“The Perfect Hit Woman”

“The Perfect Hit Woman”
By Jolly
(With assistance from tina)
It is June 10, the day that my next contract will celebrate his 40th birthday. The wife contacted me about two weeks ago and we agreed that she will pay me $50,000 dollars to get her husband out of her life. I know that out of her life means to never seen him alive again. Part of the deal is she wants it to appear her darling husband has died accidently in a sex session gone wrong. Normally I would take care of someone for half what I am charging the wife but the extra elements and the fact she actually wants me to make love to my mark enables me to sweeten the deal.

So here I am waiting in the kitchen. The fatal birthday is at hand and the bag with all my “tools” is already stowed away in the closet of the master bedroom. I am ready to get it over.

Peter, the husband, returns from a long business trip. His wife has told him he is in store for a birthday surprise he will never forget. He is expecting to find his lovely wife cooking a special dinner for him. The last time she made him such a promise he found her waiting in the kitchen wearing a lace garter belt, black stockings, and stiletto heels. Peter is excited as he anticipates finding his darling wife waiting again to surprise him. Wrong! As he enters the kitchen, he meets me. I am Nicole and I am waiting for him with a vodka martini and some pâté and water crackers.

“Hi, Peter. Your wife hopes that you are pleased with her gift to you. She decided to do something extra special. So here am I.”

He sees I am beautiful, exciting, and well dressed. I am wearing a white blouse, herring bone skirt and a pair of back seems pantyhose. On my feet I wear a pair of black ballet slippers. Even in the flats I am almost as tall as Peter.

As we eat the appetizer I have prepared, I begin to tease Peter. It begins with my foot rubbing his ankle. He is soon leaning over to kiss me and then he whispers very naughty words in my ears. “God, you are so hot,” he says, his voice filled with obvious excitement. I feel his hand caress my knee and I offer no resistance as he slowly pushes the hem of my skirt up my firm thigh.

As the evening passes we eat the dinner I have prepared for him. Peter does not know it will be his last meal. I pour wine into his glass all night long so it will be easier for me to have him relaxed when his time comes. And soon the time arrives. I ask Peter if he is excited enough to have sex with me. “Your wife told me you like it a little rough.”
He nods and smiles as I take his hand. Peter is a little drunk now so I have to steady him as we climb the stairs to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, I push Peter on the bed and order him to undress. I bring my large sports bag out of the closet. He has a puzzled look on his face as he removes his shirt. I take several candles from the bag and place one on each of the night stands on either side of the king size bed. I pause as I watch Peter remove his trousers. I can see he is already erect. He wears royal blue boxer shorts but the bulge of his hard cock is unmistakable under the loose fitting silk underwear. I place four candles on the bureau that sits across from the foot of the bed. I light each of the candles and then turn out the bedroom lights. Nicole always loves to see the expression on the face of her targets. Of course the candles add an erotic quality to the moment.
“Darling, may I remove your boxers?” I ask as I realize Peter is naked except for the expensive shorts. I don’t wait for his replay as my hands grasp the elastic waistband and slowly slide the boxers down Peter’s hairy legs. I go back to my bag and remove a pair of leather gloves. I smooth the gloves onto my hands. The black leather is soft and supple. Peter watches closely as I don the tight fitting gloves.
Then I remove a pair of my seamed pantyhose from the bag. I sit down next to Peter and gently pull his arms up over his stomach. “I want you to cross your wrists, darling,” Nicole commands. He willing complies. As she winds her sheer hosiery around her victims wrists she explains, “I love to have control when I’m having sex with my partner.” Nicole knots the pantyhose tight. The hit woman then pulls Peter’s hands down to his erect cock. “Feel free to play with that lovely cock,” she says with a laugh as she wraps the loose ends of the pantyhose around the base of Peter’s huge erection. She stands up when she is quite satisfied that Peter is helpless. He can in fact stroke is erect dick but he is unable to do much else.
He complains that the hose are too tight. I bend over and whisper in his ear, “Be quiet or I shall stuff your silk boxers down your throat.” She finishes tying the excess pantyhose around Peter’s wrists and penis.
Nicole does a slow striptease as she dances seductively to unheard music. Peter strokes his erection as he watches the beautiful blond strip off her blouse and bra. She then unzips her skirt and slowly slides it down her long legs. Peter sees that she is not wearing panties under her black back seamed hose. Nicole is finally naked except for her hose and ballet slippers. She dances back over to the bed as her hands move over her magnificent breasts. Then she climbs on Peter’s stomach and rubs his chest with her glove covered hands. Her hands go up to caress his face. I smooth the fingers down showing just how tight the gloves fit my slender fingers. The leather feels soft against his skin as she touches him. Nicole turns around so she can sit back on Peter’s face making sure that his face is competed covered by her pantyhose clad ass. Peter is unable to breath under her voluptuous ass and Nicole knows it. She stays in that position for at least 30 second for the first time. After a half-minute she lifts up but Peter will never have a nice ass like hers on his face again so he asks for more. More he will get, so Nicole will stay on position for at least a minute at a time. During the ass smothering she gently strokes his cock but not vigorously enough to make him climax. What a nice way to start teasing her target. After a while Nicole decides to the next step. This will heighten her control of her next victim.
She decides to force him smell one of her ballet shoes. They are really smelly; she has been wearing them for many hours in anticipation of her assignment. Nicole removes her right shoe as she thinks back to waiting for Peter return home. What Peter does not know is that Nicole loves to kill her targets by suffocation but he is the next victim who will learn this fatal lesson.

