Snuff sex is the best if you ask me. Fuck them and kill them. I am not one for pillow talk. I am not one for cuddling either. Once I cum, my need for a guy is over. Just like once you fuck a tender age slut, you don’t want to send her home to rat you out as a dirty P man, right? They lose their usefulness. Normally, I don’t kill my accomplices, but I rarely fuck them either. Ted hired me to procure him a virgin school girl. At the age he wanted, finding a virgin was not difficult. Ted was not a creepy fat fuck driving a white van with a mattress in the back who is forced to register with the police department whenever he moves. He was a handsome, sophisticated and intelligent man. He wanted a young girl because he could afford it. Enough money gets you whatever you want in this world. He had a rape fantasy involving a super young girl. I made it come true for a price. I think I got super horny watching a good looking dude fuck a little bitch. Of course, I was also aroused by her screams. After it was clear he was done with her, I killed her. That turned him on. His dick got hard again when he thought he was drained dry by that bald tight slit. Never underestimate the sex appeal of a snuff porn bitch. I carved up that little beauty queen and fed her to the coyotes. We fucked like wild animals afterwards. Her blood was still on his dick and all over my body. After he came, he tried to cuddle. Like what the fuck man? I just killed the little slut you assaulted. Do you think I wanna spoon? He got a knife to the chest. It’s a knee jerk reaction to any attempt at intimacy. I fuck and I kill. I was a tad remorseful because a good cock shouldn’t go to waste. But, he shouldn’t have tried to spoon. A spoon gets the knife every time.
Tag: Taboo phone sex
Snuff Sex is the Best Sex
Necrophilia phone sex
I am held hostage to my new master. He napped me from a club while I was with friends. He took me to a secret place of his that was in the middle of no where. He got me naked and tied my body up. I looked around me and saw little bodies that were pale and not moving. They were covered in blood. He asked me if I liked their little holes and what he had done with them.
He took his cock out and started ramming it in the tinniest girl I saw. She did not look dead like the others. She seemed like she was hanging on her last little line of life. He fucked her cunt hard and deep and put his hands around her neck. I heard it cracking and popping as he was blowing his load inside of her. I hope I am not next.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Won’t Let You Sleep
Those rape phone sex fantasies won’t let you sleep huh? Thinking about how those girls with their tiny bodies just keep on taunting you. You try to be good and not stare at them. But, you’re a fucking pervert and you can’t help how you feel. I know. Running around on that playground flashing you their little panties as they run playfully not realizing the doom they could be facing. Your cock is growing harder by the minute and you can feel the pre-cum seeping through your underwear. You hope that none of their mommies notice you sitting there on that bench looking like the creepy “P” daddy you are. Those precious little ones, so hot and tempting. Here I sit like a devil on your shoulder. Edging you closer and closer to go snag one of them while an unsuspecting mom is looking the other way. Do you see your chance yet? Be patient. It will come. Then all your sick, perverted fantasies can come true. If you finally get the balls to actually do it this time.
My Gal Pal
My gal pal Kerri and went to a local BDSM club. We were looking for sadists who really wanted to beat the bloody mess out of us. Just like me blood turns right the fuck on. The smell, the look, and the pain that comes with extracting it out of my body We found one who said he wanted to have us both and he promised our flesh would be torn up from head to toe. And that we would be to weak from the loss of blood to walk out. We would have to be carried out. We called his bluff and followed him back to part of the club that had all sorts of whips, chains, Knives, and other torture devices I did not even recognize. I could feel my cunt creaming in my pants and I could see the look on Kerri’s face. I knew she was just as sloppy wet as I was.
Bondage Phone Sex Gone Deadly
It started off as bondage phone sex. I met him on Tinder and we just had phone sex for weeks. He said he was married. I have phone sex for a living, so having phone sex with him was not a problem. Last night his wife decided to go on an overnight with her sister, so he invited me over. I knew it was risky. His wife could come home anytime unexpectedly. Or, he could be the modern day Ted Bundy. I like risk, however. It is what makes me a great kinky fetish slut. He had a room for bondage. His bed was even designed for a slave complete with sleeping quarters in a cage underneath. This man was a serious lifestyle master. My cunt got wet thinking of how risky this was for me. Until now, we had never met. Anything he told me, was likely a lie because I saw no family pictures anywhere when I entered his place. Plus, if his wife was a lifestyle sub, why did he need her to be gone to bring me over. Despite the glaring red flags, I walked into the trap willingly. Once I was tied to his kinky bed, it was obvious snuff porn was on his mind with me as the star. He whipped my back so hard, I bled. He carved whore across my boobs with a pocket knife. He burned my body with a fat stogie. He pissed into my burn wounds and the cuts on my flesh. He sodomized my ass for hours. First with his cock, then with his fist. My ass prolapsed. I knew I should scream for help or beg for mercy but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Honestly, I was enjoying the pain and torture. What the fuck is wrong with me? Nothing. I am just a submissive taboo phone sex slut who loves to be abused.
