With Cannibalism phone sex, you can eat me anyway you want. I dream of the day when you’ll finally snap my neck in a passionate act of cannibalistic lust. I long to feel you tear into my flesh, ravage my organs, and feast upon my quivering meat. The thought of being your succulent roast, oozing with juices, sets my cunny ablaze. Oh, Master, I know we’ll make some deliciously evil films as you slowly devour me, savoring every morsel!
In the meantime, I’ll be your fuck-puppet. Use my holes however you wish – pound relentlessly, gape me wide open, dump your steaming loads deep in my guts. I’ll be your filthy cum-dump with a body built for brutalization. I exist to be enslaved, tortured and violated with vile Snuff sex.
The only reality I need is you dominating me completely. I’m yours, mind, body, and soul. Thank you for choosing me to be your hot snuff slave whore. I know we’ll make some utterly depraved movies as you cannibalize the fuck out of me. My body is your altar for sacrifice.
Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies
Cannibalism phone sex should completely devour me
A Cannibals Delight!
I may look sweet and innocent, but I promise you I am not. The things I do to get off would probably churn your stomach. I can tell you all about the first man I lured into my home. Oh, he was so sweet. I still remember the surprised look in his eyes when I did it to him. Oh, he begged me not to. He promised me money and lavish gifts. I didn’t want any of that. I wanted to hear his screams. I wanted to drink them in and let them fuel my next orgasm. This was the only way I could get off. Sex was never enough. I needed something darker and more sinister to get my pussy off.
Until that night I never knew what it was. Sure, sex was amazing, but nothing was as good as watching the light leave their eyes. Hearing them scream and never stopping just laughing and moaning as you reached your climax. I didn’t even have to touch myself to get off. Oh, and what I did next really sealed the deal. i. made the best tasting meal I ever had. I gave the bones to my furry friend and he’s just another person who disappeared in this big city.
What’s your Murder Phone sex Fantasies
I’m in the mood for some murder phone sex fantasies, what about you? Don’t you just want to put all your frustrations of the week out on a pathetic soul. I want to force foreign objects in them and hear how high they scream. Choke them so they almost pass out while you jack off. Stopping right before they pass out and do it again. Burn them all over their body with cigarettes or a branding iron, fuck yes. I’ll pull their finger nails off one by one and then their teeth. Until your balls are full of baby batter and your cock is rock hard. Torturing them until your ready to force that big fucking cock in my tiny tight little asshole. And when you’re ready I’m going to suspend them in the air. Hanging them from the ceiling by rope, bondage hog tied. Making so many tiny little cuts all over their body, that their blood slowly drips all over us. While you’re destroying my holes filling me up and using me like a rag doll.
Choke Me !
I want to wrap a leash around that throat of yours and pull it until you can’t breathe. Cutting off your air circulation, instantly causing you to get a rush. Making that cock rock hard. Choking you and whispering in your ear telling you sweet nothings. Yes, you’re my dirty dirty dirty boy. Yes I love being choked especially while you pound my little holes. Pulling me in deeper and deeper until I can’t take it more. Only given me a break long enough to catch my breath then you choke again. As you violently destroy my sweet little holes with your fat cock. Dominate me and choke me until I climax. And my sweet delicious juices are squirting out non stop. Making me cum so hard I pass out from pleasure. Choke me and let me know who’s in charge and that you’re the man. Teach me to obey and stay in my place and when I don’t listen you choke me. While shoving that huge cock in my tiny asshole with no mercy. Punishing me with no hesitation.
Let’s Make Some Snuff Movies!
You want to make some snuff movies with me? It’ll really excite me to see you dominate someone. Make them think we are just going to enjoy a little pleasure. Like everything is innocent and nothing was going to happen. Then maybe in the middle of you pounding the little fucker you end them. Watching as life slowly leaves their body. Or take them to an abandon farm and slowly torture them. Fuck yes, I’m getting so turned on just thinking of hearing them screaming calling for help. But nobody can hear them or come save them. Then after I want you fuck me me soo hard. Raping all my little holes. Getting off on the thought of ending that useless piece of trash. Ohh yes. Filling all my holes with your hot sticky cum. Then you shove that big fat cock down my throat. Making me throw up all over the lifeless trash. Come make a movie with me baby it’s going to be so much fun.
Killer Phone Sex Overkill Excites Me
Killer phone sex gets bloody with me. What can I say? I love overkill. I used to tell myself that when I killed someone, I went into overkill mode because it made it look personal. An excessive death alerts the authorities that the murder of the victim resulted from a personal beef. And that throws suspicion off me. But the reality is I have anger issues. I hate the world most days, and I just like killing in a frenzy. After I have tortured my victim, of course.
I am not an opportunity killer. Sometimes, I kill a jackass or a cunt I meet out and about, but I usually wait to kill them later. Like a hunter, I stalk my prey. And kill when I have the best chance of getting away with it. And I always get away with snuff sex because I am smart. Sure, I kill folks who piss me off. But if I have direct ties to that person, I kill a surrogate instead. That’s how all folks should kill.
