Assassination Stories

My mouth was full. Specifically, it was full of Sir Reginald Quailpipe’s cock. My nose was being tickled by the greying hair on his ample belly. I slid my lips slowly up his length until his rigid steed popped out of my mouth. Sir Reginald groaned as my hand took over, firmly and rapidly stroking his manhood until a tell-tale throbbing indicated that he was about to erupt. “Oh, what a gusher, Sir Reginald!” I cooed as he...