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Cannibalism Phone Sex: Ed’s Dinner

cannibalism phone sex

 

It’s shocking to hear during a cannibalism phone sex call that someone is actually doing it. There’s something chilling and arousing about consuming human flesh. Sometimes, you have to do it to survive but other times it’s for pure pleasure. My friend Ed is a real-life Hannibal Lector. Working in the morgue has only brought out the depraved nature he tried to hide for so long. He started out just fucking the dead bodies but then, he needed more than that. He knew that some of the bodies that arrived in less than good condition had the organs removed, so he decided to look at all the recent ones. Of course , who would miss one liver? He found the perfect one with one tiny hole from a small caliber gun. Ed wrapped it carefully in saran wrap, then put it in his lunch cooler. He knew nobody would ever look there. Once he got home in the evening he went to the kitchen and got out a large skillet. After washing it off, he used a little salt and pepper to season the liver and put it in the skillet, searing it on both sides. Medium rare would be perfect for him. He poured some wine and made a salad. Once the liver was cooked just right, he sat down with his good silverware and china plate on the table, after all this was a special dinner.Ed cut into the liver and got a hard-on as soon as the red juice flowed from the meat. He was so excited he put one bite of the liver in his mouth and immediately started to jack off. He stood up and shot a load of jizz all over the liver and sat back down. Now he could devour this human meat because it had the perfect sauce.

Fantasy phone sex creeps and ghouls like to play too.

            Fantasy phone sex creeps and ghouls like to play too.  Dress up, go out, get fucked. Covered in blood, guts, and gore. We do like to be nasty. In fantasy you can be anything. Do anything. Covered in blood, getting high. Mutilation is fun. When it is done right or wrong.

            Come over the dark side of the moon. Cut the ass up. Tear apart the insides. To gory? As long as you want to get nasty, we can do anything. If something is too gory then we just tone it down a little. Find a nice teen to play with us.

            To point out that teens are fun is an understatement. In fact, a Goth Teen Phone Sex slut will let us mutilate, snuff, have killer fun and even give us ideas. We will immediately get to the fun with a teen.

            They after all are into the witches, the ghouls, and goblins. Everything evil has a way in. Whether it is through the cracks, between the lips, down the throat. You know they are getting in.

            Now all we need to do is find out if it will be by force, knife, or something much more sinister. Will it be painful? You can be sure that it with be orgasmic. Tell me what your Fantasy phone sex with the creeps and ghouls look like for you.

            We will have the role play of your fantasies.

Fantasy phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies has the best kept secret

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies, my favorite pastime. You might think you know what I’m all about just by looking at me  after all, I’ve got a hot, wet pussy that’s always ready for action. But there’s so much more to me than just that.

The real special surprise is the screams of mercy that come right before death. It’s those guttural, hoarse cries that gets me off like a rocket. The victims always think they’ll get out of it, even when they’re tied down and completely at my mercy. But they never do – and that’s what makes it so much fun.

I love holding the little whore down while you defile every part of her body with your tongue. The taste of her is always super sweet, just the way I like it. And when it’s time to fuck, I make sure she’s ready for the ride of her life. I want you pumping that bitch until she’s soaked your cock with cum and blood. And when she screams louder, I want you to fuck her even harder.

But don’t be fooled, my friends. These aren’t cries of pain or fear. They’re cries of pleasure, of release, of a depth of satisfaction that most people can only dream of. It’s the sound of Torture sex, the kind that makes you cum harder than ever before.

 

Get a heater for the thighs…

Medical Fetish Phone Sex

For all the sick and twisted fucks out there, can we all agree that sex with dead bodies has so many more benefits then trying to fuck a living one. Living ones tend to kick when they don’t want it. Which leads to a fight, a bloody ass mess. Another body to dispose of. I mean, that’s a lot of work, you know.

So I loved the times I worked at the morgue. Especially when a hot guy came in on one of the stretchers this one night. Dude was fucked up from the waist up. He was in a race with one of his buddies and was ejected from the car when he impacted the tree. So he wasn’t exactly something to look at.

