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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies with Fireworks is How I Say Happy Birthday America

murder phone sex fantasiesAlthough I specialize in murder phone sex fantasies, I’ve killed a few people in my life. Likely a few hundred, but I don’t count. I help men explore the violent fantasies that they cannot share with just anybody. And most men think about killing someone or at least force fucking someone and getting away with it. So, I help them.

In my personal life, I sometimes help men too weak to do it on their own. Perhaps you could call me a killer for hire. But I don’t need an accomplice to kill. In fact, I think I do some of my best murders solo. My creative process works better when I do not experience any extra noise if you know what I mean.

And I decided to get a little creative with death in the month of July. At least for the first part of July, plan to utilize fireworks as my accomplice. You might be amazed at the physical damage fireworks can do when used as torture sex. And I like to put fireworks in a man’s asshole. It does a lot of damage. Even a sparkler hurts. Doesn’t do too much damage, though. However, it works better than a taser for electric shocks where no one wants electric shocks.

Fireworks Work Great for Torture Too

Since I do have a code for killing, I went out Friday night looking for people who fit the code. My code seems lax compared to like Dexter ‘s code or anything like that. But it’s still a code. And I found an obnoxious guy in a bar. That’s easy to do. He treated the bartender poorly. And he treated the woman who he wanted to buy drinks for poorly too. So, in my mind, he made a fitting candidate.

I let him think his obnoxious commands worked for me and I took him home. Drugged him. Stripped him naked. And when he woke up, he discovered 25 sparklers shoved in his ass. And I lit them when he woke up. But I had him strapped down. He couldn’t wiggle his self out of this. The sparklers acted like appetizers. Of course, he screamed bloody murder just from little sparks hitting his ass and the back of his balls.

Like I said appetizer. I found a bigger thicker firework. I think the proper term might be firecracker. And I shove that in his ass and lit it. When that one burnt down and went boom, it charred his ass hair and burned his flesh. Next, I got a rocket knowing it would shoot up into my dungeon ceiling and come back down. Of course, I stood out of its path. But my victim had nowhere to go. And that rocket once it went up, had to come down. Now that left a mess.

A Few Fireworks in a Man’s Asshole is How I Will Celebrate America’s Birthday

His poor asshole started to bleed. The smell of blood and charred flesh and burnt hair turns me on though. His fucking ball hair and ass hair singed. His flesh burned. And I told him I was done with the fireworks. Then I flipped him over and castrated him. He didn’t really fit my code for death. However, he did fit my code for torture. And the torture I love the most is castration phone sex. So, I sliced off his ball sack, but I did cauterize the wound so that wouldn’t be too much blood.

Then I let him go. He lost his balls. I burned the hair off his ass. And I even burned the flesh and made his asshole a little bit bigger so to make sure he wouldn’t be able to pick me up in a lineup. I gave him a shot of something that will pretty much make him an amnesiac. And I dumped his body along the side of a field. He’ll wake up eventually, not know how he got there. But his ass will hurt and he will feel some pains where his balls used to be for quite some time. July hasn’t even started yet. And I’m already off with a boom.

My Son Makes Me the Star of His Snuff Movies

snuff moviesMy son likes to put me in his snuff movies. I’m always his live stream cash cow. And for the most part, I prepare myself for it. I’m just an old whore. Dark tan skin, but you can see my tan lines from the micro bikini I wear. My son likes me to stand in front of him in my panties so he can see the tan lines. I look like an over the hill 80s woman. He calls me his glam bimbo. I walked around in panties and super high heels. Add my long nails, my big hair and my cherry red lipstick, once upon a time I could’ve been an 80s video vixen.

Perhaps in a way I am still a video vixen. My son live streams our sessions. We have an understanding. He gives me the best cocaine around and he gets to film himself beating mommy beautiful. I stayed in front of him showing off my ultra skinny body. Except for the bimbo boobs, I have the body of a young schoolgirl.

Since my cunt lips hung over my panties, it looked like my lips wanted to swallow up my panties. My son pulled on my lips until he could wrap them around the panties. When he came back up, he punched my teeth out. They flew across the room. Next, he dribbled my head like a basketball on the wood floor. Occasionally pulling my head up long enough to skull fuck me.

My Boy Beats Mommy Beautiful

He slammed my skinny cocaine body onto the floor and skull fucked me harder. He placed his knee on my neck, choking me. But he did shove the bowl of cocaine under my face. The coke matted to my face like make up. He called me names and slapped my face with his dick.

