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Home Invader Molests Me and Uses Me Like a Cock Whore

Home Invasion Phone Sex

 

You sneak into my house. I’m not sure why you chose to break in. Did you want money? A place to hide? I’m not sure because you came behind me, covered my mouth and told me that if I screamed you would shoot me in the head. I complied and did not scream as you put a blindfold on my eyes, gagged me with a sock and tied my hands behind my back. You led me to my couch where you molested my tits, rubbing them and sucking on them. This is what you wanted all along, to use my body like a fuck toy. I try to get away, but you pinch my nipples hard, so I won’t move. You move all the way down to my skirt and rip it off. You molest my cunt, telling me that I’m a stupid little whore for not screaming while I had the chance. Of course, I was; I deserve to have this happen to me. You pulled out your cock and shoved it into my pussy. I cried out that it hurt, but it only made you assault me harder. By the time you cum into me, you have completely destroyed my pussy. I ask to be let go, but you say you have other plans. You say that I will be your eternal cock slave as you hold me prisoner in my own home!

What Are You Thankful For?

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Of all the things you have to be thankful for, is gory, grimy, filth filled Gothic phone sex one of them?  Do you give thanks for all of the rainy, depression filled days and nightly dreams riddled with nightmarish visions of death and violence that plague your very being, or are you only grateful for the few fun filled, sunny days and magical moments of joy that trickle down through the tragic parts?  You know that you couldn’t have one without the other, right?  Have a seat, let’s talk real shit this Thanksgiving.  No turkey, no stuffing, no pumpkin-fucking-pie, I don’t even have a table for you.  Just you, me and some talk that might be a little hard for you to hear.  You need it, though.

I’m sure you’re appreciative of all of the dumb shit you have in your life: cars, house, family, status.  People love having that shit, how it makes them happy, I’ll never know.  What I want to know is do you give gratitude for the little, darker things in life that people usually don’t think about.  You know, the parts of life that some individuals are forced to reckon with that you might not necessarily think about because it hasn’t happened to you in your sheltered, pathetically unaware existence.  Not yet, anyway.  We’ll see how our talk goes and where this conversation takes us.

Of all things, I bet you’re most grateful for your loving family, huh?  Loving wife, attentive parents, maybe a rugrat or two running around?  Family is what makes holidays great, right?  You’re oh, so thankful for the clan in your kitchen cooking up a storm so that everyone can stuff their stupid faces and get fucking fat and watch stupid football and blah-blah-fucking-blah.  Isn’t that right?  Well, are you thankful for having a father who didn’t beat and abuse you and come into your room every night to have his way with your tiny little body?  And are you thankful that your mother never chained you down and whipped you with everything she could get her hands on and violated your virgin hole with random objects from around the house?  Do you give thanks to your parents for not using rape and torture as punishment when you were frowing up?  Maybe you should.

How about your closeted whore of a wife?  Are you going to thank her for not gaslighting you, taking all of your money and driving you completely fucking insane?  She could, you know.  You men are pretty trusting of the women you let into your lives.  Look at us talking now, for example.  Do you really think it’s smart to let a feminine force like me into your life when you obviously have so much to lose?  Not your smartest moment, I’m sure, but here we are.  Anyway, your cuntbag wife could just pack up your crotch goblins and all of your possessions and leave, one day.  You should tell her thanks for not being a complete psycho and taking you all out with some sort of poison or just flat out blowing all of your heads off with a shotgun.  I bet she’s thought about it.  

Never thought about being grateful like that, have you?  Grateful for all of the unfortunate things that haven’t happened to you that, very easily, could’ve.  And they still could, you never know.  Your mom might choke on a turkey bone and keel over at the table, stranger things have happened.  Your whole family might just die in a fiery car wreck while you’re all out driving around looking at Christmas lights.  If that’s your path, then so be it.  Or maybe, just maybe, the whole time I’ve had you here, distracted by both my bold, naked beauty and my wide open, rabbit hole of a mind, I sent a few friends over to your house to have some sadistic fun with your beloved family for Thanksgiving.  Hypothetically, if I did send some sordid baddies over to your place to eat all of your food, fuck your mom, wife and tots in front of your dad before they baste his brain with buckshot, would you be more thankful if I told my friends to let the rest of your family live or If I had them just take out everyone in the place?  Be honest.

 

Home Invasion is Easy if You Stick to My Plan

Home invasion phone sex

 

One of my favorite types of terrorizing a helpless tramp is scaring the titties off of some dumb bitch who’s home alone and watching her get forcefully fucked by one of my brutal buddies with a little bit of home invasion phone sex.  Being a pervy accomplice to a peeping tom that’s ready to step up his voyeuristic game with a little B&E really gets my adrenaline going.  The asshole stretching sodomy and cunt fisting fuck action that follows gets my pussy juice flowing.

