Do you fantasize about putting your hands around my throat and squeezing until there is no life left in me? It sounds like you would be the perfect person to call me for killer phone sex. Just close your eyes and imagine how good it would feel to slide your rock hard cock inside me while your hands are around my neck. Does my pussy feel even more tight? Do you want me to struggle and try to get away from you? If it excites you, you know I will do it.
But honestly, if you want to know what turns me on the most, I don’t really want to struggle. I just know I would love the feeling of the life being drained from me. The thought of it just gets me so wet. I’ve had to stop to touch my pussy twice already and I haven’t even been typing for very long. I know you’ll fuck me so good and you’ll give me a mind blowing orgasm. I mean, what a way to go out! I can’t think of anything I’d love more than to be strangled by you while I cum all over your throbbing hard cock.
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I Get Wet For death
Collecting Daddy’s Money concluded
I know Daddy said to bring back the money or his cock but surely, he wouldn’t mind if I had a little fun with it first. And maybe, with a little Sierra loving he would be persuaded to cough up the dough. Regardless, I couldn’t let that massive hard cock go to waste. My pussy was already dripping as such evilness always makes me hot. He was handcuffed to the chair and totally defenseless, making it even hotter. I climbed right on top of him and slid my nice, wet, juicy, bald pussy on top of that massive snake between his legs. I moaned loudly as I took it all in my sweet hole. He still had that ball gag in so his moans were muffled but still clearly audible. I rode that big, throbbing cock up and down, slow and then fast. Bringing him to the edge every time, just to stop completely and tease him. I could see his hands clinch and his body stiffen in anticipation of my next movement. I could see his eyes roll back as my pussy grabbed that hot cock and fucked it hard. Finally, when I could take no more, I rode him nice and hard and fast, feeling his cock grow and my pussy tense before we climaxed together and he left his load deep inside me. I hopped off and cleaned up my sweet twat before turning my attention back to him. I licked his dick clean which caused him to become hard again. Once more I asked for the money. Although he had relaxed since releasing his load, he made not a move. I told him it would be a waste to lose such a fine fucking organ, but still nothing. Growing impatient with his shit, I put the knife to his face once more and said “last chance”. Still nothing. So, I took that big, thick cock right in my hand and cut that thing off. Even with the ball gag I could hear his screams. I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and thanked him for such a great fuck, tossed the dick in a bag and left. Daddy won’t have his money but he will have this marvelous dick.
Murder phone sex fantasies
I get so many wild and naughty calls that make my pussy soaked. My favorite are always the murder phone sex fantasies. Nothing turns me on more or gets me more wet than listening as you tell me all of the dark and twisted things you want to do to me. I can’t help but play with my whore holes as I listen to the plans to drag me into a dark alley by my hair and beat the shit out of me. I love every dark detail of how you want to stick your big sharp knife right into my stomach and slice me right open. Use my blood as lube for your massive hard cock to fuck me right in my tight slutty asshole as you reach around and pull my guts out of my gaping stomach gash. Force me on my knees and make me suck your cock clean before I bleed out into the pile of whore trash that I am. Leave me there to die as you go on to find and fuck your next victim.
Watching Snuff Porn
He made me watch snuff porn all night long. Violent, graphic mutilations of women turn him on. It only scares me to death because I know he wants to do bad things to me. Snuff flicks fuel his sadistic desires. He gets off on my fear. We were watching a woman get cut with a knife. He tied me up just like the victim in the movie. He started to mirror what was happening to her to me. His hands went around my throat and choked me. He started to cut my throat, just not as deadly as the girl in the porn we were watching. I could feel blood trickling down from my neck. I could taste my blood too. I was afraid he would just kill me. We have played snuff sex games before, but this was as real as it has ever felt before. I was scared and I was bleeding. I begged for mercy, but he just kept cutting me. He sliced his initials in my boobs. He kept cutting me as he fucked my ass. He said all I was good for was fucking and hurting. After a while, I started to believe him.
