Life isn't always fair (Part one)

This story is extremely brutal and contains sexual acts! This story is not for distribution to minors!

Life isn't always fair. Sometimes things turn out differently than you think. Minus times minus equals plus. Phrases upon phrases!

Allow me to briefly introduce myself – my name is Sophie (fake), I'm a 43-year-old married woman (fake about being married), I look fantastic (no self-praise), and I work as a self-employed entrepreneur (correct) in the field of pest control (correct). The subject of pest control requires a brief explanation. The pests I deal with are exclusively men (of legal age) who someone no longer considers worth living. Women and children are a no-go for me. But adult men – I have no qualms with them.

Let's be honest – I'm a contract killer. Of course, I'm not the only woman pursuing this highly lucrative occupation – but I belong to a small group of women who use their bodies in ways that make their male victims careless. Yes, I fuck my victims and kill themselves during or immediately after intercourse.

How do you contact me? I certainly won't tell you! There's a very specific way of making contact that only a few people know about. And these people then contact me. It's quite complicated – but it ensures the highest possible anonymity for both parties. Half of the fee goes into an account in the Cayman Islands before the assignment begins – the other half after the assignment is completed. And if a client doesn't pay the second installment, I visit him personally.

The next man I was to visit was a 74-year-old former entrepreneur who had lost his wife to cancer three years ago. Apparently, it was the great love of his life – because he was still a widower and not in a new relationship. Who could wish for the death of such a person? And who ordered – for an extra charge, even a body part of the victim? I could start speculating now – but as long as the payment is right, I'll let it go – after all, speculation doesn't pay extra.

After a period of research and observation, I found myself standing in front of the house where the 74-year-old man would die today on a Saturday. The old man was looking for a housekeeper, so I dressed appropriately and rang his doorbell. His eyes lit up when he saw what I was wearing. Did I mention I looked absolutely hot? My clothing really emphasized my fit body. My victim's eyes lit up when he saw me.

After we sat down in his living room and exchanged pleasantries, I promised him some "special customized services" if he hired me. Would you be surprised to learn that he was only too happy to fulfill my request? We went upstairs to his bedroom, and I saw that he had a huge California king-size bed and a large whirlpool tub. He popped a Viagra and looked at me longingly. He obviously hadn't had sex in several years – you could see the greed in his eyes, and the blue pill was quickly taking effect. You could say he was ready. Ready for the last sex of his life – which, of course, he didn't realize about the "last sex." But I was going to give it to him so hard that he'd leave with a smile.

After I told him in a sweet voice to take off his clothes, I could barely count to ten – and then he was standing stark naked in front of me. His body still looked quite decent for his age. No six-pack, but no rolls of fat either. His "little buddy" had grown to a considerable size and apparently couldn't wait to begin his journey of discovery. I slowly undressed for him and made sure he really got a good show. I really put my heart into it, because I thought he deserved a really good send-off.

A drop of cum had already formed on the tip of his penis, which I licked off. Then I pushed him onto the bed and mounted him. Very slowly, I inserted his pulsating piece of meat into my vagina. After I had completely taken him inside me, I began to ride him – slowly at first, but after a short time, faster and faster. At the same time, I reached behind my back to play with his testicles. And now I'll reveal to the interested readers – his balls were the body part that the customer had ordered as a "souvenir" for an extra charge. The "loving" treatment of his testicles seemed to further excite him – his moans became more intense, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Suddenly, he bucked, arched his back, and let out a loud scream of pleasure erupted. His pent-up semen shot from his cock into my pleasure cave in several spurts. He sank back into bed a very satisfied man. "My late wife was never so passionate in bed, " he said after I rolled over next to him and ran my fingers over his face and upper body.

I wanted him to get his money's worth – after he had told me about his life for 20 minutes, my hand slid to his balls and began massaging them. He got hard again pretty quickly. I suggested we go to the hot tub, where I would give him a nice, wet blowjob. "My wife would never have given me a blowjob, " he said as we both got up from the king-size bed. "That's okay. I'll give you a blowjob you'll never forget, " I told him – although he wouldn't remember it for long.

After the hot tub was filled with warm water, I first got him into the tub and laid him on his back so his head (actually both heads) were above the water. He had to put his hands under his butt so that his glans (second head) would stick out of the water far enough for me to reach it. Thank goodness for Viagra – his cock was already rock hard again and standing straight up. I sat on his chest and writhed in front of him. My mouth wrapped around his glans, and I felt a tremor run through his body. An excited moan from him confirmed this. I licked around the glans – then I took his cock all the way into my mouth. I had to take a deep breath every time I came up so I had enough air on the way down. Every time I had his cock in my mouth, my nose was underwater. He groaned with pleasure with every thrust. This went on for at least five minutes before he shot his load. Just as his hot spurts of cum started spraying my throat, I pulled his legs forward along the tub so his head went under. The poor guy popped his head up briefly and spit for a second before I slid over his head and sat down. This trapped his head underwater with my pussy over his nose. He was completely confused (I assume) as he came in my mouth while gasping for air. I reached for my purse (which I had strategically placed on the edge of the hot tub) and pulled out a box cutter. One grab at his scrotum, a quick cut, and his balls floated free. He writhed quite violently for a while, but my weight kept his head underwater. Then he went completely still.

I waited in that position for a few more minutes to be safe. His last look was at my pussy, which he had enjoyed and into which he had violently squirted at the moment of his approaching death. I firmly believe he thoroughly enjoyed intercourse with me. Well, probably not the drowning and having his balls removed part. ``` I then got out of the hot tub, drained the water, and put his balls in a Ziploc bag to send to the client later. After all, what's paid is paid. Since I carefully remembered which objects I had touched in the house, I cleaned them after I got dressed. Satisfied with the completion of this task, I left the house. A job that had gone off without a hitch (not for the victim, of course).