Category: Sadistic phone sex

Violent phone sex with an evil slut

violent phone sex

I’m ready to rub my pussy to your most evil and violent phone sex fantasies. My favorite caller makes my whore cunt drip when we talk about torturing his ex, Kyleigh. She left him for another man and he can’t stop obsessing over it.

I fuel his rage by reminding him that she’s probably sucking Alex’s cock while we’re talking about mutilating her.

I’m trying to convince him to finally go hunt her down and snuff her out. He can call me for instructions once he gets to her. I want to listen and be telling him the most evil and hateful things as he slides his sharpest blade through her throat.  We’ve fantasy fucked this slut so many times that it feels like practice at this point. I know exactly what he’s going to do to her when he finally gets his hands on her.

On our last call, I slit her throat and had him suck the blood as it spurted and sprayed from her neck. After getting a taste of her blood, he used his teeth to rip big chunks of her throat out. He chewed them up and then bit even more of her off. Her face, neck, tits and even nipples were shredded and destroyed. I was busy cutting her belly open and ripping out everything that I could grab with one hand.

My other hand was soaked in her blood and I was using it to rub my slutty pussy.

Together, we chopped and ripped that whore’s head off and then mutilated every inch of her beyond recognition.  One day I’ll be on the phone when he hunts her down for real and actually snuffs her out. I can’t wait to finger fuck my whore cunt and listen as he takes that stupid bitch’s life!

Gothic Phone Sex Play with a Worthless Whore like me!

Gothic Phone Sex

You need Gothic Phone Sex fun with a sexy Goth Whore like me!

Goth bitches love to be degraded and treated like shit.

You can completely own me and do whatever you want to all my holes.

Fuck me raw and treat me like a complete worthless whore.

Spit on me, pee on me, I am trash you get to fuck.

I will take all my punishments like the bad slut I’ve been.

Hit me hard and leave a mark across my face and ass.

I want everyone to know I am the whore you fuck whenever you need to.

Your girthy cock fits perfectly inside all my holes.

Ram it inside me again and again until I’m begging you to stop.

But don’t ever stop hurting me.

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Sometimes, I Dread Torture Phone Sex Calls

torture phone sexI often dread torture phone sex. Some of my callers possess sick minds. But then so do most men I meet. And I thought Derek might be different, but I should know better by now. He invited me to his place to party after the bar closed on Saturday night. I went to a more upscale bar this time because a friend of mine told me a lot of those young businessmen like to party and enjoy the company of a mature sexy woman.

Derek and I hit it off at the bar. He bought me fruity drinks all night and shared his cocaine at his private table too. He seemed generous with his money. And I thought going back to his place seemed safe. But he likely just put on an act to make me feel secure. Because when we got back to his place, it looked like some torture sex facility.

I saw sex swings and every BDSM equipment available. And this stuff decorated his penthouse suite. He did not feel ashamed for his kink. All his BDSM equipment seemed on display for the average person. And he promised me a big bag of cocaine if I let him use his new sex machine on me. He wanted to try it out on someone. He opened a closet and I saw the bricks of cocaine. Perhaps I came over to Pablo Escobar’s house.

I Should Learn No One is Safe

Honestly, I would have agreed to anything. I wanted my hands on his cocaine. And I told him I’d do anything he wanted if I could just have a brick. Perhaps, that serves as mistake number one. Never tell a stranger; never tell anybody, you’re willing to do anything for something. It shows desperateness and it makes you much more vulnerable to exploitation. Derek put me on his bed and introduced me to Lucy. This guy named his sex machine after his ex-wife.

But he didn’t start me off gradually. Well, in his mind he did because he made me suck it before I fucked it. Well, I didn’t fuck that machine. That machine fucked me. It went so fast in my mouth that I thought it might literally put a hole in the back of my head. And it almost did. I could taste the rubber and the smoke. Derek turned that machine up to its highest speed. And just when I thought that sex machine could not fuck me any harder, he made me bend over on the bed so it could fuck my pussy and ass.

Whatever Torture I Experience I Earn Coke to Forget About It

Thinking about that brick of cocaine got me through it. And the fact that I’ve done far worse and endured more pain and suffering in the past for less cocaine than a brick. This will give me a few months’ worth of cocaine and give my holes a chance to heal. At one point, that machine fucked me so hard I thought it might create another hole. This could’ve been snuff sex with anybody else. But for Derek, this served as entertainment. He got off watching his sex toy machine levitate this redheaded MILF off his bed.

