Snuff phone sex is what you get with me. You do not have to be a brain surgeon to understand I am not your girlfriend, and I am not your bitch. Every fucking day though I encounter some fucking loser who calls me baby or mommy or any else such nonsense. I hate brats. I hate most men. I am not a weak woman who changes who she is for a buck or a man. I do not feel the need to be coupled up because I am still single in my 30s. No biological clock is ticking for me because I do not want any brats. I know this one guy from a Goth bar I go to often. He has been a staple there since I started going to this bar when I was 21. Maybe younger too. I have never hung out with him. He knows to leave me alone. The other night, however, he thought he would chat up this snuff porn maker. He did what mothers do to women. He started asking when I was going to get married and talking about how I will be too old to procreate. I would have shanked him right there if it was not a public setting. My grandpa trained me better than that. I spiked his drink then let him take me home. We went to my place. I am always prepared for some torture at my place. Since I never know what tool, I might meet or what annoying brat may piss me off, I have a dungeon for torture always ready to go. This Goth boy thought I was going to introduce him to my mommy. I killed her a decade ago. What a fucking delusional loser he was. I will never marry. And clearly, I will kill any man who thinks I should be some flower lost in her husband’s shadows. I had no real reason to explore my killer phone sex bitch with him, but I was in a mood and his comment pushed me over the edge. Now there is a dead Goth boy who is missing his cock. He had a Prince Albert piercing. I took his piercing out as a souvenir before I tossed his severed dick to the wolves with the rest of his body. Consider yourself warned. If I can kill one of my own, I can kill you too.
Category: Snuff porn
Snuff Phone Sex is What You Get with This Goth Girl
My Gangbang Rape Porn Addiction!
I think it’s safe to say that my gangbang rape porn addiction turned me into a goth teen succubus! On the outside I was a lonely goth girl with no friends but on the inside I was a teen whore waiting to be fucked by Satan himself. My mind became a dark amusing place, I was obsessed with gangbang rape porn scenes and I couldn’t stop masturbating to them while screaming ‘hail Satan!’ as I came. I’d see a woman being brutally gang banged and I couldn’t help but soak my little emo panties. I wanted to be the girl being savaged but I also wanted to be the one doing the force fucking… I started fantasizing all the time about it. Finally, I made it happen after graduation; I let a bunch of guys I found on craigslist come to my house while my parents were away. They knew the only reason they were there was to make a filthy mess of my goth teen cunt by forcing me to be the star of my very own gangbang rape porn home video!
He Made Me Cum To Snuff Porn!

My brother showed me a snuff porn of a teen girl getting force fucked in front of her family and I was secretly turned on by it. It was a home movie of a family on vacation, the young teen daughter was beautiful and happy, the mom and dad were clearly proud of her and the little baby in their arms completed the picture of happiness. I knew something bad was going to happen to them because my brother only liked blood and gore porn. The video cut to black and then showed the family by a camp fire, the static took over and then the video camera was on the young daughter. She was tied up, naked and laid on the ground, I could see a man on top of her he was clearly fucking her bloody. The mom and dad were tied up, beaten and the mom was naked too, there were as a large group of guys circling… like a hunting party found their cute family camping trip. They made gangbang rape porn with the two women before they castrated the father and snuffed him too. My brother was licking my cunt the whole time I watched, I came against my will when they fucked the hot little teen slut with three cocks at the same time.
More Murder phone sex Fantasies for Whores
Before I started this I didn’t realize Murder phone sex Fantasies were hot. Sometimes I’d allow a guy to choke me but it wasn’t something I fantasied about until after I started here. I’ve always been one to get aroused talking about edgy asphyxiation but then one day someone said I can do it myself with a silk tie. Generally I think of myself as being an addict to playing with my sweet wet cunt and I just do my job and keep rubbing my clit while I’m on calls but when I set up the noose, goddamn does that take it to the next level. Let’s not even talk about how mentioning Satan during orgasm or on the way literally intensifies the experience. Murder me please baby. I won’t resist.
snuff movies in a sex dungeon
My master took me to make some snuff movies. You know, I think that he has always been a torture-loving individual. Now that he got me where he wanted, he knew he would take full advantage of me. I am addicted to him, and he knows. When he takes control of me, nothing else matters in this world. All I want is for you to tell me what to do. We went over to this dungeon. Well, it’s a Sex Dungeon of some sort. Now the pleasure is not for the women. It’s for men because men rule everything. At this place, there were girls like me who had been in relationships with Masters who had completely controlled them and dictated their lives. The Masters loved using us all and getting us all in severe pain. Whips & paddles, all kinds of tools, you name it it was all there for us
Roleplay Phone Sex Lets Me Be Your Teenage Cock Teasing Daughter
I love roleplay phone sex calls. We get to live out our hottest dark fantasies. I have this one guy in my life who loves daddy daughter role plays. Now, he has a twist to the typical daddy daughter scenario. He is a violent daddy. He hires me to be his schoolgirl cunt about once a month. As a pain slut and a nasty freak, I always take his money. It sometimes stirs up unpleasant memories of daddy, but I focus on the money. This weekend when we met, I wore a schoolgirl outfit, complete with white cotton panties. Daddy needed to punish me for being a cock tease. He wanted me to be a bratty teen who flashed her schoolgirl panties to every boy in school. He watches a lot of teen rape porn videos for inspiration. Daddy paddled my bottom until it was raw. He used his hands, his belt and his old fraternity wooden paddle. Oh my gosh, that thing hurt my ass. I still have red welts in the shape of the Greek letters on my ass! Daddy was angry and I paid the price for being his cock teasing daughter.
