Tag: killer phone sex

Strangulation Phone Sex Because I Can

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex I enjoy. Of course, you cannot strangle me. If you even think about it, I will rip your cock off with my teeth. Men underestimate me all the time. But I can strangle the life out of you. Sometimes, like this weekend, it was all I could do to save my life. A guy hired me to help him kill his baby mama who he told me wanted to bleed him dry.

Normally, I do not ask questions. I take the money and run. I am an equal opportunity killer. But this guy misrepresented himself. And he wanted me to kill his daughter too. Why? Just to save money? When I questioned his motives, he tried to strangle me. Misogynistic men never survive me. So, I gave him a swift kick to his nuts. And I pulled out a knife I had strapped under my breasts and sliced his tendon. That hobbles a man quickly.

Men Who Try to Hurt Me End Up Dead

Although I wanted to make him a snuff porn star then, I also love to make folks suffer. The slice to the tendon did cause significant pain, but not enough for my preference. I cut and stabbed him a bunch more times, but not enough to kill him. Just enough to make him wish he was dead. I planned on strangling him to death like he attempted to do to me. Karma is a bitch I told him.

After a couple hours of torture, I strangled him. Watching the life run out of his eyes, I just smiled. He put up a good fight, but I evened the playing field when I sliced his tendon and left him with over 100 cuts on his body. Of course, I took the money he agreed to pay me. Never did kill his wife. She would be better off without him. I dumped his lifeless body in a wooded area for wild animals to feast on. I killed him at his house, not mine this time. But I left none of my DNA at his place. I am a smart killer, even when I kill in impulse.

Men, I am stronger than I look. Do not attempt to hurt or kill me unless you have death wish.

Snuff Porn Star Blair is Running Out of Her 9 Lives

snuff pornAs a snuff porn star, I get myself in one bad jam after another. My problem is that I take everyone at their word.  Perhaps, my problem has more to do with my love for cocaine, LOL. I want to believe what people tell me because I am desperate for coke.  Or the money to buy coke.

With my son I know he gets rough. But he gives me so much coke, and the good shit too, that I never feel it until the coke wears off. And then I just do more coke. But sometimes I answer ads in fetish and kink magazines or work with snuff directors for cash or in exchange for coke. And even though we agree to terms, they rarely adhere to them. But I keep remaining hopeful that one will. Or perhaps that’s just my desperation that is being optimistic.

Leroy and I go back a few years. And I have never had an issue with him. But this week he lit me up and almost ruined me. No safe words honored. No limits adhered to either. And now I can barely walk. I almost became a real snuff sex victim. He sent me to the ER for stitches. I told my husband I fell. I’m such a good actress, he believes every bullshit story I tell him.

I am Running Out of Lives

I signed up for a hardcore bondage photo shoot. But what I got turned out quite differently. He beat me to a pulp. Punched me in the face repeatedly. Not even my boy does that to me. He knows how valuable my sniffer is. Not sure what got into Leroy. He’s never been this violent with me. But after the last punch put a gash in my head he apologized and told me someone paid him for a violent phone sex session, and I was the only one he could think of who could handle that level of pain.

But I just barely handled that level of pain. Now I have 15 stitches in my head, a broken nose, and a few cracked ribs plus countless bruises. So, I guess I have no “safe,” supplier anymore.  And no nose to snort the coke and dull the pain. Not even my son would ruin my sniffer.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is The Best Way To Control Populations

Cannibalism phone sex is a way of control. As a rambunctious filthy slut I was invited to a murder session. This was an event like a slave auction. Where the invitees where put up to auction. Yes, I was sold as a side of meat.

With my ass and tits on display the bidders got their chance to grope at my body like they would a cattle for their slaughter. In fact in this new world of over population excess becomes cattle.

Once I was purchased the got to enjoy me any way he wanted. His first thing was to fuck my ass. This gentleman did not want pussy, he only wanted my plump rump roast to tenderize with a hardcore ass fucking. Once he marinated my anus hole with his sperm he was ready to feed.

As I lay there with my ass in the air the big knife went into my flesh and sliced it like the Sunday Ham. My screams were stifled by a pair of sperm filled severed balls in my mouth. Like an apple in a pig. As my ass got sliced I bit down to a squirting of intoxicating sperm in my mouth.

 

 Cannibalism Phone Sex

Breasts of Pleasure, Breasts of Pain

 Violent phone sex Hey there, my depraved little sluts, looking for a wicked thrill? Let me paint a picture so fucked up, so hot, you’ll be dripping with desire. I’m talking about the ultimate snuff fantasy, where my perfect tits become instruments of pleasure and destruction.

Imagine a sweet, innocent Brat, cute as a button, and me, ready to corrupt her innocence. I’d start by letting you play with these glorious breasts, letting you suck and lick, while I moan with pleasure. But then, the game changes, and I wrap my tits around her, tight enough to suffocate, my voice soothing her fears. As she struggles, you take me from behind, pounding my pussy like a beast. She screams into my flesh, her desperate cries muffled by my bosom. The harder you fuck me, the tighter I squeeze, feeling her life slip away. Her arms flail, then go limp, as she breathes her last breath against my skin.