I always plan the whole thing out, you can’t trust a guy with this type of shit.  Sorry, but you guys are kind of morons when it comes to this stuff.  They say that most serial killers are men, I say that most serial killers who get caught are men.  Psychopathy doesn’t discriminate, everyone is susceptible.  We all go a little mad, sometimes, women are just better at pulling it off.  I find the fair little fuck pig we’re going to utterly violate, stalk her for several weeks to get her routine down pat then formulate our angle for getting inside of her place.

When break in night comes around, the guys are always super anxious and excited no matter how much I’ve prepped them on the plan.  You’re all a bunch of amateurs, but the anticipation on your faces is kind of cute, not gonna lie.  If you can keep calm, cool and collected it’ll go down pretty smoothly.  If you can’t control yourself and deviate from the plan in any way, I make no promises.  And if you get too weird and draw a bunch of attention to us, I’ll be out and on my merry way before you even know I’m not there anymore.  Follow my well formulated plan and you’ll be forcing your fuck stick into an unwilling babysitter butt or jamming your junk into some housewife’s slamhole in no time at all.  

I hope you can contain yourself long enough for us to get to that point.  I love it when dumb bitches are bent over taking it from behind while their faces are being forcefully pushed into my pussy.  Slut screams feel so good on my sadistic slit, I want that bovine to bellow and yelp all over my snatch while you show her what you’re really made of.  That’s the best part for me, don’t fuck it up by being overly eager.  Don’t worry, we’ll get in the house and you’ll get to cream some unsuspecting whore snatch and stretch out a never-fucked asshole before the night is through, I guarantee it.  You just have to stick to my accomplice phone sex plan.

 

Home invasion phone sex with Stephanie the slut

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Home invasion phone sex always makes my wicked whore cunt so wet! I get so turned on talking about waking up to a stranger on top of me. I can’t fight back with you holding me down on the bed. You know that I can’t scream once you slice deep into my throat with the cold blade of your knife. You’ll be able to abuse and mutilate me in every way you can think of. My family will have no idea that you’re even in our house until they find me in the morning as a bloody pile of torn up fuck meat and cum. I’ll have to lie there and take every minute of torture and force fucking until I finally bleed out underneath you. Look me in the eyes so that you can see the pain in my face when you start fisting my holes and tearing my organs out. Don’t stop stabbing, ripping and slicing until your balls are drained and you’re too worn out to waste any more energy on a worthless snuff slut like me. I can’t wait to wake up as your next victim!

Killing Lust: The Kill

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My little mouse lays her head down on a feathery-filled pillow every Tuesday night at around nine at night. Given my nights stalking and waiting I know that my soft delicate prey sleeps soundly. So unaware of the kitty with fangs just waiting, and tonight was the night. Blood rushed in my veins the moment I felt her body panic underneath me as she woke to me straddled on top of her. A sharp butcher knife in my left hand held up high, gleefully laughing as the little mouse tries to squirm free. Hitting, scratching, anything she could think of. Until I came down hard with a swift slice across her artery. The crimson droplets rained forward splashing me with a pleasant continuous splash for a few moments. As the blood trickled less I continued to hack until I felt satisfied with my work taking a single picture of my masterpiece. Careful to leave no sign of myself as I left. Wondering if her mangled body will make its way to my morgue.

Killing Lust: The Hunt

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The dark urge struck me the other night as it does when I can’t keep the boredom at bay. With only one corpse on hand at work, and just a boring one at that it was bound to happen. I stared at my utensils for what felt like hours imagining myself taking the tools and cutting them into flesh. Warm fresh flesh, where the blood flows freely and doesn’t dribble out slowly like black goo. I want the warm rich red liquid that replenishes itself as much as it can. Unable to shake the image, I started thinking of the woman I met at the last wake held upstairs. Runs a rug cleaning business out of her home, and it just so happens she gave me her business card. 

Seems like a silly thing to openly put your address on a business card, but it’s also in poor taste to be self-promoting at someone’s wake. Two mistakes she will be regretting very soon. As I turned off my cell and pulled out a local map. I’m not a rookie, I know not to leave a technology trail even if it means taking a few extra steps. I mapped out a route to her house, finished up my work for the evening, and set the course. Parking in the dark shade of trees in a good line of vision to watch her place. Observing her behaviors, and much to my delight confirmed my suspicions that she does live alone. I will keep watch on and off at night, this is not something I ever rush. But I do assure you by this time next week, she will be dead. *Grins*

Home invasion phone sex with Stephanie

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I’ve been having tons of wicked thoughts swirling around in my dirty mind tonight. I almost can’t resist these dark urges that I keep getting. I can’t tell you how badly I want to live out these sick fantasies of mine. I think my home invasion phone sex calls are the only thing keeping me from going next door, breaking in and stealing the adorable, little twins that just moved in. I could bring them back to my house and torture them for hours before anyone even noticed them missing! They’re so tiny and cute and I can’t stop thinking about how bad I want to hurt them and make them cry! Of course, I would need your help force fucking their tiny cunnies and ripping them wide open. While your stiff dick is ramming those itty, bitty fuck holes, I would be fucking their little faces with my strap-on. I’ll hold it deep in their throats and gag those little bitches until they turn purple. I know you would love the way those little cunnies feel squeezing around your dick as they fight to breathe. My twisted desires don’t stop there but I’m getting too excited. You’ll have to call me so that I can tell you all of the other sick and fucked up things that I want to do with these tiny bitches!

