Category: Killer phone sex

I’ll Teach Your Teen To Love It!

Teen Rape PornI know what your teen daughter keeps under her bed, where she thinks no one will look… One day while you were sleeping, I went snooping all over your place. Your bratty teen daughter’s room called out to me, I read her diary and guess what I found under her bed? A treasure trove of porn and fuck toys just waiting to be played with! I masturbated in her bed until the little bitch came home, just when I though it couldn’t get any better, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off to your bed. I woke you up by sitting your wet teen daughter’s cunt right on your face! She screamed but I tied her up and started sucking your cock until you were nice and hard for me. I picked the slut up and slammed her down on your shaft, making you force fuck your own daughter’s cunt. I whispered in her ear, “You’ll learn to love daddy’s cock in you someday…” I watched as she started enjoying you and then I pushed her away. I rode your cock hard teaching that slut that your cock is mine as I squirted hard all over her little face!

Killer Phone Sex Accomplice Cass Helps You With Problems

killer phone sexDo you have killer phone sex fantasies? I helped a guy get rid of a problem the other day. He got this girl at an auction. The kind of auction I use to be sold at. I know my way around the sex trade. I was sold and bought so many times, that I lost tract. Most girls on the sex trafficking circuit go missing and no one ever looks for them. Sure, traffickers sometimes take girls that are missed. But that is usually for one paying client. Like a super-rich guy with all the money in the world who wants a shiny new Lolita doll for his own personal use. He can hide her forever in plain sight. Most of the sex circuit girls, however, are runaways, street prostitutes and junkies no one ever misses. This guy had a girl everyone was looking for. He knocked her up too. She was a young teen girl he thought was a junkie whore. She was turned into that by a Mexican cartel who stole her from some fancy resort where she was vacationing with her family. He got her for a steal because she was strung out. When he saw her on the national news, he freaked out and called me. He needed an accomplice phone sex partner. She had to disappear. She cannot have his baby. He will be charged with her kidnapping and many other things. He was too squeamish to kill her. The rich men usually are. I did not want to kill her either, but he paid me and I desperately needed the money. I took a page from my former master’s handbook. I gave her a fatal shot of Fentanyl.  Then, I chopped her up into pieces and disposed of the parts to the bears. No trace of her will be found. He had a lot of fun with her while she was alive, but I told him I would get him a new toy. Guys into teen rape porn stars need me. I can get them fresh meat and I can get rid of it too when it spoils.

Cannibalism phone sex: Accomplice Style!

Cannibalism phone sexIt was freezing the night I ran into this cannibalism phone sex loving dude. He was walking around the college campus all by himself on a Saturday night. Most people would have allowed him to fade into the background, not really noticeable, but to me, he creeped me out. I’m not really sure what it was about him, but it seemed like he was lurking watching chubby college girls. I pretended to stumble into him and told him I was headed to a party. He actually asked if he could come along. I had no problem as long as he drove, there is nothing wrong with making sure you have a good designated driver. 

Killer phone sex Along the way, he told me about the dark craving that he had. I love dark cravings. Something that he did not know. Said I looked way too innocent to be a bad girl. He said it was the flesh of a chunky woman he craved. Not just kissing it but the way she tasted in his teeth. I wanted to pretend I was scared but truthfully it made me so horny. I decided that I would bring him a drunk chubby bitch as a thank you for getting me home safely. However, I also wanted to watch and see just as he would do to his newly gifted slut. 

It didn’t take but a couple of hours for me to find her either. Drunk and passed out in a random room I offered to get her home with a ride from my Dad. I hoisted her onto my shoulders and hobbled her out to the car. Once the old man realized I was headed his way he met me on the sidewalk to help out his prize in the back seat. She was quiet enough on the way home. He expressed he was going to take a load of back streets to keep his location safe before pulling into a garage of a house a street looking just like the rest. He wheeled a cart over and heaved the passed-out college girl from the car onto it. 

Fantasy phone sexI walked with him as he brought her into a big open bathroom. He gently rolled her onto the floor and then reached past me asking if I could pass him his scissors. He spoke of how much he loved large pure women as he snipped away her clothes. Softly he washed her with a clean white washcloth admiring every inch of her unblemished skin. There was nothing on her body, not a piercing or a tattoo. A rarity these days, the old man explained. I helped flip her over so he could wash her backside. He explained that cooking unwashed meat was most unsanitary and then I helped hoist her back onto the cart. 

