Category: Cannibalism phone sex

Let’s Castrate him and make him eat his own sausage!

Castration Phone Sex

Castration phone sex stories always get my murder pussy off! just the other day it became a devious little roleplay. I was going down on my boyfriends Christian brother. My boyfriend was in the room telling me how nasty and slutty I was. His brother was tied to a chair with his pants down. His cock was big and meaty and my murder mind was going off on how fun it would be to skin his cock with our teeth. I finally started biting into his hard cock hearing him scream was so much fun. He didn’t know we were playing a castration phone sex game yet. Slowly I bit through his cock and  cut it off with my teeth at the base. I had blood dripping down my chin and i spat his cock out and laughed at him. He was screaming and crying as I twisted his balls off I cooked up his cock and balls and made him eat them and told him it was a pity we couldn’t play more before I slit his throat. Then I fucked my boyfriend with blood and gore all over my body. We ate his body in stews and burgers and laughed about how evil we could be.

I want to take of your Flesh, Consuming You Whole

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Calling All Vore Whores Like Myself. Cannibalism Phone Sex is as extreme and weirdly fucking hot. Last night I talked with a guy that wanted me to eat him, from his toes up. So Of Course I had fun with it.

I drugged him up pretty good, and stripped his ass naked. Placed his sexy fucking naked ass on a table. Got all kinds of shiny, sharp, pretty tools. Such as a scalpel, box cutter, machete, saws all, filet knife and of course you can’t go wrong with a hand saw. Toes first, hmmm. I could bite those little piggies off. Just chomp them right off, like biting a fucking celery stalk. I bet the bone would crunch so nice.

He woke up at the first initial Bite, on his big toe. The scream he let loose was like an animal in agony. The decibel to which he hit, made me so wet. So I kept biting. I would Bite and chew him up. Gnashing and smashing him with my teeth. Grinding my Molars, and then spitting his blood and plasma back in his face.

I went straight from toes to cock, I didn’t want him to blow his load while I was chomping down on a shin bone, that doesn’t seem fitting does it? No, not to me either. So i took the scalpel and carefully removed his hard cock and swollen balls in one unit.  Homemade Castration done so twistedly right. Call me a Sick Bitch, Call Me a Psycho… all terms of fucking endearment.

Whole

The entire time, he screamed and writhed in pain. My giggle drove him mad. How could I be such a sadistic little bitch? I guess getting killed, tortured, maimed and assaulted nightly, has kind of turned me into a bit of a monster.

Toying with my new blood covered bestie, I brought his cock and balls right up to his face, dangled it over him, and made him watch me deepthroat it. Knowing he would never feel the pleasure of feeling, because I tore all the nerves, slicing it off of him. As He screamed, I forced that fucker down his throat.

“See how good you taste, why wouldn’t I want to Consume you…”

Then I proceeded to fork and knife my home made hard cock dildo. Smacking and slurping as I chewed him up and swallowed him fucking whole.

Oh Don’t worry, I got to use all my pretty tools on the rest of him. But if you are interested in finding out exactly what I did. Curiousity  is gonna have to kill the cat, call me mother fucker….

Halloween brings the castration cock man back to shred my cookie

Castration phone sex

Castrastration cock man strikes again. What better time than halloween than this creepy fuck to come out from the dark. Crawling through the night and kidnapping women, taking them back to his house to the room down stairs full of castrated cocks. The dead become the one’s we fuck, rammed and roughed by cut off bloody dick shoved deep inside.

I didn’t expect to see him again after the last time he barreded me with his massive fuck machine but unfortunately he was already waiting for me inside my house. Grabbed and gagged, taken back to the place I dreaded, bloodied with corpses. As I woke up all I could see were castrated cocks, shelves of them of all different sizes from all his victims.

Leather bound and gagged, my legs in shackles and feet in clamps you smashed and thrashed my clam wide open with a dead 13 inch big black caked blood bastard. Rammed raw, weeping and red,  you stuck to fingers in my ass and grabbed the next dick in line, a girthy little short fat nub.

Build on a long rod you thrusted that bad boy in me like you throw the meat on the fire. Watching it sizzle, tear, rip and shred my insides. I’m screaming and moaning, beginning to enjoy my soiled white cuntie pie getting stretched out, gaping in fear for the next fat one.

Bloody Bondage bitch soils for evil monsters!

I love the evil one’s, I’ve lived my life desperate for situations like these however this evil fuck always seems to surprise me. Torn from the inside out I’m so numb the pain turns into tingles. My twisted twat is so bloodied and raw, gushing and oozing bloody cum drops all over, leaving the evidence he doesn’t want. Thrusting my groin in his face he sucks out the rest of what’s left from his masterpieces out of my tight sore puffy muffy, licking off the rest off his fingers. Sick fuck didn’t want to waste one drop.

Lets Make Her Bleed

Snuff Phone Sex

Murder phone sex stories get a snuff phone sex sluts pussy so wet. I just love telling my murder stories like how I went and kidnapped this pretty brown haired blue eyed Christian whore and took her to my cabin with my boyfriend. We tied her up and I began cutting small pieces of her skin off and feeding it to my boyfriend. He always wanted to eat a living person and then have sex with their dead body. It turned me on just thinking about it.  I carved out her eyes and put them in a jar and laughed as she screamed.

