The Assassin
written by:
Fluffy_Kat

The Assassin

Kennis McMillan met a couple of friends after work at McGillycuddy's pub. She had a basket of their famous fish and chips along with four mugs of Guinness. She was full and exhausted. She was looking forward to a glass of fruity chardonnay and a long warm bubble bath. Her friends were fun but they could be exhausting. She longed for some peace and quiet.

She entered the elevator in the parking structure across from McGillycuddy's with her hand on a can of pepper spray kept in her purse. She hung onto it as she rode the elevator to the fifth floor. Between the fourth and fifth floors, before the elevator doors opened, she took her car keys out of her purse. Still keeping the pepper spray in her hand, she exited the elevator and opened the door to the parking lot.

There were still quite a few cars in the parking structure at 10:00 p.m. Patrons of a number of bars, a few restaurants and a nearby theatre parked in the structure as well as employees in the adjacent office building. She could hear the traffic on the street down below but the parking structure itself was eerily quiet.

She was walking towards her 2006 BMW 330Ci convertible the remote opener held out in her hand when she saw one of the attorneys from the firm where her friend Jennifer worked walking towards his car in one of the assigned parking spaces. She met Garrison Monroe at a party she attended with Jennifer and was about to call out to him, when she noticed a man dressed in black approach him from behind. He raised a very long barreled handgun, pointed it at the back of Garrison Monroe's head and pulled the trigger. The gun was fitted with a silencer so the gunshot made a phffft sound. Blood sprayed out from the back of Garrison's head. The force of the gunshot threw him forward. He hit the pavement face first. While Garrison was lying on the ground, the gunman pumped two more bullets into him.

Kennis was dumbfounded. Luckily, she was also speechless. She bent down so that she was behind the nearest car. She peered up over the edge of car to see what the gunman was doing.

He was going through the dead man's pockets and then grabbed Garrison's attaché case. As he rose from his crouched position, another attorney from the law firm walked out of the elevator vestibule and saw the gunman. He shouted at the man thinking he was robbing Garrison. The gunman looked up. The attorney started walking towards him and Kennis wanted to scream at him to stop. The gunman lifted his gun and got off two more shots. The attorney was hit twice in the chest. He crumpled to the ground only a few feet from Kennis.

She thrust her fist into her mouth to stop herself from screaming. The gunman was walking towards her position. She crawled on her hands and knees towards the front of the SUV parked next to her, placing herself near the wall.

She couldn't help herself. As the gunman approached, she got down so that she could watch him from beneath the car. He crouched down by the dead attorney's body. She saw his black boots and gloved hands. She almost gasped when she saw him grab the body and start dragging it between the cars next to her hiding place. Luckily she was hiding in front of the massive SUV and didn't think the killer could see her from his vantage point.

The killer dropped the body between the two cars. She could tell when he stood up and imagined him gazing about to make sure there weren't any more witnesses. She held her breath as she heard him leave the dead body and walk behind the cars. When he was far enough away, she eased up to look over the hood of the SUV.

He was getting into a Ford Taurus sedan parked up the ramp from where he shot the two men. She couldn't imagine a paid assassin owning a simple sedan like that so she concluded it was probably a rental. As he quickly drove away, she stood up from her crouched position so she could call 9-1-1.

Garrison Monroe stole a great sum of money from Ilya's employer and his employer was displeased. He did it knowing full well that Ilya's employer would have him killed. He understood the dangers of his actions.

Ilya was angry with himself for being so careless. Garrison Monroe was his target, not the meaningless man exiting the elevator. But it was more important that he didn't leave any witnesses behind. He stole Monroe's attaché case and wallet to make it look like a robbery. The other attorney would have disputed that scenario if he had allowed him to live.

He got into his Ford Taurus sedan. As he drove past the place where the first killing took place, he saw someone stand up in his rearview mirror from in front of an SUV near where the second man was shot. He drove around and stopped two levels down and parked. He got out of the car and silently walked up the ramp. He watched the woman standing next to a white BMW convertible.

From what he could see of her, she was a knockout in a tight jeans and a brown turtleneck. Her auburn hair was short and tousled as if she just had great sex. She looked frightened as she talked rapidly into her cell phone and paced between the two cars. She failed to notice him gazing at her longingly like a tiger might size up a tasty deer.

Ilya knew he should either kill the woman or flee but her sensuality intrigued him. He watched as she stayed on the phone, probably with a 9-1-1 operator, while she paced back and forth. Her large breasts jiggled seductively as she walked. He couldn't bring himself to kill her.

As he walked back to his rental car, he dreamed of the day he would taste her, fuck her and kill her.

Kennis heard the sirens approaching. Five more people entered the parking garage while she waited for the police. A woman screamed when she saw the dead bodies and a man in his early twenties was fascinated by the murders and started questioning her. She was relieved to see the police pull up near Garrison Monroe's body.

