Category: Knife play phone sex

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

killer phone sex

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

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres are Hot for a Sick Bitch Like Me

bloody phone sexI love a bloody phone sex massacre. I snapped a selfie of me in a post bloody massacre bliss. I was covered in blood. I am fascinated with blood. When I kill, you would think I was a vampire. I love to watch the blood spurt from my victim. I drink blood too. I am not a vampire, but I should be. My victim last night was a young schoolgirl. They have the sweetest blood. It has a sweet taste and it’s not as sticky as more mature blood. So, when I sliced her femoral artery, she bled like a fountain. It spurted out of her leg leaving a blood splatter that would have aroused the Manson family. She was just some cock teasing brat. An annoying little cunt. Self-entitled like they are at that age. Perfect little daddy’s girl. They are the best to execute. Now, I will not lie. It would have been way better with an accomplice. I can stab little bitches all day long, but watching their faces as you explore your rape phone sex fantasies for super young sluts is priceless. I like to mix death and sex together. I bet you would have loved this little tender age victim. Not only was her blood sweet, but her flesh was so tender too. I took a bite out of her. It is not that I am a cannibal, I just enjoy being depraved. In the moment while she was pleading for her life, it was hot for me to bite one of her A cup titties. I wanted her to be so scared of me. I was like a crazed animal. I bit her flesh. I stabbed her to watch her bleed out. And once she died, I had sex with her dead body. Sex with dead bodies is easier. The bitch cannot cry or scream or fight you, LOL. I had a blast mutilating this tender age cunt but would have been so much more fun with you by my side.

Teen Gets Sliced, Stabbed and Fucked By Home Invader

Home invasion phone sexYou break into my apartment and sneak off to my room to find me. You see that I am laying in bed, sleeping peacefully. You, however, don’t want peace. You want to make a nasty, bloody scene. At this point, you climb on top of me, slide my panties down, and jam your cock in my pussy. I wake up from my sleep and scream when I see you. I try to fight you off, but you continue to hold me down. Tears are running down my face as I beg for you to let me go. Are you done having your fun, yet? Of course not! But, you are going to let me go. You pull out your butcher knife and stab and slice to your cock’s content. The blood gushes from my organs as you mutilate my body. I die with my pussy bleeding and raw from the hard fucking that you gave me, as well as the bloody mess that was left with the rest of my body.

Indigo Loves hot and filthy Knife play!

Knife play phone sex

You pin me to the wall with your left hand. Your right hand pulls out a black strange object. I can not figure out what it is. There is a thrill of the unknown running through me. Welcome to my Knife play phone sex. 

With a flick the black becomes a handle to a 6 inch silver blade. You take the tip to my lips and watch as my pupils dilate. I can feel your cock grow and press against my leg. Slowly, dragging the knife down my chin to my collar bone. My breath quickens as you snag the fabric of my shirt with the tip of the blade. 

Quickly, you tear the fabric away using just the tip of that silver hard metal. You press the cod metal to my hard nipples, and my hips thrust towards your erection. There is still plenty of material left for you to cut away and you do not hesitate.