The Hitman's Last Job



She felt his rock hard penis against her stomach as she moved and as it pressed up against her breasts she made sure to linger for a moment. Now kneeling in front of him she playfully bent down, flicked out her tongue and moved it across the space above his jeans. He felt the need to rise up to meet her mouth but she pulled away and sat on the floor in front of him.

For a little while she just sat and looked Carl in the eye as she bit her lip. She wanted him to feel as though it was only the two of them in the whole world. As she made sure she could hold his gaze she began to slide off her top and pull it over her head. Her breasts felt swollen in her hands and she squeezed them hard. She bent down to lick a nipple. It was hard in her mouth and she sucked on it gently while still looking Carl in the eye.

She could see him writhe in his pants, desperate to be touched. And he was gasping softly as he pressed his hardness up to feel some pressure against his zipper. His eyes grew wider as she stroked her sides gently with her fingers brushing softly down the sides of her ribs. It tickled her and made the tiny hairs on her body stand on end. She pushed her thumbs into the side of her jeans and began to wriggle them off over her bottom and down her legs. Then she stood up to make the big reveal. Kicking her jeans to the side she stood wearing only her panties and Carl could see a little wet patch growing in between her legs.

He wanted so desperately to grab hold of her, to pin her to the floor and push into her over and over again. Meanwhile sweat was collecting on his brow and he had the urge to pull out his penis and hold it tightly in his hand as he stroked it hard. Anna could see the lust in his eyes and felt wetter at the thought of him watching her.

She wanted to make a big show of her body and bring him to the brink of excitement. Kneeling down on all fours in front of him she slowly gripped the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Carl leaned forward to get a closer look but he held himself back from touching her. As her panties came all the way down Anna revealed her plump and wet pussy that she was desperate to touch.

Carl felt as though he was ready to cum as he looked at her press two fingers in between her lips. She slid them through the sticky wetness over her clit and felt the immense pleasure it brought her. Moaning loudly she worked her fingers fast in circular motions until she too felt close to coming. Holding off she moved away from Carl and sat facing him with her legs apart. She could see that his cheeks were burning red.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do this you know,” his voice was raspy through laboured breaths.
“Why… you think I’m too much of a good girl?” she giggled.


The truth was that the alcohol had loosened her up and helped her relax and it brought out a feeling of confidence she’d never had before. For only the second time in her life she felt as though she was a free and sexual being and she wanted to make the most of it. Holding Carl’s gaze she held out her hand and proceeded to spit into it. She held the string of spit and let it hang until it touched her clitoris. It made Carl groan as he pushed up into his pants more. Seeing her wetness and how confident she was made him hornier than ever and he wanted to kneel down in front of her and worship her body.

Sensing his restlessness Anna shook her head with a smirk.

“Not yet…. I can’t touch you remember?”


And he nodded as he watched her massage the spit into her lips. She moaned loudly as she became swollen beneath her fingertips. She’d never felt so aroused or so comfortable with her own exhibitionism. Feeling that she was close to climax however, she pulled her hand away.

“Why did you stop?” Carl asked desperately as he watched her stand up.
“You’ll see,” she stepped forward and bent down.


Pulling down his zipper she saw his enormous cock spring out from under his pants and she watched as the pre cum oozed from the tip.

“You’re not supposed to touch me!” Carl laughed. “But who am I to stop you?”
“Shhh….” she pressed a finger to her mouth. “Do you like lap dances?”
“Yeah……” Carl groaned as he tried to keep his hands off her.
“We didn’t say anything about you not touching me though,” and she grabbed his hands as she began to sway.


She was only inches away from his erect penis as she moved. And the feel of her breasts in his hands was so good that Carl felt he would come of only she touched him for a second. Anna though knew how close he was and enjoyed every second of teasing him. She looked down at his purple head and saw that it was swollen and sensitive. She wanted to grab hold of it and sit on it. And she wished she could bounce up and down on it over and over as it filled her up. But they had a deal and so she stayed away… Although barely.

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