Category: Snuff phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex Calls Often Involve Torture Too for Me

snuff phone sexI enjoy snuff phone sex calls. As a sexy accomplice and switch, sometimes I’m in charge of the killing. And it feels good to be the queen when that happens. I did a favor for a fellow stripper last night. And I did this gig for free. Hos before bros and all. She has an ex-boyfriend problem. An abusive piece of shit with a restraining order against him. However, that never stops him.

But I knew I could stop him. I could stop him permanently. And I sexually mutilated his junk along the way. I talked with my friend, and we set a honey trap. I let him think that I gave him the address of his ex-girlfriend. But it was my address. And she laid in wait as I did with knives hidden everywhere for our safety. When he arrived, he seemed shocked to see me. But then my fellow stripper, the object of his desire, came out from the bedroom.

We started kissing, making him horny and jealous. But that was part of our plan. Much easier to castrate a stiff dick than a limp one. And he deserved castration phone sex, maybe more than anybody I ever castrated before. Some men think they’re entitled to pussy. And some men think they own women. So, I enjoy giving men a wakeup call.

Men Do Not Get Away With Harassing My Friends

When I kissed him, I slipped a cock ring on to help keep him erect. He never saw me coming. I think he felt too horny to care about anything else than my hand on his dick. But the next thing he felt on his dick was a cool steel blade.

Sure, I could’ve gone for the nuts immediately. However, I wanted to savior the torture. So, I sliced the tip of his dick off instead. This guy would not survive the night anyway. I could slice and dice his junk all I wanted. He would never use it again. And he will never stalk or harass another woman again.

We spent a few hours slicing little parts of his dick off like we were cutting those little hotdog dogs and putting them into the baked beans. I said that my friend thought maybe we could feed the severed parts of his dick to my dogs. And my pups love hot dogs. Seeing the expression on this guy ‘s face as my dogs ate part of his dick turned me on. I can be a sick bitch when I want.

I Enjoy Castrating Men who Think They Own Women

Eventually, we grew tired of him and the torture sex of his junk. So, she took him out of his misery. With my hands on his throat, I squeezed as tightly as I could. His ex-girlfriend, my friend, sat on his face to smother him. We felt him take his last breath. And she helped me dismember him. We made a mess. But I watch enough movies. So, I knew I needed a tarp and a cadaver saw. And an interesting thing, once a person’s dead the blood doesn’t spill out their bodies like you would think.

We put his severed limbs into this big bag. And we buried them in the woods in different places. Chances of anybody finding all of him seemed slim to us. But he will never harass another one of my friends. Or any women for that matter. And don’t think for a second I won’t neuter you either if you get out of line. Castration is not just for stalkers.

Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.

 

Evil phone sex fun with a twisted whore

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My caller just caught his daughter rubbing her pussy and watching porn.

He had some insane, dark thoughts when he learned how horny his young brat was.

We explored his evil phone sex fantasy of going into her room, catching and punishing her.

He stroked his big daddy dick while we talked about hearing her little moans echoing down the hallway late at night.

Her daddy told me to snatch the door open and punish that little girl for being such a whore.

When we found her spread open and rubbing her pussy, her Daddy’s cock got rock hard.

He was equally disgusted and turned on and I think that’s what fueled his rage against her.

His dick pulsed in his hand as he watched me beat the shit out of her. I held her hair and punched into her pretty, little face until it was all swollen and lumpy. Blood poured from her mouth in a continuous, stringy drip.

I wanted to punish her by holding my taser to her cunt and zapping her until her clit sizzled.

Daddy jerked his cock to this idea and asked what other fucked up torture methods I had in mind. That’s when we put the little whore on her hands and knees.

 I let her Daddy fuck her mouth while I fisted into her asshole.

Punching as hard as I could, I forced my arm into her ass all the way up to my elbow.

I could feel the clenching of her muscles around my arm as her body wretched from gagging.

Her Daddy pounded his dick into her face causing her to choke on her own vomit.

While he kept fucking her mouth and watching her face turn all blue and purple, I was ripping her ass and pussy wide open.

The cum he shot in her throat bubbled out through her nose and spewed out around the base of his dick.

He was finished fucking her but I was far from finished torturing her. I left her alive but fucked up enough that we will eventually have to snuff her out.

 

Bloody phone sex, because a bitch is better off

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex girls deserve to suffer. I know I do. I’ve been made to do all sorts of horrible things, and I could have said no and turned into a dead whore, but I want to live.

So I have to help my Master Daddy with his business and needs.

He made me pick the next victims.

I guess I harbor some Mom hate. Mine never cared for me. She was too busy being a crack whore and eventually left me to that crazy family.

When they sold me to Master Daddy, I thought I was done for, but he saw potential in me, and ever since, I do everything I can to make him proud.

I remember the look in their eyes when I pulled them into the dark, dank room. Fear, confusion, and a hint of revulsion at the sight of my Master Daddy, naked, besides wearing a leather mask, and the cameras behind him.

