Castration phone sex stories always get my murder pussy off! just the other day it became a devious little roleplay. I was going down on my boyfriends Christian brother. My boyfriend was in the room telling me how nasty and slutty I was. His brother was tied to a chair with his pants down. His cock was big and meaty and my murder mind was going off on how fun it would be to skin his cock with our teeth. I finally started biting into his hard cock hearing him scream was so much fun. He didn’t know we were playing a castration phone sex game yet. Slowly I bit through his cock and cut it off with my teeth at the base. I had blood dripping down my chin and i spat his cock out and laughed at him. He was screaming and crying as I twisted his balls off I cooked up his cock and balls and made him eat them and told him it was a pity we couldn’t play more before I slit his throat. Then I fucked my boyfriend with blood and gore all over my body. We ate his body in stews and burgers and laughed about how evil we could be.
Tag: Cannibalism phone sex
I want to take of your Flesh, Consuming You Whole
Calling All Vore Whores Like Myself. Cannibalism Phone Sex is as extreme and weirdly fucking hot. Last night I talked with a guy that wanted me to eat him, from his toes up. So Of Course I had fun with it.
I drugged him up pretty good, and stripped his ass naked. Placed his sexy fucking naked ass on a table. Got all kinds of shiny, sharp, pretty tools. Such as a scalpel, box cutter, machete, saws all, filet knife and of course you can’t go wrong with a hand saw. Toes first, hmmm. I could bite those little piggies off. Just chomp them right off, like biting a fucking celery stalk. I bet the bone would crunch so nice.
He woke up at the first initial Bite, on his big toe. The scream he let loose was like an animal in agony. The decibel to which he hit, made me so wet. So I kept biting. I would Bite and chew him up. Gnashing and smashing him with my teeth. Grinding my Molars, and then spitting his blood and plasma back in his face.
I went straight from toes to cock, I didn’t want him to blow his load while I was chomping down on a shin bone, that doesn’t seem fitting does it? No, not to me either. So i took the scalpel and carefully removed his hard cock and swollen balls in one unit. Homemade Castration done so twistedly right. Call me a Sick Bitch, Call Me a Psycho… all terms of fucking endearment.
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The entire time, he screamed and writhed in pain. My giggle drove him mad. How could I be such a sadistic little bitch? I guess getting killed, tortured, maimed and assaulted nightly, has kind of turned me into a bit of a monster.
Toying with my new blood covered bestie, I brought his cock and balls right up to his face, dangled it over him, and made him watch me deepthroat it. Knowing he would never feel the pleasure of feeling, because I tore all the nerves, slicing it off of him. As He screamed, I forced that fucker down his throat.
“See how good you taste, why wouldn’t I want to Consume you…”
Then I proceeded to fork and knife my home made hard cock dildo. Smacking and slurping as I chewed him up and swallowed him fucking whole.
Oh Don’t worry, I got to use all my pretty tools on the rest of him. But if you are interested in finding out exactly what I did. Curiousity is gonna have to kill the cat, call me mother fucker….
Lets Make Her Bleed
Murder phone sex stories get a snuff phone sex sluts pussy so wet. I just love telling my murder stories like how I went and kidnapped this pretty brown haired blue eyed Christian whore and took her to my cabin with my boyfriend. We tied her up and I began cutting small pieces of her skin off and feeding it to my boyfriend. He always wanted to eat a living person and then have sex with their dead body. It turned me on just thinking about it. I carved out her eyes and put them in a jar and laughed as she screamed.
I always wanted blue eyes and now I had them. Snuff phone sex whores like me just loved it bloody and twisted. I shoved my knife up her ass and fucked her with the blade until there was no light in her eyes then I told my boyfriend to fuck her dead bloody body while I carved her up. It was so sexy watching her lifeless body jerk as he shoved his cock in and out of her like that. I sliced her chest open and played with her blood and kissed him as he came seep inside here dead pussy.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are The Only Fantasies I Like
Murder phone sex fantasies get me off. I told a friend how I wanted us to take my dumb little sister to a satanic temple and sacrifice her stupid virgin pussy to the dark lord. We could cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut and pluck out her pretty blue eyes. Then shave off her blond hair and boil her alive and watch as her skin boiled of her body. It made me laugh so hard. I told him after that we could fuck her dead body and cut her up into tiny pieces and feed her body to my family and friends non of them would ever know. Afterwards we could go to a catholic church and fuck in front of the alter and call Satan and defile the holiness of the house with our blasphemy sex. We could even get the devil to corrupt the congregation and watch as they do wicked things to each other every time they go to church. We could replace all the nuns with evil satanic nuns that love being twisted and evil and bathe in the blood of the holy ones. Murder phone sex fantasies just get me off so much more than regular fantasies. I love blood, death, and sex.
Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires
I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.
I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.
“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”
You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.
Cannibalism phone sex should completely devour me
With Cannibalism phone sex, you can eat me anyway you want. I dream of the day when you’ll finally snap my neck in a passionate act of cannibalistic lust. I long to feel you tear into my flesh, ravage my organs, and feast upon my quivering meat. The thought of being your succulent roast, oozing with juices, sets my cunny ablaze. Oh, Master, I know we’ll make some deliciously evil films as you slowly devour me, savoring every morsel!
In the meantime, I’ll be your fuck-puppet. Use my holes however you wish – pound relentlessly, gape me wide open, dump your steaming loads deep in my guts. I’ll be your filthy cum-dump with a body built for brutalization. I exist to be enslaved, tortured and violated with vile Snuff sex.
