Category: Snuff sex

Horny Whore Bloody phone sex Queen

Bloody phone sex

 

Maybe I’m odd but Blood phone sex queen needs to feel skin torn and cunts busted. Some people like a gentle touch but it’s simply not enough for my filthy Bondage seeking body. Romance is garbage. I need rough tough fucking, choking until you see me piss myself and convulse on your throbbing cock. Remind me, my life isn’t worth the effort your putting forth to take it but the only way I know I’m worth shit is on your cock. My life is only worth living to entertain you and tell me just what a pathetic cum whore I am. Spit on my face and piss in my mouth. Tell me how my life being drained thrills your cock and leaks precum from your nuts. 

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I was in quite an abusive relationship and thats how I became so obsessed with snuff sex. My ex wanted to fuck me up every time we fucked.

Every fuck session was like a murder scene. I would beg him to stab me and leave me bleeding. It was like a drug to be able to be used. My gosh did it drive me so horny to see that look of death in his eyes. Whenever his soulless eyes would look at me I knew he wanted to fuck me up till I could barely move. A puddle of blood and cum was all that he wanted for me. Sure you may say I’m nuts but I couldn’t stop myself.

I had to be with him and now that we aren’t together I find men like him. They have to make me their victim so I can cum.

Gothic Phone Sex with the Undead Living Dead Doll

Gothic Phone sex is exciting. A taste of the dark side. Most normals won’t dare to venture into my darkened cave of torture and sin. On occasion I get the desire to post ads for finding my playthings, or rather “Victims”. 

One advertisement I posted was for a BDSM model. I required a signature to the contract in their blood. The contract wasn’t thoroughly read as I kinda persuaded them to just sign it as I worked my special wicked skills on him. He was throbbing hard from the first view of me in my gothic dress. 

Men are so weak for the unobtainable. That and for female dominance. This was an easy one for my snuff filming of a blockbuster. Some torture, pain, and mutilation. He screamed so much. Begged and pleaded for it to stop. I walked over to him and put the consent form in his face and told him he signed his death warrant so just enjoy the ride. 

Tied to a pentagram. Tortured by a Satanic Goddess. Getting my full attention is what his cock told me he wanted. He got it and the attention of many views. This was his dream come true and he ended with a castrated, scorched and burned sack. His cock flesh was shredded and his anus was completely destroyed. 

His final moments were his decapitated head with brain stem intact, watching his final demise. He felt me chainsaw his limbs. One by One. Cut off and fed into a mulching machine. Then his head I used as my urinal before I took the sledge hammer to it.

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Strangulation Phone Sex Led to My Erotic Asphyxiation Fetish

strangulation phone sex Strangulation phone sex is not as popular as some other kinks and fetishes, but it is something I enjoy. I have long been into erotic asphyxiation. I got into it after meeting John. He was an occasional drug dealer I saw in my early 20s. I was dating my husband, but I was a huge coke fiend. I know I still am, but back then I would have sold my first born for a fix. I let John do anything he wanted. He was into choking bitches until they passed out. I was one such bitch. In the moment, I thought I might die. I was not a seasoned pain slut yet. I have grown into the snuff sex queen you know now. John liked his hands around my throat when his cock penetrated my pussy and ass. He would slip in and out of both holes. John was white, but he had a thick and long cock that filled my holes up perfectly. I was not a mommy yet, so I had tight holes. I sometimes joke that John made it easier for me to have natural births with my sons, LOL. For about two years, John would fuck me and strangle me simultaneously. I would pass out, wake up and pass out again. I had to wear scarves around my neck for years to hide the purple ligature marks. After he left my life and Marcus became my main drug dealer, I was desperate for strangulation again. Marcus was not into that. He liked his women awake when he pounded their fuck holes. He taught me, however, to strangle myself. I had no clue that I could cum so hard. I used silk scarves, pantyhose and my husband’s ties to strangle myself while I masturbated. I still masturbate like that sometimes. What can I say? I am a kinky, taboo phone sex woman.

Castration Phone Sex is My Favorite Pastime

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is a favorite pastime. This is Bob. Bob used to have balls. Now, this is a good castration. A clean castration. That is because Bob paid to have his balls castrated and he was a not a punk ass about it. Most of my castrations are messy. I have no problem using a dirty blade and giving you a jagged scar if you piss me off. Not all guys are like Bob. If you know what is good for you, you should be like Bob. Terry did not heed my warning to be like Bob. Bob is the poster boy for how to act when getting castrated. Terry, however, is the poster boy for what happens when you are not a simp like Bob. Terry paid me to castrate him. He then tried to back out and get his money back. I operate on a no refund policy only. I do not take kindly to men who waste my time or try to get their money back. Torture sex is sort of my thing, and I will do it regardless if you pay me or not. If you pay me though there is no going back. You can not show up like Terry did, but I will find you. I will hunt you down with the dirtiest blade I have and remove your balls. Also, I will not even cauterize the wound either. Or if I do, instead of a nice stitch job to stop the bleeding, I can use the bottom of a hot frying pan and leave a nasty scar. Tony was a little wimp who got cold feet but wanted to sue me when I would not give him his money back. I told him to tell a judge he paid me for castration. I knew he was just playing a game thinking he could bait me, but the joke was on him. Not only did he get a nasty castration, but he also got snuff sex because I killed him. Be like Bob. Don’t be like Terry.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasy Pump Girl

The strangulation phone sex desires inside of you are released when you call me. My sexy whoring around the porn movie jack shack of snuff is my whoring grounds. I jerk men off as they watch bitches get decapitated as they are fucked to death.

