Snuff Sex is The Best Mind Melting Insidious Odd Pleasures

Snuff sex is the ultimate high for me; it’s like a game of cat and mouse. First, I spot you slinking through the shadows, a pathetic creature driven by your filthy urges. No doubt, you think you’re hunting prey tonight, but you’re the one being tracked.
So, I follow your scent—cheap cologne and desperation—as you creep along the alley walls. Ultimately, your fingers twitch, hungry for something you’ll never touch. Just one second, I let you believe you’re in control for a few more strides.
Then, I step out from behind the dumpster. Therefore, you freeze, eyes wide, mouth slack. Obviously, you recognize the danger in my smile, the death glint behind my dark irises.
Of course, I don’t speak. After all, words are wasted on vermin. Instead, I tilt my head, inviting you to follow. And you do—because losers always follow the promise of forbidden pleasure.
Behind the abandoned warehouse, I stop. Then, I turn to see you’re panting, hands shaking, cock already half-hard in your pants. In fact, I see the hunger in your eyes, the expectation of some quick fuck in the dark.
Poor thing. You have no idea what I have planned.
First, I wrap my gloved hand around your throat. As I squeeze lightly, enough to make your breath catch. Oh, you think it’s foreplay, I feel your pulse hammering against my palm.
Then I whisper the directive: You’re going to die tonight, a slow death, and you’re going to thank me for it.
Next, I drag my knife across your belt, slicing it clean. Therefore, your pants drop to your ankles. Ultimately, you’re exposed, shivering, and confused. So, I press the blade flat against your thigh, then slide it upward, drawing a thin line of blood.

Snuff Sex Where The Night is My Playground

Now, you hiss, but I clamp my other hand over your mouth.
Next, I force you to your knees. While your legs are tangled in your fallen pants, useless. So, I kick them away, leaving you naked from the waist down. As the cold concrete bites into your kneecaps. While circling around my prey, I can’t help but laugh.
After that, I pull a length of rope from my pocket. Loop it around your wrists, cinch them tight behind your back. Of course, you’re struggling, but I’ve already got you. Finally, I yank the rope upward, forcing your shoulders back, arching your spine.
Then I shove you forward onto your face. Your cheek scrapes against the gravel.
Finally, I plant my boot on the back of your neck. Then press down until your skull grinds into the pavement and the stiletto heel penetrates your inner ear.
Meanwhile, your muffled screams vibrate through the soles of my boots as the blood swarms from your head. Now, I lean close, lips brushing your ruptured ear. Ultimately, I deliver the final directive: I’m going to peel the flesh from your bones with my scalpel right here and now.
In fact, you’ll feel every nerve ending burn. Then, when you’re nothing but a raw, weeping mess, I’ll leave you here for the rats.
No sex. Just the hunt, the catch, and the slow, beautiful destruction.
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Strangualtion Phone Sex Taking Rena to The Edge

Strangualtion Phone SexYour hands wrapped tightly around my neck as I choke and gag. Gasping for air, I feel you push your hard cock towards my cunt.  Immediately, like some sort of reflex, my cunt reacts by thrusting right ito that hard cock.  Giving mixed signals, per usual, as I fight off the big strong bad man about the hurt the sweet innocent holes of my body are about to get pounded, used and exploded in and on.

My secret is my cunt couldn’t get wetter and I couldn’t cum harder to someone getting their cock hard by choking me out.  Bringing me right to the edge of where life meets whatever is next.  Where my suffering menas your cock is throbbing hard and ready to explode.

Also things like shoving my poor sweet whore face onto that huge thick daddy cock. So hard that my tonsils feel like they are moved around from so much gagging.  Spit and tears falling from my face onto your balls.  Sweating from how aggressive you shove that cock down my throat.

In midst of it al, my cunt stays throbbing wet, leaking and pulsating down in between my tight labia lights and wanting more from you. In particular, your cock fucking me raw and deep.  And you didn’t take long to get that hard cock ready and started pushing deep in me starting to fuck me relentlessly.  Keeping that hand going back to my throat every time.strangulation phone sex

Accomplice Phone Sex Fantasies Feel Cathartic to Me

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex role plays I enjoy. And I think it appears obvious why. It’s better to be the accomplice than the victim any day. Accomplices live. The accomplice usually walks away from any situation unscathed and with money. And I’ve suffered decades of abuse, so it feels good to be the accomplice instead of a victim.

