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Killer Phone Sex with Santa Claus

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies come true for Christmas with me as your accomplice. I hate Christmas. As far as I am concern, all the little ones are naughty boys and girls. I like to break into the house of little scamps and destroy Christmas. Knock down the tree, destroy the presents and eat the cookies. I do love this time of year, however. Twelve Kills of Christmas. Brats mostly. I have an accomplice I work with who poses as a mall Santa. He is a Bad Santa. He gets info out of the cute little girls because dumb young cunts trust Santa Claus. Bob is more like Satan Claus. He brings me the intel on his favorites. I case their house, stalk them for a few days and use the info they told Santa to lure them to my kill shack. Dumb cunts believe I am one of Santa’s helper’s and that what they asked him for is waiting for them in a cabin in the woods. I took these twins to my kill shack over the weekend. It has been Bob’s fantasy forever to force fuck and kill little blonde twins. I told them the puppy they wanted was waiting in the woods for them in Santa’s workshop. My god these cunts believe anything. Anyway, Satan Claus was ready for the cunts. When we got to the cabin, Bob was in costume. He explored his rape phone sex fantasies dressed as Santa. Pretty sick, right? I was turned on. I had to help. I sat on one brat while he fucked the other one. Tiny enough that she could not get away from my weight on her body. These little dumb brats screamed a lot. They had some fight in them too. Bob shredded their pink holes. Turned them into prolapsed bloody messes. I killed them for him. His DNA was in them and on them. Plus, they knew the mall Santa was their attacker. I had to protect Santa Claus, right? They became coyote food. No one will ever know what happened to those twin sluts but me and Santa Claus.

Mommy Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex fantasiesEvery woman has rape phone sex fantasies, but I am not every woman. I have darker than normal fantasies. I have a phone son who loves to explore mommy’s dark desires. We party together. I think that may be the root of all my evil. I am a coke whore. Mommy needs her medicine. And that need makes her do all sorts of wicked things. This phone son of mine exploits my addiction for his own financial and personal gain. Last week, my son paid me a visit. He knew I was desperate for a fix. This pandemic has hurt my finances and my access to coke. My son always has coke for his mommy whore, but it comes at a cost. I had to star in one of his little snuff sex live streams. I love my son. I know he has my back. That is why he only hits me from the front. He gives me coke to lessen the pain. I need it too because his audience is sending money for punches and smacks. They want to see my head banged against a wall. They want to see large items inserted into my fuck holes. They want to see me punched in the face. Spiral fractures, broken noses, busted lips and bruised skin is what they are paying for. I am just here to help my son and get my coke. My son was in a holly jolly mood too. Punches, kicks, slaps, burns, chokes…whatever his viewers wanted they got for Bitcoins of course. My son is sadistic. He gets off on torture sex. He always saves the most sadistic stuff for his own pleasure like fucking my pee hole while putting a plastic bag over my head, so I suffocate on camera. He comes close to killing me every time, but luckily, he does not. I think he knows how fun it is too abuse mommy over and over again.

I live to fuck again

sex with dead bodies

You all get so excited to see Santa this time of the year but you wouldn’t be so happy if you knew his dark secret. Santa every year when he is done delivering gifts to all the brats in the world will make another trip and have sex with dead bodies. Now he won’t do it to all bodies just those of young women that have died recently. He is able to dabble in the black magic as well as white. I was one of the victims last year. I had come home and got in between my boyfriend and the tv and he killed me for it. Early on Christmas morning I was brought back to life enough for Jolly Old St. Nick to have his way with my body. He ripped off what was left of my dress and then spit onto my old dry pussy. He rubbed it in and with his magical tough my cunt was running over. He then took his giant candy cane and shoved it all the way in on the first go. My nerve endings were gone and so I didn’t feel any pain but I did moan out load at being so full. I was getting into being a good fuck again when he decided that he wanted my mouth. His cock was delicious and it wasn’t too long before he shot his yummy egg nog down my throat. A short time later I was back in the ground and cooling off. I wonder if he will remember me, I need a good fucking again.

