Category: Necrophilia phone sex

Terrifying Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

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I’ve always dabbled in murder phone sex fantasies, as many of you already know. I know that most fantasies are better left just that way – as a fantasy. But I keep thinking that the murder one – well, I always wonder about what it would be like if it actually became a reality. And I often think about it happening on Halloween. I mean, what better time for my partner and I to find someone to take home with us…someone who will never be leaving. Fuck, that makes my tight cunt so wet. I know that the sex after doing the deed would be the best sex of my life.

But you know what? Sometimes I dream about being the victim. I want someone to kidnap me, tie me up, force fuck me and stick all kinds of objects into my pussy and asshole. And then when he’s done all the things to me that he wants to do, I want him to slice my wrists so I will bleed out slowly and he can fuck me while I die. I would go out of this world cumming on a big fat cock. What more could a whore like me ask for?

Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies

gothic phone sexI love Gothic phone sex calls, especially if it involves sexy vampires. In my head Vamps look like Tom Cruise or Erik from True Blood. All sexy, buff and shiny. I know that in many movies they can look like decaying old flesh or a bag of bones too, but when I masturbate to vampires turning me, I picture Erik from True Blood with his blonde hair and handsome face and chiseled body taking me. I was at a Goth underground club last week. It was Halloween and there were plenty of men dressed like sexy Vampires. I went into a private room with this tall handsome man who was like someone straight out of my wet dreams. He was not a romantic, however. He may not have even been human. He asked how I would like to be a living dead girl. I played along because in my mind it was just like something out of a fantasy phone sex call. He tied me up and stripped me naked. He took his time taking in my body. I thought he was enamored by my goddess like looks, but he slapped me and called me a dirty whore. My cunt got wet, and he could smell me. He was calling me horrid names. It was like he suddenly became Carrie White’s mother talking about my dirty pillows and my whorish looks. Then he showed me his teeth. I thought he had really good prosthetic fangs. He bit into my neck, and I felt the warm blood trickling down my body. He latched on to my throat as he fucked me. I felt weird. I was powerless to fight him. My body was going cold from blood loss. I was starting to lose consciousness. I did go dark at some time, but I woke up and never felt better. Was it a dream? I looked into the mirror, but I had no reflection. He had turned me into a creature of the night. I am game for whatever taboo phone sex fantasy you have too.

Killer Phone Sex Victim Slut

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When I say that I want to have killer phone sex, I don’t mean that I want it to be “Oh, that phone fuck was killer” kind of thing. I mean that I literally want you to call me up and tell me about how you’d fucking slice and dice me. But if you would prefer another way of snuffing me out, then by all means, go right ahead and do whatever gets your cock hard. Suffocation, drowning, torture…any of those things are okay with me and the more it gets your dick hard, the more excited I become.

I want to know whether or not you’d fuck my dead body, or if you’d get off during the process of killing me. Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze the life out of me from behind while you slam your cock all the way inside me. But I do have a question for you – do you want to fuck my pussy or my asshole? You might as well go balls deep in my ass and rip it open. It’s not like you have to worry about injuring me. Call me and tell me how fucking nasty you wanna get with me.

Blasphemy Sex and a Young Virgin Sacrifice

blasphemy sexI love me some blasphemy sex. I like to make sacrifices to Satan. I bring him an offering every month. It never hurts to have the Dark Lord on your side. I am part of a Satanic cult. We have a church in the middle of the woods. It was built on the grounds where witches were sacrificed in the 1800s. In fact, the church was once the home to a covenant of witches. Seemed perfect for our Satanic cult. I picked up a young girl in a Walmart parking lot. Her mother was so busy scoring some crack she failed to pay the proper attention to her daughter. It was dark and raining. I bound and gagged her. Then I gave her a shot to subdue her as I carried her through the woods. You can only drive to a certain spot, then you must hike 2 miles in. It is how we stay undetected. When her blindfold came off, she was awake and inside our creepy old church. My flock were waiting for her. There were a bunch of creepy old men ready to use her fuck holes. They explored their rape phone sex fantasies with our virgin sacrifice. Satan would be pleased with my selection. She was super young and innocent. They assaulted her tiny holes with cocks and crosses while saying “Fuck Jesus.” We read perverted scriptures to her and told her God was dead. No one cared about her but Satan. He would make her his bitch. We pissed on her while explaining it was holy water to cleanse her soul.  We punched her, skull fucked her, and we even double penetrated her with crosses and other religious artifacts. We tortured and fucked her forever while singing Satanic verses. Once we killed her, we nailed her to a cross and summoned our beloved Dark Lord. We watched as Satan fucked her lifeless body. We pleased the only lord that matters with a tiny virginal sacrifice. I love blasphemy phone sex. Do you?

