Category: Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex teen Killer and Butcher

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex teen Killer and Butcher Harper the young Harpie has it out for some blonde whores. Fun fact A Harpy is a violent hel hound of Zeus. These hot summer months have me aching for a cool bloody mary with real blood.  And as the vicious Karma-giving little evil bitch I am, I know where I’m going to get my blood from!

 But my anger during the heat has got the best of me. I’m so pale when I go outside the sun scorches my vampire-like skin. And I was cheated on and Now I must right a wrong in my bloody way! So much anger bubbled up inside of me as I lost my boyfriend to some whore he met online.  I decided said bitch needed to be hunted and cut up and disposed of.  But first, she will fuck her cunt with my sharpest blade. Yep, the one that I will dismember her with! 

Knife play phone sex teen Killer and Butcher

Blood-soaked Mutilation phone sex with a Snuff whore! I guess you could say I am your predatory young cunt who needs to chop and slice a bicth who did her wrong. And that guy will never become a man, I’ll cut his balls off and eat them for dinner. Walking around never able to get it up, seems like a fitting punishment for his crimes.

Slit My Throat

Bloody Phone Sex

Slit my throat while you force fuck my tight ass. Bloody phone sex should always leave me soaking wet. Whether that’s from my dripping wet gash or a gushing wound is in your hands. I know that a lot of evil fucks like you love the chase. Hunting your sweet and innocent, but very deserving rey. You like the chase, and the struggle. The blood and adrenaline rushing through your body with everything.

Men wanting to hunt is natural, but the sickest of you are the ones that aren’t looking for the chase at all. You just want to watch the way the light drains from my eyes as I take my last breath. Snuff movies aren’t enough to fufill that blood lust anymore. You need to have a life in your hand. My life. You want to press a knife to a slut’s neck and watch her bleed.

I’ll submit to your blade willingly. Broken and begging instead of fierce and fighting. A sharp knife looks so pretty pressed against my throat. I’ll cry and beg you to stop. To slow down. To please let me go with my life. I promise I will give you whatever you want. Knowing you can end my life at a moment’s notice makes each stroke so much more satisfying. The fear in my eyes, the tears, and the blood sliding down my chest to my heart is what finally pushes you over the edge.

You slide your cock into me for the last time, and the knife cuts me from ear to ear at the same time. Your cum shoots deep into me as I thrash around you. My hands reaching for my throat as I gurgle and try to scream. You completely drain your balls as my blood is drained from my body.

Knife Play Phone Sex Fantasies with a Woman Prone to Violence

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex allows me to control the narrative. I have knives always strapped to my body. Even when I sleep, I am armed. A woman like me has lots of enemies. Plus, I am easily annoyed. Never know when I might have a violent outbreak. A doctor told me when I was just a schoolgirl that I was prone to violent outbursts.

Although I do have an impulse disorder, I have since learned to control it. Mostly, that is. My car broke down on the highway yesterday. I did something I never do. I relied on the kindness of strangers. A college girl picked me up. Initially, I thought about just walking to town. But that was a ten-mile walk in the dark and the rain. I’ve seen one too many snuff movies to make that a viable option.

I figured a coed was no match for me. However, she would not shut up. Sure, I should have been grateful. I was grateful. But I wanted quiet for the drive to town. What should not take more than 30 minutes in a car, seemed like 30 years because of the company. You would have liked her. Pretty, blonde and fit. Just annoying as fuck. But annoying as fuck still fucks the same.

Killing Bitches is More Fun with an Accomplice

I killed her. We were not far from town, but her voice was like fingernails on a chalkboard. She asked me too many questions. She could not read cues. I stabbed her while she was driving in the rain on a dark and winding road. I am a quick thinking though. She weighed about 100 pounds if that. I tossed her in the backseat, stole her car and drove to my cabin in the woods.

Although she was not dead yet, she was going to wish she had died in her car. I texted a friend to meet me. Not really a friend. Just a sadistic fuck like me. I knew he would appreciate force fucking a coed. You would too, I bet. I made him my accomplice, but he did not mind because he got to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for a young teen girl.

