Fantasy phone sex gives you options and variety, I have a regular that has a fuck ton of realistic sex dolls, it’s like a harem of pussy, he has them in all shapes and sizes, blondes red heads and brunettes, small a cup tits to massive triple digit cups, all with functioning holes, some even have heated insides that feel just like the real thing, tonight we are going to have our way with a big tit red head we like to call Reddz, she has massive double F tits and a juicy round bubble butt, all of her holes are super deep, I love to watch my Master fuck Reddz, she is his favorite. I give him how to instructions when he plays with her, I am trying to teach him how to be rough with the ladies without unaliving them, we have had a few hiccups when it comes to that, Master loves to choke his whores when he cums and sometimes he does not realize his own strength, Reddz is face down and ass up with a leash secured around her neck, as he pounds her fat ass from behind he pulls the rope tighter, I have it set up so if he pulls too hard her head will pop off and fake blood squirts out, he freaks out when that happens because he really does not want to hurt the sluts, but being wrapped up in passion it happens, I love the sex dolls because it is an easy clean up and I don’t have to worry about getting rid of real bodies, that shit is very time consuming. But I think with a little bit more practice Master will be able to choke a real girl without offing the whore.
Category: Goth teen phone sex
Sex Dolls Dont Die
Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires
I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.
I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.
“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”
You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.
Knife Play Phone Sex for the Win Every Time
Knife play phone sex remains my favorite. I find knives more versatile and painful than any other instrument used to kill people. A gun requires no skill, other than the ability to aim, point and shoot. And usually, the death occurs instantaneously. But when you use a knife to kill someone, you can prolong their agony. I’m not out here euthanizing people so I don’t need to be humane. I am murdering people, so I want it to hurt.
Perhaps you could call me a sadistic bitch. I do take pleasure in other people‘s pain. But honestly last night I just wanted to have a cocktail and go home and watch a movie. I did not have mayhem on the mind. But it usually finds me no matter what I’m doing or where I’m at.
And last night this preppy looking guy came into a Goth bar looking for an easy mark. For some reason, he thought Goth babes would fuck him easier. Stupid fucker. We all want the same thing. Or maybe I don’t want the same thing. But I don’t go to a bar looking for a big dick to fuck. I go to get out of the house and get a drink and be left the fuck alone. Men, you need to get over this no means yes mentality. Because no means no fucking way dude. I don’t want you even touching me let alone fucking me you loser.
Free Ball Removal for Men Who Think No Means Yes
But Keith kept insisting that I meant yes. He just thought I would eventually cave, but I never caved. However, I let him think he broke me down to the point where I wanted to fuck him. At best he might receive free castration phone sex. I had to bring him back to my place though. My place provides me with a certain amount of anonymity. I know that I have no security cameras. Plus, I have all my torture devices at my crib too.
Once at my place, I drugged him. I roofied his nightcap. And when he woke up, he found himself tied to my castration chair. It’s just an old death row chair with a plank in the middle to separate the cock from the balls easily. A lot of men lose their ability to procreate because of me. And I take pride in that. We have enough stupid motherfuckers in this world with most of them running the fucking country. So, nobody will miss this loser.
I’m Skilled in Cock And Ball Torture
I know how to inflict pain. And I know how to remove your cock and balls. I take great pride in neutering men who need to be neutered. Keith needed to be neutered. When he woke up, he found his cock and balls separated by a wood plank. I pulled his balls through the hole and slipped on the castration band. Those things are ingenious because they castrate you in 10 minutes or less. A chemical castration. It kills the swimmers. I removed the balls with a jagged little knife to make it hurt.
Keith woke up and started saying dumbass shit. He’s lucky he didn’t lose his life along with his balls. Because I could’ve killed him easily. And I would’ve been justified too. But I settled on cock and ball torture sex. I got out a knife with a rusty serrated blade. It’s my favorite knife to neuter worthless men like Keith with. I slowly ran the blade over that thin piece of skin between the ass and the balls. And eventually his balls came off. The castration band made it less bloody though. I also made little knicks and cuts to his junk.
I made sure he was awake to experience the pain of ball removal. And then I drugged him again just so that I could get him into the trunk of my car and dump him someplace. The drugs will confuse maybe even erase his mind. I dumped him in an alley behind a bar. He’s not my problem anymore. I took care of what needs to be taken care of. He will never get sexually aggressive with a woman again because I neutered him.
