Category: Bloody phone sex

The Next Star of My Snuff Movies

snuff moviesYou look like the star of snuff movies. I am looking for a leading man for my next snuff flick with a very young girl. The kind of girl who has no tits yet and a naturally bald pussy. I want to kill a really young bitch. They annoy the fuck out of me. I lack maternal instincts. But, I think a P man like you could have a use for a super young slut, right? I am thinking there are at least three holes on young sluts that you might find useful. I make the perfect accomplice and director, because I won’t give a fuck if the bitch cries or bleeds. In fact, I want her to do both. I told you I have zero maternal instincts. The way I see it, once less little slut in the world is a good thing. Annoying little cock teasers deserve to be in pictures. They deserve to be in snuff porn. They deserve to make your rape fantasies cum true. I know just where to kidnap the little beauties. I know just where to take them, so their screams cannot be heard. And, I know just how to dispose of the remains, so no one can find them again. I just need a male star. Is that you?

Let’s Taste Each Other

Cannibalism phone sexIt was a blind date, one of my close friends suggested him to me. She said he was my kind of peculiar. It wasn’t until near the end of the evening I figured out what she had meant. We had met up earlier in the day to catch a movie. He was a nice looking man very well mannered and polite. He was also very gentle which I didn’t really care for, but the way he was so careful was curious. After the movie he offered to cook us dinner back at his place. I accepted to be polite although I was finding our date very boring. He sat me down at the table and started to prepare things in kitchen. He grabbed a hefty size knife and walked over to the table. He then said “Have you ever tasted yourself Juliet?” he grinned placing the tip of the knife against his tongue. It was like a new person suddenly I couldn’t quite explain it. “I’m not sure what you mean” I replied curiously. He paused and answered “I think to be truly intimate with someone, you should share your flavor with them.” As he finished he pulled up his sleeve and sliced off a slice of his own flesh, and walked into the kitchen placing it in the frying pan. I smiled, when I finally understood that he was my kind of peculiar. I walked into the kitchen and took the knife from his hand and cut off a slice of myself. “In that case, let’s taste each other” I grinned.

I’ve got a perfect new fuck buddy

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My new fuck buddy is amazing he fucks me like a champion and he sends his friends over to get my cum guzzling services. Last night he shoved his fist so far in my asshole that I started to cry. Let’s call him Dexter, anyway Dexter is a monster in the bedroom he never lets up I know he would fuck me until he saw blood before he got even more insane. I’m addicted to the way he drives his enormous cave cock into my soaking wet wide open cunt. Dexter is a slapper and he likes to see my face welt up with his handprint, he squeezes my nipples so hard and chokes me until I pass out that makes my pussy squirt so he loves it because he keeps fucking me unti I come to again. I love it and he likes me to tape his friends without them knowing so we can watch and fuck like movie night.

Alternative Sex With A Sadistic Bitch

Gothic Phone SexIt’s so fucking funny how pathetic most guys really are. I am alternative and a cunt, I will never care about anyone’s feelings. I am willing to bet most guys haven’t had sex with a gothic chick just those lame ass basic bitches guys fuck. How funny and then they complain, someone like me brings guys into almost like a dante’s inferno with a little bit of pleasure. I love pouring candle wax and hot grease down your nipples while you stare at my bright black lipstick. It makes my pussy so wet knowing your skin is peeling off and I am smothering you with my fat pussy. If you bite I will do something you won’t like very much, most guys don’t know what they got into with me. I love jumping up and down and pussy slamming on a face until I come super hard. Why don’t you see what mood I am into, are you going to be able to cum or am I going to let you suffer….

Bitch better pay me

2 girl phone sexFucking Blair owes me thousands of dollars right now, bitch got her party on and thinks I’m just gonna let her play for free?? That ain’t how life works no matter what that fucking crack whore thinks! She can’t just throw that pussy at me either cus I am not a man I don’t give a fuck about her old pussy… but if she ain’t gonna pay me I damn sure will be putting that pussy to work. I had to go to her house to get her cus she was ducking all my calls, she knew I was pissed off and she was scared, or at least she should have been scared. She was so high that she offered no resistance when I dragged her out the house, bitch didn’t even start complaining until I got her back to my place! First thing she asked for was a bump but instead I gave her chains. Locked that bitch up nice and tight and then started off fucking her old ass pussy with a red hot poker. She squealed like a lil piggie and begged me to stop but I was just getting started! I pulled that poker out of her burnt up cunt and shoved in my biggest sandpaper dildo just to really rub that skin raw then I invited over all kinds of men to fuck that raw pussy. I sold her off for 5 bucks a fuck, until her debt was paid, the rest I let fuck her for free! Hope that bitch learned not to fuck with me!

