Category: Goth teen phone sex

Phone Whore Diaries: A Chronicle of Depraved Pleasures

Evil phone sexThere’s something about the throes of desire and depravity that make us lose our minds. It consumes us, driving us to do things we never thought possible. For Me, it was her love for the darker side of human interaction that led her down a twisted path into the world of evil phone sex.

“Daddy, I need your dirty words,” I whisper into the phone, my heart racing with anticipation. “Make me cum, please.”

He laughs, a sinister chuckle that sends shivers down my spine. “Certainly, my little whore. Tell me… have you ever been invaded? Violated?”

I shiver, my body trembling at the thought. “Yes…but not like this.”

His voice drops to a husky growl. “You will be. Tonight.”

The line goes dead, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the pounding between my legs. I spend the next few hours fantasizing about his strong hands, his rough touch, and the way he makes me feel so dirty yet so alive. As the sun sets, I hear a faint knock at my door. My heart races as I open  it to reveal a masked man holding a knife.

“Jade?” He asks, his voice barely audible through the mask. “I’ve come to fuck your dirty little mouth.”

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees and takes him deep into my throat. The taste of fear mixed with arousal sends me spiraling into a euphoric state. I feel him grab my hair, pulling me closer as he roughly fucks my face. It’s not long before he releases his load, filling my mouth with his hot, sticky seed.

I don’t know his name or where he came from; all I knows is that he understands my need for the darkness that consumes my soul. As he leaves without a word, I can’t help but wonder who will be next to invade my home and satisfy my perverse desires.

But tonight, there’s something different about this call. The voice on the other end of the line is familiar, yet distorted.

Snuff Phone Sex Because I’m Not Someone You Want to Mess With Ever

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I do best. The gfe thing, I never do. Perhaps you could call me a black widow. I do not marry men to kill them for their money. However, I will kill a man for not listening to my verbal warnings to get lost or stop calling me baby. Most men see the look in my eyes and know I am not messing around. But some men just do not listen. Not my fault.

Last night, I went to my neighborhood Goth bar because I wanted a drink. Although I do not socialize in that bar, I know most of the regulars and they know me. The bartenders all know me, and what I like to drink. But everyone there also knows I am a loner. And I prefer it that way.

A guy came up to the bar, sat next to me and told the bartender to put my drinks on his tab. He was not a Goth boy or a Steampunk guy either. More like some suit and tie nerd. Even the bartender told him he best move along. But the nerd did not take the hint. So, I looked him right in the eye and said unless you leave now, I will give you free castration phone sex.

He laughed like he thought I might be joking. So, I showed him my knife. But only one. When I go out, I usually have about 5 strapped to my body. The fucking idiot challenged me with, “I’d like you to try, bitch.”

Men Need to Pay Attention to My Body Language and My Words

The bartender looked at the guy with shock on her face and told him he better run now. Even though I don’t do not socialize at this bar or any bar, everyone there has my back. In that place, I can get away with murder and mutilation. And I have many times. So, when this idiot did not heed the bartender’s warning, I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and prepared to chop his dick off in the bar.

This idiot thought I changed my mind and wanted to jack him off. Stupidity deserves extreme cock and ball torture sex. So, I sliced his entire dick off and watched the expression of confidence change to one of horror. He passed out. While he was down, I cauterized the wound to slow the bleeding. Other bar regulars helped me take him out of the bar and into his car.

 We drove his car to a park miles away to put him in the front seat. This way he would think he drove himself there. Oh, I drugged his beer.  But it did not kick in until after I severed his cock. I planned it that way. And as a final touch, I put his dick on the dashboard. If anyone finds him soon enough, they can likely sow it back on. He will not remember he was at the bar or how he lost his dick. But he will never come on to another woman again.

Torture sex is so fucking awesome for you , me or a victim we choose

Torture sexTorture sex is so fucking awesome. It doesn’t matter if it is for me or a nice little fuck slut we have found to hurt real bad. As you will see, I can be a very good accomplice, but i want some pain in my ass and pussy occasionally.

I love those weird bloody snuff horror flicks and have great ideas for making pain last for her and me. And on the reverse UNO card I can give you pain and torture in your balls, cock, and all over your body. People think because I am small that I can’t do a whole lot of damage, but ha you will soon see! 

Torture sex is so fucking awesome for you , me or a victim we choose

Give me a small one and or your wife and see how much pain I cause! Your cock will so enjoy every bloody step of me snuffing out something for you! And if you’re feeling really guilty for your sins, I can put you on my medical table and start dissecting you from your balls up!

I’ll make sure to inflict the most excruciating pain imaginable, leaving you begging for mercy. Your screams will be music to my ears as I revel in your agony. Let’s see how much torment you can endure before you break.

