Category: Goth teen phone sex

Training The Next Generation of Goth Teen Phone Sex Bitches

goth teen phone sexDo you like goth teen phone sex girls? I am no longer a teen, but I am always training the next me. I was a young Goth girl when I started having dark fantasies. My grandpa was my mentor. He saw in me what someone saw in him many decades before. Dark instincts need to be cultivated he told me, not squashed. I am a killing machine now. And I have never been questioned by the police. I am skilled in DNA destruction like Dexter Morgan. I never leave a body, nor do I hunt where I sleep thanks to the tutelage of my sadistic grandpa. Amy is under my wing now. She is a young girl with violent impulses just like me. I had to intervene and help her grow. If you have these instincts, you need a code so you can explore them while avoiding detection by law enforcement. I met Amy by chance. She had just murdered a school bully impulsively when I happened upon the murder scene. She thought she was dead in the water. That was her lucky day. That was Satan’s intervention. The dark lord put me in her path to help her, guide her, protect her raw talent. I have been honing her skills ever since. She cannot drive yet, but she can kill. She makes a perfect accomplice phone sex partner. She is school age herself, so she can lure little mean girls to their death. She targets surrogates for girls at her school, because an unbreakable rule is not to kill where you sleep. You can have no connection to the victim, or you come under investigation for the crime. She brings them to me, and I help her kill them. I help her destroy the little sluts. It is therapeutic for her. She has the urges and rage like many young girls. She can end up on death row before she can legally drink, or I can mentor her, hone her craft and turn her into an evil snuff porn queen like me. I can train your little bitch too.

I Swear I’m A Normal Teen Slut

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I know why you love teen phone sex.  You love the way a young girl sounds as you force your way into all of her tight, pink cum caverns.  The way she squeals with delight as you make every inch of her insides tingle, right?  Yeah sure, that’s exactly what it’s like when you’re on the line with me.  You just keep telling yourself that I’m the sexy, vapid teen you want to work your fuckstick over and fill with your sex slime.  That’s just the mentality I need to make sure that I have some fun, too.

You think I’m being cryptic and weird? Don’t worry, you don’t need to pay attention to that nagging feeling in your gut telling you that something is off.  No, those aren’t blood stains on the floor, I just spilled some Kool-Aid.  Everywhere.  I’m a hot teen slut only good for taking your cock cream wherever you want to shoot it, we both know that.  My age shows that I’m inexperienced and need to be shown what a real man is like, huh?  That’s right, I’m just as innocent as the next little cock hungry whore and there’s absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about me.  I only carry this straight razor around for protection, I promise I’ve never even had to use it.

Now, just kick back and relax and look at my pretty face while I stroke your super strong, extra large man meat.  It’s so big, I’ve never had anything that enormous inside of me before.  That’s what you want to hear, right?  Yeah, I know it is.  Don’t you worry about a thing.  I’ll make you feel good forever, Daddy.  Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever…

 

Snuff Sex Makes Me Wet

snuff sexSnuff sex makes my pussy wet. Does it get your cock hard? I will watch snuff flicks I made, but I like to watch the work other sadistic filmmakers too. I have this guy friend who makes my favorite kind. Maybe you have seen some of his flicks. They always star a stupid cunt being tortured and killed. These are young little sluts. Like jailbait and barely legally little girls next door, daddy’s girls and princesses. There is always torture and fucking before the killing. I love watching schoolgirls get slaughtered and defiled. It is just so fucking hot. I had my first kill when I was no older than some of the girls this guy snuffs on film.  I killed a fellow schoolgirl.  So, my first victim was my age and the age of my friend’s snuff porn stars. I was impulsive during my first kill.  I used a knife and stabbed her in the stomach over 20 times. I made it look like a random sex crime. I tied her up, sodomized her with some kitchen instrument and carved whore in her chest. The case was never solved. I was never a suspect even though I was the one that found the body. She was a school friend. Well, not friend. She was a little cunt that made my life hell. We were paired together for a school project, and I had gone to her house to work. No parentals were home.  She said something that pissed me off, and I pulled out my knife from my backpack and stabbed her in her kitchen. I put the bloodied knife back in my backpack and called 911 about 30 minutes later after I staged the scene. I was so young, the cops never asked me many questions. They never searched my backpack. My prints in the kitchen were explained easily. No one suspected I was a bad seed. I think because my first kill was a schoolgirl it has shaped what I like to kill now. You have a schoolgirl in mind for our taboo phone sex call?

