Category: Bloody phone sex

Cheap Phone Sex with a cheap whore like me is exactly what you need!

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Cheap Phone Sex with a cheap whore like me is exactly what you need!

As a worthless whore, I will do anything for a dollar, anything!

I’m so pathetic, I will sell all my holes for cash.

No matter how much money you have, you can always get access to me.

It is even better if we could trade fucking my pussy raw for some drugs.

That’s the best way, trade a blow job for some crack or meth.

I’ll even let you smoke it while you are balls deep inside me!

You can do your wildest desires with me, take out all your nasty fantasies on me.

I’ll be a good little submissive slut and take the pounding you give me, and I’ll just take it with a smile.

Being a prostitute is my sexy, horny way to get what I want and make men cum at the same time!

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Stephanie the evil phone sex slut

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Who wants to help an evil phone sex slut snuff out her little sister? My step mom pissed me off again so I’m taking it out on her brat. Little sister is a bitch just like her stupid mom so torturing and snuffing her is going to be a dream cum true. I’ve hated these bitches for years and have had plenty of time to plan it all out.

You’re going to sneak in late at night and I’ll take you right into her room. I’ll stuff my panties into her mouth and wrap tape around her head a few times before she has a chance to scream. She’s a tiny bitch so I can easily hold her down while you’re force fucking her bald cunt.

I want to watch your big, grown man cock rip into her itty bitty pussy and make that bitch bleed! Pound your dick in and get as much use as you want from her tight, little holes. When you’re finished blowing your load in her, I’m going to fist fuck her little holes with a knife in my hand. I’ll rip that little bitch to shreds from the inside out and leave her to bleed out on her bedroom floor. We can discuss all the fucked up details on our call. I just want my stepmom traumatized from finding her precious, little girl all cold and stiff.

I’ll skip out and be half way across the country long before she wakes up and finds her brat all mutilated and disfigured. It’s a shame I have to miss her horrified screams when she discovers what I’ve done. She shouldn’t have pissed me off.

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Enjoy

torture sexTorture sex might be the only kind I enjoy. Although I am a far cry from a virgin, I’m hardly a slut either. I’m very picky about my sexual partners. And I do have a lot of rules. Rules that most girls don’t. But men can never follow my rules. Either they don’t believe me or they don’t think I will follow through. But I always follow through.

Obviously, being a Goth girl and a sadistic bitch makes traditional dating sites useless to me. And I never plan to marry or start a family. But I like to fuck every now and then. And sometimes I get tired of sex toys. So, I look for a good match on the Dark Web. There I can find some chat rooms and meet like-minded men.

So, when Dan and I started talking, he seemed like an equally sick pervert. He understood my rules. Or at least he said he did. They never do. But I keep trying because at least I know I will enjoy the snuff sex experience when I kill my mate. Dan lives an hour away. So, we agreed to meet last night. We went to my Goth bar for some drinks and then back to my place to fuck.

I made my rules clear to him. But as soon as the clothes came off, he started doing all the things I told him not to do. He used pet names for me. But I don’t like to be called honey, sweetheart, baby or any of that sentimental crap.

I’m No Black Widow, Men. But I am a Praying Mantis

In fact, when any man calls me that I want to puke. And then I want to start stabbing and slicing his flesh. I also have a very clear no spooning rule. That’s the kind of shit for a girlfriend not a fuck buddy. Especially not a sadistic fuck buddy like me.

So, Dan not only lost his dick and balls, but he also lost his life. I hide a knife under my mattress for such encounters. Some people call me a black widow, but that doesn’t fit. I’m not marrying these guys and killing them for their money. I’m more like a praying mantis who bites the head off her male lovers after copulation. So, while riding his dick, I reached for my knife that I store under the mattress, and I sliced his balls off while his dick remained inside of me.

