Category: Goth teen phone sex

Evil phone sex slut and bestie force pervert into submission

Evil phone sex Evil phone sex slut and best friend force a pervert into submission!

He was drunk out of his fucking mind and thought he could slap my best friend’s ass. The moment our eyes met I knew he would make a perfect victim! We lured him in and brought him back to our hotel room where we stripped him naked, seduced him, and then tortured the living daylights out of him. What he thought was his lucky day was his worst fucking nightmare! My best friend dragged her tongue down his body, to his cock, and then slurped his dick into her throat. Then she shocked his scrotum with a taser…

That’s when the pathetic perv realized what he had gotten himself into. I’ve always dreamt of having Sex with dead bodies and I knew that day would be the day I finally would be able to. The light flickered as I walked toward him wearing my strap-on that was filled with blades. I approached him and forced him to his knees. I sat my pussy on his face and smothered him while stroking my dong. Then I forced him to bend over and beg to be fucked hard.

As I jerked my dildo in and out of his manhole, I taunted him for being a faggot while laughing hysterically. I could tell by how easily my dildo slipped into his asshole it wasn’t his first time… The pressure must have felt good because the fucking pervert began to moan and that is when I hit the button and released the blades… ripping his asshole into shreds.

The room was left a bloody crime scene after the gruesomest Snuff sex!

Necrophilia phone sex engorges my clit till I squirt!

Necrophilia phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex engorges my clit till I squirt! You may think the idea of getting sexual pleasure from a corpse is sick and depraved, but for me, it’s a source of pure ecstasy. Knowing that the person lying in front of me is lifeless, cold and stiff, makes my pussy pulse with excitement. 

My clients love to hear me talk about how I fuck the dead until they cum, and how I can make them do the same. It’s a skill I’ve perfected over the years, and I’m always eager to show it off. I’ll whisper in your ear all the dirty things I want to do to a fresh, dead body, and you’ll be begging for more.

You get to choose how fresh the body is, and I’ll take care of the rest. Whether you want a recently deceased hottie or a decaying corpse, I’m your girl. I can even get you off with just bones. That’s right; I’ve got some serious skills, and nothing is off-limits for me.

But if you really want to experience the ultimate thrill, then you need to come to my favorite spot – the cemetery. We can sneak in at night, and I’ll show you the best graves to dig up. When we find the perfect one, we can get down and dirty right there, with the smell of death surrounding us. Trust me; there’s nothing hotter than fucking in a fresh grave with a stiff, lifeless body.

So, what are you waiting for? Don’t be shy, give me a call, and let’s fulfill your darkest, dirtiest fantasies. I promise I’ll leave you drained and satisfied like never before. And who knows, you might even become addicted to my unique brand of wild, Killer phone sex. Just remember, I’m always ready and eager to satisfy your necrophiliac needs. Can’t wait to hear from you, my little dead fuckers.

Babysitter phone sex with me is a fun Snuff special!

Baby sitter phone sex

Babysitter phone sex with me is a fun Snuff special! You know you can always count on me to satisfy all your twisted desires. And today, I have a special treat for you. Are you ready to use some brats to satisfy that hard Daddy cock?

I’ll be the perfect babysitter, Daddy. I’ll take care of these brats for as long as you want, so you can have your way with them. You know how much I love seeing you in action, fucking them any way you want. And I’ll be right there, holding them down and spreading them open for you. Because I know you love that feeling of those tight, innocent holes and the sweet taste of their untouched bodies.

You see, Daddy, these little brats need your discipline. And I’m not talking about a little slap on the wrist. No, no, no. I’m talking full-on Ass rape porn playing in the background while we have our fun with these little sluts. Oh, I can already feel your Daddy cock getting hard at the thought of it. And let me tell you, these little brats are begging for it too.

Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll make sure they behave for you. But if they don’t, well, we can always teach them a harsh lesson, can’t we? I’ll be the corrupt babysitter who introduces them to the world of pain and pleasure. And you, my dear Daddy, will be the one to unleash all your dark desires onto these innocent little brats. Doesn’t that sound like heaven?

