I have killer phone sex fantasies, do you? A guy called me last night and wanted to kill me. We do not always get what we want in life, losers. I am not the victim type. Try to make me a victim, you will pay with your life. Dean hired me to kill his ex-wife. It was a simple contract killing. He wanted no torture or anything. He wanted it to look like a robbery gone bad. I kill per a client’s request if it makes sense to do it that way. When I arrived to discuss business with him, he tried to flip the tables. He thought he was going to kill me. And he thought he could force his pathetic dick in my pussy. Oh boy was he out of his league. I am always prepared for the unexpected. Smart killers always are prepared. I had a big knife strapped to my leg and I cut him where it would hurt. He was bigger and stronger than me, but not as smart. I was able to disable him and get him restrained with my handcuffs. I cut his clothes off and showed him some torture sex before ending his life. No way I would let anyone who thought they could dupe me or kill me, live. I carved a big V in his chest to make my mark on the loser. Then I mutilated his man bits. And bits they were. Why is it always the tiny dick losers who think they can force themselves on women? Not this woman. I sliced his balls off his body with a serrated blade. It left a nasty mark. A scar was the least of his worries. He was bleeding out and I was not in the mood to practice any life saving measures on a tool who just tried to fuck me. I never killed his ex-wife. Not sure if she really existed. I did, however, kill him. It was a contract killing gone wrong. Gone wrong for him.
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Killer Phone Sex: You are the Victim, Never Me
Master’s Toy
I dressed up like a naughty school girl for my master, but not just for him to fuck and play with. For him to beat and let his monster out on. He loves to see skin cut open and blood come out. I was ready for anything he had coming my way and with that he smacked my face as I fell on the ground, he kicked me. As I looked up and saw the smile in his face, I could see the hard cock in his pants. It excited me to know he was turned on just made my pussy wet. He took his belt off and beat me with it I could feel the welts starting to build up on my skin. My pussy was throbbing at this point and when he pushed me on the ground and spread my legs, I was more than excited. He ripped my panties and shoved his cock deep in me he put his belt around my neck and pulled it as he fucked me hard. I could barely breath but when he came and was filling my pussy up, I couldn’t help but let out a moan and have my pussy orgasm for my master.
Taboo Phone Sex Mommy Whore
I am a taboo phone sex whore. That means I have no limits in life and no limits on the phone. I needed a large amount of coke last weekend since Monday was a holiday. Three days of partying means more coke. It also means I must work harder. I get my coke on the barter system. I trade my holes for coke. I have this one black dealer, who always trades my pussy for cock, but this time I had to sweeten the deal. He has in the past fucked me in front of my sons. He even makes me fuck my boys while he masturbates. He loves family fun. Like many of my callers, he wanted to fuck his mother when he was a young teen. Black men will often fuck anything. He was giving me a hardcore ass fucking, when he decided my ass had lost some of its appeal because it was not so tight anymore. I was desperate for coke. Until he is done using me, I do not get my coke. I suggested my boys’ back doors. He looked at me like I was crazy. He called me a disgrace of a mother because I was willing to trade my sons’ assholes for my coke. You better believe I was. I give up my fuck holes. Why not give up their fuck holes too? I told him that from behind, you cannot tell if they are boys or girls because of their age. They have long hair for boys. They have soft skin and cute bottoms. I sold my black drug dealer on my sons’ assholes. Marcus turned my young teen boys into ass rape porn stars so I could get my coke. They cried and they fought, but his foot long cock gaped their young assholes. Once we were home though, I got high, and I licked their assholes to clean them up and soothe them. Sometimes my boys need to take one for mommy.
Cut her life into Pieces
Let me help you cut a victims life into pieces during Necrophilia phone sex! By that I mean kill that little bitch we found running on the jogging trail, and give your necro fantasies a run for their money!
Early morning mist surrounded her as my presence appeared in front of her. It was too late, the fear in her eyes made me so horny that I knew she was our next victim. This is what she deserves for being in this big park all alone. You had required my services to hep you get the one thing you desired.
