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Bloody Phone Sex Battles for Survival Make Good Entertainment

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex and Killtober go together. I’ve always enjoyed a blood bath. When I kill, I rarely do it neatly. Which is why I feed my victims to the bears and coyotes after I finish with them. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime. My grandpa told me that. He said I should never bury a body because eventually that body will make an appearance, and my DNA would be somewhere on the body. Wise words from a wise killer. Even though I know I am not in the system, I never take unnecessary risks.

Last night, my victims helped kill each other. I drugged and kidnapped two blonde schoolgirls. Total twats. The kind of chicks that milk men of their money and never put out. These two girls looked like stereotypical mean girls. Although, I could have just sold them into slavery for a pretty penny, I felt like some torture sex.

They both woke up tied to sawhorses in my dungeon room. I wanted to pit them against each other. Play psychological games with them. So, I gave each girl a knife and told them the last one standing gets to live. They looked at each other like they could not do it. But I knew one of those sluts would make a move first and I could watch a bloody royale between teen twats.

It Excites Me to Watch What Folks Will Do to Each Other to Survive

And sure enough one made the first move. I relished the blood bath. They stabbed each other hesitantly at first with guilt in their eyes. But that fight for survival became stronger with each jab of the knife into the other’s flesh. They could have attempted to gang up on me with the knives they had. But they did not go that route. Not that it would have worked because I was prepared just in case. Instead, they stabbed each other’s tits and stomach. Sliced their arms and faces.

But in the end, they just stabbed each other in the gut so many times that their insides began to spill out all over my floor. Neither girl would leave my dungeon. Even if one girl won the battle, I did not plan to let either of them go. I just enjoy watching dumb cunts betray each other for survival.

Everyone has a killer phone sex side. It just takes the right situation to kick in. And when it does, I like to sit back and enjoy the blood bath.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies At The Strip Club

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Sometimes murder phone sex fantasies are closer to reality than people think. All someone needs is an idea that creates a spark in the mind and the gears start turning. The Sins R 4-Ever club is one of the most popular places in town especially for bachelor parties. I’ve loved every day of working there because guys view me as a stupid ,drugged out whore but they always get a final hoorah before getting married. Tonight, I will be part of the bachelor party for a high profile developer. It’s his third marriage, but who knows, maybe he’ll be lucky. He paid thousands for this night and I’m gonna give him his money’s worth in the VIP room. He had his fill of his group party in the main room and now, it’s up to me to give him a grand send off. He asks if we can get another bottle of champagne, while I’m giving him my best Shakira moves and losing my bra to show off my huge tits. His face gets buried between them immediately as our champagne arrives. I turn around and bend over, pulling my skinny thong to the side to show a peek of pussy. I can see how hard he’s getting as I turn around and he puts the glass to my lips. I take a sip of Dom and kiss him deeply, as he sucks it out of my mouth. “Chelsea, you know I wanna fuck you. My wedding is three weeks away. Let me bury my dick in you so deep, it feels like it’s coming out of your belly button!”. He laughed so hard as he snorted another line and I laughed too. “Oh honey”, I said, “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight. I can’t wait to get your thick cock and ride it”.

Brad was all high, worked up and ready and so was I. I sat in his lap, grinding my bare ass on his half open pants. He groaned a little and whipped his dick out. Then he told me he forgot condoms. I told him I had some. I reached into my little clutch bag and pulled out a Magnum. I carefully unwrapped it, put the tip in my mouth and leaned over to slide it onto his cock between my lips. He pumped his hips, as I slid it down onto his fat cock. I teased him a little, then rubbed the tip against my pussy. Facing him, I started to ride it slowly. He said it felt so fucking hot–my cunt was on fire! I giggled and told him that’s what he paid for. The more frenzied I became, bouncing on his fuck pipe, the more he groaned. I noticed he was sweating profusely. “Brad. Are you okay?”, I cooed. He nodded and said he felt so good that he was about to blow his fucking rich boy spunk for me. I started fucking his pole harder and he began to gasp for air. I felt his dick spasm a bit then he lost consciousness. I got up off of him and took the condom with me. I immediately went to the manager and told him that I thought we needed to call 911. I even cried a little, acting like a clueless slut. I was told to take the rest of the night off which I did. On the drive home, I knew they’d never know Brad was poisoned. The condom was an ingenious idea. To think, he really got fucked to death.

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.

Sacrifice to the Dark Lord: Cora’s Submission

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Violent phone sex

Here I am collared and cuffed, a possession of my dark lord. I’m his willing ragdoll, a mere plaything for his sinister desires.He’s the embodiment of male dominance, and I’m obsessed. My body belongs to him—a possession to be used and abused.His fist punches my vulnerable flesh, a brutally enticing sensation. The pain radiates, yet I crave more.

The other’s a fist too—double the pleasure, double the fun. My abused holes stretch wider, welcoming their invasion.He treats me like a whore, a punchbag for his aggression. And I love it—each strike sends shivers down my spine.Fuck me like the world’s ending, you sadistic motherfucker! My cunt is yours to ravage.

