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Accomplice phone sex with Langley

Accomplice phone sexOn the way home I stopped by our local gym, we ate beautifully, and richly last night, and I had some serious calories to burn off. I can’t help favoring that fine round rump she had on her.

While I was there stretching, I ran into this sexy little thing I work with, Katelyn from youngonesphonesex.com. She’s got a fine, rounded ass, and some nicely thickened thighs. I think my favorite cannibalism phone sex caller will just love the taste of her! I’m the best at accomplice phone sex, and here, there’s no taboos!

So I invite her back to my place, the dumb bitch thinks it’s for a 3 some, haha! So we head over and I have her get comfortable on the couch while I go get our partner. He’s an older gentleman, but he’s got a really nice cock! And an even nicer mind. While he stands before her and I introduce them to each other, I say “Katelyn, this is Rick. Rick, this is my coworker Katelyn, and she’s going to be our dinner tonight.” As her eyes widen, before she gan finish gasping “What?!” I clasp a rag doused with medical grade ether to her mouth and nose. With my upper body strength, keeping her pinned until she loses consciousness.

Once she’s in the basement, and all nice and smooth and clean, her skin softly glowing with the aura of life, I ask Rick, “hey baby, I was thinking, we’ve been eating a lot of grilled and roasted meals lately, and it’s getting so cold outside, do you think we could make a nice stew tonight?”

“Darling, I think that sounds like a fantastic idea! Let’s lay her on the table for prep, and we’ll work together on her seasonings and the vegetables.” This just makes me giddy! I love spending time with him, especially in the kitchen. I feel so connected with him when we prepare our meal together.

The water is boiling nicely in the cauldron while we ground fresh herbs and chopped the potatoes, parsnips, and celery. I have a nice dish of herb rice stuffing baking in the oven. The house smells glorious.

When the water is to a nice boil, we plop her in int rolling water, and clasp shot the metal grate lid, leaving her about a foot between her and the top. She’s there, floating face up for a few moments, before the pain of her hot flesh begins to wake her. She starts crying and whimpering as her flesh turns bright pink, then red. She tries to push against the lid, just making herself sink lower in the water, towards the searing hot bottom.

As her life fades from her body, as she’s cooking alive, Rick and I discuss what plates we’re going to use tonight, and which wine would suit her best. I think tonight, red should do.

Now, what’s for dinner do you think?

Taboo phone sex

Cannibalism phone sex with Langley!

Cannibalism phone sex

I have discovered, that being a student counselor gives me access to the perfect hunting ground, exchange students. I make a great accomplice, with a trusting face, and a soft smile.
There’s this little, petite Latina I’ve had my eyes on. She’s got nice, thick thighs, a round, plump ass, and soft curves up and around her perfect breasts. Just the right balance of meat and fat. She’s always hanging out by herself. So I slide in and spend some extra, quality time with her.
Within the first class period, I have her laughing and smiling. By the end of the day she easily agreed to ride back with me to my place for some 1 on 1 tutoring. On the way she enjoys a latte’ I got her, which with the help of some special little drops has her all but in a coma by the time I arrive in your garage. We carry her small frame inside easily. Once we hung her from the suspension line, we cut her clothes off, and shave her thoroughly. Once she’s rinsed, inside and out, and her skin has been buffed to a soft, supple pink, I help you tie her up with twine. She’s been unresponsive this whole time, save for a couple mewling sounds under her breath.
I gently take my own olive oil and herb blend, and massage it into her flesh, taking care not to miss a spot, right down to her eyelids and ears. Her ass and cunt are filled with rosemary and thyme, and some of the infusion tubed into her now emptied stomach.
We easily slide her onto the spit over our fire pit. It’s stone, with a large, filtered chimney. The granite radiates the heat so beautifully. I made sure not to forget the mesquite chips over the firewood, to give her meat an extra sweet, smokey flavor.
As her skin starts to heat, she starts to very slightly move her eyes, and whimper. Her skin is turning a bright red hue, stinging, when she starts to cry out, trying to figure out whats going on through the haze of pain and the drug. Her eyes can’t focus. Since she has her mouth open and begging for mercy, screaming in the growing agony, I take the opportunity to start shoving her throat full of honey crisp apple slices, some make it to her stomach, others are getting wedged in their windpipe. As the last bit of life starts to drain from her body, her skin is getting a darker, tan tone. Softer flesh around her nipples, ears, and pussy lips is the darkest, and begins peeling back in tiny curls.
While you keep the hand crank going, I use my spray bottle to keep her skin oiled and moist.
She’ll make a beautiful centerpiece for our anniversary dinner tonight, I think she’d pair well with a white Zinfandel.
What do you think?

