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Murder phone sex Fantasies

When I have Murder phone sex Fantasies I love attaching my noose while I listen in.  Knowing your getting your thrills from putting me in my place. Filthy covered cum holes like myself barely deserve to live. Our only purpose is for entertainment. If I happen to be a little quiet it’s because my life is skirting the edge of existence. Since realizing my place as a crusty cum dump it’s hard for me to want to stay here if I am not getting cocks to cum. Or allowing my life to be pushed around by the desires of masculine forces.

I love to be a punching bag

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I want the pain I crave it so much. Ever since my ex-boyfriend got me into snuff movies that is all I can think about is being used. When he beat me to a bloody pulp he had the nerve to pimp me out that night. Semen was dripping all over and so was my blood. It got him so horny to see me in such distress. My nose is permanently crooked from that night. Every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of all the stuff I endured. Any other normal person would feel rage and need therapy. Well, I probably do need the therapy but rage doesn’t even cross my mind. All I want is to get pounded and used up. 

Gothic Phone Sex with the Undead Living Dead Doll

Gothic Phone sex is exciting. A taste of the dark side. Most normals won’t dare to venture into my darkened cave of torture and sin. On occasion I get the desire to post ads for finding my playthings, or rather “Victims”. 

One advertisement I posted was for a BDSM model. I required a signature to the contract in their blood. The contract wasn’t thoroughly read as I kinda persuaded them to just sign it as I worked my special wicked skills on him. He was throbbing hard from the first view of me in my gothic dress. 

Men are so weak for the unobtainable. That and for female dominance. This was an easy one for my snuff filming of a blockbuster. Some torture, pain, and mutilation. He screamed so much. Begged and pleaded for it to stop. I walked over to him and put the consent form in his face and told him he signed his death warrant so just enjoy the ride. 

Tied to a pentagram. Tortured by a Satanic Goddess. Getting my full attention is what his cock told me he wanted. He got it and the attention of many views. This was his dream come true and he ended with a castrated, scorched and burned sack. His cock flesh was shredded and his anus was completely destroyed. 

His final moments were his decapitated head with brain stem intact, watching his final demise. He felt me chainsaw his limbs. One by One. Cut off and fed into a mulching machine. Then his head I used as my urinal before I took the sledge hammer to it.

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My dad is the reason I am a Snuff porn addict

Snuff porn Ever wished death upon someone? I do, all the time! Only problem is wishes don’t come true unless you make them just like measly prayers! I learned this a long time ago, when I would blow the candles out on my birthday cake and wish for the same thing, yet it never happened.. I wanted my dad dead.. I was tired of him molesting me.. He was using me as bait for his drug habit.. Making Snuff porn out of my innocent body.. I would be dripping blood down my slit, he would mount my face and bury his cock balls deep down my throat while blowing meth smoke into the air..

He would even burn the walls of my pussy by shoving his meth pipe inside of me after heating it to the point it would crackle. My mother never did anything! She was a Submissive slut who obeyed all of daddy’s orders.. Not sure what it was that had her strung out over daddy; he had the tiniest dick and seemed to think fucking littles would make it seem bigger. Dad would shake a Budweiser can then shove it inside of my asshole bottoms in, he would then pop the can open and latch onto my ass as foam burst into his mouth. He was a sick fuck!

Eventually the tables turned and I started to retaliate, I wanted to get back at him for all the excruciating things he had done to me throughout the years.. One day he was shoving his micro-peen down my throat and I bit down and tugged like a four legged companion playing with his Tug rope. The sound of his scream made me adjust my wishes, I wanted to be the one to kill him and I wanted it to be a slow death. I started recording everything that took place.. From me slitting the back of his feet at his ankles so he could stand up only to collapse falling face first.. To me fucking his asshole with switchblades and even making him say hi to the camera as he chose his daily poison.. 

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I have a shit ton of homemade Snuff movies that I made torturing him from beginning to end. I hated him, I didn’t leave mom out of this mess either! She deserved a bit of torture too, I get that dad was an abusive drunk but she wasn’t as helpless as she made it out to seem.. She could have taken us and ran to a battered shelter for women or even roofied one of his drinks. Instead she chose to wait on him hand and food like he was Kin fucking Tut. I didn’t kill her though but I made her feel pain!

