I’ve recently become informed in medical fetish phone sex! Oh my god it’s so hot and so fun! Being creative of all the fun and sadistic things you can do! Having a little girl like me as a patient or accomplice, we will have loads of sadistic fun together! It won’t just stop their either. I’ll take it as far as we can go with all the nasty and scary situations I put myself into. Aren’t you ready to hear about the true painful torture of such a hot tight body? Dominating someone like me or using me to dominate another poor little girl as we rip into her precious body seeing all the torturous things we can get away with on doing to her precious body. Let me be your sexy nurse while we bring some little ladies in for you to play with! Roleplay with me and make the hot fantasy come to life with my moans and screams baby!
Category: Sadistic phone sex
Snuff Phone Sex Lover
He called my line for snuff phone sex. He was in love with me. I have no use for him. Guys like this are a dime a dozen. The ones that don’t understand my sadistic nature are always in for a rude awakening.
The fact that this one was married and had a daughter made things fun for me. I’m like a serial killer. I’m sadistic and that means I have needs. These needs a rather dark, twisted, and morbid.
So, when I told him that to prove his love for me he needed to kill them. His wife and his daughter needed to die. The only way that we could be together was forming a blood bond. That blood bond is what excites me as it’s the blood of his daughters fantasy raped cunt on his daddy dick that excites me.
He was to violate and destroy her. That was the way he needed to prove himself. I don’t want another mans baggage. Lynch the bitches after we destroy them. The bonfire of his transformation. He is now my partner in murder, mayhem, and madness. We destroy small things with big mouths.
Cowboy killers
Cowboy killers are the term used for full flavor cigarettes that ranch hands smoke. Its a slow death but I can get behind that! I want to kill you slowly by my knife cutting into your flesh and bleeding you out slowly. I do smoke and enjoy using my smokes to burn your balls and thighs if I am so inclined and I am inclined all the time. I am sadistic and twisted in my desires to hurt you. I believe that some men need a little castration after masturbation. And my snuff whore heart always takes it to the extreme and wants to kill you by the blade of my knife. Are you balls worthy to stay on your body? Have you been evil enough? Perhaps you should bring us a nice young play thing and I will let you keep you balls. Then again I am a ball slicer and dicer, I wouldn’t want to cut them off just yet when its the perfect canvas for pain! Are you down to accomplice with me or would you prefer my own sick and twisted torture on your body?
With all my demonic hate,
Jezebel,
the murder phone sex fantasies queen of the night!
Accomplice Phone Sex for Rape Fantasies of My Sons
I do not get to do accomplice phone sex often, but when I do it is always hot. Most of my callers just want to use me, even kill and torture me. Very rarely do I get lucky enough to be a partner in crime, and almost never do I get to be an accomplice for force fucking my own sons. Men rarely admit to me their P desires for my two young sons. Usually, I am offering up my niece or pretending to have daughters. This guy had a hot scenario. One that left me wet and masturbating the rest of the night. My sons thought there was an intruder. They were clueless that I had helped stage the entire thing. I even let the intruder inside the house because he was my accomplice. He acted like he was going to assault me. I screamed loudly and my little boys came to mommy’s aid just like good little boys. That was when he flipped the tables. He told my boys that if they did not get naked, he would kill me. Is it wrong that I got wet over the fact that I knew my assailant had rape phone sex fantasies for my boys, not me? He told my sons to bend over the edge of the bed. I knew just where this was going but they did not. I acted mortified and scared which was hard to do when my cunt was dripping wet. My pussy was giving off that musky arousal scent that I feared would give me away. He fucked my oldest boy fist. His first cock in his ass. I wanted to masturbate, but I restrained myself. I cried and pleaded for my attacker to take me instead of the boys, but he fucked them until they pleaded for mercy. And just like that, my attacker came and left. His cum was dripping out of my sons’ buttholes and they were crying. I was fake crying and praising my boys for protecting their mommy. I feel just a tad guilty for enjoying every moment of the assault on their asses.
Shall We Burn Them?
Damn…. Daddy was feeling really naughty last week. I had picked up some hours as a volunteer of sorts at the local hospital. It was for the less fortunate, those without family or anyone to monitor what was going on. It was full of cute little things with flat chests, bubble butts and sweet bald cunts. Daddy was in heaven when I received a key to their nightly quarters. We planned to enter and retrieve a few of them and have some fun before the sun came up. As they lay asleep daddy picked two cute little blondes to enjoy. I had daddy pick one up and I picked up the other and we headed to a more private area. A soundproof room that is never checked. They were still a little groggy as we ripped their clothes off. He was feeling evil and soon I found myself body slamming and stomping and choking those little shits. Hell, he even had me put the spiky heel of my boot in one’s eyes and push until her eyeball popped out. If you have never seen that it is a must. Blood and goo – damn. Of course, as they lay beaten and bloody his cock was rock hard. I was soaking wet too, so I unzipped his pants and sucked his cock before climbing on top of him and riding him until I came all over him. He didn’t cum in me though. He pulled out and squirted those bodies lying on the floor. Then it was time to get rid of their lifeless bodies. You do know that these hospitals have crematoriums, don’t you?
