Category: Sadistic phone sex

Bloody phone sex spares the wicked and uses the weak

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex hails the Dark Lord! Hail Satan, may this little slut with a bald pussy and flat chest.

I know how to pick them! I like long blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. Sometimes I like to make it hard on myself and grab a feisty one!

See, the more they suffer, emotionally and physically, the more power the Dark Lord gives us!

Hail Satan, baby, put your cock inside her mouth and face fuck her till her lips turn blue. We’ll give her some air because we don’t want her to die too fast.

I need my knife play!

Our sadistic fantasies come alive when I pull out my knife. Hold her down while I slice away at her soft, fresh skin. Satan, watch me defile her little cunt with my blade. Every shriek of torment, every bead of blood that falls is all for Satan!

Do you want to live forever? Have a hard dick and super strength? Then help me ruin this little brat. You know you will love the feeling of a tight, tiny hole! It’s even better when she bleeds!

I won’t stab her too much. I need you and your hard cock to seal the deal. To align yourself with the Prince of Darkness, you must fuck her bloody cunt to death! The torture will turn into Snuff sex, and you will shoot your load at her last breath!

You will pump your cock hard and fast, covering your cock in her blood. Now that we have her spoiled, I take my knife and slice her neck wide open. We both shower in it and hail Satan!

Be My Bloody Phone Sex Valentine

bloody phone sexDo you want to be my bloody phone sex valentine. The most romantic thing a man can do for me is offer himself up for me to butcher. I don’t possess the traditional need for men that most women do. I don’t need them for my financial independence because I make my own money. And I don’t need them to fuck me because that’s why they make sex toys. Plus, I don’t need men to do things for me because I’m a capable woman who can do it all by myself.

So, the only thing men can offer me is their body and soul to destroy. Perhaps, some people might call me a succubus. Personally, I don’t mind that comparison. I’m a sick bitch. But I’m also an island who needs nobody to survive. I just like to kill simps, losers, and assholes. The world will never miss them.

For shits and giggles, I put an ad out on the dark net looking for human sacrifices. And my inbox flooded with guys wanting me to choose them. Maybe they didn’t understand what snuff porn sacrifice meant or perhaps they understand that they contribute nothing to this world and thus do not deserve to continue breathing.

I picked Eddie. And I do my research before I agree to kill anybody or kill with anybody. Stone cold killers, like me, understand the risk we take. First, I need to make sure I’m not being set up. I also like to prepare blackmail material in case somebody tries back paddle.

Some Men are Too Weak to Off Themselves, So They Call Me

Eddie lives a pathetic existence. Tons of social media accounts with very few followers. Never married. Likely still a virgin at 48 years old. No real money of his own; he inherited money from his grandpa. I even found his Tinder profile showing off his little shrimp dick. And I doubt anybody ever swipes right on him.

Couple hours of research and I determined Eddie would be my bloody valentine. He showed up at my place with a bottle of red wine and flowers. Who makes romantic gestures to the woman they paid to kill them. Dumb ass. I took my time torturing Eddie. But somebody else’s pain becomes my aphrodisiac.

I tied Eddie up spread eagle naked, of course. And then I showed him my knife collection. I carved him up with my knives. I carved loser and my initials into his flesh. And I put a castration band around his useless little balls. Plus, I even sliced his little dick off. He’s not using it anyway.

Are You Strong Enough to Be My Bloody Valentine Sacrifice?

This loser paid me $50,000 to end his life. He wanted to be my bloody valentine. And he got what he wanted. No more rejection. No more lonely existence. And no more days of wishing himself dead. He lacked the balls to kill himself, so he paid somebody to do it for him.

Perhaps he had bigger balls than he thought. Before I tossed his body to the wolves, I removed his balls as a souvenir. Castration phone sex after the fact. When you remove the balls postmortem, they do not bleed, and they stay perfectly preserved for a few hours. Just enough time for me to stick them in a jar of formaldehyde.

