My Vampire Fantasies

Violent Phone Sex

I love being a dark seductress with a twisted mind full of dark fantasies! I’ve been having the strangest dreams of being fucked by a vampire. In these dreams I take a wild journey from being a victim, who gets fed on, to becoming the vampire who preys on the innocent. The dreams are so intense, it’s almost as if I can feel my neck being bitten and my cunt taking a forceful cock. I wake up with my pussy so drenched and my heart racing, I know there is someone watching me but I have no idea who. I’m not afraid, I’m only turned on and thirsty to taste blood and feel fangs piercing my skin. Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy for thinking this way but then I remember that I’m a dark twisted whore and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ass Rape Porn Star for Life

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars never live a dull moment. I do not know what a boring suburban life is all about. That has never been me. Being raised by an incest loving, coke-head mother, made life non-traditional for me, and definitely never boring. My mom, however, never had to do the things I do for coke because she ran the finances of the house. My dad was on the road for work all the time and never knew how much anything really cost. My husband has a tight rein on my finances because any money he gives me for household maintenance ends up in my nose. Over the years, I have become resilient. I learned that trading my fuck holes for coke was not that hard to do. Then I got older, more used up and it was no longer a simple trade. Now, I must endure things like anal gangbang rape porn to get a bag of coke. But I do it because I have no shame.

Earlier in the week, I hooked up with this client of my stepson to get some coke. He has watched me get anally tortured with big objects for over a year now. He does not live in my city but found himself nearby for business. He paid my stepson a few grand to use me like a dirty whore with some business associates. In return I got a bigger bag of coke than usual. Fourth of July is coming up and I needed a stash, so I agreed to do this. In hindsight, I should have known better. There were 20 guys, not just a couple. They all had big cocks and wanted to hurt a red-headed bitch like me. No condoms or lube which is par for the course. Fists, cocks, baseball bats and beer bottles were used to sodomize me. The end goal was to prolapse and ruin my ass. They were not gentle. To them I was just some dirty, washed-up taboo phone sex slut.  I think that is what I will always be.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Bloody phone sex

He deserved the torture he endured!!! That transgender faggot has been stroking his pathetic useless cock to all the littles he could come across. He has been whipping his cock out at gas pumps and stroking his cock while their parents are out pumping gas. Could you believe that fucker! When he ejaculates, he swipes his cum covered fingers across their lips and drives off. When me and the girls found out we brought him to a wooded area, laid him flat on his stomach on a park bench and tied him up with barbed wire! We beat the living daylights out of him. I used a pair of medal thick chains and whipped him until he was bleeding. I placed a collar around his neck and sent electrical shocks through him. A wireless drill I had in my trunk came in handy, I screwed a case of screws into his body! We put blood all over his cock and balls from my little furry companion that was in heat and left him out there to be castrated by a pack of wolves. That faggot blead out… We buried him under the floor planks of an abandoned house! The pathetic pig got exactly what he deserved!

Fuck Em and Burn Em!

sex with dead bodies

I picked up a job at this crematorium and my boss is literally the sickest fuck I know. Almost all of the posthumous hotties that come in run the risk of being assaulted by his deviant dick. If I’m a good bitch, hell even toss me a few human bones to fuck my sadistic cunt with! I love a good hardcore fucking from a blood-filled flesh pipe so there’s something about watching my superior stick his warm meat in a cold piece of still flesh that makes my twat eager. He says he loves the chill that beams off of his victims skin as he caresses their lifeless body. His favorite is when someone “passes in shock” which is another way to say their eyes are still open. He force fucks their pale bodies until he fills them with his seed. Once he fucks em: we burn em. The best part is tossing them in the furnace and listening to their sling crackle like pork rinds as the perv in charge cleans the death off his meat. 

 She better not die on me now!

