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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies At The Strip Club

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Sometimes murder phone sex fantasies are closer to reality than people think. All someone needs is an idea that creates a spark in the mind and the gears start turning. The Sins R 4-Ever club is one of the most popular places in town especially for bachelor parties. I’ve loved every day of working there because guys view me as a stupid ,drugged out whore but they always get a final hoorah before getting married. Tonight, I will be part of the bachelor party for a high profile developer. It’s his third marriage, but who knows, maybe he’ll be lucky. He paid thousands for this night and I’m gonna give him his money’s worth in the VIP room. He had his fill of his group party in the main room and now, it’s up to me to give him a grand send off. He asks if we can get another bottle of champagne, while I’m giving him my best Shakira moves and losing my bra to show off my huge tits. His face gets buried between them immediately as our champagne arrives. I turn around and bend over, pulling my skinny thong to the side to show a peek of pussy. I can see how hard he’s getting as I turn around and he puts the glass to my lips. I take a sip of Dom and kiss him deeply, as he sucks it out of my mouth. “Chelsea, you know I wanna fuck you. My wedding is three weeks away. Let me bury my dick in you so deep, it feels like it’s coming out of your belly button!”. He laughed so hard as he snorted another line and I laughed too. “Oh honey”, I said, “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight. I can’t wait to get your thick cock and ride it”.

Brad was all high, worked up and ready and so was I. I sat in his lap, grinding my bare ass on his half open pants. He groaned a little and whipped his dick out. Then he told me he forgot condoms. I told him I had some. I reached into my little clutch bag and pulled out a Magnum. I carefully unwrapped it, put the tip in my mouth and leaned over to slide it onto his cock between my lips. He pumped his hips, as I slid it down onto his fat cock. I teased him a little, then rubbed the tip against my pussy. Facing him, I started to ride it slowly. He said it felt so fucking hot–my cunt was on fire! I giggled and told him that’s what he paid for. The more frenzied I became, bouncing on his fuck pipe, the more he groaned. I noticed he was sweating profusely. “Brad. Are you okay?”, I cooed. He nodded and said he felt so good that he was about to blow his fucking rich boy spunk for me. I started fucking his pole harder and he began to gasp for air. I felt his dick spasm a bit then he lost consciousness. I got up off of him and took the condom with me. I immediately went to the manager and told him that I thought we needed to call 911. I even cried a little, acting like a clueless slut. I was told to take the rest of the night off which I did. On the drive home, I knew they’d never know Brad was poisoned. The condom was an ingenious idea. To think, he really got fucked to death.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

 

I was walking alone along a dark street, feeling a bit more tipsy than I normally do. The night was a warm and quiet one too. So decided to skip the Uber and just walk home from the bar.

At least, that was the plan.

I feel hands grab me from behind. And another set grab my feet. I freeze for a moment as I’m not sure what’s going on. And then, I start to scream when I realize I’m no longer alone. One of their hands goes over my mouth and I hear the whisper in my ear “that’s not gonna help you. Just shut up and take what’s coming to you, bitch”

I try to fight a little more, feeling my heart pumping out of my chest. As I struggle, their hands grip harder. Feeling the biting of their nails in my skin, I keep struggling. I’m a fighter, and I’m not backing down.

I get pulled into the alley way, where I get a better picture now of these two entities. Big guys, they were. And they start ripping my clothing off. No care what really comes off, just that it’s off. I try grabbing at what they are taking off, but one of them grabs my hands and pins them above my head.

I try kicking this time, but the other one who was pulling my clothes of is now pinning my legs to the ground. “You want to kick, fucking kick with a broken leg” he says, as I feel a snap in my knee. I scream in pain, no longer really fighting as that new sensation is going through my brain.

As the pain starts to subside slightly, I refocus and realize my clothing is in shreds on the ground, and I’m naked. One of them is already inside of my pussy, pumping away hard as I feel the sharp pains instead of the pleasure I’m used to. I feel wet, but I don’t think it’s that juicy sweetness I have naturally.

As his cock continues to ripe more of my cunt as he keeps going, the other still pinning my arms down. I can feel the cold street below me scraping my back, causing small cuts to form. Looking up for a moment, I can the one holding me see get a snide grin on his face. A sadistic glint to his eyes.

“I really hate hearing you scream. Let’s fix that shit now” He pulls out a long blade from his pants. Placing the sharp steel to my throat, he slices. Deep. I start gargling on the blood entering my throat, trying to breath. He keeps slicing more, opening up my trachea more. I can see he’s now looking at it lustfully, like it’s another fuck hole.

I feel him slide his thick dick into my opened up throat, and struggle to not convulse from the sheer agony. Using my blood as his own personal lube for the deep throating action he wanted. Thrusting hard and cutting off any way for me to breath.

As I begin to expire from blood loss, I can still hear them giggling at their mess. My last conscious thought is feeling both of them cum in my destroyed body at the same time.

