Category: Evil phone sex

Teen Rape Porn Starring Yours Truly, Homecoming Whore & My School Girl Crush

Teen Rape Porn

I always wanted to star in movies. I never knew the type of movies I would don the leading role in would be Teen Rape Porn flicks. This pussy got murdered by my school girl Crush. I guess everyone really does want a shot at the fucking homecoming queen.  Almost positive, I have fulfilled quite a few rape fantasies. I think I just must have the look that says open my holes with your fat cock, and abuse them. Hard.

This time of year always brings out the bonfire parties. My brothers are both In College, and they come home on weekends every so often. Our parents went on some resort vacation, to have alone time and asked If I would stop by and feed their dog while they were gone.

I was letting out little girl, when My Brothers Jeep Comes Flying in the drive. I just shook my head because they are total fucking idiots. Typical jocks. That’s when The keg rolls out the back, and enough Liquor to fuck our whole small town up.

“What’s going on, what are you 2 doing home?” I puzzled.

” We are having a house party While mom and dad are gone, and you aren’t gonna say a word. You Know why?”  Paul said cocky as ever.

” Why Wouldn’t I say anything to mom and dad?” I sassed back.

Dylan chimed in ” Because baby sis, Ronnie Sandusky is gonna be there, and you’ve had a crush on him since you were flat as a board.”

Ughhh, both my brothers give me the fucking ick. 

Ronnie Sandusky, however was a fucking dream. Tall as fuck, dark eyes. Just so sexy. This pussy has masturbated thinking about him since I was young. I would get so wet, just hearing him speak. I remember leaving class to go diddle my pussy once because he stood so close to me I could smell his cologne.

Flash forward to that Friday night. The party was on and poppin’. My dickhead brothers were drunk before it even really got started. I was drinking a beer when I saw Ronnie. Next thing you know Dyl is talking to him and pointing at me.

I was so fucking embarrassed.

Dyl screams ” Tell him you’ve like him since before you had tits” in front of everyone.

I sank down in my lawn chair, and finished my beer by the fire. Thinking to myself : He would never fucking talk to me now, If I ever had a chance my fucking brother Ruined it.

“Faith?”

Turning my head ” Yes?” I stammered.

“Hey Girl, been a while….” Ronnie said, his words poured over me like honey.

We drank and talked all night into the wee hours of the morning. His hands gripped my thighs, and I couldn’t believe this was happening. He was so Nice and sweeter than I remember. We decided we would go back to his house since my parents place was trashed and I was not about to help my brothers with their bullshit.

Back at Ronnies I was buzzed and he got me another drink. I was nervous so I just chugged it. We started kissing and making out on his couch, His hands rushed all over me I start. Squeezing my tits hard, and grabbing my pussy through my pants. Then, I Started feeling really dizzy. Ronnie yanked at My shirt and snatched my jeans down. Inside I was begging for him to stop. Inside I was fighting him.

In all reality, I wasn’t able to really speak. I was just so tired. The last thing I remember was the camera’s little red record light coming on.

~to be continued~

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex is the Best Kind of Fucking

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex seems the easiest way to fuck. Most men can’t follow my basic rules. And I find them simple rules. Shut the fuck up. I am not the kind of woman who wants baby talk or even pillow talk. And two, don’t try to dominate me. I’m not a bitch. I find men to be a disappointment to me and I’m not even talking about cock size. Horny men can’t follow instructions, so I find it easier to kill them and fuck them afterwards.

As a statistic bitch, and a highly trained killer, I do not have the same level of needs as your typical woman. One, I don’t need romance. In fact, I don’t want romance. I find it cringe worthy. Stupid baby talk, cuddling, hand holding what fucking purpose does of any of that serve. I don’t want a relationship, and I don’t need one either.

Two I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can take care of myself. And third, I’m not out there looking for a man who can elevate my status in life. This bitch does not need to be a gold digger because I make my own money. Between snuff phone sex and murder for hire, I earn good money. So, I do not need a man to flip my bills.

