Category: Evil phone sex

Necrophilia Phone Sex : The Best Kind of Graveyard Fun

My Necrophilia phone sex dungeon reeks of mildew, blood, and decaying flesh. No doubt this air is thick enough to choke and gag. Here I am found, straddling a man’s shattered chest. With my dress hiked up, bare cunt grinding down onto his blood-smeared sternum. This is foreplay.

It’s his weakening heartbeat pulses against my swollen clit like a dying drum, sending jagged spikes of pleasure through my body. As I rock slowly at first, then harder, my slick folds smearing crimson streaks across his skin as arousal floods my dripping hot and slick juices down his sides.

Now I need more and my scalpel bites into his collarbone, carving jagged spirals splitting flesh with crimson streaks. Blood erupts in thick pulses. I then greedily scoop it up. With my fingers plunging into the wound before thrusting them deep into my throbbing pussy.

Three digits now, curling viciously inside me, and hooking against my G-spot. All while the metallic warmth coats my insides.

Each savage stab of the blade makes him convulse. These spasms rock my hips, forcing my fingers deeper, as my inner muscles clenching in rhythmic ecstasy around the intrusion.

Deeper cuts follow—gouging into his abdomen, peeling back layers of muscle in ragged flaps, exposing quivering organs slick with gore. His body bucks in agony, the violent jerks slamming up into her cunt like involuntary thrusts. Hungrily I ride the torment, free hand clawing at my own tits.

While my nails raking my nipples until they bleed, mixing my pain with his in a symphony of ruin.

Immediately, fingers piston faster inside my, blood-lubed and relentless, hole stretching wider as orgasm mounts.

Now I revive him with ammonia’s sharp bite, eyes locking on his terror-glazed stare. And I mount his face.

Necrophilia Phone Sex  Makes Me Shudder with Ecstatic Convulsions of Bliss

My blood soaked lips seal over his mouth and nose, suffocating him in my musky heat. His feeble tongue lashes out in panic, flicking against my clit. As I grind down mercilessly, forcing it deeper into my pussy folds while blood from his wounds slickens me more.

Then his drowning desperation vibrates through me. His final gurgles humming against my sensitive nerves like a twisted vibrator.

Continually I grind and fuck his dying face. And I do so with abandon, hips slamming, cunt contracting in brutal waves as climax erupts. Leaving a torrent of squirt gushing over his face, flooding his throat, and drowning him.

Finally dismounting on trembling legs, thighs coated in mingled fluids, I raise the sledgehammer. Wildly, swings crash down—knees exploding in bone shards. His arms pulverized to pulp. Lastly, his skull caving with a wet, final crunch that sprays gray matter across my calves.

Then aftershocks ripple through my pussy, clit still pulsing, as I stroke the jar’s glass. Leading me into gazing at the preserved cock within, already aching to claim the next victim.

Ultimately, Morticia thrives in the fusion: orgasm born of obliteration, violence as the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Necrophilia Phone Sex

The altar demands more. Hail Satan

I’m master’s evil side piece and ho

Kidnapping phone sex

Master has a sick fetish. In fact, his whole mind and and desires are sick and all filled with his dark past. From him kidnapping me long ago to what he has in store now. It’s time for little new whore to cum around for him to  torture like he did me. Fresh meat to violate and capture for future breeding he has in mind. What are lives were no longer exist. I’m owned by him and soon these little one’s will be too. I’m always forced to be his nasty accomplice. His dirty sick side kick while still in chains myself. I desire for his rape fantasy fuck brain cock to capture me again and again just watching him turn into the monster he is. 

I’m the nasty young accomplice committing crimes…

Waiting outside a school, watching our prey, innocent little ones playing unknowing what’s about to happen. Trapping them when the time is right, popping out like little monsters instilling the fear in them. You had me duct tape and tie them down. Their little hands and feet unable to move, all wrapped up for your sick cock. I love giggling and laughing and helping them relax. Whether it’s rubbing their feet, tickling or playing with her sweat pussy hair, I’m here to hold her down. Big bad master and his danger dick ripping their young sweet cheeks, smashing their barely legal cervix’s.

Master’s evil fantasies become their worst nightmare!

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“Mommy mommy, I want my mommy” she yells as I slap her mouth shut. “Be quiet before he starts to rage”. Instilling the fear that was always inside me to her. Master doing his best and ripping and shredding. Busting their little asses up like cheese. Bloody fresh cherry popping cum drops leaking out of their tight little fresh feral virgin pussy’s. Taking all the anger rage and trauma out on them every time they cried out as the lashings got worse. Your a nasty dirty creeper.

