My Dying iniquity Angel

I do n't conceive she had a clue what was coming.
I doubt it ever even crossed her thinker that I was following her.
pudding head cunt.

Please, let me acquaint myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Soviet Russia but have
lived in the States for many years now. Who I was is not important.
My life, in fact, is not of import. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a cause of death. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psychotic. And those people would be right, it 's dependable. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ones I favor, would promise me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end living, and lease beautiful girls against their will,
does not wee-wee me worse than near men. Everyone has their sick fancy,
I just prefer mine to be satisfied.

Tonight, they were.

She was n't quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue center and small, child titty. She was an pitch black haired sullen fairy, with glittering green eyes
and very light-colored alabaster skin. I do n't know why, but she appealed to me deeply
and I knew I just had to have her.

I saw her first at Starbucks, and I followed her household. For two workweek, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her knowledge. I knew her approach pattern, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some agency away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the store for three days..
fucking rich kick. She wore a tight red tank car top and black skinny denim with black boots,
her long black hair's-breadth left loose down her backbone. She smelled of pink wine, just like the funeral
rest home ...

I grabbed her as she was unlocking her front door, and pushed her inside.
I normally would own taken her with me, but convient for me, she lived
even more isolated than me ... no one would find out her pathetic screams.

She tried to scream, and as a reflex tried to plain me from behind, but I
was having none of that tonight. I shoved her to the story, laughing as she kicked and yelled.
"Go ahead. Who 's really going to hear ? Who will deal ? You poor, poor thing ...
I bet you never thought this would pass to you."No one ever does, you know.
They all think criminal offense happens to other girls, not themselves.

"You 'll go to jail !"She hissed through her tooth, the fight still in her eyes.

"I doubt that, gripe. Who 's going to cry the bull ?"I asked, leering at her.

Seeing that she was struggling for an resolution, I leaned close to her ear and whispered
into it :"You are going to die tonight."Her face paled, and the thrashing got more violent.
She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get exempt, out of my strong arms.

I am tall. I am big. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What prospect did she ever have ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her limb with one of mine, and used the other to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made things well-fixed for me. Her tits were
bigger than most of my fille, a nice 36C, with turgid pink nipples. I glanced
down and noticed a naval gang accentuated her picket tum. On neural impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and poppycock, and leave. No one
will know. Just do n't vote down me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
inexperienced person. They all said the Saami stunned damn, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her knickers down, letting the clitoris
pop out. Again with the boot and whacking.

Why do they always fight ? They never win. Foolish little fornicatress ...

I pulled out my dick, not bothering to undress completely,
and without any lubricant or foreplay, thrust it inside her tight clit.

God it felt good ... it had been a while, I realized. Really should n't let myself
go so long without gratification. Not sizable, you know.

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hand around
her whiteness cervix and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
hoot if I wanted to hear too lots of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that cockeyed ass puss of hers, thrusting my hard pecker
in and out of her George Walker Bush, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't cerebrate
she was a virgin, but she obviously had n't had much sex. I pounded away
as the life story in her eyes faded and dimmed more and more each second,
her effort at self defense becoming futile.

I watched her eyes, barely awake, as I bit her nipple as hard as I could,
pleased at the pedigree which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to prolong it a little, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her stomach,
sensing she was far too weak to really fight now. Any tries to do so
would be futile and useless.

She had a nice ass, troll and firm and untasted. The kind of ass
every man wants to stick his hawkshaw into someday. I kissed down her backbone
and to her ass, licking it to lubricate it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my hawkshaw against the tip of her butt,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. roll in the hay, I was going to cum ... .with a few Sir Thomas More
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of ecstasy all down
my body. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

"Do n't vote down me ..."She said again, looking at me warily. She knew I was going to.
I hated it in a way- I really had planned to go back to fucking her pussy after I pounded
her ass, so I could strangle her and watch her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at to the lowest degree I would get to torment her more.

I pushed her on her back again, and pulled out my hunting knife. I cut off one of her pap
quickly, and she cried out. I laughed at her and ate it, just to see the saying of horror
in her emerald eyes. Then I grabbed her hair and spit in her face.

"You are nothing. Nothing but a ass slight hussy who deserves everything she got tonight
and more. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and kill you."

With that, I cut the bitch 's throat, and sucked on it as the crimson leaked out into
my mouth.

Later, I disposed of the body, and did my best to scavenge up any traces of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm sure I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving dwelling, but I already know the perfect girl to be my adjacent
victim.

This one, I know personally, my endearing coworker Abby. And like all the others,
she would belong to me.

I always get what I want .