Category: Sadistic phone sex

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, An Addiction of My Homicidal Mind

Homicide is a fixation and Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are perfect to play out this. As a tender young little demon I was torturing and killing things.

Honestly, I liked making my dollies all bloody and dismembering them. In these early years I even learned to make nooses. And with these I would hang my dolls. Then I  would stab them and use red paint for blood.

One time I was fascinated with blood and I took a razor blade to a boy at school. I slit a tiny mark on the back of his neck. He sat in front of me and I wanted to play with some blood. The fucking brat screamed and cried. Due to his scene I was taken from the classroom.

Fast forward now, I am so intrigued by how much a body bleeds out. Gaining a  love of stabbing little brats and their mommies. I like to compare how their bodies bleed out.

In fact I have gone so far as to even go shopping at Hunting stores to buy all kinds of tools to process the hunt. Only the hunt is human for me.

Once I get the blood collected I love to just bath in it. Like Bathory. A bloodbath is so delicious and rejuvenating.

Finally I will often pour a couple of bottles of champagne or spumante in my blood. This is to keep the blood from coagulating too quickly. And lets face it I love a little efflorescence in my blood bath.

You see It’s my version of a bath bomb.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Ass rape porn is what sadistic men love to make

How many times did you want to make your own Ass rape porn and was too chicken shit to do it. Well, my uncle never hesitated to get what he wanted. He started with my mother and used her asshole while taking pictures. But like any other sadistic animal, he elevated. Soon he was luring young dumb sluts into the woods and using them as masturbation tools. Mom told about all the times she had to be his accomplice and get rid of limp bodies dripping in blood and sperm.

My uncle’s clothes were always blood stained and mom had to clean them. Soon I found out when he pulled me out of bed one night. “Get up little whore, it is time for you to learn your place in the world. Since I was so small it was easy for him to rip my clothes and tie my hands behind my back. “You can cry all you want, but your mother knows not to disturb me” my uncle said to me sternly as I watched him pull his cock out. It was big and thick and veiny like a monster.

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I tried to say something but then he rammed his cock down my throat. Even after I choked and had tears flowing down my face, my uncle pushed deeper down my throat. He doesn’t care if a slut can’t sleep, all he cares about are his sadistic needs. After more hard pumping my body gave up and I passed out. Didn’t take long for my uncle to start using me for his Rape phone sex fantasies. I woke up to the sharp pain running through my body from my asshole. My uncle was ripping my butthole open with his monster cock.

As I tried to look around to see if anything could help me out of this, I saw he had a camera prepped up to capture the full torture he was giving me. “Beg me to let you go” he moaned out as my uncle pumped his cock meat in my ripped hole. “Please uncle, stop, it hurts so bad” I cried out. But that only made him fuck me harder. Then I felt his hands wrap around my neck. My uncle started to strangle me like I was a worthless hooker. As every breath in my body left me, my uncle started to pump sperm in me. I woke up to my uncle watching the torture fuck he just had given me.

Ass Rape Porn Star Trades Her Asshole for Coke

ass rape pornI am known for my ass rape porn movies. Call me little anal Annie. In fact, I did a whole series of videos under that pseudonym. I dressed up like little orphan Annie, and men fucked my ass. That was back before I got married and started a family. And I had just turned 18 and needed money. Never went to college like my brother did. But I had a healthy addiction to coke before I could even legally vote. And I found that the seedy underground of snuff films paid well. Enough to support my habit.

Now, I am married with a family. And I work too. However the more money I have, the more coke I do. So, I always want money. But my husband keeps me on a short leash financially. He knows about my habit. But he has no clue about all the dirty, disgusting things that I have done to have money for coke. And last night, I answered another snuff porn ad looking for a Ginger cunt for a hardcore anal film. My ass felt up for the challenge.

I got the job, but I did need to fuck the director for the part since he wanted to go in a younger direction. I just had to show him how desperate I was for the part of the anal whore. His movie involved anal fisting. It was a sick girl on girl flick. Many men love to watch a younger woman dominate an old whore like me. Although I am not that old, my ass and cunt show a lot of wear and tear from all the hardcore porn I’ve made.

Call Me Little Anal Annie. I Enjoy Rough Anal Sex

The director let me do a line of coke before the fisting started. My costar enjoyed abusing my ass too. You could tell she enjoys being a sadist. She left her big rings on her fingers and did not use the lube that the director provided. She turned my rosebud into raw hamburger meat. Prolapsed my ass worse than anyone else. Well, maybe not as bad as my stepson, but my ass took a beating with her fists. At one point, she double pumped her fists in my asshole.

But we made a successful film. And I got paid. Took my sore ass straight to my dealer and paid for a huge bag of coke. The life of a taboo phone sex whore is never boring.

Suffocation phone sex

Suffocation phone sex is so sexy and makes me so wet. I cum every time within minutes. Sometimes I like to find the victim to do this to, to choke and to gag, but this specific act I love being done to myself.

