Cynthia and Miss Mink Turn PRO!

Mike was relaxing late in the afternoon, having a drink, when he heard a knock at his door. Opening the door standing before him was this beautiful blonde, wearing a honey brown colored mink coat, and smiling. "Well, you must be Cynthia!". Cynthia laughed, "Good guess, Michael, darling, now aren’t you going to invite me in?" Mike was turned on what a beautiful and seductive woman, he thought, "Debbie was right. She is gorgeous!" He got a whiff of her perfume as she passed by and he could see she was wearing a tight fitting shiny leather black jumpsuit under her coat . He said, "make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink, and then you can fill me in on the job?" She let her coat slip off her shoulders and reached into her black leather bag she had had draped over her shoulder and removed a long white cigarette from it and her lighter . She handed the gold lighter to Mike saying, "yes, first, Michael, darling, would you please light me?" Mike complied, and she exhaled a plume of smoke into his face . while noticing how she was turning him on. "thank you, love, yes, how about a gin and tonic?" While Mike prepared her drink, Cynthia spoke, "yes, I’ve got everything worked out. You know I’m quite excited about this being my first real job. Having you work with me, is really going to add to the excitement!" she spoke as she casually inhaled and then released the smoke through her wet ruby red lips , thinking "yeah, watching you sweat and struggle before I Kill you will be my REAL excitement, you fuckin asshole." Mike returned with her drink and she took it from him and he sat down next to her as she continued. "Michael, love, we needed you because our mark is a marriage counselor named, Paul Whitehead. Apparently his wife has decided he’s worth more to her dead than alive." She tapped the ash off her cigarette in the ashtray and brought the lipstick stained cigarette up to her lips again and drew in the warm smoke, filling her lungs. She loved this not as quite as much as making love or now as much as killing. "Here’s the plan. We have an appointment in several hours at his office. You as my husband are very suspicious of me and you tell him about how you think I am cheating on you. Now during our visit I’ll be sending him signals, and I’ll be coming on to him." Tossing her blonde hair to the side and taking a last deep drag on her cigarette, and blowing a plume of white smoke toward him, Cynthia smiled and said, "and you know I’m quite good at turning men on..." as she looked at him and his cock which was still aroused. Lighting a fresh cigarette and continuing to sip on her drink she continued, "..finally you’ll have had enough and storm out of his office, but you’ll be waiting for him down by his car. Here, you’ll need this…" reaching into her bag next to her and handing him a rather heavy sap. "the signal will be when I put my arms around him in an embrace and you come up from behind and knock him out. Then we’ll take him to a special place that I’ve found." She could see that Mike was getting more and more turned on as she talked, and frankly she was feeling quite warm inside and her nipples were becoming hard as she again pulled the warm soothing smoke into her lungs and exhaled. There was a certain excitement in her voice as she continued, "now this place is perfect for making love or killing someone." She giggled in a way that made Mike realize that she was enjoying this "…and of course you know what I’m going to do!" as she again reached into her mink trimmed shoulder bag and removed her little .22 caliber, known as Miss Mink. From its special mink-lined pocket She showed it to Mike and said, "…actually Miss Mink will blow her smoke on him as well as her bullets!!" and she took another drag and laughed. "Now to tell you the truth, Michael I too am getting hot and excited. We have some time before the appointment. I’d love to have a roll in the hay with you. Debbie tells me you are special and from the looks of you," noticing his cock now even more as it pressed against his pants, "…you seem to be interested as well!" Cynthia began to unzip her jumpsuit and slip out of it revealing her large firm breasts. She reached over and touched Mike’ cock through his pants and in a very seductive tone said, "why don’t you make yourself more comfortable as well, Michael, darling?" Mike smiled, "…yes that’s a great idea!" After having stubbed out her cigarette and putting her gun down on the end table, she completely removed her jumpsuit letting it slide to the floor. She then slipped her mink coat back on and again said, "first darling, how about lighting my cigarette and then picking up my gun." Mike quickly obliged, "My Cynthia, you are special all right. You are magnificent!" Taking his compliment for granted she exhaled blowing the smoke seductively again in his face as he removed his pants revealing his large manhood, standing straight out, looking down at his cock she smiled as she inhaled deeply again and then exhaled a stream of smoke toward the ceiling and giggled, "..My yes, I know I’m going to enjoy this! Now stand behind me Michael, darling, and wrap your arms around me and with the gun, Miss Mink, in one hand move the coat aside and massage my breasts with it. I just love the feel of the cold metal, and the mother of pearl grip touching my nipples!" knowing that soon Miss Mink will no longer be cold after she smokes! Mike did as instructed and Cynthia began to moan as he touched her and she also felt his cock hard against her. Her body began to shudder, thinking "Ohh what a stud! I’m going to be the last woman that he has!! What a a shame!" Now shouting in ecstasy , "Oh Michael, take me darling, fuck me hard, fuck me hard!" Mike moved her toward the bed in an embrace as she gave him a smoky kiss and he felt the warm smoke enter his lungs. "I want you I want you!" as she pushed him on the bed and climbed up on him and inserted her wet pussy over his cock engulfing it and began to ride him up and down up and down. Mike could feel her soft fur touching him as well as this beautiful statuesque blonde with a cigarette dangling from her ruby red lips . It was too much to take. Then he felt cold metal touching his lips. Cynthia was holding Miss Mink and letting the barrel caress his lips and she then covered his face in smoke. It was such a turn on and finally he exploded inside of her again and again..Her whole body convulsed at the same time. She continued to ride him and it finally was too much . He now was exhausted "…but oh what a fuck.." she was thinking. Mike too thought "…Debbie was right Cynthia was Special!" Cynthia dismounted and Mike so exhausted he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Cynthia laughed to herself as she stubbed out her cigarette and got up to freshen up, thinking, "…soon Michael, darling soon, as she picked up Miss Mink and held it in her hand admiring it. We’ll put you to sleep for good after you’ve outlived your usefulness!"

