Lets Make A Teen Rape Porn Snuff Film!

Teen Rape Porn

Teen rape porn always makes my sadistic pussy so wet. Oh and you know I only get off to that nasty snuff phone sex so why don’t i just make my own murder phone sex fantasies with this stupid little blond bitch. This blond prom queen got my little brother into trouble and now she will pay. I tied her down on the dirty mattress her small A cup tits were perky and pink nipples were tight. Her bald pink pussy actually looked so sweet and tight. I smiled running my knife down her throat and laughing telling her how fun it was going to be to fuck and torture her stupid blond body.

 

Snuff Phone Sex

She screamed as i rammed my black twelve inch long two inch this strap-on in her virgin pussy. I tore through her Hyman and was enjoying fucking her tight little cunt and telling her i would see her in hell. I slowly did a y incision on her chest and spread her open. I loved watching the light in her eyes dim. Snuff sex was the best. All my clients love teen rape porn and now I made one they know is sick and twisted like they are.

Snuff Sex is Easier to Get Away with During Halloween

snuff sexSnuff sex occurs more during the Halloween season than any other time of the year. Personally, I feel like I become bolder during the Halloween season in my kills. This time of year, it’s not unusual to see a person dressed up in some sort of costume. And that makes it easier to stab somebody in broad daylight.

I never act that brazen because I want to fly under the radar like I have for so many years. But it means I can be sloppier and kidnap somebody or stab them in a crowd instead of my kill shack or dungeon. I’m lucky I have a couple different places where I can kill with lots of wildlife around to help me dispose of the body. I think that’s what makes me unique as a stone cold killer; I never leave a body to be found.

This college bar hosted an early Halloween costume party. As a Goth girl I don’t go to college bars. Well, I don’t go to college bars, unless I have murder on my mind. College girls I like to torture. And most of them have it coming because of their insipid behavior and self-entitled actions.

To blend in, I dressed up as Ghost Face the killer from the Scream movies. I needed to hide my face. Plus, with my face covered, people would believe I belonged in a college bar. The place looked packed and stupid cunts appeared everywhere.

Killing in Public Becomes Easier During Halloween Season

But who my first kill would be seemed easy. This twat, for no reason, tossed her drink on me and started calling me names. Perhaps she confused me for somebody else. But either way her behavior seemed appalling to me. But then all young girls’ behavior seems rather appalling to me nowadays.

So, the dumb bitch throws a drink on me. Start a fight with me. And then demand that I buy her a drink because she wasted hers. Bitch, please. I didn’t touch you. I didn’t touch your drink. That’s on you. But she wanted to keep on going at it. So, I suggested we take it outside.

And when that didn’t work, I decided to make a bloody phone sex scene. I took out my knife, and I stabbed her right in the stomach, pulling the knife up, essentially leaving a huge slit in her stomach for her entrails to fall out. And people saw it, but they seemed so drunk and in their own zone, they thought I staged a Halloween prank. And nobody came to help her.

They let her bleed out on the floor. And they cheered me on. It’s like I had 1000 accomplices shoved into one bar. Because of that, I did not need to immediately bolt. Still, nobody knew who I was. If I suddenly fled the scene that might draw suspicion, so I hung around. Drank a few stale beers. And watched people step over my victim as she laid dying on the floor.

Perhaps, I Can Teach You How to Kill Boldly and Get Away with It Too

I watched people congratulate her on a great Halloween prank. But the prank was on everybody in that bar because I killed a bitch in front of them all and they didn’t believe it. I told you college boys and girls live in their own world. As the night went on, the place became more crowded, and I think people forgot about the prank. They walked all over the dead girl.

But it made the news the next night. This college bar had no camera so that went well for me. All anybody could say if the police questioned them would be that somebody in a Scream costume did the deed. But they wouldn’t even know my gender. Or my race. So, I got away with it.