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies in a Dive Bar Bathroom
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? I know I do. Men always do. I look like the blonde bimbo of their dark and wet dreams. That is what this preppy looking man told me as he was duct taping my hands behind my back. I was in a bar having drinks. I was by myself. I was there looking to pick up a man. The guy I was talking too seemed nice. That was until I excused myself to the bathroom and he followed. He pushed his way into the one stall woman’s bathroom and locked the door. The music was loud so I knew no one would hear my screams if anyone would care. He came prepared. He duct taped my mouth and my hands. He even bound my ankles with the duct tape. He bent me over the dirty toilet. This was a dive bar. Girls had puked and pissed on the seat. The smell was awful. I was trying hard not to puke from the stench because I would choke on my vomit with the duct tape over my mouth. He pushed my face into the shit stained dive bar toilet. While my face was in the crapper, he treated my ass like an ass rape porn star’s ass. He put his hands around my neck and choked me while he fucked me. He sodomized my asshole. Not for long. Even with drunk dick, however, he still shot a load in me. He was a predator preying on drunk women in the bar. He left me. He came and he went, leaving me bound by the duct tape on a dirty bar bathroom floor. Some drunk chicks found me and thought I had done that to myself. That laughed at the drunk whore and left me there too. I was not saved until the janitor came in the middle of the night after the bar had shut down. Too late to find the asshole who did that to me.
Evil phone sex whore Stephanie
I love meeting new masters to serve, on my evil phone sex calls. I’ll do anything to please the one who owns this slutty whore pussy. My last master had me take on a job at a special care center. I made sure that he had access to a buffet of perfect, tiny little brats to torture and abuse. No one suspected a thing the entire time when my boyfriend would swing by and see me at work. No one knew that we were shopping and picking out the perfect torture doll. We waited and planned, until my last day at work. I had him park his van out back and wait for me to walk right out of the back door with that tiny slut. Once we had her in the van, he sunk his knife straight through her tiny chest, pinning her to the floor as he savagely ripped her little clothes right off of her body. As soon as she tried to scream, I crammed her tiny panties in her mouth and pushed them down her little throat. I did exactly as he had instructed me to do and held her little legs up over her head as he forced fucked that tiny slut and exploded into her perfect, tight pussy. After he was finished with her, I slit her throat and tossed her over the bridge on my way out of town. Now, on to my next victim.
Bloody Phone Sex is Bloody Hot
Bloody phone sex is bloody hot. I am not squeamish at the site of blood. I love blood. I discovered this at a young age. I was a schoolgirl when I had my first kill. I did not kill animals like most sociopaths, however. I did not target sex workers or the homeless either. I wanted a fair fight, even at my young age. I killed predators. I would get on my dad’s computer and look for where the registered sex offenders lived that were nearby. There were a lot. Did you know that when sex offenders must register where they live, it list their sex crimes and ages of their victims? It was not that felt like I had to defend little girls and boys like me. I hate brats. I hated them then and I hate them now. It was that as I was developing my dark side, I was looking for a fair fight and I wanted to kill someone no one cared about. I wanted to kill people that had a lot of enemies to generate more suspects for the crime. Even as a little girl, I was smart about killing. My first victim was a man 4 blocks away from where I lived. He had sodomized many little boys. Spent 20 years in prison and was out. I cased his place for weeks. No one lived with him, so only maybe his parole officer would look for him. I broke in a few times because I was tiny enough to get in and out of the doggy door. I knew he stilled liked little boy dick. He had stacks of illegal magazines and videos. One night, I crawled through the doggy door and stabbed him to death in his bed. Blood went everywhere because he was a fat fuck. He choked on his own blood. He was shocked to see such a young girl wielding such a big knife. I carved Pervert on his forehead and justice on his chest. No way this crime was getting blamed on a little schoolgirl who lived down the lane. It never did. To this day it is unsolved like many of my snuff porn victims. I love to kill, and I love a bloody mess. A fair fight is not always required because I do love mutilating tender age flesh too.
Gangbang Rape Phone Sex
Be quiet! That’s all I heard before I felt a rough hand on my mouth and a pain in my head. I woke up in a room full of grown men with huge cocks. Cocks of all different sizes. They stole me away from my home and brought me here to be their little slut. Who wouldn’t love being a whore victim to a bunch of big cocks like this. I was surrounded and immediately forced to suck on their dicks. I lubed them up being messy with the spit on their rock hard cocks as the began bending, flipping and touching me all over. I cried and screamed out as they stretched out all of my holes. They all started in my mouth before shoving them in my fresh holes. I eventually had been stretched so much that I bled and they used it for lube. I ended up having multiple big dicks in my pussy. Finally after all of it they left me covered in a mix of all their cum and some of my own blood after taking me. Now I belong to all eight maybe nine huge cocks every night.
Ass Rape Porn Star for a Soccer Dad
Anytime any of my callers watches an ass rape porn, they think of me. I am very anal. It is not so much that I love anal sex. I discovered a niche to get coke or to get money for coke. Here is the reality. Men pay for what their wives will not give them. Wives do not give up the booty. That is what mistresses, paid whores and dirty coke heads like me are for. Most men in my community know that I will give up my ass for money or coke. Normally, I am a dirty anal whore for really dark men. Sometimes, married men in the community hit me up on social media offering me some coke or money. Terry was this guy I know through my boys. He is the father of one of their friends. He has never fucked a woman in the ass before. He had heard a rumor about me and wanted to know if it was true. He told me a friend gave him some coke and he does not partake and asked for a trade. I met him at this no tell motel so no would find out. I never felt safer about being some guy’s anal whore before. I knew this guy. He was not a coke head. He was not a gang banger. He was not a master type either. When I arrived, he jumped me. Started choking me violently. He ripped my clothes off and fucked the life out of me. I never saw it coming. He was a soccer dad, and he fisted my asshole and made me bleed and prolapse. I was screaming but, in that motel, no one comes to help. I needed help too because as it turns out suburban dads are the most brutal men around.