After getting dressed and freshening up Mike and Cynthia, left his room and were on their way to Dr. Paul Whitehead’s office. Cynthia again dressed in her tight fitting black leather jumpsuit and holding her cigarette in her hand as she drove remarked, "We’ll take his car, so after you’ve left his office come back here first and grab the shovel in the trunk and bring it with you to his car. I’ll point it out to you when we arrive." Mike looked at her, "shovel? What do we need that for? I don’t want to have to get dirty. Isn’t there another way?" Cynthia took a drag from her cigarette and quickly exhaled the smoke in his direction saying in a rather angry tone of voice, "Now listen, Michael, darling I’m the boss remember? You do as you are told and I don’t want you to question me, I know what needs to be done and you’ll do it and you’ll do it without complaining! Now have a made myself clear?" Michael somewhat taken back from her outburst replied meekly, "…yeah, yeah Ok, Ok, .I understand. Anything you say." Trying to make light of it, he said, "yeah, I’ll do what you want after all, I still get paid either way." Cynthia having just taken another drag on her cigarette, thought as she exhaled, "yes, you SOB you’ll get EXACTLY what’s coming to you and it won’t be what you THINK!"

They arrived at his office right around dusk, and Cynthia drove into the garage looking for his car. "There it is. The steel blue BMW." And she then looked for a space to park in and pulled in and stopped the car. Now, Cynthia reached into her bag and removed her short black leather gloves. And pulled them on her hands, making sure they were nice and tight. And she then chambered a round getting Miss Mink all ready as well. Looking at Michael, "Now remember, use that sap to knock him out when I embrace him? Then we’ll quickly get him in the car and take him out for his last ride in the country! Got it?" Mike smiled at her, "Yes, I’ve got it. Boss lady!" He said in a somewhat of a sarcastic tone. Cynthia’s reaction was to respond angrily but she thought, "No, let him have his fun. I’ll have my FUN later and it will be FINAL!!" Wearing her honey colored mink coat over her black leather jumpsuit, Cynthia and Mike entered Dr. Paul Whitehead’s office suite. Immediately out of a private office appeared a rather handsome man in his 40s, saying "Hello, you must be the Whidbey’s." Cynthia smiled and nodded her head nudged Mike to respond, "Yes. I’m Michael and this is my wife, Cynthia." Cynthia responded, "…nice to meet you Dr. Whitehead." He looked at her and immediately was struck by her beauty and her poise. "Please come in and make yourselves comfortable in my office. Can I get you something to drink?" Cynthia slipped out of her coat and she reached into her mink trimmed leather shoulder bag and removed her cigarette case saying, "No, but do you mind if I smoke?" Paul looked at her and smiled, "…well it’s a nasty habit and normally I say no, but for you ok." Cynthia handed her lighter to him and said "then would you please light me?" As she leaned over to him brushing against him in a way that would excite him. He obliged and lit her cigarette. She exhaled a plume of smoke toward him and he coughed and said, "…please I don’t really like that." Cynthia apologized but made a note of that comment as she settled back into her chair.. "Well tell me how can I help the two of you?" Mike responded, "Doctor. I just don’t trust my wife. I’m away quite often and I just have a feeling that she is not honest with me about our relationship. I think she’s cheating on me." Cynthia took a deep drag on her cigarette and laughed, "Now, darling, I’ve told you that you are the only man in my life. Why won’t you believe me?" and she turned toward Paul in such a way that it was obvious that she was flirting with him. Paul immediately picked up on it. "Michael, you know in a relationship you have to have trust in each other," he commented. "What makes you think she’s cheating on you? Do you have any proof of it?" Mike continued to watch Cynthia’s obvious flirting with Paul and said angrily "No, I don’t have any proof but can’t you see how she’s coming on to you. You know I’m fed up with her and you don’t seem to be very sympathetic to my concern. So, frankly I don’t see any point in continuing with this. Let’s go Cynthia, darling?" And he got up and looked at her. Cynthia only continued to sit there and giggled, "No, darling, I think the Doctor. can help me. So why don’t you go run along." As she touched her cigarette to her lips and drew in the warm smoke and then exhaled a plume of creamy white smoke toward the ceiling. Mike now feigning anger stormed out of the office saying, "I guess I was RIGHT after all wasn’t I. Good riddance!" and slammed the door as he left. Paul was