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Fantasies are Not Just for Men

gangbang rape pornI have gangbang rape porn fantasies. I think most women do, but we like them to be fantasies. The reality is never quite as hot as the fantasy. At least not for the women. I was sound asleep in bed when the dog started barking. I got up to see what was going one. I was jumped by a man. Turns out he was more like a teenage boy. I thought maybe he was one of my son’s friends. He was not alone. I asked who they were and what they wanted. I knew what they wanted. You only break into someone’s house for a couple reasons, and none of them are good reasons. These boys had lust in their eyes for me and rape phone sex fantasies on their mind. I started to scream. My sons and husband were in the house. No one heard me because the AC was rolling, and they gagged me quickly. I was just some old whore they wanted to bang. They did not really take turns though. They just gang banged me simultaneously. Two cocks in a hole. I was jacking off others. They gagged me with my own panties. The boys smelled like weed and booze. I joked with them about not being able to get hard if drunk, and they slapped me around with their hard cocks and told me they had no problems there. And they did not have any problems. Young boys rarely have dick issues. I was just hoping, I guess. I was being assaulted in my own living room while my family slept through it. I soon realized that no one was going to rescue me. I was going to be used as an ass rape porn star until these horny teen boys could not cum anymore. I slithered back to bed next to my husband with a wet pussy full of cum.

WANTED: Cunt Loving Accomplice

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Accomplice phone sex is an essential part of my masterfully murderous lifestyle.  It’s the best way for me to find an anonymous helping hand for all of the twisted plans I have in store for the public at large and get my rocks off at the same time.  I don’t give a shit who it is on the other line, if they’re down to play along with my ghastly gore games then they’re just the type of person I want to let inside of me.

I like to use my peculiar playmates in all kinds of ways.  They’re amazing spies, you won’t find a creepier peeping tom anywhere than the pervs I have stalking neighborhoods for me. They’re great at lurking in the night and only being visible in the corners of the eyes and imaginations of all of those yuppie suburbanite shit sacks.  The best is using them as decoys, but not like you might imagine.  A stalker decoy.  I let them chase down a little fuck pig of my choosing then conveniently show up during the hunt and offer “help.”  By the time the dumb darlings realize that I’m in cahoots with their creep, it’s too late for them.

Whether we kill the cunt or just scare the everliving fuck out of her, I always give my anonymous accomplice the prize of pounding my tight and twisted twat.  He deserves it.  I like to catch a creampie deep in my cunt and then squeeze it out of my fuckhole so it drips off of my pussy lips and all over our abducted dipshit.

Added bonus: if we off that hapless hag, it’s his DNA that’ll be all over her, not mine.

   

Snuff Phone Sex for Hire

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex I can do all damn day. I love me some murderous men. I can kill you or I can help you kill someone else. I love to murder and mutilate. I met this guy on a dark web chat room a few weeks ago. He needed to get rid of his ex-wife. She is just annoying and complicating his life. The shit he was telling me was like straight out of a Lifetime movie. She sounded psycho but even if she was a normal doting mom, I would still whack her because I was paid. Murder for hire and castrations are how I make my real money. I need to make more money than what I do with my taboo phone sex line. I make great money at the fantasy calls, but with an uncertain economy, I need to pad my mattress with more rainy day money. I am an assassin, an accomplice and a mutilator of male junk. Guys pay well to have someone whacked or even their own junk whacked off, LOL. I would kill and maim for free, but if I can get paid to do what I love, isn’t that anyone’s dream job?

Anyway, this latest client is some Tech genius with a lot of money. But if is ex-wife has her way, he will lose his millions to her and their spawn. I have no problem leaving brats motherless. You see this guy is diddling his little girls. She found out and is blackmailing him. In my eyes she is not a good mom. She is not calling the police or trying to get help for her little girls. She is extorting my client for money to keep his dirty P secret. Now, I do not care if he is ripping his girls’ hymen into shreds or prolapsing their tiny assholes by treating them like ass porn star if he pays me. With the bitch ex out of the way, he can keep his money and his secrets.

I killed her in her home. I wanted to mutilate her sexy bitch bod, but I had to make it look like a home invasion because the ex is always suspect number one. Her jewelry alone is worth millions. Of course, I cannot pawn it because they will have tracers out on the precious jewels she has. But she dead. Bullet in the head. And I am a few grand richer.