Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

Suffocation Phone Sex Breaking In Holding Pillow Over Layla

Suffocation Phone SexPlease, stay on the line… I think I heard the window in the kitchen shatter and my heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat. I’m just laying here in my thong, completely exposed, and I know exactly what’s coming for me. This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight, but as the footsteps get closer to my bedroom door, I realize my Suffocation Phone Sex fantasies are about to become a brutal, terrifying reality. 

You aren’t here for my TV or my purse; you’re here because you know I’m just a helpless, sexy slut who’s been begging for a real man to come and take what he wants. The door kicks open and the light from the hallway spills over my bed, showing me the silhouette of a predator who’s already decided I’m his prize. I try to crawl toward the headboard, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps, but you’re too fast. 

You lung for me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other reaches for the pillow. You don’t want to hear my excuses or my pleas; you just want to hear me struggle. Before I can even let out a real scream, you slam the pillow down over my face, snuffing out the sound and leaving me in a world of muffled, hot darkness.

I’m fighting for air, my lungs burning as I claw at the mattress, but you’re already ripping my lace aside. The moment you force your way inside me, hard and uncompromising, my whole body arches in a mix of pure terror and a sick, addictive heat. You’re breaking into me just like you broke into my house, stealing my pussy while I’m literally fighting for my next breath.

The weight of the pillow is crushing, forcing me to focus on every thick, heavy thrust that sends a jolt of electricity through my starving nerves. I’m a total mess, a gasping toy beneath your weight, and the more you cut off my air, the more my body betrays me by clenching around you in a desperate, suffocating grip.

Every time I think I’m going to black out, you press harder, driving me closer to an edge I’ve never touched before. By the time you finally pull the pillow away and let me gasp in a lungful of cold air, I’m completely ruined, my body shaking and my mind gone. You’ve taken everything I had to give, leaving me breathless and used on the sheets, just a slut who finally got exactly what she deserved from a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.

Sadistic phone sex & Making More Holes for Him to Fuck

Sadistic Phone SexOne thing about me, I can be an evil, vile little bitch. That’s why I enjoy Sadistic phone sex to the fullest. What guys don’t understand when they call is what a dangerous question it is to ask ” Well Faith, what are you into… what makes you hot?” Usually I giggle, and go on about some more vanilla-ish things that do turn me on, while still heiring on the taboo side. Next to being a victim turned killer, I also like incest, and all forced fantasy play, and have even met a time or 2 that furry friends have gotten me excited.

I Love Snuff, Debauchery, Depravity and all things Taboo

Then I had this call with Randall. Randall has quickly moved up the ranks and has become a favorite fuck of mine. He just has this innocence about him ( that I secretly want to ruin in every way) and oozes boyish charm, all the while feeling unusually sinister in his own way. I get incredibly turned on when he calls, My snatch always soaks my panties at his cute, “hello”.

Last night I wanted to take care of Randall, so I told him that I would have a sweet surprise for him when he got home from work. While he was at work. I managed to go to the mall and befriend a beautiful, sweet, shy redhead. She was just hanging out with some friends… I told her is was my Husbands Birthday and I really wanted to take him out tonight but alas we just could not find a babysitter.

She volunteered to come home with me. Once I got her home, I knocked her out. Dragging her lip body upstairs. I stripped her of all clothes Restraining her to our four poster bed. . Her Pale skin so soft reminding me of the purest milk. Long red hair, that shined like fire, draped over her shoulders. Milky soft natural tits with pale pink nipples so pillowy and supple. Then, her tight taught little cunt with the softest little muff of bright red Pussy Hair.

The damage I intended to do, was giving me euphoria

Upon Randall’s arrival home. I tell him of his surprise that awaits him. We both go up to the bedroom. Where a once calm and quiet Teen girl, is now wriggling and writhing against her restraints. The crying and begging alone was causing my cunt to leak and making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. I told Randall I wanted to watch him assault her holes all of them, violently.  I knew her cunt had been used, so I wanted him to break her asshole open.

Once Randall penetrated all her holes, stretching them out. I made knew ones with  a sharp blade, sticking her above her rib but beneath her rib cage. That’s the softest. Making the hole small enough for him to feel like he was taking her virginity. I watch as Randall worked and forced his cock into her side, forcing warm sticky slick blood to gush out of her opening and coating him.

