Category: Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!  I know you’re probably salivating at the thought of getting your hands on me, but let me tell you, I am not your typical slut. I love it rough, I love it dirty, and I love it dangerous. 

There’s just something about the feeling of cold steel against my skin that gets me dripping wet. Go ahead, take that sharp blade and run it down my body. From the top of my head, all the way down to my toes. I want to feel every inch of it on my skin. And when you reach my pussy, I want you to press it against my clit and watch as I writhe in pleasure. Trust me, this little slut can handle it.

But that’s not all, baby. We can take it to the next level and indulge in some medical fetish phone sex. I’m talking about playing doctor and patient, but with a twist. I’ll be your willing patient while you, my twisted doctor, perform all sorts of kinky procedures on me. I’ll be your canvas, your playground, your willing victim. Your cock will take my temperature deep in my ass!

 I know it may sound sick and twisted to some, but to me, it’s the ultimate rush. The thought of being taken away by someone’s hands, to be used and disposed of like a piece of trash, it just gets my pussy pulsing. And who better to fulfill this fantasy than a dirty little snuff slut like me?

So come on, baby, give me a call and let’s indulge in our deepest, darkest and most depraved desires. I promise to be your willing accomplice in any sick and twisted scenario you can think of. I’ll be your dirty little plaything, your living sex doll, your ultimate fantasy. And together, we can explore the depths of our twisted minds and make all our wildest dreams come true. Are you ready to get dirty with me? Dial my number and let’s get down and dirty.

 

Goth teen phone sex slut single-handedly annihilates niggers

Goth teen phone sexHer Murder phone sex Fantasies trigger me! We smoke meth and hunt niggers all night long… I always dress up very slutty for her and we take on the night together. A pair of thigh-high leather platform studded mules, a micro mini leather skirt, and a leather biker jacket with nothing but a tube top to wrap around my barely legal tits are what I wear to lure in every worthless low-down Nigger we can come across. My Bleached blonde hair never fails to get every nigger in town dropping to their knees hoping to get a taste of my powerful white pussy. Of course, that is something a low-down nigger will never get!

Sometimes they have to learn the hard way… recently we caged a bunch of niggers in the basement and tortured them for hours.  A fire pit for pigs is where their evening was spent in flames. We fogged up the dungeon with meth smoke and enjoyed the sounds of their excruciating screams. He calls me for Accomplice phone sex, not to hear someone sit there and breathe… He loves hearing all the cruel filthy shit that my sick mind can come up with!

He just got a new firearm that has a laser beam and it was so much fun placing a red dot on the middle of those worthless black niggers foreheads and hearing them plead for dear life while I used them for target practice. After I knocked them down one by one, I jumped up and down on their filthy black skin, repeatedly puncturing them with my stiletto. A spool of blood formed beneath their nigger bodies and splattered all over my powder-soft white skin, bleach-blonde hair, and teeth as I laugh hysterically.

I am his Goth teen phone sex slut he calls me Crystal short for methamphetamine. I will soon be your addiction. Welcome to H E L L !

Castration Phone Sex is What I Want More of in 2024

castration phone sexI made a New Year’s resolution for more castration phone sex. Although I whacked off over 200 worthless balls last year, I want to double that number this year. Plus, I want to chop off a few dicks too. I like a mixture of willing men and less willing men. Will you volunteer for me to castrate you, or will I need to take your junk by force? Honestly, I am game either way.

I placed a few ads on the dark net looking for prey. Although this guy thought we were on a date, I was just prepping him for a good junk removal session. If I plan to take your junk, I deem you unworthy to fuck already. Not to say I have not castrated a few men who tried to cuddle me after sex. Castration has been an afterthought many times.

I Will Take Your Junk for Shits and Giggles

However, with Tony, I planned his castration. The loser posted a video of him slaughtering a cat. Pick a fair fight loser. It does not make you a man to kill and torture something that cannot fight back. Just makes you a bully with a pin dick. Although I love torture sex, I pick a fair fight always. I enjoy the challenge of fighting a man bigger than me. Although Tony appeared bigger and stronger than me, I knew I was smarter, Way smarter. That is why I always win any battle.

Tony got dunk which is what I wanted. Liquor dulls your pain and makes you easier to subdue. I tied him to his bed. Although I did not have my castration chair, I did bring everything I needed. Including a mason jar to preserve his balls. He never saw it coming until his balls were in my hand. Silly boy thought he was getting a blow job.

Instead, a sadistic phone sex bitch took his junk. He bled heavily for a while until I heated up a cast-iron skillet to cauterize the wound. I left his cock. And I made sure he knew if I ever caught wind of him hurting an animal again, I would take his cock too. He knew I meant business because as I placed his severed balls into a mason jar, I wrote his name and address on the jar.

Torture sex will get your cock so fucking hard!

Torture sex

Torture sex will get your cock so fucking hard! I have always been drawn to the dark and twisted side of things. The thought of torturing someone and taking their life turns me on like nothing else. And when my master presented me with the opportunity to be his submissive snuff slut, I could not resist. I was eager to fulfill any and all of his desires.

