Category: Killer phone sex

Killer on the hunt to fuck young pussy.

 

Killer phone sex

Killer phone sex. Your motive is blood and cum. You move fast and it’s always at night. You break into homes in search for young hot fresh pussy and it never ends well. You violate women with your rape fantasies tearing their cunts wide open using various weapons with thick girth like a fat cock. It’s those young ladies with those fresh little bald pussy’s that cry and whimper the most when you stick items up their cunt. They make the perfect meat dish, they smell so sweet you have to eat it.

You wake them up in their sleep. Before she’s even able to scream you grab her neck choking the fuck out of her. Force her down, tear her clothes off and spread her legs. Tonight you have a gun which you ram up her snatch. She’s torn and cut open but your weapon is soaked. You pull it out and it tastes like candy, shove it in her mouth and make her lick her own sweet tea. Poor girl never had a fight chance…

Taboo Phone Sex: Let’s Spread Christmas Fear Instead

Taboo phone sex calls can be your Christmas gift to yourself. I find that many men get filled with rage over the holidays just like me. And they need a creative outlet for all the anger. People act like fools this time of year. Fighting for the last toy or game for their brat. Or demanding expensive gifts from their partners. Although I am not a person who ever gets filled with Christas cheer, I still think folks should be nicer around the holidays. But that’s rarely the case. So, I assist with bringing Christmas fear instead.

Mark wanted his ex-wife dead. And I could see why. Not only does she milk him dry in alimony and brat support, but she keeps his brats away from him. He does not seem like a pervert daddy. Not a drunk or a druggy. Not abusive either. She’s just a bitch who likes to deny her husband his legal right to see his sons. And she started demanding a lot more money for Christmas shopping for the boys he cannot see too.

So, he needed me as his accomplice phone sex partner. Without the bitch in the picture, he saves thousands of dollars a month and he can see his sons. Normally, I would just kill her on my own, but he paid extra to help me kill her. He wanted to see the look on her face when she took her last breath. Since the police look at the husband, current or ex, anytime a woman dies, I provided him with an airtight alibi. But no body, no crime. And right now, she is bear shit.

I Spread Christmas Fear Not Christmas Cheer

We did not kill her in her home. We nabbed her on her way home from a date. Took her to my place. Dumped her car to look like a car hijack.  Back in my dungeon, her massacre began. And I only got one stab in. Mark took one of my knives and went Helter skelter on her. He must have stabbed her 100 times. But I am sure she died after the first couple thrusts of the blade in her stomach.

I would have enjoyed making her suffer longer, but Mark needed to let his rage out. By the time he finished, her blood and guts had sprayed all over my dungeon floor.  Too bad I did not film this one because this kill would have made for an excellent snuff porn. We dumped her bloody carcass in the woods for my animal friends to devour.

This bitch just disappeared. Kidnapped? Murdered? Ran away? No one will ever know what happened to the cunt but me and Mark, and now you. But you will not tell a soul.

My collection of cocks.

Castration phone sex

Castration phone sex. I have a nasty evil side to me. I take pride in my collection of cocks, I have a whole variety from small and stubby to large and in charge. If I’m feeling particularly naughty I’ll reach in my cabinet grab it and fuck the shit out of it. Set it up and the table and slide my wet pussy down on top of it, it’s better than the living deal.

And tonight you’re my next victim.  After I undress you vigorously, I push you down on the bed.  Wow, you love my sexual dominancy and your cock is rock hard, my favorite size, a 9 incher.  I jump on top with my little dress and heels on. Pull my little panties to the side and sit down on your dick. My pussy is soaked so I fall forward and bounce, swirl your cockhead all around my cunt lips and goey insides.  I love the sound of that snatch juice as I grind back and forth with all my force. Right as I sit back up I can feel your cock growing steadily deep inside me, your balls are rocks.  Perfect time for castration, whack!

I didn’t want you to see but I sliced your nasty cock off.  Blood everywhere, covering my naked body. Another successful addition to my collection.

When daddy murders he turns me on so much

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is an escape into madness That feels so fucking good! Warm sticky blood all over me has me cumming hard. I know it’s not mine, but the bitch laying on top of me. The bitch I helped my daddy fuck and cut! I found her at the homeless camp trying to stay warm! 

 He doesn’t always like so much mess, but everyone needs that bloody fuck once in a while. He thought of leaving her alive, but she is losing too much to stay alive! Oh well, daddy gets what he wants when he wants! And so what if he kills the little throwaway sluts sometimes?  

Bloody phone sex

I stay silent as daddy takes his kill. I bite my lip and try not to cum too fast. His little slut whore waits for him to finish so I can clean her up. When daddy kills, It makes me so hot! I clean her up and lick the blood off her body. I’m turned on by the sheer violence of his murder, making for the best Snuff sex!!! He smiles and strokes my head, telling me I’m a good girl.

I smile and nod, knowing that I’m his perfect little whore. We kiss so he can taste her blood out of my mouth too! We savor the taste of her blood and Daddy and I fuck on her dead body! Daddy cums from our sadistic and violent pleasure kill. We fall asleep in the puddle of her sticky sweet blood! 

Bloody Phone Sex Christmas Time is Here

bloody phone sexRed is my favorite color, as in bloody phone sex red. And Christmas brings out violence in me. Always has because people act more like rude self-entitled assholes at this time of year. And this is the time of year that they should be much nicer. However, when I encounter a rude, self-entitled asshole, I take care of him or her. I show them some Christmas spirit.

