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A Nice Surprise

Gangbang rape pornJust break in and take the evidence you said, it will be easy you said.  You are full of shit!  It wasn’t easy at all.  I am not even sure why you had to pick a house that was actually occupied by a family.  You said it had something to do with giving them a nice welcome home gift when they got back from vacation.  I’m not sure if seeing your bedroom covered in blood splatter when you return from a week away is a great welcome home gift, but to you it was. 

I got in no problem and went upstairs to the Master bedroom, it was a fucking mess and a half.  I found your knife and started to leave the room but just seeing that beautiful copper color soaked into the expensive bed cover got my pussy wet.  I laid down on it and started to masturbate, I almost came too but I heard the god damn front door open. Apparently the family came home early from vacation.  Lucky me.

I got off the bed and hid in the closet.  The Father came in and turned on the light.  He stood very very still then called for his wife.  She came in and said, “What the FUCK?!?!?”  The look on their faces almost made me laugh.  I could hear the rest of the family coming up the steps, the Mom rushed out and shut the door behind her.  I could hear a small voice asking Mommy what was wrong.  Then I heard Mommy lie.  Daddy however was taking his cock out.  Now it was my time to think, “What the FUCK?!?!?”  The dude jacked off all over the bed!  What an idiot!  Daddy has a little bit of dark inside him I guess. 

He went into the bathroom and cleaned up then picked up the phone.  I wanted to yell at him about the fact that his cum was now on the same bed as the blood but what ever.  If he was stupid enough to call the cops now then he deserved whatever he got.  He hung up the phone and started to rub his cum into the bed cover, I played with my pussy, then the most amazing thing happened.  He realized what he had done, he quickly gathered up the sheets and ran out of the room.  I put my pants back on and got the fuck out of there.

As I was getting in my car three cop cars screeched to a halt outside of the house.  That stupid mother fucker is going to jail for sure.  This is all a nice surprise for me, and you, YOU, actually got away with it.  You never cease to amaze me.

An Angry Black Man

Rape phone sex fantasiesI met him at a bus stop.  He was looking at me to the point where I actually felt uncomfortable.  I finally asked him what the fuck was he looking at.  He said loudly that I look like the bitch his grandmother works for.  I told him that I was not the bitch he thought I was.  He said he knew but I still looked like her.  I asked him why he referred to the person that his grandmother worked for as a bitch.  He told me that she treated his grandmother badly and didn’t pay her enough for all the work she did.  This gave me an idea.

I asked him what he would do if he could do what ever he wanted to her to get back at her for the way she treats his grandma.  He laughed and said, “If only!” I said, “What if you pretended that I was her since I look a lot like her.”  He told me that I must be shitting him, I told him I wasn’t.  I gave him my number and made it very clear that he could do what ever he wanted, that I was into pain.  I got on my bus and I hadn’t heard from him so I thought he would never call.

Eventually he did.  He sounded a bit unsure when I showed up, but I told him that I wouldn’t go to the cops, and I went into great detail about my recent past and how it excited me.  He then asked me what if he goes too far, I said then you go to far, I don’t care.  It took a bit but he finally got into it.  I’ll tell you what, he ragged out my cunt worse than I have ever had it before.  He slapped me around, he choked me with not only his hands but his cock as well.  He used me and violated me in every way he could come up with. 

I had so much cum of his on my face at the end that it looked like I stuck my face in marshmallow fluff. It was just what my pain slut self needed.  When he finally was exhausted he went to say he was sorry about how brutal he was.  I told him to save it, I loved it and if he ever was that pissed off again at the bitch who employed his grandma that he should call me.  I gave him a kiss and left.

I am daddy’s whore

I made daddy so happy on our date that he has given me more food and a extra blankets to keep me warm. He came down stairs today and he cuddled with me! I couldn’t believe it. While we were cuddling daddy started playing with my pussy. He whispered in my ear telling me he loves how wet I get for him. He wanted to play but I was expecting he wanted to play the way he wanted. He started spanking me, hard. So hard that he was leaving hand prints on my body. He rolled me over and spit in my face.

” You are daddy’s fucking whore.”

I nodded my head yes. He punched me hard in the face.

“Tell daddy what you are.”

His powerful punch made my head dizzy and fuzzy, when I didn’t answer right away daddy hit me again this time busting my eyebrow open. With the blood running down my face and aching I whispered

“I am daddy’s whore.”

