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Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on!

Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy Phone Sex is when I really get to hear what turns you on.

I can hear the change in your voice once you start saying all the naughty shit you’ve bottled inside.

All the evil shit you would do to my body, I can hear the smile on your face. 

You’d love to treat me like a proper whore, treat me like shit.

Do all the stuff you could never do to your real girlfriend, do it to me.

I can be the nasty, like a hole you fuck and take all your aggressions out on.

I’ll be a good little slut and just take it.

I’ll take all the punishments and degradations, take it like a good girl.

I’m a pathetic little whore who deserves this, I’m only good to be fucked anyway.

So, treat me like the piece of shit I am!  

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Not All Snuff Movies are Simulated and I Know

snuff moviesMost snuff movies are simulated. Not real snuff. Real shit usually never gets uploaded to the Internet. It’s filmed on 8 mm reels and for private use. Obviously, the sort of snuff flicks. I did early on in my adult career were the simulated kind, or I would not be standing. However, in my career as an adult performer and a professional slave, I watched the real ones filmed more times and I can remember.

It used to make me sick to my stomach. And likely it still would, but I developed a coping mechanism. This world is truly survival of the fittest. And you can only survive if you’re scrappy and street smart. Luckily, I have both in droves. But the other night I helped a man make a real snuff porn.

And I can’t get it out of my head. Likely the most brutal thing I ever witnessed. And clearly, I’m complacent in this murder, even though I never laid a hand on the girl while she still could breathe. Perhaps you could say I sold my conscious to the devil for money. I didn’t do this gig because I wanted to. I did it because he paid me well.

This man seemed even more brutal than my former master or any of the men who hired me as their accomplice in the past. Although I did help find the girl, I did not know about his plans for her. I just found him a very young blonde little girl next-door type. When I brought her to the dungeon, he already set up the camera equipment and again I thought he would just explore his rape fantasies. He never mentioned killing her.

Some Snuff Flicks and Accomplice Gigs Tear Me Apart Inside

After he fucked her, he dismembered her. The cruelest torture I’ve ever witnessed. He started off slowly using gardening shears to clip her nipples off. He did the same to her clit. And he fucked her some more while her pussy bled. Then he used the same shears to clip off every finger and every toe. And I thought I might puke. Although I did go from victim to accomplice once I gained my freedom, I don’t always enjoy my assignments. This assignment tore me apart. But it literally tore the girl I kidnapped for him apart.

This man scared me. He masturbated as he continued to torture this girl and dismember her body. By the time he started cutting off her arms and legs, I think she either died or passed out from the loss of blood and pain. This turned out to be the worst torture sex I ever witnessed. And I needed to clean it all up for him. My hands are dirty and complicit in this one. So, I made sure to get rid of the body and all the evidence of a crime.

I just keep telling myself better her than me, right. Survival of the fittest mentality. But if I need to pay my bills, I guess I need to continue being an accomplice for hire.

Gangbang rape porn sluts need to be lured into it

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn girls are so easy to get. I’m the devil on your shoulder, guiding you to the most depraved adventures.

I have an expertise that lies in seducing the most desperate, slutty bitches. Even the younger ones.

The younger the better!

I can entice them into a world of unrelenting torture and degradation. How do I do it? Well, I have access to places where there is an abundance of bald cunts desperate for a cock pounding!

I have a sixth sense for sniffing out these easy whores. Their faces have the desperate cries for attention like moths to a flame. So I lure them in and make them feel special.

By the time they feel comfortable, your cock will be fucking their throat. They are totally worthless. No one cares about them, so in this world, you can do whatever you please. This is all about your Snuff fantasies. Does that mean you will destroy that pussy totally or keep her as a breeding pig?

I have a barn to keep her in. She’ll enjoy her stall and be very happy anytime you come around. See, she will be trained to be addicted to your cock and worship it just like how I taught her.

Being My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star is Dangerous Work

ass rape pornAnytime my oldest boy texts me, I know I’m going to be his ass rape porn star. He live streams our abuse sessions. But I don’t mind helping him out because he helps me out by giving me the best cocaine. My boy can get that pink cocaine. And a little goes a long way. He always jokes that I am on the cocaine diet. I’m just an old skinny Barbie doll on a Popsicle stick. Two big tits and a very skinny body.

