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Ball Busting Evil Phone Sex

You see me at the bar looking hot as fuck and you have to buy me a drink. This is only the beginning of your biggest nightmare of evil phone sex fun. I flirt with you, even though you are the most annoying little twerp that surely has a little dick. I let you buy my time with more drinks and your offer to do some bumps. I won’t turn down free drugs and booze. I especially won’t when they are coming from my next victim. I let you think I’m interested. I even let you take me home. You really think your about to get lucky as I kiss you and let you grope at me. You see, I love it best when my victim is excited. I find it way more satisfying to dig my nails into some nice full balls. I just kiss you harder and bite your tongue as you try proclaiming or pull away from me. My knife blade caresses your ballsack flesh and slides up the shaft. Filet my balls is what I call your feeding me drinks and cocaine. It’s a mating ritual made for ass rape porn. As you struggle with your bleeding dick and balls, I am preparing the finale. The video rolls as I’m exposing your ass and on the screen I force you to look at I am behind you about to make you my bitch.

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Snuff Sex Makes America Great Again

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only kind of sex I have nowadays. I find even less use for men, people in general with this fucking plague. People are idiots. Men bitching about a haircut, talking about all lives matter, bitching about wearing a mask and complaining about food name changes and statutes being removed and no more rebel flag at Nascar events. I mean why the fuck do they care? Half these idiots are fat old white guys who do not live in the deep south and could not even tell you who the fucking statute is and what that person contributed to history. To me, no white male lives matter at all. All I must do is go on social media and find a jackass with a death wish. I found Bubba. No shit his name was Bubba. He lives a few counties over in a trail park. Poster boy for birth control. Missing some teeth. Big old beer gut yet he had some stupid memes fat shaming chicks on his wall. There was a picture with him in a Confederate flag shirt next to his Ford truck with big old truck balls. He was wearing his Making America Great Again red ball cap and drinking a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer I heard banjo music just looking at him. No way Bubba represents anything great about this country. I decided he needed something more than castration phone sex. I cat fished him. Had him meet me in a no tell motel for a kinky tryst. Like he could get a girl like me, let alone the girl in the picture I cat fished him with. Bubba was so dumb he just thought he was getting two chicks. I drugged him and he hit the floor with a big thud. Bubba lost his balls and his dick. I went Lorena Bobbitt on Bubba because all lives do not matter. And there does not need to be more Bubbas in the world. He screamed bloody murder. I shoved his dick and his balls in his mouth. And I put his Make America Great Again hat over his mutilated sex organs. Normally, I never call 911, but I wanted Bubba to live. I wanted him to know there is a cost to his free speech and sexism. Fat fuck will hopefully learn a lesson. Just for shits and giggles, I carved Black Lives Matter and Trans Rights on his chest. I know that will just annoy the shit out of him.


Exploding Balls For Daddy

Accomplice phone sex is best with daddy. He loved when an ex boyfriend of mine was coming around. He knew I had big plans for that ass jack and he wanted in on it. He would ejaculate and save it for me. I would feed it to the ex without his realizing he was eating another mans cum. It’s only the start. This dipshit little weaselly fuck bought me shit, paid for a boob job and for my car. He came around thinking i wanted his stale ass back. I played him. Daddy wanted to experiment with him. He wanted me to burst his balls and explode his asshole. Daddy is like a teen boy sometimes wanting to play with firecrackers and wanted to see how an anus explodes. We had butt flesh all over the little torture rooms walls. I took a set of vice scripts to his balls after getting his penis hard. I snipped off the tip and that brought on a blood fountain. I followed with a nice hard squeezing of those balls and finished with the finale. Daddy waned to use firecrackers but I wanted the M80’s those little bitches may have matched his cock size but the M80’s are more suitable for the jackass that he is. We had that ass exploded all over. Of course I lit the fuse and we stood outside the door watching. It was a ballistic! Daddy liked to ejaculate all over these tits while Mr. Ass jack was still conscious. I have fun with my daddy, and was so happy he came back into town.

