Category: Snuff phone sex

Sex with dead bodies I created… six months ago.

Sex with Dead Bodies

As much as I like being the victim, I like making them too.

See, this graveyard from our last adventure? Has a lot of skeletons in it. Ones I created. And ones I use to fuck myself with. Because bones never really go limp.

Best time to harvest a bony dong is around 6 months dead. Perfectly cleaned off of any of the gooey stuff, but also hard enough still to with handle the abuse I’m about to give it. A femur is usually the best one.

The head of the bone usually makes a really good for clit stimulation. With how round the knob of it is, can just rub your shit like it’s gonna give you life. Gets me nice and wet so I don’t have to worry about going dry.

As I will always end up shoving a fuck toy up my crotch so I can give myself a boner.

See what I did there 😉

Head of the femur is probably equates to being fisted. It’s a big joint, but feels fucking amazing when you use it to give yourself a calcium shaft therapy session. And you can go for hours if you have enough lube with you.

Sex with dead bodies is always a pleasure for me to enjoy. Even when my dear lover ceased to exist many moons ago.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are The Best Fun

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are the best things to explore with Snuff calls. As a filthy little cum slut of a exploitation film type victim, my cunt craves torture.

Not only does my cunt crave torture. But my asshole is also a prime suspect for the pleasures of dick. In fact some guys only want ass. In fact they crave an ass like mine. After all I have the perfectly accommodating asshole for big dicks.

Some nights I am getting myself in such a series of deep trouble that I wake up unsure of how I survived. Honestly I really get off on the edge. Like the edge of death makes me feel more fucking alive than ever.

In conclusion I just want to say that I am here to be used. Coincidently I will also entertain the idea of being fantasy raped into full used up ass and cunt. Then used as a bait bitch to find new flesh for the pleasures of perverted sadistics.

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Cheap Phone Sex Is Trashy

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Cheap phone sex doesn’t have to mean that it’s just easy on your wallet. It can also mean skanky, trashy or low class. I strive to be all of those because I know the more disgusting and vile I am, the more you like it. You’re looking at my humongous tits and salivating and you’re looking at my pretty pussy and jacking that dick. That’s what you’re supposed to do, get all worked up over a body like mine. Shit, I’m fucking my own slit and licking my fingers! How can I expect anyone else to , if I don’t? Now that I’m all juiced up-are you ready to fuck the shit out of me? Yeah, your dick is all swollen and sticking out. Ready for me to lick it? Aw…I’m gonna suck it down my throat like an oyster. That’s it fuck my whore ass mouth! I want my lipstick smeared all over your dick and if you want to party some to feel even better, go ahead. When I get on all fours, you can do a bump off my fucking ass cheeks or if you want to snort of my tits, that’s fine. You’re going to stay hard for hours and give me your cock until we soak the bed with sweat!

Cannibalism phone sex grants me access to yummy cock flesh

Cannibalism phone sex will take you where you need to be. Right in my mouth baby. I’ve been called many things – a deviant, a pervert, a siren of sin – but I prefer to think of myself as a connoisseur of carnal delights. My lair is a place where the forbidden becomes possible, where the line between pleasure and pain is blurred, and where the ultimate release can only be found in the darkest corners of the human imagination.Cannibalism phone sex

Let me paint a picture for you – you lay before me, your heart pounding in your chest as you gaze upon my sharp ass teeth, each one a reminder of the fate that awaits your cock. You’re sweating, trembling, but you can’t deny the thrill that courses through your veins as you submit to me, your dominatrix.

And then, with a wicked grin, I sink my teeth into your shaft. The pain is intense, but it’s quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that courses through your entire being. Your mind reels as I tear through your skin, indulging your Snuff sex desires and leaving you gasping for more.

I can hear you now, begging for more, pleading for me to chomp on your cock flesh. And as I clean my teeth, savoring the taste of your release, I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This is what I live for, blood pouring down my chin and fresh cock flesh in my teeth.

 

Rena Is a Dirty Accomplice Phone Sex Whore

Accomplice Phone Sex is my favorite. I also love a good p-daddy when I have calls. It reminds me of my upbringing and how my family loved to play with me. I was the only girl in a family of mainly men.  My mom was a whore that daddy got pregnant and she kept working and daddy wanted to do his thing too.  A lot of times, I had to take on mommy’s duties since she was out fucking other men to put food on the table.  So daddy taught me from a young age that I was nothing more than holes for his cock and eventually nothing more than holes for other mens cock to use and abuse.

