(Inspired by the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith)
Jack cried out as he thrust hard into Carla Juiser’s pussy, his cock spurting its load. She gasped and then frowned at him in disappointment. “Are you cumming already?”
He panted as he pulled out of her before rolling over to lie naked in her bed right next to her. “Let me… catch my breath… and then we’ll go again.”
“Gawd; I hope so. You came too fast.”
…and then her bedroom door opened as an attractive woman in black hair and a black catsuit entered. She was wearing gloves while holding a gun with a silencer screwed into the end of it.
Carla gasped as she instinctively pulled a sheet up over her exposed breasts, trembling with fright. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Shit. That’s my wife.”
Carla turned toward him in shock. “You’re married??” Then she turned back toward the woman in black who was pointing the gun right at her. She was terrified the bitch might pull the trigger.
“Look, I didn’t know, ok? He’s the one who seduced me! Please don’t hurt me!”
“Did you get a chance to cum?”
“What?” Carla was dumbfounded at such a strange question.
“I asked if he gave you a chance to cum yet.”
“N-no, we didn’t get to that p-part. He c-came too quickly.”
“Too bad, honey. You’re supposed to be dead. He should have killed you, not fucked you. I hate to say this, but no last orgasm for you.” Then the gun spit lead with a quiet “THWPPTT”.
Carla’s eyes flew open in astonishment as she fell back onto the bed. A little red hole appeared in her forehead. Blood started to trickle down around her nose and into her open mouth.
Jack’s reaction was instantaneous… “Damnit, Jill; did you have to kill her right now?”
In response his wife calmly held up the fax in her other hand. “So when were you going to tell me about this?”
“I figured you didn’t need to know since I was going to take care of this one myself.”
“I see,” she snorted in disgust. Then she motioned at the dead woman… “She was pretty. The picture they sent along with the fax didn’t do her justice. Was she a good fuck?”
“I might’ve found out if you hadn’t ended things so prematurely.”
“I knew you were seeing her when you didn’t come home in time for supper. Just when the hell were you going to finish her off?”
“Couldn’t you have waited another 20 minutes?”
“Why? It would only have taken you three to cum and go. Hell, I time my boiled eggs when we’re having sex.”
“Is that why I keep hearing that ding from the kitchen when we’re making love?”
“I wouldn’t call it that.” Then she turned to go, casually telling him, “Don’t forget to clean up, asshole.”
“Why the hell should I clean up?? You’re the one who shot her! Damnit, Jill; come back here!” But his wife was already heading out the bedroom door, her fading voice drifting back into the bedroom…
“Your supper is on the stove getting cold. I’m going out for a drink. I’ll be home late.”
“Damnit, Jill!” But she was gone.
“Shit!”
He looked at Carla and sighed heavily. It was too bad. He had really wanted one more fuck out of her before he had to put her down…
A FEW DAYS LATER…
Jill was naked fully impaled on Bill Anderson’s cock in his bedroom. His hands hungrily groped her boobs as she rode him while moaning and panting heavily. Now this was what fucking was all about.
“Damn, Jill; you’re hot!” he panted. “I never see this side of you when I’m over for a visit.”
“That’s because we’re never alone when you come over.”
“Doesn’t Jack fuck you like this?”
“He used to. Lately he’s more like a minute-man. When he gets done I usually have to take care of things myself.”
“I didn’t know I wasn’t satisfying you, Jill.”
The lovers in bed both turned abruptly at the voice to see Jack standing there, a folded piece of paper in his hands. “Oh hi, honey,” his wife remarked casually, hardly reacting at all. “Fancy seeing you here. I’ll be done in a minute” and she kept on riding the cock inside her.
Bill was a little more alarmed at being discovered with his friend’s wife in his bed eagerly riding his cock. “Jack, I can explain. This isn’t what it looks like.”
Jack ignored him to glare angrily at his wife. Then he waved the piece of paper at her. “So when were you going to tell me about this?”
“Damnit, Jack; have you been in my recipe box again?”
“It’s the only way for me to find out if you’ve been holding out any hits on me.”
“Hits?” Bill asked dubiously. “What do you mean ‘hits’?”