I always wear a very short skirt so that my meat curtains hang down. Because of all these live streams, my pussy lips have been overused and abused for decades. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but it didn’t do much good. He still enjoyed punching me in the face. He forced my head into the bowl of cocaine he brought while calling me a dumb old fucktard.

While my face snorted premium pink cocaine, he made me push out my prolapse, which doubles as his cock sleeve. To him I’m nothing more than a cash cow, a cum dumpster, and a cock sleeve. He shoved his fist up my ass to pull out my shit pipe. I kept snorting the cocaine because I knew I needed to be extremely high not to feel his level of pain. He does like to beat his mommy beautiful.

He attached a zip tie to my ass to keep it on the outside, and then he started to fuck me. Pounded my prolapse so hard that I collapsed on the ground. Since my tits look like balloons, they kept me from completely being flush with the floor.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He started to light me up better than the Fourth of July as he fucked my prolapsed ass. He loves to turn me black and blue, and red and purple too. Without that cocaine, no way could I survive any of this. If I had no cocaine, I’d be begging him to make a snuff porn with me and put me out of my misery.

And I needed to snort a lot of cocaine to not feel what my son did to me. I made the mistake of telling him my face felt numb, so he punched me in the face so hard that I fell backwards into the coffee table. As I struggled to get back up, my son came over, picked me up by the prolapse and threw me across the room. And I landed with a thud. My son joked that he made his mommy fly. At this point, I could taste blood.

He walked over to where I landed calmly and started kicking me in the face. And he made me ram my face into his fist. He punched my fun bags and then he wanted to fuck my ass pipe some more. I could feel some of the pain. So, at least he let me bury my face in the bowl of cocaine again. And once I felt sufficiently numb, he started boxing my tits like Mike Tyson in the gym.

In Exchange for Being My Son’s Punching Bag I Get Pink Cocaine

My boy loves to punch my fun bags. Every time one of my tits pops, he takes me to a surgeon who fixes my broken boob and makes me even bustier. Before long, I might not be able to even stand up if my tits get any bigger. At one point he forced himself on my face. He sat down on my face, forcing me to lick his shit hole. And then he started pissing down my throat. But I drank it all. With my boy in these moods he gets, I’m damned if I do damned if I don’t. I’m getting beaten no matter what.

So, he decided to tie my tits up like torpedoes, making it easier to punch them. He slipped on some brass knuckles, and I won’t lie, I felt a pit in my stomach. He started punching my tits and my lips while wearing brass knuckles. Before long, my lips looked like I just got Botox. They looked like blow fish lips. I saw the plastic bag with cocaine in it, and I knew what came after punching the shit out of my boobs. He felt in the mood for suffocation phone sex. I watched him put some coke in the bag and then put it over my head.

He continued to punch the sides of my face, the back of my head, and my lower back while I struggled to breathe in a plastic bag filled with cocaine. So, I did what I do best, I snorted all the coke in that bag. Good thing too, because his entire arm went up my cunt until he looked elbow deep in my pussy.

For My Son and His Audience, I am a 4-Hole Whore

As I started to run out of air, I pleaded with my boy to let me go. But he wanted to fuck my fourth hole first. He stretched my urethra out with his fat cock. He eventually took the bag off my head, and I gasped as I breathed in fresh air.

A few more punches to the face followed. By the time our live stream concluded, I couldn’t even see out my eyes. He punched them so hard they swelled shut. He decided for one last hurrah he would piss down my throat. By the time he concluded the live stream, I looked like a car crash victim. Managed to fuck all four of my holes while people watched from the comfort of their homes. Clearly they enjoy the show because they tipped nonstop.

Eventually, he shoved his cock snot down my throat. I couldn’t see his cock at that point, but I could feel it in my mouth. And I could feel how aroused he felt after beating mommy to a pulp. He came down my throat, and my battered face couldn’t see a thing. But how would I get home if I couldn’t see yet. My son really did a number on his mommy this time.

Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender for a Destiny Sealed

Snuff sex is my ultimate edge. When I hunt, I find the perfect specimen for my incantations and sacrifice. With my pale skin glowing with unholy allure, I whisper satanic incantations under my breath.
As Morticia, the young gothic seductress, I thrive on the thrill of snuff. Where pain twists into eternal ecstasy for my dark lord. Tonight, this pathetic mortal kneels before me, his eyes wide with foolish lust. Obviously, unaware that his cock will be my offering.
First, I circle him like vultures to their feast. Now with my wicked smile, I trail my sharp nails down his chest. Moreover, my Evil phone sex razorblade nails rip open his shirt to expose trembling flesh. ‘Kneel deeper, worm,’ I command, and he obeys, his erection straining against his pants.
With a swift motion, I yank them down, freeing his throbbing dick. Meanwhile, I stroke it teasingly at first, feeling it pulse in my grip. So, then I squeeze harder, drawing a gasp from his lips.
Transitioning seamlessly, I bind his wrists with silver chains etched in runes, securing him to the altar where his doom awaits.
Next, I summon my ritual blade, its edge gleaming with infernal promise. Henceforth, I press it against his balls, slicing shallow at first to savor his screams.

Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender

Ultimately, blood trickles warm and sticky, mixing with his pre-cum as I laugh maniacally. ‘Your seed belongs to Satan now,’ I hiss, and with one brutal slash.
Finally, I castrate him completely. So, his severed cock twitches on the stone, and I scoop it up, admiring its mutilated form. But I crave more; I carve into his thighs, flaying skin to reveal quivering muscle beneath.
As his cries weaken, I force his mouth open and shove the bloody stump against his lips, making him taste his own ruin. Then, I plunge the knife into his gut, twisting it to spill entrails in a steaming pile.
Finally, I feast—biting into his warm flesh, chewing the tender cock like forbidden fruit, blood dripping down my chin. Moreover, his life ebbs away as I orgasm from the sheer power.
Furthermore, waves of sadistic bliss crash through me without ever yielding my body to his. In this snuff ritual, I claim another soul for the abyss. Ultimately, my form untouched by his filth. Join me in the shadows; your end will be divine.
Snuff sex

Stephanie the snuff phone sex lover

snuff phone sex

Snuff phone sex allows twisted fucks like myself the freedom to disclose our most evil desires. I have to admit that I really do get wet and hot when I’m listening to these men. The details are what make my cunt pulse and drip. Bones snapping, blood spraying and horrified screams are just a few of the things that turn me on. Any pain inflicted on others makes my cunt gush.

I just had a call with a man that I’m sure will end up on the news eventually. He’s a nasty freak with an obsession for little blonde bitches. This man spends every spare second of his time, cruising parks and playgrounds. The second he sees an unattended little one, he makes his move. He already had this one in the car and stripped down to her panties when he called me.

I could hear the muffled screams but I ignored them.

He talked about having her bound and gagged in the backseat underneath him. I rubbed my cunt while he described her tiny body and how he was going to use and abuse her. Every detail turned me on even more.

As he twisted and snapped her fingers I was playing with my horny cunt the whole time. Hearing him hurt the little bitch had me drenched and hotter than I’ve ever been.

He squeezed his hands around her tiny throat as hard as he could. “This makes their cunts grip tighter around my dick.” he said through grunts and gritted teeth.

I could hear popping, panting and gurgling and knew exactly what was happening. I didn’t need to be told that he was strangling the life from her while force fucking her little virgin cunnie. It was obvious by the sounds of his dick ripping into her.

The little fuck puppet was pale, limp and cold by the time he was finished stroking his dick with her. I stayed on the phone with him as he tossed her over the bridge. Her body splashed into the river below and he drove off on the hunt for his next victim.

Bloody Phone Sex Because I am a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexAs a horror movie junkie, I’m a fan of bloody phone sex. I like to make a mess. For me, I’m living my best life when I turn a simple murder into a gorefest. A guy once called me a gore whore, and I do believe that’s true. I’m very visual. And at the end of a kill, I seem most proud of myself when I’ve dismembered a victim, cut off his dick or sexually mutilated her junk and left nothing but blood, internal organs and sinew in my wake.

I’m a fan of over kill because overkill throws suspicion off me. Makes cops look closer to home for a personal motive. Overkill suggests familiarity not a random encounter. And that’s because overkill suggests rage. And normally folks do not get that sort of rage from a stranger.

When I murder somebody, I can control my rage. I don’t really feel rage for them. It’s more that I just like violence. And I like blood and guts. It’s not personal. The way I see it, I get rid of some asshole or bitch who the world will never really miss, and I get my blood and guts fix.

As a Gore Whore I Turn a Crime Scene into a Blood Fest

Over the weekend I killed a couple. A husband and wife who steal from the elderly to fund their drug habit. I got wind of them before the cops ever did. That’s because I listen to the chatter in chat rooms on the dark net and to people talking in public spaces. I did my research and quickly uncovered the couple. Sometimes I must do police work for the police.

