I wish my boyfreind was here to dick me down. It was just a quiet night. I was lying on the sofa in some sexy lingerie. I have the TV on. I was just watching my show hanging out. I thought I had locked the back door, but I might be mistaken because I suddenly heard a strange noise. I assumed it was my boyfriend coming over. I was just about to play with myself with a dildo but since he is here maybe I won’t need to. I just spread my legs open waiting for him to come into the room. I was sure that it was going to be a great night. But to my surprise, what I saw shocked me. See it wasn’t my boyfriend, it was a complete stranger. My heart stopped beating. How did you get in here? I screamed. I had seen this stranger before. They have been following me in the neighborhood. They didn’t say anything but they pointed a gun at me. I raised my hands. They forced my on to my knees and made me suck their dick at gunpoint.
Tag: Goth Teen Phone Sex
Have You Been Stalking Me
It’s Snuff Porn Times
It is snuff porn time. There are a ton more fucking idiots in the world now than ever. Social distancing? I have been doing that all my life. Not because I am afraid of a virus. I just hate people and want them as far away from me as possible. That’s the truth. The world is full of stupid fucks and dumb cunts. I was out hunting over the weekend. I needed to kill. I was just looking for the stupidest fucks around and that was easier than I thought. I found these two college bimbos teetering down Main street in their heels. Drunk off their asses and it wasn’t even noon yet. St Patrick’s Day festivities. No one practicing social distancing. The world will not miss two dumb college sluts. I offered them a ride. They asked if I was their Uber. Of course, I said yes. They were too drunk to question anything. The cunts passed out in the back of my car. When they woke up, they were tied spread eagle to dirty beds in a rustic cabin in the middle of nowhere. They were still drunk off their asses. They thought this was a joke. They realized it was snuff sex soon enough. I carved them up slowly. I wanted a slow death. One they would feel. I sliced off their whore titties. I stabbed their bald cunts. I even stabbed their bleached assholes. These young dumb cunts were plastic. Fake tits. Spray on tans. Henna tattoos. Botox. So young, yet so vain. They died ugly. I scraped off their fake tans with a sharp knife. I cut off their fake tits. I slashed their botox faces. I cut out their assholes and aborted their internal girl parts. Dead cunts. No one will miss them. Don’t worry. I used hand sanitizer afterwards.
Evil Bitch On the Prowl
This evil whore is the prowl tonight! I need some sweet slutkins to destroy. There is an orphanage just down the way and I am seriously thinking of having someone break in there and steal me a brat or two. I know just the men who want to see some sweet fresh flesh destroyed by my deviant self. Would you like to come along with this accomplice whore so that your cock is the last thing they see before I ut them in that Hansel and Gretel oven I have? We could enjoy some whiskey shots as we watch them burn after your cock has had the pleasure of ripping smooth tight little holes apart! Don’t be scared, I won’t harm you unless you want me too! We can broil these sweet fleshed littles and have them as our dinner! I love teh way brat flesh taste!
Cannibalism phone sex
Cannibalism phone sex can be very fucking erotic. Normal people don’t think about how sensual flesh-eating can be. But then again if anyone got in your brain, they would know you are far from normal. I once sliced off part of my thigh just to taste what human flesh would be like. Something happened to me. I felt this urge like I was turning inside out and wanting to orgasm just from chewing my very own skin. SO I gave my boyfriend some of my thigh meat and his cock seems to grow, I felt like this was the best-kept secret. A drug more intoxicating than heroin. And have had some good black, mind you. I then sliced off part of his chest, just a tiny slice. And we shared that as I got on his wildly unexplainable hard cock and we came in a power bonding so intense, I blacked out. I bet you and I could have some snuff phone sex that fucking good, just me and you in a world only we understand…
Playground Predator
Your Taboo phone sex slut delivers the best young flesh,
Tiny fuckdolls to be put to the test.
I am a playground predator it’s true,
I bring baby girl and baby boys to you.
Your cock deserves the best I have to offer,
Cum for the littles I slaughter.
I know you need the best tightest fuckholes I give you,
Sweet faced brats to murder and undo.
Blood and guts are what I love,
I am a murdering slut that goes beyond and above.
I don’t think twice, about your tint hole vice.
Rip them up daddy kill them with your big dick,
They are nothing for this snuff hoe trick.
I can bring them one by one,
Or a dozen to all to receive your cum.
