Category: Killer phone sex

Babysitter Phone Sex Nightmare

babysitter phone sex renaBabysitter phone sex call, a true story. I just started to babysit when I would get these calls on the home phone saying “I am watching you through the window, I am going to rape your pussy and cut you open you little whore.” Being young and naive, I thought it surely had to be boys from school overhearing I had my first babysitting job so I didn’t take it seriously.  The next night, when the kids went to bed, I laid down on the couch, changing into my nightie knowing the parents would be out real late and they said I could crash there.

As I fell asleep, the phone rang again. “You look beautiful in that nightie, you’d look better with my cock ramming your insides until they are inside out.” At that point, there had been quite a few random calls and it was silly to me. “Stop pranking me, I am not falling for this again. Don’t you have homework”

The voice behind the phone turned terrifying as he started describing in detail the underwear I had in my drawer at home and all my clothes in my closet. I lived next door to the house I was at.  He threatened to hurt my family if I didn’t come outside in between the houses and suck his cock.  I hung up hoping this creep would just give it up as I knew he just wanted to scare me and it was working.  He didn’t give up. He called back again.

“Tell me what you would do to my cock or I will kill your fucking family.  Suck my cock on the phone with me you dumb whore”

I started complying, while terrified with fear, and he seemed to settle for phone sex vs. needing to have sex in person, for now at least.  My nightmare would continue later but for now, he squirted his cum all over my phone as I sucked it down on the other end of the line.  “Good job Rena, you kept your family alive, one mistake, and they are gone. Be a good whore Rena. We will be in touch.

Fantasy phone sex Ends with Dog Training Collar around my Neck

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I love pushing the boundaries of what’s possible in Fantasy phone sex. Occasionally you can find a lover on board wrapping his hands around my neck and increasing the pleasure of my orgasm. When I’m desperate for that pushed pleasure, I cover a tie around my neck and knot the other end to the door while I hear men tell me what whore I am.

One of my distinguished callers told me of a site full of all the active gloryholes. So I had to explore. Last night while I was away from all my favorite perverts, I drove to the next state and visited an adult bookstore with a beautiful theater. I had been in contact with a local who escorted me into the theater. For a Friday night, it was jammed packed. We weren’t the only couple, but I was the most adventurous female. I came with a training collar for dogs. My escort had me on a leash as he knew I needed the restraint of pain to feel pleasure. As I sucked cock after cock he pulled me back, knowing I couldn’t help but lean into finding more and more cocks to make cum.

Bloody Phone Sex is My Game. Venus is My Name.

bloody phone sexVenus is my name. Bloody phone sex is my game. My favorite color is blood red. My fascination with blood goes back to my younger years when I saw an accident on my family’s farm. One of the workers fell off his tractor and it ran over his arm. My guess, I was knee high still. But my attraction to the site of blood was strong even then.

Now, I am a seasoned bloody pro. Rarely, do I kill some one quickly. I prefer long tortuous bloodletting. Call me a vampire of sorts. Although I do not drink blood in a glass or exsanguinate a body, I do enjoy bathing in warm blood. Witches believed that bathing in virgin blood extended their life tenfold. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin nowadays?

Luckily, I am a taboo phone whore with no age limits and an unhealthy disdain for young girls. Stupid, young things make my life hell. So, I have zero issues with kidnapping any young girl. Last night, I snatched a young one for my blood ritual. Some illegal immigrant brat no one will report missing because no one knows the girl exists. She resided in a town a few counties away. Never hunt in your own backyard.

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Those tender age girls bleed easily too. Her tiny body hung above me. I could smell her fear. Her cries and screams, I found arousing. I let her stew above me in fear to warm up that blood further. As I laid below her in an old steel bathtub, I masturbated to her fear. I used my large Damascus gut hook knife to spill her blood and guts all over me.

I should have prolonged her torture sex, but my need for her blood compelled me to kill her sooner than I would normally. As her virginal blood cascaded over my body, I came so hard. I felt her blood bring me more life. I laid there, enjoying her warm blood and entrails, until it was time to feed her carcass to my pack of hungry wolves that l share my land with. Those wolves are the best accomplices I could ever have in my life. They eat the evidence and keep all my deadly secrets.

