Category: Snuff sex

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because The Best Dick is a Dead Dick

necrophilia phone sexI find necrophilia phone sex arousing. Personally, the best kind of dick is a dead dick. I’m a woman with needs. Perhaps not the average needs. But that’s because I’m not the average woman. I just like to fuck. But I don’t like the small talk, the baby talk, the romance, or any of the coupling shit that comes with fucking. So, I kill my partner before I fuck him to ensure he’s a good lay. Call me a Black Widow if you want.

I do not date men. But I do occasionally fuck them. I’m human after all. However, I don’t crave the shit most girls do. All that romance shit, and wining and dining a girl, I don’t need. In fact, I’m very clear, but I don’t want any of that if I fuck you. But men think I’m joking. And I am not joking. If I tell you something or warn you about something you better fucking listen to me. Men who don’t listen to me, men who fail to heed my warnings, end up with snuff sex.

If I kill you before I fuck you, I essentially turn you into a dildo. Just a dick. I thought Bryan understood my rules. But once again, I found myself forced to kill another man. Just shut the fuck up. Nothing worse than when you’re trying to get off an a man will not stop talking. So, I slit his throat. In my defense, I warned the fucker many times. And he just laughed at me in a very dismissive way that pissed me the fuck off. At least now he knows I wasn’t joking.

For Me, I Prefer to Fuck When You are Dead

He had a nice cock, but that was the only thing I liked about him. Met him in a Goth bar. A steam punk guy who I thought would follow my rules. Me bad. I should know by now that men just can’t shut the fuck up when fucking. Since I always have a knife on my body, I pulled the knife out, pressed the steel tip against his jugular and gave him one more warning. But the bastard just laughed at me. However, I had the last laugh. His blood sprayed all over my body after I sliced his jugular open. But I just kept on fucking him.

A little blood never frightens a gore whore like me. I loved the feel of his warm blood splattering against my body as I got myself off on his cock. Until you have killed a man while his dick is inside of you, you’ve never truly experienced a hard cock. You would think a cock would go limp when you kill its host. But that’s not the case.

For a few minutes it stays stiff. And it’ll get stiff again when rigamortus begins. I don’t always have sex with dead bodies, but when I fuck, I’m very particular about how it goes. You need to shut the fuck up and just let me get off. A man’s incessant talking drives me insane. So, I find it easier to just kill them while I’m fucking them. Sure, it makes a mess. But I never mind sleeping in the wet spot if the wet spot is from your blood.

Torture Phone Sex Always Gets More Brutal Than I Imagine

torture phone sexI hate torture phone sex. Although I am submissive, I just never know what will happen. Everybody’s idea of torture seems to be different. Sometimes I might just get spanked. Other times I might get four fists up my ass at once.

It’s the same gamble when I answer looking for adult models ads. I only do it for cash to get coke. On Friday night, I showed up at this guy‘s house. This was not a studio production. This guy just wanted a whore to abuse.

So, this felt more like a prostitution gig versus nude modeling. He lived in the suburbs. And I checked him out to verify his identity first. He seemed like a normal suburban dad. Perfect family, and a good job. Minivan and an SUV in the driveway. Apparently, his wife and daughters went out of town to see the wife’s mother.

I figured he just needed a nasty slut to pound for a couple hours and get some aggression out. How dangerous could a suburban Dad be to me. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. This man appeared full of rage, and he took it out all on me. I came within inches of making a snuff porn.

The Men I Least Suspect of Being Violent, Turn Out to Be the Most Violent Men

He started spanking me, but that quickly proved boring to him. While I laid across his lap, he shoved his fist up my ass and turned me into a puppet. And while he suspended me in the air with just his fist up my ass, he took his other fist and shoved it up my cunt. And neither hole did he use any type of lubrication. He wanted me to feel it. And I did feel it.

He dropped me on the floor and kicked me in the gut a few times while I was down. I curled up in a ball to protect myself, and he just scooped me up and tossed me across the wall. It felt like I hit a brick wall. I did not even put a hole in the wall, but my head appeared to be bleeding because I could taste blood as it trickled down my face. When I told him I did not sign up for this, he grabbed me hard by the throat and penned me against the wall. Then he punched me in the stomach until I puked.

