Category: Accomplice phone sex

Fuck Her Bloody Throat

sex with dead bodies

I just cut this so deep it snuffed her out. It all started when my dear friend asked if I wanted to have some fun shopping for a new victim. I knew my day would be made if by finding and snatching up a little hottie whore that had no idea what was coming. Then, I found her. She was far too precious to be frolicking unattended! What if somebody saw her? What if somebody had ill intentions. What if somebody like us didn’t want to control their urges? Once we laid eyes on her it was only a matter of time before she was being smothered and dragged to a secluded area. As we made our way to a brush in the park, I started slashing her with a razor blade. I could not wait to make this bitch leak red potion and beg for mercy! Her screams made me want to slit her throat and watch you fuck the hole. I know just how you like your fuck meat so I also slash her tits and pussy lips until all we see is red. That blood will help your cock violate all her fucking bottom holes while also keeping your throbbing cock lubed up. I didn’t want the fun to end but I had to slit her throat. I couldn’t wait to watch your cock fuck the raw neck meat while she gargles her own blood! Are you ready to throat fuck a dead bitch?

Shit Showers Clean My Soul

Fantasy phone sex

 

Fulfilling all of my sadistic fantasies builds up a bit of a barrier inside me, a weird wall that makes it hard for me to enjoy myself, so sometimes I need a palette cleansing.  How does a sick and twisted twat like me attack such a daunting task as wiping my corroded conscience clear?  I cover myself in all the gutter muck and shit I can find and cleanse my body in filth and funk.

It probably sounds counterproductive to you, but there’s something about sewage and squalor that makes me feel like, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.  The cool splatter of creamy clay and excreta as it hits my skin is exhilarating!  The slimy feel of the sludge slowly sliding off of my flesh is better than the most expensive rub down at a day spa.

When the pungent aroma hits my nostrils, it makes my eyes roll back in my head in pure ecstasy every time.  You haven’t lived until you’ve inhaled the combined stench of who knows how many people’s foulness blended with the earthy musk of watery, slip-like mud.  When little bits of sticks and leaves get into the mix, the fragrant tang is pure perfection, nostalgia at its finest.  Reminds me of being young.

Of course I rinse myself but not until the thick caking of crud dries and hardens before flaking off of me in a myriad of jagged little shapes.  I like to run my nails all over myself, getting all the gunk built up in my nail beds so I can pick it all out, one finger at a time.  I find it to be extremely satisfying.

That’s pretty much it.  I might throw some piss into the mix during my rinse off but not always.  Just depends on how I’m feeling, like everything I do.  How else would you expect a psychotic sex succubus like me to clean her body and soul?  Relax in a fucking bath with a glass of wine surrounded by candles?  Yeah right, go fuck yourself and your polished pedestrian outlook on life.  Not every woman in the world is your dumbass mom or dipshit wife.

 

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. Sick bitches like me have them too. I have more than dark fantasies, however. I act on my impulses. I think you should too because repressed desires are no good for anyone. That is why when I saw this little angel playing alone in the park, I seized the moment. She was too young to be playing alone. She was easy prey. I asked her if she wanted to see a puppy in the back of my van, then I chloroformed her. I am patient with my prey. I took her to my cabin in the woods for easy disposal. It is so off the grid that no one will ever find it. It is rustic. No power or running water. It is just a kill shack that masquerades as a hunting cabin. The little angel was groggy but alert enough to be scared. I was going to have fun with her, but I do wish you had been with me to enjoy destroying her young flesh. I love the smell and taste of virgin blood. I fucked her with a strap-on first. I popped that cherry quickly. When I grew bored of the strap-on, I switched to my fists. I love fisting a tight bald cunt. I split her in two. If she survived the assault, which she would not, her little cunt would need stitches. I am a snuff porn maker. No one lives to talk about their encounters with me. That is why I have never been caught. I have no real MO, so no pattern can be established. The remains are never found, because nature is my accomplice. After I killed the little cunt, I fed her to the coyotes and bears. That little bitch is literally just a shit stain in the wilderness now.

Torture Me

Torture SexMy master didn’t hold back on today’s patrons. It was a pair and their opening act was to spit roast me across a table covered in silverware. They teased me when I got poked, stabbed and prodded. They timed their thrusts perfectly in tandem so that when one cock slammed into my hungry womb my throat was pushed to the base of the other, and when the other gripped my hair hard enough to draw blood he rammed into my throat with enough force to push me back into his friend. There wasn’t a moment I could breathe, not a moment my stinging pussy wasn’t being destroyed for their needs. I could feel blood staining the tablecloth below, heedless of my wants or needs and that made me so wet and slick they had to fuck me harder to make it hurt! I begged master to give me a good one today and he rewarded me for my earnest begging with the best duo I could ask for on short notice. The marks will scar my perfectly toned body, and I’m grateful. Perhaps Master will give me to them again if I ask nicely with my ruined lower lips?