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I can’t believe how horny I got when my boyfriend told me he wanted to knock me up to abort the offspring.

Over and over again, he wants to breed me and kill it. Wow, why did it get me so horny? I guess I am a depraved slut who enjoys a murder scene. A snuff sex lover who wants to be used up choked to death, and beaten. The blood all over my body turns your cock on so much.

You can’t deny wanting to feel your cock inside my guts. Why not go ahead and make it happen? Show me you will do as you please. Shove all that cum inside me and make me a breeding slut that will get snuffed out some more.snuff sex

Bloody Phone Sex Makes Quite The Cleanup

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From the latest bloody phone sex call, a true story.  Walking in the apartment, I saw the blood from the steps. Little spatter and footprints leading away from house. I had a horrible feeling as I approached to see the door cracked and blood oozing down the first hallway and piled up at the ledge of the door.

Next, as I entered deeper in the house, my shoes encountering so many puddles of blood that it sounded like  walking outside during a rainstorm sloshing around in rain puddles.  I knew my footprints were tracking it even worse in the blood filled house, making a bigger mess than currently was there, but I truly didn’t care one bit.  I wanted to get to my loved ones.

I saw the house had nothing on but black lights. On the TV was a satanist movie playing on repeat.  Music eerily played from upstairs bedroom.

I started seeing body parts scattered throughout the house at random.  I saw the hand of my loved one who I could only identify by her wedding ring.  I picked it up expecting it to be warm but it was cold and very stiff.  I next saw the foot of a woman I only knew by the painted toes.  I saw a leg close by after that with part of a dildo stuck to it.  I walked up the stairs and saw on the computer screen, a montage of photos playing that basically played out the murders of these people in this house.

In still pictures, one by one, I saw them cut up with a knife, cut up into pieces once deceased, raped after they were gone even.  Finally, to top it off, I watched these men squirt cum from their rock hard dicks jacking off over the dead bodies.

It was something out of a nightmare or one crazy knife play phone sex call.  Can you top that?

Accomplice Helps Master Kidnap and Castrate Victims

Castration phone sexYou have me completely under your spell. I will do whatever you say. You’ve mutilated my body, cutting me with knives and completely scarring my body, leaving me a scarred mess. You’ve fantasy raped me multiple times until my pussy bled and I couldn’t scream or cry any more. My head is completely fucked, but fucked in your favor. You need someone to lure men in with my pretty face. They drive me back to your place. I invite them inside, revealing my fucked up body. By the time they step back in horror, it is too late. You tie them up to your operating table, numbing them but allowing them to watch as you castrate them, making them completely impotent. Your power only grows stronger the more you castrate and consume them, which now allows you to fantasy rape the men you really want. I stay by your side, ready to slice his throat so he can never tell about how you humiliated him.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Only Get Me Wet

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies make me horny. Foreplay to me is planning the death of some stupid cunt. I think men underestimate what a woman like me can bring to the table. Let me explain it clearly. You need me or a woman like me. Why? Because young girls will willingly go with a woman they do not know. However, they will never take a ride from a man they do not know. I found myself alone last night. But not for long.

I met a guy from Tinder. We talked about me helping him explore his fantasy for fucking a younger girl. Like a jailbait girl. However, he did not want to go get a younger girl. He just wanted to pretend like I was a schoolgirl again. That ship sailed 20 years ago. Plus, I wanted to be the accomplice, not the victim. Even though I tried my best to convince him we should go hunting for a teen rape porn star together, he refused. Once he realized I was not pulling off the schoolgirl look like he hoped, he left in a huff.

This did not please me. I wanted to hunt for a very young teen girl. I am a great accomplice, but he did not give me a chance. He just wanted a role play. Although role plays are hot, they should never replace the real fun.  I can lure a young teen girl all by myself. I put on a sexy outfit, got in my car and went to the mall. Even though it is more fun with an accomplice, I can kidnap a bitch all by myself. That is just what I did too.

I found a hot teen slut ripe for the picking. But guess what? I made her all mind. Once I had her back at my place, she quickly discovered I was no model scout. She screamed when I tied her up. But I slapped her so hard, she did not scream again. Although I do not have a cock, I do have a very huge strapon. And I used it on her too. She bled like a stuck pig. Honestly, I did not need a man. But I do believe a male accomplice makes it more fun. She is still in a cage in my basement if you have rape phone sex fantasies to explore.