                One night I had a client come home with me so we could get nasty and wild. He started out rough by slapping me around, mainly in my face. Then he ripped off my clothes, leaving me exposed in my sexy black thong and matching bra. He stuck his hands down my panties and started fingering my soft, smooth bald pussy. There was no guessing, he found the right spot on the first try and I got weak at the knees.

                He pushed me up against the wall and ripped off my panties. He got right up against me and put his huge cock inside me. At the same time, he put his big strong hand around my throat and squeezed tightly. I was gasping for air as I felt my body come to a climax. My body started to shake and cum ran out of my pussy. An orgasm while you can’t breathe, is unlike anything else.

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Bloody Phone Sex Makes My Pussy Wet

I love bloody phone sex! I enjoy fucking while on my period or cutting myself and using the blood as lube in my pussy and in my ass. The other day, I had a hot session with a guy I met online.  I love blood play and knife play so that is a great mix.  The first thing he did was run his knife in between my tits and the red blood transfixed me. He took his finger and dipped it in my blood. He then let me taste my own blood. I love the taste of blood.  he took some of my blood and rubbed it all over his cock and pushed it into my pussy. It felt so warm and slippery.  I was so fucking turned on by the feeling of his cum mixing with the blood. After he came deep inside me I cleaned off his cock with my tongue.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex I Might Enjoy More Than You

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I enjoy. Why? Because I am a sadist. And I enjoy inflicting pain. Now on the phone, I never really know if you are listening to me and doing the things I request like using a sounding device in your pee hole or slamming your balls in a book. Or my favorite, jacking off with Icy Hot, LOL. But in person, when I am the one torturing your junk, I know the pain is real.

Holiday weekends bring out my sadistic side. Perhaps, because I have no tolerance for stupidity. And most people act like drunk fools on the holidays. When this drunk preppie type came into the Goth bar I hang out at, I knew he would be my victim. His smug look. His drunk antics. And his insulting nature put him to the top of the list of potential victims. I drugged his drink and took him to my new underground torture chamber I built. It’s soundproof and well hidden. Very basic structure, but nothing basic occurs there.

This tool needed castration phone sex. But he needed a lot of CBT first. When woke up, he realized he was bound, naked and gagged. I put a castration band on his worthless balls. Where to begin? I lubed up the sounding device with Icy Hot and inserted it in his pee hole. The tears streaming down his face told me I hit a nerve. Even three sheets to the wind and still a little drugged up from my bar concoction, he felt that burning sensation.

I Love Destroying a Man’s Junk

However, that kind of pain was nothing compared to what came next. I used a razor blade to peel the skin off his worthless balls and cock. Sure, he bled a lot, but it would not kill him. Just make him wish he was dead. Once the skin came off his balls and worthless dick, I lubed my hands up with the Icy Hot and jacked him off. I told him if he could cum through the pain, I would not inflict anymore pain.

I knew that the torture sex felt too intense to cum though. He just cried some more. The long weekend is not over yet though. So, this preppie loser is still tied to a chair in my dungeon awaiting lots more cock and ball torture.

Knife Play Phone Sex Turns Me On

 

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Knife play phone sex make me so horny. I’m sitting in my bed right now, wondering what it would feel like to have someone else make these tiny little cuts on my body. I love the way the first cut feels, the sting it sends down my body. The way that it makes me feel is so addicting. I just can’t help but reach down with the tip of my finger, and wipe the blood up, and taste it. I like to make small cuts first, and then go deeper and deeper. Pushing the tip of the shiny blade deeper into mu flesh, exposing what’s underneath my white meat. Did you know that you can literally slice off your own skin like lunch meat? I didn’t know that until I was sitting bored one day and grabbed my knife that I had just gotten done sharpening and slowly pressed it onto my thigh and pulled upwards. Originally, I was just trying to see if it was sharp enough to cut the hairs on my thigh, but it had literally taken off a thin layer off the top of my skin. It sent a searing erotic pain down the back of spine. It was so fucking sexy. I’d love to have someone tie me down and glide the tip of the knife up and down my body. Little cuts here and there. Making my body bleed. Licking the drops of blood off my body. Cut by cut starting at my chest, down my stomach, and ending down at my pussy. Taking my clit in your mouth and biting it. Making me jump in pain and pleasure. 

Suffocation Phone Sex Fantasies Arouse Me

suffocation phone sexI enjoy suffocation phone sex. However, I need to be careful who I tell my fantasies to in real life. Some men make it their mission to make them cum true for me. Let me tell you about Daniel. We party together sometimes. Although he is not a dealer, he always has blow on hand and never minds sharing with me. But you must work for any and every bump you ask for. When we hooked up last night, to get my first bump, I had to share a dark fantasy. Since I am full of dark fantasies, I was not sure where to begin.