I enjoyed watching him fuck every hole she had. He even fucked her after she was dead. I used the knife I stabbed her with to carve her up for the coyotes. My accomplice drove me back to my car in her car, and we left her car on the side of the road. We wiped down all our prints. No one will know whatever happened to that cute coed.

Perhaps, you think if I had never hitched a ride, that girl would still be alive. I guess so. But, if I had not accepted her ride into town, my friend never would have fucked her tight teen holes. Everything happens for a reason, right?

Bloody Phone Sex Makes Quite The Cleanup

bloody phone sex

From the latest bloody phone sex call, a true story.  Walking in the apartment, I saw the blood from the steps. Little spatter and footprints leading away from house. I had a horrible feeling as I approached to see the door cracked and blood oozing down the first hallway and piled up at the ledge of the door.

Next, as I entered deeper in the house, my shoes encountering so many puddles of blood that it sounded like  walking outside during a rainstorm sloshing around in rain puddles.  I knew my footprints were tracking it even worse in the blood filled house, making a bigger mess than currently was there, but I truly didn’t care one bit.  I wanted to get to my loved ones.

I saw the house had nothing on but black lights. On the TV was a satanist movie playing on repeat.  Music eerily played from upstairs bedroom.

I started seeing body parts scattered throughout the house at random.  I saw the hand of my loved one who I could only identify by her wedding ring.  I picked it up expecting it to be warm but it was cold and very stiff.  I next saw the foot of a woman I only knew by the painted toes.  I saw a leg close by after that with part of a dildo stuck to it.  I walked up the stairs and saw on the computer screen, a montage of photos playing that basically played out the murders of these people in this house.

In still pictures, one by one, I saw them cut up with a knife, cut up into pieces once deceased, raped after they were gone even.  Finally, to top it off, I watched these men squirt cum from their rock hard dicks jacking off over the dead bodies.

It was something out of a nightmare or one crazy knife play phone sex call.  Can you top that?

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex will cure all your ails even those that you don’t know about. I have so many toys that I play with and they will make you hard. Finding just right victim. Stalking them. Found a nice succulent compact whore. Watch me as I heat a long copper rod, the tip red hot, sitting in the fire.  Roll it right over her pussy lips. Smell the pussy hair burning, singing. Mmm…yes scream. 

The more she screams the hotter I get. Snuggling it between her pussy lips. Searing her clit. Making you hard and me wet. Dripping onto my leg. Take the copper pipe, that is good. Hold it steady as I heat it with a blow torch. Lower it, I want the blow torch to sear her skin. Distorting it. 

Holding it closer to her nipples. Screams filling the air. Fuck me. Take me. Right on her. Her screams are driving me wild. Dropping the copper pipe on her breasts. Rolling burning, skin smoldering. You need to fuck me as I torture more screams from her. Hence making me wetter, hotter. 

Killer phone sex with a punching bag

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I’m the punching bag to my hot master and all his friends. I am the first to admit I’m not a beauty and not easy on the eyes. You ever see someone so ugly you want to punch them? Forr you to be in this sit,e you must have some violent tendencies and might gravitate to killer phone sex. The kind of phone fun that has me begging for my life. At the same time, you fantasize about all your depraved fantasies with a smile on your face while you’re jerking that cock of yours, enjoying my hot voice and then making feel torture telling me to pinch my nipples hard and imagine you doing so while you also spit in my face. Choke me out as my master does in front of all his friends. He likes to degrade me, and so do you. I’m only a piece of meat, and I deserve to die!

Knife play makes me Wet!

 

Knife play phone sex

Imagine calling my Dungeon for a kink session and finding yourself Secured to a wooden chair, Blindfolded, waiting for The Ultimate Knife play phone sex session.

I can smell the fear and anticipation as I enter the room. I can almost hear your heartbeat as I approach you with the long slender blade I have chosen for today’s playtime.

I slowly run it against your hard nipples, Grazing them. You inhale sharply, I giggle.

