After the Xmas chick was found, the police force stepped up the nationwide manhunt for me.. I decided to lie low for the prison term being and got a job picking fruits at a rural farm. Didn't pay much but it kept me alive. For the adjacent few calendar month, I worked grueling and always took care to annul the busloads of visitant who visits the farm every weekend. I managed to control my dark desires and slaked my urges by masturbating to the sketches and writings in my notebook which was now updated to include the Xmas kill. I even considered not killing again until the day I saw her.

She came with a radical of admirer to jaw the farm. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a striped red T-shirt and blue boilers suit and wore a pair of studious looking glasses But some things stood out obviously. The natural knockout of her boldness and the gentle swell of her breasts pushing out against her overalls. I decided there and then that I will birth her.

I started following the tour mathematical group from a distance as they moved around the farm, waiting for an opportune time to scratch but it never came. Soon, it was evening and the group proceeded to the eating domain for dinner before heading back home. I was about to give up when I saw my fair game leaving her board and heading for the washroom located some distance away. I knew that it was then or never. I followed her as the arena rapidly darkened with the place setting of the sun.. She entered the cubicle and closed the door as I slowly walked closer, taking out my trustworthy Taser from my pocket.

After a few minutes, I heard the threshold unlocking. I looked around for a final balk. Fortunately there was no one else around or my plan would have failed at the last minute. My knockout walked towards me, unaware of the portion I had in store for her. I smiled at her and pretended to walk towards the kiosk. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the cover of her neck and squeezed the gun trigger. She gave flabby gasp and her unit body stiffened and gave a few jerks before going hitch and keeling onto my waiting weapon system. I quickly dragged her by her armpits into the wooded area next to the washroom. I then carried her limp torso towards an old abandoned prick shed which I knew was nearby. It was exhilarating to sway her limp and illuminate 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 enter my penis."Soon, my honey, I remembered whispering to her as I quickened my steps.

Once inside the shed, I lay her down gently onto the dust-covered ground. I removed the spectacle to delight the full beauty of her brass. Just then, she gave a soft moan and started moving a picayune. I gave her another surge of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her lovely body twitching with the induced voltage and falling hitch and lifeless again, the lecherousness within me rose to fevered story. But to forbid her from waking again and raising an alarm clock, I decided to end her life history there and then. I wrapped a funnies of leather I took from the farm around her slender neck and pulled the last apart hard, strangling her. Soon, her facial expression turned the attractive shade of blue air I have seen so often on my past dupe. A sudden odour of ammonia water and a little damp at her crotch told me that she has also peed herself. I suddenly felt sorry for her. She has tried so hard to raiment and look demure and ladylike but has now unknowingly embarrassed herself either due to the unconscious fear of dying or as a reflex of being atomic number 8 deprived. Either way, this foretoken of exposure increased my foreplay and I pulled her head towards me and started kissing her passionately as she died.

After 10 minute of arc, which ensured that she was quite beyond resuscitation, I unwrapped the leather strip from her neck, kissing her on her pleasant-tasting lips pushing in her slightly protruding and well up tongue back into her sass with mine. She gave a last sensual sigh as the remaining air escaped from her sass. I held up her soundbox, squeezed and fondled her breasts and licked her face as I pulled down her boilersuit and ripped off her shirt, revealing her shapely, welcoming and open body clad in a black strapless bra and kinky looking panties, now stained with her pee. I quickly undressed, pushed down her step-in and wiped her vagina cleanse and dry with her overalls. I then rammed my rock firmly phallus into her vagina, still wet with her death piss, feeling her hymen tearing with my first thrust. 5 month of suppressed desires broke free as I penetrated her metre and again while stroking her font and sucking her left titty which was exposed after I pulled down one slope of her bra. When I exploded in her, I gave an uncontrolled cry of Adam. Luckily no one else was around. I lay on top of her chilling body for a while, resting as I continued fondling and fingering her lovingly.

A sudden hard on woke me up and I discovered my lifeless mantrap still obediently below me. Her oral fissure remained wide-cut open from all my kissing earlier on and now looked very inviting indeed. I straddled her body, kneeling down over her headspring. My engorged penis, dripping with pre cum hung just above her mouthpiece. I stroked her parted, slightly purplish lips with my phallus and inserted it into her mouth, enjoying the tone of her teeth and tongue. Within moments, she had swallowed a immense load of my cum as I ejaculated. Once Thomas More, I fell down on her in an eat up sleep.

I woke up again a few hours later. It was still dreary outside as I pondered my succeeding step, while enjoying the sight half-naked, very short biddy lying following to me. As I hugged and kissed her increasingly besotted and cold body, I realised that it would be very difficult to get her consistence off the farm so I would deliver to somehow conceal her here. Throwing her into a pool or just leaving her in this hovel was hazardous especially since constabulary would no doubt start looking for her here soon. I then thought of using cementum. Burying her in cementum so her body would not be found and her decomposing redolence would not be detected. I walked to the mental synthesis computer memory edifice of the farm and dragged back a few packs of cement pulverisation. One thing remains to be done before I cement my dead lover forever. Cosmetics of class.

All my other victims have been made up to look beautiful and lifelike before and she will be no exception. However there is a trouble. She has soiled her clothes and they have started to smell. No victim of the Kosmetics killer can be smelly. They should all look 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 dead half bare beaut in the shed.

I returned a few time of day later, finding her lilliputian worse for wear probably due to the dry climate and lack of sun. A couple of flies were buzzing around her eye and mouth and I quickly swatted them off. I have bought a purple baby doll dress with blue leggings. I thought she would look really lovely in those. I removed her bra completely, letting her rightfulness breast pop free people after a night of action. I nibbled on each teat lustily and then stuffed the bra and soiled scanty in my pocket as a souvenir. I slipped the dress over her school principal and pulled up the leging cubbyhole over her sexy ass adjusting them. A consummate fit. She looked much respectable now.

I then moved on to the cosmetics. I took out my good old cosmetics pouch that have not seen use in quite a while but which I still bring around with me just in compositor's case. I applied a thick layer of foundation to hide the choke bluish skin color of her facial expression. I tried covering her throttling patsy but it had turned an ugly dark red and was impossible to hide completely. I kissed her on her eyelid and then applied igniter blue eyeshadow, darkness wild blue yonder mascara and some eyeliner. Some red lipstick and blusher and she looked as good as new. Well almost. Still a bit bluish but it would throw to do. I sprayed some aroma on her neck opening and weaponry to keep her smelling dessert and saucy. I started feeling her up while cradling her in my sleeve and kissing her pilus and cheek. 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 work of digging a ditch into the soft background next to the shed. I then mixed the cement and poured in a bed to cover the story of the ditch. I then carried my dead associate and slowly lowered her face up onto the wet and diffused level of cement. She started sinking in and I helped her disappear by pouring another stratum of wet concrete on top of her cadaver. Soon, only the swell of her breasts were seeable above the cement and I soon had those covered as well. By the time I was done, it was dark again. It had been a truly tiring but satisfactory experience and I look forward to my following victim .