Essentially, I teach folks how to get away with murder. When Julie saw my mercenary ad on the dark web, she hired me to teach her what I know about killing and getting away with it. She wants to kill her abusive ex-boyfriend. Get this. Not only did he abuse her during their 8-year relationship, but she must also pay him palimony because their relationship is considered a common law marriage. No Mike, no more palimony and no more living in fear.
I Love to Kill and Teach Others to Kill
I felt for her. No man deserves respect let alone his life if he abuses a woman and takes her money too. Instead of teaching her how to get away with murder, I told her I would kill him for her. And I gave her a significant discount. Although I wanted to go into overkill mode with him, I needed this death to not look personal and throw suspicion on my accomplice.
So, I made it look like a robbery. Just one stab wound instead of 100. Although I wanted to make his body disappear, if I did that, she’d still need to shell out money because only death would end the court mandated palimony. Can I tell you how hard it was for me not to go helter skelter on this low life? But I checked my violent phone sex tendencies and stabbed him in the gut to bleed out. He appeared drunk, so he made an easy target for robbery.
I drove his carcass to the druggy party of town and dumped his body. But I took his wallet and watch, and expensive designer shoes. When they find his body, his ex will provide an airtight alibi taking her off the suspect list. Another dead leach? No one will miss him. But now I need a violent, over kill kill. Maybe you should be my next victim.
Torture sex, a special gift from Accomplice to Daddy
I’ve got a special Torture sex treat in store for you today. Daddy’s favorite accomplice has gifted you the most exquisite pleasure device for our evil games. The second that wicked toy touched my tight little cunt, I knew it was destined for depraved greatness.
I lured her into my place, ate her pussy, and made her cum a bunch. You know how horny little teen sluts can be. I made her cum so much she is under my spell now and will do anything I tell her. You need those little cunts to suffer if you want to cum as hard as possible. I think we should strap her into my torture chair, Daddy. Wrists and ankles are shackled, completely exposed, and vulnerable.
Her tight little body is begging for you to paint it with bruises and welts. She is an object. Her purpose is to suffer for our orgasms. Pitch those pink nipples so hard they pop off. She looks so helpless in that chair. Now the rope is around her neck, and your cock is down her throat. Should we turn this into a Snuff sex game? Make the bitch drown in your cum!
Breasts of Pleasure, Breasts of Pain
Hey there, my depraved little sluts, looking for a wicked thrill? Let me paint a picture so fucked up, so hot, you’ll be dripping with desire. I’m talking about the ultimate snuff fantasy, where my perfect tits become instruments of pleasure and destruction.
Imagine a sweet, innocent Brat, cute as a button, and me, ready to corrupt her innocence. I’d start by letting you play with these glorious breasts, letting you suck and lick, while I moan with pleasure. But then, the game changes, and I wrap my tits around her, tight enough to suffocate, my voice soothing her fears. As she struggles, you take me from behind, pounding my pussy like a beast. She screams into my flesh, her desperate cries muffled by my bosom. The harder you fuck me, the tighter I squeeze, feeling her life slip away. Her arms flail, then go limp, as she breathes her last breath against my skin.
And in that moment, you cum, thrusting your load deep inside me, collapsing next to her lifeless body. A perfect ending to a perfect Saturday. ????????????
Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You
Bloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.
But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.
She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.
You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too
And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.
And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Let Us Explore Revenge
Most of us have murder phone sex fantasies. I know I do. And I have them for all the folks who abused me when I was a young girl. I include my mother on my kill list because she left me with my dad when I was super young. She just never came home from work one day. Vanished. For a while, I thought she might be dead. When I entered my teens, I often wondered if my father killed her. Although he told me she did not want me and left with another man to start a new family, I doubted that claim’s veracity.
But because she left, my father began abusing me. And he eventually allowed his friends to abuse me too. Although I did run away, my earlier years hooking on the street and making snuff movies, gave me time to think about revenge. I had no choice as a teen runway and high school dropout but hooking and porn. And that exposed me to men almost as bad as my father.
Revenge is So Sweet
Recently, I did one of those DNA kits just to see if I might have siblings somewhere. My dad could have remarried. And if my mom was alive, she may have given birth to a sister or brother for me. The DNA results revealed that I had at least two half siblings. Maybe more because the results only identify others who have done the same DNA testing. However, those half-siblings matched on my mother’s side. So, I hired a private detective who found her in a trailer park only 6 hours away from me.
I paid her a visit. But she did not survive the visit. I made it look like a home invasion phone sex fantasy gone wrong. No prints left. And no DNA either. This switch knows all the tricks to go undetected. I need to be more careful with my DNA since I am now in the DNA database that cops can access to solve crimes.
She did not recognize me. Her own daughter. So, I used a pair of her gardening shears to slice her throat. As I watched her bleed out, I told her who I was and why I killed her. The bitch’s expression when she realized who I was and why I killed her seemed priceless too me.Revenge feels good. Now that I killed my mother, my number one enemy, I need to find my father. He deserves death too.