Category: Killer phone sex

Feel my wrath

 

A pAprettyViolent phone sex

A nice pair of tits like mine is not hard to come by. Do you know what is hard to come by though? A sick twisted sadistic slut like myself. I am the perfect evil bitch you have been dreaming about. Not only am I drop dead gorgeous(literally), I also have the sicko mind to match. Do you know what I like most about Violent phone sex? Is taking my victim by the throat. Wrapping my hand so tight around her fucking neck. Choking that bitch until her eyes are bulging out of her eye sockets. All the while you are fucking her tight almost dead cunt. Just the sight of her fighting for her life is making us both horny as ever. As soon as that bitch is taking her last breathe you start to cum. I stop your right there in mid stroke and stick your dick in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. You bust a mouth full of demon seeds all into my jaws and I swallow with pride. We both look down at this life less piece of shit and slice her open from neck vertically down to her stomach. We both fuck in the pool of blood. I want to go a 3rd round. Don’t you?

I’m Not Always the Victim

snuff phone sex

I have a dark and twisted fantasy that I’d love to share with you. I know I can’t tell many people about this, but you guys are just as naughty as me, so I know you’re going to totally understand. You have to read till the end to get to the really twisted part, so don’t stop reading and call me before you get to the really good part!

Imagine we are in a hotel room that you got for us. A pretty fancy one because I deserve the best. You know I love it when you go down on me, but instead of lying back and letting you go to town on me, I want to climb up and sit on your face. I will slowly lower myself. I want you to stick your tongue out and meet my pussy as I lower myself down onto you. I want to keep going until I am grinding all over your face and you’ve made me cum a couple of times. You really know how to use your tongue, so it’s almost a shame to think about what’s going to come next.

Once I’m sexually satisfied, I am going to just start squeezing your throat with my thighs and sitting all the way down on your face. I start talking to you and telling you that even though you’re good at oral sex, that’s all you’re good at and men like you are a dime a dozen. I don’t have any use for you anymore and I know you won’t be good for any other woman, either. So that’s why I’m going to sit on your face and suffocate you and squeeze the life out of you with my thighs.

I know you’re dying to call me. So what are you waiting for? It might be the very last phone call you ever make, though…so beware.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodies

I know he likes sex with dead bodies. I bring him girls all the time to kill and fuck. I knew it would be my number eventually. I pissed him off. I brought him a little girl like he asked, but she was not a virgin. I just assumed because of her age that she was a virgin. I guess her daddy got to her just like mine did to me at that age. I should have done the finger test. Master is always telling me to stick a finger up their bald little cunnies to check for an intact hymen. I didn’t do that and now Master can’t sell the little whore for as much as he could if she was untouched. He slapped me around first. That was followed by rough sex. He was strangling me while imagining I was his ass rape porn star. He shoved his cock inside me so deep, his balls went flush against my ass. Master has a big dick too. He is about 11-inches. As he was brutally fucking my ass, he was strangling me too. Chocking the life out of me, so he could fuck me dead. He loves fucking girls after he has killed him. I just never thought it would be me. But there I was feeling the life go out of me for fucking up his instructions. I hope he enjoyed me after he killed me.

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sexThis is something that is etched into my mind, there forever as something that I think about all the time. It changed me that day, I have never been the same really, not since Mutilation phone sex. I had a master you see, and he loved to use me to make money. He would do phone calls that were set up and force me to do whatever the guys wanted to be done while they were on the phone. One day this guy called and he sounded super evil and sadistic. I was terrified of what it was going to be that made him cum, and it wasn’t long before I found out. The phone was on speaker and I heard him and my master talking, and that’s when I heard “mutilate her breast.” I started to scream already, saying no no no please no. This only got a ball gag shoved into my mouth and I bound even tighter with cuffs against the wall. I am screaming and hysterical as I see the devices he has to use on me. I wail and make sounds I have never made before. They sound animistic and inhuman. My nipple is gone, I am ruined, and am fading out. Blacking out from all the blood loss.

Some Men are Born for Snuff Sex

snuff sexSometimes you meet someone, and you know they were put in front of you for snuff sex. Teddy was given to me by some higher, darker power. He was the most annoying man on earth. He was flashy in a way that screamed he was overcompensating for a small cock. All he talked about was his fancy sports car and his money. I don’t exactly scream sugar baby type. I am not impressed with money. I had no idea why he was hitting on me, but he wouldn’t go away. I dropped a roofie in his Martini. I mean what man drinks a Martini in a Goth bar? He got woozy quickly, so I got him to my car. He was a tiny dude. I had no problem getting him in my car. I drove him to my cabin in the woods. When he woke up, he was naked and tied to a St. John’s board that I had on the floor. Next to me were all my knives I use for castration. I was going to kill this annoying fucker, but I was going to castrate and torture him first. I used a dull rusty blade to slice his balls off. I didn’t give him a clean or compassionate castration. I wanted him to scream. I wanted him to hurt. I accomplished both. When he got too loud for my nerves, I shoved his severed balls in his mouth, and I cut off his dick too.  I then made some surgical slices to his arteries and watched as he bled out. It took a while, but the asshat finally died. I fed his dead body to the coyotes. I had no remorse either. No one is going to miss this rich fucker. His ego was way bigger than his dick. Well, now no woman has to endure him again. It was a random act of kindness on my part.

