Category: Sex with dead bodies

It is a shame we can only die once!

Sadistic phone sexChain me up like the fitly pig I am master! I am your sadistic whore who loves to be wiped and ripped wide open! I don’t usually give up control of this pussy because control of life or death is my ultimate thrill. I’m usually the one who is doing the hurting baby cutting off nipples for trophies or fucking a tight hole with a nail covered baseball bat. I love having Sex with dead bodies more than anything! knowing that I took their life, and now their body is mine to mold and maneuver to any twisted position I want is breathtaking!

The limits to my depraved mind are endless! Lucky for me so is yours! You use a wench and force my legs open nice and wide forcing every and anything you can find deep into my dripping wet cunt! My screams echo through this warehouse loft like a symphony on pain and torture that sang to my deprived soul. The sound turned even me on, and I came so hard when you sliced into my left best. I am more than a pain whore it is my life force!

I love to evoke it on others just as much as being your filthy little victim! It’s a shame we can only die once because I know death will be the ultimate orgasm. Too bad I have to wait for that rush. The smell of my blood filling the air takes me over the edge again as you whip my already open back and thighs. i cum over and over each sting bringing me pure pleasure coming from the pain. Mutilate me baby! That’s what I was made for, for your pleasure baby! I want to be beaten and bloody by the end of this baby! Use this whore until I can’t take any more!

Fuck Em and Burn Em!

sex with dead bodies

I picked up a job at this crematorium and my boss is literally the sickest fuck I know. Almost all of the posthumous hotties that come in run the risk of being assaulted by his deviant dick. If I’m a good bitch, hell even toss me a few human bones to fuck my sadistic cunt with! I love a good hardcore fucking from a blood-filled flesh pipe so there’s something about watching my superior stick his warm meat in a cold piece of still flesh that makes my twat eager. He says he loves the chill that beams off of his victims skin as he caresses their lifeless body. His favorite is when someone “passes in shock” which is another way to say their eyes are still open. He force fucks their pale bodies until he fills them with his seed. Once he fucks em: we burn em. The best part is tossing them in the furnace and listening to their sling crackle like pork rinds as the perv in charge cleans the death off his meat. 

Watch Out For Willow… She’s In The Water!

Murder phone sex Fantasies

 

Something about the summer solstice makes me crank my murder phone sex fantasies up to an extremely elevated level.  Maybe it’s the sweltering heat smothering the shit out of me, could be all the sweat covered flesh flashed everywhere I look, it’s probably a mix of both with a little seasonal depression thrown in to top it all off.  I hate the fucking sun and all of the “fun times” that supposedly come with it.  I’m hot, I’m cranky and all of the bikini wearing bitches and brewski pounding bros around are going to have to pay for it.  They deserve it.

Ever hear how loud a bunch of coeds get when they’re partying at a lake house?  It’s always the same.  Stupid shouts and gleeful screams as someone crashes through a beer pong table that is somehow louder than the blaring electronic music that sounds like a robot getting raped.  The hoots and hollers of the drunken and drugged mass of party time fuck pigs as some random sorority slut clones strip out of their bathing suits and grind their whore holes all over the party.  They’re all like this, maybe with slight variations.  Makes for easy pickings, I have all the sound cover I need.

As much as the sun sucks, skinny dipping on a warm moonlit night has to be one of earth’s greatest pleasures.  There’s a lake not far from my House of Horrors that has lots of little alcoves and offshoots that are perfect for it.  Unfortunately, the summer lake crowd ruins it every year with their trash and noise pollution.  Selfish pricks.  The one thing I like about the season ruined on an almost nightly basis by a bunch of out of towner teens.  A couple of “accidental” drownings usually takes care of it, though.  And there’s always a few fucked up fuck pigs who want to skinny dip in the moonlight, too.

They never know I’m there.  Sometimes they just splash around, maybe the girls will play with each other’s glistening titties or slap their friends asses as they flip around in the lake, other times I’ll get a couple or two who are getting in the water to fuck.  Either way, I sit patiently and wait for my moment to strike.  Like a crocodile stalking its unsuspecting prey in the shallows, I slowly swim my way over to the good time group and position myself to strike as they unwittingly splash about. 

I wait for a straggler, one of the sluts who wander a little too far out into the dark water away from the group.  Sometimes I get a “gimme” and find a super fucked up slut passed out on the bank.  However I come across them, I just drag them under the water and drown their dumb asses.  If they’re conscious, they fight a bit.  No problem though, they’re already too deep to really do anything.  I can hold my breath for longer than any unsuspecting party slut, I just hold them down and wait it out.  By the time their friends find their bodies, I’m long gone with zero evidence of me even being there.  Just another drunk whore getting too fucked up and drowning at the lake.

It really is the best way to break up a party.  Murder, that is.  Do you think anyone can have a good time after they find their lifeless friend floating in the water or laying lifeless on the bank?  I mean, other than me, of course.

 

His secret fantasy

necrophilia phone sex

I have had an ongoing relationship with a guy. When we first met, I wasn’t completely attracted to him. I thought he was sort of odd.

