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Snuff phone sex slut Stephanie

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Try all you want Mr. B, I know that you can’t get our fucked up snuff phone sex calls out of your head! Like I do with so many other men, I’ve gotten into your brain and settled in like a parasite. I’ve planted seeds for all of my fucked up desires and watched them grow with every naughty, blood filled call. Now, all you can think and obsess over is hunting that bitch and her family down. You want to torture her not just physically but mentally as well by making her watch while we snuff out her mom and little sister before moving on to her. I know how badly you want to pound your dick while she’s screaming and I’m shoving pieces of her mutilated mother and sister down her throat. We’ve talked about it so many times and it gets more and more intense and irresistible each time. By now, the details should be as burned into your brain as the fantasy images of her little sister’s head bouncing up and down on your dick like a blood covered pocket pussy! You know, the calls where I slice pieces of that little bitch’s flesh off with my knife and feed them to you while you fuck her empty eye sockets? That one always makes my evil pussy drip and I’m going to keep feeding you and men just like you, these ideas until you finally go snuff her out and let me listen on the other end of the phone. 

 

Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Way For Pleasure

First things first, I am Morticia and I am also a Sadistic. That makes it easy to understand that Sadistic Phone Sex is the best kind of pleasure for me. Well, at least that is legally allowed. In reality I get off on hurting men, women, and little fucking brats. 

What makes me so sadistic? Likely a pattern in my DNA, not unlike a serial killers need to kill, torture, and make another’s life meaningless. This is Snuff Phone Sex. Truth is when I am even slightly annoyed with an shydiot I only imagine them in compromising positions with me over them. And I will be wielding a nice choppy thing.

Sadistic Phone Sex, It’s What Gets Me Off

Last night I took to going n a blind date. What a disaster.  I mean that whole “Blind date” is the dead give away. Right?! So there I was miserable with the biggest loser Marilyn Manson freak. (Seriously why did my friend even believe this shydiot was remotely my type? Oh he wore all black and liked to be dramatic. 

Now, sure he was tall. And that did mean he was hung. SO obviously I played with the little toy for a bit to get that dick. But everything will go darker quick. As we were making out I bit his lip and made it bleed. And jesus fucking Christ the dude about had a god damned panic attack! 

By this time I took his belt and slipped it around his neck. As I pulled the leather strap through the loop. YOu know essentially tightening it around his neck. I straddled him and cooed at his stupid bitch ass about how he wants to be a gothic god. Then come join me in a dark mass.

Finally as I took his rather long dick inside my cunt and rode it I teased him some more with Domination phone sex. Then I pulled the belt tight and watched the lights go out. At this point I had a great orgasm on his dead mans dick. 

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Bondage Phone Sex Slave Blair is Up for Auction

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sluts never shop on Black Friday. We prefer to get high on holidays and any day. I told my husband I needed money to go shopping for Black Friday. But he knows about my cocaine use. He just doesn’t know how much I use. So, he wouldn’t give me any money. He told me I could have his credit cards to shop with, but no cash. And drug dealers don’t take credit cards. Not even nowadays. So, I had to find my money elsewhere.

I answered an ad in a paper looking for a bondage whore. I’ve been tied up plenty of times. So, I figured no big deal right. I showed up at this warehouse where the guy I spoke to on the phone told me to go. Anything down in the docks feels unsafe as well as unsavory. But when I’m desperate for cocaine money, I don’t have much choice.

Two guys greeted me at the door. One of them obscured his face with an executioner’s mask. Seeing him like that, scared the fuck out of me. And with good reason. The guy I talked to was simply the snuff porn director. The one filming it all.

The executioner guy tied me up. He set it up to look like a slave auction. The director filmed it, but it seemed more like a live stream than a snuff flick. The executioner whipped me so hard I could feel blood dripping down my back.

One of These Days I Will Die for a Fix

However, I suddenly realized this livestream was not necessarily for viewers to jack off watching. A real bidding war ensued. I tried to play dumb so that I could figure out how to get myself out of this situation. I quickly realized I would not be leaving if I didn’t get creative.