The police questioned her extensively as morgue workers took the bodies away. She was to report the police station in the morning to give a full account of what she saw. When they were done, Kennis was exhausted. As she got into her BMW convertible, she couldn't wait to get home and soak in a tub of hot bubbly water.

Unbeknownst to her, Ilya was parked across the street from the parking structure waiting for her to pull out. He saw her in the BMW convertible and followed.

Kennis lived in a Mission style bungalow in a quiet neighborhood filled with similar homes built in the early part of the twentieth century. She pulled into the detached garage and the killer watched as she got out of the car on still shaky legs. He felt an overwhelming desire to fuck her but he preferred to seduce a woman rather than simply take her.

He watched her house for a while and then pulled away from the curb. He vowed to get her another day.

Kennis had an alarm system installed in her house within a few days of the murders. She was afraid to leave the house and refused to go anywhere in the downtown area alone. When nothing happened after a few weeks, she returned to her normal routine.

She was meeting her friend Jennifer at The Cellar a casual bar with an impressive wine cellar. In fact, the bar looked like an old wine cellar complete with old brick walls and a vaulted ceiling. Some walls were stacked with the ends of old wine bottles to look like filled wine racks and lighting was minimal. Wrought iron gates separated the different rooms and what appeared to be huge oak wine barrels were actually doors to the restrooms. Old classic tunes by the likes of Frank Sinatra and Sarah Vaughan echoed against the aged brick walls. Conversation was possible because the music was played at the perfect volume. Large tables and a horseshoe shaped bar invited strangers and friends to co-mingle together.

Kennis wore a pair of well-worn jeans with an olive colored sweater and her scuffed up brown cowboy boots. The olive green brought out the green in her eyes and contrasted nicely with her red hair.

The Cellar was only a few blocks from her house so she decided to walk since it was a nice autumn night.

At the pub, she didn't see Jennifer but found one of her neighbors, Sean, sitting at the bar talking to a good looking guy with light brown hair. As she approached the two men, she admired the stranger's back in his brown t-shirt. She noticed that his ass looked great in faded jeans too.

Sean saw her and said, "Kennis, come here. There is someone I want you to meet."

Kennis walked up to Sean and got a good look at the stranger's face.

Sean made the introductions. "Kennis, this is Ilya. He just bought the Cameron's old place." He looked at Ilya and gestured towards Kennis. "Ilya, this is Kennis. She lives across the street from you."

Kennis eyed up the new neighbor. He was a few inches taller than her with light brown hair and blue eyes. He appeared to be in his forties, close to her age. He was dressed casually but had an air of elegance about him that suggested money. His hand was soft yet his handshake firm. She saw lust in his eyes and it sent an electrical current through her that caused her clit and nipples to tingle. She quickly drew her hand away as if she thought she would get scorched.

She asked, "When did you move in? It must have been recently because I saw the for sale sign on the front lawn this morning." She didn't bother looking across the street when she got home from work earlier.

Ilya patted the empty stool next to him and told her to have a seat. She sat down and slapped her purse on the bar. Johnny, the bartender, brought her a glass of rich burgundy Sangria with a slice of lime wedged on the rim. She turned to Ilya, sucked on the lime and took a sip of the sweet wine punch as she waited for his reply.

"I moved in this morning. After supervising the movers, I thought I was due for a drink." He lifted his glass of wine and she clinked glasses with him.

"So how do you like our quiet neighborhood?"

Ilya took a sip of his wine. "Nice, I like quiet. How long have you lived here?"

"Just a few years. When my mother died, I moved into her house and fixed it up. I love the neighborhood. It reminds me of a small town where people are friendly and watch out for each other."

Ilya smiled. He wondered what she would think if she knew she witnessed him murdering two attorneys...so much for security.

Kennis leaned towards Ilya and asked Sean behind his back, "Have you seen Jennifer? I'm supposed to meet her here tonight." She was actually leaning against Ilya with her breast against his arm. She felt her nipple harden as it made contact with his arm.

Sean said, "No, I haven't seen her yet."

Kennis leaned back on her stool and pulled out her cell phone. She smiled at Ilya and held up a finger in apology.

When Jennifer answered, Kennis asked her where she was.

"I'm still at work." She hesitated before saying, "Oh, no, don't tell me I was supposed to meet you tonight! I am so sorry, Kennis. Tom needed me to help him put together a case for tomorrow morning. It's been hell since Garrison and David were killed. I forgot about meeting you tonight. I'm really sorry."

Kennis's heart jumped at the mention of the two attorneys who were killed. She took a deep breath and willed herself to put the murders behind her. She assured Jennifer that her absence was okay. Then she added as a dig, "I'm here with a sexy new neighbor to keep me company."

Jennifer laughed. "You go, girl! You should shag him. You have been celibate for way too long."

"Ha-ha! Oops, I've got to go because he wants to kiss me. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Jennifer was laughing as she hung up her phone.

Ilya raised an eyebrow at her and she explained, "That was my friend. She can't make it tonight. I hope you don't mind me using you to get back at her, do you?"

