I know you want to destroy some hot young pussy and the perfect accomplice phone sex sadistic is right here ready to assist you. I have some seriously twisted fucking ideas in my head. I really enjoy destroying little brats, male and female. I very much enjoy torturing guys as much as I do chicks as well. I was tying nooses on my boyfriends cocks while they slept and enjoyed their reaction when they awoke and I gave it a nice hard tug. They’d get so fucking pissed off and that fueled my passion. I only did it to the looser fucks and quite loved the pain they endured when the razor wire sliced into that mushroom cap. I laughed, and they bled. Why did I do it? Because they were worthless little dicked fucks that did too much blow to even be able to function sexually. I wanted to fuck when I got high. Then they had coke dick and for fuck sakes it was small. I just seriously never got over the fact that I couldn’t find a decent party partner in my teens. I babysat and took aggression’s out on the brats also. It’s just my dysfunction. But I have a nice evil big cocked boyfriend that does me well. He’s a mortician and we have the best fucking sex. We both love killing and fucking.
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Snuff Phone Sex For Sadistic Men
I’m a sadistic little snuff bunny that is the perfect party favor for your snuff phone sex needs. I like getting fucked like a dirty little whore and it gets me off like crazy when I am being choked or roughly handled. I am a very naughty flirt that is easily intoxicated and I really don’t handle my drugs or alcohol well. I’m a lightweight ditsy cunt that deserves the rough handling gang bangs I have found myself being a part of. I’m a cheap and easy date. Give me some alcohol, maybe slip something in the drink and in twenty minutes I’ll be a fleshy fuck doll for you to do whatever you desire with. I promise I won’t put up too much of a struggle. My only use is to be used by men. Fuck me, destroy me, but just get off with me before or after you off me.
Holidays Bring Out Sadistic Phone Sex
Sadistic phone sex is the best gift you can give yourself for the holidays. Trust me. I understand murderous impulses, dark desires and uncontrollable rage. I am filled with all three daily. I have discovered that letting my homicidal impulses out is the best therapy. Keeping anything bottled inside is bad for your health. So, when I saw the little brat making a snowman, I didn’t keep my urges in. I checked my surroundings to make sure I would not get busted. It would have been better with a male accomplice, but I still had my fun. I made a bloody angel in the snow. I stabbed her many times as she screamed out in pain. Eventually, she was gagging on the blood regurgitating out of the hole in her throat. The white snow under her tiny body turned bright red. I watched the life go out of her body. It was a therapeutic kill. Perhaps, that girl did nothing to me, but it felt good to let out all the rage. It felt cathartic to kill because so many people piss me off this time of year. Give it a try. I think you will find that killing and force fucking will put you in the holiday mood.
The Darkness
I want to chop you up into little bitty pieces, you fucking bitch. I’m feeling so super sexual tonight, and when I feel super sexual, I want to hurt something. I know I’m a deviant, and I love my fucking devious behaviors. Do you want a slut who doesn’t give a fuck about taboos at all? I’m the fucking dirty dark bitch that you want in your bed tonight because I will slice and dice until I get a bloody mess started. Let’s have a threesome we can cut a bitch into pieces and fuck her while she’s bleeding I adore taboo Darkness. My fantasy is to drive a lot lizard scuzzbucket into Madness by the pain that I inflicted on her. I want you to fuck her pussy while I beat her face in until she’s a pulp of blood. Let’s get sadistic together you and me; we can be the darkest, most devious Damned fuckers that anyone has ever met. I’ve got a big black van; we can go for a drive and forcefully pick up some prostitutes so that they won’t ever be seen alive again. My blood pulsates whenever I think of the damage that I could do. I’m horny I’m so fucking horny for some corrupt Antics tonight. Let’s make my dreams come true; would you like to be my sadistic lover? We can do it everything you want to do no rules at all.
Kidnapping Phone Sex
I was out for a jog, when a car pulled next to me. The driver wanted directions. As I leaned into the window to tell him how to get to Whole Foods, I felt something hit the back of my head. I never saw it coming. I woke up naked, bound and gagged. I had on stiletto heels and fishnet thigh highs. I was not wearing that when I was kidnapped. I mean this was right out of a kidnapping phone sex scenario. I couldn’t speak because of the ball gag. I just whimpered. The man who asked for directions was talking to another man, presumably his accomplice who whacked me over the head. They were discussing money. I listened intently and scared as I overhead them talking about how much money they could make selling me into slavery. The two said they needed to try me out first to see what they could get for me. They left me tied up but took the ball gag off so they could mouth fuck me. I wanted the ball gag back. It was better than being skull fucked. My mouth was not the only hole they tested. They tag teamed me. They each tried out my pussy and my ass. They fucked me raw. They fucked me hard. They laughed as I cried out in pain. When they were done, they put a $5 tag on the collar they had around my neck. I was only worth $5. They joked about the dirty old $5 whore.
Snuff Porn Addiction
I was watching snuff porn last night and masturbating. I am a snuff addict. After a few hours of watching men and women, even girls and boys, get slaughtered, I had a wet pussy and an urge to kill. Snuff films just feed my appetite for death. They don’t curb my homicidal impulses. I found myself outside a Chuck E Cheese. It is a cornucopia of snuff bait. I found a young mother with a sweet little girl and immediately thought snuff double date. I kidnapped them, which was easy. The stupid cunt mother was on her phone when I drugged her. The little girl was immobilized by fear. I took them to my kill shack and worked out my anger issues. I carved them up like a Thanksgiving turkey. It makes me feel good to kill. I am a serial killer. I have never been caught because I follow some cardinal rules. I don’t have a type. I don’t murder in impulse and I don’t kill people I know. I also dispose of the remains, so they are never found. I dismember bodies and feed them to the coyotes. People hire me for their snuff sex needs because I don’t get caught. Now, a young mom and her daughter are missing in my community. They will never be found. There is nothing to be found. By now, coyotes are shitting them out in the woods.
