Killer Phone Sex Fantasies for My High School Bully

killer phone sexWomen have killer phone sex fantasies too. I have long had murderous desires. When I was younger, I was my father’s slave. He pimped me out to his friends. He used me like a dirty street walking whore. I was not his daughter. I was his piece of ass. His cash cow and his get out of jail free card. I tried to go to school for as long as I could to keep up appearances, but I rarely got sleep and sometimes, I was covered in bruises. Some schoolgirls bullied me. I was a pretty girl. This one girl was meaner than Regina George. She made life harder than it already was for me. So, I had murder phone sex fantasies for her. I was really angry at my father, but I could not kill my daddy even though he was never a father to me. I directed all my anger to this mean girl I went to school with. Over the years, I have not thought about her much. I do not live in the same state I grew up in. I dropped out of high school, so I never graduated which means no reunions to attend. Not that I ever would have anyway. I was shocked to see her in the strip club I work at. She had no clue who I was. I am blonde and buxom now. I even have a new name. She was in the club causing a scene because apparently a charge from the club was on her husband’s credit card. I was flooded with hatred again. I called a friend of mine who likes to force fuck married women from the right side of the tracks. I set her up. Followed her as she left, ran her off the road and had my friend meet me where I wrecked her car. Even as I pulled her from her car, she was a cunt and she thought I was just some random good Samaritan. I refreshed her memory as I punched her fake fun bags. I told her I fucked her husband in the VIP room last night. It was not a lie. I just had no clue his bitch wife was my high school enemy. I watched my friend explore his rape phone sex fantasies with the stuck-up cunt. I killed her. I smashed her head with a brick to make it look like she fell out of her car as it went over the side of the road and crushed her skull. Not the first bitch I have killed. But the first one I killed just for me.

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