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Teen Rape Porn Gets Messy When Teacher Layla Breaks Up Fight

Teen Rape PornOopsie! I think I might be the worst teacher ever, but like, I’m definitely the hottest. My life is basically a teen rape porn scene come to life, especially since I started working at this school. I was just standing there in my teeny tiny pencil skirt trying to remember how to spell “cat” or something, when suddenly Britney and Nadia just started screaming!

 It was totally crazy because they’re both, like, super pregnant by the same guy, which is so messy. Instead of being mad at him, they decided to try and kill each other right in front of my desk! Britney, that poor blonde thing, had a sharp pencil, but Nadia brought a whole knife to school! I just stood there biting my lip because I didn’t want to break a nail, you know?

Then squish Nadia accidentally poked her knife right into Britney’s big tummy. It was so gross, like, her insides started coming out and everything! I just screamed and called Mr. White, our principal. He’s so scary and tall, but he always looks at my chest instead of my eyes, so I know he likes me. Everything went blurry after the sirens started. 

Britney was rushed away, and Nadia was crying so hard, but Mr. White didn’t call the police for her. He just grabbed us both and whispered that he had a “special place” where he handles discipline. He took us to this dark, private basement at a secret location. It’s so spooky down here, but kind of exciting? Nadia was shaking so much on the big metal table, and then surprise! 

The baby started coming right then and there! I didn’t even know what to do, so I just did what Mr. White told me. He’s so bossy and powerful. While he was dealing with the situation, he had me get real close to Nadia. I started playing with her nipples to keep her “distracted” while Mr. White took control of everything.

I’m just a silly girl, but I can tell Mr. White is going to keep us here for a long, long time. He said we’re his little secrets now. I’m just following orders and keeping Nadia “busy” while he decides what to do with us in the dark. It’s so much more intense than a normal classroom!

After the little one was born right after with blood still being on the infant girls body, Mr. White decided to stick his fat cock up the little one’s bottom while tossing her up and down while she screamed loudly. Then Nadia got really pissed but couldn’t do anything about it. Now it was her turn to get played with next. Mr. White ripped her pants off and started fingering her wet pregnant pussy and started raping the fuck outta her! Call me for more context Clues… (To Be Continued)

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

Murder phone sex Fantasies, deep red cum, hot sticky mess

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies aren’t something I shy away from. In fact, it’s freeing to me. I’ll pick the right one. Personally, I don’t have a favorite age, so tell me what yours is, and I’ll get the perfect one.

The little slut will scream and cry, but I’ll be soaked!

I’ll make sure you sink your cock into her deeper than what’s possible. You will be hypnotized and thrust deep into her pathetic slit.

And her agonizing screams will take me to the brink of a pussy squirt. Go ahead, sexy, mercilessly pound away.

I will reveal the instrument of torture, a cruel iron device designed to rip and tear at flesh.

Every time you pump into her unwilling hole, I will strike. and begins to mercilessly deliberate grooves into the little slut’s supple body, drawing fresh rivers of blood with each savage twist.

As the torturous act reaches its crescendo, your brutal cock throbs and pulses, erupting in a torrent of deep, viscous cum, flooding her ravaged pussy and bathing her in a hot, sticky mess. Mixed with the blood, I can’t resist, I need to get a taste. Your cum and her blood floods my senses with flavor.

Our little slave is hanging on by a thread but the brutality is far from over. With our victim now limp and helpless, we turn our attention to the other. Fucking on top of her brutalized flesh!

I want her to feel excruciating pain till the last breath. So I twist her nipples until they snap off, as you spit in her tender face.  Then to degrade her even more force her in between my legs.

Make her lick my evil cunt and I’ll piss all over her face.

That why she will be too distracted to know what you are going to do with that knife. After the Torture sex is her death. A slash to her neck, bleeding out all over me.

 

Revenge Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI would not call myself a cold stone killer phone sex babe. For most of my life men treated me like nothing more than a submissive slave. It got ingrained in me at an early age that I lacked any power. But somewhere along the line, I became a switch. Maybe with age I got wiser. But I think I got a taste for inflicting pain, not necessarily on other girls, but definitely on men.