The Best Cock to Fuck is a Dead Dick

Vanilla girls ruin men. They make them think all girls want romance and financial security. So, even when I meet a man who I think might be a quality fuck he makes the mistake of treating me like he treats all women. Rory lost his life last night. Don’t feel sorry for the sap ass because he deserved what he got. He agreed to my rules. And he even told me that he found my rules for sex to be like a breath of fresh air. Fuck me and leave. The assignment seemed simple enough to me.

As I rode his big dick, he called me baby. And he tried to slap my ass. So, I gave him a warning. But he did not heed that warning. He did the same damn thing again; it seemed instinctual to him. Listen up men not all girls want romance. Not all women want a caveman to dominate them in the bedroom. I just wanted a dick to fuck. And it seems like such a simple request. Yet, I find it so hard to find. So, the way I saw it, I needed to kill him to get the sex that I wanted.

Shut The Fuck Up and Don’t Touch Me are My Rules for Fucking

Since I prepared for a worst-case scenario, I had a knife under the pillow. And I needed it too. I slit his throat. But I kept riding his dick. Something you may not know. The human cock stays hard for about 45 minutes after death. And in that time the cock feels harder than anything. So that makes a dead dick the perfect cock to fuck.

Now sometimes I know I’m going to kill a man while I fuck him, but I had high hopes for Rory because I met him on the dark net. We shared a love for evil things. But like most men the fucking ruined it. So, I rode his dead dick while his blood splattered all over my face and tits until I orgasmed.

And I dragged his body out to the woods to feed the wildlife. He will just be another missing man. No body no crime. Sex with dead bodies seems peaceful. Fucking a corpse enables me to enjoy the sexual pleasure of a hard cock without a guy‘s mind or mouth ruining it for me. But most men do not want to lose their lives from sexual pleasure. And I get that.

So, if you want to fuck me, but you don’t want to die and listen to me. Shut the fuck up. Keep your hands to yourself. And never try to dominate me. If you can follow those basic rules, you might be able to fuck me and live to tell about it.

Melt Your Brain With This Bloody Roleplay

Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex always gets my demented pussy off. One Of My favorite Roleplays is when I drag a sweet church going conservative barbie bitch to my house in the woods. Shes young and has a sexy tight body, her big blue eyes are the first things I pluck out of her face. I have her chained to a metal chair as I cut out here pretty eyes and sew them shut. Next I cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut. I seal it with super glue let the bitch die from thirst and starvation. I laugh at her and pull out a dildo I glued nails to and shove it up her virgin pussy hole. Her muffled screams get my pussy off.

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Her young bald little pussy is split open and in shreds as I fuck her bloody hole. I grab her small a cup tits and cut off her nipples and eat them whole. I love the meaty taste in my mouth. I moan and laugh at her slapping her in the face hard enough to leave a mark. Yes these mutilation phone sex fantasies make my evil pussy so wet I can feel my juices soaking my black thong.

Sadistic Phone Sex Get’s Satanically Evil with The Best 😈

When it comes to Sadistic Phone Sex with me, Morticia, things get dark. When things get dark they get fucking evil. I am talking here of the sadistically Satanic evil we will conjure together. This is in essence what I have been doing with B.

Sadistic Phone Sex

In the calls of Satanic conjuring B is staring coldly into the deadening eyes of Grace. It’s that has lost her soul now as I eat it and decapitate her as I conjure up the flames of Hell. Hell fire mother fucker this bitch is dead. In fact not only do I destroy Grace with decapitation but also her younger Sister. The little bitch Kylie will endure the same faith.

Sadistic Phone Sex Offers a One Way Ticket to Hell

When I say the same fate it is the fate of satanic sacrifice. The snuff sex we have is absolutely mind blowing into ritualistic sacrificial Snuff Sex of two dumb whores. The filthy loving joy of riding the dick of B as the succubus demon within me emerges and speaks in tongues so dark. As I slither and ride that dick into my demonic womb of filthy devilish lust we make the music of the Hells deepest abyss. 

The ultimate sacrifice is the sacrifice of those lovers that fell from the graces of pleasure. Stare into that dead bitches eyes B. Grace has no more grace she has fallen into a filthy whore of Hell. With this bloodied axe I will lick the blade clean of that dead cunts blood and spat into B’s mouth as I lean in with my succubus lizardlike tongue and kiss him deeply. 