Accomplice phone sex

Torture phone sex fantasy with Lorine

Torture sexI had a very special request from a caller of mine. He had this little, skinny, flat-chested cunt down the road that needed a lesson taught. A special, painful, fatal lesson. I’m always up for a good torture call.

So we snag the little bitch and pack her away, to our play room. He has all sorts of toys to play with. I just love it when a man comes prepared. We have her strapped into a chair, in her school uniform, knee-high white stockings and all. First, I got to play with a nice pair of pliers.

They felt good and solid in my hands. I gripped her big toenail first, and pulling hard, but slow, dislodged it, pulling the quick out a good 6 inches before it snapped like a wet rubber band. On and on I went, making the pathetic little slut bawl and cry and beg for mercy. Not that it fucking matters, no one will hear her down here!

I took a hammer and nails he handed me, pinning her petite little feet to the fucking floor. She’s definitely not going to run now! My pussy was so wet from the feeling of him watching me, stroking his cock at my bloody work.

When he brought out a soldering gun,  I almost came immediately. It was perfect to cut and cauterize at the same time. I drew a line right up the back of her leg through her stockings, and around the front of her kneecap. She was screaming and sobbing, begging for her pathetic little life. Hahaha! Dumb bitch. She tried to stand, to bolt. Too bad, one of the nails ripped the front of her fucking foot right in half!

Hmm, that would take some strange flip-flops for that foot to wear now!

I had so much fun dissassembling her, popping off her kneecaps with a sucking crunch, feeding her a gag made of her own flesh and hails. Listening to her snort her own blood and tears while sitting in a puddle of her own terrified piss.

But what topped it off for me, was watching his rock hard dick popping out of her mouth for me to suck from him fucking her splayed open ribcage.I am curious, what shall our next adventure be?

Torture phone sex

Sexy snacking

Cannibalism phone sex There’s something extra evil, and extra naughty, about accomplice phone sex. Snuff sex itself is so fucking nasty and hot by itself, but the imagery of helping someone capture, fuck, and tear apart makes my pussy squirt almost instantly. Now, add cannibalism phone sex to that, and oh my fucking GOD do I get off hard.

I picture you and me, people watching in a dark corner of a goth club. You’ve dressed me as slutty as you could. Every curve is accentuated and shown off perfectly. I do so love your tastes. You pick out some sexy little Asian all by herself in the bar, and tell me to go buy her a drink and bring her to the table. On the way I roofie her drink.

When she’s starts giggling and swaying, we walk her outside, down a few blocks to our car. Stupid little cunt thinks we’re going to driver her home. Hahaha!

We get back to yourhis place. The little bitch has passed out. That’s good, easier to get her where we want her. We park in the garage, as soon as the door drops we unload her. She’s so small, it’s easy to pack her to the basement chamber I’ve helped you build. We put her wrists in the irons we have hanging from the ceiling. While she’s dangling, you cut all her clothes off. She looks so tiny and pathetic. Nice, perky brown tits, and the tiniest bush over her cunny.

She starts to stir, she’s crying and whimpering, begging for us to let her go. It doesn’t fucking matter, no one will hear her screams down here.

You shove everything you can think of in her pathetic holes, gaping and splitting them open, before fucking the shit out of her. I start slicing the bitch open, collarbone to pelvis. And while I grip your dick from inside her body, you pump a massive load of cum into her womb.

I’ve always enjoyed having dinner well marinated before we eat.

Pavlov’s torture chamber

Torture sexI had blacked out, and had no Idea where I was, or how I got here. I was being drug along on pavement, but I couldn’t see anything. I’m blindfolded. Everything hurts like I had ran a marathon. My blindfold is removed, and my eyes blink trying to strain to see. Your face swims into view. I remember seeing you in the store, you seemed so pleasant. But why are you here? Why am I here? Oh god. You took me, didn’t you? Why?

You tell me to shut my fucking face, and do as I’m told. That if I’m lucky someone will see me again some day. You use a pocket knife to slice my clothes from my body, and strap me to something that resembled a massage table blended with a pelvic exam chair. You fastened my arms and legs down, adding a strap across my hips for good measure. My head was restricted as well. I saw a blank blue screen a few feet in front of me. You rolled in this powerful looking machine, which had two huge dildos extending from it. Oh fuck, oh fuck! You rolled it right up to me, piercing both of my fuck holes simultaneously. I cried out from the pain of the sudden gaping of my tiny holes. You slapped my face hard and told me to be silent. That I was just a disposable little fucking whore, no more than a pet, lower than an animal. You instructed that I was not to be allowed to speak like a person, that I was to only bark, and whimper. I was so fucking scared, I started begging for mercy. You landed a bone-jarring strike to the other side of my face, making me see stars. He turns on the screen, and the machine. I was bawling as the automatic fucker ravaged my tiny holes.

