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Castration Phone Sex Binges Makes a Sick Bitch Feel Great

castration phone sexCastration phone sex was on my mind heavily recently. Even a sick loner bitch can have bad days. Whereas some women might binge eat or indulge in some retail therapy when their life derails, I castrate losers. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel great, honestly. So, over the weekend, I went on a castration binge. I got on Tinder and swiped right on the first tiny dicked loser I saw. The lucky winner of a free castration was Kenny. His profile alone would make most women cringe. He was standing naked with a frightened turtle between his legs bragging about how good his big penis could make a woman feel. Even if he was a grower and not a shower, he was not growing another 6-inches to make that statement true. I cat fished him with fake pictures. He was so horny that he did not care when I greeted him at the door. He was a schmuck. He was a blowhard. He was about to be a ballless wonder with some genital torture sex too. Foreplay for me.  I gave him a drink. It was spiked with a bunch of Xanax. He was a big dude with a pin dick. While he thought I was giving him head, I put a castration band on him. The drugs, I knew, would not take long to kick in. He fell like a brick wall. My floor reverberated when he landed. I am tiny, but mighty. I dragged his body to the castration chair, separated the meat from the potatoes. His problem was he was all potatoes. I removed his balls with one swipe of my knife. I used a hot frying pan to seal the wound. I carved up his cock. I did not cut it off. I should have, but I wanted this loser to have a constant reminder that he lacks the equipment to satisfy any woman. This taboo phone sex bitch carved, “Tiny dick loser” into the flesh on his tiny dick. I dumped him in a park and went on to castrate loser number two. It was a busy weekend for me. So many losers in the world, and not enough time in the day.

 

Roleplay Phone Sex Helps Men Like Your Fuck Your Brats

roleplay phone sexI love roleplay phone sex calls. I am a druggy whore. I do anything for blow or anything for cash to buy coke. Ian approached me in a bar. He needed me to roleplay his mistress for him. I was confused. Why would he not just fuck me if he wanted a mistress? He offered me money and I was desperate. I was prepared to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him so I could say I earned my money. But he did not need a real mistress. He just needed me to act like I was with him last night and like we have fucked for months. It took me a bit to realize that he just needed an alibi for his estranged wife.  Their daughter is claiming daddy is diddling her every night after she goes to bed. Daddy does not live with them right now. He sneaks in though. I guess he took care of making sure not to be caught on traffic cams or household security cameras either. He did not think his daughter would remember what was going on in the middle of the night. But she woke up a few times while daddy was on top of her exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. I was just vouching that there was no way he was at their house last night because he spent the night with me.  It was really a twisted role play I landed myself in the middle of. But I was in it, and I had no way out that would not end me up in trouble if I said it was all a lie. This guy told his wife maybe if there is any truth to their daughter’s story it was not him, but her new beau. Oh. He wanted to fuck his daughter and frame her boyfriend so he could sue for custody and have his own fuck doll at home with him all the time. I had no idea if it would work. But it could work. It was kind of genius. He could have a very young teen rape porn star living with him thanks to my acting skills. I just did it for the coke money. I told him I could keep being his alibi for a regular contribution to my coke fund. What do I care if he is turning his young daughter into his private whore. Isn’t that what daughters are for?

Indigo Gets Fucked with A Crucifix 

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Indigo Gets Fucked with A Crucifix 

A bad little altar boy threw a baseball through my window and of course, I needed to punish him. I decided Blasphemy sex would teach him a lesson. 

Yesterday when the ball smashed through my window I was pissed. I told the altar boy to come back today to work off the debt. His eyes were huge when I opened the door completely naked. With a wooden crucifix in my hand. I could tell he was nervous all he could do was stutter as he looked at my rack. 

I handed him the cross and told him I needed him to rub it against my clit. Clearly, I was going to have to force the issue because he stood there just staring jaw hanging open. I grabbed his hand pushing the hard wood into it and then shoving inside my twat. His cock pitched a tent as I pushed the cross in and out of my pussy. I came all down Jesus’ face and he came there in his pants. 