I survived the night. But I do have skid marks on the inside of my pussy and ass. And I can still taste rubber in my mouth. However, he rewarded me with a brick of good shit to make me forget it all.

Torture sex for Mommy and Daddy’s little slut

Torture sex is a better rush than any drug out there. I’m no nasty druggy whore, but I do like to party, and I’ve tried pretty much everything.

When I met Daddy, I knew all I needed was him and a screaming little victim on his cock.Torture sex

He’s like the only one who really understands me. Like, I just fucking hate everything, and there are just so many stupid fucking people out there. And they all breed like crazy. I think that’s why it’s so easy for us to do what we want to do.

Find young victims with bald pussies and make them the little whore for the family. Daddy is so sick, he likes them when they are extra young and dumb. It’s often easy, and I have a talent for getting the right ones.

By the time they know they are in danger, it’s far too late. Daddy already has his dick out, and Mommy has the belt. I’ll whip them even if they do what I say the first time.

I love the sound of the leather slapping against their flesh. The louder they cry, the harder his cock gets.

He pretty much throat fucks them unconscious. I get to wake them up by pissing in their face because they still have more suffering to endure. It’s my turn to get sucked.

I shove that little face between my legs and make sure they lick it good. A few slaps in the face and spit in the eyes show them not to fuck with me. I’ll tell them if they enjoy eating out my cunt then the next part won’t hurt so bad.

Ha! Dumb little sluts always believe me, and that’s why he sticks it up their little shitholes. By the time we are done with these little Snuff sex sluts, there’s nothing left!

Men with Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Me Never Live

rape phone sex fantasiesMen who harbor rape phone sex fantasies for me never live. And if they do live, they live without their balls and sometimes even without their dicks. I think I spell it out very clearly in my blogs that I’m not some sex doll for you to use. I’m a dominant fucking bitch. And a sadistic one at that.

I’ve killed men for less than trying to force fuck me. Perhaps, you could say I possess Spider-Man senses. I always know when some pathetic little bitch boy tries to put something in my drink. Men never realize this, but they make a special kind of nail polish for women. And that nail polish changes colors when it encounters roofie drugs.

Of course, a woman invented that to keep other women safe. And in a way I’m a vigilante for women who I don’t even like. I’m not a clique kind of girl. So, I don’t really have a girl squad or anything. Perhaps you could say I’m equally mean to everyone. Something changed in the past year or so. Men feel more emblazoned to take what they want even when it’s not theirs to take.

Men Who Fantasize About Violating Me Never Live

Perhaps I just felt like killer phone sex. It didn’t take much this weekend for me to decide to kill a man. When I get in my murderous mood, I do my best to uphold a certain code. However, I am a less principled Dexter. I think even Dexter would agree Marcus deserved to die. Not only did I find Marcus on the brat offender list, but his rap sheet also appears to be at least a mile long. And it includes everything from armed robbery to drugs to sexual assault. Marcus might not have wronged me, but he rounded enough people to put him on my radar.

So, I hunted him this weekend and observed him in action. I observed a predator preying on drunk coeds. Now I’m not a fan of coeds in general. For the most part, they behave like rabid dogs. They would kill each other over a cute frat boy. Coeds seem self-absorbed, mean and shallow.

Marcus needed to go. Not necessarily because I wanted to champion drunk coeds. It’s just the principle of the matter. Taking advantage of drunk women, seems like a pussy move. Some men can only prey on women if they drug them because they can’t handle fighting a woman. My guess most women would neuter Marcus or at least punch him and kick him in the balls repeatedly trying to escape.

For Me, Its More About the Principle of the Matter. A Drugged Woman Does Not Equal a Fair Fight

I saw him putting something into a coed’s drink as I stood at the bar near them. So, I broke a glass to create a distraction and switched their drinks. Marcus became a sloppy drunk quickly, and I escorted him into my car and took him to my cabin in the woods where I mutilated his body. And tortured him for hours, eventually murdering him. But he deserved it. Actions have consequences.

When he woke up, he discovered himself naked, tied to a dining room table spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. And I told him what a dumb ass predator he was because he drank his own roofied drink. Even though I eventually killed this loser, he deserved castration phone sex first I wanted him to think he would survive, just without his balls. Perhaps you could say, I revoked his man card. He didn’t deserve his balls.

