Ten shots

\[ff, lesbian, cuntbusting, sniper, shooting, office, love, revenge, commission\]

The air was hot under the scorching sun. It was even more unbearable over here, on the top of the roof, where there was no escape from the heat. Down below, on the street level, nothing disturbed the traffic, and not a single soul was aware of the woman kneeling on the roof with the rifle in her hands.

Her name was Sam. The rough plastic stock of her sniper rifle, also warm from the heat, pressed at her cheek. Her clothes, black jeans and a black t-shirt, were moist with sweat, yet she didn't let be bothered by it. She knew how to wait patiently. Sam was in her thirties, lean, with short blonde hair. Not too pretty and neither ugly, actually quite unremarkable. Sam was used to lying still, while the sun was roasting anything living. In her twenties, she had joined the military and become a sniper. After some years in the service Sam had returned to the civilan life. She got an office job. In fact, the windows of her former workplace were in the building across the street.

The other building loomed over the one Sam was on. It was a large, modern office structure. The walls of the building were glass. Under some circumstances these glass walls gave an excellent view inside. Currently the sunlight reflected at the glass wall as if it was a giant mirror. As sun slowly crawled through the sky, in mere seconds it crossed the plane of the wall and the glass became transparent.

Sam's former office was on the same level as her shooting position. It was a large open plan single room, drywall partitioned it into smaller individual workplaces, where data analysts could sit at their workstations. The walls were painted orange with purple swirls to make it look hip and positive. It was all so familiar to Sam. She stared through the sights, and felt a sudden rush sandess and anger. They were all there, all three. She used be one of them, wear the same business suits. For a short period of time her life seemed to be in order.

Back then Sam used to have respect for her former co-workers. She felt she had found a new family. Trisha, black lady in her fourties at the first desk was the office manager. Bianca, a tiny asian girl, was the junior data analyst. And then there was Natalie... Sam felt her eyes become misty.

Sam directed her sights at Natalie. Natalie was young blonde in her twenties, and married. Sam had fallen in love with Natalie from the first sight. When they first met the blond girl was sitting behind her desk, and right away Sam had thought she was pretty. Then Natalie stood up and Sam noticed her incredibly wide, feminine hips. Sam had almost gasped. Quite outstanding body for a woman in her early twenties. Soon Natalie responded to Sam's advances and that's how their love affair started.

Today Natalie wore a black pinstripe business suit. The tight skirt hugged her lower body. Natalie was sitting at her desk with her knees together, writing something on her PC.

Sam let out a quiet groan. She still had feelings for Natalie. In their relationship Natalie let ten year older Sam be complete owner of her young, shapely body. Sam could spend hours fingering her girlfriend, licking and sucking her supple titties, making Natalie's pink, round nipples tremble, as she moaned with pleasure. While she was thinking about Natalie, Sam caught herself balancing her rifle with one hand. Her left hand was on her crotch, rubbing the coarse seam of her jeans into her pussy. The rising waves of pleasure felt through the body.

Sam made herself stop. She needed to concentrate on the shot. Sam gathered herself and wiped her eyes dry. It wasn't time to be sentimental. Sam gripped the rifle harder and looked through the sights again.

Meanwhile Natalie had got up and walked to the Trisha's cubicle. Natalie had bent over Trisha's desk, and Trisha leaned in, they talked about some work related thing. Sam could imagine the sounds of their voices.

Trisha was a black woman in her fourties, and she was their office manager. Her white business suit was be quite conservative, while Trisha's blouse and stilettos were matching color of red. The buttons of the blouse could barely hold under the weight of her breasts. Trisha's large ass filled and overflowed her office chair. As a boss, Trisha was loud and demanding, at the same time she seemed fair and unbiased. Sam appreciated that, having met enough asshole superiors during her time in military.

Natalie went further to the next partition and handed some papers to Bianca. Sam followed her with her sights, holding her breath. Bianca was a young, thin asian lady in her twenties. Bianca too wore a business suit with a skirt, a gray one. Her white shirt tightly accentuated her slim body and small globes of her breasts. To speak to Natalie, Bianca lifted one cup of her pink headphones, that were constantly playing k-pop. Bianca was a real ice queen, disinterested in Sam or anybody else, or so it seemed at first. Efficiency first, Sam respected that.

Natlie turned and went all the way back to her partition. Sam waited until she was sitting in her chair, and prepared for the shot. The plan was to put a bullet in Natalie's head and retreat. The bullet would run through Natalie's pretty head, making her pieces of skull and clumps of blonde hair paint the drywall. She would drop dead instantly.

Sam waited. She panned the rifle lower, over Natalie's neck, her breasts, her belly, her ass. Natalie was sitting sideways towards the window. Black skirt hugged her ass and hips. Natalie's office skirt was so tight - had her belly got bigger since they broke up? Instead of the head, Sam could shoot Natalie in the belly. Every part of Natalie's body was vulnerable, but especially there - just above the thigh, for the position Natalie was sitting. The shot would tear through Natalie's ovaries, exploding them into oblivion. She would die from pain.

