I’ve always been an evil phone sex whore. I was raised by my Daddy and trained to help him take care of his most evil and twisted desires. I get off watching and talking about others being abused, mutilated and snuffed. That’s why I was soaking wet when Daddy called me earlier and told me that he had snatched up another little slut for us to play with! When I got to his house, he was already getting the basement ready. I took her out of the kennel that he had her locked in and started trying to tie her up when the little bitch started to fight against me. I beat her until she was limp and then held her down and got her tied into place. I started to bend her little fingers back until I could feel the tiny bones snapping in her hands. She woke up and started screaming and crying. I reached over and pulled her tongue out so that I could snip it off with a pair of rusty scissors I found. Daddy’s big cock was getting stiffer and harder listening to her cry, cough and choke on all of the blood. I guided his huge cock right up to her little hole and then told him to shove it in and tear her open. She tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound with me kneeling down on her throat. I made sure that Daddy got to enjoy ripping that tiny bitch apart and blowing his load in her before I slit her throat. I let her bleed out under me as Daddy fucked me on top of her little, limp body! I’ll tell you more about her and our other victims when you call me tonight!
Castration Phone Sex Binges Makes a Sick Bitch Feel Great
Castration phone sex was on my mind heavily recently. Even a sick loner bitch can have bad days. Whereas some women might binge eat or indulge in some retail therapy when their life derails, I castrate losers. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel great, honestly. So, over the weekend, I went on a castration binge. I got on Tinder and swiped right on the first tiny dicked loser I saw. The lucky winner of a free castration was Kenny. His profile alone would make most women cringe. He was standing naked with a frightened turtle between his legs bragging about how good his big penis could make a woman feel. Even if he was a grower and not a shower, he was not growing another 6-inches to make that statement true. I cat fished him with fake pictures. He was so horny that he did not care when I greeted him at the door. He was a schmuck. He was a blowhard. He was about to be a ballless wonder with some genital torture sex too. Foreplay for me. I gave him a drink. It was spiked with a bunch of Xanax. He was a big dude with a pin dick. While he thought I was giving him head, I put a castration band on him. The drugs, I knew, would not take long to kick in. He fell like a brick wall. My floor reverberated when he landed. I am tiny, but mighty. I dragged his body to the castration chair, separated the meat from the potatoes. His problem was he was all potatoes. I removed his balls with one swipe of my knife. I used a hot frying pan to seal the wound. I carved up his cock. I did not cut it off. I should have, but I wanted this loser to have a constant reminder that he lacks the equipment to satisfy any woman. This taboo phone sex bitch carved, “Tiny dick loser” into the flesh on his tiny dick. I dumped him in a park and went on to castrate loser number two. It was a busy weekend for me. So many losers in the world, and not enough time in the day.
Ass Rape Porn Was Always Daddy’s Favorite!
I found out about my daddy’s ass rape porn addiction when I was too young to understand what that meant for me! Daddy had a big collection of porn movies in the house but his favorite was clearly ass rape porn… I knew daddy kept his favorite teen rape porn in the bedroom where he used to sleep with my dead mother. Many nights I remember being woken up by the sound of screams from torture sex, not my own for a change, the porn was loudly coming from daddy’s room. I knew I needed to hide when I saw the evil violent porn on the screen, I knew daddy was thinking of doing those things to me. A woman ass was screaming bloody murder and daddy was jacking slowly to the most heinous ass destruction I’d ever seen!
Electrocuting Your Fuckdoll
Banging my head against the headboard keeps me dazed and is a lot more effective than bondage, in your opinion, as well as much cheaper. You don’t care if I get brain damage as I won’t need to use my brain for what you’re about to do to me. You place electrodes all over my body, on my tits, on my ass and on my pussy. You test them on a lower intensity, and notice that my body still reacts to the pain even though I am completely incapacitated. This is when you crank it up high and electrocute me, torturing me while you fuck me. I am screaming in agony while your cock gets harder inside of me. You want to watch me, wriggle, writhe, moan and be afraid of the inevitable pain of what comes next, whether it is your cock or the electrodes. Unlike other electrical play devices, you made this one yourself. So, you set it to the highest intensity, watching my body jolt as I am electrocuted to death with your cum inside of me.
