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Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Keep My Cunt Wet

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are what keep my cunt wet. I have a sick fuck buddy who likes to talk about snuffing out little girls while we fuck. He knows I am a far cry from the maternal type. He hit on me at the mall months ago when he witnessed me smack a little girl for being an unruly brat. He figured a girl who would slap someone else’s brat in public would be his kind of girl. We got fucked up on some laced weed last week. Some sort of hallucinogenic mixed with cannabis had us hunting for a little girl no one would miss. We found one at the truck stop. A lot lizard’s little brat. She was fucking in a truck somewhere and left her angel tied to a pole. We liberated her. If her mommy was going to discard her like that for a quick few bucks, we were certain we could pay for her cunt so we didn’t have to worry about one of those missing brat alerts.  She emerged from the trailer to find my friend holding her baby girl. I gave her $500 and said we are going to keep her now. No fight, no fuss, no regrets. The little thing was just what my lover needed. We took her to this abandoned house in the neighborhood to do very bad things to her little body. I gave her a special cocktail to numb her. My accomplice had a raging hard cock as I pulled apart her little holes to show him she was untouched. I was surprised because skanks like her mama will let men doing whatever to their girls for a buck. We got our $500 out of that angel too. She got force fucked in both holes. Kicked around like a soccer ball and tortured until she was dead. We enjoyed making a homemade snuff porn with something so tiny and innocent, but our next little victim we plan to keep around as a sex slave and punching bag a bit longer.

Accomplice Phone Sex: Hunting and Killing for Two Please

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls are among my favorite. I talk to loser after loser who wants to be killed or castrated by a goth bitch, so it is nice to talk and plot with an equal. Killing is fun, but it is more fun with a friend. Ted calls me weekly because he has certain urges. I have the same urges. I find it hard in today’s world to not kill every mother fucker who pisses me off. For Ted, he likes to do bad things to little girls and boys. I don’t like little ones, so I am the perfect accomplice for your rape phone sex fantasies. I castrate men and eat their testicles, clearly, I have no taboos. Ted and I planned on kidnapping twins. Young twins we found at the mall not being properly watched by their mother. She was in the bathroom scoring a drug fix while Ted was shoving her brats into the back of my van. I watched her as she emerged from the bathroom in a drug induced haze. She still was not looking for her spawn as I went to my van to meet Ted. He was already violating their little bodies when I joined the fun. I took us to a secluded area. The perfect place to dump bodies. This area was also good because the brats could scream all they wanted and no one would be alerted to their distress. Ted’s cock was bloody from fucking such young fuck holes. The twins were passed out from the fucking. I looked at it as liberating them from their neglectful whore mommy. I don’t have sympathy for anyone. I am a narcissist and a sociopath. I have an impulse disorder also. All my closest friends have impulse control issues too, which makes it more fun to hang, hunt and kill with friends. Once Ted had fucked them near death, I just finished them off. Slit their throats and dumped them in the woods for the wolves. Now I need to hunt again. You game?

Snuff Porn Accomplice

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Snuff porn is foreplay for me. I don’t have fuck buddies. I don’t really have much desire for men. I find most of you pathetic and annoying. I need a sick bastard. So, I audition men. They come over, we drink some booze, smoke some weed and watch a sick video or two. If they are aroused and not appalled, I usually fuck them. Sometime, I find a real gem like Hank. Not only did this snuff video we watched get his cock hard, it gave him ideas. He suggested we go hunting. We went to Walmart. Not to get a gun, but to pick up some trailer trash whore and kill her. Walmart is known for its high ratio of skanks. We found one with a little angel. One for each of us to enjoy snuffing out. I had dibs on the crack whore. He took dibs on the blued eyed angel. It was a two for one special. I love torturing trailer park trash. They just drain our economy and don’t take care of their brats. Hank took care of her brat. I made her mommy watch as he split her open. She was so tiny and his cock was huge. Her mom didn’t seem to care about her brat getting assaulted. All she could do was whine about needing a fix. She pissed me off. Her little angel was getting force fucked by Hank and all she cared about was the crack pipe. I snuffed the bitch. Slit her throat in front of her daughter. I told the little girl I was her mommy now and that if she didn’t want to end up like her old mommy, she better be very good to daddy. That little squirt starting sucking Hank’s cock like her life depended on it. Clearly way smarter than her dead whore mommy. We might have to keep this one alive for a while. She gonna be a good fuck slave.

