Category: Necrophilia phone sex

He kept teasing me…

He called and gave me his info just like the other 10 thousand times he has called. It always declines. After it does I always hear “Goddess Ivy, I just need you to punish me so badly.” And hangs up on me. He always gives me his address, the only thing he never changes. I went there in the middle of the night. Turns out he lives 45 miles away from me.

Home invasion phone sex

He was rich, so he had money and I fucking wanted it. I broke in, snuck up to their room. Cracked em both in the head, when they woke up I was covered in blood sitting on the edge of their bed holding their brats teddy bear. They tried to get lose but the razor wire was cutting into their wrists. I started telling his wife how badly he wanted me to punish him, So I am here. I smiled and slid up between his legs, “You are gonna want to watch this honey. I bet your husband is gonna love this cock up his ass.” I shoved the razor studded cock up his ass making him cry and scream a high pitch scream.

Evil phone sex

“Living out in the middle of the desert with no one around, well that is just inviting to someone like me.” I kissed him on the forehead and moved to his wife. I took her gag out and made him watch as I throat fucked her with the razor studded cock. My pussy is so fucking wet right now.. I wonder how if he can keep his cock hard till I cum ? The sick fuck had a ragging hard on after watching his wife’s throat getting sliced and diced. Such a sick fucker! 

Murder phone sex

Lets have some bloody sex!

Bloody phone sex I would love to have some bloody phone sex with you! Blood turns me on so fucking much. Just feeling the warm sensation of the blood running all over my body, and the iron taste and smell! Just getting some of the blood on my tongue and the iron taste just makes me cunt so wet. Even if it is your blood my blood, or the blood of some bitch we gutted together. I would love to lay back and slit someones throat and let the blood spray all over my body. I will use it as lube for you big cock to shove inside of me. Just fuck me with that bloody nasty cock. I would love to have the blood and cum mixed all together in my fucking throat.

Snuff Sex Fantasies

snuff sexFor months all I heard was a creepy voice on the other side of the phone saying, “I’m watching you Cassandra.” I honestly thought it was one of my former masters out to harass and scare me. I was freaked out some, but really thought it was a sick prank. I thought that until I came home from a party one night, walked into my bedroom and felt a hand go around my mouth. The way he said, “I have been waiting for you Cassandra,” was familiar. Eerily familiar. I peed in my panties because I knew it was my stalker. I didn’t recognize him, however. He put his hands around my throat in an attempt to strangle me. I pleaded, tried to scream to no avail. As he did his best to crush my windpipe with his bare hands he looked me square in the eyes and said, “The fun is only begun.” He tossed me to the bed by my throat. As I was gasping for air, he tied my hands and feet to the bed. He straddled my chest with a knife. When I screamed bloody murder, he punched me in the face so hard, teeth flew out of my mouth. I didn’t get any second chances. He plunged the knife in my stomach and sliced me open like a cadaver. I felt immense pain, then a cold nothiness that scared me. I was dying. I knew it. Too much blood was spilling from my body. My attacker put his hands inside me so he could play with my internal organs. He scooped out my insides and plopped them on my chest. He forced my head up so I could see the horror of my intestines wrapped around my tits like a macabre piece of art. Last thing I heard was his sinister laugh as he started to fuck me.

Blasphemy Sex and Fucking The Dead

My guy and I decided to ride over to the cemetery the other night after getting word from my friend, who was a Funeral director. Evidently a prime specimen we needed to see had been placed in a tomb earlier and I have full access as long as I give the Grounds keeper a blow job and he gets to watch. Arriving just after midnight I find the creepy groundskeeper and he leads me to tomb.

I never fucking do jack shit without making sure the deal is good and that means seeing the corpse before blowing fucking Igor. The specimen was fine indeed and my cunt just fucking gushed taking in the rigid cock, as it was beautifully huge! Satisfied on the deal I fulfilled my end letting the creep come on my tits before I mounted my dead friend and started riding that dead cock screaming out blasphemies that please my Lord and Master Satan.