Would the world miss two tweakers? I didn’t think so. So, I broke into their house on Saturday night. And I put them out of everybody’s misery. They start with robbing people for their addiction. But it will make them kill somebody someday. I verified that this couple was behind a slew of home invasions over the past year. I tied them to at least a dozen home invasions where elderly people lost their life savings.

Overkill Throws Suspicion Off Me

People who prey on the elderly for financial gain deserve death. And they deserve a very messy painful death. A trailer park couple with drug paraphernalia everywhere, I think the cops would assume this was a drug deal gone bad. I completely massacred the couple. Sexual mutilation. Excessive stab wounds and dismemberment. It would point to one of the cartels. But I don’t even think the cartels would worry about two tweakers.

But the amount of overkill I demonstrated in their brutal deaths will point to a more personal motive. I even used a chainsaw to take off their legs and arms. But I did that while they still breathed so they would feel it. And so, it would create a bloody massacre. Bodies don’t bleed the same if you dismember and cut them postmortem.

Normally I would prefer the torture sex to last all night if not even for days. However, this couple did live in a trailer park with neighbors so I couldn’t take all the time I wanted. But I did make it a gorefest for the time I did spend with them. And they felt it. They suffered. And they died. Actions have consequences. Even if the police don’t put two and two together, there might be some sadistic bitch like me who does. And what I do to somebody seems far more terrifying than prison.

Domination Phone Sex is Hot When You Take Charge of ME!

Domination Phone Sex

Domination Phone Sex is so fucking hot when you take charge of me.

I can’t help but be a submissive little fuck when I’m around you.

Being a good little sex slave for you.

But sometimes you piss me off so bad with your demands, I want to turn around and dominate you.

Show you what it’s like on the other side of the ropes, when I hold the keys to the handcuffs.

I want you on your knees, completely submitting to me.

I want you to know that I will take what I want, and if I want your cock right now, it will be mine.

You are powerless over me when the mood comes over me, you drive to be held down and raped for you, thinking you have authority over me.

You are my little sex slave now, and your cook will be mine now.

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Castration Phone Sex is The Best Inspiration For Me

When it comes to Castration Phone Sex fantasies, men come to me with a need. Ultimately, I adore more than castration. Why not just cut the whole fucking thing off and get culinary?
Obviously, he knows what awaits—I’ve whispered promises of ecstasy laced with agony. Now his eyes widen as I strip him bare, exposing his family jewels that I’ll soon claim.
Then, I bind his wrists above his head with silken ropes stained from past rituals. Ultimately, forcing him to stand vulnerable while I trace my sharp nails along his spine and exposed flesh.
Examining and enjoying a little blood letting, trickles of blood seep from my traces. Leaning in, I lap a line up and moan with pleasure at the taste on my lips.

Castration Phone Sex Fulfills A Hunger Within

Then, I kneel in front of him, brushing my lips over his hardening shaft. While teasing with soft licks that make him groan in false hope.
Of course, mercy isn’t in my vocabulary; I grip his balls firmly. Then I squeeze until he whimpers.  Finally, I fetch my gleaming silver blade from the altar.
Next, I slice deep, severing the sack with precise cuts. All while watching the hot blood spurt of my snuff sex ritual. As his screams echo off the isolated walls of a recording studio.
Then, I catch the severed orbs in my palm. Oh, how warm and pulsing they are. Next, I hold them up to his fading gaze, laughing as shock twists his face.
Subsequently, I rise, pressing my body against his weakening form. With my black lace corset rubbing against his chest. All while I force his mouth open and pop one testicle inside. Sadistically, I leer at him, demanding he start chewing.
Of course, he gags, tears streaming, but I pinch his nose shut until he swallows the salty flesh. Leaving his body convulsing in revulsion.
Now, I slowly carve the other from its sack. Ultimately, savoring each incision that exposes raw nerves. And this one, I devour it myself—biting down with a crunch. And close my eyes as the metallic tang explodes on my tongue. Now, his howls turn to sobs.
Cannibalism Phone Sex is Part of The Cycle of Death
Finally, as life ebbs from him, I straddle his lap, grinding my wet pussy against his mutilated groin. It’s the slick blood lubricating my thrusts against nothing but pain.
Above all, I cum hard, waves of sadistic bliss crashing over me. Then, I slit his throat in one fluid motion.  Additionally, I drink the gush of crimson that sprays my tits.
Of course, his body slumps lifeless, a canvas for my art, and I feast on the rest. In cannibalism phone sex pleasure, I start slicing tenderloin from his thighs, roasting it over hellfire coals.
Ultimately, in this snuff sex  symphony, I am the goddess, eternal and insatiable. While his essence fuels my dark hunger forever.
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Domination Phone Sex Streams with My Son Gives Mommy a Violent Makeover

