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Sadistic phone sex dreams

Sadistic phone sex Langley

This whole time I thought things like this only happened on shows like criminal minds, not too sweet little girls like me. I was minding my own business, playing on my phone at the park waiting for my friends to catch up to me. Period day you came walking up with that sexy smile, asking if I would help you look for your lost kitty. If I had known what you were, I would have ran home screaming for mommy. I remember a sharp pain to the back of my head, right before everything went black. Coming to, I could see was light and smell wet earth and moldy wood. After some moments my eyes found you in the corner, sitting there on your bench, your cock in your hand stroking it, looking at me with such hunger. Fear shook me as he walked towards me, naked and rock hard. I was hanging from the rafter, my toes just barely dragging the ground, a few feet from where my own clothes were piled. You grabbed my breasts, twisting my nipples painfully, to the point of making them bleed. You took your time roughly squeezing, twisting, and groping my pussy. I was crying, begging for your mercy. Then I felt cold steel between my vagina lips, a large pipe you are pressing up against my tiny little fuck hole, already pinching the delicate flesh of my entrance. As I screamed and cried and begged you not to hurt me, I heard you laugh, low and dark. “Help me, Mommy!” were my last words, as you impaled me. From my bald, young kitty, to my untouched tonsils, I was filled with the cold, lead pipe. As my body twitched, all of my fluids draining along the pipe to pool at the floor, the last thing I saw was you, jerking your cock, and coming on the ruins of my sweet little cunt.

But, you weren’t done, were you?

Necrophilia phone sex with Langley’s help!

Necrophilia phone sex LangleyNecrophilia phone sex is a fetish I simply adore! As an expert accomplice, I get off so much watching my clients enjoy our catch! Some have rape fantasies, some want to eat them, or dismember them. And some want to snuff the little fucking bitches out, THEN fuck them. So fucking hot watching them come apart like a bloody jigsaw puzzle, and get covered with his cum, and my golden love juices!

I picked up this Latina with nice, big tits from the alley behind a bar last night. Way too easy as badly as she was wobbling back and fourth. Soon as I had her back and in his basement, my caller was ready. We’ll call him Jeff.

He was naked, and extremely fucking hard!  I helped him cut her clothes off, letting those nice, big tits bounce out, and watching her nice, dark cunt move with her legs.

We felt her warm, first. Groping her tits, shoving my fingers in her twat, his dick in her ass. She never did more than moan.

Now it was time to really play!

He took a plastic, clear bag, and put it over her head, pulling it tight over her face. In a moment she was twitching, and gagging. But it didn’t take but moments before her fighting came to a stop, and her heart beat it’s last.

We had a blast slicing her open, sticking his dick between all her slick, warm organs, letting me jerk his cock with her uterus, and slicing her throat open for the deepest blowjob she’s ever had, guaranteed!

He lopped off her forearms, and fisted my fucking little twat, and used her removed tongue up Jeff’s ass for the deepest rimjob.

By the time we were done, she was everywhere, and so fucking smothered in sperm and my squirting pussy juices!

Wait ’till she’s cold, then the real fun begins!

Strangulation phone sex play

Strangulation phone sex LangleyHave you ever stood up too quick and got all light-headed, then your whole body kinda tingled? That’s what I’m so fucking addicted to! I get off so hard on strangulation phone sex! Maybe a little too much.

A guy was wanting to learn about erotic asphyxiation, so he asked me. Of course I was happy to oblige! I had him lay back on my bed, while I straddled his lap. Of course his cock sprang into action, and made it much easier to slide him into my cunt and hold on tighter, as I knew he would thrash some at first. But, that’s ok! 

I slipped off my shirt, and leaned over him, while I rode that dick! His eyes were focused on my perky little tits as my little hands wrapped around his throat. As soon as I started to squeeze, I felt his cock jerk and twitch, getting even harder!

I pressed in on his arteries, slowing the blood flow to his brain, making his face turn red, his eyes started to bulge. I didn’t want to stop, the rush of watching his fucking panic, his life draining under my hands was so fucking hot, I started to squirt right fucking then and there! 

Then my grip faltered, he moved, flipped me over before my orgasm had even finished, his dick still deep within my pulsing pussy. One big hand around my throat, he was hissing that I was going to fucking kill him.

Then I realized he wasn’t just horny, he was fucking pissed! Before I could explain that wasn’t the case (well, so it may have been, but gimme a fucking break, here) He threw his body weight into his hand, easily pinning me far into my mattress. His other hand balled into a fist, and he struck, over and over again as he dumped his seed into my belly. In an odd, detached way,

I felt the pops and snaps of the bones in my face breaking, the cartilage crumbling, vessels spewing. As my eyesight faded into blackness, I could hear the sickeningly wet sounds of his fist pounding into my fresh, bloody meat.

Cannibalism phone sex Menu

Cannibalism phone sex LangleyCannibalism phone sex lets me share our wonderful culinary experiences and experiments with that yummy girl meat!

