Category: Goth teen phone sex

2 Girl Phone Sex Brining A Fuck Toy Back For BFFs Man

2 girl phone sex2 girl phone sex bringing a slutty fuck toy home for my  girls man was one fun night! I helped my best friend bring a play toy from the local park because we both love watching guys cum all over young bodies. We saw this hot guy at the park and knew he’d be perfect for our little game. So, we went up to him and started flirting like crazy girls do – giggling, batting eyelashes, you know how it goes! He was into us so much that he agreed without any hesitation when we suggested going back home with him where there would be more privacy for some fun times ahead… And by “fun times,” of course I meant letting me take control while she assisted or watched happily beside me as her naughty sidekick 😈

Once in his place though (which wasn’t too far away), things got even better than expectednot only did he have an impressive cock ready but also plenty of lube which made everything easier on everyone involved – especially since getting messier equals more excitement according to our twisted minds! After lubing up myself generously enough using both hands simultaneously (because who needs just one hand? Not this girl!) ,I mounted onto his hardness slowly yet steadily until finally impaling myself completely upon entry . The sensation sent shivers down my spine; it felt amazing being filled up like that again after such a long time apart due perhaps partly thanks go towards practicing regularly during previous encounters involving similar activities… Or maybe its just natural talent? Who knows really.. All i cared about then was riding those waves of pleasure generated within ourselves collectively under circumstances quite unique indeed!

Violent phone sex with an evil little bitch

Violent phone sex with a little bitch like me can get wild. I mean look at this face does it look like I give a good fuck!? The sound a stupid cunt whimpering for her life makes my little pussy drip. I’m that ride or die accomplice that loves nothing more than tying up a worthless whore and watching her holes get rage fucked. I mean the kind of rage fucking that has her barely breathing and clinging onto her dear life. As I whisper in her ear that it’s lights out soon her body trembles, and your cock feels every ripple of fear that floods her stupid body making you want fill her cunt. I hold that cold blade to her nipples dragging it back and forth as you plow her. Stretch that little bitch wide open. I want to be able to stick my fist in that cunt by the time you’re done!violent phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Uncle Crispy and his crooked cock tearing my tootsie apart

Ass rape porn

Evil uncle Crispy and his crooked hooked cock was one of a kind. He was a twisted fuck who only got off on pain, rape fantasies, torture and snuff. I was his submissive sexual slave before I was barely legal. Helped open my eyes and my tight little wet pussy to love brutality myself. After school every day my little petite body was his stomping ground. “Cum babysit Belle, she needs to learn her lesson” my mom would tell him. She could careless if I made it out alive or not, it was meant to be torture training to be the perfect teenie tiny pussy slave, learning to love and crave the pain.

I was a naughty little girl. Wearing little skirts with cut off t’s. Uncle Crispy called me a “little whore”. “Now get on my lap and bend the fuck over”.  My little body hanging over his big knees he’s slap my ass and stick his fingers straight up my little bunghole. “Scream like a cunt bitch” he demanded. I was sweating, jolting and jerking, the pain of my ass getting reared sent sensations up my back. I didn’t want him to stop. He’d rip off my little school uniform and shove my panties to the side. His big girthy wet cock head swirling around my asshole before he gaped me wide open. Thrusting and smashing me till I was screaming for mercy. “Oh yeah? you like that?”

Uncle Crispy loved giving me pain. Thrusting his dirty fingers up my oozing snatch while his cock filled my bunghole. Daddy and mommy watching on as he banged my baby cooter raw red. “I’m not done till your bleeding”. Creamy bloody cum running down my legs covering my little uniform, he’d scoop some up just to give it a taste.

My swollen baby bell leaking with fear, oozing all over his massive shaft, every push and pull tore my insides. Fecal bloody spooge running down my skinny legs like a slow drip, turning that incestual uncle Crispy creep on even more. He was a sick man with a plan to keep my on my knees for the rest of my life, making sure I’d begin to enjoy being tortured, abused and violated, creating that sexual urge and desire for my master to do me the same.

Ass rape porn with a goth teen

Ass rape porn with a goth teen. I really couldn’t stand this one bitch that I went to school with. The cute little cheerleader type. I remember how badly I wanted to choke that bitch out. It was the perfect opportunity when my boyfriend and I ran across her at the store. She acted all nicey nice like she was my best friend back in school. That was my perfect opportunity, and I played into the whole act and invited her back to our place and the stupid bitch fell for it. We had a drink and of course I spiked that cunts drink but only enough to keep her from putting up a huge fight. She struggled a little which was perfect because that’s what makes my boyfriends cock hard and my pussy drip. I came up behind her and grabbed her by the head of the hair and threw her dumb little body to the ground. I quickly reminded her of school as I ripped her clothes off her. My boyfriend’s cock was raging for her asshole and I was going to give it to me. She tried flopping around, so I sat on top of that stupid little bitch, flipped on her stomach I grab her ass cheeks and tell my boyfriend to go deep in this cunts shit box. She screamed out so loud when he drove his cock into her asshole. Hearing her scream and cry in pain made my pussy so fucking wet. I could see her asshole was choking his dick and he came so hard in her tight little ass filling her up. We fucked most of the night after that while we made her watch tied up. After we were done, I doped her up a little more and we threw her in the car and ditched the whore in an alley.ass rape porn

Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

Evil phone sex digs her a grave and makes us cum for Satan

Evil phone sex Evil phone sex, a haunting and alluring way to conjure the darkness. By giving in to devious desires, it grows the power of the blasphemous king!

Hail Satan with your cock buried in her!

Who would be the perfect victim? A girl younger than me is heading home from Sunday school. The unwilling puppet that she is, she will not see any mercy!

My training has made me a ruthless accomplice. I’ll rip her clothing off and shove a gag in her mouth.

There will be no escape from the knots tied around her wrists, and those legs will be splayed wide open for the Master’s cock. I’ll whip her until she is bleeding from head to toe.

Once soaked in blood, I’ll guide Master’s cock inside her little fuck hole. Each trust hails our Dark Lord. Master’s cock starts to grow, bigger and bigger.

A gift from Satan, a monstrous cock for the Master. When the Blasphemy sex hollows her out, I’m the lucky girl to slice her throat. Even the Dark Lord bestows me a gift, a youthful glow. Oh, we’re so lucky Satan allows us to worship him. I can’t wait to find another virgin to sacrifice.

 

 

 

Evil phone sex the smell of burning flesh makes my pussy drip

 

Evil phone sex with your favorite little goth princess is always a thrill! I have no limits when it comes to my pussy and the activities that make me wet! What can I say I am a dark evil little bitch! The sight of blood makes my pussy gush! Nothing more fun than having a little victim to torture! Branding has become a newfound pleasure of mine! Nothing better than hearing that sizzle and the smell of their flesh burning! This one cunt that I had tied up was really annoying the sit out of me with her whimpering. So, I gave her something to whimper about! I tied her up rolled her on her stomach then had my boyfriend spread her sorry little ass cheeks apart that’s when I took my branding rod and stuck it right on her little stink star. You should of heard her scream, it was way better than her pitiful little whimpering. As her mouth was wide open screaming out that’s when I told my boyfriend to shove his cock in her throat. He said it was the greatest feeling ever her throat contracting around his cock as she struggles to scream. My pussy was aching to torture her even more at that point!evil phone sex

Snuff Movies Makes You Super Horny For Tight Pussy Layla

Snuff MoviesI’m strapped down so tight I can’t feel my wrists anymore, just the cold bite of the leather against my skin. He’s standing over me in this dimly lit bedroom, deciding whether I’m going to be his next victim or his favorite toy. Watching snuff movies on the cracked TV in the corner seems to be the only thing keeping him from grabbing that knife on the nightstand, and honestly, I’m begging for that instead.

 I can see his eyes darting from the screen to my chest, my breath hitching every time his gaze lingers on my busty tits spilling out of this torn dress. He told me he was going to kill me, that I was just another body to dispose of, but then he saw how much I was shaking… not just from fear, but from a sick, twisted sort of anticipation.

He didn’t expect me to be so desperate. When he saw the bulge in his pants growing, he realized I wasn’t fighting the restraints anymore; I was arching into them. I looked him dead in the eye and gave him full permission to do whatever he wanted, as long as he stayed inside me. He crawled onto the bed, looming over me like a predator, his heavy weight pinning me into the mattress. 

I felt his hands, rough and calloused, bruising my thighs as he forced them apart to get to the real prize. My heart was hammering against my ribs, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating off him. The moment he entered my tight pussy, the air left my lungs in a sharp, jagged moan. It’s a different kind of survival here. I’m an innocent girl caught in a nightmare, but my body is a traitor that craves the friction.

 He’s not gentle… he doesn’t have to be. Every thrust is a reminder that I’m alive, that I’m his, and that he’s forgotten all about that knife. I’ve become his captive slut, a breathless mess of sweat and tears, pleading for him to fill me up until I can’t think about the world outside these four walls.

I don’t know if I’ll ever leave this room, or if he’ll change his mind again once he’s had his fill of me. But right now, with his hands around my throat and his cock buried deep, I’m exactly where I need to be to stay alive. I’m Layla… Your favorite busty tit slut, and I’m trapped in a house of shadows, serving a man who holds my life in his hands. Maybe if you’re like him, you’d want a turn at breaking what’s left of me.