Finally the reality is the hypnotized entranced Mr. B is so deeply mesmerized by the swirling blood of the ex, her sister and that whore mother in law.

Now the pleasures grow stronger as we scream Fuck Jesus Christ and all Christianity and Hail fucking Satan! This is Blasphemy phone sex.

Fuck Jesus and god damnnit it all in the Hellfire of eternal doom is the fate of the three cunts that are now headless. Their heads and dead eyes stare on as we blasphemously fuck and I carve my initials in the form of a pentagram on B’s chest as it to mark him by the Beasts number one demoness.

For I am Morticia. The Queen of Sin God Damned then ALL!

Snuff sex

Mutilation Phone Sex Adds Mayhem to your Mundane Life

Mutilation Phone Sex

The Things we do to make ourselves feel alive. Be them Dark and Depraved, they serve purpose. The shock and awe of Mutilation Phone Sex Calls, send me reeling on a high that is anything but synthetic. Jamie has been calling every week for a month now.  I’ve been a victim all my life, and he found solace in that.

It started off as a call like any other, He wanted to fuck my little teen dream twat and then, he wanted me dead. A Bloody scene we both created. Trading pokes, and stabs with blades of all kinds. We mirrored one another. The only difference was the tool we fancied to get the job done.

Both of us immensely turned on by the idea of causing the other pain. My cunt throbbed and grew slick with each and every pass of My blade on his skin. Laying him open, the sight of the blood. Made me ache.

See, Jamie. He liked playing with a big knife, large seratted blade that would tear my skin open, and it would chew and force my blood let. I, however chose a tiny, thin little razor to do my bidding. The quick slit, sting and burn of it coaxed that sweet crimson drip from his skin.

I’ve Never Been Squeamish

We violently mutilated one another. Thick slippery metallic tinges of red covered our flesh. So many little nicks, cuts and stabs. Both Feral, and so enamored with what we were doing. Primal is the perfect way to describe how we fucked.

A Mirror surrounded the bath tub in which we played. Skin covered in blood and plasma. We could admire the artwork we had marked the other with. His quivering cock slid deep into me from behind. I came within minutes. It was Dark, twisted and fucking sensual. No longer a want, it was a need.

Jamie’s cock anchored deep in my cunt. Thrashing deep, and knocking against My G-spot. I came again and again on him.  His hands slid over my throat, trying to grip to choke me. I watched in the mirror as he took me. Jamie was taking my essence. He fucked and fucked hard. Finally filling me with his cum.

Both of us staring wildly at the bloody Messes we created

But then again,

Monsters aren’t under the bed anymore, They are in the Mirror

Let’s Have Some Roleplay Fun

Roleplay phone sex

 

I want you to break into my house and rape my fat juicy pussy and my tight anal. Pretend to be a robber who came to rob me for some of my sweet nectar. Grab me by my hair and throw me to the floor. Forcing me to put your cock in my mouth. Slap me when I don’t listen and spit in my mouth. Then shove your cock in there, face fucking me until I throw up all over your cock. Grab me by my neck and bring to the couch, forcing me to bend over exposing my fat pussy. Shove three fingers in my fat pussy and finger fuck me until my sweet nectar is dripping down your hand. Then make me lick my juices off your hand until it’s no more. Whisper in my ear how you own me now and i’ll be your dirty cum whore whenever you want. Forcing your big cock into my tight dripping fat pussy. Pounding me giving me no mercy, making sure I feel every inch of that big fat cock.

Snuff Sex is Easier to Get Away with During Halloween

snuff sexSnuff sex occurs more during the Halloween season than any other time of the year. Personally, I feel like I become bolder during the Halloween season in my kills. This time of year, it’s not unusual to see a person dressed up in some sort of costume. And that makes it easier to stab somebody in broad daylight.

I never act that brazen because I want to fly under the radar like I have for so many years. But it means I can be sloppier and kidnap somebody or stab them in a crowd instead of my kill shack or dungeon. I’m lucky I have a couple different places where I can kill with lots of wildlife around to help me dispose of the body. I think that’s what makes me unique as a stone cold killer; I never leave a body to be found.