Because she wants him to smell the aroma very strongly she goes back to the closet. Peter hears an odd rustling noise but is unable to see what the lovely woman is doing until she returns with a plastic dry cleaning bag. He asks what she is doing and she demonstrates by wrapping the plastic around Peter’s face which seals her lovely slipper down over his mouth and nose. The stale aroma of her sweaty feet is sealed inside. She is using the dry cleaning bag to seal his head like a cocoon for the same amount of time as when she was sitting on his face. For the first 30 second Peter breaths in the aroma of Nicole’s feet. She strokes his cock as he breathes in the scent of her slipper.
Then she sees his blue eyes go a little wide. Nicole she unwraps the bag and lifts the slipper from her victims face. He gasps as he sucks in fresh air. When his breathing returns almost to normal he begs for more. Nicole grants his wish as she traps the slipper over his face again with the bag. The time passes as she suffocates him. Peter really begins to struggle as he runs out of oxygen after a minute of breathing only the aroma from her slipper. Nicole does not care. Peter will have to make it to this point again anyway.
To hold the bag in place she uses her leather gloves to strangle Peter. Through the bag she can sees his wide eyes peek out from above the heel of her dance slipper. He is pleading for her to set him free. Peter suddenly understands that all of this is no longer a game. The perfect hit woman tells him now that she is going to finish him off. Nicole explains to him he is a target she has been hired to eliminate.
He is almost unconscious when she removes the bag. She sits next to him as she replaces her slipper. He gasps for air as his body flops on the bed. He is very weak from the extended and repeated asphyxiation. As he slowly recovers she bends over to whisper in his ear, “Your wife hired me. She instructed me to wish you a happy last birthday!”
The hit lady pulls a sheer black stocking from her bag. He begs for mercy as she slips the dry cleaner bag back over his face, tightening it so there’s no opening for fresh air, kissing his lips and lick is mouth thru the plastic. Peter sucks the bag in his mouth as Nicole takes the stocking and pulls it down over Peter’s head. His features are mashed down by the tension of the sheer stocking. The bag is pressed tightly around Peter’s head as she pulls the welt down to the base of his throat.
Her helpless victim thrashes on the king sized bed.
Nicole is excited. “You’re going to die with a smile on your face, darling,” she says as she straddles the poor man. Nicole decides to let him cum inside her as an additional birthday present. The hit woman pulls her pantyhose down, spreads herself over his still hard cock, and slowly lowers herself downward until she feels his hands shaking underneath her. She reaches forward to pull the stocking and bag up enough so she can hear him take in a ragged breath. He is bouncing up and down on the bed and this causes his cock to pump her wet pussy. By lifting the opening of the bag every thirty seconds she allows bit of air inside the deadly weapon.
Peter is so frantic after several minutes he is not even aware of squirting a hot load inside his killer’s cunt. Nicole wriggles on top of Peter’s hard cock as she feels him climax. It mixes delightfully with her orgasm. “Time to go, Peter,” Nicole says as he pulls the bag and stocking back into place one last time. “Isn’t it nice that you came in me at the same time you got your last breath?” To be sure he does not suffer she accelerates his death by strangling him with her gloved hands. She watches his eyes bulge wider as her fingers close around his throat. She can see his gaping lips through the sheer stocking. He has sucked the bag deep inside his mouth. As she chokes her latest victim she feels his hands wiggle underneath her. His cock is still inside her and it feels good.

Her contract is complete.
Happy last birthday wishes to Peter.