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Sadistic phone sex Pleasures

Pleasure for me means pain for you. My Sadistic phone sex pleasures are geared around me destroying a worthless asshat or some little brat. I have no qualms on the age of who I destroy. I am a murderess… a serial killer by profession. The things that get me off is maybe a little psychopathy but it’s good. I am of solid mind and when I am feeling down a little drink and torture of a worthless fuck meats cock is awesome. I feast on blood of virgins. I masturbate with the fluid from brains of my victims. Fuck even the dumbest have fluid full of stem cells that will fuel my own regenerative guidance. I will destroy you bitch and you have nothing but pleasure of me doing what I do.

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So if you want a taste of my kind of fun then we can party like vampires. I will stroll in the cemetery and find you a fresh corpse to dig up and see if you can actually get it up and fuck the dead cunt for me.

Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore

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When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.

Murder, Mayhem & a Slutty Cunt

Murder, Mayhem and a slutty cunt are the makings for a horror movie, but it’s my life. As a snuff whore I make it barely out of the weekend alive. It’s totally true that I love to be destroyed, over and over again. I live the life of a dark and filthy overture that is on an endless loop. Some days it feels like a death loop to be real. I wish I did die some of these nights of pure and utter horror. The burning of my cunt when I pee after it being destroyed and looking like ground beef. I fucking swear it practically makes me need to rub one out as I pee in such delirious pain.

My tits get bruised and bloodied. My lips are swollen and a black and blue eye stairs back at me in the bathroom mirror as I see my hair matted with jizz. I am a walking fuck doll after a frat party of hormone high and drunk fraternity boys. They would bash me about and take their turns on me. Every hole left ripped, gaped and jizzed in. I will smell like cheap beer, urine ass and cum. This is my reality and it’s 99% of the time caught on film.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesDo you have murder phone sex fantasies?  I hope so. I am full of them. People think I am full of rage if I want to kill so many people. Not at all. I just like killing. I do not kill folks I hate or have beef with because that is a trail that leads back to me. I have gotten revenge, but it has been years later and usually done by an accomplice. I like to trade murders. That is where I kill someone who I have no affiliation with for you. And you return the favor. This has long been movie plots, LOL, but it is my way of taking out the trash from my life safely. I am smart and I am patient. That is how I never get caught. Crimes of passion are almost always solved. I met Mark online in a dark net chat room. He had a problem he needed fix. He was looking for a gun for hire to take care of his wife who was milking his millions away in an expensive divorce. He would be suspect number one if he did not have an airtight alibi for the night of her murder. It took me awhile to stalk her and kill her, but that was two years ago. I went to Miami to kill her while he was in Phoenix. I made it look like a robbery gone bad. I told him one day I would need a favor and he could not refuse. I did his murder for hire for free because I knew a day would come when I had a problem that I needed taken care of too. My problem was a former teacher in high school who tried to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me when I was young. He did not count on me being smarter than him at that age. Even though he was never able to fuck me, I told him one day my revenge would come when he least expected it. I waited almost 20 years for my revenge, and I used Mark to do it. I really wanted to be the one, but it could have come back on me. I thought Mark might balk at it but when I told him the why, he was glad to help. He even castrated the bastard for me. That was his touch. Sexual mutilation is always a female suspect in the eyes of cops, but I would be in the clear. So far no one has come asking questions. Mark and I got away with murder. I will always get away with murder because I am a smart taboo phone sex bitch. 

Born a Snuff Porn Slave

snuff pornI am built for snuff porn. My dad used to tell me I was built for fucking. I think he envisioned me as a grown woman when I was just a schoolgirl to justify the horrible things his friends and him would do to me. I had an awful experience growing up. My youth was riddled with abuse. I ran away as a young teen girl. I do not know if my father or mother are still alive. Hell, I might have siblings. My friends have told me to do the 23 and Me DNA testing thing to see if I have any relatives. I have considered it, but I am afraid my father is still out there. I know he would be so angry. He might even kill me. I was his cash cow as a teen girl and his get out of jail free card. He would offer my holes up to his poker buddies every time he lost. I was offered up to cops to turn the other way too when he did something illegal too. No one ever turned down jail bait pussy. If the Internet was as big as it is now, I have no doubt my father would have pimped me out online too. When I finally had the guts to run away, I ran fast and far to make sure he would never find me again. He haunts my dreams. I wake up in a hot sweat many nights a week afraid I will see him standing over my bed with his cock out ready to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me again. Men think they can treat me as their snuff doll and break me. Like I am afraid of anything they can bring. No one was worse than my father. He broke me years ago. I guess because he still haunts me, and I fear him finding me, I am still his slave. 

Verbal Abuse Is My Therapy!

One of my favorite ways to dominate is with verbal abuse, I’m the meanest little slut with a wicked tongue for insults and humiliation! When I’ve had a bad day and things are getting to fucking irritating, I like to relieve my tension with some verbal abuse. Nothing satisfies me more than calling disgusting perverts exactly what they deserve to be called—worthless filth holes and disgusting wastes of human vessels. My cunt leaks with excitement as you take every insult I have to offer you, every bit of anger in my body goes to making you understand how utterly disgusted I am at your meaningless existence. While I verbally eviscerate you and drain you for every dollar you are worth, my dark little heart leaps for joy.

