Tag: Taboo phone sex

Evil phone sex whore Stephanie

evil phone sex

I’m looking for a man that can match my twisted desires and enjoy the most fucked up and evil phone sex with me. I have quite a few deranged fantasies that I want to explore with you but there is one that I can’t get out of my sick, little head tonight. I’m craving the blood of a tiny, innocent bitch and I know exactly where to find one. The little bitch next door looks delicious and I want to help you eat her up! Her window is only a few feet away and with the right help, I could have her splayed open and filled with your cum, in no time! I just need you there to force fuck her little holes while I’m ripping out handfuls of her hair and slicing huge chunks of her skin off. I want to hear her gurgling on her blood when you shove your cock in her mouth and start choking her. Let me pluck her tiny eyes out and chew on them while you’re destroying her tiny cunt and asshole. I can’t wait to run my tongue from the base, all the way to the head and lick all of her blood off of your big, thick shaft! Call me and help make me cum before I sneak over and start pulling this little bitch through her bedroom window.

Accomplice Phone Sex? Who Do You Want to Kill Today?

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex. I kill a lot of folks solo. Sometimes, I am just the hired help to kill someone, and other times, I am just that annoyed at someone. Either way, it is more fun to snuff someone with an accomplice. I had the joy of a revenge kill last night. And it was not the typical revenge murder for hire either. This guy did not want to kill a woman who done him wrong or who ignored him. This guy wanted to kill his high school bully, who appears to still be a bully. According to my client, the target made his life a living hell in school. My client just got stronger with time. Smarter too. He is a technology genius and has sold a bunch of apps for a lot of money. I got my money up front just in case he was posing. For murder for hire jobs, I take Bitcoin only. Large cash payments draw suspicion when someone dies or goes missing. My client had some rape phone sex fantasies for the victim. They always do, it is just usually a woman they are force fucking one last time. If my client wanted to butt fuck some bully before I killed him, no skin off my nose.

I lured the target away. He was a sexual predator anyway. I have been researching and studying this guy for weeks. I would have killed him for free if I had just met him on my own. When I got him to my kill shack, I gave him a spiked drink. Once he was disoriented, my client made his appearance. He made the former high school bully his ass rape porn star. He fucked him the traditional way for a bit before he grabbed a huge baseball bat and shoved it up his ass. This is not my typical revenge scenario, but it was just as hot, maybe hotter. I castrated the target while he got sodomized. This was not about him getting off. This was about my client getting closure. And he did. I paralyzed the victim with a drug while I dismembered his body slowly. Before I fed him to the wildlife in pieces, I put his severed balls in his mouth. My own spin on a ball gag. Hey, you want to get rid of someone? I do not care who the victim is, as long as you pay my way.

Bondage Phone Sex is Fun, But Real-Life Bondage is Just Painful

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is fun for me. On the phone, it is just fantasy. Sometimes, I get so fucked up that I forget where fantasy ends, and reality begins. I think because I did a fantasy on the phone, I can do it in real life. It never works out that way. When I saw an ad for a bondage whore, I applied. I thought I could handle it. I needed the money for some fun money. Well, coke money. That is my fun money. The guy just wanted to photograph a woman utilizing his new bondage equipment. He is a designer of BDSM equipment. I would be helping him promote his new line. Seemed like the most legit gig of my life. It was not legit. He did make bondage equipment, but the ad was just a ploy to get a snuff sex whore for personal use. He did tie me up and take photographs. But it was what he did in between shots that had me wishing I had never seen his ad. He used a spider gag in my mouth so he could piss down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. He put a labia spreader strap on me, pulling my cunt lips apart so he could fist me. He did use lube but got his arm inside of me elbow deep. I felt that. He has a big arm. I thought he might pull my girl parts out with him. He was taking pictures, but I knew this was for his personal spank bank. He put me in his metal stockade so he could fuck me ass. He shoved his cock in and out of my asshole using one his new floggers on my back. My ass got a better work out than an ass rape porn star.  I got my money, but this bondage experience was nothing like a phone call. A call never left me bruised, battered and sore as fuck.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies Don’t Always Go As Planned

home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex fantasies are not as common as some of the other types of requests I get. But I do love a good B&E fantasy. The other night, I was living a real B&E fantasy, but it turned into a nightmare. I was with this guy I met on the dark net. He wanted to break into this house and fuck this teenage girl who cock teases him. He told me she gave him her address. I thought he was joking at first, but he was dead serious. He had it all planned out. It did not matter if I wanted to break into the home of this teen twat and her family or not. I was an accessory one way or another, so I might as well join him. If I did not get arrested, I would have a hot taboo phone sex story to share. And, I do!

