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Murder phone sex Fantasies make Marley so hot!

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies make Marley so hot now! I never thought I could love anything like this. My Master was a cruel and sinister man who scared me in ways I never thought possible. He trained me to feel pleasure in ways I had never imagined. He quietly manipulated my mind and body to accept the unthinkable. I guess he thought it was his personal mission to redefine what was “acceptable” and “normal”. Now the new normal is the feeling of ice cold skin in between my legs, the vacant stare while I ride the meat. When my Master started training me to engage in Necrophilia phone sex, I was repulsed by the thought. How could anyone enjoy something so grotesque and twisted? But what choice did I have? My Master was a very powerful man, and I had no power to resist his wishes.

At first, the thought of touching and being intimate with dead bodies terrified me. It felt unnatural and perverse. But, I soon began to find pleasure in this new lifestyle. It was like my Master had unlocked something deep within me, something that was hidden and rarely made itself known. I wanted to please him and so I did.

As I began to explore more deeply, I started to see beauty in the macabre. I felt a strange, dark connection to death as I craved further the pleasure my Master offered me with the dead. I began to understand why the act of necrophilia enticed and excited me.

Sometimes I dread what I’m becoming. I question my sanity and my sense of morality. When my Master looks at me with those icy blue eyes, I can almost feel evil radiating from them. What would he do, I sometimes wonder, if I no longer pleased him? What kind of monster has he created? But I know I must stay dutiful, for the pleasure and safety of both of us and enjoy Sex with dead bodies.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm. Before you deny it you know you have come for the pain. You like the stories of pain. Taking a whip to the behind of some young thing. Drawing the blood. Smell it. Tell me you don’t like it.

            There is no way you can tell me that you don’t like the pain. Punishing someone. Put their head (pick one or both) in a vice grip and cranking it until you see them bulging. Gasping, crying out in pain. Look at how hard your cock is getting. Now fantasize about fucking on top of them as they writhe in agony. Me squirting on you. Not being able to control myself with the need. Driving me to commit another atrocity so that I may get even wetter.

            You being my dupe. My accomplice in all I plan and do. Tying the up. Cuffing, whipping, spanking, you know you are behind me in all I do. Now do as your told and cum all over that crying little bitch.Fantasy phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex Line Means I am Not Your Girlfriend

snuff phone sexThis is a snuff phone sex line. Learn to read, losers. If you want the girlfriend experience, you are not on the right site. I come with a warning label that says, “Does Not Play Well with Others.” It’s true too. I am not the GFE type. Personally, I do not understand coupling or dating. I prefer to be a loner.

Even in my personal life, I do not want a boyfriend. I am a black widow. Men annoy me. People annoy me. The world annoys me. And my threshold for stupidity is low. I snap and kill. But I do not kill in the heat of the moment. That is how folks end up in prison. Like the character Dexter, I had a mentor. My grandpa. He taught me about finding a surrogate for my anger to kill. Or waiting patiently for the right moment to kill my object of hate.

Thanks to him I am a stone-cold killer phone sex bitch. He too was a killer. Perhaps, the killer gene skips a generation because my father was a simp. He couldn’t kill a bug to save his life. However his daughter on the other hand? Well, I could kill anyone. And grandpa saw the potential in me. He turned me into the perfect killing machine.

I am Not Your Girlfriend. I am Your Accomplice or Your Murderer

When I got into dark phone sex it was only because I needed a job. The does not play well with others complicated my ability to work in an office or a store. But now I do murder for hire also. That’s my bread and butter, but for you man who cannot kill for real or make your rape fantasies a reality, I am here for you still. I like to think that my brand of accomplice phone sex inspires men to do very bad things.

If you call me, you are my victim or my accomplice. There will never be any grey area in between. I am not your girlfriend. And I am not looking for romance or sex. I am looking for a bloody good time. And that can be from me cutting off your dick or us force fucking and destroying some little angel. Which are you game for today?

Killer Phone Sex Calls Leave Me Feeling Like It Really Happened

killer phone sexKiller phone sex calls leave me dead or most times wishing I was dead. I am an anything goes woman.  And I do mean anything including extreme torture and snuff. Billy calls me at least once a month. And I thank the powers that be it is not weekly. I know it is fantasy when a guy calls me for snuff, but he loves detailed, slow torture sessions.

Last night, I lost my limbs. But he only took a little at a time. Billy and I go back to when I first started phone sex. I reminded him of his whore mother. And he hated his mother. If you guys try to call me and I am tied up for hours, it is like Billy taking his sweet time dismembering me.

It started with a toe. Then it was a finger. And back and forth until he cut off all my fingers and toes. Just my toes and fingers were enough torture sex for me. But Billy had only just begun to enjoy our time together. He enjoys the pain and torment. The longer he can prolong both, the harder his cock gets. I cry, plead and beg for him to stop, but that only turns him on more.

