I don't blame men for wanting to fuck me. I'm young, tight, firm and the kind of girl they fantasize about. If I were a guy I'd want to stick my cock in this sexy body too. The guys I don't like are the creepy old ones who are constantly proposition me to do perverted things for money. It happens often, when I'm out at the mall, grocery shopping, almost everywhere. I guess I have the look of a very sexual girl. And like I said, if they were just asking to do me I'd probably be flattered. Who knows, maybe I'd even take the occasional one up on the offer? But these creeps always seem to want som...

I don't blame men for wanting to fuck me. I'm young, tight, firm and the kind of girl they fantasize about. If I were a guy I'd want to stick my cock in this sexy body too. The guys I don't like are the creepy old ones who are constantly proposition me to do perverted things for money. It happens often, when I'm out at the mall, grocery shopping, almost everywhere. I guess I have the look of a very sexual girl. And like I said, if they were just asking to do me I'd probably be flattered. Who knows, maybe I'd even take the occasional one up on the offer? But these creeps always seem to want something else. Something weird. For years now I've been saying that if I had a nickle for every pervert who saw me in pair of sexy heels and offered to pay me to step on his junk I'd be rich. It got to be so annoying that one day I said yes. I invited the loser back to my place, made him strip down and then I shrunk his no good ass and stomped him into oblivion. I liked it...a lot. I started saying yes more and more. Soon I was destroying 3-4 shrunken men a week. I would step on them, sit on them, eat them...I just couldn't get enough. Sometimes after I'd shrink them I'd make them do things to me, to my pussy, my ass, my feet. It was extremely satisfying. I felt like a black widow spider and these men were just flies caught in my beautifully spun web. I know that I will never be able to stop. I have a real taste for it now. And I'm getting better at it. Now I not only cast my web out in public but also online. The swarms of dirty old men out there willing to meet secretly and pay large sums of money to to get them off is virtually endless. I'm getting quite wealthy. I had to invest in a safe for all of the money my victims have left behind. The bodies are easy to dispose of. thankfully men don't tell anyone when they're out buying sex from, so nobody ever knows they were here. The degenerate I have coming over today wants me to dress up in fighter training gear and beat him. I'm actually looking forward to this one. I'm going to get him on the ground and wrap these nice strong legs around him. Then I'm going to pound on him for a bit. The thought of it is kind of making me wet actually. After I've had my fun and I'm nice and turned on I'm going to shrink him. By the time I'm finished he's going to be just a tiny little finger sized pervert wedged perfectly under my crotch. I cant wait for him to feel my entire body weight crushing down on him. I'll feel him struggle against my pussy, desperate to breath, fighting for his life. He wanted a sexy young thing to hurt him...he'll get his wish...I'll hurt him until his bones shatter, his lungs collapse and his eyes burst out of their sockets. And the best thing of all, he's paying me for it.