I’m highly skilled when it comes to murder. I can do it in private or in public and still get away with it. Since I knew it would be a snuff porn night, I used this old car with fake plates not registered to me that no one even knows I own because I keep it hidden. It’s my killmobile. But even if cameras caught me in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see my face or find my car. I think of everything. And I can teach you how to kill boldly and avoid detection too.

Devil’s Delight

Torture sexI lit the candles, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. He was already waiting for me, spread-eagle on the table, arms and legs bound. He squirmed as I approached, eyeing the torture tools laid out before him.

I ran my fingers over his skin, feeling him shiver. “You’ve been a bad boy,” I purred. “And bad boys need to be punished.”

I picked up the whip, snapping it against his thigh. He yelped, arching off the table. I smiled, admiring the red welts already forming on his skin.

But I wasn’t done yet. I grabbed the clamps, attaching them to his nipples, watching him writhe in pain and pleasure. Then I slid my hand between his legs, gripping his hardening cock.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said, stroking him slowly. “You like being at my mercy.”

He could only moan in response, lost in a haze of agony and ecstasy. I kept toying with him, bringing him to the edge over and over again, never letting him come.

Until finally, when he was begging for release, I climbed on top of him, impaling myself on his cock. We both cried out as I started to ride him hard, my cunt gripping him like a vice.

I fucked him until we both came, our bodies shaking with the force of our orgasms. As I collapsed on top of him, I whispered in his ear, “This is just the beginning, my pet. There’s so much more I want to do to you.”

And I meant it. There was no end to the depravity I wanted to explore with him, no limit to how far I would go in subjugating him to my every whim and desire.

Taboo Phone Sex Accomplices Can Be Women Too

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex whore, I get all sorts of requests from folks needing an accomplice. I can torture somebody, kidnap somebody, even snuff somebody for you. However, most of my clients seem to be men who just need something young to fuck or maybe they need an ex murdered. But over the weekend, a sexy mature blonde hired me. A very rich socialite with a very real problem. And she thought I could help eradicate her problem.

I told her she came to the right place. Kelley started an affair with a much younger guy. Not illegal young, but barely legal young. Apparently, he was part of the catering crew her husband hired for a fancy political fundraiser held in their home a few months ago. She thought the boy understood they would only fuck once.

As a married socialite, it could never come out that she engaged in an affair with such a younger man. According to her, it’s not about the money. She earns her own money as a CEO of a beauty company. Her reputation and her brand seemed on the line if this came out. The boy started blackmailing her. Extorting her for cash to keep their dirty little secret.

Women Can Hire Me for Murder Too

She came to me for advice. Killer phone sex did not appear on her mind. However, I told her the only way to deal with extortion would be murder. Otherwise, you give him 10 grand now and a week later he wants 50 grand. It won’t stop until she’s bankrupt. I asked her a few questions and gave her some options. But I also told her the best option would be to kill the boy. And for the right fee, I would take care of all of that for her. Keep her hands clean.

I did something I never do. I fucked my client. I’m bisexual and she’s fucking hot so I didn’t see a problem. It didn’t cloud my judgment about what needed to be done. So, after I fucked her, I set a honey trap for her boy toy extortionist.

And he walked right into my trap because apparently, he’s a sucker for rich mature women. I think the sex for him he considers bonus. He planned all along to extort her for money. So, I posed as a sexy, sophisticated and very rich, socialite, and of course he took the bait.

I wore black wig and glasses to obscure my face from any cameras in the bar. And I let that boy think he picked me up. We went back to his place and as I rode his young barely legal 19-year-old throbbing cock, I put my hands around his throat to choke him out.

Sometimes, When I Kill a Boy I Think of All the Men Who Wronged Me

 I drugged him enough to make it too hard for him to fight me back. And I looked him straight in the eyes as he took his last breath. And that’s intoxicating to me. To me, that boy represented a lot of men from my past who tried to extort and blackmail me into submission.

