Category: Snuff sex

Sex with dead bodies

Sex with dead bodiesWhat a wild night it’s been, having sex with dead bodies has never felt better. Monetta and I just got home from escorting together for this filthy rich man. He’s so hott and can buy anything he wants, yet he chose the two most disgusting snuff sluts that he could find to have some nasty fun with. We’ve heard about his dark and violent ways so we were incredibly thrilled to be able to be submissive to that millionaire cock. When we arrived to his massive mansion, he had bricks of blow stacked up & ready to be snorted down. He had been partying all day long and so had Monetta and I… it was a disaster in the making already! Nothing was off limits for our kinky millionaire, he had no fear when it came to putting his hands on us and beating us like we deserved to be beaten. Nasty snuff whores have cunts that are only good for getting destroyed. We were all doing lines off each other, getting nice and fucked up even more so. He buckled a conjoined spiked dog collar tightly around both of our necks and dragged us down to his dungeon, throwing us down the flight of stairs and laughing as we tumbled to the bottom. It was pitch black, ice cold and reeked of rotting flesh. When he switched on the light, we were surrounded by fresh corpses hanging on hooks. Monetta and I were screaming in terror and as he whipped the shit out of us, causing our skin to gash open and bleed all over. He asked which rotten body we wanted to fuck, we chose the pretty blonde with her eyes gauged out. Her corpse plummeted to the freezing cement ground and as we got a closer look we could see that she had thick rope wrapped around her neck, it was obvious that she suffered immense agony as she was hanged to death. His steel-toed boots hurt so bad as he brutally drop-kicked us from head to toe. I shoved my tongue inside of the dead cunt, there were maggots flooding out and down my throat. Monetta spread her asshole open and fucked a strap-on that we latched on to the rotten bitch. He forced us to do some of the most evil shit, i’ll never be able to get this night out of my memory. Murder phone sex fantasies are exactly what victims like us deserve to go through, no matter how violent, sadistic and traumatizing.Murder phone sex Fantasies

Inception

2 Girl phone sex

Power cocaine and cash that’s one way to rule. I was stripping downtown at a top Westwood club and was having quite the busy day. One of the VIP regulars finally approached me. I was beyond thrilled up until this point I was trying to keep up with the blonde bombshell babe Macey. She was pretty snarky and knew she was the star of the show. Surprisingly she never got her hands on Andrew. Guess I caught his attention first. The other sluts weren’t too fond of me snatching him. He was handsome as can be and I couldn’t even quite understand what he was doing at a strip joint. He was dressed to the nines. I can spot a nice tom ford suit from a mile away. He smelled like money and mystery. 

torture sexThings got quite heated in the VIP room. I was ordered to do some lines right on his cock. I loved the instant high I got! It was instant gratification. I could tell he was high as a kite too. We started to talk a bit after a couple of cum shots to my face and mouth. There were a couple of similar interest we saw we had in common. One was obvious we both enjoyed good angel dust, the other was torture sex! We played a game that soon got too real. Andrew told me he chose me because he could tell  I would make the perfect accomplice and he loved that I had a deep hatred for Macey. Andrew could see my dislike for Macey would get us in some fun trouble. I let him in on a dark fucked up fantasies I have had, and He got an instant erection. I wanted so badly to kidnap Macey and strangle the slut while she’s getting fucked by a group of masked men. As she’s taking her last gasp for air, I want to see the desperation in her eyes. Think we both agreed the bitch had to die!  

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It wasn’t going to be fast we both like to take our time. Lure the victim trap the victim and make the victim weak as can be and then you can say we are in for a not so smooth ride. 😉

 

My Worst Fantasy Phone Sex Nightmare

fantasy phone sexWhen it’s fantasy phone sex, anything goes. That is what I love about this job. I like to get fucked up on coke, which always takes me to extreme places. I have dark fantasies. Very dark fantasies. What about you?  I tend to run my mouth when I am fucked up too. I told my stepson about a deep dark fantasy last week. I know better than to tell him anything. He hates me. He gets me high because he knows I run my mouth and I don’t fight him when he abuses me. The truth is that I like the abuse. I told him this sick fantasy I have about spiders. There is nothing that scares me more than spiders. We were talking about fears. I told the wrong person that I thought I might have a heart attack if spiders were crawling all over my body while fucking. I am a submissive MILF; the thought of a man exposing me to my worst fear turns me on but scares me too. Last night my sick fantasy became a reality. I didn’t have a heart attack, but I pissed myself and hyperventilated. My stepson dragged me out of bed and tossed me in the cellar. He was taunting me in the dark. His voice seethes with hate. He hooked me up to a fuck machine. What came next, I never could have imagined. He dumped a container of hairy, big spiders on me. I was restrained to the bed frame while getting fucked and these creepy spiders were all over my body. I was shaking. I have never been so scared. This was not fantasy, it was torture sex. I was shaking badly from fear. I couldn’t enjoy the fuck machine. My stepson laughed at me as he jacked off on my face.  I knew I should have never told him my worst fear.

