Category: Sadistic phone sex

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because Dead Men Don’t Talk

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex, anyone? I find a man more appealing after I killed him. Why? Because dead men don’t talk.  And nothing ruins sex more for me than some dude calling me babe or honey. Or a guy who wants to spoon me afterwards. I am not your girlfriend. I do not require cock like most girls. So, do not confuse me for some horny bimbo. Since I find it more challenging to just fuck a guy lately, I changed my way of doing things.

Now, if I spot a guy I like, I kill him first. If I kill a man right as he gets an erection, his dick stays hard. And you can fuck for a good hour or so postmortem. An when rigor mortis sinks in, sex with dead bodies becomes more fun.  A dead dude’s cock gives me more pleasure than any cock could. Sorry fellows, but your dead dick is so hard that I can get off multiple times.

Dead Men Do Not Talk and That’s What I Want When Fucking: Silence

And last night’s dead dick got me off well too. Handsome man. Tall and all the signs of a big dick like big hands. He has a thing for Goth chicks, so I let him think I wanted to fuck. Although I did want to fuck, I did not want to talk, spoon, date, plan our futures or any of that stupid coupling stuff.

But I knew he could still give me pleasure after death. So, I went home with him. And while I rode him, I pulled out my big knife. And I slit his throat. He never saw it coming. As his blood spurted out his neck, it sprayed me. His blood became my lube. And I felt his cock twitch as he took his last breath.

As he died, I rode his dick harder. In the 20 or so minutes that I rode his dead dick, I realized I really do enjoy fucking dead men more. Some folks might think why not just ride a dildo if I do not want bedroom talk? But I am a sadistic phone sex bitch. Where is the fun in that. So, fuck me if you dare!

Castration Phone Sex Excites Me to Make You My Gimp

When I come across a total dick I get ideas. In fact I could not think of anything better than Castration phone sex. Some guys have such Big *Personality*. While those very same dumb fucks have pathetically Small Penises.

With all that in mind maybe you understand my need to cut the dick off and torture the fucker. Bear in mind that such a person may be reading this posting right now. Am I right? Loser with a pathetic dick and Huge dickhead attitude?

As it just so happens I came across just such a guy on Thursday. This dude was relatively on the better than everyone else plane. And those types truly fuck me up. Like I get myself worked up and have to masturbate my clit, rubbing it out like a guy jerks fast to a set of tits. I sat in my car at Starbucks and watched the asshat trying to impress some bimbo that I swear was a tranny.

Oh the Sadistic phone sex we will enjoy!

What excited me initially is the thought of that tranny and I working him over. This excited me so much I slipped out of my car and walked over to them. I started to compliment the ladyboy on her look. I told the guy I needed to talk to this hot bitch for a minute he could have her attention back in a sec. My perfect accomplice phone sex partner.

Finally I managed to lay out my plan and see what she thought. She loved it. I left and got the hotel room. She gave him what he wanted, a chance. He followed her back to the hotel that was like ten feet away. I hit my girl a text with the room number to get the card from the desk.

Castration Phone Sex is so Damned fucking Hot!

Now this was go! I prepped my tools and had the scene set. She got him in the room and I was behind the door. I quickly knocked him out with a bat. Then we dragged him to the bed and tied him down. My girl proceeded to have her fun. She fantasized about raping such a piece of work and got that chance.

As is best he was slightly conscience and tried screaming as that virgin ass got tapped hard. We gagged him, obviously. And as suspected he had a 2 incher. So pathetic.

As soon as he was hard I snipped those balls out and even cut the bitch stick off of that little cunt. He is now in the Hospital undergoing a whole new transformation! I seriously cam so hard getting that thing cut off.

Next?

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Hot Snuff Sex Fantasy

I have a very perverse dark side and this particular caller was just as twisted as I am. I loved this call.  It was a rape and murder fantasy and I was his accomplice.   We lured a little one into our van and took them to a cabin in the woods.  Once we were there we ripped off all her clothes and we got to work enjoying that little pussy and ass.

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We penetrated the little miscreant with all kinds of objects from his cock to a beer bottle. Her suffering was exquisite.  I even put my pussy in her face and made her lick it and my partner in crime made her suck his dick. The last thing she had in her mouth before we ended her was cock.  her little mouth was full of cum and she would not stop crying.  I have always had spanking fantasies so I could not pass up the opportunity to make sure this little rugrat crossed with a nice red ass.  We wanted to end her in the most painful way possible so we tied her to a chair and set a slow-burning fire. we roasted her alive. We fucked while we heard her screams.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner or My Victim, So Choose Wisely

accomplice phone sexYou can be my accomplice phone sex partner or my victim. With me it’s that black and white. No in between. No gray area either. I do not need men in my life. But do not feel bad. I do not need anyone in my life. If you have not guessed by now, perhaps you can tell that I am a loner. Not at all a people person. Never have been. I do not have a husband, or a boyfriend or even a BFF. But what I do have is a thirst for mayhem and total destruction. Now, what side do you want to be on? Choose wisely. 