Although I felt like he wasted his talent because he could’ve been a male escort and made money fucking older women without resorting to criminal behavior. But I did not feel bad over killing him. Your actions have consequences. And blackmailing a super-rich MILF came with the consequence of losing his life. He deserved a snuff sex death. He deserved to die at the hands of a woman he planned on extorting in the future. I saw through his flirtatious behavior. I’ve seen that look in men’s eyes all my life. Men look at women like their playthings.  Well, I made it look like a solo erotic asphyxiation encounter gone wrong.

Once I completed the job, I paid Kelly a visit and we fucked again. I took her money, but I won’t blackmail her, and she won’t blackmail me. However, I do think we’ll keep on fucking. She has a banging body and a velvet tongue. And a touch of evil inside of her too. And that makes her fucking hot to me.

Evil mommy’s school girl BBC torture

Evil phone sex

After school torture was an everyday thing for me growing up. Mommy pimping my tight little pussy out while I was in school, old creepy men picking me up, creechy big dick rando’s hired to fuck me silly for her sick and evil offspring fetish.

I was still in my uniform when I’d get rammed and slammed, bent like an animals. Mommy watching over while I’m brutally beaten to a pulp before my little holes were ripped apart. She especially loved that dark and twisted old BBC big dick fucks. They always paid big bucks for a fertile young whore shredding my insides with thick blood cum. She loved to dip her finger inside my moist little clam to taste the fear and betrayal. Sweating and numb I’d beg her for it to stop only to get slapped and spanked. Every whimper and every cry made her rage, finding the biggest fattest meat to rob me of my virginity.

Ass raped like an animal in heat.

Mommy prefered my on my stomach, my uniform skirt shoved up to my tiny tits, panties pushed to the side, I had no chance of getting out. My little body smashed, he had my by my hips, big balls banging on my leaky bunghole, forced to enjoy. Oozing creamy bloody spooge down my legs she’d yell for him to go harder, offering cash to stretch my tight little gash. Barely legal bitch hunted and blasted after school.

Kidnapped used and abused. Sold to the highest bidder. Mommy made so much money off me. My cherry popped right before my eyes, blood scorched and stained sheets, forced to stretch my bitty bunghole. Cum call me honey and tell me how you like to use little barely legal school girls like me. Branded and tied down all for mommy’s sick fetish, I belong to the longest shlong, I wanna be your gothic sexual tortured slave.

Lovely kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex

 

The kidnapping phone sex I just had literally made me squirt everywhere. Ah just being so naught and hearing their tortures screams as we make out and put our victim in an even more pain. Completely tied up, and using his ex-wife like a rug.

Grabbing her and throwing her in the truck was so easy, and she was sooo drunk. Well, it was perfect because this would be her last time harassing everyone. Maybe a nice, good kidnapping and with torture will bring her back down to earth.  With a nice hit right to her fucking stomach.

While we cover her face in our spit and cum. Pissing on her and treating her like a pathetic worthless bitch that she is. She looked better with cuts all over her anyways, and her screams kept making my pussy throb. Just having to bend over and take his cock right there. In front of his kidnapped ex-wife, tied up and tortured. He held my cunt right at her face and make me squirt all over her.

It was going to be so much fun tormenting her especially since no one will go looking for her.

Satan’s Whore: A Filthy Hail Mary Fuck

Blasphemy sexI knelt before the altar, my naked body glistening with sweat, my cunt throbbing with need. “Hail Satan,” I chanted, my voice husky with lust. “Make me your whore, your filthy fucktoy.”

He materialized behind me, his hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. “You’re mine,” he growled, his teeth grazing my ear. “My personal slave, my dirty little slut.”

I whimpered in submission, spreading my legs, presenting my holes to him. He slapped my ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on my jiggly flesh. “You like that, you fucking whore?” he snarled. I nodded frantically, my pussy gushing with desire.

He shoved two fingers into my cunt, pumping them hard and fast. I moaned, my back arching, my tits bouncing with each thrust. He added a third finger, stretching me out, making me scream in ecstasy.

