After the Christmas Day dame was found, the police stepped up the nationally manhunt for me.. I decided to lie low for the time being and got a job picking fruit at a rural farm. Didn't pay much but it kept me awake. For the next few months, I worked strong and always took care to avoid the busloads of visitors who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to control my nighttime desires and satisfied my impulse by masturbating to the sketches and Ketubim in my notebook which was now updated to include the Xmas killing. I even considered not killing again until the day I saw her.

She came with a group of friends to inspect the farm. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a despoil red T-shirt and puritanic overall and wore a pair of bookish looking glasses But some things stood out obviously. The natural looker of her face and the gentle swells of her breasts pushing out against her overalls. I decided there and then that I will have her.

I started following the tour group from a length as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune prison term to impinge on but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the group proceeded to the eating surface area for dinner before heading back home. I was about to give way up when I saw my target leaving her table and heading for the washroom located some distance away. I knew that it was then or never. I followed her as the area rapidly darkened with the background of the sun.. She entered the carrel and closed the doorway as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trusty Taser from my pocket.

After a few minutes, I heard the door unlocking. I looked around for a concluding check. Fortunately there was no one else around or my program would bear failed at the last minute. My peach walked towards me, unaware of the circumstances I had in store for her. I smiled at her and pretended to take the air towards the cubicle. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the back of her neck opening and squeezed the initiation. She gave easygoing pant and her unharmed body stiffened and gave a few dork before going limp and keeling onto my waiting munition. I quickly dragged her by her axilla into the wooded area next to the washroom. I then carried her limp consistence towards an old abandoned pecker shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to contain her limp and get down body and I almost ejaculated just by looking at her helpless, pretty sleeping face draped over my arm, with her mouth hanging wide open, inviting me to slip in my penis."Soon, my love, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.

Once inside the disgorge, I lay her down gently onto the dusty ground. I removed the eyeglasses to enjoy the full phase of the moon ravisher of her face. Just then, she gave a lenient groan and started moving a little. I gave her another rush of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her cover girl body twitching with the induced voltage and falling limp and lifeless again, the lust within me rose to fevered horizontal surface. But to prevent her from waking again and raising an alarm, I decided to end her spirit there and then. I wrapped a cartoon strip of leather I took from the farm around her slender neck and pulled the last apart hard, strangling her. Soon, her fount turned the attractive shadiness of blue angel I have seen so often on my past dupe. A sudden aroma of ammonium hydroxide and a tenuous dampness at her genital organ told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so hard to dress and attend demure and ladylike but has now unknowingly embarrassed herself either due to the unconscious fear of dying or as a reflex of being O deprived. Either way, this sign of vulnerability increased my arousal and I pulled her head towards me and started kissing her passionately as she died.

After 10 minute, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather strip from her cervix, kissing her on her luscious lips pushing in her slightly protruding and swollen tongue back into her mouthpiece with mine. She gave a last sensual sigh as the remaining air escaped from her mouth. I held up her body, squeezed and fondled her breasts and licked her typeface as I pulled down her overalls and ripped off her shirt, revealing her shapely, welcoming and open eubstance clad in a black strapless bra and kinky looking panties, now stained with her piss. I quickly undressed, pushed down her panties and wiped her vagina plumb and dry with her overalls. I then rammed my rock hard phallus into her vagina, still wet with her expiry urine, feeling her hymen tearing with my first poke. 5 calendar month of smothered desires broke free as I penetrated her prison term and again while stroking her face and sucking her left field breast which was exposed after I pulled down one side of meat of her bra. When I exploded in her, I gave an uncontrolled cry of ecstasy. Luckily no one else was around. I lay on top of her cooling body for a patch, resting as I continued fondling and fingering her lovingly.

A sudden hard on woke me up and I discovered my exanimate peach still obediently below me. Her mouth remained wide unresolved from all my petting earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her head. My scarf out phallus, dripping with pre cum hung just above her mouth. I stroked her parted, slightly violet lip with my member and inserted it into her backtalk, enjoying the feeling of her dentition and lingua. Within moments, she had swallowed a huge warhead of my cum as I ejaculated. Once Sir Thomas More, I fell down on her in an exhausted eternal sleep.

I woke up again a few minute later. It was still darkness outside as I pondered my following measure, while enjoying the sight half-naked, very dead chick lying next to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly stiff and cold body, I realised that it would be very hard to get her eubstance off the farm so I would have to somehow obscure her here. Throwing her into a pool or just leaving her in this shack was risky especially since constabulary would no doubt set about looking for her here soon. I then thought of using cement. Burying her in cement so her dead body would not be found and her decomposing scent would not be detected. I walked to the construction storage construction of the farm and dragged back a few packs of cement powder. One thing remains to be done before I cement my dead lover forever. Cosmetics of course of action.

All my other dupe have been made up to seem beautiful and graphic before and she will be no elision. However there is a problem. She has soiled her dress and they have started to smell. No victim of the Kosmetics Killer can be smelly. They should all wait and smell nice. Thus, I decided to buy some clothes for her. Something sexier than the one she was dressed in. As it was my off day, I cycled to the nearest town after locking my precious drained half defenseless lulu in the shed.

I returned a few hour later, finding her small worse for article of clothing probably due to the dry clime and lack of sun. A duo of flies were buzzing around her eyes and lip and I quickly swatted them off. I have bought a purpurate babe bird apparel with gamy leg covering. I thought she would await really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her properly knocker pop detached after a night of natural process. I nibbled on each mamilla lustily and then stuffed the bra and soil panty in my pouch as a token. I slipped the dress over her head and pulled up the leggings snuggery over her sexy ass adjusting them. A complete fit. She looked much honest now.

I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my thoroughly old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a patch but which I still bring around with me just in case. I applied a thick layer of fundament to cover the asphyxiate blueish skin color of her face. I tried covering her strangling mark but it had turned an ugly dark red and was impossible to veil completely. I kissed her on her palpebra and then applied light blue eyeshadow, dark blue devil mascara and some eyeliner. Some red lipstick and blusher and she looked as upright as new. Well almost. Still a bit bluish but it would have to do. I sprayed some perfume on her cervix and munition to keep her smelling sweet and unfermented. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my weapons system and kissing her pilus and face. I was so aroused by all these that I rolled up her chick and fucked her again. Then I was done with her.

I started the hard body of work of digging a ditch into the diffuse soil next to the shed. I then mixed the cement and poured in a level to cover the storey of the ditch. I then carried my dead companion and slowly lowered her face up onto the wet and indulgent layer of cement. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another layer of wet concrete on top of her corpse. Soon, only the beau of her chest were visible above the cement and I soon had those covered as well. By the metre I was done, it was nighttime again. It had been a truly tiring but satisfactory experience and I look forward to my following victim .