The executioner started whipping me with a variety of objects. All of them made me feel like a slave in the 1400s. And apparently the director wanted to sell me like one too. What the fuck did I get myself into? I acted like I passed out. My threshold for pain increases every year. So, I can handle flesh peeling from my body.

They thought they broke me. And at that moment they cut me down. And I ran like a bat out of hell. Barefoot, bleeding and with ripped clothes. I did not even collect my money because I knew no money existed. I fell for a scam. These men planned on selling me to the highest bidder online for God knows what.

I’m certain I just escaped a snuff phone sex death. Because whoever they sold me to would use me until they grew bored and then they would kill me. Luckily, I left my keys in the car so I could drive home and clean myself up before my husband came home. He never knows how close to death I often get because of my drug habit. But in my defense, if he would just give me money for cocaine, I would not risk my life like I do.

Home invasion phone sex makes my whore cunt gush!

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If home invasion phone sex calls make your dick twitch then I’m at your service as a kinky accomplice whore. I’m an evil, no limits slut and I like my calls as dark and twisted as I am! I’m ready to kick a door in and tie up some little young sluts so that we can torture them together! I’ve had my eye on the two little brats next door for a while now. Their mommy leaves them sleeping at home alone every night while she goes off to work, assuming they’re safe in their beds. She has no idea what evil lurks right next door. I’m over here every night, ramming a fat dildo in my cunt and telling random phone fucks about how badly I want to abuse those girls. Maybe you can be the dark daddy that finally talks me into walking over there, smashing my way into the house and torturing those innocent, little brats for you. I’m ready to hold them down and have you force fuck their tiny holes while I’m strangling them with their panties and slashing into them with my knife. I have a thick dildo with metal spikes all the way around it and I’m about to force fuck these little bitches until their tiny cunnies look like bloody piles of ground up meat! Cum on Daddy, maybe you’re close enough to actually join me and you can help me rip them wide open and then tear them apart! My pussy is already soaking wet just from looking out of my window, seeing the glow of their nightlight and knowing that they are sleeping only a few feet away… Let’s play!

Thanksgiving torture time courtesy of uncle Creech

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It’s that time of the year where my freaky incestual family gets together to eat some meat and potatoes, with our own sick gravy on top. My perverted old uncle fuck loves to come cook and get drunk, feel up my skirt or even bang me in the closet if he’s feeling extra frisky.

It always starts at the dinner table, he’ll run his hands up my skirt and squeeze my loosey goosey moist pussy lips, pull and shove his finger far up my soiled cave, always pushing my little panties to the side like a true raunchy nasty creech. He’s the man that broke me in at such a young age, got me addicted to rage and anger so much that I crave it. It’s now tradition he rips and shreds my insides out every time we see each other.

He still laughs and snickers while he drunkenly finger bangs me under the table in front of the whole family. I spread my legs, wetting the seat, bloody cum drops dripping to the floor I can tell he wanted much much more.

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It didn’t take long for uncle to grab me by the neck, pull my hair and drag me into the bathroom and lock me in. Throwing me onto the counter, throwing up my skirt and shoving his massive machine into my tiny tootsie, torturing me, making me scream cry and whimper for help. The whole family wanted to watch him take all his rage and rape fantasies out on me like he’s always done, turning dinner into a sick incestual fuck show.

With drinks in their hands everyone encouraged him, cheered and laughed as usual as I was being ripped apart. My knees up to my chin with my head back. Spitting in my mouth and calling me “a fucking whore” uncle unleashed his anaconda beast inside me. Drunk cock banged, he slapped me raw and red till I was bleeding out of every hole. It was just like old times when he’d sneak into my bedroom at night or while I was taking a show and rob me of my virgin years turning me into a submissive slave. Cum humiliate me….

