The Death Ride
by behappy9999@yahoo.com
 


The order to the huntswoman "Black Widow" - also known as the angel - was
unambiguous. Herbert K.(56 years old), a successful politician in the state
politics of Lower Saxony, was to die. The order for this came from the
victim's wife. The wife, named Helga, 44, had spoken out about her husband's
yoga group with her wives. Infidelity and his ever-diminishing interest in her
have become increasingly inthethouse in recent months. When she entered the
changing room of the yoga club after the last yoga class as the last
participant, she found a locked envelope with only her name in front of her
locker. She opened the envelope and pulled out a single piece of paper. "If
you seriously feel that Herbert has to die - then call the phone number listed
below and say the code word "Angel". Everything else will come up".
Thinkingly, Helga put the note back in the envelope and the envelope in her
sports bag. Then she went straight home.

Herbert was in Hildesheim for two days at a regional conference of his party -
so she was alone in the house. In the early evening - sitting in the living
room with a good bottle of red wine - Helga read the short message again, Who
had put the envelope in front of her locker? The humiliations of the last few
months by Herbert - his not very discreet side jumps and his disinterest in
her as well as the enjoyment of the red wine ensured that she reached for her
mobile phone and dialed the phone number.A smoky-sounding female voice came
up, "please say the code word". ""Angel is the code word, angel" stammered
Helga. "The code word is correct. It's about Herbert," replied the woman's
voice at the other end of the line. "We will meet tomorrow morning at 7:30
a.m. in the City Park in the Sky Fountain. Be on time. There is much to
discuss". "How do I recognize them?" asked Helga. "I recognize you - a person
who thinks you well has given me a photo of you. So until tomorrow morning".
That was the end of the conversation.Helga couldn't sleep that night. Did she
make the right decision?

When she left the house shortly after seven o'clock the next morning, a young
woman dressed in a fashionable short haircut and a light summer coat stood at
the garden fence door. "I am an angel - let's go to the house where we can
have a resting place". Helga was slightly irritated, reopened the front door
and invited angels to enter with a hand gesture. Then she closed the front
door behind her. Helga led angels into the living room, which was located in
the back of the house and allowed a view of the garden. Engel took off her
summer coat. She wore a light summer dress. Helga did not come around to
contemplate Engel's body in detail. Engel was about 175 cm tall, wore her
blonde hair short but fashionably cut. Under her blouse, two medium-sized
shapely breasts were visible and her skin - as far as she was visible - had a
slight tan.

"Are you sure that Herbert should die?" Engel opened the conversation after
the two women had sat down. Helga nodded at first, "yes, I can't bear it
anymore". And then she told the background. Happy to have all this spoken of
the soul, she looked at Angels with anticipation. "To be clear - it won't be
cheap. You have to invest around 10,000 euros for the execution of your
husband"" Helga nodded "no problem. How does it work?" "First of all, I need
an up-to-date picture of your husband, then information about his health and
what weaknesses he has," Engel replied. The formalities were completed
quickly. Particular interest aroused the fact that Herbert has heart problems
and a just too unhealthy interest in going abroad, even that he always visited
a hotel in Hanover. In Engel's head, a plan was already in place to eliminate
the problem. "I will complete the job within the next week. Take your holiday
and go somewhere alone. Best on Monday - and to a place where there are a lot
of people. Be calmly conspicuous to remember you". Helga had enough money in
the house to give Angel the "bounty" in full immediately. Engel left the house
"if you want to get in touch - you have the phone number and the code word
yes," she said as she left the house." We will not see each other again
normally". Helga nodded.When Herbert returned from the regional conference,
Helga told him that from Monday she would visit a former classmate who was in
the country for about a week.

When Herbert returned from the regional conference, Helga told him that from
Monday she would visit a former classmate who was in the country for about a
week. Herbert was not sad - then he didn't have to take any consideration for
Helga and could look for a good fuck again. That's exactly what he had been
missing in the last few days.

On the evening of the following Monday - Helga had already gone to her friend
in the early morning - Herbert went to a 5 star hotel in Hanover and went to
the bar area. It was relatively quiet in the bar. At the counter, a relatively
young woman with short-cut blonde hair sat in a summer dress in front of a
glass of red wine. Herbert felt a tingling sensation in his pants. The woman
looked stunning. He sat down at the counter next to the woman and ordered a
glass of champagne.

It looked like the woman was waiting for someone. Then her phone rang and she
accepted the conversation. Apparently not a very pleasant conversation as her
facial features became sad, her voice became quieter and there were some tears
rolling down her face. Herbert saw his chance, reached for a clean white
handkerchief which he pulled out of the chest pocket of his jacket and handed
it over to the woman without any comment.

She turned her head in his direction, took on the handkerchief with a shy
smile and dried herself up in tears. "Thank you very much. Quite scared when
your friend gives you a running pass on the phone. And actually we wanted to
spend a very romantic evening here today"" and again a few tears rolled over
her face. "Men can be very beautiful pigs. Your friend must be an idiot to let
a beautiful woman sit like her," Herbert said, as he felt that an erection was
slowly but surely building up. When the young woman turned to him, he didn't
miss his sight that she wasn't wearing a bust. This was not necessary with the
well-developed breasts, as his connoisseur's view told him.

