Snuff phone sex is on the rise. I look at this as therapeutic for us both. We can fantasize about killing anyone. I am a stone cold killer who never has remorse, but if I had my druthers, I would be murdering stupid cunts all day long. I would be removing the manhood of men too all damn day. I stay undetected because I kill less than I want. This kind of snuff line helps me too with my murderous impulses. If you went to a regular therapist for your wicked fantasies, that therapist might commit you to some insane asylum or report you to the police as a harm to yourself or others. Not me. I think your snuff sex fantasies are normal and healthy. I will help you explore them. I will help you act on your murderous rage too because I share that rage. Not a day goes by that I do not want to kill someone, many someones. I like to think we can help each other out. Maybe even trade murders to stay undetected. I swapped kills with this chick just last week. She came to me with a man problem. I had one too. The problem was we were both too close to our intended victims to not come under suspicion for their disappearances. Now, when I kill, I leave no trace. No body, no proof of a crime. But I do not like being under the radar at all, so I do not kill where I piss and shit. This chick has an abusive ex-boyfriend who pays no mind to his restraining order. I have a stalker who will not take no for an answer. I made her a deal. She kills my problem while I have an air tight alibi, and I do the same for her. I kill for any reason. The truth is, I like killer phone sex. Who can I kill for you?
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Snuff Phone Sex is Therapeutic for Us Both
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Should Be Explored
Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? I know I do. I grew up too late for the golden age of the hitch hiker. I think it would have been hot to hike across the US trading my fuck holes for grass. My luck, however, I would have gotten into a car with Ted Bundy and ended up murdered, be-headed and buried in a state forest somewhere in Washington state. I think, however, my fascination with the serial killers of the 70s and 80s, made me have these killer fantasies. The thought of being violently attacked while hitchhiking has always made my cunt wet. I know. I am a sick bitch. My fantasies run dark. Sometimes, lovers will engage a dark fantasy with me, but most times I am too dark even for violent snuff porn dudes. I do not know if it is all the coke I do, or just my nature to be violent and crave violence. It does not matter why I am so dark and twisted. It only matters that we get off to my twisted fantasies. I had a caller last night who indulged me in a hitchhiking / murder fantasy. He picked me up hitchhiking along a country road. I thought he looked nice and wrongly assumed that he was safe. We got high in the car, then he snapped. Hit me so hard I passed out. I woke up bound and gagged in a cabin in the woods. The guy I thought was a nice man, had a bunch of men in the cabin and they all had rape phone sex fantasies for the stupid hitchhiking whore. I had a killer headache from the blow to the head. I was dizzy and out of it, but they did not care. I was not going to live. They were fucking me before they killed me. I was pretty much passed out when they started dismembering me. They fed my remains to the coyotes. It was a dark fantasy, but one that drenched my pussy.
Ass Rape Porn
Ass rape porn is something I am no stranger to. Now, my submissive slave days are mostly behind me as I get used to my new role as an accomplice, but I still crave a little pain from dominant men. I decided to go to this themed BDSM club. I guess every Friday night is sort of a cosplay night at the club. This Friday night was an 80s themed party. I was born in the late 80s. I do not remember a thing about the 80s. I dressed as an Aerobics instructor like Jamie Lee Curtis in Perfect. I do have the stacked body she did in that movie just with bigger tits. I wore that outfit to show off my sexy body. My body is what some call stacked and slim. In a BDSM club, a woman wants to flaunt her assets. I was feeling naughty and like I needed a strong man to put me in my place. I met Darren. He was older, handsome and tall as fuck. Well over 6 foot. That likely meant he had a huge cock too. I was not at all sorry when he picked me for a private room. He looked like a snuff porn director who used to fuck the shit out of me when I was a barely legal girl. I just hoped this guy had a cock as nice as he did. And, he had an even nicer cock, but that nice cock was not nice to my fuck holes. He forced his big dick in my ass as I was bent over a big rubber ball. He slammed it in repeatedly until my ass felt like it was bleeding. He choked me while sodomizing my back door brutally. I did not walk out of the club like I walked in. I was limping and hobbling when I left. Felt good to be used like that again. Not every man can get away with his rape phone sex fantasies with me. Only real men with huge cocks get to treat me like a fuck doll. Is that you?
Torture phone sex: Begging to for your abuse
Torture phone sex: Maybe it was the years of abuse I grew up with as a younging. Maybe I am just rotten like a banana that has been sitting on your counter for too many weeks. Whatever the reason since I can remember I have had an insatiable hunger to be abused. The feeling of intense pain is orgasmic. The feeling of blades cutting my skin pleases me in ways I have never been able to satisfy any other way. Sometimes I am able to find abuse by me putting myself into tricky situations. Sometimes I beg for it.
Walking home is always risky for hot young girls like me. Of course, this is a risk that I am willing to take on myself. Sticking my thumb out I am always sure to catch a ride, whether it is a horny old man or someone with mischievous intentions I never cared. Today was a guy who was not much older than I was. His mind, he explained to me, raced with intrusive thoughts from time to time on the amount of pain the human body could experience without passing out.