Castration Phone Sex Therapy
Castration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay. I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife. I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?
Kinky Taboo Phone Sex Slut
When guys know you are a taboo phone sex slut, they like to push the boundaries; take you out of your comfort zone. I met Todd on Tinder. He was looking for a party slut who liked to get kinky. I was looking for free coke. We were in his living room doing lines of snow and sharing kinky fetishes and experiences. He wanted to show me his dungeon. He had a BDSM dungeon in his basement. It was perfect for keeping a prisoner because the walls were padded and sound proof. There were no windows. Once I was down there, I got nervous. I thought I may never be seen again if I went into the basement with him. He had quite a few devices for male torture too. I joked that I could be be the executioner when I saw his full body leather suit. It looked bad ass. He put it on and he looked like a medieval executioner. I thought he might have snuff sex ideas, but he didn’t. He wanted to torture my pussy and ass, but he didn’t want to kill me. He laid down on a bench. His face mask had a dildo with spikes attached as a mouth piece. He had me squat over his face. He held me up by my ass as he lowered me down on his mouth dildo. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I was riding his face but getting fucked hard. I was squirting everywhere, but bleeding too. The dildo was tearing my cervical canal. What is wrong with me? He was likely ruining my pussy, or at the very least ensuring I couldn’t fuck for a while. I am a true pain slut, but he took my pain to a new level. I can’t wait to hook up with him again.
Brutal Porn
I took this extreme brutal porn job that I saw on one of sex websites. I knew I could handle this task since I love getting beat the fuck up. I went to the address that was provided for me. The door was unlocked. Walking in there was a little bit of light coming from a lamp on the other end of the room. I walked towards the light and from behind I was grabbed. A hand came over my mouth and one on my throat. Both hand tightly pressed against me I was being dragged backwards and I was thrown on a dirty mattress laying on the floor in the dark corner of the room. I could not see anything and when I studdard out the words who is that I felt a hard as fuck kick to my twat. I screamed and bundled up into the fetal position. The pain was intense and went shivering up my body. I could hear a voice say “stupid bitch.” I thought this was going to be a porn shoot. I quickly realized that was not the case. There were no cameras no one else but the man in the shadows and me.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Cum True
Rape phone sex fantasies get me wet. I think they get many women wet, just most women are not kinky sluts like me, so they won’t admit that they have dark fantasies like this. I am seeing this guy. He is dominant of course. He asked me about my deep dark fantasies. I told him I had rape fantasies. He told me you couldn’t take the willing. I never thought about it like that. We got to drinking Friday night and having some hot S&M games. He had me wear a face mask, so I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, the alarm to his house went off. We heard glass shattered first. His dog was barking and with the alarm, we knew there was an intruder. I couldn’t see what was going on as the mask was locked to my face. I heard my man arguing with a guy, pleading for our lives, then a gunshot and a thud. I was screaming for my boyfriend, but another man answered instead. I was punched in the face right before I felt my legs being pulled apart. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I could feel I was being force fucked. I could taste blood, my blood as it trickled from my nose to my mouth. I screamed, but I was punched again. After what seemed like hours of being assaulted, my mask was ripped off. There was my boyfriend and a friend laughing at me. “Still have rape fantasies,” he inquired? They laughed at scaring me half to death, assaulting my pussy and punching my face so hard that I bled. I had been punked. Cruel joke but it made my pussy wetter than ever. What is wrong with me? I begged him to punk me again soon. I am such a sick bitch.
Sex with Dead Bodies
Sex with dead bodies is better than it sounds. I don’t date. I am not exactly the type of girl who excels in the online dating bullshit. I am a sadistic bitch. I have dark fantasies. I hate most people. I don’t look at men with googly eyes like most girls. I see a man and I just wonder if he is accomplice material or victim material. I don’t often look at a guy and say, “Damn, I’d like to fuck him.” But, I am a woman, with needs like any other woman. I have a mortician friend who lets me know when a fresh body comes in with what I need. What I don’t need is a small dick or romantic bullshit. I am like a praying mantis female. After sex, I just assume bite my lover’s head off than cuddle. Men only serve a purpose when they are helping me kill. My friend let’s me know if a man comes into the morgue with rigor mortis in the right places. I come in ride the donkey until I cum. I get off and I don’t feel the need to bite the head off my lover. He can’t say anything annoying. He can’t attempt to cuddle or do small talk. Ideally, I prefer to kill them myself. It is more satisfying, but the problem with that is sometimes my desire for a nice cock is gone when the loser it is attached too begs for mercy and shit. At the morgue, it is just a hard cock. I hop on and hop off and a corpse can’t kill the mood like a live victim. My ideal lover is one who is willing to die for my sexual pleasure. Is that you? You most have a big cock and a desire to die quietly.