A victim who was pure and prefect for defiling. But I knew it was more than that, your cock desired. The nights we spent fucking and talking over a bowl, I knew you wanted three things. First was to violently sexual assault and force fuck a virgin. Second was a kill fuck.
You wanted to have me snap her neck right there in the woods as you brutalized her petite frame. One thing I do know, Men like you desire sex with dead bodies! And three you wanted to cut pieces of her off for a trophy. You think this will cure your needs, but its only victim number one, in a long long of casualty’s!
Master’s hairy pussy!
What master wants he gets no matter what! My Master loves when my tight victim pussy is fucking hairy! If it gets too long and I trim it or shave he will beat me and lock me in the basement for his buddies to fuck but if I’m a good worthless piggy sometimes he will let me eat dinner with him at the table instead of my little mutt bowl on the floor. Today I accidentally dropped one of my master’s plates and it broke I was so scared I was going to get killed all because of a little plate. So I hid it underneath the fridge and went to sleep and when my master came home from work he called me into the living room with his belt in hand! ” I have cameras all over the house you stupid fucking bitch” is all he said to me before he wrapped the belt around my neck choking me out! I woke up to a bunch of men with their cocks out abusing all of my tight little fuck holes and whipping me with belts I couldn’t scream because their cocks were too big all I could hope for after being filled to the brim with cum is that they won’t kill me!
I Get a Lollipop for Abuse and Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
Phone sex is what I enjoy. I get to talk to men all day who enjoying fucking a woman hardcore. Guys do not call me for the GFE experience. They call me for their rape phone sex fantasies. They call me because they want to get rough with a bitch, maybe even snuff her. They call me because they know I am a pain slut with a death wish. They call me because I will do all the things their wives will never do.
Callers ask me every day how I got to be so demented. That is easy to explain. I have daddy issues. When I was just a little girl, Daddy violated my tiny holes morning, noon and night. He would tie me up, invite his friends over and gang bang me. Using me as a gangbang rape porn star was one of the nicer things Daddy did for me. He would sodomize me with beer bottles and fists. He would beat me. He would make me do sex shows with Rover to entertain his friends.
Every time Daddy would hurt me, he gave me a lollipop for being a good little whore. He conditioned me to be a pain slut. I never miss Daddy, but I end up with men just like him all the time. Daddy use to tell me he had to be cruel to be kind so I would learn my place. He was right. The worse you treat me, the better I treat you. That is fucked up, right? Last night one of my mean daddy masters stopped by on his way home from work to skull fuck me and smack me around. He strangled me while skull fucking me. And then he sodomized me for hours. He gave me a lollipop; told me I was a good girl and came back to abuse me this morning on his way to work. I will never learn.
Castration Phone Sex Fantasy
Think you want castration phone sex? You would be surprised how many men do. They lack the balls to take their balls. Pun intended, LOL. That is where I come in. I am not afraid to chop off a man’s balls. Let’s be honest for a moment. If a man wants his balls removed, is he a man? I do not think so. I think I need to step in and chop those worthless nuggets off for a loser who cannot muster the guts to do it himself. Many find me from my ads on the dark web. Some I find all on my own, like Terry. He is a neighbor. Turns out he is a peeping Tom too. I was up late on calls, and I heard something in the yard. So did my dog. There was Terry with his face pressed against the bedroom window. I was in my dungeon which is in the front of the house. I ran outside with Billie my Rottweiler who is very protective of me. She stopped him from hopping the fence. I told him he could come inside, or I would call the cops. He chose to come inside. Did I mention he is a schoolteacher? Total pervert and I had no idea until last night. Once he was inside, I told him I was old school. I still believe in an eye for an eye punishment. I used my taser on him to make him more manageable. I put him in my castration chair to take his worthless testicles. This chair has killed criminals in the past. Now, it is castrating perverts. The way to stop a peeping Tom is to take away his dirty urges. The way to do that is to remove his balls. I separated his cock from his balls. One slice and they were dog food. Billie loves eating worthless balls. I used a hot skillet to cauterize his wound. And I sent the loser back home with his balls. I am a cock and balls torture sex queen. I have no problem treating your man bits like Mike Tyson’s opponent.
