Even about to die, I could appreciate my killer. The magnificent Asian assassin. Athletic, curvy, beautiful, dangerous. Sheathed in spiked heels and stunning leather that accented her skin to perfection. Eyes disdainful and cruel, as if I’d no right to gaze upon her. Sumptuous lips drawn in a cold sneer, she oozed both sensuality and lethality. Made to strip for her ruthless pleasure, shivering against the wall of my hotel suite, my engorged member bobbing vulnerably between my thighs, I raised my hands above my head and pleaded for mercy, my only hope. “Please. Don’t do this. I beg you. Please.” She scoffed as she lowered the silenced PPK. “Sorry, Kevin. Nothing personal. Just business.” She was so striking, so stylish, so relentlessly domineering, that when the first shot took me in the abdomen, I ejaculated violently. “Oh God,” I moaned. With the second shot, I ejaculated again. “It hurts so bad. Please, No more. Have mercy.” She only smiled savagely, enjoying my pain, terror and humiliation, relishing it like a fine red wine. The third shot found my chest, and I was knocked on my back. I came a third time, more forcefully than before. She stood over me and looked down. I could only whimper as she said, “It was a pleasure killing you, Kevin. I’ll remember this always.” Then she put one between the eyes. The killing shot.
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Anonymous Assassin
Dec 01, 2024
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OMG... Kevin, I would sob for this beautiful death, like La Pieta 😱
Even about to die, I could appreciate my killer. The magnificent Asian assassin. Athletic, curvy, beautiful, dangerous. Sheathed in spiked heels and stunning leather that accented her skin to perfection. Eyes disdainful and cruel, as if I’d no right to gaze upon her. Sumptuous lips drawn in a cold sneer, she oozed both sensuality and lethality. Made to strip for her ruthless pleasure, shivering against the wall of my hotel suite, my engorged member bobbing vulnerably between my thighs, I raised my hands above my head and pleaded for mercy, my only hope. “Please. Don’t do this. I beg you. Please.” She scoffed as she lowered the silenced PPK. “Sorry, Kevin. Nothing personal. Just business.” She was so striking, so stylish, so relentlessly domineering, that when the first shot took me in the abdomen, I ejaculated violently. “Oh God,” I moaned. With the second shot, I ejaculated again. “It hurts so bad. Please, No more. Have mercy.” She only smiled savagely, enjoying my pain, terror and humiliation, relishing it like a fine red wine. The third shot found my chest, and I was knocked on my back. I came a third time, more forcefully than before. She stood over me and looked down. I could only whimper as she said, “It was a pleasure killing you, Kevin. I’ll remember this always.” Then she put one between the eyes. The killing shot.