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Aurora, Sexy Assassin - 2
by Joaquin d' Bootboy (bootzluv@yahoo.com)
***
Read about how a notorious gangster is lured by his
unbriddled desire by Aurora, his would be assassin and
executioner. (Fdom/MM, nc, v, bd, tor, sn)
***
Episode II: Death comes in sensuous feminine boots
The unmistakable purr of a mechanical cat heralded the
arrival of a sleek bright red Lamborghini Diablo sports
car as it maneuvered itself behind a copse of wild
bushes and trees that dotted the long deserted stretch
of white sandy beach so typical of beaches that
surround the exotic island of Mactan.
Engines shut down; night sounds descended once again
with only the gentle lapping of the waves hitting the
sandy shores can be heard.
A tall young lovely woman with a perfect figure of a
swimsuit model emerges from the driver side of the
sports car. She wore a pair of knee high black leather
boots with four-inch stiletto heels, with a matching
short black leather skirt and a black leather bolero
jacket over a body hugging white shirt. As she moves, a
holstered .357 caliber Eagle pistol can be easily
discern strap by her shoulder holsters.
Standing in front of her Lamborghini Diablo, the
gorgeous looking female driver pops open the front hood
(being a mid-engine car its baggage compartment is
located in front) revealing her live cargo. She smiles
at the badly battered man who was severely contorted in
the cramped confines of the sports car's hood.
Aurora, the most accomplished and deadliest assassin
the world has ever known, looks down at her latest
victim, Hopia, short, sweaty, fat but wealthy Chinese
gunrunner who made billions plying his nefarious trade
and a notorious woman stalker.
With one black leather gloved hand, Aurora grabs hold
of Hopia's hair and forcefully drag him out of her car
and throwing him down on the sandy ground. She swiftly
moves and stood above him and places her booted foot
firmly on his back as she proceeded to fasten a leather
collar around his neck.
With both hands cuffed securely behind Hopia's back
Aurora pulls them up and locks them into place by his
leather collar, which evinces a stifled painful cry
from Hopia. Last to be put into place was a short
length of chain leash that Aurora deftly attaches to
the front side of Hopia's leather collar. She stands
back and admires her handiwork. Hopia was now perfectly
locked and secured and completely under her complete
control.
Taking off her jacket, Aurora's supple but firm well-
rounded breast are barely restrained by her tight
fitting white sleeveless shirt. Her body-hugging shirt,
which ended above her navel, reveals her shapely
flawless figure and flat abs. The gentle sea breeze
toyed with her shiny long black hair as she scans
around the horizon.
Satisfied, she grabs hold of Hopia's leash as she
proceeds deeper into the trees, dragging him, and
walking him head bowed like a recently chastised dog.
Hopia couldn't believe his misfortune. Only a few hours
ago, he was at High Life, a well-known club and party
place where the best, the rich and the beautiful
congregate in the upscale area of uptown Cebu City.
The party mood was at its fever pitch when all eyes
were suddenly riveted at the young gorgeous woman who
gracefully walks up the dance floor. She managed to
draw all eyes to her, as she was easily the most
attractive girl around. Hopia was no exception, his
heart pounding as he just simply gawked at Aurora as
the latter began a sensuous slow seductive dance in the
middle of the dance floor.
Hopia remembers now how strange it was that of all the
men who tried vainly to make a pass at the lovely
Aurora he was the only one she gave particular notice.
He remembers how his ego swelled as the most beautiful
woman in that place chose him over everyone else.
Hopia instructed his bodyguards to remain at the bar as
Aurora lured him to her car at the deserted area behind
Vudu lounge. He was filled with so much excitement not
unlike the first time he loss his virginity, as he
followed Aurora close behind tantalized by the way she
moves as she led him to the parking lot. The
distinctively feminine sound the 4-inch heels of her
boots made as she walks can be audibly heard along the
deserted pavement lined with expensive looking cars.
Hopia was even more amazed as he discovers that the
lovely young object of his desire owns and drives a
sleek sporty fiery red Lamborghini Diablo. Hopia could
actually feel his hands shaking as she gazes at the
picture perfect Aurora lean on the car seductively as
she pops open the door to the driver's side. She
lowered herself slowly on the seat while steadily
fixing her exquisite alluring eyes on him.