Bondage Phone Sex With Rena As Your Snuff Bondage Queen

As I lay bound tightly with my wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts in a hot bondage phone sex sceneBondage phone sex, You approached me confidently. The ropes biting into my skin only served to heighten the anticipation coursing through every fiber of my being. Your eyes held a mix of lust and dominance that sent shivers down my spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, running your fingers along the line of rope across my chest before tracing them teasingly over one nipple which hardened under your touch. “I can’t wait to see how much you enjoy this.”

Without further ado, you positioned yourself between my legs and thrust forcefully into me, claiming what was yours in a way that left no doubt as to who was in control here. Each powerful stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me despite the discomfort from being restrained; it seemed as though our connection transcended physical boundaries at this point.

Your hips pounded against mine in rhythm with each groan escaping your lips while spit dripped onto parts untouched by sunlight for centuries -a testament not only our intense intimacy but also our shared love for taboo desires hidden away from prying eyes… And even when tears streamed down cheeks due either pain or pleasure (or both), I couldn’t help but moan louder encouraging more punishment because deep inside knew there was no other place where I belonged than right here beneath You like this… Bound… Helpless… Yours completely until end credits roll on screen signaling climax has been reached.

As our bodies shook together in unison, reaching climax after climax under the harsh glare of camera lights, I felt a sense of release wash over me unlike anything else before. It wasn’t just physical; it was emotional too –a catharsis born out of submission and desire that left me spent but wanting more at same time… And when You finally pulled out with a satisfied grunt followed by sticky pop! as cum splattered against my insides signaling end scene has ended -I couldn’t help but feel both relieved yet saddened knowing this chapter had come to close forever…

But alas, such is nature snuff films: brief encounters filled passionate highs followed by sudden lows once cameras stop rolling leaving behind only memories etched onto digital storage devices for others like us to relive again later on down road when we need reminding why we do what do best-push boundaries further than most dare venture into darkness’s depths where only true thrills reside…

Rena Finds Herself a Snuff Phone Sex Addict

As I delve deeper into my new man’s hot and depraved Snuff phone sexsnuff phone sex fantasies, I find myself becoming more and more entwined in his twisted desires. He sees me as the perfect partner to help him explore these dark cravings, and I am not only willing but eager to indulge him.

In our encounters, he surrenders completely to my control, becoming lost in the thrill of danger and taboo pleasure that we share. His submissive nature is put to the test as I take him deeper into his snuff-filled fantasies – a place where anything goes and no line is too far gone. The power dynamic between us intensifies; he craves my dominance while simultaneously fearing what I might do next.

Despite knowing the risks involved in our actions, there’s an undeniable allure about it all for both of us – a rush of adrenaline that keeps bringing us back together time after time. It doesn’t matter if others judge or condemn us; we are bound by our shared love for extreme experiences and our mutual desire to push past societal norms into a world where death itself can be transformed into something beautiful yet terrifyingly intimate.

As we continue down this path together, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with fear. Each time we push the boundaries further, it feels like we’re dancing on the edge of oblivion itself. But there’s something about that thrill that keeps us coming back for more – an addiction to the rush of endorphins and adrenaline coursing through our veins as we explore the depths of depravity together.

In these moments, he becomes completely lost in his role play character: A helpless slave to my every whim and desire. And while part of me relishes in this power dynamic, another part wonders how far he would truly go if given the chance… Would he really let me take him all the way? The thought both terrifies and arouses me in equal measure.

