Tag: killer phone sex

Evil phone sex with scary Angie will have you screaming.

Evil phone sex        Evil phone sex with scary Angie will have you screaming. As long as you keep your hand on your cock then you should be good. Nothing to bad will happen to it unless of course I should deem otherwise. This cock loving bitch will take a bite out of your cock and balls. Have no fear you will like it. You will because I am telling you it is a thrill to feel teeth sinking into you, pulling it away from your body.

        First it will be painful. Then it will tingle. It’s a rush. Squeezing your balls tightly in my fist. Tugging on them down. Hence making you grit your teeth. As long as I am holding onto then you will do as I say and you must a fantasy rape of someone is just as thrilling as can be. Watching the fear flit across those eyes. Knowing that they know what is going to be happening to them.

        If you don’t follow orders, then I promise you that you will be next. Now, go and do as you’re tell to. Grab that bitch, pulling the hair back, tits pointing up into the air. Pinch those nipples and finally fisting that cunt. Seeing the blood running down your arm to drip on the ground.

        Quickly making you hard in my hand. I knew this was your fantasy to have this play. I am your will accomplice, and you will now get your reward. Your eternal reward.

Choke Me And Use Me

Strangulation phone sexStroke your cock while I tell you a story about how much of a dumb fucking whore I am. So I have always loved being fucked like a sex object by anyone who wants to use me; more recently I have been so into the darker side of things. Aside from loving some use and force I also love being choked out until I am begging for air and begging to be marked by a big strong man. You know some really hot strangulation play,occasional hitting and choking has been making my cunt drip. My two friends here Zach and Danny were fucking me lastnight and I begged them to wrap their hands around my neck until I passed out. I wanted them to keep pumping their hard cocks in my slutty unconscious body. I wanted to be filled with cock and cum; as they kept going I regained conciousness and I started to squirt everywhere. Do you want to wrap your big strong hands around my slutty teen throat? Call me and play with me then!

Snuff Movies and October Go Together

snuff moviesOctober is not just for watching snuff movies. For sadistic bitches like me, October means making snuff flicks too. The bloodier the better. I am not for the weak of heart. I am not for first time callers or any man with mild or vanilla fantasies either. Only seasoned snuff connoisseurs or masochistic men should call me.

I can make men cry. My voice is not a giggling teen voice. Fuck that shit. My voice sounds more like a mature seasoned bitch whose has seen and done some shit. I even did some shit last night. Wicked shit too. As I drove home from my Goth bar last night, I happened upon a drunk coed driving erratically on her way home. She had no business driving drunk. Although she did appear to take the less traveled road home, she almost ran me off the road.

So, I ran her off the road instead. Sure, I could have been noble. Perhaps a good woman would call AAA and drive the drunk girl home. But no one considers me a good woman. No one. I took her to my kill shack instead. Too bad you were not with me to explore your rape phone sex fantasies. As soon as I got her into my shack, she puked. I made her lick it up. No one makes a mess in my home but me. I like to make bloody messes.

Some Girls, Many Girls Deserve to Die

I needed to hold a knife to her so she would be obedient. Drunk coeds deserve to die. Even drunk they still act and behave belligerently. Perhaps, I intended to help the girl. She showed no appreciation for saving her drunk life, so I sodomized her with a beer bottle. I pissed on her face. And I even double fisted her two tightest holes. The bitch appeared to like it, so I switched from my fists to my knifes. Now, she did not like it so much. Okay, she did not like it at all.

I stabbed her cunt and her ass until her insides fell out of her holes. You can eviscerate a young girl from the outside with long, sharp objects. Now, it looks like a painful way to die. But no cunt should die quickly.  Cunts deserve killer phone sex. And they deserve to die slowly and painfully. I told you I might not be your cup of tea. My mind runs dark as the night. Think you can handle being my partner?

Bloody phone sex its sticky slick and a turn on.

Bloody phone sex        Bloody phone sex its sticky slick and a turn on to fuck in the blood. All we need is to get the blood to roll around in it. First, we go looking for the victim of our choosing. Now, I know what I like and willing to bet I know what you like. Someone petite. Light colored hair. Pale skin. It must be remembered that pale hair and skin will show the dark bruises easier, the blood will be a stark contrast.

        Alcohol will thin the blood enough that she will bleed more profusely. On the negative side it will also act as a pain killer. As has been noted a little alcohol will thin the blood and not act as a pain killer. You must admit you like the idea of the pain. Hearing the cries. Screaming out as the knife slices deep into the thigh. Missing the main artery. Wouldn’t want to have her bleed out too quickly.

        Watching as it stains her legs, dripping down into her pussy. I will hold her down as you take the knife to her nipples. Cutting first one off then the next. Shove the knife up into that pussy. Cutting her up inside, before fucking her, getting her blood all over your cock.

