Killer Phone Sex Christmas Makes Your Snuff Fantasies Cum True

killer phone sexDid you have a killer phone sex Christmas? I sure did. I spent the holiday with a partner in crime, Bret. I met him on the dark net last year, and we have been hunting together ever since. He loves young nubile girls. The kind with no tits or hair on their pussies yet. I help him hunt. He pays me handsomely and he tips me well for my efforts. He wanted one this time barely talking and walking. The one he wanted for Christmas I had to snatch from an open bedroom window. A girl that young, would never be out alone. I climbed into her bedroom window, used some chloroform to insure she would not wake up and start crying. I took her to my accomplice’s house. He has a dungeon in his basement so he can explore his rape phone sex fantasies for such young girls with no one hearing her scream. She was a screamer too. That is because she was not much bigger than his cock, LOL. I was filming him tearing her little cunnie apart. She was a bleeder too. Her tender age flesh was turning raw as he thrust his monster meat deep down inside her tiny cunt and ass. You could see his cock snaking its way through her insides. It looked like she had swallowed a snake. I could see the outline of his cock in her tiny belly. My accomplice was in a sadistic mood. He wanted me to jack off his cock while it was inside our tiny victim. I got a knife from his kitchen and made an incision in her belly. I cut a hole in her stomach, put my hand in her belly and jacked his cock while it was inside her. There was so much warm blood flowing through my fingers. It ended up as a snuff porn. A little holiday snuff flick between friends is a great Christmas gift.

Follow My Snuff Sex Plan or Else

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When I’m providing the snuff sex fuck pigs for some deranged degenerate to dick down, I have to be the one who decides how the distressed damsels are dispatched.  Not because of my lust for blood or for anything overly psychotic, I just know how to kill a bitch without making too much noise, plain and simple.  I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves and when you mix murder with fucking, guys tend to forget about the world around them and go a little nuts.  You can’t trust that kind of energy to make sound decisions and I can’t have some idiot blowing my cover no matter how much he pays me for my sexy slaughter services.  I got a good thing going, here, I won’t let anyone fuck it up.

Case in point; this fucking guy.  He’s been renting my rotten little wretches to use and abuse for about a year or so, usually just sticks to typical torture and beating my kidnapped beauties up with his bare hands.  I was a little surprised when he asked for some sluts that he could slay while he smashed, but dark desires usually escalate in these guys, that’s just how perversions go.  He’s a pretty good client, usually follows my commands to the T, so I didn’t think that this jump would be too much for him.  I was wrong.

The plan wasn’t hard to understand, it was going to be a simple two girl motel strangulation.  He even told me he was excited to see the life in their eyes fade out as his hands squeezed tighter and tighter around their throats and their holes squeezed tighter and tighter on his rock hard prick.  I had them slightly sedated and partially stripped down just as planned.  He was supposed to slap them around and scratch them up or whatever before ripping their undies off and having his way with their incapacitated cunts and unaware assholes.  He said he was going to make sure he came as they were gasping for air and their eyes bulged out of their sockets, those were his exact words.  Nope.

He beat on them and shredded their bra and panties right off of them just as planned.  He pulled out his dick and, right before jamming it inside of one of those unconscious cum sluts, he pulled out a pistol and shot them both in the head.  POW-POW!  It happened so quickly, I didn’t even have time to react.  In the moment, all I could do was gather my things and split, self preservation kicked in and took over.  I ran out of the room as he was going to town on the bloody blonde, hunks of her brain slowly oozing down the headboard.  

It didn’t take long for me to compose myself, there’s no way I’ll ever be tied to it.  I was really mad at myself for not seeing it in the guy for a while, but I’m over it.  I put him on my long list of losers who deserve to die and his time will come soon enough.  No one fucks up my world like that and lives to revel in it.  If you want to have sex with dead bodies then I’ll provide you with every ounce of fuck pig flesh you need to get your rocks off, easy-peasy.  You better follow my murderous plan though, Pally.  I don’t enjoy running, it makes me mad.