You do not want to be Mack. Mack and I go way back to high school. And I think those teen years contributed to the dark bitch I am today. Not your bitch though. Not anyone’s bitch. Mack did not recognize me at first. But I knew him immediately. Same smug tool he was in high school. He walked right by me. And he got rude with the barista. He sealed his faith. He asked for snuff sex acting like a giant douche bag once again 

You Can Be My Accomplice or My Victim 

So, I followed him home. Although I wanted to kill him right then, I needed to study his habits and plan. This loser made my life hell as a teen girl. And his bully days did not seem to be behind him. I may have ignored him had he been polite ordering his fancy latte. However, I have thought about killing him for 15 years. And he walked right into my life again. So, it was a sign he needed to die. 

 And he died last night. After hours of suffering. Usually, I do not do revenge kills because personal kills get folks caught. But I do not have ties to him. Never did. To him I was just some worthless nothing. But he remembered me as I sliced his cock off. I told him this kill might have been my favorite one yet. I carved him up. And I put my name in his chest. But I wrote Venus, not my birth name. I reinvented myself after high school. 

 No one would find his body. Nature took care of his remains. Once upon a time, Mack harassed me daily. Now, Mack will never harass or bully another woman again. In fact, I bet he is being shit out of a bear’s ass right now. Mack had to be my victim. He was never accomplice material. However, all tools and bullies are killer phone sex material. 

Sadistic Phone Sex Pervert Forces Slut into a Gang Fuck

I Know You Love Sadistic Phone Sex

Fucking a sadistic phone sex pervert wasn’t my first mistake. I should have known better than to show up with my ass and tits out. But taking a sip of the drink you handed me was the real mistake. After a few sips my head was spinning. My knees felt so weak. I tried to ask you for help and you just looked at me and smiled as I passed out. I woke up with a chain around my neck and sitting in front of a camera. Then you came downstairs with your cock in your hand.

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You grabbed the back of my head and forced my cock in my mouth. And warned me that if I bit you, you’d knock my teeth out completely. I was trapped in your rape phone sex fantasies and you owned me. I let you violate my throat, thinking that it could be worse. But then I heard more men coming downstairs. I was surrounded by a bunch of men with their cocks out and sitting in front of a camera. You suffocated me with your cock in front of them. Then they started to surround me with those horny dicks out.

Drug and Fuck Me for Your Gangbang Rape Porn 

I was gagging on their cocks. My tits and ass being grabbed and slapped while they took turns treating my face like a fuck toy. There were fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I begged them to stop between cocks down my throat but you just laughed. You threw me on my stomach and climbed on top. Then you rammed your cock in my pussy and started to fuck the shit out of me. There was a cock and a camera in my face. I was starring in the gangbang rape porn you were directing.

Cannibalism phone sex, the ultimate way to meet your maker

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is the ultimate way to meet your maker, My Master told me so! My Master, the sick son of a bitch, he loves his sweet young pussies to torture and devour. But you know what’s even crazier? He’s not just into torturing and devouring women. Oh no, he likes to torture cock too

He has this twisted way of finding his victims. He likes the ones who try to play straight, the closeted ones, as he says, are the easiest to take advantage of. He takes them back to our place, fucks them until they fall in love with him, and then, when they’re at their most vulnerable, he strikes. To watch him in action is completely terrifying, and I can tell you from experience that there’s no escape once you’re in his grasp.

When the poor soul realizes what’s happening, they beg and plead, desperate for mercy. But there’s no mercy to be found in my Master’s world. Instead, they know what their fate is, and it’s up to me to execute it. I have to set them up over the fire and slowly roast them until they’re cooked to perfection. It’s a gruesome job, but someone’s gotta do it. 

The cock always gets burnt to a crisp. I have to be a good slave and eat the whole thing. It’s disgusting, but it gets my Master so hard watching me consume the flesh of his victims. As I chew, I can feel the victim’s soul sliding down into my belly. It’s a powerful, lustful burning that courses through my veins, filling me with an insatiable hunger for more. And once I’ve finished every last bite, I’m ready to take my Master’s cock.

Fucking him after consuming flesh is always the best. I cum so hard, my juices flowing freely as his sperm shoots deep inside me. And in that moment, I know that I’ll be his pregnant whore. The means I get to serve my Master as a loyal slave whore and I won’t be on the menu. 

If I give him the best Torture sex, in return, he keeps me alive, feeds me, and lets me live in his twisted little world. It’s not much, but it’s better than being roasted over an open fire. I hate to admit but diving into the depths of my most primitive nature makes my pussy go off like a machine gun. The need it fills is unlike anything I’ve experienced. 