Killer phone sex with a punching bag

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I’m the punching bag to my hot master and all his friends. I am the first to admit I’m not a beauty and not easy on the eyes. You ever see someone so ugly you want to punch them? Forr you to be in this sit,e you must have some violent tendencies and might gravitate to killer phone sex. The kind of phone fun that has me begging for my life. At the same time, you fantasize about all your depraved fantasies with a smile on your face while you’re jerking that cock of yours, enjoying my hot voice and then making feel torture telling me to pinch my nipples hard and imagine you doing so while you also spit in my face. Choke me out as my master does in front of all his friends. He likes to degrade me, and so do you. I’m only a piece of meat, and I deserve to die!

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies: I Come with Warning Labels

I am prone to violent phone sex outbursts. I am the kind of woman who comes with warning labels. However, the problem is no one reads the labels. Not my fault when they end up dead. I warned them. Personally, I do not think I look like a person who is not serious. I am a Goth chick. None of us look like pushovers. But every week I meet someone who clearly cannot read or take social cues very well. Usually, it is men. But this week, it was a fellow Goth chick.

I met Amber at a Goth club. If truth be told, I am bisexual. I like pussy almost more than cock. Either way though, I am not the typical relationship girl. I do not like romantic gestures. That includes things like baby talk, cuddling, spooning and anything affectionate. I am not that kind of girl. Sex is all I need from a person. All I want from them too. Amber appeared to be a hardcore Goth girl like me. Potential accomplice phone sex material.

I explained to Amber my anti relationship stance. She seemed cool with it. Then on our third hookup, I had to kill her. She showed up with flowers and candy and wanted to move in with me. I will never live with some one I am fucking. She entered my house, and I told her we should spend the weekend in my cabin in the woods. She had no clue that is my kill shack. Some dark, twisted shit occurs in my cabin in the woods.  If those walls could talk.

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Almost immediately when she entered my cabin, she knew she was in trouble. I think she could smell the death and feel the presence of all the lost souls that have died there. I made her death quick. She was a good cunt licker, so she did not suffer like the others. I stabbed her in the heart and within a few minutes she was dead. Although I will miss her tongue, she needed to die. I enjoyed carving her up afterwards though. I took my time dismembering her. Even ate her pussy before I chopped off her limbs. Amber is bear food now.

If I could kill a great cunt licker so easily, imagine what I could do to you. Let Amber’s death be a cautionary tale to you. Don’t baby talk a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. And don’t fall in love with one either.

Snuff Phone Sex Callers Have Occasionally Inspired Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex can sometimes influence me. Usually though, I am a creative psychopath. I do not need to find inspiration on phone sex calls. But occasionally I get to talk to an equally sick and perverted mind. Recently, I gained a new regular. He prefers his woman very young. He likes girls with no hair on their cunts, no tits yet and a sizable thigh gap. I know he is not alone. He shared a story with me about something he witnessed once.

The story goes something like this. He and a friend were backpacking through Europe one year right after college. In my mind, I was thinking this was like a Hostel movie. Some of those Eastern European people make me look like a Disney princess. Anyway, they met a man who asked them if they wanted to see a sex show. Horny boys in Europe? You know they said yes. They paid like $50 total, so they were not thinking this would be a wild show or anything. Of course, that was more money back in the early 90s when this happened, but it was still not the kind of money you pay for snuff sex.

It turned out to be a snuff show with a super young girl. Both men felt conflicted, but they were afraid to leave. These two college guys watched super young girl not only get gang banged but tortured also. The girl was killed and burned in front of them. This was a live show in the basement of an old Romanian monastery. They knew the show was real. Men eviscerated the young girl in front of them. Although logic told them to run and get help, arousal made them stay. The guy who recruited them told them that the parents sell their young girls for shows like this.

Thanks to this hot snuff show, these two guys possess wickedly dark sides now. They travel the world under the guise of backpacking just to explore rape phone sex fantasies all over the world. And this sexy sadistic is going to start being a more continental murderous bitch because I felt inspired. Perhaps, though, I need a traveling accomplice. If I can buy a young girl for a steal, I will do a live snuff show too.