Category: Killer phone sex

Fuck My Cold Dead Body

Sex with dead bodies

 

My body is a total mess, sliced from ear to ear, recently covered in my blood. You like your bodies clean and cold when you fuck them, so you rub me with alcohol wipes and put me in the freezer for a few hours. Now, I can be fucked. My pussy is completely dry, just the way you like it. I would never let you fuck me when I was alive, and you prefer me dead. Aren’t I such a nasty little slut? I’ll suck your cock right after you had it deep in my ass. No other girl you know would let you cum in their eyes over and over again without closing them, your cum dripping down their face and into their mouths. Play with my nice round tits as you pump into me, fucking my sexy body until you cum in me, knowing you can never get me pregnant. I am the perfect fuck doll. If  you figure out how to preserve me, I’ll be your permanent fuck doll.

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Murder phone sex Fantasies

When I have Murder phone sex Fantasies I love attaching my noose while I listen in.  Knowing your getting your thrills from putting me in my place. Filthy covered cum holes like myself barely deserve to live. Our only purpose is for entertainment. If I happen to be a little quiet it’s because my life is skirting the edge of existence. Since realizing my place as a crusty cum dump it’s hard for me to want to stay here if I am not getting cocks to cum. Or allowing my life to be pushed around by the desires of masculine forces.

Evil phone sex gets more and more brutal by the pump

Evil phone sexI want to be a burden that’s beaten and starved and treated to the worst evil phone sex imaginable.. It’s the best place in the world to me when I’m unwelcome yet forced to stay. My dark fantasies flow through me like an energy, and I seek out suffering like a force of nature. My abusers are my favorite people, and I always come back even if I manage to escape because I can’t imagine life without them. There’s something primal and amazing about getting fucked hard into a cold floor while I make it warm with spilt blood. My memories are always a haze, one moment to the next a journey I’m not quite there for. Dissonance is my true name, and that’s why I don’t have a story for you today. I have many stories, all bleeding together like my wounds in a puddle after killer phone sex. Was yesterday when they stuffed me with a dildo so large and bumpy it ripped me open? Was yesterday when I was forced to suck men back to back without even a break to breathe, every single one so deep I saw spots until eventually I blacked out? Was yesterday when I had to teach a class about sadism with a hands on practice? My life is an action packed adventure and I’ll struggle to tell you when something happened, but if all you’re looking for is a story you’ll get one from me. You’ll get a lot of stories from me, an infinite antiquity of selfish and painful memories are stored deep in my skull. Care to try and beat them out of me, or pry them out with clawed fingers and an ice pick? My dark skin set me up for this, but I took off running, and here I am, ready for another session of brutal knife play phone sex.

Killer Phone Sex with a Killer Teacher

killer phone sexSometimes, I am in a killer phone sex mood. Like for real. I am an undetected serial killer. I do have a type, but it is a type that law enforcement will never see. I like to kill sluts, tools and small dicked losers. One of the ways I stay under the radar is making sure there is no evidence of a crime. No body. No crime. I have a kill shack in the woods that no one has ever found. It was my grandfather’s kill shack. I went with him many times when he would kill. He was a prolific killer too who taught me everything I know about murder. He made me the killer I am today. Do you have murder phone sex fantasies? We all do. Just some of us know how to act on them without getting caught. I like to think of myself as a killer teacher. Pun intended. I teach others how to kill like my grandpa taught me.

Trevor found me on the dark net. He had a huge problem his millions of dollars could not fix. He knocked up a young teen girl. She is jailbait and that demon seed growing in her belly is proof he is a criminal. Without her and her little one, no proof. He paid me handsomely to get rid of his problem. I did it too, but I made sure no guilt would fall on him. As much as he wanted to watch me carve up his teen cum receptacle, he needed an airtight alibi. He paid me in bitcoins so there would be no paper trail. I kidnapped the blackmailing whore and gutted her. Carved that demon seedling right out of her belly and fed it to the coyotes. Then I dismembered mama (may she rest in pieces, LOL). I fed limb by limb to the wildlife. No trace of her or the demon inside her belly exists anymore. She will just be listed as another runaway. With me as your accomplice phone sex partner, you can be an undetected killer too.