Minutes went by, bleeding into hours. I lost track of time in the agony of what was happening to my body. Every time I got close to an orgasm, the machine clicked off, and right when I would catch my breath, it would begin again. Over and over while the screen played videos of girls being savagely taken by man and beast alike. They were beaten, made to stay on all fours, eat out of pet dishes, shit in the corner, and present their asses when told.

You finally came back. My mind was broken. My body was a shit, piss, blood, and pussy juices covered trembling mess.

You stood before me. “What’s your name, pet?”

I whimpered. “I said, what’s your fucking cunt name?!” I managed a small bark. You were pleased. You collard me, released me to the floor.

“Time to go meet your furry companions, and your new masters you fucking cum slut!”

Monks dark ritual

Blasphemy sexGasping and gagging on the blood running down her throat she struggled to breathe, only succeeding in pulling a mouthful of the still warm virgin’s blood into her lungs. The monks had selected her specially for this ritual. All she had thought was that she was going toa costume party. Fucking-A was she wrong. She now knew she was going to die here, in the basement of this old church. Oh why had she agreed to come to Rome!? All she had wanted was to go get drunk and fuck a bunch of hot foreign guys!

The monks believed that by filling her with the pure blood of the virgins, it would purify her own body, mingling with her carnal knowledge, making her a special sacrifice. 

Each of them took their turn, fucking the cunt they now believed to be holy, imparting that within themselves, even as she choked her last breaths of life, and the light slowly began to fade from her being. Before they started slicing through the fine veins of her pussy lips to get her to bleed out, sealing their ritual, she thought to herself, ” a set of blood-filled lungs, and a cum-filled pussy… fucking great vacation, bitch!”

Gangbanged bloody

taboo phone sexI can’t fucking breathe! His fist is holding me too fucking tight by the throat, while his friends double fuck my poor little cunt and pussy. I can feel my eyes bulge and my skin turning colors as the last bits of oxygen are draining from my blood. Harder and harder multiple cocks ram into my holes, switching places, shredding my flesh to a bloody, gaping mess. Blood, pussy juice, cum, and spit run from my crotch down my little legs, all over the floor. Another huge dick is shoved deep into my throat. I want to cry when I can feel my hair being pulled out by the roots as he skullfucks me. My titties are grabbed, squeezed, and pinched. I can already feel my tender, pale flesh bruising. My eye is swollen shut from being hit when I tried to struggle. I’m just too weak and little, and there’s so many of them. I can hear them laughing, grunting, and moaning while they live out their rape phone sex fantasies with my tiny frame. So much cum swimming around in my belly from them squirting their jizz in me, unprotected. My cunt is ravaged, swollen and bloodied. They love taking their dicks from my bloodied asshole and making me clean the shit, blood, and cum from their still hungry, throbbing shafts. 

I know better than to miss your call, it won’t happen again, I promise! bloody phone sex

Bloody blowjob

bloody phone sexWhere am I? What’s happening? I was walking home, that’s the last thing I remember. Then blackness. I can’t see anything, it feels like there’s a cloth over my eyes. I can taste old engine oil, it makes my stomach pitch and roll. I try with my tongue, but I can’t spit it out of my mouth.  My hands and ankles are tied. The floor is cold, and hard. I’m naked. So cold, so very cold. I strain my ears, but all I can hear is my ears ringing. Oh my god, my head hurts. Something warm and wet is running down my face. Blood? I don’t know. Ringing, throbbing, confused, scared… Someone grabs my arm and my leg, lifting me quickly, seemingly with out effort. I’m dropped onto something softer, blankets I think. Not a bed, there’s no give. My blindfold is untied. I can barely see, though now I know it is blood running down from my head over my face and body. Oh god, no. It’s you. Why are you here? What’s going to happen to me? You grin at me, and evil, menacing grimace. My heart shudders. You place an open gag in my mouth, and, wrenching my head back by my hair, shove your cock into my throat. You’re too big, but you make it fit anyway. I can’t breathe, I’m gagging and choking. I throw up in my throat, but your dick is blocking everything. Finally, you pull back, I gasp for air, and you slam into me again, and again, face fucking me hard. It feels like you’re going to cum, but you pull out and piss all over my face, mingling the pungent liquid with my own blood. You throw me over, and pound the fuck out of my cunt and pussy. Your dick is so big, I’m sure my holes are bleeding now, leaking it out with your cum. You get up, wordlessly, and leave the room. I can’t move, everything hurts so much. You come back in, holding a few things that make my blood run cold. A baseball bat, a rolling pin, and a road cone.