I found these bitches at some lame sip-and-paint event. I pretended I got in a fight with my boyfriend and needed a ride.

These women were in their late forties. They were Florida moms on a girl trip and had big fake tits. They were perfect for his Snuff porn.

He helped me rip off their clothes and made them incapacitated. They didn’t squirm too much because he beat their heads in. He gave me the knives, and the cameras were rolling, and I went into a frenzy.

He started fucking them, and I plunged the blade into their guts once he swapped cunts. I got the timing right, and it was successful.

Dick goes out, knife goes in. I think the best shot was when they both started making gurgling sounds while I was riding one of Mommy’s faces, and he filled the other’s throat with cum.

You came to devour and show my daddy my dead meat

Kidnapping phone sex

At cheer practice I noticed you watching me, staring out through the bushes while I was jumping high, flipping and dancing. My snow white bubble butt popping as high as your demented bulge. Jerking your shaft, your moans echoing through out the school yard while we practiced. Sent by my daddy himself you had a nasty plan to take me out, rip me apart and show my daddy my shredded meat stack after you were threw with me.

Stalking me in the parking lot you finally grabbed me on my way to the locker room. Still in my uniform you pinned me against the back wall, ripping my little skirt and pulling my hair,  With one hand on my neck you unzipped your pants, pushed my little panties to the side and took your rape fantasies out on me. I couldn’t scream with your gag, your fat nubby beer can cock ripping up my insides. This all brining me back to when daddy would do me the same every night, turning me on my stomach and thrusting his meat up my ass, shoving my face into the pillow so mommy wouldn’t wake.

I prefer this kind of fucking, it’s what I’m used to, even better that daddy sent you to crumble my little milky cookie. With my head bleeding and beaten against the wall, my skirt up to my stomach, my uniform covered and soaked you brutally blasted me.

Beaten and bloody, hot tight cooter leaking fecal cum down my legs.

Bondage phone sex

Balls smacking against my ass while your digging for gold deep, cock tip hitting my stomach, telling me over and over “shut the fuck up bitch!”. Each spank and slap I start to quiver and shake pushing my tiny pocket soiled in bloody cum cooter into you.

With my team now watching me get humiliated by my daddy’s buddy in the back they began to laugh and point, playing with their clammy soiled twitching twats wishing they were the one’s getting bent. Exploding deep in my little cervix leaving me tight up, bloody and barely breathing.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Feed My Obsession

Rape phone sex fantasies are the ones that make me cum hardest.
First of all, I love the raw brutality of it.
When you describe forcing me down, ripping off my clothes, and shoving yourself inside me while I fight and scream, I get instantly wet.
Moreover, I get off on the helplessness — the feeling of being overpowered, used, and violated with zero mercy.
Consequently, when we take it further into Snuff phone sex, the pleasure becomes even darker and more intense.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Pleasure

After that, I beg you to describe how you’re going to kill me. With your hand on my mouth and a knife to my throat. Truth is, I want to hear every sadistic detail: how you choke me, how my blood trickles from the first cut.
Rape phone sex fantasies
While my body convulses around your cock. Tell me how my eyes roll back as the life drains out of me.
Next comes the Bloody phone sex that pushes me over the edge.
Ultimately, I moan like a whore when you tell me you’re going to cut me. In fact, while you fuck me and slice into my flesh. Devastatingly slicing my soft skin, watching bright red blood run down my bare tits. And how it mixes with my juices and your cum.
Plus, the idea of you fucking my dying body, covered in my own blood, is so fucking arousing I can barely speak.
So yeah, rape, snuff, and bloody phone sex are my ultimate triggers. The darker and more violent the fantasy gets. Makes me wetter and more desperate. Truth be known, I crave the terror, the pain, the finality. All while you have your cock pounding me and ultimately destroy me.
I’m the girl who gets off hardest when you describe how you will snuff me. It’s the fantasy raping me, snuffing me, and leaving me in a bloody, broken mess.
If you want to explore these depraved fantasies with someone who truly gets soaked by them, call me.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Pleasures To Die For

I’m Morticia, and I’m always on the hunt for the perfect victim. It’s Necrophilia phone sex pleasures.
Simply to turn into my personal fuck toy. Even after he stops breathing.
First of all, I love the chase.
Optimally, I lure an unsuspecting man into my lair with my dark beauty and seductive smile.
Always, letting him believe he’s about to have the hottest night of his life. And, it isn’t far from the truth. After all, it will be a Hell of a night.😈🔥
Then, once I have him naked and tied down, the ceremony will begin.  First, I climb on top of his cock, and I ride. Starting slowly and deeply, I wrap my hands around his throat.
Consequently, I squeeze tighter and tighter as I fuck him. With every fucking grind of my unHoly cunt. Ultimately, feeling his cock throb harder inside me.
Simple.
The closer he gets to death, the better the arousal.
Essentially, in that moment, his eyes rolled back in his head. Then his body goes limp.  They are the highlight. Now, the real pleasure begins. Undeniably,  I keep riding his warm, lifeless cock with pure sadistic joy. Honestly, using his corpse like a fresh, still-pliable sex doll.
Next, I take my time exploring his dead body. Intoxicated on death, I pleasure my dark hunger by making out and molesting his dead corpse. First, I kiss his cold lips, suck on his tongue, and grind my dripping pussy against his face. This is my corpse, and I will fuck it however it thrills me to do so.
Even though he can no longer breathe.

