I saw to ad posted online and my mood was lifted. In the ad some poor
loser posted for a beautiful woman to come and end his pathetic life.
Even included an address, I chuckled. He probably thinks this would go
disregarded and nothing would come of it. Probably intended on his
fantasy stopping there. Which is good he won’t see me coming. Judging by
the address he lived a mere forty minutes away, so I planned to be there
at nightfall. I got dressed in a sleek little black dress, with matching
heels. Styled my hair up to avoid getting it too dirty. I drove up to
his house it was 9:49 p.m. when I arrived. The only light own was the
back porch, so I went and parked my car a few doors down. I carried my
tools in my little matching black bag. The back door was unlocked, lucky
me. I made my way inside the house listening to all the sounds, I could
hear faint snoring coming from the room not too far from where I was
standing. I made my way into the room carefully, and I saw him. He
slept alone in a big bed, no wonder he would be so pathetic to wish
death on himself. At least he knew the angel of death was a beautiful
woman. I slithered into his bed until I was lying next to him. I kept my
dagger close to my chest, watching him sleep. He wasn’t much a looker
but I could still get off to his demise. I slide my leg over him and
lifted myself up to where I was now sitting on him. My weight began to
wake him, he looked up and saw me. The faint light from the street
lights outside revealed to him my angelic face. “Am I dreaming?” he
asked. I chuckled, keeping my dagger behind me back. I began to grind my
hips against his body, until I can feel his cock get rock hard beneath
me. I leaned down to kiss him, using my free hand to insert him inside
me. I then whispered in his ear “I saw your ad” instantly he froze up,
his eyes got scared. I couldn’t help but laugh as I bounced on top of
his cock over and over again. I heard him weakly say “If you keep doing
that I’m going to cum”. I went faster and faster until I felt him erupt
and that when I thrust my dagger into his chest. Stabbing once and then
twice, over and over continuing until I had finally come myself.