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Taboo Phone Sex – Hit and Run

Taboo phone sex marley (2)There was ringing in my ears, and my head felt like it had been smashed against concrete. I couldn’t figure out where I was, what I was doing there, or what was going on. Finally, I realized that my eyes were closed, so I tried to open them. That made my head hurt even worse, but when I felt hands groping my body, I became even more determined to see what was going on. When I finally got my eyes to crack open, in spite of the pain, I saw a strange man looking down at my body from very near my own face. His face was a mixture of concern and that leer that says that he’s turned on. I slowly came to the realization that my shirt had been torn open, and his hands were working over my rib cage, under my tits, and then up and over the mounds. I moaned, and I heard my own voice, but I didn’t hear his voice over the ringing in my ears. I did, however, notice the smirk that took over his face when he realized I was conscious. That was when I felt his fingers dive into my cunt. He kept talking to me, but I couldn’t hear him, so I just shook my head gently from side to side, whimpering out a “no” through the pain. His smirk got bigger and bigger as I whimpered no, over and over. Finally, he climbed on top of me and shoved his dick inside my cunt. I finally caught up with lip reading and realized he was telling me that I was a beautiful little cunt, and he was so glad his car hadn’t killed me. This mother fucker had run me down, and now he was fucking me. If I hadn’t been feeling so weak and nauseous and like I needed actual help, I would have smacked that shit-eating grin right off his face. As it sat, any movement I made, including those he was forcing me to make by fucking me, sent jolts through my head. It was so painful that I wound up throwing up all over myself, and he just laughed. Finally, I guess he finished, because he climbed off of me and walked away like it was any normal day of the week. I remember feeling the movement of his car as it drove by before blacking out again….

Knife Play Phone Sex with a Blasphemous Bitch

knife play phone sexI’m a blasphemous knife phone sex bitch. When I kill my prey, I make sure they know they going to hell because there is no God. I look them square in the eyes as they are praying to their make believe God for help. “If God existed, do you think he would let some random bitch kill you,” I always inquire before I gut them like a pig. God is dead. God is nonexistent, but the devil is real and alive inside of me. I think the clinical terms for me are insane, sociopath, narcissist, crazy ass bitch. Well maybe the last one is not a clinical term, but it is my favorite. I like to spread fear not joy. I like to bring death not life. This world is over populated with assholes, dip shits, annoying fuckers, brats and whores. Think of me as population control. Really, when you think about it, I am a do-gooder who is making this world a better place by killing the ones we don’t need. You will thank me one day when I off that cheating whore girlfriend of yours or kill that demanding boss who has never given you an ounce of respect in the decade you have slaved for him. Hell, you may even thank me when I decided to kill you because you are too weak and pathetic to stand up to either. Fuck God. Fuck you.

My New Fuck Buddy

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I want to fuck so bad sometimes that I just can’t wait to get to the morgue and I have to take full advantage of whatever is close by to get off to. Yesterday I was driving down the road, it was a long drive and I was very fucking horny! So, I put my left foot on the dash, turned the cruise control on and fucked myself silly. A trucker pulled up next to me on the interstate and could see what I was doing. He began to jerk his cock and motioned for me to pull over. We stopped at a rest area and I climbed into the truck. Without a word to each other, we start going at it like two energizer bunnies. He fucks me good and hard and I cum three times riding his hard cock in that big rig. He left my pussy filled with cum and wanting more. We have plans to meet again next week at the same spot and I cant wait.

Blasphemy Sex – The Cultists

I had found the most beautiful old church in the middle of nowhere. I mean, it was like time had forgotten it. I decided to explore it a bit. The wood of the structure was turning gray with age, and when I walked inside, the flooring creaked and cracked. There were boards everywhere, and not a pew to be found. It was like someone had started deconstructing the church for remodeling some time back, and then abandoned all hope.
I thought I heard something, so I stood still and listened. When nothing else came to my ears, I kept moving through the church. I found an altar that still seemed to be in tact at the back of the church, and I set to explore it, but was grabbed from behind! I didn’t even have time to react, my arms and legs were grabbed so quickly. I saw nothing but robed figures. They all wore dark red robes with large hoods that completely covered their faces. They tied me to the altar and started to rip my clothes from my body. Hands massaged over my skin, and I couldn’t hold back the revolted shudder. Their laughter filled my ears, even as I struggled to keep my breathing even and not show any signs of the emotional distress I was feeling.
They bound my hands tightly with some thin cord that cut into me, and I had to bite back the yelp at the yank they issued to make sure it was tight. I knew that my blood was no longer flowing to my hands. They did the same to my ankles, and I had to hold back another yelp of pain. By that point, I was so scared that I was actually trembling, but you’d have never known if they noticed it or not. They worked quickly and methodically.
A bowl and knife were brought out, and they started slicing into me at various points on my body – all of them over vital organs. I felt the blood slowly leaking out of my body from those points as the knife was inserted into my cunt. With a great thrust and then a twist, they managed to separate me from my uterus, and yanked it out. At that point, there was no holding back the screams as I slowly bled out onto the floor.Blasphemy sex