I like to hunt for prey at Walmart. Personally, I would never shop there because of the people in the store. Might be a mass attack on a large crowd of assholes and bitches. But I decided that I can find such deserving victims there, especially close to Christmas. And I can restrain myself even if I want to kill every loser in the store.

And Last night I had too many candidates to choose from. But I found one. A young Karen type white bitch. I watched her snatch the last of some video game right out of a little boy’s hand. Then she had the audacity to yell at the mother who pointed out what she did was wrong. So young to be so self-entitled already. But she made the perfect victim on the 5th day of snuff sex Christmas.

More Folks Deserve to Die at Christmas Time

I followed her home. Of course, she lived in a trailer park. Now, I had to be careful. As much as I wanted her to scream, folks would hear her. So, I drugged her before I carved up her body. Normally, I would plan a kill better, but this bitch had to die. There are consequences to bad behavior. And she deserved everything I did to her. You could have fucked her before I mutilated her body. Hell, after I did it too.

I exsanguinated her with deep cuts all over her body. And I loved watching the crimson red blood flow out on her floor. It killed me to have her not suffer. But I could not risk getting caught. I mutilated her perky little tits, stabbed her cunt and carved cunt in her body. Eventually, I sliced an artery and watched her white rug turn a pretty red. Who has a white rug? Although it might not have been a very satisfying kill, at least the bitch died. Even if she deserved extreme torture sex, she won’t ruin anyone’s Christmas. One Grinch down, many more to go.

I’m an evil goth whore looking for someone to fuck with.

 

Evil phone sex

Evil phone sex. Ever since I was a little I was a goth teen slut. I love wearing all black, being that mysterious bitch that hunts her prey. I love fucking but I also love the smell of blood and the look of fear while I’ve got that dick deep inside my tight wet cunt.

My all time favorite is choking men while I’m on top riding that big cock grinding it on my juicy little snatch. I can’t help these evil thoughts inside my head. I don’t want to end you I just wanna play with your fears.

While my hands are around your neck choking the life out of you I make sure my pussy is nice and soaked.  I sit down slowly on your cock head and move my hips up and down, swirling your junk around nicely in my creamy hole. I want to see your eyes popping out of your face thinking tonight is your last night to live as I fuck harder and harder, cumming all over your cock.

Sex with Dead Bodies that I created

 

Sex with Dead Bodies

Just got back from the graveyard. My ex was left there though. Gonna miss his dick…

Well, he had to be there. He’s dead. Buried him there with another dude, as the hole was already dug.

But that’s not what you wanna hear. You wanna know why. Why is he there? And what happened?

So we had a kink of going to graveyards and fucking. Kind of a role play that involved sex with dead bodies. Except this time, it was for real. As I wanted to penetrate him with my own blade this time.

Started out like any normal time. He was laying on top of a grave site, pretending to be “dead”. With the most massive of hard ons ever as well. Practically pitching a tent with his cock.

I “find” this as I’m walking through the graveyard to “visit my long lost love”. Only to find this perfect specimen that I really want to have inside of me. To which I do oblige. And proceed to fuck him while he lay there, motionless.

Up until I drove the knife into his chest. That’s about the time I got some fight out of him. Also the look of disbelief that I would actually fucking kill him.

Of course I would. Does he not know me?

After a few more stabs of my knife, he lay motionless again. But still hard as fuck. So I took the opportunity to really get my itch scratched. And rode him like a Shetland Pony into rigor.

I did fuck him a few more times before rolling his carcass into an open grave. Should be happy he was at least getting a burial in a graveyard anways…

Bloody fucking get’s wild.

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex. I look like the typical hot slut when you see me, perfect ass and tit’s, but I have urges for one thing and that’s the smell, touch and feeling of blood. Men are my prey, they’e easy to trap once found. My tight bald pussy attracts only the best tasting flesh. Even better after I’ve fucked the living shit out of them leaving my tasting juices all over their bodies.

I never have to convince a victim to take off his clothes. I like it raw, rough and nasty.  My vulva pulsates and my body quivers when I shove you up my tight little cunt with my knife behind my back. While you’re in me that’s when you’re most vulnerable, it turns me the fuck on.

I’m always on top, your pubic hair rubbing against my bald snatch, grinding and fucking you hard and rough. My tit’s bouncing in your face. Once you close your eyes I slice your arm. You scream and I cum. I cut you again. I love the fear in your eyes and the taste of your blood. You’re crying as I rub it all over my tits down to my swollen wet clit. I lick my fingers as I just stare at you, smiling. Another one down, poor sissy boy can’t take pain.

 

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

killer phone sex

Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Fantasy Phone Sex With A Hot Dom

fantasy phone sex

Fantasy phone sex is great because it means I get to play out fantasies I might never get to do in real life. Sometimes, it’s a fantasy where my Dom is a giant, 30 feet tall, who wants to use me as a real-life masturbation toy. Other times, it can be rape fantasties. Still others, it’s snuff fantasies.

Right now, what I’m in the mood for is a good snuff fantasy with a hot Dom. I want it to be slow and intimate and full of betrayal. I want him to make me think that he would never truly hurt me…and then he does. The story slowly unfolds in such a way that he first sexually tortures me, as usual, and then it starts to go down an even darker path, full of strangulation, exsanguination, and possible descration of my limp, lifeless body.

That’s the best thing about fantasy, in my opinion. Even if you’d never do it in real life, you can always explore the deeper, darker sides of your psyche with fantasy. I have lots of deep, dark sides, and they all scream out for your hands around my throat, slowly choking the life from me as the light in my eyes dies.