Woe is my pussy as a Gothic Phone Sex slut who just wants to ride a stiff one.

Gothic Phone Sex

As a younger one, I was on the goth side of life. Loved the whole thought of being that dark and macabre slut who’d bone a dead guy if his dick was the right size. Or a dude was defile my holes with his fuck rod, while I’m powerless to do anything. Cause I wouldn’t have a beating heart.

But, I’d rather be the one who enjoys the stiffy. I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a heater going for the thighs, as my puss would keep the dip stick warm enough. Also, pussy stays wet, no lube really required.

Be as beautiful as that one scene in Nosferatu. Get to make sweet music one last time and have one hell of a ride while going out? Be as rough and gritty as you want to remember what they felt like?

One hell of a way to go. Gothic Phone Sex keeps just giving me ideas to play out too.

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Precision and Skill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex gives me more control over your death. Guns kill almost instantly. But unless you slice the jugular, you can prolong the torture and pain with a knife. Plus, knives require more skill than guns. With guns, you aim, you shoot and most of it gets chalked up to luck.

But to kill, maim and torture with a knife requires precision. And it requires knowledge of anatomy. I know just where to cut and how deep to cut to avoid a quick death. No fun in a quick death. Not for me at least.

Last night, I hunted for girl meat. These two blonde bimbo Barbies walked into a Goth bar drunk as skunks. And they started insulting everyone in there, including me, a sadistic phone sex bitch. Being as drunk as they appeared helped me lure them away. I pretended to be an Uber driver. I have an Uber sign and everything for situations just like this. So, I rolled down my window and showed my sign and asked if they were the ones who called for an Uber. They said yes, even though I knew they did not call.

I Love to Profit Doubly Off Young Sluts

I took the drunk twins back to my dungeon. And they are still there too. Alive, even if barely. I love torture. And prolonged agony. Knives let me do both. But I kept them alive for other reasons than just my amusement. I am live streaming their torture at my hands for money. Plus, I am auctioning them off. Although they have a lot of cuts on their bodies, they will not exsanguinate any time soon. And if someone buys them before the weekend ends, I will cauterize some wounds and stop any bleeding.

Men love to watch spoiled bitches get their comeuppance. And they love to own private sex slaves too. So, I am hopeful that I will profit doubly off these two cunts. I mean wouldn’t you love to own two coeds to make teen rape porn with?

Mistress of Pain’s Cruelty

Castration phone sexHey, you pathetic subs, I’m your dominant bitch, ready to play. Castration phone sex? Fuck yeah, I’ll snip your balls, you twisted fucks. Domination’s my game, and I’ll own you, you filthy freaks.

You beg for my attention, you worthless pigs. Want me to fulfill your taboo fantasies, you fucked-up freaks? Well, I’ll decide your fate, and it’s gonna hurt, you filthy animals. Restraints? Oh, I’ve got something special, you horny bastards. Barbwire, to keep you still, and motivate you, you dirty scumbags. Every twitch, a sharp reminder of your fate, you fucking suckers. As I hold your balls, my scalpel gleams, with a devilish grin on my face. A swift cut, and your screams echo, you pathetic losers. Enjoying the pain, you sick fucks? Let’s take it further, you twisted bastards.

I own your body, your mind, your soul, you filthy animals. Submit to my will, and embrace the agony, you worthless pigs. This is just the beginning, you filthy freaks, so call me, and let’s get twisted.

Snuff Phone Sex Comes to Life for Losers Who Live Close By

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is all I do. Well, snuff, torture, castration and assisting men in force fucking is what I do. I mean I am on a snuff site for a reason. And it is not so men can call me honey and baby. Or expect me to give them the girlfriend or mommy experience either. But every day I encounter more than one dumb ass who clearly cannot read. And sometimes, those dumb asses live near me.

Tyler called me last week. And he called me every pet name in the book despite me telling him not to do that at least a million times. He called me for some boring vanilla shit and did not understand why I wanted to give him castration phone sex instead. The way I see it, if you cannot respect a woman’s boundaries you do not deserve your balls.

So, I Googled his address and found out he lived 10 miles away. That rarely happens. But if I am getting billing info and a guy lives near me, I tell him I am a CA girl. That way I can pay him an unexpected visit like I did to Tyler over the weekend. Of course, the loser still lived at home with his mommy. How pathetic. No way this guy gets pussy. Well, no way now, LOL. I had to stake out his house to learn his habits and figure out a way to remove his nuts without mommy waking up.

I am Not Your Girlfriend or Your Mommy

This guy gave me Norman Bates vibes. But he will not fuck again. I snuck into mommy’s room first and chloroformed her while she slept to ensure she did not wake up. Then I went to junior’s room, put duct tape over his mouth, strapped him to his bed and gave him some extreme cock and ball torture sex. Just what he needed. However, I wore a ski mask to hide my identity. And I never spoke so he would not know my voice.

