I Love Bloody Phone Sex

bloody phone sexI live for bloody phone sex. I don’t just kill a person, I mutilate their body and exsanguinate the body. I am a gore whore. My friends think I am a vampire wannabe because I drink blood. They don’t know the half of it. A have a few goth friends I confide in, but they think I just have dark fantasies. They don’t realize that I mostly have dark realities because killing is my favorite pastime. This little millennial bitch cut in front of me in line at a coffee house. She informed me I don’t matter, so I could wait. I was stabbing her with my eyes in line for an overpriced coffee. I made note of her license plate because once you have that, a home address is not hard to find, especially when you have a friend at the DMV. That little cunt just had her last Frappuccino. I broke into her house early in the morning. Of course, she lived in the suburbs in a trendy artsy community. A grizzly murder and home invasion would rock this community. I woke up because I wanted her to see me kill her. I wanted her to feel her death. Normally, I would have a male accomplice to help me. He could explore his rape fantasies before she became my snuff porn queen. This bitch was all mine this time. I dragged her skinny ass to her bathroom, muffled her mouth with her panties and hung her upside down from her shower rod. I slit her throat to bleed her out. I sat naked in the tub feeling her hot blood spill on my body and fill my wine glass. I masturbated using her blood as lube, watching the life disappear from her eyes while drinking her warm blood. Who doesn’t matter now, bitch?

Fucking Worth Nothing

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I am a stupid fucking bitch who needs to be dick beaten choked and fucked all the time. I realize that I’m worthless I realize there’s nothing good about me except for my fucking fat ass cum guzzling pussy and my dick sucking lips. That’s right I’m just a submissive whore the kind that relishes being cock stroked and fucked up. If you have ass rape fantasies I’m the motherfucker you should get with I can make those fantasies hop out of your brain and into your cock and spray all over the place. I am all hopped up on drugs always plus I’m drunk as fuck do you want to beat your meat on my head would you like to beat your meat on my lips and my tongue or would you like to shove your cock down my throat and bang on my fucking tonsils like it’s a boxing bag. I’m no good anyway no one loves me no one cares my grandfather told me that men would fuck me but not marry me I guess the old geezer was right. Do what you want to me it doesn’t matter no one is concerned especially not me.

Breeding Baby Machine

snuff sexNow that the cats out of the bag my master is happy as can be not only can he capitalize on the profit he can also make sure to overwork me even more? There is nothing men love more than a pregnant twat. Pregnants cunts are the tightest and the most fun to fuck up. Snuff sex with a whore who is knocked up is fun. The more the get far along in their pregnancy, the more helpless they are. I have been fucking more guys since I have been pregnant than ever. You will be surprised how many guys want to be able to nut in a whore who is expecting. One of my clients ends up chocking me to the point that my face is blue. I also get all my hoes have been ripped and stretched with each guy that nails me. It doesn’t matter because I am bound to be a nasty baby making machine forever.

Snuff Sex for Drugs

snuff sexSnuff sex is all I deserve. I know this. I am worthless. I think that is why I gravitate to mean assholes. I am not attracted to men who will treat me well. I have never been with a loving man. I wouldn’t know how to act. My husband just ignores me. I don’t think we say two words to each other a day. He has his whores and I have my masters. He said to me once that he was just waiting for the call that I was dead. I know he thinks my lifestyle is risky. He won’t give me drug money, so my lifestyle is his fault when you think about it. I need drugs to function. With no money and used up holes, that leads to bad decisions.  Many bad decisions like placing ads on fetish sites to be used for money. Tom was happy to pay me for his kinky desires. Tom has a mean streak that he told me he couldn’t explore with a girlfriend or a wife. Since I was a whore, he was happy to pay me to do the things he can’t with most women. He put a collar around my neck and made sure I knew I was his sex slave. He choked me, slapped me, kicked me, even flicked his cigar ashes on me. He called me names, beat me and pissed on me too. He said his cock had never been so hard. I had to wonder if my cunt had ever been so wet.

Trust Me

Snuff phone sexI may be weird, when I beg you for me pain. Maybe you are scared of going to far, please don’t be. This is me begging you to go for it. I want to scream, I want to bleed. I want to feel cold and fading away. Just the thought of my cold dead body is enough to get you excited. I know it is, I’ve teased with this thought so many times, hoping to plant the plan into your head. I see that darkness in you, I’m begging you explore it. Peel off my flesh slowly enjoy my cries use my body for your sick pleasure. Let me be your first, I might not deserve to be so important but I want to be. Please let me be the experience you won’t ever forget. Let me be the first pathetic life you snuff out from this world.