domination phone sexExtreme domination phone sex live streams make my son money. Plus, it gives me the best pink cocaine. I understand the trade-off with my son. The best cocaine around in exchange for a few broken ribs and a violent makeover. I’m always game because my son brings me the best cocaine ever. And when he arrived yesterday, I showed off the fresh injections in my lips. My son likes me getting those injections because it turns my lips into cock pillows. My son seemed extra stressed, and I know that one of his stress release mechanisms is to beat mommy beautiful.

With my fun bags on display, he turned them into punching bags quickly. As I teetered on stiletto heels, looking like a pencil within inflatable tires, he started to beat me beautiful. Pushed my head in the bowl of cocaine while he punched me in my kidneys. He would hold my head in the coke, while punching the sides of my face at the same time.

He managed to punch my eyes, my cheeks and my lips too. When he let me up for air, my face looked Geisha white with pink tinge from the cocaine, and you could see the bruises already appearing. It gave me a sort of glam look. The live stream started the moment he arrived, and I could hear the tip chimes pouring in as he punched all around my body.

My Son Loves Me. He Beats Me Beautiful So I  Can Enjoy Great Cocaine

But I’m his ass rape porn star too. And no live stream would be complete without some abuse of my prolapsed asshole. He started punching my prolapse before he decided to string me up by it. He tied a string around my prolapsed asshole and spun me around like a lasso. When I landed on the ground with a thud, he spit in my face and punched my jaw a few times. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he helped me until they flew across the room.

I’ll do anything for my skinny powder. He kicked me, punched me and even spit in my face before he grabbed me by that prolapse and dragged me across the room. Chimes poured in. I knew he needed my ass pipe. So, he grabbed my prolapse, pulled it taught, and put a zip tie on it to turn it into his private cock sleeve. But instead of regular lube, he used icy hot as the lubrication for his new flesh light/ass sleeve. Ouch. The icy hot burned through my prolapsed asshole as he pounded my prolapsed ass.

He lit mommy up like the Fourth of July punching every ounce of my body while he mutilated my prolapse with his cock. When I collapsed onto the floor, he body slammed me. He takes full advantage of me. As he continued to beat me beautiful, he told me I seemed like a natural bottom bitch. But everybody knows that’s true. Cocaine makes me stupid and easy.

Somebody Needs to Beat Mommy Beautiful

When I saw him pull out the plastic bag and fill it with some Coke, I knew he wanted suffocation phone sex. He loves to watch me try to snort all the cocaine in the bag while he fucks my prolapse and fists my cunt. If I pass out, he punches me awake and we do it again. This always makes the chimes pour in too. With a bag over my head, he punched my eyes until they swelled shut.

Then he used my prolapsed asshole as a handlebar and dragged me to the bathroom so he could drown me in dirty toilet water. He forced my head into the toilet and held it down while he fucked my prolapsed asshole. When he wanted to give me a breathing break, he would flush the toilet. And he periodically pissed in my mouth too. He turned me into his piss pig and kept trying to drown me in front of his life stream audience. And they appeared to eat it up based on the number of tips that poured in.

I Look Good with a Violent MakeOver

And for his final act of violence, he decided to fuck my piss hole. He loves to hammer my urethra. As he shoved his dick down the only tight hole I still possess, he let mommy up again. I felt some ribs cracking as he punched and fucked my pee hole. He loves giving mommy a violent makeover. According to him, it makes me look prettier. So, he just kept punching, fucking and drowning me in the dirty toilet water.

By the time our live stream concluded, I looked completely swollen with my skin already turning black and blue. He hate fucked mommy. Punched my face, my head, my kidneys. Pissed on me. Kicked me. Fucked all four holes violently. But I know my boy loves me. I’m his cash cow. I’m a guaranteed money maker for his live streaming audience. He left me with a nice big bowl of pink cocaine so I can lick my wounds until the next time he needs money, feels stressed or both.