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Bloody fucking get’s wild.

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex. I look like the typical hot slut when you see me, perfect ass and tit’s, but I have urges for one thing and that’s the smell, touch and feeling of blood. Men are my prey, they’e easy to trap once found. My tight bald pussy attracts only the best tasting flesh. Even better after I’ve fucked the living shit out of them leaving my tasting juices all over their bodies.

I never have to convince a victim to take off his clothes. I like it raw, rough and nasty.  My vulva pulsates and my body quivers when I shove you up my tight little cunt with my knife behind my back. While you’re in me that’s when you’re most vulnerable, it turns me the fuck on.

I’m always on top, your pubic hair rubbing against my bald snatch, grinding and fucking you hard and rough. My tit’s bouncing in your face. Once you close your eyes I slice your arm. You scream and I cum. I cut you again. I love the fear in your eyes and the taste of your blood. You’re crying as I rub it all over my tits down to my swollen wet clit. I lick my fingers as I just stare at you, smiling. Another one down, poor sissy boy can’t take pain.

 

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

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Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Fantasy Phone Sex With A Hot Dom

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Fantasy phone sex is great because it means I get to play out fantasies I might never get to do in real life. Sometimes, it’s a fantasy where my Dom is a giant, 30 feet tall, who wants to use me as a real-life masturbation toy. Other times, it can be rape fantasties. Still others, it’s snuff fantasies.

Right now, what I’m in the mood for is a good snuff fantasy with a hot Dom. I want it to be slow and intimate and full of betrayal. I want him to make me think that he would never truly hurt me…and then he does. The story slowly unfolds in such a way that he first sexually tortures me, as usual, and then it starts to go down an even darker path, full of strangulation, exsanguination, and possible descration of my limp, lifeless body.

That’s the best thing about fantasy, in my opinion. Even if you’d never do it in real life, you can always explore the deeper, darker sides of your psyche with fantasy. I have lots of deep, dark sides, and they all scream out for your hands around my throat, slowly choking the life from me as the light in my eyes dies.

Killer phone sex means her corpse is filled with cum

Killer phone sex is what I am here for, bloody, messy and bone chilling. If I don’t do it right my Master will punish me and if I am a really bad girl I might end up on the chopping block. So I never disobey him. It’s a dark, twisted world I inhabit, but it is what it is.

Killer phone sex

My Master believes he is an artist, he thinks he is better than any of them. The way he suffocates a whore, I guess I can see it. The way he sets it all up, the kind of camera he uses, everything is top notch. He most definitely is a perfectionist. This last girl he filmed, was a real pain. She wouldn’t take his orders and kept messing up the shots.

He ordered me to shove a dildo down her throat and tape up her mouth. She fought every step of the way. The bitch even got me in trouble for taking too long. As punishment he made me snuff her out. He knows how much I hate doing that, it really fucks with me. I made sure that plastic bag was super tight so her last breath was quick. He usually fucks them first but I guess he was generous. He knows I have developed a taste for Sex with dead bodies. I love their vacant eyes and still limbs. 

My Master watched with delight, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the scene before him. He urged me on, his commands got my pussy even wetter, I could feel the heat building within me, the familiar ache of release just beyond my grasp.

As I reached my climax, I let out a primal scream, my body shaking with pleasure. My Master followed suit, his own release a testament to the power of our twisted union. As we lay there, spent and exhausted, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My life as a snuff whore may be dark, but it’s never dull. It’s a life filled with sex and death, but it’s one that I wouldn’t trade for anything. After all, there’s no greater thrill than giving your Master exactly what he demands, even if it means filling a corpse with cum.

You ate me for dinner.

Cannibalism phone sex

Cannibalism phone sex. you invited me over to your dark creepy apartment. I trusted you, you’re the “nice guy”. I sat on the bed with sipping on some wine, and you slipped something in my drink. When I awoke you were on top of me, sweating with your finger far up my torn little bald cunt.

You finger fucked me roughly as I begged you to stop. Blood dripping out of my tiny cunt. You pinned my small body down with your hand wrapped tightly around my neck. I could smell something bad, figured you had bad food. Little did I know you had genital’s stacked in your fridge.

You screamed in my face to “shut the fuck up”. I had no way of escaping.  Your a handsome sick fuck that snacks on flesh, you planned to wear my skin. When you licked your finger’s after tasting my sweet juices you changed. I saw the monster in you.

You force fucked my snatch with your huge cock with rape fantasies. Pushing in and out vigorously, eating my young cunt off your knob, slicing my finger. You snacked on it in my face. My screams were never heard.

my cut up cunt and little tit’s now locked away in your freezer. My body was your dinner later that night.

Snuff Porn Before the Holidays, No Thank You

snuff pornHe wanted to make a snuff porn. But I did not. This was not even a desperate move I made for coke. For once, I had plenty of coke thanks to my dealer and my stepson. During holidays, I require more fuel. But I went out to party. I wanted a couple drinks and maybe some dirty dancing. However, I found myself bound and gagged in the back of a car. And I had no memory of how I got there.

One moment I am dancing on a pool table doing shots, and the next, I am in the back of an old station wagon. When I woke up, I felt hazy. Although I drank a lot of booze, it felt like someone drugged me. The guy driving was not even in the bar. At least I did not remember him. So many questions I had. But I could not ask any with a ball gag in my mouth.

For what felt like forever, we drove down desolate roads to some house that appeared abandoned. This trip felt like a nightmare. And it was. Some random dude saw an intoxicated milf stumbling to her car and took advantage of the situation. And I did not know if he had killer or just rape phone sex fantasies. Turned out that he had both.