Bloody Phone Sex

I always wanted blue eyes and now I had them. Snuff phone sex whores like me just loved it bloody and twisted. I shoved my knife up her ass and fucked her with the blade until there was no light in her eyes then I told my boyfriend to fuck her dead bloody body while I carved her up.  It was so sexy watching her lifeless body jerk as he shoved his cock in and out of her like that. I sliced her chest open and played with her blood and kissed him as he came seep inside here dead pussy.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are The Only Fantasies I Like

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies get me off. I told a friend how I wanted us to take my dumb little sister to a satanic temple and sacrifice her stupid virgin pussy to the dark lord. We could cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut and pluck out her pretty blue eyes. Then shave off her blond hair and boil her alive and watch as her skin boiled of her body. It made me laugh so hard. I told him after that we could fuck her dead body and cut her up into tiny pieces and feed her body to my family and friends non of them would ever know. Afterwards we could go to a catholic church and fuck in front of the alter and call Satan and defile the holiness of the house with our blasphemy sex. We could even get the devil to corrupt the congregation and watch as they do wicked things to each other every time they go to church. We could replace all the nuns with evil satanic nuns that love being twisted and evil and bathe in the blood of the holy ones. Murder phone sex fantasies just get me off so much more than regular fantasies. I love blood, death, and sex.

Killer phone sex gets messy but it’s better that way

Killer phone sex Killer phone sex isn’t anything I am ashamed of. In fact, I love how brutal it can get. You know, it was really natural in the role I find myself in. I guess some people would call it a cult, but I just say I have plenty of devoted little sluts who worship me.
They would give their life willingly without any hesitation. There would be nothing to live for without their Queen. It’s fun to collect them. I got to shitty neighborhoods or out in the sticks, and when a doe-eyed dumb bitch gets a load of me, I already have them wrapped around my finger.
If you want a taste of tight little cunt, then you will have to lick mine. And if you make me cum a lot, I will let you have every single one of them. They aren’t total virgins since I use them as my sex slaves, but all of their cherries need to be popped.
But there is one that needs to be put down. The dumb little slut has forgotten her place and has disrespected her Queen. Therefore, off with her fucking head! I want to fuck her to death while the rest of my Snuff sex slaves watch and learn what can happen if they fall out of line. Get your cock bloody and I’ll make sure they suck it clean!

Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires

I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.

I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”

You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Get Out Of Hand With This Gothic Teen Psychopath!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

 

Murder phone sex fantasies always gets my psychopathic murder pussy off. Last night I had a wild fantasy while i was walking. In imagined that I called up some of my crazy satanic friends and we broke into a Christian families house and tied them up. I cut up their youngest daughter and said she was the first sacrifice to our satanic cult as I painted satanic symbols all over the walls and on their foreheads. I told them their perfect blond catholic daughters would be whores for the devil and all of them would be going to hell.

Knife Play Phone Sex

I laughed as I began cutting their clothes off and showing my big male friends their pretty flat chests and their bald virgin pussies. they tore into their little cunts with their fat demon cocks and began using them like fuck dolls as their parents helplessly watched. I laughed manically as i took the dads small cock out and began giving him a blow job and when he was nice and hard i bit his small cock off with my teeth. he screamed as i slit his throat and his blood sprayed me in the face. I made is wife eat his corpse and the bodies of her daughters before I sent her to my cabin. I had special plans for that dumb bitch. My Murder phone sex fantasies were getting even darker and I loved it. I would need to go out on a hunt soon.

Murder Fantasy, Torture, and Blasphemy

Blasphemy Sex

 

My little sister was always a part of my secret murder fantasies. I wanted to take her to my boyfriend’s cabin in the woods and strap her small young teen body down to his kitchen table. I’d whisper to her and tell her how we were going to sacrifice her body to the devil after I shoved a large wooden cross in her tight virgin pussy. I would lick up her tears and pinch her nipples until they bleed. She would try to move and beg us to stop. We would laugh at her as she begged us to have mercy on her.

Torture Sex

My boyfriend would ram his thick cock into her pussy tearing it open. Blood would trickle down her thighs and she would cry asking us why. I would start cutting her stomach open and play with her dark red blood. I would lick her blood off my favorite knife and thrust it in her chest killing her. Her eyes would open wide in surprise before the light left her eyes. My boyfriend would keep fucking her corpse because you should never let a cunt go to waste. He’d fill that dead pussy full of cum and then we’d burn her body. She doesn’t know how twisted my murder and rape fantasies are. Maybe one day they’ll be more than just a fantasy.

You went whore hunting and found a perfect gash

Rape phone sex fantasies

You searched high and low for some fuck bitch you can make suffer the consequences of your sick and evil deviant sexual desires, one’s that get you locked up for life. You crave that rage and punishment, the smell of blood and gore, I’m your perfect broken whore.

I’m so small and precious. Cute little face, tight little bubble butt, perfect to take your rape fantasies out on. Your only goal is to whip my sweet little pussy apart and show me fear. Make me cry and whimper and beg for mercy while you’ve got your foot on my face. Such a little bitch, can’t take your abuse, crying out for even more rage.

Bound with my hands about my head, insides shredded seeping out of my cut up cunt, fecal cum pouring out of me like a broken sink, except I’m just another broken soul you’ve taken. Sick fuck, dicked down, ripped apart, your a master of the creeches, above all the creeps.

The one’s that can’t get laid so they prey on one’s like me. Tiny but torn, cracked, whipped, craving torture like daddy did me, fill me up and spit out all that naughty pedo childhood trauma that fills my soaked up snatch. Such fond family fucking memories fill my holes gripping your thorny shaft stabbing my cervix.