Last night I helped a woman get revenge on a serial predator. Her own uncle. This girl appeared to be college age. Half my age at least. Cute too. But I could tell in those eyes she’s been through some shit. Those dead eyes told a tragic story. And for decades, my eyes appeared the same too. So, I sat down and asked her to tell me all the details on her predatory uncle. It’s research for the job.

He started exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his niece when she was super young. When she got older, he threatened to kill her baby sister if she said a word. Yeah, I told her I would do the job with pleasure. I wanted to help her kill her uncle because it would feel cathartic to me. Her uncle sounded just like my father. And I’ve yet to exact my revenge on him, but I’ve been practicing.

Feels Cathartic to Assist Younger Girls in the Killing of Predators

We set her uncle up. He thought he would be meeting his niece. Get this. He tried to blackmail her into bringing her baby sister. So, this loser thought he’d be meeting both of his nieces. We did this while my client’s parents went on a cruise. My client agreed to watch her sister for two weeks. So that gave us her house to kill her uncle. I drugged her baby sister so she would sleep through the night, and the screams would not wake her up. And he screamed like a bitch when I torture his junk.

That’s just what we did. We tortured her predatory uncle’s junk until it looked like raw hamburger meat. And we carved that worthless predatory dick and balls up better than a Christmas turkey. At one point I shoved my panties in his mouth because he screamed like such a bitch. Men can never handle the torture sex of their genitals. But her uncle didn’t deserve to keep them, and he didn’t deserve to live for his crimes. If we kept him breathing, he would assault her baby sister. Not on my watch.

I Enjoy Helping Women Get Revenge

We eventually killed him. I stabbed him right through the heart. My client looked him in his eyes as he took his last breath. And she said the look on his face, the shock that his own victim helped kill and torture him seemed worth it. Moments like that seem priceless.

And men never think women can become sadistic killers, thrill seekers, or revenge champions. Women plan out their murders. We are not impulsive killers. So, I think that makes us far more dangerous. Men never see us coming. I gave this young girl a college discount. Feels good to help other women. She can sleep at night and never worry about her baby sister. She’s safe now. They will never find his body. I buried him in a deep grave in the middle of the woods. I’ll do it all again because like I said, it felt cathartic to me. As I killed him, I just thought about dear old dad.

Fuck Me to Hell and Back

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Oh fuck, sinners, listen to this holy whore’s confession. Last night in that dusty church, I straddled the altar, legs spread wide over the Virgin Mary’s statue. My juicy cunt dripped nectar onto her face as Father Dominic’s massive cock speared my tight hole. ‘Jesus Christ, pound this blasphemous pussy!’ I moaned, grinding down hard, his balls smacking my ass while I clutched the crucifix like a dildo.

He flipped me onto the Bible pages, ripping my thong aside to slam deeper, stretching me raw. I hawked a loogie on the holy book, screaming, ‘Fuck God, fill me with your demonic seed!’ My tits bounced wildly as he choked me with his rosary beads, then shoved them up my asshole for double penetration.

I came like hellfire, squirting arcs that soaked the pews, his hot jizz erupting inside, leaking out to baptize the floor. Praise the devil—blasphemy sex is my new religion. Who’s joining my next sacrilegious gangbang?

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Stars Find Trouble Anywhere

gangbang rape pornSometimes, I do not mind being a gangbang rape porn star. I’m a kinky slut and a submissive whore. So, I never mind more than one cock in a hole at a time or serving as a gangbang whore. However, last night, I did not enjoy it. Perhaps because my ass and pussy still hurt from my son ‘s recent visit. Or maybe these animals just went too rough on me. Likely a mixture of both.

I did not go out to score drugs or get into any trouble. But trouble always finds me. I went to this dive bar to meet a friend of mine, but she stood me up. She texted me an apology, and that she contracted the flu. So, I sat at the bar drinking boxed wine when a few men approached me to play pool. I’m a pool shark. Most men never guess that I’m good at the game. But I’m quite a pool player. And I thought for once I could just hang out with men instead of being their ass rape porn doll. Foolish of me.