Some Men, Many Men, Get a Thrill Out of Abusing Me

And he got super angry that I puked. I tried to explain that I could not help but puke under the circumstances. But he pushed my face in my own puke like a dog that pissed on his rug. I tried my hardest not to puke again as I licked up my own fucking vomit. Every time I tried to come up, he put his foot on the back of my head and shoved me right back down in it. And while he pinned me down, he pissed on me and made me drink it up off the floor too. This man teaches high school history. How stressful can that be to be this angry?

But he seemed filled with rage. And I had no clue where that rage came from. All I knew was that all his rage seemed directed at me. Honestly, I think he would’ve killed me if he did not get a text from his wife saying one of their daughters became sick and they needed to return home early. It surprised me that he even paid me what we agreed on.

I think the payment bought my silence more than anything else. He did not have time to kill me, thankfully. So, I guess his daughter getting ill saved my life. I didn’t mind being his ass rape porn slave, But I didn’t want to die. However, I know, every day I get closer to running out of my nine lives.

Torture sex with the living dead makes my pussy gush

Torture sex Torture sex is just the beginning of our evil fun. My Master Daddy’s evil magick is so powerful that he can raise the dead. It doesn’t matter if they are freshly killed or have been dead for a while; they can come back into his hands. He controls them like they are his lap dog, and I get the fuck out of them. I definitely like them better the fresher they are, but Master Daddy really enjoys watching me with a rotted corpse.
The gorier the better! He wants the corpse not just oozing out of his cock but everywhere else too. He loves the look of disgust on my face when I have a rotted cock in my mouth. He says it makes better Snuff movies.
And since I am a good actress, I take that dead dick with a fetishized intensity, my tongue writhing against the squishy flesh as I suck it to rigidity. The necrotic phallus feels like unyielding rubber, coated in a vile, tingling slime. The taste is of dirt, blood, and decay. It makes my pussy throb as I service the undead horde.
I impale myself upon its ghoulish prick, my tight pussy clenching around the stiff shaft. My pussy warms his cold, dead prick, and I know how good it feels for him because my pussy won’t stop gushing! His dead flesh is orgasmic and exciting all at the same time! As I ride the reanimated corpse to orgasm, the snuff film captures every quiver, every scream of rapture. And then I give them their end, and pulling that trigger makes me cum unlike anything else!

Some Snuff Movies are Real and I Can Tell the Difference

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. Sometimes I see movies, and I recognize a girl. A girl like me made this sort of snuff flick for money. And I know they are fake. But then occasionally, I will see one with a girl that I knew from the circuit who just disappeared. I never saw her again. And it left me wondering if I watched a real snuff flicks like 8 mm.

I decided to do a little sleuthing recently with the Help of a guy I party with. About five years ago, I met this young runaway named Abby. Hooking on the street proved too dangerous for her. One guy broke her arm. And another one broke her jaw. Snuff films might get rough, but nobody would break her bones or steal her money. Plus, she could make a lot more money just doing one snuff porn every couple weeks than she could probably in a month of hooking on the streets.

Then she just disappeared. And I feared one of her Johns killed her. I thought maybe she went back to prostitution until I saw the snuff film that looked so real. And she was the star. My party friend and I did some sleuthing, and it led us to this underground snuff studio that I never even knew existed. But now I know why. It’s for private collectors.

Sometimes, I Recognize a Girl in a Snuff Film Who I Never Saw Again

Men pay good money for a one and done film. That’s just a way of saying that it was a real snuff film and the victim did not survive. I don’t know how Abby ended up here, but I felt somewhat responsible for leading her into the world of snuff because I thought it would be safer for her. But I inadvertently caused her death.

I still wanted to know who was behind the snuff studio, though. So, I did some more sleuthing. And I almost got myself killed. It led me to this guy who used to work with my very violent ex master who kept a bunch of young girls and sex slaves, then killed them when he no longer had use for them.

But I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. And this guy worked for my master as his right-hand man. He supposedly took care of the bodies for master. But apparently, he let a few of them live long enough to sell them to the highest bidder and make a snuff movie with them, letting the private collector kill her.

