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Snuff Phone Sex for November, or As I Call it, Snuffember

snuff phone sexSnuff Phone Sex November arrived yesterday. And I am so happy. I love snuffember. But let me be honest here. I do not need an excuse to snuff someone. Every month has a theme of death and torture for me. Sorry. Not sorry. It is who I am. I love to create havoc and chaos.

And I love to kill. Last night I worked late, but my callers filled me with both rage and inspiration which is a perfect combination for a sadistic bitch like me. Some callers inspire me with their wickedly delicious minds for torture. And some annoy the fuck out of me because they expect me to fuck them or be their girlfriend. I am not GFE material.

Anyway, I felt the need to pull an all nighter. The freaks do come out at night. And I found one that deserved snuff sex. I watched this loser try to attack women in the park. He attempted to take advantage of drunk girls. That is not hard, but he kept fucking it up. So, I let him think I was a drunk girl cutting through the park to get home.

Every Month is Snuffember with Me

He proved to be much easier to subdue than expected. Sort of disappointed me because I like a challenge. One punch and I knocked him out. And I do punch like a girl too. I put him in my trunk and took him to my kill cabin. That was a long drive at 3 in the morning. But once I arrived at my kill shack the magic happened.

With just the glow of a candle, my kill shack looks spooky. And he felt fear. I could smell it. That smell is my aphrodisiac. I told him happy snuffember before I sunk my knife into his soft belly. I gave it a few twists before I pulled it out and let his entrails spill on my floor. Although it was a quick kill, it felt satisfying. Once less predator on the prowl.  Since I got sleepy, I just tossed his entire carcass out back for the animals. Usually, I cut the meat up for my furry accomplices, but not when I feel sleepy.

After a nap, I came back to my kill shack to clean up the mess, and I did not find even a bone. Not sure if it was a bear, coyotes or the hole damn forest that consumed my evidence, but I was happy. Nature is the ultimate accomplice phone sex partner.

Fantasy Phone Sex Halloween Style

So many things to get wet about with Fantasy phone sex around Halloween.  Loading up on costumes so I can be your sexy maid cleaning your cock with my mouth every day.  That hot nurse’s costume I got on sale that one time. Always a blast giving out enemas on Halloween instead of candy.  Another one was a little devil outfit for the bad girl in me who would take my best friend man to a church event, go behind the church, and change into the sexy red skimpy costume.  Bring her hot hunk of a man back and all I have to do is bend over and his cock is like a magnet to my cunt and finds his way inside within minutes.  Oh, the cum I’ve gotten from him feet away from her sorry bitch ass.

There was that one time I wanted to be an angel. I told every guy at the party I was a virgin that hadn’t even kissed anyone.  Then we pretended to accidentally have this older guy we said was my dad fuck me and it showed up on the projector as I screamed “Daddy I won’t be a virgin now that you’ve stuck your dick inside my pussy and cum so hard” Apparently people said I should’ve saved that one for April Fool’s Day.

As a smaller girl, with a small frame and a younger girl voice, I like the costumes where I can dress up in girls’ characters. I love being a little princess that gets fucked on the playground or a school girl where I get long and hard detention from my big mean teacher who says I need to be a good girl in his class.

I love my guy dressing me up in the costumes feeling every part of my body as he does.  If a finger or two slip in, I won’t be one to complain. My mouth usually does an oopsie and slips down to your cock while getting dressed to the nines in our Halloween costumes.  No trick or treating for us though.  You are just fucking a treat and in for one too when you get some of this pussy. You will never ask for candy again because I’m all the sweetness you can handle Fantasy phone sex lo

Sex with dead bodies are what some men need

I have watched my uncle have Sex with dead bodies so many times that I know he uses them like fuck dolls. First, he needs to torture them. “Don’t forget to stuff her panties in her mouth” he demands of me. Therefore, I do what he says, better her than me. I know how it is to be tortured and used by my uncle. The way my holes bled the last time he fucked me, made me realize I rather be his accomplice.

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Then I held her down as I watched my uncle rip her little asshole open. Her screams were muffled by her panties, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she gets to live long enough to enjoy the pounding she was getting. I know I did. After so many times of my uncle fucking me, I learned to rub my clitty and start forcing orgasms out my cunt. Soon as I saw blood on my uncle’s cock, he grabs her neck and starts squeezing.

“Don’t fight it bitch”, “just take my cock”. Her body starts shaking and I know she is fighting for air. Soon her body goes limp, and I know she is gone. But that doesn’t stop my uncle, he fucks her even harder. Finally, my uncle moans out and I know he is about to fill her limp body with semen. After he fills her ass up, he says “Now help me get rid of this sack of meat”.

Cannibalism phone sex let’s cum and dine together.

        Cannibalism phone sex let’s cum and dine together. First thing we need to do is fine the perfect victim for us to consume. Of course, she will need to be fresh. I will gladly find someone that makes your cock stand up.  We start with a twitch and parading a few more by you. Among your choices are blonde, brunette, red head, or black. I have a scintillating idea and that is you have a meal of all of them.