Taboo Phone Sex Rape Fantasies for Little Miss Pageant Girls

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies? Are they your thing? I might be the right accomplice for you. Let me share a secret with you. P men need a female accomplice. Little girls and boys see mature women like me as maternal figures. They think we are just like their mommies, and they believe anything we say. I can lure any little one right to you. I found Susie at a little beauty pageant. I posed as a judge, and no one questioned me. I assumed the identity of a woman I kidnapped and left bound and gagged in an abandoned building. She will not be found until after I have had my fun with the little beauty queen hopefuls. I had an accomplice for this job. Ted hired me. He wanted to fuck a little pageant princess, but he needed an in. I was his in. I had a hotel room where I conducted interviews with each girl and her stage mom. I let the stage moms tell me which little angel would be the next teen rape porn star. Pageant moms live vicariously through their little girls. It is amazing how desperate these moms are. They will pimp their girls out for votes. I found a mom willing to trade her daughter’s tiny fuck holes for a vote. Dumb bitch. I have no vote to give, but I played on her desperateness. My friend, Ted, fucked the shit out of the future Miss something. He tore her virgin holes up while I filmed the action. Mom was in the other room, ignoring her daughter’s tears and screams for help. I just kept telling the girl this is what it takes to be a winner. I explained that if she wants the crown, she must go that extra mile. My accomplice, Ted, had violent rape phone sex fantasies for pageant girls.  I made his fantasy a reality. Now, how can I make your fantasy a reality?

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Prolong the Pain

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone? I think a knife is the best weapon. It prolongs the agony. I am not a fan of a quick kill, are you? I had a little girl in my basement last night. She had been in my basement for a few days just waiting, scared as a wounded bird. Her fear was intoxicating. This package was not for me though. I was hired to kidnap her for her father. But we had to plan it well, so no suspicion fell on him. He was visiting his sister when the girl went MIA on her way home from school. He is in the middle of a nasty custody battle, so he would be suspect number one. He came over last night to have fun with her after waiting patiently. I wanted to carve her up, but only after he explored his rape phone sex fantasies for his bitchy daughter. The mom was coaching the little girl to say very bad things about her daddy. I am just helped him live up to the lies. With the girl gone, there would be no support payments, no pawn in the divorce. I did not care his reasons why. I just cared about the money. He fucked her. Fucked all her tight tiny holes. They were so tiny that he split them open. She bled bright crimson red. Once he was done using her holes, however, she became mine to play with. I took my time carving up her tender flesh. I mutilated her soft skin. It was more for fun than anything. I liked listening to her scream. I mean her daddy just tore her asshole and cunt up, but she still cried out for him. She preferred her attacker to me. Most women or girls would because I am a snuff sex sadistic bitch. I believe in torture and mutilation. I believe in my victim feeling the pain. That lying little cunt got what was coming to her. Now, she is bear shit because I fed her diced up body parts to the wild animals. How do you think I have never been caught? Nature makes the finest accomplice.

Gangbang Rape Porn Fascinates Me

Gangbang rape porn fascinates me as a filthy little druggie bimbo. The more extreme, the better in fact, if I’m not struggling to breathe if you’re not fucking me hard enough or they aren’t fucking me hard enough.
My need to be banged out is the only pleasure I can feel. Forcibly plowed in my ass, and violated in my cunt are things that I masturbate to.

In fact, I need to be completely ripped open, I need to be strangled. Of course any other filthy uses of my fucked out body is even too nice, if I am still alive.

The need to be snuffed out is real. My body is fake as I am anyway. I have been reanimated many times over. Saved with surgeries.

Plastic fake Barbie that can’t even form any kind of cohesive thoughts. Please put me to use to take out all of your rage. I deserve it.

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Domination Phone Sex With Mistress Aria Will Leave You Drained!

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People come to me for one thing, mostly. Domination phone sex is what I do best, and I fucking love it. Getting to dominate your pathetic and puny ass is what I live for. I live to rise to the challenge and dominate you in any and every way. Whether it be by bondage, humiliation, or whet ever it is your dirty little sadistic heart desires. I can and will dominate you in any way you wish.

Let’s play a game where I tie you up and have my way with you completely. Will I be kind and only use my whip, or will I be cruel and use my knife to carve up some new tattoos for you? Let’s spin the wheel of fate and let it decide for us. By wheel of fate, I mean me. I choose the latter.

