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Snuff Sex and My Experiences

snuff sexSo I had this ex that I thought was just into snuff sex watching it until one day, I found out how serious he really was.  I showed up to his house on a Friday for movie night.  Drank some wine, smoked some weed, chilling like a villan. He started looking at me in a way he never had. He reached over and kissed me on the neck passionately only this time he took a big bite out of my neck, I screeched like a hyena because it caught me off guard. He then smacked me across the face telling me to shut the fuck up.  Each time he got aggressive, I stared at his cock and knew it was getting harder with every bit of pain I felt.

Bondage was our thing but this was different this night.  As I tried getting away from him wonderig, WTF. he threw his hand in front of my house and started dragging me across the living room floor until we reached a small table with a knife. He took that knife and put it to my throat as he unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard cock already throbbing with precum into my helpless little mouth.

He shoved it in and pulled it out almost to tease me, slapping it in my face. Tears rolling down my face at a faster pace and all he could say was “we will use your tears as lube so keep on crying bitch”. He now was ripping my clothes off with the knife like a mad man.  I laid there shocked and scared.  I wanted his cum to squirt out all over me more than ever. I wanted that cum and I started fixating on it. I complied until I saw my chance to come.

He thrust his throbbing cock deep into my pussy and was looking around for how to snuff me out. I knew  the face he gets when he’s about to unload the jizz. Thrusting me hips up faster I held him inside me to point he started freaking out not wanting to get evidence before the snuff and it threw him off. I took my chance to get out and run. Almost got him to fulfill his snuff sex fantasy. Not today Mr.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Oh My God

blasphemy phone sexBlaphemy phone sex may be crossing the line with some but when you grew up as a preachers niece, you either were a good girl or a really bad one.  I was the whore of the church for sure.  I thought they needed to spice things up around there so when I first came, I made sure to show up as a tiny little girl with no panties. My parents never knew that I would take my pantie off in the car on the way to Sunday school.  I would sit with my legs spread wide open so that the male teachers had the best look.

Oh boy did I learn how quickly a cock could get on Sunday mornings from a young age.  A lot of times they would pretend I needed to go in timeout and the teachers would act all angry to with.  Even as young as I was and I am talking way too young to be as devious as I was, I knew these men weren’t really mad.  They would take me to the timeout room. I remember one of the men asking me why I was tempting him. Something about it must be a test from God.

My response was to lick my fingers and start playing with my bald pussy.  I can’t tell you why.  However I told the first Sunday school teacher that I had this encounter with that God wanted him to lick my pussy.  Oh that bad naughty boy is going to hell for sure eating that young little pussy.  Then I told him God told me I needed to put his pee pee as I called it back then, in my mouth.

So of course we needed to listen.  He came so quickly, which was good because the other teacher, which may have been his wife, came looking for him.  I put on the good girl act for her saying I was sorry and that the male teacher made me realize I needed to behave in class.

Of course the next class, I misbehaved again just to get that cock in my young pussy. Every Sunday for years.  I have no shame, do you?

Mutilation Phone Sex Will Cut You Up Good

Mutilation phone sex started when I was much younger.  I started realizing my pussy would get super wet when I would cut myself.  A boyfriend of mine would love watching me bleed. So much so that he would jack off to me slowly cutting into my skin and watching a sharp knife penetrate my skin.  Something about watching that blood bubble up and shoot out from my skin or his, it made our little cocks and clits want nothing more than to get close to each other and bang all our cum out of each other.

As I grew up, I realized I was often cutting myself and watching my friends cut into their skin was the best orgasm for me.  I keep pushing it to the extreme every time.  I will carve out chunks in my skin or my partners skin. I will burn my skin or theirs to watch the pain inflicted and the greater the pain, the more likely my pussy is to be soaking wet.  Same goes for a cock that is into the same thing.

Most of the time for me, mutilation comes in form of knife play phone sex.  However, sometimes it can be other things.  Sometimes I will bite the skin off my partner and watch their skin bruise up or becomes deformed looking.  I may tie someone up so tight that they turn purple at their extremeties.  My favorite is when I can take my long acrylic nails and scratch them up like they just got in a fight with a Bobcat.  I will cut hair too when I’m feeling really frisky.

Anything to make my pussy start to tickle and eventually explode.  What are your mutilation ideas that make your cock get hard? I’d love to hear all about them!

Kidnapping Phone Sex

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex is one of my favorites.  Picture this scenario.  Trembling with fear as I see the moonlight hit your eyes. I‘be never seen those eyes before or after that day. I will never forget.  Pale blue with no soul behind them. Taking a cloth forcing it over my mouth until I went back to sleep. I drifted in and out of consciousness but pretended I was out. My limp body thrown over your shoulder. Dressed in my Frozen nightgown, no shoes, and my small cotton underwear wouldn’t be white for long

You took me to an older vehicle that smelled of cigarettes and booze. The old leather seats was now my new bed as you laid me down in the backseat. You quickly jumped into the front seat Snd sped off.  Next thing I remember is being laid in the woods completely naked with your big strong hairy body over me and your monster cock out, hard as a rock.

