Sex with dead bodies is safer right now. Think about it. A dead body cannot cough or sneeze. I prefer stiffs any day, even before this virus. Too many stupid men. Sure, I might see a good looking man with a big cock, but he speaks and ruins it. This week I had some moron call me for a forced fuck call. I asked him if he wanted to be castrated and the loser was like well, I guess I just wasted money. Yeah, mother fucker, you did. That is what happens when you do not read. I am a sadistic. No one fucks me against my will. No one fucks me who I do not want to fuck me ever. The two men in my life who tried to take what did not belong to them ended up not only meeting my inner Lorena Bobbitt, but they ended up dickless stiffs in the morgue too. I do not mess around and I do not compromise. I am not a people pleaser. I am not here for you. You are here for me. Men just fuck everything up, so when I am horny and yes, I get horny, just not as often as most women, I go to the morgue. I find a fresh hung cadaver, hop on and take a ride. The dick is stiff, the body is warm, and the mouth is shut. I have been known to kill a man just to fuck him because he said something that made me kill him. I am not a tolerant person. I am not a warm fuzzy person either. I do not need romance. On rare occasions, I need a stiff dick. It just does not matter to me if that cock is attached to a breathing body or not. Just remember, if you are stupid enough to try to explore your rape phone sex fantasies with me as your victim, you will at the least lose your dick, but you will most likely end up dead. Some of the best cocks in my life have been attached to dead bodies.
Category: Castration phone sex
Walking Alone Is Deadly When You Look This Hot
I never noticed I was being followed. It was late at night. Me and my hot friend were just leaving the bar. We were dressed up like total sluts. She was just about to call us an Uber when I opted to walk home instead. She told me to be careful and we parted ways. I was walking down a dark street on a rough neighborhood. I noticed a car slowly pulled up beside me. The man had a dark shades on I couldn’t see his face well. He must have thought I was a prostitute. He got out the car and had a gun in his hand and pointed it right at me. I froze to scared to run. He said “Bitch drop down on your knees.” He put the gun right in my mouth and made me suck on it like it was a cock in my mouth. Then he forced me to take my panties of and sodomized me with the gun in my vagina hole. I was scared out of my mind.
Microwaved Meat doesn’t tastes as Good! Cannibalism phone sex
Sometimes men tend to forget that I am a cannibalism phone sex specialist. Not only will I murder your whole family and castrate you, but I will also cook, eat, and sell the flesh. Its an erotic undertone that makes my snuff whore pussy so fucking wet, it’s like an ocean. Earl met me in a sleazy ass hotel and needed some deviant sex. He wanted me to put the meat hook in his flesh and ride him while he was hanging. It took a lot of work to set his apparatus up. I did enjoy watching him swing and the blood trickle to the plastic under him. I climbed on him and my clit piercing got caught between us and caused some very good pain as it ripped. That must have invoked my evil Angel of death, more though I was pissed that my anatomy had been disfigured. I jumped down and grabbed an extra meat hook and sliced his dick until it hung in shredded pieces. No one cared about his screams and there was only a microwave her to cook his dick. Rather than ruining this fillet of the penis, I ate it whole while he watched, and the blood slowly poured out of him until his body hung dead and lifeless. I had to call a couple of my Henchmen to load his body and bring back to my dungeon so I could roast his body properly. I would do the same for you if you dared Cross This evil angel of Death!
Laylas Your Sexy Victim
I am easy to fuck when wasted. I was getting ready to leave the party and my freind’s knew I was kind of drunk they begged me to let them give me a ride home. I insisted I would be okay and headed out into the cold night. I felt a little funny like someone was watching me on my street. I tried to ignore the bad feeling I had when I was at the doorstep. I fumbled for my keys. Little did I know someone was hiding behind a tree watching me walk into my apartment. I was so drunk I left my keys right in the lock. It would be my final mistake. I started to stumble into the living room. I payed down on the couch. My titties were spilling out of my tank top. I started to fall asleep. The door cracked open slowly. They made their way in silently. Suddenly I felt a blunt object smack me over my head. I awoke I’m horror. The man standing over me had a gun in his hand. Get down on your knees bitch! He snarled at me. Beating me over the head with the gun he forced me to suck on his cock at gunpoint. I begged him to stop but he hit me over the head so hard I got a concussion. He forced me on to my back and started to sodomize my lifeless body.