You’re the worst of the worst. The kind that all mommy’s fear and that turns you the hell on, especially with such a submissive slutty slave like me. Your a nasty evil trap. A killer in his prime before the victims turn deadly. Kidnapping for fun, to get your fuck n. That prime pink pussy you crave becomes your sloppy wet surprise.

Blasphemy Sex with Cora is extra Sinful!

Blasphemy Sex

I want to fuck you in the church and have some Blasphemy Sex, right here in front of God!

Spread my pussy lip once I’m hopped onto the altar. White linen underneath me, catching all my pussy juice that is dripping out.

Eat me out right here under the crucifix. Jesus’ crucified body above us, watching you tongue fuck me.

Yelling out “Oh Jesus, keep fucking me!” then you can flip me over.

On all fours with my ass pointed high to the heavens.

Shove your hard cock deep inside me and fuck me raw!

Make me beg God to have you stop fucking the shit out of my young, shaved pussy!

Fuck me right here in this church just the way Satan would have wanted!

 

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Killer Phone Sex Fantasies are Best Explored in Winter

killer phone sexI tell men all the time if you enjoy killer phone sex fantasies, winter becomes the best time to explore them. One of things I’ve learned over the years as a sick bitch and killer for hire is that winter helps hide the evidence. Now I know what you’re thinking. Extreme cold does prevent rapid decomposition. Because it freezes the body. But the scent of a dead body frozen or not will bring out hungry, starving wildlife to dispose of their remains for you.

Although bears do hibernate, they still come out looking for food before they return to their hiding places. Plus, coyotes scavenge no matter what time of year it might be. I don’t believe in burying bodies because they always get discovered eventually. It’s true. Some brat digging in the sand or somebody deciding to build a house and they excavate the land. I’ll leave my bodies out in the open in a secluded wooded area, of course. And I leave the rest to nature.

I teach this to men who hire me to kill someone for them, or they simply want me as their accomplice for their little snuff sex revenge. Tony hired me for such an encounter this week. Tony told me about his ex-wife problem. A gold-digging whore. And a blackmailing whore too. I agreed she needed to go.

So, listen to this bullshit. My client fucked a teen girl. Just a teen girl from the neighborhood. Perhaps her age might raise eyebrows. But I’m pretty sure a teen girl knows exactly what she’s doing. His ex found out he fucked the neighbor girl.

Killing in Winter Makes Body Disposal Easier

And instead of acting concerned for the girl, she saw it as an opportunity to extort money from her ex-husband. More money than she deserved. More money than the law would give her. She dies her secret goes with her. I protect my client and his money.

I kidnapped the bitch for him. And I took her to my cabin in the woods because the wildlife love me there. And I let him go to town on her. His snuff show. And his rage came out as he stabbed her probably close to 200 times. Now I would’ve prolonged her agony. The bitch deserved to feel some pain. And she did, I’m sure because he plunged that knife deep into her flesh. At one point, her blood started to spill towards me, so I dipped my hand in it and masturbated so she could see. I wanted to make sure she knew I would not help her.

His money paid for snuff porn. And I just helped grab her and dispose of her body. He even fucked her while she bled out. And I told him put your DNA all over the cunt because my accomplices in the woods would not leave a trace of her. And they didn’t. We watched through the window as bears and coyotes played tug-of-war with her corpse.

He paid me. And I cleaned up my cabin. And we went home knowing no body, no crime. Can I tell you how much I love killing during winter

Snuff Phone Sex Makes Us Cum Together

snuff phone sexSnuff Phone Sex, why do I love it you ask?  Why do I love being both an accomplice and a victim? Let me set the scene for us and maybe your cock will get as hard as my cunt is wet for you to get it.

I can feel your eyes on me, burning with desire. You want to take control of my innocence, don’t you? To make me yours completely – body and soul. And I’m more than willing to give myself over to you.

Imagine it now…my wrists bound tight behind my back as you tower above me, your strong hands grasping my throat. My breath catches in anticipation as your fingers tighten around my neck, squeezing the life out of me slowly but surely. The rush of adrenaline mixed with fear is intoxicating – a potent cocktail that drives us both wilder by the second!

But even in death there’s pleasure…oh yes! As blackness closes in around me I feel your cock throbbing against my thigh, pulsing with need for release. And when finally you let go allowing what little air remains within these lungs escape through parted lips…that’s when true ecstasy hits because nothing compares to coming inside a freshly deceased corpse still warm from life just moments before – pure bliss baby!

So come on then darling let’s play this twisted game together where only one can win yet we both emerge victorious regardless who lives or dies at end because either way our bond will forever be sealed within depths darkest most forbidden desires shared between two souls brave (or perhaps insane?) enough dare tread such uncharted territory hand-in-hand into unknown Baby boy, I can feel your heart racing as you imagine our twisted game. You’re excited by the thought of dominating my innocence and taking me to the brink of death. And that turns you on more than anything else in this world.