Fisting her tight cunt. I Loved making her Scream. Watching her eyes Blare all the way open. Wide and alert, to each touch, and rip. Feeling all the pain we wanted her to endure. I urged Randall to cum, to fill his new hole with his spunk. Watching him pump, and fuck our home made hole, was making me tetter on the edge.

Finally I reach for the blade again, and commence to splitting her from sternum to snatch. I wanted to be elbow deep inside our little prize as Randall found his sweet release in such and unsuspecting victim.

Sex with Dead Bodies Layla Plays Dead for Her Twisted Crush

Sex with Dead Bodies

I held my breath, the cotton sheets cool against my skin, as the floorboards groaned under a weight that shouldn’t be there. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my limbs to stay heavy, limbs turned to lead by the sheer thrill of his presence. The thought of Sex with Dead Bodies is a macabre chill that usually stays in the dark, but here, in the silence of my room, he wanted me to embody that haunting stillness.

He didn’t say a word as he reached the side of my bed. I knew he was here… the shadow I’ve felt following me for months, the one I’ve secretly craved from the safety of my window. He leaned over me, his breath smelling of winter air and something sharp, something dangerous. His fingers, calloused and cold, traced the line of my jaw, and I fought every instinct to shiver. I had to be his porcelain doll. I had to be vacant.

“Don’t move, Layla,” he whispered while fingering my wet pussy, with his voice a low, jagged rasp that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. “Just stay like that. Cold. Quiet. Mine.”

I felt his eyes roaming over my breast, heavy with a twisted sort of devotion that felt more romantic than any flowers or candy. This was raw. This was real. He wasn’t looking for a conversation; he wanted the aesthetic of my surrender.  I kept my eyes closed tight, my lashes fluttering just enough to show him I was struggling to obey, which only seemed to make his breathing go shallow and quick. 

He didn’t touch me roughly. Instead, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that made my stomach flip. It was a beautiful, fucked up contradiction… the man who broke in just to watch life fade from my expression. I felt his hand rest over my heart, waiting for the rhythm to slow, demanding that I sink deeper into the role of his silent, lifeless muse. 

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a magnetic tension that made me want to arch my back and scream his name, yet the pleasure of his gaze kept me pinned. I was addicted to the way he worshipped my stillness, the way he hovered over me like I was a treasure he’d stolen from a grave. I lay there, his perfect, obedient girl, drifting in the intoxicating space between fear and absolute ecstasy, hoping he’d never leave.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, Women Have Too

murder phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on murder phone sex fantasies. Trust me, I’ve met a few men who I wanted to strangle myself. Even a submissive, druggie whore fantasizes about killing men and sexually torturing them too.

But I’m not good in the driver seat. So, I’ve often made myself the victim to get what I need. And all I ever need is money for cocaine. However, I recently found myself in a bind. Desperate for money. But that’s nothing unusual. However, none of the normal guys willing to work with me appeared around to abuse me. The weather apparently plans to keep everybody inside. Even the demented men.

So, if I could not make a snuff sex video for money, I didn’t know what to do. I started looking at some ads on the dark net. Maybe I could find somebody new to work with. And all I found was this one little loser looking for extreme cock and ball torture. He offered a mistress $1000 to trample his dick, use a sounding device and maybe even castrate him too.

So, I figured I could pretend to be a mistress for coke money. I’ve done a few castration calls before. I don’t get them often because I am a submissive whore. However, I’m an excellent role player so I could just pretend to be a mistress. And oh my God I enjoyed this loser. But don’t worry, men, I’m still the same druggie submissive bitch you know and love. I can make a lot more money being the punching bag. A grand worth of cocaine doesn’t go far with me, not in today’s economy. So, I’m not ready to hang up my submissive hat quite yet.

Sometimes, I am So Desperate for Money I Try to Be the Mistress

But I did tear this guy’s junk up, and it felt invigorating. In my high stiletto heels, I trampled his junk and kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine many times. I used the sounding device with Ben Gay as lubrication to make it burn. And I channeled all my hatred towards a lot of these daddy Dom types into this one loser with a tiny dick. I made him cry. But usually, I’m the one crying.

Although I wanted to slice his balls off, we settled for a different type of castration. I used a castration band around his balls to cut off the circulation. And apparently, in a few days, his balls will fall off. The balls necrotize that way.

