Sheep Finder: Sounds good to me. Book me in for a session tonight. Say midnight?
If I could be available sooner, I would, but the cleanup after a job always takes me the longest, and I would rather not give him a time I can’t meet.
Little Bo Peep:That’s way past my bedtime. I have an early day tomorrow.
Sheep Finder:What time?
Little Bo Peep: 8 a.m.
Still too late for a farmer to be waking up, especially in this heat. I guess it’s better than ten a.m. or twelve in the afternoon, though.
Sheep Finder:How about you fit me in at 6 a.m. tomorrow, then? Will that work better for you?
I send my response, hoping I can get his ass up earlier. Maybe after helping him come, he’ll have the energy to be more productive. Based on the number of veggies and fruit going unpicked in his yard, he’s nowhere near ready for this weekend’s farmers market. He had signs sticking out from the back of his truck and foldable table suggesting he was planning on going.
Did I watch him a little too closely and more than I should? Probably. Will I go out of my way to do it? Only if he gives me enough of a reason to.
Little Bo Peep: What will you have me do that early in the morning?
Sheep Finder:You’ll have to wait and see.
The hot fading sun causes sweat to gather between my brows as I walk to my car. With sunset just around the corner, I thought the heat would’ve eased up by now. It’s as hot as it was a few hours ago. My phone vibrates as I’m pulling out of the hotel parking lot, but I don’t check my new message until I’m parked right outside my target’s place of work.
Plucking my phone from my pocket, I lean back in my seat, glancing out the window before looking down at the response from my little shepherd.
Little Bo Peep: In that case, make it $70 an hour. See you at the ass crack of dawn.
Sheep Finder:More like I’ll see you.
If I’m paying seventy dollars for a video chat, he better make it worth my while. The hour’s delay keeping me from driving home is already going to cause me to fall behind, so he’ll be paying right along with me. Since he loves nursery rhymes so damn much, I plan to send him on a wild goose chase, and maybe his sounds of pleasure will echo around my property while he’s riding around on a small boat I have sitting near my pond.
Undoing my pants, I take out my cock and hit play on the video of him riding a dildo attached to a small yellow drill. He’s wearing his cowboy hat again and pushing back on the long, quickly moving silicone dick. Moans slip from his pretty, lush mouth, and his lips form into an O shape as he slips closer to the edge.
Shaky fingers wrap around his cock as he leans forward, his knees growing unsteady against the ground. Fuck me. Spreading my legs, I search around the empty parking lot where I’m hiding under a very large oak tree in a corner the lamp posts aren’t shining light on. In order to think more clearly during my kill, I need to be more relaxed than I am, and more focused on the piece of shit I’m supposed to be drowning in the nearby lake instead of the man falling apart on the screen in front of me.
I spit into my palm before giving myself a few slow strokes, picking up my speed whenever Patrick’s hand does. Man is he sexy. More like the most mesmerizing person I’ve ever come across. His milky skin, sparkling blue eyes, and red hair sticking to his forehead. Don’t get me started on those freckles randomly scattered all over his body. The lack of scars and bruises makes me want to add some. Pretty things do look much better when slightly damaged.
He loves being watched, doesn’t he? Needs it. Gets off on it. I don’t miss the excitement shining in his eyes as he stares into the camera. He’s forever got an audience in me. Will he come as hard when thinking he’s alone? I look forward to finding out.
His sounds of pleasure echo around me, and I lose myself in them before spilling my load into my hand. Hot and flushed, he’s fully blissed out, cum covering his milky white stomach. Folding himself forward, he goes still for a long time, shaking and breathing heavily before turning off the video.
Looking down at my cum-covered hand, I grit my teeth. Fuck, I made a mess. Nothing compared to the one I want to make on him. Grabbing wipes from my glove box, I clean myself up and tuck my softening cock back into my underwear before zipping up my jeans.
The next time I look up, a front door is opening and the man I’ve been waiting for has finally emerged from a long night of fucking his secretary behind his wife’s back. They’ve been sneaking around for the last few months but only recently decided to plan her murder, hoping to disappear somewhere together after collecting that hefty life insurance he has on his wife. Too bad she’s going to beat him to it.
Opening the bag in the passenger seat, I pull out a tranquilizer gun. He won’t die here. What I was asked to do to him will take too long and requires me to be closer to a huge body of water. Setting the gun in my lap, I roll down my window. “Hey, excuse me. I think I might be a bit lost. Is this the Hemmingway building? I have an interview here in the morning and want to make sure I got the right place.”
Mr. Caraway walks my way while nodding. “Yes, you’re in the right place and should have no trouble making it in on time tomorrow.”
“Good,” I respond. “One more thing,” I shout as he’s turning away.
“Yeah?”
“Can you tell me if this is where I’m supposed to go based on this email?” I hold up my phone showing something I received from a spam accountthis morning, knowing once he’s close enough to spot my lie, he’ll already have a dart in his neck.
He hesitates for a moment before walking toward me again. “Sure thing, pal.” As he closes in, I quickly lift my gun and aim it at his neck. By the time he realizes what’s happening, it’s too late, and I have him right where I want him.
Yeah, taking a load off definitely helped me handle my job better. Little Bo Peep is going to be more use to me than I realized. Soon he’ll regret ever moving in next door and showing me what I’ve been missing all this time. Very rarely do I come across something I want badly enough to keep around permanently, but once I find it, I never let it go. Nothing will change if Patrick asks me to either. But will it be better for me to keep him still breathing or as added fertilizer in my garden?