That’s what I’ve been taught and I love putting it to good use.  Every guy I’m with knows we have no consent, they are able to fuck any hole they want, anytime.  I could be asleep, working, out somewhere. They are free to come get me and demand me to be the cum dumpster they need in order to get their balls drained into my tight cunt.  Boy they sure love a small asian girl. Some tell me I look a lot younger which gets their cocks hard. I am attracted to mainly p-dadAccomplice phone sexdy’s because we can find that young pussy together and I am an assett to them because girls trust me. I look young and trustworthy. Parents even ask me to watch their rugrats and I then invite guys over to play with them and groom them together.

I make a great accomplice, bottom line. If you need help in your fantasy getting away with the dirty things in your mind in our fantasies, give Rena a call. No judgment zone here for sure just here to help get my pussy wet and your cock to explode.

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

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Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Fantasy Phone Sex With A Hot Dom

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Fantasy phone sex is great because it means I get to play out fantasies I might never get to do in real life. Sometimes, it’s a fantasy where my Dom is a giant, 30 feet tall, who wants to use me as a real-life masturbation toy. Other times, it can be rape fantasties. Still others, it’s snuff fantasies.

Right now, what I’m in the mood for is a good snuff fantasy with a hot Dom. I want it to be slow and intimate and full of betrayal. I want him to make me think that he would never truly hurt me…and then he does. The story slowly unfolds in such a way that he first sexually tortures me, as usual, and then it starts to go down an even darker path, full of strangulation, exsanguination, and possible descration of my limp, lifeless body.

That’s the best thing about fantasy, in my opinion. Even if you’d never do it in real life, you can always explore the deeper, darker sides of your psyche with fantasy. I have lots of deep, dark sides, and they all scream out for your hands around my throat, slowly choking the life from me as the light in my eyes dies.

Killer phone sex means her corpse is filled with cum

Killer phone sex is what I am here for, bloody, messy and bone chilling. If I don’t do it right my Master will punish me and if I am a really bad girl I might end up on the chopping block. So I never disobey him. It’s a dark, twisted world I inhabit, but it is what it is.

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My Master believes he is an artist, he thinks he is better than any of them. The way he suffocates a whore, I guess I can see it. The way he sets it all up, the kind of camera he uses, everything is top notch. He most definitely is a perfectionist. This last girl he filmed, was a real pain. She wouldn’t take his orders and kept messing up the shots.

He ordered me to shove a dildo down her throat and tape up her mouth. She fought every step of the way. The bitch even got me in trouble for taking too long. As punishment he made me snuff her out. He knows how much I hate doing that, it really fucks with me. I made sure that plastic bag was super tight so her last breath was quick. He usually fucks them first but I guess he was generous. He knows I have developed a taste for Sex with dead bodies. I love their vacant eyes and still limbs. 

My Master watched with delight, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the scene before him. He urged me on, his commands got my pussy even wetter, I could feel the heat building within me, the familiar ache of release just beyond my grasp.

As I reached my climax, I let out a primal scream, my body shaking with pleasure. My Master followed suit, his own release a testament to the power of our twisted union. As we lay there, spent and exhausted, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My life as a snuff whore may be dark, but it’s never dull. It’s a life filled with sex and death, but it’s one that I wouldn’t trade for anything. After all, there’s no greater thrill than giving your Master exactly what he demands, even if it means filling a corpse with cum.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Thanksgiving Provided Lots of Leftovers for Me

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex has become a staple for me on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I like to treat myself to a very special meal that takes weeks to prepare properly. And it gets harder every year too. Personally, I like my food organic. No toxic dyes. No piercings. And definitely no plastic in the body and that includes shit injected in the lips and cheeks. So, I hunted for weeks until I found one.

She appeared all natural.  Blonde hair did not seem artificial. Tits looked real. I saw no visible piercings or tattoos. And no lip or cheek fillers either. No Botox because her face moved. Plus, she had some meat on them bones. Thin meat does not cook as well. And it does not taste as good either.

I lured her to my dungeon where she existed for weeks as I softened her skin with daily butter baths. That really is the key to succulent meat. Although she thought she might be a snuff porn victim, I assured her that she had a much higher purpose than that. She would feed me all winter long. But she did not know that until early yesterday morning when I tied her legs and arms and stuffed her cunt and ass with bread and herbs. And some cut up vegetables too.

Would You Like to Join Me for a Very Special Meal?

She required a large pan. But I have those and a large industrial stove for cooking such large slabs of meat. After ten hours at 450 degrees, she turned out perfect. She did scream for a bit as the heat of the stove burned her skin. But the fumes likely forced her to pass out before the real pain kicked in. Blessing in disguise for her, I guess.

With my carving knife ready, and my sides prepared too, I had a feast. Stuffed my belly with girl meat. And I do have leftovers. I cut the flesh from the bones, saved some organ meat to freeze, and packed up the loose meat into Tupperware containers. So, if you have the same acquired tastes as me and taboo phone sex does not upset you, be my guest. I have plenty to share.