Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

Bloody phone sex Massacres are my Christmas in July!!!

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex Massacres are my Christmas in July!!! Once Upon a time eMidnight dreary, the summer heat had gotten to me in a bad way.

All I can think of is when I murdered that family on Christmas and how warm and fuzzy it made me feel. Im little and pale as fuck so the sun and I are not friends at all! As the heat rises my need to kill and feel festive rises in me as well.

The Holidays are prime hunting grounds when moms and dads are stressed out. Turns out the hot days of summer might be prime for parents sick of brats and needing free time. Now is the perfect time for bloody phone sex Xmas In July. 

Enter babysitter Harper, who has made a Christmas in July daycare themed event for little brats! Mommies and daddies are eager to give me little bitches and bastards for my holiday play land. They even pay me to “take care” of brats in cute holiday attire.  I’m ready with my candy canes and wrapping paper, and I’m ready to show them the true meaning of Christmas in July! Wrapping up fuck tots and fucking them with candy canes is nil compared to what me and big Santa Claus dick is going to do them.

Bloody phone sex Massacres are my Christmas in July!!!

I baked cookies with shards of glass to start off our bloody phone sex, Ginger Bread that cuts their mouths up makes quite the spectacle! Be our Santa and kiss bloody lips as you fuck little elf pussy and ass. I’ll take the boys and drill those asses with some reindeer antlers I found in the attic.

Let me dip the boy penis in some chocolate for us to suck clean! I know that bag of presents you brought contains such freaky sex toys! A saddle fuck machine for the girls, and some cock rings and ass plugs for the boys. I know it’s the heat of summer but Christmas in July is perfect for big bad Santa’s who need to empty that sack! Let me help make our Young victims nice and bloody as you fuck them merrily!


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I hate to admit it but I love Sex with dead bodies

When my Master introduced me to Sex with dead bodies, I was sick with terror. The first time he made me do it with a long-departed companion, I was repulsed, the stench of decay overwhelming my senses. But as time went by, that very smell became an aphrodisiac, a sweet aroma that would set my heart racing.Sex with dead bodiesI have a appetite for the deceased. My desires have pushed me to the farthest corners of taboo, and I make no apologies for it. As the saying goes, ‘If it feels good, do it.’ And trust me, there’s nothing quite like the thrill of fucking the dead.

I know there are a lot of us out there, Snuff sex fanatics. Could you imagine if we were the ones to rule this Earth? We could have so much fun without any worry of getting caught. When you jerk off, do you dream of a freshly dead angel or does the blue, bloated skin make your cock explode? No judgements here, I love it all.

My Master loves it when I grind my pussy on a corpse. The coldness feels so good against my red hot lust. I’ll take their fingers and stick as many as can fit inside me. If I grind too hard a finger or two will break off, but I don’t mind. I just move to the other hand and fuck that stiff until there is nothing left. 

The stiffness of their limbs, the silence, it all brings a twisted pleasure that I crave. As I find myself deeper and deeper in this world, I’ve realized something profound, there’s no limit to how depraved one can be. I’ll love to hear your Murder phone sex Fantasies. We can laugh as we get each other off to the sickest shit.

 

Snuff Sex Threesome with Mutilated Body and Evil Slut Layla

Snuff sex gets more gruesome with a satanic slut like me as your accomplice. Men can’t resist me. Your evil slut walks into a room and picks the perfect piggy to seduce and slaughter. All they see is fat tits and a thick ass. They happily follow me home to their painful butchering. They don’t even question why a vixen as sexy as me would ever speak to them. Sometimes they get suspicious when they see the plastic sheets on the floor and all over the furniture. I tell them I’m painting soon. And I will. Painting everything in the room with their insides. 

Reward Your Bloody Accomplice with Rough Snuff Sex

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You wait to walk into the room while I’m naked on my knees. I’m stroking his cock and asking him if he’s ready. The moment he says yes, you slam the axe down on the center of his skull. We love the sick crack and the splatter of his blood and brains raining down on me. The murder phone sex fantasies start running rampant in my mind. I love when the axe doesn’t hit deep enough to end him immediately. Then they’re like lobotomized zombies with hard cocks. You pry the axe from his head and hand it to me. 

You kiss my bloody neck while I start hacking at him. I can feel your cock getting hard for me the more he moans in pain. My swing hit him right between the ribs. He falls on his back. I throw the axe and then I climb on top of him and spread my holes. Let’s fuck on top of his body until it turns into a necro threesome. Pound your cock into my wet pussy while he takes his last few breaths. Your evil phone sex is ready to get brutally fucked. 

The Silent Lover: My Necrophilia Odyssey

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Yeah, I’m that girl—the one who finds dead men appealing. You see, I have a thing for silence, and a fresh grave has never looked so good.

