Category: Killer phone sex

Only Evil Phone Sex with an Evil Woman

evil phone sexI am an Evil Woman as the song goes which makes me perfect for evil phone sex. Although some folks may think of me as a sociopath, I disagree. Sure, I will kill and torture men and women who annoy me, even brats too, but I would never hurt an animal. Animals are my best friends.

A guy hired me last week to kill his ex-wife. She’s been blackmailing him for money for years because he likes little girls, and she found his brat porn stash. Since she’s bleeding him dry, he wanted her dead. However, it needed to look like a robbery gone wrong while he attended a conference out of state. He needed an airtight alibi because the ex is always a suspect.

But when I was in the ex’s place to kill her, he wanted me to kill her dog too because the dog never liked him. Animals seem to be good judges of characters. Even though he paid me for killer phone sex, killing the dog did not seem necessary. It seemed personal, which would bring suspicion on him even more. I began to think I was on the wrong side here. He threatened to report me as a person of interest to the police if I did not kill the dog. Fucking idiot.

Men Do Not Threaten Me and Live To Tell About It

He fucked with the wrong girl. I recorded the conversation. I record all my dark net clients for protection. Rarely do I need to use it, but I am always prepared for idiots like this guy. I went to his ex’s bedroom and made her a proposition she could not refuse. When I told her about her ex’s plans, she told me he has hired folks before to kill her, but she outsmarted both country bumkins he hired.

Clearly, he had to die. Although I planned on killing him the moment he threatened me. Too dangerous for me and her dog to keep him breathing much longer. So, I made her my accomplice phone sex partner, so she could kill him. I’d be her alibi. We had to wait a few days before he returned home from his trip. However, I made him think I killed her. We staged the crime scene with fake blood.

I Will Kill You For Looking at Me Wrong

And we greeted him in his house when he returned home last night. Boy, did he look like he saw a ghost. Perhaps, he did. She got to do the honors. And she did not hold back her rage. She must have stabbed him over 100 times. I made her wear gloves so she would not cut herself because the police would question her. But maybe not. Guess what? I carved up his cock, cut it off why he still appeared alive, and fed it to the dog. Then we took his body to my kill shack in the woods and fed the rest of him the wildlife.

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Killer phone sex is what we are going to have tonight. I love watching slasher films, it’s something about watching someone fight for their life that makes my pussy wet. I’ve had this certain fantasy I’ve wanted to play out, hopefully your down. It’s going to go like this. I’m home alone, my parents are away on business.

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I live in a big glass house in the woods. You can see my every move no matter where I am in the house. You’re watching me right now and I’m in my kitchen talking on the phone in bra and panties. You’re in the woods stroking your cock, but once you realize that I’m alone, you decide you want to feel the real thing.

You make your way to my house and notice a back door to the home is open and you walk right in.

By this time, I’ve made my way to the room. I’m in my bed, with my big tits out and my fingers in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. You bust into my room and you’re wearing a Chuckie mask with a machete in your hand!  Your run towards me ready to attack!

I get up and jump, still naked, and I’m able to shimmy around you and run down the hall. I run down the stair and into my kitchen. As I’m running, you catch up to me and grab me by my hair and drag me back upstairs to my room.

I’m kicking and fighting you. You swipe legs to stop me from kicking, but I just start hitting you and punching you harder. I’m screaming and begging you not to kill me, begging you for my life! You’re getting annoyed by my screaming, and you stab me in my neck. You stand over me and look at my limp body and realize you think I’m attractive when I’m bleeding. You start stabbing me all over my body.

My tits, my stomach, my legs, all over. I’m painted red. You look down and your dick is hard as a rock. You get down and stuff your throbbing cock into my stiffening pussy and you cum all over my dead body when you’re done!

Now wasn’t that Knife play phone sex so hot?

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Killer phone sex teen wants to mutilate corpses with you. My ax is still wet with blood from our last kill. Even my lip gloss is the blood of our slain girl in the next room. I can taste the girl’s blood as I speak into the phone, my voice thick with lust and murder. Your heart races, matching the pounding rhythm of your own blood flowing into your evil dick. The thrill of the kill, the intoxicating scents of fear and arousal mingling in the air.

