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2 girl phone sex with Chelsea and Hope

2 girl phone sexYou probably look at me and Hope and wonder how the fuck we ever became friends. Me, the druggie punching bag, and Hope, the high-class mistress. We first met back in college as young schoolgirls trying to make it as models and actresses. We shared an apartment and a few boyfriends. Time took its toll. Hope met some producer and ran off with him. I met some human slimeball who introduced me to the joys of blowing up my veins with drugs and having my face smashed.
I saw an ad in the paper last week looking for hot models to do a photo shoot with Santa. I figured what the fuck. Show some titty and make a few bucks. I was led to a room with another girl and a Santa. I saw a cute brunette there with full sexy cock sucking lips. I was paired up with her for the shoot and we were ordered to make Santa Claus cum tonight. I took the lead and went down on Santa, plunging his cock down my throat, and rimming his asshole. That big bulbous Rudolph-red cockhead was throbbing hard. I guess it was too damn good because old St. Nick blew me a big creamy load. I turned to the girl, planning to pass her the snowball. Just as I stuck my tongue into her mouth, our eyes met and I spewed my load of jizz all over her tits instead. “Chelsea, OMG, what are you doing here.” she squealed. I smiled and began to lick my lost load off her large breasts. “Same as you. Still trying to be a star. Let’s give them a show.” I smiled pushing her back and kissed her inner thighs. It was like old times. I felt her soft hands on my tits as I reached for her shaved pussy. We brought each other to screaming orgasms, which made Santa hard again. He decided that we should go back to his place and do a little rehearsing. Hope and I had other plans.
It was a Christmas Eve I will never forget as we relived the old days. Santa fucked us in the ass and we munched on his cock and each other’s pussies. We even did some ass rape porn and took the strap-on to the Jolly elf. He was such a pussy that we threatened to cut his balls off. Hours later, we finally collapsed with empty sacks and sore cunts. We plan to meet up soon and make some brand new memories. Care to join us for a 2 girl Santa orgy with an evil twist? HO HO HO.

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Castration Phone Sex Services: Spreading Holiday Cheer One Nut Crack at a Time

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my Black Friday deal to you. You have a worthless pecker? Maybe a diseased dick or one that just doesn’t work? Too small? Or perhaps you use it for bad instead of good? Maybe you are just a stupid fuck who should not procreate? Or a chronic masturbator that needs temptation removed for him? I really don’t give a fuck what your reasons are; if you want your cock or balls, even both, removed, I will be offering junk removal services all holiday season at bargain prices. Wanna be a eunuch for Christmas? Or maybe you want to give that special lady in your life a present she will really appreciate like your dick in a box literally, or some testicle earrings. Handmade of course. Let’s face it, the lady in your life deserves so much more than what is between your legs so let’s just get rid of it. She will never has to worry about you trying to fuck her again. She forget about your pathetic package forever. Without your junk, she is free to fuck those big dicks; free to have what you have never been able to give her: PLEASURE. If you are single, well there is a reason for that. A pathetically small reason dangling between your legs. Get rid of it professionally, put on some panties and live your life as a silly sissy or something similarly pathetic.

I have my junk removal kit all polished up and ready to use. It is time to spread some holiday cheer to the ladies one nut crack at a time. The only thing roasting over my fire this holiday will be your nuts.

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Violent Phone Sex Pleasure

violent phone sex karmaI watched them stumble out of the bar.To drunk to be coherent. I watched them laugh as they found their way to the car, groping each other, obviously preparing for a drunken sexual encounter. They were the perfect couple for my desires. Walking over to them it was easy to worm my way into the fun. I slid behind the wheel of the car smiling while they made out in the back seat, laughing at the fact that they now had a third party. Oblivious to what is about to happen they follow me without question. They both think it is great fun as I tie her wrists and hoist them high above her head naked and vulnerable. His cock is throbbing and he has already taken his pants and shirt off and is swaying with a huge grin on his face. I throw him on the ground in front of her and mount him riding him hard and fast bringing him to the edge. Just as he is about to cum I reach behind his head and twist his neck hard, not enough to break it completely but enough to paralyze him. His mind hasn’t registered the pain as it is still focused on his pleasure. I reach down with a nice sharp scalpel and rip his eye from it’s socket as they scream together and blood spatters across my body. As he realizes that he can’t move I continue my assault, ripping flesh from his body blood is everywhere. Getting off of him I slice his ball sack open and remove his balls. Rubbing his blood all over her. Her eyes are glazed over with fear. He is on the edge now and won’t last much longer. The act of violent phone sex and her fear feeds my pleasure.