I certainly possess killer revenge fantasies. Not a day goes by that I do not fantasize about killing or castrating the men from my youth who abused me and that includes my dad. However, I think my biggest revenge fantasy remains killing my mother. What do they call that, matricide?

If my mother never left me alone with my father, likely, my life would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would be married with a family and a normal job. Who knows. She took away a lot of my options leaving me with a man she knew would abuse me.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

Sometimes, these wicked dreams of torture sex creep into my mind while I sleep. And last night I dreamt that I ran into my mother, and after all these decades, she didn’t recognize me. She couldn’t even see the resemblance. In my dream, I encountered my mother at my local coffee shop going for a fix. I saw her there with a wedding ring on her finger, sipping her coffee like she did not have a care in the world. I saw that rock. She married well.

In my fantasy, I approached her about being her daughter, and she just laughed at me, cocked her head, and told me to fuck off. But I could tell from the nervous energy that she just lied to me. So, I apologize for mistaking her for somebody else and left. But I didn’t really leave. I hid in my car until she came out and I followed her home.

Broke into her home, grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen I could find, went into her bedroom and stabbed her 100 times. Overkill. The type of murder that the police would focus on somebody close to her. Even though I took some jewelry and stuff to stage it like a robbery, I did not feel confident that the police would suspect a robbery. But I couldn’t help it. My rage came out with each stab and before long I overkilled her.

Sometimes, The Accomplice Wants to Kill Solo

I know better than that too. As the accomplice, I’ve honed my skills that keep me flying under the radar. A seasoned accomplice knows how to stage the scene. But I let my emotions get the better of me.

And a violent phone sex kill felt deserving for the mother who abandoned me and didn’t care that her husband would abuse his daughter in her absence. As police circled in on me, I woke up thankfully. My heart raced. Such a vivid dream that it felt real. I honestly thought I killed my mother.

But that dream made me want to do it more. So, I’m signing up for one of those DNA online things thanks to my dream. I know I can’t make it look like overkill. Even though the murder of my mother feels so personal, I will kill her. And I will kill her in such a way that will ensure that I evade suspicion. The bitch deserves to die. And thanks to my dream I’ve made it my mission to find my mother and kill her for the years of abuse I suffered in her absence.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is The Best Culinary Delicacies

Cannibalism Phone Sex is my darkest culinary art. And you could be on my Menu. I’m Morticia, Your Dark Culinary Killer
Fact is, I savor every trembling word you speak. Coincidentally, cannibalism is my darkest culinary art. First, I strip you bare in my mind and inspect my ruthless loser for tonight’s Menu.
Undeniably, your pathetic cock twitches as I describe sliding a sharp blade across your chest. Furthering the leak as I describe carving slow, deliberate lines while your blood runs hot and sweet.
Next, I tie you down and season every inch of your worthless body with oil and spices. Ultimately, rubbing them deep into your skin until you’re glistening and begging.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is Your Delicious End

Then I fire up the spit and slide you onto it slowly, turning you over the flames. All while I stroke my dripping cunt to the sound of your desperate moans.
Suddenly, the heat builds, and I tell you exactly how your flesh will crisp and crackle. Undeniable, it’s my pleasure, and I’ll slice off the juiciest parts first. The best is to eat them while they’re still warm.
However, the real ecstasy hits when I describe sinking my teeth into your cooked cock, chewing slowly as your flavor explodes across my tongue. Delectable.
Finally, I devour every last piece of you, swallowing your essence while I cum hard. Leaving my body shaking with pure killer lust.
Yet the greatest thrill is knowing you’re completely gone — reduced to nothing but a satisfied meal and a memory. I live for this. I crave the power of turning a ruthless loser into my personal feast.
Call me tonight and become my next dish. I’m already sharpening my knives and licking my lips, hungry for the taste of your total surrender. This is my passion. This is my art. And you’re the perfect main course.
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Suffocation Phone Sex Breaking In Holding Pillow Over Layla

Suffocation Phone SexPlease, stay on the line… I think I heard the window in the kitchen shatter and my heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat. I’m just laying here in my thong, completely exposed, and I know exactly what’s coming for me. This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight, but as the footsteps get closer to my bedroom door, I realize my Suffocation Phone Sex fantasies are about to become a brutal, terrifying reality. 

