Category: Murder phone sex Fantasies

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Consume Many People

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies consume many people, me included. But unlike most people, I do not hold back. If someone fills me with rage, it’s usually for a good reason. And I snuff them out. But I never kill quickly. There is no fun in that. Torture serves as foreplay for me. So, when I bring a man home to kill him in my new underground torture chamber, I  make it last hours, days or even weeks.

Marcus resides in my dungeon currently. I plan on keeping this  mother fucker alive for as long as possible because he deserves to suffer. He hired me off the dark web last month to help him kill his business partner. I never ask why someone wants another person dead. It’s a job for me. I do it for the money. However, Marcus tried to renege on our deal and demanded a refund. Do I look like I offer refunds?

No One Backs Out of a Deal with the Devil and Lives to Talk About It

I am a snuff porn broker. Marcus got cold feet. He feared the murder would be tied to him because he stood to gain financially from his partner’s death. However, we set him up with an airtight alibi. I put a lot of work into planning this kill. And he insulted me when he wanted a refund. But he angered me when he tried to assault me when I said no refund. And he has been tied up in my kill shelter under my house ever since.

I’ve dismembered every toe and finger he had. Plus, I took a blow torch to his balls and the soles of his feet. And I sliced off his nipples and castrated him too. Now, I am slowly letting the blood drip from his body. Exsanguination is a painful and a very slow death. The average person holds 8-10 pints of blood in their body. So, I let about a half a pint drip from his body a day. He has about 4 days left until he dies from blood loss.

Once he dies, I will feed him to the wildlife, and he will never be seen again. Teach him to fuck with the snuff sex queen.

Personal Training: A Taboo Workout Session

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Stepping into the gym, my heart raced at the thought of the taboo session I was about to embark on. I had a crush on my trainer, and today, I intended to act on it. Something about his dominance and control turned me on immensely.

I found him waiting for me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He locked the gym door, and my excitement grew. I did as instructed, shedding my layers, piece by piece, until I was left in my sports bra and shorts, feeling exposed but excited.

His eyes roamed my body appreciatively, and I felt my cheeks flush. He gracefully moved towards me, his movements purposeful. Straddling my body, he created an aura of control that ignited my desires.

His deep voice ordered me to undress him, and I felt a rush of power as I slowly unbuckled his belt. This was a roleplay I’d never imagined, yet here I was, in the midst of it.

He wanted me to beg. Beg for him to take me, to show me the ways of the flesh. And so I did. I pleaded, my voice echoing in the now-steamy room, begging my trainer to make me his.

He granted my plea, and the sensation was indescribable.

Are you feeling the burn yet? ????

Fantasy phone sex brings you into the darkest desires

Fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex brings you into the darkest desires! Now, let me paint you a picture. I’m lying here on my bed, dressed in nothing but a dirty, ripped-up t-shirt and a pair of skimpy panties. My long hair is tangled and wild, and my smeared mascara gives me that just-fucked look. 

I’ve got a cigarette dangling from my lips, and I’m absently playing with a knife – tracing the blade over my skin, leaving little red lines in its wake. I’m wet, I’m ready, and I’m waiting for your call.

I want to hear it all – the things that make your stomach turn and your cock harden. The things you’d never admit to anyone else. Tell me your Murder phone sex Fantasies. The things that make you feel alive and dirty and guilty all at the same time. 

I learned to love slicing into the flesh of Master’s other girls. He makes me pick them out and allows me to show him how dedicated I am to his pleasure. He gets so hard when I stab deep into their flesh. 

And now I cum when I watch the life drains from their eyes. The sense of power it gives me is intoxicating. And when I’m done, I’ll drain your cock of every last drop of cum, making you scream my name as you fill my throat.

I live for the thrill of my Master, the smell of blood, and the taste of cum. I’m a sick fuck, and I love every minute of it. I can’t get enough of the feeling of a man’s hard cock filling my mouth, gagging me, making me choke on it. And when I can’t take it anymore, I puke all over it, and that little whore we’ve captured will be there to clean it up with her tongue.

Together, we’ll create our own Snuff movies and I’ll be your willing victim. We’ll explore every twisted scenario you can imagine. There is no safe word with me, it can be as rough and violent as your fantasies. I’ll scream and cry and beg for mercy!

 

Cheap Phone Sex with Nasty Whore Ursla

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Cheap phone sex is about the only thing I can do, because no one would want to pay full price for my nasty ass. I’ve learned that a whore like me is only good for one thing, and that’s for being used.  I’m the definition of ridden hard and put up wet. But the good thing is, I won’t fight back.

I’ll let you fuck the shit out of my ass as long as I’m getting paid for it. I’ll do everything you ask of me, shove a big dido up my ass dry, or put a safety pin through my clit so you can hear me scream in pain.