His kitchen was so large. However, he expressed this one would be too large for his custom oversized kitchen even. Something that brought him joy just stating it. I helped lift her to the counter, laying her on her back. Turning straight chef mode on he mixed a concoction of butter and spices and began coating her skin. He took a spit pole and began tying her to it. Her wrist and legs were tied tightly and then topped with foil to prevent burning he said. I did have to help lift her onto the outdoor kitchen grill. Slowly she turned, cooking a little bit at a time. Her skin began to brown and you could hear juices leaking from her meat as she continued to cook out. The two of us sat conversating over a bottle of wine. I couldn’t stay until she was finished but that did not keep him from slicing bits from her skin to let us taste her now and again. The old man texted a picture when he was finished, she was beautifully served up with an apple in her gob. 

Sadistic phone sex

Sometimes I Need Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sex

When you live a life like mine, you need to get out of your head every now and then or else the torment will eat you alive, so a little fantasy phone sex is just the escape I need for some slight refuge from my own rotten little world.  I need a bit of whimsy in my life so I let men take on delightful trips from time to time just to try to wipe my mind of some of my most dastardly deeds.

The other day, I went on a lovely winter walk in the woods with a handsome hiker.  He might be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, no one has ever treated me with the kindness and compassion that he does.  I usually don’t get mixed up with regular relationshipy date bullshit, love isn’t a luxury people like me get to have.  The way he spoke to me with genuine regard and looked at me with the kindest eyes, I just couldn’t resist him.  Against my better judgment, I let him take me out on a day date.  

I needed it, I’ve been going a little crazy with the fuckpig kidnapping and killing lately.  A calm and relaxing walk in the woods with a truly delightful man is just what the doctor ordered.  We strolled along aimlessly and chatted about whatever came to mind.  He really likes movies, just like me, so the majority of our small talk was cinema based, which was fine.  Just fine.  It worked to keep my mind off of all the blood I’ve spilled and lives I’ve utterly destroyed over the years… for a little while.

After a couple of hours, my mind got the better of me.  Eventually, he would find out.  This amazing man who wants nothing more than my attention and company would run as fast and far away from me as he could if he found out who I really am.  I tried to keep my mind on our conversations, but I couldn’t help myself.  Instead of kind eyes, I started seeing his face covered in blood and muck and in lieu of the soft heavenly sounds of an earthbound angel, his voice transformed into the gags and gurgles of a whorehog bleeding out from a slit throat.  So I did the only thing I could in the moment and started making out with him.

He was a great kisser but I couldn’t help but to picture myself biting off his tongue, so I got down on my knees and started blowing him.  That was fine, I love having cock in my mouth.  It’s very relaxing and puts me in sort of a trancelike state.  After a few minutes, he popped his prick out of my mouth and went down on me right there on the forest floor.  It felt so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop him but I did because all I Imagined was a decapitated head in my hands, swollen tongue protruding out of its smelly mouth lapping away at my labia.  When he quickly got on top of me and pushed his cock into my cunt, I realized I had enough.

He wouldn’t stop, though.  As nice of a man as he was, he wouldn’t listen to me when I asked him to quit.  I gave him more chances than I have ever given anyone to control himself and cool off a little, but he couldn’t.  So I did it for him.  A stiletto switchblade stuck right in the ribs finished with a hard twist will stop anyone, I don’t care what the movies tell us.  He rolled off of me right away and balled up in the fetal position on the ground, screaming like the fuck pig he was.  I didn’t let him suffer, I got right on him and slit his throat wide open, an even cleaner cut than I saw in my vision.

I didn’t wait for him to die, I left him there all by himself to bleed out in the bushes.  I stood up and simply continued my walk in the woods, sans accompaniment.  That’s what I really needed anyway, I should’ve known better.  I’m not meant to have a love like that in my life, my violent phone sex world just won’t allow it.  The trees helped me clear my head, I really enjoyed my day.  I’m not really sorry for how I handled things but I’ll be keeping the nice man in mind next time I feel a little weak willed.  Lesson learned.  I wear a crown of filth, not a crown of light.  I’ll never forget that again.

