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Evil Babysitting Phone Sex

babysitter phone sexI hate babysitting, but evil babysitter phone sex calls are among my favorite. Sometimes I take sitter jobs to have easy access too little sluts for friends, other times it just for my own perverse pleasure. Last night was the later. I took a gig because I hate the girl’s parents. I was checking out babysitting ads and I saw the photo of the parents. They have an older daughter; she is a bitch I went to high school with and her parents bailed her out of trouble repeatedly for her mean girl antics. This girl was likely adopted because the mother is past her prime, unless she used fertility drugs. I have a fake id for babysitting and I can transform from Goth punk to girl next door with makeup and hair dye. I sat for the angel the other night. She was a polite girl, but still a privileged princess with bitch parents and an evil older sister. She was just collateral damage.  I drugged her up and started a live stream of Anika’s Abuse.  Guys were paying me to be her BTK killer. Bind, torture, kill. A few of my favorite words. I bound her legs and her arms like one guy wanted. I fisted her ass and cunt like a few others paid to see. I wrote whore in lipstick on her face like another guy wanted. I even fucker her pussy with a Barbie doll. Anika was like a rag doll, all floppy and shit from the special cocktail I made her. She might remember some shit, but it would make no sense the next day. One guy offered me a ton of money to kill her, but that was too risky. I sexually abused the little girl and made a profit. Now, I am happy to kill a little whore with you. Just needs to be a random girl that won’t trace back to me. Killer phone sex is so much fun.

I don’t fuck with broke bitches

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I enjoy snuff sex because I’m a super dominant bitch. When I agreed to go on a date with this guy who wouldn’t stop flashing his amex and his fancy things at me I thought I could fuck him and get some coins from him and toss him away like a stupid worthless toy. When I realized I could make him my sissy slut I thought that would be so much better. I ended up accepting his millionth invite. When we got to the restaurant after ordering and getting thru what felt like forever, I anxiously awaited for him to pay the bill. When the waitress made her way back she said the card didn’t go thru and was cancelled. I should of known he was probably using his mommy and daddies money. I was beyond furious and decided the best way to get back at him would be to take him to my place. I footed the bill and brought the dweeb back to my house. When we got to my place I didn’t hesitate to sissified the idiot. I dressed him up and invited some friends over to use his man pussy. He wasn’t man enough for me and he should of known I don’t fuck with broke bitches.

Please Don’t Kill Me Jezabel!

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Girls can be so mean, and I would know because I was violated, abused, and murdered because of it. To me, me making cheer captain was the best thing that could happen to me, but for my competition, it was the thing that pushed her over the edge. Jezabel was always so nice to me while they were putting me through hell as the new girl, but when I got what she wanted then she snapped. She acted nice at first, and kept telling me how happy she was for me. She even offered me a gift. She told me she had a modeling gig this weekend, and there was one more slot. Jezabel said that if I was hot enough for cheer captain, then I was certainly hot enough to be a model. When I got there I was in utter shock. She neglected to mention that it was a nude photo shoot. I was going to go home, but Jezabel convinced me to stay. The photo shoot was just me and her. The only other person there was, was the creepy camera man, and him and Jezabel kept looking at each other like they were gonna fuck right then and there. Half way through, Jezabel offered me a sip of her water, and I took a big gulp. You would think I would know better by now then to drink or eat something from someone else, but I just never learn. I passed out almost immediately. When I woke up I was strapped down to a hard metal surface in a dark moist room. Jezabel and the camera man are off to the side talking until they notice that I am awake. At first, I didn’t believe that Jezabel could do something like this, so I screamed for her to help me. She laughed at me, and that was when I seen her face just how twisted she really was. Her and the camera man completely mutilated my naked body, and she told me it was for taking her spot as captain. After a few hours of torture, she slit my throat, andt hey had sex on top of my lifeless body.

