Category: Sadistic phone sex

Mutilation Phone Sex is a Good Tool to Knock Mean Girls Off Their Pedestals

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at. Nobody takes more time to thoroughly mutilate a victim like me. It’s because I get off on the torture. Although I do kill people quickly out of self-preservation, I prefer to torture for hours before I put some loser out of his or her misery. And I’m armed with all sorts of sharp instruments that make perfect accomplices for mutilating a body.

Last night, I just felt in the mood to fuck someone up. And in walked this vain drunk coed home for summer. She did not realize she entered a Goth bar. She started insulting my people and got herself kicked out. How does somebody that young become so mean. She started telling girls they looked like ghosts or a corpse pulled out of its grave. She said some mean things even for me. Although I might seem like a mean girl to my victims, I’m really a nice person. I would never insult somebody for their looks unless they deserved it.

Carving a Bitch Up Quickly Takes Her Down a Peg

I didn’t want to kill this girl. However, I wanted to explore some torture sex options with her. So, I followed her home. Normally, I might stalk my prey more, but I suspected that she lived alone in this little studio apartment in the bad part of town. Just some broke ass loser, girl who likes to insult others to make herself feel better about her pathetic existence. Most coeds stay with their parents during the summer break. But either this girl burned her bridges with her parents or she cut them off. Either way it didn’t matter. Nobody could save her now.

I broke into her apartment easily. Honestly, I think my kill shack in the middle of the wilderness smells better than her apartment. I used chloroform so that she wouldn’t scream for help. I needed to get the ball gag in her mouth and tie her up before she woke up. When she did, she found herself strapped to her coffee table, naked. Although she seemed awake, I don’t think she comprehended the severity of the situation. She still ran her mouth. Muffled but I could still hear, “you bitch,” through the ball gag.

Carving Up the Flesh on a Mean Girl Feels Right

I pulled out my knife and carved ugly on her forehead. It will leave a scar and serve as a constant reminder that actions come with consequences. I wore an executioner’s mask so she could not identify me and I never spoke. However, I don’t think she knows who I am. I blend in with the woodwork even as a goth girl in public spaces. And that’s because I know how to become invisible when I need to.

And I carved Cunt on one breast and whore on the other. Good luck explaining that to future lovers. This girl needed kicked off her pedestal. She felt too high and mighty for living in a studio apartment. Major attitude. However, I think I took a little bit of the fight out of her. Having a sick bitch carve into your flesh can feel exhausting. And I carved up just about every inch of her flesh. A one point, she begged me to kill her.

But I did not want this to turn into a snuff porn. This was revenge torture. Revenge for being a self-entitled little mean bitch. Now every time she looks into a mirror, she will see the scar in the letters UGLY. And she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Maybe that’ll force her to be nicer to others. I doubt she will show her face in public again. And she might go to the cops, but I don’t care. I feel safe because no doubt that little bitch made a lot of enemies over the years. Hopefully, I’ve slowed down her reign of hell.

Sadistic phone sex girls knows how to hold the bitch down

Sadistic phone sexI’m a Sadistic phone sex evil whore. The little bitch didn’t stand a chance, not with the nasty old pervert and me on the same page.

She was just a tiny, pathetic thing, trembling like a leaf while her Daddy brought her in.

He asked, so I prepped her bald little hole for the cock beating she was about to take.

I could practically smell her fear, so fucking delicious. Miss Innocence thought she was supposed to be Daddy’s little princess.

But she’s Daddy’s little whore!

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna feel so good, thanks to you! She whimpered, but I just cackled. This was gonna be a night to remember, watching the mighty Daddy mount his helpless little princess. His cock was hard as steel, and I made her fresh bald cunt so wet for his cock!

Fuck I couldn’t wait to sit on her face! I love the feeling of a little bitch screaming into my pussy. The vibration on my clit makes me squirt so much! I will do anything for a Daddy that likes hardcore fucking!

He pounded into her relentlessly, drunk with power, lust, and dominance. The girl was losing it, thrashing and bucking beneath us, but I was right there with him, urging him on, until he finally roared and pumped deep inside her. Because when you’re a sadistic whore, there’s no satisfaction quite like Torture sex with Daddy!

The History Of Jade And Teen Rape Porn

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn has kept my tight holes stretched out since I was a young one. The first time I had sex, my mother sold me to our landlord to cover the month’s rent. My pussy became the method of payment for about a year, until one time he got rough with me, leaving bruises all over my body, visible bruises for the world to see. One of my teachers reported my mom to CPS, and they shipped my ass off to a group home.

 

As soon as I arrived, the counselors took a liking to my sexy caramel body, coming to my room every night, making me suck cocks for hours on end, until I was raw from the multiple cocks ripping my cunt open.

 

When I finally got adopted, my stepfather was nice and sweet. He gained my trust, I opened up to him about my past trauma and assaults, he used that against me and started pimping me out to the neighbors, the highest bidder could do whatever he wanted to me, after he was done, my kinky stepfather would clean my pussy with his thick tongue.