You aren’t here for my TV or my purse; you’re here because you know I’m just a helpless, sexy slut who’s been begging for a real man to come and take what he wants. The door kicks open and the light from the hallway spills over my bed, showing me the silhouette of a predator who’s already decided I’m his prize. I try to crawl toward the headboard, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps, but you’re too fast. 

You lung for me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other reaches for the pillow. You don’t want to hear my excuses or my pleas; you just want to hear me struggle. Before I can even let out a real scream, you slam the pillow down over my face, snuffing out the sound and leaving me in a world of muffled, hot darkness.

I’m fighting for air, my lungs burning as I claw at the mattress, but you’re already ripping my lace aside. The moment you force your way inside me, hard and uncompromising, my whole body arches in a mix of pure terror and a sick, addictive heat. You’re breaking into me just like you broke into my house, stealing my pussy while I’m literally fighting for my next breath.

The weight of the pillow is crushing, forcing me to focus on every thick, heavy thrust that sends a jolt of electricity through my starving nerves. I’m a total mess, a gasping toy beneath your weight, and the more you cut off my air, the more my body betrays me by clenching around you in a desperate, suffocating grip.

Every time I think I’m going to black out, you press harder, driving me closer to an edge I’ve never touched before. By the time you finally pull the pillow away and let me gasp in a lungful of cold air, I’m completely ruined, my body shaking and my mind gone. You’ve taken everything I had to give, leaving me breathless and used on the sheets, just a slut who finally got exactly what she deserved from a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, Women Have Too

murder phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on murder phone sex fantasies. Trust me, I’ve met a few men who I wanted to strangle myself. Even a submissive, druggie whore fantasizes about killing men and sexually torturing them too.

But I’m not good in the driver seat. So, I’ve often made myself the victim to get what I need. And all I ever need is money for cocaine. However, I recently found myself in a bind. Desperate for money. But that’s nothing unusual. However, none of the normal guys willing to work with me appeared around to abuse me. The weather apparently plans to keep everybody inside. Even the demented men.

So, if I could not make a snuff sex video for money, I didn’t know what to do. I started looking at some ads on the dark net. Maybe I could find somebody new to work with. And all I found was this one little loser looking for extreme cock and ball torture. He offered a mistress $1000 to trample his dick, use a sounding device and maybe even castrate him too.

So, I figured I could pretend to be a mistress for coke money. I’ve done a few castration calls before. I don’t get them often because I am a submissive whore. However, I’m an excellent role player so I could just pretend to be a mistress. And oh my God I enjoyed this loser. But don’t worry, men, I’m still the same druggie submissive bitch you know and love. I can make a lot more money being the punching bag. A grand worth of cocaine doesn’t go far with me, not in today’s economy. So, I’m not ready to hang up my submissive hat quite yet.

Sometimes, I am So Desperate for Money I Try to Be the Mistress

But I did tear this guy’s junk up, and it felt invigorating. In my high stiletto heels, I trampled his junk and kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine many times. I used the sounding device with Ben Gay as lubrication to make it burn. And I channeled all my hatred towards a lot of these daddy Dom types into this one loser with a tiny dick. I made him cry. But usually, I’m the one crying.

Although I wanted to slice his balls off, we settled for a different type of castration. I used a castration band around his balls to cut off the circulation. And apparently, in a few days, his balls will fall off. The balls necrotize that way.

He’s been sending me pictures of his balls in various stages of decay, and they appear close to falling off. I enjoyed it. Granted I didn’t make as much money as I’m accustomed to when I’m on the other side of the abuse. But I did enjoy some extreme cock and ball torture sex with a pathetic little loser. However, guys, like I said before, I plan to stay in my lane. Being on the other end of the punching bag makes me far more money.

