Lorna: by Purplecat Lorna Parks walked quickly down the sidewalk. She stopped at a pay phone and dug in her purse for some coins. She dialed the number and waited. "Hello." A voice said. "Ms. Wilson?" Lorna asked. "Yes this is Emily Wilson." "Ms. Wilson, My name is Joann Turner, I must talk with you. Are you busy right now?" Lorna asked. "No, but what is this about?" Emily asked. "I can't discuss it over the phone, I must tell you in person. Can I come over right now?" "Miss Turner, you're a complete stranger. What could you possible have to say to me?" "It concerns your husband, and if you'll see me you'll thank me for the rest of your life." "Well alright if it concerns Donald I'll see you for a few minutes." Lorna rang the bell at the Wilson home and was surprised when an elderly lady opened the door. Her husband Donald was at least twenty years younger than her. Lorna had never met him face to face but she had followed him over the last few days and knew exactly what he looked like. "Miss Wilson?" "Yes, my dear and you must be Miss Turner. Please come in." Emily led her down a hall and into a large living room; after they were seated Emily smiled at her. "Now what's this about my husband?" she asked. "I don't know how to say this except to just say it, your husband has hired me to kill you." "Kill me!" "Yes, he paid me ten thousand and I'm to get another ten after I do the job." Lorna explained. "No, Please don't." Emily cried, holding her hands up in front of her. "Don't worry I don't intend to do it. Unless I have too, I can't stand a man that cheats on his wife. You know he's having an affair don't you?" "Yes, with a woman named Janet Carson." "That's right, they want you dead so they can have your money and get married to each other. If Donald just divorces you, he'll get nothing." "I knew he didn't love me but I never thought he would try to have me killed. What do you mean unless you have to?" Emily said looking frightened. "I've got ten thousand coming, if you pay it to me instead of him, you see what I mean." "Yes I see." "On the other hand you could give me twenty and I'll take care of that husband stealing slut for you." "You would?" Emily said. Lorna watched as the wheels turned in Emily's head. Her expression changed to a hard determined look. "Do it." she said. "As you know Donald is going to Cleveland tomorrow at five, she's supposed to join him tomorrow evening, she's taking off from work at noon and her plane leaves at seven. They don't want to be seen traveling together. I'll get her before she leaves, I'm supposed to do you the following day between nine AM and noon, Donald's going to be in a meeting at that time." Emily went to a picture on the wall she hinged it out and revealed a wall safe behind it; she spun the dial and opened the safe. She took out two packs of one hundred dollar bills and closed and locked the safe. "I take it I'm supposed to pay you half now and half after the deed is done." She said, handing Lorna the money. Lorna carefully gripped the packs of money by the edges and slipped them into her purse. "Yes that's right, but tell me do you expect Donald to come home tomorrow before he leaves?" "No he always takes his bags to the office in the morning, he'll be going straight to the airport from there." "Good, so I can safely come here for the rest of my money anytime tomorrow. Right?" Lorna asked. "Yes that's right." The next day Lorna was waiting for Janet when she came home for lunch. Janet smiled at her. "Hey what are you doing here?" she asked. Lorna had spent some time getting to know Janet. She started a conversation with her in a bar, and before you know it they were friends. Lorna had visited her twice before. "I heard you were leaving and I just wanted to say goodbye, I'm going away myself, I plan on being gone several months." "Oh is that right, come on in, I have some shopping to do before I catch my plane but we can have some lunch." "No thanks I have a lunch date, but go ahead we can talk while you eat." Lorna said. Lorna put her briefcase on the kitchen counter and sat at the table watching Janet make a sandwich, when she was finished she sat at the table and started eating. Earlier Lorna called Donald and asked him to meet her for lunch; she said she wanted to be sure all the details were worked out. She thought of him now sitting at the restaurant waiting for her. Janet was just talking away; Lorna was paying little attention to what she was saying. She got up and went to her briefcase and opened it, she removed the 357- magnum revolver with the silencer and pointed it at the back of Janet's head. "Hey I have something to show you." she said. As Janet turned her head Lorna shot her in the temple. Janet toppled sideways out of the chair and crashed to the floor. A pool of blood began to form around her head. Lorna grabbed hold of the counter top to keep her knees from buckling, the contractions in her vagina were so powerful. She always had a wonderful orgasm when she killed. She waited for it to subside and put the gun away then she took out a Polaroid camera and snapped a picture of Janet's face, then she quickly closed up her briefcase and walked out. Lorna walked around for a while then she called Donald's office, when she heard his voice. "Donald I'm so sorry but I couldn't make lunch. I still need to see you. Can you meet me at the art museum in thirty minutes? "Yeah I guess so." He said. Thirty minutes later Lorna was ringing the Wilson doorbell. When Emily answered the door she walked past her. "It's done, she said. In the living room Lorna sat with her briefcase on her lap and removed the picture. "Here she is, just the way you wanted her." she said smiling and handing the picture to Emily. Emily