Category: Goth teen phone sex

Snuff Sex is What Men Get When They Break My Rules

snuff sexSnuff sex I consider the only sex. I do not make love to men. And I do not form attachments to them either. Men provide little use to me. But like most women, I do have sexual needs. But consider me a Praying Mantis of sorts. I will behead a lover for trying to get rough with me or attempting to cuddle or anything remotely romantic or mushy.

I do not date. But I do fuck sometimes. And I needed dick last night, so I got on Tinder. Callers talk about Tinder all the time as a great way to enjoy anonymous, discreet fucking. So, I did my thing. Swiped right on the first nice cock I saw and went to a no tell motel since he was married. He has a thing for Goth girls. The fucking was great and delivered just what I needed too.

However, after he came, he got all mushy and love dovey. Puke. After this third warning, I decided to introduce him to my snuff porn side. And I smothered him. Choked him too. All I did was tell him I was into erotic asphyxiation, and he gave up his power to me. He did not know who he just fucked. I kill most of my lovers because they cannot abide by my rules. What happened to men just wanting to fuck? Most men nowadays start planning our future after one cum. Fuck that shit.

Consider Me a Praying Mantis in Bed

I do not care how big your cock is or how big your wallet is either. Men exist to serve me. And once I have been served, I want nothing more to do with them. Nothing. But this dumb ass wanted to date and introduce me to his family. After one fuck? I mean sure, I am a good lay, but to plan our future after one cum means you are some love lorn puppy dog and I do not have the desire to deal with that level of bullshit. So, I killed him.

With his cock in my pussy, and my hands around his throat, he took his last breath as I came. Strangulation phone sex never felt so good. I am tiny, but I am mighty. I managed to take his life without a knife. Using only my bare hands, I killed him. Left his body in the no tell motel. When will men learn to listen to me?

Tortured Ecstasy: My Anonymous Kinky Adventure

Torture phone sex

Oh, yeah, torture sex. Now we’re talking about some real fun. Let me tell you about the time I got into some heavy kink with my anonymous fuck buddy. It was an online thing, and we’d been chatting for a while, trading kinky stories and pushing each other’s limits. He really knew how to make my panties wet with his twisted imagination.

One night, he suggested a live session, and I was beyond eager. When we met up, it was like an instant connection. He had this cocky smirk that told me he was used to being in control. We didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He threw me on the bed, and the show began.

It started with some good old ball busting. His fists were unexpected pleasure shocks on my vulnerably exposed balls. Then, he brought out the water torture. Water slamming into my body—it’s a sensation like no other. The pain is intense, but the pleasure? Oh, the pleasure is so filthy and indulgent.

He’d switch it up, going from scalding hot to icy cold, making sure my body was on edge, guessing his next move. All the while, he’d dig his fingers into my cunt, stretching and pulling my labia, making me squeal. He bit my ass cheeks, leaving marks that would bruise. I loved every second of it.

But he wanted more. I felt like his plaything as he bound me, keeping the ropes tight enough to leave marks. My legs were spread so wide I thought they’d break. And the fucking began. It was hard, rough, and unmatched. My body was on fire, the pain exquisite.

I came so hard I saw stars, begging for more even though my body was spent. Anonymous sex has its perks, and this was one hell of a story to tell.

Torture Sex of the Male Anatomy Brings Me Joy

torture sexAlthough I enjoy all sorts of torture sex, cock and ball torture remains my favorite. Sure, I am happy to mutilate a young cunt with you. We can dissect her like a frog and enjoy her pain. But there is just something about destroying a man’s junk that gives me pleasure. And for me to enjoy the CBT fun the most, you get to live. Live with the constant reminder that a bad ass Goth Chick ruined sex for you for eternity.

Let me tell you about Chuck. He’s a predator. He likes to prey on drunk Goth girls and Steampunk princesses. Not on my watch. When I get wind of a predator hitting the Goth bars in my state, I go to great measures to discover who and put an end to his reign of terror. I think that men prey on Goth chicks because they view us as lesser than some cute coed slut. And I cannot stand men like that.

Although it took a few days sitting in Goth bars pretending to be drunk, I found my predator. And I wanted to kill him. Really, I did. So, it took all my strength to spare his life. However, I did not spare his cock and balls. Castration phone sex junkies like me always mutilate the junk. To men I am a wicked butcher. The butcher of their junk. A sadistic Lorena Bobbit. And I never mind the comparison.

I am The Wicked Butcher of Your Junk

Once I had Charlie in my underground dungeon, and he saw all my torture devices, he realized I was the wicked butcher men talk about. Almost like I am some sort of folklore creature or a mythological beast. But I love men wondering if I am real or not. Chuck knows I am real now. And I have his cock and mutilated balls in a jar to prove it. I carved Predator on his cock first. And I basked in his pain and suffering. If he does not care about Goth chicks, we don’t care about him.