 

Dangerous Beauty

violent phone sex

With the holidays approaching there is a lot of stress and family in the air. One of my favorite outlets for some pent-up tension is a good session of violent phone sex. It’s so much fun to push those limits with the right person. How far should we take it? I want you to verbally and physically humiliate me. Tell me all the terrible things you have in store for the filthy little cumslut that I am. I want to be bruised and bleeding by the time you’re finished. I want my hair pulled. Not tugged but really fucking pulled. Will we be playing with knives again today? I kind of want to feel you slide the barrel of a gun deep in my pussy. A loaded gun at that. Just the thought of it has my little cunt dripping wet. Once you slide it out of my pussy, I want you to make me suck off my own juices, with your finger on the trigger and your hand firmly grasping my throat. I’m open to other forms of torture as well. I’m sure you have plenty of creative ideas of what you’d like to do with me.

Black Kiss Of Torture Sex and Death

torture sex

It isn’t every day that I get to kill and eat my torture sex victims. The black kiss of death shall be mine! Two things I love to torture and a nice human flesh torte. Chocolate and blood infused with a nice cream filled center. Just like those girls you had me murder and tear apart for your pleasure. What you didn’t count on was me being addicted to your cock so much that I wanted to cut it off and keep it forever. Of course, I had to pull you apart piece by piece first. Sawing off your arms and legs and letting your blood flow out all over the floor. A waste of good marinade. But what I was after was your heart and cock. The most valuable part pf my victims. And so fucking tasty after I had helped you mangle soft female bodies. Come and let me kill for you and kill you tonight!

 

Gothic Phone Sex Halloween Roast w/ Gray

Nothing says Happy Halloween like a stuffed bastard with his own balls in his mouth as the centerpiece on my Festival table. So this asshole wanted to fowl my favorite day of the year up with his shitty attitude. Not happening bitch. I take my switchblade out and put it to his throat as I cuff him and control him. I shove the prick into my chambers and knee him in the balls. He bends over with his cuffed hands in front of him and I shove him to his knees. “I’ve had it with your type” I spit at him and kick him in the guts. I lean over him and laugh in his face as I tell him I have big plans for you, Bitch. I take my gardening shears and start cutting his clothes off. Stripped I enjoy another snip, Right behind the ball sack. Severing his cock and balls as he starts screaming and crying like a bitch. I kick him in the face. “I hate a whiny bitch” as I lean over him and shove his dick and balls in his mouth, “Now be a good boy and shut the fuck up”. Stuffed with his own cock and balls as the only gag needed. I grab some cotton twine used for tying a nice butterball up before the oven. I hogtie the bitch, slather him in oil and seasonings and shove a fucking roasting rod up his ass. My guys help me out with the heavy lifting and we haul him to the back where the bonfire will be. This piece of shit will be enjoyed by all tonight, “Happy Fucking Halloween, and remember: Don’t Fuck With The Queen of Sin, Bitches”.

Gothic phone sex

Killer Phone Sex: My First Kill

killer phone sexKiller phone sex is at an all-time high the last week of October. I think Halloween inspires people. My first kill was on Halloween night when I was in high school. The death of a popular cheerleader was never solved. At least not the death of the popular cheerleader in my community. She was a queen bitch. She made Regina in Mean Girls seem like Mother Theresa. This pretty little cheerleader was so cruel and self-entitled. She made my life hell. I could have handled the name calling and constant torment at school, but she went way further than that. She treated me like Carrie at the prom. And I was way savvier and more astute than Carrie White. One day, I snapped. She poisoned my lunch, made me super sick, so I killed her. I played the victim role, but I got my pound of flesh.  I stabbed her in her bed a thousand times. I injected her with a paralytic drug. She felt every ounce of pain, but she couldn’t scream or move. Her parents were asleep down the hall, while I butchered their daughter with glee. I used a big dildo with a condom on it to penetrate her cunt and ass. It would look like some one had rape phone sex fantasies for her and throw suspicion off the girls she tormented. That was 12 years ago, and it is still an unsolved sexually motivated murder. The bitch had it coming. I am grateful to her, however. She made me realize how easy it is to kill. How much fun it is to inflict harm onto another living person. She gave me my passion for murder. Once you have your first kill, you are hooked. You kill again and again and for far fewer personal reasons. Let me help you have your first kill.

Knife Play

knife play phone sex

I just love it when you bring out your extravagant knife collection. It makes my clit pulsate and drip. That barbaric look in your eyes becomes extremely fierce! Knowing I will submit fully, whilst trembling with fear. Your collection seems to be growing every week. How many knives do you have now?! I want to feel the sharp end of each and every one of them. The way you slice off my panties, with your cock throbbing is one of my favorite parts when it comes to knife play phone sex. I especially love it when you tie me up and force me to watch you sharpen and clean your beautiful knives. Then you finally come over and one of them up to my skin, without puncturing it. Grazing it across my body and you watch my face. Practically never breaking eye contact. You love to keep me in a constant state of fear when it’s knife play time. I love feeling your cock tease my sweet cunt and you scrape my tits a little with that sharp blade. I feel what it does to your body. Your body and mine for that matter. What do you have in store for me tonight?