His Fucked-up Necrophilia phone sex drives my cunt wild

Necrophilia phone sex

He likes them dead and cold with my hands inside a little corpse jacking him off during our Necrophilia phone sex.  A bloody End to her life means a huge cumshot for him. Men like him use me to cut up and dismember little ones after we have violated every orifice make my little pussy very happy. Most of the time I don’t have to do much breaking in or even kidnapping because little whores just love me so much. They never see The end coming.

They’re much too young to know or even think about death like that. While I do enjoy a nice young cadaver They just don’t fight as much as say an ex-wife or a girlfriend. Not that that’s a bad thing it’s just an observation that my little fucked up brain enjoys. Now I want to take you right to the scene that I just played out for one of my favorite p Daddy necro freaks. 

My girlfriend has this little girl and a keg stand with her throat open up on my lovers cock. We have used to funnel to fill her stomach up with liquid so that she can give the longest cock bath as we go fuck my little victim. That’s right he needs my hard body big titted girlfriend to funnel those balls and to make love to his mouth with her tongue. 

Fucked-up Necrophilia phone sex drives my cunt wild

And he needs the slicing of that throat after I’ve strangled a little bitch to stop the flow of the cock bath naturally. My boot knife comes out And I slice that bitches stomach open while she’s still alive. My girlfriend and I tell him to fuck her now as hard as he can! We even take matters into our own hands and push him inside of her while she screams. I reach in my hands and find his cock that is already ravaging her baby girl’s cunt. The last thing I do before a murder her is break her legs so they hang limp like a frog. Look, he is having the time of his life and I’m going to keep feeding him sex with dead bodies of young stupid sluts that I can’t stand.

 

Homemade Teen rape porn exposes my dark p mommy side

Teen rape porn Ever seen or heard a Teen whore have unwanted Torture sex with a fuck machine? Well, that’s what I put my neighbors daughter through after the little twit thought she could call me a devil worshiping creep! The worthless cunt should have looked both ways before crossing the street.. We live in a rural area, so a back road is what she takes to walk her slutty ass to school. I hit the bitch with my car, dragged her across the rocky road and tossed the slut into the trunk of my ride.. 

While pulling into my driveway her mother was outside checking the mail.. It was hot to hear her kicking in the trunk while waving Hi to her bimbo mom! Not only did I get off caving in the walls of her once virgin cunt, but I got paid and still get paid till this day for the Teen rape porn I have published on multiple networks. I attacked that bitches pussy with the machine set to an ultra high speed, with no lube! A 15 inch, 6 inches in girth dildo jammed into her dry cunt with no warning.

The sound of her screams in my soundproof closet was exactly what I needed for the content. I should have snuffed the bitch on cam, but I wasn’t as experienced as I am now and was kind of scared of the consequences. Obviously with the fear of being caught I knew I couldn’t send her back home either. After I got off for a few days to her bloody chafing cunt brutally beaten by the medal exposed rod that ripped through the rubber dick from the excessive usage of the machine, her burning body scented my home!

That’s right I cut her up in the bathtub, got a bit distracted and fucked my pussy with her broken arm but finished off by stuffing her remains into the fireplace. The sweet aroma of her dead body managed to fill my home for weeks. I just love the smell of rotting flesh.  I till this day rub my pussy to the amateur homemade snuff porn I made. Oh and by the way nobody ever found out it was me, her mother being outside was a perfect alibi! 

I love to be a punching bag

snuff movies

I want the pain I crave it so much. Ever since my ex-boyfriend got me into snuff movies that is all I can think about is being used. When he beat me to a bloody pulp he had the nerve to pimp me out that night. Semen was dripping all over and so was my blood. It got him so horny to see me in such distress. My nose is permanently crooked from that night. Every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of all the stuff I endured. Any other normal person would feel rage and need therapy. Well, I probably do need the therapy but rage doesn’t even cross my mind. All I want is to get pounded and used up. 

