Extra Income III
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, WARNING - SNUFF
A Eunuch’s wife finds a way to earn extra cash as a hit woman.&nbsp; She has to vary her routine to keep from being detected.&nbsp; Her new job has some perks too.
My name is Sharon. As you may know from reading my last two postings, I made
my husband Jim into a eunuch some time back. Having a eunuch hubby leaves a
girl in need, even though he licks me to heaven twice a week or so. Luckily
“my business” allows me to get full relief just about as often as I have need,
which is about every week or two, and I get to send one of my clients to
heaven too. They get to go there just once though. :) The great thing is, I
get to have a really good time in bed without subsequent entanglements
endangering my marriage. None of my liaison partners ever asks for a second
“date”.  
  
The “special bra” method works very well much of the time, and the .22 cal
silencer has done good service for me on many other occasions. However I had
an international request that gave me pause to think. I could not check a gun
on an international flight, and even my special bra method might be risky. I
needed something simple, quick, quiet, and local. Then I remembered high
school biology class. Have you ever “pithed” a frog before dissection?  
  
Jacques had been a problem for his boss. A simple and final solution was
needed, and fast. Jacques was only 23 years old, and had the body of a god. I
flew into Paris and was picked up by a limousine and whisked to the hotel near
the Louvre. I love museums. I checked in with a wig, a false name and
passport. They didn’t check very carefully anyway. To avoid jet lag, I stayed
up the rest of the afternoon and went shopping at Printemps department store.
I bought an ice pick and some of the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. It wasn’t
cheap (the lingerie) but this job was paying VERY well, so I splurged. I
figured Jacques would approve. I was right.  
  
I went back to the hotel. The bed had a nice headboard covered in thick
fabric. I embedded the ice pick into the fabric behind the headboard, just out
of sight, but within easy reach over the top.  
  
The next day I was chauffeured to the company branch headquarters in Paris. I
introduced myself as a new sales rep for one of the company’s products.
Jacques fell for me at once. Apparently he was quite a lady’s man – but then
aren’t all the French? We made a date for dinner and a tiny place along the
Seine. At 8:00 we met and I had one of the best poisson (fish) dishes that I’d
ever tasted. I invited Jacques back to my hotel, and he eagerly accepted. I
know I had a job to do, but I was really looking forward to some French
hospitality first. I was not disappointed.  
  
I peeled off my blouse, revealing the bra I had bought at Printemps. A zipper
pull later, my skirt fell uselessly on the floor, and Jacques got the whole
picture. He whistled his approval and gently hugged me. He was so smooth as he
caressed my body, and I felt SO sexy. Eventually he shed his clothes too. By
then I was wild with passion. I asked him to sit at the head of the bed, his
back to the headboard. I moved the pillows, then sat over Jacques, facing him
and the headboard. Up and down I bucked until reaching the big “O”. Jacques
was such a gentleman, he had not cum yet, and was still hard as a rock. Soon I
settled down and began a pumping motion again. I could tell he was getting
close as his face began to grimace and his breathing became ragged. I put my
hands around the back of his head and pulled his head into my ample breasts.
He began pumping his load.  
  
Ever notice that the back of a man’s skull has a soft spot in the middle down
near the base? I found that spot with my left finger. With my right hand I
grasped the handle of the ice pick and guided the point just to the tip of my
finger. I plunged it in and up, then stirring a little. Scrambled eggs anyone?
His eyes wiggled a little back and forth, then rolled back into his head. I
withdrew the pick while sliding my finger over the hole. There was virtually
no bleeding as I held my finger there for a few minutes. His penis was still
pulsing for a while, I guess that part of a man’s anatomy goes on autopilot at
some point, so why not let him finish? Afterward I showered and cleaned up.
Then, after rigor mortis had set in, I sliced off his balls and slid them up
into my pussy. Jacques US bosses would want them as proof, and I didn’t dare
risk an international shipment. His balls would stay warm & fresh in their new
home. I caught an early flight through Heathrow and enjoyed “that full
feeling” for the whole transatlantic trip.  
  
While I was on the flight home, a businessman in the next seat was hitting on
me. He was pretty handsome. I told him I’d broken up with my boyfriend in
Paris after a wild night. He intimated that he wanted a wild night like that
with me. I took his card and said I’d think about it. Maybe he could meet my
needs during a dry spell. Unfortunately for him, he might wind up as a
“freebie” mark before the night was out – IF I treat him to the pleasures that
Jacques had tasted….  
  
Thanks to hubby for posting this.  
  
Cheers,  
  
Sharon Fox  
jimfoxeu@hotmail.com  
  

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