Peachy Keen Films – Sexual Harassment 2

Peachy Keen Films – Sexual Harassment 2

Categories: Strangle, Death Fetish, Snuff Play, Shooting, Abuse, Rape, Bagging

Description: Starring: London Andrews

Before Chris became the office manager and cold blooded killer seen in “Sexual Harassment I”, he was an admin assistant at a small business in his home town. It was at this job, and the events that follow, that changed the man from kind, person and a lover of life, to a man of no morals–a man waiting for the opportunity to take away life—to crush the spirit. Today, he was called into Mrs. Jones office–she wanted him to make the coffee, and as he was doing this simplest of tasks, she was ogling him—specifically, grabbing his ass and making feel somewhat uncomfortable. You see, he was to be married soon, and though Mrs. Jones was a hot, voluptuous woman, he was a man of good moral standing, or so he thought. As she teased him and coaxed him along, he soon found himself in her arms kissing his boss. In that moment he realized this was wrong and as he pulled away, his grip slipped on her and she fell to the desk, smacking her head. She did not move. He verified she was unconscious and in that moment, crossed the line that seemed to him, and easy one to cross. She had, after all, wanted him to touch her. And so he did. First, exposing her breasts, her huge, ginormious breasts–was that even a word…but it was the only word that could describe them. He sits her up and undoes her bra, then gently lays her back down. For a moment, he just looks, then plundges right into them, experiencing their fullness and taste. He then moves downward and begins to fondle her legs. But then she wakes up, and his thoughts of pounding her with his cock are vanquished when she starts pounding him with her fists. This cannot be–she had wanted him—had led him on.

But now, he had crossed that line, and now, he could not go back or he could lose everything. The shoelace in is pocket was in his hand, he did not even remember why he had it in the first place. Quickly it was up and around her neck, like he had done and planned this before—but he had not. She fought hard and fell down on the desk, kicking, hitting and struggling. Her tongue was lunging out of her mouth in search of air. He pulled tighter, to make sure it was cut off. As they struggled, her head started sliding off the desk and slobber starting sloshing our of her mouth while her tongue continued to lap for breath. She did not weaken, but continued to fight–her forehead tense with the will to live. She was strong, but no match for his momentary drive to murder. Finally, she weakened–spittle still coming out of her mouth–smearing on her cheek and her tongue still sticking out–eyes wide with the realization she was dying. Soon, she slowed and then…still. He removed the shoelace from her neck, the red line of where it dug into her soft skin was clearly visible. He only pauses a moment before doing what she had wanted done all along. He pulled her panties to the side, entered her, and fucked her dead corpse until he was finished. Sweaty, exhausted, he wrote his resignation letter and left it on her cooling corpse. Now, he would go home and make love to his fiancé—but for some strong reason, he has a strong desire to kill her too

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