Castration Phone Sex With Jezabel
This snuff whore really hopes this castration phone sex tale makes your little dick hard as a rock. I’m going to be the last woman to ever see him as a man. He is bound to the OBGYN chair legs shackles arms tied behind his back. He is a pathetic useless man with his little dick pointing straight to the ceiling. I make him look at me in the eyes, my cunt is soaked through my panties. I will have my very own eunuch slave! I will be the last bitch he ever even wants to fuck. This is his choice, he ordered me to cut his balls off. He screams at the tough of the blade, but I will not stop. This is no time for second thoughts as the blade cuts into his beloved family jewels. I still don’t know if I will keep him as my accomplice eunuch or sell him on the black market. All that is certain is his balls will be added to my collection with the others for this dark bitch to admire. He is lucky I don’t slit his throat. But he will be valuable to me or another mistress of the night as her slave that has no desire of the cock. He looks into my eyes one last time, humps the air as I cut him before the cum spurts out of his dick, instead it puddles to the floor as I have his balls in my hand! Boy, do I love being a bloody phone sex castration whore!
Fantasy Phone Sex Seems Real
Fantasy phone sex calls with a sick bitch make your dark desires seem real. I have some fantasies like killing the Kardashian dip shits, but obviously I don’t act on them. I find this line of work very satisfying because I can work out my anger issues as well as my hatred for society. There is not enough time in the world for me to snuff all the losers and bitches that need to be gone. I do enjoy taking out young cock teases before they grow up to be a Kardashian type. I had a unique opportunity the other night to do just that. A friend of mine wanted me to meet his niece. I hated her at hello. I hate most brats. I have zero maternal instincts. He set me up. He knew I would hate her. He knew I would want to make a snuff porn with her. Normally, I don’t kill anyone I have a connection with like this, but she was worth the risk. My connection is to her uncle not her. No one would even know I had met the brat. My friend would be the suspect. We drugged her and took her to my kill shack. He used me because he wanted to fuck her tiny little slit. He wanted to gut her like a pig. Like most men, too weak to do it themselves. I am not weak. I have no impulse control. Once someone is in my cross hairs, they are dead. She called me Wednesday Addams to mock my Goth queen look. I don’t tolerate disrespect from something so young, so I killed her. I brutalized her. Gutted her like a pig and chopped up her remains and fed then to the coyotes. But not before I let her uncle test out his rape phone sex fantasies.
Blood And Guts Knife Play Phone Sex Slut
I took the job as a babysitter to satisfy my needs for young pussy and cock. And to please the Angel of Death that resides in me. What I wasn’t expecting was the mother to be 8 months pregnant and just having me over to watch the brats while she took a nap and then went shopping. My face was intent on watching that womb bounce with forceful kicks from her bun in the oven. I hadn’t had a fresh one like that in some time. My hand started to twitch and the hunting knife in my boot seemed to heat up on my leg. Visions of me slicing her open like a melon and getting my fresh prey out had me wetting my panties. Then her teenage son came down the stairs in his motorcycle jacket and kissed his mom goodbye as his hands lovingly caressed her stomach. One look into his eyes and I knew he was like me. It was him I had spoken too on the internet and texted. U thought it was the husband, but no I would be murdering them all slowly and now a pregnant whore to force the birth and kill as well. A whisper to my ear said he would be back in two hours and to leave his mother for both of us. I would have her tied up and in shock from watching her little ones be killed and molested in her eyes. This was going to be a good, good night!
Mutilation phone sex And Destruction of Souls
I enjoy mutilation phone sex on a deeper level. My blood rushes to my clit as I decide my victims’ fate. My hands and implements of torture will transform you, your spouse or your picture-perfect brats into a work of blood art. I discovered my love for mutilating bodies at a rave a couple of years ago. I was green around the edges and had just been slicing up small creatures until then. The lights flashed red and a siren went off and I saw blonde cheerleader types being herded like cattle into another room. I snuck behind to see women tying those pretty bombshells up and shiny destruction tools glimmering as the lights strobed. One by one faces, tits and genitals were transformed into mushy bloody messes. I felt someone beside me say that I was not in this room by accident. I piece of the thigh was sliced off and handed to me to eat raw. I gulped it down and felt my body racked with violent orgasm as I was held down and fucked to be initiated into the true gothic cannibalism and killing the underground world. Do you dare see what this goth teen phone sex whore has in store for you and your cock?
Off with Your Balls
There’s something so sexy about a sharp blade. Any blade. Knife, razor, sword, box cutter. Shiny and sharp, placed right up against your nut sac. You wonder if I’m going to tease you or hurt you. You feel the sharp edge dragging along your flesh and the blood beads up. Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to be castrated? Oh, you beg me not to hurt you but that rock hard cock gives you away. You like the fear that you’re feeling. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as the cum builds in your testicles. You groan out loud. You better not cum, or I will end you now. This is cock control and your life depends on it. A shot of cum and I will make your blood spurt, too. You clench your teeth, gasping for air, trying to get control of your raging member who only wants to cum. I smile and wait. “Beg for your balls.” I order you. You sound like a little bitch whining as you plead for your manhood. The whimper is starting to irritate me. I have my blade poised right up against your bulging purple mushroom head. Shall I cut your cock off in pieces or will one swipe of my wrist leave you as a sissy eunuch forever?











