Domination Phone Sex Puts Manosphere Losers in Their Place Promptly

domination phone sexI enjoy domination phone sex. But I think any woman would. At the club, I met Peter. And I think he might be the most misogynistic man I’ve ever met. He’s one of those manosphere guys. But I found him to be full of contradictions. I mean, if you believe women belong at home and not in the workforce then why are you contributing to women working. He spent hundreds of dollars on strippers. No big spender, but he still contributed to our financial independence.

And we strippers have no plans to stay at home and cook and clean for a man. Most of us work because of a man. For me, my abusive piece of shit daddy forced me to drop out of school and become a teen runaway. The adult industry allowed me to make a decent living without a college education.

And women work here to support themselves after bad breakups or divorces. Single moms who want to feed their little ones. Women who trusted their man with their finances. Hell, we’ve got some girls working here supporting deadbeat men in their lives. Although I always convince the girls to eventually leave those deadbeat men so they can benefit from their hard work.

Peter wanted me in the VIP room. And I did worry about him wanting to explore his rape phone sex fantasies. He’s clearly the type who thinks women exist for his pleasure. Although he did not try to assault me, he did try to degrade me. He called me a whore and went off on some tangent about what sluts need. He paid money to spew his misogynistic world view. So, I used my stiletto heels to kick him repeatedly in the family jewels. What a fucking loser.

Manosphere Losers Never Last Long in My Presence

And a loser who tried to call security for help. Security is not going to help him. They exist to protect the girls, not the patrons. I recorded, without his knowledge, his fucking tirade about women. I planned on getting him banned from the club and every other club in town, but not before I administered some severe cock and ball torture. Men like Peter think with their cocks not with their pea size brains. And I genuinely feel sorry for any woman who encounters a man like Peter because we all know their dicks must be smaller than those tiny little brains.

So, the bouncer arrived because he heard Peter screaming like a little bitch. And without missing a beat, he pinned Peter to the ground so I could kick him in the balls repeatedly. I undid his belt buckle, pulled down his jeans and yanked off his boxers. Then, I laughed my ass off when I saw his tiny dick. I told him the truth. Women don’t fuck you because of your tiny dick and your tiny mind. And it felt good to trample his cock and balls in my stilettos.

I mutilated his junk. And he’s lucky I didn’t castrate him instead of just giving him cock and ball torture sex. But I might’ve busted a nut. He crawled out of the club. The fucking manosphere loser got what he deserved. In fact, I went gently on him. If I ever run into this loser again, he will lose his balls. And I wish I had castrated him. Fucking assholes like him don’t deserve to procreate or spread their misogynistic hate. I think I showed Peter who is the real boss though. And I’ll show any man like him too.

Sex with dead bodies out in the field is a fucked up picnic

Sex with dead bodies It’s a warm sunny day, and it’s time to have Sex with dead bodies. I am my Master’s muse, his accomplice.

And these cold, dead sluts are the clay. He likes to record his films on an old camera.

He says it adds to the art. They’ve been dead for a while now. All the color is drained, just gray and stiff.

The taste of dead cunts is a terrifying sweetness.

He starts with a close-up of my face buried in a dead pussy and fingering the other one. This is the first time I’ve done two stiffs like this out in the field. My Master Daddy has a lot of property and is free from any exposure. So out here, we can do anything we want.

I have to talk to them the whole time. Telling them how hot they are just lying there still. Eyes are wide open, but they are totally gone to the other side, but I know they still felt me fucking them.

I love to ride pussy, but when it’s cold like that, it’s different. It’s more intimate to fuck the dead. My hot clit pressed again, a lifeless one gives me power that I rarely get. Pure ecstasy!

He takes his Snuff porn very seriously. We spent the whole day out there, getting shots that are just right. When they started to stink, he made me put on the biggest strap-on he has so that I can penetrate their assholes. I’m glad they weren’t alive to feel what I did to them.

It was so hard to get it all the way in; it took everything I had. But when I got inside each of their hole’s, it made such a mess. The smell was unbearable, and that’s what he was going for. I couldn’t control myself and puked all over the place. He loved it so much, he took out his cock and fucked me on top of them.

After he shot his load in me, he made me bury the bodies. Luckily, the hole was already there; I just had to cover it. I hope next time he doesn’t make me use that strap-on again.

 

 

Cannibalism Phone Sex With A Side of Bitch Bone Stew

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex fantasies keep my darkest callers on my phones, hearing the stories of us kidnapping young demons making them the main course of the night. 