Family History

Growing up I always learned about my family history. All of us evil in our own way. I had a great grandfather who was an Apache Indian Brave. He would raid Cherokee villages. He would sneak in after dark brutally kill the men, chopping their dicks off and feeding it to the wolves. He would spend days with the women of the tribe, fucking them and beating each one of them till their last breath. He even fucked and scalped the young ones of the tribe leaving no one alive.

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One day as he was searching for more women to kill he found her. The pale white devil woman. Tied to a stake and almost dead. He made the mistake of letting her go. Somehow she recovered from her wounds only to show him how evil she was and how evil they could be together. Like him she loved the sight of blood. They would slit the throats of the villages they raided together, only to fuck in the warm blood of the lifeless villagers. 

Snuff Porn Teacher Shows Young Ones How to Make a Snuff Porn Torture Death Flick

snuff porn venusI love making and watching snuff porn. I run a little film school for the young ones. Every week, I host a workshop with some aspiring killers to show them different ways to eradicate problems and annoyances. This week the workshop focused on how to make snuff porn torture death films. They are my favorite actually. When I make a killer production, I like it to be violent and bloody. I fancy myself a female Eli Roth. I had the perfect subject for my protégés to hone their filmmaking techniques on. An old teacher of mine from my school days. Total pervert. Likes the little ones. I have no real issue with dirty old men. You have rape fantasies about the wee ones, I will help you. Just keep your hands off me and the few brats I actually like.

Mr. Yokomato was easy to lure. Told him I had some little ones for him to play with in exchange for good grades for one of my charges. She is one of my film students; one of the few brats I like. If she had not shared with me that he tried to diddle her, I would not have know that he was still molesting the young ones after school. Of course when he arrived, my little brats of the corn surrounded him like an evil army while I held the video camera. Each was wielding a big ass knife. Like a carnival act, they started hurling knives at him. My pussy was getting wet seeing such young boys and girls hurl knives at a lifelong pervert. With precision, like I taught them, they hit the arteries. Blood was spewing out of him. He was begging for mercy. I informed him that I remembered a time when I begged him for mercy; pleaded with him not to put his thing in my butt but he ignored my cries.

snuff porn torture deathI let my little protégé, who had the most recent indecent encounter with our film star, have the honor of chopping off his pecker. She grabbed his dick, sliced it clear off then shoved it in his mouth as we all watched him bleed out. I was so proud of my macabre munchkins. I took them to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate their first torture sex film. Maybe you will be the star of our next killer film.

Snuff phone sex Revenge

snuff phone sexI’d been starving him in the basement all week. He was begging now. Begging for his life and apologizing for molesting my 10 year old cousin. The fucker didn’t even get any jail time and revenge was mine. I wanted him to die slowly, painfully.
I brought him out in chains and hooked him to my “fun” table. I plopped his cock out on a wooden cutting board. “You see this cock, asshole. It touched something that belonged to me. My family, my flesh and blood. Now, I will take yours.” Fondling his cock, it begin to rise even though he was crying. I twisted it painfully, making small blood vessels pop in it. My own pussy began to twitch just a bit, the way it does when I go in for a kill.
I stretched his dick out on the table and reached underneath, bringing out a hammer and nails. He screamed, begging. “Please, ma’am, I didn’t know she was your niece. I’ll never touch a little girl again.” “Damn right, you won’t cause, you aren’t gonna have a cock to shove in helpless little pussies. You’re the helpless one now, aren’t you, asshole?” I placed the nail against his nutsac and twisted it a bit to make him wince. Then I brought the hammer down hard, piercing his scrotum and exploding his teste. Gooey cum and blood burst from his broken ball. Then I did the other one to match.
His screams died down as he bled profusely onto the table, pooling on the floor. His balls were crucified. Now came the fun part, watching him slowly die. Old fashioned snuff phonesex and justice for the victim. No, the blood loss wouldn’t kill him. It was the infection that would set in from the rusty nails that I’d dipped in shit. I would torture him some more first, making him wish he was already dead. Next would come the raging fever that would make him delirious. And, finally, the foul infection would make him leak bloody pus from his wounds, festering, and becoming full of maggots. By then his cock would be rotted off and he would feel nothing but sweet relief when he finally gasped and choked on his final breath.