 

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There’s rustling in my closet. Yes, my ax is still there, blood still wet. Soon my new victim will succumb like her sister! Touching my lips, smearing the red of her sister’s flesh. Such intoxicating color, a crimson hue of life and death!

Sex with dead bodies of these little sluts should really make you crazy with blood lust! 

 

You’re imagining our mutilated bodies, lying next to ours. Sex with dead bodies of these little sluts should really make you crazy with blood lust! The blood staining our skin mingling with the scent of death, of life, of ecstasy. You see the rusty tint of the blood soaking into your pores, bleeding into your skin. Your cock throbs in time with my baby girl pussy our primal drives fusing.

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The phone buzzes in my hand, our call still connected. Your voice on the other end is a seductive growl, fueled by the hunger for destruction. “I can taste it too,” you admit, your words dripping with desire. The taste of life and lust, mingling with the stench of death. It’s intoxicating!!! 

 

Snuff Sex teen likes cold blooded murder! 

 

I giggle, the sound dripping with both delight and sadism. So, are you ready to indulge in the intoxicating frenzy of blood, lust, and power? Are you ready to become one with the meat of our victims? Are you ready to embrace the beauty of the Snuff sex hunt? You teen killer will decribe how we kill them and all we do before hand, and we will get off fucking dead cold bodies together! 

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Consume Many People

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies consume many people, me included. But unlike most people, I do not hold back. If someone fills me with rage, it’s usually for a good reason. And I snuff them out. But I never kill quickly. There is no fun in that. Torture serves as foreplay for me. So, when I bring a man home to kill him in my new underground torture chamber, I  make it last hours, days or even weeks.

Marcus resides in my dungeon currently. I plan on keeping this  mother fucker alive for as long as possible because he deserves to suffer. He hired me off the dark web last month to help him kill his business partner. I never ask why someone wants another person dead. It’s a job for me. I do it for the money. However, Marcus tried to renege on our deal and demanded a refund. Do I look like I offer refunds?

No One Backs Out of a Deal with the Devil and Lives to Talk About It

I am a snuff porn broker. Marcus got cold feet. He feared the murder would be tied to him because he stood to gain financially from his partner’s death. However, we set him up with an airtight alibi. I put a lot of work into planning this kill. And he insulted me when he wanted a refund. But he angered me when he tried to assault me when I said no refund. And he has been tied up in my kill shelter under my house ever since.

I’ve dismembered every toe and finger he had. Plus, I took a blow torch to his balls and the soles of his feet. And I sliced off his nipples and castrated him too. Now, I am slowly letting the blood drip from his body. Exsanguination is a painful and a very slow death. The average person holds 8-10 pints of blood in their body. So, I let about a half a pint drip from his body a day. He has about 4 days left until he dies from blood loss.

Once he dies, I will feed him to the wildlife, and he will never be seen again. Teach him to fuck with the snuff sex queen.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Requires an Advanced Palate

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex requires a very dark mind. However, I suspect many men who think like me exist. The best way to get rid of evidence of a crime is to eat the evidence. Unless the crime lab inspects your shit, no remains will be found. Plus, I find that the human body is a delicate treat for us sometimes. One human adult body can feed me for months. And with the rising costs of food, human flesh seems more and more like a viable food option.

However, I am picky about what I put in my body. Only premium meat will do. So, when I am in the mood for a special meal, I take my time and hunt for it properly. I want a natural meal. No fake tits. No steroid use to build body mass. And I want natural hair color with no Botox or fake tans either. You are what you eat, so pick a natural meal. One with some meat on their bones too.

Who Wants to Join Me for a Special Meal?

Snuff sex meals take preparation too. And I take pride in what I put in my body, so I season my meal to my liking. And I soften the flesh with butter baths. No one enjoys tough meat. However, the key is to get the flesh cooked just right, so it almost falls off the bones into your mouth. And there are many ways to prep your meal too. I can help you. Consider me your macabre sous chef.

Now, I have a meal waiting for me. A cute natural plump girl. And she is naked in my dungeon soaking in a big tub of hot water and butter. I added some seasonings to make her taste succulent too. I will roast her over an open fire today. However, it will take at least 6-8 hours to cook her thoroughly. You never want to consume raw or undercooked meat.