Knife Play Phone Sex for Easter is Bloody Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex on Easter? I think religious holidays are the perfect hunting days. Little girls dressed in pretty, white dresses. Cute little Mary Jane shoes on. Ribbons or barrettes in their hair. Cotton panties. No bra because they have no tits yet. They look so innocent and cute, right? Imagine their blood all over that pretty white dress? I hope that gives you an erection, because it makes my cunt drip. I got in my car this morning and drove two hours away to nab a little slut in her Sunday best clothes. She even had on some white gloves. She was walking by herself carrying her Easter basket. I guess there was some Easter egg hunt nearby and she got lost. I told her I was with the church, and she got in my car. No stranger danger at all. Stupid cunt was going to get what she deserved. Death. I was solo on this one, but trust me, before I made her a snuff porn star. It would have been more fun with you. You could have fucked her little cunt and ass before I chopped her up. Nothing like virgin blood. I drove her to my kill shack. She never got scared until in my cabin and I tied her down. Took her a long time to realize I was a bad woman. Even with my Goth look, little girls do not have the same stranger danger for me that they do for men. I make a great accomplice for that reason. I just felt like killing a little angel on Easter. Clearly, I am not religious. I did hurl some blasphemous things to the little cunt as I stabbed her repeatedly. Her hot blood sprayed my body. Her screams were deafening, but unheard. We were in the middle of nowhere. Another dead cunt bled out. I am sure she will be missed, but not by me. Now, I am in a blasphemy phone sex mood. Should we destroy some cunts together?

I Never Thought You Would Stab Me In the Back!

Knife play phone sex

I thought we were both having fun. We had victims galore, young clueless girls who didn’t know that not all strangers were helpful and nice. They saw that I was young like them and didn’t have any reservations when I wanted to take them to a secondary location. Once we got them inside, it was over for them. We tied them up or let them run around the house. No matter what, you always ended up skinning one of them and stabbing them to death. When you would let me, I would stun them and slice their throats so they can bleed out like a pig. Now that we haven’t had any good catches lately, you have been moving your gaze towards me. You don’t care that I was your lead to find young girls. You have an urge and you need to fulfill it. That’s why I’m in the chair where I have tied countless girls before, scared to see whether you will skin my face or my tits first.

Violent Phone Sex is What I am Prone Too

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex outbursts. I have an impulse control disorder that I have learned to harness over the years thanks to my late grandfather. My first kill was in high school. Without the help of my grandpa and a wood chipper, I would been tried as an adult and sent to prison all my life. I left DNA everywhere, plus I was linked to the victim. She was my bully. That was almost 20 years ago. I am a seasoned killer now. I know how to find a surrogate to represent the person I really want to slaughter. That is the key to staying undetected. You cannot kill a person directly tied to you or someone you have a public beef with. The suspicion falls on you every time. As your accomplice phone sex partner, I can help you find the perfect surrogate. Bob has a thing for his neighbor girl. He was caught once jacking off watching her on her trampoline. His wife caught him, and the girl saw him another time also. Too much of a risk to fuck her and kill her. His wife would think it was him. Hell, the girl could have said something to one of her parents. I took him to a different state where I found the girl’s lookalike. I kidnapped her for Bob, and we brought her back to my kill shack in the woods. I drugged her enough to keep her knocked out for the 2-hour ride. Bob had an erection the entire car ride in anticipation of fucking her. I took all the risk so Bob could have all the fun. I will do the same for you. Bob got to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his Lolita neighbor girl. He fucked her for hours. He started before she even woke up from the drugs. He fucked all her holes too. I do not use a wood chipper like my grandpa, but I have a unique way of disposing of evidence. That little girl had his DNA all over her and in her. She is coyote food now. I am a conservationist. I work with nature not against it. Coyotes are grateful for a good meal, and they never talk. Now for the important question. Who can I help you kill?