I noticed how wet I was and hoped you didn’t get mad that I had peed myself. I stayed silent as you took that hard cock and forced your way into my Virgin pussy hole. Aching in pain and frozen in fear. Next, you thrust that large dock in me so hard and so deep. I felt a pop Snd heard you mutter something about my blood.

Finally, as you got harder and I felt throbbing between my top walls of my little hole. You got more aggressive with each thrust. You hit me, pulled my hair, beat me while your cock had all the control. You got louder and louder with each thrust. Until at last, you put your hands around my neck, choking me until I had been snuffed out completely. At least that was the goal. What type of rape phone sex fantasies do you want to play out with me?

Evil Phone Sex, How Low Can You Go

Evil Phone SexMy evil phone sex fantasies are naughty and taboo.  I like blood, knives, torture, kidnapping, being an accomplice, getting snuffed out, etc. Basically you name it,  I am down. Victim play definitely suits me. Something about my body helpless and at the mercy of my captor and their cock’s desires.  They can cut me up, torture me, put their hands around my neck as they pump that hard cock throbbing into my pussy.

Other girls may not admit they like the feeling of that cock getting harder in them. The rougher and more vulgar a guy gets, the wetter my pussy feels.  What is there not to like?

As someone holds a sharp knife at your throat and you are within millimeters from life or death. All control in the hands of the guy holding it. That feeling his cock gets as he thrusts inside my slut hole dripping with my juices down him, it makes me quiver.  His cock gets harder and harder each thrust as he screams at me and puts more pressure on that knife.  It’s so naughty yet so good.

Or as you are getting kidnapped and bound, staring in between the captors legs at that cock growing. Knowing they are getting off on hurting and scaring you.  You think you may die and he is growing by the second at your cries for help and whimpers.

Also, tears role down your chin.  He can’t get his cock out fast enough to fuck your helpless little body.  That’s all you are is another body to him.  To get used to drain the creamy white cum from his balls. Your pussy, mouth, or ass being his dumping ground and he has no use for you after.

Yet you get that feeling, that tingly one in your clit.  You know you shouldn’t love it but you just say “Take me and make me yours” because you secretly love how evil things get.  Those are the people that get me.  Dirty mind is too tame, but evil minds are the ones you need to look out for.

Castration Phone Sex Cut off Your Cock

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Castration phone sex, don’t run, let me explain. For some of my guys, they have a fantasy about us helping them walk through the cutting off of their dick.  They want us to help them in the process. They want step by step instructions to slicing through the skin of their dick. They love hearing our squeels before they chop off their manhood right there on the phone for us.

It’s exhilirating to hear the pain in their voices.  They are terrified but their job is to listen to instructions and that is what they do.

The blood that spatters everywhere and is described while the man on the other line takes a knife and slowly punctures the base of that nice long cock.  We could leave a stub, right? But if we are going for gold, it all must come off.  Lorena Bobbit has nothing on us over here.

We are cutting dicks off and laughing about it. Talk about evil phone sex. I can’t help my devious ways. I may be the perfect small little petite innocent victim but even victims need to have some fun too.

The pain and terror on the other line makes my pussy squirt in excitement.  I want to take that dismembered cock and thrust it up my pussy.  The perfect dildo that if only I could keep forever, trust me I would.

You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to take a knife and take off the cock of someone I’m with as a prize or souvenir.  Knowing they are going to fuck me and leave, this way I have a part of them that they can’t take.  I may be a little obsessed with knife play phone sex.

These type roles are taboo but I love the pain, the blood, the terror, the screaming, the taboo nature of it all, it’s so hot and makes me so wet.

I just can’t help myself….

Violent Phone Sex Scary Stuff

violent phone sex You wouldn’t think it could get so violent phone sex wise since you are on the phone.  However, I rememeber one of the first ones I did, I felt like I was there.  There were knives slashing throats, screams in high pitched horror begging for their lives that were about to come to an end at the hands of my caller.  He had a deep voice that demanded his victims listen and listen carefully.  If they didn’t, he would have no problem putting his hands around their necks.  He was evil and wouldn’t kill right away.  He had the timing down to choke them just before they went unconscious.  Let go some so they could breathe and let their guard down. Then again, he repeats. He gets a kick out of them thinking he’s going to let them live until suddenly, when you think he’s given up trying to snuff you out, you are choked until you don’t come back.

The evil giggle he let out after each one of the victims was gone.  The way he used the different knives to strategically cut them into pieces so they would be easier to get out of the house.  The way he put his finger in the blood after it started coming out and grinned from ear to ear saying “it’s like steak, well done.”