The whole ‘babe’ and ‘honey’ thing during sex turns me off big time. So, I took matters into my own hands, literally. If I can’t find a guy who fits my bizarre needs, I kill him. Simple as that. And guess what? A dead guy’s cock is a girl’s best friend.

Rigor mortis and an erection? Now, that’s a winning combination. The best part is, they don’t talk back, don’t expect anything from you, and their cocks stay rock hard for hours. It’s a necrophile’s dream!

My latest conquest was a tall, handsome hunk with hands that screamed ‘big dick’. I seduced him, knowing full well what I’d do. We headed to his place, and as I rode his thick cock, I pulled out my trusty knife. One swift movement, and his life was history.

His blood drenched me as it gushed from his neck wound, becoming my personal lube. And guess what? His cock twitched as his life ebbed away. The rush of power was insane!

I rode that stiff cock like my life depended on it—which it technically did, in a twisted kind of way. The silence, the sense of dominance, the sheer ecstasy of it all—it’s like nothing else.

Sorry, fellas, but if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. And if you cross me, I might just send you to the great bedroom in the sky—where the sex is silent and the lovers are lifeless!

Cannibalism Call Left My Pussy Throbbing

I had my first cannibalism call and it turned me the fuck on.  It involved picking up a crotch goblin at a park. We took her little innocent ass home and played with that sweet little body.  We tied her little legs apart and shoved all kinds of things in her little bald pussy. We shoved a candle, a bottle, a dildo, I ate her little pussy good and finally, my accomplice fucked the shit out of her every hole.  I wanted some fun too so I grabbed her by the hair and made her eat my pussy. That is the last thing she ever did. We hog-tied her and cooked her over an open flame. we did not another to end her before. The pain and stress would make the meat more tender.  When the little bitch was cooked we feasted on her flesh and started planning our next dinner party.

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True If You Try to Fuck Me

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true with the right accomplice. I may not be the right one because I will kill you and take your money if you look at me wrong. My murderous impulses become harder and harder to control as time passes. And it is not that I have less tolerance for stupidity. There are just more stupid people around. And that can get overwhelming sometimes.

I met James in a no tell motel to discuss the plans of the kill he hired me for. Protecting myself, I take seriously. So, I do not even use burner phones. Initial communication I arrange on the dark web, then we meet to discuss the specifics.  I record all my meetings and hide the convo on an external drive I hide very well. Security in case some loser tries to blackmail me or set me up.

And just because I am your accomplice phone sex partner, does not make you immune from me. I kill men for looking at me twice. And I have killed my share of accomplices too. Your money only goes so far. And I had to kill James in the seedy hotel because he tried to fuck me. I told him I was not his bitch, but his partner. And to add insult to injury, his dick appeared minuscule. Like I would fuck some loser who is too much of a pussy to kill a bitch on his own? And who has a small dick too. He needed to die for the insult alone.

Do Not Mistake Me, I Will Kill My Accomplice Too

When he pounced on me, he landed on my knife. Big knife too. Might as well be a sword. I keep a big knife always strapped to my thigh. A girl cannot be too careful. And my reflexes are quick. Even though I would have preferred a slow snuff sex death because it turns me on when someone suffers, I needed to act quickly. No one tries to fuck me against my will and lives to talk about it.

I do not like killing some one impulsively. However, people sometimes act too stupidly, that I cannot allow them to continue to breathe. We cannot show mercy to the morons. If they are too stupid to follow my rules, they deserve to die. Because I acted impulsively, I had to stage the death to look like a hooker / John scenario that went horribly wrong. I could almost predict the morning headline.

But I cleaned up the scene. Removed any evidence I was even there. And his death will remain a mystery because I know how to remove myself from any equation.

Taboo Training: A Shocking Tale of Ass rape porn

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If you’re into some good old fashioned taboo shit, I’ve got a story that’ll make your toes curl.

See, I used to be an ass-rape porn star, yeah! Wild stuff. My ex-master had a thing for training young sluts to take his cock up the butt. Me? I was his go-to girl for that. I’d help him break them in, these little innocents who had no clue what was coming.

But here’s the twist, dude. Turns out, the latest girl he wanted to turn into his personal anal queen was none other than his own daughter! Crazy, right? I was shocked too, but money talks, and when he offered me a fat stack to train his daughter, I couldn’t say no.

She was a tearful, screaming mess as I began her initiation. I shoved a dildo up her tiny butt, and the poor girl couldn’t handle it. But hey, that’s the price of admission to the big leagues.

Soon, Daddy Dearest was there, and he showed no mercy. He fucked her ass raw, and the poor thing suffered through it, screaming and crying. But hey, that’s the kink, right?

