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Accomplice phone sex can be a real fun ride, Daddy!

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex can be a real fun ride, Daddy! I am now a lover of all things dark and twisted, especially when it comes to serial killers. There is something about their raw power and dominance that gets me soaking fucking wet. The way they take control and inflict pain on their victims, it sends shivers down my spine. My favorite is my serial killer Daddy, he knows just how to fulfill my darkest desires.

Being an accomplice to my Daddy’s heinous acts is like a thrilling game for me. The rush of adrenaline I get as we plan and execute our next victim is indescribable. Daddy’s voice, commanding and deadly, telling me what to do and how to do it, makes me cum so hard. I am his right hand girl, his partner in crime, and it brings me so much pleasure.

Ramirez, Dahmer, Kemper, they were true artists in their craft. The way they raped, tortured, and murdered their victims, it’s mesmerizing. And I aspire to be just like them, to carry out the truest form of pleasure. I dream of snatching up a sweet, fresh girl and taking her to a secluded place. Daddy and I would have our fun with her, in every way imaginable, until she is nothing but a bloody lump. And then we would feed her to the pigs, a perfect way to dispose of the evidence.

He loves it when I seduce our victims, when I play my part in luring them towards their inevitable demise. And I love it when he praises me, he shoves that thick bloody cock down my throat, showing me how proud he is of all my hard work. He shoots a thick wad of cum down my throat and I just need more. I love when Daddy gets his dick all dirty and bloody. 

So if you’re into hot murder phone sex fantasies and want to indulge in some snuff, then give us a call. We guarantee you a wild and unforgettable ride. And who knows, you might even get to meet us in person. Just remember, no one can resist the twisted allure of a hot and violent teen whore like me. Daddy and I are always ready for our next prey.

 

Rape phone sex fantasies are what some sluts have

Women have Rape phone sex fantasies too. Especially when you were raised in nasty torture fucking from your dirty uncle. My uncle loved ripping my ass open. Now when I get in my mood, I like to find myself a young whore to use. Just like my uncle. I have a special double-sided dildo that I use to open up their tight holes. It is so special because the harder and deeper I fuck them, the harder my pussy gets fucked too.

Rape phone sex fantasies

So, when I was driving by and I saw a street hooker who was no older than I was when my uncle first took my cunty, walking alone I pulled up. She looked scared “Are you lost?” I asked. “You don’t look like you belong out here” I said with a fake smile. “She agreed” timidly. “I can give you a ride” I said, and she hopped right in. “Where can I take you?” I asked. “Your house” she replied. After some investigating, I found out it was her first night out there.

All I could think of was how great that I was the first one to pick her up. Since she told me her daddy drove her out the house because he was too touchy and would fuck her mouth, I knew she would be easy to take. I put something in her soda that would make her sleepy and forget what happened. I learned that trick from my sadistic uncle. Therefore, when she passed out, I set my camera for some Ass rape porn with this little slut.

She looked so hot, limp and naked with her young ass in the air. After rubbing my cunt with her fingers and even her face. I put my big strap on. I knew it would rip her little asshole open.  I taped her mouth and lubed her little butthole by licking her. It was feeling good to her because she let out a few moans even though she was very drugged up.

After lobbing up my strap I slammed it into her.  It woke her up right away, but I didn’t care. I fucked her hard because it was fucking my cunt hole hard too. It didn’t take long for me to squirt. There was blood and pussy juices dripping everywhere. Her face had tears and fear coming from her eyes. She reminded me of myself when my uncle first used me. 

Snuff Porn and Cuddling Results in Your Death Cuz I’m Not Your Girlfriend

snuff pornHe asked me if I wanted to watch snuff porn and cuddle. So, I killed him. It was the cuddle part that made me reactive. The thought of spooning a human being makes me angry. It is no secret that I am a loner and a sick bitch. Never felt the need for romance or coupling. Not my style. Even when I think I meet someone who gets me, they ruin it eventually.