Castration Phone Sex Fun

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. When I do real time castrations, I use an old electric chair my grandpa gave me. Its from the 50s and 60s. Several men died in that chair. I have refurbished it to turn it into a castration chair. I added a plank between the legs with a hole to separate the balls from the dick. All the original leather straps hold the arms, head and legs down. I will not lie, castration hurts. I can do it the humane way like you do with sheep, or I can do it the inhumane way, which is more fun. Well, more fun for me at least. I like inflicting pain. I castrate two types of men. There are willing victims. Pathetic yes, but either it is a mercy job or a paid job. Guys like that get the humane castration. That includes a castration band to restrict the blow flow which slows bleeding and makes for less of a scar. For men in this category, I numb the area first; I use a soldering iron to seal the wound and I use a clean blade. The other kind of men I castrate are just tools and pricks. They are lucky they do not get snuff sex. I loathe them and I do not care if they bleed out. I give no anesthetic. I often use a rusty blade. And sometimes, I take the entire dick too. They will have a nasty scar. What determines the type of castration you receive is you. Nice men who just happened to be cursed with small dicks or men who want to pay me to take the family jewels, get treated with compassion. Assholes, tools, misogynists and dudes who try to force themselves on women, do not. So. Do you want me to castrate you gently or do I just need to rip your worthless nuggets off with my bare hands or a rusty blade?

Snuff Whore Layla

If I were to be killed, I want my killer to rape me first. At least I go out feeling pleasure with the fucking pain. Suffocate me with your huge cock and don’t pull it out even when I try to fight you. Gag me with that cock and treat me like that trash whore I am. Rub my spit and tears all over my fucking face while I try helplessly to catch my breath before you shove your cock in my throat again. This is what my body was meant to be used for, endure your cock and your wrath. Whip me and slap me relentlessly while I beg you to stop, press the blade of your knife close against my neck and tell me to shut the fuck up and take your cock. Mmmmm, yes, that’s it. It’s like lust and fear at the same time. Your cock is like my last meal, so I guess I’d better enjoy it.

Domination Phone Sex
As you tied me up with my hands above my head and my thighs forced open, my pussy drips with anticipation. At this point, I’m your little whore slave, here to please your cock until you decide you’re ready to get rid of my body. You fist my cunt before fucking me, making me cum and squirt all over you. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this like I am, so you decide to punish me. As you thrust your cock inside my wet pussy, you take your blade and slice me up my stomach, leaving me screaming in agony as you fuck the shit out of my pussy. I bleeding all over your cock and don’t know whether to cry to moan. “Take it bitch!” you yell at me. I do.
You wrap your hands around my neck as you begin to bang my pussy harder and faster. I’m no longer moaning as I’m struggling to breathe, but instead of you loosening your grip, you grip tighter. This is my last fuck, I can tell, it’s way more brutal than the other times. I get a small break of air as you remove one hand to roughly slap my titties and face. That revives me for a split second. I look you in your eyes as you tell me “you’re such a pretty whore,” as you bury your cock deeper in me and stab my side. At this point, I know exactly how this fuck fest is going to end… With you cumming all over my cold, dead body.

Snuff Whore For Snuff Sex

snuff sex

If you know me at all, you know that I’m quite the dirty little snuff whore for snuff sex. There’s just something so satisfying about it. Sometimes I do like the submissive nature of it and I like it when the life is drained right out of me. But even more than that, I love it when I get calls from pervs who want me to be their accomplice. Do you know how much fun it is to talk about exactly how we’d pluck a girl in broad daylight? We will discuss what we’d do to her once we got her home. You might be curious about what it will be. Spoiler alert: it’s not going to end well for her. See, in my devious fantasy, we’re going to do things to her that we don’t want anyone else to know about. Things that hurt. Things that will make her cry out and beg for us to stop. And if we let her go after that, she’s going to run straight to someone she trusts and tell them everything. So, my partner in crime and I have to do away with her. I’m not sure what we’ll do to her yet, though. Maybe you can call and help me figure it out!