This girl appeared alone in the house. We broke in through a window that was left open. It was a cool night, around 70 degrees, so they likely had the AC off. Nice, gated neighborhood. I am sure very little crime happens here. We went through the house, and something seemed off to me I wanted to go, but he would not listen. No parents anywhere. Who leaves their teenage girl at home in the wee hours of the night? I started to think about this old movie, The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane. I thought maybe she killed her parents, and they are rotting in the basement. I had a bad feeling, but my friend was dead set on fucking this teen girl. He even had it in his mind she wanted him to do this so they could fuck.

I stood outside keeping guard while he explored his teen rape porn dreams. It did not go as he had planned. I heard screaming and it was not a girl’s scream, LOL. He came running out of the room bleeding between his legs. That little cock tease tried to castrate him. It was almost like she planned on him sneaking into her house to fuck her. She is the little girl who lived down the lane. I grabbed a towel, and we ran out of there like we were on fire. She stabbed in the balls. He was not castrated, but he is out of commission for a while. He should have listened to me. Something was off. This young girl set him up. She might be a future snuff queen. Maybe I need to talk to her. I know where she hangs out.

Leg Fetishist Slashes Legs off Pretty Teen

Bloody phone sexLet’s skip the kidnapping, the bondage and the slow introduction to my demise. I know you want to get into the good stuff, and my killer had so much fun with my body. Do you know that magic act where a magician slices the legs of his beautiful assistant, her legs seemingly still moving after being cut apart? How about if the magician never put her back together. My fetishistic killer took a chainsaw to my beautiful legs, telling me he wanted to preserve them. You would not believe the bloodcurdling scream I let out as he split me, with me begging him to stop and, later, begging him to kill me. Once he got my legs, he took the time to put them on his worktable. He was going to work, but only once he could get some quiet. That’s when he took his cock and shoved it down my throat, choking me until I passed out. At my top half, he hacked away, blood squirting from all parts, waking me. It was only when he chopped off my head that I stopped screaming. Who knew I had legs to kill for?

Killer Phone sex Fire Lover Harper

Killer Phone sex

Killer phone sex for all the men in my life who like to play with fire.  Deadly, body-melting fire! I love everything about the hot flames and the white-hot heat that fire gives us. And I just can’t get over how fire consumes everything and it’s path. Fire doesn’t discriminate fire just takes what it wants for fuel melting, burning, and leaving only ashes and bones in its wake. Fire is a living being, breathing, eating, and reproducing all in a matter of seconds. Cultures worship the flame, and rightfully so! The most majestic and delay of all the elements Fire is a perfect addition to snuff play for a killer like me.   One of my favorite hobbies is to go walking through a forest that has caught on fire and seeing all the destruction that it has left.

Bodies of creatures taken by the flames show me how important the fire is for cleansing cleaning out all the rubbish. I’m sure that you understand the amount of destruction fire can bring. If you ever put in a house fire or had your car engine catch on fire and then you know that you are close to death. It takes just a second for fire to take its hold The true killer if there ever was one.

And when you set fire to a body things that happen are just so wonderful. Your flesh starts to melt and cook and crisp up. And all those nerve endings underneath the skin and even into the first layer of your muscle light up bigger than the flames could ever could. Searing intense never-ending pain. I once poured hot boiling water on me and I swear that I was going to die.  Fire is the best accomplice because there are so many ways fire can kill! I remember how It left a nice little blister bubbles and took a while to heal. I was in pain the whole process nothing really helps not pain pills, not creams. Just think about those wards with all those little fire victims The skin grass that has immense pain. Fun fact most people who are set on fire or involved in a fire that is burning out of control, they welcome death by smoke inhalation first.

That’s why the made-up hell of the Christian God always talks about burning because they know it is the most extreme pain and that’s a horrible way to die, imagine never dying of being burned continuously. There would be no mind no rational thought only blazing hurt. So when people talk about the most painful way to die during my accomplice phone sex I always tell them fire. Whether I have to pour gasoline on your body or throw you into a crematorium dying by fire is always the most brutal.  Burn for me, baby!

Snuff Phone Sex is What I Do

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is my specialty. I am on a snuff site for a reason. I come with a warning label, “Does not play well with others.” I don’t want to be your mommy. I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I don’t want to change your diaper you pathetic fuck. And I don’t want to be your sissy trainer. I cannot believe the IMs I get daily from losers who do not read. They think because I do phone sex, that I am a do it all kind of phone sex gal. Nope. I only cater to a man’s darker desires. If you want to be killed or castrated, you are in the right place. If you have rape phone sex fantasies for anyone but me, you are in the right place. If you need a partner in crime to help you kidnap, torture, fuck, murder anyone but me, you found your gal. You are starting to get the picture, right?