Killer phone sex, deep in the woods, I lure them

Killer phone sex I’m a Killer phone sex queen. I have lured so many victims to their demise and our pleasure.

When I became your accomplice, it all felt so natural. Everything falls into place when you are doing what you are meant to do.

I am meant to fuck and kill!

 

For me, it is to be soaked in blood and cum. The most fun I have had, though, is when I lure someone into the woods. Especially when it is a challenge for me. Like the last guy, a weary hunter with enough sense to know, seeing me was a red flag.

My beauty or advances didn’t phase him; his instincts told him I was a threat. He really made me step up my game. It’s so hot when I pretend to be a helpless victim. I think I told him, “I’m sorry, I just ran away from my boyfriend, and I was afraid that if I told you the truth, you wouldn’t help me, and that’s why I flashed my pussy.”

My sad story and pouty face put him at ease. See, I know which ones want to feel like a hero. I did that, and he is mine now. So, my hero says, he will help. We set off to his car, and before we are halfway, I pretend to fall. He comforts me, and I turn on those tears perfectly. He gets closer, and our lips touch.

It switches to passionate kissing, with my hand on his dick. He must have been going through a dry spell because that thing was so fucking hard. I push him down on the ground and pull it out to mount. Oh my, how good it felt to ride him as I beat his head in with a rock. Did you see that coming when you were jerking it?

When you watch me do my nasty Snuff sex thing, it makes it even better. I think the last thing he felt was my pussy squirting all over him. What a lucky guy!

 

 

 

Twisted Accomplice Assaults and Murders Your Wife

Accomplice Phone Sex FaithAccomplice Phone Sex is a second Love for me. This Time I took special care to really pay attention to detail As Gene told me how he and his wife’s sex life had fallen off. Gene has been my NSA Fuck buddy for a while, he wants more than just my pussy. But his wife is in the way. Her Prude Ass comes with a hefty insurance policy, So Why Not set her up, and subdue her.

I pretended to be their sexual relations therapist. Urging her to open her mind and indulge her sexual prowess. We had tried him giving her oral, while I bore witness. Making her explain in great detail , exactly what her husband of 20 years was doing to her pussy that felt good.

A Handful of fuck sessions, Different positions.

Making Megan Be as descriptive as she could about  the things Gene was doing to her pussy. How wet she was. What felt good. It was all such a bore.

Then I suggested we introduce bondage. I duct taped Meg to the day bed in their living room. Undressing her, and kissing her sensually. Thinking maybe if I could get her to bed with me, I could turn her out right in front of Gene. He watched and I Sucked on his wife’s pussy. My tongue finding all her nooks and crannies, and my tongue exploring the depths of her holes.

My Goal wasn’t to Expand Her Sexual Horizons, It was much darker than that

After I teased and Tasted Meg. Megan, Restrained to the daybed. Legs wide. Genes cock hard and Throbbing. “Use Her Holes Hard!” I commanded. “Fuck Meg Like a whore and don’t stop until she cums on your dick!”. My words spliced the air like a ginsu.

Gene Fucked Meg Hard. I could Tell by her whine and whimper she had never been fucked that way.

Making My way behind Meg, I would duct tape around her throat and began pulling. Tightening around her neck. Gene pumped that prude pussy deeper. He Shoved his cock deep, and I pulled the tape tight.

“I’m not your therapist. I’ve been fucking your Husband for almost 2 years. Claiming your Husband, Securing your money, and Ending your life is My Goal… Die Bitch!”

“Fuck her harder Gene”

Gene Pumped his cock deep, fucking her hard and fast. The minute Megan came part and started climaxing, I leaned all my weight back choking the light out of her eyes. Her cunt so tight around Gene that it almost pinched.  Megan Gave in and her body had the hardest orgasm, as she neared the end of her l Her Husband pumping his life mate full of wasted seed.

Now.. how in the fuck am I going to get rid of Gene?

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