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Gothic Phone Sex : Dark Fetishes of Sadistic Phone Sex Needs

Having dark desires is a good reason for enjoying Gothic phone sex. As to the truth of my desires I enjoy being the sadistic phone sex Goddess. My darkest desires are making men squirm.Gothic Phone Sex

Despite all of this I am a fun loving and easy going girl. As a matter of fact my love is always dark and blood play will turn me on. For example cutting my lover while having some lustful sex magic truly turns me on.

In the event that you are unaware of what a Sadistic is or Snuff for that matter then I suggest you use your good friend google. As a dark Mistress my love of fantasy raping is real. In contrast demon sex is very exciting for me too.

In the final analysis of dark fetishes for sadistic and snuff roleplays, we can explore your dark mind. Some of you guys love to have an accomplice. It’s a fact that I will be that accomplice to assist in finding that fuck meat.

On the contrary my love of turning into the succubus to drain men of their seed is great. Would it not be wonderful to awaken to a sex demoness like me riding your cock?

Gothic phone sex with Morticia is more than fantasy, it’s ecstasy.

In every effect of fantasy, this is truly a wicked diversion to drive your cock to spurt. As a night prowling murderess, my needs are more than of the flesh. I will take your soul and feast on your life force. Succumb to your goddess that wants to cut your balls off and feed them to you.

So, in the meantime, allow me into your kinky world for a little darker delicious and murderous fun. It’s with the will of Satan and of myself that your soul will only be freed when you stroke the devils shaft.

Sadistic Phone Sex

Necrophilia Phone Sex Succubus Devil Fucking

Necrophilia phone sex is a truly evil and sadistic party. We will go out on our first date and I will plan the picnic under the full moon. It will be in the graveyard and a morgue close by.

I will intoxicate you with the blood of a virgin in the goblet of deep red wine. Sip it and kiss me. Let me bite your lip and draw blood. I will laugh and make sure you get good and messed up on masculine, blood and vino cocktail.

Pulling you after me I take your hand and run off into the forest of the cemetery. Hidden the large building with a Herse parked out front. It looks run down and out of service.

Pushing inside we find there three fresh corpses all naked and gray. The mommy and two daughters of a serial killers doing. Look at those two being kept so supple and sweet.

The devils flesh for you to violate. Tender young sweet bald cunts and assholes.

Intoxicated and driven by the drug of desire. You will lick and mount those young dead girls. Penetrate and ejaculate inside of them. Go on, now my serial killer boyfriend will not be the one targeted. It’s your DNA in them now we can continue the ritual.

Necrophilia Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex is My Kind of Date

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is something I am always in the mood to do. It does not take me much to want to cut a guy’s balls off. Sometimes, I even chop off his worthless cock too. Some guys know they have useless equipment and pay me to make them a Eunuch. I have more fun with the clueless guys like Larry. He is this little broke down dick guy I met on Tinder. The dating app has become my new hunting ground. I am usually only one swipe right away from a man with a big ego and a tiny dick. Those are the guys I plan to meet. Not to fuck though.  I will never fuck some tiny dick loser. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. And I mean bitch in the badass dominant woman way. I don’t need men. I don’t want most of them anyway. Unless a man has a 13-inch cock and a deviant mind, he is useless to me. Larry had a 3-inch scared turtle for a dick. Yet he was bragging on Tinder about satisfying women all over the world. Satisfying how? Maybe he was satisfying them with laughter.

When he arrived, I gave him a spiked beer. His beer gut told me he never passes up a brewsky, LOL. He was stumbling quickly after drinking that beer. I guided him to my bedroom. It was all ready for this loser. I had a tarp on my bed and all my knives and restraints ready. He stumbled right past it all and fell on the bed. He was pulling his shrimp dick out for me. He told me is cock was not sucking itself. I barely waited after that comment. I took a knife and chopped his loser dick off. It flew off his body, hitting my wall with a thud. He screamed in pain. I picked up his cock and shoved it in his mouth. I said, “that dicks is not going to suck itself.” He looked at me in horror as he realized he was sucking his own cock.  I cauterized the wound and sent him on his way. It was just torture sex. I could have whacked his balls off too, but I wanted him to look down and know he is only half a man. He will not be on Tinder anymore, LOL. Loser.

