Snuff phone sex is what you get with me. You do not have to be a brain surgeon to understand I am not your girlfriend, and I am not your bitch. Every fucking day though I encounter some fucking loser who calls me baby or mommy or any else such nonsense. I hate brats. I hate most men. I am not a weak woman who changes who she is for a buck or a man. I do not feel the need to be coupled up because I am still single in my 30s. No biological clock is ticking for me because I do not want any brats. I know this one guy from a Goth bar I go to often. He has been a staple there since I started going to this bar when I was 21. Maybe younger too. I have never hung out with him. He knows to leave me alone. The other night, however, he thought he would chat up this snuff porn maker. He did what mothers do to women. He started asking when I was going to get married and talking about how I will be too old to procreate. I would have shanked him right there if it was not a public setting. My grandpa trained me better than that. I spiked his drink then let him take me home. We went to my place. I am always prepared for some torture at my place. Since I never know what tool, I might meet or what annoying brat may piss me off, I have a dungeon for torture always ready to go. This Goth boy thought I was going to introduce him to my mommy. I killed her a decade ago. What a fucking delusional loser he was. I will never marry. And clearly, I will kill any man who thinks I should be some flower lost in her husband’s shadows. I had no real reason to explore my killer phone sex bitch with him, but I was in a mood and his comment pushed me over the edge. Now there is a dead Goth boy who is missing his cock. He had a Prince Albert piercing. I took his piercing out as a souvenir before I tossed his severed dick to the wolves with the rest of his body. Consider yourself warned. If I can kill one of my own, I can kill you too.
Category: Goth teen phone sex
My Gangbang Rape Porn Addiction!
I think it’s safe to say that my gangbang rape porn addiction turned me into a goth teen succubus! On the outside I was a lonely goth girl with no friends but on the inside I was a teen whore waiting to be fucked by Satan himself. My mind became a dark amusing place, I was obsessed with gangbang rape porn scenes and I couldn’t stop masturbating to them while screaming ‘hail Satan!’ as I came. I’d see a woman being brutally gang banged and I couldn’t help but soak my little emo panties. I wanted to be the girl being savaged but I also wanted to be the one doing the force fucking… I started fantasizing all the time about it. Finally, I made it happen after graduation; I let a bunch of guys I found on craigslist come to my house while my parents were away. They knew the only reason they were there was to make a filthy mess of my goth teen cunt by forcing me to be the star of my very own gangbang rape porn home video!
Break Up with yOur balls Goth Teen phone sex
He told this goth teen phone sex whore that he really can’t stand the power his balls and cock have over him. Well, If that is the case, It’s time to break up with your balls! Tell them that they no longer rule your life. You are an intelligent man with the drive and power to make things happen for you and your family.
But that cock of yours and the need to cum multiple times a day distracts you. It’s not good for such a go-getter like yourself to be attached to something that do you no good. You have already sired your two perfect angles and now it’s time to have a sexy teen whore take the garden sheers out and make them glow with the torch. A nice easy castration and cauterization at the same time!
Look I know I’m not stupid, my tats and piercings were a way for a young teen to try to look hard and older before I was okay with my little girl body I got stuck with. But now I proudly wear my skin art as a way of letting people know that I’m really into some hardcore shit. So if you bring me a limp dick and want to try to get your last cum load before the sheers close all the way that’s fine with me. I’ll Light my black candles and get some chicken blood ready as I prepare to ceremoniously separate you from the testicles that control you! I’ll do a big fat line and just snip, snip!
There will be a lot of pain just like any breakup, but you will find your mind is clear and your ambitions are in overdrive. Taking your balls is a pleasure for a goth little Castration phone sex whore like me! Plus I have a craving for rocky mountain oysters and your manhood will taste great!
Knife Play Phone Sex Includes Castration Play
Knife play phone sex anyone. I do not even own a gun. Honestly, I find a knife to be a better instrument of human destruction. Every victim of mine gets the knife. Maybe I just torture them with castration, or I kill them by evisceration. Either way, I am using a knife. I have thousands of knives. Many I inherited from my grandpa, my mentor. He taught me how to hunt my prey. He told me there is no valor or honor in killing with a gun. A gun requires no skill. It is mostly luck. I was a young teen girl when I helped him castrate a man. That was my first castration, and it filled me with a love for castration phone sex and knives. My grandpa did not kill this man. At the time, I wondered why. But I grew to appreciate his methods. Castrating a man is leaving him with a daily reminder of his sins. It is forcing him to live a celibate life. It takes the wind from his sails and leaves him unable to fuck or procreate. My grandpa’s victim was a P man. He was diddling little girls in the community. My grandpa caught him red handed too when he fucked my first cousin when she was itty bitty. He was a family friend, a pillar of our community. He would be a disgrace if it ever came out what he was doing behind closed doors. My grandpa could have killed him. Should have killed him for his crime was grave and personal. But grandpa told me you do not shit where you sleep. Torture sex, however, when you have something over your victim, is the next best thing. That was an important lesson for a future killer to learn. This man would not say anything about his forced castration because my grandpa had film of him fucking his young granddaughter. Leverage, my grandpa told me, is a powerful motivator for silence. That man never diddled another girl again and he never told the police that my grandpa and me castrated him. Be careful who knows your dirty secrets.
