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Knife Play Phone Sex Season is Here

knife play phone sexHalloween is knife play phone sex season. Many men want to stab a bitch. One man thought he could stab me. Wrong bitch loser. I joke that I have a set of eyes in the back of my head. I do not miss a thing. When he attempted to mug me leaving a Halloween party at a Goth bar, I sensed his presence. And he did not have the element of surprise he hoped he would have. However, I did.

Sure, I could have killed him right there in public and never spent a day in jail. We can defend ourselves from attackers and get off. But I wanted to enjoy the revenge. Even though I keep knives strapped to my legs and arms, I always carry a needle full of morphine around too. In needle form, it acts quickly to disable anyone I want.

Normally, I only inject brats I want to kidnap in a crowd. But a man trying to mug me, well, he had it coming. When he woke up, he found himself in a snuff sex nightmare. I stripped him naked and tied him to my castration chair. I still do not know if he wanted me dead, disabled or what his true intentions were. Did he want to mug me, or force fuck me? Perhaps someone hired him to attack me? It did not matter. He would not survive to do this to me again or anyone.

I Castrate Men and Feed Them Their Severed Cock and Balls

I am glad I disabled him quickly because he appeared to be like 6’5. Although I am tiny at 5’1, I am mighty. No one ever suspects I am as strong as I am. I told my attacker who I was. Then I showed him in case he had any doubt about my capabilities. I cut his balls off first. When he began screaming in pain, I shoved his severed balls into his mouth until he looked like a chipmunk who scored some nuts.

Then, I sliced his cock off but in tiny little pieces. I treated his cock like a holiday sausage I cut up for a charcuterie board, LOL. I love castration phone sex, but I rarely just take the balls. My attacker kept passing out, so I needed to slap him back awake. He did not deserve to die quickly or sleep through the torture. Although I did kill him eventually, I made him wish he had never been born first. And I made him eat his chopped up worthless dick.

Yeah, he fucked with the wrong bitch.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies for a Halloween Whore

Halloween Whores Make The Best Victims For Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

Halloween is the best time to fulfill your murder phone sex fantasies. And I’m the pathetic fucking slut that is going to be your next victim. I’m one of those stupid girls that go out every night around Halloween dressed like a hooker and teasing every cock that I come across. Getting fucked up and walking alone in dangerous areas.

It wouldn’t be hard to attack me. To come up behind me with a knife and slice my achilles tendon so I can’t run away. To grab me by my hair and painfully yank me down on to my knees where I belong. I’d be too wasted to put up a real fight, and the moment you put that knife up to my neck I would shut the fuck up. Or beg for my worthless life. You want to hear a pathetic whore beg for you, don’t you. Having my life in your hands makes your cock harder than the snuff sex you plan to have with me

Tell me to open my mouth and clean my blood off of your blade with my tongue. And if I don’t want to use my tongue then cut it the fuck off. I’d watch it fall to the floor in horror. But it’s not like I can scream while I’m choking on the blood filling my mouth.

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All I can do is claw at your hands while you watch the light leave my eyes. Right before I pass out, take out your cock and force it into my mouth. My blood and your cock are filling my mouth. Make me choke on them both. I’ll suffocate on my own blood right in front of you. It all comes down to your wishes. I’m nothing more than a mindless victim. One that you plan to have evil torture sex with. 

Pull your cock out of my mouth and kick me until I’m laying on the ground gasping for air. Rip through whatever slutty costume I’m wearing and force that blood soaked cock into one of my holes. If you catch me late in the night I should already have someone else’s cum leaking out of me. The blood and cum are perfect lube for a forced anal fucking.

Don’t hold back. I fucking deserve to have my ass destroyed. I’m so tight when I squeeze down on you, trying to get away despite it all. Will you make me live through it or will you slut my throat and put me out of my misery? If you killed me, would you still fuck me? I’m sure a sick fuck like you wouldn’t mind having sex with dead bodies!

Strangulation phone sex in the swamps for easy disposal

Strangulation phone sex

Strangulation phone sex in the swamps for easy disposal! Your teen accomplice is ready to wrap her little hands around a throat for you. Squeezing as hard as I can while you force yourself in some pussy and ass for me. The marsh is high after some torrential rains. So no worries about that body ever being found. No grave digging is required!  But not yet, we have plenty of time for you to bust a few nuts. 

Just look at her face, with pretty eyes bulging and her skin turning colors. She is my new playtoy. I love seeing how much air she can go without. I have played asphyxiation a few times with my lovers. She must be feeling amazing each time she draws a big breath. Although I do wonder if she wishes it was over already. My bitch isn’t that lucky! Tonight she will come close to death more than a couple of times!