Laylas Your Punishment Whore
You had been watching me while jacking off for awhile. I didnt know it but you were following every day. I would walk home from the store and you wouuld be watchig me from the windows of your car. Pretty soon you figured out what street my house was on. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. I wa alone one night starting to drift asleep in my bed. You slid the window open inmy room and crept your way inside. I awoke to someone pouncing on top of me and pinning my shoulders down with my knees. You had a gun in you hand and you started pistol whipping me. Hitting me hard on the side of my head. You said you were going to make me your punishmet whore and if I didnt obey you I would get shot right in the head. You ordered me to get down on my knees and suck your cock immediatley. I was trembling while you forced your cock in my mouth. The barrel of the gun pointing at me.
My Knife, Your Balls
Castration phone sex is what you fucking deserve. I see the way you look at those little girls and perverts like you need your nuts cut off, and sadistic like me love to taunt you with that sweet fuck meat and turn the game on you. I like to make you think you will get to do what all those fantasies you have with that young sweet thing. But you see, I’m really hating on perverts today and I think I’d rather turn the little slut into a hopeful sadistic. I want her to become as sick and twisted as me and making her watch what I do to you with my big knife will be something that will traumatize or inspire her. If she is of the right kind of cloth she will be inspired. If she is a worthless little whiny brat… well then there is only one way to go. I don’t need some brat ratting me out, instead I just call up my guys and let them party with her writhing little corpse. Well she will be alive for most of the torture. To have her little slit ripped up and that puckered ass destroyed. She’ll bleed out, I don’t want them to be easy on her, she does’t deserve that, and you don’t deserve to keep your balls… unless, of course you pay me off. Gratuities accepted and your balls will stay intact.
Caniballism and Sex with dead Bodies
Let me slice you into pieces and eat your soul. I get off on sex with dead bodies just as much as the next pervert. But I love to watch the aftermath of how I will get rid of your pathetic useless body. You deserve to be on a spit and roasted until the meat falls off your bones. Yes, Your cock will be inside me before I cook you, A nice post mortem boner, you will never feel my pussy in life, but after death, I will ride that cock until my cum rains down on you. I will glaze and marinate you and eat your fucking flesh. Gutted and your intestines thrown out for the vultures. Don’t fuck with me if you’re a vanilla man. I am only interested in death, rape phone sex fantasies, and blood and gore! How would you like to serve your Goth Queen today, Alive or In my crockpot? Make my pussy cum with your pathetic weakness, and fill my dark soul with death!
I Became His Victim
My slutty ways we’re bound to get me trouble. I was at a party with some friends and we had gotten really drunk. No surprise I got so wasted that when it was time leave I was a total mess. I started stripping in front of everyone. And yelling out obscenities. The host was get annoyed by me so they arranged a ride home for me with the quickness. They had me escorted into the car of someone I didn’t even know. I noticed we were driving really far out. He had asked me where I lived but eventually I realized he wasn’t even headed in that direction. Where the fuck are we going? I yelled. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. He ordered me out of the car. I was so scared I did exactly what he said. He bent me over the hood of the car and forced himself in side of me. I was getting taken advantage of right in the middle of the street.
Layla Gets Violated
Im easy to fuck when I drink. I was at a party late the other night. I had gotten really drunk and I think one of the guys at the party had slipped something into my drink. I felt really dizzy and was stumbing towards the door. A man stopped me and he offered me a ride home in his car. Against my better judgement I got into the car with him. He drove me to my house and before I could get out he put a gun to my head and demanded that I give him my keys. Scared to death I did exactly what he told me. He dragged me inside by my arm and pointed the gun at my temple. Strip down naked. He snarled. I took my clothes off and he started feeling all over my body with his greasy hands. He ordered me to lay down on my back and seperate my legs. Then he began to violate my pussy with agressive force. I was crying and begging him to stop while he took advantage of me.
Layla Cant Escape This Time
Murder makes me feel really kinky. You remember my prostitute friend who had been murdered. Well she had been laid to rest quite some time ago now. so I decided to go to the graveyard to visit. It was a cold and windy night. I was alone I went to the graveyard and noticed something a little strange. Next to her grave was some black roses with a note attached to it. It said ‘I know who killed your freind’ and it had a phone number written on it. Angered by the display, I called the number immediately. ‘Listen do you think this is funny?’ I cussed them out on their answering machine. And went home really upset I was about to fall asleep on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it. there was a figure standing there with a gun in their hand. ‘bitch get down on your knees! they demanded. they started pistol-whipping me. don’t ever talk to me like that! they snarled ‘you’ll end up just like your friend’ I begged them to stop but they got on top of me and forced my legs open. They took advantage of me just how they did carol.