However, they did not like being shown up by a girl. I took all their money and apparently their dignity too when I beat them all. They saw me as a mark, I guess. Figured I would suck at the game, and they could feel like big men taking all my money.

Trouble Follows This Red-Headed MILF Where Ever I Go

I got a little too cocky and one of them slapped me hard. That’s when I knew trouble would ensue. I just never know when to shut my fucking mouth. But they shut it for me. One guy grabbed a pool ball and tried to shove it in my mouth. And he ended up cracking two of my teeth.

Next thing I knew they bent me over the pool table, ripped my clothes off and savagely started fucking me. This was not for pay. And this was not for cocaine. A bunch of sore loser men couldn’t handle a girl beating them. So, they violated me to put me in my place. They grabbed my hair and choked me. A few of them dick slapped me and spit on me. And they all pissed on me. Plus, they all took turns fucking my ass. They even made fun of my prolapse.

I blame this one on my girlfriend who stood me up. The only reason I went to that bar was to meet her. But like I said, trouble follows me. Men enjoy exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this redheaded MILF. No matter where I go, trouble follows.

Strangulation phone sex makes my whore pussy drip!

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I snatched a tiny bitch right out of her front yard this morning. I took her straight to one of my fuck buddies. We’ll just call him “Daddy” for this story. He’s just as fucked up in the head as I am and we share a love for sick and evil shit.

By the time I got to his house, she was all red in the face and worked up from crying. Perfect. He loves the feisty ones that put up a good fight.

We took her to an abandoned trailer at the end of the street and started torturing her.

I burned her with cigarettes, broke her fingers and ripped as much of her hair out as I could. Anything to make the little bitch scream and cry.

Daddy watched me torture her and jerked his cock. He barked out orders from time to time and I followed them. Every snapping bone or whimper from that little bitch made his dick throb.

He watched me beat the shit out of her until I was exhausted and she could barely move.

Bloody, weak and defenseless is just how he likes them.

He forced her little legs apart and shoved his dick in all at once, making her scream in pain. Blood ran down his cock and dripped from his balls. I lapped at them with my tongue while she continued to scream.

She begged him to stop but that just made him fuck her harder. Knowing that we had to shut her up, I put my hands around her throat.

 The little girl’s eyes grew wide with terror as I closed my hands tighter and tighter around her neck. She was already suffering. Might as well put her out of her misery before Daddy rips her all the way apart.

Daddy kept drilling his dick deep into her ripped open cunt long after I had snuffed her out. That little pussy was just too good to stop fucking, even after she was gone.

Violent Phone Sex For Your Hard Cock

Every night when I get home from work, this random car is sitting near my driveway. I can’t see who’s in it since the windows are tinted, but I find that it’s extremely weird to just park on the curb with the headlights on. I thought about calling the cops to report the strange car, but I decided to just ignore it since it had only been a few days.

Saturday, I decided to hang out with my girlfriends at the bar. It had been a while since we all hung out. When I got home and pulled inside my driveway, all of a sudden I feel someone grab me from behind and cover my mouth with a thick cloth. I passed out for a few hours because the next thing I know, I’m waking up in this random basement. There’s all kind of dirty tools everywhere. I’m tied down on the table and I can’t move a muscle. He put something in my mouth because it’s stretched open with an object in between my teeth. A strange man with long stringy hair walks up to the table with a huge smile and a knife in his hand and say’s “I finally got your little pretty ass. You’re going to choke on this big fucking cock before I slit your throat!” I tried so hard to scream but I couldn’t he removes the gag from my mouth, and as soon as I try to scream, he chokes me, making it extremely hard for me to breath. He then shoves his dick in my mouth while his hand is still wrapped around my throat. I feel the tip of his head so deep, I couldn’t breathe. “Yeaaah, good girl.” He say’s as hee hold’s his head back. He removes his dick, and puts the gag back in my mouth. He say’s now, if you keep being a good girl, I may not kill you.” He rips my panties off and shoves his dick balls deep in my pussy. He yells out “yeesss! Take it you fucking pretty bitch!” He then takes the knife and stabs me in the stomach. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I can’t do anything. I’m just bleeding out. He runs his fingers on my blood and rubs it on his face.

