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Valentine’s Day Delivery

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganValentines Day – a day for lovers and gluttony. Although he was not my lover, at least not of the flesh, he was so much more. We shared a much more intimate relationship. Something that connected us on a much deeper level. There was absolutely no way I would ever trust a lover with my soul the way I trusted Rick. He was my teacher, mentor, and I couldn’t think of a better person to share this day with. We had discussed this victim before hand, had everything prepared and ready. When she rang the doorbell it all fell into place so naturally. And when it was over, we ate like a king and queen.

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganI had met with a few possibilities. Went to many floral shops the week prior. Looking for the right delivery girl. Luckily when I did find her, Rick approved. She was healthy, good muscle tone, and took good care of her skin. She was developed in all the right places. And cumming out of the winter, she had a nice layer of fat still attached to her muscle tone. I placed my order & we waited for the main course to knock.

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganGreeted with a smile and a dozen red roses, I was excited. She had such a warmness about her. And was more then willing to step inside when a tip was offered. “I just have to go into the den to retrieve my purse. Won’t you come in darling?” Once her feet passed the entryway, Rick was able to come out of the shadows and subdue our main course. He bound her wrists and ankles all too well. I cut her clothing and carried her warm naked body into the bath, where I would clean and shave her. Her curves were delicious and I could almost taste the gravy that would start from her breasts. The warm water was waking her slightly. I scrubbed her clean and shaved the winter leg hair from her body. I rambled on about how she would really enjoy inhaling the spicy fragrance that would baste the meat as it cooked. I boasted about the star chef of the evening. And thanked her for joining our dinner table.

Cannibalism Phone Sex ReaganPatting her dry I then carried a very confused young delivery girl into the kitchen. Rick smiled with approval as I lay her into the basting pan. Finally realizing her significance in the evening’s meal, she struggled just a bit. I giggled as I watched the liquid gold painting her pale white skin, as Rick basted her breasts. I could only imagine how that tangy liquid gold felt as it entered even her most personal parts. Rick and I smiled as we set the timer and put her in the oven. Only thing left to do is watch the meat so it cooks evenly, and uncork a nice bottle of red wine to complement the meal.Cannibalism Phone Sex Reagan

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The drugs hit me hard, but I could hear your voice instructing me what to do for the camera. My vision was blurry, and i could only see a fuzzy outline of you behind the tripod. You had taken me from school, drugged me, and brought me here to make your teen rape porn. I had been here before – it all seemed familiar – but I was unable to control the situation. You had me so brainwashed into believing you would hurt me if I tried to leave.

I knew my best bet was to do what you said and to make the best movie I could make for you and your sick friends. They loved watching my tiny cunt on their screens as you made me show everything between my legs. Toys laid next to me on the bed and I used them on my clit to arouse my pussy and make it swell for your camera. You kept telling me what a dirty fucking teen whore I was and to do it right the first time or I would be punished.

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I remember the punishment you laid down last time, also on film, and you made me watch it back since I was knocked out cold during your rage. I am thankful for the drugs that are clouding my mind while I violate my own body with the dirty toys you provided. I make it look good, and I make it look hot. That’s what you want from me and I will obey you this time. Here is my pussy, and I cum for your camera. I cum for you. I am nothing but a worthless little cum whore, and my place is to entertain you. Anytime. Anywhere.

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I have been here for so long now. I wonder if my family is looking for me. If they saw me if they would even recognize me. I have a new out look on life now. Daddy says he and the others are all the family I need. I believe him now. I love daddy and all of the other daughters. The black one hasn’t moved for days now. She had the baby but daddy took it away. Tonight is my night. He wants to breed and make a bunch of babies with us.

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Daddy came down and took the big heavy chain off my ankle and took me upstairs. I stood there as daddy filled up the bath tub with bubbles and rose pedals. Daddy is so nice to me now that I’m not afraid any more. Daddy undressed me and helped me in the bath tub. he started with my hair. He rubbed the shampoo in and massaged my head. He kissed my forehead telling what a good baby I was. Then he worked his way up and down my body with my purple wash cloth. He got to my special place that is just for daddy.

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He put both of his hands in the water and started playing with my holes. My holes are for daddy and daddy only. Before when daddy would touch me I would scream and scream. But he was so much stronger than me. Now its easy and my cunny doesn’t hurt so bad after he is done. Daddy is very loving tonight. He is hard and we haven’t had our date yet. He helps me out of the bath tub but  he bent me over the counter and he stuck his big hard cock inside of me. It was like daddy was inside of my head, he whispered in my ear and told me “be a good girl baby doll and you can stay up here all night.” I smiled to my daddy in the mirror. He slid his cock back inside of me and started fucking me again. As he came inside of me I saw his smile.

I love seeing daddy’s smile.

I am here to make him happy.

I am here to fuck him.

I love my new Daddy. 

Tracy’s Quest.

Taboo phone sex MAkaylaTracy came to me wanting to buy my clothes.

I giggled when he told me what size he was…

Dress size 14, Mine is a size 2.

He is 5’10” 188lbs!!

