Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

Young Negro Destroyer!

evil phone sex Just a moment, and I’ll show you what I rustled up for our evil phone sex session! They call me Jezabel from Hell for a good fucking reason. And I call you twisted fuck for the same reason. Come on down to my sadistic torture playroom, and see what I have all locked up for you. I know you like BBC but what about young, black pussy? Little negro sluts are a dime a dozen, much better for a man who needs a young fuck and kill and not s much money as some. White bitches fetch the most money but monkey baby girl pussy is fun to destroy! Let your inner racist out with me. I enjoy all kinds of KKK depravity! Things were much simpler when A white man could forced fuck a coon cunny with no consequences! I have us a little black young whore all strapped up down in my playroom, and I want to watch you violently force your cock into her worthless fuck holes while she screams and begs and cries for us to “please! please stop!” Fuck no, you pathetic little chocolate play toy. Your fuck holes were made solely for my little boy toy here to fuck. He’s going to be slamming his fat, dripping cock into your tiny, young little body. He’s going to tear you apart honey. I’m going to watch, and then I’m going to watch him take his pretty knife and carve a new fuck hole right in the base of your skull. Daddy wants to mind fuck his little pet. Be a good girl, and hold still, monkey slut. We are going to make some snuff movies $ that will buy Miss Jezabel a whole new Nickname. Negro Destroyer!

Cut My Air Off

Strangulation phone sexThe intense joy of strangulation phone sex is often misunderstood. It’s not necessarily that I want to die. It’s the amazing high you start to feel when there is no air coming into your lungs. Combined with an intense arousal. The brain is such a funny thing sometimes instead of feeling pain it tries to hide it from you. I imagine my lungs suffer when I cut off the air supplies but I love the floaty feeling when they don’t get their oxygen fix. It’s worth all the discomfort when that high over takes my system. Wrapped that hand firmly around my neck, or slid a noose around my delicate neck and pull it tight.  Sever my air supply and be the deciding factor on when and if I get it back.

He Wanted To Eat My Ass

I never thought I would be the main course in that way. It was cannibalism phone sex this pervert wanted. He said he wanted to eat my ass and I thought it was a little tame. I mean sometimes they just want some of me. I never thought I’d get roasted and eaten. I expected to get toasted but like you know drunk? He wanted to roast my ass like a side of beef and slice into it. He declined my tits because they were silicone. My fattiest part was my ass. He was drooling over it like I was a piece of meat a carnivore chooses to be prepared. Well I guess that is exactly what I was. He pumped my pussy with his cock and even fucked my ass. He slapped it around as he fucked me. I guess he was just tenderizing the made course. I was washed and douched with bouillon. He described that the bouillon makes the meat sometimes. Especially when it’s a little fatty and lean the flesh needs a good penetrating marinating of a thick oil. He said olive oil and rosemary will really make me a succulent dish. I was terrified as he had me on that cold steel table. He cut my implants out and stuffed my mouth with carrots and potatoes. He added herb bundles in my cunt and some sausage roll in my ass. I was stuffed oiled and slid into the oven. Bon Appetit.

Cannibalism phone sex

Rip My Heart Out

Knife play phone sexOh that dreaded holiday is finally behind us. You didn’t need a valentine, if you want someone’s heart you just take it. Carefully playing with your blades, sharpening and testing the points. Save only the sharpest one for me. Make sure the table is ready and straps tested to be tight and secure. I won’t run away but can’t promise my body won’t react to the craving into my flesh. Make the first cut just the upper left of my chest follow the dotted lines you marked out a complete circle to carve out a little hole in my chest. Pulling off the flesh, with minimum blood giving you a perfect view of the heart currently still pounding in my chest. You tease me as you reach in and ask if I can feel my heart in the palm of your hand. Sharing one last laugh with you, as you grip tight around the beating muscle and tear it right out of my chest. My last sight as the world fades away is you laughing covered in blood splatter, and blood shooting out my chest cavity traveling down my tits and slowly dying down as my blood grows colder. Unable to live on without the missing piece currently in your hand.

Cooking With Daddy Pt. Two

Cannibalism phone sexDaddy served us our drinks and I carefully watched as she grew sleepy. I love when the panic spikes for a moment when the little piggy realizes that she’s just been drugged. By then it’s too late nothing can be done except enjoy the desperate look and fear on her chubby little face. Then there is only the small things left to do while daddy preheats the industrial oven he has in the basement. I have the pleasure of undressing piggy and removing any annoying hair and rubbing her whole body down with olive oil mixed with several herbs so the skin cooks to a perfect crispiness. Daddy comes up to help me out, he loves stuffing her insides with potatoes, onions, carrots, and some apples for a slight sweetness. It’s my job to help daddy hold up her limbs to tie them with wire to ensure proper cooking. We carried our fat piggy down stairs to her pan, to finish up the final touches before covering her with foil and then slid into the oven. I like to sit by the oven and watch the moment when piggy squeals as she bakes. It only lasts a few minutes but it’s the most enjoyable for me. This little fatty took about 6 hours to thoroughly cook all the way through. The first cut into the crispy flesh had a clear river of juices leaking out from it. I smiled watching it drip after cutting the first slice of the rump for daddy to enjoy. It’s his favorite part.

