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Snuff Sex with your young one
Snuff Sex on a Sunday morning does not sound too bad, fuck your daughter’s cunt daddy and fuck it good, A kinky teen freak that loves to cream on daddy’s cock, Daddy is a sick twisted pedophile that enjoys molesting both of his little ones, 
His baby girl’s sweet pussy keeps him hard as a rock, the smell of it makes him leak precum. Daddy loves to force her to take his thick dick in all holes, smelling her arm pits as he takes her pussy. Fucking her missionary and smelling her toes drives him wild, as of lately he has been choking her while forcing her to take his cock, sometimes with his bare hand’s other times with a belt or tie, the last time he used a tie he went a little too far and she passed out.
He was able to bring her back, can’t say the same for his tranny daughter, Daddy was deep in her boy pussy, big hands wrapped around her throat squeezing ever so tightly, every stroke his grip got tighter and she fought harder, which only excited daddy even more, His strong hands squeezed her larynx to the point she couldn’t breathe.
She fought until she had no fight left, and her body went limp in daddy’s arms. Needless to say, that didn’t stop him, he fucked her little lifeless body until he came deep inside her corpse. It’s only a matter of time before he offs his sweet youngest daughter because sex with dead bodies turn him on so much.
Snuff Sex is the Perfect Christmas Gift
I’m all about a snuff sex Christmas. Let’s just say that I think a few folks do not deserve to be alive on Christmas Day. Perhaps you could consider me an evil Santa Claus. But in my mind, I’m helping society. I’m making the world a better place. One of my favorite things to do this time of year involves porch pirates. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term. Losers who decide to steal other people’s packages for Christmas. I consider them to be the grinches or the scrooges not me.
My local news reported a porch pirate ring, but I knew there had to be a ringleader. If I cut the head off the snake, the rest becomes useless. So, I set up a trap to be able to catch who’s pulling the strings. And the trap turned out to be easy. I just ordered myself a bunch of Amazon shit and left it on the porch. I hid my ring in a non-obvious place to be able to catch the culprit without the culprit knowing that I caught him or her on camera.
And once I caught this bitch, she became a snitch immediately. Pissed herself too, so I killed her. I got what I needed from her. And I gave the wildlife behind my house a holiday meal. Her mother-in-law turned out to be the leader. She couldn’t wait to give her up. A middle-class woman who lives in a nice neighborhood does not need to be stealing packages or running a small crew of porch pirates. She’s killing the Christmas spirit not me. So, I thought she deserved some killer phone sex.
I’m The Grinch Who Saved Christmas
I lured her way almost as easily as I did her daughter-in-law. But this bitch did not receive a quick death. She didn’t deserve it. This bitch did not need to steal other people’s presents. Plus, according to the dead daughter-in-law, she blackmailed everybody in her family into doing her dirty work. So, she deserved a slow, torturous death. And I consider that my specialty.
I’m sure that bitch and her family consider me the Grinch who stole Christmas. But everybody else knows the real Grinch was her. I carved her up like a Christmas turkey. First, I carved porch pirate across her chest, slicing off her nipples too. Then I plunged the knife into her belly button. If you do it just right, you can watch them attempt to keep their insides from spilling out of the open wound.
I made sure this bitch knew what she stood trial for. And why I prolonged her agony. Her actions had consequences. All actions have consequences. And her consequence left her gutted like a pig. I loved watching her take her final breath and every labored breath before that last one too. I may be a statistic phone sex bitch, but I’m the Grinch that saved Christmas. Just nobody will know that but us.
Kidnapping Phone Sex is on Your Naughty List This Christmas
Kidnapping phone sex fantasies appear easier to make happen during the holiday season. The malls seem packed with brats. Some with their parents or big sisters, but many of them alone. Ripe for the picking. That is, if you hire the right accomplice.
Young boys and girls still possess a lack of stranger danger for women. Parents should raise their young ones to understand that women can be just as evil. Behind every good P man is a woman who helped him be all he could be. Although it’s true that initially when I bought my freedom from my former master one brat at a time, I felt guilty about my actions. But now I realize most of these girls grow up to be bitches and gold diggers and cheating whores, so why should I feel guilty.
Jon wanted a little blonde waif of a girl for Christmas. And I’m Santa’s evil helper so I brought him just what he needed for his teen rape porn. And I found her easy to lure away. I took her on a little shopping spree and then I brought her home. But not her home or my home. I brought her to Jon’s Vrbo home he rented. That’s where we planned to film his spank bank video. However, Jon did not want his little teen kidnap victim to act willingly. And this little girl felt like a natural whore.