“No hard feelings, Bill,” Jack said as he pulled a long blade out of the inside of his dark blue jacket. With a quick slash he sliced right through his friend’s neck, completely severing his carotid artery. Bill’s eyes flew open in horror as he started making gurgling sounds, trying to breathe while his lungs began to fill with blood.
“Damnit, Jack! I was this close!” Jill held her fingers together to indicate how close she was to cumming as she continued riding the cock of the man dying underneath her.
She blurted out “Shit!” as the dick inside her softened. Bill spasmed and gurgled until he was quiet and unmoving save for a few stray muscle twitches. The pillow his head was resting upon quickly became soaked with blood.
She rose up only to leak cream out of her pussy from her lover’s dying ejaculation. Her husband noticed it and smiled. “Well at least he got to cum.”
“Damn you, Jack! I was almost there!”
In response he tossed the fax of Bill’s ordered demise at his wife. “Maybe if I would have seen this sooner this might not have happened.”
“Why? Did you want to fuck him yourself?”
“Don’t be absurd!”
“Damnit, Jack; he’s bleeding out all over the bed!”
“Then I guess you’re going to have quite a mess to clean up.”
“I didn’t do that to you with that bitch Carla!”
“She pissed herself in her bed after you shot her. I had a lot more to clean up than you realize.” Then he turned and angrily walked out of the bedroom.
“Damnit, Jack! Come back and help me clean this up!”
His voice was fading as he called back, “Clean it yourself. I’m going out for pizza tonight. I don’t think you’re going to be home in time to fix dinner.”
“Save some for me, damnit!”
“But you hate anchovies!”
“DAMN YOU! YOU’RE BUYING AN ANCHOVY PIZZA JUST FOR SPITE! YOU KNOW I HATE ANCHOVIES!” She heard his laugh echo in the hallway before he slammed the door.
“Fuck!”
In exasperation Jill looked down at Bill lying dead in his bed, his eyes wide in shock. She briefly mourned his loss, but only because of the orgasm she’d been denied. “A couple more minutes and we could have cum together,” she murmured sadly. “Damn him!”
She tried sticking his cock back in, but it was much too soft. She let out another obscenity as she rubbed her clit. But the mood was gone.
“Shit!” she gasped in annoyance as she climbed off. Now she had blood on her. She would be forced to use his shower to clean off first before cleaning up the mess in the bedroom…
AND A FEW MORE DAYS LATER…
Lucy Dosgood found herself riding this attractive man’s cock on a chair in her living room. He’d met her after work, bought her some drinks at a bar and then driven her home. Now she was straddling him while impaled by his cock, her breasts bouncing in his face as he held her hips.
He’d already cum once before, annoyingly fast as far as she was concerned. But he’d stayed hard enough to remain inside her as they continued to fuck in the chair. It was a situation that promised to work out well for everyone involved so long as he didn’t cum again too quickly.
His face fell when she heard the door open behind her. She couldn’t see who it was, but he could… and he didn’t look happy. Then he blurted out, “Oh shit; my wife.”
“Your wife??”
She was just starting to turn around to get a good look at their intruder when a thin cord came down around her neck and began to tighten. Her eyes flew open in surprise as it bit into her flesh. Her hands instantly came up, her painted fingernails clawing in vain as her breath was cut off. Her mouth formed a silent O as the scream died in her throat.
Jack continued to bounce her in his lap, feeling her pussy clench instinctively around his cock. Maybe there was still time for her to get him off before she succumbed to his bitch of a wife.
“Jill, couldn’t you have left this one for me to take care of? I would’ve killed her after we were done!” There was the briefest flicker of horrific understanding in Lucy’s expression at this revelation as she vainly tried to pull a breath of air down her constricted windpipe.
“I knew when I saw her picture come through with the fax you would try to bang her, asshole.” Then she breathed into Lucy’s ear… “Sorry honey, but you should be dead by now. I hope you already had your orgasm.”
“AWWK!” Lucy tried to breathe but couldn’t.
“Damn you, Jill!”
“Her tits are sagging a little. You like that in a woman, Jack? Would you like me better with sagging tits? I work damn hard to maintain my figure for you… and you want to fuck THIS??”
