Category: Goth teen phone sex

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? If I am involved, it will be bloody. I am a violent bitch. I do not kill quickly. I do not kill neatly either. I like a massacre. I like pain and suffering. I did something I never do last night. No, not kill. Well, I did kill, but I always kill. I went to a concert. I interacted with humans. It was a Ghost show. They are a metal band from Sweden. Many proclaim them Satanists. I like them. I went with some Goth Friends. Some Uber religious folks like those Westboro Baptist church crazies were harassing us. They took issue with my appearance. They wanted a fight. Normally, I have restraint. I do not kill for revenge or because provoked. Last night I did, because this cunt followed me to my car telling me I was going to burn in hell. I told her I would see her there and stabbed her in the gut. I pushed her in my trunk. I could not leave her in the street. Someone would be looking for her. She was younger than me and part of of a crazy fanatic group. I went to my cabin in the woods. I was surprised she was still breathing when I arrived. She bled all over my trunk. This cunt was making me angry in more ways than one. I dragged her into my cabin. She was going to feel all my Rage. This little bitch was a mega hater and was just going to grow up hating on everyone and everything. The world does not need more intolerant cunts. So, I gutted her like a pig. I let her entrails fall on to my floor. Not the first time or the last. She died on my wooden floor. I fed her guts and limbs to the coyotes. I spent the next several hours cleaning up. Not the floors. No one knows where my kill shack is. The floors are permanently blood stained. I cleaned my car because I never kill impulsively. That snotty cunt had it coming though.

Taboo Phone Sex: Mutt Licking my Bald pussy

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Even having hot taboo phone sex with my latest conquest couldn’t please me today. My wet bald pussy needed something more! I had masturbated for five straight hours cumming and cumming over and over. But it wasn’t like a man’s touch, a real man’s cock inside me. I didn’t get my full release. You know that thick milky cum a pussy has when she really gets to orgasm hard! I swear I had used almost my whole hand to finger fuck myself. Listen I know it’s really bad but we had just rescued a mutt and I saw how he was licking the inside of his kong toy. He wanted the treat inside. So this naughty one got an idea! I grabbed some peanut butter and smothered it all over my bald pussy and even down inside my wet hole. I needed that furry friends tongue deep in me! I whistled and called him over with my legs spread! Oh it was magnificent the way he lapped with his big four legged mutt tongue deep inside me and all around my pussy lips. I almost screamed! I grabbed him by the scruff and showed him how deep that tasty peanut butter really was! I got my huge cum finally and will be doing this again!

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Her blood was splattered everywhere; the windows, the walls, dripping down my naked cunt. It was the lube I was using to fuck myself with – a huge dildo in my hand furiously pumping in and out of my cunt. I had slit her throat slowly with a pair of sewing scissors with no regard for the dull, rusty edge. She screamed as I sawed through her throat. She pleaded as she started to bleed right up until I pierced her trachea and she was just a whistle when she tried to speak. I could see the fear marinating in her eyes as I dipped my big dildo dong into her throat and got it into a bloody fucking mess before plunging all thirteen inches into my cunt. I bound her then, and watched her bleed out as I peeled skin from her face to snack on.

It’s the thrill of the hunt, of the kill that drives me. My cunt drips as my stomach growls, eager for the flesh of man. I’m a blood thirsty, lustful demon at my core and if you can’t keep up with me I suggest running in the opposite direction. Else wise, you might end up as my next fucking snack.

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Be The Devil Inside Of Me

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Have you been ruined by the rules of society and the Christian masses?  Did the normie’s infiltrate your brain and tell you to praise Jesus and go to church every Sunday?  Are you ready to be broken down and taken on a journey to the darkest most demented demonic place?  A place so dank and blasphemous that it reeks of filth and bile?

Welcome to my disgusting soul, where anything goes as long as it rebukes all that is holy and sacred to the pious populace.  No crosses, crucifixes or other false idols will offer you any protection from the depths of my devilish depravity.  But don’t worry, you’re going to fucking love it!

Ever have bloody butt sex on a church pew?  I know a quaint little sanctuary in need of some salacious activity and I can tell the preacher likes to watch.  I’ve been following him and his family for a while now.  He’s definitely the type who wants to see some dark deviants defile the sanctity of his rectory and house of worship.  We could just break into his little cottage and terrorize his whole dumb family.  

His prudish wife needs to be taught a lesson.  I’d like to milk your cock while the whole Christ loving clan watches until you shoot your load all over the pages of the bible, then make that bible beating bitch lick up every bit of it.  Doesn’t the thought of her being tied up and forced to suck jizz off of John 3:16 in front of her frightened family sound like just the most fun?  Then you can just take turns butt fucking all of us at your whim and whimsy until you are satisfied with your work.

I just want to see your eyes go black with lust and hear the beast behind your grunts as you fuck and backslide your way toward the dark side.  Then I’ll know the demon has it’s gnarled claws sunk deep into you, too.

 

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.

My Happy House Of Horrors

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Yesterday one of my demented accomplices asked me how I came into possession of my Gothic house of sexual horrors and depravity.  He had a wild look on his face as his eyes darted about, taking in the terrifying tableaux of demonic dolls and creepy crawlies that were seemingly seeping out of the woodwork.  The truth is this place is steeped in filth and my horde of possessed dollies are just a manifestation of all the foul events that have transpired here.

I was just a teenage runaway when I was deposited on the doorstep of this manor of murder, molestation and mayhem.  It was raining really hard and I had hitched a ride from some perv who said he’d take me anywhere I wanted for a little pussy.  It just so happens that my pussy is the littlest cunt around.  He had his way with me and I told him that I just wanted to go someplace dry so he brought me here, said it stays abandoned because anyone who lives in it ends up dead.  I told him “We all end up dead.” and walked inside to dry all of the rain and cum off of me.

