Category: Bloody phone sex

Snuff porn slut Stephanie

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I made a freaky and evil snuff porn video for Master while he’s out of town working. Imagine his surprise and how rock hard his dick is going to get when he reaches the end of the video and realizes that it’s his actual wife that I’ve snuffed out for him! I’ll hold her bloody, decapitated head up to the camera so that he can see what I’ve done! I can’t wait to make him stare into her dead, lifeless eyes and jerk his dick for me! We roleplay all the time about me helping him snuff her out. He jerks his stiff cock to the sound of my sweet voice giving him horrific details of slicing her open and ripping her guts out with my bare hands! He gets so hard when I talk about eating various parts of her skin and chewing on her organs while he fucks me. Master’s dick twitches hard as fuck when I talk about scooping out her eyes and eating them or busting her skull open so that we can eat her brains together. He’s been teasing me for so long that I decided it was time to finally make it happen! That’s the thing about us evil phone sluts, you never know where we are when you’re telling us all of these depraved fantasies of yours. I found out that they lived not far from me, so I slipped in through the backdoor using the spare key that Master had mentioned on so many of our calls. I silently made my way through the house and into the bedroom where she was sleeping. I set my phone on the dresser and started recording. I climbed into the bed with her, took one last look into the camera so that I could blow Master a kiss before I turned on the sleeping bitch. It was a total bloodbath once I ran my knife across her throat and sliced her wide open. She tried to scream but all that came out was a sad little gurgle of blood. I laughed in her face and then got on top, stabbing her over and over. I brought my blade down, sinking it into her torso with all of my strength so many times that she basically turned into a bloody pile of mutilated mush. At the very end, I spread my legs so that Master could watch me finger fuck my evil slut cunt using his wife’s blood and wearing her wedding ring that I took off of her mangled body. 

Sex with dead bodies is all he wants

Since my unc loves Sex with dead bodies, he would purposely knock me out and use my holes. “Come here little slut” he says to me as he pulls some rope out. “Close your eyes” he would instruct me to do. With fear in my body, I did as he asked. Once my eyes are closed my uncle rips my clothes off and starts to tie me up. “What a dumb little slut you are” he laughs as he puts me in the position he wants.

Sex with dead bodies

With my ass in the air and my face to the pillow I knew he was going to torture me. As he slams a dildo in my ass I try to scream but I can’t, my mouth is taped, and my uncle pushes my head down to the pillow. “There’s no point in fighting but if you do it makes it so much more fun for me” me unc says laughing. After some hard fucking of my ass, I could feel and smell blood dripping down my legs. Then I feel my uncle wrap his hands around my neck after he pulls the dildo out my ass.

After that he pushes his hard man cock in my butthole using the blood as lube. “You will see what bitches like you were made for” he says as he pounds my asshole. Then I feel my uncle start to suffocate me and squeeze on my neck. The pain from him thrusting his cock in my ass made me not notice how hard he was squeezing my neck.

Until I felt I could no longer breathe. I started to see stars and my body got weak. But my uncle’s pounding got harder too. As I passed out my uncle said, “that’s right bitch just stop breathing”. When I woke up, I was sore and dripping with his sperm. He just loves fucking a small limp body.

Ass Rape Porn on Mother’s Day Says I Love You Mom

ass rape pornFor Mother’s Day, I made an ass rape porn with my son. He brought me premium coke, to ease the pain while he beat me beautiful for our fans. Honestly, I still have not healed from our last encounter. So, now, I am sporting a mix and match look. Old bruises with fresh ones. And my body and face look like a mixture of black, blue, and purple bruises, which only arouses my boy more.

Seems like the older I get, the more abuse I can take. My asshole has so many miles, I need a butt blog or a thong to help keep it on the inside of my ass, not the outside. But of course, as soon as I arrived for my mommy makeover, my son forced me to remove my teeth and my butt plug. My asshole is his cock sleeve. A pretty pink cock sleeve. As soon as my asshole popped out, I heard the chimes. My boy buried my face in his cocaine. Then immediately went into the torture sex. Lots of men at home with mommy issues on Mother’s Day.

