Category: Snuff sex

Fantasy Phone Sex Lets Us Explore Our Darker Desires

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex is just that. Fantasy. Never feel guilty about your darker fantasies. I have an active imagination. The bloodier and gorier a fantasy is, the wetter my cunt becomes. This guy I am seeing calls me his gore whore. I am one too. I do not know how I got like this, but I guess my violent past as a slave and my love for horror movies helped create this gore whore. My man and I were watching some snuff flicks over the weekend. One of them was very violent. Lots of blood and gore. Those are aphrodisiacs for me. I was horny as fuck and wanted to have snuff sex. We fucked while images of bloody dismembered girls flashed on the screen. I wanted the real thing. Not just snuff fantasy. My man recognized the hunger in my eyes. A hunger that his massive cock could not quench alone. We went hunting. He likes to fuck and hurt young girls. Before we met, I knew who he was. I had been warned many times to stay away from him or he would take me down a rabbit hole of darkness. I was a moth to his flame because I never mind falling down a rabbit hole of darkness. He is the best fuck of my life because he is so sadistic and sick. His mind matches mine. We found a barely legal drunk girl. Gave her a ride. She was too drunk to realize we were not her Uber. We drove her to his place. She thought we were going to have a kinky threesome. We did, just not the kind she was thinking. I slit her throat as my man fucked the life out of her. Her bright red blood cascaded over her big tits and down to her shaved cunt. Her blood became lube for my man’s hard cock. He kept fucking her after most of her blood had run out of her body. She was lifeless, but he kept fucking her. Sex with dead bodied is his thing and I love to be a part of it because I am his gore whore.

Accomplice Phone Sex

Accomplice Phone Sex

I get jealous when I have to share daddy’s dick. When I walked in on you with my sister, I got so upset. My pussy gets so wet when I watch your cock penetrate another tight little pussy, but I want it to be me. Hearing my twin sister cry while you fucked her upset me… she can’t take a dick like I can. She can’t take it up the ass like I can either. I didn’t want mommy to hear so while you were fucking her good and deep, I strangled her to keep her quiet. Watching her wide eyes fill with tears and fright while you pounded her made my clit throb. I could feel her pulse get fainter and fainter as you violently pumped inside her. When you came as she let out her last breath, I couldn’t help but sit my wet pussy on her face and cum on her lifeless lips while she was still warm. It felt so fucking good. I also enjoyed eating the creampie out of her tight cunt as her body temperature started to cool as well, before you rolled her over and fucked her virgin asshole before rigor mortis set in. I love being daddy’s accomplice! 

Snuff Sex is All I am Good For According to My Stepson

snuff sexSnuff sex is all I am good for. That is what I hear from countless men, even my stepson. I have a duo life. I am the soccer mom with two teenage boys. I have a loving husband and I have the perfect suburban life hauling boys around in a mom van. The other side of me, is a hot mess. I am addicted to coke. I keep my coke escapes a secret. Well, not a well kept secret because my stepson knows and has been black mailing me for years. I have become his cash cow. I am not a fan of his, but I am a fan of his coke. I do what he tells me, and when he says jump, I smile and ask how high. What is my alternative? Be homeless, divorced and lose custody of my boys? I would rather endure my stepsons snuff movies than that. He summoned me last night. He needed money again. Why get a job when you have a whore stepmom you can make do anything for you. That is always what he says to me. He wanted to stream a rough sex video last night. He has 1000s of followers who love to watch him abuse his red-headed step mommy. He abuses me too. Last night, he was all about my ass. I have been his anal whore before, but he went all out this time. He gaped my ass first with his fist. The bitcoin sounds were overwhelming to me. Guys were tipping him from the get-go to torture me. Once he loosened my asshole up, he put a speculum inside my ass and cranked it open like I was an ass rape porn star. He then pissed in my gaped hole. He spit in it too, even squirted Icy Hot in my shit box. That made me yelp in pain and cry. He is a sick man who will do anything for his viewers and nothing for his step mommy. Well, I did get coke out of it, but I am still sitting on an inner tube today.

Accomplice Phone Sex Brings You Fresh, Young Meat to Fuck

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is my new gig, but guys still call to abuse me. I get that. I am a blonde bimbo sex doll, but I am almost 40 now. Hard to believe. Still seems like yesterday that my father and his friends were gang banging my fuck holes before school. I have not seen my dad in over 20 years. More like 25 years because I ran away as a teenager. I have paid my dues being a submissive whore for men. It is someone else’s turn now. I can be useful to you still. I can bring you something much younger, far less willing and even tighter than me. I found myself in a situation over the weekend that I was not sure how to get out of, so I made him a deal. I told him he could make a teen rape porn instead of a snuff flick if he let me go. It took some convincing, but we stuck a deal. I brought him something fresher, cuter and way tighter. I snatched up the first cute girl I saw and brought her too him. I was not dying. Not that day at least.

He was very happy with my replacement. She was everything I promised and more. Young, tight, fresh-faced, innocent and scared to death. This guy is like most of my callers. He wants something not willing. You need an innocent schoolgirl for that, not a seasoned snuff whore like me. I helped him get her clothes off to expose her bald cunt and flat tits. She had a youthful body. The kind of body most of my taboo phone sex callers crave. It was her or me. When you are in survival mode, you do not care that you gave a young girl a death sentence. I watched as he fucked her raw. I even watched him snuff her. All I could think was better her than me.

Snuff Sex is the Best Sex

You love a little excitement and think Goth girls are real freaks. Well babes, you haven’t experienced the ride of your life until you have been hit with my snuff sex. That’s right I will ride your cock and kill you before I cum.

