The Hit

By Juli NBabe



A tall man in silk pajamas sits on his couch speech production into a cassette registrar. He is 50'ish and graying at the temples of his brown mane. His brass shows some signs of his age around the corner of the eyes, but still maintains its rugged and devilish look that had won many a char 's heart. In some suit, won it and then cut it out. He is Dalton Frederick, the most established spy killer in the hire of the US regime. Born of the fears of the cold war, he has done well in the post coldness war era by taking out old opposition of the regime and others deamed in need of his limited `` extreme prejudice '' technique to direct the right wing messages to their leaders.

He has been contemplating retirement lately, and has been transcribing his adventures to tape for a possible book on his lifespan and times. He flicks the tape on and takes a draw on his cigar. The smile on his face, shows this was an especially self satisfying slip he is about to talk about.

Let 's see, tape 6 or is it 7. swell it does n't count i guess, because it is about Sun Lieu aka Sunni and her elimination. I think of all the factor i have retired, she was the most challenge and difficult to get. I guess i had been following her for about 6 months when i heard that she had been spotted in Hong Kong. I had gotten close in Zurich and something seemed to alert her. I swear this adult female has the liveliness and senses of a cat.

I almost caught up to her in capital of Uruguay and Bogita also, but then like the whisp of the wind, she was gone. In Capetown, I was close decent to catch the mesmeizing scent of her Jasmine perfume and then, poof, she just disappeared. It has been six weeks now since she was last seen. I have my flight booked on KLM to Hong Kong. When I got there, I had to get some eternal rest, it was a retentive 17 hour flight and with the international International Date Line and all, i was missing a day.

I checked into the Metropolis-Hong Kong and went to my room. The local embassy had sent a yield basket and a surprise. The surprisal was Ming Lee. She was an American from San Francisco of Chinese heritage. Cute as a clitoris, about 5'2, 105 pounds and with those lovely dark Almond form oculus and long pitch-black hair reaching down to her small but nicely shaped booby. She was quite delicious looking. She had introduced herself and told me she would relish serving under me. I was tired, but not that tired, so i decided to give her the opportunity.

I placed my hand on her cubital joint and found out just how bequeath this little girl was. She wrapped her arm around me and was nearly sucking my spit out of my mouth in seconds. My hired man went straight for the goodies, those pleasant-tasting and perky looking tits. I reached under her hair and unzipped her dress and let it fall, not surprisingly, she was wearing nothing under it. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the kingsize bed. Soon i was undressed and in the bed with her as she had pulled down the covers.

My hands and mouth could n't wait to get to those pap. My hands also moved down her flat belly to her wet and very hot genital organ to massage her swollen labia as on finger spread her pussy and rubbed over her clitoris. She was on top of me in seconds sliding my hot throbbing cock into her twat and riding it like there was no tomorrow. small did we know there would not be.

Ming dynasty was bouncing up and down on me, as my cock slid deeply into her slippery inner chamber. My hands grabbing her pelvic girdle to rip her down hard as i tried to mail my turncock clear to her bureau. Suddenly, i heard a dissonance like looking glass breaking. I remember three separate sounds and the dim movement natural action that followed each of them.

After the first gear, Ming had a storm feeling on her face which turned to a anguish one. Then I noticed, her left over nipple had disappeared in a black hole from which, blood was bubbling out. I could see the atomiser of rip from her back, when the second sound was made. It was followed by a second hole in the same tit and to a greater extent blood pouring down her belly onto me. I reached to her unruined tit to hold her when the third speech sound was followed by a Negro hollow in the middle of her forehead.

Ming 's eyes rolled up toward her brow and dilated as she took one last sighing intimation and fell forward onto me. I could n't help myself, i began to cum inside her as she fell dead onto me, my hot awkward cum coating the inside of her pussycat as her bloody trunk landed on me. I rolled her onto her back on the bed pulling out of her and grabbing my gun i crawled to the window. The shooter was gone by now, i could see their advantage detail across the street though. darn in effect shooting. I called the embassy and had them send a team to scavenge up and remove Ming 's body.

I dressed and went to inspect the place the shots had come from. All i found was three .223 plate casings. This was Sunni 's M.O. all the way, her favorite weapon as she liked to kill from a distance. Clearly, she knew i was here, and why, and wanted to give a message. I knew she had no way of knowing what I looked like. I had the advantage there, i had a flick. She was a beauty, 5'5, big tits and flat belly and a great ass. Her hair reached mid back and she had the kind of legs that should be bare at all times just for their looks.

From the vantage full point I can see the room where Ming dynasty and I had our final brush. A man had entered the way where Ming dynasty's naked body was still sprawed on the bed."Must be the clean up expert."I thought to my ego as the man examined the room, but when he came to Ming's body instead of processing the picture he began to touch her breasts and inserted his fingers into her pussy. With drawing his script he marveled at the juice sticking to his fingers ( I came hard into Ming ), he then began to move out his pant and began to fuck Ming dynasty's all in body. At get-go I was taken aback by this, but eventually I decided to reach the guy a break. It was a thankless job to clean up after the agents, so I will let him have his fun. After all, Ming dynasty was dead and her finely trunk would be wasted soon. Why not let other hard working logistical workers have their fun. I decided to go down steps and have some coffee before returning to the room. By the clip I returned Ming's body was covered on top of a sheet of plastic and the man was patching up bullet holes. I told him I will compile my things and leave him to complete up. Before I left I wanted to say my goodbyes I uncovered Ming's face, the bullet hole in her forehead was still raw and her oculus are still rolled upwards with her mouth opened. I thought of kissing her one lase time but noticed midst clear liquidness on the edges of her mouth. Not doubt left by the man cleaning up on the other slope of the room. I simply covered her back up and left.