This college bar hosted an early Halloween costume party. As a Goth girl I don’t go to college bars. Well, I don’t go to college bars, unless I have murder on my mind. College girls I like to torture. And most of them have it coming because of their insipid behavior and self-entitled actions.

To blend in, I dressed up as Ghost Face the killer from the Scream movies. I needed to hide my face. Plus, with my face covered, people would believe I belonged in a college bar. The place looked packed and stupid cunts appeared everywhere.

Killing in Public Becomes Easier During Halloween Season

But who my first kill would be seemed easy. This twat, for no reason, tossed her drink on me and started calling me names. Perhaps she confused me for somebody else. But either way her behavior seemed appalling to me. But then all young girls’ behavior seems rather appalling to me nowadays.

So, the dumb bitch throws a drink on me. Start a fight with me. And then demand that I buy her a drink because she wasted hers. Bitch, please. I didn’t touch you. I didn’t touch your drink. That’s on you. But she wanted to keep on going at it. So, I suggested we take it outside.

And when that didn’t work, I decided to make a bloody phone sex scene. I took out my knife, and I stabbed her right in the stomach, pulling the knife up, essentially leaving a huge slit in her stomach for her entrails to fall out. And people saw it, but they seemed so drunk and in their own zone, they thought I staged a Halloween prank. And nobody came to help her.

They let her bleed out on the floor. And they cheered me on. It’s like I had 1000 accomplices shoved into one bar. Because of that, I did not need to immediately bolt. Still, nobody knew who I was. If I suddenly fled the scene that might draw suspicion, so I hung around. Drank a few stale beers. And watched people step over my victim as she laid dying on the floor.

Perhaps, I Can Teach You How to Kill Boldly and Get Away with It Too

I watched people congratulate her on a great Halloween prank. But the prank was on everybody in that bar because I killed a bitch in front of them all and they didn’t believe it. I told you college boys and girls live in their own world. As the night went on, the place became more crowded, and I think people forgot about the prank. They walked all over the dead girl.

But it made the news the next night. This college bar had no camera so that went well for me. All anybody could say if the police questioned them would be that somebody in a Scream costume did the deed. But they wouldn’t even know my gender. Or my race. So, I got away with it.

I’m highly skilled when it comes to murder. I can do it in private or in public and still get away with it. Since I knew it would be a snuff porn night, I used this old car with fake plates not registered to me that no one even knows I own because I keep it hidden. It’s my killmobile. But even if cameras caught me in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see my face or find my car. I think of everything. And I can teach you how to kill boldly and avoid detection too.

Taboo Phone Sex Accomplices Can Be Women Too

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex whore, I get all sorts of requests from folks needing an accomplice. I can torture somebody, kidnap somebody, even snuff somebody for you. However, most of my clients seem to be men who just need something young to fuck or maybe they need an ex murdered. But over the weekend, a sexy mature blonde hired me. A very rich socialite with a very real problem. And she thought I could help eradicate her problem.

I told her she came to the right place. Kelley started an affair with a much younger guy. Not illegal young, but barely legal young. Apparently, he was part of the catering crew her husband hired for a fancy political fundraiser held in their home a few months ago. She thought the boy understood they would only fuck once.

As a married socialite, it could never come out that she engaged in an affair with such a younger man. According to her, it’s not about the money. She earns her own money as a CEO of a beauty company. Her reputation and her brand seemed on the line if this came out. The boy started blackmailing her. Extorting her for cash to keep their dirty little secret.

Women Can Hire Me for Murder Too

She came to me for advice. Killer phone sex did not appear on her mind. However, I told her the only way to deal with extortion would be murder. Otherwise, you give him 10 grand now and a week later he wants 50 grand. It won’t stop until she’s bankrupt. I asked her a few questions and gave her some options. But I also told her the best option would be to kill the boy. And for the right fee, I would take care of all of that for her. Keep her hands clean.