 

He had a fetish for men’s cum, but refused to sleep with one. He cured his hunger by sucking the cum from my tender teen twat. Will you fill me up so my daddy can clean me out?

Young Voice Phone Sex fun with sweet innocent virgin Cora!

Young Voice Phone Sex

Young Voice Phone Sex fun with sweet innocent virgin Cora!

I am the last girl in my class to lose my virginity, and it’s getting to be so embarrassing!

Everyone has these naughty stories of all the nasty stuff they let their boyfriends do with their pussies!

I just need to find a man who will fuck me hard and raw, so I have the best story to tell!

I don’t care if it’s my teacher, the principal, or even the janitor, I am sucking some dick tonight!

Maybe I should fuck all three, that will really get me known as a whore around school!

I’ll start with the janitor, hello, be easy.

I’ll just walk right into the janitor’s closet where he hangs out and get on my knees and offer to suck his cock!

Who would say no to that!

And he’s just my warm-up.

My teacher is going to be a bit harder.

I’ll slide off my panties and roll up my skirt, so my bald little pussy is sticking out.

I’ll tell him I need some help after class.

And once everyone leaves, I’ll sit on his desk and spread my legs really wide.

My pussy will be so juicy from sucking the janitor’s cock already, how could he say no to me?!

And after he fucks me raw and comes inside me, he’ll have to send me to the principal’s office, so he doesn’t get caught.

But once I’m there, I’ll just show the principal my hairless pussy dripping in my science teacher’s cum.

I’ll beg him to suck it out of me, so I don’t get pregnant from my nasty charades around school.

Again, what horny man could say no to this pussy!

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Accomplice Phone Sex: The Best Fun at Abortion Clinic

Accomplice phone sex is a great time. After all, two’s better than one in destroying little fuck dolls. My Sadistic sex is dark and evil.
So, I stride into the abortion clinic with my pale skin glowing under harsh lights and my black hair cascading like a dark veil. Therefore, my accomplice follows closely. Essentially, our shared hunger pulses between us as we approach the procedure room.
Now, the cold steel of the clinic table bites into my bare thighs as I swing myself onto it. With my black lace dress pooling around my hips as my accomplices’ hands find my waist. Now he pulls me to the edge while his cock presses against my cunt. Obviously, I’m already slick with anticipation.
So, I arch my back, offering myself, and he sinks into me with a guttural groan that echoes off the sterile tiles. So, the little snuff sex doll lies limp on the adjacent table. With its vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Ultimately, waiting for its turn to be unmade.
So, I ride his thrusts, my fingers digging into the leather straps of the examination table. With each slam of his hips pound me harder. Moreover, the smell of antiseptic mixes with the musk of our bodies, indulgent. Truly, a perverse incense for our dark ritual.
Next, he pulls out, and I slide off the table. Then, I take his cock into my mouth, tasting myself on him. All while my tongue swirls around the shaft until he shudders and pulls away.

Accomplice Phone Sex is A Great Time

So, he turns to the doll, lifting its legs and forcing himself inside its lifeless hole. Watching that dry, tight resistance sends a thrill through me.
So, I crawl over, my hand replacing his as I grip the dead doll’s ankle. Therefore, spreading its legs wide.
Finally, he fucks it roughly, the dead skin smacking against his pelvis. So,  I slip my fingers into its mouth, stretching the Snuff sex corpse’s lips.
Oh, this living dead girl makes no sound, but that’s the point—perfect silence for our destruction.
Oh, how he grunts, his pace quickening, and I feel the heat building in my own cunt. Essentially, I want to be filled again. In fact, I want to feel him inside me with the aborted sex toy’s juices all over his throbbing member.
Then, push him aside, straddling the dead girl’s face, and lower myself onto its mouth. Therefore, grinding my wetness over its nose and lips.
My accomplice takes my place behind me, slamming into my pussy from behind as I ride the bitches face.
This double pleasure drives me wild—his cock stretching me while the dead sluts cold facial features press against my clit.
Finally, I dig my nails into the dead whores chest, tearing through the dead skin, exposing its insides.
Then, he fucks me harder, his balls slapping against my ass.
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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.

Snuff Phone Sex is Sweet Revenge Sometimes, And Survival Other Times

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex turns interesting turn sometimes. Years ago, I brought my master at the time this cute coed. She was a little older than his favorite age group. But he saw her at Starbucks and he wanted her. So, I facilitated their meeting. But I liked this girl. And I tried to warn her, but she wanted the money he offered for a night with him.

Honestly, I never saw her again. I felt too afraid to ask my former master what happened to her. Sort of one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the truth. But then I ran into her this week at a bar. I almost didn’t recognize her. Past few years have not been good to her.

However, she did not recognize me until I mentioned my name. I apologized profusely to her because I figured she looked like a wreck because of my former master. However, she got away from him after one night. She took the money and never saw him again. I felt so much relief because I worried over the years what became of her.