Eddie knew his life was worth worthless. He just took up space and air. So, he gave himself to me willingly to torture and kill. Are you strong enough to be my bloody valentine too?

Sex with Dead Bodies Layla Plays Dead for Her Twisted Crush

Sex with Dead Bodies

I held my breath, the cotton sheets cool against my skin, as the floorboards groaned under a weight that shouldn’t be there. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my limbs to stay heavy, limbs turned to lead by the sheer thrill of his presence. The thought of Sex with Dead Bodies is a macabre chill that usually stays in the dark, but here, in the silence of my room, he wanted me to embody that haunting stillness.

He didn’t say a word as he reached the side of my bed. I knew he was here… the shadow I’ve felt following me for months, the one I’ve secretly craved from the safety of my window. He leaned over me, his breath smelling of winter air and something sharp, something dangerous. His fingers, calloused and cold, traced the line of my jaw, and I fought every instinct to shiver. I had to be his porcelain doll. I had to be vacant.

“Don’t move, Layla,” he whispered while fingering my wet pussy, with his voice a low, jagged rasp that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. “Just stay like that. Cold. Quiet. Mine.”

I felt his eyes roaming over my breast, heavy with a twisted sort of devotion that felt more romantic than any flowers or candy. This was raw. This was real. He wasn’t looking for a conversation; he wanted the aesthetic of my surrender.  I kept my eyes closed tight, my lashes fluttering just enough to show him I was struggling to obey, which only seemed to make his breathing go shallow and quick. 

He didn’t touch me roughly. Instead, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that made my stomach flip. It was a beautiful, fucked up contradiction… the man who broke in just to watch life fade from my expression. I felt his hand rest over my heart, waiting for the rhythm to slow, demanding that I sink deeper into the role of his silent, lifeless muse. 

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a magnetic tension that made me want to arch my back and scream his name, yet the pleasure of his gaze kept me pinned. I was addicted to the way he worshipped my stillness, the way he hovered over me like I was a treasure he’d stolen from a grave. I lay there, his perfect, obedient girl, drifting in the intoxicating space between fear and absolute ecstasy, hoping he’d never leave.

Snuff phone sex with a blood thirsty slut

snuff phone sex

Come on evil Daddy, I’m ready for some wild and freaky, snuff phone sex fun!

If you’re half as evil as I am then I need to hear every detail of your most fucked up fantasies.

I rub my cunt and make myself cum to some of the most fucked up things imaginable.

I’m a blood thirsty whore and I want our call to be as graphic and nasty as possible.

Bones snapping, bitches screaming and blood gushing are a few of the things that get me excited.

I know you have a victim in mind that we can use and abuse.

A daughter, niece or maybe a neighbor bitch would be perfect.

You tie her up and we can torture her together.

Take your belt off and whip that bitch with it while I throat your fat dick.

The more she screams the more sloppy I’ll slob all over your meatstick.

Use the bat next and bash her face in.

Next, force your dick into her raw and fuck her so hard that you rip her open.

While you’re tearing her into one big, gaping cum hole, I’ll be strapping up with my dildo wrapped in barbed wire.

You can fuck my hot, slut pussy and pound me into her.

I’m going to rip through her worthless cunt and make that bitch scream.

Slide your blade across her throat and bleed her out while you’re fucking me into her.

When she goes limp, you can keep pounding my dripping pussy.

We’ll fuck on top of that bitch until she bleeds all the way out and goes all cold.

Just like all of my past victims, I’ll toss her into my Daddy’s incinerator.

She’ll get burned up with the trash from his job sites and no one will ever find a trace of her.

Sound like a good time?

Good, because I’m rubbing my pussy and waiting to build on this plan…

Whoops, I meant to say that I’m waiting to explore this “fantasy” with you.

 

Evil Phone Sex And The Hairless Pussy

Evil phone sex such a taboo turn on, the best sex is with a young one that you can train to do exactly what you say, mold to be a submissive sex slave, or a kinky little panty wearing sissy boy. I often wonder how much cock can a molested cunt take before it is stretched out and gaping. Evil phone sex

Today is the day I will test a plump hairless pussy out, really push it to the limits, then once it’s all stretched out and loose, I will present her innocent little body to my Master for a birthday present. 