He’s been sending me pictures of his balls in various stages of decay, and they appear close to falling off. I enjoyed it. Granted I didn’t make as much money as I’m accustomed to when I’m on the other side of the abuse. But I did enjoy some extreme cock and ball torture sex with a pathetic little loser. However, guys, like I said before, I plan to stay in my lane. Being on the other end of the punching bag makes me far more money.

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

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!

 

 

 

Twisted Accomplice Assaults and Murders Your Wife

Accomplice Phone Sex FaithAccomplice Phone Sex is a second Love for me. This Time I took special care to really pay attention to detail As Gene told me how he and his wife’s sex life had fallen off. Gene has been my NSA Fuck buddy for a while, he wants more than just my pussy. But his wife is in the way. Her Prude Ass comes with a hefty insurance policy, So Why Not set her up, and subdue her.

I pretended to be their sexual relations therapist. Urging her to open her mind and indulge her sexual prowess. We had tried him giving her oral, while I bore witness. Making her explain in great detail , exactly what her husband of 20 years was doing to her pussy that felt good.

A Handful of fuck sessions, Different positions.

Making Megan Be as descriptive as she could about  the things Gene was doing to her pussy. How wet she was. What felt good. It was all such a bore.

Then I suggested we introduce bondage. I duct taped Meg to the day bed in their living room. Undressing her, and kissing her sensually. Thinking maybe if I could get her to bed with me, I could turn her out right in front of Gene. He watched and I Sucked on his wife’s pussy. My tongue finding all her nooks and crannies, and my tongue exploring the depths of her holes.

My Goal wasn’t to Expand Her Sexual Horizons, It was much darker than that

After I teased and Tasted Meg. Megan, Restrained to the daybed. Legs wide. Genes cock hard and Throbbing. “Use Her Holes Hard!” I commanded. “Fuck Meg Like a whore and don’t stop until she cums on your dick!”. My words spliced the air like a ginsu.

Gene Fucked Meg Hard. I could Tell by her whine and whimper she had never been fucked that way.

Making My way behind Meg, I would duct tape around her throat and began pulling. Tightening around her neck. Gene pumped that prude pussy deeper. He Shoved his cock deep, and I pulled the tape tight.

“I’m not your therapist. I’ve been fucking your Husband for almost 2 years. Claiming your Husband, Securing your money, and Ending your life is My Goal… Die Bitch!”

“Fuck her harder Gene”

Gene Pumped his cock deep, fucking her hard and fast. The minute Megan came part and started climaxing, I leaned all my weight back choking the light out of her eyes. Her cunt so tight around Gene that it almost pinched.  Megan Gave in and her body had the hardest orgasm, as she neared the end of her l Her Husband pumping his life mate full of wasted seed.

Now.. how in the fuck am I going to get rid of Gene?

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Pimped out just for your torture, are you down for the pound?

Fantasy phone sex

Getting locked up, battered and beaten turns me the fuck on. If you got a dungeon or a dark room you can lock me in I’m your girl. Cum torture me, twist turn and torture me, do you have enough anger in you?  This is why my mom pimped me out because I enjoyed it so much, My barely legal young pink fuzzy fanny leaked every time daddy beat me while mommy watched rubbing her nasty gaping big hole. Staring and glaring getting off watching her offspring get ripped apart. Much later in life finding my master who controls my every move.  Just like you caller’s on the phone, he loves hearing me cry and whimper. “Give me more bitch”,  over and over.  Can you make me cry like that honey? Beat me the fuck up grab my hair and look into my eyes at the same time? Test me, I’m ready…

I’m a bondage bitch, you got what it takes??

My master always leaves me with a cum filled gaping cunt. I’m love getting drenched in blood filled cum. Slapped and told, “you deserve this bitch”. This is  how he always leave me. He’s a bitter man just like you are. I love an evil sick fuck and the length you go through to violate me is beyond sick and twisted. can you give me more than master?

I want to live a life where there’s never ever a dull day with you. Whether your assaulting me with your own cock or watching me getting torn apart. Please take your rape fantasies out on me you creechie creep. I love the face that you love dark fucking just to get your cock off. You love watching me scream out for mercy, begging you to stop, keeping you in complete control.

Fantasy fucking, let’s put on a sick show!

I wanna be beaten and choked the fuck out and  watched by all your sick friends, I’m the center piece of your fuck off parties. My bloody, ripped up, torn tootsie passed around from dick to dick, using my face and ass to their advance at the same time, every hole filled until I’m unable to even stand. Cock filled goey thick cum spewing out of my mouth you got me so filled up, holy shit!