Either way, he had a way with words, and sure enough, he had me under his spell before I could even realize it.

I was smitten around him and thought his personality was still different, but he had a certain charm that radiated. Who knew it had patterns of psycho. One day I was sleeping and noticed him taking pictures of me while I napped. It woke me up. He looked quite startled when I awoke. He could see I was weirded out, and he tried to play it out as he couldn’t help himself. I looked so cute when I slept.

After that, I didn’t think much of it. I went through his phone one day and could see he had a lust for necrophilia phone sex.

I had opened a can of worms and finally found a section where he confessed he loved to take pictures of me asleep and loved to imagine me dead and how his cock would feel inside me. After that, I cleared any signs of me going through his phone and tried to head out as fast as I could, but he was in front of the front door.

I guess the indoor cameras should have been a dead giveaway.

Killer Uncle’s Accomplice

My uncle was a sadistic fuck and taught me how to be one. Living in a rural area you were able to get away with anything and he did. He made me his accomplice when it came to picking up young lot lizards.

Accomplice phone sex

Once he drove them to an abandoned farm, he knocked them out with anything he had in his hand or even his fist. He would force me to help him tie them up. He loved scaring them with his knives, gracing their naked bodies with the knife and his hard cock. I saw my uncle choke them with his fat hard cock until they threw up or stop breathing, he fucked them and used them to cum even if they stopped moving. One time he chocked the slut too hard she didn’t even get to suck his cock, so he stuck his fat dick in her asshole fucking her until her limp body shit itself. My uncle is a hunter, so he knew how to gut them like pigs. Once he got rid of any human looking parts, he would then have a big barbeque for the town. No one knows the secret to his food but me.

The Torment of Torture Sex

Torture sex

 

I’m not sure which kind of fuck pig I like to torment and have torture sex with more, the horndog hogs or the slutty sows.  I don’t give a shit about gender, everyone can take their pretentious pronouns and fake ass wokeness and fucking choke on it for all I care.  I want tears, I want screams and I want blood.  Every last unlucky fuck piggy on earth has all of those inside of them and I revel in gory glory of being the entity in this world who beat it all out of them.  

Where does the torturing begin?  The mind.  A hemmed up little vixen doesn’t fear the volatile violation she’s about to receive if you don’t drag her brain through the muck first.  Sure, it hurts like hell, but do they fear death nearly as much as I whip and flog their flesh if I don’t humiliate them and tease them with all of my implements of pain and tools of persecution before I get to the dirty work?  I don’t think so.  

Once they’re properly tenderized, I can finally feel good about getting into that cunt or climbing onto a cock and draining all of the cum out of them that I can as they just hang there, restrained and writhing in the air.  I absolutely love to marinate their mangled pork meat with my pussy spit.  My tight and tortured twat power squirts and I’m a great fucking aim.  I love to blast it in their faces, drown them in a deluge of my juices every time I experience “Le Petite Mort” in my reign over them.

When I finally get my fill of torture sex and jizzing all over my fine fuck pig masterpieces, one thing is for certain.  They’re broken.  Hell, some of them don’t even make it through the whole encounter.  It’s bittersweet for me, I like to put people through as much punishment as possible before they expire, but turning a fuck pig into long pig is a snap and earns me a pretty good pay day in the right markets.

 

I Fuck Dead Girls

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When I’m in the mood for sex with dead bodies my first instinct is to find the cutest prissy slut to take advantage of. The blood-curdling screams of an unwanting victim make my twat so wet. When I’m this horny I can’t help but to scissor my prey. You watch in amazement shoving your big hard cock down her throat as I rub my cunt up against hers. You’ve already had your way with her asshole so all of the blood from you forcefully assaulting her is making it easy to glide my chard clit across her snatch. I break her legs as I push them back to get the best angle. Ooops! Watching you force fuck that tiny little ass while I smothered her with my twat is what made me cum the first time. Now, watching you suffocate her with your cock while I create friction with our coochies is going to make me explode! We always have so much fun that sometimes I miss the last breath. I was so busy snapping the bones in her body that I didn’t even notice that the bitch had been dead for 15 minutes already. Her pussy was still so fucking wet and her mouth didn’t stop slobbering all over your cock. Next time I need to make sure to watch for our victim’s last gasp for air. I really do hate getting so carried away.

Bloody Phone Sex Princess

bloody phone sex

Bloody phone sex with this princess will have you wake up and look around. You’re in the woods. This isn’t where you remember being. And then you hear a voice laughing when she sees the fear in your eyes. You look up to see the most beautiful Goddess you’ve ever seen. Before you have a chance to speak, she tells you that she knows what kind of person you are. She knows that you’re a misogynistic piece of shit and that you’re going to pay dearly. That’s when she reaches in between her legs and pulls a bloody tampon out of her cunt. She walks over and starts rubbing it all over your face. 