        Second item we need to know is if you would like me to make it a clean kill. Perhaps make it super gory. When you have me as your accomplice in phone sex you will get every minute detail. Now start sCannibalism phone sextroking your cock, cooking up our victim until at long last we are able to dine on the corpse. Fuck at the dinner table.

Eating your victim is only the beginning.

        Among our list of activities, it must be remembered that the dinning is to be savored but we have many more victims standing in line waiting to be used and abused. Opening the next victims’ mouth for you, shoving your cock all the way down her fucking throat. Make her gag to death on your cock never letting up until her larynx closes around you. Squeezing shut around you harder than any pussy ever could. It’s the after-death convulsion.

       You need to really want to feel that cock of yours get squeezed. Once the after-death convulsion and we are dinning on one victim. We will have necrophilia phone sex until you cum in that pussy. I will help you pump into her as her body enters rigor mortis before I prepare her for your breakfast.

        It must be remembered waste not want not.

Knife Play Phone Sex Season is Here

knife play phone sexHalloween is knife play phone sex season. Many men want to stab a bitch. One man thought he could stab me. Wrong bitch loser. I joke that I have a set of eyes in the back of my head. I do not miss a thing. When he attempted to mug me leaving a Halloween party at a Goth bar, I sensed his presence. And he did not have the element of surprise he hoped he would have. However, I did.

Sure, I could have killed him right there in public and never spent a day in jail. We can defend ourselves from attackers and get off. But I wanted to enjoy the revenge. Even though I keep knives strapped to my legs and arms, I always carry a needle full of morphine around too. In needle form, it acts quickly to disable anyone I want.

Normally, I only inject brats I want to kidnap in a crowd. But a man trying to mug me, well, he had it coming. When he woke up, he found himself in a snuff sex nightmare. I stripped him naked and tied him to my castration chair. I still do not know if he wanted me dead, disabled or what his true intentions were. Did he want to mug me, or force fuck me? Perhaps someone hired him to attack me? It did not matter. He would not survive to do this to me again or anyone.

I Castrate Men and Feed Them Their Severed Cock and Balls

I am glad I disabled him quickly because he appeared to be like 6’5. Although I am tiny at 5’1, I am mighty. No one ever suspects I am as strong as I am. I told my attacker who I was. Then I showed him in case he had any doubt about my capabilities. I cut his balls off first. When he began screaming in pain, I shoved his severed balls into his mouth until he looked like a chipmunk who scored some nuts.

Then, I sliced his cock off but in tiny little pieces. I treated his cock like a holiday sausage I cut up for a charcuterie board, LOL. I love castration phone sex, but I rarely just take the balls. My attacker kept passing out, so I needed to slap him back awake. He did not deserve to die quickly or sleep through the torture. Although I did kill him eventually, I made him wish he had never been born first. And I made him eat his chopped up worthless dick.

Yeah, he fucked with the wrong bitch.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies for a Halloween Whore

Halloween Whores Make The Best Victims For Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

Halloween is the best time to fulfill your murder phone sex fantasies. And I’m the pathetic fucking slut that is going to be your next victim. I’m one of those stupid girls that go out every night around Halloween dressed like a hooker and teasing every cock that I come across. Getting fucked up and walking alone in dangerous areas.

It wouldn’t be hard to attack me. To come up behind me with a knife and slice my achilles tendon so I can’t run away. To grab me by my hair and painfully yank me down on to my knees where I belong. I’d be too wasted to put up a real fight, and the moment you put that knife up to my neck I would shut the fuck up. Or beg for my worthless life. You want to hear a pathetic whore beg for you, don’t you. Having my life in your hands makes your cock harder than the snuff sex you plan to have with me

Tell me to open my mouth and clean my blood off of your blade with my tongue. And if I don’t want to use my tongue then cut it the fuck off. I’d watch it fall to the floor in horror. But it’s not like I can scream while I’m choking on the blood filling my mouth.

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Have Snuff Sex with Your Newest Victim!

All I can do is claw at your hands while you watch the light leave my eyes. Right before I pass out, take out your cock and force it into my mouth. My blood and your cock are filling my mouth. Make me choke on them both. I’ll suffocate on my own blood right in front of you. It all comes down to your wishes. I’m nothing more than a mindless victim. One that you plan to have evil torture sex with. 

Pull your cock out of my mouth and kick me until I’m laying on the ground gasping for air. Rip through whatever slutty costume I’m wearing and force that blood soaked cock into one of my holes. If you catch me late in the night I should already have someone else’s cum leaking out of me. The blood and cum are perfect lube for a forced anal fucking.

Don’t hold back. I fucking deserve to have my ass destroyed. I’m so tight when I squeeze down on you, trying to get away despite it all. Will you make me live through it or will you slut my throat and put me out of my misery? If you killed me, would you still fuck me? I’m sure a sick fuck like you wouldn’t mind having sex with dead bodies!

