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Murder phone sex Fantasies

You have Murder phone sex Fantasies and it’s Ok! I am here to assist you in making those realizations more intense to orgasm with. My filthy twisted mind is very dark. I have my own extremely sadistic needs and experience rage kicks that get e off when I fulfill them. I like to destroy living things and make them dead things.

I destroyed the own little demon that was inside me and it was exciting and fun for me. I have once even made a murder fantasy not so fantasy. It was a guy. He was in such a wrong place and the way he hit on me was making e vomit. I couldn’t deal anymore. Fucking pink polo shirt and khakis with white trek shoes. Gag! Barf omg get the eyesore away from my view! Fucker is hitting on me. So, withholding every bit of nausea I bit at the moment.

I lured him out back and promised to make out with him if he gave me some of his blow. I was unable to help myself when I noticed he had a big dick. I ripped his ugly assed shit off of him and crawled on and rode that dick to my pleasure. The biggest pleasure was stabbing the fuck. I stabbed at him as I climaxed then left him for the alley strays to pick away at him.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

 She better not die on me now!

Of course, I like to put on a show and have a live audience to my depravity, so it should be no surprise that my slaves watch as I destroy this little slut. She is a dumb bitch who isn’t even good at being tortured, let alone fucked and stuffed, so she is no good to me! I guess the only thing that she is good for now is to entertain me this one last time! I could use a good squirt; it’s been a few days since I last hunted. I have to send a message, so tonight is going to be fun! The metallic smell of her blood fills the room, and my pussy is dripping wet! Knife play phone sexI don’t know the last time I got so excited about a kill, but boy am I is my cunt throbbing. I grab my hunting knife, and slice her left tit clean off with one quick motion. The sound of the knife slicing through her flesh is almost enough to take me over the edge, but the scream she let out did the trick! I love to hear them scream and beg for mercy, as if that will stop the reign of torture that I am going to deliver to her on a sliver plater! oh wait no that her mutilated and decapitated body parts! I take the bloody knife and lick her blood off the taste of her life force and the rush of it was too much and I collapse in a puddle of my own squirt! God damn this is so good! No one can tell me that snuff is not the only form of sexual pleasure needed. I think as I hear her blood dipping to the cement below.  She better not die on me now! I’m just getting started!

His secret fantasy

necrophilia phone sex

I have had an ongoing relationship with a guy. When we first met, I wasn’t completely attracted to him. I thought he was sort of odd.

Either way, he had a way with words, and sure enough, he had me under his spell before I could even realize it.

I was smitten around him and thought his personality was still different, but he had a certain charm that radiated. Who knew it had patterns of psycho. One day I was sleeping and noticed him taking pictures of me while I napped. It woke me up. He looked quite startled when I awoke. He could see I was weirded out, and he tried to play it out as he couldn’t help himself. I looked so cute when I slept.

After that, I didn’t think much of it. I went through his phone one day and could see he had a lust for necrophilia phone sex.

I had opened a can of worms and finally found a section where he confessed he loved to take pictures of me asleep and loved to imagine me dead and how his cock would feel inside me. After that, I cleared any signs of me going through his phone and tried to head out as fast as I could, but he was in front of the front door.

I guess the indoor cameras should have been a dead giveaway.

Castration Phone Sex is Charity Sometimes

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty. Most of my calls are spent making tiny dick losers eunuchs. I do a lot of accomplice work too. Not that I do not love killing little bitches with you because I do. I hate brats and think the world needs less of them. But my passion is making this world a safer place for women like me. Men think with their dicks no matter how big or how small those dicks are. Men are impulsive. Most do not like to hear no. I recently started a side gig. In this #MeToo world many women are still not getting justice. Their attackers get off or are never brought to trial because in a he said she said world, the man usually wins. That’s not justice for women. Men who try to drug me or do not take no for an answer get one free junk removal. I have a castration and a medical fetish phone sex badge of honor, LOL. Why not do this for other women.

medical fetish phoen sex My fees are very reasonable. I will castrate a man on the word of another chick for $300-$500 no questions asked. I charge loser men $1500-$2000 for junk removal. This side gig is a passion project designed to get rid of men with inadequate equipment who do not know how to use it properly. I am being honest. The world is a better place without toxic masculinity. I did a job for free last night because a bunch of coeds sought me out for a frat boy who thinks his 4-inch nub is God’s gift to women. He likes to get coeds drunk and explore his rape phone sex fantasies. Not anymore. Used one of his victims as bait, and then I put him in my castration chair. They were all there with me holding knives to his junk when he woke up. He was strapped down and unable to fight. He was a big boy with a little dick. My first group castration project but it was therapeutic for those girls and wicked fun for me. This rich boy was never going to pay for his crimes, and he was going to just keep on shoplifting the pooty. No more. We took his balls as a collective. I know I am a cold-hearted bitch, but I have a charitable side. I may even take your junk for free too.