taken back by this but he saw this as an excellent opportunity to respond to her flirting saying and laughing at the same time, "well, I guess we solved your marital problems. Didn’t we?" and he moved out of his chair and went over to Cynthia she grabbed his hand and caressed it.. "…frankly I’m looking for a REAL man. Doctor. do you fit the bill?" as she stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray on his end table. Paul put his arms around her and kissed her in such a way that left no doubt to his intentions. Cynthia responded, "Darling, why don’t we go to a hotel and continue our counseling and you can show me what a REAL man can do?" Paul laughed, "…well Cynthia, that sounds like a great idea." Cynthia and Paul then left the office and proceeded to his car where as planned, Cynthia put her arms around him and proceeded to kiss him again and again. He was in ecstasy. She could feel his cock getting hard just as Mike unseen stepped up behind him and hit him hard on the side of the head. He moaned as he slumped to the ground. Cynthia said in a commanding tone, "Good, hit him again." "What!" exclaimed Michael, "He’s out why hit him again?" Opening her large cat green eyes, Cynthia stared at him and repeated the order again. "Honestly must you always question orders? Just do as you are told. I said hit him again and that is just what I mean. NOW DO IT!" Seeing the she meant business Michael complied and again struck him hard and now he just lay there. "Hurry, Michael, pull him over to the car and get him in the backseat," as she unlocked the car doors. Michael complied and pushed and pulled his limp body into the back seat. "Excellent! Now here take this tape and tape his arms and feet together" as she reached quickly into her bag removing the roll of tape and handed it to Mike. He quickly bound him as ordered. "Good work, Michael, darling, now here are his keys you drive!" Mike got in the front and Cynthia slid into the back with Paul. As they drove out of the garage, she said, "Michael, darling, be a dear and give me that roll of tape. I don’t think the good Doctor. should have anything to say once he wakes up! He’s done his last counseling. Besides I’m going to have some fun in back with him since I recall he doesn’t like cigarette smoke!" Mike reached back and handed her the tape and Cynthia ripped off a piece and placed it tightly over his mouth. "There!" Quite satisfied with how everything had gone as planned Cynthia situated herself in the back with Paul’s head resting on her lap. When he would awake, he be laying on her fur and looking straight up at her. She lit a fresh cigarette and a new warm feeling started to course through her body. She would soon be killing for money! Cynthia gave Mike instructions where to drive. It would take about an hour to get there. Meanwhile she continued to smoke and relax waiting for Paul to open his eyes. Finally when he did. Cynthia blew a plume of smoke directly into his face and said, "Oh wake up Mr. sleepy head. I have a surprise for you. You aren’t going to fuck me after all. I’m going to fuck you! Or should I say, I’m going to shut you up for good. Your wife has decided that she’s had enough of your playing around, she took Miss Mink from her bag and placed it on his chest and said, "she’s paying us to Kill you..Nothing personal, love! But I like the money! Oh, by the way, your wife said to make you uncomfortable so I hope you’ll understand," she giggled as she pulled in the warm smoke into her lungs and immediately exhaled a cloud of white creamy smoke into his face. She could tell he was quite uncomfortable, trying to cough but he couldn’t. Sweat was forming on his forehead. She could see fear in his eyes now as well. Mike continued to drive following Cynthia’s instructions for finding this special location. Cynthia’s pussy now was quite wet from the excitement. She continued to blow smoke into Paul’s face and not finding an ashtray decided to put her cigarette out on his cheek. She knew he was screaming inside and she laughed as she crashed the firry end of her cigarette into his flesh saying, "…can’t take a little pain huh? Well it won’t be long and our little ride in the country will come to an end and then darling you won’t have to worry about any PAIN at least not for too long!" Noticing where they were she said to Mike, "…here turn here. It’s just a few more miles and then turn into the first dirt road on the right. It opens into a meadow area after going through the woods for several yards. Then park." Mike nodded his head indicating he understood. He was a little uncomfortable with how much she seemed to be enjoying torturing Paul. Finally he just could not take it anymore he had to say something. "God damn," he said, "Must you continue to torture him?" "I