"The pleasure is all mine, Kennis"

Kennis sucked on the lime wedge again and took a drink of her Sangria. Even Ilya's voice was sexy. She liked the way he said her name.

Ilya took a sip of his deep red Shiraz. Its peppery plum flavor danced on his tongue. He wanted to stick his wine-drenched tongue in her mouth and play with what he imagined were very prominent nipples. He grabbed his wine glass with both hands to prevent one of them from roving over her succulent body.

She was even more desirable up close. He stole a sideways glance at her as she tipped her head back to drink the rest of her Sangria. Her ears were exquisite. The left one had a dragon wrapped around its outer edges. He was staring at it when she turned to look at him.

He gestured towards her ear. "Interesting dragon there."

Kennis reached up and touched her ear. "Oh, that. Thanks. It's an ear cuff."

"I like it. It looks like it is whispering in your ear."

She smiled at him as she raised her glass towards Johnny for a refill.

"So tell me, Kennis, what do you do for fun in this neighborhood?"

"We come to this place or eat at Lulu's down the street. Most of us have decent backyards and like to grill out. What sort of things do you enjoy doing?"

Johnny brought her another glass of Sangria. She fished a wedge of orange out of its blood red depths and wrapped her luscious lips around it to suck on his wine drenched juices. Ilya dreamed of her wrapping her lips around the head of his cock the same way. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

"I enjoy a good wine." He lifted his glass. "And a good steak and espresso. Do you have any suggestions?"

He watched as she twirled the stem of her wine glass around with her long, strong fingers. Kennis had a feminine air about her but she was also a strong, somewhat dominant looking woman. He imagined she would be an equitable match in bed.

"You would probably enjoy Tony's across from the park. They serve wonderful steaks and Italian fare. They have a nice wine cellar and I hear their espresso is excellent too. They have a lovely outdoor dining area. It is even used this time of year with the help of propane heaters. Very romantic with a nice view of the park. It would be a great place to take your wife or girlfriend."

He could tell by her hooded eyes that she was testing him. She wanted to know if he was available. Her interest aroused him even more.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a wife or girlfriend right now." He took a sip of his wine. "Could I treat you to dinner some evening?"

She smiled approvingly at him. "That would be nice."

Ilya, who was seldom at a loss for words, was dumbfounded. His desire for this woman was so strong it clouded his judgment.

They talked for another hour until Kennis looked at her watch and saw the time. It was 10:00 p.m. and she had to work the next day.

She gulped down the rest of her wine and grabbed her purse.

"I hate to end our conversation but I have to get home to bed. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ilya."

She stood up and he gave her an appreciative full body glance. She really did look delectable in her tattered jeans and chunky olive green sweater. He didn't want her to leave.

He threw a twenty on the bar and stood up. "I'll walk you home. A lovely lady like you shouldn't be walking the streets alone at this time of night."

Kennis awarded him with a beaming smile.

During their conversation at the bar, they talked about their jobs. He said he was a security consultant, which wasn't exactly a lie. The conversation turned towards their interests. Kennis told him about her job as a visual merchandiser for a major catalog and online retailer. She spoke of her love of antiques and folk art. She often visited flea markets and antique stores. She told him how she loved fairs and festivals because she enjoyed people watching. He found her to be endearing.

Ilya didn't reveal much about himself. He said he wasn't married and talked briefly about his real family. He was surprised at himself for sharing as much as he did with this strange, sexy, and intriguing woman. Normally he revealed nothing about his personal life.

They walked arm-in-arm towards Kennis's home. His arm was against her breast and he was tempted to move his hand around to find her nipple. She smelled musky with a hint of patchouli and sandalwood. He wanted to lean over and lick her neck.

Despite the cool temperature, Kennis felt flush with warmth and it was all due to the touch of the man next to her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so attracted to a man. When they reached the front of her house, she decided to invite him in.

"This is it. This is my house." Kennis stopped at the foot of the stairs leading to her front door. "Would you like to come in?"

Ilya looked up at her home. He remembered from passing it earlier that it was painted a mossy green with tan and deep burgundy trim. Burgundy barberry bushes flanked the front stairs; their thorny branches deterred would-be peeping toms from getting too close. Pots of russet, orange and yellow mums edged the concrete and stone stairs leading to her generous front porch. A wicker swing moved with the cool night breeze on one side of the porch and a table with four chairs was on the other side.

He looked down into her eyes, smiled and accepted her offer. He could tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She unlocked the door, asking him to wait on the porch as she disengaged the alarm. She motioned for him to come in after the alarm was turned off. She closed the door behind him.

"Would you care for some coffee or tea?"

Ilya admired her as she walked back towards the kitchen, her generous hips swaying hypnotically.

"Coffee would be nice, if you don't mind."

Kennis couldn't believe she was doing this. She invited a complete stranger into her home. For all she knew, he was a serial killer. She tried to shake herself of the feeling as she measured out the coffee for the coffee maker.

