Category: Evil phone sex

Snuff Sex is all That Satisfies My Hungry Holes!

 

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I’m hanging upside down in the steel frame, legs forced into a brutal V by the spreader bar locked to the ceiling. My arms are wrenched behind my back in leather cuffs, a thick anal hook buried deep in my asshole and chained to my collar so every twitch pulls it harder. My cunt and stretched shithole are pointed straight at the door, dripping and exposed for anyone who walks in.

Master circles me, boots echoing. “Look at this pathetic fuckpig. Spread wide like the worthless set of holes you were born to be.”

He slaps my swollen pussy hard. The sting shoots through me and I whimper.

“Women don’t get to say no. Your only purpose is to take cock, to be used, to be filled until cum leaks out of every hole. That’s what you’re for.”

He shoves two fingers into my cunt, then three, twisting roughly while the hook tugs my ass open. I moan like the desperate slut I am.

“Say it.”

“My purpose… is to be a fucktoy for men,” I choke out, voice shaking.

He laughs and drives his thick cock straight into my cunt while the hook stays buried in my ass. Every thrust rocks the frame and yanks the hook deeper. Pain and shame flood me as he uses me like an object.

“Take it, whore. This is what you were made for.”

I hang there, cunt and ass stuffed, drooling, completely at his mercy, exactly where I belong.

Blasphemy Sex Makes My Cunt Wet

blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex makes my cunt wet. But I’m not religious at all. I don’t believe in God, and I don’t believe in the church. The funny thing is people ask me if I’m a Satanist all the time. But to believe in the devil you must believe in God because they’re opposites on the same spectrum. I can’t believe in one and not the other. So, I don’t believe in either. However, I do find it entertaining to desecrate a church. And kill some ultra-religious tradwife type.

That’s what I did this weekend. I found this trad wife influencer and did a little digging. I can find anybody’s IP address easily. That lets me find out all sorts of things. And I found out all sorts of things about her. Things completely against everything she preaches.

But I had no desire to expose her to her lemmings. I just wanted to kill her for her hypocrisy. Preaching to women that they need to be dependent on their husbands financially while she’s making over 1 million a year in endorsements and shit. Now I find her followers stupid as fuck if they can’t put two and two together. But if you cut the head off the snake, the rest die.

I Hate a Hypocritical Religious Cunt, So I Killed Them

I wanted to make a religious snuff porn with her. A so-called good Catholic wife. Now a dead Catholic wife. My little film turned out brutal and bloody, of course. I nailed her naked body to the cross above the baptismal tub in the main church area. And I did this for a reason. When I plunged my knife into her soft belly, I cut up towards her sternum. And I filled that tub with her blood and guts.

Before I gutted her, I let her know her sins. I called her out as a hypocrite. Told her I knew she didn’t make bread from scratch. She bought it wholesale. Told her I knew she didn’t sew her own clothes. And I pointed out that although she claims she makes nothing from being a tradwife influencer she made over $1 million last year alone making her one big fucking hypocrite. Her followers seem dumb. She amassed over 1 million followers. And I cannot find the time and energy to hunt them all down.

So, I killed their queen instead. And I watched her die slowly and painfully while bleeding out into that tub. Then I hopped in and bathed in her bloody entrails. I love bloody phone sex baths. They feel warm and provide the secret to looking young. At this rate, I might live forever. Drinking and bathing in the blood makes my skin baby soft. I’m not a satanist. But I am a sadistic bitch who hate hypocrisy and religion, and all the bullshit that comes with it.

Hunted down and snuffed out

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Some stupid, snotty bitch got me fired from my new job. She was just trying to get a discount but her complaints got me canned. Good thing I dropped that tracker tag into the lining of the fancy bag she bought.

I waited until late that night and tracked her right back to her house. It was in some fancy, gated community but I look innocent enough to get by unnoticed. My boyfriend helped me break into her house and creep into the master bedroom. Her husband was passed out next to her, snoring loud as fuck. We gagged him and quickly snatched him out of the bed to tie him up.

He laid on the floor in the corner with his wrists and ankles bound, watching in horror as we woke her up.

I slapped her across the face as hard as I could and said “Wake up bitch! Remember me?”. She opened her mouth to scream and I busted her in the teeth with a brass knuckle punch. Blood and shattered teeth shards poured from her mouth. I punched her over and over again until her face became all swollen and distorted. While I was beating the fuck out of her, my boyfriend ripped her clothes off and started force fucking her asshole. She screamed and cried and laughed in her face.

Her useless husband cried in the corner like a little bitch. He didn’t even try to wiggle free from those restraints.

My boyfriend stopped pounding the bitch’s asshole, looked at the husband and told him to clean his sluts’ mess up. He stuffed his bloody, shit covered dick down the husband’s throat. She cried, screamed and begged for her life like they all do but we didn’t stop.

I slit her throat and pulled her head back so that her blood would spray all over her husband. My boyfriend fucked his face and drained his balls in his mouth before letting me snuff him out next.

People should really be more careful who they’re rude to…

 

Rena Is A Bondage Phone Sex Whore

I am a bondage phone sex whore through and through. Bondage phone sexI was tied up, gagged and blindfolded. The room was dark, but I could hear the sound of his heavy breathing as he approached me. He grabbed my hair roughly and yanked my head back before spitting on my face. It burned like acid against my skin but didn’t stop there; he continued to force himself onto me with each thrust while slapping and choking me at the same time until we both reached our climaxes together – him cumming inside of this trailer trash slut who couldn’t get enough filth between their legs!

