Callers always ask me what my favorite type of fantasy phone sex is. That is easy. Vampires. If I am going to die, why not die at the hands of something sexy? Zombies are gross. I do not think a zombie can fuck anyway. Frankenstein’s monster might have a huge cock, but he will not look so good. Frankenstein would crush me too A werewolf will rip me to shreds. That may be okay for you because I get eviscerated, but I want to go out fucking and cumming. That is why vampire sex turns me on. A vampire is sexy. They ooze sex appeal. Fright Night, Twilight, The Lost Boys, Interview with a Vampire, even the original Dracula, they were all sexy as fuck. And do not get me started on the sexy vampires in that HBO series Tru Blood. I have long had a fascination with vampires. So, when he calls me, I know my snuff sex is going to be wicked hot. The premise was I got a mysterious invitation to a Halloween party at a Gothic mansion like something straight out of an Anne Rice novel. The party was boring. I was about to leave, when a handsome masked man asked if I wanted to go for a walk. He was the first one to talk to me the entire evening. He was mesmerizing. Hot as fuck. He smelled like sex. I walked into the woods with him. I would never walk out alive. He granted me one last orgasm. It was a doozy of a cum too. The earth shattering kind. It felt like many men were fucking me. Vampires fuck better and faster than mortal men. I came as his teeth sunk into my neck. I thought he would kill me. You know, drain my blood. I guess he realized I was better suited to leave forever with him. I will never get old and I will never die. Sex with dead bodies is what you get with me now.
Category: Evil phone sex
Fantasy Phone Sex with a Vampire
Learn Your Place Bitch
My friend called me up crying the other night as her piece of shit boyfriend needed to be taught a lesson. I suggested we go in and film an ass rape porn making him a god damned star. I hated the little bitch she had been dating a fucking back wards little dicked moron. I was extremely happy to hear he had laid his hands on her and tried choking her. I was not going to stand for that. I showed up at his place with three of my big black buddies. He was a racist little shit too. I really got wet thinking about this little bitch white boy getting rammed by three massive black cocks. I was filming the shit out of this as I played accomplice in this snuff porn. It was making me really fucking turned on watching and filming this little racist shithead get owned by big nigger dicks. He used that word for the last time. He slapped my best friend a few times for sleeping with black guys and called her names. Well I will enjoy watching and rewatching as this little bitch got the ass violation of a lifetime and as his dumb racist ass gargled his last breath on the rod of a 12″ black dick. I invited her along to watch and she was a good girl. She joined right in on this accomplice phone sex letting him watch her take that BBC in front of him as she had her pregnant that was by his loser semen aborted at the end of that black cock. It was a sloppy mess and I rubbed that aborted beast slop all over my cunt as I rode the BBC of my main man. My main man being the gang leader of these thugs and my best friend and booty call when I need some good dick.
Snuff porn star
I guess you could say I am a snuff porn star. I have starred in many of daddy’s dirty movies. I am not talking about porn. I am talking about violent films where I am getting gang banged and beaten. Daddy says men like to watch girls get violated not treated like a princess. I get it. I am just a dumb bimbo with nothing to contribute to society or to a relationship. Letting men violate and abuse me on film is what I can offer. It is all I can offer. Some guy broke my arm last month pinning my arm behind my back. The doctor said it was a spiral fracture. Of course, I had to make up some story as to how I hurt myself because the truth would get daddy arrested and me killed, likely. I tried to tell daddy I needed a break from making snuff movies to heal. He beat me black and blue then fucked my ass until it prolapsed. He filmed the entire ordeal. It was a live Podcast. I just did not know it was live. He made so much money off beating me up that night, that we go live several times a week. I may not make it until my next birthday at this rate.
A Bloody Deathly Fun Night
The best part of being daddy’s accomplice besides the blood and torture is the deceitfulness and hot ass sex. It just seems hotter knowing that I will be their last lay. I love luring the victims into daddy’s torture pit. Tonight, I picked up a couple looking to have a threesome with a hot wild girl. I fit that description perfectly and then some. They latched on and we went back to the house. We undressed, smoked a bowl and got down to it. She was hot and he was hung so it was a pleasant prequel. Daddy always watches as I have my fun before coming into torture and terrorize. As soon as the man squirted his warm cum across my face daddy walked in with a knife. They were terrified and my pussy was wet again. I sat back watching as daddy tied them up, rubbing my clit and enjoying the show. He bound them to a hook facing each other. As he rammed a dildo up the man’s ass his dick got hard. Hard to imagine that pain can cause an erection, but it can. Daddy then took his hard cock and put it inside the woman’s cunt. She was crying and he was screaming but daddy was methodical. He made tiny cuts to their chests, backs and arms watching as the blood trickled down. He then stuck that knife deep in the woman’s fake tits and removed the implants. All the while his dick remained in her pussy. No matter how much they flinched it remained. After a while he finally slit the man’s throat and as he bled out daddy sat down beside me. I started blowing daddy as we watched him succumb. As daddy blew his load deep in my mouth, he smiled, zipped up his pants and went to finish her.