Ilya leaned against a counter opposite from where Kennis was busying herself with a tray. She still looked beautiful in the bright light of the kitchen. Her red hair was brighter and he noticed the freckles that spilled across her cheeks. As she bent over in front of the refrigerator, he notices a colorful floral tattoo running along her spine and her delightfully big round ass. There was a hole in the back of her jeans on her right ass cheek. Her bare skin was showing, which really turned him on. It made him wonder what sort of panties, if any, she was wearing underneath. His fingers were itching to lift her sweater to see the full tattoo and pull down her jeans and plunge into her from behind.

He was adjusting the erection in his pants when she turned around and asked him a question. She caught him unaware. He looked up at her and she had her head cocked with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I'm sorry, what did you ask?"

"Do you like your coffee with cream and sugar?"

"I like it black."

She busied herself getting mugs out of the upper cabinet and she poured creamer in a small pitcher. She placed everything on a tray and when the coffee was done, she poured it into a carafe and added it on the tray. She turned to face him and she caught him again staring at her longingly.

"Why don't we take this into the living room where it's more comfortable?"

He followed her through the small dining room and into the living room. Ilya stared at her ass the whole time but he did catch glimpses of tastefully decorated rooms. The colors were muted and neutral which had a calming effect.

She sat on the couch and he took a seat next to her. She placed the tray on large wooden antique chest that served as a coffee table. Her couch and two chairs were simply styled in tan rustic canvas that resembled burlap. The rug was an antique oriental in muted shades of tan, beige and gray. Her end tables were teepee style legs of grayed driftwood supporting a simple glass top. The table lamps had bases covered in thick braided rope with simple off-white shades.

When she leaned over to pour their coffee, he noticed the tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a small Monarch butterfly. He wanted to lean over and kiss it as he fondled her breasts.

He asked her as she handed him his mug of coffee, "I see you like the sea."

She laughed. Her eyes crinkled up seductively and she had beautiful lips that begged to kissed.

"Is it that obvious? My grandmother lived on the coast in Florida when I was young. I developed a fondness for water back then."

"You have a lovely home. Maybe I should have you help me decorate mine." He looked at her over the rim of his mug as he took a deep drink.

"I would gladly help you if you want. I don't consider myself to be exceptionally talented when it comes to decorating homes but I do love shopping given the opportunity. What sort of things do you like?"

He looked around at the room, giving it a closer inspection. The woodwork was natural and a deep rich brown. She had bamboo blinds on the front windows and off-white linen drapes. A fireplace took up most of one wall with old lead-glass cabinets flanking it. Her TV was hanging above the mantle.

"I'm not sure what I like. I guess I prefer things simple and clean."

Kennis was watching him. She wanted to straddle his lap and fuck his brains out. This well dressed man with his smooth yet strong hands intrigued her. He felt dangerous, reminding her of a panther with his lusty gaze. His erection hadn't escaped her notice either. She caught him adjusting it when they were in the kitchen. She liked having that affect on him.

They prattled on over two more cups of coffee talking about Ilya's tastes and venturing into where they had traveled. They both traveled extensively for their work. Then Ilya looked at his watch and declared, "I better get going. I have an appointment in the morning."

He stood up reluctantly not knowing how he could fuck this delicious morsel of a woman without taking her by force. He started walking towards the door.

Kennis didn't want him to leave but she didn't know what to do to stop him except to physically jump on him. She stood up and walked with him to the front door.

As he reached for the doorknob, she grabbed his arm. Her touch sent a sensation through his body that felt like molten lava. His cock bulged against his fly and he wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself.

He turned towards her and saw the mutual desire in her eyes. He took a chance by leaning over and kissing her hard on the lips. Her lips soon parted giving his tongue full access to her mouth. She tasted like sweet café au lait. He put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.

His hard cock twitched against her belly. She put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer as she rubbed herself against his erection.

Ilya adeptly moved his right hand up her sweater and around to her back where he expertly unhooked her bra. He felt her heavy breasts fall free and he moved his hand around to massage her nipple. She groaned hungrily in response.

They stopped kissing for a moment to get some air. Kennis grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom.

As they neared the door to her room, they started kissing and groping. Once in her bedroom, he swiftly removed her sweater and her bra. He looked hungrily at her full breasts, their nipples erect and beckoning his mouth.

Kennis unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. She was wearing a black lace thong that matched the black lace bra that was flung aside.

She started to undo Ilya's fly. He pushed her hands aside eager to get his jeans off and get his cock inside of her. As he pushed his jeans down, his turgid cock sprang free. He quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and they stood nearly naked in front of each other. Kennis was wearing her thong panties.

They started kissing again and Ilya's hand slid down beneath the waistline of her lace panties and touched her wet lips. His fingers pushed between them and started rubbing her clitoris. She moaned and swiveled her hips to match the rhythm of his hand. Then he slid her panties down over her gloriously full hips and thighs.