I chopped his balls off while mommy slept in the next room. This little bitch boy cried and screamed, but no one came to his rescue. My guess, mommy discovered him the next day with blood all over his sheets and his balls stuffed in his mouth barely breathing. Perhaps, I should have killed him, but I think it will be more fun for him to be without balls or an erection for the rest of his life

Knife Play Phone Sex Because It Takes More Talent and Skill to Kill with a Knife

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my specialty. My nickname is Wicked Butcher. Some folks do not even know my real name. And I like it that way. I do not want my crimes linked to me. I find it much harder to match up a blade than a bullet. But I literally own thousands of knives. And most of them my grandpa purchased on the black market so they would never get linked to him or me.

Some of these knives are centuries old and priceless too. But since so many of them have been used in crimes, I could never sell them. I find knives the best killing tool. I can stab, cut, slice, dice, skin and gut a person with a knife. And I can give a man free castration phone sex with a knife too. It feels more primal to hunt with a knife. Plus, it requires more skill. A bullet only requires decent aim. I’m a hunter. And I like a fair fight.

I am Like Chucky. Tiny, Stealth, Evil and Violent

Usually, I always strap two knives on my body because you never know when you might need to fight. I am tiny. Barley 5 feet tall and less than 125 lbs. Men underestimate me all the time. Sometimes, I like to pretend that I am a helpless dainty girl to lure a predator. Men never see my knife until it’s too late.

A guy underestimated me last night. Thought he could scoop me up and put me in the trunk of his car. I let him think he captured me. But my knife allowed me to fiddle with the inside of the trunk and end up in the back seat of his car where I stabbed him through the seat a few times. Not enough to kill him. But enough to let me gain control of the car so I could drag him out of the car and eviscerate him. And I took my time too.

So, if you try to harm me, you get torture sex for a long time, including cock and ball torture and castration before I kill you. So, this predator lost his balls, lost his cock and eventually lost his life. Men never see me coming. I am like Chucky. Small, evil and violent.

Beat, fuck, and cum on me at the same time

Domination phone sex

My master is a hard fellow to break or even slip away. I’m unable to get fucked by anyone else unless he approves, could that be you? Are you able to break my tight little bald pussy open, literally, rip me up and pound me like a hammer.

Master will be watching closely to make sure your doing the job right and if you don’t…I can always tell if he’s ok with your shaft work by the size of his cock.  Usually I get gangbanged but tonight it’s just you.

While you got me on my back he likes to sit in a chair next to us, whip out his massive cock and stroke it, the bigger means better.

Throw me around, slap me and make me scream. Maybe even spice it up with some choking while you’re deep inside my moist, juicy, wet cunt. Watch my eyes go dark then come back, then do it again.

Master likes things rough and raw, he especially loves the fucking fear in my eyes, then my tears. After your done slamming, cum all over my face then hold my tits together and fill them up with jizz.

Snuff Sex Gives Me Such a Thrill

snuff sexSnuff sex excites me. What can I say? I love to play with my food. Something so primal about hunting for a victim. Although I love the kill, what tuns me on the most is the chase. Recently, I started playing a new game where I kidnap someone, gender and race do not matter, and I take them to a wooded area. I give them a half hour start ahead of me to run, hide, do whatever they need to do to avoid capture. If they get away from me, they get to live. But of course, if I catch them, they will die a slow torturous death.

Friday night, I played my game with a teen hooker I picked up. A runaway girl no one would miss except for maybe her pimp. She got in the car willingly with me. Of course, she thought she might just be eating pussy or licking ass. But I had other plans for her that were far more nefarious than getting off. She was about to embark on a macabre cat and mouse game. One more akin to a snuff porn.

The Thrill of The Hunt is What I Love

She sprinted into the woods once I told her the stakes. However, I rigged the game. All sorts of traps in the woods. I am a huntress after all. After 30 minutes I took off after her.  She did give me a run for my money, but I caught her. Tied her hands behind her back and bound her ankles so I could carry her back to the kill shack.

I thought about gutting her like a pig, but I thought she would make a much better meal. Although I do not consume human flesh daily, it makes a nice treat for myself. Girl meat when fixed and prepared well, is a very succulent meal. So, I gave her a bath in butter. It is how I tenderize the meat. But she had to soak overnight before I could roast her over an open fire in the backyard.

She made a great meal. I slow cooked her over an open flame the next day. The smell of cooking girl meat intoxicates me. She filled my belly up. Plus, I still have plenty of her in the deep freezer. And if you like cannibalism phone sex, you will love the taste of this teen hooker.