Some Men Love to Prolong the Pain and Torture

He took my ears and my tongue too which was a first. Why? To prove that I am both deaf and dumb. I cried on the phone. I got so fucked up on coke that it seemed like I could feel that kind of brutal pain. Once he removed my ears and my tongue, I could not prepare myself for the pain that came next. I am a seasoned pain slut, but he used a chainsaw on my legs and arms.

And he started hacking off small parts of the limbs first. He did not just take the limb off in one motion. Not his style. He enjoys prolonging the misery. And he did. I am sure in real like he makes real snuff porn. The man seems too sadistic and too knowledgeable about dismemberment for this all to be fantasy.

Snuff Phone Sex for November, or As I Call it, Snuffember

snuff phone sexSnuff Phone Sex November arrived yesterday. And I am so happy. I love snuffember. But let me be honest here. I do not need an excuse to snuff someone. Every month has a theme of death and torture for me. Sorry. Not sorry. It is who I am. I love to create havoc and chaos.

And I love to kill. Last night I worked late, but my callers filled me with both rage and inspiration which is a perfect combination for a sadistic bitch like me. Some callers inspire me with their wickedly delicious minds for torture. And some annoy the fuck out of me because they expect me to fuck them or be their girlfriend. I am not GFE material.

Anyway, I felt the need to pull an all nighter. The freaks do come out at night. And I found one that deserved snuff sex. I watched this loser try to attack women in the park. He attempted to take advantage of drunk girls. That is not hard, but he kept fucking it up. So, I let him think I was a drunk girl cutting through the park to get home.

Every Month is Snuffember with Me

He proved to be much easier to subdue than expected. Sort of disappointed me because I like a challenge. One punch and I knocked him out. And I do punch like a girl too. I put him in my trunk and took him to my kill cabin. That was a long drive at 3 in the morning. But once I arrived at my kill shack the magic happened.

With just the glow of a candle, my kill shack looks spooky. And he felt fear. I could smell it. That smell is my aphrodisiac. I told him happy snuffember before I sunk my knife into his soft belly. I gave it a few twists before I pulled it out and let his entrails spill on my floor. Although it was a quick kill, it felt satisfying. Once less predator on the prowl.  Since I got sleepy, I just tossed his entire carcass out back for the animals. Usually, I cut the meat up for my furry accomplices, but not when I feel sleepy.

After a nap, I came back to my kill shack to clean up the mess, and I did not find even a bone. Not sure if it was a bear, coyotes or the hole damn forest that consumed my evidence, but I was happy. Nature is the ultimate accomplice phone sex partner.

Cannibalism phone sex let’s cum and dine together.

        Cannibalism phone sex let’s cum and dine together. First thing we need to do is fine the perfect victim for us to consume. Of course, she will need to be fresh. I will gladly find someone that makes your cock stand up.  We start with a twitch and parading a few more by you. Among your choices are blonde, brunette, red head, or black. I have a scintillating idea and that is you have a meal of all of them.

        Second item we need to know is if you would like me to make it a clean kill. Perhaps make it super gory. When you have me as your accomplice in phone sex you will get every minute detail. Now start sCannibalism phone sextroking your cock, cooking up our victim until at long last we are able to dine on the corpse. Fuck at the dinner table.

Eating your victim is only the beginning.

        Among our list of activities, it must be remembered that the dinning is to be savored but we have many more victims standing in line waiting to be used and abused. Opening the next victims’ mouth for you, shoving your cock all the way down her fucking throat. Make her gag to death on your cock never letting up until her larynx closes around you. Squeezing shut around you harder than any pussy ever could. It’s the after-death convulsion.

       You need to really want to feel that cock of yours get squeezed. Once the after-death convulsion and we are dinning on one victim. We will have necrophilia phone sex until you cum in that pussy. I will help you pump into her as her body enters rigor mortis before I prepare her for your breakfast.

        It must be remembered waste not want not.

Snuff Phone Sex Fight Club

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex keeps life interesting. Men’s sexual fantasies range from the vanilla to the sick. But no judgment from me. Men pay me for all sorts of things. Sometimes I am the victim. Other times I am the accomplice. And sometimes which I am depends on me. I met a man with an interesting fetish at the strip club last month.

He got the VIP room for me, and another stripper named Hailey. And he did not ask about our standard menu items. He did not want a hand job or a blow job. Hell, he did not even want to fuck us. He paid to watch us wrestle each other. We looked at that as easy money. But over the weekend, he wanted to meet us outside the club. He still wanted us to wrestle with each other. However, he upped the ante. He wanted a death match.

When It Comes to Fighting I am Scrappy

Whichever one of us survived won the cash prize. I think it is obvious who won fight club. I adored Haily, but that much cash on the line brought out my killer phone sex spirit. Brought out hers too. But my spirit won out. At first, we thought he might be joking. Like he pulled a Halloween prank on us or something. Once we realized our kinky patron meant to kill us both if we did not embark on a death match, we fought tooth and nail.

I thought I would die. Hailey stood over me by a foot. Plus, she appeared stronger than me too. But I am scrappy. I learned to fight nasty to survive as a young girl. I pushed my fingers into Haily’s eyes blinding her. Once I pulled that move, I had the upper hand. And I already broke the cardinal rule of fight club. I talked about fight club. I will save the details of Haily’s brutal demise for a call. But understand she put up one hell of a fight.