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Faith’s Cannibalism Phone Sex

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When he told me that I looked good enough to eat, there was no way that I could have been prepared for what he really meant. He told me that he was a Dominant man with a very particular fantasy in mind. I’m a no limits kind of a fuck slut, what could he want that I’m not ready for, right? His voice lowered to a near growl, and his heated breath beat the words into my ear. ” I told you, you look good enough to eat.” My legs went limp, and I fell into his embrace while I scrambled to gain a hold with something around me.
My pussy would always quiver when I had cannibalism phone sex. This was taking place, though. My heart thundered in my chest while the knife shredded my dress like it was made of paper. The cannibal marched me into his kill room and pressed the blade into my fragile neck before dragging it across in one swift motion, bleeding me like a pig. As each drop hit the drain, he told me how he’s feast on me for days, and then the lights faded, and I just melted into death’s arms.


Why I Prefer Knife Play Phone Sex

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Knife play phone sex is near and dear to me. I am a cutter. I do not cut myself. I cut others, maybe even you. I love the sight of blood. I like the sound of skin tearing. I like cries, whimpers, and screams. Sure, I could shoot some one dead but no fun in that for me. One bullet and a thud. It is over quickly. A knife, however, can inflict pain for hours. A knife can do a lot more than a gun. It can castrate a tiny dicked tool. It can stab the cunt of a trailer trash whore. It can dismember body parts. It can skin the flesh off a person. I can gut a little whore like a pig. I can disfigure a vain cunt.  A knife is perfect for torture sex. A gun is what a hothead uses. I do not partake in crimes of passion or anger. I do not just stab a person. I plan it out. That is how I have never been detected. I plot. I hunt. I observe the patterns of my prey. No rush in killing either. I take my time, so my victim feels the pain and feels the impending death. That is what gets my cunt wet. I am a hunter. I get off on stalking and planning some little slut’s death or even some grown ass prick’s death. You can have your guns. I will keep sharpening my knives and planning my crimes. Care to join me?


Castration Phone Sex: Don’t Fuck with the Wrong Bitch

castration phone sexCastration phone sex desires are stronger in me the longer I am being told to shelter in place. I am a gypsy. I am used to being out hunting for a fix. A fix for me is killing someone. I have always practiced social distancing expect maybe when I am plunging a knife into someone or I am taking off a pair of worthless nuts. Last night, I wore my skeleton face mask to castrate a complete loser. He is an Internet stalker. Been harassing me for months. I had computer issues awhile back. When you look at as much snuff porn as I do, you pick up viruses. This Geek Squad loser had access to my computer to fix it and he ended up stalking me. Lucky me, he likes Goth girls who hate everyone. I tried everything to get him out of my computer, but he was holding me virtually hostage. I agreed to meet with him. He fucked with the wrong bitch. He needed neutered. The virus worked in my favor because we cannot meet in bars and restaurants. He was going to cook us a romantic meal. Barf. I played the part, but I spiked his beer. Until he was incapacitated, it was hard to hide my bitch face and act like I was into this loser. Once he was out, I stripped him naked and tied him up, so he could not escape. Too bad he was a creepy as fuck stalker and an internet hostage taker, he had a decent sized cock. But no way I was fucking a man who thought he could force me into dating him. That is a Life Time Movie in the making and I am NOT the Lifetime Movie type. When he woke up, he was shocked to see me in control. I let him know this was his fault. His actions alone led to his castration. I cut his balls right off with one swipe of the rusty serrated blade. He screamed like a bitch. I picked his balls up off the floor and shoved them in his mouth. I was laughing loudly. I left him to bleed all over the floor. If he survives, he will have learned to fuck with me and he will never orgasm again.


Can You Survive Castration Phone Sex?

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You’re a Masochist coming to this castration phone sex Seducer. Your dick is in my hands and I have the sharpest big Butcher knife at the tip of your penis. I smile and tell you that I want the thinnest cuts of Carpaccio! A thin raw Italian meat. Your dick is big enough to make me a delightful breakfast! Slice by slice the pain sears through you. You rattle your shackles and scream. No one can hear you bitch! Your cock is going to be tortured and sliced paper-thin for hours. The blood doesn’t bother me as I tie a big thick rubber band around the base and clip your balls off with garden shears. This isn’t just castration, its penis mutilation, and cock cutting! Near the base, you keep passing out. And you awake to the soldering iron as I finish you up. I left you alive with a pee tube. You are a mutant and will never get hard again. But you will be a nice hole for these huge cocks I have coming in so they can prolapse your ass! My work is never done as I drizzle olive oil on your slices of cock and gulp them down!