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Fuck Your Little Sluts To Death

This snuff sex call is going to go really well tonight. I have you by your god damned balls mother fucker and I will get my way without having to get my hands dirty. You see, I really do not like your slutty offspring, and babysitting for you when I was younger really turned me into a true hater of young ones. I became the sadistic that I am today thanks to those spoiled fucking hoes of yours. I want you to break their little vaginas open with your large fat cock and pound them to their death. While your dick is in that tight vagina and your plowing away at it I hand you a billy club and tell you to bludgeon her fucking head with that. I want to see blood, bone shards and brain matter all over the bed and I want you to fucking ejaculate as you take that blow.

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Snuff Sex Sacrifice

snuff sexSnuff sex was my sacrifice. I was imprisoned with a bunch of disobedient whores. Our jailer selected my name as the sacrifice. I was to die. I was to take all the pain, so my fellow jailbirds would not have too. I was not the one acting unruly. I fought and protested, but that only brought on more pain. My jailer caned my chest. Hard smacks across my tits prompted me to yelp and holler in pain. I pleaded more, but I only got more smacks harder in intensity than the ones before. I was crying, even screaming in pain. I tried to understand that what I was doing was a sacrifice, but I didn’t want to die. Not this why at least, but Master said a sacrifice must be made for the greater good. My death would not be in vain. I saw him throwing the noose over the tree. I started fearing I would be lynched or burned alive like slaves not long ago. My fellow prisoners watched in awe and fear as our jailer slipped the rope around my neck. I was on my tip toes, teetering to not fall off the small crate I was standing on. I peed myself in fear. This was it. This was how a worthless whore was going to die. It is how I died. He thanked me for my sacrifice as he kicked the crate out from under my feet. I felt the noose tighten around my neck as I was floundering in the air like a fish out of water. I struggled to breathe. I felt the light slowly go dark.  I made the ultimate sacrifice for my fellow prisoners. I could only hope that my death would not be in vain. I could only hope that my death would serve as a reminder that bad behavior has consequences.

Sex With Dead Bodies Is A Real Turn On

The best thing about having sex with dead bodies is how fucking stiff that fuckrod gets once rigor mortis sets in. It’s just so much hotter to have a cold dead fuck under me while my boyfriend fucks me from behind. We had the best fucking time killing the bastard though and being I had him all  turned on as I was riding that cock and he was really enjoying this sadistics cunt.. But I just get the most pleasure out of feeling their bodies go cold beneath me and the blood shed, damn that really gets me fucking hot. It’s just such a rush to be fucking some twat while his soul is leaving his useless body as he grows cold… and limp.. but fear not that cock will be good for the best fucking in a few hours. The best part though… as he gets a jolt from the slashing of his throat that fuckrod thrusted such a massive load inside my cunt. I really can’t help my love of killing and fucking the dead.

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Snuff and Castration Phone Sex Bitch

castration phone sexFor the love of Satan, I have no clue why guys call a castration phone sex specialist for GFE phone sex. Do I look like the kind of girl who enjoys sweet nothings and romance? Fuck no. I chop off balls and torture men, women and young ones. I guess I might be the kind of GFE Charles Manson or Ted Bundy would date, but I would probably kill them too. You know, I’d have trust issues. I did recently start seeing a guy. Don’t worry, I get girly over no one. Not even a sick pervert like me. I castrated this guy’s competition last year. It was a dirty castration too. I used a rusty jagged knife, and the bottom of a hot frying pan, so he would have a nasty reminder of what a fucktard he was. The guy I am seeing paid me last year to castrate this loser who was banging his wife. He was afraid she would get knocked up by him. We connected then. He hates little ones too. We had a chance meeting again. He is now divorced and has a taste for revenge and torture sex. His ex-wife has a baby sister he wanted to fuck up for being an annoying twat. He showed me her social media shit and we agreed she had to go. She was a bully and a cunt. Stupid too because she fell for a bullshit line about a modeling gig. She showed up, I drugged her, and I took her to my kill shack where Greg was waiting. When she woke up, she pitched a fit, but I put a ball gag in her mouth and told Greg to explore his torture fantasies. He stabbed her savagely for hours. Missing all the major arteries until the end. He wanted to string out the pain and the bloodbath as long as he could. Normally, I help kill, but this was his debut. I just watched and masturbated, so proud of my special friend. We fucked in her blood before disposing of the remains.