Let’s Kidnap and Fuck Your Teen Wet Dream
So, I instructed him to fuck her hard and choke her, even slap and punch her to elicit the reaction he wanted from her. If you want to get off on a girl’s fear, you must give her something to be afraid of. And young girls nowadays grow up with porn at their fingertips. They grow up in a world where sex tapes, being in a sugar baby or having an only fans account are the quickest ways to make money. So, to make a girl afraid of sex, you need to get rough with her.
With a few slaps and chokes, she showed the fear he wanted. She screamed, and she cried. She even fought a little. And she appeared to be a virgin. For all her initial daddy talk when she first saw him, I assumed she was nothing more than a little skank. But his dick looked covered in virgin blood. And the camera loved that.
He fucked her for hours. And this teen film turned into a snuff porn quickly. She died while he fucked her, but that’s because he discovered that he enjoyed being rough with her. I filmed her taking her last breath as he came deep inside her virgin cunt. Too bad he couldn’t restrain himself because we could’ve made a lot more videos with that little girl. The camera loved her. But the world appears full of hot teen whores. So, we can find him another one just as easily. Who can I kidnap for you this Christmas?
To Make a Teen Rape Porn, You Need an Accomplice Like Me
Men contact me because they want to make a teen rape porn. And they need an accomplice to make that happen for them. Most men don’t know how to protect themselves from such nefarious things. So, they reach out to a professional accomplice like me to take care of the nitty-gritty details that keep them off the radar of the police.
Alex needed my help. One of his coworker’s teenage daughter cock teases him. She flirts with him at office gatherings and parties. And he told me he just can’t take it anymore. He wants to fuck her. He wants to explore his dark desires for teenage pussy.
But I cautioned him about using her as his teen porn star. Teen girls are a special breed. And they can be difficult to keep quiet. She could ruin him. And since she knows him, she holds more power over him. I suggested a surrogate. A look-alike girl that I would find for him. But he insisted he wanted Erica.
So, I told him as his accomplice phone sex partner that he should remain quiet and wear a mask so she could not identify her attacker. And I would need to drug her to cloud her memory. And he agreed to those terms. I’m not only protecting my client but myself also. I kidnapped the whore on Friday night, and my client enjoyed her tight little holes all weekend long. I just kept her drugged up. So, she wasn’t very responsive as he fucked her. But I did hear a few moans.
As Your Accomplice, I Take the Risks So You Can Enjoy the Fun
He’d go home at night and sleep in bed with his wife after telling her he spent the day golfing. We couldn’t do anything too out of the ordinary to draw suspicion on him. But his wife never got word of the missing girl. I think because as a hot teen slut, her parents assumed she ran away or just took off to hang with her friends for the weekend or something. Likely they did not report her missing immediately.
So, he enjoyed some fun. He fucked her pussy and her ass. And he wore the mask and never spoke to her like I instructed. He enjoyed exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his coworker’s teen slut daughter. And I cleaned her all up. Even gave her a douche to try to flush out all his DNA. I dressed her back up and dumped her in a park where she would be found. I doped her up with ketamine, but not enough to kill her. Just enough to blur that memory. She won’t remember anything we did to her.
And although there will be trauma to her pussy and ass, no one will know if she asked for that at some party where she experimented with drugs or if she got kidnapped and brutalized. I took all the risk so my client could have all the fun. And I can do it for you too.
Blasphemy Sex HAIL SATAN!!
Blasphemy Sex is something just any ole sadistic can’t enjoy. It takes being a fairly sikk fuck to turn away from all that one is taught. Haven’t we all been indoctrinated? I know my shitty family absolutely tried to pour their supposed Christ into my veins. I believe that is why most people who want to be totally evil just simply can’t go to the ultimate levels of sadism. They believe in a higher power.
Not me! I don’t believe in the fake skydaddy god that you all do. I don’t have some moral compass keeping me from reaching the highest levels of depravity . Hell, I just had to watch a double dose of gangbang rape porn just to get my pussy wet. We are obviously not built the same. Sadism is the only thing that remotely gets me excited. Chanting “Hail Satan” while the devils dick is shredding innocent young pussy is the beat to my drum.
Can you handle the wrath?
While others are simply masturbating to rape phone sex fantasies I am actually working hard every day to make those fantasies actual realities. I consider it my personal job to escalate my level of nastiness and bring all of you sick perverted fucks along for the ride with me. The question is can your soul handle wrestling with Satans Goddess? Are you willing to face your saviors wrath for following me into the fires of Hell’s corruption? I warn you now that is a one way fucking ticket with no chance of a u-turn. Your soul will belong to me and the evil spirits that I serve.