I can carve you up and dominate you all at once. So, let’s play my dominatrix game of knives and see what becomes of you my little puppet. I want to hear you screaming my name at the end of our fun time together. I want to hear you beg and plead for me to stop. Maybe that’s your kink and you’re some sort of masochist. Either way, you’ll be my toy and I will have my way with you.

So, what will you choose? Play with me and see how long you can last? Or will you chicken out and try again later? Either way, I’m having some fun with some piece of meat tonight, will it be yours?

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Left My Asshole Brutalized

snuff pornMy son needed his snuff porn star again last night. It was a double header of sorts for us. I am his old coke whore mommy, and he knows I never say no to him. He keeps me addicted to his primo coke. When he calls, I am there. I was still sore from the night before. The black, blue and purple marks were in their glory on my body too. I am my son’s cash cow. He streams our fun for money. He has many viewers who enjoy a brutal mommy sex show. That is what they got last night too. I did not feel any pain last night because I had my face in a bowl of coke most of the time, but boy do I feel it today. My ass hurts more than an ass rape porn star’s ass after a brutal anal gangbang. My son’s viewers love brutal ass play. They enjoy my humiliation too. My son would put my face in a bowl of coke, then in the toilet bowl. I was inhaling piss water and coke most of the night. That was nothing, however, compared to what he did to my ass. It began as anal fisting. I could hear the chimes of the money viewers were paying to see me sodomized in the most brutal way. I did a lot of coke to not feel this pain. My boy shoved his fist up my asshole and pulled out my anus. He zip tied my prolapsed asshole. That is not even the worst of what my boy did to me. He is all about making money, so he gave his viewers one hell of an anal torture sex show. He shoved his cock in my prolapsed ass and joked about how the folds of my prolapse covered his cock. Now the chimes of money were dinging left and right. The zip tie is off my ass now, but it is still prolapsed and sore. I have new bruises and a destroyed asshole, but I have coke thanks to my son and his viewers.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Need a Sexy Accomplice

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are my specialty. As a sexy switch, I can be your victim or your partner in crime. I like both roles, but lately, I have been in a dark place. I want other bitches to suffer. I suffered and survived. All the time daddy and his friends had their way with my tiny body, built character. I did not see it like that at the time, but I grew to appreciate what daddy and his cohorts did for me. There is a difference between me and most of those teen girls today. I was not a cock tease nor was I a whore. I did not wear skimpy clothes. I was not sleeping with every boy in school. Teen girls nowadays, are begging to be teen rape porn stars. Do you agree? Think about the last time you went to the mall. I bet you saw some hot teen sluts looking cute, but clearly trying to seduce men to buy them things at the mall. I never did that. I never asked or begged with my body to be fucked. I never once tried to get a man to buy me something just because I was young and cute.

I still got fucked. I got violated every night multiple times until I ran away. I want to put these cock teasing whores in their place. I bet you can agree with me that something needs to be done about the nation’s teen whore problem. I suggest fucking every slut we can. I want to be the devil on your shoulder telling you to force fuck the slut. Not just fuck her. Rip her to shreds. Destroy that pussy and that ass. I want them to hurt. I want them to bleed. I want them to understand there are consequences to cock teasing men. I beg you to let me be your accomplice phone sex partner. I want to destroy young holes with you.

Forced Sex With Dead Bodies!

Daddy forced me to have freaky sex with dead bodies for his entertainment! Of course, I knew it was wrong but daddy made me do it so I had no choice really. Daddy snuck me into this abandoned house, I had no idea how on earth he had found this dead body, maybe he killed him… all I remember is the smell. So sickening and wrong as I climbed on top of him, the cold flesh of the dead made my skin crawl but daddy didn’t care. He told me I was going to learn how to please every kind of cock, even the dead ones. Daddy laughed like a maniac as I slid the limp dead dick inside me, I cried and puked and begged for daddy to let me stop. I was beyond traumatized by the time daddy started jacking off all over my tits and even getting some of his cum on the dead guy’s face. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time, daddy had a kink for sex with dead bodies that I just couldn’t escape….