So, come on, Daddy. Give me a call and let’s have some sexy Evil phone sex together. The kind that will make your blood boil with excitement. The kind that will fulfill your every wicked fantasy. Come and play with me, Daddy. I promise you won’t be disappointed. Let’s make these little brats cry and scream for your pleasure. Are you ready for the ride of your life? I know I am.

 

Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Black Magic Woman

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex, I enjoy. I am not religious. Honestly, I do not believe in God. How can I believe in something I cannot see or experience. But I dabble in the dark arts. More witchcraft than Satanism. Little spells and hexes here and there. I have a friend who works in a black magic store down in New Orleans. She has taught me a lot about how to navigate that realm most of us do not believe in, but just in case, we still avoid.

She visited me this week and cast a spell on this loser who would not stop harassing me at my favorite Goth bar. Not that I date a lot of men, but I don’t do boring vanilla men. Guys need to be Goth or Steampunk to get my attention. Vanilla white boys, hard pass for me.

My friend, Sienna, got some of his hair, and tied it around this little voodoo doll and controlled him. If I had not witnessed it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. She told me I could do snuff porn remotely, but I like to experience the killing and torture firsthand. But being a puppet master to some loser does sound appealing.

I Guess You Can Call Me a Black Magic Woman

Although I do not believe in God, I think I believe in Satan because black magic falls under his purview. And she manipulated this little prick with a single strand of his hair and some magic dust. If that is not black magic at work, I do not know what is. She made him show off his little dick to everyone in the bar. We all laughed. She even made him dance and chug a lot of beer.

My mind worked overtime thinking of all the things I could do to this loser. I dug my key into the little doll’s crotch and watched him fall to the ground writhing in pain. So, I tossed the doll on the floor and dug my heel into the crotch and that boring vanilla boy became more interesting as he screamed in pain. I told Seinna I need to learn how to create a doll like this because there are plenty of losers I want to destroy and women too.

I wanted to test the power of this voodoo doll, so I put it in my panties and sat on it. Sort of like a suffocation phone sex call where I smother a man to death with my pussy and ass. But this was live. Sienna and I watched as he struggled to breathe. The bartender called 911 but when EMTs arrived it appeared too late. It will be a mystery how he died. I am sure of that. Because no one believes in black magic, right? But I do. And now I know how to use it too.

Torture sex makes you cum harder when with the young and niave

Torture sex My log cabin is where I slit the throats of the missing! Not even an amber alert will help anyone find their whereabouts. When I am through having Torture sex with a Young bald pussy or a Sissy boy in the making I always make sure to completely dispose of their bodies. The only trace is the videos and pictures I collect for personal use… Nobody would ever assume I, which is why I don’t worry about hoarding the evidence.

I collected a few from a bus stop down the road and brought them to the woods, where I dismantled their worthless little fuckholes. I drilled my Monster cock with studs and ridges right through their virgin slits. As I pounded in and out I dragged a kitchen knife down the center of their bodies and watched as their organs poured out. Snuff sex is my weakness especially when it involves the young and naive!

Twits were made to be used, and you perverts know that well and dare.

My accomplice could not help but enjoy their lifeless bodies after seeing them stripped naked. He dug his cock into their prolapsed holes and plummeted in and out until he shot the biggest cum shot ever inside of them. Now they are down in the well where they belong! I dropped to my knees and gave him a sloppy Deepthroat blowjob, detailing his cock clean of the cunnie juices that drenched his p-daddy dick. I made him a copy of The Ass rape porn of Little Billy Boy for him to masturbate to whenever he calls me to indulge in our Deep dark fantasies.

Killer Phone Sex Gene Makes Some Women Natural Born Killers

killer phone sexI possess the killer phone sex gene. Do you? A psychologist would have a field day with me. Although I am sure I meet a lot of the psychopathic characteristics in the DSM, I do not meet them all. Which can make me seem so normal. For example, I show mercy and empathy. Perhaps, not to men and sluts, but I would never harm an animal. And some women I spare because I see potential in them. Or I just despise the man who hired me to kill the woman that much.