Despite everything though, one thing remains constant – our shared love for pushing past societal norms into a realm where few dare to tread. We are bound by our mutual need for extreme experiences; driven by an insatiable hunger that cannot be sated by anything less than complete submission or total domination…

Murder phone sex Fantasies, the bloodier the better

Murder phone sex Fantasies are such a fun, grotesque dance. Oh, the depravity! It is the only way I can truly cum. Both sets of lips drool at the sight of a bloody, pulsing cock. The sweet nectar of violence on my tongue brings me to life, and I know how much you love it too. Isn’t it music to your ears to hear the cries of a helpless, doomed little slut?Murder phone sex Fantasies
Maybe I am an evil bitch, but I do have taste, don’t I? I know you have been dreaming of a woman who is consumed by a hunger for blood. I cannot deny the intoxicating thrill I derive from this twisted realm. These pathetic little whores, so easily bought and broken, are mere pawns in our sadistic game. We’ll use them up, leave them a shattered, unrecognizable husk, and no one will bat an eye. They’re a dime a dozen, disposable playthings for our distinct appetites.
In my domain, there’s a never-ending carnival of carnage and depravity where snuff fantasies reign supreme. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it’s a world of brutal, wanton pleasure. You have the opportunity to taste the blood of those helpless little virgins and turn them into proper victims! Because I need you to have the most extreme gore-slicked dick. My tongue aches to lick every inch, to savor the metallic tang of the Snuff Sex slave’s blood.
Oh, the sweet ecstasy of snuff! Let the screams of our little porn star motivate your cock to fuck harder. Pound your cock deeper and deeper. I need your cock to be soaked with the little bitch’s guts. Make me cum harder than ever. Don’t hold back, babe. I’m your goddess of filth, worshiped by the dark gods of vice and perversion.

Strangulation Phone Sex is The Best With Assification

Assification is purely verifying that my ass is open and what’s better than some Strangulation phone sex to accompany. As it stands my back door is accessible and Asscepting of penile intruders. Just get that belt around my neck and push me face down.

First thing you’ll notice is how plump and pumpable my round ass looks. Then after a yank on the belt around my neck the clenching of my ass cheeks is beckoning for the attention. Once that invitation is accepted and your dick meets my butthole all else is forgotten.

Next thing you know is that warm velvety moistness of my inner anal hole hugging that prick. Then without ado the thrusting consumes you as you dive deeper inside.

Finally my butt ring is gaping and open like an overused glory hole. At this point it’s all access pass time and let the banging begin. Use my hole until it’s oozing and then use it some more. If you accidently strangle me from so much pleasure and being carried away in my anal depths of bliss, don’t fret.

In the end the pleasure for your fuck stick grows as the dance of the tormented hole begins. That finalization of my last breath leaves my butt hole heaving and pulsing.

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Manipulating master gets me locked up and bent for that bunghole strip search

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My master is an evil fuck, controlling me in every way. He understands my mommy issues and uses them against me. I enjoy his every move and brutal assaults and especially his new innovative ways to torture me, beat me to a pulp, or trap in some hole. Anyway and anyhow he’ll dominate my inner sexual broken soul.

He had me arrested, taken down by the cops, slammed into the ground by a group of men dressed in black, smashed my head into the cement, ripped up my short cut off shirt and dragged me by my pony tails, lifting my ass up by my panty’s, shredding my ass. Locked in, patted down, stripped naked for the officials, they even had me bend over, spread my ass cheeks to check for any weapons in my asshole by smashing my starfish with a fist, tearing me, cutting my clam leaving me covered in blood oozing out of my ass like a broken sink.

Ass rape porn in lock up, tortured by the correctional officers.

He snuck his way in and had me sent to the pen. The darkest hole with shit and piss on the walls. Naked and afraid, cold yet turned on the guards had their filthy eyes on my pulsating pretty pink pussy. “You hungry whore?” they asked as I’m reaching for the bread. “Only way you get a bite is if you bend over bitch”. Throwing it to the ground for me to run after he grabs my chains, spreads my skinny legs and shreds my asshole once again. Whimpering and crying, begging for it to stop while enjoying every moment.

The guards run the show, starving me of food while brutally beating me and taking all their rage, broken lives, anger and rape fantasies out on my weakened broken body. Unable to breathe, barely able to walk. White fat thick goey cum running down my legs as I’ve been used for breeding at the same time. Praying for freedom while praying for more. God damn I love being master’s little fuck whore destined for a dark demented life of abuse.