The only reality I need is you dominating me completely. I’m yours, mind, body, and soul. Thank you for choosing me to be your hot snuff slave whore. I know we’ll make some utterly depraved movies as you cannibalize the fuck out of me. My body is your altar for sacrifice.
A Cannibals Delight!
I may look sweet and innocent, but I promise you I am not. The things I do to get off would probably churn your stomach. I can tell you all about the first man I lured into my home. Oh, he was so sweet. I still remember the surprised look in his eyes when I did it to him. Oh, he begged me not to. He promised me money and lavish gifts. I didn’t want any of that. I wanted to hear his screams. I wanted to drink them in and let them fuel my next orgasm. This was the only way I could get off. Sex was never enough. I needed something darker and more sinister to get my pussy off.
Until that night I never knew what it was. Sure, sex was amazing, but nothing was as good as watching the light leave their eyes. Hearing them scream and never stopping just laughing and moaning as you reached your climax. I didn’t even have to touch myself to get off. Oh, and what I did next really sealed the deal. i. made the best tasting meal I ever had. I gave the bones to my furry friend and he’s just another person who disappeared in this big city.
Killer Phone Sex Turned into a Killer Meal
Killer phone sex is in high demand this July 4th You know what I like to grill on this holiday weekend? Human flesh. And I have a shrimp on the barbie as they say down under right now. But I got him last week. Takes a while to prepare a meal the way I like. Tony thought I brought him home to fuck. But I told him he had a much higher purpose in my life.
I select my meat carefully. When it comes to eating the perfect meal, I require some things. First, I do not like hormones injected into my meat. I prefer to eat organically. No Botox, no steroids, nothing like that. And that goes for implants too. Second, I like my meat to have some flesh on them bones. No skinny folks. I want to sink my teeth into well-cooked flesh. I do not want to just eat bone.
And thirdly, no whole body tattoos, or heavy piercing or hair dyes. Like I said, I watch what I eat. And what I put into my body needs to be organic and natural. Sure, I may be a cannibalism phone sex connoisseur, but I have strict requirements for my meals. And Tony checked all the boxes. A little plump, no tats, no piercings and from his body type, I could safely say no steroids either.
I Am Very Careful About What I Put in My Body
So, the first thing I did was bathe him. A warm butter bath for a few hours a day softens the skin. And makes any meal more succulent. Then I fed him corn meal and other calorie dense meals loaded with some herbs and spices to make his flesh taste better. However, he seemed to be in disbelief about what I was doing. But I assured him his death would not be in vain.
And he has been slow roasting over an open flame since last night. The meat tastes better if the food is cooked alive versus dead. But the large apple I put in his mouth dulled his screams. I should be able to enjoy his flesh around 4 pm. My snuff sex meal will be worth the wait. Tony might think he cooked alive in vain. But not me. He will feed me for months. And in this economy, a cheap meal that lasts for months is perfect.
Gangbang Rape Porn : I Happened into a Hazardous Trap
Yesterday I was out hiking, and stumbled into a Gangbang rape porn trap. Seems these men in their hunting gear were hunting a different kind of prey. Of course they hot a goldmine getting me in their cage. And I know that not only will they violate me, they will also kill me.
Gangbang Rape Porn is How I Reached My Tragic End
First thing I noticed when they had me tied up and walked me out of the cage was a large bonfire with a spit roast skewer. The thing was big enough for a human. Without a doubt I knew what my final se would me, their meal.
Once they cut my clothes off and ogled and groped at me making comments it was time. First they knocked me out again. Then the gang bang started. These filthy mongrels used my every hole. Their massive cocks were penetrating and ripping my holes.
Things just got brutal and these were no normal men, these were some form of neanderthal giants, practically all were over 6 feet. Their cocks were weapons and destroyed me bad. As I laid bloodied and cover n cum they prepped the fire.
Soon I would be impaled on the roasting pole and my final breath would be snuffed out. A Snuff phone sex whore getting what she deserves. A pig roast of a bimbo and every luscious section of my ass was sliced and consumed first. Then went my tits. Sliced right off and devoured.
Once all of my flesh was cleaned from my bones, these men took my organs and remade me into one of their tribe. Now that I am reanimated into a new simulation, or carbon copy my use can continue. Finally the fuck doll has a new version and my DNA is kept in their lab for more recreations.
Cannibalism Phone Sex is The Best Way To Control Populations
Cannibalism phone sex is a way of control. As a rambunctious filthy slut I was invited to a murder session. This was an event like a slave auction. Where the invitees where put up to auction. Yes, I was sold as a side of meat.
With my ass and tits on display the bidders got their chance to grope at my body like they would a cattle for their slaughter. In fact in this new world of over population excess becomes cattle.
Once I was purchased the got to enjoy me any way he wanted. His first thing was to fuck my ass. This gentleman did not want pussy, he only wanted my plump rump roast to tenderize with a hardcore ass fucking. Once he marinated my anus hole with his sperm he was ready to feed.
As I lay there with my ass in the air the big knife went into my flesh and sliced it like the Sunday Ham. My screams were stifled by a pair of sperm filled severed balls in my mouth. Like an apple in a pig. As my ass got sliced I bit down to a squirting of intoxicating sperm in my mouth.


