Snuff Sex Haunted House

snuff sexSnuff sex gets me wet. Halloween is the perfect time of year to snuff out folks too, especially little ones. I inherited an old house a decade ago. It was the scene of a brutal murder in the 50s. It belonged to my grandparents. It was their tenant who killed his wife and brats then himself one Halloween night in 1956. No one wanted to live in it after that, my grandparents let it go and I when I inherited I did nothing to the place because I use it for my carnage. On Halloween and the nights prior to it, I always hide in the house to catch the local brats that break in ghost hunting and to do drugs. Last night I knew the local boys and girls would be exploring old horror stories so I rigged the house  with lots of haunted delights. Once folks enter that house, they never leave. Either I kill them, or the house does. Last night a young teen couple broke in to fornicate. You would think the youth of America would know better than to fuck before marriage. Only virgins ever survive horror movies.

snuff porn I watched as the two dumb love birds started to make out on a rickety wood floor with dust inches thick. Spiders and other creepy crawlies were everywhere. I started some sound effects and watched them jump up in terror. Cloaked all in black so they couldn’t see me, I charged them with a knife. I went for the little whore first. Gutted her like a pig. Her loser boyfriend fled. Did nothing to help her. I would get him next. I know that house inside and out, he was not escaping me.  I took my time dismembering her tiny teen body and playing in her bloody entrails. I wanted a horrific crime scene befitting of the house’s spooky reputation. Once I had my snuff porn fun with the girl, I hunted the boy down. I heard him pleading for his life. Talking to the house I guess. I found him in the servant’s quarters down stairs with a sword through his body.  He was pinned to the wall like a squashed bug. I could hear the blood dripping out of him. Clearly, I was not alone. This house was really haunted.  Most folks would have run screaming, but not me. I got on my phone to look for a medium. I want to talk to my ghost accomplice.

Monks dark ritual

Blasphemy sexGasping and gagging on the blood running down her throat she struggled to breathe, only succeeding in pulling a mouthful of the still warm virgin’s blood into her lungs. The monks had selected her specially for this ritual. All she had thought was that she was going toa costume party. Fucking-A was she wrong. She now knew she was going to die here, in the basement of this old church. Oh why had she agreed to come to Rome!? All she had wanted was to go get drunk and fuck a bunch of hot foreign guys!

The monks believed that by filling her with the pure blood of the virgins, it would purify her own body, mingling with her carnal knowledge, making her a special sacrifice. 

Each of them took their turn, fucking the cunt they now believed to be holy, imparting that within themselves, even as she choked her last breaths of life, and the light slowly began to fade from her being. Before they started slicing through the fine veins of her pussy lips to get her to bleed out, sealing their ritual, she thought to herself, ” a set of blood-filled lungs, and a cum-filled pussy… fucking great vacation, bitch!”

Dead Sex

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I met a new guy in an online community for people with fetishes like ours. He loves that I am a mortician, as he enjoys playing with the dead too. I went to his house yesterday, and he showed me where he keeps his playthings in a big freezer, taking them out just long enough to play with. He had a man and a woman, and one they were given time to thaw some, we positioned them as if they were giving each other oral, in a 69 position. He wanted some of her ass, so he started fucking her backdoor while I watched and played with my pussy. It got me so fucking wet watching him pump in and out of her tight little hole. Once he was done, I jumped on top of the guy and rode his cock to a screaming O. I left pussy juice all over his permanent stiffy and my new friend couldn’t wait for his turn.

Bloody rave

Evil phone sexWhat a party!

I followed my friend to this dark alley, and when I saw the sign above the door being to a butcher’s place, I thought she was fucking with me. But I followed here anyway, through the old door, past the bloody tables and instruments, into the walk in freezer. “What the fuck, Jen?” I was getting suspicious. “Oh shut the fuck up, bitch we’re almost there!” She replies, and pushes open a hidden part of the wall. This leads us down a short, dark staircase. Immediately, my eyes stung adjusting to the flashing colored laser lights and blaring music. There was some sexy, death growling metal playing and the room was packed full of sexy hardbodies raving out. Soon, my friend has disappeared, and I could fucking care less. I’m dancing with this gorgeous guy who’s had his fingers in my pussy for a few minutes now, while I ground my barely covered, perfect ass into the from of his baggy, (well, they WERE baggy) black-with-chains pants. My pussy is so fucking horny, I need more. I grab his hand and walk him to the side of the room, lean in to his ear so he can hear me yell “Fuck me. hard. now.”

I didn’t need to ask twice. He pulls me against the wall, in a darker corner. He’s kissing me hard, drawing blood from my lip. His had viciously exploring my body, griping, raking scratches in my hot flesh with his unusually sharp nails. My cunt is flowing from the ecstasy I took and the excitement of fucking a total stranger in a room full of people. Soon, my excitement turned worrisome. His other hand came out from behind his waistband, holding a smaller hunting knife. My eyes grew big, taking in the sight of the blade, which reflected my scared face in the metal of it.   He slid it up the front of me, slicing my outfit off, leaving a long scratch from my cunt mound, to behind my ear. He uses the impossibly sharp blade to draw some sort of a symbol over my right breast, slides the blade back into it’s sheath at his back. He frees his rock hard cock, and pins me to the wall with his weight. He whispers in my ear “you’re my fucking whore now, little mouse.” and slams his cock into my tight cunt, making me explode with a hard, squirting orgasm. He fucked me hard and fast. I felt warm, wetness suddenly start pouring over me. I open my eyes over his shoulder. The fire sprinklers have turned on. But they’re not spraying water. Fuck, I think it’s blood!

Before I can find my fear, he sinks his teeth into the curve where my neck and shoulder join. He bites in deep. I scream uselessly into the noise. He’s got me completely helpless, his body pinning me down, his cock and teeth pressed into me, holding me. He’s fucking me like a wild, possessive animal in the bloody shower.

Everything starts going black…

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?