You all get so excited to see Santa this time of the year but you wouldn’t be so happy if you knew his dark secret. Santa every year when he is done delivering gifts to all the brats in the world will make another trip and have sex with dead bodies. Now he won’t do it to all bodies just those of young women that have died recently. He is able to dabble in the black magic as well as white. I was one of the victims last year. I had come home and got in between my boyfriend and the tv and he killed me for it. Early on Christmas morning I was brought back to life enough for Jolly Old St. Nick to have his way with my body. He ripped off what was left of my dress and then spit onto my old dry pussy. He rubbed it in and with his magical tough my cunt was running over. He then took his giant candy cane and shoved it all the way in on the first go. My nerve endings were gone and so I didn’t feel any pain but I did moan out load at being so full. I was getting into being a good fuck again when he decided that he wanted my mouth. His cock was delicious and it wasn’t too long before he shot his yummy egg nog down my throat. A short time later I was back in the ground and cooling off. I wonder if he will remember me, I need a good fucking again.
Category: Sex with dead bodies
Have Hardcore Brat Sex With Dead Bodies
He was the kind of sick pervert who needed to have brat sex with dead bodies. Succulent sweet morsels who were cast out by society. I would lure these street urchins in and commence the torturing before he even got here. Slashing bodies with a cat-o-nine tails embedded with jagged pieces of glass. When he arrived with his mask on, I told him no need. We would be killing these fuck tots and they would never be able to say a word. As for me I knew of him, but did not wish to end up with the fishes. This was a man with a strong political affiliation and a millionaire. He had paid for these two. Blonde girls with no homes. He only wished to watch as I inflicted more pain. I took out my hunting blade and began cutting each little body. Until he stopped me mid cut and asked where the boy was. I grinned up at him and pointed to the closet. Inside he would find his treasure. A younger boy than these cruising bound in duct tape. The Little boy would be his desert after we finished killing these two. He had booked three hours with me and the first hour would be me fucking up perfect flesh of these girls and then he would finally spread there legs and fuck them as I broke each ones neck. But he would not cum just yet. He needed his little bratkin boy to fuck up the ass until he could see that cock bulge. And then I turned over his boy pocket pussy and he kissed him goodbye as I slit his throat and my man finally came!
Killer Phone Sex Slut
If you’re up for a killer phone sex experience, you should definitely give me a call. No, really. I literally mean it. I want to talk about the fantasies I have about killing someone. I know it might sound bad to some people. If that’s you, just keep scrolling. But if you have been turned on by thoughts of the same nature, then we really should have a talk about that. It could go so many different ways – maybe you want to snuff me out or maybe you want me to kill you. But what I really hope you’ll pick is the third option.
I think we should kidnap someone and get rid of them together. But of course, we’re going to have a lot of fun with her. It’ll turn me on so much seeing you spread her legs and fuck her against her will. Maybe I’ll get a strap on and force it in her, too. But instead of her pussy, can I shove my strap on cock deep into her little asshole? God, that sounds so good. And then, we can kill her. How do you want to do it? I say we suffocate her – it isn’t as messy and you can fuck her one last time while you do it! Can’t wait to play with you!
A Slut Who Loves Violent Phone Sex
I don’t know about you, but every now and then (okay all the time!) I love violent phone sex. Getting calls from guys who want to inflict pain and suffering on me turns me on like you would not believe. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s definitely mine. So if you’ve always wondered what it would be like to talk about violent fantasies while you jerk off, then I am most definitely your girl. I happen to enjoy a little pain with my pleasure, so we are most definitely sure to have some kinky fun when you call me.
But maybe you want to be my partner in crime and we could cause a little pain to another girl. I can be quite sadistic when I am in the mood to be. Maybe if I had a violent partner like you, we could really do some damage to some poor, unsuspecting girl. Maybe it’s someone who has mercilessly teased you and now you want to teach her a lesson. I’m totally up for that and then some. Who knows what will end up happening to her. Oh well…whatever it is, she definitely deserves it. Come on, baby! Let’s play!
Knife Play Phone Sex Slut
Hello to all you sick fucks out there. Don’t worry – I’m not saying that in a bad way. I am a sick fuck, too, and I love meeting men who like the same things I do. Take knife play phone sex, for instance. It’s one of my very favorite fetishes. Don’t you agree that there is something so sexy about knives? That cold, shiny steel. The sharp edges being pushed up against my throat, tits, or even my pussy really gets me excited. That cold knife up against my warm flesh just makes my pussy tingle and start throbbing. Maybe you can fuck me while you slice and dice. Sure, I don’t always make it out of knife play fantasies alive, but oh well. Sometimes you just have to give in and let what’s going to happen, happen. And truth be told, snuff fantasies are so fucking hot. Use me. Cut me. Control me. Kill me. Go ahead and take the lead and make sure you are really cruel to me. Slice me up. Take me apart. No matter what you want to do during our knife play call, rest assured that I am your ready and willing victim. Are you ready? I know I am.