can’t you just leave him alone." Quickly Cynthia exhaled a mouthful of her cigarette smoke into the back of Michael’s head and pressed Miss Mink into the back of his neck and calmly but firmly said, "Just pay attention to your driving and do what you are told." "What I am doing back here is of no concern of yours." Then pushing the muzzle of her small pistol very hard into his neck she lashed out with anger, "NOW IS THAT UNDERSTOOD MICHAEL DARLING OR WOULD YOU PREFER TO HAVE A TASTE OF THIS?" Realizing that she meant business Michael said, "Yes quite clear." and he continued to drive. They soon came to the clearing and Mike stopped the car. "Michael, darling, get out and lift him out of the car." As Cynthia opened the door and slid out. Now reaching into her bag she removed her silencer and screwed it on her little .22. She was really getting turned on now feeling her breast nipples growing hard and taunt thinking about her first real hit for money. Giving her mink coat a quick adjustment, she lit another cigarette and removed the shovel from the car. "Drag him over here, Michael, darling." Oh how she loved giving orders. "And here’s the shovel. Why don’t you prepare a new home for Paul. It’ll be nice and cozy!" She laughed as she stood there watching him dig pointing Miss Mink at him . "Paul get on your fuckin knees!" she ordered as she lit a fresh cigarette. He started to try to get on his knees but it was difficult. He fell back. Cynthia smiled, and reached down to help him. He could feel the soft mink fur of her coat touching his cheek. She pulled his head back hard with one hand with her cigarette dangling from her wet lips she said, "Now, darling, it won’t be long at all. Soon your home will be ready for you, and then you’ll feel Miss Mink’s bullets and then you won’t feel a thing FOREVER." His body was shaking from fear and this only excited her even more. She took a deep drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke again into his face as she pulled his head back and rubbed his cheek with the cold silencer attached to Miss Mink. "Soon, darling, it won’t be cold but very warm and smoking." Turning to Mike, she said, "…honestly what are you doing haven’t you finished digging yet Michael, what on earth is taking you so long." Mike was quite exhausted and getting more and more upset with her. He was also uncomfortable with how much she seemed to be enjoying this and said, "…my you are a cold bitch aren’t you?" Cynthia looked at him with her green eyes piercing right through him saying angrily, "…don’t you ever call me a BITCH!" And she pointed her gun at his feet and fired. "Pfft" the bullet hitting the ground right next to him. Startled Mike jumped back. "Ok ..Ok..I’m sorry for saying that. It’s just becoming too much!" Cynthia in a still angry tone said, "Listen, Michael, darling, you’re getting paid for this, so just do as you are told and everything will be ok." Thinking, "I can’t wait to make you suffer, Michael darling. And yes you’ll get paid all right in LEAD!" Mike finished digging and turned to Cynthia. "Finally! Now move him right next to his new home." And as he did, Cnythia lit a fresh cigarette and holding it in one gloved hand she took a drag and then placed it between her lips. with the other she raised her .22, Miss Mink and said, "Now, Paul, darling, it’s time for you to go to bed and Miss Mink will make sure of that as she smokes! I know that you don’t like smoke but you won’t be bothered by it." She now calmly stood in front of him and raised the .22 pointing it at his chest and fired. "Pfft" "Pfft" The fancy little chromed gun jumped in her black gloved hand and his body fell backward into the hole. She felt orgasmic as she reacted to the recoil and saw the puff of smoke flow from the silencer. He lay in the hole now. Still alive but barely. She leaned over the open hole and aimed her gun, this time at his head. "Pfft" "Pfft" and the gun again jumped in her hand as it smoked and the barrel was warm. She smiled at him and said, "Good night Paul! Sleep well!" Mike watching this was shocked at her coldness her ability to kill and enjoy it. So now it was done and he could go home with a little extra money besides. Cynthia stood there and tapped the ash from her cigarette saying, "Now cover him up and we can go. You know I’m so hot now. I really want you to fuck me hard when we get back.!"

Cynthia and Mike after having finished burying Paul’s body returned to his Paul’s car and drove back to his office Cynthia was quite high and Mike was looking forward to getting out of there. Yet he thought that one last roll in the hay would be a good way to end it. Then he’d leave after getting his share of the hit. Cynthia of course had other plans for Mike! And soon he’d feel her wrath as well!!!