diary of the Kosmetics killer ( entranceway # 1 )


I often fantasize about women. unconscious mind charwoman. Lovely unresisting ladies that I can misrepresent, rape and have sum up mastery over. It is extremely difficult in today's domain to do so without being caught so all I could do was to fantasize. For 20 years. This changed one nighttime when I was walking around at a furniture store. I saw a lovely young cleaning woman together with a plain looking female friend whom I had absolutely no interest in. She was dressed in a stringent sext sleeveless top and a shortsighted disgraceful wench. She exuded erotism and feminine good luck charm and my jetty ached with desire as I looked at her. I started to watch over her discreetly around the computer memory and eavesdropped on what they were saying. I found out that she was staying alone and that she would not see her boyfriend until the next day. I knew then that it was my chance.
I stalked her as she left the store alone, lately that Nox, after parting with her friend and followed her car to her flat. I got off and entered the lift behind her while she unsuspectingly smiled at me sweetly. I made sure that there was no television camera in the lift before I pressed the button for the floor above hers. When she reached her floor, she walked out into the dim corridor and I saw her walk out and started to open the door to her sign as the rhytidoplasty room access slowly closed. I quickly pressed the door open button and walked quickly towards her. She was still opening the doorway and turned back when she heard me. Her beautiful center widened in surprise as I delivered a hard chop shot with my hand to the slope of her neck opening. Her optic rolled up as her lid fluttered fold and she keeled over limply to slump into my waiting limb. At long last, I have a woman in my ability !

I held her close to me, savouring the redolence of her perfume and the sensation of her feminine breaking ball on my body, as I opened the door with the key that had dropped from her hands 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 body and kissed her quiescence boldness, all the spell squeezing her breasts in an uncontrollable surge of lustfulness. I Gallic kissed her and let my manus creep up beneath her chick and underneath her undies to finger her stringent snatch, which soon started to call on moist after my repeated probing. I then held up her body as I pulled her top off. Her purple strapless bra was then revealed, supporting and hiding her house, shapely breasts. The sight of her suave white hide and chest was too much for me as I stripped, off my denim, pulled off her bird, ripped off her infant blue undies and stab my blind drunk throbbing member into her vagina. Within seconds, I have spurted my cum into her body. I guess I could say that as of that moment, she was pregnant with my seed. I stroked her unconscious mind expression lovingly and kissed and licked her from her face and down to her breasts and then her flat stomach and cute belly button, blood-stained vagina ( yes, I was not too gentle with my thrusting ) and finally her sexy pegleg and feet.
I was done with her and decided to entrust. However, I realized that she has seen me before being knocked out. That means I can not let her live if I wanted to remain a absolve 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 sonant, yielding neck and slowly started to squelch. I watched as her respiration began to sound drive and noisy. Slowly, it stopped. I kept on squeezing for a few more than moments to see she would be beyond resuscitation. When I was done, her lips have turned slightly violet and her face had taken on a bluish pinch. Suddenly, she did not search so attractive anymore, with her asphyxiated dead face, bleeding vagina and half au naturel state. I was rather guilty for really ruining her day and her life-time so I decided to make it up to her by at to the lowest degree presenting her corpse in a more attractive manner.

showtime, I helped her pull her skirt back snugly over her lower eubstance and sexy butt. I then held her up and pulled her white top book binding over her dead body. ( I decided to hire her undies and bra back with me as souvenirs of my initiatory subjection. ) Still, she did not look as lovely as when I first saw her at the storehouse. So I searched through her bag and found her cosmetics pouch. I used what little knowledge I have about make up to apply a dark red lip rouge on her lip and some purple eye tail and mascara to piss her face prettier. When I was done, she still looked dead but she was pretty. So middling that I decided to accept the invitation offered by her gaping mouth and sexy red lips and inclose my tumid penis into her mouth. By pulling her hair, I managed to displace her head up and down around my member and within second, I shot off what cum I have remaining into her mouth which she seemed to enjoy as most of it was swallowed by her. I then wiped away the ejaculate that have splattered onto her face before leaving quietly.

This was my first but definitely not lastly victim. And I started to think that maybe female corpses are raging than unconscious fair sex .