But his dick. Holy shit. It was immaculate. And hard (thank you rigor). Like a little fuck stick that never goes soft. A dildo with hips that feel more real then any sex toy.

Now, you have to make sure you have lube handy for these moments. Because their skin tends to soak up more moisture, which can cause some pussy damage. So of course I lubed up for this one because I did plan on riding that pogo stick for some time. And ride I did.

It did start out cold. He had been dead for some time when he came in, so body heat was no longer there. But it doesn’t matter to me though, as my cunt is super juicy and wet. So it warms up as I keep bouncing off this specimen of a cock. It’s one of my favorite feelings too. Because as it warms up, you can still feel a bit of pulse in the muscles.

I know I’m done when I can feel the load blow in me like a squid releasing it’s ink. That sticky sweet fluid of dead come flowing into my graveyard of a womb as I sit for a moment and savor it. Dick still hard and stretching the walls of my pussy, I wait till I feel the balls drain completely.

And then, while still sitting on his dick, I proceed to start the autopsy. And continue using his cock at the same time to keep scratching that itch.

Sadistic torture, with a side of cum.

“See that young pussy over there?” I gleefully tell you. I have that sadistic little grin on my face. “You get to have that one all to yourself this time, and I’ll just watch” and I just giggle a little. I love watching you work. And you love pleasing the cutest little accomplice ever. Accomplice Phone Sex

And you see her. Tied up on a St Augustine’s cross, like a little whore who wants those holes filled. Gagged, and naked. Little cries of mercy leave her mouth ever so often. She has tears in her eyes, glassy like a doe.

You look at your tools. The knives of your trade laid on the table, meticulously put in place by yours truly. I know which ones you want in what order. We’ve played before, so it was easy to remember for you.

You pick up the small scalpel. Razor sharp, as you tested it with your thumb. Looking back at the beautiful specimen I got for you, you start dragging the blade across her body as she screams out in terror. I know it fuels that sadist in you. Because I’m getting wet just watching it.

You start to make small cuts at first across her arms. Starting from the wrist and working your way to her tits. She continues to cry and scream, struggling against the restraints holding her in place. But they won’t give. And I know they won’t. I put them on tight so that doesn’t happen.

As you cut across her small yet supple breasts, you start carving harder. You wanna see this little cunt really bleed, so you give up on the scalpel. You need to feel this bitch’s fuck holes after they’ve been made ready for you quicker than you thought.

I get more excited watching, as you bring out the drill. A wood augur bit, about ½ inch thick. “Sorry my queen, but I can’t wait any longer. I need her now” You look at me as if you were a child asking it’s mother for the sweetest of treats ever.

I giggle again, and nod. “You can have her, my little blood bug” I wave my hand for you to continue, while the other one has been fingering my cunt.

Her eyes are now full of absolute terror as you give drill a few test pulls on the trigger. You then bring the drill up to her precious little mound. Slowly, you insert the drill bit and push the trigger. She screams more, this time blowing a vocal chord. You hear her voice just give out and gurgle and you continue to get your fuck hole ready so you can have that cock of yours drained.

She continues to convulse at this point, probably from the pain, shock, and you now giving her the best dicking she’ll ever have. And the last too.

Because as you see the light in her eyes start to fade, you come in her destroyed pussy. Blood everywhere. Her body wasted and broken.

And I smile, come over to you, and proceed to just start sucking your cock. Getting you hard again.

Because my favorite part is me fucking you up under this dead whore’s body, using her fluids as my own personal lubricant. And tasting the raw flesh of such a pretty little thing is such a turn on too.

Don’t tell the wife the babysitter is dead…


Babysitter phone sex

He walked in on me. The babysitter, he trusted, was a crook. He found out I was stealing money from him. The bank called to let him know some checks were being written by him in a very high amounts.

I had credit card debt. And this babysitting gig just wasn’t paying enough, as this guy was loaded but only really paid me pennies on the dollar to take care of his brats.