Sadistic Phone Sex Murderess Gray

I’m Gray, a sadistic phone sex murderess. I’m working in the dark edges of your mind, feeding you with those desires of taboo, filthy, and sadistic pleasures. Some of my favorite sadistic fantasies are of little brats getting defiled by big daddy cocks. I love the sound of their little voices screaming as they get ripped open by huge daddy dicks. And seeing their little holes get bloodied and stretched and ripped it’s exciting for me. I videotape all of it because I make great money off of the snuff crap. This is a very lucrative business for me. And I hate brats, I’m not a breeder I’m a hater. So you know kidnapping abducting not even just I’m invasions in a family or orphanage right up my alley. We can have so much fun in an orphanage. Can you even imagine all these all these brats with no parents I said you’re nothing but burdens on society. You know we are doing the world a great favor. The best part is I take care of all of the mess well sort of you know like I dispose of them to fuck meats. It’s great having a boyfriend that works at the crematorium. I really get off on those side screams bloody murder.

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Skilled at Snuff Phone Sex

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Snuff phone sex is to die for with me. See what I did there. I may be a dark bitch, but I have a sense of humor. I enjoy life. I just enjoy it differently than most people. Where many girls my age live for social media and dating, I live for killing. I enjoy snuff. And not fantasies. The real thing. I have been killing since I was in high school. Once you get a taste for killing, you keep on killing. My first kill was orchestrated by my grandpa. I miss him. He died about 10 years ago. I like to think he would be proud of me. I had a mean girl in high school. Not that I cared what barbie dolls thought of me. It was more that this girl was relentless. And she drained my energy. She had to go. My grandpa knew she made life hard for me, and he wanted to help me kill her in a way that I would not get caught. He also taught me the two birds, one stone philosophy. I had a guy I needed taken care of too. He spread false rumors about us fucking because I rejected him. He was a loser. I was not fucking him. My uncle was savvy in all things, including computer hacking and murder. We hacked both the mean girl and the tool’s computers to make it look like they were once a thing that ended badly. Rule number one in a murder, is framing some one for your crime. And rule number two is to make sure you establish motive for your patsy. I snuck in my mean girl’s bedroom late one night and stabbed her to death. It was a blood fest. I sexually mutilated her too. That would make it look like my tool did it because sexual mutilation is often a crime of passion. My grandpa was so wise. He instilled in me not only a love for crime, but the skills to be a criminal and get away with it. My tool was arrested for my mean girl’s murder and tried as an adult. He was sentence to life in prison and all his appeals were denied. It was a crime that shook my community because the mean girl was a beloved cheerleader and the crime itself was horrific. I have gotten away with snuff sex hundreds of times since. Now, I am passing on my killer skills to men like you. Who can I help you snuff?

Snuff sex for a pre-whore

snuff sexShe was just a tiny teen walking back to her house after hanging with her friends at the park. She had no idea I was going to lead her to her doom with snuff sex. The little cunt didn’t even look at me as I said hi and waved. Uppity cunt, who the fuck did she think she was. I pretended to go the opposite way from her as she looked nervously around. Good. She felt the evil in the air. I rubbed my pinnacle hanging from my neck. Thanking the dark powers that be for a fine feast of young flesh for you tonight. Down the hill and out the trees as fast As my short legs could take me. I ended up cutting her off at the pass over the creek. Now she was shivering not from the cold, but because she knew, she knew I was going to hurt her. With A start she took off up into the woods. I Might be tiny, but I’m a fast whore! I launched myself and tackled her to the ground. She tried to scream as I brought the chloroform up to her nose. I inspected my piece of fuck property. Going in her pants and slipping a finger inside her vagina. Just as I thought, a virgin, still intact, not even a tampon had been up that little pussy! A couple of your acquaintances met me and lifted her into the trunk of my car. They were hard already for our prize little girl piggy whore. Or shall I say pre-whore. The night is only getting started and I have a taste for gangbang rape porn!gangbang rape porn

snuff sex slut for you

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I want to make you happy. I want you to be satisfied. My boyfriend told me he had wicked dreams of fucking me like a victim. Well, that’s how I became his victim, and now I am all about being used. I have always longed for the attention of a man. I grew up pretty much in an abusive home. My dad started out beating my mom, and I would see that and see that it was part of the norm. I always promised myself I would never fall into that circumstance. Well, little did I know I would be the victim of my boyfriend. I fell hard for him and did everything he asked of me. I wore my hair, make-up, and outfits how he wanted. It started subtly, but then we came over bearing much to the point where I wanted to leave. But something happened, and I realized if I went, I would not be loved. So I stayed, and I let him have all the stuff sucks he wanted, and I still let him fuck me till I bleed out.