I am a Vigilante for Women I Despise

For hours, I carved up his flesh with various sharp instruments. I even carved off some of his flesh which I fed to my dogs and the wildlife nearby. Told you I’m a sick bitch. I enjoy torture. It feels empowering to torture a man like Marcus, who preys on the vulnerable. Honestly, my moral code does not appear close to Dexters. I didn’t really torture him and murder him to protect the future generation of women I could care less about. I hate vapid coeds. But I just felt like killing and torturing a man. And Marcus seemed the perfect mark.

Eventually, this predator died from the wounds I inflicted. And he died before I felt completely satisfied. Oops I did it again. Went a little too rough on him and killed him sooner than I wanted. But the wildlife behind my kill shack seemed excited for the food offering I gave them. Nature will always be the best accomplices when you need to get rid of a body. So, just remember, you can be my accomplice or my victim but if you try to make me your victim, you will be bear shit the next day.

Snuff Sex is The Best Mind Melting Insidious Odd Pleasures

Snuff sex is the ultimate high for me; it’s like a game of cat and mouse. First, I spot you slinking through the shadows, a pathetic creature driven by your filthy urges. No doubt, you think you’re hunting prey tonight, but you’re the one being tracked.
So, I follow your scent—cheap cologne and desperation—as you creep along the alley walls. Ultimately, your fingers twitch, hungry for something you’ll never touch. Just one second, I let you believe you’re in control for a few more strides.
Then, I step out from behind the dumpster. Therefore, you freeze, eyes wide, mouth slack. Obviously, you recognize the danger in my smile, the death glint behind my dark irises.
Of course, I don’t speak. After all, words are wasted on vermin. Instead, I tilt my head, inviting you to follow. And you do—because losers always follow the promise of forbidden pleasure.
Behind the abandoned warehouse, I stop. Then, I turn to see you’re panting, hands shaking, cock already half-hard in your pants. In fact, I see the hunger in your eyes, the expectation of some quick fuck in the dark.
Poor thing. You have no idea what I have planned.
First, I wrap my gloved hand around your throat. As I squeeze lightly, enough to make your breath catch. Oh, you think it’s foreplay, I feel your pulse hammering against my palm.
Then I whisper the directive: You’re going to die tonight, a slow death, and you’re going to thank me for it.
Next, I drag my knife across your belt, slicing it clean. Therefore, your pants drop to your ankles. Ultimately, you’re exposed, shivering, and confused. So, I press the blade flat against your thigh, then slide it upward, drawing a thin line of blood.

Snuff Sex Where The Night is My Playground

Now, you hiss, but I clamp my other hand over your mouth.
Next, I force you to your knees. While your legs are tangled in your fallen pants, useless. So, I kick them away, leaving you naked from the waist down. As the cold concrete bites into your kneecaps. While circling around my prey, I can’t help but laugh.
After that, I pull a length of rope from my pocket. Loop it around your wrists, cinch them tight behind your back. Of course, you’re struggling, but I’ve already got you. Finally, I yank the rope upward, forcing your shoulders back, arching your spine.
Then I shove you forward onto your face. Your cheek scrapes against the gravel.
Finally, I plant my boot on the back of your neck. Then press down until your skull grinds into the pavement and the stiletto heel penetrates your inner ear.
Meanwhile, your muffled screams vibrate through the soles of my boots as the blood swarms from your head. Now, I lean close, lips brushing your ruptured ear. Ultimately, I deliver the final directive: I’m going to peel the flesh from your bones with my scalpel right here and now.
In fact, you’ll feel every nerve ending burn. Then, when you’re nothing but a raw, weeping mess, I’ll leave you here for the rats.
No sex. Just the hunt, the catch, and the slow, beautiful destruction.
Snuff sex

Fuck Me to Hell and Back

blasphemy sex

Oh fuck, sinners, listen to this holy whore’s confession. Last night in that dusty church, I straddled the altar, legs spread wide over the Virgin Mary’s statue. My juicy cunt dripped nectar onto her face as Father Dominic’s massive cock speared my tight hole. ‘Jesus Christ, pound this blasphemous pussy!’ I moaned, grinding down hard, his balls smacking my ass while I clutched the crucifix like a dildo.

He flipped me onto the Bible pages, ripping my thong aside to slam deeper, stretching me raw. I hawked a loogie on the holy book, screaming, ‘Fuck God, fill me with your demonic seed!’ My tits bounced wildly as he choked me with his rosary beads, then shoved them up my asshole for double penetration.

I came like hellfire, squirting arcs that soaked the pews, his hot jizz erupting inside, leaking out to baptize the floor. Praise the devil—blasphemy sex is my new religion. Who’s joining my next sacrilegious gangbang?