got up and went to the wall safe; as she worked the combination Lorna came up behind her when the safe door opened she shot Emily in the back of the head. This Orgasm wasn't as powerful as the last; she guessed it was because they were so close together. Lorna took all the money from the safe and put it in her briefcase. It was just as Donald had slipped up and told her in one of their phone conversations. "I could retire for life on just the money the bitch has in her wall safe." He said. Lorna had a driver's license with her picture on it that said she was Joann Turner she showed it to the agent at the airline desk. He checked her bags and briefcase and sent them off to the plane. When she got to Cleveland she took a cab to the hotel where Donald was staying. She went to the house phone and called the front desk and asked for his room number. She checked her bag with the bellboy and went to the elevator, outside his door she got out her gun and knocked. When he answered she shoved the gun in his face. "Back up big boy." She said. She forced him back into his room and made him sit in a chair. "What is this, If it's a robbery just take whatever you want." he said. She put the gun to his right temple and shot him. He just slumped in the chair and his head rolled back. Lorna fell on the bed grasping her cunt, this was a good one, she got off a lot stronger when she shot a man. She waited until it subsided then she sat up and removed the silencer from the gun. She pressed it into his hand being sure his prints was on the trigger then she let it fall to the floor. She took the first ten thousand that Emily gave her and pressed it into his hands, using a handkerchief so she wouldn't get her own prints on it. She pushed it into his suitcase under his underwear. She found his Wallet on the night stand and looked inside for credit cards, she called airline reservations and bought a ticket for him, early the next morning for Mexico then she got her briefcase and left. Her friend Mike was right, he was known as Michelangelo in the under ground and was one of the few people that knew Lorna was a killer. Mike was her hero, the ultimate killer. He told her. "You'll never make any money killing, robbery is where the money's at. How many hits a year do you do? Five, six. That's around a hundred to one twenty a year. You can do a lot better than that stealing." Here she was after killing only three people. Blaming all their deaths on one sorry son-of a bitch. She had over five hundred thousand in her briefcase. She felt no remorse for what she had done. She may of had a fleeting thought of sorrow for Emily. But it quickly passed from her mind. If Donald hadn't let it slip that Emily had all of that cash in her safe, she would have killed her and took the twenty thousand. She knew Mike was no thief. He was a bounty hunter but he didn't hunt crooks he hunted people who were in the witness protection program and had big rewards on their heads posted by the top gangsters in the country. He killed whole families, men women and children. He would earn two to three hundred thousand per hit. He was right about stealing though, she would steal every chance she got. In the hotel lobby she retrieved her bag and checked in as Joann Turner she went to her room and showered then she slipped into a silky, green mini dress with nothing under it, she slipped ten one hundred dollar bills into her purse. After seeing her briefcase locked firmly in the hotel vault, she headed for the bar. Lorna was not a big drinker but the bar was where the men were. After a kill she was always horny and she needed some cock. She was especially horny tonight because she had three kills that day. She found a table and told the waitress she wanted a white wine, before the wine came a man came up to her table with a drink in his hand. "Good evening. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. "Sure, have a seat." She said. "You in town on business?" he asked as he sat down. "Yes, I'm all through, be going home tomorrow." She said. "Jeez, I thought you were a prostitute. Sorry." He laughed. "No. I'm not interested in your money, but I think you do have something in your pants that I'm interested in." She said smiling. "Oh, well, in that case why don't we go up to my room?" Lorna wasn't interested in going to bed with the guy she just wanted to fuck. "No, I don't think so, but I will go to the men's room with you." She said. The man stood and she followed him to the back of the bar and into the men's room. She opened one of the stall doors. "Drop your pants and sit on the toilet." She said, "I'll do the rest." The man dropped his pants and sat. His cock was only about half hard. Lorna pulled her tits up over the low cut top of her dress and lifted her skirt showing him her shaved pussy. The man's cock stood at attention, she turned around and sat on his lap guiding his hard cock into her wet pussy. She bounced up and down on it, the man groaned and pushed up at her. She was almost ready to orgasm when she heard the door open and close. She had intentionally left the stall door open. When a man appeared at the opening she never stopped bouncing. "Take it out and let me suck it," she said. The new man unzipped his pants and stepped into the stall. Lorna leaned forward and stuffed his half hard cock in her mouth. Her orgasm came and went, but she never stopped fucking and sucking the two men. The man fucking her mouth came first, he filled her mouth and she swallowed, she sucked him dry as the man in her pussy began squirting it full. She stopped only after both cocks were soft. The men started adjusting their clothes and Lorna sat on the toilet letting the man's cum drain out of her. "I have two friends outside." The