I do whatever my master asks of me without hesitation, and I take great pleasure in it. One of my duties as his submissive is to pick out the freshest meat for him. And let me tell you, it’s not an easy task. I have to scout for the perfect victim, someone who is young, innocent, and full of life. My master loves nothing more than the taste of young flesh, and I make it my mission to provide him with his favorite delicacy.

And once we have our victim, the real fun begins. My master hangs the meat on the hook and I get to work. I take my time, savoring every moment as I stab and slice the body, creating more fuck holes for my master to enjoy. I am his willing instrument of pleasure, and I love every second of it.

There is nothing more exhilarating than witnessing my master filling those holes with his thick cum as they take their last breath. The feeling of their lifeless skin against mine, the way their body responds to my touch, it’s an experience like no other. And let me tell you, it does wonders for my libido. I get wetter and hornier with each passing moment, and my master knows exactly how to exploit that.

So let’s get wild and have fun, my fellow snuff enthusiasts. Let’s not be afraid to embrace our desires and indulge in the pleasure of snuff sex. After all, nothing will get your cock harder and make you cum more than the thought of having sex with a dead body. And for me, as a dirty submissive snuff slut, there is no greater satisfaction than pleasing my master and fulfilling his darkest fantasies.

Knife play phone sex, I can skin better than anyone.

Knife play phone sex, I can skin better than anyone. Now to begin with I have been wielding a knife since I was very young. See who could skin an apple with never lifting the knife. Butchering became a fun family time experience. First it should be mentioned that this down home country girl has a collection of knives.

 A knife hangs on the door handle. One under my pillow. Bet I can peel your cock in one long strip. Never, not once lifting the knife up. First layer will hurt but not nearly as much as when you get lower. When you peel the skin off of someone with a super sharp knife it can be done layer by layer.Knife play phone sex

Bloody phone sex is what you get.

At least when you don’t put something on that to staunch the blood flow. Trust me to keep you from getting infection. Among my very many talents I am an organizational freak. It must be remembered that when keeping weapons you keep them clean. You also need to staunch all that blood. To do this you keep disinfectant on hand. Either to the left or to the right. Depending on your dominate hand. Ever clear is a great disinfectant. The old moonshine. Not the new flavored faggot ones that barely have more alcohol content than mouthwash.

Use something at least 75% alcohol. This will keep the knife clean, you will see it slicing, washing away the blood. Have a little sip. Poor a little more on the wounds. Once it has been thoroughly doused, soaked, or even marinated in the alcohol.

We have the wrapping up part. I for one like meat. Not the skin. Making it none other than cannibalism phone sex. Eat it raw just like sushi or the good red meat. Now you need to remember to use your knife.

In summary, I will slice and dice you. Make you in minced meat just to devour you.

Layla is the Perfect Victim of Home Invasion Phone Sex

I’m Terrified of Home Invasion Phone Sex

Violent home invasion phone sex is haunting my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat, naked and bruised. My tits, ass, and stomach are sore and raw. Panic sets in before I slowly try to remember what’s happening. I realize there is a chain around my ankle. The door to the basement I was locked in flies open, light flooding in behind a menacing figure. I suddenly remembered what happened. You broke into my home and held me at gun point. You stripped my clothes off of me and forced me to serve your cock. Then you beat me and locked me here in my basement.

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Bloody Phone Sex Whore Bleeds for Torture Sex

I’m now nothing more than a bloody phone sex toy for you to force your dick in whenever you please. Today you’ve gotten bored of beating me up and force fucking my holes. You have the perfect idea to torture your broken play thing. As you get closer I can see the light reflect off of something in your hand. A knife? No, it couldn’t be…right? Once you’re right in front of me, there’s no denying it, it’s a kitchen knife, and it’s sharp. You who’s off the blade and then shove it deep into my slutty titmeat. My ribs crack and my screams echo in the basement. 

You dig out a chunk of my flesh and rub it on your cock like the sick bastard you are. You coat your cock in my blood to use as lube to force-fuck my bruised pussy. With every thrust I get another stab wound. In my tits, stomach and thighs. I’m barely hanging on. The pain and blood loss are making me faint. And once you’re ready to shoot your load deep in my womb, you finish the deed, slitting my throat and snuffing me out as you pump me full of jizz. I’m just another victim of your sick torture sex. 

Knife Play Phone Sex Competition Challenges Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex holds a special place in my heart. I love my massive knife collection. Since I was a young girl, I’ve had a fascination with sharp objects. Most of my collection I inherited from my grandfather. I was his protégé. And his DNA pounds through my veins. I know he is proud of me.

 In fact, I was the sole heir when he died. He bequeathed me all his torture equipment, knifes, his kill shack and several decades of kill diaries. My grandpa might have been one of the most prolific serial killers never to be caught. He never got apprehended because no one knew who he was or what he was doing. Police never connected the dots, so they never knew a serial killer existed.

However, I am out to break his killer phone sex record. And I know I can do it because I am not even 40 yet and I am more than halfway at his final kill tally. Many more years for me to break his record. And my end of the year killing spree will tip me closer to my grandpa’s kill number. This time of year brings out my rage. But I am not an impulse killer. Not anymore. Impulsivity lands you in jail. My grandpa covered up my schoolgirl impulse kill. And he took me under his wing. He saw something in me. He saw himself in me.