Dave and I had a nice run. We hunted and killed some girls together. He started off as a client. He hired me to kill his stepdaughter who he knocked up. Although most of my clients seem too squeamish to do the killing themselves, David had no problem grabbing a knife and helping me. I gave him a taste for bloody torture sex, and he wanted more. Although I am a loner, I do enjoy killing girls with an accomplice. However, men, I kill all by myself because what I do to a man’s junk leaves most men too sick to participate. Sympathy pains I think, LOL.

Men Do Not Heed My Warnings and End Up Dead and That’s on Them

But David assisted me killing 8 girls. We made several snuff flicks together. Things seemed like they were going well. Then last night after the Super Bowl, he popped in a snuff flick and got romantic. So fucking disappointing. Since I keep a knife always strapped to my body, it was like a knee jerk reaction. He put his arms around me and whispered sweet nothings about falling in love with me.  Like a cat with a furball stuck in its throat, I gagged a bit then stabbed him in the gut.

Fuck. He ruined my couch. And it really went with the rug. Now my favorite couch needed to be burned to get rid of the DNA. Although I do not think he had anyone in his life who would notice he was gone but me, I still burned the couch along with him. Hey, I warned him like I warn all men. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch, not your girlfriend.

Violent Phone Sex Turns My Son On More Than Anything

violent phone sexMy boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.

He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.

Mommy is My Son’s Favorite Punching Bag

Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.

But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.

Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Torture sex gets my pussy gushing like an artery!

Torture sex

Torture sex gets my pussy gushing like an artery! I know for you there is no greater thrill than seeing the fear and agony in some little slut’s eyes. I love it too Daddy! The power and dominance that comes with inflicting pain on fresh meat gets me so fucking wet. It turns me into a rabid animal who constantly needs more.

I was thinking it would be so much fun for us to find some toys to play with. We’ll find a sweet young thing, maybe babysitting out some where in the middle of nowhere. We will taunt her, call the house and make obscene noises. We will tell her how we want to lick that pretty piggy cunt of hers. We will make her blood run cold with that hot thick cock of yours.

I love to take my time with them. I like to make them think they are eventually going to be let go, as if it was all a bad dream. But no, Daddy, no way! I wanna make sure you use up those holes as much as you want, as hard as you want. I will beg you to make that little pussy bleed from your cock, I love the taste of that sweet young blood.

Let’s find some innocent meat and have ourselves some fun. We’ll stuff their tight holes and make new ones to fuck when we get bored. And when you’re in need of some intense pleasure, just give me a call for some hot and wet Violent phone sex. Trust me, you won’t regret it.

He Forced Me to Engage in Blasphemy Sex

blasphemy sexHe forced me into blasphemy sex. Although I am not religious now, I was raised as a Catholic girl. My mother had two lives. The good Catholic church going woman who the church thought was a saint. And the incest loving cocaine loving dirty mom who my brother and I knew was no saint at all. I loved her dichotomy.

Now I possess that same sort of dichotomy. On the outside I look like a normal soccer mom. Occasionally, I go to church but not as much as I should or did. I do have a lot of naughty things to confess. Like the fact that I too love fucking my sons and partying with coke.  When Dave called me telling me he had coke for me, I knew we had to hang out.

But the addy he gave me was for my church. Well, the church I went to as a little girl with my mother. He wanted blasphemy phone sex to party with him. A few hail Mary’s and God will forgive me, right? Secretly, I apologized to God, as Dave made me admonish the Almighty for his darker counterpart, Satan. I felt like God might strike me down at any moment as I cursed his existence while doing lines of coke off Dave’s cock.

Fuck the Almighty One, Hail Satan

We partied in my old church. Fucked on the red velvet alter leaving cum stains everywhere. Dave pissed in the coffers, and I masturbated my naughty cunt with a cross I saw hanging. Big ass cross too. Gaped my cunt and ass. I will be honest here. Being naughty in a church I went to as a little girl felt incredibly dirty and taboo. But I did it for the coke.

Dave is a devil worshiper I discovered. We hailed Satan while fucking in almost every pew. Left my mark and scent everywhere I could. Not often I go to church anymore as a taboo phone sex whore, but boy, this visit will land me in hell for good.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Can Be Difficult To Find

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners are hard to find. Most men think I am pranking them when I tell then we should go out and find a young whore to fuck and torture. Either they think I am crazy, or they think I am setting them up. Perhaps, I am a little crazy. You do not get raised like I did and do not come out a little warped on the other side. But I am not fooling or pranking men. I enjoy hunting for girl meat with a partner.