Need a extreme kink fix? I’ll give you something that will push you to your limits and beyond! I’ll make your fantasies come true, in the most fucked-up way possible. Just remember, there’s no going back once you enter our world. Don’t wait, call for nasty Snuff sex. Stay kinky, my fellow cannibal and we’ll see you in hell!

 

 

Blasphemy Phone Sex Fantasies From a Former Catholic School Girl

Blasphemy phone sexSo many memories being bent over daddy’s knee in my little Catholic School girl skirt and being punished for the blasphemy phone sex that day. I always could eye a closeted freak and Catholic schools are full them. I started realizing if I got in trouble with Sister Mary, she’d bring me to Father John for a confessional. I sensed the sexual chemistry between them and thought this was my chance.  Wearing no panties to school wasn’t a new thing but I noticed when I’d put a thick black marker up my cunt during class, sister Mary couldn’t stop watching.  I started giving her quite the show. She was the hottest nun by far, young and innocent.  First time she brought me to Father John and told him, he asked me to demonstrate. I told him the markers he had werent thick enough.  But noticed a banana on his desk. I grabbed that and laid on his floor with both of them watching eyes wide open. I started fucking my cunt with the bannana right on Father Johns floor.  I noticed he started playing with his cock and a shy Sister Mary took over her nun outfit wearing a simple hot sexy dress with you guessed it no panties. She got down sucking Father Johns Cock as I kept fucking my pussy with the thick banana.

They fucked for a good bit and then Father John looked at me and told me he wanted a young cum dumpster and would I take his cum. I told him only if he fucked me better than the bannana.  Sister Mary grabbed and pulled the banana out of my pussy and like the slutty nun she was, started sucking my cum off it.  She then put Father Johns bulging hard dick inside his little bad Catholic School girl.

Father John was a blessed man, a good 13 inches and thick.  I told him I thought priests liked little boys while he was pounding th shit out of cunt. He said he tried but their assholes were way too tight for his big dick so he was moving onto little slutty girls like myeself.  I told him I’d take his big cock anytime any day. In fact I probably fucked Father John and Sister Mary 2-3 times a day the rest of my time at that school. Father John would be late on Sundays a lot of time and come from me giving him head in his office.

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.

Bloody Phone Sex Can Destroy Cunts Like a Rare Steak

One thing I am used to is bloody phone sex and my pussy being pounded like a steak tar – tar.  I mean I am used and sometimes they even fuck this pussy with knives. In fact men and women alike will use  any other device they can slam into my hot pussy.

Bloody phone sex

The other night I was taken and used for a BBC gangbang with some monster black dicks. These men showed no mercy to a hot little white girl slut. My ass and cunt were destroyed. In fact I had to have emergency surgery as my labia was completely destroyed. Both my pussy and asshole were ripped into one big bloody gaped hole.

These guys really took so much out on me as a little entitled white girl whore. There was one guy in the group that was from Columbia and he really took a shining to using his hunting knife on me. I was sliced up and he even cut off my clit as a souvenir for his collection.

 

Snuff Movies Make Me Money to Buy Coke

snuff moviesI make a lot of snuff movies. Maybe not so much make as star in. But I have a reputation among snuff makers as a no limits whore. I don’t complain. And I never beg anyone to stop. I take my beating and I please my director and collect my payment.  Although I often wish I was dead, I keep my eye on the prize which is the money I will receive to buy more coke.

I met a new director last week. Although he knew of me and my solid reputation, I did not know him. And I like to think I know most of the sadists in the seedy underworld of snuff porn. So, when I meet one, I do not know, I always worry I might not survive the film. But then I think about the coke, or the director gives me some primo blow and common since goes out the window, LOL.

And that’s what happened with this guy. He coked me up so much that I lost all sense of reason. His shit was good too. The premise of his film involved a kidnapped suburban housewife who gets herself sold in a slave auction to the highest bidder. The director wanted me looking sophisticated, so his makeup woman gussied me up. Now, I figured if he had a makeup girl, he likely was a legitimate snuff director.

My Need for Coke Will Kill Me One Day

However, that was not the case. It appeared to all be a rouse. There was no costar with me. The director bought me and used me. Sodomized my ass with his fists and cock. As well as some things never meant for the lass like a hammer. He called me a dumb bitch. And I suppose that’s true because I got lost in his coke and never questioned how he knew me.

And for my stupidity, I almost died. He beat me. Kicked me and tried to drown me too. But I am a seasoned druggy whore. All I did was act like I was too fucked up to fight him as he tried to drown me. I went limp, but I fooled him. And I grabbed the hammer and whacked him in the nuts.

 I ran out of that warehouse as fast as I could and started screaming as I hit the sidewalk. However, I barely escaped with my life. I just know my need for coke will kill me one day. Not the coke itself, but the snuff sex situations I get myself into for the promise of coke will kill me one of these days.