Snuff Sex Initiation of a New Witch – Sadistic Phone Sex Morticia
Snuff sex is how I love to ruin bitches, and pathetic losers. My favorite types are these little peace loving fucking Wicca girls. Wicca is like the moralistic white magic shit.
So, inviting these naïve girls over for a coven party and initiation is where I get great pleasure. It’s clueless slut meat like these bitches that make men go berserk.
Truth is that these girls are clueless and want to follow. Just dumb sluts that pretend to be different. In fact they are weak followers of any trend.
As it goes, that, of course I love to tell them they are special. And that they can join my “Wicca” coven.
When these sluts show up, I have drugs, wine and laced brownies waiting. I get these girls fucked up and strung out. Then I start to have some real fun.
I invite my Satanic lodge members over that love to rape fantasy these dumb whores in the making.
This will all be filmed as an edgy dark satanic ritualistic porn. It’s great watching the little cunts and asses getting violated.
The bloodletting and ritualistic sex is absolutely stunning that I enjoy a big fat cock covered in the blood of a ruined virginal vagina sliding into my fuckable hot honey pot. My pussy drips at these whores’ defilement.
Roleplay Phone Sex Helps Men Like Your Fuck Your Brats
I love roleplay phone sex calls. I am a druggy whore. I do anything for blow or anything for cash to buy coke. Ian approached me in a bar. He needed me to roleplay his mistress for him. I was confused. Why would he not just fuck me if he wanted a mistress? He offered me money and I was desperate. I was prepared to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him so I could say I earned my money. But he did not need a real mistress. He just needed me to act like I was with him last night and like we have fucked for months. It took me a bit to realize that he just needed an alibi for his estranged wife. Their daughter is claiming daddy is diddling her every night after she goes to bed. Daddy does not live with them right now. He sneaks in though. I guess he took care of making sure not to be caught on traffic cams or household security cameras either. He did not think his daughter would remember what was going on in the middle of the night. But she woke up a few times while daddy was on top of her exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. I was just vouching that there was no way he was at their house last night because he spent the night with me. It was really a twisted role play I landed myself in the middle of. But I was in it, and I had no way out that would not end me up in trouble if I said it was all a lie. This guy told his wife maybe if there is any truth to their daughter’s story it was not him, but her new beau. Oh. He wanted to fuck his daughter and frame her boyfriend so he could sue for custody and have his own fuck doll at home with him all the time. I had no idea if it would work. But it could work. It was kind of genius. He could have a very young teen rape porn star living with him thanks to my acting skills. I just did it for the coke money. I told him I could keep being his alibi for a regular contribution to my coke fund. What do I care if he is turning his young daughter into his private whore. Isn’t that what daughters are for?
torture phone sex for the drill team
Torture phone sex at the drill team’s pool party was all my idea. I had tried out for the drill team and all I got in return was whores making fun of me for my bean pool frame and not-so-great dance moves. The popular blonde pictures of the big tits harass me about still having a flat chest in high school. When I tell you the amount of rage that built up in my 90 lb body…
I hated high school and all I wanted to do was drop out but there were so many sexy teachers and coaches that loved my baby girl pussy. I basically only went to high school for sex. But I soon found out that torture was going to be my career. The captain of the drill team Was putting her makeup on and in the bathroom when I walked in one day. I remember walking over smashing her face into the mirror and laughing the whole time. I got my cunt off for weeks in my torture sex fantasies.
Her poor face was so cut up but after I hit her head on the wall, that concussion made it so she didn’t even know what had happened. It’s a delight for me to be able to smash and pass a teen girl’s face. I only regret that she doesn’t remember it was me. The next little bitch found herself trapped in the bleachers as they closed during a prep rally. She won’t walk again! So that summer I threw a wonderful pool party among the rumors that someone was stalking the popular girls.
