I was on the prowl; seeking to kill. So I took a flight out of the country and went out drinking. My victim was an older man at the bar who insisted on hooking-up with me. I warned him that I was ‘very kinky’ in the bedroom. I laughed, as he insisted that he could handle and keep up with my ‘unconventional tastes’. On that note, I agreed to get with him, promising to give him a night that he would remember the rest of his life.
I took him to an extravagant hotel, as I do with all of my victims. My purse was packed with everything that I needed to drug and kill this sex-starved man. As he showered, I removed the contents of my purse and hid them under the bed. I changed into a black, tiny leather nightie and high heeled, thigh-high boots. I laid on the bed, waiting.
He eagerly came to me, kissing me, and immediately after-wards, went betwixt my legs and hungrily licked, sucked and kissed my wanton pussy. I enjoyed him for about 5 minutes, before I decided that I had enough. I offered him something to enhance the experience (it would put him in a semi-comatose state, having a numbing/anesthetic effect). After he acknowledged that he was feeling dizzy, I started on him: I passionately kissed his lips, reached under the bed (never parting my lips from his, I grabbed my knife and cut off his cock and balls). He was bleeding profusely, but could not feel the intensity of the pain. He was dizzy, and did not realize that he was laying in his his own blood (I smeared his blood on my hardened nipples and then licked and sucked my fingers clean). To be continued…...
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