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Knife Play Phone Sex Who Isn’t Afraid to Put my Life on the Line!

Knife Play Phone Sex

I love Knife Play Phone Sex with a man who isn’t afraid to put my life on the line.

A man who will hold a knife to my throat while he force fucks me, shoving that cock so far inside me.

Face fuck me until I’m choking and gagging on your fat hog!

Threat to slice my neck and fuck the wound hole.

My life is in your hands, Master.

I will suck your cock and a sharp night to your balls.

Threatening to shop your ball sack off while I drain you of all your jizz.

If you don’t cum, every drop, down my throat, you can kiss your beautiful heavy balls goodbye.

Two can play this game, Daddy! 

 

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

Murder phone sex Fantasies, deep red cum, hot sticky mess

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies aren’t something I shy away from. In fact, it’s freeing to me. I’ll pick the right one. Personally, I don’t have a favorite age, so tell me what yours is, and I’ll get the perfect one.

The little slut will scream and cry, but I’ll be soaked!

I’ll make sure you sink your cock into her deeper than what’s possible. You will be hypnotized and thrust deep into her pathetic slit.

And her agonizing screams will take me to the brink of a pussy squirt. Go ahead, sexy, mercilessly pound away.

I will reveal the instrument of torture, a cruel iron device designed to rip and tear at flesh.

Every time you pump into her unwilling hole, I will strike. and begins to mercilessly deliberate grooves into the little slut’s supple body, drawing fresh rivers of blood with each savage twist.

As the torturous act reaches its crescendo, your brutal cock throbs and pulses, erupting in a torrent of deep, viscous cum, flooding her ravaged pussy and bathing her in a hot, sticky mess. Mixed with the blood, I can’t resist, I need to get a taste. Your cum and her blood floods my senses with flavor.

Our little slave is hanging on by a thread but the brutality is far from over. With our victim now limp and helpless, we turn our attention to the other. Fucking on top of her brutalized flesh!

I want her to feel excruciating pain till the last breath. So I twist her nipples until they snap off, as you spit in her tender face.  Then to degrade her even more force her in between my legs.

Make her lick my evil cunt and I’ll piss all over her face.

That why she will be too distracted to know what you are going to do with that knife. After the Torture sex is her death. A slash to her neck, bleeding out all over me.

 

Snuff Sex Whore Who Surrendered to the Best Demonic Sodomy

I’m Geneva, the Snuff Sex whore who surrendered to Demonic sodomy and swung in the Village Square.
It started when I sold my tight little holes in the back alleys long before the devil claimed me. First, I discovered the dark pleasure of sodomy and never looked back.
Moreover, every thick cock that stretched my greedy ass felt like pure demonic fire. Consequently, I begged strangers to ruin me harder, deeper, and filthier, moaning like the possessed whore I had become. “Fuck my sinful ass until I scream for Satan himself!” I cried, and they always obeyed.
However, the village finally caught me. Soon, the elders dragged me naked into the square while hundreds of men and their grown sons watched. Furthermore, they sentenced me to public sodomy as punishment before the rope.

Snuff Sex and Sodomy Are My Demise

Next, they bent me over the wooden platform and took turns with me. One after another, they rammed their cocks balls-deep into my ass while I laughed and begged for more.
“Use your little fuck whore! Fill this demonic cunt with every drop!” I screamed as load after load flooded my guts. As a result, cum poured down my thighs in thick rivers. In fact, I came so hard my legs shook while they passed me around like a cheap rag doll.
Finally, they looped the noose around my slender neck. I felt the rough rope tighten, and then the trapdoor dropped.
In the end, my neck snapped with a loud crack. Leaving my body to swing limp and lifeless in the center of the square. All while every man and son who had just used me stepped forward again.
They stroked themselves over my dangling corpse.  Ultimately, painting my dead tits, my broken face, and my still-leaking ass with fresh ropes of jizz. Now my lifeless body hung there for hours, dripping with the cum of the entire village.
I am Geneva, the little fuck whore who embraced demonic sodomy and paid with my life. Even in death, my ruined holes and cum-soaked skin served as the ultimate warning — and the ultimate thrill for every man who watched me swing.
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Bondage Phone Sex Whore Gets Tied Up and Gang Banged

bondage phone sexBondage Phone sex may not be my favorite thing in the world, but it beats torture any day. Occasionally, I answer bondage ads I see on the dark net. And I understand I always take a risk when I respond to these ads because anybody can put up an ad. Does not mean I am responding to a legitimate porn producer. I don’t care about legitimate or not if they can pay me enough to make it worth my while.

Andy dangled a huge bag of cocaine in front of me if I agreed to be a bondage whore for a photo shoot. His model who he hired never showed up and he had a deadline. He makes dark violent content for private collectors. Photo shoots and movies for one man to beat off to for the rest of his life. And this client who hired him wanted to see a MILF tied up and brutalized.