 

 

Pain and Pleasure

Taboo Phone SexYour wife looks so hot tied up with her legs spread. you have hired me to take care of her, record her, fuck her and do whatever the hell I want while you watch in a corner or through the hidden camera. I had my ‘friend’ kidnap her on her way home from work just like you requested. She has been here for days. She is naked, crying, wet, and screaming for me while you jerk off your dirty, pervert cock in the dark corner, She has no idea that you are watching as I whip her pussy black and blue. I turn her over and spank her ass! You want me to leave sexy cuts all along with her black. I take my blade and begin ad the red, bloody cuts begin and you cum all over them.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Code Blue

Fucking the dead is what Necrophilia phone sex is all about, and it’s what I love. It’s great that my Mother is a Night Nurse and I will visit the Hospital late at night. Skeleton staff is the best staff. I roam the Halls and of the intensive care silently stalking for attractive men on life support. I play Night Nurse too. I love getting my hands on the syringes and all these different fluids. I have learned to inject a little air in the tubes of their IV’s and then climb on for a ride. That code blue alarm is a turn on while I am riding this man to his last beat of his heart. This is a high for me and feeling the guy die while inside me is what makes me cum hardest.

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Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get wicked. I love to be tied up, but it is always a risk.  I mean some guys hate women so much, especially me, that I could end up dead one of these days. I know you are wondering why I would do it. Why would I put myself in a situation that could kill me or cause me bodily harm? I could tell you I am a pain slut. That would be a true statement. But that is not it. I am a coke whore. All the risky and stupid shit I do is because I either want coke or need money to get coke. It is clear by my pictures that I often pose for bondage shoots. I enjoy it. It is easy money to buy coke. Most of the ads I answer on Fet Life or other similar fetish sites are legitimate. Guys or studios just in need of fetish models. Occasionally, however, I am catfished. I am attracted to the money and my need for coke makes me ignore that gut feeling.

I arrived at the warehouse for my photo shoot and immediately felt off. Something was not right, but I was focused on the money and did not listen to my gut. There was bondage equipment in the room, but no cameras. I let the guy tie me up ignoring all the red flags that were there. He just wanted to tie a whore up for his gangbang rape porn fantasies. Soon, there were a bunch of men in the room. He paid these guys $20 to fuck me. Dirty men. Junkies and homeless men. Some of them smelled like that had not showered in over a year. I was force fucked for hours by the dregs of society. No condoms. No lube. It was humiliating and made me freak out about catching some disease. I never got paid either. I was so stupid. He tied me up for some sick pleasure. Now, I am even more desperate for money for coke.

Happy 420

snuff phone sex Happy 420 my pervert fuckers! It’s a great night to fire up your kush and have some snuff phone sex with me! How about we take a sweet young urchin and use her to pleasure your cock while you suck on your bong with me! Build an altar with me so we can cover her in your cum inside and out! Our victim won’t like you fucking her. I’ll probably have to sit on her lil’ mouth and smoothe their screams as your big fat daddy dick tears her virgin cunny apart! We will pass the blunt and laugh at her pain. And the higher we get the more insured we will be to get creative in her death! Lets inflict more pain than we ever have before! Destroying her tiny ass with my switch blade and your cock brings my teen whore pussy so much pleasure! I fist her hard and deep as you fire up the bong and stroke to me violating her ass! I want to feel the warmth of her blood dripping all over my wrist! Light it up so we can fuck her up!teen phone sex

Daddy’s Favorite Victim!

Teen Rape Porn

I love being tied up and victimized like daddy’s little cock sleeve! This morning I woke up with a blindfold on and hand cuffs around my wrists securing me to the bed. I felt my panties being pulled down and my cunt being forced open with a dildo and hardly any lube. I knew it was daddy or brother coming to use my worthless holes for their satisfaction. My heart started pounding as I heard the door open and more footsteps towards the bed. It had to be my daddy’s friends coming to help him fill me with cum. As a cock was shoved down my throat and one in my pussy I started moaning and gagging all over it. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to start my day off with a brutal force fucking!

Snuff Porn Secrets

snuff pornSnuff porn I like to watch. I do not like to be the star of a snuff flick, however. Honestly, you just never know what can happen. Snuff is a gamble. Some are fake and staged. Others are real. Women on the snuff circuit go missing all the time. Police showed up at my door this morning. That always scares the shit out of me. They wanted to ask me about a missing girl. I knew her. The weird thing is I met her over a decade ago. We made a snuff film together. I never saw her again. I almost barely escaped that snuff film. I knew she never did. She was reported missing a decade ago by her wealthy parents after she disappeared from a hotel room in Los Angeles. I was not sure what they knew or how they connected me to her. The only thing that ever connected us was a snuff sex video that a very rich man paid to have made. I survived. She did not. I did not know what happened to her body, but I knew she died. I saw her get slaughtered. I was panicked. If they knew about the movie, they knew I knew her. I lied. I said I made a dark film with her, but it was a staged film. I said we both walked away that day and I never saw her again. I worried they would know I lied, but it was not like I could do anything to save her. I would have been dismembered and disemboweled too. The cops would never find her body. There was not much of her left by the time her young body was destroyed. I asked how they found me. It was not the movie. It was a graphic from the film that landed on the Internet. They knew I was in a dark movie with her around the time she disappeared. They believed my story. We had both answered some Craigs List ad back when that was a thing. We made a movie because we were desperate for money but we both walked out of the studio. If the director thinks I talked, I will be dead. Snitches get stiches. I never rat on a master, a snuff director or snuff phone sex caller. Your dark secrets are safe with me. I want to live.