If sex with dead bodies is something that gets your cock hard, then I’d say now is your time to shine! Imagine the body count in the next coming months. All I can say is that I don’t so much fear death if the end result includes being fucked by you. I want to be chased and tortured until my icy cold body lay there waiting for you to fully enjoy. Just a stone cum receptacle for the taking. I only hope that you preserve my dead corpse and enjoy it for awhile. Knowing full well that it’s exactly the demise I’ve been fantasizing about all my life. To lay there motionless in your sadistic embrace. Imagine being able to dress me in anything you like. Like your own personal ‘real girl’ doll, but instead I’m your dead girl.
I do wonder how many times you’ve thought about squeezing the breath put of some beautiful woman you see regularly at the market or the post office. Or are your fantasies a bit more violent and bloody? I’d really like to hear about those gory details. It sends icy cold shivers down my spine, while it warms up my tight little cunt.
Category: Mutilation phone sex
Stone Cold Slut
Mutilated Slut
I’ve decided to take my dark and twisted fantasies to the ultimate level. I’m going far beyond mutilation phone sex. It’s time to let my sadistic lover have his fun taking me out. He’s been cutting pieces of my flesh off day by day. He promised to flay me and cook me up one slice at a time while I’m still alive. I just know he’ll feed me to myself as he slices away my life. Why does it make my pussy so wet thinking about him mutilating me before he ends it all. I’ve been cumming like crazy thinking about him removing parts of me while he leads me to death.
I know it really excites him too. He gets so breathless when he jacks off over my bound body. He slams his hard cock into my cunt while he digs the knife in and takes pieces of me while fucking me senseless. I can not wait to give him my life. I just know that he’ll fuck my corpse too, after he finishes me off. He tells me He’s going to use me once I’m gone. The thought of being fucked after death makes me so damn wet.
Snuff Sex is the Best Sex
Snuff sex is the only kind I have. I am sort of a black widow and female praying mantis combined. I kill most men I fuck. I kill most brats I meet too. Sometimes, like the other day, I kill daddy and brat in the same night. I met this handsome stud online. I like to fuck. I just don’t do romance or relationships. I don’t spoon or cuddle and I don’t want to get to know anyone. Brandon knew my terms. I thought he understood. He told me he was single with no brats. I hate brats. I have no use for a live one, at least not for long. I arrived at his place which I thought was a bachelor pad. I was down to fuck, but he wanted to make love. He had the audacity to tell me he thought I would make a good stepmother. What the literal fuck?? I hopped off his dick, grabbed a knife and sliced his balls off. He never saw it coming. He started crying like a bitch. That was when his demon spawn ran in the room. She was pretty young. You would have liked her. While her pathetic loser of a daddy watched, I killed her. It was the stuff snuff porn dreams are made of. I sexually mutilated her tiny sex organs as she screamed for daddy. Then I gutted her like a pig while daddy watched in horror. Her blood was sweet and sticky. I licked it off my fingers. I looked him in the eyes before I gutted him too. I told him this was all on him. It was his fault his baby girl was dead, and it would be his fault he was dead too. I gutted him and masturbated in his entrails. I will kill you too if you mistake me for a girlfriend.
Entrapment A Snuff Porn
It was a really dreamy thing that become just another snuff porn. I was invited to a beautiful dinner by a surgeon. He was older and very handsome with strong hands. I loved having him as my Master when we played in the dungeon. He was really appealing to my submissive needs as a victim. He was such a perfectionist and fixated on aesthetics. His suggestion of me moving in as his Mistress was even more appealing and exciting. He set me up in a beautiful flat in London. I had never been overseas and had gone into it so wide eyed and dovish. Little did my naive little mind grasp that there was more than I was understanding. The scene in London is very dark and underground. My surgeon Master had a following and a specialty. He was the Butcher. I was just another dumb blonde American for his divine followers to enjoy. I was just fuckmeat that got tenderized and glazed before the destruction of all my holes. I was wooed into the darkest of situations and to be butchered and put back together like some kind of Frankenhooker was his ultimate pleasure. There was no future for me as I was just a sadistic phone sex victim.