Of course, I will clean her up first so she seems pure, yet she will be ready to be fucked like a two-dollar whore. 

Guide his thick dick in every hole, keep her short and stumpy legs wide open, pussy lips even wider, watching Master fill my victims snatch with jizz, dumping several loads before we plan how to end her short-lived life. 

The more blood the better in my opinion, Master likes it neat and clean, this time we will drown the tramp in the bath, as he holds her head under the water I watch from the door with a vibrator on my clit, juices flowing down my thigh. 

Necrophilia Phone Sex : The Best Kind of Graveyard Fun

My Necrophilia phone sex dungeon reeks of mildew, blood, and decaying flesh. No doubt this air is thick enough to choke and gag. Here I am found, straddling a man’s shattered chest. With my dress hiked up, bare cunt grinding down onto his blood-smeared sternum. This is foreplay.

It’s his weakening heartbeat pulses against my swollen clit like a dying drum, sending jagged spikes of pleasure through my body. As I rock slowly at first, then harder, my slick folds smearing crimson streaks across his skin as arousal floods my dripping hot and slick juices down his sides.

Now I need more and my scalpel bites into his collarbone, carving jagged spirals splitting flesh with crimson streaks. Blood erupts in thick pulses. I then greedily scoop it up. With my fingers plunging into the wound before thrusting them deep into my throbbing pussy.

Three digits now, curling viciously inside me, and hooking against my G-spot. All while the metallic warmth coats my insides.

Each savage stab of the blade makes him convulse. These spasms rock my hips, forcing my fingers deeper, as my inner muscles clenching in rhythmic ecstasy around the intrusion.

Deeper cuts follow—gouging into his abdomen, peeling back layers of muscle in ragged flaps, exposing quivering organs slick with gore. His body bucks in agony, the violent jerks slamming up into her cunt like involuntary thrusts. Hungrily I ride the torment, free hand clawing at my own tits.

While my nails raking my nipples until they bleed, mixing my pain with his in a symphony of ruin.

Immediately, fingers piston faster inside my, blood-lubed and relentless, hole stretching wider as orgasm mounts.

Now I revive him with ammonia’s sharp bite, eyes locking on his terror-glazed stare. And I mount his face.

Necrophilia Phone Sex  Makes Me Shudder with Ecstatic Convulsions of Bliss

My blood soaked lips seal over his mouth and nose, suffocating him in my musky heat. His feeble tongue lashes out in panic, flicking against my clit. As I grind down mercilessly, forcing it deeper into my pussy folds while blood from his wounds slickens me more.

Then his drowning desperation vibrates through me. His final gurgles humming against my sensitive nerves like a twisted vibrator.

Continually I grind and fuck his dying face. And I do so with abandon, hips slamming, cunt contracting in brutal waves as climax erupts. Leaving a torrent of squirt gushing over his face, flooding his throat, and drowning him.

Finally dismounting on trembling legs, thighs coated in mingled fluids, I raise the sledgehammer. Wildly, swings crash down—knees exploding in bone shards. His arms pulverized to pulp. Lastly, his skull caving with a wet, final crunch that sprays gray matter across my calves.

Then aftershocks ripple through my pussy, clit still pulsing, as I stroke the jar’s glass. Leading me into gazing at the preserved cock within, already aching to claim the next victim.

Ultimately, Morticia thrives in the fusion: orgasm born of obliteration, violence as the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Necrophilia Phone Sex

The altar demands more. Hail Satan

Gangbang Rape Porn is the Best Money a Junkie Whore Can Make

gangbang rape pornI know a thing or two about gangbang rape porn. Back in the day, I starred in a few. A young runaway who never finished high school didn’t have a lot of options for making money. But girls can always make money off their bodies. You don’t even need to be that hot. Men pay for sex. But the rough sex pays the best.