Rena Gets Wet and Nasty With Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sexFantasy Phone Sex plays through my head every day making my cunt wet. As I lay in bed, my mind wanders to the darker side of desire. The thought of being taken by a dominant man, completely under his control, fills me with both fear and arousal. In this fantasy, he’s not just any man – he’s someone who will take my life as well as claim my body. His touch is electric; every caress sends shivers down my spine while also making me tremble with anticipation for what comes next.

He begins by binding me tightly, ensuring that there’s no escape from his grasp or the fate that awaits me. He gags me so I can only whimper and moan softly as he explores every inch of my flesh with his rough hands and eager lips. He takes pleasure in teasing each sensitive spot until they are on edge before moving onto another area to torment further still. It feels like an eternity passes before he finally positions himself between my legs and thrusts inside without warning or mercy – filling me up completely despite how small I am compared to him.

The pain mixes with the pleasure creating an intense cocktail of sensations coursing through every fiber of being; it’s almost too much but somehow just right at the same time because this isn’t about love or affection – it’s about power play and ultimate submission on both our parts . With each forceful stroke deeper into my core ,I feel myself growing wetter around him signaling how much I crave more even though deep down knowing this could very well be our last dance together .

As we reach climax together (or perhaps multiple times ), he whispers dark promises into my ear about what comes next – ending me forever in a way that only he can do. His words send shivers down my spine but also ignite a fire within me; I want him to claim every part of me before taking away my life force completely.

Afterward, he ties off both ends of a silk scarf around my neck and begins to pull it tightly shutting off air supply slowly suffocating me while maintaining eye contact until the very end when our gazes finally break as unconsciousness takes over . The feeling of being both violated and desired intensifies as death approaches – almost like an orgasm without release except this time there won’t be any coming back from it . Just before losing consciousness ,I feel his hot seed filling up inside again signaling one last act of dominance even in death .

In this twisted erotic snuff fantasy ,the line between pleasure and pain blurs making for an experience unlike any other ; leaving behind only memories etched deep within our souls forever.

Snuff Sex Can Only Be Better Summoning Satan

Snuff Sex Can Only Be Better Summoning Satan and that means calling on your dark fantasies Queen Morticia.  With my guidance in summoning the beasts of the night we can enact the best rape porn fantasies out there.

This is a diabolical thing that cannot be under estimated. My cunt and ass belong to Satan and so does my soul. The very pleasures that I get arise from Summoning Satan and taking our sexual pleasures from his Demonic massive cock.

Further more in the pleasures of summoning Satan we can use his evil dark powers to lure the young tender virgins to us for the ultimate rape fantasy of snuff. Murderous bloody perverted molestations of young bodies then ripping them to shreds.

Nothing gets my cunt wetter, besides Satan’s big cock, is the blood of rape fantasy virgins splattering all over my body. Let me dismember that tiny body so you have just a bottom and cunt for your personal sex toy. Or if you rather a neck hole and mouth to use as a toilet.

Let me be the Mortician of your needs. I will be the Dr. Frankenstein that will reanimate a pieced together little girl with a dick. Anything you wish I am the sadistic of dark desires. The curator of evil toys. And the ultimate mind fucker of deranged filthy perverts.

Just a little reminder filthy fucks. I am a truly filthy sadistic twenty year old and not a breeder. What I breed I kill.

Snuff Sex is the Ultimate High

And those brats I see around town, well I love to torture and destroy the little brats. Sometimes I will prostitute the little whores and let men murder them. I find it really better than drugs. To ruin the little brats and make money off them but just watching those holes bleed and rip….

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Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.

Domination phone sex with a killer twist in the end.

Domination phone sex            Domination phone sex with a killer twist in the end. Now, I know what you are thinking. Nope. Don’t even think about it. Thinking gangbang. To cliché. Perhaps injecting of puss into the balls or the captive. Yawn to slow.

            It must be remembered that pain can be torturous. It can at the same time be orgasmic. Combine the two and you have the best recipe for torturous orgasms. That is to say you will cum and explode at the same time.

            Now, to reach this point. You must first release yourself and know that as soon as we begin you are going to feel tingling. Go with it. As shown above the cunt is getting tickled with a vibrator through a cage. Next, picture the ball gag. The water is cold.

            Bringing to life all the senses. It must be remembered that in the cold things are preserved. Come play with us. The time is now. Be tortured to cum. Not until I say so though. Else you will be flogged.

            Until when you are finally allowed to cum you explode ending as the greatest snuff sex ever. Death by orgasm. The number one way to die.