        Turning me on. Needing to feel that blood-soaked cock inside of me. Rolling though the blood still draining from her. Fucking on her. Yes, cum all over her. See how that cum of yours and her blood mix together.

Snuff Porn with Lovers is My Favorite Fall Activity

snuff pornFall makes the perfect weather to watch snuff porn. I have a few lovers who enjoy getting fucked up and watching snuff flicks with me. I am in it just for the coke. And I always assumed snuff films were fake. But this guy I party with showed me a real snuff movie. The homemade kind. I knew it was real because the girl in the film has been missing for over a year. Suddenly, I found myself scared. What if he wanted to snuff me too?

I remember when the girl went missing. She went to high school with my sons. So, I did not doubt that this flick was homemade. He fucked her raw. For once, I was not the ass rape porn star. I watched and masturbated as he told me what he did to this hot teen slut. Sure, I felt badly for her. She would have been my youngest son’s age. Now she is dead and buried somewhere. I just did everything I could to not end up as the star of one of his next snuff flick.

I Try Hard Not To Star in a Real Snuff Flick

Honestly, I never knew this guy had such a dark streak. I assumed he might be like me. A normal middle-class dad who likes to enjoy some coke sometimes. He never minds sharing his coke with this ginger whore. And I love fucking him. He fucked my ass as we watched his snuff flick. But I acted like I thought it was a fake film. Clearly, I did not know this man like I thought I did. He strangled this teen girl with his bare hands. He fucked her dead body too.

However, sex with dead bodies clearly turns this guy on. I just had to avoid being his next corpse lover. As he fucked my ass, I did my best to act like nothing had changed between us. But I did fear him. No one has seen the star of his little homemade video since she disappeared last year. Police thought teenage runaway. Parents suspected fowl play. But I know she died a violent death. And her body likely will never be found.

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Torture Phone Sex Season Has Losers Begging for Me to Kill Them

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls make me wet. Not much makes my Goth gash purr better than human torture. I do not torture animals. I respect animals because they help me dispose of your remains. But a man, I can torture until he dies from the pain. A quick painless death? Nope. Not with me.

Most of the men I torture do not beg for it. But this one did. And I found him so pathetic and so worthless, that I did it for free. Sometimes men find Goth girls like me hanging out in Goth or Steampunk bars. When they come into a bar filled with folks like me, they stick out like a sore thumb. And for whatever reason, they gravitate to me. Like I have a loser magnet inside my body somewhere, LOL.

Well, I could have that removed, but I love ridding this world of losers with torture sex. James found me and begged for me to kill him right there. Trust me, I considered it. But public slayings or impulse kills not my style. I stay under the radar. That’s how I avoid going to prison. However, I will slaughter a loser in my kill shack any day.

Some Men Just Scream Kill Me

Although I practice good cleanup measures, if the FBI raided my kill shack, they might get confused by all the DNA found inside. But no one knows how to find my kill shack. Thats because it is located seriously off the grid. I felt like this loser James deserved some medieval torture. Since my grandpa was a sadist, I inherited his collection of fine medieval torture devices. I put James on the rack. And I slowly turned the crank to stretch him until he tore in half.

It took hours at the pace I went, but I love prolonging agony. Watching someone die from pain slowly, I find erotic. I can smell pain. I can smell fear. When James finally tore in two, his upper body did not know he had been severed yet. While his brain caught up to his body, I sat on his face. My Goth gash was the last thing he ever saw in his final snuff sex moment. When he died, I fed him to the wildlife. Now, I am on the prowl for my next loser. Maybe it will be you.

Evil Phone Sex Is in The Air

evil phone sexEvil phone sex. I like the way it sounds. E V I L. That describes me. Once, when my mother took me to a shrink, the doctor said I did not show any classic sociopathic tendencies. Well, that’s because I do not fit any mold. Most serial killers got a taste for torture when they were schoolboys because they tortured animals. Not me. I love animals more than humans. I would kill you to save a squirrel. And I am not joking.

I could never hurt an animal. But I do not have any issues hurting people. My first victim, I killed accidentally. My schoolgirl bully. I stabbed her in the woods when she followed me home from school to torment me. My grandpa covered it up. Still to this day, the local police have her listed as a missing person. My grandpa taught me everything I know about killing. And he taught me how to get away with it. Serial killers get caught because they have a pattern. To the cops, my snuff sex deaths appear random. No connection. Most of my victims never get found.

I Respect Animals, It is People I Loathe

The key to my success? Wildlife. My accomplices. I feed victims to the bears and coyotes and other wildlife that lives in the woods behind my kill shack. Thus, why I am kind to animals. They help me in so many ways. My kill shack appears quaint on the outside. Remote. Surrounded by nature. No wifi. Solar generated power. Well water. On the inside? I think my cabin appears to be something straight out of a horror movie like The Evil Dead. So many souls haunt those walls. But I am impervious to ghosts.