That wasn’t good enough he punched me again and it felt like my head was hallow.

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I could feel his erection pressing into my thighs. I was dazed as he ripped off my panties, and stuck two fingers inside of me. He growled and punched me again in the face.

“Get wet you fucking worthless whore.”

I looked at him with blood and tears running down my face and whispered

“I am trying to be a good whore for daddy and get wet but daddy you keep hurting me.”

The anger in his eyes scared me.

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He grabbed my neck with one hand and started punching me in the face with the other hand.

“Does this hurt you stupid fuckin’ cunt? Good bitch I want it to fucking hurt.”

He pried my knees open with his legs sat up and slammed his cock into my dry pussy. He fucked me so hard I was raw and bleeding. His cum burned as he came inside of me. The last thing I remember  was

“You are a worthless fucking whore.”

My body hurts so bad. I don’t want to make daddy angry again.. I am his worthless whore. I deserve everything daddy does and I am thankful for my punishment. It wasn’t his fault. I mad him angry. 

New Meat Market for Dinner

annibalism phone sex knife playI never grow tired of hunting my prey. This world is full of victims. Stupid worthless whores and jackasses surround  me making it easy for me to find someone to fill my need to kill. Finding suitable food for my peculiar tastes, however, is a bit more taxing. My personal chef, Rick, has taught me many things; he has given me not only a taste for flesh, but an appreciation for meal preparation.

cannibalism phone sex big tits A good meal is much harder to come by than a good snuff victim. Why? Because so many women are not natural and are underfed. They are concerned with appearance more than health. To find a good meal is challenging in the era of size 6 girls, bleach blondes, Botox and fake tits. I found a new hunting ground for my meals: www.sophisticatedhotties.com.  There are lots of natural beauties here. Some need fattening up and a handful need to have the silicone removed from their bodies before cooking, but the bulk of girls here will make a tasty meal with little prep work.

accomplice phone sexThanks to Rick, I know to be patient. Ginger, Felecity and Divina need to be plumped up a bit, but they look tasty. I can store the girls in cages for a few days and feed them healthy weight gaining corn meal shakes.  Three lovely women for three scrumptious meals. All whores that won’t be missed. Two strippers and a spoiled trophy wife can serve a higher purpose as nourishment for me and my friends. They are not fooling me. Sophisticated my ass. Worthless dirty whores, all of them.

cannibalism phone sex blonde whoreTake a look at these lovely ladies. They pride themselves as classy vanilla girls who would never be into snuff or anything dark. Stuck up bitches need to be put in their place, don’t you agree? I won’t have any guilt over stalking, kidnapping, skinning, basting, slow roasting and eating any one of these self righteous cunts. And the ones that do not end up in my belly, well they might be fun play things to cut, snuff, bleed, torture and force to do all sorts of perverse  things sexually. 

cannibalism phone sex ebony hottieThere is a meal for every taste. Older flesh, younger flesh, meaty flesh, skinny flesh, white meat and even dark meat. Who looks like the best meal to you? Think of all the fun we can have together hunting and preparing our meal together.

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Accomplice phone sex with Toni: Sex Offender Registry

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When a convicted rapist moved to my neighborhood everyone was freaking out and loosing their minds about it. Every time I left the house I would overhear conversations about him. Their lives must be more typical and boring than I thought because they literally had nothing else to talk about! Did they think telling stories about what he done would scare everyone? Probably. If that’s what they were doing than it must have really disgusted them when they found out about what I done. Those nasty little tales they were rambling on about didn’t make me afraid at all, they actually turned me on! I wasn’t about to stay home and rub my aching clit to a snuff porn video either! So I decided to go out and have some fun…
The first time I went looking for him I didn’t expect to find him, but I did. Just seeing the way people started to act anxious anytime they got near his house made him stick out. While I waited on his front porch my cunt got soaking wet and started to throb. I was that excited to meet him and once he opened the door I liked what I found. snuff porn videoThe instant he opened his door I let myself in without an invitation. Then, I started to undress and demanded that he tell me all about what he done. It didn’t take long before he admitted everything, all while his cock was stuffed down my throat.
Precum was leaking out from his thick pulsating cock while he told me about the 2 girls he had raped and beat on. That was already hot, but when he started to tell about crimes that the courts didn’t know about it nearly made me cum. Countless murders, torture, molestation, rapes, and even arson! It’s even more exciting that he got it away with all!!
We were having so much that we decided to share it with everyone. They didn’t seem to like it very much, some even told me how much it disgusted them. Seeing me walking down the street wrapped in his arms made their weak stomachs turn. I did enjoy it, but it wasn’t enough. That’s when I decided that we should just fuck in front of everyone.
I choose semi-public places at first. You know, places like parks and playgrounds. We would hide in the bushes in the late afternoon and make each other cum. It wasn’t over until someone discovered us, then we run. We never ran home either, just to the next location to have more fun. Word spread quickly, the entire neighborhood was horrified. One of the younger boys even recorded me sucking Mr. Rapist’s prick under a bridge!