And I think most men enjoy hunting with me too. Think about it. You meet a blonde babe in a bar. You share some adult drinks. Get to talking and she suggest that the two of you explore your rape phone sex fantasies together. Like how fucking hot is that. Well, that’s just what happened with Jacob last night. We met a seedy little bar where I find lots of men down to violate tender age flesh together.

Let me tell you something. I make a great accomplice. Not only do I have an eye for talent, but I also can lure talent away much easier than you can. This bar I frequent is next to a no tell motel. Perfect for taking a little whore to and fucking her brains out. Jacob seemed impressed with my preparedness. I had disguises in the car ready to put on, drugs to knock our victim out and I rented the no tell motel room with a stolen credit card.

Hunting with a Partner is Way More Fun

We drove around for a bit and found a young girl walking home from the park. It was dusk, and I told her I knew her mom and she got in the car with me. Jacob hid in the back seat, and we drugged her with a quick needle in the arm. I carried her into the motel room, like she was my sleeping daughter. Jacob tied her to the bed after I removed her clothes.

And we made a teen rape porn from a seedy roadside motel. She never woke up. After Jacob sodomized her and popped her cherry, we left her in the bed to sleep it off. Hotel staff will find her in the morning and the little cunt will not remember a thing. We cleaned up her cunt, took the sheets with us and sanitized the place before we left. No DNA will be found in that room at least. Would you hunt with me?

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies Should Be Harnessed

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex tendencies. When I was a schoolgirl, some shrink diagnosed me as clinically psychotic. My parents worried about me. I was a quiet girl. A Goth girl too. No friends but my grandpa. But I did not need any friends but him. He saw potential in me. He saw me in him. Perhaps the serial killer gene skips a generation. My youth mirrored that of the fictional character Dexter. However, I never spent time locked in a storage shed with my mother’s dead body.

My grandpa taught me how to kill. As a schoolgirl I acted impulsively. Like the time I killed my bully when she followed me home and began taunting me. To this day, she is still listed as a missing person. That’s because my grandpa covered up her death for me over 20 years ago. He carried her dead body to our farm, put her in a wood chipper and used her evil ground up bits as hog feed. I am a killer phone sex bitch because of my grandpa.

My Grandpa Turned Me Into a Stone Cold Killer

I miss him. He made me the smart killer I am today. He too learned to harness his psychotic nature. When I was little, he ran a prison, and often tortured death row inmates as a way of getting out his anger and tending to his violent needs. Eventually the state shut down his prison, and he retired. But he did not stop killing and torturing people. He helped me with my hit list. I had a long list of school bullies and teachers I wanted to hurt. And he helped me kill and torture them all.

In the process, he taught me how to kill smartly. And he shared with me key principles I carry with me today, like do not kill folks with a connection to you. Find a surrogate. Do not kill in your own back yard, which means never bring a victim back to your place or kill someone in your neighborhood. Find a place not connected to you to kill, like my kill shack in the woods.

Grandpa was my first accomplice phone sex partner. The only one worth a damn in my life. So, now, I am looking for a new hunting buddy. Some one I can mentor just like my grandpa did for me. Is that you?

Taboo phone sex and Valentine’s Day

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex tickles my fancy. Unlike Valentine’s Day, which I hate. I want to feel loved and cherished, but I am alone and lonely. Where is my cupid? Where is my Romeo with his hard cock that cannot wait to come home with flowers and jewelry to spoil his queen?  I am waiting patiently for my dark knight to arrive and dominate me and take control of my body, mind, and soul.  He must be one to push the limits of taboo and use me as his little sex slave and tortured love. I want him to strangle me and fuck my face with his hard, thick cock. I need him to penetrate my pussy with his dark evil shaft. Where is the one with the dark mind and shattered soul that knows how to wrap his hands around my throat and feel my pain?