I took the lazy way out
I was visiting my hometown last week, visiting family and whatever and I had planned on killing this family while I was in town. They were all assholes, real uptight churchy people, really insufferable pricks I’m sure you know the type. I wanted to do a home invasion type of thing and break into their house and kill them all in their beds after torturing them for hours but that didn’t happen. I got food poisoning and was sick as hell, and even after I got better I was too weak to murder people like that, I had to find another way. Well, as sick as I was I thought that would be a great way to torture someone else so I went out and bought a few different kinds of poison and mixed them into a beautiful cake and brought it over to them. I watched them eat it and one by one they fell ill. They were sick and choking on the vomit as their tongues and throats swelled shut, it was a beautiful sight to see. I watched them all die in front of me and I didn’t have to lift a finger, it was glorious.
I Love Making Snuff Porn
Snuff porn inspires me. With it being my favorite time of year, snuff flicks are on my TV 24/7. I watched this Japanese one last night that sent me out to hunt. A man was force fucking and torturing young schoolgirls. They were little Geisha looking girls. Skinny schoolgirls with bald pussies and virgin holes. Their legs were long and lean. When they stood together, there was not enough flesh for inner thighs to even touch. The man had ropes around their necks and like some macabre puppet master he was pulling strings and choking them. A few he strung up and watched them piss themselves and swim in the air until their bodies went lifeless. I was wet. I was in the mood to recreate the film. I had no luck finding any Asian young cunt, but I did find young twin sisters. Stupid little girls believed I was a friend of their mother’s sent to pick them up. Their parents never warned them about strangers. My luck. I took them to an abandoned warehouse I sometimes use for making homemade snuff movies. It is abandoned. It is off the beaten path. It is perfect killing ground. I drugged my little victims and when they woke up, they were collared and naked. I had a camera rolling to catch it all. I could have used your help, but I am strong enough and sick enough to take care of two schoolgirls on my own. But if I had you, you could have fucked them. I love killing young girls, but I do not have a cock. I stabbed their bald cunts. I gutted them like pigs. And I loved every moment, but it would have been more satisfying for you to shred their little holes with your cock first. They died painful and gruesomely. I filmed it for my spank bank because I love watching little girls die by my hands.
Let’s Act Out the Snuff Porn, Together!
Sure, you could go online and surf the net for snuff porn, or you could just pick up your phone and call me. Think about it – would you rather watch a pre-made video, or talk to a live girl who can give you exactly the fantasy you want? We could come up with a super hot role play and I know you’ll blow your load really hard for me. I’m not saying I’m the best at snuff role plays… well yes, actually I am saying that. I have more than a few satisfied callers. I guess the question is – how do you want to off me? Do you want to kidnap, torture, and then kill me? Do you want to smother me slowly with a pillow while you fuck me? Do you want to slice and dice me and cover yourself in my blood? You can do all of that and then some. Let’s get creative and play! If you don’t want to snuff me out, maybe we can work together to do it to someone else. I know there is some slut out there who deserves it. Whether it’s me or someone else, it’s going to be so much fun!
Mutilation Masturbation
Torture phone sex is fun, but it doesn’t really compare to the hunt. I thrive, needle in hand, prowling the night clubs for my prey. I’m wet in anticipation, ready to dig my knife deep between their thighs; I intend to show my catch a real good time. I’m talking week long sessions of screaming, blood streaming from wounds. I want to cut something pretty apart at the seams.
I saw her, dancing up on the pole. I wound my way up, dancing beside her. My hands slid down her body, catching a nipple in my claws. I sunk my teeth into her neck deep in the underbelly of Chinatown, slipping my needle into her belly button. I beckoned her, and she followed; her cunt was starting to drip from the drugs. I grinned the whole taxi ride back to my place. In my basement, I tied her to the table, and flicked open my knife.
I cut away her shirt, her tiny micro skirt, that lacy little thong. I licked along her body, tasting the sweat on her skin. The second needle slid silently into her tongue, and she was limp. Trapped, but awake, my pretty kitten stared me down with wide eyes. She was terrified as I started the sawzall, taking each arm and then each leg, until she was nothing but a bloody stump for fucking.
Needle three kissed my amputee in her sweet, tight pussy. She started to feel it, the overwhelming pleasure. Her cunt dripped, all drugged up and bound down. She was begging for release, from her ties or to cum I wasn’t sure. But it gave me an idea. I picked up her detached arm, manipulating her still-warm fingers to coax her into cumming, stroking her clit with her own dead fingers, and fucking her in my sickened mutilation masturbation.
Sex with Dead Bodies
Sex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.
Murder phone sex Fantasies Come Undone
These are the ultimate murder phone sex fantasies come undone! Down in the AIDS ward there are some twisted and evil men who would do nothing more than kill you slowly! Bug Juice awaits your ass! And I am going to enjoy every second!
You don’t mess with the black sheriff of your town and think he will let you and your wife get away with anything!
A broken tail light is the least of your worries as we are handcuffed and taken down to the basement. No one will ever hear our screams. Pumped directly with that deadly virus and a bone grinder awaits your pathetic ass. I scream no not my husband but the shot in my ass is making me feel so good, and horny! My thoughts turn evil as I am ready to do anything these fuckers say to do. Like hold that bone grinder to your right arm as the blood and bone fragments spurt away! Oh and as I get a train pulled on my ass and pussy at the same time as I am dismembering every limb off of you. I am teh evil bitch now and nothing is going to make me stop fucking while this snuff slut torture you with every medical device i can get my hands on!