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Violent Phone Sex Makes My Cunt Soaking Wet

violent phone sexViolent phone sex makes my cunt wet. Like soaking wet. I masturbate on most of my calls. The more violent a roleplay is, the hotter I get. I know, something is wrong with me. I know it is my violent past. But I embrace it now. My caller asked me about my father. I used to hate talking about him. The moment the word father was mentioned, I would get quiet and my body would tense up. Do not get me wrong, I would kill my daddy in a heartbeat now. I think about it often now that have become a sexy switch. I love my new role in life. But my father no longer has a hold on me. I am no longer scared of him or his equally scary cronies. My father would be 62 now. My caller last night wanted roleplay phone sex. He surprised me. He wanted to be my accomplice in killing dear old daddy. Now, my cunt was dripping. He pretended to be daddy. I went back home for the first time since I was a teen girl. Daddy recognized me immediately. I was taller, and bustier, but he knew who I was. Told me he would never forget his slave. This fantasy call seemed so real. It gave me a real taste for vengeance. Daddy invited me in, and I was not inside for more than a few minutes when daddy tried to force himself on me. He told me I would always be his property. I stabbed him. Daddy was expecting the old Cassandra, not the new Cassandra. The old daughter he knew cowered in his presence and let him do whatever he wanted out of fear. The Cassandra now is not his daughter. I am a taboo phone sex whore who gets off on revenge and pain. I gutted daddy like a pig. Let him die while looking me in the eyes. The perplexed look on his face made me happy. He never saw it coming. He thought he ruined me. He thought he owned me. He thought he broke me. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And what doesn’t kill me, might kill you because now I am a blood thirsty bitch out for revenge.

You’re Ready for a Bit of Gun Play

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No, please! Don’t do this! 

I am laying down, helpless and beaten. You have already fantasy raped me as well as let your hired help fuck my throat and my ass. You have punched me in the face repeatedly, working downwards to my feet. I can barely move my body. You and your friend throat fucked me so hard that I can barely speak. So, you are not surprised when you bring a gun to my face and a faint scream escapes my lips. You caress my face with the gun, my heart beating faster and faster as you move it towards my legs. I brace myself for the inevitable bang until you start fucking my pussy with the barrel of the gun.

This felt like a cold, hard cock pounding the shit out of my already bruised pussy. I could barely take the feeling, and tried to escape you. At this point, you realize I must be better than I thought, so you shoot me in my pussy. I scream at the top of my lungs! How could you do this? You watch as the blood spurts out of the part formerly known as my pussy. You shove your gun down my throat, making me taste my own pussy juices and gun residue before you finally shoot me in the mouth, watching the blood gush from the hole in my face. 

Killer Phone Sex is Killer with Me as Your Accomplice

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Killer phone sex is killer with me. I hold nothing back. I am not filled with rage like you might think. I just like killing. I am a serial killer with no pattern. That is how I never get caught. Most of the time, I am getting rid of the body in a manner that it will never be found. Just another missing person… Sometimes, I am pissed off in the moment and that leads me to kill. Rarely, do I kill my victim right then, however. I am a planner. You have to plan to stay off the radar. I had a chance encounter with this Barbie bimbo at a bar last month. I have been stalking her since. Putting distance between us, so no one would make the connection. She came into a Steam Punk bar looking like Bimbo Barbie. She had on a skintight pink dress with matching pink heels. She was in the wrong bar. She made a stink though when she did not get served instantly. She also though a hissy fit when she could not charm any man in the bar to buy her a drink. I tried to tell her she was in the wrong place and she went after me. That’s when I decided she would star in my next snuff porn.

Just a vacuous blonde Barbie Doll who things her shit does not stink. I watched her for almost a month. She contributes nothing to this world, so I killed her. Snatched her up on the road as she was walking home by herself drunk. She was going back to her sorority house, but she never made it. I took her to my kill shack only you know about. She was pretty out of it. Not going to lie. I was disappointed that she might not feel the pain as much. I carved her up. I cut off her perky C cup boobs. I sliced off her cunt lips. I poured hot wax on her clit. I cut her flesh until she was covered in her own blood. I smeared her blood on her body so she could see how much better she looked. She was going into shock from the pain. I was just getting started with her. Torture sex is best when I can make the pain last. I ended up dismembering her body and feeding her to the wildlife. She will just be another missing coed who will never be found.