 

Snuff Phone Sex is Therapeutic for Us Both

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is on the rise. I look at this as therapeutic for us both. We can fantasize about killing anyone. I am a stone cold killer who never has remorse, but if I had my druthers, I would be murdering stupid cunts all day long. I would be removing the manhood of men too all damn day. I stay undetected because I kill less than I want. This kind of snuff line helps me too with my murderous impulses. If you went to a regular therapist for your wicked fantasies, that therapist might commit you to some insane asylum or report you to the police as a harm to yourself or others. Not me. I think your snuff sex fantasies are normal and healthy. I will help you explore them. I will help you act on your murderous rage too because I share that rage. Not a day goes by that I do not want to kill someone, many someones. I like to think we can help each other out. Maybe even trade murders to stay undetected. I swapped kills with this chick just last week. She came to me with a man problem. I had one too. The problem was we were both too close to our intended victims to not come under suspicion for their disappearances. Now, when I kill, I leave no trace. No body, no proof of a crime. But I do not like being under the radar at all, so I do not kill where I piss and shit. This chick has an abusive ex-boyfriend who pays no mind to his restraining order. I have a stalker who will not take no for an answer. I made her a deal. She kills my problem while I have an air tight alibi, and I do the same for her. I kill for any reason. The truth is, I like killer phone sex. Who can I kill for you?

Told my mom about uncle having Sex with dead bodies

I didn’t think my mom knew about my uncle having Sex with dead bodies, but i found out she was the first one to see him fuck a corpse. I told her about what her brother was doing and with fear in her eyes she told me so many stories of what he did to her. Like beating her before he ripped her holes open when she was in elementary. She told me he used her just like he uses me to find young victims. She told me all the details I know, how he ties them up and rips their clothes all off. Once naked he will choke them until they pass out just to see the fear in their eyes, before he fulfills his Rape phone sex fantasies with any of their little holes. Once they wake up from the pounding he is giving them. He will tie a rope around their neck and pull on it as they get torture fucked. My uncle loves feeling their body shake and fight against his hard dick when he is deep inside them. Mom said as soon as her brother felt their body stop moving, he started filling them up with all his cum. After he pulls out he makes sure they will never wake up by gutting them open. That is why mom says she was his accomplice until she could get away and I had to as well. That was the last time mom and I talked.

Sex with dead bodies

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Should Be Explored

killer phone sexDo you have killer phone sex fantasies? I know I do. I grew up too late for the golden age of the hitch hiker. I think it would have been hot to hike across the US trading my fuck holes for grass. My luck, however, I would have gotten into a car with Ted Bundy and ended up murdered, be-headed and buried in a state forest somewhere in Washington state. I think, however, my fascination with the serial killers of the 70s and 80s, made me have these killer fantasies. The thought of being violently attacked while hitchhiking has always made my cunt wet. I know. I am a sick bitch. My fantasies run dark. Sometimes, lovers will engage a dark fantasy with me, but most times I am too dark even for violent snuff porn dudes. I do not know if it is all the coke I do, or just my nature to be violent and crave violence. It does not matter why I am so dark and twisted. It only matters that we get off to my twisted fantasies. I had a caller last night who indulged me in a hitchhiking / murder fantasy. He picked me up hitchhiking along a country road. I thought he looked nice and wrongly assumed that he was safe. We got high in the car, then he snapped. Hit me so hard I passed out. I woke up bound and gagged in a cabin in the woods. The guy I thought was a nice man, had a bunch of men in the cabin and they all had rape phone sex fantasies for the stupid hitchhiking whore. I had a killer headache from the blow to the head. I was dizzy and out of it, but they did not care. I was not going to live. They were fucking me before they killed me. I was pretty much passed out when they started dismembering me. They fed my remains to the coyotes. It was a dark fantasy, but one that drenched my pussy.

Gangbang Rape Porn Home Theater

Gangbang rape porn

My most prized pieces of pornography are my old 32mm reels of homemade gangbang rape porn.  I’ll never sell them to anyone for any amount of money, they’re priceless to me.  If you want to see them, you’ll have to come by my place and watch them with me, otherwise you can fuck off.  These things are gash slashing gold, there’s nothing like them out on the internet today, except for maybe the black market on the dark web.  My classic, torture and blood filled fuck flicks are one of a kind and I’ll never get rid of them no matter what.