He came in, screaming, grabbing me by the throat and slapping me hard across the face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He kept his grip on me as he slammed my head down on the desk next to the check book.

“Please… I just needed the money” I try to protest, which just result in another back hand.

“You think you can just take my money like that? Don’t I pay you enough?” He hits me again, harder this time. I feel my lip split from the impact. Taste of blood entered my mouth as he shoved me harder into his desk.

“Maybe we should teach you a lesson? Use me? I’ll use this pussy of yours.” He begins to start tearing my shirt off to expose my tits, and shoving my shorts to the ground. One hand has me held by behind my neck, the other was getting his dick lined up with my cunt. I cried hard, trying to struggle to get away, but he was much stronger.

As he shoved his dick into my pussy, I could feel it tear. I cry harder, but he puts my torn shirt into my mouth as a gag. “Shut up bitch, you know you like it. Now fucking take it like a good girl, and you might actually leave here today”

He continues to abuse my fuck hole a bit more before he stops and pulls me to the front of him. Forcing me to my knees, he shoves his cock into it’s holster, and I gag immediately. I then try to bite down, but he pulls out and slaps me again. More blood taste in my mouth.

“You gonna take this dicking like a good girl?” He says as he grabs my chin, making me have eye contact with him. His eyes just looking as dark as ever.

“Yes… but what will your wife think?” I say, holding back a sob.

“What do you mean, what will she think? She won’t see you”

“What? Fuck you. I’m telling her.” I smack his hand away and go to run. But he grabs me before I could get away, and then grabs the letter opener off the desk.

“Nice try, goodbye” He says as he slams my back on the desk. I feel the wind knocked out of me this time, but then felt his hand go around my throat, cutting off my air way. I choke as I taste the fear of the end coming.

I feel the tip of the letter opener then slide across my skin, and into my neck. In shock, I gag. Feeling the blade poke through my trachea, and feeling the blood start to run down into my lungs. The warm sensation of it spilling from my neck onto the back of my head. My breaths becoming more shallow as life slipped away.

The last thing I felt was him cumming inside of me, as I was taking my last breaths.

“Shit… time for disposal.”

Cora’s Rape Fantasy: A Gory Affair

Rape phone sex fantasies

Hey, perverts! Cora here, and I’ve got a dark little secret. My darkest desire? Being raped, held down, and dominated. But not just by anyone—by a true monster. A creature that’ll leave me battered and bruised.I’m alone in a dark alley, a shadow looming. A sinister figure, tall and terrifying, closes in. His eyes, cold and dead, promise pain.He’s got a knife, and my heart freezes. But the thrill! The adrenaline rush of being so vulnerable. I’m his prey, and the chase is on.

He catches me, and the world goes black. The monster’s here, and he’s rough, violent. My cries go unanswered as he rips my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed.He slams me against the wall, his meaty cock tearing my flesh. The pain’s exquisite, and I’m his willing victim. My juices flow, welcoming his attack.He pounds me mercilessly, my body a bruised playground. The impact of each thrust sends shockwaves through me. I’m a rag doll, his plaything.But I want more, the nastier, the better. I fantasize about his cock impaling me, my insides a bloody mess. The monster’s a gift from above.He leaves me a mess, satisfied and sore. The memory of it makes me wet. I crave the brutality, the sheer gore of it all.

So, if you’re into that brutal stuff, just remember, some of us desire the undesirable. Cora’s rape fantasy is a bloody, nasty delight.

Have a sick and twisted day!

The girl in the box.

Kidnapping phone sex

 Kidnapping phone sex turns me on. The thrill makes me hot. It was a cold winter night and I was asleep in my room at my parents house. I could see lights around my window but didn’t hear anything. I called out for my mom but she didn’t wake up. As the light appeared brighter I heard a giant crash.  Glass from my windows covered my body as a man stood over me.  He was tall with long hair and a long beard.  I was frozen in fear but as I attempted to run he knocked me out cold with the handle of an ax and grabbed me out of bed.