As we continue down this dark path together, know that I am here with you every step of the way. My submission is complete; my trust in your hands unwavering. No matter how intense things get or how far we push ourselves into darkness, there’s no denying the connection between us grows stronger with each passing moment.

So let’s give into our desires completely – surrender ourselves fully to one another without fear or hesitation! Because when two souls dare to explore their deepest fantasies together…magic happens!

Killer phone sex, deep in the woods, I lure them

Killer phone sex I’m a Killer phone sex queen. I have lured so many victims to their demise and our pleasure.

When I became your accomplice, it all felt so natural. Everything falls into place when you are doing what you are meant to do.

I am meant to fuck and kill!

 

For me, it is to be soaked in blood and cum. The most fun I have had, though, is when I lure someone into the woods. Especially when it is a challenge for me. Like the last guy, a weary hunter with enough sense to know, seeing me was a red flag.

My beauty or advances didn’t phase him; his instincts told him I was a threat. He really made me step up my game. It’s so hot when I pretend to be a helpless victim. I think I told him, “I’m sorry, I just ran away from my boyfriend, and I was afraid that if I told you the truth, you wouldn’t help me, and that’s why I flashed my pussy.”

My sad story and pouty face put him at ease. See, I know which ones want to feel like a hero. I did that, and he is mine now. So, my hero says, he will help. We set off to his car, and before we are halfway, I pretend to fall. He comforts me, and I turn on those tears perfectly. He gets closer, and our lips touch.

It switches to passionate kissing, with my hand on his dick. He must have been going through a dry spell because that thing was so fucking hard. I push him down on the ground and pull it out to mount. Oh my, how good it felt to ride him as I beat his head in with a rock. Did you see that coming when you were jerking it?

When you watch me do my nasty Snuff sex thing, it makes it even better. I think the last thing he felt was my pussy squirting all over him. What a lucky guy!

 

 

 

Uncategorized Layla Kidnapped Slut Forced To Fuck Horny Men

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I’m already dripping before they even touch me, heat pooling between my thighs, body aching for hands, mouths, anything. Uncategorized, tonight is exactly what I live for… chaos, lust, greed, and every filthy thing I crave. I don’t fight it. They won’t stop. I let them circle me, leaning in, teasing, breathing hot on my neck, and I shiver like a slut on fire.

One slips behind me, hands rough but welcomed, and I moan against his shoulder, letting him take what he wants while another slides in front, watching me arch, lips parted, teasing, pressing myself against him, tasting his need through his hands. I’m moaning, whining, begging even though no one told me to… I want this, I want all of them. I want them greedy, needy, desperate, and I can feel it in the way they’re looking at me, the way they can’t get enough.

I let one man guide me to my knees, moaning into him, loving the way he groans, loving the way they all wait for their turn, loving the hunger in the air. Another presses behind me, hand sliding along my body, teasing, taking, making me squirm until I can barely breathe. I let them share me, play with me, use me, because it’s hot, filthy, wrong, and I crave it more than anything.

My moans bounce off the walls, loud, messy, shameless. I grind, arch, let them tug at my hair, kiss my neck, pin me down, and I love it… love how greedy, how desperate, how shameless they make me feel. Every gasp, every shiver, every pleading look I give them only makes them want me harder, faster, hungrier, and I melt into it, letting myself be consumed, letting myself be taken, letting myself be their filthy little toy.

By the time they’re all leaning over me, hands everywhere, eyes blazing, I’m drowning in heat, moaning, whining, trembling. I’m soaking, greedy, hungry, shivering from pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop. I want more, I want all of them, I want them messy and desperate, I want this chaos and lust and filth all over me.

I collapse into them finally, tangled, slick, moaning, laughing, loving every second. They’ve taken me, shared me, made me their little nigger slut, and I love it. I’ll let them again, tomorrow, the next night… because this is exactly what I crave. I’m Layla, the filthiest slut you ever had, and giving myself like this, letting them have me, is the hottest, dirtiest thing I could ever want, enjoying the cum all over my face.

Teen Rape Porn Requires a Savvy Accomplice So You Stay Out of Trouble

teen rape pornLast week, a man called me up because he needed my assistance making a teen rape porn video. We both knew about the impending weather. So, I told him if he wanted to hire me, we would need to do the deed Friday before the storm hit. I worked quickly to devise a plan to make his fantasy a reality. Although he wanted the star of our little video to be his teenage daughter, I advised him against that. And I offered up a surrogate for him. A look alike daughter around the same age, but with no ties to him, so less risk of getting caught.