 

Strangulation phone sex Harper

Ass rape porn playing as she screams over the ass-ripping happening on the projector screen. What is her name? I never asked. She just happened to be asking for a few dollars on the corner and I thought of you. I’m like a feline bringing your presents for your daddy’s dick. Every time you hurt me during sex and make me your young dick spinner I fall more for you. So when I see a perfect specimen that will get the heat off of me for a while I jump on her. She belongs to you now and as you punish her I realize I love being an accomplice killer to a sadistic! 

Snuff sex really does turn me on. If I’m thinking about you while you take my breath away literally or if im stranging a botch to death it’s all the same for my cunny! 

He Likes Them Ripe

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is a specialty of mine. My Master has taught me well. I  never thought in my wildest dreams I would be doing any of this snuff sex stuff. I have been going out to the clubs to pick up fresh meat for Master. Usually, he would make me watch as he did whatever he wanted to them. This time he made me join. Master asked me if seeing the fear in her eyes made me wet. I knew the only answer was, yes, Master. He handed me a scalpel and ordered me to slice at her breasts. She screamed and begged me to stop. I could tell Master was getting angry I wasn’t slicing fast enough. I slashed faster and cut a piece of her tit off. Her scream was blood chilling and it got him so hard he railed that cock deep down her throat. He told me to suck on her on her pussy, I could taste the blood that was dripping down from her chest. She wasn’t a very good listener, not once did she call him by his name nor did she thank him. At that point I really didn’t feel much pity for her anymore. I knew what Master wanted with bitches like that. I held her down with my juicy pussy over her mouth. I rode that tongue until she was still. After that, Master had all the fun he wanted with her. She’s still around, he likes to keep them until they are ripe. There is nothing wrong with sex with dead bodies, that is until the meat turns!

The Other Girl

Snuff Phone Sex

If you are like my Master you should call me for some hot Snuff phone sex. Lots of guys like to hear all my sick stories. I don’t know how long I will last here. The other girl didn’t make it… Master got real mad at me, he said my heart wasn’t into pleasing him enough. So when he took it out on her it was all my fault. I don’t know how long I have been here, days? Weeks? Maybe even months, time seems to blend into it’s self down here. It is always dark and cold, Master says we whores need to learn our place. He says we are all greedy, money hungry, spoiled sluts. I think he is right. I know before he found me I was on the streets trying to get as much money as possible. He saved me, he showed me what I was meant for. I try to be a good girl and do everything Master says but that day I was just so tired. The night before Master made me take all six of his friends for a movie. All of my holes were raw and swollen. The other girl was brand new, he wanted me to show her how to properly please him. I started off showing her how Master likes when us girls sit on “Betty” until Master says we can get up. “Betty” is Master’s favorite toy, huge black spiked dildo that is nailed to the floor. I had it all the way inside of my pussy for what felt like hours, I wasn’t strong enough and got up before Master said it was ok. He was so disappointed in me. He said I shamed him and spoiled the meat. He ordered me to take that sweet little naked body to the chains. I chained her arms up, spread her legs wide and chained her by the ankles. He didn’t have to tell me what to do from there. I have been here long enough to know what I had to do. I took the whip and didn’t stop until splatters of red fell through the air. Master was in the corner smiling ear to ear with his huge thick cock in his hand. She hung there silent, I didn’t want to go over board but I love Master and will do ANYTHING to please him. 

Snuff Phone Sex Fight Club

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex keeps life interesting. Men’s sexual fantasies range from the vanilla to the sick. But no judgment from me. Men pay me for all sorts of things. Sometimes I am the victim. Other times I am the accomplice. And sometimes which I am depends on me. I met a man with an interesting fetish at the strip club last month.

He got the VIP room for me, and another stripper named Hailey. And he did not ask about our standard menu items. He did not want a hand job or a blow job. Hell, he did not even want to fuck us. He paid to watch us wrestle each other. We looked at that as easy money. But over the weekend, he wanted to meet us outside the club. He still wanted us to wrestle with each other. However, he upped the ante. He wanted a death match.

When It Comes to Fighting I am Scrappy

Whichever one of us survived won the cash prize. I think it is obvious who won fight club. I adored Haily, but that much cash on the line brought out my killer phone sex spirit. Brought out hers too. But my spirit won out. At first, we thought he might be joking. Like he pulled a Halloween prank on us or something. Once we realized our kinky patron meant to kill us both if we did not embark on a death match, we fought tooth and nail.

I thought I would die. Hailey stood over me by a foot. Plus, she appeared stronger than me too. But I am scrappy. I learned to fight nasty to survive as a young girl. I pushed my fingers into Haily’s eyes blinding her. Once I pulled that move, I had the upper hand. And I already broke the cardinal rule of fight club. I talked about fight club. I will save the details of Haily’s brutal demise for a call. But understand she put up one hell of a fight.

