The death whore - Domina went through Domena's head when she woke up after a night of partying with a heavy head in her small, minimally furnished apartment. After this greed for blood and money had barely surfaced in the past few weeks, it came over them without warning. The money wasn't really the problem - she had earned enough from her last visits to men with certain inclinations in the current month to cover the monthly costs and to put a nice sum on the high edge. No - it was rather her thirst for blood that made her restless. she asked herself, not the first time. If she was being completely honest with herself - even in her youth, killing living things had given her great satisfaction. Well - they weren't human back then - but animals suffered from their tendencies. Killing people had only become a reality in the last year. After years of watching snuff videos and "devouring" the relevant literature, the desire became too great. A seventy-eight year old customer was executed by her while they were bathing in the tub. His gaze as she cut his throat with his old-fashioned razor and the life flowed out of his body - simply priceless. She had tasted blood then - literally - and this greed never let go of her. And she already had her next victim in her sights. A fifty-year-old man, married (Aurelia) and father of a son (Fabiu) was a frequent customer who used her services - of course only when his wife and son were not in the house. The last time he was there, he had fucked his heart out, given alcohol and drugs in abundance, and had become inattentive. Instead of paying them directly from his wallet as usual, he opened his safe in her presence and she could remember the combination. Domena could take a look inside - various bundles of money and several sealed envelopes were visible. He pulled some bills out of one of the bundles and locked the safe again. He hadn't noticed that the woman had watched him! Your client, Breka, had quite unusual sexual inclinations. Not all found their approval - but the customer pays and what the customer wants is fulfilled. However, she would have no problem killing him and clearing his vault. The money was, so to speak, "the cherry on the top of the cake" which completed the killing. What Breka - as too boisterous as he had been during his last fuck - had not registered - Domena had let go of a duplicate key for the front door! It was already dark when the whore approached Breka's house. A quick look around the house showed only a faint glimmer of light from the family's living room. she thought while she slipped a pair of rubber gloves over her hands and quietly opened the front door with the duplicate key she had stolen and entered the house. She did not turn on the light in the entrance area - after all, she knew her house very well from her multiple visits. She took off her shoes and her coat and put / hung the things on the hallway clothes racks. Bare feet and only dressed in a light summer dress, she crept to the living room from which a light shone through the not completely closed door. As she approached, she heard a slight moan - from Breko? She was glancing through the slightly open door and barely not out of astonishment. Breko knelt naked in front of the large flat screen TV (180 cm diameter) and watches a video - a video that shows him and her fucking. Apparently he has installed a hidden camera in the living room with which he shoots "home videos". His wheezing increases - apparently he's on his way to orgasm by hand. With a quick wave of the hand she strips off her dress. Only wearing a bra, panties and fishnet stockings, she enters the living room carefully and without making any noise. She carefully pulls the old razor out of the inside of her left stocking, which she stole from her first victim, and unfolds it. When her wanking victim is about to cum, she grabs his hair - standing behind him - pulls his head back and pulls the blade through his throat with a malicious smile. His gaze is frightened at first, then twisted in pain. She lets go of her head, he automatically grabs his neck with both hands to stop the flow of blood - in vain. Romena steps around him and presents her almost naked body to her dying victim. His excitement is so strong that immediately afterwards he cums violently and part of his semen lands on her foot or ankle. Then Breko's body tips over and lands on the floor, twitching. As a last greeting from her part, the killer crushes her still living victim's testicles. It's like a compulsion - but the sight of their dead male victims makes them want to jerk off too. Her left hand slides into her panties and the fingers begin to stroke her labia very quickly. And within a very short time a violent twitch flows through her abdomen. After she has savored her orgasm, she takes the key from the dead man's keychain and hangs the mural behind the safe. With the key and the combination, the safe opens almost by itself. The content is very enjoyable. There are several thick wads of money with euro and dollar bills as well as jewelry and three sealed envelopes. Domena has a principle "only cash is real" - so jewelry is not necessary. Jewelry is traceable - money is not. In addition to the wads of money, she also takes the three sealed envelopes. She puts her prey in Breko's shirt, which is carelessly lying next to the couch. The jewelry remains in the safe which she locks again. She hangs the safe key back on Breka's key ring. Her journey continues. With the razor in his hand with Breko's blood still stuck to it. She approaches the couple's bedroom. As she stands in front of the door, she thinks she hears sleeping noises from the room. It goes through her head. But no matter - their raid continues. She enters the room cautiously and sees in the dim light of a single bedside lamp that Aurelia is lying on the double bed with a more or less transparent nightgown and is snoring. Domena climbs carefully onto the bed, positions herself over the body of the sleeping woman, sits on her, takes a pillow and presses it onto her victim's head. Aurelia immediately begins to wake up and fight back. The death whore slowly slits her throat with the razor, Aurelia's blood mixes with the blood of her dead husband, her body twitches and choked sounds can be heard under the pillow. Domena puts the razor next to her on the bed sheet and reaches with the index and middle fingers of her right hand behind her and into the vagina of the dying woman. Her fingers penetrate deeply and stimulate Aurelia's vagina. Perhaps the dying woman will still have an orgasm? The murderer doesn't know - and she doesn't care either. When her victim stops moving, she pulls her fingers out of their cunt and licks both fingers. Cunt juice tastes delicious! Quietly - but with the necessary care - she searches the bedroom. Her search will be rewarded with almost three thousand euros and just under 900 USD. And again the murderer leaves her hands off the jewelry. If the mother is in the house, it is to be feared that Fabiu, the son, will also be in the house. Since she has fucked with Breko in almost every room in the house, she also knows where the son of the now dead couple has his room. She wraps her prey from the bedroom in a nightgown which she has taken from the bedroom closet. Just like the prey from the living room, it initially remains at the place of killing. It's only a few meters to Fabiu's room. The door to his room is half open, a faint glow of light penetrates the hallway and there are faint noises to be heard. Noises that seem very familiar to her from the living room. She puts the bloody razor, her panties, her brassiere and her rubber gloves which she strips off next to the door frame and looks carefully into the sons room. Fabiu lies naked - with his back to the door - on the bed and watches his now dead father's self-made home porn with her. Domena clears her throat softly, Fabiu turns around with a frightened face. She can tell that he's aroused - and the sight of her makes his cock even harder and bigger. The murderess holds the index finger of her right hand to her lips to signal that he should be quiet. His face is flushing and his breathing is difficult. "Hello Fabiu, do you like what you see there on the screen?" She whispers in a seductive voice "your father thinks that you are old enough to finally lose your virginity". His member twitches excitedly - he never expected that. "Don't worry, your parents are sound asleep", she lies to him and approaches his bed "you're still a virgin, aren't you?". The boy nods excitedly "if it doesn't count that I've been licking my mother's vagina for three years and jerking it off - then I'm still a virgin," he gasps. Actually, the whore thought that nothing could surprise her - but this statement leaves her breathless. This son has been licking his own mother since he was 16 years old? What kind of family is that? "Did your mother perform any sexual acts on you? You blown one, jerked off or inserted your member into her vagina? "She asks, amazed - which you can hear in her voice. "No, of course not," replies Fabiu angrily, "my mother is not a pervert. She just let me lick her vagina, otherwise there was nothing! ". it goes through her head. "If you've been licking your mother for three years, you must already have a lot of experience," she replies to him and sits down next to him on the bed and opens her legs "then kneel down in front of me and lick me - and keep your hand off yours Tail - with me is not waxed! ". Fabiu kneels in front of his murderess with a red head and sinks his head between her legs. Domena hits him lightly on the back of the head with her hand because she notices that his right hand is sliding in the direction of his tail "again - I won't wax" she hisses "otherwise this will be over very quickly!". He doesn't suspect that she will kill him immediately! His right hand lies on the bedspread in a flash, his tongue feels her hairy pubic area and begins the journey of discovery. At first slowly, then faster and faster, it slides over the woman's labia before he penetrates her vagina with his tongue. He licks, kisses and sucks with a vehemence and passion as if his life depended on it. It doesn't take long before the death whore realizes that waves of pleasure build up in her abdomen. it goes through her head. Then - without any further warning - she comes to orgasm. A soft cry of pleasure escapes her - her young victim looks up smugly. "Did you like it?" He grins. Domena smiles back underhandedly and nods "let's see if you can do just as well with your penis". Fabiu gasps in excitement. He lies down on his back on the bed. Domena kneels down next to him and caresses his body with her hands, starting with his feet and then slowly moving up over the lower legs. His tail twitches wildly. When she has nourished his pubic area, she puts her hands on his head and lets them wander slowly down. The young man can no longer curb his lust and grabs her breasts with one hand, his other hand slides to her labia. Fabiu is live - under high voltage! The middle finger and index finger of his right hand penetrate the woman's vagina and quickly begin to slide back and forth. Since he has not cut his fingernails in a long time, his fingers cause pain to Domena and she moans. Her young victim misinterprets these sounds of pain and speeds up his movements. The killer grabs his testicles and squeezes. A cry of pain on his part and a simultaneous violent ejaculation are the reaction. His fingers slide out of her vagina. The killer loses the last bit of self-control and puts both hands around the boy's neck. She closes his throat with merciless violence - Fabiu can no longer breathe. He tries in vain to loosen the woman's grip on his neck. His body twitches, his face turns blue and his gaze begs for mercy - a mercy that Domena does not show! His defensive movements become less and less, then one last riot and his eyes break. Nevertheless, his murderess continues to hold her hands tightly around his neck - until she gets a cramp in her hands, lets go and collapses next to the dead body. After a short recovery period, she gets up, goes to the door, puts on panties, bra and rubber gloves and begins to search her victim's room for cash. Here, too, you will find it - albeit not to the same extent as in the living room and bedroom. But there are at least another four hundred euros in booty. A small backpack which lies in a corner of the room is used to hold the money. She also collects the loot from the bedroom and living room including the three sealed envelopes in her backpack on her way back. After she has put on her dress, her shoes and her coat, she takes one last look through the ground floor of the house. Then she leaves the house and locks the front door with her stolen key. The way home is on foot and by metro. Once at home, Dominatrix suddenly feels deeply tired. The rucksack with her loot is stowed in the closet in the bedroom. She can count the money and check the contents of the envelopes tomorrow too. How it will turn out the next day will be a good decision. If she had looked at the pictures in the envelopes in the evening, she would certainly not have slept!