I could hear the chimes pouring in. He somehow managed to lock his fingers behind my neck and stand up holding my head down to skull fuck me some more. Then he just lifted me up. But if I weigh 100 pounds, I’d be surprised. It’s amazing how much weight you can lose on a cocaine diet My son pounded my head into the floor so hard I think I might’ve received a brain bleed. Everything got dizzy. The room started spinning, but my son continued to use my head as a battering ram.

My son loves to turn me into his fleshlight. His own personal fuck sleeve. He smashed my face so much into the floor that my face became unrecognizable. But in that awkward position, he contorted me into a sort of a half Nelson wrestling move. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes and ran my head into the wall. I felt like I was in two places at once because I went through the wall and the sheet metal kept me hanging there. My head stuck out the other side of the wall, but my shoulders pressed up against the sheet rock while my belly rested on some of it.

My Son Turns Me Into His Flesh Light and Battering Ram

But my son loves me. He came around the other side, put the bowl of cocaine under my nose and let me get high. He seemed too nice. So, I knew something was up. Then I heard a knock at the door. And I could hear the chatter of many male voices while suspended in air by sheet rock. I heard my boy talk about a gangbang rape porn. But not my mouth, pussy or ass. They planned to gang bang my urethra.

He invited them to fill my bladder up with cum. They ran a train on my pee hole. Men lit me up while they fucked my fourth hole. Punched my back, my kidneys, and the sides of my ribs. And they did that all while they slammed their dicks into my urethra. My son started fucking my face like a cunt. Held my mouth open and shoved his dick in while his buddies tore up my pee hole. The sheet rock held me hostage and suspended me in the air.

But I Know My Son Loves Me, He Never Punches My Sniffer

Once my son finished with my mouth, he let me snort some more coke. And he punched me in the face. But before you say it, I know he loves me. He never breaks my nose. I need my sniffer. I heard tips pouring in as other viewers watched and laughed at the old, battered coke whore. And I might be out of commission for a while with this one. Eventually, my son pulled me out of the sheet rock, but I couldn’t see because my eyes swelled shut. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Plus, I started to bleed.

My boy freed me from the sheet rock, but he wanted to punch me some more. Such a violent streak in him. He bounced my head off the floor again and violently skull fucked me some more. But he always jokes he’s just beating mommy beautiful. So, with a bladder full of cum, a swollen face and a broken body, I snorted as much cocaine as I could to dull the pain. My son made me a pee hole gang bang whore. It will feel like I’m pissing shards of glass for a few weeks, but I know I will heal. But my son’s pink cocaine helps me get over the violent phone sex make-over.

I Might Just Expose Your Taboo Phone Sex Secrets

taboo phone sexPerhaps you could say, I am the keeper of taboo phone sex secrets. Men tell me all sorts of things. On and off the phone. And sometimes I have a way of just getting a man to confess not only his darkest fantasies to me but his darkest actions too, and sometimes I blackmail men. But just rich douche bag types.

I met Eric at a bar. I glammed myself up to look slightly more sophisticated, but still like a blonde bombshell. And I went to this upscale martini bar. Not my usual scene. But I found myself looking for a mark. The upscale bars have the best marks. I targeted Eric because he thought it was OK to explore his rape phone sex fantasies in the VIP lounge with one of my girls. He came into the strip club tossing money around thinking he owned the place. When Sabrina said no, she does not take sex for money, he just threw money at her and took it anyway.

And I fit his type. I planned on setting him up and extorting him for a lot of money. A little for myself but mostly for Sabrina. She’s a college girl I recruited last year. Unlike many girls, including myself, she won’t remain in the sex industry forever. This douche bag owed her some money. So, I came on hard at the bar and I acted drunk. He followed me to the bathroom. I did not ask him to. But I politely excused myself to the bathroom knowing his type. He’ll take anything as a signal that a woman wants to fuck him. Self-entitled douche bag.

Some Men are So Fucking Predictable

And he followed me into the bathroom. But I told him no. Sure I have fucked in a bathroom before. In fact, many times. So, I told him a little white lie when I said I’m not the kind of girl who fucks a random stranger in the bathroom. And right on queue, he pulled out a lot of cash and threw it at me. Then he put his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall. Little did he know I had a camera to record his illegal behavior.