Since I won the battle royale, this rich patron wants to make me the head of his girl fight club. I guess now, I am the queen of violent phone sex fantasies. I told you I was scrappy.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Halloween Are Hot for Us Both

rape phone sex fantasiesHalloween brings out the rape phone sex fantasies men harbor for young girls. Teenagers and even younger girls dress up like little sluts and drive men crazy. And I step in to help men act on the natural impulses for these young little sluts. On Halloween, age does not matter because all females get a hall pass from the slut shaming.

However, they do not get a hall pass from fucking. You go out dressed like a Barbie bimbo, you will get fucked like one too. Hunter hired me to scout a young little princess for him. He wanted a Halloween rape fantasy a week early. Since he paid me, I took him hunting with me. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch with no love for young girls. So, happy hunting we went.

We went to the mall and scouted out some potential talent for him. And we found one almost immediately. She appeared alone and lonely. I have an eye for talent. I can spot the vulnerable girls a mile away and lure them to their final resting spot easily. Hunter seemed pleased with our selection. We drove her to my kill shack, and she never fought, screamed or even questioned the road trip. Told you I had an eye for the easiest targets.

sadistic phone sexHunter switched gears once we entered my kill shack. He could no longer pretend to be a nice guy. Not around such tiny little fuck meat. Even though I am always prepared to assist, he did not need my help. His dick grew several inches once he ripped her clothes off. I thought he might pace himself. But he pounced on her like a tiger on its prey, destroying her limb by limb.

I Love Hunting Brats

She did not live long enough to be his ass rape porn star. Although he fucked all her holes, I suspect she stopped breathing before he got to her ass. He had a lot of pent up sexual frustration over little cock teases. But his actions did not scare me or repulse me. I believe little whores are here for men like Hunter and you to destroy.

Knife Play Phone Sex Requires Skill and a Love for Human Suffering

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex takes skill. Why shoot your victim when you can carve them up with your knife. A knife not only takes skill to use, but it also serves as a versatile weapon. I use my knife to stab victims. But I can torture with a knife. Most guns kill quickly. Bleeding out or being dissected like a frog causes optimal pain. And that most often is my goal.

Charlie loves pain. He hired me to castrate him. Although he recognized that his cock appeared worthless to most women, he lacked the courage to castrate himself. But Charlie tried to renege on our arrangement. And when I said I do not offer refunds for losers with cold feet, he tried to fight me. And he lost the fight. However, I would say my knife won that battle. One jab to the side rendered him less feisty, LOL.

I knew where to stab him to disable him but not kill him. Oh, he would be a snuff sex victim, but I wanted to prolong his pain and suffering. Those two things combined equal an aphrodisiac for me. Suddenly, he looked like a shadow of himself. What did he expect? He hired me to take his junk, then he tried to fight me over money. Do I look like the kind of woman who takes that kind of shit? No, I do not would be the only answer to that question.

My Knife is My Best Friend and I Love to Use My Friends

Charlie might be bear shit right now, but it took him 23 hours to die. I set the timer so I would know how long I prolonged his death. I cut his cock off first. His balls too. I mean he did pay me for a service. Although he paid for the castration, the torture sex I gave him for free. He deserved it. I dissected him like a frog in biology class. Even took out his organ meat. High protein food.

Charlies’ death needs to serve as a reminder to everyone not to renege on an agreement or fight me. You will not win. In fact, you will die.

Torture sex on a killer phone sex call

torture sexMy dark side comes out a lot and especially with my love for torture sex.  I love pushing boundaries especially when it comes to pain I endure during my sexual encounters. The more pain, the wetter my cunt gets.  I love a dominant man who will hit me, punch me, choke me, smother me, strangle me, whip me, and do some awful things to my body. My evil phone sex calls get dark fast as I describe what I would do to someone else while my callers watch.

I love hurting their other lovers or wives.  Kidnapping them and making them watch me fuck the shit out of their husbands hard throbbing cocks.  All while tied up to a bed or chair.  Gagging them with their own panties or maybe even mine as they watch us engage in the wildest most amazing sex.  I especially love sucking their husbands cocks right over their faces so my spit falls down on their mouth as I lick, suck and salivate over those delicious cocks that these pathetic women have been neglecting.

They are the ones that deservce to be tortured and have torture phone sex as they have been neglecting their masters beautiful innocent cocks that just want a pussy to go in to relieve that built up cum every once and awhile. I mean, is exploding in your pussy so much to ask bitch?  That’s all we are asking and these whores act all prude toward the very cock that they should be on their knees worshiping for even putting up with their pathetic asses.  I love ramming a dildo in one of these bitches and violenetly fucking that cunts ass that won’t let their man stick their cocks in their ass like they are too good for a good fuck in the shitter hole.  Fuck off,  I’ll fuck your ass until you like it, I guarantee you that whore!