second man said. "Good, send them in." she said smiling. She cleaned herself with toilet paper and waited for the two to appear. When they came in she had one sit on the toilet and sat on him while she sucked the other, just as she had the first two. After they finished and left, she cleaned herself again. Then she went back to the bar room. All four of the men were sitting at the table where her wine was. She sat down and smiled at them. "That was fun. You guys want to come up to my room for an encore?" she asked. All four of them were more than ready. She fucked them into the early morning; they all left her room at around two AM. Later that morning she caught the plane home, when she arrived at her apartment she called her answering service. She had two messages, one from a man who left a phone number but no name, and the other from Mike. Her answering service was in the name of Joann Turner and they had no number to reach her, she used that number for prospective customers. Mike always referred customers that wanted some one hit, to her. She called Mike first. "Mike." He said. "Hi guy, it's me. What's up?" she asked. "I referred a guy to you, he's looking for someone to hit his business partner." Mike explained. "Who is he?" she asked. "His name is Fredric Nelson he's a big real estate guy. Claims his partner is fucking his wife. He offered me thirty grand to do the job. I told him I didn't do small time hits and gave him your number." "I got a number to call, it's probably him." she said. "Listen baby this guy is loaded, he can afford a lot more than thirty grand." "I'll check him out. Don't worry I'll get everything that I can out of the bastard." "Yeah. I hear the last guy I referred to you shot his wife and his girl friend then did himself in a hotel room in Cleveland." "Is that right. I wondered what happened to him I couldn't catch up with him." she lied. "Yeah, right baby, I heard his old lady had a fortune in her wall safe, they only found ten grand in his hotel room. The cops think that's all that was in the safe, but I bet you know better." He said laughing. "Why Mike I have no idea what your talking about." She said giggling. "Come by and see me baby you know where to find me." "I'll do that Mike." She said and hung up. Lorna was born and raised on a farm in Kansas. Her daddy raised cattle. They kept chickens and hogs for food. When she was eight Her daddy gave her a small thirty-two revolver. She loved that gun. She practiced constantly. She shot at tin cans, bottles anything that would make a good target. As she became better her targets got smaller and smaller. By the time she was ten she could hit a bottle cap at twenty paces. Her mother started letting her shoot a chicken when she wanted one for dinner. Lorna loved the way the chickens jumped around when she shot them in he head. Her little pussy always got wet. When it came time to kill the hogs she got to shoot them too. They butchered three that year and Lorna shot each of them cleanly in the brain. They didn't jump around like the chickens but it was still thrilling to kill something that big and it made her little panties wet. The most thrilling thing was when her daddy let her shoot a steer that he wanted to butcher. The animal was huge and he dropped like a rock when she shot him. That's when she realized the power she had when she had her gun in her hand. Her Daddy hired a drifter to do chores around the ranch. Hemp Taylor was a dirty looking man of about forty. He was always looking at Lorna out of the corner of his eye and when no one else was around he stared openly at her. She was twelve and her body had started to fill out. She was a very sexy looking little girl. One night after she was asleep, a hand that was clamped over her mouth awakened her. She tried to scream but it was useless. She struggled and fought but the man hit her and everything went black. When she woke up the man was lying on top of her trying to get his big cock into her pussy. She had something stuffed in her mouth and she couldn't cry out. The man drove his cock into her and ruined her hymen forever. She cried as the man fucked her. She fumbled under her pillow for her gun. Hemp raised himself up on his hands and started pounding her hard. She shot him between the eyes. He rolled off of her and onto the floor where he lay on his back, with his cock shooting semen on his belly and chest. In seconds the door burst open and her mother and daddy came in. Her daddy turned on the light and her mother screamed. He quickly pushed her from the room. "Go to our room and stay there until we get this mess cleaned up," he told her. Her brothers Tim and Jack came in almost immediately. Her daddy looked at her naked body and the blood oozing out of her little almost hairless pussy. "That son-of-a-bitch took your cherry. I was going to have that myself," he said and kicked Hemp's lifeless body. Lorna pulled the gag from her mouth and looked over the edge of the bed. "Can I shoot him again Daddy?" she asked, pointing her gun at Hemps nose. "Hell yes shoot the bastard again," he said. She put a hole right where his nose use to be and fell back on the bed screaming and holding her pussy. She was having her first ever orgasm. Sam Parks looked at his two teen-aged sons. Both of them had big bulges in their pajamas. "You boys go dig a hole under that big elm tree in the front yard. Make it plenty deep," he said and sat on the bed the next to Lorna. "I killed him didn't I?" she asked, smiling. "Deader than a door nail," Sam grinned. "He fucked me daddy!" "I can see that. Looks like he was getting ready to shoot his load just as you did. He cum all over himself." Lorna looked over the edge of the bed. "Is that what that white