Boys Need a Mommy for Their Rape Fantasies

Immediately, I became his punching bag. Thank goodness the coke helped dull the pain because he wanted to put bruises on top of bruises. In between punches, he pissed in my mouth and nose, forcing me to drink his urine. When I saw the zip ties, I panicked a bit, and snorted more coke. First, he zip tied my tits. Then he put one around my neck like a choke collar. And I struggled to breathe. When he put the one on my prolapsed butt, I heard the barrage of chimes. His viewing audience knew what would come next.

With my asshole unable to retreat, my boy shoved his fist up his momma’s prolapse. My asshole engulfed his fist and the tips poured in. What happened next is a bit of a blur. Perhaps the coke or the concussion or both muddied my recall of the night. But I know he started punching my face and kicking me in the ribs while he pinned my arms and legs to the floor. He would take turns smacking me with his cock and his hands. Luckily, he let me snort some coke from the huge bowl.

Use My Prolapsed Asshole Like Your Cock Sleeve

He beat me retarded. In the full nelson pose, with my prolapse out, he rammed my head into the sheetrock wall. I saw stars. My boy used his mom like a battering ram, a toilet and a cock sleeve. I felt dizzy and disoriented after a few thrusts into the sheetrock wall. My boy concussed his mother. And his viewing audience egged him on. At one point I was suspended in the air by the sheetrock. My son rammed me so hard into the wall, I went through it. Blood trickled down my face and I saw stars.

My zip tied boobs hung down over the hole my body put in the wall. While my prolapsed ass hung on the other side. Even though I saw stars and heard chimes, my son did not care. I am his cash cow, his fuck meat, his toilet. But he loves me. Why else keep me coked up so I do not feel the pain. He placed a plastic bag over my head and battered up with the steel bat to treat my prolapsed ass like a pinata.

Two days later, I feel the pain of my boy’s rape phone sex fantasies. My shit pipe dangles on the outside even more than before. I have new bruises on top of old bruises. Perhaps, I have a concussion too. But I got my coke and on Mother’s Day. My boy loves me.

Cheap phone sex with Fiona

Cheap phone sex

                Cheap phone sex is how we get down here and I know you love it and can’t get enough. You can explore your sexuality and darkest fantasies with me since we are no taboo kind of girls. I’m all about darker fantasies such as pain and torture sex.

                Come to me baby and let me tell you how much pain turns me on. Most people run away from pain, but I live for it. The more it hurts, the more my pussy tingles and the wetter my panties get. I have a favorite knife that I love to play with, with all my victims. If you are good to me, maybe I’ll let you use it on me!

                Tie me up and bring all your friends along for the ride. I want to start by being groped by random hands and objects and fucked and raped in the ass and my tight little pussy. Take my knife and start cutting into my thighs, on either side of my pussy until the blood flows out. Put your fingers in my blood and touch my face; Paint my face red!

                Grab anything you can find to fuck me in the pussy. The closest thing within reach is a monster carrot. You grab it and jam it up inside me. I wiggle around, trying to get out of my restraints. I’m so horny I start fucking and grinding on the carrot. You pull it out quick and cum squirts all over the place, as I scream in pleasure.

Evil phone sex for the twisted and depraved, Terry awaits u!

Evil phone sex Terry’s Snuff service is open to seeking new victims for an Evil phone sex thriller!

I bet you have a peachy little slut you’ve had your eyes on for quite some time but just haven’t gained the balls to snag her. Well, that’s what I am here for to do your dirty work! I will reel the worthless twit in, and force her into submission.

There is one thing you will have to accept, we are going to have to kill her/them when we are through. As their bodies decompose you can enjoy the glory of fucking their nippy holes… Feel your warm cock melt inside of their frozen bodies.

I’ve heard there is no better sex than Sex with dead bodies! Especially the ones of the young that you desire… I am going to have the fucker gagged so they can die with their mouths wide open… looking as if they were sacrificed through an exorcism.