Although I have not spared many lives, I have flipped the tables on a few tools. Clark hired me to kill a teen girl. Well, he hired me to kidnap a girl he knows so he could explore his rape fantasies with her. And he wanted to snuff her out afterwards. I wanted the job. Money makes the world go around, right?

But I experienced a crisis of my consciousness that would perplex a psychologist. So, I flipped the scene. The girl I kidnapped became my accomplice. She showed great potential for mayhem and bloodshed. Like a mini me. However, my accomplice appeared brain dead and misogynistic. Men like him overpopulate the world. However, Goth girls like me seem harder to find.

Sometimes I See More Potential in a Victim Than I Do My Accomplice

My client hired me to kidnap his Goth niece because he thinks she is a freak of nature and he wanted to fuck her and snuff her afterwards. Since I did not enjoy his views on Goth babes, I decided to save the girl and turn her into my Goth accomplice phone sex partner. And you should have seen how she rolled with her second chance in life.

I gave her my big knife. And instead of charging him with a jab to the gut or a jugular vein, she stabbed him in the groin. And when he went down, she pulled his cock out of his pants and stabbed it until it looked like minced meat. She made a bloody massacre of his cock. Just like I would have done too. Her instincts for torture and pain over a quick death endeared her to me.

I sat back and watched as the victim became the victor in this fight for life. All covered in blood from the frenzied mutilation of her uncle’s junk, she looked at me, smiled and told me, “That felt good.” Yep, a natural born killer this one. How could I kill her? I helped her finish her uncle with a quick lesson on major arteries and torture sex. Then we fed him to the wildlife. Finally, I have another mini me to train. Although it is true that I hate most teens, this one appeared the exception to the rule. And I will make good use of her.

Snuff sex has you wanting to ravage and kill your goth teen

Snuff sexSnuff sex with your very own teen daughter? How wrong is that? Why would you even think about fucking her and then slicing her head off? How sick, you filthy fucking bastard! No, I will still do it, and no I don’t think you’re thinking with your brain though. How the fuck am I supposed to dispose of her.  Need me to Slice her up like roast beef and make a stew out of her organs?

On second thought, my mutts can help chew her bones and make it look like a wild dog attack, I guess. Is this really what you want? Okay well here’s the plan. I lure her to a decrepit old meat processing plant. Not hard since raves are held in abandoned and forgotten places in the city.  That part is easy since she is the epitome of Goth teen phone sex! 

SNuff sex has you wanting to ravage and kill your goth teen

Little sexy thick black eyeliner, and black hair dyed over her baby blonde roots. And forgetting that she is just a little fuck doll with a bald pussy and still a virgin.  Your little bitch thinks she’s gay, she just hasn’t had Daddy’s dick yet!

We are going to open her mind up to your thick p-daddy cock! Maybe we can keep her in a cage at my place for a while until she admits she loves your cock. My next question is if that happens do you trust her not to talk? Will we bounce her brains out of her head still, or what? Final Question, are you wanting to fuck her dead body before I decimate her completely? 

 

Snuff Sex is the Only Kind of Sex for Me

snuff sexSnuff sex is the only sex for me. Sure, I enjoy fucking. But I do not enjoy cuddling or baby talk or any of that relationship bullshit. I use men as I see fit. And when they do not follow my rules, I kill them. You could make me cum like a porn star or have a huge cock, but I will kill you if you try to spoon me or talk like a man in love. The only thing in this world that I love is a good kill.

Although Troy showed a lot of promise, he quickly violated my rules. We met on the dark net. I helped him kill a bitch. A young schoolgirl he fucked. She did not look at it the same way he did, and she tried to blackmail him. So, I told him how to get rid of her. And that bonded us. He enjoyed turning her into a snuff porn doll. He showed me pictures and videos he took of her dying too.

So, when he suggested we meet, I thought he could be an excellent accomplice. But he disappointed me, and I killed him. I think he wanted a girlfriend more than an accomplice, and I am not that girl. Having a devious and soulless accomplice is all I want. However, men love an elusive Goth chick. Even when I am clear about what I want, they still ignore my boundaries. So, the way I see it, Troy had a death wish. Or why else would he disregard my rules.