He grabbed his jeans and went through his pockets to get the single condom he kept there. He rolled it onto his cock as she watched with anticipation. He liked how she licked her lips. The condom in place, he pushed her down on the bed and fell upon her.

He held her wrists down as he slowly moved in and out of her wonderfully wet pussy. He took turns sucking on her rosy nipples, taking them between his teeth and gently tugging on them, causing her to groan deep within her throat.

Kennis moved her hips in rhythm to Ilya's thrusts. He certainly knew how to move inside of her to brush against her aching clit and probe her G-spot. His warm mouth on her breasts caused such a sensation, that her pussy squirted its juices, soaking his cock in its wetness. The wetter she got, the more excited he got until he was thrusting himself inside of her so quickly it was as if his dick was a knife and he was an enraged killer, stabbing her over and over again.

The heat quelled deep within her belly and radiated outward. Her nipples felt like they were going to explode and when Ilya took one in his mouth and violently sucked on it, she cried out his name. Yet he still held her down by her wrists as he roughly fucked her. He finally took her mouth with his, probing his tongue deep within its depths, when she exploded. She felt herself squirt so hard as she climaxed that it felt like she was urinating. Ilya felt the effect and growled with hunger like a large feral cat as he continued to fuck her. When she started whimpering, he let himself go and shot his seed inside her.

He finally let go of her wrists and laid down beside her on his side removing the used condom. He saw a wastebasket next to the bed and tied up the condom and dropped it in the basket. He looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and there was a bright sheen of sweat on her face, giving it rosy glow. Her neck and the top of her breasts were bright red. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips. His hand had a life of its own as it cupped her one breast and his thumb flicked the nipple. She groaned.

He sweetly ran his fingers over her cheek as he asked, "I didn't hurt you, did I, by holding down your wrists?"

She opened her eyes and a smile spread across her face. "No, not at all. In fact, I found it very arousing."

Ilya chuckled as he nuzzled her neck. She smelled earthy. The scent she was wearing was almost primal and he felt his dick responding. He whispered into her beautiful ear, "Is my sweet Kennis into BDSM?"

Kennis felt his hardening dick poke her thigh. His voice, his hands, his mouth all served to turn her on. Even though he wasn't a big man, he was surprisingly strong as he held her down while he fucked her. She couldn't put her finger on it but she felt danger within him. It wasn't like she felt threatened by him but more like he could hurt her badly if his mood changed. It excited her.

"No, I'm not into BDSM but I'm not adverse to a little rough sex. What woman doesn't want to entertain the thought that a man finds her so irresistible that he can't control himself and must fuck her?"

He kissed her hungrily on the lips and her hand found his erection. She tugged at it and then fondled his balls. She smiled against his lips as she felt his cock respond by growing longer and harder.

Ilya stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. "What am I going to do with you, you seductive goddess? I have run out of condoms."

Kennis reached over to her bedside table and opened the drawer. Inside she had a box of condoms that had gone unused for months. She hoped they were still okay.

Ilya got off the bed and took a condom out of the drawer. He rolled it onto his rock hard cock and smiled as she watched and licked her lips.

Then he surprised her by grabbing her ankles and pulling her roughly down towards the foot of the bed. He told her to lean over the bed with her ass towards him. She obediently did as she was told, leaning on the bed with her ass in the air.

She was a little afraid that he was going to fuck her ass and she tensed up, awaiting the pain. She was stunned when he slapped her ass check sharply before ramming himself into her wet center. She let out a gasp quickly followed by a groan of pleasure.

He rode her ass like a dog, thrusting quickly in and out of her eager pussy. Kennis was panting like a bitch in heat as he roughly fucked her. With every few thrusts, he smacked her ass cheek until it turned a bright pink. With his other hand, he trailed his fingers down her spinal column, admiring the massive tattoo of flowers that went from the crack of her ass up to the butterfly on the back of her neck. Then he grabbed her hip and with another slap, felt her squirt her cum over his quivering cock and felt it trail down her legs. When she climaxed again, he pumped his cum inside of her, dying to know how her hot, wet pussy would feel against the bare skin of his dick.

Kennis collapsed on the bed face down with a sigh.

Ilya removed the spent condom and threw it in the wastebasket. He looked down at her as he stood over the bed. He was grateful that she didn't recognize him from the night of the killings because he didn't want to kill her. She was too sweet, too delectable, too beautiful to execute. He was fully spent and sated but looked forward to the next time he would fuck her. And he was confident there would be a next time.

Kennis mumbled into the bedcovers, "I think you killed me." She lifted one hand up as if in surrender and it fell back to her side.

Ilya laughed, partially because she would have been shocked to learn that he really could have killed her but also because he was glad she enjoyed herself. "I think you are exhausted, my dear." He flipped her over onto her back.

She looked up at him with her adoring light green eyes and said, "Can you help me up so I can shower?" She extended her right hand towards him.