 

Snuff Phone Sex is a Merry Christmas for This Sick Bitch

snuff phone sexMerry Christmas with snuff phone sex. Who is the annoying twat we are going to kill and fuck on Christmas day? I hate the holidays. They fill me with rage. It is not a jealous rage either. I have family and friends. I just do not get sappy or emotional ever, especially not on the holidays. As a little girl, I watched two grown women fist fight over a Furby Doll in a Walmart. I never believed in Santa. I was a logical thinker even as a little squirt. I grew up seeing commercialism dictate holidays, and that soured me on Christmas. Not to mention all the naughty boys and girls who think they deserve some expensive gift because you know them. I hate brats. To me, holidays are about taboo phone sex, specifically, killing one needy, entitled brat at a time. I have a holiday tradition. I break into a house on Christmas Eve and kill the little ones in the house. It is just a random act of violence that never gets solved. I traveled out of state this year to kill a little girl and her brother in the bed where they laid. No one will suspect me either. I come and go in the night and leave no trace. I butchered the babes as they slept. I put a pillow over their mouths as I stabbed them to death in their sleep as they dreamt of sugar plums and Santa’s sleigh bringing them gifts. It was not Santa’s reindeer, however, that they heard on the roof, but this sick bitch who came to ruin Christmas for their family. It is my holiday tradition. We all need holiday traditions, right? I just wish I had an accomplice phone sex partner to help me kill and fuck those young babes in bed. I do not need an accomplice, but I am feeling cheerful this holiday and think we could spread some cheer and mayhem together. What do you think?

Bloody phone sex Holiday

Bloody phone sexOur Bloody phone sex Holiday begins with Molesting and ends with Murder! I have a sweet Accomplice who knows just how to take you And those god awful brats out. Ice and I both agree that rugrats are horrible and only good for one thing! It seems Ice and I both are forever trapped in little girl bodies. Perhaps that makes it easier for us to do extreme age play and snuff out Girls and boys! We know what your deranged cock gets hard for. Sweet bald pussies and pink peens!
We love babysitting together. We can keep more brats and have a nice wide selection for you!
The trap is set for a twisted brat loving man like you.

Oh yes, you love sex in all its forms. You have been cultivating your sickness for quite a while. Your getting sicker with two bitches who do not give a fuck and only want to please our cunts. Becoming a p-daddy was the next step in your insanity. Ice is like me, she drives men crazy and gets them addicted to the sickest shit! Including snuff movies and littles! 

Those No-no Squares are yes yes Triangles! Her daddy fucked her when she was a wee -one. We share past Sexual abuse and we thrive on it! Thats why we make a hell of a team fucking lil pre-whores and sucking boy dick. But our real perverse pleasures are settinga man up to get what he really wants for Christmas.

A succulent treat for that daddy meat! I baby sit a young boy after school and have him most of the day while school is out. John is my boy sex lover! I invited Ice over for a game of cat and mouse. You know sucking boy balls and sticking that finger in the mouse trap, (ass hole).

Bloody phone sex  Ice and Harper 

Sexy Young Ice obliged by bringing over a cute redhead girl. Shes fucking perfect and cute! I called my sickest daddy and told him that Ice and I were playing with John and a cute little girl. He had a very bad holiday and his wife was driving him batty.  The littles were dreesed as sluts and wet set the scene to help him get his brat fucking on! We just get off on helping men get off to our accomplice phone sex ways!snuff movies

You Love Fucking Dead Sluts

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I am nothing to you. I was nothing you when you cornered me in the park at night, got out your big steak knife and sliced my throat, a steady stream of blood spurting from the wound, with ease, and I am nothing now as I lay dead before you. This is the perfect opportunity for you to fuck a dead body, fresh from your kill. I dressed for easy access, which makes it easier for you to rip off my panties, lift up my skirt and force your cock into my pussy. Your precum is making my dead pussy wet and allowing you to slide in and out of it as fast as you please. You love fucking this body, especially as it is about to get cold. It is just a fuck toy for you to use, was never a person. If I wanted to be treated like a person, I wouldn’t be dressed like a whore. If I were still able to feel my body in the afterlife, I would enjoy your abuse. You bet my deceased pussy is getting wet right now from being abused by you. Use me like the cum dumpster I am. 

Bondage Phone Sex is Never Boring or Basic with a Coke Whore

bondage phone sexIt is never just bondage phone sex with me. I should know better by now, but I do not appear to learn from my mistakes. I blame the coke. I get so high that my memory is bad. But it is also tunnel vision. I get desperate for a fix, especially around the holidays. I need more coke than normal to get through the holidays. The stress of shopping. The stress of my in-laws. The stress of trying to act like a normal woman is just too much. Cocaine is mommy’s little helper. I was looking at the city paper for photo shoots and other seedy things to make some money. I am not skilled for much other than being a whore. Being good at snuff sex does not translate into real world experience that will make me any money, LOL. I am a whore. Now, I make good money as a snuff whore, but I do not get paid daily and I need coke daily. I am not good with money which is why my husband forced me to get a job. But phone sex does not support my habit. I can out coke Al Pacino in Scarface. I have been doing coke more than half my life. I found a bondage model ad and I applied. It seemed off. It was in a seedy house in the rough part of town. When you are a druggy whore, however, nothing is too seedy for a fix. I was hired on the spot and almost immediately tied up. A bunch of men of mixed races were standing around me naked. Huge cocks dangling in my face. Another gangbang rape porn moment in the books. They pounced on me while I was tied down. Multiple cocks in a hole at a time. They pissed on me. They made me eat their hairy, musky assholes. They slapped me. They dripped hot wax all over my body too. For hours. No one was taking pictures. This was not a photo shoot. This was another dumb bitch moment. After hours of abuse, they let me go but I go no money. Just laughter. Now, I am back to square one looking for coke. I will do anything you want for a fix.