Cannibalism phone sex
Cannibalism phone sex can be very fucking erotic. Normal people don’t think about how sensual flesh-eating can be. But then again if anyone got in your brain, they would know you are far from normal. I once sliced off part of my thigh just to taste what human flesh would be like. Something happened to me. I felt this urge like I was turning inside out and wanting to orgasm just from chewing my very own skin. SO I gave my boyfriend some of my thigh meat and his cock seems to grow, I felt like this was the best-kept secret. A drug more intoxicating than heroin. And have had some good black, mind you. I then sliced off part of his chest, just a tiny slice. And we shared that as I got on his wildly unexplainable hard cock and we came in a power bonding so intense, I blacked out. I bet you and I could have some snuff phone sex that fucking good, just me and you in a world only we understand…
Castration Phone Sex for Dumb Assholes
Castration phone sex is more popular than you might think. There are plenty of men in the world who know they have worthless seed. And there are plenty of bad bitches like me who will take their cum filled balls to ensure they never reproduce. We have too much stupidity in the world. We have dipshits thinking the coronavirus is from Corona beer. We have dipshits in an uproar that Garth Brooks was wearing a Barry Sanders Lion’s jersey because they thought it was a Bernie Sanders jersey. Like that old fuck ever played football. Every day, I play a game. I get on social media and search news posts. I look for a man near me who has said the stupidest thing imaginable. I then stalk his social media pages and get a better feel for how deep his stupidity runs. At the end of the week, I select the dumbest one. Then, I get my Penis Fly Trap and my knives together and I stalk the dumb man in real life. This week it was Peter. He lives three counties away and has said some stupid and sexist shit. The world doesn’t need a mini him, so I decided torture sex of his genitals would guarantee he didn’t spread his stupidity to another generation. He was easy. I hit on him and I was back at his place 20 minutes later. Once he was naked, I tied him up to his bed. He thought I was playing some kinky game. I was. Just not a 50 Shades of Gray game. I put my Penis Fly Trap between his legs. I watched with joy as he pissed himself in fear. I read back the many dumb things he has said on social media. I was going to give him a chance to defend himself. He called me a cunt, so I let the bear trap take his balls and mangle his dick. I took back my trap. It has sentimental value, but I left him on his bed, tied up and bleeding out. Dumb fuck will be lucky if he survives.
Who Needs To Call the Pigs, Not Me
Gothic phone sex is what they deserved to be tortured with. I was here working, maybe around 1am when I heard some noises outside. I have a hearse parked in my driveway, it’s beautiful, my fucking pride and joy. I step outside with my big man eating beast and take a look. It didn’t take long to see five little fuckers hovered around my fucking baby. That fucking hearse is more than a car to me it’s my baby, and No One fucks with it. I grab my sawed off shotgun from behind the door and let Valor loose on them. I’m not letting these losers get away. I grab a little punk assed nigger bitch by her braids and kick her in the stomach making her keel over while I attend to her fucking ghetto monkey co-conspirators. One of these black boys start coming at me I knock him in the head with the butt of my rifle, he’s down for the moment. The other three Valor took a bite out of they were trying to limp away. No worries I get on my phone and text my gang that stays two houses down. Those bitches ain’t getting far. For now I have these two to have some fun with. I haul the bitch in by her braids and tell her to shut the fuck up, no one cares. I bash the butt of the gun in her whore mouth, breaking a few teeth. The nigger monkey teen was a little difficult so I just said fuck it bashed him real good in his skull, opened his trousers, oh look, it’s a big black cock. He won’t be needing this shit anymore, but I will. I grab my knife and cut it off. I leave him in the carport to bleed out, it’s ok it’s already covered in a plastic sheet. I go inside, take that severed penis and toss it to Valor for his treat. That nigger bitch, well, I will have some fun with her, and so will the guys in my gang.
