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Jack was the archetypal male chauvinist - a macho-man. Handsome he was, and he knew it, and capitalised on it to the full. Every weekend he picked up a fresh "chick" and dropped her just as regularly. But then he met Tarina....
Now she was something else...everything a man could describe in his parlance - a beaut., a bombshell, a sexy bit of stuff. English but with certain physical characteristics of a Spanish flavour. Lovely long black hair shimmering its waviness down her back, dark, piercing eyes, full, pouting lips and so awfully kissable. She possesed a fabulous figure, her long legs seemed to go on forever. Her breasts jutted out proudly, almost intimidatingly...sort of threatening, the kind that demands obedience to lesser mortals to move aside! Her waist narrow, her hips just the right width, and her backside, that arse of hers...well, we'll just have to wait for that descrption...
"Jack, old buddy, you've definitely hit the jackpot this time...and hey, big buddy down there, I've sure found us a lovely pot of honey to dip you into..."
Jack, ever pretentious, liked to adopt an American drawl under these kind of circumstances. It gave his ego a lift and he assumed girls liked it and were impressed. Well, the types he picked up in discos, pubs and clubs. Nice girls all right, very sexy, but young and so impressionable.
He finished his pee and gave his chopper a shake and a comforting squeeze before tucking it back under his underpants. "Won't be long now, old matey," he muttered as he swaggered out of the gents.
There she was, waiting for him by the bar. The most desirable female in the hall. What a dream. He saw other chaps giving her the eye, and it riled him: Keep your fuckin' eyes off her, he muttered under his breath as he threaded his way through the cluster of males and females on the floor.
He arrived at her side having spotted a few of his discarded girlfriends. He simply grinned or smirked at their questioning looks. He couldn't give a damn. Tarina was a lovely ripe peach among those "carrots" and "spuds." He stepped up to her side and stood by her. He glanced down at her gorgeous breasts straining at the material of her mini-dress top. God, he thought, no wonder those blokes were ogling her! Bet they'd give a month's salary just to feel them, kiss them, suck those...Hey, steady on, you're gettin' a hard-on!
"Let's go," he said abruptly.
"Why?" she asked softly.
"Cos I said. Let's go. This place is just too big for the two of us...too bloody crowded." There he went again, adopting that psuedo American accent.
A little smile crossed her beautiful face. It was getting easier. Might get the job done quicker, but mustn't rush things: "But where?"
"Anywhere."
"Your place or mine?"
Jack thought for a moment as he steered the tall girl towards the nearest exit: "Yours, if you want. Where d'ya live?"
He liked the place. Nice area. More up-market than he was used to. She led him into her flat. Very plush and so quiet. Other than being impressed by the opulance of the apartment he had one thing on his mind as he followed her. His eyes greedily, lustfully feasted on her svelte figure, particularly on her prominent bum. Oh, to get my hands on those gorgeous cheeks, he thought, I might just hold on to you for a few weeks. You're somethin' special, darlin'. God, that arse of yours!
Tarina was a specialist in her profession. Not a prostitute but a well-paid, intrepid assassin and as pitiless as any killer would be. She didn't mind killing women if asked to, but preferred men. In her own words, "I find it far more exhilarating to kill undesirable men."
She turned to face him with a seductive smile. The unsuspecting victim leered back, his eyes leaving hers to focuss on her jutting breasts only partially covered by her dress. Then his eyes lowered to her fabulous legs...her thighs, the mini-dress only just covering her knicker-clad loins. Of all the girls he'd known and bedded, this creature was the queen of them all. He could feel his member hardening - shewing its impatience, its eagerness.
"Let's have a little drink," she suggested sexily.
"Why not?" he grinned, and chose a seat to flop into, a long settee. He sprawled his legs out uncouthly and loosened his shirt. He did not see her drop the soluble tablet in his whisky. She brought both small glasses over and handed him his. She stood purposely with her feet apart, flaunting herself but watched him carefully as he took the whisky and gulped it down. A sinister smile flickered over her beautiful features. So easy.
He gazed hungrily at her as she sipped her vodka: "Hey, come on, baby," he drawled in his pseudo accent that sounded more Irish than real American, "We haven't got all night."