I Can Teach You to Kill Like Grandpa Taught Me

I’ve been killing undetected ever since. Last night, I gutted a few more to add to my kill list. This tool of a man who cut me off on the road and almost caused an accident to flip me off when I honked my horn. And a teenage brat hitch hiking. It felt like my lucky night. Back to back murders. Bloody, gory kills too. The man lost his junk before I gutted him like a pig and fed him to the bears. The girl I picked up annoyed me so much with the way she talked, I killed her too.

The teenage whore wanted money from me to eat her pussy. I picked her up to kill her not to fuck her. Now if you had been with me, she could have been your teen rape porn star before I gutted her like a pig too. Two kills for the books. Many more to go if I am going to beat my grandpa’s kill record. I can do it.

Cheaters Beware, I’ll take your Girl with a Little Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex works out well when you find out your best friends man has been cheating.  We may or may not have set him up to meet us for what he thought was a threesome. Two hot young girls ready to please him, oh what could go wrong for our friend, let’s call him “Frank”

My black boots clicking against the concrete floor. My fingers trace along the blade of a knife hidden behind my back before pulling it out slowly, savoring the way it catches the light just so. “Daisy,” I purred, running my free hand down her arm seductively, “are you sure you want me to do this?” She nods frantically, unable or unwilling to speak past her rapidly beating heart. We smirked at each other and I slowly went down and licked through her black panties to play along, biting gently at her clit.

Then I turn to him. I look at him as his hard dick is in his hands. Only it is with disgust that he had put that thing in God knows how many slut holes when he had the most perfect pussy the whole time.

Without further ado, I plunge the knife deep into his chest – right where his heart should be – and watch as shock registers on both their faces before giving way to pain etched across his features while pleasure spreads through mine.

As he gasps for air and clutches at his chest, blood gushing between his fingers, I lean in close so only Daisy can hear me whisper. “He should’ve treated your pussy like the perfection it is?” I reach down and start fingering, sucking and licking her perfect throbbing wet pussy as she thrusts her hips up and down, obviously enjoying the feeling she has at that moement.

 For every ounce of pain he had that night, I made sure to give his former girl a pound of pure ecstacy. And who needs a real cock to pound just ask Daisy that night. I may or may not have shown her the other side with the pounding I was able to show her. At least she doesn’t have that cheating dick to worry about anymore.

Killer phone sex only needs a victim and accomplice.

Killer phone sex only needs a victim and accomplice. Now you may be thinking a plan of attack is needed. As long as I’m in control there is no need for a plan. I’ve wielded the knife. Shimmied up a drain pipe. I went from walking to carving, and when it comes to taking a life. It must be remembered that if you can (like me and many others) shoot a poor helpless little woodland animal then you are more than ready to take a life.

Killer phone sexThe adrenaline will have your cock hard, hence making you want to cum almost as much as I the rush of power and endorphins running constantly through my body. Tingling sensations. Among the taking of life. There are things that must be considered. Such as what type of weapon. Me I prefer the knife play phone sex. The reason being that it’s up close and personal. Feeling the pulse pounding. Knife cutting through the flesh with ease.

Next the warmth of the blood pouring out of the body. Over my hands, down my arms, soaking my breasts and stomach. Nicking the jugular will make very sure that you’ll have a mess. As soon as that artery is touched it gushes. Death will occur quickly. Now, me I like to have a little more fun. To put it differently if you want to have bloody phone sex and immediately have them be deceased then you hit the artery. If you don’t and want pain, allow me.

In other words, let me show you how to snuff properly. We can even cum together finally.

Use Knife Play Phone Sex to Snuff This Slut

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I love feeling the knife cutting into my caramel skin. That’s why I love knife play phone sex. Nothing makes my cunt more wet then being tied up to a bed and feeling a sharp cold blade threatening to cut me. Push the knife against my neck and ask me if I want to die. One wrong slice and my head could be hanging detached from my neck. And my blood would be gushing from my throat and drowning me. But then I would die too quick. You want to watch me scream in pain as you cut up my soft flesh.

Snuff Me With Knife Play Phone Sex

Start with cutting my tits. Slap them. Squeeze them. And then dig your knife into my left tit. Cut deeper. Not hard enough to puncture my lung but enough to hit one of my ribs. Then take your cock and stab that into my pussy too. Listen to the way I scream from the torture sex. I’m your pathetic victim. I can’t do anything except scream and beg for my life. The knife in my chest is just another hand hold so that you can force fuck my pussy. My tits and stomach are covered in blood. 

Take the knife out and watch the geyser of blood fly into the air. Then stab me again. Stab my chest over and over again. The way I scream and bleed just makes that evil cock pulse. Smelling and tasting my blood on your knife and seeing the way I twitch every time you push that your cock inside of me. The blood has started to leak into my lungs. And your cock is ready to shoot it’s load inside of me. Cum from this bloody phone sex and listen to my death rattle. Then drag that blood soaked knife across my jugular and finally snuff me.