Diary of the Kosmetics Killer ( launching # 1 )


I often fantasize about women. unconscious mind women. Lovely resistless noblewoman that I can wangle, rape and have aggregate controller over. It is extremely hard in today's earth to do so without being caught so all I could do was to fantasize. For 20 old age. This changed one nighttime when I was walking around at a furniture memory. I saw a lovely Edward Young cleaning woman together with a plain looking female friend whom I had absolutely no interest in. She was dressed in a tight sext sleeveless top and a short black annulus. She exuded eroticism and feminine charm and my jetty ached with desire as I looked at her. I started to come her discreetly around the store and eavesdropped on what they were saying. I found out that she was staying alone and that she would not see her young man until the future day. I knew then that it was my chance.
I stalked her as she left the storehouse alone, late that night, after parting with her friend and followed her car to her apartment. I got off and entered the rhytidectomy behind her while she unsuspectingly smiled at me sweetly. I made for certain that there was no camera in the rise before I pressed the clitoris for the floor above hers. When she reached her level, she walked out into the dim corridor and I saw her walk out and started to open the threshold to her household as the lift doorway slowly closed. I quickly pressed the door open button and walked quickly towards her. She was still opening the door and turned back when she heard me. Her beautiful center widened in surprise as I delivered a hard chop with my handwriting to the position of her neck opening. Her eyes rolled up as her eyelid fluttered close and she keeled over limply to fall off into my waiting arms. At long last, I have a woman in my king !

I held her close to me, savouring the fragrance of her perfume and the sensation of her womanly curves on my organic structure, as I opened the door with the key that had dropped from her deal when she was knocked out by me. I then dragged her into her house and locked the door behind me. Now she is mine. I caressed her unconscious trunk and kissed her sleeping facial expression, all the while squeezing her knocker in an unruly surge of luxuria. I French kissed her and let my hand cower up beneath her wench and underneath her undies to finger her soaked pussy, which soon started to turn moist after my iterate probing. I then held up her soundbox as I pulled her top off. Her purple strapless bra was then revealed, supporting and hiding her house, shapely breasts. The lot of her fluent white skin and knocker was too much for me as I stripped, off my blue jean, pulled off her skirt, ripped off her babe blue undies and dig my firm throbbing penis into her vagina. Within seconds, I have spurted my cum into her body. I guess I could say that as of that instant, she was pregnant with my seed. I stroked her unconscious human face lovingly and kissed and licked her from her side and down to her breasts and then her flat stomach and cute belly button, blood-stained vagina ( yes, I was not too aristocratic with my thrusting ) and finally her sexy wooden leg and feet.
I was done with her and decided to leave. However, I realized that she has seen me before being knocked out. That means I can not let her live if I wanted to continue a free man. I looked at her lying there peacefully, softly breathing, so beautiful and vulnerable. And she had smiled at me just now. But I have no choice. I wrapped my gloved hands around her cushy, yielding neck and slowly started to squash. I watched as her breathing began to vocalize dig and noisy. Slowly, it stopped. I kept on squeezing for a few to a greater extent moments to see to it she would be beyond resuscitation. When I was done, her lip have turned slightly purplish and her face had taken on a bluish mite. Suddenly, she did not wait so attractive anymore, with her asphyxiated dead face, bleeding vagina and one-half raw body politic. I was rather guilty for really ruining her day and her life so I decided to make it up to her by at least presenting her corpse in a more attractive personal manner.

First, I helped her pluck her bird back snugly over her lower soundbox and sexy buttocks. I then held her up and pulled her tweed top back over her body. ( I decided to take her undies and bra back with me as souvenirs of my first conquest. ) Still, she did not look as lovely as when I first saw her at the store. So I searched through her bag and found her cosmetics bulge. I used what trivial cognition I have about make up to apply a dark red lip rouge on her back talk and some purple eye shadow and mascara to ready her look prettier. When I was done, she still looked dead but she was pretty. So pretty that I decided to accept the invitation offered by her gaping mouth and sexy red lip and tuck my set up penis into her mouth. By pulling her hair, I managed to strike her head up and down around my phallus and within minute of arc, I shot off what cum I have remaining into her back talk which she seemed to enjoy as most of it was swallowed by her. I then wiped away the semen that have splattered onto her face before leaving quietly.

This was my first-class honours degree but definitely not last victim. And I started to remember that maybe female clay are blistering than unconscious fair sex .