Domination Phone Sex Makes A Slut Wet

 

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Domination phone sex is what I need. A skank like me is accustomed to being put in her place. I want you to own me, like all the other objects that have a purpose in your life. I’m your favorite toy though. When you’re tying me up, please make the ropes tight around my wrists and ankles especially. Sometimes, you enjoy running a rope between my legs so it gradually makes my pussy lips red and raw. That way if you decide to fuck my whore hole it burns when you do. You can do anything you want to a me because I’ll take it all. Remember the time you put me in the contraption where my wrists were cuffed to my ankles? I looked like a crab on its back. You told your friends to fuck me in any hole they chose and immediately they filled my mouth, my shit pipe and my wet cunt. You stroked so hard while they fucked the shit out of me in every hole and then you pounded me so hard that my stomach cramped up. Fuck, you blew a wad of cum in me like I’d never seen. All your friends surrounded me and nutted anywhere they could. There was cum everywhere and I licked it all up. I’m looking forward to being used again.

 

Cora’s Carnages: A Bloody supermarket Frenzy

You think you’ve seen dark, you motherfuckers? Cora’s about to show you the definition of it!That blonde bitch in the supermarket thought she could get away with cutting me off? Hell no! I’m the queen of phone sex, and my appetite for blood is insatiable.As I watched her idiotic smile, I knew what had to be done. In the parking lot, my chance arrived. She was alone, and my heart raced with excitement.I knocked her out cleaner than a hockey puck to the face. A quick check to ensure no witnesses, and I hauled her insignificant ass into my car. Time to bring the pain!

Back at my place, I woke the bitch up and took sick pleasure in beating her senseless. Her body became a bloody mess, and my bat was drenched in her tears.But the best part? When she begged for her miserable life, I showed her true despair. I battered her skull till it caved in, her brains splattering like confetti.The way that blonde cunt’s eyes bulged out—fucking priceless! Her sorry ass wasn’t so funny now, was it?

A shower, a drink, and my night was complete. Another successful revenge story—dripping in blood and cum!

Cora’s work here is done!

Knife Play Phone Sex With Rena and Living On the Edge

I had a hot knife play phone sex call recently.  We were just talking dirty when it took a different but hot turn without any warning. Hknife play phone sexe pulled out a knife from his pocket causing fear to grip me tightly inside. He pressed it against my throat teasingly before moving down towards my bound wrists where he began cutting through the duct tape securing them. The feeling of cold steel against my skin sent chills down my spine as adrenaline rushed through me making every sensation more intense than ever before.

Once free ,he pushed me onto all fours once again positioning himself behind me ready for what was about come next . With one swift motion ,he slit open my throat causing warm blood to gush out while simultaneously penetrating deeper into me until he found that sweet spot deep within which made us both scream out in unison -a mix between pain and pleasure unlike anything else experienced before by either one of us .

As we reached climax together under these horrific circumstances ,the camera kept rolling capturing every moment leading up until now including our final breaths together as life slowly slipped away leaving only death behind… Our twisted fantasy had become reality – a snuff porn video featuring two cousins who shared not only each other’s bodies but also their darkest desires leading ultimately leading them both straight into hell itself…

Bloody Phone Sex Just Got Bloodier and More Torturous

bloody phone sexIt would not be Killtober without bloody phone sex. Recently, a caller inspired me to utilize more medieval torture. My grandfather did not just leave me his massive knife collection, but his medieval torture collection too. Some of the pieces are authentic and appraised at a high price. And insured too. But a couple pieces are replicas made to look authentic. All of which now reside in my underground bunker. Or best known as my new kill shack. Have not abandoned my old one yet, but this new one is more convenient.

So, after my phone call, I spoke with a friend who seems to be able to find anything you want or need from young girls to drugs to a medieval rack. But I have always wanted a medieval rack. And he found me one. For a pretty penny, of course. It got delivered yesterday. And it even has fresh blood stains on it. My guess, some one else used it recently for torture sex. Just like I planned to do also.

But who would be my first victim? My need to try this expensive, centuries old torture device, made me less selective. So, the first person to annoy me would win one free torturous death. And that just happened to be some vacuous self-entitled coed cunt who cut in line at my Goth coffee house thinking all the other Goth folks would not check her bad behavior, and when someone did, she went off on an unholy rant. My lucky turned into her last day on earth.

Nothing Better Than a Bloody, Torturous Medieval Death

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I followed her in my car, cut her off the road, dragged her out of her expensive car that no doubt mommy and daddy bought for her. Luckily, she went down a back road, less traveled. Tossed her in my trunk and drugged her. And she woke up tied to my new rack. Feisty whore. Mouthy too. I put a ball gag in her mouth because I hate those whiny, high pitched bimbo sounds. Once I cranked the rack up, she started screaming. Muffled screams, but at least she was no longer talking.

Honestly, I like to prolong the snuff sex torture for as long as possible so I can achieve maximum pain for my victim and maximum pleasure for me. But her voice and screeching forced me to put her out of my misery. So, she died quickly. At least quickly by my standards. But painfully. My nice new toy ripped her in two. Eviscerated her, leaving her guts on the floor and her  blood on my wall. But nothing a hose and some paint cannot fix.