Cooking With Daddy Pt. One

Cannibalism phone sexI stalked this chunky bitch for weeks. Playing the sweet, caring, and attractive friend always in her corner. Always meeting for coffee after her classes pretending I had some on the other side of campus. She was a little naïve but daddy picked her specifically for her meat, not her brains. For as long as I can remember daddy every few months needed a little taste of long pig. Trained me to be the perfect lure. Here I was extending an invitation to this fat piggy to come over for dinner, insisting that she come over early so we can study. Thankfully this was coming to an end, I hate pretending to give a shit about the feelings and thoughts of an entrée. It’s understandable why this piggy was selected; her thighs alone have plenty of meat enough to last for days. I’m starting to think maybe Daddy is planning a dinner party with this one. I’ve been taking her out to eat for the past few nights, encouraging her to fill up with plenty of savory foods. Daddy has a list of restaurants that he believes helps with flavorization and fattening up of course. It will be go-time in just a few days, I better go recipe a great stuffing for this one. Yum.

He Said They Are Better Cold

Blasphemy phone sexDeath follows me around like a lost pet I’m starting to believe. Somehow I’m always attracted to the most devious and evil of souls. As I watch him hunched over his latest victim breathing deeply after unloading deep inside him, I’m both disturbed and jealous of the lifeless corpse. He’s different….I mean each master I’ve followed and served all had a perverse way about them each unique in their own way. Him however he doesn’t want to be called master, he prefers I can him “The Idol”. Enjoys being viewed as a unique bringer of death. However I’m starting to think death stays by my side. Maybe I’m slowly sinking into blasphemous thoughts of my own, I’m nobody. Death wouldn’t be my friend, or companion. Yet here he is draining and crumbled over another dumb slut I lured to him. Oh yes, I was going to mention what made him so unique it’s the way he defiles them. The Idol likes to drain them of most of their blood quickly, so as the warmest fades the pussy can still get wet just colder. He claims they feel better cold and dead around his cock. I’m a follower of “The Idol” now he tells me, though I’m not sure what that means. Do I serve him or is something more sinister lurking beneath the surface. It’s too late to save me. My soul is lost either way.

Two Victims Are More Gratifying

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 It’s hot scene for a 2 girl phone sex call. Two slutty whorish blonde victims. You lured us separately and trapped us in a dungeon or basement. Our senses are distraught as it’s very dark and concrete here. We are being treated like some kind of caged animals and only given a bucket to use for toilet and a bowl of water each. We are chained with a collar. Our wrists and ankles are shackled. There’s a webcam in each corner of the cell. We are being recorded and watched.

We beg and plea to be let go. Please let us out! It’s been a few hours and the drugs you injected us with are wearing off. We are at opposite sides of the cell and can’t even reach one another. We chained beasts and have no idea what is expected of us. There are voices coming silently to each of us. Telling us that the other one is plotting against us. You are trying to turn us against one another. We start to try and claw at each other but we can’t. I know you are just watching and laughing as we try to destroy one another and are destroying ourselves in the process. My neck is being cut by the collar I try getting out of the wrist shackles breaking my wrist.

Accomplice phone sex

You come in and are laughing. You bring in five huge hung men and let them go at us. We are being beat and fucked into a merciless bloody mess. You make me think that Sierra had plotted this abduction and singled me out at the club for the accomplice phone sex scene. You did the same to Sierra telling her it was me who chose her. We are just the victims in your sick game. This is not going to end well for us, is it?

Killer Phone Sex Victim

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The other night, I had a dream that would make a killer phone sex fantasy. Literally. I was dating this guy and he told me that he’d been having some pretty dark fantasies. I asked what he meant, and he leaned over and kissed me and told me that he’d been thinking about kidnapping a girl with me. When I wanted to know what we were going to do with her once we got her into our possession, he told me that we were going to force fuck her together and then snuff her out. I was very excited by this and fucked him right there.

While he fucked me, he told me that he wanted me to wear a strap-on and he’d push her down onto me and then he was going to ravage her ass from behind. He said that he hoped I wasn’t grossed out by blood, and when I asked why, he pulled out a big, shiny knife and told me that when he busted his nut in her ass, he was going to slice her throat and that the blood was going to get all over me. He did just that, and he just pushed her off me and started kissing me. It was delicious and I woke up and masturbated. Wanna join me for some more?

Teen Rape Porn Angel Of Death

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Teen Rape porn Turned me into an angel of death! I was happy to maim and torture girls for my sadistic pops. He had me running a regular baby girl brothel for him in my younger days. I had always liked to see them scream and beg for mommy and daddy.

When daddy wanted me to film a couple of these little sluts getting pounded by him for the first time, I almost came in my panties. Behind the camera really getting a good look at the sweet agony they faced.

My daddy was a brutal fuck, he would jam shit up their asses and then fuck them with his cock. I remember on time seeing his bloody dick pull out of a tiny blonde. I couldn’t take it, I went and cleaned his dick off and tasted her blood right off of him.

It was then the girl from high school recognized me. She spat out that I was worse than my father and how sick and twisted of a bitch I was. I grinned and pulled out my boot knife. I spat in her face and told her I would see her in hell.

Of course poppa wasn’t done with her and when he saw I had murdered her by almost decapitating her he was impressed but still horny! I told him, to just fuck my ass hole like he had been doing for the last ten years.

I would find us more prey!