“Damnit, Jill; I was only trying to have a little fun. She was going to die anyway!”
Lucy’s eyes widened as she struggled to breathe. The cord cut into her neck until it started to draw blood. A moment later she began to shudder.
“Hey, maybe she’s having that last orgasm after all. Lucky girl. We all know you weren’t going to be giving her one.”
“Damnit, Jill; I wasn’t ready to cum yet!”
“You never are. And when you are ready, you cum so fast it’s hardly noticeable.”
Lucy’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as her eyes darted this way and that. Her face turned a deep shade of red as her fingernails clawed little red lines into her neck from her attempts to loosen the garrote claiming her life. Jack tried to bounce her dying body up and down on his cock, noticing her pussy was clenching wonderfully. But he wasn’t ready to cum yet. She was going to be gone before he got close enough to ejaculate.
She suddenly shuddered as a death rattle emanated from deep down her throat. Moments later she pissed in his lap. Jack winced before blurting out, “Oh, shit!”
“No, Jack; I believe that’s piss.”
“Damnit, Jill; that’s not funny! Why couldn’t you have allowed me to take care of this one my own way?”
“Because I wanted to spare her from the ‘sixty-second man’.”
“Oh, that’s very funny.”
She pulled hard on the garrote until Lucy gawked once. Then she went limp in Jack’s grasp. Jill let go and backed off. Jack unchivalrously let the dead body go as well, causing the poor woman to tumble out of his lap and crumple onto the floor. Her eyes were wide, frozen open in shock as her tongue protruded out of her mouth.
“There, honey. I did your damn job for you. The least you can do is clean up the mess.”
“Damn you, Jill! She peed on me! Now I need a shower!”
“Now why does that sound familiar? Oh yeah… because I had to take a shower when you slit Bill’s throat.”
“He was supposed to die anyway!”
See you when you get home, asshole.”
“Hey! Don’t you dare eat that last piece of chocolate cake I put in the fridge! I was saving that for a snack later tonight!”
“Oops. Too late.” She grinned as she deliberately licked her lips.
“You bitch!” She just laughed as she turned and left…
AND STILL A FEW MORE DAYS LATER…
“You one hot fuck! Me glad you came to see me!”
“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Tanaka. I’ve always heard good things about you Japanese businessmen.”
“And I heard a great deal about you unsatisfied American housewife.”
“All true, Mr. Tanaka… all true.”
Jill grunted as he took her from behind over his desk. His cock was not terribly large. But he certainly knew how to use it.
She gasped and moaned, panting with each thrust into her pussy. These businessmen knew how to take what they wanted. She was glad she’d intercepted the fax on this one. If only Jack didn’t find out about it. Maybe she could stretch this one out over a few days… maybe a week or more.
She heard a strange whishing sound behind her. A moment later her backside felt like it was being coated with warm spunk. “Oh Mr. Tanaka…” she began to say as she turned around to look. Then she screamed in horror…
“AUUGHH!”
His headless body began to topple over as blood continued spurting out of his neck onto her back. Jack was standing behind him with a bloody samurai sword in his hand, a satisfied smirk on his face. A quick glance at the wall behind her revealed her bastard of a husband had pulled it down from the wall where it had been on display. Neither her nor her lover had noticed his entrance.
“Damn you, Jack; that’s fucking gross!”
“So is catching you bent over his desk like that, bitch. You have no idea where that cock has been.”
“Shit! I was getting ready to cum!”
“You mean you didn’t orgasm when you were bathed in his blood?”
There was quite a pool of it accumulating on the carpeting. In fact a crimson flow was still being pumped out from his neck stump as his headless body jerked around a little. His head lay a few feet away, a look of total surprise in his eyes.
“Ha-ha; very funny. You sure made one hell of a mess, damn you!”
Jack held the bloody sword aloft and inspected it. “Hell, I never realized these things were that sharp.”
“Couldn’t you have strangled him like everybody else… or simply put a bullet in the back of his head? Did you have to make a mess of things?”
“Good thing I’m not staying behind to clean up.”
“Oh no, you don’t!” But he had already dropped the sword and was rushing out the door.