My last caller had a fantasy, a very sick and twisted fantasy where we went to a school yard and collected the ingredients for our feast. 

Two pretty young and tender ankle biters, when we get them back to the house, we violate all of their holes two times. 

Using dildos and butt plugs to stretch them out, their screams filled the room, we both are turned on to the max, once finished torturing their holes leaving them gaping. 

Suffocating both their small bodies, it was my turn to shine, fileting their small bodies, chopping their limbs off, dicing their bodies in cubes for a delicious stew filled with celery onions, potatoes and carrots. 

Hours later the flesh is nice and tender, I prepare my Master a huge bowl of bitch bone stew, rubbing my cunt as I watch daddy enjoy my delicious meal. 

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Goth teen phone sex I’m that dark little slut

Goth teen phone sex with a dark dirty slut I’m the one that gets off on hearing a bitch scream! I had an itch the other day to watch a cute little blonde squirm and squeal and my boyfriend knew it! He pleasantly pleased me when he came home with a young teen blonde with huge tits! Which I fucking loved smacking, punching, pinching, and biting while he buried his cock deep in her sweet cunt and tight little asshole! She squealed and cried so loud which made my evil cunt drip so wet! I have the perfect thing to shut this little bitch up and I straddle her face and drown her in my cunt juices. I fucking love the feel of the struggle beneath me her muffled cried and blocked of air way. Suffocating her with my pussy is a feeling you just can’t describe! Watching him stretch her holes while I rode her worthless face I came all over drowning that bitch in my nectar while he filled her gaping asshole up with his hot sticky load!goth teen phone sex

Violent phone sex with an evil slut

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I’m ready to rub my pussy to your most evil and violent phone sex fantasies. My favorite caller makes my whore cunt drip when we talk about torturing his ex, Kyleigh. She left him for another man and he can’t stop obsessing over it.

I fuel his rage by reminding him that she’s probably sucking Alex’s cock while we’re talking about mutilating her.

I’m trying to convince him to finally go hunt her down and snuff her out. He can call me for instructions once he gets to her. I want to listen and be telling him the most evil and hateful things as he slides his sharpest blade through her throat.  We’ve fantasy fucked this slut so many times that it feels like practice at this point. I know exactly what he’s going to do to her when he finally gets his hands on her.

On our last call, I slit her throat and had him suck the blood as it spurted and sprayed from her neck. After getting a taste of her blood, he used his teeth to rip big chunks of her throat out. He chewed them up and then bit even more of her off. Her face, neck, tits and even nipples were shredded and destroyed. I was busy cutting her belly open and ripping out everything that I could grab with one hand.

My other hand was soaked in her blood and I was using it to rub my slutty pussy.

Together, we chopped and ripped that whore’s head off and then mutilated every inch of her beyond recognition.  One day I’ll be on the phone when he hunts her down for real and actually snuffs her out. I can’t wait to finger fuck my whore cunt and listen as he takes that stupid bitch’s life!

Gothic Phone Sex Play with a Worthless Whore like me!

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You need Gothic Phone Sex fun with a sexy Goth Whore like me!

Goth bitches love to be degraded and treated like shit.

You can completely own me and do whatever you want to all my holes.

Fuck me raw and treat me like a complete worthless whore.

Spit on me, pee on me, I am trash you get to fuck.

I will take all my punishments like the bad slut I’ve been.

Hit me hard and leave a mark across my face and ass.

I want everyone to know I am the whore you fuck whenever you need to.

Your girthy cock fits perfectly inside all my holes.

Ram it inside me again and again until I’m begging you to stop.

But don’t ever stop hurting me.

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Sometimes, I Dread Torture Phone Sex Calls

torture phone sexI often dread torture phone sex. Some of my callers possess sick minds. But then so do most men I meet. And I thought Derek might be different, but I should know better by now. He invited me to his place to party after the bar closed on Saturday night. I went to a more upscale bar this time because a friend of mine told me a lot of those young businessmen like to party and enjoy the company of a mature sexy woman.

Derek and I hit it off at the bar. He bought me fruity drinks all night and shared his cocaine at his private table too. He seemed generous with his money. And I thought going back to his place seemed safe. But he likely just put on an act to make me feel secure. Because when we got back to his place, it looked like some torture sex facility.