And this is the perfect hunting season! Tourists everywhere, teens on spring break wandering away from their groups, such easy prey.  I have this wonderful, beautiful little spot by the freeway, where there’s a little park with a creek, and a small water wheel with plenty of dark places and bushes. It looks so inviting, females often wonder over to see the water, out of view. I’ve been relaxing in the shade, just waiting. Counting the new budding green tips of the pines. I hear her approaching, calling back to her family to go ahead, she’d catch up with them shortly. “Oh, no you won’t,” I thought to myself.

As soon as she rounds the corner, I spring on her, clamping my legs around hers, one hand around her throat, one pinning the cloth to her mouth. She succumbs rather quickly, and I brought her home.

Once she was thoroughly shaved, scrubbed, and buffed to a beautiful glow, it was time to season her. My Rich is so amazing at mixing herb and oil blends. We slide her in a number of places for whole herbs to be stuffed after she’s very, very coated. We tie her in our roasting rope and place her on the giant indoor grill. The flames are set extra low, as to let her roast all evening. She begins to flutter awake, and tries to scream, though it is caught in her throat. Her tears vaporize as they hit her cheeks from the heat. As her legs got darker and darker, her sad little wails fell into low whimpers, barely sputtering. I pour us another glass of wine while we sit, cuddle, and watch her brown, fragrant flesh cook.

She’s going to make a wonderful main course for our couscous and roasted vegetables!

Langley loves killer phone sex!

Killer phone sex Langley

Having a cold-blooded streak gives me a deep love of killer phone sex! Every girl has their deep, dark secret fantasies don’t they? I have one favorite, one that I turn to over and over again.

Every night I’m on here, I get calls from guys wanting to talk for free, trying to get me to talk before payment, or simply saying nothing, stroking their pathetic cocks on the other end of the phone. They keep my wonderful, faithful paying customers from being able to get through. And even if it’s for a minute, I won’t stand for that!

 He’s strapped to my stretching table. Nice and tight. His eyes flutter as he’s coming to. His eyes are huge when he sees me, he tries to scream, but between my gag and his nearly crushed throat, all he can do is a muffled rasp. Ha! Fucking worthless piece of fucking shit. I know he recognizes me, he’s called from my website enough, fucking twatwaffle. He really tries to freak the fuck out when I pull my set of scalpels out and start playing the flat edges over his naked body, slightly nicking here and there. I can’t help but to giggle out loud. Fucking pig!

Now what to do? Hmmm, it seems that he is having a terrible issue with two parts of his anatomy. His ear, and his sad little limp dick. Those fingers, those are issues, too. I got it!

I take my little pretty shiny, grip the tip of his ear, and start slowly slicing through the cartilage and flesh, I can almost hear him screaming, not that anyone will hear the little git. I hold his ear in front of his face, flapping it around like a red, sick jello jiggler. It’s strangely entertaining! What a nice-sized hole that’s made!

Oh look, he’s starting to spit his gag out. Let’s fix that! I grab what little I can of his impotent wiener, and I start slicing around and around, until all that’s left holding it to his bleeding body is his bloody urethra. I enjoy looking dead in his eyes as I grip it between my knuckles and..SNAP!.. there it goes!

Oh, tears, how sweet. I stretch his detached ear out just a bit, fit his severed dick through it, and wedge it in his sobbing mouth after removing his gag. Beautiful! He’s too busy gagging on his own still-piss dripping, blood-soaked member to see me pick up the cigar cutter.

Fucking love this thing. Just the fun clicking noise they make gets my cunt fucking wet! His pinky finger slides easily into the hole, and just as he opens his crying eyes to look my way, *POP* goes the finger! One after another, ’till all he has left for hands are two bloody palms. His left thumb is keeping his gaping, bloody pisser from bleeding out too quickly.

One by one I ram his own fingers through his hearing hole into that empty fucking skull.

Long after he’s dead, I’m still filling his head with his digits.

Try bugging me now, bitch!

Bloody phone sex at the dentists

Bloody phone sex So I went to the fucking dentist. Nothing unusual, right? Everyone does it, no one likes it, but it’s fucking normal… Or so I thought. SO I’m laying there in the chair staring up at the exam light, feeling like I’m a costar on the X-Files. The dentist comes in with his usual bullshit chatter that always leaves me wishing he’d shut up and get it over with. He puts the mask for laughing gas on my face, though it smells different than last time. I try to lift my hand and tell him that, only I can’t fucking move. My heard starts to thud. I can’t move my limbs or speak. I can’t even fucking blink, just look back and fourth. He takes the mask off, and I realize there was never a nurse that came in. In fact, the building was very quiet. Fuck. He smiles darkly at me, as he starts lifting my shirt, crushing each of my breasts painfully in his huge hands, and lifting my skirt. He bends my knees up and over the armrests, spreading my little pussy wide. Eagerly, he whips his pathetic little cock out, and starts playing around stuffing it in my cunt. His breath coming in ragged gasps as he humps away at me like some little chihuahua. Panic seizes my throat hard when he leans over and grabs one of the pick tools from the tray. While he’s pumping in and out of my tiny fuck hole, he presses the pick against my throat, over the pulse.