I love going to the club and hearing the great music that fuels my existence. Goth music and hard ass industrial is best. When I get a guy in my chamber I go for some dark harsh noise. This music drowns out the screams that will be emanating from my lover. I will tease him and start to fuck him. I slide out a knife and as I ride that cock I will be playing the stabby game.

My foreplay is some mild carving of sex magic symbols on your chest. My cunt will feel so good and you will be too drunk and drugged to do anything. Besides I have you tied up. After all us Goth girls are kinky freaks right? It’s what you wanted.

However what you get tonight is an extra in the deal. You will get bled to death and maybe, just maybe, lose that dick. Sounds fun doesn’t it? I’ll play some loud Industrial like Ministry or Witch House… well whatever will cover the screams. Are you a screamer?

Snuff sex

beat me till i beg for snuff sex

snuff sex

I have to have snuff sex. There’s no other way I can enjoy getting a huge cock inside me unless, of course, I am being used up and slashed up like a dumb cunt. Watch me bleed. It turns me on so much to be a slut that bleeds.

While you slide your erect dick, look me in the eyes and tell me you will own me forever. Watch me cry and beg you to stop, but you won’t. There’s no doubt you’re in charge.

Watch me tremble and get lost in your words. The fear rules me and takes me to a place that no person in their right mind wants to visit. As soon as you push me down, you tell me to take your cock, and if I make one peep, you’ll have no choice but to choke me out.

Bloody Phone Sex is A Lot of Fun for a Sick Bitch

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is so much fun for a sick bitch like me. Red is my favorite color because I love the look of blood. I especially love the look of blood as it is pouring out of a victim. The blood of a young victim is the best. It is a bright crimson red. It has a sweet smell to it too. You would almost think it is theatrical blood, but the blood of tender age victims is just sweeter than our blood. It becomes addicting, but I am not impulsive or compulsive. That is how I can be a stone cold killer bitch and never get caught. Hell, I am under the radar still. The dark net knows me though. I am a legend of sorts there. But I make sure I change details when I brag about my snuff sex kills. I am smart and methodical above all else. This is how I stay out of prison.

When Harvey hired me, I knew he wanted a young one killed. He has been fucking his stepdaughter for years now, and she has decided she no longer wants to be his victim. She is blackmailing him. He wants her gone. I get it. She is a problem now. I take care of problems for money.  This kill took some finessing. I mean I had to make sure he had an airtight alibi and that when he did, I could easily gain access to the jailbait whore. It took weeks of planning, but the stars aligned yesterday. His stepdaughter was staying with friends because they had no power from a storm that hit recently. He was out of the country with work buddies who could vouch for him. I killed the friend too to look like a random act of violence. I stabbed two innocent angels in their princess beds while the adults slept in a near by room. I made it look like a bloody massacre. It will be blamed on some escaped loony bin patient or some schizophrenic hobo. Harvey’s problem was solved with some accomplice phone sex. Any problems I can solve for you?

Strangulation Phone Sex Rape Fantasy Dream

It was a Strangulation phone sex dream that made me gasping for air as I awoke grabbing at my bedsheet and struggling to understand what was real. Only thing, this actually was not a dream. I was being penetrated and strangled by a strange masked man. This man held a knife to my tit while fucking pounding my pussy with an extremely hateful vigor. His hand was crushing my neck as he had huge hands squeezing tight my neck.

This was obviously not a dream but something very sadistic happening to me and I felt drugged and unable to struggle or move. I could not speak, but I watched, and inside I was dying a slow agonizing death. My body is torn and aching and I just really need to be put out of this misery with some torturous sadistic fucking me out of my mind.

Strangulation phone sex

Snuff sex with my roomate

snuff sex

The guy I am dating has brainwashed me, and I can admit it. No one needs to intervene. I knew I was his when he got me into snuff sex. There’s no other kind of sex I want now.

The cherry on top was when he convinced me to make our roommate part of a threesome, where he challenged me to prove that I could be a good whore willing to obey him and submit to all his orders. I had to seduce and then sedate her and let him watch as I took control of the situation and made him proud. The first thing I did while she was going in and out was choked her and tied her up. Slice her up and use the most enormous mightiest strap ever.

She had no idea what happened the next day but was all sliced and bruised up. She never questioned it when we told her it was an accident that occurred.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies with a Soccer Mom

violent phone sexI have violent phone sex fantasies. Do you? I hope so. I have two sides to me. On the one side, I am a suburban soccer mon. I shuffle boys back and forth to games and school and parties. I clean the house, do laundry and cook meals. Boring mom and wife stuff. The other side of me is a druggy whore who loves to fuck strangers for coke. That side of me gets me in trouble often. When I need a fix, I open myself up to the dark desires of men. They know that I need coke. And they make me work for it because nothing is free in this world. I understand that. I am more than willing to be a snuff sex victim or whatever your dark desires may be in exchange for blow. Jackson was the dealer I went to last night. He is a new dealer in my life. The word on the street is that you do not fuck over this man. I was warned not to go see him. But I was desperate. Two dealers were out of product. And another one was in jail. My regular guy is out of town. I was out of coke. I do not cope well sober. I need to keep up with my boys and my husband and my phone sex job. I need that coke, so I went to Jackson. It was a mistake. Dealers I do not know are almost always a mistake. I did get my coke, but I had to be his mommy whore who he fucked mercilessly for being a cock tease. Now, I am a mother, but I am no tease. His mother worked him up so much in his youth that he had all these violent rape phone sex fantasies for her, and I had to fulfill them. I needed coke. I took the beating. I took the ass fucking. I took the choking. I took the fisting. I am a little sore today. Okay, alot sore today, but I have coke to numb the pain.