One guy loves when I to play the torturer of a pathetic fuck in love with me. So many of those guys at this club. I just work their wallets and their cocks empty. Mr W truly loves me pumping him as I destroy another guy and mutilate his anus and his penis.

Making the guy scream while daddy creams is what it is all about, isn’t it D? Awe you love pumping for me and all over these fake tits pops and splats covering me in jizz. I just need one guy to come up behind me and strangle me to make me cum.

Strangulation phone sex

Snuff Sex: Who killed the babysitter?

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I know that inevitably my father will finish the job one day but I wonder what the little ones I babysit will think when they see me on a missing poster or on the news… My father is getting more and more violent and I’m not sure there will be an opportunity for me to escape his wrath before he finally decides to do it. The way he has been choking me while he fucks my worthless gaping holes makes me think he has snuff sex on his mind. Sometimes I pass out, sometimes I wake up covered in daddy’s cum and piss, sometimes I wake up in the middle of someone else using my cunt. Daddy knows I want to live but I’ve lost all fear of dying, I’m used to being his play thing, so what if he kills me? Anyone with half a brain would be able to find all the snuff porn in the house and figure out who killed me. Ass rape porn and killer phone sex are daddy’s weaknesses, that’s why I’m going to let him snuff fuck me…..It’s the ultimate trap for daddy and my brother too, if they force fuck me to death and leave their loads in me, I know they will end up in jail eventually!

Teen Rape Porn Satanic Deliciousness

Hunting for victims for the hottest snufftastic teen rape porn is a hot fucking time. These teen whores are so extremely easy to spot. Selfie taking idiots trying to win Instagram model of the year. Willing to bare it all. It’s so fucking pathetic.

However, this is so god damned easy. Approach a little whore and her friend phones in their face and playing kissy face. I walk to them scope them out like a wolf circling it’s prey. Make them uneasy… but then immediately tell them I think they would be great for the “art film I am making”. You two wanna be stars? It’s so edgy and cool, and your following will sky rocket. Stars in their eyes they follow.

Luring these little cunts is so easy with the promise of attention. Oh will they get attention! Take them to the cam room and have them modeling some lacey lingerie. I tell them who does the best will win… reality… they both lose. Their lives!

Get them comfortable and drug them a little. The knives come out and the pervert of the moment enters. The pervert of the moment refers to the paying client I hunt for. He then get’s his way with the slutmeat.

I will coax, and assist as you fulfill those dark deranged desires. In most cases I will sit back and get myself off watching that slutmeat get violated and destroyed.

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You’re Ready for a Bit of Gun Play

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No, please! Don’t do this! 

I am laying down, helpless and beaten. You have already fantasy raped me as well as let your hired help fuck my throat and my ass. You have punched me in the face repeatedly, working downwards to my feet. I can barely move my body. You and your friend throat fucked me so hard that I can barely speak. So, you are not surprised when you bring a gun to my face and a faint scream escapes my lips. You caress my face with the gun, my heart beating faster and faster as you move it towards my legs. I brace myself for the inevitable bang until you start fucking my pussy with the barrel of the gun.

This felt like a cold, hard cock pounding the shit out of my already bruised pussy. I could barely take the feeling, and tried to escape you. At this point, you realize I must be better than I thought, so you shoot me in my pussy. I scream at the top of my lungs! How could you do this? You watch as the blood spurts out of the part formerly known as my pussy. You shove your gun down my throat, making me taste my own pussy juices and gun residue before you finally shoot me in the mouth, watching the blood gush from the hole in my face. 

Highschool Girl Murder phone sex Fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies

 Murder phone sex Fantasies drive me to the darkest places imaginable.  Some girls in High School used to tell me that I was a Goth girl poser. That I only brought up dark and bloody shit as shock value. In their pretty little cheerleader minds, No one could possibly be as dark as I am. Normally I don’t care what a preppy little bitch with an attuite has to say. But There was a point when one of those bitches went too far. 

My teenage hormones tend to make me unstable, especially when dealing with brain-dead pretty girls. I never wanted any of their men, Daddies were the exception. And Trust me I had fucked a couple during my school years. Older men have always attracted me, and the most suburban upstanding men can be the nastiest vile mother fuckers around. A lesson I learned early in life. 

Now let’s get Back To this royal bitch Constance. A total super nerd who thought she was better than anyone in the whole school. She had the looks, her family had money and she was about as mean a mean girl as they come. She was always gloating about her wealth and brains and really hated me. I was different, shy, and a bean pole. Still a couple of years away from being the bloody phone sex bitch that you love to accompany you on cum adventures. 

High school  Murder phone sex Fantasies 

I remember many nights I would envision myself slicing her throat after dismembering her slowly while she was alive. Somehow I wanted to keep her alive while I put her through the worse agony possible. Me murdering her was two years of spank bank material that only got darker as time went on.  I never worked out the details But I still get hot thinking about killing her. These fantasies only increased when I learned that stupid whore had gotten knocked up. Oh, how this really ramps up my snuff sex drive. I think Now is the time to kidnap her and force her into a bloody evil birth with a couple of accomplices at the helm! What do you think should we?

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