Ilya grabbed her arm and quickly hoisted her to her feet. She was strong with a very voluptuous but compact body. Still unsteady, he held her in his arms until she regained her equilibrium. He kissed her smiling mouth.

Kennis chuckled and asked, "Would you care to join me in the shower?" She fell against him in a fit of giggles, nestling her face against his chest while her hands roamed over his body.

"You keep this up and you'll end up back on that bed." He was enjoying her playfulness.

Kennis led him towards the bathroom across the hall. The bathroom had a massive old claw and ball foot bathtub with a shower stall in the corner. Ilya looked down at the tub and asked, "Why don't we take a bath?"

Kennis started the bath running and poured some intoxicating bath oil into it. It smelled like her earthy perfume. As she bent over the tub, he rubbed his flaccid dick against her ass cheeks. She moaned and started rubbing back. He felt his cock grow hard. He didn't know how his body was doing this. At his age, he should be fully spent after two amazing fuck sessions. He couldn't believe his dick was ready for a third.

He fondled her nipples as he ground his cock against her ass. He whispered in her ear, "How do you feel about anal sex, my sweet?"

She was so overwhelmed with his touch that she didn't care what he did to her. She told him she didn't know.

He probed her ass cheeks with his dick. He asked, "Do you have any lubricant?"

Kennis looked through a drawer filled with a variety of first aid supplies. She found a used tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to Ilya. She turned off the water in the tub.

He handed the tube back to her and said, "Why don't you apply it?"

She squirted out a glob on her palm and rubbed her hands together. She started stroking his cock as she fondled his balls. He finally turned her around and bent her over the tub. He tenderly nudged the head of his dick against her tight asshole. He pushed the head in and her breath hitched. He reached around and fingered her clit as he pushed the rest of his cock into her ass. She felt wonderful against his bare skin.

Kennis moaned as Ilya filled her ass. She was surprised that it felt as good as it did but then he was fingering her clit, doing wonderfully evil things to it. She moved her hips in rhythm to his thrusts, loving the feel of his balls against her ass.

It didn't take Ilya long to succumb to her tight ass. With a final thrust, he blew his cum into her.

Kennis was disappointed when he removed his fingers from her pussy. She was just getting into it when he climaxed. She felt his cum oozing out of her ass. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. She was taken by surprise when Ilya turned her around to face him. As she leaned against the tub, he parted her legs as he kneeled before her. His tongue found her clit and he started working his magic.

Ilya shoved his face into her sweet snatch. She was wet from the ass fucking and he reveled in her juices. He felt her hands on his shoulders and could tell from how she was leaning against him that she was weak in the knees. He wanted to fuck her with his bare dick but didn't know if she could get pregnant. And a baby was the last thing he needed.

She excited him because she was a squirter. It was like finding the Holy Grail. It was another reason he wanted to fuck her bare. He wanted to feel those hot juices spurt out onto his dick.

As if on cue, Kennis gushed on his face as she climaxed and he quickly lapped up her cum, sending her over the edge of another orgasm. She cried out his name as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He liked hearing his name proclaimed so enthusiastically. It kept him licking until she reached another orgasm.

He stood up and kissed her knowing her cum was all over his lips and tongue. He smiled when she grabbed onto the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. They both groaned with pleasure.

When they breathlessly disengaged, Kennis turned around and started the water in the tub again. The smell of the bath oil filled the air.

Ilya grabbed her from behind and toyed with her nipples as he kissed her neck. He asked her, "You seemed to like anal sex. Not many women do."

She rubbed her ass against him. "I wasn't sure if I would like it or not. You made it quite enjoyable."

When the tub was full, she turned off the water and Ilya got into the tub first. Kennis followed, sitting between his legs with her back to him.

She handed him a sponge and some liquid soap that smelled like the earthy scented bath oil. He started sponging her back.

"Nice tattoo."

"Thanks. An ex inked it for me. I didn't want just a tramp stamp."

Ilya kissed the back of her neck, making her nerve ends tingle. She wiggled her ass around and he brought his hands around to play with her nipples. She groaned and leaned back against his chest.

"Keep this up, darling, and I will have to fuck you again. Is that what you want?" Ilya chuckled.

She snuggled up against him, feeling his resting dick against her ass. "Don't tease me."

"You are an insatiable slut, you know that?" He laughed as he nibbled on her ear.

"Normally, I'm not an insatiable slut. You seem to bring it out in me."

The last time Kennis had sex was more than six months ago. And it was with a man who wasn't concerned with pleasing her. This was a wonderful contrast. She could get used to seeing Ilya on a regular basis.

Ilya sponged off Kennis's breasts as he thought about this newfound relationship. His work as a paid assassin wasn't conducive to long term monogamous relationships. He tended to have short-term relationships with a variety of women. It fulfilled him sexually and was less messy where his career was concerned. He was wondering how this seductive beauty would fit into his lifestyle.