Such a fucking gross fatty!

He is now on a quest to fit into my clothes.

His first test is to be on a completely liquid diet until he loses 8.5 pounds.

He can do it, if he doesn’t want to be a gross fat fuck any more.

He has to send me pictures of himself on the scale.

He is starting off by purging all that he has eaten today. I want him to take laxatives and only have liquids.

If Tracy eats solid food before I tell him He will be punished.

His cock will be tortured and abused and he will be giving a enema until he is completely cleaned out.

He will be my pretty skinny princess.

Tracy, If You haven’t lost 8.5 pounds I will be very angry.

Your body will take the pain and I will have all the pleasure of beating the fat out of you.

I don’t want a fat slob trying to fit into my clothes.

I am no doctor, but I know how to make you skinny!

TAboo Phonesex MAkaylaPlease me Tracy and you will be as slim as me one day, or you will suffer. 

Your willing victim and eager accomplice

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Maybe I am starting to enjoy myself a little too much. I might be enjoying the way you torment me and I might like being bad myself. I must have been a really bad person in the past if the universe allowed this happen to me. I never believed in karma before, but ever since I slit that poor girls throat I know this is what I truly deserve. Who knows, if it weren’t for you I’d probably still turn out bad.
You’ve told me a million times since that night I was made for this. I was born a spineless victim and a sheep. I’ll just do whatever you tell me, I don’t even fight it anymore. I am dirty and I’m definitely evil, just like you. There is no sense in denying it anymore, that will only make everything worse. I’m not even suffering anymore like I used to and that really worries me.
I’m not just your willing victim anymore, I also make a great accomplice. Last week, I kidnapped a girl and held her down for you. She screamed and for some reason I couldn’t stop smiling. We laughed together watching her struggle, that’s how much you’ve corrupted me.

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Taboo phone sex Morticia

 

There is nothing better than candy… no I lied… Beating people is better than candy..

That is why I got the idea to beat someone with candy.. 

I know, It sounds weird but listen. 

On Halloween we had a bunch of little dicks from town come up to our place and egg us. 

Some of us went chasing after them but I stayed in the house. 

That is when I caught one little fucker breaking in down stairs. 

Don’t these people know that you don’t go to the scary house?

We will hurt them.. I was alone and all I had was my cast Iron skillet.. 

I know my house like the back of my hand. 

I hid by the door to the basement.. My basement where I do all my bad things… 

He didn’t know what him… When he woke up he was laying on my work bench.. I know he could smell the candy melting… and he saw me working on something. 

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I think he was scared but I couldn’t hear his screams… I super glued his lips together! 

I grabbed the boiling pot of melted candy and I poured in onto his exposed chest.. 

The thing about sugar is it burn deep in the skin and nothing really helps that pain. Especially in this basement.

After I poured all the hot sugar on him I let it get hard… 

I knew it was still burning him… 

That is when I grabbed my new flogger… 

It was breath taking to see his young skin and blood break away with every whip… 

He is still down there.. burning.. bleeding…

what should i do next?

Better Love Story than Twilight

You were always good to me, and that was something I really loved about you. You were so sweet, and that really seemed like enough for the longest time! I was going to tell you that today, but when we kissed, when I started kissing your neck, I could feel the way your skin shifted ever so slightly, and the smell of your blood pulsing through your veins, I didn’t know if I could help myself as I sunk my teeth into that soft vein on your neck.
Before that I was just planning on a quickie in the living room, maybe to just give you a blow job, suck that thick cock, or sit on your face and lick my own cum off of your lips after I was done, but those plans seemed to change so very quickly once I managed to get a good spot to just go ahead and bite down.
You were shocked at first, but after a few moments you just sort of let me, I grabbed your hand shoving it between my legs as I swallowed mouthfuls of your blood, the hot liquid sliding down my throat with the same ease that coffee would have, but none of the bitterness.
I tore at your neck, not meaning too, and while I swear I heard you whimper, I don’t think you knew what just slid down the skin of your back was a slice of your own flesh, falling to the ground with a wet ‘plop’.
Your fingers slid against my slit and I moved to lift my skirt for you, so you has more access to the honeypot between my thighs, I could hear you tell me to knock it off, trying to pull your hand away, but I held it against myself, hips jutting forward as I groaned and continued to drink from you.
Two fingers pressed inside of me were enough to really get me going, my thighs clenching around your hand as I moaned and grunted against the hole left in your skin. I don’t know if I had ever once wished that I could stop, I just kept doing it either way, enjoying the way you tasted and the way your fingers would curl a little more each time I gave a good hard suck to the open wound.
I could tell you were starting to get dizzy, but I just couldn’t stop myself, you tasted like everything I’ve ever wanted put into some sort of human juice pouch. I don’t know what was wrong with me, it just felt right, that dwelling vampirism that every human may have, or something oddly poetic along those lines. What ever it was, I was soaked, in juices and your blood by the time you dropped.
I couldn’t really hold you up after that, you just fell, lifeless to the floor, the last few gulps of air you took were so raspy, and I realized then that I stopped hearing you at some point during my feeding from you, I just blocked out your voice and took in the sound of your heart beat.
When I snapped out of this daydream, looking to you from across the kitchen table, I couldn’t help but smile a little bit. You were around… and that really turned me on.