Collecting Daddy’s Money
Daddy doesn’t like it when people are slow to pay him for his services. So, he will often give them a few warnings before resorting to strong arming them. They are expecting this and try their best to avoid him, so he sends me in as a type of distraction. He had learned that the club was having a patching party and needed some girls for entertainment. He volunteered me and sent me in with clear instructions to make sure I came back with the money or the guys dick. He didn’t care which one. I love motorcycle men. They are hot and so so bad. I packed my bag and off I went. I put on some fishnets, vinyl, chains and lots and lots of jewelry. And of course, I had already had a body wax, so my pussy and tight little shit hole were nice and smooth. I joined the other girls, dancing around on the bikes, poles and giving lap dances. I then saw their president and danced my way over to him, convincing him to take it to a private room. He was enamored and caught off guard but quickly agreed. I closed and locked the door behind us, sat him in a chair and gave him a lap dance. I bent down to give him a look at my sweet holes and grabbed the handcuffs that I had previously put under the chair. I slapped them on his arms and attached them to the chair. I then swiftly attached a ball gag to his mouth and got down to business. I let him know that I had come to collect what was owed to daddy and I would either leave with the money or his body parts. He squirmed trying to get out but once I pulled out the knife from under the chair he calmed. I asked if he had the money and he stared at me, no response. So, I took the knife and put it against his cheek, slightly going into the skin causing blood to trickle down. He winced but still stared blankly. I removed his vest and started to unbuckle his pants. And can you believe it the fuckers dick was rock hard. I took my knife and ripped apart his boxers and there was the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Hmmmm I think cutting it off can wait. I am going to have a little fun with it first………………. to be continued
Bloody Phone Sex Fun
Sunday was bloody phone sex Sunday! I am a sick bitch. I like the sight of blood. A lot of blood often means a lot of pain. For you, not me. My knives are my best friend. I have over 1,000 in my collection. I have vintage knives too. My grandfather ran a private prison. It was eventually shut down by the feds because of his cruel and unusual punishment techniques. I take after him. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. The difference between us is that I am not torturing incarcerated criminals. I like to make women, men and brats alike bleed. Not just the bad ones either. Granddad only tortured inmates. When his prison was shut down, I inherited everything the feds didn’t take. I have some knives and torture devices from the 40s and 50s and even earlier because he was a collector too. Grandpa had and old cabin in the woods complete with a torture chamber in the basement. I inherited that too. It is three counties away, a 2-hour drive. I make that drive weekly because it is my kill shack. I was there last night because I performed a ritualistic kill in honor of my granddad’s birthday. He would have been 90 yesterday. I picked up this female grifter. I had seen her in action, and she thought she could con me, but the joke was one her. I knew what she was before she spoke. Grandpa liked to make his torture fit the crime, so I tied her up and chopped off her fingers first. I took each finger with a different knife. She likes to pick pockets and boost gift cards, so I took her fingers and her hands slowly and meticulously. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming and crying too. Grandpa would have been proud because I tortured her for hours before I turned her into a snuff victim. She would have been caught eventually and put in prison. I saved the taxpayers money and had some fun. It was Sunday Funday after all.
Danse Macabre
You said that you’d never be happy until you had taken everything from me. I didn’t really believe you though. As I lie on the bed gurgling up red spray onto my sweaty skin I can see it in your eyes that you meant every macabre word. I suppose that you hadn’t planned to become the kind of man that would cross such a line, did you? Now looking down at me knowing that you’ll have me entirely anyway that you want you’re prepared to have sex with dead bodies. You’re alright with one dead body being fucked by you anyway, right?
You smirk while the knowledge of your plan spreads through my mind like a virus. You plan to take me apart and defile me once I’m gone, don’t you? I know that you like control, I just didn’t realize how far it spread. I won’t feel the pain you intend to inflict. I won’t feel your vile sexual wrath being unleashed on me. I’ll watch you with dead motionless approving eyes. I’ll die knowing that this might not be the only time that you make use of my lifeless corpse for your ultimate and final domination over me.
Blasphemy phone sex WIth The Angel Of Death Jezabel
Your hot sweet young daughter is the source of my blasphemy phone sex Chronicles. That devoted little Catholic girl who wears her rosery and is sprouting up into a nice fine young specimen. What I wouldn’t do to have her gangbanged by huge cock hanging mother fucking evil Men. No less than 25 men force fucking her under the cross with Jesus bearing down on her mutilated holes. For he has risen again! His cock has risen! She would trust me as I led her into the sanctuary and have her go in the confessional and tell the priest that she secretly touches herself. And then pull her out and film the best gangbang rape porn ever. Get her addicted to cock and cocaine at the same time. Maybe even string her neck up by her rosery and cut her into a million pieces after she has been used like the whore, we will make her! A couple of years of her prostituting her fine young body and more accomplice porn training for her before I snuff her and her friends out!
Till Death Do Us Part
I had the nastiest dream the other night that would make for a wonderful necrophilia phone sex roleplay. I’m blushing now as I think about it, but I’m also feeling the urges bubble back up. I dreamt that I was alone overnight in a funeral home and that I was so turned on by the thought of necrophilia that I indulged the fantasy. In my dream I walked into the funeral parlor and there was a beautiful man lying in a mahogany casket. He was dressed in a suit jacket and it made me wonder what he was wearing below the waist. That part was hidden in the bottom half of the casket.
I opened it and he had the matching pants with the suit, but his cock was still hard. I looked around to make sure that I was alone as I yanked up my skirt and removed my panties. His pants were off in seconds and I was on him. My wet slit was taking his cold hard cock. I couldn’t believe that I was riding him. I looked out at the empty seats in the parlor and imagined being watched. It sent a shiver through me and pushed me to my orgasm. I need to roleplay it soon.
Blood And Guts Knife Play Phone Sex Slut
I took the job as a babysitter to satisfy my needs for young pussy and cock. And to please the Angel of Death that resides in me. What I wasn’t expecting was the mother to be 8 months pregnant and just having me over to watch the brats while she took a nap and then went shopping. My face was intent on watching that womb bounce with forceful kicks from her bun in the oven. I hadn’t had a fresh one like that in some time. My hand started to twitch and the hunting knife in my boot seemed to heat up on my leg. Visions of me slicing her open like a melon and getting my fresh prey out had me wetting my panties. Then her teenage son came down the stairs in his motorcycle jacket and kissed his mom goodbye as his hands lovingly caressed her stomach. One look into his eyes and I knew he was like me. It was him I had spoken too on the internet and texted. U thought it was the husband, but no I would be murdering them all slowly and now a pregnant whore to force the birth and kill as well. A whisper to my ear said he would be back in two hours and to leave his mother for both of us. I would have her tied up and in shock from watching her little ones be killed and molested in her eyes. This was going to be a good, good night!