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Please Kill Me

Murder phone sex FantasiesMy life is worth much I’m just a pathetic whore who’s only feels things when it’s pain. My existence isn’t worth much, I’ll never be important enough to keep around. Want to give me some worth? Why don’t you let me be your victim, give into your dark desire. How powerful you must feel having me completely at your mercy. You could end it all for me, you could do it quickly or you could make me suffer. It’s up to you. I’ll surrender to my master completely no matter how messy or painful it may get. All you have to do is take my life, it’s yours I don’t need it. I’m only useful to you as a toy, even then I’m easy to throw away.  Will you be the one to end my pathetic existence? Please master release me from my own torment.

Tonights Caller


Cannibalism phone sexI had a caller tonight that had me fucking myself with my dildo the entire call. He was talking about eating my flesh while I was still alive to witness him munching on my flesh like a juicy piece of steak. The way he described slicing of my flesh from my ass. He continued on how I would be completely awake and strapped down tightly to the floor and he would feed my own body to eat. He said he would shove it in my mouth and force it down my throat if I did not eat it on my own. I have had callers who wanted to eat my dead corpse but none that ever wanted to eat me while I was still alive. That was such a fucking turn on for me I begged him to call me back and I hope he does.

Sex with Dead Bodies: I Only Need a Hard Cock

sex with dead bodiesI like having sex with dead bodies. I prefer a dead dick to a live one. Dead dick doesn’t try to snuggle or spoon. There is no romance with a stiff. The issue is that you must get a guy in rigor mortis to take advantage of his stiff cock. Good think my best friend, my only friend, is a medical examiner. She works the grave yard shift at the county morgue. She always calls me when a fresh cadaver with a big dick comes in. Last night there was a gun fight in the hood. Two black dudes killed each other. She measured their dicks at 11 inches each. I flew out of the house because I knew by the time I got there, those dicks would be as hard as they have ever been. My friend is a freak too. Doctors have labeled us both anti social with intimacy issues. I am like a praying mantis. I want to bite the head off a lover once I cum. I was killing men I fucked until I realized it was just safer to fuck the dead. I need to cum. I don’t need to date. I don’t need romance. Fucking the dead solves my issues. While I was fucking a huge dead cock, I noticed a few sweet young dead cunts. I bet they would feel so warm on your cock. You can’t fuck me, but I will help you fuck a dead slut. Those pussies never age out.

Stranger Danger 3

Torture phone sexThe man was very particular in the places he would touch and others he would beat relentlessly. He had spent no time cutting my clothes off so he could see all of me. I asked him once what his plans were, he said I was too pale. He was going to add color to me. He made two very deep cuts on each of my sides, each causing me to let out a high pitch scream. This angry him so he decided to gag me when hitting me didn’t keep me quiet enough. I could feel fiery pain all through my body as he got behind me and grab a hold of my ass. I felt his fingers entering my tight ass and then aggressively shoving his cock in. He reached around and his hands grabbed directly on the slits he made on my sides as he would forcefully pull my body hard into him. My screams muffled by the gag at the sharp pain from the tearing of my skin.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies

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Snuff phone sex fantasies make me wet. I am a twisted woman. The higher I get, the more fucked up and twisted my thoughts become too.  I was doing meth with this dealer the other night. Normally, I am a coke head, but beggars can’t be choosers. He was a dealer, but not a coke dealer. I didn’t have money to pay, just my worn out fuck holes. None of my regular dealers will give me coke anymore, so I tried meth. I got high quicker than ever before. I got fucked up in the head quicker than before too. I started talking about snuff sex and my twisted death fantasies. I was so fucked up, that I didn’t even realize he had restrained me and put a choke collar around my neck. I was blabbering about a torture and rape fantasy and he was preparing me for it. I am unsure when I realized that we were acting out my fantasy. It could have been when he fisted my ass. Or, it might have been when he strung me up to a beam and used me as a punching bag. When the baseball bat cracked over my head and the blood trickled down over my face, I knew for sure we were no longer just talking. I should have been in pain, but I was laughing and begging for more. I guess that was the Meth talking. I woke up the next day looking like death warmed over. I was sore as fuck. I looked like hell, but guess what? My pussy was super wet. I told you I was a nasty fucking freak. I think I like meth more than coke. I didn’t think it was possible for me to go any darker, but one night of Meth proved me wrong.