Blasphemy Sex Gets Bloody With Sadistic Goth Teen Whore
Blasphemy sex with my satanic step-daddy is so hot especially after mommy got hit by the train. her legs don’t work anymore and I show mommy what a satanic little whore I am. We even show her what we do with her precious twin daughters, those stupid blond whores. One we sold to a bunch of mean sadistic gang members and they beat and torture her daily. We have a live stream to watch it all. The other we torture and fuck, just last night we ended it though. we poured gasoline on her and filled her pussy full of fire works…. I guess she just couldn’t handle the heat. I laughed and sucked my step daddy’s cock as she screamed in agony and rode his fat cock. we hailed Satan and decided to put an end to that handicapped bitch mother of mine. I turned the water heater all the way up and threw her into the shower. We cooked her alive and painted pentagrams on the bathroom wall and fucked each other sealing our satanic bond with each other. I told him we should have blasphemy sex at the church my mother loved and desecrate that space. It was so sexy. I just love being an evil satanic slut.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Get Out Of Hand With This Gothic Teen Psychopath!
Murder phone sex fantasies always gets my psychopathic murder pussy off. Last night I had a wild fantasy while i was walking. In imagined that I called up some of my crazy satanic friends and we broke into a Christian families house and tied them up. I cut up their youngest daughter and said she was the first sacrifice to our satanic cult as I painted satanic symbols all over the walls and on their foreheads. I told them their perfect blond catholic daughters would be whores for the devil and all of them would be going to hell.
I laughed as I began cutting their clothes off and showing my big male friends their pretty flat chests and their bald virgin pussies. they tore into their little cunts with their fat demon cocks and began using them like fuck dolls as their parents helplessly watched. I laughed manically as i took the dads small cock out and began giving him a blow job and when he was nice and hard i bit his small cock off with my teeth. he screamed as i slit his throat and his blood sprayed me in the face. I made is wife eat his corpse and the bodies of her daughters before I sent her to my cabin. I had special plans for that dumb bitch. My Murder phone sex fantasies were getting even darker and I loved it. I would need to go out on a hunt soon.
Blasphemy Sex in God’s House After Sunday School
Growing up, My Parents were very religious. Church every Sunday, and again every Wednesday night. As I’ve grown up, I’ve now got My Own Beliefs. I just don’t feel guilty by being turned on by Blasphemy sex. It’s naughty, it’s taboo, and it’s fucking hot.I needed to get fucked, and the only way I could see Aaron was by attending church. Let me tell you what fucking happened.
Yesterday, I went to church with this guy I’ve been seeing. His parents make him go to church every Sunday Like mine used too. So He invited me, and I even Dressed up really nice, Nice for me means my ass isn’t hanging All the way out of my skirt.. My Dress was rather low cut, and I wore a push up bra so my tits set kind of high.
When I got there I noticed all the women wore No make-up, long sleeves and long skirts. I am the only slut in here, was my first thought. I Just knew it was one of those crazy, holy roller, snake handling churches. Then, I heard them calling me a whore. Whispering That I was a Slut. Judging me. Expected.
It really pissed me off. But, It didn’t stop there .
Sunday School was boring a fuck, But I Did notice all the teenage boys staring at me. I mean, Im a teen too, But the youth group boys acted like they had never seen a girl in their life. I teased them, sucking on a blow pop the youth Pastor Gave me. I Thanked him, by spreading my legs wide, revealing I wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled, and I winked. Aarons cute, but he is fucking stupid and oblivious. My Cherry red lips, Licking that sucker was making their cocks stick up. I just wanted to show them what sins of the flesh really were. How good it would feel to give in to your sex.
Instead Of Learning about Noah’s Ark, I was wanting to show how they could take me, 2 by 2.
We sat in the front row, so the preacher was looming over us as he did his sermon. He stared at me, narrowing his eyes while he talked about Jezebelles. So, I undid another button on my dress, really making my tits pop out, and licked my Lips while staring at The Man of God giving us the good word. I made him stumble reading the scriptures, and that made me giggle.. I teased Aaron, rubbing his thigh. His mother did not approve.
Bored as fuck, my mind wandered. This church had those kneeling benches and all I could think about was How I could give Aaron the best fucking blow job on one of those. He could sit right on the fucking altar, and I could suck his cock perfectly. I could worship his dick, Like he was a God.
God Of The Flesh
Then, my mind wandered to sodomy. You know these church pews are the perfect height, for being bent over, and getting fucked in the ass. When I said that to Aaron, he burst out laughing. The pastor shot us a mean look. All I could think about was seducing him, he looked like an up tight mother fucker that needed to blow his load, maybe it would make him a little nicer.
I plan to go back, but next time. I’m going to seduce the Preacher.
Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun
Knife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.
I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.
This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.
Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.
Some Cunts Just Need to Die
I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.
I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.
You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me
When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.
Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.
Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation
Cut That Little Blonde Bitch Up
Killer phone sex always makes my murder slut pussy so wet. I love grabbing those sweet blonde barbie bitches and taking them to my little cabin in the woods. My little sisters best friend was the last one. She had long blond hair a flat chest with pink perky nipples and a soft bald little pussy. I still get off at night thinking about what I did to her body. I loved how her sweet tears tasted and how easily I cut her open.
Her sweet blood painted my fingers red as I spread open her new little holes. I told her she would be my next topic on killer phone sex. How so many sick and twisted fucks would love to hear how i tortured her little body and cannibalized her corpse. I can still taste rotting meat on my tongue along with the sweet metallic taste of blood. My pussy gushed from the taste alone. I didn’t even have to touch my pulsing psycho cunt hole. I french kissed her severed skull and looked through social media searching for the next barbie bitch that would entertain me and all my friends on the dark web. This was the only thing that got my evil pussy off.
Gothic phone sex, let’s me connect to spectral lust
Gothic phone sex, here in the cemetery, is the perfect setting for us. It’s a communion, a bizarre symphony where pleasure and pain intertwine in the night. But I’m not the one stroking you—it’s her. The ghost, the last snuff victim, my Daddy Master. Her lust was undiminished by death, and I need some pleasure too. She’s fucking your mind, making your cock throb with a desire that’s both spectral and sinfully real, all to my satisfaction.
It’s not often that I get to enjoy anything; I am told what to do, and I do it, but now and again, I get to enjoy the sensual experiences of those who have passed on. The moon casts a gothic glow through the weeds and tombstones, as we fuck among the graves. I imagine that this was a ritual that’s as old as the spirits themselves.
Ghostly Fantasy phone sex becomes our medium, a bridge connecting the living to the restless dead. This orgasm isn’t just a release; it’s a celebration of sensual blasphemy, a sacred defilement. Fuck it feels so good when those ghostly fingers work up and down on my body and then start to jerk you off. It’s crazy to be stroked off by a ghost and a snuff slave, but it does feel amazing,
Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too, But Mine Make You My Bitch
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for me? I’m here to warn you that you best not explore those fantasies. No man who ever tries to fuck me against my will lives to see the next day. Let this serve as a cautionary tale of what happens when you try to flip the script. I am dominant. And that means I am not your bitch. But you can be mine.
Ernie hired me for a job. And I told him he could be my accomplice or my victim, but I would never be his victim. And he acted like he understood. Plus, he said he didn’t want to do anything to me anyway. But he likes Goth girls. He wanted my help kidnapping, force fucking, and maybe even killing a Goth babe. I don’t have many rules in my life. But I do have a couple. One, I’m not your victim. Two, I don’t assist with anything involving a fellow Goth girl.
But he lied to me. The guy did not appear too bright. He paid me for the job, which was to kidnap, torture, and kill a hot teen slut. I’m not a teenager anymore. He knew my rules before he paid me. I always require the money upfront in case they try to flip the script. Ernie had a death wish. He fucked with the wrong woman. And now he’s dead.
Men Think with Their Dicks and That Gets Them Dead Around Me
But I made him my ass rape porn star before I put him out of my misery. No guy fucks me against my will. I’m stronger than I look. But mostly I’m just smarter than any man because I don’t think with my dick. The moment I could tell he intended to make me his victim, I pulled out a huge knife, scared the shit out of him and tied him to his bed. In my bag of tricks, my assassination bag I guess you could call it, I keep a huge dildo with shards of glass glued to it. So, when I fucked him in the ass, he bled worse than a stabbing victim.
You should’ve heard him scream like a bitch. Music to my ears. Can’t come for me without consequences and the only consequence for coming after me is death, but with a lot of torture first. This loser really thought he could overpower me. But once that torturous dildo entered his ass, I think he understood who was in charge. I just enjoy pegging a man’s ass who deserves it. And for some I ruin their asses. Ernie learned a valuable lesson the hard way.
Torture Serves as Foreplay to Me
I fucked his ass with my malicious dildo so long and so hard that I prolapsed his ass and shredded it. His ass now looked like raw hamburger meat. He turned out to be such a wuss too. He passed out several times. But I revived him. You need to feel torture. Nobody sleeps through my torture.
Sometimes I felt like I could fuck him like this forever, but I knew I had to put him out of my misery. Men like that, I can’t trust. And they’ll just continue to try to abuse women who aren’t nearly as strong as me. So, eventually, I slit his throat. And I kept fucking him until he bled out. Dumb ass deserved death.
Never feel sorry for a loser like Ernie. He won’t try to force fuck a Goth taboo phone sex bitch again. Some men just seem so stupid. I wonder how they remember to breathe.