Relentless pounding ensues, a violent symphony. The bed creaks, my body bounces, and the pain is divine.Cum drenches my abused form, a sticky, well-deserved reward. But this dark lord isn’t done—the sacrifice must continue.He brandishes a knife, a sinister glint in his eye. A mutilation fetish? Oh, yes, slice me up, you madman!The ritual reaches new heights, blood mixing with cum—a pungent cocktail. I’m his human sacrifice, and he’s my divine master.

Cora’s submission is complete—a success! Congratulations, sir—your loyal slave awaits her next instruction.

You’re welcome, perverts—make sure to worship your own dark lords!

Torture Sex by a Group of Brutal Thugs Break Whore Layla

Victim Surrounded By Gangbangers With Hard Cocks

Torture sex isn’t new to me. I can take a fucking beating. But I was locked in a room naked with 5 big ass black men. I wasn’t going to go out like a pussy. I tried to swing and fight back. They overpowered me so fast. One of them could have pinned me to the filthy mattress. Hands grabbed and scratched me. Someone hit me hard across the face. I could taste blood. And then there was a dick in my mouth. One of them pushed a gun to my head and dared me to bite.

His cock was fucking disgusting. He tasted like he hadn’t bathed in days. There was no fucking mercy. He was straddling my neck and pulling my hair so he could fuck my face. I thought I was going to puke on his dick. But he pulled out that sloppy cock and one of his friends grabbed my face instead. There were hands all over me. I felt someone trying to pry my legs open and grabbing my pussy. I kicked and fought and earned hard smacks on my thighs and ass.

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They Wanted to Ruin All Three of My Holes

They pulled my legs apart and held them that way. I couldn’t see the sick fuck who pulled out his dick and crammed it in my cunt. I was too busy getting my tonsils bruised and trying to breathe. But I could still feel the pain. He was so rough with my pussy. Like I’m the one who owed him money and not my ex-husband. My pussy felt like it was on fire. His cock felt 12 inches long and as thick as a bat when he was forcing it in my cunt.

I wouldn’t stop kicking and fighting. One of them flipped me on my stomach and sat on my back. They slapped my ass and then took turns pushing their filthy cocks in my dry ass hole. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. But I blacked out suffocating on a cock. I woke up on the mattress covered in cum.

Roleplay Phone Sex Killing Spree

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Roleplay phone sex is so exciting because you can be anyone you want to be. I’d love to be part of a menacing duo with you, you know some Bonnie and Clyde shit. Going around robbing banks and rich people. We can take whatever the fuck we want! I’m your deadly sidekick whore! It get’s me so turned on when I pick a mark and reel them in. My panties get so wet knowing that some stupid husband who wants to fuck me is gonna meet his bloody end all because he thought I was gonna give him some of my pussy. Playing a part in our diabolical, sexy scene lets us break any and all the rules and that’s where you come in, with your knife to his throat and gun on your hip. You’re ready to slit his throat and drain every drop of blood from his body, even though his dick is still hard. It doesn’t matter how much he begs. He should have thought about his stupid cunt wife and brats before ever thinking he could fuck me. It turns us both on so goddamn much to see him bleed out right there trying to speak, that you need to shove your cock in my sticky slit and let the murderous cum flow into me from your dick. Pound my sick slit hard while this motherfucker takes his last breath! We’re all wrapped up in a killer psycho rampage and gut anyone who stands in our way. Let’s fuck up some more assholes and their families who have something for us to take. See, the parts we play in this sex-fueled murder shit is hot as hell! We can be anyone and do anything.

Castration phone sex evil bitch takes a bite first.

            Castration phone sex evil bitch takes a bite first.  First comes the torture. Next comes the pain. Finally, the castration takes hold. You are going to lose it one way or another. I am going to get you.

            Now there are many ways to castrate. As shown above I am going to take a bite out of it first. In fact, I could even torture you for a while as I chew on those balls. Bite down like a bitch and yank my head back and forth.

            Listen to your screams of agony. That will only make me bite harder. Cry and I will find another form of torture.  Castration phone sex

Torture phone sex from an evil bitch gets the pussy dripping.

            Now I know what you are thinking. It will all soon be over. As shown above I do like it to be evil. What would be worse than snuffing you after the torture? As long as you are suffering my pussy will keep dripping.

            Obviously, I like to get off. Keeping you alive just to torture you is even better. The castration and making you suffer is what really does turn me on. It must be remembered that Violence is very important.

            On the positive side the more you scream and beg the wetter I get. On the negative side the more you whine, there is the greater chance I will increase the pain. After all, you need torture as a punishment before the castration.

            Hence the biting.

            In summary there will come a time that I have grown bored. As soon as this happens. You can be sure that your cock will be no more. All in all, it will be a question of how you lose it in the end.

            From time to time, I may take a suggestion. At the same time, it is just as likely to find a new way to torture you to get off some more.