 Blasphemy sex

Introducing Necrophelia

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I have a sexy girlfriend, Andromeda, that I decided to let into my little fetish of necrophilia. Andromeda is smoking hot, and I just know that she is up for anything. Being so sexy, she has a lot of guys and girls all over her, and with her drug habit she’s especially loose these days. I’ve been wanting to bring a live person into my little “orgies” with some of the dead bodies at the morgue where I work, and I thought bringing Andromeda in would be perfect. I’d just get her really stoned first, and then I could fuck her while also showing her how fucking hot necrophilia is. I invited her over Friday night, and poured drinks for us and get high with her. I was feeling good, and suddenly all I could think about was getting my hands on that pussy of hers while shoving dead cock in her ass.

I told her I wanted to show her something, and we got in the car. We traveled to the morgue and she laughed about what we were going to do there and how lame it would be. I laughed and took her into the back, where I have a nice room with a king size bed. I put on some music and stripped down to my bra and panties. I began to dance around, rubbing my body, seducing her. She’s always horny, a real freak, so she was into it. I leaned in and kissed her and she went crazy, kissing me like she couldn’t wait to fuck me. Once we got each other’s clothes off, I took her by the hand and lead her into the room with the bodies are. There was a hot young guy whom had died from an accidental overdose. He was hung like a fucking stallion, and his cock was standing straight in the air. I showed it to her, and her eyes widened. She was intrigued! I put my mouth on it and began to suck his cock and she just stared in amazement. I looked up at her and told her to sit on it, just wait and see how good it will feel. So, she did it, and while she rode him I licked her cunny making her scream like a fucking banshee. What a fucking good time!

 

Dinner and a Show

Snuff phone sex Would you like to eat me baby? Taste every part of my soft smooth flesh. You can tie me up and slid a knife all down my body and just figure our what piece you want first. Maybe you can torture me a little and make me suffer? You can take a scapel and make slits on my tummy and pull back the skin, and cut a piece off and fry it up for yourself. I bet I taste so good! You can cut out my womb and ovaries, I didn’t want lil ones anyways. You have worked your way down my my nice pink clit. I think it would taste the best with a little olive oil and butter don’t you think? Let me be your dinner and a show!

Master’s disposable toy

Murder phone sex fantasiesAs I prepared our most recent victims remains for dinner, dancing around the kitchen naked and bloody from head to toe, mistress perches on a counter, lazily watching me with those terrible, dangerous eyes. She informs me we have a guest for dinner, and dessert. Her own master has arrived. I pause, what horrible creature could be so powerful, so much more murderous as to be HER master? Then the thought occurred to me, I hadn’t made anything for dessert. She tells me it’s already been handled, and not to worry. That his coming was a very special occasion. I go back to rubbing salt and thyme into the chunks of pink flesh I had rinsed the blood from earlier. But my heart still beat.

Suddenly I’m waking up. I don’t remember falling asleep. My body is moving, back and fourth on a table of some sort. There’s something in my throat. I can’t breathe. But why doesn’t it hurt? I can’t see very well. My eyes aren’t all the way open.

Oh, God help me! He’s on me. It’s gotta be him. He looks like they say demons do. Beautiful, big, dangerous. He’s thrusting in…in…oh fuck! his dick is in my throat. But not from my mouth, from my chest! I’m cut open, and he is fucking my throat from the bottom up. Mistress is holding my esophagus, helping to jerk his dick off in the back of my mouth. WHY DOESSN’T IT HURT?! My heart is poun… wait, no it’s not pounding…. then it occurs to me. It doesn’t hurt, because I’m dead. I was fucking dessert. They are using my mangled, empty corpse to fuck. I’m covered in pussy juice, cum, blood, and pieces of myself.