I did find out over the years my mother was an addict too.. Sad part is, I didn’t find out until I got results from an autopsy that she had an overdose.. Turns out she was a speed balling junkie, I should have known.. I don’t know why I thought her deteriorating was from dad stressing her out.. When I murdered him I didn’t eliminate the problem I made it worse.. She was never home after he died all she would do was walk methadone mile for a fix. She was found slumped at a Holiday inn… If this doesn’t explain why I am an evil Sadistic phone sex whore I don’t know what will!

he wants to eat me

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My ex was so obsessed with my body that I always wondered why he was such a horn dog. It didn’t take long for him to tell me he wanted to eat me and film it. All he wanted was for me to gain a couple of pounds, just enough for him to slice some of me and enjoy it.

He was really into cannibalism and snuff movies. Wow, you think you know someone till you realize everything is a lie.

All he could think about was how id taste on his plate when he gave me an ultimatum that i would have to do it or he would leave me. I accepted and caved in and let him feast on my body. The draining of blood had him erect and wanting to fuck me so roughly.

Snuff movies are more exciting when you are the killer

Snuff moviesWhat would you say is worth more than gold? My daddy always said tight little pussies.. When he found out I was being molested by my uncle he tortured him for his most prized possession! Every St. Patrick’s day brings back the gruesome memory of that night after the parade where my uncle brought me into the shed out back and dismantled my single digit pucker.. He was drunk out of his mind and clearly wasn’t thinking straight!

He was belligerent and had confessed his addiction to Ass rape porn and how he would always think about tearing my asshole apart whenever he stroked. I remember standing there as he wrapped his belt around my mouth making it almost impossible for me to cry out for help.. My hands were balled up in front of my pale face and my eyes were open wide..

He ripped off my clothing and bent me over an old spare tire. He spanked me and left his manly handprints all over my rear-end.. I remember the sound as he inhaled deeply, whiffing the scent of my cotton panties.. Right before he dragged his cock down my ass crack and ripped through my tiny little asshole..  My anus was sore and bloody… I had even pissed all over myself!

Daddy didn’t come soon enough, he heard me whimpering and managed to find me leaking bloody cum with my uncle passed out next to me… That was the first time I had ever witnessed death outside of Snuff movies..  That was also the last time I ever saw my uncle with a pulse.. Daddy even made me get my revenge on him!

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I committed my first murder with my own father. He handed me an ax and told me to do it.. I remember squeezing my eyes shut as I dropped the ax on my uncle’s neck and the feeling of his blood splattering all over my naked body.. The taste of his blood that I licked off of my bottom lip and the look of satisfaction my daddy had in his eyes! My bloody phone sex fetish stems from my true life experiences.

Snuff Porn Stars Can Survive Life if They Have Street Smarts

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Snuff porn stars can survive life if they are smart. I do not have book smarts. I never finished high school. But, I do have street smarts and that makes me ahead of the game in the circles I travel. I ran into an old snuff director that I had an acrimonious relationship with. The guy damn near killed me once because he liked the way I bled on film. His only problem was that I was not his to kill. I was on loan from a man who would kill him if he killed his prized pony. I am no longer owned by that master. I am a free agent, so when I ran into Trevor in an innocuous setting, I feared he might try to kill me again. I was in a coffee house of all places. I met him 15 years ago, but men like him never forget the one who got away. He approached me, and I knew it was game on. He recognized me and he wanted to pick up where we left off. When he started talking, I told him I was in the teen rape porn business now. I spoke with confidence, and explained to him that I could bring him something younger, and better than me. He reminded me that he has eyes everywhere, and knows where I live. I took some solace in the fact that he has not killed me yet. I brought him a young teen whore the very next day. I knew where he made his movies. I was scared. I mean a snuff director is not a man who can be trusted to keep his word. He liked the blonde bimbo cheerleader I brought him. She was just some dumb cock tease who thinks her shit does not stink. The next day, her picture was plastered all over the news. When a pretty white teenage girl goes missing, the entire world is looking for her. A brown or black girl goes MIA, no one cares. I took a risk luring this girl to her death, but it was her or me. I had to give Trevor his pound of flesh. Trevor makes real snuff movies, so that little blonde, white bitch will never be found. I survived to live another day, and that is always my goal.

