Category: Sadistic phone sex

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.

Cannibalism phone sex grants me access to yummy cock flesh

Cannibalism phone sex will take you where you need to be. Right in my mouth baby. I’ve been called many things – a deviant, a pervert, a siren of sin – but I prefer to think of myself as a connoisseur of carnal delights. My lair is a place where the forbidden becomes possible, where the line between pleasure and pain is blurred, and where the ultimate release can only be found in the darkest corners of the human imagination.Cannibalism phone sex

Let me paint a picture for you – you lay before me, your heart pounding in your chest as you gaze upon my sharp ass teeth, each one a reminder of the fate that awaits your cock. You’re sweating, trembling, but you can’t deny the thrill that courses through your veins as you submit to me, your dominatrix.

And then, with a wicked grin, I sink my teeth into your shaft. The pain is intense, but it’s quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that courses through your entire being. Your mind reels as I tear through your skin, indulging your Snuff sex desires and leaving you gasping for more.

I can hear you now, begging for more, pleading for me to chomp on your cock flesh. And as I clean my teeth, savoring the taste of your release, I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This is what I live for, blood pouring down my chin and fresh cock flesh in my teeth.

 

Domination Phone Sex Includes Extreme Ball Busting

domination phone sexDomination phone sex goes two ways with a sexy switch. You can be my slave. Or I can be your whore. Although most men want me as their sexy submissive sex slave, a few like a blonde buxom babe dominating them. When I met Ivan, he appeared submissive. We met at the strip club. He wanted some extreme cock and ball torture. However, I could not bust his nuts at the club. Men will not come to see naked girls if they think we castrate patrons, LOL.

So, I arranged to meet Ivan at his place the next day. And I understood the assignment. He wanted his nuts deflated. And he wanted to feel pain. He lost his mistress when she got married and moved away. But I resemble her, so he made me an offer I could not refuse. No skin off my nose if you want your balls busted. It’s the holidays. We all need more cash.

When I arrived at his place, I felt like I was entering a castle. Huge house. More like a mansion. And he had a BDSM room with everything I needed for extreme cock and ball torture sex. It seems to me that the rich fuckers enjoy the kink lifestyle the most. Money can buy you anything. Even ball busting. I sported my stripper heels. And my spiked heels allowed me to kick him in the balls repeatedly until he crumbled to the floor in pain. Just what he wanted.

Extreme Ball Busting Might Be My Favorite Kink

But his threshold for pain seemed out of this world. When he finally hit the floor, I kicked him in the groin some more before I did a little dance on his old hairy nuts. As a self-proclaimed chronic masturbator and predator, he wanted me to neuter him. So, I did. I put a castration band around his nuts while I trampled on his balls. Eventually they turned blue and purple. And they deflated too.

I did not cut his balls off, but I did ruin them. Now, he will have deflated balls for the rest of his life. They may even just fall off his body one day. But do not feel sorry for him. He paid me for castration phone sex. And I just gave him what he wanted.

Rena Is a Dirty Accomplice Phone Sex Whore

Accomplice Phone Sex is my favorite. I also love a good p-daddy when I have calls. It reminds me of my upbringing and how my family loved to play with me. I was the only girl in a family of mainly men.  My mom was a whore that daddy got pregnant and she kept working and daddy wanted to do his thing too.  A lot of times, I had to take on mommy’s duties since she was out fucking other men to put food on the table.  So daddy taught me from a young age that I was nothing more than holes for his cock and eventually nothing more than holes for other mens cock to use and abuse.

That’s what I’ve been taught and I love putting it to good use.  Every guy I’m with knows we have no consent, they are able to fuck any hole they want, anytime.  I could be asleep, working, out somewhere. They are free to come get me and demand me to be the cum dumpster they need in order to get their balls drained into my tight cunt.  Boy they sure love a small asian girl. Some tell me I look a lot younger which gets their cocks hard. I am attracted to mainly p-dadAccomplice phone sexdy’s because we can find that young pussy together and I am an assett to them because girls trust me. I look young and trustworthy. Parents even ask me to watch their rugrats and I then invite guys over to play with them and groom them together.

I make a great accomplice, bottom line. If you need help in your fantasy getting away with the dirty things in your mind in our fantasies, give Rena a call. No judgment zone here for sure just here to help get my pussy wet and your cock to explode.

I am More Than My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, I am His Cash Cow Too

ass rape pornOnce again, he turned me into his ass rape porn star. My son loves to abuse his mommy. But I know he loves me. He needs to stream our sessions for money to support his old druggy whore mother. He had some of that new coke I wanted to try called pink coke. And he joked about turning my face into a cunt for a taste of that new coke. Recently, he got me Botoxed lips. Like huge lips. Pink coke for pink lips, he joked some more.

He let me bury my face in that new primo coke. But, not for long. He yanked my hair to pull me off the coke. Then he skull fucked his mommy whore’s cunt face. But at least I remembered to take my teeth out first. Oh, did I mention he skull fucked me upside down? The blood rushed to my head as I slurped and gulped on his cock. Eventually, he lowered me closer to the floor so he could skull fuck me into it. Oral torture sex. He let me have some skinny powder before I became his punching bag.

