This is a story based on a real life event. I am sure you will be able to figure it out. This one is for you my Dearest PinkyJ. *blows you a kiss*
For years her Mother had been making her look like a perfect piece of fuck meat. That’s how Pageant Moms are. They always want their Daughters to look perfect, unmarred, and like the motherfucking girls that end up dead. Now these Mothers only see the fame, crowns, money and glory. They don’t understand what type of danger they are putting these precious little things in. Why? Because they are greedy cunts, that’s why.
One such girl belonged to the Mother mentioned in the first line. Pretty little thing. Blue eyes, blond hair, stripper name, and one of the most perfect mouths you would ever lay your eyes upon. You and I would sit in those audiences, watching, waiting for our moment. We spent months following them to Pageant after stupid Pageant. One by one they were lead up on the stage in those little outfits, it was a P-Cock’s dream land!
The night before Christmas we sat outside their huge house. You were so excited. Your eyes were so bright, your smile was beaming and your cock was ready to have some fun. After the Bitch Mom and stupid Father went to bed drunk we moved in. I waited in the basement and you brought down the sleeping beauty. What everyone didn’t know is that sometimes Mommy would give this little Princess something special to make her sleep.
You laid her down on the basement floor and we stood there for a few moments just taking in the way this little Angel looked. Without all that whore makeup on she looked so much younger, sweeter, almost ethereal. You look at me and I nod my head, you get undressed, and I undress her. Her small body was so smooth, untouched, unmarred in anyway, there was a glow about her. I looked up at you and your cock was rock hard.
I stood up and gave you a kiss for luck. You hovered over her as I stood by the bottom of the steps in case we needed to haul ass out of there quickly. I saw you brush a few wisps of hair from her neck before you ran your finger tenderly down her body. It was sweet in a twisted way. You reached over her head and grabbed the extension cord that was laying there, wrapping each end around your hand. You looked at me, I took one more look up the stairs then came over to you.
I got down on the floor to put her head in my lap. We made eye contact, then, I smacked her hard. She immediately woke up, I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. She was very disoriented, she tried to get up but you quickly pulled the cord over her head to the back of her neck as I clamped my hand down hard on that esquiste mouth of hers. You started to pull on the cord, she couldn’t scream anymore. I scrambled to you, taking your cock in my hand while lifting her legs. I spit a few times on that little slit as I started to feed your cock inside of her.
She was a fighter, such a fighter but she didn’t win did she? No, she did not. There was a lot of blood between those little legs which lubricated your cock so that you had a little bit of an easier time before you shoved it deeply into her ass. You tightened the cord, her tongue started to protrude, her eyes bugging out a little bit, she was trying so hard to breath as you tore her open as you fucked her. Finally it was done.
I kissed you deeply one more time, then we left, making sure we left nothing behind. I used some bleach that was in the room on that pussy, face, and ass. No DNA. When we got back to the car I told you Merry Christmas and we drove off.