Mutilation phone sex slut doll

Men need a slut doll like me to take out those mutilation phone sex fantasies on. This is just the thing that daddy prepared me for. The way he fucked me with no restraint and tortured me to the point of hospitalization was his way of showing his love and priming me. This is my existence. I am here to be used abused and fucked into in the oblivion of your darkest fantasies. I just can’t grasp any other form of pleasure. The rape fantasies you bring me also bring on my best fucking orgasms. You see it’s just the way I’ve been raised . As a fuck doll for the pleasure of men and sometimes even some really vicious women. We have some vicious mean fucking cunts on the site. I would be so fucking honored to have you and one of our sadistic’ cunts ruin me for your pleasure.
Mutilation phone sex

 

Bondage Phone Sex, Snuff and Dismemberment

bondage phone sexI enjoy bondage phone sex. Sometimes, however, it gets too extreme for me. I have made a living off my body one way or another. I hooked on the streets for years until I was old enough to become a nude fetish model. I have always been tall. I was not always buxom, however. About 15 years ago, a fetish photographer took me under his wing. He bought me boobs. I worked them off doing shoots for him. He is retired now, but he still sends business my way. He knows a girl like me can always use money. This lead he had was for a legitimate porn studio. They needed a model with experience for a snuff porn shoot. This would be rough simulated sex and extreme bondage. The pay was too good to make me pause and really think about the legitimacy of it all. I showed up at the studio, but no one was there. I heard some sounds, so I went exploring. Bad idea. I happened upon a woman being eviscerated. No way this was staged. Not with those screams. I started to run but tripped and fell. A guy grabbed me and pulled me into the area where they were dissecting this woman like a lab frog. I was at the wrong fucking address. Flipping some numbers was about to lead to my demise. There was no saving this woman. Her entrails were on the floor, and I was slipping in her warm guts. I thought I was a dead woman, until one of the killers recognized me. He knew me from a fetish shoot. I tried to tell him I was no saint. I name dropped who I use to work for and then said I was now a very skilled accomplice phone sex partner. I told him I could do clean up or bring him more girls to mutilate and snuff. We made a deal. My life for my silence and my assistance. Just when I thought I was free, I fucking flipped some numbers and walked right into a real snuff flick.

God Likes It, How About You?

Blasphemy phone sex

 

I hope you know that blasphemy phone sex is much more than just taking the lord’s name in vain or slapping around a nasty tempered nun.  At least, it is with me.  When you have a dark beast inside you driving your every desire, sacreligious sex becomes something evil and twisted.  Even the most fucked up and foul bible bashing pussy pounders tend to tap out of our cum drenched Christ crushing conversations earlier than they had expected.

Maybe the thought of me sitting on a group of debilitated nun faces and grinding my brown-pink asshole into their mouths while I mutilate their titties with a sharpened rosary gets guys off early, but the fear in their voice tells me that they’re too scared to finish.  Of me, of God or whatever.  Something about jamming a holy chalice rim first into a tight assed Reverend Mother’s hairy yet unsullied shit hole until she cums so hard that she gushes pussy juice and blood filled ass slime makes some wannabe butt abusing blasphemers hang up before I’m even close to being done with my sordid story.  Look, they paid the toll and knew what they were getting into.  It’s not my fault they’re a bunch of Nancies.

Some guys think that they can handle the thought of me ordering a dirty P loving priest to defile and abuse his innocent little altar attendants in every way imaginable while I please my pussy with an extra large crucifix until it’s a mangled bloody pulp, but when I get to bellowing out my favorite movie quote of all time, all I hear is a click and silence on the other end.  “Let Jesus fuck you!  Let Jesus fuck you!” is a phrase that’s turned me on since I was a little girl.  I guess they don’t like “The Exorcist” as much as I do.  Fucking faggots.