Castration Phone Sex is Fun for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex? I hope you say yes, but guess what? I do not care if a guy wants his dick cut off or not. Many of my castrations have been done for a fee. Some loser knows he has a worthless cock and wants it gone. Or maybe he just wants to be a sissy and wants his balls removed. I will castrate anyone who pays. I castrate quite a few who do not pay or even request a ball removal too. Men are living in the dark ages still. If I say get away from me mother fucker or leave me alone loser, I mean it. I am not playing hard to get. I am not the kind of woman you piss off. Because I just assume kill you then let you harass me. Mike was the latest recipient of my free ball removal service last night. We met at music venue. I was alone and wanted to be left alone to enjoy the music. This solo guy was all up in my space trying to dance with him. If I wanted him to bump and grind on me, I would have let him know. It was a seedy little club. The show was a sausage fest, but one less sausage at the end of the night. I had a knife strapped to my leg. When he pulled out his cock, he thought I was going to go down on him in a club, I knew I had to cut it off. This was not ball removal. This was cock removal. The tool needed no instrument. While I was on my knees, I pulled out my knife and sliced off his cock and squirmed my way out of the crowd to avoid detection. I think it took him a few minutes to realize what had happened. I left the show early but that was only, so I did not get arrested. No fucking dickless wonder was sending me to jail.

Fantasy Fuck Butt Boglins

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My angelic face and perfect body might make me most men’s fantasy fuck, but my demonic mind and corrupted soul definitely make me everyone’s nightmare.  You might survive a harrowing trip through my sadistic world of sex and violence, but you’ll never, ever forget the joyful pain and bloody torture I inflict upon you.  Scars come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and aren’t limited to only your skin.

I love to get off, I am human.  But my twisted carnal desires have a way of taking shape and coming to life in the most fucked up fashion you could imagine.  At first I thought I was seeing things, my House of Horrors has a real weird way about it and visions of messed up, slimy little filth monsters seemed to just be a part of the deal.  The night I woke up screaming from a rape filled nightmare and found one of those ghoulish freaks buried halfway in my cunt grunting and staring at me with those dead freakish eyes, I knew they weren’t just figments of my messed up imagination.

It took a few weeks but through hours of salacious study, the best I could figure is that these grisly cum guzzling butt boglins are physical manifestations of my most craven desires.  The more disturbing the fantasy was, the more horrific the beasts got, the more my holes got stretched and tunneled into.  I couldn’t get away from them, either.  They didn’t just stay in the house when I left to stalk some jizz junky prey or sniff out some sweet virgin poon, they fucking followed me everywhere I went popping up at the most inopportune moments.  Do you know how hard it is to be stealthy when you’re constantly shooing off a group of horny little ghoulies?  It’s impossible!

I’m not an idiot, though.  Of course I figured out how to get rid of them and push my nightmare off onto someone else.  It’s not that hard, I just have to practice a bit of control.  To rid myself of my rotten manifestations all I have to do is lure a lust filled lover into my big haunted house, fuck their brains out (metaphorically) and then just let them live and go on their merry way.  The fiendish little living diseases simply follow them out the door.  They might not notice at first, but eventually every one of my living lovers start getting harassed and violated by those horny, otherworldly creations of mine.

Sometimes my bloodlust gets the best of me and, even when I plan on giving them a life pass, I accidentally go to far and miss the chance to pass my sputtering and spewing sentient STD’s off to a simpering fuck sow.  It’s all good, I just find another pussy pounding piggy and show a bit more restraint.  It’s easier once I’ve already snuffed the life out of some other strange lover.

I don’t know why these boglins started appearing, my house is fucking crazy and does what it wants.  Now that I know how to make them go away, though, I like to build up a whole gang of the little fuck fantasy gash ghoulies before I give them to an unsuspecting sex fiend.  I guarantee they’ll make his life much harder than they made mine.  Probably his cock, too.  