And in that moment, you cum, thrusting your load deep inside me, collapsing next to her lifeless body. A perfect ending to a perfect Saturday. 😈💕💣

Cum guzzling confession with the perverted priest

Evil phone sex

 

Church morning wood, pathetic perverted priest. Time for creep tow confession with Jesus, watching all the sworn men praying, makes my tight little bald pussy itch for more. I’ve been sworn as evil due to my Blaphemy sex in the back of the church with you. collecting all the bibles, then burning them in the back once all leave, turns me the fuck on baby!

You pushed me up against the back church wall, choking me with one hand, taking your rape fantasies out on my cherry popped cunt. I’m left bleeding, soaking with your white creamie cum stains down my leg, no longer the virgin I prayed to god about.

Used and abused for those seeking to snuff, choke, slash, slashed knife play on my hot little petite bald torn up puffy muff, the evil one’s who now worship satan from the church use me to torture and abuse me, control my mind to worship evil. Baby bald bunghole, holes filled everyday for those who wish to control and dominate me. I’m made to burn and piss on all bibles, never pray to god, on all fours in front of all in our cult members.

Accomplice Phone Sex Calls Take the Focus off of Me

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls we can all enjoy. It takes the pressure off me. Although technically, I consider myself a switch, I prefer to kidnap and help men with their violent or rape fantasies. I’ve served my time on the circuit. So, nothing wrong with taking a breather and helping you instead of being the victim, right?

Marcus met me years ago when I still had a violent master. He seemed just as afraid of my master as I did. We ran into each other last month and exchanged phone numbers. Master made him fuck a Lolita whore in front of me to ensure his silence. Although he did not want to do it, he had no choice. He knew what I knew. Anyone who said no to my former master ended up dead.

Behind Every Sick Perverted Man is a Female Accomplice

But turns out master created a Lolita fucker in the moment. He never thought he would enjoy teen rape porn, but he did. The problem has been finding the right opportunity and the right girl. Running into me solved half his problem. But I told him it solved all his problems because I could get the girl for him. Bring her to him on silver platter, and I did.

I knew what he wanted because he told me. So, I kidnapped a young blonde Lolita and helped him fuck her. Of course, a good accomplice makes a movie for you to enjoy afterwards. He destroyed this Lolita’s cunt and her ass. Split her in two and he did not mean to hurt her that badly. But his dick seemed damn near a foot long. And I picked him out a young tiny girl. Clearly a virgin too.

She cried, screamed and begged for her mommy. But all she got was cock. Big cock shoved in all her tiny holes. He did not have the stomach for killer phone sex. So, I finished her off and gave her a burial at sea. She will never be found.  I learned from the best how to dispose of a body.

Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe.

Taboo phone sex             Taboo phone sex just when you thought it was safe. Boy, were you wrong. Nothing is safe.  Not you, not me, not no one. Going to rock you, sock you, kick you in the nads. Now that is fun. For me.

            Come mister tally man tally me some cocks. Wrack them up for me to knock them down. As soon as you enter you know you are with a killer. Now, I am not just any killer. I am the killer that will be taking you apart.

            Piece by piece that is why I am the Killer phone sex queen bee.  All in all, I will kill, for the good of the hive. To be sure it is necessary. I like being a killer. Do you like being snuffed out like a little bitch? Bet you do. After all, you come a crawling on your belly like a low-down piece of dirt.

            Begging and pleading with your mommy. Well, mommy isn’t here right now. In fact, all you got is the killer bee that is going to sting you to death. Slow and painful.

To be sure it will be torturous. It is what you deserve.

I Have Suffered Enough

Rape phone sex fantasies Rape phone sex fantasies. Forced to be a fuck toy , started off as a fun filled night, good music strong drinks and hot guys. When we first met you were sweet as can be, we danced all night almost until last call, I asked you to order me a stiff drink while I go pee. That’s where the mistake was made, you spiked my drink with some sort of drug, I still don’t know what it was. When I woke up I was chained to a table butt naked with my mouth gagged and I could not move. However I felt everything you did to my body, the electric shocks to my nipples hurt but nothing compared to the clit removal, yeah I have never experienced a pain like that in my young life after you fucked all my holes with yor cock and massive dildos you decided to mutilate my body before taking me out of my misery, using a scalpel you slowly sliced my sensitive clit and put it in a small jar filled with liquid, tears running down my face as you walk towards my bruised body.What is in store now I have no clue just make it quick and painless i have suffered enough.

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Killer phone sex with the best makes a big mess

Killer phone sexWho am I? The Killer phone sex Queen, Daddy. I know you need my help; your daughter is a handful, isn’t she? Now she’s at that prime age, and she is driving you crazy. It’s a good thing you have me to help you. Bring her over; I’ll get her dressed right. I’ll put her in a lacy white negligee with some bright red lipstick. I’ll guide her to the altar. I’ll be sure to tie her to the sacrificial bed tightly.
Poor little thing will be screaming in fear, and I bet as soon as she sees you, she will give in. Since I was the one who prepped her for our little ritual, Daddy got to fill her in on what was going to happen to her. Tell her the Torture sex she is going to endure. I’ll get your cock rock hard and force it into her little wet hole.
I know the screams alone will make me cum, but since she is our slave now, let’s make it bloody. Your cock is way too big for her little asshole, so I want you to slam it in there, one hard big thrust inside. And then I want you to jackhammer that shit till she bleeds.