Torture Phone Sex Show
It has been a torture phone sex weekend. My husband took the boys camping. I do not camp unless it is a cabin the woods with a spa bathroom. I love the great outdoors. I just do not want to sleep with creepy crawlies. My stepson paid me a visit last night. It is never good for me when he shows up when my husband is not around. He is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He loves to torture me. He loves to profit off my body. He is a sick fuck. He tweaks on the weekends and holidays. He is a total meth head. When he needs money, he pays me a visit. He loves to live stream our torture sex sessions. The sounds of Bitcoins makes him up his game. Men pay to see him do nasty and painful shit to my MILF body. Men who must hate their mothers because they pay to see me punched, burned, fucked and cut. My stepson was fucking my ass when someone paid him a large sum of Bitcoins to fist my ass. Not just fist it, but double fist it. I was scared. He has big hands. I am a tiny woman. Sure, I can take cock in my ass, but two big hands? He was nice enough to use lube, but not sure it mattered much. It was painful as fuck. He even left his rings on to shred my asshole. The viewers were eating it up though. I could hear the barrage of dings as men tipped him for ruining my asshole. I was bleeding and shitting. By the time he was done, his hands were coated in my blood and shit. I was crying from the pain. He just shoved his fingers in my mouth and made me clean up the mess I made of him. I was just grateful it was over. Over at least for the day. He will be back, and it will be worse than this time. It always is.
Snuff Sex with a Bad Ass Domme
He traded me to a female Mistress. Master never told me why, but this bad ass bitch showed up at my door and told me I was her snuff sex whore for 24 hours. I was not sure about this arrangement. I mean, I am accustomed to male masters. When I questioned her, she punched me in the gut so hard, I doubled over. She tied me up tightly and began torturing me. She was in this leather BDSM outfit. She was hot and my cunt was wet. She was streaming our time together. She put on a monstrous strap-on to violate my ass. She informed that things could go two ways for me. I could let her fuck me and use me for hardcore bondage and anal torture or I could suffer a more painful fate. Mutilation or maybe even death. I am a pain slut, and a good submissive whore, but women scare me as masters. This bitch was into some sick torture sex and I am not taking about nipple torture and whippings. She has pictures of girls whose cunts she had stapled and sewed shut. I smelled the blood and death in the air. She had killed recently in the very room I was in. I did not want to die that day, so I told her to fuck me however she wanted. I chose to endure some pain getting some ass torture if it meant my pussy would not be mutilated and I got to keep on breathing. She used everything she could find from her fist to a baseball bat to fuck my asshole. If you are looking for a whore to torture and kill or explore your rape fantasies with, I will do whatever you want to stay alive, just like I did with that bad ass bitch mistress. I am a tough victim too. She shredded my asshole, and I am still walking!
A Murder On Mount Everest
I like to celebrate slick little things in twisted fucking ways. The girl I had been dragging up the mountain with me was no exception. She was young, and terrified. But, the little slut had learned early on that if she wanted to live, she needed to climb. I had her food, her water, her shelter. Little did she know, she was just carrying my supplies up for the way back down.
My cunt was soaked under my snow gear. To commemorate the first cresting of Mount Everest back in 1953 on May 29th, I was scaling icy slopes with a sweet lamb for sacrifice coming along for the ride. If you know me, you know I’m a snuff slut who’s as real as they cum, I mean come. So, to celebrate E. Hillary from New Zealand and T. Norgay of Nepal cresting the highest point humanly possible to manually obtain, I plan to skin this girl alive, in the freezing cold.
I’m going to bleed this little bitch out with a vibrator on her clit, and leave her just the way she is for the next adventurer to find. I’m going to torture this little bitch sadistically slow. Butcher her, piece by piece, and create an erotic scene that no one will ever be able to recover. They’ll never be able to get a crime unit up here. And this filthy whore, who’d dared to make eyes at my boyfriend, would mark this spot for me and my twisted true crime fantasies forever. She would bleed for me.