stuff is? Cum." "Yeah that's the stuff that makes babies,'" he said. "You was mad. You said you wanted to get my cherry," she said. "Yeah I've been planning that. I wanted to wait until you was thirteen. Them brothers of yours have been wanting to do it for a while, but I told them no, not until I got your cherry," "Tim and Jack wants to fuck me?" "They sure do honey. They both have a big hard on for you." Lorna was silent for a moment. "Daddy if we did it right now it would be almost like you were getting my cherry. Hemp didn't cum in me or anything. Please do it to me daddy," she begged. Sam looked at her sexy little body. He stood up and started unbuttoning his pajama top. "Okay baby if that's what you want. Daddy will surely oblige," he said, grinning. Lorna watched as he removed his pajamas. When his big hard cock sprang into view she gasped. "God it's even bigger than Hemp's." she said. "Don't you worry about that baby I'll go real slow and by the time were through you'll think it's just right," he said. Instead of crawling on top of her, he lowered his mouth to her pussy and licked it. She groaned and shoved her hips up at him. He kept licking her until she started to spasm in orgasm. Then he slowly entered her. Her cumming cunt welcomed him and he fucked her slow with long deep strokes. "Oh daddy it feels so good, I love your big cock," she moaned. He fucked her until he couldn't hold back any longer then he filled her with his sperm. She bucked up at him her pussy contracting in her third orgasm. She lay back and relaxed. "Oh Daddy that was wonderful. Now I know why the animals are always fucking," she said grinning. When Sam got up, Tim and Jack was standing at the door grinning. "Okay you can fuck her now, but no blow jobs or ass fucking those cherries are mine," Sam said, as he pulled on his pajamas. The three of them grabbed Hemp's body and started hauling it out. "Hey brothers. Can you come back when you're through? I could use some more fucking," she giggled. Her daddy did get her other two cherries. He made her suck his cock and swallow every drop of his thick cum. Lorna didn't mind in fact she liked it. Her mother oversaw her first ass fuck. She made sure Lorna was properly prepared. "Poor preparation on your first ass fuck can turn you away from it for life," she said. Lorna loved it. For the next five years she fucked her daddy and her brothers several times a week. She found out that her mother was fucking all three of them too but there was always a cock when she needed one. When she was seventeen Lorna decided she wanted to go out on her own. She had been fucking everyday for five years and she thought she might as well get paid for it. She was now a beautiful young girl with a shapely figure and tits to die for. She was bored with the same three cocks all the time. She wanted some variety. When she told her daddy she was leaving he was upset but she had a twelve-year-old sister that was blossoming out, so he wasn't too disappointed. She arrived in Kansas City with two hundred dollars in her purse It was money she saved over the years from birthdays and baby-sitting jobs. Her plans were to get a hotel room and look for an apartment the next day. She intended to sell her pussy to make enough to sustain her. She walked around the streets for a while until she got tired then she went into a bar. It was early afternoon so the bar was almost empty. She sat on a bar stool and ordered a coke. When she looked in the mirror behind the bar she saw a young black man watching her. He was wearing lots of gold including some hoop earrings. He got up and came over to her. She looked around and smiled at him. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, indicating the stool next to her. "No help your self," she said and smiled again. "Looks like you're new in town," he said, looking down at her suitcase. "Yeah. I just got in about an hour ago." They talked for about a half hour. He quizzed her about where she was from and what her plans were. She told him everything. "So you're planning on being a whore. Huh?" he said grinning. "That's my plan," she said, sipping on her second coke. "How much were you planning on charging?" "I was thinking maybe twenty-five or thirty bucks," she said. "Look there's no way a whore can make it in this town without a pimp. You'll wind up poaching on somebody else's territory and get your ass whipped," he said. "How do I go about finding a pimp?" she asked. "You've already found one, if you're interested." She looked him up and down. He was quite handsome. She certainly wouldn't mind fucking him. She fucked a black man that came to their small town with a carnival once. He had a big cock and knew how to use it. "I might be. What would be the deal?" she asked. "I get a third of what you make. For that I find johns for you and I protect you from the other pimps and the johns. I'll look out for you." "I guess you'd want to fuck me too. Huh?" she said grinning. "Yeah, that would be part of the deal." "I guess we could give it a try for a while to see how things go," she said. "Do you have a place to stay for tonight?" "No I don't. I was going to rent a hotel room until I could find an apartment." "Why don't you come up to my place? You're welcome to stay there until you find something. Besides I should test the merchandise," he said grinning. "I'm ready to go anytime you are," she said, feeling her panties stick to her wet pussy. He stood up and picked up her suitcase. His name was Jerome Johnson. He had three other girls working for him and he said they were all happy. She would have her first trick tomorrow night, if she checked out okay. When they entered his apartment she was pleasantly surprised. It was beautiful and