Teen Gets Sliced, Stabbed and Fucked By Home Invader

Home invasion phone sexYou break into my apartment and sneak off to my room to find me. You see that I am laying in bed, sleeping peacefully. You, however, don’t want peace. You want to make a nasty, bloody scene. At this point, you climb on top of me, slide my panties down, and jam your cock in my pussy. I wake up from my sleep and scream when I see you. I try to fight you off, but you continue to hold me down. Tears are running down my face as I beg for you to let me go. Are you done having your fun, yet? Of course not! But, you are going to let me go. You pull out your butcher knife and stab and slice to your cock’s content. The blood gushes from my organs as you mutilate my body. I die with my pussy bleeding and raw from the hard fucking that you gave me, as well as the bloody mess that was left with the rest of my body.

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Taboo phone sex

Do you ever get the urge to use a girl like me? The kind of girl that got everything she ever wanted from Daddy and Mommy. Ever since I got into taboo phone sex thru a  friend who was really into nuts, that’s all I can think of when I want to get in the mood. It’s so good to be able to not be in control or get my way. I think the fact that I am so submissive it works out.   Its true I only want to be tied up, abused, and tortured until I plead for mercy. The one thing that I want is a master that can prove to me that I am a subby slut. He wants me to get on my knees and beg you to make me your property.

Domination Phone Sex with a Size Queen Switch Means CBT for You

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is fun for me. I am not talking about where you dominate me either. I love to be in the driver seat when it comes to small dicks. I am a sexy switch and a size queen. When men try to fuck me with a package smaller than the dick on a Ken doll, well, I must put a stop to that shit. Terry came into the strip club and tried to fuck me for $50.  He thought his broke ass could get a woman as hot as me for $50. I told him this was not Walmart. Then he tried to take it. He thought his rape phone sex fantasies would be welcomed with $50 and a small dick. The man was delusional. I do not waste my energy on anything that small and broke. I had him kicked out of the club. Security was happy to do it too. The loser was not taking no for an answer. He followed me home. He was lurking somewhere in the shadows. I caught his tail and decided I would let him think he could force his way into my home. Once inside, he learned all about cock and ball torture. I zapped him in the balls with my taser I keep in my purse. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud that made my floor shake. I laughed at the loser while he pissed on my rug. I was really angry now, because that rug really tied the room together. I kicked him when he was down. I had on leather boots with a spiked heel. He still had his pissy pants on, but I cut him out of his jeans, and pulled out his pinky dick. I trampled his balls and kicked him in the groin until his cries sounded like a teen girl’s cries. He will be pissing blood for days. I busted a nut. I left his small pecker mutilated. I told him to be lucky I did not give him a castration phone sex call. No guy with no money and no dick gets to fuck me. $50 and two inches? I am still laughing.

Ass Rape Porn Star Streams Live Her Anal Prolapse

ass rape pornI don’t always love being my son’s streaming ass rape porn star, but I love him. Plus, he has the best coke. He has been taking care of me for years. Sure, I must endure some abuse, but he always makes sure that I am high enough to not feel the pain until the next day. I love my boy. He had some primo coke last night and he wanted to share it with his favorite mommy whore. I did a few lines quickly to get my body in the right condition for his live stream. He had over 800 individual men watching and tipping for the show. I stood in front of the camera without a care in the world because I was high. High enough for the anal torture sex to begin. I shit out my asshole for him. I squat and grunt like I am taking a dump, and because my asshole has been used so much when I do that it pops out. I could hear the dings of payments as men watched my asshole prolapse. My son put a zip tie on it so I could not suck it back in. When he started fucking my prolapsed hole, the chimes were dinging nonstop with tips. But anal torture was not all that was happening to me. Things got physical. Very physical. My son loves the colors purple and blue, so he punched me a few dozen times. Nothing hard enough to break my sniffer or ribs, just hard enough to plump up my lips and turn me pretty colors. I felt nothing. I was high as a kite and enjoying the attention and quality mother son time. According to my son, I am 4-hole wonder. He wanted to fuck my pee hole, so he did. It is the tightest hole I have. Can you believe that? Sounding devices, fingers and eventually his cock went into my tiniest hole. Today, I can hardly move, and I cannot pee without crying, but I have enough coke to dull all the pain. My boy always gives me a brutal, but hot taboo phone sex call.