Dark, evil, twisted, and it’s just how I like it.  Come into this world of mine sometime, it’s sure to mess you up as much as it’s messed up me.

Babysitter Phone Sex Nightmare

babysitter phone sex renaBabysitter phone sex call, a true story. I just started to babysit when I would get these calls on the home phone saying “I am watching you through the window, I am going to rape your pussy and cut you open you little whore.” Being young and naive, I thought it surely had to be boys from school overhearing I had my first babysitting job so I didn’t take it seriously.  The next night, when the kids went to bed, I laid down on the couch, changing into my nightie knowing the parents would be out real late and they said I could crash there.

As I fell asleep, the phone rang again. “You look beautiful in that nightie, you’d look better with my cock ramming your insides until they are inside out.” At that point, there had been quite a few random calls and it was silly to me. “Stop pranking me, I am not falling for this again. Don’t you have homework”

The voice behind the phone turned terrifying as he started describing in detail the underwear I had in my drawer at home and all my clothes in my closet. I lived next door to the house I was at.  He threatened to hurt my family if I didn’t come outside in between the houses and suck his cock.  I hung up hoping this creep would just give it up as I knew he just wanted to scare me and it was working.  He didn’t give up. He called back again.

“Tell me what you would do to my cock or I will kill your fucking family.  Suck my cock on the phone with me you dumb whore”

I started complying, while terrified with fear, and he seemed to settle for phone sex vs. needing to have sex in person, for now at least.  My nightmare would continue later but for now, he squirted his cum all over my phone as I sucked it down on the other end of the line.  “Good job Rena, you kept your family alive, one mistake, and they are gone. Be a good whore Rena. We will be in touch.

Accomplice Phone Sex Lets Play It Out

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On a recent accomplice phone sex call, we sure enjoyed a fun time finding the perfect little victim.  Our setting we decided on was a movie theater.  We were going to put some pills in the drinks of a family we could get close enough to sit by.  The mom, and kids would be a lot easier to trick if they were drugged up.  I slipped some in the first two little ones drinks before the older two and their mom got up to go to the bathroom.  You distracted the groggy two young ones while I slipped the pills in.  Luckily, the theater wasn’t crowded so no one really saw a thing. This snuff sex thing started getting me wet by this point, running on adrenaline alone.

Then we left the theater with the whole family wobbling around.  I went and told the theater I didn’t think the mom was safe to drive.  The kids had run out the door before the mom, they couldn’t get back in.  We told them we would help them get in to just come to the car and I’d call the theater but my cell phone was in the car.

We then threw the two youngest in the car and bound them, and threw them in the trunk.  You got the littlest girl out first and started taking her clothes off.  I grabbed them to burn them later and put them in my purse.  I undressed the second girl. Your cock was hard as a rock from adrenaline I believe.  I told you to hurry before anything was discovered with them missing.  You got off twice in minutes like superman pounding those tight little innocent, drugged up pussys like there was no tomorrow.  I took a video on my phone so you could jack off at a later date.  Towards the end, you took their own pants, tied it around their necks, and strangled them as you came in their bald little pussys.  Our date became a way to live out your murder phone sex fantasies too. You said it was the best two orgasms you ever had.  We left them there for dead, burned the stuff, and came back to your house and had the best sex ever the rest of the night.  I can’t wait to do it again sometime!

Bloody Phone Sex Makes Quite The Cleanup

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From the latest bloody phone sex call, a true story.  Walking in the apartment, I saw the blood from the steps. Little spatter and footprints leading away from house. I had a horrible feeling as I approached to see the door cracked and blood oozing down the first hallway and piled up at the ledge of the door.

Next, as I entered deeper in the house, my shoes encountering so many puddles of blood that it sounded like  walking outside during a rainstorm sloshing around in rain puddles.  I knew my footprints were tracking it even worse in the blood filled house, making a bigger mess than currently was there, but I truly didn’t care one bit.  I wanted to get to my loved ones.

I saw the house had nothing on but black lights. On the TV was a satanist movie playing on repeat.  Music eerily played from upstairs bedroom.

I started seeing body parts scattered throughout the house at random.  I saw the hand of my loved one who I could only identify by her wedding ring.  I picked it up expecting it to be warm but it was cold and very stiff.  I next saw the foot of a woman I only knew by the painted toes.  I saw a leg close by after that with part of a dildo stuck to it.  I walked up the stairs and saw on the computer screen, a montage of photos playing that basically played out the murders of these people in this house.

In still pictures, one by one, I saw them cut up with a knife, cut up into pieces once deceased, raped after they were gone even.  Finally, to top it off, I watched these men squirt cum from their rock hard dicks jacking off over the dead bodies.

It was something out of a nightmare or one crazy knife play phone sex call.  Can you top that?