He bled all over my sheets. But I did not mind. I love blood. I’m a gore whore. So anytime I can enjoy bloody phone sex I go for it. I hopped off his dick when I sliced his balls off because of course, he went limp. Sort of like cutting the head off a snake. Now, of course I could’ve just left him a no ball wonder, but he deserved to die. He didn’t take me seriously. And he didn’t listen to my rules. I don’t take shit from anyone.

He learned the hard way. And he lost his balls and his life for not paying attention. Of course, I never expect them to pay attention because men think with their little heads. But I go along for the ride because it’s just another excuse at justifiable homicide.

Rena Loves Ass Rape Porn And Being Filled By an Ass

Ass Rape Porn is what it felt like we were doing the other night. You grabbed hold of firmly onto both cheeks and spread them wide open revealing the tight rosebud anus hidden within its depths offering itself up willingly for penetration. The scent of fresh blood mixed with fear emanating from beneath filled your nostrils causing your cock to ache.

Oh how it throbbed with anticipation as it slowly made its way towards that dark entrance. That starfish crinkled up like it’s an old granny’s lips talking to you saying “Do it! Fuck your a jiiiiiasThe head of Your cock pressed against those soft folds resisting slightly before slipping through effortlessly into my holy grail – her asshole.

ass rape porn A small gasp escaped from deep within her trapped mouth followed by muffled moans escaping past the gag ball filling it as You began thrusting towards heaven sending earth motion inside her asshole over and over again until she felt completely filled stretched of the monster cock buried deep inside her now-wet fuck hole satisfying every inch of desire within himself while she maintained a pathetic face through it all just to look pretty for him.

Cannibalistic Mutilation Phone Sex Party of The Year

I’m Morticia, and I am a Gothic Sadistic whore. Mutilation Phone sex is really a lot of fun. After all, I like to play with my food first. Then it’s cannibalism pleasures as I indulge in the delicacy of pleasure and bliss, blood and gore galore.
The forest yields such sweet prey tonight. So, I found him camping alone. Stupid man. Beautiful man.
Therefore, I drag him to my cabin by his hair. He whimpers. I laugh. My knife had already opened his cheek. Just a taste. A sample.
Once inside, I strap him spread-eagled to my butcher table. Of course, his chest heaves, and his cock twitches. They always get hard. Fear does that.
“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my blade down his sternum. So, the blade isn’t going deep, not just yet. Moreover, just enough to bead crimson along the trail. “So eager to feed me.”
Then, I slice his nipple first. Of course, he screams. But I pop it in my mouth like a treat. Then I chew slowly while staring into his eyes.

Mutilation Phone Sex Feeding My Cannibalistic Hunger

Meanwhile, my free hand works between my thighs. Ultimately, the blood trail now leads downward. So, I carve spirals into his abdomen. Each cut makes my pussy clench. While each scream makes me wetter.
Soon, I climb onto the table. Just to straddle his face. Ultimately, let him taste me while I work. Next, my knife removes his ear. Then the other. Pretty souvenirs for my collection.
Now, his tongue still works despite everything. So, I grind against his mouth. Cum twice before slicing his throat.
Oh, the warm spray paints my breasts. Therefore, I lick what reaches my lips. Then I begin the real feast.
Now, I take my time with carving him up. Essentially, perfect cuts from his thighs. Oh, how his liver comes out still warm. So, I eat it raw while fingering myself. Mmmm…The copper taste on my tongue pushes me over again.
My basement freezer fills nicely tonight. Enough meat for weeks. Enough blood to bathe in.
I’ll hunt again when the hunger returns.
Mutilation Phone Sex

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.

Blasphemy phone sex with an evil slut

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Blasphemy phone sex is already hot as fuck. When you combine it with the torture and mutilation of innocent, little ones, it’s even better. Daddy Keith is a nasty mother fucker who loves to get just as evil as I do. I’m his slutty accomplice and together we abduct, torture and snuff as many little ones as we can get.

This morning he was craving some extra young and tight holes.

I went downtown and snatched up some of the little neglected brats running around the park unsupervised.  We needed a place to abuse them and luckily for us, there was a church nearby. Being a random week day, there was no one around so we broke in. We dragged those little brats to the nave and made them strip each other’s clothes off.

