Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Killer Phone Sex Christmas Makes Your Snuff Fantasies Cum True

killer phone sexDid you have a killer phone sex Christmas? I sure did. I spent the holiday with a partner in crime, Bret. I met him on the dark net last year, and we have been hunting together ever since. He loves young nubile girls. The kind with no tits or hair on their pussies yet. I help him hunt. He pays me handsomely and he tips me well for my efforts. He wanted one this time barely talking and walking. The one he wanted for Christmas I had to snatch from an open bedroom window. A girl that young, would never be out alone. I climbed into her bedroom window, used some chloroform to insure she would not wake up and start crying. I took her to my accomplice’s house. He has a dungeon in his basement so he can explore his rape phone sex fantasies for such young girls with no one hearing her scream. She was a screamer too. That is because she was not much bigger than his cock, LOL. I was filming him tearing her little cunnie apart. She was a bleeder too. Her tender age flesh was turning raw as he thrust his monster meat deep down inside her tiny cunt and ass. You could see his cock snaking its way through her insides. It looked like she had swallowed a snake. I could see the outline of his cock in her tiny belly. My accomplice was in a sadistic mood. He wanted me to jack off his cock while it was inside our tiny victim. I got a knife from his kitchen and made an incision in her belly. I cut a hole in her stomach, put my hand in her belly and jacked his cock while it was inside her. There was so much warm blood flowing through my fingers. It ended up as a snuff porn. A little holiday snuff flick between friends is a great Christmas gift.

Snuff Phone Sex is a Merry Christmas for This Sick Bitch

snuff phone sexMerry Christmas with snuff phone sex. Who is the annoying twat we are going to kill and fuck on Christmas day? I hate the holidays. They fill me with rage. It is not a jealous rage either. I have family and friends. I just do not get sappy or emotional ever, especially not on the holidays. As a little girl, I watched two grown women fist fight over a Furby Doll in a Walmart. I never believed in Santa. I was a logical thinker even as a little squirt. I grew up seeing commercialism dictate holidays, and that soured me on Christmas. Not to mention all the naughty boys and girls who think they deserve some expensive gift because you know them. I hate brats. To me, holidays are about taboo phone sex, specifically, killing one needy, entitled brat at a time. I have a holiday tradition. I break into a house on Christmas Eve and kill the little ones in the house. It is just a random act of violence that never gets solved. I traveled out of state this year to kill a little girl and her brother in the bed where they laid. No one will suspect me either. I come and go in the night and leave no trace. I butchered the babes as they slept. I put a pillow over their mouths as I stabbed them to death in their sleep as they dreamt of sugar plums and Santa’s sleigh bringing them gifts. It was not Santa’s reindeer, however, that they heard on the roof, but this sick bitch who came to ruin Christmas for their family. It is my holiday tradition. We all need holiday traditions, right? I just wish I had an accomplice phone sex partner to help me kill and fuck those young babes in bed. I do not need an accomplice, but I am feeling cheerful this holiday and think we could spread some cheer and mayhem together. What do you think?

You Love Fucking Dead Sluts

Necrophilia phone sex

 

I am nothing to you. I was nothing you when you cornered me in the park at night, got out your big steak knife and sliced my throat, a steady stream of blood spurting from the wound, with ease, and I am nothing now as I lay dead before you. This is the perfect opportunity for you to fuck a dead body, fresh from your kill. I dressed for easy access, which makes it easier for you to rip off my panties, lift up my skirt and force your cock into my pussy. Your precum is making my dead pussy wet and allowing you to slide in and out of it as fast as you please. You love fucking this body, especially as it is about to get cold. It is just a fuck toy for you to use, was never a person. If I wanted to be treated like a person, I wouldn’t be dressed like a whore. If I were still able to feel my body in the afterlife, I would enjoy your abuse. You bet my deceased pussy is getting wet right now from being abused by you. Use me like the cum dumpster I am. 