And I put up a fight. Truly, I did not want this douche bag fucking me. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I laughed. Told him he couldn’t force fuck a woman with a clit. So, he punched me in the gut. And tightened his grip around my throat. I can take a beating for a good cause. Honestly, I thought I could fight him off. I’m much stronger than I look, and I was not intoxicated like he thought.

But I couldn’t get away from him and my screams could not be heard over the bar noise. So, he ended up fucking me. But he didn’t do any damage with that tiny dick. He just tossed the money on the floor, called me a whore and left. I cleaned myself up best as I could. I kept his money and went back to where we sat at the bar.

He got a big surprise when I showed him the video of him force fucking me in that bathroom. Then I told him who I was. And that I also possessed footage of him force fucking Sabrina in the VIP club. Dumbass. We place security cameras all over the strip club.

I Take Care of My Girls

And I told him if he did not Venmo me $100,000 within in the next hour to my account everybody will know what he did. Not only will I upload it to the Internet, but I would take it to the police too. I acted perfectly for the cops to believe this was just some random assault. I assured him that the bartender heard me say I’m just going to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back. And I even left my purse because I assumed he would be there watching it.

He called me every name in the book. Initially he refused. But before I left that bar, $100,000 appeared in my account. And I sent $90,000 to Sabrina. He forced her to be a teen rape porn star. She deserved every scent of that. Now she can pay for college. It doesn’t buy back her dignity, but I’m sure it helps. In the meantime, I’m going to keep my eye on Eric. And I’ll get him barred from every strip club in town. I protect my girls from slime like him.

Torture Sex is My Idea of a Romantic Evening

 

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My Master had me ready for torture sex. Spread-eagle and hogtied, my wrists and ankles cinched so tight the hemp rope bit deep into my skin. I was shaking, a desperate, leaking mess, while he called me a useless, hole-hungry slut. I loved every word of it.

Then came the wax. He tilted the candle, letting the searing, molten heat drip slowly onto my swollen nipples. I screamed as the hot wax hardened, trapping the heat against my skin. He didn’t stop there; he poured a thick, boiling stream directly onto my clit and across my soaking wet cunt. The contrast of the burning wax and my pulsing heat was electric, leaving me sobbing and begging for more.

But the real punishment started when he flipped me over. No lube, no warnings—just a thick, punishing cock slamming into my tight ass. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back while he fucked my ass raw. Every thrust was a brutal reminder that I’m nothing but his toy. He hammered into my gut, calling me a filthy little cum-dumpster while I choked on my own moans.

I’m still sore, still smelling like wax and sex, and I can’t wait for him take out his snuff sex fantasies on me again!

Stay deviant.

Sadistic Phone Sex freaks like me wants the most fucked up fantasies!

Sadistic Phone Sex

Sadistic Phone Sex freaks like me want only the hardest and most fucked up fantasies!

Only the real freaks with desires so fucked up you can’t even tell your girlfriend.

She would never be able to handle you as I can.

I want to be your little accomplice, help you pick out the next victim.

Who should we fuck and abuse next, baby?

Pick out whichever worthless whore you want, and I’ll make sure she is your fuck hole tonight.

No one will come looking for her if she goes missing.

Might as well do your dirtiest to her while she’s still alive to scream.

I know the screams are your favorite part, baby.

Tell me how I can be a good little accomplice to help torture this loose slut!

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Castration Phone Sex Neuters Misogynistic Men and Shuts Them Up

castration phone sexCastration phone sex feels like just punishment for so many losers. And a few cocky bastards too. Nothing silences a man faster than losing his balls. Plus, I don’t think anything else corrects a man’s bad behavior faster. And let’s face it, men go unchecked nowadays. But not on my watch.

Some nerdy podcaster, incel type, moved into my city and began spouting off antiquated views of women. He believes women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. He also espouses that “your body, my choice,” bullshit. But he would make the perfect neutering experiment, I thought to myself. I tried to listen to one of his podcasts. But I got through about five minutes and decided this man needed to come down off his high horse. Women don’t owe him anything.

So, I dressed differently to meet him. I knew the Goth look would not be what he wanted. So, I dressed like a prim and proper good church going girl for our date. And it took insurmountable strength not to strangle him at the dinner table. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Torture sex of his genitals would be dessert. I faked commonality with him because he wants a woman who knows her place.