Snuff Porn on National Wildlife Day

snuff pornNo better way to celebrate National Wildlife Day than with snuff porn. I have a special affinity with wildlife, especially wolves and coyotes. They get rid of the evidence for me. I inherited my grandpa’s property when he died. He made me the sole heir to all his items. He ran a private prison in the 50s, 60s and 70s. It eventually got shut down when it was discovered that he was getting kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies to test new drugs on prisoners. He hid most of the money, so when the Feds seized his assets, there were no assets to seize. Grandpa was always a few steps ahead of life. I inherited that quality from him. My kill shack in the woods is off the grid. It is like something out of an Evil Dead movie. It was my grandpa who taught me how to make snuff porn and get rid of the evidence. I guess you could consider my grandpa and me serial killers. But we do not have a set MO. Bundy’s victims were all women with dark hair. He desecrated the bodies after he sexually assaulted them. He left DNA but the technology was not around to catch him back then.

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I have no MO. And I leave NO evidence. No bodies decaying in the woods. Nothing left to even get DNA. I do not bury the bodies. I feed the remains to the wildlife. Coyotes and wolves have my back. Just last night I killed a sweet young doe. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A naturally bald cunt and no tits yet. I snatched her in plain site because no one was paying attention. I had a client who wanted to fuck a sweet young thing. He paid me to do the dirty work. I kidnapped the girl and got rid of the evidence for him. After he defiled her tender little body with his big cock, I killed her. Used her little body to make a snuff porn. Guys love watching little ones assaulted and abused by grown men. This little girl was destroyed. I chopped her up into pieces and fed her to my local wildlife as a celebration of National Wildlife Day. Coyotes tore apart what was left of her little body. I watched a happy coyote with a little femur in his mouth look so happy for a fresh meal. Let me do your dirty work! Me and my furry accomplices will get rid of the evidence.

Naughty Necrophilia Phone Sex

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I get it. Necrophilia phone sex isn’t for everyone and that’s cool, I guess. It’s so much fun and I’d just hate for you to miss out on something that could make you cum so freaking hard. I didn’t think I was going to like it the first time someone called me and told me that’s what their fantasy was. Honestly, I guess you could say that I was a little bit put off by it, but by the end of the call, I was really feeling it. I even realized that I had my hand between my legs and was rubbing my pussy.

I had the best orgasm that day and that started my journey into necrophilia fantasies. I love exploring them with my callers who are into it, and I love helping the ones who aren’t yet into it find their way. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck a cold dead body? There’s something to be said about having a partner who you don’t have to worry about pleasing. And you don’t have to listen to her complain about how long it takes you to make her cum. Dead girls don’t need orgasms. 

Evil Killer Phone Sex

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When I say you’ll have killer phone sex when you call me, I’m not just talking about the fact that it’s going to be freaking amazing. I literally mean we’re going to pick up an innocent young girl at the mall, on the side of the road, or wherever and we’re going to take her home and snuff her out. I know I sound pretty flippant about it…well, I guess I am. The life of that girl doesn’t matter one bit to me. All that matters are the feelings that I have when I’m watching the life drain from someone.