Snuff Phone Sex Releases All That Pent-Up Sexual Frustration

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex never gets old for this sexy switch. Sure, before 35, I was stuck in the submissive role. But I fought my way to the top of the food chain. And now I can help men like you kidnap, fuck and even kill young ones. In this dark and seedy world, I prefer to be a few steps above the bottom of the food chain. So, I reinvented myself.

Being a switch allows me to cater to more fantasies. I am closer to 40 than 30. And not as many men have violent sexual fantasies for mature women. However, they all have them for young cock teasing whores. I bet so do you. When Travis called me, he seemed nervous to tell me the age of the girl he wanted to kidnap and fuck. So, I assured him that I am a no taboo phone sex accomplice. No age too young or too old for me.

He started to relax. Some men call me and say exactly what they want with no trepidation. And others call me nervous as fuck and so afraid to tell me what they truly desire. I can coax the nervous ones though. Nothing illegal about fantasies. So, we can get as nasty as we want. When Travis relaxed, he told me that super young age that gets his dick hard. And that age seems very popular. Not only with my callers, but with men in my life also.

When You are a Sexy Switch You Can

Perhaps what makes me so good at the extreme age play calls is experience. My daddy violated me from my earliest memories. I know what guys like to do to young girls. But since I am no longer the one a daddy type violates, I don’t care who you violate. Travis and I drove around town searching for the perfect morsel for his rape phone sex fantasies. And we found her. Raven hair beauty with big Bambi eyes and peaches and cream complexion. She looked so innocent too. And we turned that sweet young thing into dirty little whore.

He showed her no mercy either. He had years of pent-up sexual frustration to release. And I helped him. Now, I want to help you.

Roleplay Phone Sex Turns Violent for This Mommy Whore

roleplay phone sexThis mommy loves violent roleplay phone sex. And I think I am good at it because I am a dark woman. Not at all your typical soccer mom. I do not bake cookies. But I do suck boy cocks and snort lines of coke. For once, I did not get in trouble scoring drugs. However, I got in trouble at home when my oldest teen son introduced me to a new school friend, Joshua. The boy undressed me with his eyes, and I let him.

This boy looked like trouble for this red headed whore. When I went to my bedroom, he followed me. Although, I did attempt to pretend to be the normal mom and send that boy right out of my bedroom, he did not listen. He grabbed me by my shoulders and tossed me on the bed. Before he pounced on me, however, he locked my bedroom door. He violently ripped my dress off. And I felt scared and aroused at the same time.

My Son’s Knew Friend Got Brutal with My Ass

He told me that my sons told him that I love ass rape porn. So, he wanted to make it real for me. I thought I would fare well since the boy lacked any clue about me and anal sex. My ass sees more cock than my cunt. And that’s because being a mother gave me a loose cunt. But this boy’s cock might be the thickest boy cock I ever saw. And I thought it might fill my ruined pussy. Saying it resembles a beer can would be an underestimate. His cock looked like a tree trunk.

Without lube or warning, he shoved his thick teen cock up my asshole. He made me scream into a pillow because he did not want my sons hearing me. I guess he did not know about me and my boys. My teeth clenched the pillow so hard that I thought I might tear it. But the only thing that got torn was my asshole. It gaped and bled from the sheer girth and force of his cock.

I guess he had rape phone sex fantasies for mommy, and I was an easy surrogate.

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Bondage Phone Sex Gets Dangerous and Painful

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex takes a different spin with me. Men never just tie me up in the basic poses. In fact, if a man wants to tie me up in exchange for coke, I always know it will be more than just bondage. No man in the seedy world of snuff makers and drug dealers just ties up a woman. They violate her horribly while tied up in my world. But a whore’s gotta do what a whore’s gotta do to score coke.

I felt desperate for coke, and this guy on the dark net posted an ad for extreme bondage. Perhaps, I should have used some common sense, but I always get blinded by my need for cocaine. When I arrived at the address he gave me, I had that nagging feeling that I should run for the hills. But that did not happen. My tunnel vision for coke blocked my intuition. This did not look like a place where bondage occurred. However, it did appear to be a place where snuff movies get made. And where girls go to die.

He Tortured My Body with Piping Hot Candle Wax

I just hoped my 9 lives had not run out yet. At first, I thought this might not be so bad after all. The man who placed the ad tied me to this table. I figured maybe he would cum on me or fuck a hole. Maybe even just gaze at me. But he got out a bunch of candles and started pouring hot wax on me. So much wax that I thought he might burn my flesh off. I guess I complained too much, and he shoved a lit thick candle in my mouth to mute me. As wax dripped on my face, I fought the tears.

It felt like torture sex not bondage. But after the wax play ended, he moved me to some swing contraption which he claimed assisted bondage.  He contorted my body backwards to skull fuck me. My body felt wrecked afterwards. Although I did make it out of this dungeon alive, now my back hurts and I have small burn spots from the piping hot wax all over my body. Good thing I have coke now. I am going to need it for my recovery.