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Torture phone sex

I know you like snuff porn torture death. I know you sit in your room rubbing your cock thinking about cutting my pussy lips off. I bet as you read that your cock twitched. All day long as you work, take a piss and sit down and take a shit. You know what I am doing. I am selling my pussy to random men for drugs. You know I am a druggy whore, who does anything I can and am willing to do for my drugs. You must get Insanely jealous knowing another man’s cock is deep in my cunt, deep in my asshole and down my throat. You sit there thinking of different ways to torture me to death. Maybe slice my throat as you fuck me. Make me overdose and then fuck me as I slowly die. You are sick, I am sick. Cover me in blood and fuck me till your balls are empty. You never know, someone else might beat you to it.

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Castration Phone Sex Fantasies with Mommy

castration phone sexGuys ask me all the time what may favorite type of call is. I have many that I enjoy. I am a sick bitch. But my top two are castration phone sex calls and any extreme taboo type call. Sometimes, I get to mix the two for a fucking hot time. Today one of my castration junkies wanted to regress back to a time when he was much younger. I got to be his dominant dirty mommy. All boys masturbate at a certain age, most stroke to images of their mommies. However, some cannot put their dicks down long enough to even be able to fuck anything or anyone else but their hand. My son was a chronic masturbator. When his mommy needed him to take care of her desires he could not get a hard on. I know personally, I get very pissed off if a guy can’t get it up or doesn’t understand women always cum first. So, I have no doubt that if my son, who was supposed to take care of his mommy, couldn’t get his dick hard unless his hand was attached to it, I would want to castrate him too.

taboo phone sexAfter I ordered him to lick my snatch, he complained he was too tired. That was the last straw. What good are brats if they cannot service you on demand? I put him on my lap and yanked his balls right off his young hairless body. He cried. He bled. He apologized for being a bad mother fucker. I have to admit, the thought of ripping the balls right off a man or a boy, really gets my cunt wet. What kind of extreme taboo phone sex fantasies do you have? I promise you, nothing is too sick for me.

Sniveling Little Shit

Taboo phone sexOne thing that I cannot at all tolerate is when men do not act like men.  Weak men disgust me to no end.  I mention this because one such weakling decided to spend some time with me.  I could tell by the first hello I was talking to a sub-par male.  Usually the men who contact me are Strong, Fully Masculine, they are not weak in the slightest.  I was a bit surprised actually.

It was almost comical how he tried to tell me that he was a Dom.  For heaven sake, no Dom’s voice cracks, nor do they whimper when spoken to sternly.  The are Powerful in both action and voice.  I actually laughed, and when I did the whining started.  “Stop laughing at me! STOP! “whimper whimper” please stop!”  It went on and on.  The more I laughed, the more his voice broke.  I was rather comical.

I told him that he was nothing more than a sniveling little shit.  He called me a Bitch.  Like it would hurt my feelings.  Sorry love, it didn’t hurt my feelings at all.  Not in the least.  When he did I thought perhaps a miracle happened and his balls finally dropped.  However, when he heard that I was not offended or angry for the word him called me he went right back to the meek voice. 

Doesn’t it make you ill when you hear of someone saying they are a Dominant and yet they are not?  If I were a man it would piss me off, those like that make all males look bad. 

Even with all the begging, whining, and cracking voice I did have fun.  Perhaps next time he chooses to spend time with me pretending to be dominant I should take his ball sack from him.  After all it isn’t like he uses it.

Extreme Bloody Castration

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You are such a pathetic fucking maggot you don’t deserve to have balls. You aren’t a real man why the fuck should I allow you to continue walking around as if you are? I’m so sick of you constantly hanging around begging me to let you fuck me. You can just get that idea out of your head right now because that will never happen. If you were the last man on earth I would rather die celibate than let you stick that disgusting little inch worm inside of me. The only reason that I even let you hang around is because you’re a good maid and it’s amusing watching you crawl around and scrub my bathroom floor with a toothbrush. Today though I have something big planned for you. Strip down completely naked and lay down on my metal examination table. Your little pimple dick is getting hard thinking you’re finally going to get to fuck me.

I secure the straps over your chest, at your wrists and your ankles. Then I spray some canned cheese onto your dick and balls. You probably think I have some sort of cheese fetish and I’m going to lick and suck it off of you. You couldn’t be more wrong. That’s when I reach for a big plastic tub and I flip it over your cock and balls. You have such a puzzled look on your face until you feel the feet scratching against your stomach and your thighs. Then you feel the long tails and the sharp teeth. That’s right I just trapped six massive rats right against your cheese covered cock and balls. The screams of pain as they tear into your flesh makes me double over with laughter. The rats are squealing as they feast on your flesh, blood spraying all over the plastic walls trapping your tormentors against your flesh. You’re straining against the restraints trying desperately to break free but you aren’t going anywhere until I say so and your torture has just begun. The rats haven’t nearly had their fill yet.