even though it was only three rooms they were large and airy. She sat on the couch and he carried her bag into the only bedroom. When he came back he unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was at least ten inches long and thicker than her daddy's. "Show me how good you are at sucking cock," he said, pushing it at her. She reached for his belt buckle. "Let's get these pants down so they don't get in the way," she giggled. He helped her get his pants off. Her daddy had insisted that she swallow his whole cock from almost the beginning. She had a little problem to start with but now she was an expert. She swallowed Jerome's whole cock and rubbed her chin in the wrinkled skin of his nut sack. "Shit! Goddamn! This mother-fucker knows how to suck a cock," he groaned. She sucked, licked and fucked her throat with his long hard black cock. He groaned loudly that he was cumming and she gobbled his thick sperm down in large gulps. She licked and sucked his cock until there wasn't a trace of cum left, and then she let it slip from her mouth. He fell on the couch next to her, panting. "Ummm I just love eating cum. It's my favorite meal. I bet I could drink a quart of the stuff. That's the first I've had all day except when I sucked my daddy and my brothers off before I left this morning," she said, happily. "Won't none of my other whores swallow the stuff, they let you cum on their face but they try to keep it out of their mouth. If they get any in there they spit it out, you are a nasty bitch." He said grinning. "Are you going to fuck me now? Sucking your cock made me pretty horny. If you're not, I'm going to jerk off," she said and started rubbing her clit. He watched her bring herself to orgasm. Watching her made his dick get hard again. When she came he stopped her because it looked like she was going to keep going. "Let's go in the bedroom. I'm going to fuck the shit out of your cunt," he said getting to his feet. "Will you fuck my ass too? I love having my ass fucked." He fucked her cunt and her ass. Afterward they lay side by side, both of them thinking. "You've got the best pussy I've had in a long time," he said. "I've had lots of practice," she giggled, feeling proud. "I think we'll start you out at seventy-five and when the word gets out we'll raise it to a hundred," he said, thoughtfully. "How many guys will I get to fuck in a night?" "I try to get at least six for each girl and there's a chance you'll pick up some others on your own." She did the math in her head. "Wow, I'll get three hundred a night?" "That's right and before long it'll be more than that. Sooner or later they're gonna want all nighter's, we'll charge six hundred for that." "Boy! Am I glad I ran into you? I was just going to charge twenty-five." "That's why you need a pimp," he said. "Wanna fuck some more?" she asked, grinning. "I think I'll take another one of those super blow jobs," he said. The next night she fucked seven men and made three hundred and fifty bucks. She had her own bar. Actually she shared it with Angie who was another one of Jerome's girls. No other whore's were aloud to work their bar. On her third night, Angie and her were sitting together at a table when a couple came in. They took the table next to theirs and the man immediately started arguing. The lady didn't say anything. She sat there looking like she was going to burst into tears any moment. "You bitch! When I get you home I'm going to beat the fuck out of you. Not even your fucked up bitch of a mother will recognize you when I get through with you," he growled. Lorna knew the man was already drunk. But he ordered whiskey for himself and wine for his wife. He shot a glaring stare at Lorna and Angie. "What the fuck are you whores looking at?" he said. "Why are you talking to her like that?" Lorna asked. "That's none of your fucking business. This bitch didn't want me to drive over here. She wanted to drive herself, said I was too fucking drunk. When I get her home she'll see how the fuck drunk I am," "Big man," Angie said. "I'll teach the cunt to talk back to me. This time I'm just going to kick her ass. The next time I'll kill her," he said, with a wild glint in his eye. They looked away and tried to ignore him. He kept ranting at his wife. He suddenly got to his feet and staggered to the back of the bar to the men's room. Angie's date arrived and she left. The lady looked over at Lorna. "You know he really is going to kill me one day," she said holding back the tears. "Why don't you kill him first?" Lorna asked, coldly. "I wish I had the guts. I'd pay a thousand dollars if someone would kill him." "I'll kill the bastard for a thousand," Lorna said. The lady looked at her with a steady gaze. "You're just kidding. Right?" "Not at all, just give me your name and address and I'll shoot the fucker for you." The lady opened her purse and scribbled on a slip of paper and handed it to her. How will you collect the money?" the lady asked. Lorna looked at the paper. It also had a phone number on it. "Is this your phone number?" she asked. "Yes it is. Please hurry up and do it. I'll get him drunk enough tonight that he'll pass out, but I don't know what he'll do tomorrow." Lorna asked her some questions. She found out that he worked everyday and that she would be home alone tomorrow. The man came back and sat at the table. Lorna's trick came and she left them sitting there with him still berating his wife. The next morning she called the number. When the lady answered she verified that it was the lady from the night before. "You need to get out of the house and go somewhere so you'll have an alibi. I'll get him tonight if you still want him killed," Lorna said. "Yes I want him killed. I'll go to my mother's for