“Beg for my cock,” he commanded, removing his fingers and sucking them clean. I did as I was told, my voice desperate and needy.

“Please daddy,” I whimpered, “I need your big, hard cock. I need you to fill me up, to make me your whore.”

He grinned, unzipping his pants and letting his huge dick spring free. I leaned forward, presenting my ass, begging him to mount me. He slid into my tight hole, stretching me out, making me scream in pleasure and pain.

He fucked me hard, pounding my ass, making me take every inch of his cock. I was his slave, his whore, and I loved every minute of it. I came over and over again, my pussy and ass clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Finally, with a groan, he filled me up, his hot seed shooting deep into my guts. I collapsed onto the altar, completely used, my holes dripping with his spunk. I was Satan’s whore, and I couldn’t wait for our next depraved session.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Cum True with Me

violent phone sexMost men enjoy violent phone sex fantasies. In my opinion, I find it healthy and cathartic for men to unleash their rage and anger. And let’s face it, the world seems like a hot mess right now. So much drama and politics make us all feel a little on edge. I know I’ve been snorting a lot more coke lately. And letting men do vile things to me so that I can get a fix.

This weekend, I found myself alone. And I hate to be alone. So, I got myself into some trouble. For once, I did not need coke. Marcus, my regular drug dealer, fucked the shit out of me Thursday night and gave me a big bag, a bigger bag than normal. Why? Because he knew I would go through more with my husband and my sons away for the weekend. He knows me so well.

I felt adventurous. So, I went to this new urban bar. Urban just means black. This new nightclub located in the black part of town looked like the kind of place I could find some good trouble. However, I found gang bang trouble. A bunch of black men wanted to make me their gangbang rape porn star. But they wanted to do it with an audience.

Usually when men violate me, we’re in some studio or a dark corner of a bar with no eyes on us. But this urban club seemed packed. And not dimly lit like most dive bars I frequent. Very bright lights. And the brothers tossed me into the middle of the dance floor with all the light shining on me while they gangbanged me in front of a live audience.

Black Men Love to Fuck Me, But Black Women Hate Me

Black women cheered them on. In fact, black women narrated what they did to me. I didn’t even know these women, and they seemed to hate me already. Maybe I just represented all the white women that steal the good black men from them. I’m not sure. But I could hear black women yelling things like pull her hair, choke her, and shove your fist up her cunt and ass.

 Clearly, nobody wanted me there. I just wanted to have a few drinks, maybe dirty dance with some brothers but instead I got force fucked and violated while black women egged it on. Damn. I picked the wrong bar.

Once the men finished force fucking me, the women came over and kicked me while I laid on the floor in pain. They spit on me. A few even pissed on me. And they laughed at me for thinking that I could come into their club and steal their men. I knew they hated me not because of me, but because of all the white women who love those big black cocks. I’m married to a white man. And I’m never going to leave him. However, I do like black cock occasionally like any other white woman.

If those black women had not been in the club, I planned on sucking some cock, maybe give a few hand jobs and drink some cocktails before heading home. Instead, I became an ass rape porn star to a bunch of black cocks and black fists. And experienced degradation and humiliation in the process. When I left, I smelled like a toilet. And I looked like a porn star. Note to self. Never go to an urban club. Black women don’t want you there.

Bringing You The Young Holes In Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phone sexAs an accomplice phone sex snuff queen, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as we brought the unsuspecting young girl to our lair. Her innocent eyes filled with fear and disbelief as she realized what was about to happen. The hot guy grabbed her roughly, pushing her against the wall and exposing her tight little body.

I watched from the shadows, my heart racing in anticipation of their encounter. The way he roughly pulled down her panties, revealing her wet pussy begging for attention made me wet too. His cock was already hard as a rock, ready to claim that sweet cunt for himself.

As they began their twisted dance of pleasure and pain, I couldn’t help but feel aroused by their power play. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room while moans escaped both their lips intermittently. It was clear that this wasn’t just about sex; it was about control and submission – two things that turned me on immensely!