My Personal Necrophilia Phone Sex Play Thing

Besides, I love sliding his still-hard cock back inside my gothic whore cunt. At the same time, fucking myself on his corpse until I cum continuously. Just feeling his cooling body beneath me.
Ultimately, there is nothing more intimate or taboo than turning a living man into my personal Necrophilia plaything. For real,I adore the silence, the lack of resistance, and the total ownership. This is what I have over his dead flesh.
Specifically, I’ll keep him with me for hours. For fucking, touching, and using every hole. That is, until his body grows too cold and stiff to enjoy anymore.
Morticia, the eternal huntress , never stops despite the heart stops beating. Another unsuspecting victim has wandered into my lair of death and now he belongs to me completely.
In fact he’s perfect, for a few hours. Warm, dead, and ready to be used as my favorite necrophilic toy.
The hunt never ends… and my dead lovers never say no.
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Accomplice Phone Sex Gets Rena Wet and Ready

I may be a victim but what I am best at is Accomplice Phone Sex. I learned from being used and abused from a young age that guys cocks get extra hard for that young pussy. And I aim to please. I am here to please men in any way necessary! If that means I fill some young pussy up with guys hard cocks and facilitate that happening, so be it. I may just take it to the extreme because after we use a young slut, I am craving on getting you the next one.

I find them at places like the park which i so cliche but it’s easy to tell the parents that aren’t paying attention.  And before they know it, little Susie Q is in back of my trunk headed over to lose her virginiity to my man.

Oh the look on your face when a new young body is tied up in your bed when you come home from work.  Her eyes swollen from the tears and her holes already used and prepped for your cock by me.  She’s red all over from the beatings. I mean I need these little young whores to get in line so I may go a bit crazy sometimes but it makes my pussy wet.

You are there without a doubt for it all. You cock pulsating harder than normal. You like to fuck a lot but something you still need that I can’t give you with my adult of age body. Thats a not of age pussy like the sluts I bring you to shove your cock into those slut holes

You ready to use some young ones with me? Nothing too extreme over here. After all, I am a snuff phone sex lover for a reason!accomplice phone sex

Violent phone sex with an evil little bitch

Violent phone sex with a little bitch like me can get wild. I mean look at this face does it look like I give a good fuck!? The sound a stupid cunt whimpering for her life makes my little pussy drip. I’m that ride or die accomplice that loves nothing more than tying up a worthless whore and watching her holes get rage fucked. I mean the kind of rage fucking that has her barely breathing and clinging onto her dear life. As I whisper in her ear that it’s lights out soon her body trembles, and your cock feels every ripple of fear that floods her stupid body making you want fill her cunt. I hold that cold blade to her nipples dragging it back and forth as you plow her. Stretch that little bitch wide open. I want to be able to stick my fist in that cunt by the time you’re done!violent phone sex

Stephanie the torture phone sex loving whore

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The last torture phone sex lover left my whore cunt dripping and my panties soaked.

In his fantasy I was just some young, stupid bimbo bitch who was dumb enough to trust him.

Answering random ads on the internet is never a good idea and he was about to teach me why.

I was looking to be a model and trying to find the cheapest photographer that I could.

After talking with him, he convinced me that he could help get my name and face out there.

He talked me into coming to his private studio so that I could model for him.

Some nice, sexy pictures would help me stand out amongst the other girls trying to make it big.

The “studio” was in a dark and creepy basement of an abandoned building downtown.

I stripped down to nothing but my panties and thigh high stockings, just like he told me to.

The camera snapped away as he got closer and closer to me.

I thought that maybe he was going to start touching me or something.

Instead, he pulled out a knife and rammed it right into my chest.

Before I could even scream, he had stabbed me over and over again.

He kept sinking that blade into my body repeatedly and calling me every name he could think of.

As he stabbed me over and over, he kept reminding me that no one could hear my screams.

My tits were shredded and blood poured from the stab wounds.

I could barely move when he got on top of me and started force fucking me.

His cock pounded into my cunt and then ripped into my asshole.

The pain was so intense that I kept blacking out.

He fucked me for hours until I went limp and started to fade out from losing so much blood.

When he knew he had fucked the life out of me, he pulled his dick out and blew one last load across my face.

I was just a stupid cumrag whore until the very end.