I Get Off Being Daddy’s Accomplice

Accomplice Phone Sex SierraAnother of Daddy’s customers has been refusing to pay and daddy has sat back and watched as he is living the good life. Partying it up with lots of strippers and lots of drugs. Daddy will ask a few times and then send a goon to try to convince him, but nothing seems to sway this dude to pay up. So, when daddy is at the end he always sends in his tried and true, me. Very few men can resist me, and daddy was really pissed. The guy has a young son who frequents an after hours off the book’s kind of party, so I got all dressed up in my slutty best and went. I spotted the guy, all coked up and drunk as hell. I started making my move and soon I was driving him back to our place. We went in and started fooling around. I let him suck on my big tits and lick my juicy wet pussy. Then I got on my knees and started blowing the guy. I actually gave him quite an impressive blow job. I licked his balls, putting his sack into my mouth and playing with them with my tongue. Then I licked his hard cock, gently from the base to the head. When I tasted that pre-cum, I took him in deeper and he grabbed my head and started throat fucking me. Just as he was starting to cum daddy came from behind grabbed him and cut that dick off. He was in midstream and his cum landed all over my face. He screamed and blood flowed. Daddy handed him a cloth and some ice and his dick and told him to tell his daddy to pay up or next he would be sending his wives pussy back to him. He left and me and daddy were so turned on that he grabbed me and threw me down on the puddle of blood and fucked me so hard. It was one of the best orgasms I have had in a while. I kind of hope he does not pay. I would enjoy cutting off her pussy.


Queen Of The Damned

Evil phone sex I remember my ex was very dark and sadistic. I had to get a restraining order on him after he broke into my house several times. I relocated hoping he wouldn’t find me again. I heard on the news that they were finding animal’s in the forest disemboweled like they were used in satanic ritual. It wouldn’t have bothered me but it was in the forest close to my house. A young girl had gone missing. Something told me that it must be the cult my ex belonged to. He was trying to make a human sacrifice. I realized this was what he had wanted to do to me. I had to act before it was to late I could take the captives place. At night when the moon was full I went to the woods with a flashlight. I found A trail with lots off foot prints. I could hear chanting deep in the woods. I ran deeper into the darkness. I found many hooded figures surrounding a naked girl. She was tied up. And laying over a huge stone. I shone my light right on her. Everyone turned to me. The leader proclaimed. Now we shall sacrifice the virgin to the devil. Her soul shall become eternal. The queen of the damned. I interrupted the chanting. Take me instead! I pleaded. They all drew their knives and viciously attacked me.


Torture Phone Sex is Therapeutic

torture phone sexWe could all use a little torture phone sex right now. Inflicting pain is therapeutic. Let us hunt for a victim that we can work our anger issues out on together. The world is full of useless cunts and pricks. Hell, you may be one of them. I met this guy at the grocery store. Meet is too strong of a word. He was all up in my personal space with no mask. He tried to hit on me. Got right up in my face like there is no pandemic and gave me a lame come on. I told him to back off and tried to kiss me. The mother fucker tried to kiss me. For a quick moment, I thought about gutting him like a pig in aisle 7. I wanted this mother fucker dead. Natural selection would kill him sooner or later, but I wanted to speed up the process. I followed him out to the parking lot and gave him my address. The look on his face was priceless. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth girl. Nope. He was getting sliced and diced. He was getting torture sex. I drugged his whisky and while he was passed out, I dragged his body onto a sheet of plastic. I did not want his blood on my floors. Normally, I kill and maim in my cabin in the woods, but these are not normal times. I was impulsive, which I never am, but this asshole needed taught a lesson. I did not kill him. I castrated him. I took his nuts. I used a rusty blade and I waited before I cauterized the wound. He bled like a stuck pig. He was awake for it thankfully. I like to torture when my victim can feel it. I am a sick bitch. I had him tied down, so he would not escape. I neutered the bastard. Just like I will neuter you if you come at me like a dog in heat. Castration phone sex is my favorite hobby.

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