As she does this, her tight fitting black leather mini-
skirt hike up further up her legs revealing
mouthwatering creamy white thighs over long perfectly
shape firm legs. Aurora's shapely well rounded pussy,
which was barely covered by sheer black silk-nylon
high-cut black thong panties, was generously revealed
to Hopia so much so that even when she cross her
magnificent legs the "V" shape of her seductive panties
can still be clearly seen contrasted by the porcelain
like sheen of her ivory thighs. The ambient light from
the lamppost glinted on the shiny surface of Aurora's
expensive classy Italian made knee high black leather
boots.
Aurora made no effort to cover herself, delighting at
Hopia's undivided attention with his stare giving her
seemingly physical caresses while his eyes focuses on
her thighs and panty-covered pussy mound. Hopia could
not help himself but simply gawk and froze on his feet
as he takes in all of Aurora's profound and
unparalleled beauty.
His trancelike stare was snap out when Aurora beckon
him with fingers wrap in sleek leather driving gloves
to come closer. Hopia did so without a moment's
hesitation, his heart pumping with anticipation.
"I have notice that you have been paying so much
attention to my boots. Do you like my boots, Hopia?"
Aurora spoke in a soft melodious and teasing manner.
Her voice was like music to Hopia's ears that he did
not immediately heard what she said, so Aurora have to
repeat her words.
"Oh yes, my lovely Aurora. Those boots are very sexy
and looks especially awesome on you. I like them very
much." Hopia replied eagerly, much too eagerly that
Aurora simply smiled.
"Perhaps," Aurora began, "you would like a closer
inspection, hmmmm?" and she winks at him, giving him a
winning smile to which Hopia could only stammer an
incomprehensible reply.
"You can get a better look at my boots if you get down
on your knees Hopia." Aurora said, smiling and fixing
her charming eyes on him. "Go ahead, don't be shy.
Nobody else is around. Kneel before me like a slave
before a Goddess." Aurora said with a sensuous lilt of
her voice enticing Hopia to do her bidding.
Hopia was filled with so much excitement that he
willingly did Aurora's command and eagerly went down
and knelt on the pavement by the driver's side door
while she was settled on the soft leather of her
driver's seat.
Aurora slowly raised her right booted leg and stretches
it towards Hopia's face, the toe of her boot just
inches away from his lips. And then, Aurora began in
her soft sweet teasing voice, "I'm about to grant you
what you have obviously been wishing all night, Hopia
dear."
Hopia was now gasping for the much-anticipated command
that she would now demand him do. He could not believe
his luck that this awesome beauty have somehow read his
mind and that his desire would soon be granted.
And so it came when Aurora finally said the words, "Now
then, why don't you be a good slave boy, and show this
girl how good you are at shining things. Lick my boots
slave!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Hopia bowed his head and
proceeded to do Aurora's bidding.
At first, he plants his soft moist lips on the booted
toe of her boot and then slowly proceeded to let out
his long enormous tongue and took a long slow swipe
from the toe end up towards where the leather ended on
its rim near the knee, tracing it with the tip of his
tongue.
Hopia momentarily stops to look up at Aurora's face
seemingly begging her that he continued to which she
replied, "Go on Hopia enjoy yourself, don't be shy.
Show me what a good slave you'll make." Then she lets
out a girlish laughter, mocking him.
So it was that Hopia had mindlessly become Aurora's
slave, as he licks her boots eagerly and unabashedly.
Hopia was even surprised with himself how he actually
enjoys doing this, as he unashamedly tongues Aurora's
boots, licking it from the toes and around and around
until he reaches the top most rims of her boots near
her knees.
The act of licking Aurora's boots was not merely for
show or a symbolic gesture for his newfound Goddess'
appreciation. He was sincerely making an effort to
shine her boots thoroughly and enjoying it in the
process.
Hopia's tongue was like an artist's brush as it
skillfully weaves all over Aurora's boots like it was a
painter's canvass. He would kiss it adoringly from time
to time and make concentric little circles with his
tongue on the smooth leather surface of her boots. He
would sigh as he taste the distinctive flavor and take
in the aroma of expensive leather.
All this time, Aurora would just giggle like a
schoolgirl. She would chuckle as she taunts and tease
Hopia's abject state.
"Oh now, are you enjoying yourself my dear Hopia? Do
you like being my slave and licking my boots?" Aurora
goads him on.
Hopia by now was already beside himself when he
replied, "Oh yes, yes Ma'am...I've never done this
before to anyone...but... and I don't know why...
but... gosh... I'm definitely enjoying this... oh my!"
This only prompted Aurora to chuckle gleefully, feeling
so dominant and superior.
***
Before Hopia was through with his ministrations,
Aurora's boots already acquired an unmistakable shine.