Punished for blasphemy

Blasphemy phone sexHaving blasphemy phone sex makes me giggle because i’m such a bad girl, I burn up into flames every time I step foot in any sort of holy and sacred space. While at church with Master on this fine Sunday, he summoned the priest into the back room where he was holding me at so that he could repent me of my sins for scolding the Lord’s name in vain. Master hates when I am outspoken against his religious beliefs and demands that I receive the highest form of punishment in repayment for my outlandish words and thoughts. The nasty shit I say about religion and the way I use Jesus’s name in all the wrong ways only makes them become more furious. They tied me up and bound my wrists and ankles together so that I was at full submission to them. Master and the priest spread my cunt up as they were each gripping on to a crucifix with an evil look in their eyes. They plunged the sharp blade of the crucifix into my fuck holes, making me explode with blood and scream for mercy. Their sadistic laughing while torturing me was so fucking terrifying. Master made me open my mouth wide so that he could piss in it. I slipped into an unconscious daze from the loss of blood and they left me there in a puddle on the floor so that I could bask in my bad behavior and realize how painful the consequences are for my actions. Blasphemy sex is so fucking violent when you’re a rotten snuff slut like me.Blasphemy sex

This whore deserved it all

snuff moviesOh this fucking whore deserved every fucking thing I gave her, I mean she was just a worthless slut what else was she good for? It was almost too easy to get her in my car, she was wasted and actually thought I was her friend, can you believe that shit? Whatever, she was too fucking dumb to live. I took her back to my place and let her pass out in the bed, by the time she woke up she was naked, spread eagle and tied to the bed with nothing else in there but a camera to record it all. Little bitch was just crying and begging to be let go but I had my perfect victim why would I ever release her? She screamed when she saw my giant dildo, it is 18 inches long, 5 inches thick and the whole thing is wrapped in broken glass, trust me, this motherfucker hurts when I fuck someone with it! I ripped her wide open when I shoved it in that pussy and kept on fucking her till I fucked her to death! I caught the whole thing on camera too so I can watch it again and again!

Torture phone sex

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 I was fucking this guy who I thought would be a good and quick hook up. He was balls deep inside of me and ramming himself harder and harder into my. He was really drilling that cock fast and deep inside of me. He started putting his hands and my mouth and face. I tried to tell him I could not breath and started to squirm, wanting him to get off of me. He seemed to really like that fact that I was whimpering and had that look of my panic in my eyes.

His mouth started to go around my nipple. His teeth started to dig into my nipple, biting it right off. I could not believe that he just tore through my flesh. I screamed while blood trickled down to my tummy. I thrashed back and forth trying to brake his grip on me. He put his mouth on the other nipple and bit down doing the same thing. He started chewing my nipples in his mouth like bubble gum. His cock was stilling going so hard and fast inside of me.

My pussy was getting raw and bruised from him fucking me so rough. He leaned down and licked the blood off my tummy and spit it right into my face calling me names. I throat was getting hot and purple from his grip. I felt myself loose consciousnesses and I would come back only to him fucking my limp body harder. I was like a little rag doll on his cock. He started digging his fingers into my tit fat, pulling the skin away from my chest.

My open titty wounds were gushing so much blood and my fatty flesh was coming out of the holes. I do not think I will be alive much longer.

I suffocated that little bitch

Suffocation phone sexWhile babysitting this rotten little bitch, she wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Her crying was pissing me off so much, I couldn’t take the sound of her screaming any longer, it was like nails on a chalkboard! I grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen and wrapped it around the youngster’s head so that she was suffocating with every gasping breath that she attempted to take. I loved watching her struggle for oxygen and slowly slip into her demise. Her neck was so tiny, it was begging for me to wrap my hands around it and strangle that last heartbeat out of her! Trust me, no one is going to miss this annoying ass rugrat, I did society a service by killing her off and burning her body so that she was nothing but a pile of bones and ash. I spit a big wad of saliva on to the pile of her remains and said to ‘rot in hell you disgusting piece of shit!’

