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Let Santas helpers In yoru home to Rape Fantasy your family!

Home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex for men who tell their brats Santa is real. Letting a fat, hairy man in your home once a year to give them gifts? I bet he wants to give him his nice candy cane right in those little chimneys. So If you let your fucking brats believe a man can sneak in the house, I can exploit that to my best interest.  As your new student, I think it’s time for me to come and visit teacher’s house during the holidays. I mean, you did fuck me in the ass in a supply closet. So I think I should repay the kindness. And with sexy wife, little girl and teen boy we should have a lot of fun.

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Breaking in your house around a holiday is bringing the gift of good orgasms for Big Daddy. I know you like I’m young baby because look at me, I would never pass for 18. You want to fuck my ass so much, I think you want to fuck your daughter’s ass and your son wants to fuck your wife. I’ll bring some big enforcements to help your wife get some massive cock just as well as your girl. Hey, do what I say, or they will get this knife cross their throats. Don’t fucking play with me, get me what I want. Because I think Daddy needs some cock from his son and my accomplice too! Don’t worry, daddy, I won’t forget you. I’ll make sure everyone gets their share of cock. Now, let’s get this show on the road.

Torture sex for young daughters

My uncle was a sadistic fuck with a big dick. Therefore, he was able to make a lot of nasty whores do whatever he wanted, even Torture sex with young daughters. It was like he put them on his sadistic spell. “I’ll only stick my big cock in underage holes” he told one of them. She wanted to see his cock so bad; she sacrificed her daughter. “Fuck my daughter, I hate being a mother anyways” she said pointing at her young little brat. Your mouth waters, seeing her little body lying there with just a shirt and panties on.

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You hand over a knife to her and say, “put it to her neck”. That way she would have to do what we want. “Cut her clothes off” you tell her and that is what she does. As soon as you see her young body naked you pounce on her. After she opens her eyes and tries to scream you ram your cock in her mouth. While you fuck her little mouth, her mommy holds the knife to her chest. While she cries, she chokes on your big pervy cock. Her mommy was just happy to see your big dick getting sucked.

That mommy mouth and pussy watered as she thought about fucking and sucking your cock. “Open her legs” you demand her to do to her own daughter. Since her cunts was hot and horny she wanted to see how hard you fuck. So, she didn’t care to open her legs really wide for your Rape phone sex fantasies. Knowing her mommy needed to see your rip her little daughter open with your big cock, made your ram deep inside her.

You could hear the ripping of her hymen, and it just turn you both on. Her mommy’s pussy was so wet she was dripping down her legs. “Fuck yourself with the knife” you tell the mommy slut. She starts pushing the bud of the knife up her cunt. She fucked herself as hard as you fucked her daughter’s cunt. After some more hard bloody fucking you both orgasmed. Then she pushed her body cut hand up her daughter’s cunt to scoop your thick semen out of her and ate it. By this time her daughter was snuffed from you choking her. But that’s what always makes you cum.

Rage Doll’s Christmas Punishment

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It’s Christmas, and this rage doll is tied up like a fucking turkey, ready to be stuffed and roasted. My wrists and ankles are bound, making me helpless, just the way I like it. I’m a filthy slut, craving degradation, and I want that dick inside me, in every hole, until I scream.

You approach, your hard cock leading the way, and I moan, “Fuck my ass, you sadistic bastard! Shove it in like you mean it!” With one swift thrust, you impale my tight asshole, stretching me wide, making my eyes water from the intense pleasure-pain.

“Please, spank this worthless cunt,” I beg, desperate for more. You oblige, delivering sharp slaps that turn my pussy lips into swollen, red pillows. Each strike sends a jolt of desire through my body, making me yearn for more abuse. My clit throbs, begging for attention, while your cock pounds my ass relentlessly.

This Christmas, I’m a gift, ready to be unwrapped and used. Keep fucking my holes, spank me till I’m sore, and let me be the rage doll you desire. It’s the perfect fucking gift for us both!

 

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.

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.

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.

 

Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Fantasy Phone Sex With A Hot Dom

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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.