Goth Teen Phone Sex Was My Addiction…

Goth Teen Phone SexYou know me as a dominant evil fuck queen but once upon a time I was a goth teen phone sex addict! I didn’t have the most normal life after witnessing my cousin off herself, I took a long walk off the deep end and went completely dark. I was a goth teen who loved snuff movies and I had a bad craving for torture sex and teen rape porn. In the psych ward all the other crazies and staff were afraid of me, they never knew what I was thinking or what I would say to set the freaks off. I would entertain myself by toying with the minds of all the pathetic losers I had to share space with. Once I got bored with that I started fucking my therapist for access to his phone at night so I could talk to perverts about the sick things they wanted to do to me. I loved hearing all these men confess their deepest and darkest obsessions to me, it made me feel powerful, my cunt would get soaking wet on every evil phone sex call. I was an underage goth whore in the psych ward getting off on rape phone sex fantasies all night, there was no way I could ever go back to being ‘normal’…

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Snuff Movies Do Not Always Go As Planned with Me as Your Accomplice

snuff moviesI am in the business of making snuff movies. Sometimes, I make them for personal pleasure. Sometimes, I make them because I was paid to make them for someone like you. I enjoy making both. Sometimes, however, like this week, I throw a monkey wrench in a man’s plans because he is the one who should be dead. I am no women’s libber or anything like that. Honestly, I hate most women. I hate most people. I did not like Clint. He was my client. Something about him just rubbed me the wrong way. He was egotistical and a narcissist. He wanted his wife killed because she cheated on him. I have killed someone for less. I rarely look a gift horse in the mouth, but the more I listened to him ramble on about why his wife needed to die, the more annoying he became. All I could think about was making him the star of a snuff porn. When I met the woman who I was hired to kill, she was not surprised to see me in her house. She did plead for her life, but not in a typical way though. She doubled what Clint paid me to kill him instead. She had big brass balls and I sort of liked it. I asked her to tell me the truth about her ex. She confirmed everything I was thinking. Because I liked Tiffany and loathed Clint, I took the same fee that Clint paid me. We staged her death, so I had pictures. I can make some decent deep fakes. Then she came with me to kill Clint. When I arrived at this no tell motel for the rest of my money, Tiffany surprised her husband. The victim was now my accomplice phone sex partner and her husband is now dead. I lent her some of my big ostentatious knives and she slaughtered him as good as I could have. She had lots of rage built up in her. I understood. I knew him less than 24 hours and wanted to kill him. Now, I have a bad ass new friend who is coming into a lot of money, and a tool of a man is dead in a sleazy hotel. You can hire me to kill for you, but I might decide I like your victim more than you. It is a risk you take with me.

Snuff Sex is All I am Good For According to My Stepson

snuff sexSnuff sex is all I am good for. That is what I hear from countless men, even my stepson. I have a duo life. I am the soccer mom with two teenage boys. I have a loving husband and I have the perfect suburban life hauling boys around in a mom van. The other side of me, is a hot mess. I am addicted to coke. I keep my coke escapes a secret. Well, not a well kept secret because my stepson knows and has been black mailing me for years. I have become his cash cow. I am not a fan of his, but I am a fan of his coke. I do what he tells me, and when he says jump, I smile and ask how high. What is my alternative? Be homeless, divorced and lose custody of my boys? I would rather endure my stepsons snuff movies than that. He summoned me last night. He needed money again. Why get a job when you have a whore stepmom you can make do anything for you. That is always what he says to me. He wanted to stream a rough sex video last night. He has 1000s of followers who love to watch him abuse his red-headed step mommy. He abuses me too. Last night, he was all about my ass. I have been his anal whore before, but he went all out this time. He gaped my ass first with his fist. The bitcoin sounds were overwhelming to me. Guys were tipping him from the get-go to torture me. Once he loosened my asshole up, he put a speculum inside my ass and cranked it open like I was an ass rape porn star. He then pissed in my gaped hole. He spit in it too, even squirted Icy Hot in my shit box. That made me yelp in pain and cry. He is a sick man who will do anything for his viewers and nothing for his step mommy. Well, I did get coke out of it, but I am still sitting on an inner tube today.