I saw sex swings and every BDSM equipment available. And this stuff decorated his penthouse suite. He did not feel ashamed for his kink. All his BDSM equipment seemed on display for the average person. And he promised me a big bag of cocaine if I let him use his new sex machine on me. He wanted to try it out on someone. He opened a closet and I saw the bricks of cocaine. Perhaps I came over to Pablo Escobar’s house.

I Should Learn No One is Safe

Honestly, I would have agreed to anything. I wanted my hands on his cocaine. And I told him I’d do anything he wanted if I could just have a brick. Perhaps, that serves as mistake number one. Never tell a stranger; never tell anybody, you’re willing to do anything for something. It shows desperateness and it makes you much more vulnerable to exploitation. Derek put me on his bed and introduced me to Lucy. This guy named his sex machine after his ex-wife.

But he didn’t start me off gradually. Well, in his mind he did because he made me suck it before I fucked it. Well, I didn’t fuck that machine. That machine fucked me. It went so fast in my mouth that I thought it might literally put a hole in the back of my head. And it almost did. I could taste the rubber and the smoke. Derek turned that machine up to its highest speed. And just when I thought that sex machine could not fuck me any harder, he made me bend over on the bed so it could fuck my pussy and ass.

Whatever Torture I Experience I Earn Coke to Forget About It

Thinking about that brick of cocaine got me through it. And the fact that I’ve done far worse and endured more pain and suffering in the past for less cocaine than a brick. This will give me a few months’ worth of cocaine and give my holes a chance to heal. At one point, that machine fucked me so hard I thought it might create another hole. This could’ve been snuff sex with anybody else. But for Derek, this served as entertainment. He got off watching his sex toy machine levitate this redheaded MILF off his bed.

I survived the night. But I do have skid marks on the inside of my pussy and ass. And I can still taste rubber in my mouth. However, he rewarded me with a brick of good shit to make me forget it all.

Torture sex for Mommy and Daddy’s little slut

Torture sex is a better rush than any drug out there. I’m no nasty druggy whore, but I do like to party, and I’ve tried pretty much everything.

When I met Daddy, I knew all I needed was him and a screaming little victim on his cock.Torture sex

He’s like the only one who really understands me. Like, I just fucking hate everything, and there are just so many stupid fucking people out there. And they all breed like crazy. I think that’s why it’s so easy for us to do what we want to do.

Find young victims with bald pussies and make them the little whore for the family. Daddy is so sick, he likes them when they are extra young and dumb. It’s often easy, and I have a talent for getting the right ones.

By the time they know they are in danger, it’s far too late. Daddy already has his dick out, and Mommy has the belt. I’ll whip them even if they do what I say the first time.

I love the sound of the leather slapping against their flesh. The louder they cry, the harder his cock gets.

He pretty much throat fucks them unconscious. I get to wake them up by pissing in their face because they still have more suffering to endure. It’s my turn to get sucked.

I shove that little face between my legs and make sure they lick it good. A few slaps in the face and spit in the eyes show them not to fuck with me. I’ll tell them if they enjoy eating out my cunt then the next part won’t hurt so bad.

Ha! Dumb little sluts always believe me, and that’s why he sticks it up their little shitholes. By the time we are done with these little Snuff sex sluts, there’s nothing left!

Gangbang Rape Porn Is The Best Destiny of Mine

Gangbang rape porn is my ultimate use. In fact is a pleasure I crave to endure such intense destruction. Every fiber in my body craves the destruction for sexual desires. In fact the darker the exploiting of my whore body, the better and more I crave it.

This perfect Barbie doll body? These perky fake tits, this tiny waist, this tight little ass? All of it was made to be used, abused, and ultimately ruined by as many cocks as possible.

Consequently, I’ve embraced my purpose as the strangulation til snuff do us part whore life. In essence, a goddess of fantasy rape disposal.
Surely, there’s something about that breathless edge. It’s the feeling of strong hands wrapping around my throat. All while a thick cock pounds into me—that makes my cunt drip.
Furthermore, I know most of you are stroking to the thought of watching me gasp and struggle while you take what you want. Ultimately, I give all, pay with my life.