My Son Turned My Face into His Cunt

A few punches to my face left me with two black eyes. And his streaming audience loved that because I heard the tips roll in. My face turned black, blue and purple. He loves to give mommy violent makeovers. And his viewers love watching it.  As I showed off my swollen face to the subscribers, more tips rolled in.

He tossed me back down on the floor and sat on my face. This forced me to suck on his asshole. When I did not lick fast enough or deep enough, he began punching me. My tits, my ribs and the side of my face, anything but my sniffer he punched.  After a while of being his punching bag, he told me it was ass sleeve time. And I knew what that meant. I pushed out my pink prolapse for his amusement. Always his amusement. My ass sleeve became his condom. But of course, he zip tied my prolapse first.

However, he did let me snort some more coke before he put a plastic bag over my head. Lucky for me, the plastic bag had some coke in it. As I snorted what coke he put in the bag, I endured more donkey punches to my head and stomach. The plastic started to stick to my face as my oxygen depleted. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he punched the back of my head. I thought I might take my last breath ever with that plastic bag over my head. Suddenly, suffocation phone sex seemed close.

My Boy Gives Me Violent Makeovers

But right as I was about to pass out, he took the bag off my head and let me breathe in some air and more coke. And I could hear the chimes roll in. His audience loves to watch him give mommy a violent makeover. By this time, my makeup appeared smeared all over my face. As he punched my tits and the back of my head some more, I felt my brain cells leave my body. I could see stars at this point. But the coke made the pain worth it.

Just when I thought it might be over, he put another bag over my head. But this time he cut a hole in the bag for his cock. I thought I might get doubly suffocated by the bag and his cock. But he pissed in the bag, forcing me to drink his urine. Of course, he gave me more punches to the head. And my makeup smeared even more on round two with the plastic bag. My mouth became my son’s cunt again as he skull fucked me some more.

Finally, he took the bag off for the second time and pushed my face into the big bowl of coke. And I thought I might inhale it all. But he pulled it away from the bowl so he could contort my body. He bent me like a pretzel. My legs do not bend the way he wanted. But he still forced my legs behind my head. And I felt that pain. My arthritis doesn’t let me get into all those crazy poses.

He Bent My Body Like a Pretzel

He pulled my meaty cunt lips open, and I thought he might fist me. But I did not get that lucky. Instead, he fucked my pee hole. As he fucked it, I took a few jabs to the ribs. But more tips rolled in. In the contorted pose he forced me in, he could pick me up like a bowling ball. And he did just that. He put a finger in my pink prolapsed ass and my cunt and tossed me across the room. I bounced off the wall and crumbled to the floor.

As he pondered where to cum, he fist punched my face. He calls it beating mommy beautiful. I took some more punches to the ribs too. Finally, he came all over my face which had already turned various shades of black, blue and purple. My eyes swelled shut to the point that I could not see. But once my violent makeover concluded, he gave me the rest of the big bowl of pink skinny powder. My boy loves me. He just needs me to be his cash cow sometimes.

Blasphemy Phone Sex: Worth Burning In Hell For

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Blasphemy phone sex demolishes everything you consider sacred. If you are going to be on your knees in a pew, then I will be in front of you wearing a nun’s habit with no underwear on. You can eat sister whore’s holy cunt. I mean, licking my juicy fucking snatch is definitely a sacrament honey. Now stroke your cock and pray that you get to fuck this junkie whore until the virgin Mary’s blessed pussy tears stream out of me. There won’t be any immaculate conception or reception if you don’t put your dick inside this pussy that’s seen more dicks than Catholic boys fucked up the ass. The whore holy cunt needs a thick long dick, preferably from a devil worshiping cannibal like you to fuck it really good. Don’t tell me you need me to crucify you on the cross to cum? I’ll gladly hammer a few spikes in your palms and feet, then fuck you hard and fast, until I squirt the blood of christ all over your damn dick. If I do get knocked up, we can see if the bishop will baptize our bastard baby in a snake pit. Now, fuck me all night with your spear of destiny ,since I’m no fucking angel.

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.

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

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Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Kidnapping Phone Sex Is Wicked Fun

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Kidnapping phone sex always gets me hot. What could be better than having some motherfucker wrapped up in a burlap sack, mouth duct taped and bound? I don’t even bother to take the tape off their hands and ankles because The Pimp of Pain likes it that way. If I’m what he considers too lenient or nice, it’s my ass, if you know what I mean. So, I remove the sack and let them squirm like fish on a hook. That’s when he comes in with his big fucking thirteen inch dick ready to fuck the shit out of them. I get the cattle prod because that’s what I’m there for. A zap on the fuckin’ cunt or balls always get them screaming. Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra nasty, I put it in a pussy or asshole and fuck them first while pop jerks off over their faces. He really loves to start pissing all over a wiggling body and tell them that nobody’s coming for them. All the pathetic losers can do then is cry. I enjoy the shit out of fileting an ass and ramming the prod deep up into their guts and smelling the burning flesh. Damn, maybe next time pop will let me use the spiked strap-on ’cause this has me all wet.