Engel smiled - she hadn't hidden the bulge in Herbert's pants" thank you for
her kind words. What did she do to this bar?" "I came to Hanover today for the
funeral of a very good friend. Actually, I wanted to go home immediately
afterwards. But the whole funeral with all around it has hit me so much on the
mind that I couldn't concentrate on driving. I will ask at the reception if I
can get another room for tonight. At home, no one is waiting for me. I've been
a widower for a year," Herbert said in a seemingly occupied voice. You're
really an extremely nasty guy thought to yourself angel. Widow for a year -
yes sure - the only thing that will change tonight - your wife will be a widow
from tomorrow."Don't get it wrong - I have a double room. My friend doesn't
come, they can stay with me in the room. I have no unfair intentions," she
said, smiling at Herbert.

This statement - this was not to be overlooked - led to another stiffening of
his penis in his pants. Herbert was very surprised by this statement. "I would
like to accept this offer - but only if I can pay for the room costs and I can
invite them to dinner," he said. Engel nodded approvingly. After the two had
eaten together in the hotel restaurant and had drunk two glasses of champagne
each, they went to Engel's double room.

On the table of the bedroom was a bottle of ice-cooled champagne and two
glasses. Engel stood in front of Herbert, pulled his head to her head with her
left hand and gently kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for being in the right
place at the right time and comforting me. I don't know how else I would have
reacted after the call. Do you open the champagne and pour us in? with these
words she turned away" "I finish briefly in the bathroom. You can hit back the
duvet" and entered the bathroom.

Herbert opened the champagne, filled the two glasses and knocked the duvet
back from one of the two beds. When he heard the bathroom door open, he turned
around. The sight took his breath away. Engel stood only with a narrow black
brief in the door frame. Herbert had the feeling that his pants would burst
right away. His wildly pounding penis pressed against the pants with all his
might. She had a beautifully trained body and her shapely breasts with two
brown nipples and hard nipples caused his blood pressure to rise and his heart
beat faster. "Why don't you make yourself fresh in the bathroom so that we can
then "talk" intensively. Herbert nodded and rushed to the bathroom. When he
entered it, Engel took a small pill box and tipped the powder it contained
into one of the jars. It was a mixture of a potency drug and a non-commercial
drug that calmed the body - so to speak, paralyzed. Herbert undressed in the
bathroom and left the bathroom. As he walked into the bedroom, Engel was
already standing naked with two glasses of champagne in front of the bed and
looked sympathetically at his upright and violently pulsating penis. "Someone
is probably very happy about that," she joked, handing Herbert a glass while
drinking a small sip from her glass. Herbert crashed down the entire glass
contents without dropping off. Both placed their glasses on the dessert next
to the beds. Herbert fell on the black slip there as well.

He also approached her, his hands grabbed her ass and he pulled her. He
pressed his tail against her heavily hairy pubic area. She grabbed his head
and pulled him over. Then she kissed him hard and demanding on the lips and
her tongue penetrated into his mouth where she had her circle. Her breasts
pressed against his body. "This is going to be a mad night," Herbert thought.
He should be right about that - but with an end for him, of which he had no
idea yet. His hands moved from her ass to her shoulders up and back. Her
mouths detached from each other and she said, "Show me how good you are with
your tongue."

She lay down with her back on the bed and spread her legs. Herbert sank to his
knees with a groan and kissed the heavily hairy Venus hill before slipping his
tongue to her vagina. His tongue slid to the labia - it was moist. First
slowly, then faster and faster, his tongue slid into her clitoris. Her abdomen
began to circle carefully, and her movements became faster and faster. Her
hands clawed into his hair and her breath went faster. "So he can lick really
well - why not with his wife - who is also very beautiful" thought Engel
before she came to orgasm. Actually, the extra ingredient in his champagne
should be starting to have an effect. And behold, when Herbert rose, he felt a
little dizzy and strangely tired. Angel got up, kissed him on the mouth, "that
was wonderful. A day that seemed sad for me to end is now developing
positively. Sit on the bed and prepare for the ride of your life". Herbert lay
down - ups again a dizziness and why did he feel that his body was wrapped in
cotton wool?

Engel smiled and looked at his tail. She took her black briefs from the
dessert, bent over his face and put it in his mouth. Then she got on the bed,
swiped a condom over him, lowered her body, grabbed the pulsating piece of
flesh between his legs with her right hand, and introduced the limb into her
vagina. Herbert groaned and tried to move his arms. Horrified, he realized
that he couldn't move. He also felt that his heart was starting to race.
Welding beads formed on his forehead.

Engel noted these outward signs with satisfaction. At first slowly, but then
more and more quickly she came up and down. He had a nice big cock and so it
wasn't long before pleasant showers flowed through her body and she came to a
violent orgasm. Herbert, who still couldn't comprehend what was happening,
tried to say something. The brief in his mouth, however, prevented this from
being understood.

He felt his heart would be torn apart. Then he felt a feeling in the intimate
area - as if his penis was burning. Immediately afterwards, he had a violent
orgasm, still feeling his seed pouring into it - and then his heart stopped
beating. Engel had enjoyed his death struggle. And she came to orgasm almost
at the same time as the dying person. Her torso sank on her son and she kissed
his mouth one last time. "Good fought - but unfortunately bad luck for you.
You lost," she whispered.

Cleaning up the room, removing all traces of their presence and then leaving
the hotel - of course not without first attaching the "Please do not disturb"
sign to the outside of the hotel room door did not take much time. She had of
course masked herself at check-in (wig, sunglasses, gloves) and at first
glance was not to be confused with the person who left the hotel. Hopefully
Helga would be able to enjoy her life now.

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