Incel Men Need Neutered

I drugged this drink because I knew it would kick in before we got back to his place. He passed out before he could pour a glass of water for me. But he woke up strapped to his bed naked. And I could smell his fear and see it. His body quivered in fear. I also placed a plastic tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Tiniest little dick I ever saw. So, I told him castrating him would do him a favor because it would at least make his dick look bigger. All potatoes, no meat. No wonder women don’t fuck him and he feels angry.

I put a ball gag in his mouth because I knew this one would scream like a bitch and make a scene. He kept talking about smiling because his home security cameras would catch my face. Dipshit underestimated me. I disarmed his security system remotely before we even returned to his home. A man like him, I knew would have security cameras everywhere but good thing I’m an equally good hacker.

Your Body MY Choice

I didn’t waste any time castrating him like I normally do. But I just couldn’t stand to look at the loser. And don’t get me started on hearing the loser. Luckily, I gagged him, but I could still hear muffled ramblings about bitches. The loser cussed me out muffled. I’d like to say I admired his spunk, but not his junk. How could I admire anything about a fucktard who thinks women owe him and that he doesn’t need consent to my body. Well, his body, my choice. I threw his words back in his face. And used it as justification for slicing his nuts off.

The horror on his face when he realized I held his nuts in my hand, made it all worthwhile. This fucker will still espouse his hated for women and feminism. But I neutered him a bit. At least he’ll never force himself on some woman. This felt like a way too quick mutilation phone sex session. But I needed this loser to just shut the fuck up.

So, I flipped the script on him. Used his own words against him. Took his balls. I can only hope this quiets him down. But I did make sure he knew that I knew where he lived. Plus, I showed him the little video I made while castrating him. And I will make sure it goes viral if he spouts off about women again. And next time I will not just take his balls, I’ll take his life.

Blasphemy Sex Feels So Naughty, But I Can’t Get Enough!

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Last night, I decided to treat my bedroom like a goddamn altar of sin. I knelt on the floor, staring at a crucifix on the wall, and decided the best way to honor the divine was to get my pussy absolutely wrecked. I called over a guy who looks like he’s never seen a gym in his life but has a cock that could split a boulder.

I told him to treat me like the worthless slut I am. He didn’t need telling twice. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and spat right in my face before shoving his thick, throbbing cock down my throat. I gagged and choked, my eyes watering, while he called me a blasphemous whore, telling me that God is watching me swallow every inch of his seed.

Once he tired of my mouth, he flipped me over and slammed his cock into my soaking wet pussy from behind. He hammered away, slapping my ass red, whispering filth about how I’m nothing but a hole for his pleasure. I screamed, not from pain, but because I love being degraded. He finished by painting my back and ass in hot, thick cum, leaving me shivering and ruined on the floor.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Leave Me Black and Blue

rape phone sex fantasiesMost boys have rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers. However, my oldest boy doesn’t just fantasize about me. He acts on it. I am his cash cow. And he’s my coke cow. Our relationship works. He loves that I’m on the cocaine diet. Sharp hip bones that protrude, skinny bird legs, and a flat ass. The only thing big on me are my bimbo boobs and my blowfish lips.

He showed up the other night with a big bag of pink cocaine, ready to fuck me properly and get me high. It’s been a hot minute because he recently went through major back surgery. But he seemed desperate to beat mommy beautiful. He rolled his fist up, and I thought he might punch me in the face, but instead he shoved it up my cunt and turned me into his hand puppet.

While he fisted my pussy, he shoved my head into a big bowl of cocaine. And that’s why I put up with everything he does. The best cocaine ever. So, I never mind being his bimbo fleshlight. When I came up from air, the cocaine matted to my face because of my pancake makeup. However, my boy loves that bimbo look.

My Boy Likes to Punch Mommy Beautiful

When he pulled the fist out of my cunt, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. If I didn’t, he would’ve reached his hand inside my ass and yanked it out. He likes to fuck me from behind because that way he can see my barely their ass, my pelvic bones, my spine, and even my tailbone that protrudes. I look like one of those celebrities who’s overdone the Ozempic. But I don’t take weight loss drugs. I just snort a lot of cocaine.

With my ass prolapsed, I thought my son would fuck my ass. But he shoved his cock down my throat first. However, I knew eventually I would become his ass rape porn star eventually. I always do. While he skull fucked mommy’s cunt face, he punched the side of my face black and blue, including my eyes.

I Turn All Sorts of Shades of Black, Blue and Purple for My Son

Before long, he started fisting my ass, while his cock remained deep down my throat. When he pulled out his cock, he would shove my face into the cocaine. And punch the back of my head while I snorted. I could barely breathe. But he likes to retard mommy. He bounced my head off the floor while punching me in the back. I am my son’s punching bag.