a visit. I'll leave before he gets home." "That sounds good. Leave a thousand in an envelope in your mailbox. If it's there he'll be dead." "It'll be there," the lady said. Lorna arrived at their address just after dark. She opened the mailbox and took out the envelope. In the dim light she could make out the ten one hundred dollar bills. She put it in her purse and knocked on the door. When he answered he was already half drunk. "What the fuck do you want?" he growled. "Oh I have something for you," she said, reaching into her purse. The man looked down at her hand and she shot him in the forehead. He fell back into the living room and slid across the floor on his back. She could see his cock and balls bulging his pants so she shot the bulge. She reached out with her gloved hand and pulled the door closed. Still holding on to the doorknob, she went to her knees as her orgasm ripped through her pussy. That was five years ago. Shortly after that she quit being a whore and went to killing full time. Jerome had put her in touch with Mike. Mike helped her a lot by sending referrals to her and getting her guns and silencers. The last three kills made a total of thirty-five, including the drunk and Hemp. She had over a million dollars in her bank account and she lived in a beautiful apartment. She drove an expensive two-seat Porsche convertible. Even with all of this she wasn't about to quit. She loved killing as much as she loved fucking. She dialed the number that was left at her answering service. "Nelson" A voice said. "Mr. Nelson this is Joann Turner." "Oh, I guess you got my message." "Yes and I talked to Mike. He told me something about what you wanted. "Are you willing to do it?" he asked. "Yes I am but I'm not sure about the amount yet. I'll need to look into the situation to see how dangerous it is then we'll talk money," she said. "That sounds fair enough. What do you need to know?" "Names and addresses," she said. Nelson told her what she needed to know while she scribbled it in her notebook. "I guess I should tell you it may be more dangerous than it appears," he said. "Besides screwing my wife he took some money from our company." "Why don't you call the police?" she asked. "It's not exactly legal money. We amassed it by taking gifts under the table from some people that are not exactly what you would call upstanding citizens, I just found out that he's taken it all and there's nothing I can do about it. If you can help me get it back I'll give you ten percent of everything I get back." "How much is it?" she asked. "It's a little over three mil," he said. "I can't promise you that I'll find it but I'll do everything I can to help you," she said grinning from ear to ear. "I would really appreciate it," he said. "How about your wife. Do you want her hit too?" she asked. I hadn't thought about it but if she gets in the way of you getting the money back, do it," he said. Lorna spent the next several days watching the Nelson home. Jill Nelson had a routine. She went jogging at eight then she went to the club and had coffee with some friends. Sometimes she went to a male strip joint and stayed a few hours. Almost every afternoon at four she went to a motel and met Greg Tymes her lover and her husbands partner. It appeared that on some days she did nothing from about eleven until three thirty when she left to meet her lover. Lorna was waiting for her when she got home from the club. Her car was parked in front of their house and she had the hood up. She was walking around the car cursing. When Jill pulled into her driveway, she went over to her. "What's the problem?" Jill asked. "This goddamn car quit. I was supposed to meet my boyfriend an hour ago. He's probably given up on me by now," Lorna said. "You can come in and use my phone." "I would really appreciate that," Lorna said. They went into the house and Jill showed her where the phone was. "I don't know who to call. That asshole husband of mine will just bitch at me and ask what I'm doing over in this part of town. I guess it would be best to call triple A," Lorna said. "You've got a husband and a boy friend?" "Sure what are you supposed to do when you want to be fucked?" "I guess your right. I certainly know what you're talking about," Jill grinned. Lorna made her call with the portable phone off. When she was finished they went into the living room. "Damn I'm horny. I was so looking forward to getting laid," Lorna said. "I know what you mean. I'll be getting mine later this afternoon," Jill grinned. "Do you fuck around on your husband too?" "Every chance I get. Right now I have a steady. We're about to run off," Jill said proudly. "I guess you're as big a slut as I am," Lorna said grinning. "It sure seems like we think alike," Jill laughed. "Have you ever been to that male strip joint down the road?" Lorna asked. "Sure several times," Jill said. "Any chance of a girl getting laid there?" "Fifty bucks will get you any cock you like," Jill grinned. "Shit! Let's go there, I'll buy," Lorna said. "What about your car?" "Triple A will take care of that it should be fixed when we get back." They loaded into Jill's car giggling. When they got to the strip joint they sat in the back. The place was already filled with screaming women. A waiter came over to their table. "What can I get you ladies," he asked. "Cock and plenty of it," Lorna said. The waiter grinned. "Any particular dancer or size?" he asked. "Yeah, at least ten inches. Is ten inches good enough for you Jill?" "Ten inches would be wonderful," Jill said grinning. "We'll have two ten inch cocks. We don't care what the race, color or creed is as long as they're hard." Lorna said. "Put a hundred dollars on my tray and follow me," the waiter said. Lorna