A couple of her cohorts had been captured by our Allies in Bahrain. They had managed to `` convert '' them to cooperate in giving us where Sunni could be found in Hong Kong. I waited til the clean-up was complete and checked out of the hotel. I went to stay at a dive i knew down on the water front near the docks. The embassy had a man matching my deion leave using my return ticket home plate. We hoped Sunni Muslim would call up I had left and come out of hiding more readily.

I went to a bar she was known to buy at using the guise of Col. Vladimir Doshenko, a russian war machine attache. I spoke everlasting russian from my clip spent there over the hold up 15 years. I was about to leave, when `` she '' came in. The pic did not do her Justice Department. Those peg made me surd in that mini skirt and those tits, wow how they bounced as she walked. She had a crooked smile of ego satisfaction, probably thinking she had scared off the fearful American agent.

I saw the bartender rustle to her and look in my direction. She walks over and stands in front end of me hands on shapely hips. She tells me she has heard i 'm russian and that she liked russians and from my looking could see i liked her too. Well, i have to confess, at least part of me was very happy to see her. We talked and fuddle vodka for hours. About windup time, we were both drunk, she more than me. She invited me to her place for a `` nightcap ''.

When we got to her place just outside the city, she pointed to the bar for me to fix us each a drink. She went to deepen. fountainhead change is n't exactly make up, she came back bare and stood in the threshold while my eyes nearly popped from looking at her utter cutis and those round tits and smooth sleek legs. She reached and turned out the lights and crossed the room. There was plenty of Christ Within entering from out of doors and it reflected from her fluent skin. I could see her tits leap as she walked and my cock was like steel.

She walked to me and pressed her body against me before unbuttoning my shirt and then my pants which made a thud on the story as they landed. Before i knew it, i was standing there in my Jockey shorts my turncock straining to get out. I embraced her and slowly dropped to the floor. My custody roamed her body, and several finger found their way up into her slippery channel drive in and out as she moaned and her hips moved to their contact.

My mouth covered her tit and sucked in as much as i could then as i pulled away, i took her nipple between my dentition and licked across it pulling and stretching peel of her tit. My fingerbreadth drove faster and faster into her becoming soaked in her juice. I gradually covered her dead body with mine. Her magnanimous tits squashed to my bureau as my mouth found hers and we tried to breastfeed each early 's glossa out.

Her legs spread wide and my fingerbreadth slipped from her as i arched and replaced them with my hot throbbing cock. It slid its wide length into her easily. She was so wet and slippery inside my dick was totally soaked in secondment as my coat of arms wrapped around her holding her ending as i used my hips to drive her sweet bout ass into the story. She began to moan and told me how much she enjoyed being fucked by a russian.

She would arc and upgrade her hips with my outward driving force and then my downwards thrust would almost drive her ass through the floor into what ever was on the former side. In the next 20 minutes she must have had at least 5 orgasm. She was panting and so was i as she reached to grab my balls and squeeze them gently. That was all it took for me to flood her slippery wet vagina with my hot muggy cum. I spewed so practically into her that it seaped out around my cock and along both out legs.

I reached back on the floor and fumbled around my clothes. In the pocket of my pants was a low .22 calibre semiautomatic with 7 shots. The shots alternated between voiceless period and bird shot. The first being a regular .22 long rifle tough point. I kissed her lips and raised up my cock still in her and fired a shooting into the midriff of her navel. Her navel now had a dark nearly quarter inch golf hole in the middle from which, blood began to trickle.

Her eyes told the news report as her face contorted in pain in the ass she had this feel of disbelief and shock. I looked in her eye as i said, you 've been fucked by Dalton Frederich and laughed. I told her this shot was for Ming and fired a rhythm of bird shot into her left tit. About a dozen pocket-sized pickle appear and each trickles blood

down her tit. She squirms under me as i fire a third shaft into her belly halfway between her navel and sternum. Her wooden leg begin to twitch and tremble as i pull out of her. As i pull out of her, my prick spews cum over her belly and pubes up to the origin coming from her half gone navel.

I reached down a bed covering her labia with the gun barrel of the gun, smiling, i told her this one was for Ming. I fired and the gun spews a cum of birdshot and hot buring powder into the cum covered paries of her vagina. Blood begins to flux from her slit. I stand over her, cum dripping on her tits, chest, neck and face as i fire three more shots into her body. Her ripe tit jiggles as it is pierced, some birdshot for her pubic region and another bullet shattering the essence of her sternum and piercing her heart. stemma spurts out of that muddle quickly covering her thorax. Her hind arches and then slowly drops with a gurgling sigh, her eyes dialate to blackened pools and she lays quiet.

Her once howling body now a bloody mess a XII holes in her left over tit and pubis from the birdshot and the other holes leaking their stock like a bounce of biography. I dress and leave her home base and go back to town and the embassy to get a new ticket plate. I wanted to tell Ming 's category she had been avenged, but i knew that was n't possible. So now she will be a new name in the memoirs of a retired political science agent. Maybe if they read it they will know.

Dalton shuts off the tapeline and heads off to bed. He sleeps peacefully feeling no remorse for removing the enemies of his rural area from this lifespan. After all, he was the Charles Herbert Best and there were so many he can hardly think back them all .