I used to think that necrophilia phone sex calls were weird, but I have seen the error of my ways. I’ll tell you what made me change my mind. I’ve always been a fan of true crime and when I started reading about Ted Bundy, I got SO turned on. I can see why women were enamored by him. If I’d been around when he was, I think I’d have tried to team up with him. Just imagine it – a two-person killing team. He’d have loved the fact that necrophilia turns me on since he used to have sex with the dead bodies of the women he killed. Mmmm. In fact, I wouldn’t really mind being one of his victims. Thinking about the fear and terror I’d be feeling makes my pussy really wet. I know he’d have a fucking scary look in his eyes, too, and that’s so delightful to think about. I wonder how he’d kill me? Maybe he’d even do it while fucking me. I think strangulation might be good, or maybe he’d slice me up and leave pieces of me everywhere. Wanna talk about my dirty necrophiliac fantasies? Just pick up the phone and call me and we’ll get it on.
My Snuff Movies Are not PC
My snuff movies have never been politically correct. If you need me to stalk two little negro girls in braids and sweet little ghetto asses, I am so motherfucking down to fuck up some little black pieces of ass.
In front of the camera they will be splayed out and on display for the film rolling to catch all the obscene footage! Look at them so dark and looking like a fucking steak to me. I love when a big racist white man has me gather some sweet little black youngins for him to destroy with his big cock. It was easy enough.
Cheap babysitting gigs on the lower east side. Drop off at a rented apartment never to be seen again. Because we are going to kill these two little bitches and humiliate them in front of a live broadcasting audience.
Dark meat is what’s for dinner! Make sure you marinate tight little fuck holes with blood and lots of cum! I might like human flesh but black girls need more spices!
Come and take a very dark walk with your snuff phone sex whore Jezabel!
Ass Rape Porn Pays the Rent
Ass rape porn was served up for breakfast. I was fast asleep when my dog started barking. Before I could wipe the sleep out of my eyes, the landlord burst into my bedroom with a few of his pals. They had been up most of the night drinking and were horny. Plus, I was behind on my rent since I have not worked as much during the pandemic. My landlord thought he would use my holes in trade. I could smell the liquor on their breath. It was obvious that my landlord had been in my apartment before because he knew where I keep my BDSM equipment. He pulled out my leather restraints and bound my hands. He affixed my arms above my head and shackled me to the metal beam on the canopy. His pals whipped their dicks out and circled me like a pack of wild animals. I was not going anywhere. My landlord got first dibs on my whore holes. He slid under me and fucked me so hard my head hit the beam above me. My head started bleeding, but my landlord continued to sodomize me. When he nutted, his drunk cohorts pulled me out of bed, tossed me on the floor and gang banged me. I was pinned downed like a criminal. My landlord kicked me in the ribs to quell my feistiness. As they force fucked me, they called me names like whore and slut and spit in my face. My landlord rifled through my nightstand drawer and found my sex toys. He knew right where to look too. He shoved a dildo in my ass as his pals skull fucked my mouth and pussy. They took turns exploring their rape phone sex fantasies on all my holes. By the time they were done, I was a hot mess. Sore and coated in cum. My landlord pissed in my face and told me I still owed him this month’s rent, so they would be back.
Home Invasion For Blackmail
We had a new house of whore move in down the block, and it gave me a whole new slew of ideas. I took to sneaking into their home at night, and playing the sickest game of hide and seek. I’d snap videos and take photos of them for hours, and they had no idea. They didn’t know they had a home invader who was gathering blackmail on those bitches.
That’s actually how I made them into my bitches; I got so much dirt on them, I made them into my little fucking slaves. They did everything i said, and I beat the fuck out of them on a regular basis. Maybe they should learn to be a little less mouthy, huh? That’s what I fucking thought. Well, this weekend I made them do something particularly nasty.
I made them compete for their lives. They had to clean the house with only their mouths, and whoever pleased me the least would be skinned alive by the other bitches. I won’t tell you which whore won right off the bat, but I will say I only have one sadistic slutty slave now.
Scarlet play
Had a call for bloody phone sex tonight. It started out that we went to a party at a friend’s place and we both got wasted. While he was outside for a smoke, somebody got stabbed. He ran over to help but there wasn’t much to be done as it was a lot of blood and the person was on their way out. I ran outside when I heard the screams and made my over to where the crowd had gathered. Since people quickly figured out that he was dying they made their ways back into the house for talk and more drinks. I had never told anyone but I had a blood fetish. I called my man over and began running my hands in the hot blood that was continuing to pour from his wound. I then told my guy to unbutton his pants and get his cock out, he was telling me that it was wrong but all I saw was red blood and was instantly horny. I ran my hands along his cock and let him feel the heat and the stickiness of the blood- he began to moan at the feel. I was now stroking and cupping his balls as he bent down and stuck his own finger into the gaping hole and scooped some of that red goodness out and used it to start finger fucking my already gushy pussy. We played for a while until the guy actually died and the blood started coagulating. We have now been talking about going out and finding a random to stab so that we can have more blood to play with!
Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong
Bondage phone sex can go horribly wrong when you are a druggy whore. One of the ways I make extra money to score coke is with bondage shoots. I enjoy being bound and gagged for photographers. It makes me feel vulnerable. It requires trust. I must trust the photographer. Trust that he is taking pictures for some sort of fetish site and not going to hurt me. The truth is though, that if I am restrained, you can do anything you want to me. Stuff a ball gag in my mouth and I cannot scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. I agreed to a bondage shoot with the guy I did not know. Coronavirus has limited my options for making money to buy coke, so I answered an ad on a fetish site. I thought he was just looking for models to profit from. A photographer pays women like me to be his model. He then makes way more money from selling the pictures to many different online rags. I never have ownership of the pictures, even though I am the model. The guy seemed fine. He had an assistant who tied me up and helped me into certain poses. He was polite while taking pictures, then suddenly Mr. Hyde disappeared, and I was dealing with Dr. Jeckel. He got verbally abusive. He spewed a litany of insults at me. His assistant started yanking the ropes like a sick puppeteer. My arms were restrained behind my back and I could feel him pulling tightly like he wanted to fracture my arm. I was not just uncomfortable; I was in pain. His assistant came around to the front of me and spit in my face before he began using me as a punching bag. He broke my nose. Fractured some ribs. I passed out strung up on my tippy toes. What woke me was the impact my body made on the floor when he cut me loose. They were not done yet. I agreed to a bondage shoot, but what I made was a gangbang rape porn. Other men came into the room and fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass for hours. At least I still got paid. The coke I bought helped dull the pain until it did not.
She should have just said yes
She should have said yes when my friend asked her out and none of this would have ever happened but she just had to be a bitch. She acted like she was too good for him when she was just a fucking whore it was ridiculous honestly and she humiliated him in front of everyone turning him down like that. She had to learn a lesson so we broke into her house late at night and tied her to the bed. My friend fucked every hole just like he had been wanting to for so long. She screamed and tried to get out of the restraints but she was tied way too tightly for that. We took our time and tortured her slowly and it was pure bliss. I made sure to tell her why we were doing it too, she should have just given him a chance but she didn’t so she had to die.
An Evil Night Together
It was an Evil night together and the best Evil phone sex date night I’ve had in awhile. He was some geeky old man in his 50’s. I played him with the whole sugar baby thing. I got his money, some expensive shit and his balls. Buster got his Italian sausage. It was no kielbasa for sure small fucking pecker was a snack for my big bad boy. I laughed at him as he was so very much enjoying my wet tight young pussy on his dick. I blew him and rode him and gave him the final pleasure he paid for. But the biggest pleasure was me severing his prick with my cunt. Squeezing and clamping down on it. I love being able to practice this technique I have been training on. I slid off and took my big castration tool and snipped them balls as I pushed his severed fuck rod from my cunt. I tossed it to my buddy while the balls got added to my collection in a jar of preservative. I love a good sugar baby date night.
Fucked to Death
I can feel his hot breath breathing on me as his hot sweaty body lays on top of me.
My cunt is torn and bloody as yet another filthy cock slams into me, splattering his seed, mixing it with the cum cocktail that drips from my gaping fuck hole.
The piss that splatters over me, stings the open wounds that could only have come from being beaten to submission.
My cunt, having been tortured with repeated fistings and fuckings is now numb and dripping with the bodily fluid of countless sadistic men.
I lay there, on the cold hard ground lifeless as tears stream down my face, washing away the spit, piss and sperm that covers my eyes.
My perky white tits are black and blue from hard punches and scratched from being scrapped across the gravel as they repeatedly forced cock after cock into my mutilated bloody ass.
I am not sure how I got here or how many more men are playing in this gangbang rape porn fuck fest but I am sure they will continue even after they have fucked my limp body to death.
So I close my eyes, giving up the fight and allow them to force the life out of me while I suffocate on my very last nasty filthy cum covered cock.
Castration Phone Sex Spell
Thanksgiving is approaching and I have castration phone sex on the mind. Did you know that in many cultures of the past, women derived strength from eating a man’s testicles? Witches routinely castrated men and often took the whole kit and caboodle. They casts spells and sucked the souls out of men using their own manhood against them. How amazing is that? I practice black magic sometimes. Too often, however, I lack the patience. I need to kill because it is quicker and more gratifying. We all have a bunch of extra time on our hands right now. While some women are cleaning their homes, I am casting spells. I am working on one that will stop my aging process. It requires the testicles of 4 men and the penis of one very virile man. Taking the balls of 4 losers was not hard. I made a weekend out of it. For right now, the bars are still open, but they are about to be shut back down, so I had to act quickly. I took out two Thursday and two Friday. Easy too. All four losers thought I was into them and would spread my legs for them. Sometimes, I wish my pussy had teeth because it would be so much fun to see the look on a man’s face when my cunt bite off his dick like a shark attack. That would be the ultimate snuff sex. I drugged all four guys to make it easier to overpower them. Put each one in my castration chair and cut off their useless balls. I have gotten better over the years at preventing infection and blood loss in my victims. I had to be careful because this spell requires the losers to live to work. The spell is not about them like many spells. I just needed their balls. I have had to do some heavy duty cleaning afterwards. I mean, I cannot get a damn virus and they cannot get one either before my spell is cast. I have four sets of testicles on ice until I capture that one virile man whose penis will be the main ingredient to the spell that will freeze me in time. Maybe that is you?