YES!!!
Lady Samara!
She’s fucking hot.
Welcome Lady Samara.
It continues on and on as more people join the stream and the world narrows down as the lights stop and the camera remains on the main one. This is the start of something amazing and I can’t wait to see what the future holds.
I slide to the right just slightly and dip a hand into the bucket of fake blood. It’s lube with a nontoxic dye mixed in that is body safe. It makes it safe for all kinds of activities.
I grab my throat with the bloody hand, and it drips all down the front of my body. Leaving trails of blood down my chest as it slides lower. Bloody fingers grip my throat as I look upward at the ceiling cam. I can hear the chat going wild as reply after reply comes through. I don’t think they were expecting this at all.
Not the new persona. Not the blood. Not any of it. It’s the perfect debut.
I release my throat, and then I dip my hand again. This time I step back so that everyone can see me as I sit on the end of the bed and spread my legs wider. I place the red hand on my thigh and the print left behind drips down the side. I do the same to the other thigh.
I lift the dress over my head and off my body as I dip my hand into the bucket. More blood and I’m painting on my body. Covering every inch of skin in the crimson liquid. Finger prints mark me all over as I move.
It’s erotic. Different. Everyone is eating this up. I lean back on the protective sheets and spread my legs wider as I dip my fingers between them. The bloody lube slides easily through me and I enter my pussy in one push.
Fucking myself for them. When in reality, it’s for her. It’s always for her.
The blood is slick and coats every surface it touches. I made it so very close to the real color of blood that it’s easy to imagineit as if it were. My hand that isn’t completely covered finds my breast. Slipping in the fake blood with each move.
I want nothing more than to fuck her right now. To fill her pussy with my cock. To have her call me Daddy. To cover her body in real blood. That’s what I want.
For now, I will just fantasize what I want and give everyone a show they don’t really deserve. I glance at the screen and note the comments flying in rapidly. Tip notifications also come in quickly. They love this new persona and her bold, bloody mess she’s already created.
This world is filled with psychos and I found one among the masses that truly gave in to her urges like I did. I took what I wanted and found it very addicting. She did the same. We are one, her and I. This is for her.
I fuck my pussy as I tug on a nipple. Then I’m grabbing one of the many toys I have spread around the room. I glance down to see it’s a monster cock with a tentacle-like tip and thick veins down its side. It’s thick and perfect for a good stretch.
I dip the cock into the bucket of lube and then lift it over my body so that it drips over my stomach and then into my pussy. I slot it at my entrance and push and pull so slowly as I work it into me. The deeper I go, the more it stretches me. My pussy begging to be filled completely.
I’m cumming before it is even completely inside of me. My body is so ready and worked up from my internal fantasies. Now that I’m sensitive, my body relaxes as I press it deeper into me. Stretching my walls so tightly. The bloody lube is everywhere. The mess is nothing more than a perfect combination with the monster cock that is working its way into me.
I’ve nearly made it to the base of the cock when I pause and circle my clit with two fingers. Making myself relax some more while I push it further into me. I’m taking it all. My pussy wrapped around it tightly. I’m going to cum again. This timewith my pussy pressing into the monster cock as my inner walls pulse around it.
Both pain and pleasure bleed into one as I coat the cock with my release. This is for Scarlett. This is for me. This is for all of my occult loving psychos out there.
It’s been four months since I met Scarlett, and we discovered our love for similar activities. Since then, we have used our time wisely and spent much of it either fucking or killing people then fucking.
We found a rhythm. She gets one, then I do. Each time we use her hotel room and then her cleaners fix our mistakes. They make sure we aren’t caught, and that everything is wiped clean. No camera footage. No fingerprints or evidence left behind. It’s almost like it never happened.
I can’t believe it’s been this long already. Four months with the love of my life. Her psychotic self is nothing short of amazing. She’s perfect. She’s mine.
I walk into the bedroom of the hotel room. We still use it to meet each other even now. Sure, we’ve been to each other’s houses a few times, but there is something about this place that makes it special.
Bending over the chair next to the bed is Scarlett as she lets this man finger her pussy while she straddles his lap. I can see the knife from here behind his back. She’s fucking his hand while she waited on me. The sweet woman took her time just for me.
She glances over her shoulder to find me watching her. My sweatpants hang low on my hips and my crop top barely covers my breasts. She winks at me, then turns back toward the man beneath her. He has no idea what’s coming his way.
I make my way across the room and stop just behind his chair. I reach forward and grip her chin and tilt it up so I can see her face. The man notices and glances up at me with a drugged smile. Another woman to fuck is all he’s thinking, I’m sure.
“Hey, kitten. Having some fun till I got here?”
“Yes, sir,” she practically purrs the words.