Rape phone sex fantasies make me your perfect whore

Rape phone sex fantasies make me your perfect whore for your release. Take me down that dark alley and shove my face in broken glass. Slam your fat fucking cock deep in my ass and make me scream. Rape fantasies of ruining a bimbo like me fuel your drive.

Once you ave me where you want me and have defiled my ass and cunt with filth you can just leave me. Let the vermin eat at my flesh and the drug addicts defacate on me. For I am obviously so fucking degradabe in this state of ruin and violation.

Finally the beasts of the night come along and they smell blood, sperm and cunt. Obviously those beasts will just sniff around me as I am kneeled forward with my wrists bound in fornt of me. My ass bare and ready. Those red rockets puncture their way into me ruined ass and they just pump and dump.

Useless

Wrecked

Destroyed

Snuffed

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Bloody Phone Sex Games in a House From Hell

bloody phone sexHalloween brings out the bloody phone sex fans. Do you like it bloody, graphic and violent too? I do when it comes to fantasy. But in reality? No thank you. I do not like to bleed but I do not always have control over the matter. What am I saying? I never control anything in my life because I am a druggy whore.

When I got an invitation to a Halloween party, I did not think twice about it. No clue it might be a trap. When I arrived at the address, something felt off. The building had an ominous feel. Like I got serious horror film vibes. But I am not usually final girl material. Maybe the final whore. But never the hero of any story.

I knew this could be a snuff porn I walked into, but whoever invited me promised me drugs. When I heard a spooky voice, I instantly felt like I might be in a Saw flick. As I navigated this house of horrors, I needed to dodge trap doors and other deadly things. I could hear screaming. Female screams. I was not alone in this house. But I knew I would survive. I had to survive.

Halloween House of Horrors

When I stepped on broken glass, I screamed too. Then I felt hands around my throat. I pulled a piece of glass from my foot and jabbed the arm around my throat. When the grip loosened, I ran. I mean I ran like Micheal Myers was on my heels. My feet looked like bloody stumps, but I made it to the end of the labyrinth. And my reward appeared to be a big bowl of coke.

A man stepped out from behind a curtain like the all-powerful Oz and told me I made it to the second level of the game. Who has this macabre man? He did not look familiar to me. He told me the second maze promised me even more coke if I survived. Although I knew this was fantasy phone sex, I knew I could still die.

But I wanted more coke. Unlike the Saw movies, I did not compete through sick games to survive. I competed to score coke. And I lost a few pints of blood in the process.

He Likes Them Ripe

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is a specialty of mine. My Master has taught me well. I  never thought in my wildest dreams I would be doing any of this snuff sex stuff. I have been going out to the clubs to pick up fresh meat for Master. Usually, he would make me watch as he did whatever he wanted to them. This time he made me join. Master asked me if seeing the fear in her eyes made me wet. I knew the only answer was, yes, Master. He handed me a scalpel and ordered me to slice at her breasts. She screamed and begged me to stop. I could tell Master was getting angry I wasn’t slicing fast enough. I slashed faster and cut a piece of her tit off. Her scream was blood chilling and it got him so hard he railed that cock deep down her throat. He told me to suck on her on her pussy, I could taste the blood that was dripping down from her chest. She wasn’t a very good listener, not once did she call him by his name nor did she thank him. At that point I really didn’t feel much pity for her anymore. I knew what Master wanted with bitches like that. I held her down with my juicy pussy over her mouth. I rode that tongue until she was still. After that, Master had all the fun he wanted with her. She’s still around, he likes to keep them until they are ripe. There is nothing wrong with sex with dead bodies, that is until the meat turns!

Sex with dead bodies after being decapitated with my machete

Sex with dead bodiesManipulating whores into forced blowjobs that lead to a cannibalism sex orgy is my specialty. I am a Snuff porn addict and that is where I get all my gruesome ideas. Friends I don’t believe in those, I lure whores in just so I can introduce them to my sex dungeon. I have a line of creepy old men who live to dismantle worthless cunts. Most do not know where to find them, but that is where I come in. My house is fit for a perfect playground… Girls die to be my friend, literally!

I always make sure to prepare their fuck holes before handing them off to be used and cum-piled inside of. A bloody cunt after gruesome Torture sex tingles my taste buds. Nothing tastes better than a fresh load pouring out of a bloody prolapsed asshole. A nice chunk of meat ripped off of a firm frozen tit that I swap with a pervert leaves my Young bald pussy lips eager for more. Torture sex

There is nothing like an arm that was just snapped off of a whores body and then shoved inside of my cunt to be used like a dildo while watching horny men jerk their Cocks off over decapitated dead bodies. I live for the blood splatter that coats my skin as I jam my switchblade in and out of their compulsing bodies.  Especially, after slaughtering them and chopping their heads off so I can put them on display like a taxidermy… I then watch my accomplices have Sex with dead bodies, headless until I orgasm!