You’re stunned and confused and that’s when she starts chanting. When that stops, she tells you that from now on, you’ll bleed from your ass every month, just like a period. You’ll even get cramps. You ask her why she’s doing this to you, and she tells you that she’s heard about the way you make your girlfriend give you head when she’s got her period. This spell will ensure that you will be feel ten times the pain she ever feels. I wonder if you’ll be sorry for your actions then? Probably not. You’re just a stupid man. 

Who’s Watching The Babysitter?

Babysitter phone sex

My favorite babysitter phone sex story is from the first time I stalked, raped and murdered a promising young duty bound teen.  I’ll never forget it, it’s as clear in my mind now as it was the night it happened.  It was all over the news, I’m sure you heard about it.  Turned several lives upside down and completely shook a sleepy little lower middle class town to its core.  It was great!

I was traveling, took my tortured soul on a little road trip for some insipid inspiration.  I do that from time to time.  It’s good to get out and get a different perspective on life, plus it takes a little of the heat off of me back home.  I stopped at a gas station in a podunk town that couldn’t amount to more than a smeared splotch of fly shit on a map.  As I filled my tank, I noticed a bob haired teen walk out of the station and down the road toward the setting sun.  The urge struck, so I discreetly followed her to a quaint little house on a hill.

I sat in hiding for just a few moments before I saw a man and woman exit the home in what seemed to be their fanciest clothes, get into their car and zip off down the road.  At that moment I knew that I had just followed a babysitter and that this fateful night was going to be her last on this miserable, muck covered earth.

I was a patient predator, as I always am.  My hiding spot in the treeline was absolutely perfect and, when the time was right, I pounced.  It was just before midnight when I made my way around the house in the shadows and started testing windows.  The second one I tried was unlocked and I slipped my tiny self inside of it in a heartbeat.  Making entry is always so easy, you’d think a good babysitter would be more vigilant.  Stupid whores.

As luck would have it, I landed myself right in the little rugrat’s room and didn’t even wake the little fucker as I crept out and into the dark domicile.  The only light on in the place was in the living room, an ironically named area, considering what was about to happen.  I silently stalked through the hallway until I caught sight of my intended target, doing homework on the couch as she watched the Late Show.  

I could’ve just slipped up behind her and started strangling, but I like a fuck pig to be afraid of me before I take them out.  The smell and taste of fear in the air is absolutely exquisite.  If you haven’t had the pleasure, Man, you’re really missing out.  I waited for the girl to look up at the T.V. then I stepped out of the darkness right in her line of sight.  She jumped so high up off of the sofa you’d have thought that she had springs in her ass.

After the initial shock, there’s always a moment of confusion.  No one ever thinks that the 5’6” tiny framed blonde that’s standing in front of them is going to cause them any harm.  At first, anyway.  Once they process the look on my face as a malicious one, they seem to understand.  This simple servant slut didn’t get it until I had gotten halfway across the room leaving mere feet between us.  Poor little piggy, she even made it to the telephone and fingered out 911 on the buttons.  That was all I gave her.

As the operator answered on the other end, I wrapped the phone cord around her thin little neck a couple of times and pulled back with all of my might.  We fell to the floor as the operator answered and I rolled her so I ended up on her back, choking her out the whole time.  All the operator heard were grunts and gurgles as I wrapped the ball of cord in my right hand and jerked down her pants and panties with my left.  As her entire head started turning purple, I unzipped my fly, whipped out my fat black strapped on dildo and forced it into her tiny teen cunt.  She hacked out a few wails and moans as I went back and forth from pussy to ass and back again.  I could hear the operator on the other end asking questions, struggling to understand what was happening.  

I kept going, making sure the sitter had just enough air to live through the brutal pounding I gave her hot holes.  She started groaning and writhing and, just as her tight rims spasmed and clenched down on my dildo in an enormous orgasm, I tightened my hold until there was no breath or life left in her.  Perfect.  I stood up, ripped the phone out of the wall then took a couple of pics to memorialize the moment.  Then, I stuffed my fake black cock back into my trousers and darted out the same window I entered, leaving the little one safe and sound in their bed.  The police have no leads, I’m pretty sure they think they’re looking for a guy. Sexual assault with no seminal fluids, though.  That should tell them they’re not on the right path.

 

 

Drop Dead Necrophilia Phone Sex

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If you’re a fan of necrophilia phone sex, then I might just be the right whore for you. Do you think about what it would be like to snuff the life out of a woman and then have your way with her body? I wonder if you would like fucking her more when her body is still warm, or if you’d prefer to wait until she’s cold? Knowing a pervert like you, you’d probably want to do both. Maybe that cold, dead cunt will feel really good on your cock. And you’ll be able to say you’ve done something that not many men have done.

I would absolutely love to help you pick out your victim. We can decide what she’ll look like, who she will be, and even where you’ll pick her up from. Maybe she’ll be a date. Maybe you’ll kidnap her from the mall. Whatever fantasy scenario we come up with, it’s sure to be the best fucking phone fuck you’ve had or will ever have. Are you ready to take a walk on the extreme dark side with me? Sluts like me may look so sweet, but we’re as wicked as they come.