Castration Phone Sex Tales

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Castration phone sex is a popular fetish in the phone industry. Many men love to jack off to the thought of a bitch in charge chopping off their nuts. It is the ultimate domination fantasy for men. Is it for you? I’m skilled at junk removal because I have had some real life experiences. Men have paid me good money to remove their nuts. I am not one to say no to fun money. I call it fun money for two reasons. One, it is fun to make sure losers cannot reproduce or have that much fun in the bedroom. Second, the money paid to me by losers funds my travel to exotic places like the Caribbean. Last week, Troy decided to part with his nuts. He had hired me in the past but backed out on several occasions. I told him third time is the charm. If he backed out, I was going to hunt him down, remove his balls with pliers and let him bleed out. He knew I was serious. That may have lit the fire under his ass. He came to my place. I had all the instruments laid out. I cleaned the castration chair, which was my grandpa’s execution chair from the 60s in an old prison that shut down. Did I tell you my gramps was a doctor who injected the lethal dose of potassium to death row inmates? I think I inherited some of his sick enjoyment of torture sex and killing. Troy got a shot of Jack Daniels before I clipped his balls with my hedge clippers. There was a lot of blood, but that was on purpose. I wanted him weak and in pain. I didn’t kill him. He was a big boy. Would have been hard to dispose of his body. But, I let him know as I cauterized his wound that if he spoke of my service to anyone, I would hunt him down and snuff him out. I took his $10,000 tribute and felt secure that I scared the piss out of him.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies

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Killer phone sex fantasies run deep with me. My fantasies, however, are not all fantasies. I am a skilled serial killer. The key to not being detected is not killing in your backyard; patience; killing with a varied M.O. and never killing on impulse. People come to me to do their dirty work. I charge a pretty penny for killing on your behalf, but it is a win win for us both. You line my pockets and you get rid of your problem without going to prison. It is not only men who hire me. This week a woman found me on the Dark Net. She was looking to have her husband killed in a brutal fashion. He was a no good cheating bastard. I knew exactly what to do with him. I set him up catfish style. He thought he was meeting a blonde goddess in a hotel room, but a goth chick with a nice big knife. He acted like he had the wrong room. I told him I was a friend of his wife’s. The look on his face was priceless. He looked like he saw a ghost. I threw my knife at his cheating crotch, penned him against the door like a squashed bug. He started bleeding rather profusely from the wound. I sat on the edge of the bed as he cried and bled, rubbing my pussy. I waited until he was looking pale as a ghost from blood loss. Before I finished him off, I sliced his cock off, shoved his cheating dick down his throat and choked him to death on his own dick. Teach him to cheat again. Oh wait. He is dead. He will never cheat again. I called up my client, told her the dick was dead and sent her some disturbing selfies as proof. I may not have sex with dead bodies, but I certainly have fun with them. I’m a sick bitch.

Castration Phone Sex: The Best Part is What I Do with Your Nuts Afterwards

castration phone sex Castration phone sex is hands down the sickest fun I can have on the phone. I love telling losers exactly what I am going to do to their testicles. My pussy gets wet at the graphic detail. Every loser who calls me for this specialty is different. I never remove two guys’ junk the same way. Where is the fun in that for me? Variety is the spice of life. I enjoyed telling a loser last night after I removed his balls with a castration band and a rusty saw, that I was going to deep fry his nuts and eat them. My spin on Rocky Mountain oysters. As he laid there in pain, bleeding all over the place, I was deep frying his nuts in olive oil and scallions. They ended up looking like fried perogies, just a lot smaller. Not quite as tasty either. Sat down across from him and ate his balls. I’m not a savage. Of course, I offered him some too. He tried to politely refuse, so I forced a few bites down his throat. Your host offers you something to eat, you eat it, even if it is your own balls. How do you think I will remove your nuts? I will let you in on a little secret. The best part is not removing your balls; it is what I do with them afterwards.

Snuff Porn Sunday, Bloody, Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.