But it doesn’t matter…. not anymore…

Continuing the nightmare

Mutilation phone sexShaking, terrified, piss dripping down my legs I stayed crouched painfully in place. Too scared to go to her, too scared not to. But something drew me, pulling at me from within my core. Seemingly against my will I slowly rose and stumbled towards her.
She reached her bloodied hand out to me, smearing my face as she cupped my jaw and wrapped her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. She pressed her lips to my quivering mouth. She forced her tongue between my teeth, licking them, pressing forward. I opened my mouth to her explorations. I hated myself for how wet my pussy instantly became. The heady flavor of her tongue mixing with the hot iron of the bastard’s blood set a fire pit in my belly which spread to every inch of my body. My nipples drew into hard peaks, threatening to rip themselves from my body. Her other hand cupped one breast, hot and liquid covered, she caressed me. Why? Why do I want this so badly?
She released me, stepped down from the mangled corpse I had all but forgotten she crouched over. Undressing me to my panties, she lifts my small frame with unexpected ease, setting me on what would have been my captor’s lap.
She picked up entrails from where she’d tossed them to the floor, and tied my hands with them to each of the corpse’s legs. leaning me back between his feet.
“Don’t you move, little one.” She ordered.
Prying the remains of his dick from it’s holding place of his mangled jaws, she slid my panties to the side. Sticking her finger inside the mangled cock like a puppet, she then began sucking my clit into her hot mouth. Colors burst behind my eyes as I began to orgasm. She Shoved the meat puppet into my pulsing pussy, and I came. Over, and over I squirt over her hands.
I came as I’ve never came before.

Her bloody, pussy juiced face rose between my knees.

“You’re mine, now.”

Cutting the Dead

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I like to position my stiffs in the morgue to my liking. A little BDSM was my mood this morning and I tied her up and whipped and beat her throughout the day. As part of my post mortem gang bang, I put her on display and set up a row of stiff cocks to watch the discipline. I then took my favorite knife, one with a long, sexy serrated blade, and cut her a new fuck hole right in the center of her throat. Those stiff dicks could be sat on top of her, with their cock resting inside that hole, their blank eyes staring at one another. Oh, the joy and pleasure I feel in watching them look at each other with that dumb as fuck stare. I continued to play with my favorite blade, cutting and slicing the flesh and watching it fall to the floor. My pussy was throbbing then and so fucking wet. It was my turn for a big stiff one in my fuck hole.

Bloody fucking nightmare

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The whole ride there, there was no sound from the trunk. I honestly thought he had killed her, yet she lived.
We’re in the chamber now, some dugout hell hole fucking basement that I know will be the last home I ever know.
He undoes her bindings, leaving the cloth over her eyes. She makes some mewling sounds but seems still unconscious.
He bent low over her, to bring her arms above her head, and she springs to life, clasping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, clawing at his flesh through his clothes. Blood covers her face as she shreds a deep chunk from his cheek and throws him to the floor.
Springing up, she kicks the back of his head, turning his lights out. She straightens, puts her beautiful foot on his fucking windpipe, oh so casually.
Sitting there stunned at what I just witnessed, all I can do is shiver and piss my panties.
This beautiful female standing before me, still somehow blindfolded, blood dripping down her chin and chest, outlining her nipples through her white shirt. She slowly reaches up, removing the cloth from her eyes and locks onto mine. My blood runs cold, even as my cunt runs hot. This is no mere murder rapist, this is a pure predator.
“Hey cutie, shall we have some fun? This one’s been a bad fucking boy, hunting on my turf like a greedy, clumsy baby. Don’t worry, little cunt. You have a new mistress now, and we’re gonna teach this douche bag a lesson he won’t live to forget.”
Blood, so much blood. He’s laying there, unrecognizable after her attentions. The bloody stump of his shredded dick dripping from the hole his lips used to line. His ass full of his own tongue. Deep bloody gouges that used to be nipples. She stands over his body, using his hand, amputated just below the elbow to fist fuck her psycho cunt, squirting blood and her pussy juice into the gaping, jellied cavern which used to house his internal organs. As she comes, she looks to me, licking the blood from her lips, beckoning me to her.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fresh fucking hell am I in for now?