“You’re my pretty little bitch now.” He said as he jacks his dick and cums all over my face. Violent Phone Sex

Rape phone sex fantasies is my real fuck up world

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies is real life for me. I wake up every morning dreading the day ahead, knowing that I’m nothing more than a prop for my master daddy’s twisted “art.”

He is so d of his proud art, and my existence is a brutal, never-ending cycle of forced humiliation and suffering, designed to push me to the very limits of human endurance.

Every fiber of my being screams in protest as I’m dragged from my dingy cell.

I’m shackled and gagged, to be used and abused for the twisted pleasure of my Master Daddy and his depraved audience. As I’m forced to my knees, my master’s heavy boot crushes my face into the filthy floor.

He forces all sorts of strange cocks in me, and I choke and convulse. With tears streaming down my face as more thick cocks are rammed down my throat. My mind reels, the world spinning as I’m violated and defiled, my body a mere plaything for his sick desires.

I know I gotta let it all happen and put on a good show if I want to survive, no matter the cost. I’m always the last girl standing because I know how to endure his psychotic behaviors.

It’s unfathomable torment until my master declares me the winner. But I am always the last Snuff sex slave standing!

 

Bloody Phone Sex When I Tore Her Ass Open

Bloody phone makes my little cunt drip! This stupid little bimbo bitch of a neighbor really works my last never and my boyfriend knows it! He also knows I have been wanting to fuck the cunt in her ass until she shits and bleeds all over. So, we did exactly that. It was late one night when she came stumbling home drunk off her ass. It didn’t take much to drag the dumb bitch into our house. Once we got her inside, I tied that cunt up to my bed face down ass up! Now it was time to have some fun! I started off with my strap on I had my boyfriend spread her sweet ass cheeks as I slammed my 12 inch big black cock strap on right up her ass. Having no mercy, I tore it up. Her screams made my cunt gush! The strap on wasn’t really satisfying me though so I took my fist and drove it so fucking hard into her ass now this is what I wanted! Her ass wasbloody phone sex

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexI do not feel like it’s a secret that I love knife play phone sex. Guns are for losers. When people kill with their bare hands or a knife that seems like a bigger challenge and more satisfying. A gun takes luck, but a knife takes skill.

My love for knives goes back to my schoolgirl days. My grandfather, who served as my mentor, owned over 1000 knives. Perhaps you could call him a collector. He liked all sorts of macabre shit. I inherited all his medieval torture devices, as well as his knife collection and some death row chairs that I repurposed into castration chairs.

My grandpa gave me my first knife. He thought I might need it for protection. But I used it impulsively against this bully bitch who harassed me on my way home from school one day. And I guess I hit just the right place for her to bleed out almost instantly. Now I know where the arteries are located. I know how to prolong death. Knives give you a sort of control that a gun doesn’t. I can cut all over a body, avoiding all the major arteries. And when I get bored, I slice an artery and they die.

Each of My Knives Tells Me a Story and Reminds Me of My Kills

My grandpa covered up my first kill. And then he taught me how to become a great killer phone sex bitch. Essentially, he taught me how to get away with murder and when he died, I inherited over 1000 knives from him. But I already amassed quite the collection of my own. And every knife I own tells a story. Sometimes I go down into my dungeon, and I masturbate with one of the knives.

Now don’t misunderstand me. I’m not shoving that knife anywhere. I’m simply holding it and licking it so I can remember the kills associated with that knife. A lot of serial killers take trophies. However, my knives serve as my trophies. Once my tongue goes across that steel blade, I remember vividly each kill I committed with that knife. I relive it and it gives me sexual pleasure. What can I say? I’m a sick bitch.

But I love my knives. They serve as my souvenirs. All I need to do is hold a knife and the memories of all the kills tied to that knife come flooding back. Thanks to my grandpa. I’m a knife, yielding, sadistic phone sex bitch. And I can either use one of my knives on you to create another hot memory or I can let you use my knife on an unsuspecting young girl that we killing mutilate together. Your choice.