I was turned last night. Last night was a night that I’ll live eons and remember. I am a different kind of woman now I am a better version of myself in every single way. I live in a town where there is a rumor going around about a particular wealthy dark, handsome stranger. He has a cold demeanor, to say the least. The man’s name is Mr. Finkel, and the rumor is that he is a vampire. I hardly ever see him out, especially in the daytime I’ve only really seen him out at night. I thought the townspeople we’re acting like stupid Dark Ages imbeciles. I’m not frightened of dark, handsome strangers with loads of money. Mr. Finkel lives in a mansion right on a property that overlooks the town. I think everyone is jealous or at least that’s what I thought anyway. The townspeople decided that I should go and find out if Mr. Finkel was, in fact, a vampire because I wasn’t afraid. Everyone got together for a meeting and told me that I have to be the one I didn’t think about it before, but now I know it was because I’m also the town cum-dumpster whore. All of the women hated me because I fucked all of their husbands. I feel like if their husbands and boyfriends love them, they would have been able to resist my sexual charm, but they weren’t able to resist, so did they love them?
I have slept with over half of the townsmen single married and a few gay guys too. What can I say I love sucking cock. I love wrapping my lips around a big fat hard cock rod. I love getting my asshole fucked, and I love being treated like a slut. Those women we’re more than happy for me to go up there in that big ass Mansion because they thought that I would get killed and they thought that the vampire would devour me and I would be out of their hair. I went up to Mr. Finkle’s mansion. Mr. Finkel had this gnarly doorman that looked like something out of a scary movie, but I didn’t care he probably had a huge dick. I told Mr. Finkel that the town wanted me to come up to his beautiful home and see if he were interested and coming out and assembling with the people he looked at me and smiled with that charming smile it was gorgeous and his eyes were spellbinding. Mr. Finkel said that he really didn’t like going out and assembling with anyone because he has critical work in his colossal abode. Mr. Finkel walk behind me ran his hand across my back, and then he turned me around he looked in my eyes, and he captured me. I was a submissive slave in the moment I couldn’t move my body was in a trance as well as my mind. Mr. Finkel ran his hands up to my breast; he squeezed my nipple. I let him do whatever he wanted. I was captured my pussy was soaking wet my body was ready to allow this creature to do whatever he wanted. He whispered in my ear the townspeople are correct I am a vampire and I’m going to turn you. I guess I would have screamed if I was in a reasonable understanding, but there was no reason to this insanity it was beyond reason. Mr. Finkel tore my shirt off seem like with his finger he took my bra and cut it with his long sharp fingernail. He smiled at me, and I saw his fangs, but I wasn’t afraid I couldn’t be I was in a trance. Last night I was fucked by a vampire, and it was the best sex ever. Now I’m a vampire too, and I hunger for sex even more than I did before. I hunger for cock my Hunger so deeply I want to suck balls, and I want to dig my tongue inside of an innocent virgin pussy and make it squirt everywhere. I want to suck the juices of come from a big hard cock, and all of that is because of Mr. Finkel and what he’s giving me.
He had an unusual snuff porn request for me. He wanted me to help kidnap his mother. I don’t get too many gigs to kill mothers; well not mothers in their 60s. I didn’t ask questions because he paid me. All I cared about was the money. It became clear he had some deep seeded resentment for his mother. He wanted the most violent torture I could imagine. He had no idea who he had hired. I am so violent I make Jigsaw look like an amateur. I kidnapped his mother while she was sleeping. Old bitch didn’t even have any teeth. He really had mother issues. Again, I didn’t feel sympathy for the old bitch. I knocked her out, so I could get her in my trunk easily. Truth. She was lighter than a sack of potatoes. She woke up tied to a table with a scared look on her face. I started carving her flesh off her body. I was like a hungry cannibal. I carved her flesh off her body like she was a turkey. Her screams were deafening, but they couldn’t be heard deep in the woods. I took my time with the torture. I wanted her to feel the pain. Well, her son did. Right before she took her last breath, I showed her a picture of her son so she knew who wanted her dead. She had her son to thank for starring in my snuff sex film.