The ad just said bondage modeling. Never mentioned making a gangbang rape porn while tied up. But I guess he hoped I would be desperate enough for the cocaine to agree to anything. And he took a gamble on the right submissive whore. I will do anything to get that huge bag of cocaine. And the only thing on my mind when I agreed to his bondage shoot was the coke.

I Will Do Anything for Coke and It Will Kill Me One Day

And this monkey on my back will kill me one day. Not the cocaine itself because I can out snort Pablo Escobar. However, the things I do to get my blow will most definitely kill me one day. The director invited random men off the street to fuck me. And I couldn’t fight them. Metal chains held my legs up and apart. Plus, he handcuffed my hands behind my back.

I couldn’t lay completely down. While tied up in the most uncomfortable position, my neck dangled. The only relief I enjoyed came when the men would fuck my mouth after they fucked my cunt or my ass. Some of them held my head for me so I could focus on deep throating their dicks.

My entire body feels like a truck ran over me. I can barely move today. I lost count after 30 men fucked me for hours. But I feel like a strung out druggie whore needing a fix. But I got my fix. Man after man fucked my pussy, mouth and my ass too. I guess I should be lucky. I didn’t dislocate anything tied up in that awkward position.

But I earned that cocaine. I’ve never felt this sore. I feel more like I made a torture sex video more than a gang bang one. But this is the life of a druggy MILF. If this monkey remains on my back, I will keep putting myself into dangerous situations.

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Bloody Phone Sex

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Fucking this pussy raw and with so much force, you make me bleed even more!

Crimson streaks already smearing my inner lips, my pussy swollen and glistening with period flow.

Luring you here, promising the dirtiest ride of your life.

“Fuck this messy cunt. Make it hurt so good.”

More blood seeps out around your shaft.

Your cock emerges slick and red, streaked with my cycle, hot as my pussy.

The assault makes gushes of blood come out in every thrust.

Sliding down my ass crack and making a naughty mess on the sheets.

My swollen tits bouncing, my nipples hardening from every pound into my cervix.

Fuck me harder and harder, Daddy.

Don’t stop until you fucked all the blood out!

 

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Revenge Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI would not call myself a cold stone killer phone sex babe. For most of my life men treated me like nothing more than a submissive slave. It got ingrained in me at an early age that I lacked any power. But somewhere along the line, I became a switch. Maybe with age I got wiser. But I think I got a taste for inflicting pain, not necessarily on other girls, but definitely on men.

I certainly possess killer revenge fantasies. Not a day goes by that I do not fantasize about killing or castrating the men from my youth who abused me and that includes my dad. However, I think my biggest revenge fantasy remains killing my mother. What do they call that, matricide?

If my mother never left me alone with my father, likely, my life would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would be married with a family and a normal job. Who knows. She took away a lot of my options leaving me with a man she knew would abuse me.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

Sometimes, these wicked dreams of torture sex creep into my mind while I sleep. And last night I dreamt that I ran into my mother, and after all these decades, she didn’t recognize me. She couldn’t even see the resemblance. In my dream, I encountered my mother at my local coffee shop going for a fix. I saw her there with a wedding ring on her finger, sipping her coffee like she did not have a care in the world. I saw that rock. She married well.

In my fantasy, I approached her about being her daughter, and she just laughed at me, cocked her head, and told me to fuck off. But I could tell from the nervous energy that she just lied to me. So, I apologize for mistaking her for somebody else and left. But I didn’t really leave. I hid in my car until she came out and I followed her home.

Broke into her home, grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen I could find, went into her bedroom and stabbed her 100 times. Overkill. The type of murder that the police would focus on somebody close to her. Even though I took some jewelry and stuff to stage it like a robbery, I did not feel confident that the police would suspect a robbery. But I couldn’t help it. My rage came out with each stab and before long I overkilled her.

Sometimes, The Accomplice Wants to Kill Solo

I know better than that too. As the accomplice, I’ve honed my skills that keep me flying under the radar. A seasoned accomplice knows how to stage the scene. But I let my emotions get the better of me.

And a violent phone sex kill felt deserving for the mother who abandoned me and didn’t care that her husband would abuse his daughter in her absence. As police circled in on me, I woke up thankfully. My heart raced. Such a vivid dream that it felt real. I honestly thought I killed my mother.

But that dream made me want to do it more. So, I’m signing up for one of those DNA online things thanks to my dream. I know I can’t make it look like overkill. Even though the murder of my mother feels so personal, I will kill her. And I will kill her in such a way that will ensure that I evade suspicion. The bitch deserves to die. And thanks to my dream I’ve made it my mission to find my mother and kill her for the years of abuse I suffered in her absence.

Evil phone sex whore Stephanie wants to play

evil phone sex

 

I’m tired of being teased with vanilla roleplay scenes that leave me wet and wanting more.

Tell me your most sick and evil phone sex fantasies so that my cunt can gush and squirt.

If you don’t already know, I’m one fucked up slut.

The most twisted and deranged fantasies can’t even come close to the thoughts that run through my evil mind.