The sight of him fucking into her tight hole while she struggled under his weight sent shivers down my spine . . . And when he finally came inside her after hours of relentless fucking – filling every inch of available space within those precious holes – we both let out primal growls signaling our satisfaction at having taken part in such depraved act together!

Our hearts raced as we watched them both collapse onto the dirty floor, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure. The young girl’s eyes were glazed over with lust while her body trembled from the aftershocks of their intense encounter.

As an accomplice, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in our accomplishment. We had taken this innocent creature and turned her into nothing more than a vessel for our desires – all without any remorse or hesitation on our part!

The hot guy looked up at me, his face smeared with sweat and semen, grinning widely as if to say “Well done!” It was then that I realized just how much we truly enjoyed this twisted game – taking away someone’s innocence and using them however we pleased… And it only made us want more!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Helps Expel Our Rage

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true. But you need the right accomplice. And although I prefer to kill alone, I’m feeling generous this October. And I’ve done something new with my 31 kills of October. Tony needed my help. And he paid for my help too. So, I thought why not. I can profit off something I planned on doing anyway.

Tony seemed filled with rage. And I knew it might be a bit risky to collaborate with a powder keg like him. He seemed like Michael Douglas in that 80s movie Falling Down. I think he might have been just one person shy of a total meltdown. Like if he ordered a hotdog with ketchup and he got a hotdog with mustard instead, I think would kill over the mistake. But I made sure he knew that I would not hesitate to kill him too if he tried anything with me.

Tony did not know who he wanted to kill. No one person in mind. He just wanted to experience the thrill of murder. Plus, I think years of neglect from women exasperated his rage. But he needed me to reign in his terror. Without me, he might’ve killed an innocent woman just to get out his frustrations. And I understand being outraged and sexually frustrated. I’ve been a killing machine since my teen years.

But if you want to avoid prison, you need self-control. That’s how people get caught. They kill in a frenzy and leave DNA behind. Hence why men like Tony and you need a seasoned accomplice phone sex partner.

Sometimes, It Feels Cathartic to Take Your Rage Out on a Bitch

I decided to teach Tony, how to kill undetected. And he seemed eager to learn. We picked this girl who threw a drink on him last week when he asked her to dance. I mean, I found that a hardcore response. And this might seem odd coming from me, but I would never waste a perfectly good drink on a guy just because he asked me out. A simple no would have sufficed.

We focused on her. He wanted revenge. Since this girl already rejected Tony once, I lured her away. But I had to use chloroform halfway to meet Tony. She started to realize I meant her harm. I wanted to torture the bitch. Make her pain last.

But as soon as I got her into the kill shack, where Tony waited for us, he grabbed one of my knives and started stabbing her frantically. Blood splattered everywhere. And I wanted to participate, but at this point, I just sat back and let him take out his rage on her. Clearly, he had a lot more pent-up rage than I ever could’ve imagined. Seriously, he went wild animal on this bitch. Turned my kill shack into a bloody shack. However, since it is Halloween month, I decided to leave some of the blood there.

Men Need Me as Their Accomplice to Keep Them Safe

Although not a satisfying kill for me, he needed to get out his rage. But I made sure not to leave any of my DNA there. One of the reasons I held back. That kind of frenzied kill feels good, but it leads to a lot of mistakes too. He wouldn’t need to worry about DNA not in my kill shack that nobody even knows exist.

No body no proof. I fed her carcass to the wild animals out back. And I cleaned up the floors. He enjoyed the kill. It felt cathartic to him to expel that kind of rage. To make a snuff porn with a girl who wronged him. Did I mention he fucked her dead body too? Hey, if you enjoy necrophilia, I don’t judge.

When he paid me, he joked that I seemed cheaper than years of therapy. And that’s true. Sometimes you just need to get your rage out. And when you do, I can help keep you protected.