Embarrassed, he expressed that it must be a scary concept to be stuck with a sicko like him. However, little did he know, I was perfectly
comfortable with his meddlesome imagination. In fact, I craved it. I began to beg him to abuse me, to test out his theory. I assured him that the human body was stronger than he could even imagine. I told him about how I loved pain and how it made me feel. I offered to take him to my place, to my dungenesk basement where he could have his way with me as so many had.
After much convincing he did take me home, completely forgetting where he had been driving to before he stopped to pick up a cute little hitchhiker. He learned the limits of the human body, asking if this was something he could explore further on a different day. Of course, I was game. Bloody and bruised I came so many times it was a sensation I was never willing to give up. The perfect masochistic princess, dying to be punished by men just like him.
Gangbang Rape Porn Home Theater
My most prized pieces of pornography are my old 32mm reels of homemade gangbang rape porn. I’ll never sell them to anyone for any amount of money, they’re priceless to me. If you want to see them, you’ll have to come by my place and watch them with me, otherwise you can fuck off. These things are gash slashing gold, there’s nothing like them out on the internet today, except for maybe the black market on the dark web. My classic, torture and blood filled fuck flicks are one of a kind and I’ll never get rid of them no matter what.
If you just want to see some butt slut get slapped around by a bunch of assholes or jack off to a fine little fuck pig getting pummeled by a pack of fat guys with huge cocks then I’ll just direct you to any number of the free hardcore porn sites. You can see a pussy vessel do just about anything you want without paying a penny on the web, you don’t need, and probably can’t handle, my harrowing fuck flicks. These kidnapped bitches aren’t acting and neither are the men that are fucking the life out of them.
Unscripted screaming, impromptu multiple penetrations, flayed flesh on the fly and gallons and gallons of blood. If that’s what you want to beat your meat to then we’ll set up a time for you to swing by and check out my shit. I’ve been wanting to get my projector out anyway, we can make a night of it. Just a warning; some of these sluts aren’t alive at the end of the flick. Hell some of them bleed out halfway through it and you get to see a bunch of guys have sex with dead bodies for a while then fill those fuckable corpses full of cum. Don’t ask me if you can “just buy one” when we’re done, I’m not selling you a goddamned thing except a ghoulishly good time. Sound agreeable to you? Just remember to bring cash, I don’t operate a free porn theater, friend-o. And I hope you aren’t expecting any popcorn, this isn’t that kind of show.
Teen phone sex with a lolita to play rape fantasy with
Teen phone sex with a lolita to play rape fantasy with. You jerk off your cock nice and slow while I play with my teeny pussy and perky tits, I tell you about all of the lolita’s you should fuck and force down to take your dick, until one of my cute little victims walk in, and I put her on the phone for you. She tells you, “Hi!” And your cock is ready to cum right then and there once you hear that lolita’s sweet voice. I start playing with her cute pussy, and whisper words to her to repeat to you while she moans and whines while riding my fingers. “Daddy, your big cock feels s-so gooood!” She screams while she squirts all over the couch that was already nice and wet with my pussy juices. Your cock cums harder than it ever has before to that sweet lolita who loved your big adult dick that stroked itself to her little body. I hope you can come back for more Snuff phone sex, daddy. 😉
Bondage Phone Sex Can Go Awry with a Druggy Whore
Bondage phone sex can often go awry with me. I am not a BDSM girl, but I do BDSM gigs for money to get coke. This one guy is a private collector of all sorts of BDSM porn. He likes the amateur kind. My stepson rented me to him. I know of the guy, but I had never been in one of his movies. I assumed he liked his girls younger than me. My stepson needed some money quickly and he did not have the time to wait for the streaming profits to hit his bank account. This guy paid him cash to use his private cash cow for a BDSM film. The rich can do anything. They can get away with anything too. I feared that this was a snuff porn and that I might never come back alive. My stepson stayed to watch the show. I soon found out the reason he wanted a milf for his movie was that he also had a young girl. She was a red head like me. He planned on billing this as a mother daughter BDSM film. I know how much viewers love snuff flicks with an incest twist. The girl was younger than either of my sons. Too young for this BDSM world. My stepson let me do some coke before I was bound, gagged and brutalized. I was nervous. That girl was kidnapped. Usually, girls like that never make it out alive. The only way I ever survive these kinds of movies is because I am a druggy whore. The men making these dirty snuff movies think either I am too desperate for coke to talk or too fucked up to remember. But not willing girls, they end up dead. For what felt like an eternity, I was bound, gagged and force fucked in all my holes. Same for the young girl. She would scream out mommy when men fucked her tiny asshole. I wanted to help her, but my priority was getting coke and saving myself. I made it out alive with a huge bag of coke and a prolapsed asshole. I am not sure about that little girl though.