Barely able to breathe, gagged, choked, laughed at by every sick fuck watching and playing. My creamie tiny cookie ripped apart, loose lips wrapped around every cock tip.

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Bouncing my baby butt, jiggling and smashing. Bad ass pounding all while getting in deeper and deeper. Covered in bloody, oozing spooge leaking from every shitty hole including my mouth and nose. Running down my legs. Please take advantage of me and leave me bruised laying in my own puddle of bloody fluids.

Torture Phone Sex with Layla Stroking You Hard Until You Cum

Torture Phone Sex

The phone rang, and I smirked, already knowing who it was. His voice… distorted and low like some scream-killer from a movie… hissed through the line. “I’ve been waiting for this… can’t wait to see you,” he breathed. I licked my lips, completely naked, fingers sliding over myself as I whispered, “Mmm, let’s see how much fun we can have with a little torture phone sex tonight.”

I heard him sneak inside, moving slowly but eagerly. My door was unlocked, of course… just how I liked it. I bent over to pick up a knife I had dropped, ass high, legs spread, body slick with anticipation. I felt him freeze behind me, taking in every inch of my bare skin. “Hello there, baby,” I whispered, letting him drink in the view, making him ache before I even turned.

He stepped closer, hesitant at first, but when he lunged, I let him press against me, feeling his hardness straining, as he slowly gripped my neck from behind. I smirked, his hands tracing the curves of my body, teasing me sexually inappropriately with no permission. “Oh, you’re impatient,” I say, circling him, letting him ache as my pussy wetness gathered.

He spanks me hard, desperate, and I leaned back teasingly, pressing lightly against him while whispering naughty little jokes in his ear. “Bet you didn’t think tonight would go exactly like this,” I purred, moving faster now, opening my legs wide, letting him groan all inside me.

I grabbed his hands, guiding him toward the kitchen, hips swaying, letting him watch every bare curve. I bent over the island, pressing my palms to the smooth surface, teasing him with my naked body. He couldn’t resist. He lifted me gently, pressing me back against the counter, and finally, after all the waiting, he sank his cock into me balls deep.

Every hard thrust made me moan loudly, hands gripping the edge of the island as I pushed back, taking him fully. I leaned my head back, biting my lip, letting him feel how wet I was for him, moaning softly, teasing him as much as he teased me. My body glistened under the kitchen light, every curve exposed, making him groan louder with each movement.

I then finally arch my back, letting myself cum, every shiver sending him over the edge with me. He groaned, panting, completely under my spell. Joke’s on him… he thought he was the hunter, but I ran the show. I leaned close, brushing my lips against his ear, whispering, “You wanted me, baby… and I got all the fun.”

Snuff Phone Sex School is in Session for the New Year

snuff phone sexA snuff phone sex new year is what we all need, right? No better way to say goodbye to an awful year than making some New Year’s resolutions like killing more. Or acting on your violent impulses finally. We all know I don’t hold back.

Whenever the urge to murder comes over me, I seize the opportunity. But I also know individuals like you never thought of yourselves as violent. And I’ve always leaned into my violent tendencies. The same way Dexter embraced his dark passenger. I did too.

But if somebody hires me to help them kill someone, I feel the need to share my infinite wisdom with them so that they can kill without me. Although I enjoy the money men pay me to help them kill some bitch, I know that when they get a taste for murder, they want to do it again.

Once you get away with murder once you want to get away with murder twice and so on. Each time invigorates you more. So once the initial panic and fear of being arrested dissipates, you find yourself hunting for your next victim.

Killer School is In Session

Starting off with accomplice phone sex gives you a taste for murder. But it also teaches you how to get away with murder because I’m a good killer. Some people excel at math or science. But I excel at murder and torture. And I can teach you my world of wisdom.

Although I am a loner and I don’t let too many people into my world, I do take on a few apprentices each year. And I plan to take on more this year cause I’m mortal. I can’t kill all the bitches and assholes solo. I need murderous bitches and bastards out there doing good work for me.

So, one of my resolutions involves starting a kill school. I got the idea from an episode of Criminal Minds. One man has an entire network of serial killers operating all over the world. I would love to turn more people into my killer phone sex disciples. Rid the world more worthless humans. So, this new year killer school will be in session. I will teach anybody how to get away with murder if they want to learn.