Recently, I met a young girl that came into the club begging for a dancing position. But I could see obvious tracks on both arms, and we can’t hire that at the club. We want clean girls. Girls that look like the girl next door, not junkies. But I felt bad for this girl. I could see how desperate she looked for money. Likely because she needed a fix, but she wouldn’t tell me much.

I told her I could not hire her for the club, but I knew somebody who could help her make some quick cash, but it would be extreme. She wanted the details. I asked her if she’d be OK with things like ass rape porn, and simulated snuff flicks and she said yes. So, I took her to meet Derek. Derek never served as my master; however, he knew my master. Derek may be a sadistic bastard, but he’s a businessman too. He makes both private hardcore porn for folks, but he also makes regular underground hardcore porn for live streaming.

I Know Where a Junkie Whore Can Make a Quick Buck

I sent her to a man who would not kill her but might make her wish she was dead. But he pays more money for two hours of filming than she could earn at the club in two weeks. So, I went with her and made the introduction. Derek said he could use her if I gave him head first. I wanted to help this girl out, so I blew the bastard. This girl appeared to be a total hot mess and because she didn’t look quite as good as me, he would only do the video if I stayed and watched.

I knew in that moment he would be extremely rough on this young girl, but I wanted to help her. So, I did with Derek said. I took a seat and watched 35 men fuck this girl. At least Derek gave her a fix first. I watched her go from a state of panic to blissful ignorance with one shot of smack. Perhaps blissful ignorance is the state a young girl wants to be in during a violent gangbang.

Some Girls Who I Cannot Hire to Strip, I Sent to a Snuff Director

These men ravaged her. Gaped her pussy and her ass. Choked her and smacked her. One guy even carved his initials in her ass. I found that painful to watch. But she didn’t even flinch. So, he gave her a good shot. I felt bad watching. I wanted to help this girl, but I brought her to somebody who I knew would fuck the shit out of her and get her even more addicted.

But she needed fast money and she agreed. Derek paid her10 grand for a two hour long torturous gang bang film. And once the filming concluded, she’s still appeared in a state of blissful ignorance, enjoying her high. Good thing because when she realizes what happened to her, I think she will feel sore as fuck, and maybe even angry towards me. But 10 grand is more than she could earn at the club in a month. Not sure how long it will last a young junkie, but I helped her.

I know this stuff porn world all too well. A junkie whore might fare better than I did, but I persevered. And I got out and now I can help other young girls in desperate need of a quick buck.

I’m master’s evil side piece and ho

Kidnapping phone sex

Master has a sick fetish. In fact, his whole mind and and desires are sick and all filled with his dark past. From him kidnapping me long ago to what he has in store now. It’s time for little new whore to cum around for him to  torture like he did me. Fresh meat to violate and capture for future breeding he has in mind. What are lives were no longer exist. I’m owned by him and soon these little one’s will be too. I’m always forced to be his nasty accomplice. His dirty sick side kick while still in chains myself. I desire for his rape fantasy fuck brain cock to capture me again and again just watching him turn into the monster he is. 

I’m the nasty young accomplice committing crimes…

Waiting outside a school, watching our prey, innocent little ones playing unknowing what’s about to happen. Trapping them when the time is right, popping out like little monsters instilling the fear in them. You had me duct tape and tie them down. Their little hands and feet unable to move, all wrapped up for your sick cock. I love giggling and laughing and helping them relax. Whether it’s rubbing their feet, tickling or playing with her sweat pussy hair, I’m here to hold her down. Big bad master and his danger dick ripping their young sweet cheeks, smashing their barely legal cervix’s.

Master’s evil fantasies become their worst nightmare!

Accomplice phone sex

“Mommy mommy, I want my mommy” she yells as I slap her mouth shut. “Be quiet before he starts to rage”. Instilling the fear that was always inside me to her. Master doing his best and ripping and shredding. Busting their little asses up like cheese. Bloody fresh cherry popping cum drops leaking out of their tight little fresh feral virgin pussy’s. Taking all the anger rage and trauma out on them every time they cried out as the lashings got worse. Your a nasty dirty creeper.