When he was done bathing her, Kennis got up and sat in the tub so that she was facing him. She scooted as close to him as possible, putting her legs on either side of him. She took the sponge and put soap on it and started bathing him. His breath hitched when she worked on his dick and balls.

He felt himself getting hard and couldn't believe he still had one more in him. Kennis was spending a lot of time cleaning his cock and it felt delicious. When she was done, she reached around to open the drain. She was the first to stand up but he was the first to step out of the tub. He held his hand out to her to help her step out of the tub. She ended up catching her foot on the edge of the tub and falling into his arms.

She laughed. "Sorry about that. I'm just lucky I didn't knock you over."

"I've got you, pretty lady." He kissed her on the mouth and she felt like she was going to swoon.

They returned to the bedroom. Ilya finally took a look around. He had seen the eggshell painted four-poster bed with its sumptuous cream intricately quilted bedspread and he felt the tan burlap bed skirt when he fucked her from behind. But now he quickly took in the rest of the room. The dressers were painted the same eggshell as the bed but looked aged with paint worn along the edges. The rug was a room-size aged oriental in faded hues of tan, taupe, blue, and eggshell. It was so old it was almost threadbare in spots. The one dresser had a tray filled with antique perfume bottles. The bedside tables matched the rest of the painted furniture. The lamps were mosaiced with pearl beads in varying sizes. Despite its feminine décor, he liked it. It was soothing and comfortable.

Kennis noticed how Ilya looked around the room, she asked, "Do you like it? Or is it too girly?"

In answer, he pushed her playfully onto the bed and pounced on top of her. Looking into her light jade colored eyes, he said, "It is beautiful and calming. Kind of like you." He kissed her holding her wrists and moving them above her head. He was pleased when he heard her moan and her breathing quicken.

When he pulled back, she still had her eyes closed. She opened them and said teasingly, "I'm calming? I seem to have the opposite effect on you."

He kissed her neck and smiled when he heard the catch in her breath and felt her nipples harden.

"You do have a calming effect on me, believe it or not."

Kennis sighed in response as he moved his lips to her shoulders and then to her breasts where he took turns sucking and nibbling on her swollen nipples. He let go of her wrists as he dragged his tongue from her breasts to her belly button. There he poked his tongue in its tiny crater and his right hand moved to her lower lips. His breath quickened when he felt her wetness and her hips rose to meet his hand. Her eagerness pleased him immensely.

He moved his lips and tongue back up towards her face. He stuck his tongue in her perfectly shaped ear as his erection poked at her damp womanhood. He whispered, "How do you feel about fellatio?"

She groaned as she ran her fingernails up and down his back. Her touch made him shiver.

She whispered back in his ear, "I love it. I think you'll have to get off of me for me to reach it though."

She laughed softly in his ear and the tickle of her breath inflamed him further.

He got off of her and turned himself around so that his dick was positioned over her succulent mouth and his face was above her pussy. He gasped when she grabbed his cock and plunged it into her mouth. He opened her lower lips and started swirling his tongue around her clit.

Ilya had to stop himself from biting her clit. She deluged his cock in her saliva. He felt the head of his cock bump the back of her throat. When she got it wet enough, she started moving her lips up and down its length. Her tongue was doing wicked things to its head and he released some pre-cum, which she eagerly lapped up. He hissed when she gently cupped his testicles and squeezed them. He couldn't help himself from moving his hips in rhythm to her expert sucking.

He was trying mightily to concentrate on her juicy pussy. When his 5 o'clock shadow grazed the tender skin of her pussy, she gasped and moaned. As he licked her clit, he inserted two fingers into her vagina and pressed against her G-spot. He was rewarded with a gush of warm, sweet liquid.

He felt the orgasm build in his testicles and Kennis seemed to sense it too because she quickened her pace and drenched his cock in more of her warm saliva. His voice was hoarse with emotion as he told her he was cumming, thinking she would withdraw her warm mouth and finish him off with her hands. She kept her lips tightly wrapped around his cock and when she cupped his balls, he let go and released his cum into her warm, wet mouth. She slowed her rhythm as she lapped up his cum.

He thrust his fingers into her one more time and felt her release her sweet nectar into his waiting mouth. Her hips bucked. She removed his cock from her mouth and cried out his name. More of her fluids squirted from her pussy. He kept licking and sucking her clit until she begged him to stop.

He got off of her and positioned himself next to her on the bed. He looked down at her face. She had her eyes closed with a big smile on her face. He grabbed one of her nipples and gave it a tender squeeze, her eyes opened as she gasped in surprise. He quickly kissed her lips.

He tasted his salty cum on her lips. He probed her mouth with his tongue causing her to groan with pleasure.

He smiled at her. "My beautiful red haired goddess, I hate to leave you."

She grinned at him. "I hate to see you go."

He caressed her cheek. "I have to go out of town for a few days but I will definitely be back."

She pulled his face back down to her own and kissed him deeply. He felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach and couldn't get over the spell this delectable witch cast on him.