Looking into my eyes, I feel his dick twitching. I’ve never been more afraid of a man climaxing than I was at that moment. All at once he jammed the pick into my neck upward, popping out under my tongue. He uses the damn thing to throat fuck me as he comes hard in my kitty. He keeps fucking my dying body as I choke and drown on my own blood…

And my vision slowly goes black… 

Rape phone sex fantasies are so romantic!

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are to me what romantic novels are to most people. My dearest crush, Stephen King put it so perfectly in his book, “Rose Red.” He writes,

“Blood, under the skin. Rationalistic asses like you don’t see it. It’s liquid instead of solid. Hot instead of just warm. It is a world full of mystery…”

That’s how I feel about my snuff world. Where we shed the mundane, the “normal” and the socially acceptable sex we all grew up with. Where we thrive on abductions, on violent fucking. Where dismemberment and stroking your cock with your lover’s removed internal organ. In our world, teeth biting deep into flesh, and gushing blood feed the flames of desire and stoke the primal need for bloody fucking! The animalistic rush as an accomplice, hunting prey with my partner, or presenting a catch to my Master, sets my nerves on fire! Truly, the masochism tango is my mantra!

That hot life force flowing from my mouth and cunt makes my body come alive!

Even the life leaving my body is so deeply sensual.

Take me against my will, use me as your disposable toy, and pay tribute to my body with our blood!

What is your darkest fantasy? Will you share it with me?

bloody phone sex is my pennance

bloody phone sex LangleyBloody phone sex doesn’t begin to describe what happened to me! One moment I was minding my own business on a swing, reading my favorite book, the next thing I knew I was waking up in a pitch black room, on an ice cold concrete floor.

I was dizzy, and I hurt. I hurt so bad all over so badly I couldn’t even sense where on me was hurt. Then bright, blinding light. As my eyes adjust, I see a tall man, naked, covered in blood from his chin to his feet. My heart is pounding! It dawns on me to look down. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My breasts! they’re cut almost completely gone!

I scream and scream! Strong, powerful hands, he’s on me. Opening my weak legs, pushing his bloody dick into my little raw cunt.

I keep crying, then lightly sobbing.. As he fucks the life right out of me, me lowers his head, drinking my flowing blood from my ruined tits, slurping and suckling like a hungry brat on steroids.

The last thing in this life I knew was his hot seed pouring into me, as my life poured out…

Accomplice phone sex gets bloody with Langley

accomplice phone sex LangleyI had a very special request the other day from one who I call Daddy. Daddy was very fucking horny, and from watching my big sister’s snuff video daddy made, I know just what he wants.

First we get my little brat sister, I get to fucking help snuff her out first. I lay her out on a small bed, straddling her waist, clit-to-clit. Daddy slides his big, fat cock into her little mouth and down her tiny throat all the way. She’s struggling for air while he’s face-fucking her, not that she’s going anywhere! I take my scalpel, and when daddy pulls back, I slice right through her throat to the fucking bone. I love seeing daddy’s bloody cock sticking out of her neck, and just have to fucking suck on it!

But he’s not done yet! While there’s just a few moments of life left in her, I turn her around, shoving her gushing neck right into my cunt, filling it up for daddy, while I pop her hips out of socket and hold those long little legs wide for daddy. He shoves his dick in so hard and fast her little pussy is torn the fuck open, and blood oozes out over his stroking shaft. Her heart beat it’s last, which means one thing…

It’s my fucking turn.

Accomplice phone sex presents from Langley!

Accomplice phone sex I brought my accomplice phone sex caller a wonderful gift the other day. A sweet young thing I had been stalking for a while, little miss cheerleader. Thought she was so much better than the rest of the world because she had bouncy tits and fucked whoever she wanted. I snagged her from outside a party while she was puking in the fucking bushes. A cord around her fucking throat and she went down like a wet sack of potatoes, with minimal flailing. Not that she could have fucking thought straight enough to fight anyway. I plopped her in my trunk and buzzed away to his mortuary. He was instantly excited to see something fresh to play with! He gets so bored of the stiff, cold ones.

Together we stripped her and laid her out on the autopsy table, slight under her breath whimpers, not that she would be waking up any time soon, between what I shot her up with and the alcohol, the dumb bitch would be fucking dead before she could scream. With a cock hard as a rock, he began cutting her. First the “Y” incision, slipping the scalpel through her flesh like butter, collar bone to pelvis. Her blood seeped out in a long, thick, gooey wave from the cuts, her heart still trying to pump away, to no avail. When he laid her open, her eyes opened filly wide, shock momentarily frozen on her face, before her heart began it’s final, shuddering, beats. Beat… Beat…Beat… And she was gone. I could just barely see a little steam from her body cavity as he went to work. He liked keeping his work room extra cold, kept them fresh longer. Piece by piece her internal organs were placed in little metal dishes, gleaming still with the moisture from when she was still living. 

He sawed her legs off at the hips, and with my help, cracking the bones out of socket, removed them completely. This makes things so much easier!

 Removing his blood-covered apron, his raging dick was ready. As he entered her still warm cunt, I gripped her womb from within, jacking him off within her.

Feeling him surge load after load of high-powered cum in her was the most amazing feeling.

What’s next?