I Can Help You Make a Real Snuff Film

He caught me snooping around, and I saw that look in his eye. I feared I would be next. But I am scrappy. I’ve been on my own since my teens. I survived an abusive father. And I survived life on the streets. Then I survived snuff sex movies and my former master. So, I knew I could survive this guy too. I made a deal. But first, I explained how I ended up at his studio. And I told him he needed to hide his identity better since I found him in a few days.

I explained that I could help him find the talent for his snuff movie operation. And I could help him better hide his tracks. If his former partner, my former master, ever discovered that he did not instantly do away with the girls he ordered him to kill he would end up dead too. And he knew that was true. So now I have a new partner in crime. And we are going to make beautiful violent one and done real snuff flicks together. So, if you need a certain talent for your violent perverted needs, I know I can find you the right starlet,

Create Gangbang rape porn stars & turn them to snuff slaves

Gangbang rape porn stars are created by me, the Queen of Filth! My kingdom is built upon the very foundation of vice – the sweet, nectar-like aroma of a little girl’s untouched cunt wafting through the air, beckoning me closer. And when I find one of these innocent, naive little whores, I swoop in like a raven, claiming her as my own. Gangbang rape pornI take great pleasure in breaking in my new playthings. I spank their tender bottoms until they’re a rosy red, their tears of pain never ending. I parade my freshly-broke-in whores in front of the vilest, most depraved men I can find – the kind with dicks as thick as tree trunks and a hunger for young, tight flesh that can barely be satiated. And on command, I release my girls into the clutches of these monsters, watching with sadistic glee as they’re stretched to the limit, their little holes pounded into submission.
I’ve turned these little sluts into the perfect Torture sex slaves, and when one is deemed too defective to continue serving, I make sure to give them the ultimate degradation. This slow, agonizing death only adds to the depravity. And I’m the wicked call-girl who makes it all happen, coaching these cruel scenes as the squalid rape and torture unfold.

Take Me To Rena’s Kidnapping Snuff Phone Sex Fantasy

snuff phone sex renaMy snuff phone sex fantasy this weekis a twisted and dark one, filled with taboo desires and extreme pleasure. It all starts with me, dressed in my sexiest lingerie, where my ass is banging and my tits are young and perky.  You have me in the old warehouse far away from town, stroking your cock hard on way over as I was bound and gagged in the back.

“Are you ready for this?” You ask softly as you approach me. Your voice sends shivers down my spine despite myself; there’s something about your presence that excites me beyond belief. I nod eagerly, unable to tear my eyes away from the blade or suppress a small moan at the thought of what’s about to happen.

You begin by cutting off my bra slowly, revealing my perky breasts tied tightly together with red ribbons – symbolizing passion and sacrifice. As you move downwards towards my panties covered crotch area where I am achingly aroused already from anticipation alone ,I can feel myself getting wetter by the second . “Please,” I whisper hoarsely as you slice through them too ,freeing my most intimate parts completely exposed for your viewing pleasure .

Without further ado ,you push two fingers deep inside me causing intense pleasure mixed with pain coursing through every nerve ending . “Oh god yes!” I cry out loud as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me . You then lean down and take one of my nipples into your mouth ,sucking hard while using your free hand to stroke my clit rhythmically until I’m on the brink of orgasm . Just when I think it can’t get any better ,you pull away from me suddenly causing a sharp pang in my chest where you had been sucking so intensely .

“No! Please don’t stop!” I beg but you ignore my pleas as you move behind me and position yourself between my legs. The anticipation is killing me as I feel the cold steel against my wet folds before finally penetrating deep inside with one swift thrust . It hurts but it feels so good at the same time; an indescribable mix between pain and ecstasy coursing through every cell in my body . As we begin our twisted dance together ,I can feel myself getting closer to climax again despite being violated in such a way