“Damn you, Jack; I’ll kill you for this!” But he was gone, leaving her behind to clean up.
“Damn him! Shit!”
She sighed as she looked at the mess all around her. She was bathed in blood and needed a shower. Hopefully this Japanese bastard had a bathroom in his office or somewhere nearby she could use.
She shook her head as she went to clean up. This was too much! She sighed as she angrily muttered, “Shit. Did he really have to use the sword on him?? Sonofabitch!”
AND EVEN MORE DAYS LATER…
She answered the knock on the door, only to find herself facing a woman in a black latex catsuit. “Are you Miss Flanders?” the newcomer asked.
“Yes,” the blond replied hesitantly, looking nervously at the rope and handcuffs in the woman’s gloved hand.
“Evelyn Flanders, the accountant?”
“Yes. What do you want?”
“My name is Jill Smith. May I come in?” When she produced a gun in her other hand Evelyn gasped in alarm.
“S-sure, I g-guess so.”
Jill looked all around to make sure no neighbors had seen her. Then she pushed her way inside and quickly closed the door. “Wh-what’s this all about?” the frightened homeowner gasped anxiously.
“As soon as my bastard of a husband sees the fax we got on you, he’s going to come a’callin’, Miss Flanders. So I thought I would beat him to it.”
“B-beat him to it??”
“Yes… and I’ll need your help with this one. Can you do that for me?”
“I, uh… I g-guess so.”
“Good. Let’s take a look around, ok?”
She motioned Evelyn forward at gunpoint until they came across the stairs leading up to the second floor. There was a banister up above that looked promising. “I think this will work,” Jill told her, motioning with the gun. “Up we go.”
Evelyn led her up the stairs where Jill looped the rope through the supports to the banister. Then she motioned the homeowner to head back down. “I d-don’t understand,” Evelyn finally stammered as they descended back down to the main floor.
“My husband likes to fuck our targets before he kills them, especially if he thinks they’re attractive. And from the picture we received, he’s definitely going to think you’re attractive, honey.”
“H-he is?” Then Evelyn paused as she asked, “Wh-what do you mean… ‘T-targets’?”
“It’s a long story,” Jill explained as she put her weight into the rope. The support to the bannister seemed strong enough. Then she began making a noose out of one end.
“When we married we were working for rival companies. After a messy few days we splintered off and started our own business. We discovered we work much better together than trying to kill each other off.”
“Is th-that so?” Evelyn was not feeling the least bit comforted.
“Every now and then we get a fax for a new assignment. But Jack, well… he loves to fuck our targets if they’re sexy enough. And you, honey, would definitely be on his list.”
“I promise not to f-fuck your husband, Jill.”
“Oh, I know you won’t honey.”
The noose was finished. Jill gave it a couple of test pulls. Then she directed Evelyn to take off all her clothes.
“B-but why?”
“Because I want Jack to see what he missed. I’m kind of a bitch that way.”
“Mrs. Smith, I really d-don’t…”
“Please don’t make me shoot you, Evelyn. That would really make quite a mess. You have a nice, clean house. We wouldn’t want blood all over the place now, would we?”
“No, I g-guess we wouldn’t.”
“Come-come… off with the clothes. I haven’t got all day. Knowing my horny husband, once he finds out you’re next he’ll want to rush right over and fuck you just as soon as he can. And here we were supposed to go out for dinner tonight at a fancy restaurant. I hope we can make it as I love seafood. Maybe I’ll buy the most expensive dish on the menu.”
Evelyn was astonished. Was this woman really going to hang her? She talked so casually like they were friends having coffee together. It was as though she did this type of activity all the time with no conscience whatsoever! Who the hell was this crazy bitch??
Jill glanced at her watch and sighed heavily as though she had an appointment she really wanted to keep. Evelyn gulped anxiously, her hands trembling as she finished undressing. She didn’t know why she put her clothes in a tidy pile. From the looks of things she wasn’t ever going to be wearing them again. Perhaps it was simply force of habit.
“Now hands behind your back,” Jill motioned. Evelyn whimpered as she turned around and did as she was told. Jill clatched the cuffs she had onto both wrists.