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Sissy Fairy Fag Vampire Killer

bloody phone sex torture submissiveI don’t remember much about that night. I was partying too much with a particular master and his friends. I knew there was something odd about them.  But, I’m trained to not ask questions, to just do what I am told. But when I woke up pale, cold and with an unquenchable hunger, I had to ask. What had I become? I knew the answer, but I did not want to admit it. Were vampires real? I had fangs, heighten senses, was pale, the light burned my skin and I needed to fuck like my life depended on it.

I called my Master but he said I had a new master now. I had been sold . I was created to breed a new era of vampires; to rid the world of  sissy fairy faggot blood suckers that give real vampires a bad name. A hot vamp like me would not only breed a sturdy manly stock, but I could attract real alpha males to turn, as well as lure the sissy blood suckers easily to their death.  Only a fellow vampire can give another vampire a true death.

bloody phone sex vampire evilI was created to ethnic cleanse the vampire race. To restore it back to a race of men not fags. My first assignment kill this fairy vamp named Edward. You see he gives vampires a bad image. He supposedly sparkles in the sunlight. Everything about him screams sissy fairy fag. He even has baby fangs. If I can rid the world of tiny fanged sissy faggot vampires, I am happy that I was turned.  I will bite off his pecker, wear it around my neck as a warning to beta vamps that the race doesn’t accept anything but real bloodsuckers; vamps who can feed without remorse; vamps who can take women against their will and turn them into their sex slaves not their girlfriends.

Look out sissy fairy fag bloodsuckers, your days are numbered. Only real vampires, real men get to live in my world.

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Dirty Dirty Girl

I wake up so drunk. So fucking drunk right now. And something’s in my ass. Oh my God it burns. I turn my head and vomit profusely. It consists of spunk and tequila. What the fuck is going on. I’m so drunk that turning my head was a lot of work, I don’t think I could move my arm to check what’s in my ass. I hear a low growl from a chubby man who apparently was reading my mind “It’s a liquor bottle, sweety. You took about three shots worth of whiskey in your asshole. Absorbs into the mucus membranes, gets ya fucked faster. And oh boy, did you get fucked. what, 5 men? I don’t fuckin know, how would you?” He laughs at his own joke and saunters away, mumbling “5 men at least. Me…Rico…Tony…Mario…Chester…eh maybe more than five”

