Peachy Keen Films - Strangle The Escort
Categories: Death Fetish, Necro, Brutal Amazons, Fantasy Snuff, Petra
Description: Max has been waiting for the escort for a while now. He was getting impatient when there was a knock. He called for her to come in. He was not expecting this beauty. Missy was absolutely gorgeous. She was definitely not someone he would have ever expected.
She got right to work, introducing herself with a light kiss, then settling the money issues. She was ready to start. He sat back and let her go, she lightly danced, barely touching him---oooh she was a high class tease. This would be a challenge for him--one easily overcome with money.
So, as she danced, he would pay, every frikken time he wanted something different. Boy, she was good. Finally, several hundred dollars later, he had her naked and his fingertip touching her perfect young pussy. But he wanted more. She was an escort and he know want escorts ready did. Money was no option.
So, with a surge of cash in her direction, she was down on his shaft, giving him the best damn blowjob he had in a long, long time.
But then, the problems started that ultimately lead him to his unconscionable reaction. She would not fuck him. She--did not fuck. WHAT? He lunged at her as she put her leather jacket on, getting ready to leave with her easily earned cash. NO WAY. He grabbed her by the neck and flipped her on the couch. Then, getting behind her, he started strangling her with a cord he kept handy. She fought him and at one point, reach up and grabbed his nose, twisting it. FUCK. He let go an fell back against the wall. THAT HURT LIKE A MUTHER.... Then he saw she was crawling away. He was pissed, grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her back. He pulled her unto his web, getting the garrote back around her and really going for it. No wimpy life lesson here, he was going to fucking kill the little bitch!!!
She fought hard, kicking and twisting herself, hitting him, grabbing at the cord. She was no match for his rage. This pent up aggression toward this girl was probably addressing what years of therapy had not even touched. Her body was immaculate and as he murdered this girl, he could not help but look her up and down. He tits were perfect, skin smooth, legs, fantastic. But, more then anything was her face and even more, her eyes, now staring widely at him, her mouth agape as she lost her fight.
She struggled for a long, long time, but she grew weak. Leg kicks became spasms and spasms became twitches. He could see it in her face now, acceptance. She knew, he know--they had a moment. Then, over the next few minutes, she slowed and finally, was dead.
Now, he roughly pushed her off, then rolled her over, getting the cord off her neck. He took her jacket off, and began to explore her with no restrictions. She was fantastic and he was going to enjoy all of her. Lifting her up on the couch, he played with her tight pussy, the fucked her. After a while, he pushed her over and let her head hand off the arm of the couch and did her doggy. Finally, his fucked her while she sat on him. Finished, he let her fall. His cum, oozing out between her legs.
He posed her nicely, then called a friend who would come and help him dispose of her.