I then Hold the blade against your neck, slowly stroking your cock with my other hand.

I tell you what a naughty whore you have been. You nod and whimper.

I love the power that I have over you, I love the primal fear that you so obviously feel, and I love how wet that makes my pussy.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. I can do so many things with a knife, like slice you open or cut off your balls, or maybe even your dick. I do not mess around. I am a sadistic bitch. I must be nice to some of you because I was told I have an attitude problem. Duh. I do not play well with others. Most humans annoy the fuck out of me. I don’t flirt. I don’t do small talk. If I greet you on the phone or on a chat in a way that seems opposite of my looks or bio, it is because I want to keep my job. It has nothing to do with me liking you or wanting to fuck you. I am not a friendly chick. I am certainly not a flirty one either. John found out the hard way that me saying excuse me as I pushed him out of my way on the way to the restroom does not mean I liked him. The loser followed me into a single restroom because he thought “Excuse Me,” meant “Fuck me please.” I was not at work. I did not have to be nice. I could show him what a snuff sex addict I am. I always have a few knives strapped to my body because you never know when you might have to shank a bitch. John was that bitch. I have no clue his real name. He did not offer it up when he followed me into the bathroom. And I did not ask it before I cut his dick and balls off. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth Girl. I was the one that got lucky because John was a stupid fucker who cannot read social cues. If he thought he could fuck me with an “Excuse, me,” imagine what he would expect from some girl who smiled or actually said hello. This taboo phone sex bitch did the world a favor by castrating that mother fucker. Consider yourself warned. Do not mistake anything I do as wanting to fuck you. You are my accomplice or my victim.

Castration Phone Sex is My Kind of Date

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is something I am always in the mood to do. It does not take me much to want to cut a guy’s balls off. Sometimes, I even chop off his worthless cock too. Some guys know they have useless equipment and pay me to make them a Eunuch. I have more fun with the clueless guys like Larry. He is this little broke down dick guy I met on Tinder. The dating app has become my new hunting ground. I am usually only one swipe right away from a man with a big ego and a tiny dick. Those are the guys I plan to meet. Not to fuck though.  I will never fuck some tiny dick loser. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. And I mean bitch in the badass dominant woman way. I don’t need men. I don’t want most of them anyway. Unless a man has a 13-inch cock and a deviant mind, he is useless to me. Larry had a 3-inch scared turtle for a dick. Yet he was bragging on Tinder about satisfying women all over the world. Satisfying how? Maybe he was satisfying them with laughter.

When he arrived, I gave him a spiked beer. His beer gut told me he never passes up a brewsky, LOL. He was stumbling quickly after drinking that beer. I guided him to my bedroom. It was all ready for this loser. I had a tarp on my bed and all my knives and restraints ready. He stumbled right past it all and fell on the bed. He was pulling his shrimp dick out for me. He told me is cock was not sucking itself. I barely waited after that comment. I took a knife and chopped his loser dick off. It flew off his body, hitting my wall with a thud. He screamed in pain. I picked up his cock and shoved it in his mouth. I said, “that dicks is not going to suck itself.” He looked at me in horror as he realized he was sucking his own cock.  I cauterized the wound and sent him on his way. It was just torture sex. I could have whacked his balls off too, but I wanted him to look down and know he is only half a man. He will not be on Tinder anymore, LOL. Loser.

Sex With dead bodies at the pig farm

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies of lolitas like me and their mothers! Can you feel them growing cold around your cock? Chubby sluts who need a purpose in this life, will find it after death!  I will help you fuck corpses as long as I have a hand in the slaying. Men have called me a sick freak and still jack cocks off to that wonderful decapitation. Imagine with me if you will a pig farm made up entirely of chunky monkeys. (Im not talking about the ice cream either.) The scene is set and I have a devious plan for our victims. Chubby women and girls rolling around in their own filth. Discarded by society but perfect to feed the hungry. But with humans, I can have creative fun disemboweling dn chopping heads off for some Necrophilia phone sex Stroke your cock to me helping you kill some fat women and fuck them afterlife!necrophilia phone sex