Category: Necrophilia phone sex

A Vampire Roleplay Phone Sex Fantasy

roleplay phone sexI love a hot roleplay phone sex call. I enjoy being an age play accomplice, but I am best at being the victim. That is because I am a stupid whore. I have one caller I adore because he mixes my love for vampires with my love for snuff. I have long been fascinated with vampires. They are better than zombies or any other creature. They are hot as fuck. They are horny as fuck and they promise you immortality. My last call was a hot fantasy. One I wish could happen. I was out in the middle of a forest alone in the dark of night. I was snooping for evidence of vampires rumored to be living in a castle nearby. I thought I was being stealth, but I was being dumb. Vampires come out at night looking for food. I should have been snooping in the sunlight. I was startled by a hand on my shoulder and a deep voice telling me I was trespassing. I was immobilized by fear. When I turned around, I saw a handsome man. I was not as scared anymore. That was until I saw his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. I gasped, stumbled backyards and fell to the ground. I was not escaping. As he looked me in the eyes, I felt his spell. I was not going anywhere. He made me a proposition. Well, less a proposition and more a last wish. He would let me have one more orgasm before he killed me. I pleaded to become a vampire. Living dead is better than snuff dead, right? His fingers entered my pussy as his fangs came out, poised over my neck. I tried not to cum, but I am a snuff whore and a vampire slut. I came so hard and at the same time, his sharp fangs pierced my neck. I felt my blood trickling down my neck. As I begged to live with him forever, he drained my blood just enough to turn me. I am now a vampire bride and eager for my next hot fantasy phone sex call.

Seducing Me Dead With Vampirism

We met at a party. It was a Gothic Phone Sex theme of sorts. It was unofficial in that theme, but ultimately true to T. I was seduced by a Vampire at a friends party. He had me mesmerized and making out even though my friends were screaming. I was under his spell. The slut that I am I let him come onto me and kiss me without much getting to know each other. He came on strong and maybe even slipped something into my drive to make it hit me stronger. I am a slut and a bimbo. My friends are fully aware that just a little alcohol and I am like a sponge to whatever has a dick. I am such a tramp I let him up my shirt and hands in panties without much. He led me upstairs as my friends were frightened. He shoved me to my knees and forced his cock in my mouth. I sucked like a good whore and the roleplay phone sex led into me cumming on his mouth as he lapped at my pussy and bit my clit. He bit into my clit and let his saliva mingle into my blood stream. He decided to turn me but before telling me he pumped my pussy full of cum as he asphyxiated me to passing out. I was a vampires cum dump and soon to awaken as his whore.

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Sex with Dead Bodies Because a Heartbeat is Overrated

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A heartbeat is overrated. That is why I prefer sex with dead bodies. The dead do not spoon. The dead do not want to know how your day was. The dead do not cheat on you. The dead do not argue. The dead do not try to control you either. When I was a young girl, I was a serial killer in the making. I did not harm animals, though. It is not that I do not value life. I just so not value HUMAN life. And with the way the world is now, I value it even less and I did not think that was possible. Every week, I hunt a few trolls on the Internet and have some sex with dead bodies. It is so easy to catfish a troll, especially in times like these. Internet trolls are basically the same. Underachieving males who cannot get over how bad their lives turned out. Now, they are middle-aged, hiding behind a computer and feel threatened by strong dominant women. I have a fake profile. I am not on social media because I give a fuck what you had for dinner or what your fuck trophy did at school. I am on social media to stir up shit and hunt. Bruce was my latest victim. I had been watching him bully women for weeks who did not agree with him. He was easy to catfish. My fake profile does not look fake. I have years of pictures and over a thousand “friends.” Mostly losers like Bruce who troll women to make themselves feel better about their sorry little lives. I am not Pro-life. I will kill anyone at any age who gets on my nerves. But I chimed in that he was so right. Fed his tiny little ego while I plotted making his heart stop beating. We met up Friday night. He was repulsive. A fat fuck with a dick as small as his pea brain I was certain. I skipped the sex with dead bodies fun with him because even when I stopped his heart, he still grossed me out. He never saw it coming. I made him think he was getting some Goth pussy, but I gutted him like the pig he was instead. I castrated his loser balls too. He screamed like banshee. I will admit, my cunt got wet. Not from his screams. Not because of any necrophilia fun. My cunt got wet because I stopped the heartbeat of a complete loser and his heartbeat was overrated. Is yours?

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Fantasy Phone Sex Lover

fantasy phone sexI 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?

Necrophilia Phone Sex

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia 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

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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

sex with dead bodiesMy 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.

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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.

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Fantasy Kidnapping Phone Sex

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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.