I chopped his dick off a little slice at a time and fed the bits to my dog. And while I chopped his cock like I was making a charcuterie board, I had a castration band around his worthless balls turning them black. Once you cut the flow of oxygen to the balls, they turn purple, shrivel up and eventually resemble deflated black tires. Even though I wanted to kill him, I spared him the snuff porn death he deserved. Instead, I left him with a constant reminder that he is no longer a man. But I doubt he ever really was a man.

Snuff sex with your favorite degenerate slut!

Snuff sexI had the nastiest thoughts about Snuff sex lastnight I just had to show off my body to see if I guy would budge. I was online surfing the web and tons of men are so interested in taking the last breath out of a stupid teen whore. Lots of men love to wrap their hands around a bitches throat or use a knife against their sweet soft skin as they slam their cock inside them. I was rubbing my cunt reading all the stories these men shared about their experiences with snuff whores. I wanted to be one so bad now!

I talked on the phone with this guy Jay; he was inlove with my puffy pink pussy and small tits. He was a perv for Rape phone sex fantasies so we had some fun for a while. I got him so turned on he needed to come over as soon as possible so we could dive into some fun. He asked me if this was really what I wanted and I said yes of course I do. There is no better way to go out in this world; a cock stuffed in my holes while I take my last breath? Fuck yes, that is what I want! I want to be the girl who passed as she was getting her ass hole force fucked by a nasty older pig man!

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because Dead Men Don’t Talk

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex, anyone? I find a man more appealing after I killed him. Why? Because dead men don’t talk.  And nothing ruins sex more for me than some dude calling me babe or honey. Or a guy who wants to spoon me afterwards. I am not your girlfriend. I do not require cock like most girls. So, do not confuse me for some horny bimbo. Since I find it more challenging to just fuck a guy lately, I changed my way of doing things.

Now, if I spot a guy I like, I kill him first. If I kill a man right as he gets an erection, his dick stays hard. And you can fuck for a good hour or so postmortem. An when rigor mortis sinks in, sex with dead bodies becomes more fun.  A dead dude’s cock gives me more pleasure than any cock could. Sorry fellows, but your dead dick is so hard that I can get off multiple times.

Dead Men Do Not Talk and That’s What I Want When Fucking: Silence

And last night’s dead dick got me off well too. Handsome man. Tall and all the signs of a big dick like big hands. He has a thing for Goth chicks, so I let him think I wanted to fuck. Although I did want to fuck, I did not want to talk, spoon, date, plan our futures or any of that stupid coupling stuff.

But I knew he could still give me pleasure after death. So, I went home with him. And while I rode him, I pulled out my big knife. And I slit his throat. He never saw it coming. As his blood spurted out his neck, it sprayed me. His blood became my lube. And I felt his cock twitch as he took his last breath.

As he died, I rode his dick harder. In the 20 or so minutes that I rode his dead dick, I realized I really do enjoy fucking dead men more. Some folks might think why not just ride a dildo if I do not want bedroom talk? But I am a sadistic phone sex bitch. Where is the fun in that. So, fuck me if you dare!

My Sadistic Brother’s Torment: A True Story

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The depraved scene that unfolded between me and my sadistic brother.  I was hornier than a two-dollar hooker. I stumbled into the den, buzzed from the bar, to catch my brother mid-wank—a lucky break.

I crawled towards him, lust clouding my judgment. He smirked, knowing what I wanted. We’d shared fantasy stories like this before, but never acted on them. This time, I wasn’t leaving without a taste.

He offered me a sadistic grin and gestured to the bed. I obeyed, my heart pounding with anticipation. He had a thing for kinky sex, and I was about to indulge him—and myself.

It started with dirty talk, him calling me a “fucking whore” and me begging for his cock. But it soon got physical. He manhandled me, spanking me raw and leaving welts on my ass. My moist cunt was dripping, eager for his touch.

He brought out the big guns, stuffing a red ball gag in my mouth and securing it with ropes. Then the water torture began—high-pressure hosepipes drenching my body, leaving me soaked and vulnerable.

My cunt was aching for attention, and he obliged by roughly fingering me. Digging. Pulverizing. While his face was buried in my ass, biting and leaving marks.

I came harder than I ever had, but he wasn’t done. He sliced the ropes, allowing me to wrap my legs around his body and grind my soaking cunt against him. I could feel his rock-hard cock against my thighs.

I took control, lifting my hips and forcing him inside me. The sensation of his thick member filling me sent me over the edge. He came hard, and I milked him dry.

This was just the tip of the iceberg—next time, things would get even more twisted.

Teen rape porn with hood sluts from the pool

Teen rape pornTeen rape porn with the strange man from the pool. I saw him watching the pool in the hood, his dick hard, trying to hide it under a towel. Tall, dark and easy on my eyes. I vowed not to let him and his fat bulge get away!

Little Miss pain, had already determined, he wanted to snatch up some of these young bad-girls and do awful things to them. Eagerly, I approached him and watched my friends.

Teen rape porn made by a sexy accomplice

“You know, a few of these whores are really bad and need to be punished,” I whispered as I lit a joint. My strange man’s eyes narrowed as he took the hit I passed him. “But how to get a couple of them alone, and have my way with them, they will never trust me,” he inquired.