Blasphemy Sex with Blair

blasphemy sexHe wanted blasphemy sex. He wanted me to hail Satan and curse God as we fucked. I may not be the most religious woman around. I worship at the house of cocaine, but it made me queasy to say what he wanted. If I didn’t deliver him a blasphemous hot time, he would have killed me. He made that very clear. My life depended on me telling him how much I love Satan. He gave me a cross and told me to fuck my whore pussy with it. Again, the thought of doing that made me uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as being dead. That would be something I couldn’t bounce back from. I spread my whore legs and I fucked my cunt like Linda Blair did in The Exorcist. I was bleeding from my pussy. I licked off my own pussy blood as I renounced God and begged for Satan to put a love brat inside my belly. I talked about wanting to have Satan’s spawn. My captor was aroused. His cock was hard listening to my blasphemous mouth. I would be spared snuff sex if I kept it up. I thought of all the horror movies I have seen in my life. I thought of all the peril I have been in and no higher power came to my aid, like now. This guy snatched me off the street. He was high as fuck and wanted to party. I thought he had coke, so I went begrudgingly. He chained me up to a beam in an abandoned warehouse. He yelled and screamed at me for hours. Made me hail Satan and sing blasphemous songs.  I never got any coke either. I got shot up with heroin.  I woke up in my own puke this morning with a bloody cross in my ass and a pentagram carved into my forehead. Being a slave to coke is dangerous.

Sinister sins

Blasphemy sex

I’m going to hell, and I’m more than okay with it. My latest adventure has pushed the line, and I think has made me even much more vindictive than I ever imagined. I saw this cute young guy at the farmers market, He approached me and started talking a whole bunch religion crap that I’m so not into. He wanted to invite me to some ceremony and wanted to go on this save your soul camp. He was an up and coming soon to be rev. I nearly chuckled when he told me that. I threw the card in my purse and rolled my eyes so hard I could see my brain. I walked away, and as I walked away, I noticed the same bitch that cut me in the produce section not even 10 minutes before the holy boy was trying to recruit me to some religion fest. I wanted revenge on something so petty; I also wanted to fuck Dave the soon to be rev. I got on the net and pulled out the card and decided to go. I went a bit early and dressed in my most scandalous outfit, I tried to make it a wee bit conservative and put on a jean jacket. Dave instantly greeted me and invited me to his office, Everyone was rolling in, and I was going to make this fucker sin so hard. I locked the door when he wasn’t noticing and got completely undressed. He was trying not to give in, and he was begging me to stop. I knew this idiot was going to engage in some gnarley blasphemy sex with me. It was too late for him he was horny and had 20 minutes to his complimentary service. He was in the process of taking over. I wanted to break his faith a bit, and I made him fuck me in his office. I told him to yell out he loves to sin for sweet pussy. He didn’t want to, but a girl like me gets what she wants. I liked knowing I was fucking this hot not so innocent anymore guy and also screwing over his bitch fiance or wife what the fuck ever.

I Need a Snuff Sex Daddy

snuff sexA dirty whore like me craves snuff sex. My daddy raised me as his little bitch. I ran away from home as a young teen girl. I didn’t realize then how grateful I was to my daddy for being such a mean son of a bitch. Being a young runaway is a rough life. I had no skills. I had no money. That made me fall prey to men who made daddy look like a choir boy. I should have realized then that daddy only wanted the best for me. I was a dumb whore who needed a dominant man to control me; make the decisions I was too stupid to make for myself. I understand that now. Every day, I look for a man like daddy. I have daddy issues, clearly, but that is good for you. I am looking for that right mixture of sadism and affection. A man who cares enough to administer a stern punishment, even torture sex. Every night I get high and drunk, trolling seedy clubs and the streets looking for a daddy master like the one I fled so many years ago. Sometimes I find great mean masters, other times I get paid to be abused for a little while and sometimes I come home empty handed and need to beg men like you to hurt me. Last night, I didn’t find a master, but I didn’t come home with nothing either. I met some street boys tweaking on meth. I don’t usually do meth, but I wanted some kicks too. I got high as fuck. I was baiting them to abuse my whore holes. I taunted their masculinity. They used me as a punching bag and sodomized my ass. There was a girl with them. She was the cruelest. She fucked my ass with her dirty shoe heel as she spit on me. I will never see them again, but it was hot abuse, albeit short lived.

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