Torture phone sex for the drill team
When I get tired of whores making fun of me Mutilation phone sex happens. And I waited until everyone has a few fizzy drinks tainted with roofies before I filled the pool with cow’s blood. Among the screams And everyone trying to get out of the pool a couple of big tall accomplices with big dicks surrounded us. And you know and all girls pool party and they were tipsy and scared out of their minds They were easy prey. Easy prey that I loved carving satanic symbols all over their perfect perky young chest. Easy pray to have a big daddy fucked them so hard that blood was on their cocks. I spent the night carving faces and bodies and ravaging pussies and ass. It was the best revenge ever.
Rape phone sex fantasies made me into the whore I am
My best friend and I were young dirty sluts. We were used for our uncle’s Rape phone sex fantasies many times. We made a game for when we got on the train. It was easy to get on for free because we dressed like little hookers. We got some party favors and our favorite chocolates to make a treat bag. The game was whoever fucked the most guys before the last stop would get the bag. My friend started off great had gotten a guy to fuck her right away. I flashed my pussy a few times to a guy and he was hooked. It was easy to make him cum with my bald hot box. We were almost at the last stop when my friend was up in count by three guys. I went to the last train car and there was a group of about seven guys. I flirted with a few and finally since i was desperate blurted out that i needed to cum.
A few stood up and I was happy, I was going to win. I was bent over and started sucking cock. I was fine with it even when the others came up and started fingering my cunt. But then one grabbed me by the throat and slapped me calling me a slut. I looked up and saw a camera out. He bent me over and forced his cock in my ass. I tried to scream, that only made my mouth perfect for another dick. They used me for Ass rape porn. I could feel his pounding ripping my asshole with blood running down my legs. When he filled my asshole up, they only cheered harder for me to get fuck and two others shoved their cocks in my ass at the same time, even chocking me almost making me pass out. I was fucked violently and harder than I have ever been fucked. Blood only made it easier for them to use me. By the time they were done I couldn’t move. Just like that they left when the train stopped as I was passing out.
Fuck my pussy, Killer phone sex desires end in a mess
He was ready for killer phone sex with the knife at my throat, pumping into my folds hard with his thick cock. He was having fun, while I was scared – and also having lots of fun – for the end. He’d made it clear, when he cums he’s going to slash my throat, that way he’s cumming into a dying woman. One would think I’d be fighting back, throwing my fists or begging for help. Instead my hips were moving on their own, grinding up and down his thick cock and desiring all the cum I could possibly get. I needed it, I wanted it, I was hoping he’d slit my throat at any given moment so I could feel him shooting deep inside of me while my life left my body. I knew I’d spray bloody glory all over him, I was ready to take that image in with my final breath – or what would be an attempted final breath – and I wasn’t sure if I was more eager to die in a messy way, or feel his hot load enter my cunt ready and denied anything to fertilize. I’d accept my final demise with a horrific moment of cum drenched folds and an aching body. All the pains would flow away, just like his desires would flow into me.
Indigo Gets Fucked with A Crucifix
Indigo Gets Fucked with A Crucifix
A bad little altar boy threw a baseball through my window and of course, I needed to punish him. I decided Blasphemy sex would teach him a lesson.
Yesterday when the ball smashed through my window I was pissed. I told the altar boy to come back today to work off the debt. His eyes were huge when I opened the door completely naked. With a wooden crucifix in my hand. I could tell he was nervous all he could do was stutter as he looked at my rack.
I handed him the cross and told him I needed him to rub it against my clit. Clearly, I was going to have to force the issue because he stood there just staring jaw hanging open. I grabbed his hand pushing the hard wood into it and then shoving inside my twat. His cock pitched a tent as I pushed the cross in and out of my pussy. I came all down Jesus’ face and he came there in his pants.