Street whore Chelsea had no idea the dark fantasies I had for her! I had been watching her sexy body go from John to John making money off selling her pussy and ass all night. This Whore had to be an ex-porn star sugar baby with a bad habit. I grabbed her after grinding out my cigarette. She wasn’t surprised. Her voice low and dark she said she knew I had been watching her. “What you want your pussy ate? That be 50 bucks.”
“Really whore? No, Not yet at least. Well, I do have an offer you can not refuse.” I chuckled. She was so fucking stunning a washed out crack hoe who could save her looks if she stopped now but who am I too judge. All I needed was for her to distract some soccer moms for me in the morning and Meet Me back at my lair. I was paying 5k. Sexpot Chelse couldn’t resist even though she knew I was doing far more than taboo role play.
The next morning this whore Chelsea cleaned up well. Her Sunday best and a good story as she feined losing her little boy in the playground. I was off with three beautiful young princesses by the time Chelsea pretended to get a phone call. The men around had their eyes on her, this was bad I had to get rid of this Harlot, people would remember her.
Chelsea was at my door looking scared and needing a fix as She heard the screams of the youngins. She went to dart but I caught her and chloroformed her. When this slut woke up she was naked and spread-eagled. Her cunt was soaking wet as I fist fucked her with my spiked brass knuckles. Her screams were louder than the dead forced fucked brats on the floor. I laid one of the little girls’ dresses on her big fake tits and told her this was all her fault. The bone saw started up and her eyes went blank. I kept druggy Whore Chelsea alive as long as possible to enjoy her death. Join us for more extreme snuff stories tonight. 
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