Bloody Phone Sexy Fun
Bloody phone sex? I drink my victim’s blood and toast their death. Last night, I bathed in my victim’s blood. She was a hot teen slut. Not as hot as she thought she was. Not as bright as she thought she was either. She fell for the scream queen test. I tell dumb cunts I am a talent scout for horror films, and they buy it every time. Not sure why, but every time, that is the line I use to lure them into my car and to my kill shack and to their deaths. I had this idea or plan, I guess, to torture this teen bimbo. I was bored and felt like prolonged torture and disfigurement was appropriate. I was in a murder and torture mode. The cunt tried to flee from me, tripped over the rug as I grabbed her pink hoodie, hit her head and died. Just like that my hopes and dreams crushed with a blow to the head. Can I tell you how disappointed I was? I planned for days which cunt I was going to mutilate. I was pissed off. It was too late to get another blonde bimbo at the mall. I got creative. I put on a strap-on and did what I do on necrophilia phone sex calls. That was fun, but not enough. I decided to exsanguinate her. I drained her blood. Drained it all into the tub and I bathed in it. Drank it too. Masturbated in her warm blood. Blood is a fountain of youth. I love how it makes my skin glow. I was left with some skin and bones and entrails. I am a generous sadistic bitch, so I fed her remains to the coyotes out back. Keeps them loyal to me if I ever get myself in a bind. Sometimes you must make the best out of a bad situation.
Is it cold in here or just me?
As any good snuff girl should, I think about sex with dead bodies. You see I like to think about myself being killed and then someone enjoying my little body before it is thrown away or cut up. Them shoving their hard cocks into my mouth, pussy, ass and throat with little care as to how rough they get. They will use me as a little sex doll to get their pleasure from me until my body cools too much and I get stiff. Cut each of my hands off and curl the fingers up to use for jerking off cocks, slice my pretty feet off and send to those who are into fucking feet. Remove my arms and legs and keep my torso in the freezer for use of my pussy and asshole later. Remove my head and pull the teeth out to make it easier to use my mouth for whatever they want to stick in it. Maybe toss my remains out into the dumpster that’s nearby and feed my insides to the local strays. They will keep all of the pieces that would be used for identification so that they can get away with this snuff scot free. They will be able to continue to use my pieces for years to cum with proper care!
Last dance with Marley
Tonight Daddy wanted necrophilia phone sex. He said that he had grown tired of me and instead of letting me go and him risking the chance of being in trouble, he decided to end my life. He gave me a lethal cocktail of drugs that he had gotten online and then started torturing me. He cut and stabbed me everywhere that he could. Hit me with a bat and when I lost consciousness he started fucking me until I drew my last breath. He then pulled his cock from my pussy and shoved it into my ass before the muscle tone was lost. He came in my ass and then sewed my asshole shut. He washed his cock off in my rapidly cooling mouth and then shoved it into my twat for the last time. He finished with carving his initials into my torso and then tossed my lifeless body into the pit out back for the coyotes to take care of.
Accomplice phone sex Tales of a bloody classroom
An accomplice phone sex whore here and in everything I do. Blood and forced fucking of pathetic brats is my modus operandi. I have always gotten off on the extreme, and when we had secured a classroom of five boys and five girls, I knew you wanted a show like no other! First I took the two redheads, one boy and one girl. I knew you wanted it brutal as fuck. I could and would give you your ultimate pleasure’s. Cutting their clothes off made my cunt so fucking wet.
Forcing them to fuck each other made me want to snap necks, but I had to wait, I knew you wanted it to be a bloody scene. I had the boy show his cock and beg to suck yours. I had four boys all in a row to suck your dick and when one said he wouldn’t I sliced his throat! You fucked his throat and the other sweet boys and girls were suddenly in a hurry to blow you.
Having these worthless flesh fucks be used like they should be is making my blood rise and I want to slaughter them all. And you will fuck them until they die and bleed out and then fuck even as they’re little bodies cool. The only limits to our murder phone sex Fantasies is you! Let us destroy classroom after classroom of crotch goblins together and use them for bloody sexual pleasures.
Play Out Murder Phone Sex Fantasies With Me
If you have ever found yourself having murder phone sex fantasies, trust me when I say that you’re not alone. I get calls from guys all the time who want to either snuff me out or just talk about murder fantasies in general. It doesn’t freak me out at all. In fact, I was very surprised when I realized that I also loved talking about it. I realized that I love touching my pussy while men talked about the vile things they wanted to do to my body. I didn’t even realize that I was touching myself until I had my first murder fantasy induced orgasm.
So you don’t have to worry that I will judge you when you call me for snuff fantasies. I’ll even help you come up with ideas to off me and make it really sexy at the same time. Suffocation, strangulation, torture, knife play – it’s all good with me. You just have to pick up your phone and call me so we can get this super depraved party started. And if you aren’t sure what way you want to have me meet my demise, it’s cool. I have plenty of ideas. Don’t you worry about a thing.