My Dying wickedness Angel

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

Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have
lived in the States for many age now. Who I was is not significant.
My liveliness, in fact, is not significant. And neither is anyone else's.

Who am I now ? Some would say I 'm a killer. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.
A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it 's true. I am all of those,
and more. But others, the ace I favor, would foretell me an arist. A genuis.
Just because I actually end biography, and admit beautiful girls against their will,
does not make me tough than virtually men. Everyone has their wan 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 down eyes and diminished, child breasts. She was an ebony haired sinister fairy, with glittering green eyes
and very light 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 home. For two calendar week, I monitored her
from a distance, all without her noesis. I knew her patterns, her movements.
And now I was ready. I followed her, leaving my car some way away, since I knew
she was on foot tonight, because her Porsche had been in the shop for three days..
fucking rich squawk. She wore a tight red armored combat vehicle top and black skinny denim with blacken boots,
her long blackness hair left loosen down her back. She smelled of roses, just like the funeral
house ...

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

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

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

"I doubt that, bitch. Who 's going to name the pig ?"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 free, out of my strong arms.

I am marvelous. I am with child. I am built. She 's just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds.
What chance did she ever experience ? Against me ? Against any man ? I held
both her arms with one of mine, and used the early to tear off her shirt. She
was n't wearing a bra, which just made thing well-heeled for me. Her tits were
heavy than most of my girls, a gracious 36C, with tumescent garden pink mammilla. I glanced
down and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On neural impulse
I leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of track.

"Please. Please, just ... take all my money and stuff, and leave. No one
will know. Just do n't kill me !"She whispered suddenly, trying to look
innocent. They all said the Saame stupe shit, I thought irritably. I was
already getting exhausted with her. I jerked her pants down, letting the clit
pop out. Again with the kick and thrashing.

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

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

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

She screamed louder and louder, so finally I put my hands around
her Andrew D. White neck and squeezed, silencing her cacophony of screeches.
I got enough screaming and bitching back when I was married,
tinker's dam if I wanted to hear too very much of it these days.

I kept choking her as I fucked that tight ass cunt of hers, thrusting my hard cock
in and out of her bush, loving the feel of her against me. I do n't call back
she was a Virgo, but she obviously had n't had often sex. I pounded away
as the life in her eyes faded and dimmed more and Sir Thomas More each second,
her attempts at ego demurrer becoming futile.

I watched her center, barely active, as I bit her nipple as intemperately as I could,
pleased at the blood which oozed out. I let go of her neck- I like
to protract it a little, let the bitch suffer. I rolled her on her breadbasket,
sensing she was far too weakly to really fight now. Any endeavour to do so
would be otiose and useless.

She had a nice ass, turn and firm and untouched. The kind of ass
every man wants to cleave his dick into someday. I kissed down her spine
and to her ass, licking it to lube it up some, squeezing her ass cheeks hard.
"Nooo ... .."She whimpered as I pushed my dick against the tip of her butt,
letting it sit there, rubbing against it, before I finally rammed it in
and began pounding her ass. shtup, I was going to cum ... .with a few to a greater extent
deep penetrating slams, I exploded in her ass, sending shudders of Adam all down
my consistency. I laid on top of her, inside her, for a moment, before getting off.

"Do n't kill 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 throttle her and watch her die as I fucked her, but now ... well now, at least I would get to torment her more.

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

"You are aught. goose egg but a fucking piddling slut who deserves everything she got tonight
and Sir Thomas More. You are lucky- be grateful- because I 'm going to go ahead and drink down you."

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

Later, I disposed of the consistency, and did my scoop to clean house up any tracing of DNA and just
make it seem like she packed up and left. I 'm for certain I wo n't be caught- I never am.

Now, I 'm just driving household, but I already know the perfect young woman to be my next
victim.

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

I always get what I want .