Posted by Moore on May 03, 2004 at 15:54:14:
The sentry was smoking a cigarette as I crept silently closer behind him. He was tall; his steroid enhanced muscles bulged out from his black tee shirt. His jeans were tightly stretched by his fine, muscular ass, but I didn't allow myself to get too distracted.
I had my Busse "Natural Outlaw" combat knife in my right hand. It is a nice knife. The blade is seven inches long, and the knife is almost thirteen inches overall. I had custom ordered it all in black, even the blade finish, but I expected to add some crimson color to it soon. The Canvas Micarta handle isn't pretty, but it does offer the best overall texture for slip resistance.
The cigarette glowed red like the hell I was about to put him in as the sentry took his last puff. I put my left hand on his temple, jerking his head hard to the left. His cologne was too strong for my liking. I cut his throat across his nice tight skin. He had a few days of stubble, which added to his good Latino looks.
The guard looked back at me in fear as his life's blood squirted out like he was cumming, but in red instead of white. The dying sentry gurgled, and my cock twitched as he bumped his tight ass against my crotch in his death throes.
His cigarette dropped out of his opened mouth, like he was begging for a kiss. I kept him pressed against me and looked him in the eyes as he died. The dying sentry put his tongue to his lips, his mouth awash with blood. I wondered if he liked the taste.
His knees got weaker, and he spooned against me. I put the sweep of the Busse "Natural Outlaw" combat knife down to his belly, tapping over each of his nice abdominal muscles. The sentry begged me with his eyes, but I pushed the Busse into his navel, the Penetrator tip slicing in easily.
I moved the blade around, watching it move the skin from the inside as it shredded his entrails. I pumped the dagger in and out, and then around again, knowing the phallic symbolism, but liking the way it made him grunt and lean harder into me.
Shock overcame my play toy and his eyes rolled back in his head. After his convulsions subsided, I had to adjust my pants. I performed a last sweep of the area, then went to the drug lord's bedroom. I could take my time with Perdro.