Thoughts of Natalie's body consumed Sam again. She thought about the soft tummy with cute belly button. Sometimes Natalie let Sam rub oil on her, which made Natalie giggle, and her shiny plump body quivered. She would raise her knees, trying to playfully hide her pussy from Sam. It was a puffy, cleanly shaved and covered in tiny goosebumps. Sam would overpower Natalie, hold her thighs down, part her lips to access her cute little love bean, and use it for her pleasure.

Sam closed her eyes. She move the left hand down, unzipped her pants and pushed two fingers into her pussy. Sam rubbed her clit, until she managed to get her concentration together again. Her heart was beating fast. Sam audibly exhaled and, without bothering to zip up her pants again, gripped the rifle. Her fingers were sticky, but she didn't have time to pay attention to that.

Natalie had caused Sam so much pain when she broke up with her. As if knowing that Sam was looking at her from the roof of the other building, Natalie turned sideways in her chair, now directly facing the window. She held her knees together, but under the black skirt Sam could see the triangle of her panties.

Sam inhaled. She aimed at Natalie's belly, the point on the left side, above her ex-lover's right thigh, and pulled the trigger. Little fountain of blood squirted from Natalie's belly. Without wasting a second, Sam aimed at the other side of Natalie's belly and pulled the trigger. There was another fountain of blood, and Natalie fell from her chair.

Wide-eyed and surprised, as two pieces of hot metal had just invaded her belly and destroyed her ovaries, she rolled on the floor from side to side, with her knees pressed at her chin, and screaming. Sam exhaled.

"Take that, you treacherous bitch," Sam whispered.

Sam kept the rifle stock at her face, and kept observing Natalie's agony. Fingers of her left hand were already inside Sam's cunt. Lucky that she didn't have to hear the screams. She rubbed and moaned.

First Trisha, then Bianca jumped into Natalie's cubicle. Trisha was shouting something, while Bianca stood frozen, with her eyes wide. Trisha got on her knees and tried to hold Natalie down. While she was larger that Natalie, the girl's agony was too strong. Trisha couldn't get the hold of her, and calm her down. Eventually their interactions started to resemble wrestling.

Sam watched attentively, and even stopped masturbating. Trisha's back was directed at the window, and her fat butt rose up, as she were holding Natalie's on the floor. Office manager's skirt crumpled and slipped upwards, revealing more and more of her black thighs, and eventually - the spheres of her large buttocks. Bianca helplessly stared from the back.

Sam kept Trisha's ass in her sights, and gripped the rifle again. She was used to be wrong about Trisha. As a boss she wasn't as fair as Sam had thought first, instead she turned out to be stubborn and bitchy. Sam took aim.

Trisha was sticking her black milf's ass up, and the more she struggled with Natalie, the more Sam could see. The skirt had rolled all the way up. In couple seconds Trisha reavealed her panties - red, just like her blouse and shoes.

Sam pulled the trigger. The shot went into Trisha's panties, taking her clit clean off her pussy, and digging deeper into her body.

"Take that, you bossy bitch," Sam whispered.

Trisha hit the floor headfirst like a sack of potatos. Sam didn't let her roll around in pain like Natalie, Sam pulled the trigger three more times. Trisha's meaty pussy was a nice target. After three more shots pierced Trisha's cunt, the boss froze dead. The bubble of her large ass became still.

Sam panned the rifle to Bianca. The asian girl stared wide-eyed at her co-workers, petrified. Bianca wasn't as innocent too. She turned out to be the queen of gossip, who enjoyed whispering things behind Sam's back. Sam aimed at Bianca's lower belly and squeezed the trigger twice, sending two shots next to each other. The bullets destroyed tiny girl's ovaries and sent her flying at the wall.

"Take that, you little bitch," Sam whispered.

Bianca slid down the wall until her butt was on the floor, with her legs apart and knees bent, revealing pink panties. She lifted her eyes to the ceiling and screamed. Sam aimed at the Bianca's panties and pulled the trigger once more. The shot destroyed Bianca's tiny pussy, after which the girl froze with her eyes and mouth open.

Sam exhaled through her teeth, dropped her rifle, pulled off her pants, and kicked them to the side. She sat her ass on the coarse surface of the sun-heated roof and fingered herself. Her mind played the images of her fucking Natalie, her shooting Natalie, shooting Trisha, shooting Bianca. She rubbed her clit, and squeezed her thighs together. She came, twitched her legs, and remained unmoving for a while, lying in the rays of the hot sun.

After a while, Sam got up on her knees and lifted the rifle again. The victims were lying there. Trisha was lying on her tits, face flat to the ground, her black ass up, with her pussy shredded by bullets. Bianca was sitting at the wall in the position she had died.

Surprisingly, Natalie was alive, her body was weakly spasming. She was on her back, her legs bent, and knees pointing up. Natalie's skirt was rolled all the way up, revealing her panties, almost completely eaten by her juicy pussy lips. Sam felt her eyes get watery again. She aimed the crosshairs at Natalie's pussy.

"I still love you, Natalie, you stupid bitch," she whispered.

Sam squeezed the trigger and sent the last bullet that destroyed the girl's clit. Natalie stopped twitching. Tears were flowing over Sam's face. Sam closed her eyes, hugged her rifle and rubbed the stock at her pussy moaning, having completely lost the sense of time.