Daddy Keith told the little ones to get down on their knees like they were about to pray. The younger one opened her mouth to cry or something.  Daddy stuffed his dick in before she could say anything. While that little bitty bitch choked and gagged on his big dick, I started abusing the other one.

I took the crown of thorns off of the crucified saviour hanging on the wall. I slammed it down into her skull. The thorns pierced into her and blood poured down her face.

She cried out for her Mommy but I laughed in her face and told her that no one was coming to save her.  As I continued beating and torturing her, I kept laughing at her and her sister’s pathetic screams. Daddy Keith had already fucked the other little one limp so I let him wash his dick in this one’s mouth while I fist fucked her tiny asshole.

 I’m still soaking my panties thinking about those tiny cries for help and their pleas for their God to come and save them. As always, call me for the hot details!

 

 

Evil phone sex makes Satan and you cock happy

Evil phone sexEvil phone sex grants us the power we need to dominate this pathetic world. The devil’s got a boner for our blasphemous sex, and my pussy is foaming for evil cock! I love to defile sacred spaces with the stench of sex and blood. The more unholy, the better!

Satan will rewards us for the most vicious fucking!

Let’s go to a church, you and I. So we can desecrate a holy space and summon the dark lord himself! We’ll get lost in a sweaty, sinful frenzy, our bodies entwined like snakes in a vile fuck fest.

The air is thick with the musk of our hormonal demons. Our moans echoing off the stained-glass windows shake the whole church, and we know the Master of the unholy will be with us soon.

It’s so hot I can feel the flames of hell at my feet. I’m bent over at the altar of Jesus Christ with your cock in my ass. Our sacrifice, a servant of God, naked and chained to the altar. You thrust harder and harder to reach the most unholy climax.

When you explode inside my evil fuck hole, I’ll take the sacrificial dagger and slice the bitch’s throat. Spilling virgin blood as my cunt cums. Then the gates of hell open up to swallow the dead nun whole. Forever serving as the devil’s whore and now we will become immortal!

You and I are at the peak of our power. Feel Satan course through your veins. Nothing can compare to this. In that moment, we become our own Gods, and we don’t stop our Blasphemy sex!

We keep fucking until there is a sufficient amount of cum in my whore pussy. So we can breed an army of sex hellions for Satan. In his great name, we will populate the Earth with cum crazed demon sluts.

 

Roleplay Phone Sex Leaves Mommy Bruised, Battered and Barely Moving

roleplay phone sexAlthough this submissive mommy enjoys roleplay phone sex, my life seems like a far cry from a fantasy roleplay. My baby boy loves to beat me beautiful for his live streaming audience. Although sometimes we do pretend that I’m more of an 80s mommy with big hair and red lips, the abuse I take feels very real.

But we have an agreement. He beats me beautiful for his live streaming audience, and I remain on the cocaine diet for life. Keeps me skinny. And in the long run, maybe cheaper than any of those weight loss shots. At this point, I’ve got skinny little bird legs, a huge thigh, gap and big bimbo boobs. When he arrived, he immediately pushed my face in the coke bowl. And you know me, I started snorting wildly because I knew the abuse would start soon. I am my boy’s, punching bag, flesh light, cum dumpster, and urinal.

When he pulled my head out of the bowl of cocaine, I looked like a geisha version of Tammy Faye. My face white from the cocaine, but you could still see my pancake makeup coming through. Perhaps to many I looked like a clown. But my son loves my clown makeup. He shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth, and I immediately started to choke and gag. I teetered on my high heels as I squatted in front of him to suck his cock. A few punches to the sides of my face and I fell over.

My Son Punches Me and the Tips Roll In

But my boy yanked me back up and dick slapped me. I saw the bench. It’s the kind of contraption where a son can explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his mother without her putting up much of a fight. Although he does bust my face up, he leaves my nose alone so I can continue to snort.