Taboo Phone Sex Mommy
The holidays bring about taboo phone sex fantasies for mommy. My youngest son has rape fantasies. Most boys do. It is just that my son thinks about doing very bad things to his mommy. He is a young boy, so I just giggled when he told me he was going to fuck me regardless what I said. I giggled, tousled his hair and told him he was cute. That was not the response he wanted. He was half my size, a third of my age, but he punched me right in the face. I stumbled backwards and fell. The next thing I knew my young son was on top of me, ripping my clothes off and forcing his cock inside me. He was calling me vile names and accusing me of cock teasing him all his life. I was fighting him, but this was no joke to him. He was full of hatred for his mother, for the woman who gave him life. When I tried to get the upper hand, he pulled my head up just to slam it back down on the floor. I cried out in pain. I felt blood trickling down my head. My son. My own son was forcing his dick in the very place that he came from not that long ago. He was filled with so much anger as he forced his dick in my pussy. Finally, he nutted. He hopped off me, spit in my face and told me to clean up. What has happened to my baby boy? Do you have rape phone sex fantasies about mommy too?
I Use to Enjoy Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
He said he had rape phone sex fantasies. I told him you can’t force fuck the willing. I was trying to be cute and sassy. It backfired. He was determined to make me not want it. Determined to make me hate it. He succeeded. He was not alone. He brought friends. Horny men who needed a warm wet hole to destroy. It reminded me of my youth. Daddy never wanted me to enjoy sex. I never did when I was young. He succeeded. Years later, I became a pain slut. I embraced my youth. I have fucked men far meaner than daddy ever was to me. Men like Jack, who wanted to ruin my holes. Ruin any chance of an orgasm for me. He orchestrated the gangbang rape porn. I was wet when they fucked me with their cocks. That is when they switched it up. Determined to make me regret saying he couldn’t force fuck the willing, he picked up a big baseball bat and sodomized me with it until I was crying. His posse of horny monsters picked up various objects and fucked me harder. A baseball bat was mild in comparison. I got a wine bottle, a hammer, even a handgun shoved up my cunt and ass while men jacked off on my face. By the time they were done proving their point, I was coated in blood and cum. I was no longer willing.
Roleplay phone sex
I invited my neighbor over for a cup of tea. After all, I had to lure him in with something that he likes. He is from England so I knew automatically he would enjoy a nice cup of tea. I made sure to wear the sluttiest little shirt. My big tits were hanging all out. He could not keep his fucking eyes off of them. I needed him to be in a trance state in order to finish my sick and twisted ass mission. I slipped a nice little antidote inside of the tea. A substance that will knock him out cold and then the fun can begin!
My pussy is so soaking wet just thinking about all the fun I am about to have once he is passed out. I gave him looks of seduction as we continued to sip our tea. His English accent turns me on even more. I play footsies under the table and massage my pretty toes all around his cock. He became rock hard. My eyebrows raised and I gave him a sexy grin. Within 3 minutes of that time frame he was knocked out cold. He practically fell out of his chair.
His head hit the floor and I drugged him into the next room. I call the room my dungeon. It is all black will lots of whips and chains. I chain him up with nothing on and his 10 inch dick just dangling. I chop his dick off and then stuff it inside of his mouth. Blood begin to gush onto the floor. The sight of blood always turns me on. I lay on the puddle of blood and begin to fuck my wet cunt with my dildo. I let the blood drip onto my toy and continue to fuck my pussy until I cum. Nothing like the sight of blood that gets me so fucking horny. Do you have some more blood for us to spill? My pussy is always wet for more.
Tis the Season to Make Snuff Movies
Most women are watching sappy ass Lifetime Christmas movies this time of year. Not me. I am watching and making snuff movies. I hate the holidays. The only thing I can tolerate are the crowded malls. And that is because crowded malls are perfect hunting grounds for sick bitches. The malls are crammed full of snuff victims. Pretty, vacuous and greedy little bitches who deserve to die run amok in malls across the US . Consumer culture obsessed brats who think the world revolves around them. I saw this posse of young mean girls. They were making fun of adults. They were scamming men out of money too. They were the kind of girls it would be fun to slaughter. Getting them away from the mall was easy too. I drove them willingly to their death. I told them I was a movie director and I was casting a horror movie that needed young girls. They ate up my lie because of their colossal egos. Once in my kill shack, I gave them drinks spiked with knock out drugs and I destroyed them. They weren’t passed out. There is no fun in that. Just subdued, so they would fight less. I like a little fight in them. They quickly realized I was a snuff porn director and they were my stars. I stripped them naked first. I enjoyed humiliating them like they did the women in the mall. I drew with a sharpie on their fat areas. I wrote whore on their foreheads and laughed at their flat titties and bald cunts. Eventually, I got annoyed with their whining. I killed them. Slowly of course. I wanted to enjoy their death. I made it painful, cutting their femoral arteries until they bled out slowly. RIP Mean girls. You were naughty bitches and Santa snuffed you out.