Of course, I like to put on a show and have a live audience to my depravity, so it should be no surprise that my slaves watch as I destroy this little slut. She is a dumb bitch who isn’t even good at being tortured, let alone fucked and stuffed, so she is no good to me! I guess the only thing that she is good for now is to entertain me this one last time! I could use a good squirt; it’s been a few days since I last hunted. I have to send a message, so tonight is going to be fun! The metallic smell of her blood fills the room, and my pussy is dripping wet! Knife play phone sexI don’t know the last time I got so excited about a kill, but boy am I is my cunt throbbing. I grab my hunting knife, and slice her left tit clean off with one quick motion. The sound of the knife slicing through her flesh is almost enough to take me over the edge, but the scream she let out did the trick! I love to hear them scream and beg for mercy, as if that will stop the reign of torture that I am going to deliver to her on a sliver plater! oh wait no that her mutilated and decapitated body parts! I take the bloody knife and lick her blood off the taste of her life force and the rush of it was too much and I collapse in a puddle of my own squirt! God damn this is so good! No one can tell me that snuff is not the only form of sexual pleasure needed. I think as I hear her blood dipping to the cement below.  She better not die on me now! I’m just getting started!

Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMost women have rape phone sex fantasies, but they will never admit it. I have them too, but I admit them. I have found myself in the situation before too. I knew something was wrong with me when I was wet after a violent gang bang. I am not talking about wet from all the cum they deposited inside me. I am talking about wet from arousal. I still remember the day vividly. I sometimes masturbate to the memory. I know. Most women would say #MeToo and cry about the trauma. Not me. I masturbate to that day almost 10 years later. I was birthday shopping downtown for a friend of mine. I took a short cut through the alley to get to this one store, and a guy grabbed me, pulling me into a building that was under construction. Him and some of his construction buddies saw me and wanted to fuck me. There was so much construction noise going on around us that no one heard me scream. They made me a gangbang rape porn star that day. The violently ripped my clothes off. I was naked and tied up with their belts to some scaffolding. They took turns thrusting in and out of my ass and pussy. Some of them fisted my cunt when they could not get hard for the third or fourth time. I was choked, slapped, fucked and they even pissed on me too. They saw me as some blonde snob. They thought I was a rich bitch who looked down on labor workers. Apparently, they hollered something at me as I walked by, but I had ear buds in listening to music and I never heard them. I pleaded with him them to let me go, but they decided I thought I was too good for them. If they had only known what a taboo phone sex whore I really was. I was battered, bloody and bruised. They took my wallet with my ID to prevent me from going to the police. I had to go home looking like a disgrace. I was not scared of them though. I did not worry about them coming to find me. Just working-class men who needed a whore. I understood my role. It was a violent gangbang. One that would have ruined most women, but not a sick bitch like me.

Watch Out For Willow… She’s In The Water!

Murder phone sex Fantasies

 

Something about the summer solstice makes me crank my murder phone sex fantasies up to an extremely elevated level.  Maybe it’s the sweltering heat smothering the shit out of me, could be all the sweat covered flesh flashed everywhere I look, it’s probably a mix of both with a little seasonal depression thrown in to top it all off.  I hate the fucking sun and all of the “fun times” that supposedly come with it.  I’m hot, I’m cranky and all of the bikini wearing bitches and brewski pounding bros around are going to have to pay for it.  They deserve it.

Ever hear how loud a bunch of coeds get when they’re partying at a lake house?  It’s always the same.  Stupid shouts and gleeful screams as someone crashes through a beer pong table that is somehow louder than the blaring electronic music that sounds like a robot getting raped.  The hoots and hollers of the drunken and drugged mass of party time fuck pigs as some random sorority slut clones strip out of their bathing suits and grind their whore holes all over the party.  They’re all like this, maybe with slight variations.  Makes for easy pickings, I have all the sound cover I need.

As much as the sun sucks, skinny dipping on a warm moonlit night has to be one of earth’s greatest pleasures.  There’s a lake not far from my House of Horrors that has lots of little alcoves and offshoots that are perfect for it.  Unfortunately, the summer lake crowd ruins it every year with their trash and noise pollution.  Selfish pricks.  The one thing I like about the season ruined on an almost nightly basis by a bunch of out of towner teens.  A couple of “accidental” drownings usually takes care of it, though.  And there’s always a few fucked up fuck pigs who want to skinny dip in the moonlight, too.