Knife Play Phone Sex for Easter is Bloody Fun
Knife play phone sex on Easter? I think religious holidays are the perfect hunting days. Little girls dressed in pretty, white dresses. Cute little Mary Jane shoes on. Ribbons or barrettes in their hair. Cotton panties. No bra because they have no tits yet. They look so innocent and cute, right? Imagine their blood all over that pretty white dress? I hope that gives you an erection, because it makes my cunt drip. I got in my car this morning and drove two hours away to nab a little slut in her Sunday best clothes. She even had on some white gloves. She was walking by herself carrying her Easter basket. I guess there was some Easter egg hunt nearby and she got lost. I told her I was with the church, and she got in my car. No stranger danger at all. Stupid cunt was going to get what she deserved. Death. I was solo on this one, but trust me, before I made her a snuff porn star. It would have been more fun with you. You could have fucked her little cunt and ass before I chopped her up. Nothing like virgin blood. I drove her to my kill shack. She never got scared until in my cabin and I tied her down. Took her a long time to realize I was a bad woman. Even with my Goth look, little girls do not have the same stranger danger for me that they do for men. I make a great accomplice for that reason. I just felt like killing a little angel on Easter. Clearly, I am not religious. I did hurl some blasphemous things to the little cunt as I stabbed her repeatedly. Her hot blood sprayed my body. Her screams were deafening, but unheard. We were in the middle of nowhere. Another dead cunt bled out. I am sure she will be missed, but not by me. Now, I am in a blasphemy phone sex mood. Should we destroy some cunts together?
Fantasy Phone sex is escapism into evil
Fantasy phone sex offers escapism for you and your cock. Why do you seek a demented young soul like me to get off with? Because you get to tap into a source of fucked-up ness that otherwise you would be denied. Your cock deserves some nasty little bitch that will let you soak in the blood of lost souls for a little bit. Or you could be my lost soul.
I don’t write enough about seducing men to meet their end. Men who need to be sliced up lengthwise by a werewolf cock summoned by a teen witch. But after I fuck you to death with the supernatural beast’s cock I might get hungry. I battle anorexia and could always use more protein in my diet! You know my favorite way to eat a hotdog is sliced up the middle and fried with mayo on a kings roll. So, a cock would have to be prepared the same way if I were to eat it. See, this is why you turn to me. An open book of evil. A Jezabel and Mortician by default. Let this teen whore take over you. My deepest darkest fantasies involve eating a cock and all kinds of Castration phone sex ~!
My Stalker Wanted Accomplice Phone Sex…
I remember having goth teen phone sex in college; I was addicted to torture sex so I was flirting with the idea of becoming a sadistic accomplice phone sex slut. I had many followers but I attracted a stalker not too long after embracing my dark side, I could feel him following me around but I never let on that I knew because I wanted to have some fun with him. I’m not the vulnerable victim type, I didn’t call for help or confront him, I simply let him follow me all over until he made a mistake. There he was in my apartment; I got the drop on him by coming home early; he had been tracking me for months so he knew I wasn’t supposed to be there but what he didn’t know was that I chose today to make him pay.
He was digging around in my panty drawer when I stepped out from by position pointing my hand gun at him. He looked truly mortified that I had discovered him, I asked him why he had been stalking me for months. His answer? He had done a call with me before and wanted me to be his real-life accomplice phone sex whore! He said wanted me to help him make gangbang rape porn with his cheating ex-girlfriend. Of all the things I expected from my stalker, that was a pleasant surprise. My cunt throbbed immediately at the idea of aiding this pervert in his revenge fantasy. My insatiable cunt demanded that I ride my stalker’s cock as I began to plan my first home invasion phone sex gangbang rape porn scene!
Goth Teen Phone Sex Accomplice Kills for Me and You
I have a new goth teen phone sex accomplice of sorts. A while back, a man hired me to kill this girl. Her name is Sara and she is a sick bitch. Reminds me of myself when I was that young. Her step daddy wanted her gone because he had been fucking her since she was much younger, and she was going to tell her mother. This guy was a tool. I wanted him dead at hello. But money is money. Once I saw Sara and heard her mouth off to her step daddy, I liked her spunk. I saw something in her. I took her step daddy’s money, but he was the one who died that night. I let Sara castrate and kill her perverted step daddy. Now, she is learning everything I know. I am training her to become a great accomplice phone sex partner.