She smiled at the efficiency of Hopia's tongue service.
Aurora took a quick glance at her watch and decided
that she still has plenty of time she might as well let
this pathetic soon to be condemn man have his final
pleasure before she sends him to his grave.
Hopia felt the sole of Aurora's booted foot on his face
as she shoved him away rather forcefully sending him
flat on his back. Before he could react, Aurora stood
up and step over him and stood squarely on his chest,
her booted feet firmly planted with the four-inch heels
digging painfully down on his skin.
Perfectly balance, Aurora stood towering over Hopia in
a sexy pose with her gloved hands on her shapely hips.
She looks down on her boots, as if inspecting it,
ignoring the helplessly Hopia who lie practically
beneath her feet as if he was just part of the
pavement.
"Nice job slave, I'm impressed." Aurora said, finally
looking down on his contorted face agonizing from the
effort of supporting her on his frail chest. Although
Aurora is quite sexy and slim and so lightweight the
heels of her boots, however, proved quite too painful
for Hopia to bear. But he endured nevertheless.
"Since you did such a nice work on my boots, I have
another job for that wonderful tongue of yours." Aurora
said with a wink.
Hopia's heartbeat rose in crescendo, as he watches
Aurora who stood above him slowly unzipping her skirt.
Aurora remain standing on Hopia's chest even while she
deftly step out of her skirt and revealing herself
before the frustrate Hopia the glorious splendor of her
mouthwatering creamy white thighs and long perfectly
shape legs.
Hopia gasped at the wonderful sight above him. He has
never seen such perfect set of legs before. And
Aurora's magnificent thighs were even more exposed
especially with the ultimately sexy piece of high cut
black silk nylon panties she wear which is cut so
severely up and above her tiny waist and barely
covering her soft well rounded pussy mound.
Aurora turns around and dismounted off Hopia's chest
and walks the few steps back to her car and slowly sat
once again on the driver's seat. Her gloved finger
beckon Hopia to come closer, which he eagerly complied,
crawling his way towards Aurora. As he approached she
parted her legs and drew Hopia closer by grabbing his
hair with both her gloved hands.
"I've been aching for this all night, slave boy. Now
then, be a good slave, and show this girl a good time."
With that, Aurora pulled Hopia's head and pushed his
face deep between her thighs.
"Oh God!" was all Hopia said before he was suffused
with the sweet scent of Aurora, his face a virtual
prisoner of her amazingly stunning thighs. Hopia went
to work immediately and proceeded to devour his Goddess
whole with his enthusiastic lips and fervent tongue.
Hopia could feel Aurora's grip tightened on his hair
when he snake his tongue around the hem of her tiny
panties as it desperately search for her love tunnel.
By his tongue alone, Hopia was finally able to slid
tiny patch of silk-nylon to one side and without
actually removing her panties completely was able to
completely exposed her pussy in all its splendor.
An audible sigh ensued from Aurora's lips just as when
the tip of his tongue found the tiny moistening gateway
of her inner feminine core.
Encouraged, Hopia ensued a vigorous suction by first
clasping with his enormous mouth and ample lips the
entirety of Aurora's pussy mound. Firmly secured with
his suction like lips, Hopia commence a massage like
sucking motion on Aurora while at the same time his
long snakelike tongue probes deeper and deeper inside
of her.
The sucking and probing motion succeeded to immediately
produce a wild response on Aurora as she began to sway
her hips back and forth trying to push herself harder
on Hopia's face.
Aurora's reaction of rubbing herself hard on Hopia's
face only heartened him further to exert more vigorous
sucking caresses with his vacuum like lips and with his
tongue probing deeper and flicking it harder and faster
with unbridled passion. Hopia's unrelenting efforts at
bringing Aurora to heights of ecstatic pleasure seem to
him as if this moment was the only reason for his
being. To worship her with his tongue was the only
purpose in his life.
Hopia knew that Aurora was already on the verge of
exploding as he could feel the unmistakable trembling
deep inside her and the fact that she was rubbing
herself now harder and harder on his face with sensuous
motions of her hips, her glove hands gripping his hair
harder and harder by the second.
To the lovely Aurora she heightened and subsiding in
quick succession with every expert stroke of her
victim's tongue. To her the sensation she feels is like
as if she was a great bird of prey soaring high up to
the heavens then diving down fast on the verdant valley
below and then soaring up again and diving and swooping
along the trees, the mist and then up to the clouds
again accelerating with every seconds passing. Or, like
a long dormant volcano being slowly being woken by the
gentle but incessant stroking of the elements. It is
not far off to compare her current sensation to a huge
enormous dam about to break into a million pieces with
the constant lapping of unstoppable floodwaters.