If you just want to see some butt slut get slapped around by a bunch of assholes or jack off to a fine little fuck pig getting pummeled by a pack of fat guys with huge cocks then I’ll just direct you to any number of the free hardcore porn sites.  You can see a pussy vessel do just about anything you want without paying a penny on the web, you don’t need, and probably can’t handle, my harrowing fuck flicks.  These kidnapped bitches aren’t acting and neither are the men that are fucking the life out of them.

Unscripted screaming, impromptu multiple penetrations, flayed flesh on the fly and gallons and gallons of blood.  If that’s what you want to beat your meat to then we’ll set up a time for you to swing by and check out my shit.  I’ve been wanting to get my projector out anyway, we can make a night of it.  Just a warning; some of these sluts aren’t alive at the end of the flick.  Hell some of them bleed out halfway through it and you get to see a bunch of guys have sex with dead bodies for a while then fill those fuckable corpses full of cum.  Don’t ask me if you can “just buy one” when we’re done, I’m not selling you a goddamned thing except a ghoulishly good time.  Sound agreeable to you?  Just remember to bring cash, I don’t operate a free porn theater, friend-o.  And I hope you aren’t expecting any popcorn, this isn’t that kind of show. 

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex is Not Too Dark for This Taboo Accomplice

necrophilia phone sexHe wanted to try necrophilia phone sex. I made it happen. Not my thing to fuck a dead dick, but then it is much easier to fuck a dead girl than a dead guy because if the dick is not hard when the dude croaks, you are not getting the dick hard after death. But a freshly dead girl still has a nice warm cunt and a nice warm ass. I had to think of the best way to deliver him a dead girl. Do I steal one from the morgue? Or, better, do I kidnap a girl, kill her in front of him then let him fuck her freshly dead body? Yeah, the later was the best idea, so that is what I did. I found a young girl for him. She was playing at a park by herself. She was old enough to be out unsupervised for short bits of time was my guess, but not old enough to know much the birds and the bees. She was perfect. I lured her away from the park easily with my puppy. I chloroformed her in the P van and drove her to my lover’s cabin. We decided that his first sex with dead bodies experiment would be in the woods where no one would hear the screams and the body could easily be disposed of when we were done.

This girl was perfect. Young, innocent and a virgin. She lost her virginity after she died, however. Did you know a dead virgin does not bleed when you pop that cherry? That was a bit disappointing to discover. But my lover said he could feel the cherry pop. He ravaged her dead cunt. I pleased him. I was happy to make his fantasy cum true. I like to think of myself as the one you come to when you have dark fantasies to fulfill. I am a dark fantasy fulfiller. What are your dark fantasy phone sex needs? I want to help them cum true too.

Snuff Porn is What I Love to Watch and Make

snuff pornI love snuff porn. Do you? I am not the kind of girl who watches sappy ass flicks like The Notebook or The Titanic.  Just not who I am. I love violence and gore. When I was a young girl, I was not watching Disney movies like most girls my age. I was not into cartoons or wholesome family entertainment. I inherited my grandfather’s sick perversions. I have the serial killer gene. My grandfather helped me nourish it too. I am not the typical serial killer though thanks to my grandfather. I do not harm animals. I do not have a type other than a breathing human being. I do not have a dump site like most serial killers. I do not even have the same method of operation that often links unsolved murders to an identifiable serial killer. My grandpa trained me to stay under the radar. I am a serial killer phone sex bitch that no one knows about yet because I kill under the radar. Things I learned as a schoolgirl from my grandpa included never killing someone that I had a personal beef with, or at least a beef with that could be traced. Never kill in my backyard. Never kill the same person repeatedly. Never kill the same way twice so a pattern can be identified and never leave a body to be found. My grandpa had to clean up my botched first kills. That was when he took me under his wing to teach me how to be a well oiled killing machine. I am sort of like a female Dexter. I know how to clean up DNA and leave no trace of a body. But I do not just kill bad people. I kill anyone who annoys me or pisses me off, or I kill out of convenience. I am a natural born killer though. Snuff phone sex comes easy to me, but if not for my grandpa, I may have been caught ions ago. Everyone needs a mentor. Let me be yours.