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Stars Find Trouble Anywhere

gangbang rape pornSometimes, I do not mind being a gangbang rape porn star. I’m a kinky slut and a submissive whore. So, I never mind more than one cock in a hole at a time or serving as a gangbang whore. However, last night, I did not enjoy it. Perhaps because my ass and pussy still hurt from my son ‘s recent visit. Or maybe these animals just went too rough on me. Likely a mixture of both.

I did not go out to score drugs or get into any trouble. But trouble always finds me. I went to this dive bar to meet a friend of mine, but she stood me up. She texted me an apology, and that she contracted the flu. So, I sat at the bar drinking boxed wine when a few men approached me to play pool. I’m a pool shark. Most men never guess that I’m good at the game. But I’m quite a pool player. And I thought for once I could just hang out with men instead of being their ass rape porn doll. Foolish of me.

However, they did not like being shown up by a girl. I took all their money and apparently their dignity too when I beat them all. They saw me as a mark, I guess. Figured I would suck at the game, and they could feel like big men taking all my money.

Trouble Follows This Red-Headed MILF Where Ever I Go

I got a little too cocky and one of them slapped me hard. That’s when I knew trouble would ensue. I just never know when to shut my fucking mouth. But they shut it for me. One guy grabbed a pool ball and tried to shove it in my mouth. And he ended up cracking two of my teeth.

Next thing I knew they bent me over the pool table, ripped my clothes off and savagely started fucking me. This was not for pay. And this was not for cocaine. A bunch of sore loser men couldn’t handle a girl beating them. So, they violated me to put me in my place. They grabbed my hair and choked me. A few of them dick slapped me and spit on me. And they all pissed on me. Plus, they all took turns fucking my ass. They even made fun of my prolapse.

I blame this one on my girlfriend who stood me up. The only reason I went to that bar was to meet her. But like I said, trouble follows me. Men enjoy exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this redheaded MILF. No matter where I go, trouble follows.

Strangulation phone sex makes my whore pussy drip!

strangulation phone sex

I snatched a tiny bitch right out of her front yard this morning. I took her straight to one of my fuck buddies. We’ll just call him “Daddy” for this story. He’s just as fucked up in the head as I am and we share a love for sick and evil shit.

By the time I got to his house, she was all red in the face and worked up from crying. Perfect. He loves the feisty ones that put up a good fight.

We took her to an abandoned trailer at the end of the street and started torturing her.

I burned her with cigarettes, broke her fingers and ripped as much of her hair out as I could. Anything to make the little bitch scream and cry.

Daddy watched me torture her and jerked his cock. He barked out orders from time to time and I followed them. Every snapping bone or whimper from that little bitch made his dick throb.

He watched me beat the shit out of her until I was exhausted and she could barely move.

Bloody, weak and defenseless is just how he likes them.

He forced her little legs apart and shoved his dick in all at once, making her scream in pain. Blood ran down his cock and dripped from his balls. I lapped at them with my tongue while she continued to scream.

She begged him to stop but that just made him fuck her harder. Knowing that we had to shut her up, I put my hands around her throat.

 The little girl’s eyes grew wide with terror as I closed my hands tighter and tighter around her neck. She was already suffering. Might as well put her out of her misery before Daddy rips her all the way apart.

Daddy kept drilling his dick deep into her ripped open cunt long after I had snuffed her out. That little pussy was just too good to stop fucking, even after she was gone.

Rape phone sex fantasies is my real fuck up world

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies is real life for me. I wake up every morning dreading the day ahead, knowing that I’m nothing more than a prop for my master daddy’s twisted “art.”

He is so d of his proud art, and my existence is a brutal, never-ending cycle of forced humiliation and suffering, designed to push me to the very limits of human endurance.

Every fiber of my being screams in protest as I’m dragged from my dingy cell.

I’m shackled and gagged, to be used and abused for the twisted pleasure of my Master Daddy and his depraved audience. As I’m forced to my knees, my master’s heavy boot crushes my face into the filthy floor.

He forces all sorts of strange cocks in me, and I choke and convulse. With tears streaming down my face as more thick cocks are rammed down my throat. My mind reels, the world spinning as I’m violated and defiled, my body a mere plaything for his sick desires.

I know I gotta let it all happen and put on a good show if I want to survive, no matter the cost. I’m always the last girl standing because I know how to endure his psychotic behaviors.

It’s unfathomable torment until my master declares me the winner. But I am always the last Snuff sex slave standing!