The assassin looped the noose around the frightened woman’s neck, causing Evelyn to gasp with fright. Jill set the knot behind her left ear. Then she pulled on the other end of the rope while motioning… “Up onto that third step, honey. That should be high enough.”
Evelyn whined pitifully as she took a step up and then another. She reached the third step and turned around, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Jill tugged on the rope until Evelyn gawked as she was pulled up onto her toes.
“Very nice, honey,” Jill purred at her, tying the rope off to the railing while keeping the poor woman up on her toes. “Jack is going to go nuts when he realizes I got here ahead of him and sees what a great body you had. I’m betting you would’ve been a really hot fuck.”
“P-please d-don’t!”
“Now I don’t know if he likes necro sex or not. So I don’t know what he’ll do with your dead body once he sees you like this. At least you won’t feel a thing.”
“P-p-please! I don’t want to d-die!”
“Aren’t you going to thank me for not shooting you and getting blood all over your nice, clean floor?”
“Wh-what?” At a time like this, the crazy bitch actually wanted her to be thankful??
“Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“Th-thank you, I g-guess.”
“Now step off, honey. It’ll be over in a few minutes, depending on how long it takes for you to strangle to death. I would have dropped you more but there just isn’t time to set one up. Besides, Jack might be here any minute and I want you dead when he gets here.”
“N-no… p-p-please…”
Jill sighed with exasperation. “Do I have to do everything myself?” And with that she reached forward, stuck a finger in Evelyn’s wet, dripping pussy and used it to pull her off the step.
The blonde let out a “GAWK” as she lost her footing. She swung out over the base of the stairs, her body framed by the entrance to the stairwell. She began to kick as her feet fluttered for the steps behind her.
Jill watched impatiently, tapping a foot while waving at her to hurry it along… “C’mon, c’mon; I haven’t got all night. I have to get home to change if we’re going to that seafood place. I hope Jack doesn’t make us late for our reservations.”
Evelyn rasped and gurgled as the noose closed tighter around her throat. Her hands jerked and pulled helplessly behind her back. Her legs kicked… fluttered… kicked again.
She tried to get a breath, tried to inhale. Then she began to jerk harder in an effort to loosen the noose around her neck. But it had the reverse effect, tightening ominously until she could no longer draw the tiniest of breaths into her lungs.
Her face turned a dark shade of red as she twisted and swung. Her body jerked, her breasts heaving as her nipples stood out from her asphyxiated arousal. A moment later she jerked and grunted as she squirted all over the carpeting below her.
“Now that’s not my fault!” Jill told her irritably, motioning at the mess the dying woman had just made. “I was trying to be thoughtful and to keep the mess to a minimum. It’s not my fault you orgasmed and squirted all over your nice, clean floor.” Then she sighed as she added, “Maybe we can make it look like you did this to yourself… some sort of suicide or something.”
Evelyn found a little extra adrenaline as her legs kicked harder. She threw her chest out as her tongue protruded out of her mouth. She bit down and drew blood as crimson drool splattered onto her heaving tits.
Her legs fluttered until she settled down. A moment later Jill heard a splatter of urine. “Damn, honey; I forgot about that too. I don’t think I’ve hung anyone recently and I forgot all about the piss. That’s ok though. I’m sure the coroner will have a crew come in and clean everything right up after you’re gone.”
Evelyn stopped struggling as her naked body gently swayed back and forth. Her toes fluttered briefly as her arms twitched. Jill smiled at her appreciatively.
“I guess that about wraps it up. I want to thank you for making this easy for me. I would tell you to give my regards to my bastard of a husband when he gets here. But I don’t think you’re going to be in any condition to speak.” And with that Jill turned and left, leaving Evelyn to gently sway back and forth, her naked body framed by the entrance to her stairwell.
Thirty minutes later there was another knock on the door. “Federal Express?” a male voice called out, then… “Is anybody home?”
There was the sound of a lock being picked. Then the door opened. Jack walked inside in a FedEx uniform.
He looked around until he found Evelyn’s naked body hanging from the bannister upstairs. He frowned before angrily throwing the empty box he’d brought in with him to the floor. “Damn you, Jill! You hanged her in the nude on purpose! You bitch!” Then he sighed as he turned and left, feeling horny and frustrated. He had wanted to fuck this last one so damned bad…
AND STILL EVEN MORE DAYS LATER…
“Mrs. Smith, I’m not sure this is the best way to help you with your marital problems.”