Even When I am Not Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

He dragged me out of the car by my hair. And across a lot of gravel to get inside. This place felt so creepy. But then so did he. I saw all the torture devices he had. And my stomach told me I might die. Although I did survive, I endured a lot of pain. He beat me up, breaking some ribs. But that made me wondered if he was one of my stepsons friends or subscribers. He flogged me, choked me and beat me. But that turned out to be his foreplay.

He fisted my ass and cunt to loosen my holes up for his impressive cock. If I did not feel like I might die any moment, I might have enjoyed his cock. But since I knew he had that killer phone sex instincts, all I could do was lie there lifeless and scared. By the time he passed out, my body felt so broken, I was not sure I possessed the strength to escape. But, when I saw his coke on the coffee table, I found the strength I needed for a daring escape.

I broke free from the rope because thanks to my stepson breaking so many bones in my body, I am now double jointed. So, I crawled to the table, snorted all his coke and suddenly I felt like super woman. I ran through the forest as fast as I could until a hitch hiker picked me up and took me home.

The late night home invasion.

 

Home invasion phone sex

Home invasion phone sex. It was a full moon and I was home alone. I just got off work so I was exhausted from the day. I took off all my clothes and put on my bathrobe, turned on the tv and sat down on the couch.
As I was taking a sip of tea I heard a window breaking in the kitchen. I ran and hid in my bedroom closet as you opened the door. You went through my cabinets and opened every door in the house. My heart was racing as you were coming and closer closer. “Whoosh” went the closet door and you stood over me. I couldn’t see you, you were dressed in black.

You grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the bed.
I started screaming but you smacked me and told me to shut up. I was helpless, but put up a good fight. I punched you in the mouth and a tooth fell on my forehead. You were enraged.
You opened my bathrobe and held my legs open with your body weight. As you choked me with your right hand, you assaulted me, sliding your cock in my tight pussy.
I was getting weaker by the minute. I had your blood all over my face and chest while your hand was still around my neck. You were looking for cash and I was just in your way. You didn’t want to end my life so after you had your way with me you knocked me out and stole all my valuables. 

I’m your accomplice for the night.

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex. I’m your number one, your assistant but also your partner in crime. At night we walk the city streets doing whatever the fuck we want. Sometimes we love to rob people, sometimes we tie up and torture. Whatever the case is, I’m with you.

I’ve got my knee high boots along with my little dress. This is what you prefer me to wear. You also love it when I smoke cigarettes and burn our victims skin to put them out.

Tonight is a special night. You rented a room at Motel 6 and convinced this cute blonde you met online to come party with you. She has no idea you’re not alone. She knocks on the door and you let her in.  As she sits down, you give her a drink to loosen her up.  I come out of the bathroom, kick her face, then tie her up. You love it when I use my boots, gets you hard. When she wakes up she finds herself naked, still tied up.

As you open her legs up she begins to scream and cry. “Shut the fuck up bitch” I tell her as I light a smoke. You had rape fantasies with her pussy. Tearing her little snatch, sticking your cock far up her small bloody pussy.  Her young blood is all over the sheets. You’re loving this, your cock is throbbing. The more she whines the harder you go. I get so wet watching you pounding our little hostage. I can’t wait to get fucked by you later.

I put my boot on her neck, blew out my smoke, and put it out on her chest. She continues to cry but this is what we do baby. The more cruel the hotter.

 

Babysitter’s Nightmare: A Depraved Dad’s Fantasy

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Yo, yo, motherfuckers! Let me tell you about the shitstorm that was supposed to be a simple babysitting gig. Cora here, your friendly neighborhood babysitter, about to embark on a night of pure, unadulterated hell. I arrive at the house, ready to mind the brats. But little did I know, their dad had other plans—perverted as fuck plans that involved me. The fucker lures me into the basement, his eyes burning with lust. The fucked-up part? He’s got a goddamn rape fantasy, and I’m the star attraction. 

He’s got me trapped, my screams echoing in the goddamn dungeon. The fucking pervert starts stripping me, his hands everywhere, leaving bruises. I’m at his mercy, a fucking toy for his twisted desires. He whips my ass, and I taste my own blood. The fucking masochist actually enjoys my pain. He rams his cock down my throat, and I gag, the stench of him making me wanna puke. But he doesn’t give a shit—just keeps thrusting, calling me his little slut. 

The fucking hung cock monster binds my hands, rips my panties off, and goes to town on my cunt. My eyes are bulging out of my head as he pounds me into oblivion. I’m his fucking rape doll, and he uses me like one. Over and over, he pounds my helpless body, grunting like a wild animal. When he’s done, I’m a mess—bruised, battered, and emotionally shattered. The fucker doesn’t even have the decency to apologize. He just leaves me there, a used-up husk. 

Fuck that shit! Babysitters beware—you’re in for a rude awakening! This is some next-level fucked-up shit! 

Fuckery at its finest, folks! 

Be my murderer with killer phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Have you ever just imagined what it would be like to be Michael Myers with a fetish for fucking the chicks he killed? Cause I’ve always envisioned I was one of those chicks. Getting penetrated by both his large cock, and big ass knife. Definitely gets this pussy wet thinking about it.

Like, you have this predator/prey thing going on with me. Dress as “Daddy Myers” as I lovingly call him. You catch me, strip me of everything I’m wearing, and proceed to penetrate me with both your knife and fuck blade at the same time.

And I just lay there, bleeding and cuming all over your cock while you also blade fuck my chest. Getting your fill of pleasure and sadism, you’ll cum eventually I suspect. But until then, you just keep making me become the corpse you want me to be.

Because killer phone sex like this is so thrilling to me. Being fucked to death is a kink, and I love living it out when I can.