Category: Killer phone sex

Dismembering girls are my favorite

Snuff phone sexI love when I can play your dirty little accomplice. I love the thrill of you giving me every detail of what kind of girl you want down to the last detail. Making sure I find us the right little bitch is always the funniest part for me. Then bringing the little slut to our warehouse and dismembering her limb from limb. I always make sure I lift her head to watch us saw off every limb, watching her scream and tears falling down her bloody little face. I like watching you shove your cock through her pussy and up to her stomach. Then I will rip open her stomach to see your cock and I help jerk you of till you shoot your cum right in her stomach.

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!

I’m going to cum from this eventually

I was out at a bar with some friends and I decided to leave before anyone else. Walking out to the car, I had my head down looking into my purse and suddenly I had arms around me pulling me toward a car. I saw the car and knew it was my ex’s car. I screamed at him to let me go, and he took his arms off me and said “Alright, alright stop your fucking screaming it’s just me. Get in the car.” “With you? Oh fuck no…I’m not going anywhere with you.” He flashed a gun and again told me to get in. I got in the passenger side and he pushed me to the driver’s side and told me to get going. When he was shoving me over I noticed a woman tied up in the back with a bandanna around her head gagging her. “Where are we heading.” I said to him in total fear. He told me to just head out and go left out of the parking lot. After about 10 minutes we arrived at a dump of a hotel, the $20 a night kind of slum. My ex turned around and pointed the gun at the woman and told her she was going to walk to the room and not make a sound or she would be shot in the tits. He took the gag off her and she gasped and rubbed her face.
In the room he had a tarp laid out, and when the woman saw it she started to panic. My ex punched her in the face as hard as he could and told her to shut the fuck up. He took the blanket that was on her and laid it over the tarp and told her to get down on it. She whimpered a little and he raised his hand and she stopped immediately. She lay down on the blanket and he told her to cross her legs Indian style. Then he looked at me and said when I tell you to, jump on her knee. When he said go, he jumped on her other knee and her hip joints broke. She started screaming out of pain so he stuffed the bandanna in her mouth. Tears were streaming down her face.
My ex doesn’t get off from fucking of any kind. He cums simply from torture and I am his accomplice tonight. And I think it’s going to be a long night.
I will write more tomorrow, I have to go help him again…

Accomplice phone sex

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.

Nipples, tortured and filleted

Sometimes, you end up in a situation that you thought you wanted, but it evolved into something worse than what you could have even imagined. I met a guy online thru an alternative sexual meeting group. I figured there would be other people with extreme fetishes. That is the point of the groups. One guy in particular lived somewhat close to me, only about 35 min away. We exchanged numbers and agreed a meeting for sexual purposes would be a good idea.
We had texted a few times and decided on a day to meet up. I was nervous and excited to try some sexually charged torture. When I arrived he promptly escorted me to his dungeon. It was quite elaborate with a lot of restraint devices and canes, craps, clamps of all kinds. He stopped me at the door, ordered me to strip. He pointed to a table and said lay on it. I laid down on the table and my arms and legs were pulled tight stretching me out and making me unable to move much.
He jammed a dildo in my pussy that I think had to be 12 inches around, it was huge, but it felt like I was being fisted and my pussy was aching to cum from it. As I was laying there he was watching me enjoy the large object inside me. I opened my eyes to see a giant knife in his hand, and without giving any moments at all to react, in one motion is filleted my nipple clean off. I screamed from the intense pain, but at the same time he was still fucking my pussy with the giant dildo. I don’t know how or why, but I came. I went home to mend my wounds and think about the events of that night.

Torture phone sex

Home invasion phone sex with Makayla

When the window broke I knew someone was trying to get in. I yelled down the stairs that I was calling the cops. I picked up the phone and the line was dead. I tried to turn the lights on but the power was out. I tried to run and hide but the found me. Dragged me down the stairs by hair. Pulling me to table. They tied me up and made sure all the blinds were shut before they turned the power on again. They gagged me and ripped my clothes off. They set up a video camera and started playing some hard rock music. They got naked and started rubbing their cocks all over my naked body. Each one of them had a knife.