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Castration Phone Sex Binges Makes a Sick Bitch Feel Great

castration phone sexCastration phone sex was on my mind heavily recently. Even a sick loner bitch can have bad days. Whereas some women might binge eat or indulge in some retail therapy when their life derails, I castrate losers. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel great, honestly. So, over the weekend, I went on a castration binge. I got on Tinder and swiped right on the first tiny dicked loser I saw. The lucky winner of a free castration was Kenny. His profile alone would make most women cringe. He was standing naked with a frightened turtle between his legs bragging about how good his big penis could make a woman feel. Even if he was a grower and not a shower, he was not growing another 6-inches to make that statement true. I cat fished him with fake pictures. He was so horny that he did not care when I greeted him at the door. He was a schmuck. He was a blowhard. He was about to be a ballless wonder with some genital torture sex too. Foreplay for me.  I gave him a drink. It was spiked with a bunch of Xanax. He was a big dude with a pin dick. While he thought I was giving him head, I put a castration band on him. The drugs, I knew, would not take long to kick in. He fell like a brick wall. My floor reverberated when he landed. I am tiny, but mighty. I dragged his body to the castration chair, separated the meat from the potatoes. His problem was he was all potatoes. I removed his balls with one swipe of my knife. I used a hot frying pan to seal the wound. I carved up his cock. I did not cut it off. I should have, but I wanted this loser to have a constant reminder that he lacks the equipment to satisfy any woman. This taboo phone sex bitch carved, “Tiny dick loser” into the flesh on his tiny dick. I dumped him in a park and went on to castrate loser number two. It was a busy weekend for me. So many losers in the world, and not enough time in the day.

 

torture phone sex for the drill team

Torture phone sex

Torture phone sex at the drill team’s pool party was all my idea.  I had tried out for the drill team and all I got in return was whores making  fun of me for my bean pool frame and not-so-great dance moves. The popular blonde pictures of the big tits harass me about still having a flat chest in high school. When I tell you the amount of rage that built up in my 90 lb body… 

I hated high school and all I wanted to do was drop out but there were so many sexy teachers and coaches that loved my baby girl pussy. I basically only went to high school for sex. But I soon found out that torture was going to be my career. The captain of the drill team Was putting her makeup on and in the bathroom when I walked in one day. I remember walking over smashing her face into the mirror and laughing the whole time. I got my cunt off for weeks in my torture sex fantasies.

Her poor face was so cut up but after I hit her head on the wall, that concussion made it so she didn’t even know what had happened. It’s a delight for me to be able to smash and pass a teen girl’s face. I only regret that she doesn’t remember it was me. The next little bitch found herself trapped in the bleachers as they closed during a prep rally. She won’t walk again! So that summer I threw a wonderful pool party among the rumors that someone was stalking the popular girls. 

Torture phone sex for the drill team

When I get tired of whores making fun of me Mutilation phone sex happens. And I waited until everyone has a few fizzy drinks tainted with roofies before I filled the pool with cow’s blood. Among the screams And everyone trying to get out of the pool a couple of big tall accomplices with big dicks surrounded us. And you know and all girls pool party and they were tipsy and scared out of their minds They were easy prey. Easy prey that I loved carving satanic symbols all over their perfect perky young chest. Easy pray to have a big daddy fucked them so hard that blood was on their cocks. I spent the night carving faces and bodies and ravaging pussies and ass. It was the best revenge ever.

Fuck my pussy, Killer phone sex desires end in a mess

Killer phone sexHe was ready for killer phone sex with the knife at my throat, pumping into my folds hard with his thick cock. He was having fun, while I was scared – and also having lots of fun – for the end. He’d made it clear, when he cums he’s going to slash my throat, that way he’s cumming into a dying woman. One would think I’d be fighting back, throwing my fists or begging for help. Instead my hips were moving on their own, grinding up and down his thick cock and desiring all the cum I could possibly get. I needed it, I wanted it, I was hoping he’d slit my throat at any given moment so I could feel him shooting deep inside of me while my life left my body. I knew I’d spray bloody glory all over him, I was ready to take that image in with my final breath – or what would be an attempted final breath – and I wasn’t sure if I was more eager to die in a messy way, or feel his hot load enter my cunt ready and denied anything to fertilize. I’d accept my final demise with a horrific moment of cum drenched folds and an aching body. All the pains would flow away, just like his desires would flow into me.