Since I won the battle royale, this rich patron wants to make me the head of his girl fight club. I guess now, I am the queen of violent phone sex fantasies. I told you I was scrappy.

Domination phone sex by the Queen of Evil Morticia

An Evil Queen of seduction and soul stealing is what I am. My Domination phone sex sessions are evil and sadistic. The very thought of desecrating a dead body this Halloween and making you fuck her is astoundingly exciting.

Domination Phone Sex Celebration on Satan’s Eve

So this Hollows eve I am planning a special time for my Boyfriend. After scoping out cemeteries with adjacent Morgues I found the perfect place. It will be our Hallows Eve date night and ritual. This ritual will be so very delicious. A dead body of a young lady will be on the slab.

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How do I know this? Well I have it all planned out. I will be taking care of this little whore and made sure of all things organized to have her there and available. Obviously I have my connections. A mischievous and devious Satan’s whore like me.

Specifically, the fact that Mom’s coven of men come from high places makes connections easy. It all adds up to the most diabolical Halloween consecration of our relationship. We will see if he is good enough for me. Initially I was unsure about this guy. He seemed like such a poser. But he is slowly proving himself. Obviously we will see if he can be my true soul mate and fuck a dead bitch.

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Gangbang Rape Porn Fantasies of White Whore Violated By BBC

Gangbang Rape Porn Fantasies of White Whore Violated By BBC. These are the things that daddy set me up for in life. Letting his bimbo princess understand her place and having me get used relentlessly by big black cocks.

Understandably this makes me a cum dumpster. My only use is for being violated and aggressively used. In this vein there is no truer use for a bimbo like me. Women as well as men have had their way with me. Fucking me violently and relentlessly.

Ultimately the pleasure I gain from all of this abuse is great. In fact I cannot enjoy normal sex or relationships. It’s true that daddy as well as my brothers have ruined me from a normal loving chance with good relationships. Truth I find all of that vanilla shit boring.

Finally, all I want is for you to use me and abuse me.

 

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Snuff sex addict, makes your blood vessels pop when you cum

Snuff sex I enjoy Torture sex the gut-wrenching kind. Fuck my hard, slam your cock in out of my fuck-holes while digging your nails into my spine. Slit my wrist, choke me to near death! I like it rough. Leave me with deep lacerations all over my body. Make my pussy bleed from the pounding… I am going to clean your cock of all my bloody cunt juices. You must not forget who is in charge. One degrading word out of that mouth of yours and the roles will change. I am not a submissive whore so come correct!

I am a Snuff porn addict and I have addiction pain.

The kind that makes my bones shiver… You are nothing more than a mile a man dumb enough to tend to my needs and take a risk that can cost you everything. For pleasure, a man like you will do anything regardless of the circumstances. When you are done bringing me to pound town. I will be cracking those fucking balls of yours that solely belong to me. You will need permission from this day forward as to where what and how you will be doing things.

Your wife, welp you will have explaining to do if you dare strip off your clothing in front of her. Looks to me like you and her are just going to have to have a sexless marriage. Unless you want to explain the burn marks on your ass from me branding you… or how about the deep scratches I’ve left on your backside? There is no denying Snuff sex, you belong to me now. Surrender, and everything will be easier, resist, and serve severe consequences.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill and a Love for Human Suffering

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex takes skill. Why shoot your victim when you can carve them up with your knife. A knife not only takes skill to use, but it also serves as a versatile weapon. I use my knife to stab victims. But I can torture with a knife. Most guns kill quickly. Bleeding out or being dissected like a frog causes optimal pain. And that most often is my goal.

Charlie loves pain. He hired me to castrate him. Although he recognized that his cock appeared worthless to most women, he lacked the courage to castrate himself. But Charlie tried to renege on our arrangement. And when I said I do not offer refunds for losers with cold feet, he tried to fight me. And he lost the fight. However, I would say my knife won that battle. One jab to the side rendered him less feisty, LOL.

I knew where to stab him to disable him but not kill him. Oh, he would be a snuff sex victim, but I wanted to prolong his pain and suffering. Those two things combined equal an aphrodisiac for me. Suddenly, he looked like a shadow of himself. What did he expect? He hired me to take his junk, then he tried to fight me over money. Do I look like the kind of woman who takes that kind of shit? No, I do not would be the only answer to that question.

My Knife is My Best Friend and I Love to Use My Friends

Charlie might be bear shit right now, but it took him 23 hours to die. I set the timer so I would know how long I prolonged his death. I cut his cock off first. His balls too. I mean he did pay me for a service. Although he paid for the castration, the torture sex I gave him for free. He deserved it. I dissected him like a frog in biology class. Even took out his organ meat. High protein food.

Charlies’ death needs to serve as a reminder to everyone not to renege on an agreement or fight me. You will not win. In fact, you will die.