Welcome to Fall with Domination Phone Sex and Snuff

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is why men call me. They love ordering around a blonde, buxom bimbo like me. I like it too. Richard is an older man I met on the fetish circuit. He is a dominant man with a bevy of beautiful sex slaves. When we hooked up in person, I knew it was essentially an audition. He is looking to expand his posse. He is like the Hugh Hefner of submissive whores. Every season, he picks a new slave. I was auditioning to be his welcome to Fall whore. He is picky, however. His whores must be blonde, buxom and have no body hair. I keep my pussy shaved anyway, so I was ready to meet the infamous Richard. His slaves are well taken care of. If he selected me, I would be paid and receive health care. I wanted the gig, but he was more dominant than I expected. I felt like I was auditioning for a snuff porn. His nipple clamps were electric. It felt like my nipples were being tased. He put one on my clit too. His paddle to spank me had nails attached. If he spanked me hard, I would be in trouble. I tried not to complain or cry. I wanted to flunk the audition, but I feared that if I did, it might kill me. He made it clear that he could kill me anytime and bury me under some Fall leaves and I wouldn’t be found until Spring. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to play it straight by not crying or showing pain, but I lost it with the first whack to my ass. Like 50 nails tore my flesh. I could feel blood trickling down my ass. “You can show pain, Cassandra. I like it,” he said as he pulled out his cock. He whacked my tits too. I started crying and begging for mercy. He came on my tits and said I was hired as his Fall whore. He likes screamers. Fuck.  I should have tried to keep my mouth shut. I’m going to need that health insurance. Fuck Fall, I will be dead before its over.

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Autumn Air Brings Killer Phone Sex

Killer phone sexI step outside tonight and took a deep breath. I noted the slight chill in the air and looked over to the tree beside my apartment. I noticed a few leaves had already made their descent onto the ground. I felt a chill up my spine but a aching between my legs. Fall is arriving and I know exactly what that means. I’m not sure why but I notice during this time of the year men tend to be more animalistic and give into their really dark desires. I find more willing men to inflict those fantasies and craving onto me. I guess in a way it’s my favorite time of the year, in fact since I stepped outside I haven’t really been able to stop touching myself, thinking about all of the nasty things I got up to last year. Not to mention the really hot intense Killer phone sex that the Fall wind blows my way. I don’t think it’s a coincidence I do believe there is some dark power that drives men during this time of the year. So fight it, but other embrace it allowing their dark instincts to surface. I bet you are feeling them creeping up on you now, that’s why you are here. It’s ok don’t be ashamed to think about afflicting horrors onto me. I invite evil in, take me and do as you wish.  Even now I type up my invitation slowly as my free hand toys with my eager pussy, twisting and tugging just to feel a little pain. I need you to understand that I have always looked for those who appreciated my affection for the dark and my craving for death. This is the best time of the year for me to really connect with those like minded. I can’t wait to die by your hand soon.

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A Little Bitchcraft and Murder

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When I am having a bad day and just can’t get the anger to subside I have to work my bitchcraft and take it out on some dickhead or little brats, usually. But today it was a dumb cunt that crossed my path and i was going to be very slow and torturous with my craft. I decided to make nice and sweet to the whore I caught trying to fuck my man. I got flirty with her at the bar and lured her out back. I made out with her and slipped my razor sharp index nail into her wet snatch… what a dumb whore. I fucking finger fucked her into screaming spasms as I slit that slit up inside. Her vagina was getting the tuna tartare preparation. I wasn’t happy about just destroying her cunt like that and texted a friend inside the bar to come out back. I had him bang that cut up hole real good and send that cunt into shot as she bled out. “Fucking whore” I uttered as I slit her throat to ensure the job was done.