Obviously, the house didn’t kill me.  The house loves me, loves who I am, I can feel it.  I turned out to be the perfect bait for it to trap all of the unsuspecting suckers it needs to survive.  I feed it and it keeps me safe.  People are afraid of this place and all of the tortured souls inside.  But the ghosts here don’t scare me, I scare them.

 

Broken Hearted Bitch

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One of my girlfriends fucked up recently and broke my poor little heart, so I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

I caught her trying to fuck the new boy I’d pinned my eyes own down at the campus. She knew damn well I wanted to snatch his sweet virginity (so I could sacrifice him, of course!) but when I caught her in the car, I was going to take a tooth for a tooth, if you know what I mean.

As I stood before her laughing, the blood pouring down my hands, down my wrists and up my arms, she screamed. I showed her the thing in my hand, her eyeball that I’d plucked from her pretty little head and turned into jelly by crushing it in my palm. “An eye for an eye, bitch.” I sniggered as she screamed.

I grabbed her car keys, the same one I’d caught her fucking my little boy toy in, and I stabbed them through her sternum and into her heart. I slowly used that dull key blade to painfully rip her chest open wide enough, and then used those keys to cut her heart from her chest. Her last breath, she stared at me. “Heart breaker, love taker, don’t you mess around with me.” I said as I bit into her still-beating heart!

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Skilled at Snuff Phone Sex

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Snuff phone sex is to die for with me. See what I did there. I may be a dark bitch, but I have a sense of humor. I enjoy life. I just enjoy it differently than most people. Where many girls my age live for social media and dating, I live for killing. I enjoy snuff. And not fantasies. The real thing. I have been killing since I was in high school. Once you get a taste for killing, you keep on killing. My first kill was orchestrated by my grandpa. I miss him. He died about 10 years ago. I like to think he would be proud of me. I had a mean girl in high school. Not that I cared what barbie dolls thought of me. It was more that this girl was relentless. And she drained my energy. She had to go. My grandpa knew she made life hard for me, and he wanted to help me kill her in a way that I would not get caught. He also taught me the two birds, one stone philosophy. I had a guy I needed taken care of too. He spread false rumors about us fucking because I rejected him. He was a loser. I was not fucking him. My uncle was savvy in all things, including computer hacking and murder. We hacked both the mean girl and the tool’s computers to make it look like they were once a thing that ended badly. Rule number one in a murder, is framing some one for your crime. And rule number two is to make sure you establish motive for your patsy. I snuck in my mean girl’s bedroom late one night and stabbed her to death. It was a blood fest. I sexually mutilated her too. That would make it look like my tool did it because sexual mutilation is often a crime of passion. My grandpa was so wise. He instilled in me not only a love for crime, but the skills to be a criminal and get away with it. My tool was arrested for my mean girl’s murder and tried as an adult. He was sentence to life in prison and all his appeals were denied. It was a crime that shook my community because the mean girl was a beloved cheerleader and the crime itself was horrific. I have gotten away with snuff sex hundreds of times since. Now, I am passing on my killer skills to men like you. Who can I help you snuff?

I Love Being a Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Accomplice for You

babysitter phone sexGuys call be all the time for bad babysitter phone sex. I hate brats so I have no problem being the evil accomplice to the snuffing of a young brat on or off the phone. Sometimes I pose as a real babysitter to get access to little brats. It is amazing how many folks do not check references. I have a fake profile on a babysitting site. I wear a wig and glasses. I do not look Goth. I have fake references. And every week someone calls me. I ignore most of the calls. They come in on my burner cell that’s not traceable. I keep it active because some guy will hire me for my dark services, and he will want to explore rape phone sex fantasies with a young girl. If he does not have the girl already captive or picked out, I will answer a babysitting call if it is for a young girl. I got one last week but had to wait till this week when I could get a babysitting call. Last night, he came to the house where I was sitting. I had the little girl all ready for him to fuck. She was drugged and out cold. I had a plastic sheet down on the bed because there would be blood. He has been wanting to fuck a young girl for ions. It has always been his fantasy, but he never knew how to make it happen until he saw my ad on the dark net. Most guys must wait several weeks or a month for me to get the right babysitting gig, but this guy got it in less than two weeks. He did not last long inside her tiny little cunt either. Few men do. He made a mess of her. But she would not remember a thing. I cleaned up the mess between her legs, got rid of the plastic tarp and put her clothes back on. Parents would not notice a thing, well not until it was too late to find a babysitter named Ashley Burton who does not exist. I love being an accomplice phone sex partner.

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Gothic Phone Sex Haunts The Hallways

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Savage and brutal Gothic phone sex Queen, I leave no room for mercy. I’m both a sadistic whore and a snuff accomplice, and that violent urge you have is going to fill a hole in me. Better yet, let’s find us something young and unsuspecting, and make a new hole in her to fill. I’m thinking something that will tremble when you stroke it’s hair with the back of your glove. When she cries out, back hand her and remind her who’s running the show. Her cunt will be leaky since I’ve been drugging her up and getting her all ready for a fun fucking party she’s not going to survive.

Let’s execute my favorite murder phone sex fantasies; the ones where we take this bitch, show her all my rape fantasies that leave her begging for death, and then slowly cut little chunks from her body and feed them to her mother Let her bleed out slowly, pour salt in the wound, and make her into the little torture cunt doll you’ve been seeking. If you don’t blow a load inside our little snack pack, I’m sure I could bend over and let you slide that thick, sadistic cock into my cunt. After all, I really think I might have a little addiction brewing.

And sadistic phone sex sessions with plenty of blood and even more fucking? That’s what gets me wet!

 

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