Snuff Phone Sex 101

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Snuff Sex isn’t just about killing and eating bitches or bastards. It is about how my pussy contracts and starts flowing honey down my leg at the sound of screams and cries. Begging me to spare that life. Begging me over and over, and giving them hope that there is something they can do to be spared.  The sound of that final heartbeat, the way the blood spurts up all over my naked body ,so hot and full of that iron smell. I love it when I have a nice big cock to ride after I take that last breath from my victims. Blood dripping down my body. I love when I have had three or four acclomplices pumping cum into battered cunts and asses. the smell of blood and cum makes me so hungry for my victims flesh. I love when I can just tear a piece of that sweet neck off and have a sweet bite right in the middle of Cannibalism phone sex. 

Torture Sex After Party

torture sexTorture sex is the only sex I get, he informed me. I had passed out at a party. It wasn’t a freaky S & M party, but the private party afterward certainly was a kinky nightmare for me. I woke up suspended from a rafter in the great room stripped naked. It was like a bad slumber party from my youth. If you fell asleep first the other girls put your hands in water, so you would pee your sleeping bag. I got too drunk, passed out and became the host’s sex slave. He had an array of scary BDSM equipment hanging from the wall. It was like he was just waiting patiently for a whore like me to get way too drunk. First came the nipple clamps. Second, came the whipping and flogging. He used a switch first but found he liked his leather belt the most because it welted my skin. The more I cried or begged to be released, the harder he whipped me. He focused on my tits for a solid hour it felt like. My big fake funbags grew a size from the swelling. He enjoyed making my tits inflamed. Just when I thought he was done because his arms seemed tired, the abuse took a turn for the worse. He invited his party guests to take turns whipping and punching me. Men and women slut shamed me and took turns abusing my body. One guy punched me so hard, he popped a saline bag. I guess I know now never to pass out at a party. My body looks like I had snuff sex all night. I am black and blue, even purple and red. I am covered in welts and I have lopsided tits. Just a day in the life of a submissive whore.

The Gift For His Slut

Sadistic phone sexMy old man gave me a gift wrapped in a box. I was surprised because he’s never giving me anything. For a brief moment I was happy but not for long. I opened the box and saw a human dog collar and leash. He was telling me where my place was in his world, I was no better than a dog or an object. Tears rolled down my face as he fastened the collar around my neck. He made me get down on my knees and walked me around the living room like a well-trained dog. I didn’t dare protest because he would kick my ass. I knew my place. He sat in his favorite chair and pulled my chain because he wanted his dick sucked. I held his huge dick and licked it all over before putting it in my mouth. I sucked him nice and slow like he trained me to do. He came in my mouth and I swallowed. I opened my mouth because he liked making sure that it was empty.

Blowjob bootcamp

ass rape pornOne of my favorite experiences is being the accomplice to one of my bosses. We worked in a high tense field, and this particular company was the cream of the crop in the market. There was plenty of girls lining up to apply. One of my tasks was hiring. I had to hire a sweet whore who was willing to learn. I had to find out which whore would assist in a lot more than clerical duties. I would run a blowjob boot camp and whoever passed with flying colors could join the team. I had to get cute girls willing to do anything for this paid internship. I, of course, had to demonstrate and had to be rough on them and make them gag like good sluts. Eventually, I would turn some ass rape porn, and some rape fantasy flicks too. It was fun being in control and making my boss happy.

Knife Play Tonight

Knife play phone sexMy fingers are shaking and stained with blood. I couldn’t help myself the way the silver glistened in the reflecting light, it was like it was calling for me. My body ached for pain, needed it like a addict needed their next fix. Let’s be honest I am addicted, pain in my most pure drug. It gets me off makes me feel alive. I laid in bed watching my silver pocket knife sitting on the nightstand, just begging to be played with. I pulled down my panties and reached for it. Flipped it out and stared at the sharp 3 inch serrated blade. I pressed the cold blade against my skin, goosebumps covered my body. I toyed with the blade the tips slowly scraping down my stomach to my sweet bald little peach. I used my fingers to separate the soft little lips, letting the blade gently touch my clit. I spread my legs wide and inserted the blade inside me, while I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I moved my hips, slowly pulling the knife in and out twisting it around to feel the sharp pains of it tearing the inside of my pussy. It got wetter and wetter, I could feel blood gushing out making a mess between my thighs. I was so close, I rubbed my clit faster as I started to climax. Afterwards I slowly pulled out my knife, which was once shiny and clean now cover in red, the shine barely able to be seen. I feel so light headed, but completely and utterly satisfied.