He put the bowl of cocaine right under the bench so that my head could reach it. I continued to snort from the bowl as he tied me to the bench. He always thinks I’m a contortionist. When he put his fingers up my ass, I knew what would come next. He literally pulled my prolapsed out. He calls it his flesh light.

I heard the dings from the tips roll in. Our fan base loves it when he turns my prolapsed asshole into a fuck tube. He grabbed my hips and began to slam his cock into my prolapsed asshole while he punched the back of my head. He punched my rectum with his cock while punching the back of my head and my kidneys too. And he managed to get a few punches to my ribs, and we both felt them crack. But I take my boy’s abuse. In fact, he always points out that it makes my cunt wet.

My Son Beats Me Beautiful and His Audience Goes Crazy

The more he punched me and the harder he fucked me, the more chimes we heard. Once he stopped fucking my prolapsed asshole he came around and put his cock in my mouth for me to clean. He choked me while his cock slammed in and out of my throat. Plus, he continued to beat me beautiful by punching the sides of my cheeks. Ouch. At least I had a big bowl of cocaine to sniff periodically. My son joked that mommy does not need those bimbo injections because when he punches my face, I balloon up and nobody sees any wrinkles.

I still get duck lips though. My son loves the bimbo look. So, when he punches my face, my lips just swell up more and he jokes that I look like a MAGA influencer. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he punched them out for me. And I watched my teeth fly across the room. My son is a sadistic phone sex fuck. If his cock goes limp, he beats me more. Beating his mommy beautiful works better than Viagra for getting a limp dick hard again.

One of These Days, My Son Might Kill Me

At one point, I passed out from strangulation. And when I woke up, I discovered him pissing down my throat and punching my cheeks at the same time. This felt rough. Although I could snort some of the best cocaine on the planet, it did not dull all my pain. But I told myself to feel lucky. This seemed like a much less violent session with my boy than normal.

At least he didn’t throw me across the room until my skull broke the wall. Silver lining, I guess. But my boy needs to have back surgery and will be out of commission for a while. So, I guess that gives my bones time to heal. However, it scares me too. Because I know once my son recovers, he will light me up like the sky on Fourth of July. And I may not recover from that.

Castration Phone Sex is a Level of Pain Most Men Cannot Comprehend

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. I received the nickname the wicked butcher over a decade ago. Although most men, I castrate for free, some actually pay me. Can you imagine how pathetic a man must be to pay a woman to mutilate his balls. So, I take their money and leave them without their testicles every time. Most men don’t even realize they should not have their balls in the first place.

Sam begged me to take his balls. A young guy too. Usually, the men who want me to castrate them seem much older. Mostly P men who know they will eventually get caught and murdered in prison. But they seem too weak to do it themselves. Sam does not like little girls or little boys. However, he does enjoy pain. He hired me for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

Some rich tech, bro guy. Any he visited me this weekend so I could remove his testicles. But I did more than remove his nut sack. I used a sounding device with icy hot in his urethra which made him scream for mercy before the party started. However, we already agreed ahead of time that no matter how much he paid for mercy I would give him none.

The Pain I Bring is Beyond Most Men’s Comprehension

Just a rich weakling. He thought I might go the chemical castration route. No fun in that. I used a scalpel to remove his testicles. And I removed the skin too. Gave him an extra layer of pain he never experienced before. I take my job as a wicked butcher seriously. And if a man pays me to castrate him or mutilate his junk, I do it in the most painful way imaginable. Be careful what you ask for, men.

For a pain slut, he kept passing out. Between his screams and his tears, I found myself wanting to kill him. And I could’ve. He paid me in advance. I always make them pay upfront because I can’t necessarily get money out of a corpse. So, sometimes I do end up killing these losers. But Sam just wanted to explore his medical fetish phone sex fantasies. I mutilated his junk. And that includes skinning his testicles before removing them. Sometimes men need to be careful about what they asked for. As a wicked butcher, I bring pain beyond most men’s comprehension.