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He returns with a bedpan, a rubber tube and a mug. “Cold coffee, babe.” he says, lifting the mug “We picked ya, knocked ya out. Got you drunker than a skunk and had our way with you. The others humped and dumped, but me? I’m a worrier. I don’t want you dying of alcohol poisoning or no shit like that. Little tug, babe.” He hawks a fat loogie and spits it towards my asshole and expertly removes the bottle. “Thank you” I mutter, my words slurred and my eyelids heavy. I vomit again. He replaces the bottle with the rubber tube, which he holds up high. “Coffee enema” he says matter of factly. “Take a little poison outta your system” He pours the coffee into the tube slowly. It hits my rectum and it felt cool and relieving. I feel the urge to shit. A lot. I don’t have the energy to speak so I groan “Let it out babe” he urges, removing the tube and putting a bedpan under me. As if on cue I empty my bowels. It comes hard and fast, stinking like an Irish pub. I’ve never shit so much in my life. It comes in powerful bursts, splashing and staining the sides of the bedpan. I’m so humiliated that I’m actually dripping from my pussy, too. I look over and to my surprise, the man who saved me is stroking his dick. It’s a short fat little thing, cut tight and you can tell he’s rough on it, it’s covered in scratches and friction marks. He’s watching my ass explode and stroking his fat little chode. “Fuckin a’ right’ he mutters. “Let it out, baby. Ohhh, yeah. Yesss, that’s the ticket.” “There’s…there’s no more” I mutter. He closes in, putting the bedpan on the ground. “I should clean you up.” He looks at me. “I’m going to let you go, sweety. But first, I’m going to clean you up while you suck me off” He climbs on top of me, dick right in my face. I dutifully put it in my mouth. I’m so drunk I can’t do much, but I suck and swirl my tongue. He bends over and inhales, groaning. “Ohhh yeah” He burys his face in my ass, lapping up my feces. I gag on his fat dick at the thought, and it makes him hungrier. He licks everything from my crack and starts sucking on my asshole. He fucks my face and I heave, his weight bearing down on my slender body. I am trying so hard not to, but I release, and I spray his face with coffee, whiskey & jizz filled shit. He cums in my mouth, giving me much more than I expected from his tiny little rod. He gets off me, his face covered with chunks of scat. “You should be safe, little one” he says, his shitty mustache rising and falling with every word. “I’ll call you a cab and help you out” He helps me out, and makes a short call on his cellphone. He hands me a folded wad of cash, a ten on the top. “Well,” he says as the taxi arrives “have a good morning” I get in the cab, and he returns to the house. I give the cab driver my address, handing him the ten dollar bill. I open the wad to discover $800. Holy fuck! It’s not the stimulating humiliation I’m used to, but for the right amount of money, anyone can lick my filthy asshole.

Be Badder Than You’ve Ever Been

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My mother would always fuss with me about how I needed to stay away from bad boys and focus on myself. There was no way she was ever going to understand my need for bad boys, after all she did marry my dad and he’s a fucking square. I’m just way too wild to deal with someone like my father. We never got along, he was too stuck up to even notice half the things I did. When he wasn’t being a stuck up fart, he was locking me inside the house so I was forced to behave.

All of the crap my dad tried to hide from me is exactly what I went running to the moment I had the chance. I was always turned on my rough sex and most of my boyfriends were not the guys that you wanted to pick a fight with. I was always attracted to the mysterious ones with dark secrets. I dated this guy who would show me tapes of him raping women and forcing them to orgasm on him multiple times. My pussy would get so turned on by the way he would tie them up and give them so much pleasure. I’d watch his videos and enjoy myself with my toys, imagining that he broke into my place and choked me while I begged him to stop with tears in my eyes. Their cries would only make me want him more, I knew just how good he could fuck and these women had to be enjoying him at least a little bit. You can’t be bit cum all over him when he’s grabbing you so tight and fucking your pussy so hard with his big stiff cock. 

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I Wanna Be Your Bonnie, not Your Juliet

accomplice phone sex knife killerWhile my girlfriends were dreaming about having a Romeo and Juliet kind of love, I was dreaming about being Bonnie to Clyde. You see I suffer from hybristophilia, a strong attraction to bad boys. Not just any bad boy, but the criminal kind. Boys who love to kill, maim, torture and eviscerate others. I did not masturbate to movies like “The Notebook” or “Titanic.” What got me wet were films like “Hostel” and “Saw.”

I had this fantasy, I still do, of being a serial killer’s accomplice, girlfriend. Ted Bundy, David Berkowitz, Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy…these were the men I wanted to fuck. I had this elaborate fantasy life involving some of the most notorious serial killers in history. Fantasy #1: I witnessed Ted Bundy murder some of my sorority sisters. He sees me, with my hand in my panties, rubbing my clit, as he bludgeons to death my stuck up sorority sisters. Instead of killing me too, he realizes I am his soul mate. He kisses me with the blood of my sisters on his face, and fucks me on the bed where one of their dying bodies lay. We then go on a killing spree together, where he teaches me how to lure young stupid cunts into the car, and to their death.

killer phone sex snuff fantasiesFantasy #2: I meet Son of Sam Killer, David Berkowitz, at a satanic cult ritual. He teaches me how to shoot a 44 caliber Bulldog revolver. We go around NYC shooting people in the head that the devil tells us to snuff out. After every shooting, we fuck on the hood of the car that our victim is dying in, listing to the Partridge Family’s “I Think I Love You.” It’s our love song. We kill because there is no God, thus no need for guilt; and to celebrate our love. Blood gushing out of heads on to dashboards while I watch and fuck makes me horny still.