As he finished cumming inside me, he pulled out roughly and slapped my face hard enough to make my head spin. Then without warning, he grabbed a nearby object from off the floor – something cold and metallic that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could even scream or struggle against the ropes binding me tightly in place, he pressed it firmly against my throat…and squeezed.

I gagged violently as his weight bore down on top of me; stars danced across my vision while black spots began to form at the edges. My heart raced frantically in terror as I felt myself being slowly suffocated by this monster who held all control over life and death within his grimy hands. Just when everything went dark and silent inside my head…he released the pressure just enough for air to rush back into starved lungs once more…only so he could continue tormenting me with another round of violent sex acts until finally ending it all with one final brutal thrust deep inside before pulling out completely – leaving nothing but emptiness where our bodies had been entwined moments earlier…

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Greatest Foreplay

Mutilation phone sex is my dark passion. I’m Morticia, a goddess born of shadow and flame. Therefore, a satanic witch whose hunger is fed only by the sight of flesh torn and blood flowing.
So, I stand in my obsidian chapel, the air thick with incense. Moreover, the chamber fills with the low chant of damned souls.
So, I summon my first victim—a strapping knight whose armor gleams like a lie. With a flick of my wrist, the sigils etched into the floor flare crimson, and his steel gauntlets melt away. Essentially, revealing raw skin that shivers under my gaze.
Next, I lift the jagged athame, its blade black as a void, and draw it across his throat. Most importantly, not to kill, but to carve a deep, smiling gulf that spurts hot blood onto the stone. Therefore the blood of Snuff sex fuels my darkness.
So,the knight gasps, eyes wide, and I laugh, a sound that rattles the rafters. Next, as I press my palm into the wound, I feel the warm pulse throb against my fingers.
Next, I turn to a trembling maiden whose hair flows like midnight silk. So, I bind her wrists with chains that hiss as they sear. Then I take a pair of rusted shears and snip the tendons of her ankles, one by one. Therefore, listening to the soft snap as each fiber gives way.

Mutilation Phone Sex is Something That I Dream About

Consequently, she collapses, a broken doll, and I straddle her chest. With nails sinking into her breasts, tearing away the soft tissue until the ivory ribs peek through. Now, slick with my own dark ichor.
Afterwards, I summon a circle of acolytes. Now, their robes are soaked in the sweat of fear. Therefore, I lay the knight and the maiden side by side.
Alas, I raise an obsidian chalice, fill it with the mingled blood of the two.  Accordingly, I drink, feeling the power of their suffering surge through my veins. This is how I love Sadistic Phone Sex so.
So, the chapel shudders, the walls bleed black. Ultimately, I, Morticia, revel in the symphony of screams. Essentially, the suffering, for each torn limb and shattered bone, is a hymn to my satanic glory.
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Accomplice phone sex Mother/Daughter gets their fuck holes stretched

Accomplice phone sex, maccomplice phone sexy boyfriend and I were getting bored the other day and the weather is getting warmer, so we decided to go to the beach and see if there was anything to satisfy our craving! And there was the perfect stuck-up mother and daughter bitch duo that caught my eye right away! I knew they were the ones we were taking home! My boyfriend has a way with those Karen types, and he was able to smooth talk her and her slutty little teen daughter pretty easily back to our house. My cunt was getting so wet the moment they willingly climbed into the back seat of our car! Soon as we walked through the door it was over! My boyfriend walked up behind the cunt mom and gagged her then duct tape her hands together as I did the same thing to the stupid slutty teen. After that we drug them to the room where we hand cuffed their ankles to the bed, I had the great idea of laying the daughter on top of her whore mom. Both laying there spread eagle and restrained. It was the perfect fucking view watching my boyfriend stretch their cunts and assholes as he slammed in and out of them back and forth from mom to daughter, pussy to asshole. Their muffled screams and moans made my pussy drip as I sat there and fucked myself with my dildo watching my boyfriend destroy their worthless fuck holes. By the time we were finished the stupid little teen had a bloody asshole and they were both covered in loads of hot jizz!

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.

Torture Sex Electrifies Chelsea’s Dripping Cunt

 

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I lay spread-eagled on the cold metal table, wrists and ankles locked in thick cuffs, my naked body already slick with sweat. Sir circled me like a predator, the heavy leather flogger dangling from his fist. My heart hammered. I knew what was coming.

The first strike lashed across my tits, the braided tails biting deep into soft flesh. I screamed, my back arching as fiery pain bloomed. He didn’t stop. The flogger rained down mercilessly—across my belly, my thighs, the tender lips of my cunt. Each blow left angry red welts, my skin swelling and throbbing.

“Please, Sir!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

He laughed, cruel and low. “Beg all you want, slut. This is what your worthless body is for.”

He forced a thick metal speculum into my cunt and cranked it wide open, stretching me brutally until I felt like I would tear. Then the electrodes came. Cold metal clips clamped onto my swollen nipples and clit. The first shock ripped through me like lightning, my whole body convulsing, cunt clenching uselessly around the cold metal. I howled, drool spilling from my lips.

He shocked me again and again, watching my tits bounce and my pussy spasm. When I was shaking and broken, he finally freed his cock and drove it into my stretched, aching hole, fucking me hard while the speculum kept me open. Pain and humiliation flooded every nerve.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whimpered as he used me. “Thank you for hurting me.”