Home invasion phone sex

They started digging their knifes one by one into my soft belly skin. “You will slowly bleed out and die. We want out viewers to have a bloody show.” They started fucking my dry pussy. Forcing their hard cocks into my dry hole, ripping and tearing me. While the other one started throat fucking me, making me gag on his giant cock. It wasn’t long before it started to feel good. The blood from my pussy tears made for perfect lube and I had thrown up everything in my stomach so now I was just gagging. They switched holes. Decided to both fuck my tight asshole together. They shoved one into my bloody covered asshole and started forcing the other cock inside of my ass. They started kissing each other as they fucked my asshole together. That’s when things started drifting away from the pain. Everything went dark.

Killer Phone Sex Fun with a Friend

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are my specialty. As a young girl, everyone called me Wednesday Addams because of my morbid fascination with death. Now, I never killed animals like most serial killers. I like animals. It’s people I hate. I am not really a serial killer either. Serial killers murder out of compulsion and they have a type of person they kill, along with a pattern. I kill because I want to, not because I need to. Sometimes I kill for money; other times I kill because the world doesn’t need another asshole or annoying brat. I am more like an angel of death than a serial killer. My killing is compassionate killing for the living. I have this girlfriend who was being harassed and stalked by a total loser. I mean she is a hot model. Statuesque beauty who can have any man she wants. Why would she waste time with a small dick loser? Especially one with no money. I threatened him once. I only give you one warning to back off. The second time we tango, you die. I don’t have the time nor the energy to waste giving warning after warning. Plus, how do I carry any weight if I have no follow through. I want to be taken seriously as a snuff porn queen. Brandon didn’t heed my warning. He also didn’t heed the court’s warning when he walked right through that restraining order. Just like Earle, Brandon had to die. My friend went with me. She was my accomplice and ticket into his gated home. He still lived with mommy and daddy at 35. How pathetic is that? They travel the world, so they were not home. Once we were in, he saw me. Rightfully so, he was scared. He tried to run, but I tossed a bottle at his head and down he went. I wanted to slit his throat immediately, but there is no fun in that. I tied him to his bed spread eagle and naked. Chopped off his balls so I could use them as a ball gag. Aimee did the honors and whacked off his pecker. We let him bleed out slowly and painfully, waited until the shock sunk in, then we sliced an artery and left to have dinner. He had no friends. His parents won’t find him for two weeks. Don’t be a loser or an asshole and you get to live.

Evil phone sex with Ivy

Evil phone sex

I’m craving something evil. Something so bad that you would have to repent and bathe in holy water to feel a little bit clean again. I mean if you believe in the joke of God and all that stupid bullshit that goes with it. I believe in what I see and I have seen some evil shit. Like a 9 month swollen belly getting sliced open with a rusty knife… hands ripping that big swollen belly open and pulling out that lifeless body. The new mommy screams as she watches the life she grew being used as a fucktoy! God thinking about it now makes my pussy drip. I love hunting for pregnant women. Their big milk filled breasts are so juicy and tender. Their big bellies are easily filled after you rip out that little fucking shit bag. I wonder which one of you has the balls to hunt for 2 with me!

Killing Francis

snuff phone sexOh Francis, Francis, Francis, why are you always surprised that I want to hurt you? Look at you! You are nothing but a wimpy little sissy bitch, with a girly name like Francis how could you even hope to be anything else? I can see that you try to appear masculine but we can all see right thru your pathetic charade! That is why you are here, on stage where everyone can see just how pathetic you really are. Look at you, tears in your eyes, begging for mercy, why the fuck would I give you any mercy you pathetic loser? Can you feel that rope around your neck biting in? Can you breathe after I slam this fucking crowbar into your chest? Hahaha look at you! Every time I hit you, you cry more, you beg more, you show yourself to be the bitch I always knew you were! I’m going to end this now Francis, I am going to slam this crowbar into your chest until that sternum of yours is shattered, you are going to fucking die here today!

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!