I want to ensure that you can access every last one of their holes with ease, whether dead or alive. You can call me your Huntress, The evil accomplice you’ve been searching to find. Finally, you’ve stumbled upon me, the satanic bitch that knows no such thing as empathy or mercy.

The subject shall be killed through brutal torture… Through the endurance of severe pain through sex acts. Let’s practice your sexual fetish and indulge in the glory of gore and scrutiny, after all, that is what being a Bloody phone sex slut is all about!

Bloody Phone Sex Fun in My New Closer to Home Kill Shack

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex with me can get graphic. I love a great splatter. I built a new kill shack in the woods. Half the size of the old fishing cabin I inherited. Although that first kill shack has some storied it could tell, I need something a little closer to home for when I act impulsively.

I do not know if with age, I have lost some of my patience. Or perhaps, the world just over produces assholes now. I am not that old to be so cynical, but I have never been a people person as they say, LOL. But my new kill shack is 10 miles from home, built on private property. And not my property either. But someone I knew and killed. He had no one to leave anything too. And I have posed as him for the past 6 years paying the property tax with his money.  I set it up on quarterly automatic payments.

However, no one reported him missing because he was a recluse. A former mentor of sorts who crossed a line and paid for it with snuff sex. I built like an underground kill shack. Like a bomb shelter with cement floors and a drainpipe for easy clean up. Lots of wildlife nearby like the original kill shack to dispose of bodies.  Took me two years almost to build this underground kill and torture shed, but I debut it last night for Rick.

I Built a Knew Kill Shack So Watch Out

I only got his name from his wallet. Some tool ran me off the road because I passed him. He fucked with the wrong girl. I drugged him when he got out of the car to berate me for passing him in a passing zone. A little pixie dust blown in his face paralyzed him instantly. This magic dust keeps the head feeling and thinking. Just cannot move. I enjoyed dismembering him limb by limb. His eyes said it all. Told me the pain he felt.

I talked with him, let him know he fucked with the wrong bitch. Made sure he knew he would not survive the torture sex. The pain in his eyes gave me so much joy. I made a bloody mess. However, cleaning up was a breeze. I hosed off the blood splatter and some of his insides. But his limbs I carried up in a garbage bag and fed to the wildlife. Oh, I am going to enjoy my closer to home kill shack.

Accomplice Phone Sex

Accomplice Phone Sex

I’m ready to play and join in a little accomplice phone sex. Are you ready for me to join in? I feel a little vengeful today, so who knows where this might go. I know you love to be rough and violent. We can do all kinds of things once we have the right victim picked out. You have an underground dungeon just for this situation right down the road, don’t you? It’s in a dirty little alleyway, right where you would never suspect such a thing.

                We bring a beautiful blonde girl downstairs, already bound and blindfolded. She has no idea what is in store for her tonight. I help you put her in the shackles attached to the cold cement wall. We put the restraints on her ankles and wrists, both spread apart, and we are ready to start using our various tools. I cut her panties off first and stuffed them in her mouth.

                I pulled out my favorite knife and ran it across her face and body. She shivers as it runs across her skin. What shall we do next boys?

Snuff Phone Sex or No Sex with Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex means you die, or I help you kill someone else. Nothing else. I am a dominant bitch and a sadistic one too. Even though I am clear about who I am and what I do, some loser with a death wish challenges me every time.

My latest victim Paul thought he could pay me to kill a bitchy coworker who tossed him under the bus. But once we met, he thought he could fuck me and kill his bitchy coworker. Not on my watch. We never got to Cheryl’s house because I killed him in my living room.

He forced me to break a few of my rules. And that pissed me off. So, I had to make his death gruesome. Brutal and bloody too. What a fucking tool. The moment he walked into my place he told me we should just fuck instead. And I laughed at him. Uncontrollable laughter. However, my laughter angered him.