I shared with him the fantasy about a man or a woman face sitting on me so intensely that I lose consciousness. He gave me a bump. And I assumed we were good. Like it never dawned on me that he might try to suffocate me. I mean he is no snuff porn director. He is a middle-aged suburban pharmaceutical rep with a wife and three sons. He has the white picket fence and everything. Snuffing out bitches is not his thing. Or so I thought.

Never Tell Your Dark Fantasies to Men You Party With

He sat on my face while snorting lines. I could not breathe. All I could smell was his musky hairy ass. And I wanted to puke. Gross. The more I struggled, the more he sank himself into my face. And that made it harder and harder to breathe. I got lightheaded, and I think I passed out at one point. But he revived me. Used smelling salts to jolt me awake. However, he just jolted me awake to smother my face again. His balls blocked my nose. And his ass blocked my mouth.

Not sure why he wanted to do this. He may fuck me hard, but he has never abused me like this. Something got into my mild-mannered pharmaceutical rep. And he used me as his taboo phone sex whore. I passed out over 6 times. Each time revived, but what if he had not revived me? I guess everyone around me is capable of extreme violence. Even snuff.

Blasphemy sex with me will even bring Satan to his knees

Blasphemy sexAs I lay here, chained to this altar, I can’t help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over me with the anticipation with Blasphemy sex. My body is bruised and battered My Master has presented me to the Dark Lord himself. I can feel his sinister presence in the room, and I know that I am about to be used in the most wicked of ways. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, preparing myself for the pleasure and pain that is to come.

The Dark Lord approaches me, his massive cock already hard and throbbing. I open my mouth eagerly, ready to take him in. He grunts as he thrusts himself deep into my throat, choking me with his size. I gag and choke, but I never resist. I am his to use as he pleases.

He pulls out, and I can feel his hot cum drip down my chin. He moves behind me, and I feel his fingers roughly probe my pussy and ass. I moan as he slides first one, then two fingers into me. I am already wet and ready for him.

He positions himself behind his Snuff porn whore, and I feel the tip of his cock press against my tight asshole. I gasp as he pushes himself inside me, filling me completely. He starts to fuck me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my skin. I cry out as he reaches around and starts to play with my clit. I am in pure ecstasy.

He pulls out of my ass and turns me over. I spread my legs wide, inviting him to take me again. He slides himself into my pussy, and I can feel every inch of him. He fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I am his to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As he pounds into me, I can feel myself getting close to the edge. I scream out as I cum, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groans and releases himself inside me, filling me with his hot seed.

I lay there, spent and satisfied, as the Dark Lord pulls out of me. My body is covered in bruises and cuts, but I feel more alive than ever. I am Marley, a sexy victim whore, and I exist to serve the Dark Lord. I will never say no.

In conclusion, being a sexy victim whore is my purpose in life. I exist to serve and please those who are more powerful than me. The pain and pleasure that comes with it is what I crave and I am proud to be a whore for Satan. Use & abuse me with some evil Blasphemy phone sex!

 

Never Enough Time for all the Snuff Phone Sex Folks Deserve

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex, I could do all day long. Fuck. I can do it in my sleep. My mind gets full of vengeful thoughts and plots to rid the world of useless folks. And let me tell you there are some many useless folks in this world. Think about it. If we could kill off the annoying fucks, tiny dick losers, stupid politicians, whiney spoiled brats, and dipshits in this world, wouldn’t that be the only way to make America great again, LOL?

My tolerance for people appears less and less each year. I get older and just do not have the same threshold for stupidity I once had. Although, my tolerance for stupid fucks never seemed high, LOL. When I went to the grocery store, some yuppie looking white guy in a Rolex thought he could cut through a line of folks waiting patiently to check out. He thought he was special because he was white, male and rich. Nothing special to me. No man is.

I watched him be rude to everyone in line and the check out girl. So, I followed him. Of course he got into an Italian sports car. He screamed small dick energy. And that’s when I fantasized about giving him cock and ball torture sex. But my fantasies never stay fantasies for long. That self-entitled prick needed me to put him in his place. And I did.

I Enjoy Taking Away a Man’s Small Dick Energy

I followed him for a few days. Learned his habits and saw that he was more of a tool than I could have imagined. He was easy to capture. He likes to party. So, I lured him with coke. But I cut it with a little fentanyl. Not much. Just enough to paralyze his body so I could castrate him and ruin sex for him. Castration takes the wind out of a blowhard quickly. But I did not castrate him slowly. Where is the fun in that?

Nothing slow with me. Not when it comes to castration phone sex. I carved up his worthless junk slowly. Although I wanted to kill this tool because the world would be much better without him, I also wanted to neuter the prick. Turn him into shell of his former self.

Men hold too much value in their junk. And I am here to take the wind out of their sails. I deflated his balls first. Then I removed them. And not very neatly either. But the best part? I carved my name in his worthless limp cock. Now when he sees his even more worthless dick, he will always remember me. My guess though, more men will soon not forget me either. The world is full of tools and losers.