Tarina merely grinned and took a final sip, "But I have," she murmured seductively.
"Yeah, maybe, honey, but not this guy." He raised himself up from the settee and made to reach out for her. Suddenly, a frown came over him. He put his hand to his head. "Oh, my Gawd...I...I...feel...."
He fell back onto the settee in a semi-stupor. Tarina quickly put her glass down. She produced a length of cord and, as he mumbled incoherently, she tied his hands behind him. "Got you!" she muttered triumphantly. She dragged him off the settee and quickly, efficiently, stripped him naked.
The tablet she had drugged him with was mild and so it wasn't long before he sarted to come round.
He opened his eyes to see that lovely vision standing over him. "Wha...what's this?" he asked, "What the hell!" He looked up at her and saw the cold look in her dark, Spanish eyes. A sense of panic sent a chill down his spine. "What...you some kind of kink or somethin'? Okay, if that's how you play, I'm all yours, but afterwards, darlin', I'll shew you a trick or two, but look, you don't have to..."
"But I do, Jack," she replied returning his leering look. She then began lifting her mini-dress. Jack stared, his eyes widening. The tiny, bikini-styled knickers came into view. He stared and saw the unusual bulge. He gave a gasp and looked quickly back at her face then back again to the bulge.
"I don't believe it!" he croaked, "You're...you're...Oh, my God!"
Tarina lifted her mini-dress off over her head revealing her magnificent body. Her breasts had no bra, certainly didn't need any support. In a stunned silence, Jack looked as she slowly thumbed down the wispy garment. Fist came the dark, pubic bush that sprang out to blossom over a fantastic male organ.
Again, he sucked in a lungful of air. He saw that, just like his own had earlier, it was swelling of its own accord.
"But I'm not like that...I'm not a...."
"I know that, Jack. It's not really what I've got you for. I'm going to kill you. I've been paid to get rid of you. One of your girlfriends wants you dead. It's that simple.
As if posing for an x-rated movie, Tarina began caressing her breasts, tweaking each nipple to a hard- ness, all the while keeping her sensuous eyes on his. Leaving one hand to fondle and stroke her orbs she ran her other hand down her side, over her stomach and then grasped her masculine appendage. Almost immediately it became rock-hard, a truly awesome size - it must have measured a good nine inches. She drew the foreskin back to expose the breathtaking dome, a crown of glistening, shiny fulness bissected by its urethra.
Transfixed by its enormity, the bizarreness, Jack could only gape. His mind bubbling with confusion, not only by the death threat but by that lovely "female's" frightening penis. He could perceive her twin scrotum as the fleshy column was lifted.
With a wiicked smile, Tarina fell to her knees. With surprising strength she lifted his legs and guided her erection to his anus. Without any preliminaries or lubrication, she ruthlessly plunged her penis into his rectum. Jack gave a howl at the sudden pain as he was impaled. Tarina then began pumping and jerking her hips driving her fulness deep inside him to the the very base of her manly organ. He even felt her plump balls thumping his buttocks as she callously raped him.
He continued staring up at her in some disbelief, actually being raped by a.... he couldn't even think, but by a female, a beautiful female who should have been the one he was fucking.
The thought of her killing him crossed his wild thoughts as she thrusted her weapon into him: "You're, you're...not...Uuugh...going...Uuugh...to...kill me really?" he gasped.
Tarina gave him a sinister smiled and kept jerking herself into his anus. Suddenly, her jerks quickened, beads of sweat appeared on her brow. Her hands went to his throat, her thumbs on his windpipe. Her hips kept pumping as she slowly squeezed, then she applied more pressure. She grinned into his staring eyes as she felt the beginning of her ejaculation.
"Die, you worthless bastard!" she gasped, and then gave a loud moan as her semen raced through her penis and into his rectum. She then exerted greater pressure on his windpipe as that glorious sensation exploded in her loins. Then she collapsed on his lifeless body - a job well done.
Humming cheerfully, she went to the telephone. "Hello, yes, this is T. The job's done. How long will you be? Good, bring the van round to the rear. I'll take a quick shower.
Early next day, out in some deserted spot, the body of Jack was found. It was presumed that the corpse was that of a rent boy or some queer who had fallen foul of a customer.
~The end ~
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