I have some sexy fantasy phone sex callers. I love creative dominant men. Earlier this week, I was leaving a building after an appointment. I entered the elevator. Suddenly, I felt a chill. Just something felt off even though I was alone in the elevator. The lights flickered, the elevator shook, and I thought my off feeling was that the elevator was about to plummet me to my death. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. How could that be. I never saw a person in the elevator when I got in. He spoke. I turned around and there he was in front of me. A tall, dark, handsome and mysterious man. I gasped when I realized he had no reflection in the mirror on the ceiling of the elevator. I closed my eyes, opened them back up thinking I was hallucinating. He was still in front of me, still no reflection. I started to back up to push the emergency button. He showed his fangs. I knew what he was in that moment. I still thought maybe I was in some strange erotic dream. He told me I belong to him now. I was frozen in my spot. I felt fear and arousal at the same time. I did not want to die, but he was offering me immortality. And one last hard orgasm. A cum before death. It was not a choice for me. He was in control. I could fight and be vampire food, or I could give in, have the best orgasm of my life and live for eternity as a vampire. I chose the latter. I tilted my head to accept his fangs in my flesh. He was masturbating me as he slowly drank my blood. He showed restraint, so that I could cum. It was a hard cum. I begged to service him in immortality. He could have exsanguinated me; turned my body into dust. Instead, he drank just enough of my blood to turn me into his vampire lover for life. What is your snuff sex fantasy?
Category: Necrophilia phone sex
Necrophilia Phone Sex
Necrophilia phone sex sounds wrong, but it is so right. My favorite men to fuck are dead ones. I am not taking about dead dudes who have been dead for days or years. I am not THAT sick. I am talking about killing them and fucking them seconds later while their cocks are still hard, they still look good and they do not smell. It is no secret I hate most men. I hate most people. But I am still a woman with sexual needs. What I do is hunt men who get my pussy wet just looking at them. I like tall dark and handsome men. That is until they open their mouths. If I could just find a mute stud. Dirk was my latest victim. Even though I met him at a Goth bar, he was just a poser. He was not really the strong, silent brooding type. We got to his place to fuck and he was talking about love and relationships. I just wanted his dick, so I slit his throat to shut him the fuck up. I made him stroke it for me first, so it was erect when I killed him. I got behind him and he thought I was going to help stroke his dick for him. I slit his throat, then hopped on his hard cock. His blood was splattering on my chest and face as I bounced up and down his hard dick. He was making gurgling sounds but eventually went mute because I was wearing most of his blood. His body was still warm. His cock was still hard although the rest of his body was limp from death. He fucked me better dead than he could have alive. His death was not in vain. He gave me the best cum in a while. Sex with dead bodies is always hotter.
Addicted To Snuff Porn
I’ve found myself looking up snuff porn lately and I’ve been so excited by all the things I’ve found. I used to think that I was only turned on by strangulation snuff, but my eyes have been opened to a whole new world of sinister things. I didn’t know I could be turned on by the thought of someone being eviscerated. Who knew?! Just the thought of someone being completely ripped open, blood gushing everywhere…that’s pretty fucking sexy and I wish I’d found out that I love it sooner than I did. But now that I know I love it, I want you to call me and turn ME into the victim.
Imagine this: You have me all tied up to your bed, with a ball gag in my mouth. I keep trying to scream but you tell me that my attempts are futile and that this only has one ending for me. You climb up between my legs, knife in hand. You push your giant cock into my cunt and start fucking me. While you’re thrusting, you run the edge of the knife over my stomach and slice me a little. As you get closer and closer to orgasm, the cuts become deeper. Do you want to hear the rest?
Sex with Dead Bodies
My body was still wet from the shower. My head hung limp. I did enjoy the first few minutes of the shower as she finger fucked me and ate my pussy out. But when I mentioned your name, she said you were a pathetic loser with a small dick and weird as fuck. I couldn’t let this little blonde hottie get away with that kind of disrespect for my man. I stood up, kissed her and called her a cunt, and she broke my nose. I went limp and she carried me to my bed. She positioned me on the bed like a lifeless doll. She told me I’d be prettier dead. She cut my tits and stabbed my cunt. I could not even scream. The pain was so bad. She took pictures of me in different positions and snap chatted with you. As I laid there bleeding, I heard her tell you that I tried to defend you and it ended my life. She shoved a bigger knife up my pussy and put a dildo in my ass too. It wasn’t until you arrived that you believed her. You wasted no time mounting and fucking my cold lifeless body. I thought I meant more to you than that. I died defending you. I guess you two were in it together all along.
Not For You Lover Boy
Maybe you like the idea of a evil cunt for a girlfriend, and have a masochistic side, or maybe the accomplice kind of sadistic side. I am always up for a partner in crime and mayhem. I just won’t be your vanilla loving girlfriend. I will get my way if you even think of trying. I derive my pleasure from the torture and pain of others. I am an evil bitch and you best understand that because that orgasm will get ruined if you expect the simple vanilla love bullshit from me. I punctured one fucktards balls earlier that thought he would get a loving feeling from me. With an evil laugh my stiletto went into his sack. I then used my pointy fucking heel in that penis hole. Ever have your penis hole fucked with cold steel. Mmm… I think you should give it a try, and while your at it slam your ball sack in the door for me also. I would be very happy. Another one even expected me to fucking enjoy fucking him in front of his wife. Well, yeah ok, that ain’t too bad as long as she was being tortured as it happened. I expect the torture to her death kind, and that would make me turned on enough to fuck some pathetic norm.