dropped a hundred dollar bill on his tray and stood up. They followed the waiter into the back and down a hall. "Do you want separate rooms? Or do you want to do it together?" he asked. "Let's do it together," Jill giggled. He opened a door and they went into a small room that only had one piece of furniture. It was a small bed in the middle of the room. "You ladies get undressed, your cocks will be served in a minute," the waiter said, grinning as he closed the door. Lorna started stripping but Jill hesitated for a minute. When she saw Lorna in her bra and panties she pulled her dress over her head. Lorna was naked and Jill still had her panties on when a knock came at the door. The men were both wearing bikini briefs with huge bulges. They introduced themselves. Tom was a short white man and Simon was a tall black. They both were very muscular. The men stripped off their briefs and the women stared. They both had huge cocks that were rapidly getting bigger. Jill stripped her panties off. "I want that one," she said, pointing at Tom's cock. It was much thicker than Simon's. She lay down on the end of the bed and spread her legs. "Come on Tom fuck me," she said. Tom went to one knee between her legs and started working his big cock into her. Jill groaned as he sank in to his big balls. He started fucking her with long slow strokes. Lorna crawled on the bed on her hands and knees and looked at Simon smiling. "Come on big boy give me that slab of dark meat," she said. Simon stepped behind her and fed his long cock to her wet pussy. "That's it fucker give me the whole thing," Lorna moaned. Lorna's tits were right above Jill's mouth. Jill lifted her head and sucked a nipple as she kneaded Lorna's mounds. Lorna lowered her head and returned the favor. Supporting herself with one hand as she squeezed Jill's tit with the other. Both women had an orgasm that was announced by screams and groans but the men kept fucking them. Jill and Lorna both were on the verge of another orgasm when the men started pounding them hard and fast. Just as their pussies started to spasm the men groaned and emptied their balls. Lorna felt Simon's long cock bucking in her cunt as it contracted around it. After a long moment, the men pulled their soft cocks from their pussies and pulled on their briefs. Lorna crawled forward and lay down on top of Jill and licked her dripping cunt. Jill moaned and did the same thing to her. They kept licking and tongue fucking each other until they both had another wonderful orgasm. Lorna rolled off of Jill and turned around. Their lips met in a tongue-swapping kiss. "You're my kind of girl," Lorna panted. "I was just thinking the same thing," Jill said and pulled her mouth for another kiss. They got dressed and went back to the big room where the men were dancing. They sat closer to the stage this time and enjoyed the show. They saw Tom and Simon's act as well as about six others. "God I'm getting horny," Jill said. "Want to go for a couple more cocks?" Lorna asked. "Let's get the same two and switch," Jill giggled. Lorna thought that was a good idea. As Jill drove them to her house Lorna looked at her. She was a beautiful girl about her age and Lorna liked her a lot. "Tell me about yourself," she said. Jill hesitated for a moment. "Well. I'm married to Jason Nelson He's old enough to be my father. In fact he's older than my father. I'm his third wife. I've never loved the bastard. I just married him because he had money. He married me because he likes young pussy," Jill said. "Tell me about your boy friend." "He's my husband partner. He's the same age as Jason." "Why are you running off with another old man?" "He stole a lot of money from their business. I'm hoping to get rid of him and keep the money for myself. I would just take off without him but I'm sure he'd find me and either beat the shit out of me or kill me," "You mean you have the money?" "Yeah I've got it," Jill grinned. Lorna was silently thinking until they arrived at Jill's house. When she parked in the driveway. Lorna turned to her. "Can I come in for a while?" "Sure I've already missed my date, but I got a lot better than his scrawny little cock," Jill said. "I was thinking of getting some more of your sweet pussy," Lorna said grinning. "I was hoping for that, let's hurry," Jill said grinning back. An hour later they were lying nude in each other's arms. "You know Jill I like you a lot, It might even be more than 'like' I'm not sure. I feel something for you that I've never felt for anyone else," Lorna said, softly. "You do? God I'm so glad because I feel the same way," Jill said, happily. Lorna was silent for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. She decided to tell her the truth. "Jill I'm a hit person," she said. "A what?" "You know, I kill people for a living. Your husband hired me to kill your boyfriend and you too if you get in the way of him getting his money back," Lorna explained. "Are you going to kill me?" "Of course not. I would have before I knew you but now that I think I'm in love with you. I wouldn't hurt you for the world." "I don't want to run off with that old bastard. If you killed him then I would have all of the money for myself." "That's true but you would still have your husband to worry about," "Would you kill him too," Jill asked excited. "I will if you'll split the money with me. I'm thinking we could run off together." Jill thought about that for a moment. Then she smiled. "I'll do it. When are you going to kill them?" "Tomorrow. First we have some things to do," Lorna said grinning. "This is making me horny. Let's make love again," Jill said. Lorna returned to Jill's house the next morning. Jill proudly showed her the money. She had it in two large