“Doc, you have no idea what it’s like to live with him. He’s never satisfied, he’s always banging girls outside our marriage bed… and when he does fuck me it’s more like ‘wham, bam; thank you, ma’am’. Can’t you help us?”
“Mrs. Smith, I really think you should get out of my lap.”
“But I need it so badly, doc! I need a good fuck and I need it right now!”
“B-but what if your husband walks in on us?”
“That bastard is never early. Hell, we were late to that restaurant the other night and missed our reservations. If he hadn’t threatened to kill the maître d’, we might never have gotten a table at all!”
“It sounds like you have some serious marital problems, Mrs. Smith.”
“You don’t know the half of it. I interrupt his trysts and he interrupts mine. We just can’t agree on how to work together. We’re always hiding our assignments from each other! The other day he found one of mine in my recipe book. And I had to track one of his down in his den in his fantasy football notebook. Do you know how boring that is? The only thing I like about football is how those strong, handsome men get all sweaty. But all he can do is keep track of stats and shit like that.”
“Well, Mrs. Smith… men and women are different creatures.”
“Don’t I know it!”
…and then the door opened and a familiar figure angrily strode in…
Jill turned and sighed as the color drained from the face of the therapist. The newcomer exclaimed, “Now you’re fucking our marriage counselor??”
“Jack, you’re early. You’re never early!”
“That’s because I wanted to check out the receptionist! You mean you’re actually fucking our counselor?”
“Damnit, Jack! Don’t you know how long it’s been since I’ve had an orgasm by a man? Hell, every time we fuck I have to masturbate after you finish, roll over and go to sleep!”
“Damnit, Jill… our COUNSELOR???”
“Jack, NO!”
In anger he pulled his silencer and fired. Paul Jackson, new to marriage counseling and having just picked up his first impotent and frigid couple two weeks ago, stared in shock as two slugs went into his chest. Jill felt his cock spurt inside her pussy much too soon for her body to reciprocate with an orgasm of her own.
“Damnit, Jack! Not the counselor?? I would’ve been done in a minute! Now who the hell are we going to see about our problems??”
About that time the door opened. The receptionist poked her head inside… “Dr. Jackson? I heard angry voices and I – EEEEEEE!”
Jack instinctively turned and aimed his gun. Without even thinking he fired two more, putting them into the chest of the receptionist. She went down immediately, a look of shock frozen in her features.
“Damnit, Jack! Look what you did!” Then Jill sighed as the cock to the dead therapist slipped out of her pussy. Another frustration from another orgasm so close and yet so far away.
“What the hell was I supposed to do, Jill? She looked in and saw you fucking a corpse!”
“That’s not my fault; is it, you trigger-happy moron? Now we have to move again!”
“C’mon, Jill. We can make this work.”
“Are you fucking KIDDING me?? We’ve got a dead therapist and a dead receptionist in here. The only stupid cops I know are the ones in the movies! We HAVE to move again! Shit; I just got done unpacking three weeks ago!”
“All right – all right; so we have to move again. What part of the country do we go to this time?”
“How the hell should I know? I suppose you’d better go close out all our accounts while I go pick up a U-Haul.”
“Oh, no! Last time we did that I caught you fucking in the back room with a delivery driver! I’LL get the truck; YOU go close out all our accounts!”
“Fine – fine; whatever you say. Just don’t fuck any pretty manager or receptionist you come across, ok? We don’t have time for that!”
“I could say the same thing about you, Jill!”
“I don’t fuck women, Jack; you know that!”
“Damn you, I was talking about the bank manager! Don’t fuck the bank manager! Anyway, we’d better get out of here before we get caught and have to kill another dozen cops or so.”
Jill shook her head and sighed. Then she climbed off the dead therapist’s lap, unhappy she’d missed her chance at an orgasm. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Now she was frustrated they’d allowed things to deteriorate so much as to force them to move yet again…
© 2016 (written Oct 11 ’16 by Riwa)