Now, this special taboo phone sex meal is more than I can eat. So, play your cards right, and I will invite you to dinner.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, An Addiction of My Homicidal Mind

Homicide is a fixation and Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are perfect to play out this. As a tender young little demon I was torturing and killing things.

Honestly, I liked making my dollies all bloody and dismembering them. In these early years I even learned to make nooses. And with these I would hang my dolls. Then I  would stab them and use red paint for blood.

One time I was fascinated with blood and I took a razor blade to a boy at school. I slit a tiny mark on the back of his neck. He sat in front of me and I wanted to play with some blood. The fucking brat screamed and cried. Due to his scene I was taken from the classroom.

Fast forward now, I am so intrigued by how much a body bleeds out. Gaining a  love of stabbing little brats and their mommies. I like to compare how their bodies bleed out.

In fact I have gone so far as to even go shopping at Hunting stores to buy all kinds of tools to process the hunt. Only the hunt is human for me.

Once I get the blood collected I love to just bath in it. Like Bathory. A bloodbath is so delicious and rejuvenating.

Finally I will often pour a couple of bottles of champagne or spumante in my blood. This is to keep the blood from coagulating too quickly. And lets face it I love a little efflorescence in my blood bath.

You see It’s my version of a bath bomb.

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Are You Ready for a Killer Phone Sex Session?

killer phone sexYou ready for a killer phone sex session? I can be your accomplice or your victim. You see I consider myself a sexy switch. And that is the best of both worlds. Sometimes, I get to be both. When I hooked up with David last night, I did not know what to expect. We got drunk in a bar together and decided to hook up afterwards. He told me about his attraction to young girls. The kind with naturally bald cunnies and small little boobs.

So, I told him we should hunt for a little girl. Certainly, on a holiday weekend, we could find the perfect little fuck meat to satisfy his hunger and curiosity. And we did too. We picked up some young teen girl hitchhiking along the road at 4 am. Perhaps, she had a death wish. So, we just made it come true, you know? We took her to this no tell motel and paid her. Between the two of us, we had enough cash to buy a teen rape porn star.

I gagged her mouth, sat on her face and restrained her arms, as David turned her naturally bald pussy into his P playground. She struggled some, but she never screamed for help. I know she knew she asked for this when she took a ride from Bonnie and Clyde in the middle of the night. Although this little cunt drained David’s cock dry, he still had some juice in his gun for me.

Our Victim Got Her Revenge on Me

But he did not want me to be willing. He wanted a fight. So, I gave him one. I am not some paid whore anymore. And that meant I was not going down without a fight. He got our victim to give me a taste of my own medicine, and a taste for teen asshole. She sat her ass on my face suffocating me until I almost passed out.  And together they explored their rape phone sex fantasies for a stripper whore.

He even got that young teen girl to fist my ass and pussy. Although I thought I went easy on her, she gave back to me what I gave to her in spades. And now I can barely walk, and I have bruises all over my body. I thought I would just be the accomplice, but last night I was both the accomplice and the victim. And I can be a sexy switch for you too.

Ass Rape Porn is the Reward for a Snuff Killer

Stuck in the Ass Rape Porn of My Nightmares

I can’t tell if I’m stuck in an ass rape porn vid or a horror movie. I’m stuck in this old, creepy house with a masked killer. No matter where I hide or try to run you seem to find me. Then your knife slashed into my skin when I escaped the last time. I ran upstairs to hide under the bed. I felt a hand wrap around my ankle amd yank me from under the bed. Then my ass was being brutalized. Your knife was ripping into my asshole. My screaming made your cock hard. You rub your cock on my bleeding gash and soak your cock in it.

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Then that serial killer cock rips my asshole apart even further. I scream so fucking loud it sends a shiver to that bloody cock. Your rape phone sex fantasies have cum true with this murderous anal fucking. You grab my face. Then push your bloody fingers into my mouth to make me shut the fuck up. You stab your cock into my torn-up bloody ass. I start to faint due to the blood loss. But you want your victim to suffer until my last breath. Every time your ram your cock into my ass, you jab your knife into my back and sides.