 

Sex with Dead Bodies is the Way I Roll

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Sex with dead bodies is the way I roll. I am not the most sexual woman in the world. Men need to learn that all I want from them is a stiff cock. I do not want to spoon. I do not care about their day. I do not want to date. I do not want to be called baby or honey. And I am not a submissive whore they can dominate. And I am not a dumb bimbo who believes any line they dish out. I learned when I was 19 that it was just easier to kill a man with an erection and use his dead cock when it was still warm and hard. It is the best solution for a woman like me. Dead men do not spoon. Dead men tell no lies. Dead men do not dominate women. Dead men do not talk. And dead men do not cum. I cum. That is all that matters. No mess. My first lover I killed was by accident. I met this guy at a Goth bar. He was handsome and cool. I had a fake ID saying I was 22. I had killed before, but I was still perfecting my craft and I had not yet killed a man I wanted to fuck. We were in my bedroom, and he switched personalities. He was suddenly aggressive and demeaning. I grabbed some scissors by my bed and stabbed him in the jugular vein. His dick was hard, and it stayed hard even as he was dying. Bloody phone sex does not scare me. Neither does the sight of blood. I took advantage of his dead cock and had the best orgasm of my life. I am not digging up corpses and fucking them, but a fresh cadaver with a stiff dick is all I need to get off. So, men, I do not need you alive to get what I want or need. Never forget that.

Snuff Porn and Chill

snuff pornWanna watch snuff porn and chill? It is my Netflix and chill night. I do not watch sappy romance movies or chick flicks. Snuff or horror movies. Only things I watch. I had a guy over last night for a snuff and chill date. It was not what he expected, however. You see, he thought he was going to fuck me. I knew that was never happening because I lured him to my place to kill him. Oh, and castrate him too. The who is this Goth stalker loser. He is obsessed with Goth chicks. He still thinks no means yes. No never meant yes, losers. His persistence will get him killed. When I go to the Goth bar. I want to drink in solitude. I do not need some loser mainstream guy hitting on me to get his freak on. For weeks, this loser stalked me and persisted to the point I decided to end him. Now of course, he thought he just wore me down and I caved. His archaic thinking about women needed to stop. He needed to stop. Stop breathing. So, I played his cat and mouse game, but I won. I always win. I spiked his beer with Rohypnol, and he was out like a light. I wanted him awake for the torture sex of his genitals. But he was a light weight and passed out. I only put a few drops in too. Pussy. I did tie him up. He was bound and gagged when he woke up, but he was missing his cock and balls. Every man’s nightmare, right? I filmed it for him. I wanted him to see me carving his cock and balls off his body. When I took the soldering pen to the spot where his nut sack used to be to stop the bleeding he woke up. I did not kill him right away. In fact, he is still in my kill shack. I want him to suffer in pain and fear before I kill him. He is a predator. I will end him like I do other predators, but he will fill the pain and fear for a bit longer.

 

Snuff Porn Friday Night

snuff pornSnuff porn is what I need to get off. When I cannot get off watching it, I make it. It was Friday night which meant lots of coeds running around drunk. I wanted something younger though, so I crashed this underground rave. I can look younger than I am. No make-up, trendier clothes and blonde hair and I blend in with teenagers. The bonus is no one can pick me out of a line-up when I go back to looking like my Goth self. I can be a chameleon when I need to be. I found my victim easily. This blonde popular girl who just looked like she represented everything I hate. She appeared to be an entitled, popular, mean girl. I observed her for hours bullying girls at the rave. I followed her home. I was not going to go in her house. My plan was just to check out things, devise a plan to get her alone and kill her. But she was clearly home alone. No other cars. No one to greet her at the door. Modest home. She was not as rich as she acted. Her designer clothes came from somewhere, but my guess from the house was not her parents. Sugar baby maybe. Thief possibly. Or she gets them second hand. She was a poser. I was going to enjoy killing her more. I broke into the house. I am stealth. I checked every room. She was home alone. I acted quickly, because I did not know if she would be home alone long. It was textbook home invasion phone sex gone wrong. I staged it like a robbery / assault. I know how to make it look like a man force fucked a girl then killed her. Something that I do not share often is that I always have some thawed out sperm from some loser I can plant. Kill two birds with one stone. Kill a hot teen slut and send away some pathetic loser or complete tool. I massacred her. She was passed out when I stabbed her. No fight. I like a fight, but I had to get in and out quickly in case a parental came home. It was a violent death and a quick one sadly, but one less whore in the world now. Her friends will all be secretly glad she was murdered.

