Contract Hit Man 8 - Sex Stories

Contract Hit Man 8

... “Yes, but I wasn’t engaged to a wonderful man a few hours ago. Come here I want to celebrate by having your big dick in my happy pussy.” I smiled at her enthusiasm and the beauty of her body. I undressed, walked to the bed, grabbed her by the ankles, and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. I spread her legs wide. “Alright Mrs. Bradford, is this what you want?” I slid my cock slowly deep into her tube. “Oh, Mr. Bradford, Thank you for that incredible dick of yours. Tommorow, I’m going to stop taking my birth control pills. I want to get pregnant and have your son.” I looked down at the beautiful, voluptuous blonde, thinking not about the pleasured my staff was receiving buried in her slot but the joy I’d receive when the leaders of the Outfit were dead. I smiled and said, “I’m going to fuck you until you tell or beg me to stop..” “That’ll ever never happen,” she giggled. I rolled her onto her back and drilled her like the pistons of an NASCAR race car. It looked as though I was doing push-ups in her canal. Her fabulous tits flopped up and down like flags blowing in a tornadic wind. Ayana groaned, “Aaaugh, oh Dale.” I didn’t stop, but the friction between my hardness and her softness was driving me to an orgasm. “Aaaugh, oh god, you win, fuck me, come in me!” We came together in the joy of an ejaculation and the convulsions of a climax. I remained in her as she milked me dry. “Dale that was wonderful, but you’ve worn me out and I need to sleep. Wake me in an hour of two and ...

... fuck me again.” She was soon asleep. * * * When she was in deep sleep, I got up, showered, and dressed in a black sweat suit and black slippers. Going to the closet, I found my suitcase and removed five packages of plastic dynamite. I sat in the bathroom until two thirty a. m. Looking over my rough drawing of the room in which the leaders of the outfit met. At three a. m., I slipped out of the room and stood quietly in the hallway. The house was quiet and dimly lit by the light of the moon. Creeping in a crouch, I moved down the hallway, and step by step went down the stairs to the first floor. Waiting a few minutes, I slithered along the walls until I reached my destination. The room was pitch black. With a small flashlight held in my mouth, I moved to the table in the center of the room and applied a package of plastic explosive. Being sure the five chairs were perfectly placed, I carefully put them in a perfect pentagon around the circular table. Cautiously, I moved to one of the four weight supporting pillars. Talking a package of explosives from my jacket pocket, I put a packet of the explosive at the rear of the pillar where it wouldn’t be noticed. Warily, I crawled to each of the other columns and applied the dangerous material. Inside of each of them was an electronic chip. Relieved, I’d finished placing my destructive packages and stood at the wall near the door, when I heard footsteps. I crouched and peered through a small opening in the door. It was Gloria Rossi. I ...