Snuff movies are my endgame

“Well, I need someone with a nice Video set up, I have a client who likes cruelness and violence.”

“But Maybe that’s not for you though,” I said as I pretended to get up. Knowing full well his cock would be the center of attention he offered up a quiet studio downtown. With assurances that I could manipulate time and reality to get a couple of his favorite targets, and how I knew which girls had no home, He accepted my challenge. 

When the darkness fell, I let myself into the studio to set up. And as My accomplice walked in, I had a live one already dangling from the ceiling!  A thick rope around her wrists and a spreader bar between her ankles made for a great Visual.  “Lookie, I have two of the others you picked hog tied like the piggy slut fucks they are,” I laughed.  She was scared and trembling, her eyes wide with fear. I laughed even harder. “Now let’s see if you can handle the job I hired you for!” I do hope you are not squeamish because I am looking for a tall dark drink of water to direct some Snuff movies too! 

Blasphemy Phone Sex Fantasies From a Former Catholic School Girl

Blasphemy phone sexSo many memories being bent over daddy’s knee in my little Catholic School girl skirt and being punished for the blasphemy phone sex that day. I always could eye a closeted freak and Catholic schools are full them. I started realizing if I got in trouble with Sister Mary, she’d bring me to Father John for a confessional. I sensed the sexual chemistry between them and thought this was my chance.  Wearing no panties to school wasn’t a new thing but I noticed when I’d put a thick black marker up my cunt during class, sister Mary couldn’t stop watching.  I started giving her quite the show. She was the hottest nun by far, young and innocent.  First time she brought me to Father John and told him, he asked me to demonstrate. I told him the markers he had werent thick enough.  But noticed a banana on his desk. I grabbed that and laid on his floor with both of them watching eyes wide open. I started fucking my cunt with the bannana right on Father Johns floor.  I noticed he started playing with his cock and a shy Sister Mary took over her nun outfit wearing a simple hot sexy dress with you guessed it no panties. She got down sucking Father Johns Cock as I kept fucking my pussy with the thick banana.

They fucked for a good bit and then Father John looked at me and told me he wanted a young cum dumpster and would I take his cum. I told him only if he fucked me better than the bannana.  Sister Mary grabbed and pulled the banana out of my pussy and like the slutty nun she was, started sucking my cum off it.  She then put Father Johns bulging hard dick inside his little bad Catholic School girl.

Father John was a blessed man, a good 13 inches and thick.  I told him I thought priests liked little boys while he was pounding th shit out of cunt. He said he tried but their assholes were way too tight for his big dick so he was moving onto little slutty girls like myeself.  I told him I’d take his big cock anytime any day. In fact I probably fucked Father John and Sister Mary 2-3 times a day the rest of my time at that school. Father John would be late on Sundays a lot of time and come from me giving him head in his office.

Teen phone sex the tender bits are so good.

Teen phone sex

            Teen phone sex the tender bits are so good. You know what I am talking about. After all you like the squirt, you like the pop, there goes the weasel. When they are teens, the cunt is juicy and tight. Bald for all those horny young lads. To point out it draws attention to the cannibalistic nature is a point often overlooked.

            First things first are to find the right teen. Perhaps a Goth one. They are known for thinking they like the dark side of things. Never knowing until it is too late that they are caught in the spiders’ web and soon to be made a meal of. Wait until you have the calf muscle. Strength and purity. The appetizer to be sure is the cunt. To begin with the lips, parting them, slitting them, making them into butterfly chops.

            Now it is true that a teen is young, delicious morsel in more ways than one. Including fucking, sucking, fantasy rape, pain, torture, and by all means remember the Cannibalism phone sex is a delicious dessert for the teen when they have been used up. Waste not want not. Namely we are going to use her/him, abuse them, and finally finish them off with a great meal. Now, it’s important to remember to eat what you like first. This way you don’t fill up too quickly and have dessert.

Sadistic phone sex with a 3 holed fuck pig!

Sadistic phone sex All the guys who talk to me will tell you how great I am at some vile Sadistic phone sex. I can make any perversion come through for any guy that calls me for some fun. Their favorite stories to hear from me are usually when I tell them about Marissa using my body as her sex toy. I can hear all the men panting over the phone with me as I tell them how a big titted older woman fucks my ass hole with strap-on. They love hearing about a bitch abusing and violating another bitch. It makes their cock throb thinking about me whimpering as a dominant woman force fucks me.

It’s always the sexiest to see some Teen rape porn with a needy and inferior slut taking orders from a pervert girl. Most older women are nastier than some men I have been with. They get off on having control over the same gender because they have the power. An older woman loves power and control over a stupid little teen whore with a pretty set of holes waiting to be used by grown man cock. Marissa loves getting me worked up and prepared for her boyfriend to fuck me like a rag doll. 

You know you want to force fuck a teenage girl with the help of a mistress. So you should pick up that phone and call me. I am ready to eat a cunt while I get pumped full of seed. Maybe you are carving some Torture fucking with me and another girl here? We can all play together to drain those heavy balls baby. I cannot wait to make you bust a fat cum load all over my teen bitch face!