- By Anonymous
Standing in a teeny thong barely covering her coveted prize, Tasha felt flattered as she looked down upon the naked man on his knees before her, his erect cock jutting out toward her.
Tasha looked down into the doomed man's eyes, savoring the feeling of power, knowing that her barely clad sexy body would be his last sight on earth, that she, the woman, was the triumphant one. What a nice compliment, she thought, looking at the man's throbbing cock. She loved knowing that he wanted her so badly and there was no way it was going to happen.
Amused at the hunk's helpless position, naked on his knees before her, Tasha thought back to how she had ended up putting him in such a state,
She slipped silently into his house, moving down the hall toward her victim's bedroom. She knew he wouldn't pose much of a problem, her male opponents never did, and then she could accomplish her mission, to take the list of names of those who needed to be eliminated.
Stepping into the man's room, Tasha allowed her trench coat to drop to the floor, revealing her sexy tan body with a mere patch of fabric between her legs. The man was caught off guard, lying in bed in his underwear. He sat up, swinging his legs around so he was sitting on the side of his bed facing Tasha.
He was a muscular man, with a broad chest, a true hunk, but Tasha wasn't worried, she was confident he wouldn't cause her much trouble. She smiled when she saw the bulge in his underwear
Tasha moved over toward the hunk, almost gliding, and took him in her arms, pressing up against him, grinding against his throbbing cock. Grabbing the back of his underwear, Tasha yanked up, wedging the back between the man's muscular ass cheeks, as she placed her hand against his throat and dragged him across the room and slammed him up against the wall. He groaned from the impact of hitting the wall. Tasha then pinned him against the wall with her forearm against his throat.
"You have quite a package there," Tasha teased.
The man tried to respond but Tasha's arm against his throat prevented him from speaking.
She released the back of his underwear and moved toward the hunk's side. She glanced across the room into a full length mirror and was turned on by the sight. It was so erotic, so hot, a sexy dark skinned, barely dressed, babe holding a hunk trapped up against the wall with her arm across his throat, while his excited cock spasmodically twitched beneath his shorts.
Tasha karate chopped the helpless man against his washboard belly and his body jerked backed. What a rush! Tasha delivered another karate chop right against the center of the shaft of his cock. She made sure not to strike too hard or to hit the sensitive nerve spots she had learned over her years as an assassin.
She paused, toying with the once macho man, then struck again with a karate chop, hitting his cock and smiling as the telltale sign of pre-cum oozing out darkened the front of his shorts. One more should do it, Tasha thought. The poor man, so desperately in need of release, so sure that he was going to be the one to fuck her, only to find that she was the superior one, the one completely in control. It must be so frustrating, Tasha thought, for the captive hunk, his cock about to explode, but not even being able to poke out of his underwear, and all because of her, because she was the superior fighter, and lover, though he would never get to experience her charms.
Tasha delivered another karate chop and stepped back, releasing her arm from the hunk's throat. He slumped back against the wall and a jet of cum shot up and out, some staining his shorts even more, and the head of his penis burst out over the waistband of his underwear, a stream of cum splattered across his washboard gut.
He was down now, lying with his back against the wall. Crouching before his spent form, her crotch mocking his ineptitude, Tasha slipped his cum-stained shorts off, stripping him naked. She admired his muscular naked body for a few moments. Then Tasha grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to his knees. There he was naked before her, defeated, no longer a threat.
"That so-called weapon between your legs is highly overrated," Tasha laughed.
The defeated hunk's eyes glowered at Tasha with seething hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
"Time to say good-bye, stud," Tasha said, shooting her leg out and striking his cock with two toes.
"Uh," the hunk groaned.
Tasha smiled as the man's erect cock started trembling. "I just killed you," Tasha said nonchalantly. "Hit a nerve spot that means you're finished."
The hunk's eyes opened wide as his cock started thrusting forward, completely out of control, as if he was desperately fucking the air.
Tasha placed her hands on her shapely hips and watched with amusement. Shouldn't be long now, she thought, marveling at the way the poor hunk's cock jerked about.
The man cried out. then his eyes rolled in his head, as his cock exploded, a stream of cum shooting up into the air and then dropping on the carpet. With cum still oozing out of the head of his penis, still on his knees, the hunk collapsed on his belly before Tasha, quite dead.
That was easy enough, Tasha thought, as she walked over and placed her foot in triumph on the hunk's bare ass. Once again, she looked over at the full length mirror and savored the sight of herself standing in victory over the naked hunk.
She then nudged his body with her foot, flipping the naked hunk over onto his back, where she was pleased and took it as a high compliment that his cock, slickened with cum, remained erect and towering as if in supreme tribute to her as the triumphant Goddess who had thoroughly humiliated him before so easily taking his life.
Tasha walked over to the desk in his room, It didn't take long, she found the list she wanted, a list with twelve names of important male agents that she had been assigned to take out.
Glancing once more at her naked male victim, Tasha blew the dead man a kiss, ready to go out on the town to celebrate, rounding up a hunk of her own to fuck, knowing that there was much more sex waiting in her future but that the defeated hunk's fucking days were over, and that she was the one responsible for that. She slipped back into her trench coat, smiling as she felt the wetness beneath her panties, and disappeared into the night.