Torture Sex Includes Cock and Ball Torture with This Sexy Switch
I have decades experience being the torture sex victim. Now, I get to do the torturing. Never thought I would enjoy the role of the sadistic, but being a switch is so much fun. I hooked up with this guy I met at a fetish club the other night. He presented himself as a man with a huge cock, but when we got a private room, I soon discovered that was a lie. I have no clue in what universe he thought 3 inches hard was a big cock. I decided to torture his genitals. This man thought he was going to dominate me with his cock. But he had no cock to dominate me with. He had a clit. I was not letting a man with a clit stick dominate me. I was not stronger than him, but I had on some high heels. The kind of heels that I had on could rupture a testicle. I kicked him in the balls. This was a BDSM club and CBT is part of the BDSM world. I brought him too his knees quickly. Once he was down, I had him in my control. A few more swift kicks and he was wishing he was in a snuff porn because that would be death. Women like me know how to inflict pain. I was a victim too long to loser men. I did not know better then because it was how I was raised. Years of being in the BDSM world has taught me a thing or two. Now, I am only submissive to real men. That means if you have a cock I can feel, I might be your slave. But if you have a pinky finger between your legs and try to dominate me, I will crush your balls, fuck your ass with my stiletto heal and toss in some castration phone sex for fun. That shrimp dick loser will think twice before trying to dominate a woman with something so small again.
I Make Blasphemy Sex Happen
Nothing satisfies my scarred soul more than making a man of the cloth go against his vow of celibacy and have some sleazy blasphemy sex with a naughty nun! Those pretentiously pious closeted freaks want to get down and dirty just like the rest of us so I do my part and instigate as much insipidly immoral faith testing fucking as I can to help them be the complete humans we all yearn to be.
It takes a couple of months to infiltrate any church and get in with the priest to the point that he trusts you. You’d be amazed what you can do with a fake habit and a falsely devout attitude to match. After a little bit of humbling myself before them, I earn the trust of every last god fearing follower of Christ’s teachings in the church. That’s when I start to mix shit up.
Planting sexy seeds of seduction is my specialty. You can’t be overtly sexual and blunt with anyone in the church, you have to be tricky with your words, plant subliminal messages that tickle the deep carnal desires that they’ve been forced to suppress for years. There’s a glimmer people get in their eyes when they get turned on, a certain kind of shine. I just wait for their subconscious selves to process the dirty codes I planted in them and watch for that look in their pupils, then I strike.
The next step… Drugs. Fuck yeah. Spike their drinks with a little molly, wait for the shit to kick in then I show a little skin. Priests can never look away from a bare body part anyway, even more so when they’re all drugged up. Bust out a camera and that prayer leading pervert will be taking pictures of his nuns in no time. It doesn’t take long for the poses to get more and more sordid and sleazy. Eventually, blasphemous boudoir pic taking turns into full on priestly fuck pig cock pleasing and nasty hairy nun hole stretching and boom, we have a successful sacrilegious sex down.
That’s when I take the camera and shoot some crazy, christ loving, cunt pounding pics of my own. I always wait for at least one nun to get blasted with a juicy cum shot but I dip out of the place before they’re done. Easier to slip out that way. After I print out the pictures, I have all of the blackmail fuel I need and can make anyone in the church do whatever I want them to do. I’ve even made an archbishop torture and kill some of the bound fuckpigs in my basement while I filmed it, people pay big money for snuff porn starring a cunt crushing cleric.
Snuff Porn is What I Love to Watch and Make
I love snuff porn. Do you? I am not the kind of girl who watches sappy ass flicks like The Notebook or The Titanic. Just not who I am. I love violence and gore. When I was a young girl, I was not watching Disney movies like most girls my age. I was not into cartoons or wholesome family entertainment. I inherited my grandfather’s sick perversions. I have the serial killer gene. My grandfather helped me nourish it too. I am not the typical serial killer though thanks to my grandfather. I do not harm animals. I do not have a type other than a breathing human being. I do not have a dump site like most serial killers. I do not even have the same method of operation that often links unsolved murders to an identifiable serial killer. My grandpa trained me to stay under the radar. I am a serial killer phone sex bitch that no one knows about yet because I kill under the radar. Things I learned as a schoolgirl from my grandpa included never killing someone that I had a personal beef with, or at least a beef with that could be traced. Never kill in my backyard. Never kill the same person repeatedly. Never kill the same way twice so a pattern can be identified and never leave a body to be found. My grandpa had to clean up my botched first kills. That was when he took me under his wing to teach me how to be a well oiled killing machine. I am sort of like a female Dexter. I know how to clean up DNA and leave no trace of a body. But I do not just kill bad people. I kill anyone who annoys me or pisses me off, or I kill out of convenience. I am a natural born killer though. Snuff phone sex comes easy to me, but if not for my grandpa, I may have been caught ions ago. Everyone needs a mentor. Let me be yours.