I Can Just Kill a Man for Shits and Giggles

He did not put up much of a fight when I castrated him. And I enjoyed severing the balls of a man I just fucked. His testicles glistened with my cunt juice. I tossed them into the woods as a treat for the animals. Then I dissected his body like he was a lab frog in a high school biology class. He bled everywhere and screamed in pain as I removed his organs one by one. Organ meat contains iron and protein. I saved his heart for last. And I ate it while it still beat.

Troy’s last image was of me eating his heart and laughing at his painful, torture sex death. Some men will just never understand me. So, I take that as disrespect to women, and I will not stand for it. Listen to me. Respect my boundaries. Hunt and kill with me. Or lose your life.

2 girl phone sex means you get 2 bloody victims, Master!

2 girl phone sex2 girl phone sex means you get 2 bloody victims, Master! Oh, where do I even begin? My name is Marley and I am one sexy wild perverted snuff whore. I am nothing but a piece of meat to my Master, and I love every second of it. My desires know no bounds and I am constantly seeking new levels of depravity to please my Master and fulfill my own twisted desires.

Fiona and I are his prized possessions, his two favorite victims. We know that our purpose in life is to serve him, to be used and abused in any way he sees fit. The thought of being his playthings, his objects of pleasure, makes us wet with anticipation. We crave his touch, his knives, his blood.

You see, our Master loves knives. And he loves using them on our soft, delicate skin. The way the sharp blade slides effortlessly through our flesh, causing a surge of pleasure and pain at the same time, is unlike anything else in this world. He knows exactly where to cut to make us scream in ecstasy.

But he also knows how to keep us in line. One wrong move and he will threaten us with his biggest knife, the one that could penetrate us in ways we never thought possible. And we both know that he is not afraid to use it if we don’t behave. We are his personal toys, his dolls to be played with and discarded when he has had his fill.

I know that my Master has been craving bloody phone sex, and Fiona and I are more than willing to indulge him. We are his slut victims, his canvas to paint with blood and sweat. He loves to fill us with his fluid, making us feel dirty and used, but it is a feeling we both crave. We are his delicate girls, his whores, ready to be mutilated, fucked and made to cum blood.

So I cum blood, Fiona cums blood and Master cums buckets! We know that we deserve to suffer, to be punished for our wickedness. So go ahead, call and let me and Fiona fulfill your darkest, blood-soaked fantasies. We are waiting, Master. We are your willing, submissive, and oh so perverted snuff whores.

 

Cannibalism Phone Sex Because I Don’t Leave a Trace

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex might not be your cup of tea. So, if it is not, move along. But I am a sick bitch with lots of taboo predilections. The way I view cannibalism is that it is better to eat the body you just killed than to get caught. I am simply a conservationist who believes in disposing of any harmful or toxic waste in a manner that does not disrupt nature’s ecological process.

Plus, have you seen the cost of groceries lately? However, poor losers can provide me with several months’ worth of meat. What you cannot do for me while you are alive, you can do for me in death. Make yourself useful to a snuff porn Goth goddess. Let me kill you and eat you.

In a way I am like a Praying Mantis. I bite the head off my playmates. Although I do not need sex in the conventional way most folks do. I do use my Goth appeal to lure guys when I am starting to run low on man meat. I let Xander worship my body first. He ate my pussy. And he licked my ass, but instead of fucking him or even sucking his cock, I bit it off and drank his blood like a vampire.

I am a Praying Mantis of Sorts. After Mating I Bite Your Head Off or Maybe Your Dick

His testicles I bit off next. I know he thought we would fuck, but I was hungry. So, I left bites and cuts all over his skin to exsanguinate him. A body drained of blood just cooks better. I shoved a stick so far up his ass that it came out the other end. Plopped him over an open flame and slow cooked him for hours to get that tender meat.

He can take solace in the fact that he will feed me for months. Most men can serve me better in their death than they can alive. I am not the GFE kind of woman. More like sadistic phone sex kind of woman. I ate some of Xander last night after he cooked for hours. And I must say that I will enjoy feasting on his flesh. And no doubt, the wild animals that live in the woods behind my kill shack will enjoy his bones.