Poor loser. He charged me like he meant to tackle me, but I pulled a knife out from between my boobs. I am always prepared.He fell on my knife. Charged me and got stabbed in the gut. What a mess he made. Bled everywhere. I mean this would be hard to clean up.

Usually, I make my snuff movies at my kill shack in the woods. Hose off the blood, toss down some bleach and I can get rid of the death smell and evidence. But I was in my house not my kill shack. But I still gutted him. His blood and intestines spilled out onto my shag carpet. That carpet really went with the room. So that pissed me off.

You Are My Victim or My Accomplice, Nothing Else

I did not mean to kill him so quickly. Or even kill him in my place. But he charged me. Self-defense. However, I could not call the cops. I did not panic. I dragged his body into my kitchen and carved him up. Took off his dick and balls for my collection. I guess you could say they are my trophies.

Then I carved his body up like a side of beef. Knife play is my specialty. Tedious work though. Gave my body a workout. But I chopped him up and put his various body parts in coolers. Loaded him up in my car and fed him to the wildlife piece by piece out by my kill shack in the woods.

The animals looked happy for fresh meat. When I got home, I spent hours cleaning up the crime scene. But it was not a good snuff sex kill. It happened quickly and unexpectedly. No prolonged agony. So, now I am looking for a more fulfilling kill. Would that be you?

 

Satan’s Sin: A Blasphemous Tale

There’s something about blasphemy sex that sends shivers down my spine—the wrongness of it, the sheer depravity. It’s a delicious taboo, one that makes my pussy squirt in anticipation.

I’m your sinful accomplice, ready to defile an innocent virgin. Picture me holding her down as you deflower her, her delicate cherry ripe for the taking. Meanwhile, I’d be masturbating with a saintly statue, chanting “Hail Satan!”—the ultimate religious taboo.

Our  Blasphemy phone sex session can be as depraved as we wish—disrespecting the sanctity of the church in the most delightful ways. After taking the virgin’s innocence, I envision myself on a church pew, bend over, inviting you to take me while I savor the taste of her freshness. The mixture of blood and cum—a sacred elixir—will only heighten the experience.

Let’s embark on this unholy journey, a tale that’ll make the gods above jealous. Join me in this blasphemous fantasy, and together, we’ll dance with the devil.

Are you ready for this forbidden adventure, brave one?

Evil Phone Sex Whore Sacrifices Dumb Nigger Slut to Satan

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You know I’m an evil phone sex whore who worships Satan’s cock. But every Master requires a sacrifice. That’s why I use new phone sluts like Keisha as fuck fodder. She’s fucking perfect. A hot slut with big tits and a fat ass. She let it slip to me that she has all these dirty violent fantasies. As soon as she told me she loves violent, hole-ripping sex I knew she’d be the perfect victim for our ritual. I invite her over to the house and get her fucked up. You help me pour liquor down her throat. Then we roofie her drink. The bitch could hardly stand. There was no way she’d be able to fight for her life. 

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Sacrifice Keisha for Sadistic Phone Sex

When she passes out, we start to strip her completely naked. I told you this slut was perfect. Look at that pretty black cunt. Your cock has been rock solid from Sadistic phone sex since we met. And now it finally gets to happen. While you tie Keisha’s hands and feet down to the bed, I grab the sacred dagger. It’s been imbued with demonic energy. A slice of this knife will mark you as a vessel for Lucifer. I grab the palm of your hand and slice through it. Then I use the blood dripping from your hand to mark her pussy with a pentagram. 

The demonic blood burns through Keisha’s skin and she finally wakes up. That pussy has been marked for Lucifer. Now take her. You feel Satan’s soul taking over your body and all the blood is rushing to your cock. You climb on top of our rape phone sex fantasies victim and I watch proudly seeing your satanic cock rip through her flesh. Keisha’s screaming grows louder and we revel in it. I laugh and tease my pussy while you massacre hers. Your fingers rip into her breasts. I can tell you’re about to cum. I whisper the encantation in your ears and the pentagram grows brighter. As soon as you cum, she’ll be impregnated with our demon spawn.