Leaving With Cash and His Dick
We all know Daddy doesn’t really do the whole 9-5 job thing. He hustles and he pimps, and he robs and mostly uses me as his accomplice. So, we heard this new start up porn site was doing some auditions this week and Daddy quickly signed me up. It was one of those where you are hired, do the porn and immediately get paid in nice hard cash. That last part is what drew Daddy’s attention. I showed up looking as hot as ever and started my audition. The producer likes for all the girls to use him as a showcase for their skills. I have no shortage of skills, so I got down to it. I removed my top, leaving on only a short skirt, thigh highs and boots. I went to him and kicked his legs apart before lowering myself between and using my teeth to unbutton those pants and unleash his dick. It was already hard, so I didn’t have to work him up much. I led him to the nearby bed and laid him on his back as I slowly kissed him from his head to his crotch. I started licking his balls and then started taking that hard cock little by little in my mouth, teasing him as I went. I finally put the entire thing in my mouth and started bobbing up and down on it while playing with his little shitter hole. Just as he was getting ready to squirt his load in my throat Daddy appeared and put a knife to his throat. He threatened to slit his throat if he didn’t tell him where the cash was kept. The guy pointed to a safe and Daddy helped himself to the contents. Daddy could see the pout on my face and just sighed as he handed me the knife. I promptly slit that guys throat and cut off his dick to take as a souvenir. As we walked out with our cash and his dick, Daddy just smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
Castration Phone Sex Valentine
He wanted me to be his Valentine, so he got castration phone sex. He knew better. Do I look like the kind of woman who would want to be anyone’s Valentine? Maybe the devil if he sacrificed a soul for me. Todd knew better. We are just partners in crime. Now he is without balls. Todd is not most men I castrate. He has a nice cock and big balls. He is the kind of man most women would want to love them. The problem is that I am not most women. I told him I am not girlfriend material. I am like a Praying Mantis or a black widow. I will bite your head off after fucking or kill you. Todd got all sappy and ruined everything we had together. We have killed two brats together. Two little tiny cunts that he ravaged first. Now, he will never fuck anyone dead or alive again. He will never be a daddy. He will never get an erection again either. He hugged me, whispered he loved me and gave me a bouquet of flowers. I wanted to vomit. When he went to pee, I grabbed the kitchen knife. I snuck up behind him as he was holding his dick. He thought I was going to spoon him while he pissed. Seriously, what the fuck delusion was that. I pressed my body against his back, reached down to grab his cock and with my other hand I sliced his balls off while he pissed. He never saw it coming. He pissed and bled on my floor. He convulsed too. I could have let him bleed out. I could have taken his cock too. He should feel lucky that I cauterized the wound. I saved his life. And he is lucky to be alive because I have killed guys for lesser offenses. When will guys understand? You are my victim or my accomplice phone sex partner, but you are never my boyfriend.
Women Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too
Men aren’t the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. I met some women Friday night who had the same dark desires as many of my callers. I was in a gay bar. I thought it would be a safe retreat for me from the brutality of men. No gay man is going to want to hurt me. It never crossed my mind that some lesbians might. I was talking with some lipstick lesbians at the bar. I did my man bashing, and they bought me drinks. They were nice. They were attentive. They listened to my man woes. I thought we bonded. That was far from the case. They were plotting anal torture sex at the bar. One of them slipped a mickie in my drink. The next thing I knew, I was naked on a floor with a huge dildo in my ass. The pretty lesbians were in a circle surrounding me. They were cackling like witches as they took turns sodomizing my ass to ruin. They were not using lube. This was not for my pleasure. It was for their entertainment. I was crying but that turned them on. As they shredded my asshole, they mocked me. They called me names and slut shamed me. Those lesbians treated me more brutally than most men. I can’t even find comfort from women. I am a worthless whore.