Finally a muted scream of delight ensued from Aurora's
lips as she erupts in gigantic heaves of her hips, her
succulent juices gushing down like heavy torrents of
floodwaters rushing down to Hopia's eagerly awaiting
lips. She held on to him for much longer as one
explosion of ecstasy was followed by and even bigger
and more enduring one. All the aches and stress of the
world left her body, draining her, making her feel
whole and complete.
For Hopia, Aurora's continuous enduring and massive
orgasm would seem like an eternity as he held on
faithfully with suction like lips never letting go like
a hungry leech. Making sure that he doesn't waste a
single drop, Hopia desperately held on with his lips,
struggling hard to sip and savor the delectable taste
of Aurora's juices.
His face now moistened by Aurora's viscous secretions,
Hopia lingered on with his tongue ensuring that he gets
every last drop as he lovingly dries her up of any
trace of wetness.
Just before he lost consciousness, Hopia felt Aurora's
gloved hand snake down the base of his spine and then
momentarily felt an immense pain and a blinding flash
before he fell into a deep sleep. Next thing Hopia knew
he was already all bunch up in the tiny baggage
compartment of Aurora's sports car with both his hands
cuffed securely behind his back.
His reverie of the heavenly moments he had with Aurora
just an hour before was jolted out of his mind when
Aurora savagely pulled at his leashed egging him to
move faster. This is now hell. Hopia knew his life is
about to end at the hands of this magnificent young
woman.
The tree line gradually diminishes in density as they
both emerge on a deserted beach next to a long line of
steel pylons, which extended from the roadside
stretching to the beach and then into the sea for about
two hundred meters. Each steel pylon towers about
twenty feet into the air with flashing red lights.
Hopia realized that this was the seaward extension of
the runway lights that guide the jets, which landed
regularly at Mactan International Airport.
Hopia was still clueless as to Aurora's intentions as
she continues on dragging him on the soft flat sandy
ground towards the No. 82 pylon, which is about a
hundred meters from the beach. They were only able to
do this walking on what would have been underwater a
few hours ago as it was now low tide.
As they finally reach the No. 82 pylon, Hopia could see
the high water markings on the steel tower a good
fifteen feet above him. They would be both underwater
if it was already high tide, Hopia muses, trying hard
to divert his mind from his precarious situation.
His musings were cut painfully short when, without
warning, Aurora suddenly kick him in the gut doubling
him over and down on the soft muddy ground. The
expertly place kick was so sudden and so painfully that
he could not let out a scream. Not that it would be
useful anyway as the place was vastly deserted.
Hopia then felt the full weight of Aurora as she climbs
and stood squarely on his chest, the stiletto heels of
her boots digging painfully on his skin.
Visions blurring from the intense pain he could see the
lovely assassin on top of him began to raise her skirt
and in a one swift motion pulled down her high cut
black T-back panties.
Aurora, still on top of Hopia's chest, squats down and
reaches for his jaws, prying it open. "Here you go,
have a final taste of me, slave boy." Aurora then force
down her black high cut thong panties down Hopia's
throat gagging him effectively. Aurora then steps off
and proceeds to walk away, glancing back momentarily
only to taunt Hopia by blowing a kiss in his direction.
Hopia was at first perplexed and confused. He was
convinced that she would execute him in this isolated
place but yet she just simply left him there. Why? He
thought, what's the mystery?
As Hopia was trying to get up, the answers just as
quickly dawn on him when he realized that his neck was
restrained. He looks around and saw that his leash was
lock securely to No. 82 pylon. Worse he starts to feel
the water gently lapping on his body. He began to
panic. He tried to get up from his lying position but
could not as he was locked down tight. Neither could he
scream as Aurora's black high cut T-back panties were
lodged down on his throat.
Aurora looks back again and could barely see the wild
thrashing of a wormlike short fat figure on the ground.
She looks at her Rolex watch and smiled knowing that
the Mactan channel has a reputation for sudden swelling
and ebbing of tides. In less than twenty minutes, Hopia
will be under fifteen feet of watery grave.
Twenty minutes, she muse, would be plenty of time for
him to be mentally tortured and be rack with his
enormous guilt over his nefarious activities as a
gunrunner and despicable repute as a harasser of women.
-The End-
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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