Needles, Forceps And Knives Oh My! Sadistic Phone Sex!

Sadistic Phone Sex

Sadistic phone sex comes in various shapes and sizes. Today I got the chance to encounter a bit of needle torture mixed with some blood play and super rough anal sex. I just love being torn into by a super strong Dominant older man. You should have heard how wet he made my pussy when he was touching me.

Just the feeling of being tortured while having a huge cock rail me like a dirty little skank really gets my engine going. Just feeling the needle piercing my nipple as he tells me how to self-mutilate myself. The golden push pin runs through the center. All of the painful feelings combined into one incredibly blissful experience.

What kind of super naughty dangerous things would you like to do to me? Knives, needles, other dangerous items?

Lolita Murder phone sex Fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies

Lolita Murder phone sex Fantasies. Your hard cock is strained and untouched, you need a hot whore and some little lolita to get tortured to cum to! So, you call my snuff lines and get ready to fap that big dick. I answer, naked and horny while I touch my hot and wet pussy with a cute lolita whore. “I’ll rape her nice and rough for you, daddy! ~” I say before shoving my fingers into that little bitch, popping her cherry. Her pussy juices and blood run down my fingers while I brutally fingerbang her to please your hard cock. She screams and cries, begging for me to stop, but I don’t. Your cock is close to cumming, then you tell me to kill that whore. Hehe! I love to murder sweet lolita’s. Torture phone sex always makes my dripping wet fuckhole squirt! I take my big kitchen knife and put it to her throat. She’s so scared, I can’t help but to cum and squirt all over the whore’s body and take a quick piss all over it! Mm, I slowly slit that little slut’s neck, watching the blood pour from her thin and soft skin. She gurgles and chokes all over her blood, before she slowly fades into exquisite death.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Fantasies are Strongest Over the Holidays

cannibalism phone sexThe holidays bring out men’s cannibalism phone sex fantasies. There are many Hannibal Lectors out there. Does that surprise you? Thanksgiving begins the cannibalism season. Men start looking at women as pieces of meat they want to eat. Literally, want to eat! I have a close friend who has always wanted to eat a young girl as part of his festive meal. So, he paid me to be his accomplice and we went hunting for the perfect meal. I was just happy it was not me. I have meat on my bones, but I have fake tits. When it comes t o cannibalism, you want a natural woman. No silicone tits. No Botoxed lips. No tattoos. I fail all three tests. Although I may not be the ideal meal for a man, I know what is and I know where to hunt for the ideal meal too. There is a college bar not far from where I live. We sat outside and acted as Uber drivers for drunken coeds. We gave a few rides until the perfect meal stumbled into our car. Do you have snuff sex fantasies that involve cannibalism? You can admit it to me. It is the perfect way to dispose of a body too. Now, when prepping the meal, you need to scalp and debone your meat. That all comes after you cook the meat though. This little drunk whore had nice big bouncy tits. She was a brunette. No tats visible. Nothing fake on her. She was still young enough that gravity is her friend. The perfect meal requires hunting and patience. You need to prep your meal. We have our meal in the basement soaking in butter and water to soften the skin. I will season her next. She will cook over an open flame with veggies for almost 24 hours so she is thoroughly cooked. She will feed more than just me and my partner in crime. Want to join us for one hot fantasy phone sex meal?

Why I Hate Christmas……

Violent Phone SexUnlike most people I will spend my Christmas being brutalized by my brother and father! My daddy is one sick and sadistic monster now that my mom has been dead for five years, my brother is just like him too. Ever since mom died on Christmas, leaving me and my older brother with our perverted daddy, we have been his victims ever since. Eventually after enough violent abuse my brother just joined in on beating me and the force fucking never stopped once it began. I’d be forced to take daddy’s hard cock because he said it was my fault mommy is dead, eventually I started to accept that I was a bad daughter. I started to like the pain and even looked forward to daddy stuffing his cock in all my holes…