Babysitter Phone Sex Made Daddy Do it!

Babysitter Phone SexI was feeling a little rebellious against my cruel old man so I started doing babysitter phone sex when the tots fell asleep. I didn’t mind the extra money but having fantasy phone sex was my only escape from the torture sex and snuff porn daddy got me addicted to. I’d be all alone babysitting when I’d take calls in secret, quietly making guys cum to the dirtiest roleplay phone sex while the brats were knocked out. One time daddy came home and caught me having killer phone sex, he was beyond angry at me for being such a little whore. He beat me senseless right in the middle of my call, I had blood in my mouth from how hard he slapped me. I had no idea what he would do next, I tried to fight him but that only made him angrier. Daddy kicked me in the gut before he stormed up the steps and dragged the sweet little girl I was watching from my bed. He woke her up with his cock in her mouth before force fucking her little bald cunt right in front of me!

he wants to eat me

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My ex was so obsessed with my body that I always wondered why he was such a horn dog. It didn’t take long for him to tell me he wanted to eat me and film it. All he wanted was for me to gain a couple of pounds, just enough for him to slice some of me and enjoy it.

He was really into cannibalism and snuff movies. Wow, you think you know someone till you realize everything is a lie.

All he could think about was how id taste on his plate when he gave me an ultimatum that i would have to do it or he would leave me. I accepted and caved in and let him feast on my body. The draining of blood had him erect and wanting to fuck me so roughly.

Murder phone sex fantasies with a nasty cunt who deserves it

Murder phone sex fantasiesYou have been having some murder phone sex fantasies about a nasty cunt like me. I have been coming to work in short skirts, tight blouses, and sexy red nails that make your cock hard. I have been getting off my boss for that promotion I applied for, and it really makes you boil on the inside. You’ve worked hard for that promotion. One time our boss left his door open, and he was jamming his cock up my dry ass making it bleed, while forcing me to watch ass rape porn with him. No woman would stoop this low, you thought. But a nasty cunt who would deserves to be treated like this. At work I now have to refer to him as my master, and he had a dirty idea. My boss invited you to reenact an evil phone sex fantasy that he and I had talked about together. He calls me into his office, and you both are standing there with a bunch of tools lying around the desk. It makes your cock hard knowing that we had talked about bloody phone sex. My pussy is wet. I want it. He tells me to strip, and I attempt to take off my clothes with my back turned. You tell me that whores don’t get modesty. I abide by my master and strip completely nude Infront of you guys. Once completely naked you put a ball gag in my mouth and tie me down with my legs spread wide. You pick up a knife as I shake head no. I am getting wetter, as you drag the knife across the peaks of my breasts, down to my nipples and letting you lick my hot blood off the knife. You then tell me that my boss wasn’t honest with me during all of our nasty fantasy phone sex sessions after work hours. You say he wants to have some killer phone sex…..

I Don’t Really Have a Choice

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Now, would I rather be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down? 

That is always the problem with some choices: they can be impossible. No one wins except for the person who requires the answer. That is the predicament I am in. My captor has been torturing me for hours, making me choose what tortures I would rather have, telling me that he may allow me to escape with what little I have left. As of this point, I do not know if I want to live anymore. I chose to chop off two of my toes rather than two of my fingers. He asked me if I would rather have my ass mutilated with a knife or my pussy, and chose my pussy. My pussy is now a bloody mess with shreds of skin hanging off my pelvis. Now, he wants to know if I want to be sawed in half from the pussy up or from the head down. I say take me now and destroy my brains. I should have known he would never let me go. 

