Killer Phone Sex Fun with a Friend

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are my specialty. As a young girl, everyone called me Wednesday Addams because of my morbid fascination with death. Now, I never killed animals like most serial killers. I like animals. It’s people I hate. I am not really a serial killer either. Serial killers murder out of compulsion and they have a type of person they kill, along with a pattern. I kill because I want to, not because I need to. Sometimes I kill for money; other times I kill because the world doesn’t need another asshole or annoying brat. I am more like an angel of death than a serial killer. My killing is compassionate killing for the living. I have this girlfriend who was being harassed and stalked by a total loser. I mean she is a hot model. Statuesque beauty who can have any man she wants. Why would she waste time with a small dick loser? Especially one with no money. I threatened him once. I only give you one warning to back off. The second time we tango, you die. I don’t have the time nor the energy to waste giving warning after warning. Plus, how do I carry any weight if I have no follow through. I want to be taken seriously as a snuff porn queen. Brandon didn’t heed my warning. He also didn’t heed the court’s warning when he walked right through that restraining order. Just like Earle, Brandon had to die. My friend went with me. She was my accomplice and ticket into his gated home. He still lived with mommy and daddy at 35. How pathetic is that? They travel the world, so they were not home. Once we were in, he saw me. Rightfully so, he was scared. He tried to run, but I tossed a bottle at his head and down he went. I wanted to slit his throat immediately, but there is no fun in that. I tied him to his bed spread eagle and naked. Chopped off his balls so I could use them as a ball gag. Aimee did the honors and whacked off his pecker. We let him bleed out slowly and painfully, waited until the shock sunk in, then we sliced an artery and left to have dinner. He had no friends. His parents won’t find him for two weeks. Don’t be a loser or an asshole and you get to live.

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