Whatever it takes to get you off, that’s my job. I’m a filthy disgusting piece of trailer trash that’s never been good enough for anyone. That’s why I’ve had to resort to cheap phone sex as a job. I gotta pay my bills somehow, right? So here I am, my flabby ass tits, my gaping hole of a pussy, and a loose asshole.

Sitting here ready to do whatever it is you want to do with me. You wanna rape me? That’s not possible.

You can’t rape someone who is already willing to give up her body for money. Is Sadistic phone sex on your mind? Tie me up? Sure, why not, it’s not like I’m going to scream or beg you to stop. I deserve whatever’s coming to me. Fuck my ass so hard till there’s blood all over your cock, and then make me lick you clean.

Use me as a toilet and piss all over me for all I care. Hell, you can even snuff me out if you want to, at this point I don’t even care anymore. I’m a worthless skank anyways. Once you choke the life out of me, you can use my lifeless corpse as a cum dumpster.

Just make sure you get rid of my body before I start to bloat and smell disgusting. I’m already putrid enough, better not let me sit in the hot summer heat or someone might figure out where I went. Sex with dead bodies is easier than someone bitching and complaining.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, An Addiction of My Homicidal Mind

Homicide is a fixation and Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are perfect to play out this. As a tender young little demon I was torturing and killing things.

Honestly, I liked making my dollies all bloody and dismembering them. In these early years I even learned to make nooses. And with these I would hang my dolls. Then I  would stab them and use red paint for blood.

One time I was fascinated with blood and I took a razor blade to a boy at school. I slit a tiny mark on the back of his neck. He sat in front of me and I wanted to play with some blood. The fucking brat screamed and cried. Due to his scene I was taken from the classroom.

Fast forward now, I am so intrigued by how much a body bleeds out. Gaining a  love of stabbing little brats and their mommies. I like to compare how their bodies bleed out.

In fact I have gone so far as to even go shopping at Hunting stores to buy all kinds of tools to process the hunt. Only the hunt is human for me.

Once I get the blood collected I love to just bath in it. Like Bathory. A bloodbath is so delicious and rejuvenating.

Finally I will often pour a couple of bottles of champagne or spumante in my blood. This is to keep the blood from coagulating too quickly. And lets face it I love a little efflorescence in my blood bath.

You see It’s my version of a bath bomb.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Violent phone Sex with Slutty Slave Keisha

Violent phone sex with Elliot had my hot, black pussy creaming. I love some freaky race play, but he added some elements to this spicy call that had my pussy cuming over and over again. Elliot and I were on a southern plantation, and he had a big whip in his hand ready to beat my ass raw for trying to run away. I was hanging from the tree, my hands were tied and I was surrounded by my master’s mean wife and friends.

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I was hanging there naked, I tried to run away from the cruel treatment of my master’s wife. She hated me because she way tired of watching her husband sneak into my quarters at night and violate my black pussy more than he would ever touch hers. She hated that he loved my chocolate skin and sweet, black berry cunt. Last night, master fucked me all night and used every one of holes. This time Master made his wife watch the entire time. She stripped naked and played with her pussy as her husband enjoyed raping mine. She came as I screamed and cried. When I was done serving Master, he came all over my face and made me open my mouth up and came in my mouth. Master kissed me in my mouth and told me he loved his little nigger slut. When he said that, I saw his wife’s face change from pleasure to hate and I knew I was going to feel her rage.

Here I am the next day hanging from a tree, naked, and scared. Master takes his whip and beats me nearly to death. I have whips all over my tight ass and smooth, black back. Master’s wife and friends were laughing at me and mocking me for my current position. She ordered him to hit me harder, when he pulled his whip back and hit me again, he smacked me so hard, the tree branch snapped, and my naked body fell to the ground.

Master added some hot Knife play phone sex to the fantasy when his wife’s jealous rage took over her and she ran up to my dying body and finished me off. She took a knife out of her dress and slit me right across my throat. The thought of her standing over me and being jealous of her husband’s love from my wet, black coochie made me instantly cum!

The Night of Debauchery: A Snuff phone sex Fantasy

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Let me take you on a journey, a descent into the perverse and forbidden. A phone call ignited a fire, a mysterious stranger with a voice like molten chocolate. Our conversations ignited the darkest corners of our minds, a match struck in the depths of depravity.

I yearned for the darkness he promised, a world where pleasure and pain intertwined. I was his willing participant, eager to explore the edges of morality. One fateful night, he suggested a game, a twisted fantasy of power and submission. I played along, curious and aroused, as he painted a scene of exotic torture.

In person, he was a vision of sin and desire. His eyes, like sharp knives, pierced my soul, the thrill indescribable. He bound me, a delicate sacrifice at his alter of pleasure. The night unfolded, a tapestry of sensation. Whips whispered across my skin, leaving it sore . The crack of leather, mixed with my euphoric screams, echoed through the chambers of our lust.