Force Your Cock Inside Your Bloody Phone Sex Whore

The blood soaks into a puddle underneath us. You love the warm and sticking feeling. The weak shallow gasps I make after you puncture my lungs. You cram your knife between my ribs and keep it there. You feel yourself about to cum. So you pull your cock out of my destroyed ass and flip me over onto my back. I can barely breathe. The blood is filling my lungs. I look so much prettier a bloody mess. You stroke your cock over my bloody face and tits. It’s time for this bloody phone sex slut to get her reward. The cum shooting onto my face is the last thing I see before I take my last shuddering breath.

Murder phone sex Fantasies With Accomplice Slut Rena

You and I, we’re quite the pair aren’t we? We played out quite the hot Murder phone sex Fantasies we had talked about recently. Let me just tell you, it was spicy and just like we discussed!

We took turns using what remained of her body parts for our own twisted pleasure until there wasn’t much left except for memories etched into our minds forever…and some DNA evidence if anyone ever dared investigate too closely (which they wouldn’t). Satisfied yet still hungry for more carnage, we moved onto each other; our lust unquenchable even after desecrating another human being together.

And so it went on – a never-ending cycle of violence intertwined with passionate sex acts that would make any sane person cringe in disgust but only fueled our insatiable desires further. Until one day…the police showed up at our doorstep unexpectedly! They found us covered in blood stains and semen trails leading straight from the crime scene back home where we had been enjoying ourselves all along oblivious to their approach.

As they dragged us away in handcuffs, all I could think about was how much I wanted to taste you again…to feel your warmth surrounding me as we made love amidst the chaos of our twisted reality. But alas, those days are gone now; replaced by cold steel bars separating us and endless hours spent contemplating what went wrong while awaiting trial for our heinous crimes against humanity.

But don’t worry my love, once this is all over and justice has been served (or not), we’ll find another plaything together – maybe even better than before! Our bond is unbreakable no matter what life throws at us; just like the scars that will forever remain etched upon both our souls from that fateful day at the park when we took a young girl’s innocence and left her battered corpse behind as proof of our perversion.

Torture Sex Serves as My Foreplay

torture sexSome people deserve torture sex. Usually, when I capture a victim, I do it one at a time. However, I made an exception last night for a couple. They tried to scam me. And I do not take kindly to people who think I am some stupid twit. Because I am not. They slammed on their brakes on a winding, wet road. Perhaps, I was following too closely, but I barely touched their car. No dents. No paint scrapes either. Nothing. However, the woman rolled out of the car like I crippled her.

She started yelling and screaming about suing me for everything I got. Good luck bitch, I said to myself. Because I knew neither her nor husband would survive to sue me. They fucked with the wrong sadistic phone sex bitch. We appeared to be in the middle nowhere. No one around for miles. Only cornfields on the side of the road. I acted like I was grabbing my insurance info for them, but I grabbed two needles full of sleeping medicine instead.

Never Fuck with a Sadistic Bitch

I shot the woman up first, and she collapsed. Then I dosed up her husband. Normally, I don’t kill on the spot, but the area screamed kill zone to me. I am stronger than I look. So, I dragged their bodies into the cornfield like I was a demonic possessed Malachai from Children of the Corn. Once their bodies appeared hidden by the corn fields, I drove their car into the fields hiding it. Then, I pulled my car over off the road and grabbed my kill bag.

Most folks have an emergency bag in their trunk, but I have a kill bag full of instruments of destruction. Since, I love knife play phone sex, I grabbed my biggest and sharpest knives. And even a sickle. They woke up from the drug but could not move their bodies. In the hot shot I gave them was a natural paralysis drug. They could see what I was doing and feel all the pain, but they could not move.

I Carved Up and Beheaded Two Scammers

I carved their bodies up like a deer I just slaughtered. They bled everywhere, which I always enjoy. When I cut off the husband’s cock, I stuffed it his wife’s mouth choking her. The crows circled us because they knew dinner was near. Eventually, I used the sickle to behead each of them. I put their heads on the scarecrow’s stake and let the crows peck at their severed bodies.

When I got back in my car, I looked like Carrie at the prom covered in blood. Luckily, I never passed another human. I got home, showered and basked in the glory that I took two hustlers off the street.