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Rat infestation? Eliminate male rats easily and effectively. Send a list of the vermins habits, whereabouts and typical haunts along with a picture or two. My usual fee is $10,000 up front electronically deposited into an account in the Caymans, followed by $10,000 upon completion of the job. I return some physical evidence as proof of the job complete and expect final payment upon submission. I will require your name and address and phone number for security and verification purposes. My name is Sharon. I made my husband Jim into a eunuch and took on a lover some time back. I still love my eunuch-hubby a lot, but he lost his job after getting less aggressive. I suppose that is a natural outcome of losing his manhood to me, he must have less testosterone. His boss even said one day Whats the matter with you, man? Havent you got any balls? Jim has been too embarrassed to tell anyone. Anyway, my salary as a nurse was just not enough for us to live on, so I decided to try something new. I remembered how easy it was to attract a lover when my husband challenged me, and how horny it made me feel to take total power over him and rob hubby of his manly essence. That gave me my idea. I got an email account on a public service, and checked it by visiting various internet cafes and downloading my mail to a thumb drive. At $20,000 a pop, I only needed a half dozen hits to make up for Jims salary. My most recent job opportunity came in a message from Mr. Jackson. It seems that a rat named John has infested a particular part of Cleveland. He was a construction contractor, and I had his name, home address, current job sites, and a couple of bars he frequents along with two JPG photos. My client has no idea I am a woman, and I have no idea why the mark has been selected. Neither of us needs to know. Isnt email wonderful? Mr Jackson checked out as a local builder (not an FBI agent) so I accepted the job. After flying to Columbus, I rented a car and drove to Cleveland. Its harder to track me that way, just in case. I rented a room near one of the bars that John frequented. I put on my special bra, dressed up in a low cut blouse and tight jeans, then sauntered on down to the bar. It was a short walk. After settling onto a bar stool, I saw John walk in and sit a few places over. I winked at him and he bought me a drink. Easy Money I thought to myself, and I was right. In a moment he sidled up next to me and began the small talk. I told him I was in town for a cosmetics convention and didnt know a soul. He offered to keep me company, and I replied that I could use some excitement as it had been years since my husband gave me any. That did it. I saw him slip his wedding band off his finger and into his pocket. Bastard I thought, it might even be his wife who is really footing the bill for my services. Oh well, a rat like this wont be missed. He offered to make my evening exciting, and I accepted. Why dont you drive me to a local motel, rent a room, and have some fun in private I asked. We were out the door in a flash. John drove me to a nearby motel and rented a room while I waited in the car. This was almost too easy. Once in the room I began a slow striptease down to my bra & panties. Let me see what youve got first I said as he began to fondle my breasts through the bra. He didnt take long to undress. He was pretty well endowed, and I was impressed. This was going to be fun. I let him remove my bra and slide down my panties. I think he liked the shaved snatch. It would be doing its job in a minute. Anyway we lay down on the bed and I asked him to suck my left nipple. Hmmm Tangerine! he said. Lick my whole booby clean I told him, and he did a good job. Now take care of my right titty I pleaded. Strawberry he cried as he licked that breast clean. I bet you were hoping for Cherry I laughed, well use your imagination and I spread my legs. He didnt waste any time sliding that big endowment into my shaved pussy. God he felt big and good. He began his pistoning, complimenting me on my tightness. This was a good screw, and the feeling was mutual. Unfortunately for John it would be his last. After a few minutes as I arched back and came in a loud wail, he stiffened and bottomed out inside me as far as he could go and groaned out his pleasure not knowing it was his last. He must have had a lot stored up in his balls, as there was quite a puddle draining out of my puss as he rolled off me. I stood up and put on my special bra. He lay on the bed looking up at me in rapture. His cum was still leaking out and running down my leg as I looked down at him and sighed. Too bad, you have such a nice set of equipment I said, such a shame to shut them down. What do you mean he demanded and tried to sit up, but to no avail. His muscles just would not cooperate. Mr. Jackson sends his regards I said. You were so good in bed, Im sorry he has had you killed. John tried to yell What do you mean, I aint dead, I... I Yes you are John, Ive killed you. Remember my tasty breasts? My bra has some special stuff flavored with tangerine in the left cup, and a second part flavored with strawberry in the right cup. Mixed together and in the presence of acid stomach acid it makes a strong neurotoxin that has you paralyzed. Some guys actually stop breathing. John kept breathing and trying to talk, but his vocal cords would not work. Oh just one more thing. Im sorry, but I must give something of you to Mr. Jackson in order to complete our contract. With that I reached into my purse and pulled out the sharp carving knife that I bought in Columbus. John had a terrified look in his eyes as I brought the blade down under his sack. While firmly holding his now shriveling dick and low hanging balls, I drew the knife upwards in a slicing motion, and it did its job nicely. John would bleed out over the next 30 minutes, with the blood easily masking any possible DNA remnants from my fluids on the sheets. I put his male equipment into a strong zip-lock bag and down into my purse. I slipped on my panties while Johns fading eyes watched my wet pussy disappear into the panties, then finished dressing. After wiping down the faucets, toilet handle, door knob etc, I left him on the bed for the maid to find the next day. No trace of me or my fingerprints were left behind. I walked to a nearby restaurant and ate dinner, then caught a cab back to my hotel. The next morning I checked out, drove back to Columbus, disposed of the knife and took off my wig. I put the zip-lock bag into an overnight shipping box and sent it to Mr. Jackson from Columbus, then caught a flight home. I was so horny when I got home that I screwed my lover all night. My lover does not know about my second job although my eunuch-husband does. Someday if I tire of my lover, I may use the technique on him. It seems to work every time. Sharon Fox [email protected] |