I was born for knife play phone sex. I have had a passion for knives since I was a young girl. My great grandpa taught me how to hunt when I was still a schoolgirl. He would tell me about different serial killers and teach me how to use a knife for a fair fight. I remember he told me anyone can win a gun fight but to win with a knife means you have skill not luck. Great grandpa had dark desires. He took me on a hunting trip with some of his cronies when I was a young schoolgirl. Girls my age were still playing with Barbies. I soon discovered we were not hunting animals, well at least not the 4-legged kind. Great granddad and his friends hunted criminals who got away with their crimes. The dregs of society, usually who could get away with murder because of their money. On this trip they were hunting a man who had murdered his wife and two young daughters, so he could marry his new young girlfriend. He was a wealthy white man who got off because he could afford the best legal team. When great grandad told me about this rich fuck, I wanted to kill him myself. I did too. It was my first kill. One of my great granddad’s group members tricked him into hiding out in the mountains to avoid the media sensation. The men in the group told me I could kill him though. It was my initiation into this vigilante snuff porn group. I used my knife. I was not nervous or scared. I just lacked the precision and skill I now possess. I stabbed him violently in the chest until he was choking on his own blood. It was messy and quick. But, a girl never forgets her first kill. I have that knife in a glass box, along with a vile of my victim’s blood like Dexter. I don’t kill with such lofty purpose as my great grandpa did, but I did inherit his love for murder.
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Raised for Knife Play Phone Sex and Murder
Violent Phone Sex
Ever since I was a little girl, my little pussy would tingle with excitement whenever I witnessed anything violent. I really didn’t understand it either, but it turned me on to an uncontrollable degree and once I discovered masturbation, then it was game on. If I’d see a hardcore rape fantasy scene in a movie, I’d have to find a way to get myself off otherwise I wouldn’t be able to focus on the rest of the movie, or anything else for that matter. As I grew a little older, I began embracing this side of myself and realized it’s just a natural human response. So that’s when I discovered snuff fantasies and all the fun there is to be had with them! Finding the right kind of caller really makes my day. I love it when we can explore all of the violent fantasies imaginable. I love the idea of being choked out while you’re shoving your insatiable hard on deep inside my tight little cunt. Pinning me down and violently telling me to ‘shut the fuck up’. That’s just the beginning of my wild fantasies, too. There is no line for me. The more demented you are, the more alive my body feels. You be the predator and I’ll be the prey.
Innocence Drowning In Blood
Hi, I’m the type of woman that you need when you need it hardcore and erotic. Some women will tell you that they’re open minded and good with any fantasy, but it’s not always true. How disappointing is that? When you have a hot woman picked out and she flakes on your naughty role play. You can just hang with me, I haven’t the first limit when it comes to sexual encoutners and taboo phone fucking. In fact I’m probably into some shit that you’ve never even considered doing before. How about some bloody phone sex though? I’m your innocent and unassuming victim.
When you need to get out your pent up urges I hope that you’ll think about me. My hot voice will coax you through the most disturbing of phone fucks and you won’t believe what a hot taboo fuck I am for you. You might snuff me out but you’ll never forget me. Then when the mood strikes again, you can call me and slice into me all over again. Stab me, shoot me, bludgeon me, do whatever makes your cock rock fucking hard. I promise you that you will not be disappointed with having me as your snuff victim.
Layla’s Kidnapping Phone Sex
Have a fetish with kidnapping or holding someone against their will? I’m fascinated by it. My fetish is to be abducted and tied up with my mouth taped shut. I struggle and kick trying to break free but you push me into the back seat of a car and drive somewhere far and secluded in the night. We arrive at an old abandoned building and you grab me roughly and push me into the entrance. I’m lying helpless on the floor while you start to prepare the torture chamber.You strip me down naked and handcuff both of my arms to the bed. My mouth is still taped shut so I can hardly make any screams, only muffled noises. You get out a whip and start lashing me violently across my back, my body starts shaking in extreme pain. I am completely helpless with no way to defend myself. Then you reach for a knife and start sharpening the blade. My eyes grow wide as I realize I’m going to be stabbed while I’m tied down to the bed. Yes, it’s turning me on thinking about the violent things my kidnapper will do to me!
I Get Wet For death
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.
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.