They never know I’m there.  Sometimes they just splash around, maybe the girls will play with each other’s glistening titties or slap their friends asses as they flip around in the lake, other times I’ll get a couple or two who are getting in the water to fuck.  Either way, I sit patiently and wait for my moment to strike.  Like a crocodile stalking its unsuspecting prey in the shallows, I slowly swim my way over to the good time group and position myself to strike as they unwittingly splash about. 

I wait for a straggler, one of the sluts who wander a little too far out into the dark water away from the group.  Sometimes I get a “gimme” and find a super fucked up slut passed out on the bank.  However I come across them, I just drag them under the water and drown their dumb asses.  If they’re conscious, they fight a bit.  No problem though, they’re already too deep to really do anything.  I can hold my breath for longer than any unsuspecting party slut, I just hold them down and wait it out.  By the time their friends find their bodies, I’m long gone with zero evidence of me even being there.  Just another drunk whore getting too fucked up and drowning at the lake.

It really is the best way to break up a party.  Murder, that is.  Do you think anyone can have a good time after they find their lifeless friend floating in the water or laying lifeless on the bank?  I mean, other than me, of course.

 

Snuff Sex Whore Doll

This afternoon was really an interesting one when Michael and I crossed paths. He found me to be the stunning little cunt that he needed to fuck, violate and ruin. I stumbled a little as my heel broke when I was running from him down a broken up sidewalk in a very desolate side of town. I was still wasted from the night before and had been fantasy gang raped all night into morning. I was a hot mess. This triggered Michael to come after me and try to get my attention. Trying hard to ignore and just get away I took a wrong turn. I stumbled right into his playground of Hell. This was a single bad move for me that should have brought on my end. He laughed and knocked me in the face with a steel pole. Bleeding and stumbling I broke my ankle when I broke my heel. This made him even hotter. He was on top of me and slamming his cock in me and it was enormous. I wanted to scream but he just laughed telling me it was no use, other than make him fuck me harder.

Snuff sex

Your Wicked Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexReady for accomplice phone sex? You may think you are, but my brand of accomplice fun means the little bitch dies after you explore your rape fantasies. You see, I have your back. Men think with their cocks. We no longer live in a he said she said world. You fuck a female against her will, you are guilty in the court of public opinion and cancelled. You need me to do the dirty work. Very few men I have met have the balls to have their cake and eat it too. By this I mean few of you can kill your prey after you fuck it. I never have a problem killing. I will kill bitches all day long. Bastards too. It is population control. I have found a way to make a substantial living catering to men’s dark fantasies. But since I do not want to go to prison for your rape phone sex fantasies, I kill the victim once you are done having your taboo fun and dispose of the body. No one is finding the little bitch you just violated unless they are doing DNA tests on coyote shit in the woods. I like killing. No, I love killing. Not that I need an excuse to kill. I kill lots of folks for my own shits and giggles. But when you hire me for your dark desires, the killing part is just so we can continue to have our freedom afterwards. I know that most men would force fuck a young girl or boy if they knew they could get away with it. I help men get away with it. No one has been caught yet. Well, that is because no one who has hired me yet has pissed me off enough and still lived afterwards. I will frame you for murder or use you for my own snuff porn needs if you do follow my instructions. I am not going down because you get cold feet or guilty thoughts. I am not every one’s favorite accomplice, but with me you get what you want and stay out of prison.

Time to pay up

taboo phone sex

My landlord isn’t playing around. He means business, but I know him all too well. I can hear him have taboo phone sex and watch dirty porn. There’s a little plan I have brewing in my noggin. I will hurry along and make my way upstairs to his unit. It is going to be so hard for him to turn me down.

There’s a game plan in my mind but what ends up happening is much more sinister. The landlord didn’t want to fuck me all genital. He tried to make me bleed out and slap me around.

He makes it known if I want free rent for the rest of the year plus be waived the fees and debt I have already accumulated, and I have to let him use me whenever he wants, however long he wants, and torture me till he thinks necessary. I’m too desperate to protest, so here goes enslavement.