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It’s getting worse.

violent phonesex georgiaHe started calling my phone and hanging up. I know it’s him because sometimes he breathes heavily into the phone and tells me how he’s going to hurt me. I’m afraid, but at the same time excited. I swear I saw camera flashes coming from outside my window last night. I was playing with myself. I would be so embarrassed if he had evidence of me being dirty, but I think he does…
Someone’s been sending flowers to my house, the note attached tells me what a dirty bad little girl I’ve been. I’m fairly certain that it’s him and he’s being leaving me voice mails as well because I’m almost too afraid and excited to answer my phone. In the voice mails, he tells me that I’m allowed to touch myself, only he can. He says if he catches me doing it again I’ll pay in whatever way he seems fit.
I can’t let my boyfriend near me because he might kill him. I don’t know what surprises are in store if I don’t listen to him and I’m not sure if I’m ready to take any chances.

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Have you ever wanted to literally rip someone’s heart out? Sure you have…I know you have…there was a girlfriend, a coworker, a relative, a friend…at some time in your life. The kind of person who you may have cared about at one time, or have hated eternally. But in some way, the pendulum swung and you hated that bitch’s fucking guts. So much, that you felt you could thrust your hand inside of the innermost part of them, and squeeze the life away…

Maybe strip her nice and naked. I know you can’t resist your dick straining against the front of your pants. You can see those pointy tits poking through the thin fabric of her silky dress…you wanna rip it off of her and spread those legs wide open. Wanna play, baby? I mean, look at that beautiful skin…it’s so soft. So smooth…so unblemished. Let’s light some matches and burn her eyelids off. 

I bet she’s gonna scream like a banshee and beg for release. Maybe, instead of tying her up, you should give her that release. Take your dick and pound her cervix wide open. Let the blood gush out…Wanna make some art? I’d love to see you carve some demonic symbols in her chest before we snuff her out.

Portrait of Death

Portrait Of Death ~ NarcissusNarcosis

I will never forget the night
I first experienced the delight
of what it felt like
to take another human’s life..
I had fantasized nonstop
for a very long time
I knew no drug could top
the high I would find…

I spent the days leading up
carefully dissecting my plan
deciding how it would come to fruition
stalking out my first victim..
Still not sure why I picked him
maybe it was because he seemed
so set in doing good deeds.
And no good deed goes unpunished…

I tirelessly studied
his daily routines
even went to church
to watch him preach.
He would stand at his altar
babbling on and on about
hell, brimstone, and fire.
He talked about how demons walked the earth
to bring about the end.
If only he knew
the demon that would end him
was in the front row…

He had a beautiful wife
2 young  tykes and a dog
she would be a widow
weeping at an empty altar
and those brats would grow up
without a father.

I sharpened my blades well
different knives for different purposes
one for stabbing, one for slicing,
one for peeling skin
and a meat cleaver for dicing.
A bone saw to dismember
along with a small plastic case
to keep a trophy of him with me
forever…

He was a set-in-his-ways man
so I knew what he would be doing
we had a very nice date planned
no way it could be ruined.
I dressed in black fatigues
long-sleeve black shirt and black boots.
My tools were already in my car
as I left my house with a smile
didn’t have to drive far
he lived away only a few miles.

I drove to his house and parked
and waited for him to depart
just as expected, 8:29 PM
he said bye to the brats.

I followed him to the parking lot
of the Saturday night restaurant
he always went to
meeting friends at the I-HOP
for some self-righteous laughs and food.
He always parked at the side of the building
where I knew no cameras were filming
I crept behind him with a wire in my clutch
wrapped around his throat
until he ceased to choke
then dragged him to my trunk.
Once he was properly bound and gagged
we were off, on our way back to my pad.

He awoke wide-eyed with a look of fear
strapped to a table in the heart of my shed
I removed the tape so I could hear
him pray to a god that was already dead.
He asked me why I was doing this
and offered me money to let him go
said he had a family, had 2 brats
and I replied, “I already know.”

I took my time and had fun with him
wanted to see how much pain a body could withstand
I burned him with a torch and hammered his feet
and drove nails through his knees.
After such a short time, he could take no more
he kept passing out, he was such a bore…
I slit his throat and watched him bleed out
he almost looked like a pez dispenser..

After hours of cleaning up
any and all traces of blood
I placed his head neatly in a duffel bag
with a hole drilled through his skullcap.
I decided to play nice after all his work
and took him back to his very own church.
I used his keys to get in the back entrance
and placed his head on the altar
through the top was jammed a crucifix…
What a beautiful sight that would greet the Sunday crowd
I decided to go again to hear them scream aloud…

It all felt so right…
I knew I would be powerless to resist the urge
to kill again…
but this was only my first victim..
I had some great ideas and plans
to taunt the police
and let them know
something stronger than them
is taking over…