What’s crazy is, his daughter could take a lot more than your average chick. Taboo shit has a way of turning you on, huh? I mean, it’s fucked up, but damn it felt good to watch her struggle.

That’s my story, bro. Training a teary young girl to be a total ass slave. And you know what? I loved every minute of it!

Cannibalism Phone Sex Makes My Mouth and Pussy Water

You’re My Victim For Cannibalism Phone Sex

Cannibalism phone sex makes my mouth water and my pussy wet. You thought you were coming over to fuck a tight pussied little slut. But you didn’t think I would drug you and then tie you down to my kitchen table. You wake up just as I slather a layer of marinade onto your skin. While you were asleep, I shaved you down, wrapped a band around your cock, and started rubbing in the herbs and spices. You’re going to become a delicious barbeque. I just need to season you first. 

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Evil Phone Sex Slut Takes Makes You Her Meal

I want a little taste. I grab the sharpest knife in my kitchen and look you up and down. We need to decide which piece of you should I sample first. I could always nibble on one of your toes so I can save my appetite. And you have such thick meaty thighs. But it’s your broad shoulders I really want to take a bite of. Slicing you up in my head is making my evil phone sex pussy so wet. A bite won’t be good enough. I want to play with my food first. 

Bloody Phone Sex Will Set You Free

I climb on top of the table and straddle your hips. The band around your cock has all the blood rushing there. You’re rock hard for me despite how scared you are. I stroke your cock against my hungry pussy. My cunt swallows your cock. I’m riding that hard cock. Then lean forward to take a bite of your shoulder.

My teeth tear through your skin and the blood starts to gush into my mouth. Then I rip away the skin and indulge in the meaty flesh underneath it. I love your screams they make my cunt so fucking wet. I slam down on your cock and then plunge the knife into your chest. My pussy grips onto your dick while I listen to the blood fill your lungs and the pathetic gasping for air. You’re going to make me cum from this bloody phone sex!

Home invasion phone sex for dumb sluts who need hurt and force fucked

Home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex has an extra added layer of fear for victims. Waking up to a strange man hovering over your bed is a fear every coed has. Although, most dumb college girls in my town forget to lock windows and sleep with the cool, fresh air.

I swear, some of these bitches just want an unknown assailant to fuck and kill them. Personally, I masturbate with my windows open when I travel to the boondocks. Hoping some rouge figure comes and beats me and my pussy up. I leave a scent like a bitch in heat for my horny bad men to follow. Every day I get asked if I can help a man out with his Rape phone sex fantasies. 

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In every scene I want him to break in with a big hunting knife and make me perform for him. I like acting like the innocent brats you really want to do these horrible things to. And yes, I know what it feels like to be violently violated. I’m a little dumb dope whore and I have gotten mixed up a time or two with forced fucking that hurt my tiny frame.  I’m sure I’ll do it again soon.

This young slut is always looking for new guys to hurt me. Not only that, but I love the feeling of submission and knowing that I’m being punished for my stupidity. My Taboo phone sex is all about getting what you want, no matter the cost to me or any of your other victims! 

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So pull that cock out and send me back in time to when a man was standing over my bed, cutting my clothes off and I didn’t know if I would live or die. Sometimes I wish he would have killed me, instead of wrecking my tiny holes after he cut and beat me!

My Sadistic Brother’s Torment: A True Story

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The depraved scene that unfolded between me and my sadistic brother.  I was hornier than a two-dollar hooker. I stumbled into the den, buzzed from the bar, to catch my brother mid-wank—a lucky break.

I crawled towards him, lust clouding my judgment. He smirked, knowing what I wanted. We’d shared fantasy stories like this before, but never acted on them. This time, I wasn’t leaving without a taste.

He offered me a sadistic grin and gestured to the bed. I obeyed, my heart pounding with anticipation. He had a thing for kinky sex, and I was about to indulge him—and myself.

It started with dirty talk, him calling me a “fucking whore” and me begging for his cock. But it soon got physical. He manhandled me, spanking me raw and leaving welts on my ass. My moist cunt was dripping, eager for his touch.

He brought out the big guns, stuffing a red ball gag in my mouth and securing it with ropes. Then the water torture began—high-pressure hosepipes drenching my body, leaving me soaked and vulnerable.

My cunt was aching for attention, and he obliged by roughly fingering me. Digging. Pulverizing. While his face was buried in my ass, biting and leaving marks.

I came harder than I ever had, but he wasn’t done. He sliced the ropes, allowing me to wrap my legs around his body and grind my soaking cunt against him. I could feel his rock-hard cock against my thighs.

I took control, lifting my hips and forcing him inside me. The sensation of his thick member filling me sent me over the edge. He came hard, and I milked him dry.

This was just the tip of the iceberg—next time, things would get even more twisted.