What are you going to do with those?

Bloody rave

Evil phone sexWhat a party!

I followed my friend to this dark alley, and when I saw the sign above the door being to a butcher’s place, I thought she was fucking with me. But I followed here anyway, through the old door, past the bloody tables and instruments, into the walk in freezer. “What the fuck, Jen?” I was getting suspicious. “Oh shut the fuck up, bitch we’re almost there!” She replies, and pushes open a hidden part of the wall. This leads us down a short, dark staircase. Immediately, my eyes stung adjusting to the flashing colored laser lights and blaring music. There was some sexy, death growling metal playing and the room was packed full of sexy hardbodies raving out. Soon, my friend has disappeared, and I could fucking care less. I’m dancing with this gorgeous guy who’s had his fingers in my pussy for a few minutes now, while I ground my barely covered, perfect ass into the from of his baggy, (well, they WERE baggy) black-with-chains pants. My pussy is so fucking horny, I need more. I grab his hand and walk him to the side of the room, lean in to his ear so he can hear me yell “Fuck me. hard. now.”

I didn’t need to ask twice. He pulls me against the wall, in a darker corner. He’s kissing me hard, drawing blood from my lip. His had viciously exploring my body, griping, raking scratches in my hot flesh with his unusually sharp nails. My cunt is flowing from the ecstasy I took and the excitement of fucking a total stranger in a room full of people. Soon, my excitement turned worrisome. His other hand came out from behind his waistband, holding a smaller hunting knife. My eyes grew big, taking in the sight of the blade, which reflected my scared face in the metal of it.   He slid it up the front of me, slicing my outfit off, leaving a long scratch from my cunt mound, to behind my ear. He uses the impossibly sharp blade to draw some sort of a symbol over my right breast, slides the blade back into it’s sheath at his back. He frees his rock hard cock, and pins me to the wall with his weight. He whispers in my ear “you’re my fucking whore now, little mouse.” and slams his cock into my tight cunt, making me explode with a hard, squirting orgasm. He fucked me hard and fast. I felt warm, wetness suddenly start pouring over me. I open my eyes over his shoulder. The fire sprinklers have turned on. But they’re not spraying water. Fuck, I think it’s blood!

Before I can find my fear, he sinks his teeth into the curve where my neck and shoulder join. He bites in deep. I scream uselessly into the noise. He’s got me completely helpless, his body pinning me down, his cock and teeth pressed into me, holding me. He’s fucking me like a wild, possessive animal in the bloody shower.

Everything starts going black…

Master’s disposable toy

Murder phone sex fantasiesAs I prepared our most recent victims remains for dinner, dancing around the kitchen naked and bloody from head to toe, mistress perches on a counter, lazily watching me with those terrible, dangerous eyes. She informs me we have a guest for dinner, and dessert. Her own master has arrived. I pause, what horrible creature could be so powerful, so much more murderous as to be HER master? Then the thought occurred to me, I hadn’t made anything for dessert. She tells me it’s already been handled, and not to worry. That his coming was a very special occasion. I go back to rubbing salt and thyme into the chunks of pink flesh I had rinsed the blood from earlier. But my heart still beat.

Suddenly I’m waking up. I don’t remember falling asleep. My body is moving, back and fourth on a table of some sort. There’s something in my throat. I can’t breathe. But why doesn’t it hurt? I can’t see very well. My eyes aren’t all the way open.

Oh, God help me! He’s on me. It’s gotta be him. He looks like they say demons do. Beautiful, big, dangerous. He’s thrusting in…in…oh fuck! his dick is in my throat. But not from my mouth, from my chest! I’m cut open, and he is fucking my throat from the bottom up. Mistress is holding my esophagus, helping to jerk his dick off in the back of my mouth. WHY DOESSN’T IT HURT?! My heart is poun… wait, no it’s not pounding…. then it occurs to me. It doesn’t hurt, because I’m dead. I was fucking dessert. They are using my mangled, empty corpse to fuck. I’m covered in pussy juice, cum, blood, and pieces of myself.

But it doesn’t matter…. not anymore…