I had a guy call me last night to change his poopy diaper. I had to ask him twice what he said because I was in such disbelief that a fucking grown ass man would be in a fucking Pamper shitting himself and expect me to be kind and nurturing. Look at me you fucktard. I am a Goth girl holding a knife in almost every picture I have. I am not holding wet wipes or a clean diaper. I think sissies, and adult diaper boys are the dregs of society. I castrate and kill pathetic losers like them. Been doing that long before I ever started doing taboo phone sex. I have no respect or tolerance for callers who cannot figure out that I am not Mary Sunshine. The call did not go as he planned, but one less loser diaper boy stalking us phone sex babes. You have been warned. I am a dark dark bitch.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy are Common and Hot

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are common in men like you, especially when you see a woman like me. I am a party mom. I am high more often than sober. I fuck a lot of guys. I fuck my sons too, but I get that not all women fuck their boys. I understand how sexually frustrating it must be for a young boy to see his mother spreading her legs for everyone but him. I am no cock teasing mommy. But there are many out there. I never mind role playing the mother who finally gets what is coming to her. Sometimes, I met men in the real world who feel just like my callers do-resentful of mommy for fucking every other young boy but him. I got to do a hot roleplay phone sex scenario with this guy and his friends. It was like straight out of a caller’s fantasy, but this was in a seedy bar bathroom instead. Th guy offered me coke to live out one of his darkest fantasies. I was high but wanted to be higher, so I took the coke and ran with it. My son caught me fucking all his school friends. I was being a wasted, gangbang whore for his friends, but ignoring the horny boy I had at home. My son decided to fuck his mommy in front of his friends. He wanted to show his friends that mommy belonged to him first. I was down for that. With his friends’ cum dripping off my body, my boy through me down on the ground and fucked my ass. He shoved his cock in my ass like a dirty ass rape porn star. I screamed in pain, but the friends did not stop my boy. They enjoyed watching a mommy whore get what was coming to her. It was a hot role play with a bunch of random strangers. I got fucked and I got coke. How could I complain?

Snuff Porn Auditions Help Me Scout Young Talent for Clients Like You

 

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition last week. My first in a long time. I was not the young starlet who gets slaughtered for once. I was the sexy executioner. I showed up in jeans and a sexy top. I was immediately hired. I know the director well. We go way back. This is a legitimate snuff outfit. No one is really dying, even though I know sometimes the young starlets wish they were dying. I have been there. The pay was too good to pass up for a day’s work. Plus, I was double dipping in a way. I was looking for a young starlet for a client. He wanted a barely legal girl down on her luck for his private streaming station.  It would be a good dig for a strung-out young woman. She’d get room and board. She’d be given all the drugs she wanted t00. She would just be a torture sex doll on camera. Snuff starlets make the best candidates for gigs like I was scouting for.

Once my makeup was done, the director put me in a tee-shirt that said, “I Love Lesbians.” It makes the starlet feel safer. Like she will not be ravaged as hard if her co-star is not a man. A hard pill for many young girls to learn is that women can be more brutal than any guy. Once the director yelled, “Action,” she quickly learned that lesson. I started fisting her pussy and ass. I choked her. I slapped her. I put on my strapon and ravaged her tiny teen holes. She was legal. She was used, but still tight. I saw the needle marks on her feet. She is a junkie whore trying to hide her addiction. Once we were done with our legal movie, I told her the real money is in underground snuff movies. I took her to meet my client and he was so happy he gave me a bonus. In one day, with one whore, I made enough money to pay all my bills and party like a rockstar for a few months. Snuff pays.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Favorite

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. I can do so many things with a knife, like slice you open or cut off your balls, or maybe even your dick. I do not mess around. I am a sadistic bitch. I must be nice to some of you because I was told I have an attitude problem. Duh. I do not play well with others. Most humans annoy the fuck out of me. I don’t flirt. I don’t do small talk. If I greet you on the phone or on a chat in a way that seems opposite of my looks or bio, it is because I want to keep my job. It has nothing to do with me liking you or wanting to fuck you. I am not a friendly chick. I am certainly not a flirty one either. John found out the hard way that me saying excuse me as I pushed him out of my way on the way to the restroom does not mean I liked him. The loser followed me into a single restroom because he thought “Excuse Me,” meant “Fuck me please.” I was not at work. I did not have to be nice. I could show him what a snuff sex addict I am. I always have a few knives strapped to my body because you never know when you might have to shank a bitch. John was that bitch. I have no clue his real name. He did not offer it up when he followed me into the bathroom. And I did not ask it before I cut his dick and balls off. He thought he was getting lucky with a Goth Girl. I was the one that got lucky because John was a stupid fucker who cannot read social cues. If he thought he could fuck me with an “Excuse, me,” imagine what he would expect from some girl who smiled or actually said hello. This taboo phone sex bitch did the world a favor by castrating that mother fucker. Consider yourself warned. Do not mistake anything I do as wanting to fuck you. You are my accomplice or my victim.