He turned me over on the floor and pushed my tits together, so he could titty fuck me. And without a care in the world, he started punching my tits until they turned black, blue and purple. He wanted my tits to match my face. But eventually he stopped punching me, rolled his cock in the cocaine, and then shoved it down my tightest hole. And no, that’s not my pussy. Nor is it my ass. It’s my pee hole. I’m his bottom bitch mommy whore and he loves to stretch out my urethra.

My Pee Hole is My Tightest Hole

When he fucks my pee hole, it feels like pure torture sex. But rolling his cock in the cocaine seemed like a genius idea. My pee hole went numb and I knew I’d feel it the next day when I went to pee, but I didn’t feel it in the moment. My fourth hole is my tightest hole and often my son‘s favorite hole to destroy.

He folded me like a pretzel and put a bag of cocaine over my head while he fucked my pee hole. I couldn’t see out of my eyes at this point because they swelled shut. And I knew I knew I looked like a few different shades of blue, purple and black. He breaks my body every time. But the cocaine helps me heal after an encounter.

Eventually, he gave me his cock snot down my piss hole. But instead of pulling out when he came in my urethra, he pissed down it. And laughed. The viewers at home loved it because the chimes went off nonstop. Seems like his viewers enjoy watching him fuck his mommy whore as much as he enjoys fucking his mommy whore.

He told me next time he’s going to invite some of the viewers to gang bang my piss hole too. I’m not sure if I will like that. But what I like never matters. I am my son ‘s cock sleeve, his cash cow, and his punching bag. But he loves me.

Snuff Porn Accomplices Bring You Fresh, Young Tight Meat

snuff pornI’ve made my share of snuff porn. As a young teen who ran away from home, I found that the seedy underworld of snuff provided me with the financial support I needed. As a high school dropout my options seemed slim. Sure, I could’ve worked at McDonald’s for minimum wage but could not afford rent. And I wanted to better my life, not continue to live in squalor.

I met a man and he put me in his underground movies. Hardcore bondage and a lot of hardcore anal porn, even simulated snuff. And I met very few gentlemen over the years. Most of the men I met acted like sadists who wanted to make me their teen rape porn star. Now I help with recruiting the new generation of snuff stars. The world seems much different now than it did a little over 25 years ago. Women have more options. They can do only fans, become amateur porn stars or even do phone sex or cam work.

However, you can still find young street urchins without the technology or knowledge or proper identification to get those sorts of jobs. And I know just where to hunt for girls like that. The warehouse district. It’s considered the red-light district in the city. Although part of that area appears revitalized, you can find still plenty of abandoned buildings and dark alleys along the river where bad shit happens.

Men Need Fresh Meat

So, I know where to look to make a girl a much better offer. One of the former directors I worked with as a Lolita star wanted my help finding him a new starlet. He goes through them quickly. Not daily, not weekly, not even monthly, but about every six months, he needs a new star to abuse on film.

 He makes hardcore porn. Extreme bondage and even more extreme ass rape porn. So, I found him a cute little blonde strung out runaway. I smoked weed, but I never did meth or shot myself up with heroin. This girl looked like she took just about every imaginable drug.

But I cleaned her up. And this guy who paid me handsomely for finding him a new star seemed very pleased with my selection. He won’t kill her. However, he might make her wish she was dead. But he can keep her strung out, give her a roof over her head and line her pockets with money.

And in six months or so he’ll call me up after he destroyed her tight holes. Men like that always wants something tight and fresh. They get bored easily. And that bodes well for me. I’m the key. Women like me can gain the trust of a young girl much better than a man can. No doubt this girl will be cursing my name. However, in the long run, she will realize this is a better life than living on the streets.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy of Cora being your Sex Slave!

Kidnapping Phone Sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex fantasies because the neighbors know I’m a hot young girl living alone.

Who wouldn’t want to break in to kidnap a cute little slut and take me home with you?

You could tie me to your bedposts and force me to be your little fuck hole you get to breed every night.

Tell me I’m just a worthless whore that no one is going to look for!

No one will suspect that you chained me to your bed, forcing me to be your little breeding pig for you and all your friends.

Let them come over and watch as they gangbang me.

I’ll be completely at your mercy, getting fucked raw in every hole I have!

I promise to be a good whore for you and take cock no matter what!

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