I have constant thoughts of inflicting the most insane amounts of pain on my victims.

I’m not talking about whips, chains and force fucking.

My cunt gets wet to the scenes that have me slicing bitches up and feeding their organs to you.

Force fucking them is fun and all but only if I get to rip their cunt and ass into one giant, gaped hole.

Whores like me love extreme scenes like the ones that have me snapping bones, bashing teeth out and leaving my victims in a bloodbath.

I know you have a victim in mind or you wouldn’t be shopping for an accomplice slut to help you.

Tell me the details so that we can get our plan together.

Men hire me all the time to be their special, little helper.

My last victim screamed so much that I had to cut her tongue out to shut her up.

I threatened to slit her throat if she didn’t chew it up and swallow it.

After I cut all of her fingertips and toes off, I sliced off her eyelids and lips.

Each piece that I cut off of that bitch went into her mouth where I stuffed it down her throat.

Keeping her alive was never a concern of mine so I didn’t take it easy on her.

I mutilated her in every way that I was told to, plus more!

We left her ripped open, shredded apart and unrecognizable.

If details from stories like that make your dick hard, then give me a call.

I want to tell you the details that are too graphic to write about.

Gangbang Rape Porn With My Sister

Gangbang rape porn gets your cock rock hard, you can’t get enough of my hardcore gangbang stories, let me tell you about the time I had my younger sister’s cunt force fucked by thirteen hung big black cock thugs. 

Gangbang rape pornMy foster parents always insisted that I let my younger foster sister tag along with me everywhere I went. The last time was a few nights ago I was going to a party, and she just had to come with me. 

She got really hammered at the party, got really loose, flirted with all the older guys, she was being a real cock tease. 

One of the guys said that I should let them teach her a lesson, I agreed to send her upstairs to get our coats out the bedroom, but she went to the wrong room, when she went into the room it was a couple guys in there, she tried to run away but wasn’t fast enough. 

They blocked the entrance, started pulling at her clothes ripping her stockings, threw her on the bed, her little thong ripped off, that bald pink pussy exposed, one of them held her legs down, another held her arms, the third taking out his huge cock, ramming it in her tight virgin cunt, popping her cherry as she screamed in pain. 

Once they found out she was a virgin they lined up taking turns, they fucked all of her holes until she was sore stretched out and gaping, her pussy was ripped and leaking cum, her little asshole prolapsed and inflamed, they really put those holes to work. 

When she finally came back downstairs her hair and make-up was a mess, her stockings were missing, she had bruises all over her thighs and wrist, bet you she won’t tag along with me anymore.

Accomplice Phone Sex Takes the Heat of This Druggy Mommy

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. For one I love helping men with their dark fantasies and their devious endeavors. But I also like profiting from somebody else’s pain, not mine. Decades of being the slave makes me a good accomplice. But I never get asked to be the accomplice. So, when I did, I put my all into it because it felt like a break from the usual submissive whore stuff men force me to do.

I support my drug habits being the victim. The strung-out druggie whore mother, so desperate for cocaine she lets packs of feral men ravage her. I showed up the other day at this place to make a snuff film. But I assumed I’d be the snuff star. Because I always am the victim. However, this director, who I worked with in the past, wanted me to be the accomplice instead. He makes a ton of snuff movies. This time I would be the mother of the snuff star. A young girl.

This excited me. For once, I would earn cocaine money and not return home, black and blue or with some sort of injury I needed to explain away. Although I did feel bad for the young girl because I knew the other male costars would brutalize her fuck holes, I felt relieved that I would not be victimized. So, the premise of this little underground flick centered on a desperate mother selling her young girl online to the highest bidder for drug money.

Sometimes, I Get to Be the Accomplice, and I Enjoy the Focus on Someone Else for Once

I don’t have any daughters luckily. Because honestly, sometimes when I’m super strung out, I think about shit like that. I’ve heard stories all my life. I travel in a world of seedy men who no doubt would purchase a young girl to do nefarious things to if they could get away with it. But in this movie, the man who purchased my daughter wanted me to watch all the vile and violent things he did to my daughter

Although I cannot tell you the age here I can on a call because the daughter I sold online seemed super young. And this man strapped her down to a table and fucked every one of her holes violently. Even put a fist in her pussy and ass. At her age, being an ass rape porn star feels worse than at my age. I watched him destroy these tiny little holes while she cried for me. But I just stood on the sidelines doing lines of cocaine watching him force fuck her tiny little body into oblivion.

For my role, the director paid me handsomely. Enough money to buy cocaine for the week. And I went home with no bruises or visible marks to explain a way. However, the vision of that man violating such a tiny little girl stock with me for a while.

But with enough cocaine, I won’t feel bad for the girl for long. That girl can take this moment and let it break her or make her stronger. That’s her choice. I chose wisely with this snuff movie because I didn’t get hurt at all. However, I bet this experience ruins her for the rest of her life. But that’s not on me.