Mommy’s Basement Dwelling Loser

Nothing starts my day off fucked up like some asshat dipshit thinking he can spam me and attempt to hack my shit. Useless geekwad was fucked since I have a fetish for forensics and boyfriends that are real hardcore hackers. You think the Matrix hackers were the shit. Fuck that my guys have been recruited by secret services and shit I can’t talk about. These are the kinds I keep around me at all times. Even though my boyfriend is a Mortician doesn’t mean I don’t have slaves that serve me in other ways. They love being dominated by a sadistic cunt like me and I love the help they give me and the money.

The thing is, when someone tries to pull shit on me, I am sharpening my blades, polishing my boots and fixing up the perfect cocktail. During this time I am also putting a trace on his ip and pinging it. I find that he is using some kind of public service internet and realize he just hacked into a library and I wait to see that he is a pencil dick loser sitting in mommy’s car and changing ips logging into networks in the area. I quickly spoiled his plans. I showed up at his place after midnight. I saw the basement light on and went in the back door. These types always have an unlocked back door because they are always sneaking outside to smoke. I got him where I wanted him. Scared jerking it to pornhub. I laughed at his pathetic ass and tied him up. I started kicking and punching him before I pulled the blade. I warned him if he didn’t back the fuck down that that penis would only produce pain. I did follow the threat up with a chemical castration potion and injected it in his balls.

Castration phone sex

Torture Phone Sex Slave Goddess

Torture Phone Sex

I’m destined to a life of Torture Phone Sex. It was a casting call this time to just model lingerie. I showed up and there were five big burly men waiting for me. They had a rack of lingerie and what appeared to be another rack with shackles and rope. I was asked to undress completely so they could inspect the goods. I was forced to undress slowly. They wanted a show from the start. I had to bend over to take my bra off. While I was bent over I felt hands on my bare ass slapping me. I still had my panties on. I was to stand up and get my tits slapped then. I slid my panties down with a shimmy and was getting swatted at by a riders crop like I was some kind of animal. They laughed at me and made me stand there naked as they cuffed my wrists and lifted me by them. Things were headed in a Snuff sex direction. The proceeded to prod at me with a cattle prod and slap at me with a cat-o-nine tails. I was stinging all over my body and my twat was wet. They laughed at me hen they realized this. They wasted no time dropping me from the pully and making me fall to the floor with a thud. They then all grabbed at me and started to shove their throbbing penises in all of my holes calling me a filthy slut and I deserve every bit of what I am going to get. My holes were ripped open and then they brought in the big beast. I was done for it when that cock penetrated me and thrust so hard it destroyed my insides and left me with internal bleeding and full of cum. This Fantasy Phone Sex scene is exactly how my life ends.

Torture Sex My Boobs

torture sexMy tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times.  I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.

Snuff Sex Season

snuff sexWinter is here and it is the best time of the year for snuff sex. It gets darker earlier. You can burry a body under snow and it takes it longer to find the remains. Not that I leave remains, however. I like tossing a dead body outside my kill cabin in winter because the wild animals are hungrier. Coyotes and wolves will tear apart a bloody corpse and even eat the bones. Only remains get shit out of animals and no one is looking for the DNA of a missing young girl in wild animal crap in the deep of the woods. I do enjoy killing girls the most. I am not the kind of girl who has BFFs. I am a lone wolf. I do not bond over boys and make-up or shopping. Now, if you are an equally twisted fuck, I might bond with you in kinship over torture sex. What gets my motor running is inflicting pain on stupid cunts. I like to play with my victims. Sexual mutilation like stapling cunt lips to thighs, piercing nipples and clits, prolapsing assholes… I like old fashioned torture too. Pulling out teeth with pliers, breaking fingers and toes, pulling finger nails out; you know stuff that makes a girl scream. I do not have a cock. Sometimes, I feel like I do, but I need you to help with the sexual violation of my prey. I will use a knife, a strapon, even my fist to hurt a bald cunt, but nothing replaces a cock inside a virgin pussy. I take most of the risk and you get most of the pleasure. How is that not hot and a win win situation? You can leave your DNA all over a young slut and I will get rid of the evidence. Trust me, I know how to hide the bodies. I have slaughtered hundreds of girls since my teens and I have never been caught.