Birth Of A Legend

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My transformation from a born victim to a self made serial killer didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t just some goth teen who decided she wanted to take the extra step and live up to her fabricated persona, I was a tortured young one who was fed up with the unending onslaught of abuse my fragile form was forced to endure.  So I transformed myself into an unyielding creature of the night with a merciless mind and a hungry body.  I’m not just talking about hair dye and a new wardrobe with an attitude to match.  I reconstructed my very being to make certain that I would never be hurt again.

Let me paint a picture for you…  One cold night in late fall, a frail and frightened little girl awoke in her broken down shed of a prison just like she did every night, shackled to an old army cot coated in a thick crust of dried blood and cum with a random cock forcefully fucking the dreams out of her head and bringing her to full, nightmarish consciousness.  Only this night it wasn’t her father or any of his sleazebag friends violating her already torn and swollen vagina with their fucked up torture sex games, it was her little brother.  He had finally built up the balls to take her on his own without Pop there to supervise.  She tried to stop him but he slapped her and said “Shut up, Heather!” as he sharply pushed himself inside of her deeper and harder.

When his arrogance got the best of him he unstrapped her and positioned her on her hands and knees, then held onto her head and started choking her with his cock.  He loved to hear her gag and wasn’t going to dislodge his dick from her windpipe until he was finished, and that’s when she decided to act.  With a simple chomp, Heather bit her brother’s boner right off and started chewing on it.  He recoiled in pain as she smiled at him, gnashing his wrecked rod between her teeth and telling him how good it tasted.  With a well placed stomp to the face he was out, a few more to the head and Heather’s brother ended his life with a crushed skull and a missing prick.

She threw a few things into a bag and quickly made her way out of the shed and into the woods.  Heather ran like she had never run before, not stopping until her legs gave out from underneath her.  The little girl pulled the only arsenal she had out of her bag, some salt, a few candles and her grimoire.  As she lit the torches and drew a pentagram on the ground beneath her with the salt, she recited what she thought was a protection spell.  It may have been, but the type of protection she received changed her forever.  Protection by way of transmogrification.

As she knelt on the ground chanting, something from the forest entered her.  Something dark, sinister and safe.  She emerged from those woods a new woman.  Heather was long gone and so were every one of her weaknesses.  All that remained in that “goth teen” was Willow and her sadistic strength.

 

Tenderly Twisted Teen

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Yeah, I know I’m a brutal bitch who gets off on some crazy ass shit, but I’m also a horny teen and, once in a blue moon, I desire a more delicate type of fuckfest with a fairly normal freak.  My lifestyle is hectic, high energy and super stressful so sometimes I toss the torture and blood stained bodies and go for a goreless round of good old fashioned fucking. 

Luckily, when you look like me, there is no shortage of shit sniffing shafts-with-legs out there champing at the bit for a chance to get into my pants.  The hardest part is picking a guy that I won’t just end up killing when we’re done, anyway.  Most “men” aren’t worth the breath in their lungs so I have to be choosy if I’m going to have a good time and not worry about having to hide a body before morning.

The guy who runs the tattoo salon is alright, we’ve hooked up a couple of times now.  He doesn’t talk much, which is fucking great, and his cock is the absolute perfect size for my tiny little pussy.  He stretches me out nice and slowly, taps my cervix with his dick tip without bruising it, that type of shit.  Perfect.

I like to take it easy sometimes.  Everyone needs a little bit of tenderness in their lives, no matter how dark and depraved their existence might be.  Plus, cum is way easier to clean up than blood.