Bondage Phone Sex is Never Boring or Basic with a Coke Whore

bondage phone sexIt is never just bondage phone sex with me. I should know better by now, but I do not appear to learn from my mistakes. I blame the coke. I get so high that my memory is bad. But it is also tunnel vision. I get desperate for a fix, especially around the holidays. I need more coke than normal to get through the holidays. The stress of shopping. The stress of my in-laws. The stress of trying to act like a normal woman is just too much. Cocaine is mommy’s little helper. I was looking at the city paper for photo shoots and other seedy things to make some money. I am not skilled for much other than being a whore. Being good at snuff sex does not translate into real world experience that will make me any money, LOL. I am a whore. Now, I make good money as a snuff whore, but I do not get paid daily and I need coke daily. I am not good with money which is why my husband forced me to get a job. But phone sex does not support my habit. I can out coke Al Pacino in Scarface. I have been doing coke more than half my life. I found a bondage model ad and I applied. It seemed off. It was in a seedy house in the rough part of town. When you are a druggy whore, however, nothing is too seedy for a fix. I was hired on the spot and almost immediately tied up. A bunch of men of mixed races were standing around me naked. Huge cocks dangling in my face. Another gangbang rape porn moment in the books. They pounced on me while I was tied down. Multiple cocks in a hole at a time. They pissed on me. They made me eat their hairy, musky assholes. They slapped me. They dripped hot wax all over my body too. For hours. No one was taking pictures. This was not a photo shoot. This was another dumb bitch moment. After hours of abuse, they let me go but I go no money. Just laughter. Now, I am back to square one looking for coke. I will do anything you want for a fix.

Needles, Forceps And Knives Oh My! Sadistic Phone Sex!

Sadistic Phone Sex

Sadistic phone sex comes in various shapes and sizes. Today I got the chance to encounter a bit of needle torture mixed with some blood play and super rough anal sex. I just love being torn into by a super strong Dominant older man. You should have heard how wet he made my pussy when he was touching me.

Just the feeling of being tortured while having a huge cock rail me like a dirty little skank really gets my engine going. Just feeling the needle piercing my nipple as he tells me how to self-mutilate myself. The golden push pin runs through the center. All of the painful feelings combined into one incredibly blissful experience.

What kind of super naughty dangerous things would you like to do to me? Knives, needles, other dangerous items?

Lolita Murder phone sex Fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies

Lolita Murder phone sex Fantasies. Your hard cock is strained and untouched, you need a hot whore and some little lolita to get tortured to cum to! So, you call my snuff lines and get ready to fap that big dick. I answer, naked and horny while I touch my hot and wet pussy with a cute lolita whore. “I’ll rape her nice and rough for you, daddy! ~” I say before shoving my fingers into that little bitch, popping her cherry. Her pussy juices and blood run down my fingers while I brutally fingerbang her to please your hard cock. She screams and cries, begging for me to stop, but I don’t. Your cock is close to cumming, then you tell me to kill that whore. Hehe! I love to murder sweet lolita’s. Torture phone sex always makes my dripping wet fuckhole squirt! I take my big kitchen knife and put it to her throat. She’s so scared, I can’t help but to cum and squirt all over the whore’s body and take a quick piss all over it! Mm, I slowly slit that little slut’s neck, watching the blood pour from her thin and soft skin. She gurgles and chokes all over her blood, before she slowly fades into exquisite death.

Why I Hate Christmas……

Violent Phone SexUnlike most people I will spend my Christmas being brutalized by my brother and father! My daddy is one sick and sadistic monster now that my mom has been dead for five years, my brother is just like him too. Ever since mom died on Christmas, leaving me and my older brother with our perverted daddy, we have been his victims ever since. Eventually after enough violent abuse my brother just joined in on beating me and the force fucking never stopped once it began. I’d be forced to take daddy’s hard cock because he said it was my fault mommy is dead, eventually I started to accept that I was a bad daughter. I started to like the pain and even looked forward to daddy stuffing his cock in all my holes…