The smell of death, I find intoxicating. The splatter of blood on the walls and floors reminds me of each kill. Sometimes, I lay on the floor masturbating on the blood-soaked floor remembering a particular kill. Maybe, if you prove yourself worthy, I can take you to my kill shack. Would you like to see where I do my best work? Would you enjoy being my accomplice phone sex partner? Or perhaps, you would prefer to die in my kill shack?

Evil Phone Sex Early as Killtober is Just Around the Corner!

evil phone sexEvil phone sex anyone? I am always in the mood to fuck something up. More like fuck someone up. My favorite month will soon be here. October does not seem too far away to me now. Every October, I engage in a Satanic purging ritual. However, the funny thing is I do not consider myself a Satanist. Guys ask me all the time if I believe in the devil. I do not believe in heaven or hell. And if you believe in God and that bullshit thing you would believe in his counterpart.

But if you do not believe in God or heaven, how can you believe in Satan? Makes no sense to me. But then I am a logical bitch. However, I do believe in evil. I am evil. Perhaps even a sadist. I am not the kind of woman who needs other human beings. So, I do not have a wolf pack. Nor do I have a bestie or a boyfriend. What I do have though is “a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people…” Okay, that’s a Liam Neeson quote. But I am a nightmare to all people.

Thirty Days of Killtober Came Early

I’m a snuff porn queen. And since my favorite month is October, I will once again partake in 30 days of killing. However, Killtober might be off to an early start. I killed a bitch on accident last night. Not really by accident. It was not like I tripped, and my knife landed in her heart. The bitch annoyed me, and my knife stabbed her in the throat. Sort of accidentally on purpose. Although I am not ashamed of it. She ran a red light, almost ran into me and then called me a cunt.

I so wished you had been in the car with me. No doubt she could have been your ass rape porn star before I slit her throat. It was dark and the road appeared desolate. She seemed drunk as fuck, and any self-entitled cunt who drives drunk, almost kills me then calls me names, deserves to die, right? I did not even think about it. My arm had a mind of its own. And so did my knife. I left the cunt bleeding out in the desolate road. Her car was still running too. Not even October yet, and I am doing good deeds already. Who’s ready to hunt and kill with me?

Castration phone sex is where you can find worthless victims

I get tired of worthless cock, that is why I get on Castration phone sex to find victim bitches. It is easy for me to lure them with my big tits and nasty fun attitude. They always think I will fuck them, but they end up become a dickless bitch which is what they need. Once you walk in, I right away hit you over the head. “What a pathetic bitch, you thought I was going to fuck you” is what I say while laughing and tying him up.

Then you wake up but have a ball gang in your mouth. “You are worthless, and that cock is useless”. “I will make you worth something now”. Then you shake your head no, but it doesn’t matter. After I say that, I extend your cock and tie rubber bands around the base. The best way is to cut the blood supply to your cock. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry my cock is not worth it”.

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There is nothing more that I want right now. I take my butcher knife and with one move I cut your cock off. “There you go, now you have a pussyhole”. I stick your own meat deep in your new cunt hole. The smell of blood makes me so happy, and I don’t stop until your body is no longer moving. “What a pathetic piece of meat” is all I can say as I think about what I will be doing with your corps.

Mutilation Phone Sex Will Cut You Up Good

Mutilation phone sex started when I was much younger.  I started realizing my pussy would get super wet when I would cut myself.  A boyfriend of mine would love watching me bleed. So much so that he would jack off to me slowly cutting into my skin and watching a sharp knife penetrate my skin.  Something about watching that blood bubble up and shoot out from my skin or his, it made our little cocks and clits want nothing more than to get close to each other and bang all our cum out of each other.

As I grew up, I realized I was often cutting myself and watching my friends cut into their skin was the best orgasm for me.  I keep pushing it to the extreme every time.  I will carve out chunks in my skin or my partners skin. I will burn my skin or theirs to watch the pain inflicted and the greater the pain, the more likely my pussy is to be soaking wet.  Same goes for a cock that is into the same thing.

Most of the time for me, mutilation comes in form of knife play phone sex.  However, sometimes it can be other things.  Sometimes I will bite the skin off my partner and watch their skin bruise up or becomes deformed looking.  I may tie someone up so tight that they turn purple at their extremeties.  My favorite is when I can take my long acrylic nails and scratch them up like they just got in a fight with a Bobcat.  I will cut hair too when I’m feeling really frisky.

Anything to make my pussy start to tickle and eventually explode.  What are your mutilation ideas that make your cock get hard? I’d love to hear all about them!