Snuff Porn Accomplice

snuff pornSnuff porn is hot to watch. The sad thing is that most of what you find on line is fake. I have made many a real snuff film; I know when I am watching a fake one. Watching even the fake ones, stirs up the mad murdering goddess in me, however. They make me crave for another kill. Like a vampire smelling blood, I need to feed when I watch a snuff film. I need to kill someone, anyone. I gathered up my knife collection, got in my car and cruised for a victim. It was a lovely night; lots of folks out late strolling the streets looking for love or drugs. One person, was looking for death. He just didn’t realize it yet. He was handsome, older man who was clearly trolling the jailbait runaways. I told him I had a sweet young virgin slut back at my place. He bought it. I offered him a spiked drink at my place. He was soon passed out. I didn’t lie. I have a sweet young thing at home named Amy. She is my young accomplice. I am teaching her the joy of killing. When our victim woke up, he was tied naked on my bed. A plastic sheet underneath him to catch the blood. The fear in his eyes turned us both on. Amy was hovering over his cock and balls with my favorite serrated blade. I was holding a razor blade near his neck. He pissed himself he was so scared. Shouldn’t troll for jailbait pussy if you can’t handle the risk. Amy hurled some harsh words at him as she sliced his balls off. “My pussy is off limits to old perverts,” she screamed as she slashed his dick off too. Blood poured out like a volcano eruption. Amy’s face was covered in blood. He was still alive but in shock. I shoved his cock in his mouth and slit his throat. He bled out. Amy was giddy in delight. So was I. We are a killing team. Whose next?

Snuff Sex for Hire

snuff sexSnuff sex pays the bills and then some. He was not my typical client. Guys come to me for assistance force fucking and killing, even torturing girls of all ages. When I asked to see a picture of his victim, he showed me his driver’s license. He wanted to die a horrific death at the hands of a goth goddess. He told me the sad pathetic story of his life. By the end, I wanted to kill him for free. I am no fool, I took the money. I told him he would not know when his number was up. I don’t share the plan of my kills because I enjoy the element of surprise. Five days after he paid me, I broke into his house as he was sleeping. I put a pillow over his face to wake him up. Startled him awake. He tried to take it all back. Even told me I could keep the money, but he didn’t want to go through with the plan anymore. How did I know this was just not part of the game? I tied him to the bed spread eagle before I laid out my torture sex instruments: my knife collection, a blow torch, a saw, pliers, soldering iron and a straight edge razor. If I was going to kill him, it was not going to go slow. I like pain and suffering.  I duct taped his mouth so he could not scream efficiently. I made little painful cuts all over his useless body. I watched the blood trickled down and drip from his wounds. I sliced the skin off his testicles and pulled them out for shits and giggles before sawing his dick off. I castrate lots of men for fun and for profit. Never sawed off a dick before. Bastard passed out, so I stuffed his severed dick down his throat and made him give himself head. That woke him up quickly! I tortured him for hours before I plunged a knife in his belly and disemboweled him. I masturbated as he died in front of me. It was hot. I wish more guys paid me to do what they are too weak to do to themselves. Killing losers is fun.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: Don’t Prank a Sadistic

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Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? We all have someone we want to slaughter. I have people I encounter daily that drive me to murder. I had this caller last week. I use the term caller loosely because he never paid for a call. He kept calling me baby and honey and saying stupid things like show me your tits baby and suck my cock. Do I looked like the kind of girl who wants to be called baby? Fuck no. So, let me iterate my stance. I am not your baby, honey or any cutesy name. I am only your mistress, your accomplice or your sadistic bitch. This little loser found out that I mean business. It’s called caller ID dumb fuck. He was not far from me, so I paid him a visit. It was worth the road trip to see his expression when I was standing over him with a big fat knife. He knew who I was. I was rather disappointed when I saw him. From his bravado on the phone, I honestly expected a grown ass man. He was a broke ass college boy who was goofing around on the phone. I hate broke guys. He was pleading with me to go. He apologized repeatedly. When he started talking about jacking off to me daily, I decided to castrate him. I know he is barely legal, but he was showing signs of being a sexual predator as a college boy. Most serial killers begin with antics like him. It was my duty to make sure he did not procreate in the future. He needed to learn respect for women.  I was doing a good deed by taking his balls. Its those balls that make guys unruly. Young men are slaves to their cock and balls. One clean cut and his balls were in my back pocket. The youngest balls I have ever taken, but it was well deserved.  I left him a bloody mess but I am confident I took away the cause of his bad behavior. Need some castration phone sex?