Life isn't always fair (Part two)

Hello, Sophie is back. Another order came in. The client asked me to "get rid of" one of her employees. Jeremy was studying at university and was also a small-time drug dealer. The client was upset because one of her "employees" – Jeremy himself – had started withholding part of his "earnings" from her. What he forgot, however, was that students are only "temporary employees" anyway (until they graduate), and now she was about to terminate his employment a little early in revenge for his dishonesty. Since she was also on campus every day, she waived physical proof (usually a penis and/or testicles). She would surely know when the job was done.

I accepted the job and showed up on the university campus a few days after receiving the order. I posed as a professor of classical literature. I contacted Jeremy at a student bar to do a little "shopping." I wore a sexy blouse and no bra – and hey presto, the fish was on the hook. He offered to adjust the price of the "purchase" if I would teach him the "classics" over the weekend. Apparently, I was the "classic" he was interested in – and his roommate had gone home for the weekend. Of course, I accepted his invitation, and we went to his dorm room. I felt a little guilty about the upcoming job; Jeremy was only 19 or 20 years old and hot. Still, I was horny and had accepted the deposit. A job is a job, and it's not a walk in the park. After all, bills have to be paid. As the saying goes, "no money, no honey."

In the room, the victim, Jeremy, put a load of coke on a piece of paper and snorted the entire line up his nostril. He asked me to do the same – I declined, saying that he would be my "high" tonight and I would save the good stuff for a more private occasion. Then he undressed me with a lust that only a young, horny stud can display. Despite his earlier alcohol consumption that evening and the coke, he had an enormous hard-on and was ready to go. I guided his head to my private area and pressed it against my hairy pussy, letting him taste my most intimate feminine parts. It always gives me a thrill when a man licks my pussy, which he will soon destroy. The young man greedily licked up my abundant juices, then crawled on top of me and suddenly rammed his enormous hard-on into my vagina. I screamed because he penetrated me so brutally and forcefully that I felt like I was being impaled. Fast and hard thrusts shot through my lower abdomen. Did Jeremy think he was in a 100-meter sprint, or was the combination of alcohol, coke, and his pent-up horniness the reason for his harsh approach? His face was red with desire, and sweat was pouring from his forehead as he ejaculated inside me with a loud scream. I also reached orgasm almost simultaneously—not as intensely as his, but still acceptable.

But my horniness wasn't yet satisfied. When he rolled off me, I slid down the bed to his hips, crawled between his thighs, and first sucked his cock before moving on to his balls. First, I licked his balls for several minutes, then I took one of his balls into my mouth and let my tongue glide around his ball, rolling it back and forth in my mouth and gently biting into it. His moans clearly showed me that this kind of "treatment" was definitely what he wanted. And after a few minutes, his penis grew to its full glory again.

"Now, my horny young stallion—now I set the pace, " I said in a seductive voice. I stood up, positioned myself over his erection, and slowly inserted the pulsating piece of meat into my vagina. At first, I took it easy while his hands glided over my firm, full breasts. Then I accelerated my lower body movements while I bent back and supported myself with both hands on his thighs. He had placed his hands on my hips and was moaning more and more with each thrust. Whenever I felt he was about to come, I slowed my movements and then, after a short time, I was riding him hard again. And so I was able to optimize my needs. A powerful orgasm swept over me and made me cry out. Probably stimulated by this, my young victim also climaxed. He looked as if he was exhausted, satisfied, and drained—and had a pretty bad hangover—all at once. I stood up, went to the kitchen counter, and poured him a glass of orange juice. He didn't notice me pouring powder into the glass. Jeremy was so good in bed that I didn't want him to suffer at the end. Actually, the original plan was to shoot him with my. 22.

After he had drunk the orange juice and I had returned the glass to the kitchen counter, I sat down on the bed, took his pillow, and placed it on his head to cut off his air supply. He didn't even resist as I smothered him. However, he got a huge erection again, so I mounted him again, inserted his cock into my vagina, and gave him the "death ride." I can't say whether Jeremy was still consciously experiencing his last orgasm, but I certainly felt it. I think I mentioned at the beginning that the client didn't need a body part as proof that I had done my job. So I could treat myself to a "gift" this time! My "equipment" also included a clear dildo that was hollow inside and even had a pair of plastic glass balls. After I showered, I cleaned his room to remove any fingerprints or DNA traces that might have indicated my presence. Then I cut off Jeremy's dead cock and balls and dropped them into a Ziploc bag. After I got home, I opened the base of my plastic dildo, put his cock into the main tube and his balls into the hollow curves at the base, filled the dildo with a clear embalming fluid, and welded the base back shut to seal the dildo so no more air could get in. Now, when I feel the need to masturbate, I heat the dildo—I'll call it Jeremy—in the microwave, then insert it, and feel like it's my young victim giving me indescribable orgasms.