Fantasy #3: I am a young hippie in a cult. Charlie Manson is my God, my lover. He takes me under his wing. Teaches me that war is the answer, but sometimes you need to kill to incite a righteous war. A war against greed and excess. Charlie teaches me how to find the worst offenders of avarice. We find a young couple living high on the hog while others are homeless. We massacre the family and fuck in the blood bath while singing “Helter Skelter.” People need to learn not to flaunt their excess.

Fantasy #4: I meet Jeffrey Dahmer while furniture shopping. We share a kindred fascination for flesh. He invites me back to his apartment for a very special meal. He gives me my first taste for human flesh. Even gives me cooking lessons. I lure a victim back to the house. One that has enough meat on his bones to sustain us both. As we celebrate the joys of cooking flesh, we fuck up against the stove, as a pot of soup bones boils on the burner. The smell of flesh falling off of bones gets my cunt so wet. Still does. Jeffrey makes me understand that I need to appreciate my kills, use all of the body. Eat the flesh, use the bones and skin for furniture. It’s really hot to fuck on a table made of human remains.

killer phone sex hybristophiliaFantasy #5: My parents hire John Wayne Gacy as a clown at my birthday party. Even at a young age, I am keenly observant. He is eyeballing my little brat of a brother. I don’t know how, but I understand that look. I go to his house one day, there is an intoxicating odor coming from underneath the house. John teaches me how to stalk young prey, lure them to my house, play with them, then snuff them out without needing to worry much about body discovery. I learn how to asphyxiate and strangle victims. Even though he prefers young boys, he fucks me from behind as I squeeze the life out of a little plaything with my hands.

My attraction to bad boys has served me well over the years. The many loves of my youth, have made me the sick, violent, twisted girl I am today. From each fantasy lover, I have learned things to make me the best kind of killer. The kind that goes undetected. From Ted, I got a love for blood and an appreciation for beating my victims to death. From David, I learned that there is no God, thus no heaven, so why have guilt? Plus, he taught me how to shoot a gun. A bullet to the head is a sexy quickie kill. From Charlie, I learned the best type of folks to kill. The self entitled assholes that get richer why the poor get poorer. Greed is a deadly sin after all. From Jeff, I learned that human flesh is quite tasty, and nourishing. And, I garnered an appreciation for using the entire body. I’m not killing for sport, but survival. And from John, I gained a love for killing the little ones. Using them for my pleasure, then snuffing them out. Added bonus, learning that lye can leave a body unrecognizable.

Hybristophilia makes me your perfect evil accomplice. I know how to kill in a multitude of ways. I love to stalk and select the right victim. I have an appreciation for killing all sorts of folks; I lack a true type. I know how to dispose of bodies. What kind of evil fun can we get into bad boy?

 

 

Punching Bag Hag

Violent phone sexHis fucking hands were so big!  I had to have him as soon as I walked into the bar.  He was with some other skank, but I’m the ultimate skank and she wasn’t dirty enough for him.  I could tell.  He called her a bitch a few times and she looked like she wanted to cry.  Stupid cunt, doesn’t she know that are terms of endearment?  I learned long ago that women who look like me should be used by men in what ever capacity they see fit to use us in. 

I had just had some candy in the car so I was revved up and ready for anything.  I went there looking for some pain slut fun, and if I could just get the idiot away from this huge guy I knew I would find it.  Fucking is secondary to me, I just want the bruises, gashes, welts, because that’s what gets me off. 

I stepped up to him and kissed him hard.  I spit in his girl’s face and he laughed.  I asked him, “Don’t you want to take out some frustration big man?”  He smiled and called me a few names, I just smiled.  He asked me if that pissed me off, I told him no, I like it.  Then I pushed his hand onto my tits.  His girl just sat and watched.  I asked him if he would like to step outside and teach me a lesson for being such a whore.  What do you know? He said, “FUCK YEAH!”

I’m not sure which punch made me pass out, but when I woke up by the dumpster I was sore.  I made my way back to my car, drove home and looked at myself in the mirror.  My pussy almost exploded!  I looked like the garbage I am.  I will have to go back to that bar again to see if I can be someone else’s punching bag hag for the night.