You’re the worst of the worst. The kind that all mommy’s fear and that turns you the hell on, especially with such a submissive slutty slave like me. Your a nasty evil trap. A killer in his prime before the victims turn deadly. Kidnapping for fun, to get your fuck n. That prime pink pussy you crave becomes your sloppy wet surprise.

Blasphemy Sex with Cora is extra Sinful!

Blasphemy Sex

I want to fuck you in the church and have some Blasphemy Sex, right here in front of God!

Spread my pussy lip once I’m hopped onto the altar. White linen underneath me, catching all my pussy juice that is dripping out.

Eat me out right here under the crucifix. Jesus’ crucified body above us, watching you tongue fuck me.

Yelling out “Oh Jesus, keep fucking me!” then you can flip me over.

On all fours with my ass pointed high to the heavens.

Shove your hard cock deep inside me and fuck me raw!

Make me beg God to have you stop fucking the shit out of my young, shaved pussy!

Fuck me right here in this church just the way Satan would have wanted!

 

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Sadistic Phone Sex Men Gravitate Towards Submissive Women

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex men love me. They see a red headed MILF, and they think of mommy or some other mature woman who cock teased them mercilessly. And they decide to exact their revenge on me. Last week, I spent the weekend and most of the week snowed in with my family. But I earned enough blow to keep up with my sons and their friends who came over to play video games for once.

I did not go to a bar and get shitfaced so some random man could abuse me. And I did not go to any of my extreme drug dealers to get coke in exchange for abusing my body either. But trouble still found me. It always does.

I decided to walk to the local convenient mart to get some junk food for my sons and their friends. Plus, I wanted out of the house to breathe in some fresh air. However, less than a block away from my home, two random men shoved me in the back of a van.

And I will admit, I felt scared. My life flashed before my eyes. I did not know these men. This was not like a snuff porn, where a director gave me money to buy cocaine in exchange for a couple hours of abusing my body. In those sorts of situations, I know I will live. Even if I wished a snuff director would kill me, I still come out alive. Random strangers kidnapping me off the street who the fuck knows what they would do to me.

Even a Block From Home, Trouble Finds Me

But I found out quickly that they just wanted to use my holes. Cabin fever, perhaps? And I think this happened out of chance. Two guys talking about the fact that they needed to nut inside some warm wet pussy and then they saw me walking on the street. They seized an opportunity. Their van gave me the creeps. Dirty mattress in the back with restraints suggested to me they’ve done this before. I think they drive around looking for young girls to fuck. Sort of catch and release. 

I pleaded with them to let me go because my family would become worried. And I told them they would call the cops if I did not come home or respond to texts. And I think they believed me once my phone kept blowing up. I told them they kidnapped a woman who lives on this block, and my family would come looking for me. Perhaps I should not have said that.

They decided to fuck the shit out of me hard and fast. They yanked my sweatpants down, ripped my panties off my body, and started probing my ass and pussy with their fingers, hands and dicks. Eventually, they started to fist my holes. One of them lifted me up in the air like a fucking cock puppet, and I banged my head on the roof of the van.

Why Do So Many Men Look at Me as Nothing More Than Fuck Meat?

He plopped me down on the dirty mattress, forced my legs up to my chest and started fucking me. Clearly another man with rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. Slapped me, choked me even spit in my face and called me a dirty whore. Confession. I kind of liked it. I knew this was a random attack. And I understood that no one would give me any money or cocaine. But for once, plenty of coke waited for me back at my house.

I thought these men might drive off and I would never see my family again. Instead, they just fucked the shit out of me in the back of that van. But they did leave some marks on my body that my sons would see.

However, I come up with the best stories to cover my tracks. So, I just told my sons I fell on the way to the store. But I left off the random attack and violent fucking in the back of a dirty van. They don’t need to know all the details of my life. They just need to know mommy is a whore and she’ll do anything for coke and their young cocks.