When I woke up, I was in a clear box. All four sides were locked up with no way to get out.  I could barely move. I was completely naked with blood dripping from my pussy and chains on my ankles.  My box was in a basement below a house. No one could hear me screaming. Then a group of men came in the room. One man opens the box as the all the others sit and watch. He starts by assaulting me and  rams his dick in my cunt, tearing it from my clit. I was screaming and all the men were enjoying it. One by one I was forced fucked, whipped, strangled, and cocks inserted up my butthole. This went on for hours and hours with no food or water while chained. If I screamed or cried I was strangled until I almost passed out and my chains were pulled tighter. One guy came in and grabbed me by my legs just to hear me cry. He yelled, “louder louder”.

There were other boxes with women inside this basement filled with other girls who were also taken and assaulted. I could only lay there, gushing blood. My pussy was completely torn open. Men payed lots of money for this deadly underground fuck fest as the girls sacrificed their lives. I have no chance of getting out. I was chosen for this.

 

Evil phone sex is the perfect Hallows Eve night.

  Evil phone sex          Evil phone sex is the perfect Hallows Eve night. Now, you may wonder how. Well, the first thing to remember is that it is the night before Hallows Day. November first.  The day that the poor would go around praying for those rich bastards dead to get into to heaven. Which means that the eve was the night to be evil for then it may not get those pious in the sky people in the gates of heaven.

            Let them go down the depths of hell. Cast your sins upon the poor unfortunate souls. Dead and gone now. You commit the sin of evil the night prior knowing you condemn those souls to a torturous death.

            Mutilation phone sex is the first step to evil. After all, they are still alive. You cut them up. Slowly. Shallow cuts, deep cut. Slice them down the center of the chest. Make a cross between the ass cheeks. Right over the asshole.

            Don’t want to be heard. That is fine. After all, you can bet the Gothic teens are on the loose and they will as shown above have a gag ball to be used on them. Next, we begin the mutilation.

            From time to time take out the gag. You do after all need to get hard by hearing the screams and not just the moans of pain. Be evil. Keep them alive until they finally can take no more.

            Make them beg for mercy.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill

I cannot enjoy Killtober without knife play phone sex. No guns for me. Knives require skill. Plus, it is much harder to trace because nothing gets left in the victim. Guns leave bullets. And bullets are traceable. I enjoy the challenge too. Perhaps, I like the hunt. It feels more predatory.

I never go anywhere without at least 3 knives strapped to my body. I even sleep with one under my pillow. Never hurts to be cautious. I like to be armed and dangerous because yoknife play phone sexu never know who you might meet who deserves to die. Admittedly so, my threshold for stupidity appears less than the average person. I will disembowel a person for looking at me wrong. Bloody phone sex turns me on anyway.

But in my defense, there seems to be a lot more rude, creepy tools in this world than there ever were. Take William for example. He made a scene in my Goth bar that I love. Tried to bully people off their bar stools. And he insulted almost every girl in the bar, including me. I do not care how drunk you get, that’s no excuse to be rude. Plus, you cannot go into a Goth bar and think you own the place because you are some rich yuppy.

There is No Fun or Skill in Killing with a Gun, So I Use Knives

So, I let him buy me a drink and I slipped something into his drink. No one in that bar gave a damn about this asshole. Took him to my kill dungeon to torture the fuck out of him. A knife prolongs the agony, but a gunshot kills without much suffering. Where is the fun in that? I carved this fucker up until it looked like he had been skinned alive. I have a knife for everything, even peeling a human jackass.

William suffered. He suffered a lot. Not only did I skin him alive, but I also cut his flesh until I exsanguinated him. But not before I gave him free castration phone sex. I guess you could call it castration plus since I took his dick off too. Sliced it like a pepperoni roll. Even drugged, he felt everything. And because he bled out slowly, it took him a long time to die. A long painful journey to Hell is the only way to go.