Gangbang Rape Porn Isn’t Just a Fantasy

Additionally, gangbang rape fantasies aren’t just a fantasy for me—it’s my calling. Thoroughly, I crave being surrounded by hard, leaking dicks, all of them fighting to get inside my holes. Which led me to my Strangulation Phone Sex end.
Essentially, it’s that thought of being passed around like a worthless fuck doll that makes my clit throb. Moreover, I want to be stretched, filled, and broken until I can’t remember my own name.
Therefore, when you call me for snuff sex fantasies, understand that I’m not pretending. Truly, the mere idea of going out in a blaze of brutal, violent pleasure excites me to my very core. Ultimately, I want to feel my last orgasm while someone’s hands tighten around my throat. Meanwhile, my vision goes blurry as cock after cock empties inside of me.
Furthermore, I know I deserve it. This body was made for destruction, and honestly, anything less would be a waste. So call me, you sick fucks. Let’s explore how you’d ruin me, how you’d make my final moments the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Ultimately, I’m Geneva, and I’m begging for it. Don’t disappoint me.
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Men with Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Me Never Live

rape phone sex fantasiesMen who harbor rape phone sex fantasies for me never live. And if they do live, they live without their balls and sometimes even without their dicks. I think I spell it out very clearly in my blogs that I’m not some sex doll for you to use. I’m a dominant fucking bitch. And a sadistic one at that.

I’ve killed men for less than trying to force fuck me. Perhaps, you could say I possess Spider-Man senses. I always know when some pathetic little bitch boy tries to put something in my drink. Men never realize this, but they make a special kind of nail polish for women. And that nail polish changes colors when it encounters roofie drugs.

Of course, a woman invented that to keep other women safe. And in a way I’m a vigilante for women who I don’t even like. I’m not a clique kind of girl. So, I don’t really have a girl squad or anything. Perhaps you could say I’m equally mean to everyone. Something changed in the past year or so. Men feel more emblazoned to take what they want even when it’s not theirs to take.

Men Who Fantasize About Violating Me Never Live

Perhaps I just felt like killer phone sex. It didn’t take much this weekend for me to decide to kill a man. When I get in my murderous mood, I do my best to uphold a certain code. However, I am a less principled Dexter. I think even Dexter would agree Marcus deserved to die. Not only did I find Marcus on the brat offender list, but his rap sheet also appears to be at least a mile long. And it includes everything from armed robbery to drugs to sexual assault. Marcus might not have wronged me, but he rounded enough people to put him on my radar.

So, I hunted him this weekend and observed him in action. I observed a predator preying on drunk coeds. Now I’m not a fan of coeds in general. For the most part, they behave like rabid dogs. They would kill each other over a cute frat boy. Coeds seem self-absorbed, mean and shallow.

Marcus needed to go. Not necessarily because I wanted to champion drunk coeds. It’s just the principle of the matter. Taking advantage of drunk women, seems like a pussy move. Some men can only prey on women if they drug them because they can’t handle fighting a woman. My guess most women would neuter Marcus or at least punch him and kick him in the balls repeatedly trying to escape.

For Me, Its More About the Principle of the Matter. A Drugged Woman Does Not Equal a Fair Fight

I saw him putting something into a coed’s drink as I stood at the bar near them. So, I broke a glass to create a distraction and switched their drinks. Marcus became a sloppy drunk quickly, and I escorted him into my car and took him to my cabin in the woods where I mutilated his body. And tortured him for hours, eventually murdering him. But he deserved it. Actions have consequences.

When he woke up, he discovered himself naked, tied to a dining room table spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. And I told him what a dumb ass predator he was because he drank his own roofied drink. Even though I eventually killed this loser, he deserved castration phone sex first I wanted him to think he would survive, just without his balls. Perhaps you could say, I revoked his man card. He didn’t deserve his balls.

I am a Vigilante for Women I Despise

For hours, I carved up his flesh with various sharp instruments. I even carved off some of his flesh which I fed to my dogs and the wildlife nearby. Told you I’m a sick bitch. I enjoy torture. It feels empowering to torture a man like Marcus, who preys on the vulnerable. Honestly, my moral code does not appear close to Dexters. I didn’t really torture him and murder him to protect the future generation of women I could care less about. I hate vapid coeds. But I just felt like killing and torturing a man. And Marcus seemed the perfect mark.

Eventually, this predator died from the wounds I inflicted. And he died before I felt completely satisfied. Oops I did it again. Went a little too rough on him and killed him sooner than I wanted. But the wildlife behind my kill shack seemed excited for the food offering I gave them. Nature will always be the best accomplices when you need to get rid of a body. So, just remember, you can be my accomplice or my victim but if you try to make me your victim, you will be bear shit the next day.