Necrophilia Phone Sex Funeral
I always love being around the dead more than the living. I met my boyfriend through my obsession of funerals and the preparations of the dead bodies. I often listened to the scanner waiting to hear about an homicide or suicide. I love Murder and Necrophilia phone sex feeds my needs. It was a common occurrence for me to befriend the undertaker or funeral director and get in the morgue to help out. I Love Morticians. I was going to study to be one but my misbehavior as a teen screwed up my college admittance, well the ability to receive any funding. I was caught with drugs, had DUI’s and even caught digging up a freshly buried body of a Priest to do obscene things to. It’s what I love. So I started hanging around the mortuary and funeral homes around me. I also managed to get a job in the Hospital where I could be down in the Morgue. I’m in love with death and I loved preparing the dead bodies for their funeral preparations. I would get the stiff males and fuck them before washing them and setting up the drainage tubes. I love a dead stiff cock in my cunt. So it goes to say that I have no issues when I feel the need to snuff some loser out for my own jollies. I really love to lure them in, get them excited and ride their hard cocks as the poison they ingested sets in. I love this one that puts them right into rigor mortis making their cocks rock hard. I love fucking guys as they turn blue. Sex with dead bodies is the ultimate high for me, especially as I get to tweaking out on some form of heroin or crack. I love to fuck the dead.
Fantasy Kidnapping Phone Sex
I was alone when a man forced his way into my home when I opened the door. He pulled out a hunting knife and pressed it hard underneath my chin. My eyes bubbled with tears. The sadist just licked them off of my eyes and laughed. When it was clear that no one was home, he marched me through the house and out of the door. I was tossed into the back of a windowless van and taken right from my own home. I begged him to let me go, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard me.
The van stopped, and the man yanked me from the vehicle, and drug me into a cabin. I knew that I would never leave there, he had shown me his face, let me see the plates on the van, and now he has shown me the location of this place. No, this is the end of the line for me. The sharp edge of his hunting knife ripped through my dress. The blade nicked my thigh as he cut my panties off, and I yelped. Then he slashed my delicate throat. He was pleased with using me for kidnapping phone sex.
Necrophilia Phone Sex Snuff Slut
You probably like your women alive and well so they can do dirty things to you, but have you ever thought about what it would be like if they couldn’t? Just trust me – necrophilia phone sex is so much sexier than you could ever have imagined. Maybe you’re having a sub/dom session and your little choking game goes a little further than you intended for it to. If you’re being honest, though, maybe you did intend for it to go that far. She was not doing a very good job of being submissive and you just wanted her to be quiet.
If you choke her all the way out, if you know what I mean, she won’t be able to talk back to you. She won’t be able to say no to any of your desires. You get to be fully in charge of the situation. You can slide your thick cock into her ass with no lube if you want to, and there’s nothing she can do or say. She can’t complain about how it hurts. But maybe what you really want to do is fuck her face and not have to deal with her gagging. You’re in charge and you can do anything you want. Let’s talk about it.
Destruction In The Hospital
I let myself in the morgue with the keycard I had swiped from you. On text in front of a dead body and you knew your medical phone sex fantasies just got real. I unzipped your daughter’s body bag after I pulled her out of the freezer. Did you do this to her? Were you the reason she lay cold and stiff on this slab? Her pussy was mangled, and I knew that someone had forced a cock way to big inside her. But on second thought this happened after she was dead. I laughed and it echoed off the morgue walls, You couldn’t fuck her in life but you sure got that pussy the second she arrived down here for you. I begin looking for other young ones and discovered sloppy stitch jobs on cunts and asses. Even an old lady and other women had been penetrated after death. You are one sick bastard! I love it. I grabbed a scalpel off the table and sliced your daughters little clitty off. I added a piece of her heart after I found the chest spreader. I was making you a voodoo box of her so you could always have a piece of her near you after a long day’s work of sex with dead bodies!
Necrophilia at its finest you sick fuck! But my cunt is wet and ready for you all over again.
A Kidnapping Phone sex Tale
Do you like a hot kidnapping phone sex tale? I was out getting some fresh air. I feel like a caged animal. I am sure you can relate. I was walking, taking in the night air and listening to some Ozzy thru my headphones. I was not aware of the car following me. Once I turned on a dead street to circle back home, some one jumped out of the car and shoved me in the trunk. I thought it was master as first, so I did not panic. I panicked when the trunk opened, and I saw some stranger with steel in his eyes. I asked him what was going on. I tried not to show my panic even though this was a panic worthy moment. He ordered me out of the trunk. He had the gun, so I did not fight. Contrary to my persona, I do not have a death wish. Not this week at least. There was a castle in the background. A beautiful, old Gothic building. My fantasy mind got ahead of me. I wondered it this was Dracula’s castle. I have a thing for vampires. It was not the home of Count Dracula, but pardon the pun, it was a blood relative. All vampires descend from him. I met a handsome count who looked hungry. I speculated that this virus has hurt their feeding schedule. Not as many folks out and about at night. No easy prey stumbling home from a bar at 4 am in the morning. I offered my neck to him as a gesture of kindness. I just hoped that he would see my willingness and find some way for me to remain living. I can be quite helpful. He bit my neck and I felt immense pain, followed by immense pleasure. I lived but I now belong to him. I am now in charge of talent acquisition. That is just a fancy way of saying I work in the kitchen. I find him tender flesh he can devour nightly. Whatever he has in store for me, I will embrace. What is your fantasy phone sex scenario?