His teeth marked my body, claiming me as his possession. The true masterpiece, however, was yet to come. With a gleam of wickedness, he produced a scalpel, its cold touch against my flesh sending shivers down my spine. He sliced open the tender petals of my core, and I peaked, screaming his name in ecstasy.

They found me, satiated and drenched in desire’s aftermath. A wicked grin adorned my lips, a testament to the erotic horror I had experienced. This is a tale of caution, a woman’s plunge into her wildest dreams—a journey some may never return from.

Ass Rape Porn is the Reward for a Snuff Killer

Stuck in the Ass Rape Porn of My Nightmares

I can’t tell if I’m stuck in an ass rape porn vid or a horror movie. I’m stuck in this old, creepy house with a masked killer. No matter where I hide or try to run you seem to find me. Then your knife slashed into my skin when I escaped the last time. I ran upstairs to hide under the bed. I felt a hand wrap around my ankle amd yank me from under the bed. Then my ass was being brutalized. Your knife was ripping into my asshole. My screaming made your cock hard. You rub your cock on my bleeding gash and soak your cock in it.

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Then that serial killer cock rips my asshole apart even further. I scream so fucking loud it sends a shiver to that bloody cock. Your rape phone sex fantasies have cum true with this murderous anal fucking. You grab my face. Then push your bloody fingers into my mouth to make me shut the fuck up. You stab your cock into my torn-up bloody ass. I start to faint due to the blood loss. But you want your victim to suffer until my last breath. Every time your ram your cock into my ass, you jab your knife into my back and sides.

Force Your Cock Inside Your Bloody Phone Sex Whore

The blood soaks into a puddle underneath us. You love the warm and sticking feeling. The weak shallow gasps I make after you puncture my lungs. You cram your knife between my ribs and keep it there. You feel yourself about to cum. So you pull your cock out of my destroyed ass and flip me over onto my back. I can barely breathe. The blood is filling my lungs. I look so much prettier a bloody mess. You stroke your cock over my bloody face and tits. It’s time for this bloody phone sex slut to get her reward. The cum shooting onto my face is the last thing I see before I take my last shuddering breath.

Snuff movies led me to explore my Dark fetish for Torture

Snuff movies are where my addiction to psycho thrillers started! Watching a dumb bitch get ripped by her ankles and dragged across the floor staining a carpet or hardwood with blood by a masked man always made my Young bald pussy wet. I never knew how deep the thrills of seeing a stupid cunt stabbed multiple times in her big tits was so appealing to me until I experienced my first orgasm…

After that, I binge-watched that same scary movie for nights rubbing my cunt until I got this crazy idea to want to see a stupid bitch naked in that condition rather than clothed… That was when I came across Snuff porn, after a few searches and figuring out how to remove safe search on my tablet I found myself in sensational heaven.

I skimmed a site and managed to come across all sorts of videos some involving a Submissive whore and others being forced. That’s when I found I had a Very Drak fetish for watching girls get forcefully fed cocks inside of their worthless fuckholes. I was never the popular girl at school, I was always the emo chick weirdo with barely any friends.

I spent many nights whipping my clitoris while watching Ass rape porn and replacing the stars in the film with the faces of some of my classmates. 

Murder phone sex Fantasies With Accomplice Slut Rena

You and I, we’re quite the pair aren’t we? We played out quite the hot Murder phone sex Fantasies we had talked about recently. Let me just tell you, it was spicy and just like we discussed!

We took turns using what remained of her body parts for our own twisted pleasure until there wasn’t much left except for memories etched into our minds forever…and some DNA evidence if anyone ever dared investigate too closely (which they wouldn’t). Satisfied yet still hungry for more carnage, we moved onto each other; our lust unquenchable even after desecrating another human being together.

And so it went on – a never-ending cycle of violence intertwined with passionate sex acts that would make any sane person cringe in disgust but only fueled our insatiable desires further. Until one day…the police showed up at our doorstep unexpectedly! They found us covered in blood stains and semen trails leading straight from the crime scene back home where we had been enjoying ourselves all along oblivious to their approach.

As they dragged us away in handcuffs, all I could think about was how much I wanted to taste you again…to feel your warmth surrounding me as we made love amidst the chaos of our twisted reality. But alas, those days are gone now; replaced by cold steel bars separating us and endless hours spent contemplating what went wrong while awaiting trial for our heinous crimes against humanity.

But don’t worry my love, once this is all over and justice has been served (or not), we’ll find another plaything together – maybe even better than before! Our bond is unbreakable no matter what life throws at us; just like the scars that will forever remain etched upon both our souls from that fateful day at the park when we took a young girl’s innocence and left her battered corpse behind as proof of our perversion.