Snuff Movies Do Not Always Go As Planned with Me as Your Accomplice

snuff moviesI am in the business of making snuff movies. Sometimes, I make them for personal pleasure. Sometimes, I make them because I was paid to make them for someone like you. I enjoy making both. Sometimes, however, like this week, I throw a monkey wrench in a man’s plans because he is the one who should be dead. I am no women’s libber or anything like that. Honestly, I hate most women. I hate most people. I did not like Clint. He was my client. Something about him just rubbed me the wrong way. He was egotistical and a narcissist. He wanted his wife killed because she cheated on him. I have killed someone for less. I rarely look a gift horse in the mouth, but the more I listened to him ramble on about why his wife needed to die, the more annoying he became. All I could think about was making him the star of a snuff porn. When I met the woman who I was hired to kill, she was not surprised to see me in her house. She did plead for her life, but not in a typical way though. She doubled what Clint paid me to kill him instead. She had big brass balls and I sort of liked it. I asked her to tell me the truth about her ex. She confirmed everything I was thinking. Because I liked Tiffany and loathed Clint, I took the same fee that Clint paid me. We staged her death, so I had pictures. I can make some decent deep fakes. Then she came with me to kill Clint. When I arrived at this no tell motel for the rest of my money, Tiffany surprised her husband. The victim was now my accomplice phone sex partner and her husband is now dead. I lent her some of my big ostentatious knives and she slaughtered him as good as I could have. She had lots of rage built up in her. I understood. I knew him less than 24 hours and wanted to kill him. Now, I have a bad ass new friend who is coming into a lot of money, and a tool of a man is dead in a sleazy hotel. You can hire me to kill for you, but I might decide I like your victim more than you. It is a risk you take with me.

Evil Phone Sex With Satanic Goddess Aria Turns Killer!

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When it comes to evil, I’m the best. Let me tell you about a little home invasion incident that took place not too long ago. The results will leave you dead in your tracks. It all started with a woman named Emily.

Now Emily was a barely legal hottie who thought she had the world made. She had tits that would arrive before she entered a room and an ass that wouldn’t quit. So, I decided to play my hand at her and see if my gamble would work. Unfortunately, she turned me down, stating she’s not interested in women.

We all know I am quite different from normal women, so I persisted, and she made a mockery of me in front of everyone. I would not let that stand. So, I decided to follow her home that night and after she went to bed, me and my friend broke into her house.

The next thing she knew she was tied up in her own basement, screaming for help. But help was far out of her reach. I knelt to meet her gaze, horror was written all over her eyes as I drew my knife from her cheek down to one of her perfect tits.

She begged and pleaded with me not to do this, she said she was sorry, but it was too late. My knife was already plunged deep into her pathetic little stone of a heart. Blood spewed out of her mouth as she coughed up some more.

I licked the blade clean then let my friend have his way with her corpse, he fucked the shit out of her. Then he left her filled with his cum and my knife in her heart. Don’t fuck with me, I will fuck with you more. Longing for more details? Give me a call I’ll tell you all about it.

Snuff Porn makes me want to die

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Snuff porn has made me really demented and evil! I often think, is killing and dying really all that bad?  People say I will end up in hell and I really hope that is true! No one understands the lust for death as I do.  Just look at how much serenity my victims have as they take their last breath.

I long for that bliss in my own life.  No more evilness, sadness, or even happiness on their face anymore.  Must be nice to end it all!

They are just there, a lifeless doll that’s empty of feelings, and thoughts… Just gone. All I know is this snuff I watch has me thinking about slicing myself up and letting the blood run down my wrist. I will cut the right way too! No playing here! Not that I haven’t tried before, only to be rushed to the hospital and my life saved. Stupid fucks!

This time I will do it with an evil-ass man who wants to fuck me as I bled out! Sharp razor blades, blood, and big cocks always have been such a turn-on for me. Look at your teen bitch bleeding out under you, isn’t that so hot!

The emptiness in my eyes tells you I am no longer insane or in pain. Just lost in the death moment begging to see what is on the other side! I truly know that sometimes taking the last breath from someone is not always evil! And that sometimes just cutting and bleeding gives you pleasure no one can ever understand. 

* Evil Grin*