Sadistic phone sex doesn’t stop after they’re dead

Sadistic phone sex Sadistic phone sex gives you the nasty truth you’ve been holding in. Let it go, after all, you found me, and I am here to help. So now we have a bunch of little darlings to play with, each looking at us desperately. Too bad that is a huge turn on for both of us.
I want your cock thick with their mucus. I’ll guide it into each of their mouth, and if they don’t act like good little sluts, they get my blade. A nice slice on a pretty little eye always does the trick. I know you like to take your time with them, but I want to get knee deep in blood. I can’t help myself, and we have so many anyway. I need some of the other little slave whores to watch me saw their friend’s head off. The screams themselves are enough for me to cum.
Her soft, tiny neck will cut like hot butter with my brand new machete; it will happen so quickly. That’s why I’ll use my rusty blade on the most annoying of the sluts. The loudest bitch out of the group is perfect for it. I’ll take my time with her, and you can shoot a load on her face right before she dies. Oh, those squelching sounds are so sweet, and the blood mixed with your cum is even better, creme de la creme of Torture sex, Daddy! I’ll get your cock hard again because Momma wants to see your P. Cock fuck her neck stump.

Kidnapping Phone Sex : The Best Scream of Terror

Let’s try a little horror movie making of our own. Kidnapping phone sex : The Scream of Terror comes in the darkness. I stalk the loser ex of yours and see she has a new beau. The dude she is with is a total fucking dweeb.

First thought was I needed to fuck him up and fuck him up bad. He fueled me with a sense of pure evil need of bashing a skull in. But then I recall I was being paid to blow the cunts head off. So there I was behind them at a corner of a dark road. I quickly shot the guy with a tranquilizer.

Kidnapping phone sex : The Scream of Terror

Once I had him out of the way I jabbed her in the neck with a nice cocktail. As she fell limp my two guys appeared and grabbed her into the van. Then they hauled the loser guy in. Then I had the two of them back at the dungeon. It’s Sadistic phone sex that I am planning for these two. Both tied down to a table.

As the bitch came to, I shot her boyfriend in the face. The screams she emitted made me so fucking hot. I straddled the cunt and fucked her against her will. I made that filthy cunt for me as I fucked her bitch style. I whispered how do you like that cunt? You enjoy getting fucked by a Satanic bitch that is paid to fucking kill you?

She had no words and I took the razor wire and decapitated her and got myself off with the blood squirting from her neck hole. As her eyes watched I straddled her boyfriends losers prick and fucked that rigor mortis cock deep into my cunt. A little necrophily in the night is good for my mood.

Kidnapping phone sex

The Final Breath

 

Home invasion phone sex Home invasion phone sex Made my pussy twitch with anticipation when I did the first call, so imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes and you were standing over top of me, holding your thick stiff cock, if you scream bitch, I will end your existence! You looked so evil and intimidating I wouldn’t dare open my mouth, I began to shake as you dragged your knife down my chest to cut off my bra, then down my stomach, around to my hips cutting the strings on the sides of my panties, I am trembling with fear as you spread my legs, your thick cock is hard as steel when you enter my dripping wet cunt, it might be the biggest cock I have ever had, I can feel my hole being stretched and ripped as you drill my pussy, your hands around my throat squeezing so hard I can’t swallow, every stroke your grip tightens, I am cumming so hard but I start to panic when your firm grip remains, the quicker the thrust the harder you squeeze, gasping for air and clawing at your hands, your eyes are empty and black as you watch me take my final breath, as my world goes dark you shoot the biggest cum shot in my lifeless cunt. 

Murder, Blood, And Sex

Killer Phone Sex

I love killer phone sex, i thought as I rand the blade of my knife down her clothes. Her breath was coming out in short gasps as I cut away her clothes. She whimpered when i dug the tip of the knife in her flat chest. I licked the small stream of blood that ran down her chest. My gothic teen pussy was so wet. My boyfriend was watching me as I giggled and cut her up like the crazy murder whore I was. I loved how bright and red her blood was on her pale pink skin. I slit her throat for my savage murder phone sex fantasy and laughed as her eyes went wide and she gurgled and choked on her own blood before dying.

Knife Play Phone Sex

I pulled my boyfriend over to me and put his fat satanic cock in my mouth and started sucking him off as he laid on her dead body. I loved the smell of sex and death it made my tight teen pussy drip with my creamy slutty juices. I slid my wet little pussy on his cock and rode him like the psycho slut I was. Wen he came into my litte pussy I screamed and we covered her dead body with my cunt juice.