I hope you know what you’re asking for when you tell me you want to have some blasphemy phone sex.  Judging from my prior unholy fuck call experience, you’ll probably bail out before your time is up.  I don’t care if you cum or not, you already gave me your money.  If you don’t like it, toughen up and call me back.  Know what you’re asking for before you open your fat mouth.  And just remember, God is always watching and I guarantee you he likes to jerk his life giving cock to all of the pain and suffering he’s created.  I’m here to help him get off.  How about you?

 

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

medical fetish phone sexI like medical fetish phone sex because I dissect cocks and balls like frogs from my high school biology days. I enjoy cock and ball torture. I am of the philosophy that if you abuse it, you lose it. I am not talking about beating your meat too much. Hell, I am not even talking about force fucking little whores. You try to make me your bitch, you lose your junk. But not quickly. Hell, no. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel the pain. I had another dick wad try to force himself on me. I guess guys like a challenge, or they are just that clueless. When I go to a bar, I am not sending the buy me a drink and take me home and fuck me vibes. I will never send those vibes to any guy. I never get drunk. I am never out of control. I do not need sex like most woman. I am built much differently than the typical chick. So, when some loser comes on to me with some unoriginal line when I am trying to enjoy my bourbon at the bar, he is rarely seen again. Chip is no more. I brought him home, but only to mutilate his junk with some castration phone sex. I tied him to my bed. I peeled the foreskin of his dick with a razor blade. It was torturous for him, but pure joy for me. Of course, I put a sounding device down his urethra too. I am into torture and pain. I bet you could tell that. I took the skin off his dick and balls before I removed the balls and shoved them in his mouth. It was a memorable night full of torture for me. I do not think I could have asked for a better date night. Now, Chip, if he were still alive might not agree, but his opinion never mattered. Just like yours never will either.

Castration Phone Sex is Always Fun for Me

castration phone sexI am known for castration phone sex. I have never shied away from whacking off a pair of nuts. Sometimes, a guy pisses me off so much, I just take the entire kit and caboodle. Joshua is a P man. You might be too. Nothing wrong with it. I do not judge. I hate brats so it is no skin off my nose if you want to kill a little whore or explore your rape fantasies with one. I will never be a mother. I would end up like a guinea pig, eating her own at the first sign of weakness. Joshua is a weak man. He has been arrested a few times for being in possession of brat porn. He got caught once showing his little weenie to schoolgirls. Now, he is on the registry. He is labeled a P offender for life. He cannot control his urges. With his tiny shrimp dick, I doubt even the youngest of girls would feel his pathetic nub. Hell, he is so small, I questioned if he could even pop a cherry. He did not deserve to have a willy. No grown ass woman would want him, and I doubt any underdeveloped Lolita would either. He hired me for junk removal. He had the money to pay my fee. I strapped him into my castration chair, but he was too small for me to separate his cock from his balls like normal. I used torture sex to remove his junk. I know, it sounds painful. It is painful. I strapped his worthless dick and nuggets to a board, and I trampled his junk in high heels. I borrowed a page from a CBT book. I crushed his walnut sized balls and severed his pathetic penis with my high heel. Hearing him scream in pain made my pussy drip. I love to torture a loser. It did not take me long to dance a little jig on his junk and turn him into a eunuch. I butchered his cock and balls with body weight and high heels. It did not look pretty, but neither did his junk when it was intact. He got more than he bargained for with this taboo phone sex bitch.

Torture Sex Soul Eater Morticia

Torture sex Soul Eater is what I am. You will surrender to me. My very desire is for destroying young little cunts, pervert penises and filthy whores. I am a succubus that feeds off of the things that society shames and the things that people cherish. Young girls are filthy sluts for pervert prey just like the worthless sick fuck Scarlett. A worthless tranny that jerks her cock off to little girls. She makes them watch her. I want to make her fuck that young hole open with the brats mother forced to watch. I will then castrate the fuck. My friends and I will surround this filth pig and abduct her. cuff the whore shemale p-daddy and drag her off to the dessert.

A furry friend of mine, a bitch in heat wearing panties will piss in them. I will shove those bitch hormone rich soaked panties and shove them in the pervert p-whore’s mouth. She will be tied to a metal bench and the spreader bar between her legs. Her cock will be covered in innocence blood from violation and ripping of the young virgin cunt. She will be left for the Wolves to feast upon and the vermin to as well. This whore will left in the desert sun and scorched for days.