Diary of the Kosmetics grampus ( debut # 1 )


I often fantasize about women. unconscious mind char. Lovely resistless ladies that I can control, rape and have add control over. It is extremely unmanageable in today's world to do so without being caught so all I could do was to fantasy. For 20 years. This changed one nighttime when I was walking around at a furniture store. I saw a pin-up young cleaning lady together with a plain looking female booster whom I had absolutely no interest in. She was dressed in a blind drunk sext sleeveless top and a short-circuit dark bird. She exuded sexiness and womanly magic spell and my bulwark ached with desire as I looked at her. I started to follow 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 boyfriend until the next day. I knew then that it was my chance.
I stalked her as she left the store alone, tardy that night, after parting with her protagonist and followed her car to her flat. I got off and entered the airlift behind her while she unsuspectingly smiled at me sweetly. I made sure enough that there was no camera in the lift before I pressed the button for the trading floor above hers. When she reached her grade, she walked out into the dim corridor and I saw her take the air out and started to open the threshold to her house as the lift doorway slowly closed. I quickly pressed the door opened push button and walked quickly towards her. She was still opening the door and turned back when she heard me. Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise as I delivered a strong chop with my hand to the side of her neck. Her optic rolled up as her eyelids fluttered airless and she keeled over limply to slide down into my waiting weapon system. At long endure, I have a woman in my power !

I held her close to me, savouring the fragrance of her perfume and the sense impression of her feminine curves on my eubstance, as I opened the threshold with the key that had dropped from her work force when she was knocked out by me. I then dragged her into her house and locked the doorway behind me. Now she is mine. I caressed her unconscious body and kissed her sleeping face, all the piece squeezing her breasts in an irrepressible billow of lust. I Daniel Chester French kissed her and let my hand crawl up beneath her skirt and underneath her undies to finger her tight pussy, which soon started to plough moist after my recurrent probing. I then held up her physical structure as I pulled her top off. Her purpleness strapless bra was then revealed, supporting and hiding her firm, shapely breasts. The mountain of her liquid white hide and knocker was too much for me as I stripped, off my jean, pulled off her bird, ripped off her baby blue undies and knife my pixilated throbbing phallus into her vagina. Within seconds, I have spurted my cum into her physical structure. I guess I could say that as of that moment, she was meaning with my seeded player. I stroked her unconscious face lovingly and kissed and licked her from her face and down to her breast and then her compressed stomach and cute belly button, blood-stained vagina ( yes, I was not too gentle with my thrusting ) and finally her sexy legs 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 exist if I wanted to remain 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 option. I wrapped my gloved hands around her soft, yielding neck opening and slowly started to squeeze. I watched as her external respiration began to sound laboured and noisy. Slowly, it stopped. I kept on squeezing for a few more than moments to guarantee she would be beyond resuscitation. When I was done, her lips have turned slightly violet and her fount had taken on a bluish pinch. Suddenly, she did not look so attractive anymore, with her asphyxiated dead case, bleeding vagina and half defenseless country. 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 manner.

First, I helped her pull her wench back snugly over her turn down dead body and sexy butt. I then held her up and pulled her lily-white top back over her physical structure. ( I decided to assume her undies and bra back with me as souvenirs of my first conquest. ) Still, she did not await as lovely as when I first saw her at the store. So I searched through her bag and found her cosmetics sack. I used what minuscule cognition I have about make up to apply a dark red lipstick on her lips and some royal eye trace and mascara to pull in her look prettier. When I was done, she still looked dead but she was pretty. So somewhat that I decided to take on the invitation offered by her gaping mouth and sexy red brim and inserted my upright penis into her mouth. By pulling her hair, I managed to move her head up and down around my phallus and within minutes, I shot off what cum I have remaining into her backtalk 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 but definitely not lastly dupe. And I started to conceive that maybe female corpses are red-hot than unconscious women .