I did something I never do. I fucked my client. I’m bisexual and she’s fucking hot so I didn’t see a problem. It didn’t cloud my judgment about what needed to be done. So, after I fucked her, I set a honey trap for her boy toy extortionist.

And he walked right into my trap because apparently, he’s a sucker for rich mature women. I think the sex for him he considers bonus. He planned all along to extort her for money. So, I posed as a sexy, sophisticated and very rich, socialite, and of course he took the bait.

I wore black wig and glasses to obscure my face from any cameras in the bar. And I let that boy think he picked me up. We went back to his place and as I rode his young barely legal 19-year-old throbbing cock, I put my hands around his throat to choke him out.

Sometimes, When I Kill a Boy I Think of All the Men Who Wronged Me

 I drugged him enough to make it too hard for him to fight me back. And I looked him straight in the eyes as he took his last breath. And that’s intoxicating to me. To me, that boy represented a lot of men from my past who tried to extort and blackmail me into submission.

Although I felt like he wasted his talent because he could’ve been a male escort and made money fucking older women without resorting to criminal behavior. But I did not feel bad over killing him. Your actions have consequences. And blackmailing a super-rich MILF came with the consequence of losing his life. He deserved a snuff sex death. He deserved to die at the hands of a woman he planned on extorting in the future. I saw through his flirtatious behavior. I’ve seen that look in men’s eyes all my life. Men look at women like their playthings.  Well, I made it look like a solo erotic asphyxiation encounter gone wrong.

Once I completed the job, I paid Kelly a visit and we fucked again. I took her money, but I won’t blackmail her, and she won’t blackmail me. However, I do think we’ll keep on fucking. She has a banging body and a velvet tongue. And a touch of evil inside of her too. And that makes her fucking hot to me.

Lovely kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex

 

The kidnapping phone sex I just had literally made me squirt everywhere. Ah just being so naught and hearing their tortures screams as we make out and put our victim in an even more pain. Completely tied up, and using his ex-wife like a rug.

Grabbing her and throwing her in the truck was so easy, and she was sooo drunk. Well, it was perfect because this would be her last time harassing everyone. Maybe a nice, good kidnapping and with torture will bring her back down to earth.  With a nice hit right to her fucking stomach.

While we cover her face in our spit and cum. Pissing on her and treating her like a pathetic worthless bitch that she is. She looked better with cuts all over her anyways, and her screams kept making my pussy throb. Just having to bend over and take his cock right there. In front of his kidnapped ex-wife, tied up and tortured. He held my cunt right at her face and make me squirt all over her.

It was going to be so much fun tormenting her especially since no one will go looking for her.

Bringing You The Young Holes In Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phone sexAs an accomplice phone sex snuff queen, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as we brought the unsuspecting young girl to our lair. Her innocent eyes filled with fear and disbelief as she realized what was about to happen. The hot guy grabbed her roughly, pushing her against the wall and exposing her tight little body.

I watched from the shadows, my heart racing in anticipation of their encounter. The way he roughly pulled down her panties, revealing her wet pussy begging for attention made me wet too. His cock was already hard as a rock, ready to claim that sweet cunt for himself.

As they began their twisted dance of pleasure and pain, I couldn’t help but feel aroused by their power play. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room while moans escaped both their lips intermittently. It was clear that this wasn’t just about sex; it was about control and submission – two things that turned me on immensely!

The sight of him fucking into her tight hole while she struggled under his weight sent shivers down my spine . . . And when he finally came inside her after hours of relentless fucking – filling every inch of available space within those precious holes – we both let out primal growls signaling our satisfaction at having taken part in such depraved act together!

Our hearts raced as we watched them both collapse onto the dirty floor, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure. The young girl’s eyes were glazed over with lust while her body trembled from the aftershocks of their intense encounter.

As an accomplice, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in our accomplishment. We had taken this innocent creature and turned her into nothing more than a vessel for our desires – all without any remorse or hesitation on our part!

The hot guy looked up at me, his face smeared with sweat and semen, grinning widely as if to say “Well done!” It was then that I realized just how much we truly enjoyed this twisted game – taking away someone’s innocence and using them however we pleased… And it only made us want more!