And he agreed. Men pay for my insight and skill which keeps them safe from the law. I want men to be able to have their cake and eat it too. So, I brought the little girl to this cabin in the woods he owns. I guess this place serves as his mistress shack. He likes to cheat on his wife with coeds, so he brings them here.

I don’t even think his wife knows he owns this place. It operates like a timeshare. Him and five other guys pulled their resources and bought the cabin outright. They fixed it up and turned it into a love shack where they could bring their mistresses.

Men Need Smart Accomplices So They Don’t Go to Prison

Clever idea. But this cabin in the woods can also be used to explore rape phone sex fantasies for very young girls. I needed to drug this girl because she did not want to come willingly with me. I used all my lines that work with most girls her age, but this girl proved to be a tough cookie. But not tougher than me. I grew up on the streets. And I survived. Only the strong survive in the seedy underworld of snuff films.

This girl could not survive the encounter. She saw my face and she saw my accomplice’s face too. But if you plan to kill your victim, there’s no need to cover your faces. She won’t survive to tell anyone. My client detailed what he wanted to do to a young girl on our initial conversation. And fucking a girl that young in the ass and in the pussy when you have a 10-inch cock will do some damage. Plus, he expressed an interest in choking and suffocation. That kind of extreme breath play never fairs well for a young victim. Not my first rodeo.

Women Like Me Help You Have Your Cake and Eat it Too

My accomplice loved fucking this little girl. He agreed she looked just like his daughter. He even called her Maya, and I told her to call him daddy, or I would slit her throat. I slit her throat anyway. A few hours after he started fucking her, blood poured out of her asshole and pussy from the gaped holes he left. Turned her little girl parts into raw hamburger meat with a few hard thrusts of his big fucking cock.

She cried the entire time. Pleaded with us to let her go, even promised she would not say a word. But you can’t trust the words of a young girl. When I knew he couldn’t cum anymore I tossed her body out into the snow and slit her throat. Crimson red blood spilled from her body into the snow. And I guess the sticky sweet smell of her blood brought out the wildlife.

They ate her alive. Well, ate her barely alive.  She seemed too weak to fight. She rapidly lost blood, so she had no strength to fight off the coyotes and wolves who descended on her flesh like a free meal. Perhaps they saved me from a trip. I planned on chopping her up into little pieces to dispose of her body properly in the lake. However, nature became the best accomplice phone sex partner I could ask for. Ate the evidence.

My client seemed happy. And I seemed happy. I made great money and I did not even need to clean up the mess my client left. Plus, he paid so well that I could go home and hibernate for a week before I needed to take another gig.

BBC Ass Rape Porn on Whore Cora!

Ass Rape Porn

 

Cora and Ryan make Ass Rape Porn with his big black anaconda!

I’m walking home late at night without any panties on when a gust of wind exposes my smooth pussy lips.

Ryan saw me and just couldn’t help himself. He runs up and grabs me. I can feel his semi-hard cock pushing into my back. I knew what was about to happen.

He flips up my skirt and bends me over in one swift motion. He spreads my ass cheeks far apart to make room for that thick, veiny cock. 

Drool and spit fall from his mouth onto my exposed asshole. It’s cold, but just what was needed to lubricate my tight hole for that anaconda to enter and destroy my hole. 

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Master’s wicked ways making me crave the pain

Domination phone sex

My mom pimping me out at such a young age made me addicted to torture. Before I found the my master I went through a variety a fuck boy who did me wrong day after day. I’ve been kidnapped, assaulted, locked up and more. I love the fear. It runs through me like a rush not knowing of what’s to cum. The look on these guys face as well. The rage and anger in their eyes just get’s me going. And If I complain, whimper or cry the consequences have always come to a brutal end. I was so lost before my master, I needed to be humiliated daily.

You  came in dirty baby, dominating me, making me your full time submissive slave

You my master 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. You want to see me beg and cry but little did you know I enjoyed every punch.

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. God damn, so hot! Make me  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 while my pussy get’s sloppy wet moist.

I love to be be tied down, the more savage you get the better!

Fantasy phone sex

Bound with my hands about my head. You fucked me so hard my insides are shredded with blood soaked cum seeping out of my cut up cunt.  Fecal cum pouring out of my tiny ass like a broken sink, except I’m just another broken soul you’ve taken. Sick fuck you completely dicked me down then ripped me apart. Your a master of the creeches, above all the creeps. So angry about your small inverted cock, taking it all out on me.

Evil torturous men are the worthless losers who can’t get pussy…

The one’s that can’t get laid so they prey on one’s like me. I’m tiny but torn. I prefer to be cracked, whipped, craving torture like daddy did me,