband will be home."
"That sounds fine," He mouthed. "What a stupid bitch," he thought "She just told me she was home alone. How about sevenish?" He interjected quickly.
"That would be great," Jen said. "My address is 36788 Old Lake Lane."
"Excellent, I will see you then."
"You fucking bitch," thought Billy, as he hung up the phone and wrote down her address. "You're fucking mine now."
Billy waited a couple of hours and then called Jen back. "I'm sorry," he whined, "I won't be able to get there this evening. My car started giving me issues and I had to drop it off at a service station. I will call you when I am able to come by hopefully you will still have them."
"Jen replied,"I will hold them for you."
"Thank you," Billy replied and hung up.
He figured it was time to go check out her house and see if she very well did have a husband. If so he would have to plan around him.
The next day he called Jen using his feminine voice and told her he could come over in the afternoon. He knew from watching the house that her husband worked during the day and wouldn't be home.
She was hesitant but Billy told her it was the only time he could come. Because she actually sounded like a woman Jen agreed. Actually the phone booth Billy used was only a couple of blocks from her house so he could get there quickly and watch for a bit to make sure her old man didn't come home.
Twenty minutes later, dressed as a middle aged woman, Billy knocked on her side door. The anticipation was already making him hard with his cock pushing against his pantyhose. He liked the feel of that.
Jen opened the door to let him in. He had already decided he was going to have her no matter what she looked like.
She wasn't half bad but not quite as he pictured her in his mind. She was a brunette about early fifties wearing a blue paisley like top and loose black slacks. But he did notice she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Come in," she said and turned around so he could follow her up the three steps into her kitchen.
Billy was shaking both in anticipation and a bit frightened as this would be his first criminal offense.
He had always had fantasies of forcing a woman but now he might actually do it. As she walked up the steps he stared at her ankles noticing that she was wearing black flats. As his vision moved up her legs he checked out her ass. In his mind he knew that in a while his cock might very well be deep in that ass.
Moving into the kitchen he noticed she had the peep toe shoes resting on a newspaper on the kitchen table.
She turned around, pointing to them, and said, "These are the shoes. As you can see they are in very good shape."
Billy asked, "Are these your shoes or are you selling them for someone else?"
"No," she replied, "They are mine but I don't need them any longer since I quit working."
Billy looked at the shoes and then down at her feet stating,"I'll bet they looked beautiful on you."
Jen seemed to get a little apprehensive "Well, do you want them?" She asked.
For Billy it was do or die; he had to make a decision. He could give her the twenty bucks and walk out with the shoes and not have to worry about going to jail or he could finally make his fantasies become reality. His face was made up so well that she probably would not be able to identify him if he even allowed her to live.
He stammered, "Could I see what they look like on you?" As he said this the decision was no longer his as his normal voice accidently came out.
Jen stiffened a bit and her jaw dropped.
In the same instant Billy grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down into a kitchen chair.
"Oh my God," she exclaimed "It's you."
Billy reached into his rape bag conveniently disguised as a handbag and pulled out a knife. Pointing it at her face he said, "Yeah it's me and you're going to do what I tell you to do."
"Please," she whined "Just take the shoes and leave."
"No bitch, you are going to put on a nice pair of pantyhose and model them for me. Then I want a fucking blowjob and I will be gone."