Do you think it would make your dick hard to watch me slice and dice a pretty young thing? I think we should put a ball gag in her mouth so she can’t scream when it starts to hurt too badly. I don’t want to hear her beg me to spare her life. That doesn’t do anything for me, except cause me major annoyance. I’d rather watch the fear in her eyes as she realizes there’s nothing she can do to stop me from doing the inevitable. If you have the same kinds of killer fantasies that I do, then we could get dark and twisted together.

Explosive sex with dead bodies …

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His intense need to have sex with dead bodies was explosive in nature. It’s all he ever thought about as he watched the girls on the jogging trail. Normal enough with a plain, yet handsome face. Not too small in build and not large enough to intimate them as they each jogged past. A friendly smile and wave as he ate his cheese and crackers and read off his phone. A nice business  man in his polo and slacks. None approached him, and he never seemed to ogle or undress them. Sure they would feel that stare to that ass and if they looked back they would see nothing. That’s the part he wanted to taste more than anything else in this how world. But to them not knowing his dark fantasies’ it was typical straight man actions and considered healthy in the male species. A couple of the women would smile to themselves as he appreciated that jiggling derriere.  What these would be victims never saw was that he was on time for his three favorite joggers every day. If one didn’t show he would scout her out. Though he never changed his lunch hour he wanted to blend in. He wasn’t even an employee of any of these businesses around here. This was his jacking hour. Where he set up his mind against his big three jogging women into murder scenes he would jack off to cozy in a short while. The scene was important as he couldn’t get off any other way now. Soon even that wouldn’t be enough! The books he would read would be intense killer and victim series of dark and bloody details. In the Gallery, hundreds of murdered women’s bodies, collected from articles and sites no longer around. A collection of bodies he wanted to fuck, and devour a small piece of. He wanted to be bound with flesh after death and keep these beauties with him forever. He would need help soon and come looking for an Necrophiliac accomplice to help him get his needs met. 

Dracula’s Bride

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I would willingly turn myself over to Lord Dracula himself, and be his willing slave. The idea of submitting to a vampiric overlord who will gain nourishment from drinking my blood. I would be his bride, let him ravage my body, ravishing me deliciously, sexually. I’m a huntress at heart, and the ability to transform into an apex predator is so alluring I’m soaking fucking wet at just the thought.

Imagine it; it’s late, and the heavy beat of an underground inner city club pulses through your veins. I can smell you, the hormones on you are unmistakable; horny human male. I’m dressed like the Devil in disguise, a seductress of the highest reform. My cunt is wet, and my nipples press hard and pierced through my skin tight leather get up. You spot me from across the room, and I can see the hunger in your eyes. You mistake my desire to taste you for lust; though blood lust is just as intoxicating.

You follow me into the alley, a silly mistake. Mortals are always so trusting; I was. Now, I’ll bite into your veins and use you for my sexual pleasure. I’m draining every last drop of blood from you, making you beg me for breath. Arise as my undead slave, and worship Dracula’s Bride for all eternity.

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Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexI am a bloody phone sex whore. I find blood sexy. I am not the only one either. I met this guy at a fetish club who is into hematolaghia. It is pretty much folks who get off on blood.  He convinced me to let him have some of my blood for sex play. I was nervous of course. Trusting a man to cut you gives him a lot of power. I mean he could drain you dry and kill you like a vampire. I was hesitant but aroused. He was handsome and hung like a horse. I wanted to please him, so I let him cut me. He made a few cuts on my tender flesh and my bright red blood dripped down over my boobs. I felt like Carrie at the prom. He added his blood to the mix. Bright red rivers of blood cascaded over my tits and down to my cunt. He used our blood as lube to fuck me. He pushed his bloody cock in my ass and my pussy. I was bleeding and in pain, but my cunt was on fire. I was so turned on playing in our blood. He would not let me cut him. I understood. I was the submissive taboo phone sex whore. He was the master I met in a fetish club. I started to rub my blood in my tits, and he got pissed. He was mad that the blood started to fade from my tits. He put the knife to my neck and made a huge slice across my throat. He gave me a Colombian necktie. I was choking on my blood. It was spewing out my throat. I was going to bleed out or drown in my blood. Either way, I should never have trusted a stranger to slice my flesh.