Sara is as evil as I was as a teen girl. I told her I would kill for her. I already killed her stepdaddy and spared her life. She had another person on her hit list. I assumed it was her mother, but it was a schoolgirl. A bully and a bitch. My favorite kind of teen whore to kill. My first kill was a girl just like that. And I was younger than Sara. We planned it so she would have an alibi. I have no affiliation with the teen bitch making Sara’s life hell at school. No suspicion would fall on me. I lured the girl to the woods and killed her for Sara. I did not kill her quickly either. The bitch thought we were just getting high. She thought I was a drug dealer. Teen girls love party drugs. I sunk my knife into her belly. The look on her face was priceless. I slowly moved my knife up to her sternum. Her entrails fell out of her body on to my feet. The smell of her blood made my pussy wet.
I watched as the life left her eyes. I kissed her cheek as she died and told her that Sara sends her love. Then I laughed, pulled out my knife and watched her fall to the ground in a pile of her entrails. Sara can enjoy high school now. Her and I are bonded for life. She is my most excellent and young killer phone sex partner.
Killer Phone Sex is Killer with Me as Your Accomplice
Killer phone sex is killer with me. I hold nothing back. I am not filled with rage like you might think. I just like killing. I am a serial killer with no pattern. That is how I never get caught. Most of the time, I am getting rid of the body in a manner that it will never be found. Just another missing person… Sometimes, I am pissed off in the moment and that leads me to kill. Rarely, do I kill my victim right then, however. I am a planner. You have to plan to stay off the radar. I had a chance encounter with this Barbie bimbo at a bar last month. I have been stalking her since. Putting distance between us, so no one would make the connection. She came into a Steam Punk bar looking like Bimbo Barbie. She had on a skintight pink dress with matching pink heels. She was in the wrong bar. She made a stink though when she did not get served instantly. She also though a hissy fit when she could not charm any man in the bar to buy her a drink. I tried to tell her she was in the wrong place and she went after me. That’s when I decided she would star in my next snuff porn.
Just a vacuous blonde Barbie Doll who things her shit does not stink. I watched her for almost a month. She contributes nothing to this world, so I killed her. Snatched her up on the road as she was walking home by herself drunk. She was going back to her sorority house, but she never made it. I took her to my kill shack only you know about. She was pretty out of it. Not going to lie. I was disappointed that she might not feel the pain as much. I carved her up. I cut off her perky C cup boobs. I sliced off her cunt lips. I poured hot wax on her clit. I cut her flesh until she was covered in her own blood. I smeared her blood on her body so she could see how much better she looked. She was going into shock from the pain. I was just getting started with her. Torture sex is best when I can make the pain last. I ended up dismembering her body and feeding her to the wildlife. She will just be another missing coed who will never be found.
I am known for Evil phone sex but I am sadistic in real life
My best friend’s dad made a great pet.. He hit on me, so I totally took advantage of him! The fucking pervert thought it was okay to grope my tits in the pool.. As soon as I got the chance I had my way with him. I spent the night over her place.. I made sure to pack a whip, leash and a sexy garter set with my leather thigh high platform boots, to seduce him..
Around 4AM I went strutting in the darkness into his bedroom.. I whipped the chain leash across his body while he laid beneath nothing but thin sheets.. I heard the impact of the chain as it split his pale skin… He woke up to Snuff porn playing in the background and me holding a shock collar in my hand.. I whispered bitch get down, we can handle this the easy way or the hard way.. Of course, the fucking losers cock was rock hard..
He hadn’t even realized the pain he was going to endure.. He seemed a bit shocked, when seeing a girl on the flat screen behind me dangling from the ceiling fan, with bruises all over her body! I attached the shock collar very tightly to his neck and let him know if he even pleaded or in anyway screamed loudly, I would shock the fuck out of him.. I attached the leash and had him get down on his knees.. I hovered my pussy over his face and forced him to eat..
He gasped for air while I nearly suffocated him with my cunt! The fucker wanted a piece of my kitty so I gave it to him. He probably should have considered my kinks.. I am certain he had no idea what I was into.. Aside from the fact I dressed like an emo chick.. He probably thought I was just young and naïve.. Troubled and he was going to take advantage of me.. Well, he learned his fucking lesson didn’t he? He probably should have considered troubled means trouble!
I dug my fingernails into his cock and jacked him, scratching his dick and making his cock bloody. The more he silently cried the worse things got! I am not one to fuck with, the only way I am getting off is if we are having Torture sex.. He came so hard to the point he popped a vessel.. Not only was his dirty dick bleeding from the deep lacerations in his whimsy piece of meat, but his load was a mixture of blood and semen.
The only part of him that got a taste of my young cunt was that dirty mouth of his.. That he should consider keeping shut! I am far from a victim so always expect to be one or find one we can mistreat together! I can be your hot accomplice or your mistress in charge, but not for one second will I be belittling myself for a man. Call me up for the most creative evil phone sex you will ever have!