metal suitcases, half of it in each one. Lorna made Jill write a letter to Jason. Saying she was leaving him and running off with another woman. She told him she was sure he would find someone else and she wished him all the luck in the world. They put the letter on the table by the front door. Then they packed Jill's things and put them and the money in the trunk of Lorna's car. Lorna already had her stuff in there. They went to the male strip joint and fucked Tom and Simon. Yesterday Lorna made Jill call Greg and apologize for missing their date. She set up another meeting for today. When the appointed time came they drove into the Motel parking lot. Jill pointed out the room to her and she parked and walked straight to it. Jill had shown her a picture of both men so she could recognize them. When Greg opened the door he frowned. "Who are you?" he asked. "I have a message from Jill. Can I come in?" Lorna asked. "He opened the door and let her in. She walked past the bathroom and the bed and stood in front of the chair by the window. Greg followed her and sat on the bed. "What's the message?" he asked. She opened her purse and pulled out her gun. "She said, Fuck you," and shot him in the right eye. He fell back on the bed and his arms and legs jerked a little. He reminded her of a chicken. She fell into the chair and held her throbbing cunt. Lorna walked back to her car and got in. "One down and one to go," she said. Jill giggled and leaned over to be kissed. Lorna stopped at a pay phone and called Jason. "Hello, Nelson," he said. "The job's done," she said. "Did you get the money?" he asked. "Not yet, but I know who has it," Lorna said. "Who?" "Your wife." "Get it. If you have to kill her do it. On second thought when you get the money go ahead and kill her. The little bitch is always cheating on me," he said. "Any particular place you want her shot?" "Yeah stick the gun barrel up her cheating cunt and blast her." "I want my money for this job first," Lorna said. "Okay come by my office at five thirty and I'll pay you." Lorna hung up. Jill had heard every word. She had her ear pressed to the back of the phone. "That bastard. I want to see you shoot him," Jill said. "If he sees you with me I probably won't get the money." "That's no problem. You go in the front and I'll go in the back way and hide. When I see him pay you I'll come in." When they got to the real estate office they parked in the ally next to the building. Jill went to the back and Lorna went to the front door. It was open so she walked in. She could see Nelson sitting at his desk through his open office door. When he saw her he motioned for her to come in. As she went toward the door Jill came down a hall to her right and stood next to the door jamb. Lorna walked past her into the office. Nelson stood up and threw an Envelope on the desk. Lorna opened it and looked inside. "Looks like it's all here," she said. "You cock sucker," Jill said as she entered the room. "What the fuck are you doing here? He asked, with a surprised look on his face. "Bye mother fucker," Jill giggled. Lorna shot him in the right eye. She wanted to see if he jerked like a chicken. He fell back in his chair with his arms and legs jerking. Lorna fell into a chair. "Fuck! I'm cumming," she said. Jill fell into another chair. "Fuck! Me too," she said. Two and a half hours later they pulled up in front of Lorna's parents house. It was late but her mother made them something to eat. When her daddy and brothers first saw her, their faces lit up but when they saw Jill their smiles turned to frowns. "Where's baby sister?" Lorna asked. "When she turned seventeen she left just like you did," her mom explained. After Lorna and Jill ate they all went into the living room. The men sat around with long faces while the women talked. Suddenly Lorna blurted out. Hey Jill Want to know why the men have those long sad looking faces?" she asked grinning. "Yeah. Why?" "Because every time I come home the first thing they do is jump my bones. They think since you're here they can't." "I think they should jump your bones and mine too," Jill said stripping off her blouse. "Mine too," mom said. They fucked and sucked until the wee hours of he morning. A week later Lorna and Jill walked into a Swiss bank and deposited their money in a joint account. Lorna had her bank wire her funds to the same account. Two days later they were sitting in a sidewalk café in Paris sipping a glass of wine, Lorna saw a black guy with lots of gold chains and hoop earrings coming down the street. When he came near them she motioned him over. "We're a couple of whores from the US and we're looking for a pimp. Can you help us?" she asked smiling. He spoke fluent English and said he was a pimp. In one day he had them set up as registered legal whores. Jill loved being a whore as much as Lorna did. She called Mike and he was soon making European referrals to her. One shot in the right eye became her trademark. Because she loved to see them jerk like a chicken. She always took Jill with her on her kills because Jill came just as hard as she did. The End. This story is a work of fiction and was written for you to enjoy. The author does not in anyway condone the acts of perversion presented here. It is all pure fantasy and I hope you fantasized to your hearts content. If you liked this story and want to thank me for taking the time and energy to write it for you then please show your appreciation by taking a little time and energy to send me an email. I will be sure to answer you. Thank you very much for coming to my page and reading my stories. You can send me an email by simply going to the site below. http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=MEVQSXFJAZMKYEBKRYGQ