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are Not Just For Men

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. I am not talking about men wanting to force me to fuck. I would cut a guy’s dick off for even thinking of fucking me against my will. I mean I have rape fantasies for young girls too. I can force my fist or a dildo into a little slut and make her scream. I saw this little cock teasing slut at the mall the other night. I am a Goth girl. Most little girls think of me as Wednesday Addams. This girl was hanging out in Starbucks getting men to buy her drinks. I observed her for a while and decided that she needed taught a lesson. Girls who use men like t hat give the rest of bad names. Plus, they just perpetuate the myth that if a man buys a girl something he owns her. I do not use men. I am a self-sufficient bitch. But I did follow that teen whore to the bus stop and offered her a ride home. She clearly was never told not to take rides from strangers. I am a Gothic phone sex bitch.  If she knew a fraction of the crazy shit that I have done she never would have gotten into the car with me. Not my fault she is a dumb cunt, lol. I took her to my cabin in the woods. I told her I could make her a scream queen. She just thought it was an audition for a mainstream horror movie. Not exactly mainstream. I made her a special drink with a roofie in it. Soon she was easy prey. While she was out of it, I turned the camera on and fucked her with a huge dildo.  She was going to be a scream queen, just for a teen rape porn, not a horror flick. I ravaged her teasing fuck holes. The girl was a virgin which shocked me. The way she was dressed and acting told me she was a little whore. But all the blood oozing from her cunt and ass told me she was all talk. I have her in a cage in my basement. I am not done with her yet. Thought maybe you might want to use her too.

Lets watch Santa Snuff movies

 

Rape phone sex fantasies

 

Mr. Old St. Nick is nothing but a dirty fucking pervert who preys on littles! I went to the mall today and saw rugrats or rather say, victims sitting on Santa’s lap.. I immediately began to have flashbacks of how he used to touch me and became filled with rage.. When I was younger that dirty old fat pig used to rub his tiny boner on my ass.. My parents never believed me! I was so traumatized I used to have nightmares about Santa.

I had no idea he wasn’t real yet, so I used to stay up all night.. to try and catch him! I dreamt of gutting his fat sloppy belly.. No matter how long I stayed up, that disgusting turd always managed to drop the presents off without me seeing him.. That was until I came up with the idea to poison his milk and cookies.. I wound up killing my dad! Ever since, I’ve had this burning hate for Santa Clause..

I got a job at the mall as Santa’s helper! News flash: Santa’s gone missing from Duxbury Mall… I chopped his dick off then shoved it down his throat and beheaded him. That fucking Fatso couldn’t fit in my trunk so I had to slice his stomach open and feed his guts to the onsite reindeer. As far as his head, I put it on a sharpened candy cane with his penis hanging out of his crusty lips and left it on his throne.

To all the littles out there, Santa’s not real! He’s nothing but a crusty old white man dressed in red, who legally gropes on lolitas. He pretends to be getting you what you want; only so he can wet his trousers from having your little butts seated on his saggy nut sack. I won’t allow anyone else to become a victim to his creepy old ways. I am in the mood for Ass rape porn, while having Killer phone sex and fantasizing about having Sex with dead bodies. I fucking hate Christmas! 

Domination Phone Sex is Not Something I am a Stranger Too

domination phone sexI am no stranger to domination phone sex. I have been a submissive bitch for ions. I am not sure where it began. I never had a master in my life. I have not been owned. Well, I guess I am owned by cocaine. I think that is the root of my submissiveness. I will do anything for coke. This guy I was partying with last night told me I had to earn my coke. I am no stranger to earning it. Been trading my fuck holes forever to get a fix. At first things were not that bad. He would tell me to masturbate with toys or a beer bottle. Things I do when I am sober, LOL. But then he was getting more fucked up and it was like he switched to being an ass rape porn director. Suddenly, he only wanted things in my ass. Big things in my ass too. He had me go around the house and find objects to stretch and gape my asshole with. I had a wine bottle, a rolling pin and a big shampoo bottle. This was his house, not mine, so I did not really have my usual things like a curling iron and big dildos. He had me put things in my ass and cunt at the same time. He got out his phone and started filming me saying things like I am a worthless cunt. He was getting into my show. He put the camera on automatic and set it on the table because he wanted to double fist me. He said a fist for my pink and a fist for my stink. He was so far up each hole that he could lift me up off the ground. Now I was being held in the air by two fists. It was pure torture that I endure just to get some coke. He did not give me as much as I had hoped. But I got some and that is better than none. I am a slave for cocaine. Promise me coke, and I will be your taboo phone sex whore.