I don’t believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason. I’m much different than I was a few years ago. I’m leaning more into my switch side being an accomplice phone sex partner. She told me about her abusive boyfriend who she met during her wild night with my former master. And I didn’t think anybody could be more of an asshole than my former master. This guy she dated kept her prisoner in this basement until she escaped. And now she does not know where to live or what to do to avoid him.

Some Men Do Not Deserve to Live with Balls

So, I brought her home to my place and we plotted his murder. Maybe boyfriend is the wrong word. Captor seems more fitting. I didn’t even charge her because I owed her. Even though she only spent one night with my master and he paid her handsomely for the encounter, if I hadn’t made that introduction, she wouldn’t have met this guy. He is one of my former master’s minions. And I guess he learned a few things from him along the way like how to keep a woman prisoner and beat her into submission.

I remember this guy too. He always wanted to fuck me, but master never shared me.  So gussied myself up for him and laid a honey trap. If anybody deserved castration phone sex it was big Mike. A chance meeting, he thought. I took him back to my place where she laid in wait. But first, I drugged his drink so it would kick in by the time we got home.

And Some Men Don’t Deserve to Live at All

So, we castrated him together. I could tell it felt therapeutic to her. And it felt therapeutic to me because I pretended he was one of the many other men who also did not deserve their balls either. As much as I wanted him to live without balls as a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, I knew he would kill us if he lived.

So, we gutted him like a pig. Pulled out all his internal organs and drove his carcass out to the country. Fed his organs to the wilderness in my backyard. But disposed of his body in this marsh in the middle of nowhere. The fish and fungus living in that marsh will destroy his body before it could ever float to the surface. And we killed him in such a brutal manner to make it look like a rival gang took him out. Nobody will ever suspect two women did this to a 6’5 300 lb. man. But we did. Now she is safe.

Snuff sex made me almost meet my end but I survived

Snuff sex Snuff sex can be brutal. I watched my Master Daddy hook up with some giggling little tart, super young and dumb. She thought she was special, that he would spoil her. But really, she walked into the predators trap.

As he rammed that tight, wet cunt, I knew my role.

I had to serve as his accomplice, to suffocate whatever air was left in that brat’s lungs so Daddy could focus solely on his pleasure.

So I grabbed her little neck and squeezed until her windpipe began to break. She was suffocating by my hands, and Master Daddy loved it. And I couldn’t stop, I had to keep going.

The little bitch’s eyes bulged, her face turning a sickly shade of purple as she clawed at me but it was totally useless. I choked her even harder, milking every drop of her life force until finally, with a strangled gurgle, she went limp.

He pulled out his cock and made it explode down my throat. I felt like I was drowning in his cum. I was his good girl for doing what I was told and he said if I didn’t choke her out like that he would have done it to me because I’m his Torture sex slave and he can do whatever he wants with whores like me.

 

Taboo Phone Sex Always Gets Me in Trouble

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex, I’m no stranger too. It’s just another hustle. And I’ve been hustling most of my life. Because that’s what my mother did. She taught me I didn’t need to pay for anything if I bartered my pussy. I learned from a young age to fuck for my drugs or anything else I might need.

But I think my cocaine habit far succeeds my mother ‘s habit. I do more than what she did in a week in a day. And I started bartering for coke as a teenage girl. But it becomes harder to sustain that. I’m in my 40s now and men don’t want to just fuck me for cocaine. They want me to earn it. Therefore, my body really goes through the wringer.

Last night, I agreed to a gangbang rape porn. Usually, I avoid that because a gang bang is such a gamble. I’ve done gang bangs with 30 guys. All sporting huge cocks too. Let me tell you I couldn’t piss or shit right for weeks afterwards. But I felt desperate for cocaine. And this gig paid extremely well.

I never saw so many men in a room before. And they appeared all there for me. But this was the weirdest collection of men I’ve ever seen for this sort of gig. It felt like the director went outside on the street and just wrangled in whoever he met. Some of these men looked and smelled homeless. Although I do have empathy for the homeless and I help them when I can, I don’t want to fuck them.

A Gang Bang Whore Can Take a Lot of Cock

I saw black guys too. And I knew that would hurt. Black men usually sport monster cocks. I even saw some teenage boys. And they all stood there naked with their cocks in their hand, waiting for the director to call action. As soon as he got me in the downward dog position, he called for the action to begin. And those men just mounted me like horny dogs. Did I mention this all happened on a concrete slab. So, no cushion for my old knees. I’m still all scraped up.

I got my money. But I’m not sure I ever worked so hard for it. There had to be 50 guys. And a rag tag bunch at that. I felt all sorts of cocks penetrating my ass of my pussy. And towards the end, I was slipped because there appeared to be too much cum on the floors. With as much as those men came, my belly felt full. And that explained the leakage. My fuck holes couldn’t take any anymore.

I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I begged for mercy. But the director didn’t show me any. He let those men rip apart my pussy and ass more than giving birth or being an ass rape porn star did. But I got my cocaine and that’s all that matters.

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…