Ill be sure to have some innocent young bald pussy ready when you decide to join me on the dark side. Just remember when your being my secret Satan that the fire is hot and your explosion might be sizzling in a way you never expected.
Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date
I enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.
I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.
But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.
So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.
Men We Do Not Exist for You
I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.
This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.
I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.
For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.
Taboo Phone Sex Whores Never Lead Dull Lives
The life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.
And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.
With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.
Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.
This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine
I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.
A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.
One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead
Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.
I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.
I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.
Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Way For Pleasure
First things first, I am Morticia and I am also a Sadistic. That makes it easy to understand that Sadistic Phone Sex is the best kind of pleasure for me. Well, at least that is legally allowed. In reality I get off on hurting men, women, and little fucking brats.
What makes me so sadistic? Likely a pattern in my DNA, not unlike a serial killers need to kill, torture, and make another’s life meaningless. This is Snuff Phone Sex. Truth is when I am even slightly annoyed with an shydiot I only imagine them in compromising positions with me over them. And I will be wielding a nice choppy thing.
Sadistic Phone Sex, It’s What Gets Me Off
Last night I took to going n a blind date. What a disaster. I mean that whole “Blind date” is the dead give away. Right?! So there I was miserable with the biggest loser Marilyn Manson freak. (Seriously why did my friend even believe this shydiot was remotely my type? Oh he wore all black and liked to be dramatic.
Now, sure he was tall. And that did mean he was hung. SO obviously I played with the little toy for a bit to get that dick. But everything will go darker quick. As we were making out I bit his lip and made it bleed. And jesus fucking Christ the dude about had a god damned panic attack!
By this time I took his belt and slipped it around his neck. As I pulled the leather strap through the loop. YOu know essentially tightening it around his neck. I straddled him and cooed at his stupid bitch ass about how he wants to be a gothic god. Then come join me in a dark mass.
Finally as I took his rather long dick inside my cunt and rode it I teased him some more with Domination phone sex. Then I pulled the belt tight and watched the lights go out. At this point I had a great orgasm on his dead mans dick.
Bondage Phone Sex Slave Blair is Up for Auction
Bondage phone sex sluts never shop on Black Friday. We prefer to get high on holidays and any day. I told my husband I needed money to go shopping for Black Friday. But he knows about my cocaine use. He just doesn’t know how much I use. So, he wouldn’t give me any money. He told me I could have his credit cards to shop with, but no cash. And drug dealers don’t take credit cards. Not even nowadays. So, I had to find my money elsewhere.
I answered an ad in a paper looking for a bondage whore. I’ve been tied up plenty of times. So, I figured no big deal right. I showed up at this warehouse where the guy I spoke to on the phone told me to go. Anything down in the docks feels unsafe as well as unsavory. But when I’m desperate for cocaine money, I don’t have much choice.
Two guys greeted me at the door. One of them obscured his face with an executioner’s mask. Seeing him like that, scared the fuck out of me. And with good reason. The guy I talked to was simply the snuff porn director. The one filming it all.
The executioner guy tied me up. He set it up to look like a slave auction. The director filmed it, but it seemed more like a live stream than a snuff flick. The executioner whipped me so hard I could feel blood dripping down my back.
One of These Days I Will Die for a Fix
However, I suddenly realized this livestream was not necessarily for viewers to jack off watching. A real bidding war ensued. I tried to play dumb so that I could figure out how to get myself out of this situation. I quickly realized I would not be leaving if I didn’t get creative.
The executioner started whipping me with a variety of objects. All of them made me feel like a slave in the 1400s. And apparently the director wanted to sell me like one too. What the fuck did I get myself into? I acted like I passed out. My threshold for pain increases every year. So, I can handle flesh peeling from my body.
They thought they broke me. And at that moment they cut me down. And I ran like a bat out of hell. Barefoot, bleeding and with ripped clothes. I did not even collect my money because I knew no money existed. I fell for a scam. These men planned on selling me to the highest bidder online for God knows what.
I’m certain I just escaped a snuff phone sex death. Because whoever they sold me to would use me until they grew bored and then they would kill me. Luckily, I left my keys in the car so I could drive home and clean myself up before my husband came home. He never knows how close to death I often get because of my drug habit. But in my defense, if he would just give me money for cocaine, I would not risk my life like I do.