He reluctantly dressed as she watched him with her delightful post coital glow. When he zipped up his fly, she jumped off the bed and grabbed a black silk robe off of a hook on the back of the bedroom door. She followed him downstairs in her bare feet. He looked down at her when they reached the bottom of the stairs. He didn't realize how short she was in her bare feet. It made her even sweeter.

They kissed long and deep by the front door. She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. He fingered her nipples until they poked through her silk robe.

She watched him as he descended the porch stairs. He turned around and waved at her before walking across the street to his new home. When he was at his door, he looked across and saw her silhouette in the doorway. He wondered if she knew her robe was sheer with the background light. Seeing her full, scrumptious figure caused a stirring in his loins.

He entered the relatively empty house. It was the first time he reconsidered a life alone. As he undressed in his bedroom, he was rethinking his ongoing affair with Delfina in Miami. Tomorrow he was set to fly there to see his employer. He always paid Delfina a visit after he conducted business in Miami. He wasn't so sure he still had an appetite for her.

He looked through his carry-on bag to make sure he had everything packed before sliding between the sheets where he soon fell asleep.

After Ilya left, Kennis set the alarm and returned to her bedroom. She stripped the bedding off the bed, vowing to wash it the next day. She put new bedding on the bed and slipped between the clean sheets. She fell instantly asleep.

The following morning, she was dressed for work in a calf length russet skirt and a fisherman knit sweater in the same color. She wore brown leather boots and funky wooden hoop earrings. She was sitting on her porch with a cup of coffee watching the house across the street while she pretended to be looking at her laptop computer. She felt silly especially when she entertained the thought that he was already gone. She felt a pull in the pit of her stomach thinking about last night. She still yearned for him even though she barely knew him.

She closed her laptop and drank the rest of her coffee. She carried them back into the house, putting her computer on the dining room table and taking her mug into the kitchen. She rinsed out the cup and put it in the dishwasher. She put her laptop into her bag, set the alarm and left the house. She was walking around to the garage when she heard someone call her name. She turned around and smiled as Ilya jogged up her driveway. He was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt.

He smiled. "I'm glad I caught you before you left for work."

She returned the smile and shyly she looked down at his feet. Her eyes widened but she suppressed the fear she felt as she looked up into his eyes. "I'm glad you caught me too."

Ilya felt a strange undercurrent occur between them. He wondered if she regretted last night. He grabbed her chin and looked into her beautiful green eyes.

"You don't regret last night do you?"

Kennis saw the sincerity in his eyes and smiled. She had to be wrong. What were the chances?

"No, not at all. I was hoping you didn't. It's a relief to know you don't."

He leaned towards her and kissed her hungrily on the lips. She gently dropped her bag on the ground and put her arms around him. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, kissing her pulse point, which made her shudder with desire.

"I will be gone for two days. I will return on Monday morning. Are you busy Monday night? I'd like to take you to that restaurant you suggested."

She kissed his neck, loving the sweet spicy smell of his cologne. She whispered, "No, I'm free."

He hugged her close as he playfully nibbled her ear. He whispered, "I will miss you."

She nibbled on his ear too. The tugging of his earlobe sent a jolt of desire straight to the tip of his dick. She whispered headily into his ear, "I'll miss you too."

He regretfully let her go and stood back.

"I'll see you Monday night then? Is 7:00 okay?"

She smiled at him. "Yes, 7:00 is fine. I'll see you then. Have a safe trip."

He grabbed her hand and held it before turning to walk away. He always felt exhilarated when he found a new lover. He loved exploring them and learning more about them. He looked forward to exploring Kennis. When he reached the street, he turned around to see her still watching him. He waved and she waved back. He trotted across the street to call a cab to take him to the airport.

When he was out of sight, Kennis entered her garage and slid behind the wheel of her convertible. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against the steering wheel. It just wasn't possible. She would have felt something last night if it were true. There is no way she couldn't have sensed it. She lifted her head and shook it as if it would dispel her doubts.

She backed her car out of the garage. She looked longingly at Ilya's new home before driving down the street. She started having serious doubts. She didn't even know his last name. They never exchanged phone numbers. For all she knew, she would never see him again. And she thought would that be a bad thing? She remembered how she sensed a trace of danger about Ilya last night and she didn't understand why. When she looked down at his black boots in her driveway this morning, it hit her - they were the boots of the killer. She would have recognized them anywhere.

As Kennis drove to work, she decided to give him the benefit of a doubt. She could be mistaken. She thought the chances of him being the killer, buying the house across the street and seducing her were just too high. Especially since he didn't kill her or attempt to kill her. She must be mistaken.

By the end of the day, she convinced herself she was wrong.

She spent the weekend with Gary, her handsome but gay friend, at a flea market a few hundred miles from home. She had fun, ate some great food and found some great buys. She told Gary about Ilya and he approved, saying she really needed to get laid. She was looking forward to Monday with trepidation, excitement, and desire.