The spanking was just foreplay to daddy. He ripped my cotton panties off my body, leaving a panty burn on my inner thigh. Daddy was pissed at his daughter. Years of pent-up sexual frustration over a young girl accumulated into rough sex for me. I could handle it though. I have been the punching bag for a few men on and off the phone. Okay, a lot of men. Anyway, daddy punished my pussy and ass with his big cock too. He tore my hymen, making me bleed crimson red on his dick. My asshole bled too. He turned his teenage girl into an ass rape porn star with one hot role play. Can I be your punching bag next?
Kill thrill makes my Pussy wet!
Kill thrill makes me wet.
Snuff movies make my hot little pussy wet. I am not like one of those boring bitches you will find at church or hanging out at a country club. I am that twisted whore that will grab your dick in the dark corner of a bar and take you home with me.
Romantic and Ultra bloody flicks.
When I get you home, I will put on an ultra-romantic yet bloody snuff film and blow you as you watch young brats being raped and destroyed. I will suck you until the very end when little sally is slowly being strangled and then I will climb onto your hard cock and fuck your traumatized body until Little sally takes her last labored breath and I squirt.
That’s why you just can’t get enough.
That’s right baby I am not your average girl But then again that’s why your addicted to me.
Accomplice Phone Sex Makes Me Do Very Bad Things
He forced me into accomplice phone sex. According to him, if I wanted coke, I had to bring him something young and tender to fuck. He was not fucking me because I was too old and used up for him. I tried to sell him on my ass, but he wanted young flesh. Even though he was at least 20 years older than me, I was still too old for him. I did not want to do it. I am submissive. I did not want to bring him a young girl. I hated the thought of how he would molest such a young girl, maybe even ruin her for life, but I needed coke and I was out of options. I am a coke fiend. I go through much more coke than the ordinary person. I bet I could out coke you. When I was out of options, I decided to find him a slut for his teen rape porn needs. I hated to do it, but it was her or coke. Coke always wins. I struggled to get a girl to come with me, but eventually, I found a young girl, a little pudgy, seemed like she had no friends. She was not part of any pack. I told her I was friends with her mother and she came willingly with me. She was not the cutest of girls, but no doubt she was a virgin and had the tight teen holes this dealer craved. He was happy with my selection. I wanted my coke and I wanted to leave, but he made me watch him fuck her. He was brutal with her holes too. I mean he fucked the shit out of her. She was no ass rape porn star, but he tore her ass up anyway. I think he took a perverse pleasure in making me watch him violate her virgin holes. I got my coke which is a good thing. I need to get high to forget what I did to that young girl.
Evil phone sex whore Stephanie
I’m just sitting here waiting to have evil phone sex with the first caller that is dark and twisted enough to make me cum. I keep fantasizing about the family that just moved in next door. Nothing stands out about them but when a psychotic, gutter slut like me gets bored, no one is safe! I’m writing like it’s all a fantasy so that no one will try to stop me from actually breaking into their house, late at night and doing everything I’ve ever dreamed of doing. I’m going to start out by sneaking into the nursery and sinking my knife deep into the head of their grubby, little offspring. I’ll swirl my blade around to scramble her brains like eggs. Off I go to the parent’s bedroom so that I can slide Daddy’s dick into the hole and let him wake up fucking the brains out of his own brat! He might try to scream but I doubt it because I’ll be sitting on his face, holding him down and bouncing that little dead brat on his dick. I don’t give a fuck if we wake his wife up because she’s next. I’ll hold her down and make sure she watches while her husband’s hard dick is sliding in and out of their brat’s head. I want her to see the limp, little body flopping around as her husband is filling it with cum for me! My whore cunt is so fucking wet from me thinking and dreaming about torturing and snuffing this cute, little family. When you call I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do to the wife…
Fantasy Phone Sex with a Sick Bitch
I love fantasy phone sex. Not the typical kind of fantasy stuff either. I like violent shit. I want rape fantasies and extreme age play and even snuff. I spent my youth being abused by daddy and his friends. Then I spent more than a decade owned by a capricious and violent master. When I gained my freedom, it was at the expense of young girls. Initially, I felt guilty. Two dozen teen girls later, I felt conflicted. After almost 100 girls later, I felt pleasure and gratitude. Pleasure in leading young, innocent girls to their demise or servitude, and gratitude that it was no longer me. I aged out. I would have been a snuff porn victim. Master kills his slaves once they no longer fancy him. Sometimes, he sells them to sex traffickers. Either way, I was not going to have any freedom. I was desperate. I have always had a strong will to survive. The shit I have been through would lead most women to kill themselves. Not me. I am scrappy and resilient. I made a deal with master. One he could not refuse. Now, I work for him as a freelancer. When he needs young teen sluts to abuse or trade for drugs, he pays me to be the merchandise handler. I find the girl he wants and deliver her to him or his partner. I proved useful when I brought him 100 whores over a year in exchange for my life and my freedom. Even just bringing him a slut 4 times a year, I would not need to work, but I like my taboo phone sex line. I love talking to men even more perverted than me. My private life has at times been brutal. But what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, right? And, what doesn’t kill you, makes you a sadistic cunt too.
















