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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesWhat are your murder phone sex fantasies? With me as your accomplice, I bet I can make them seem so real that you cream your shorts. I am a sick bitch. I make the perfect accomplice because I have no remorse. I have no empathy and I have no fear. I do have caution, which you want. I know when, how and where to kill the intended victim. Victor needed help killing his ex-wife. She was draining him dry because she has all his dirty secrets in her head. He made the mistake of telling his one-time wife where all the bodies were buried, and she has been blackmailing him since. She is a trophy wife. Younger than him by 20 years. He knows now he should not have married her nor shared his dirty business secrets. He found me on a black ops site for underground killers. We discussed his case, decided on a price and then I planned her murder. I get off planning a kill. A lot goes into a murder for hire plan. The husband is always the first suspect, so he needed an airtight alibi and not a hint of a paper trail leading to a hit. Leave it to me. When it comes to killer phone sex, I am the best at what I do. I waited until he was out of town to execute her. I also waited until his brat was at a friend’s house. I made it look like a robbery and a sexual assault gone wrong. I fucked the little whore with my strap on but placed a rubber on it first so there would be no trace of rubber to suggest the killer was a woman. I wanted to disfigure her and sexually mutilate her, but that is a pattern of a personal kill, and that leads back to the ex-hubby. I strangled her with a man’s belt. I made sure it was a much bigger size than the husband, and not a designer brand that could be traceable to only a few select stores. Details matter when killing. I stole the jewelry, cash, and other valuables I could find. Left no DNA because I never do. I am as good if not better than Dexter Morgan. It has been a month since I killed his problem, and no arrest or even a lead yet. My client’s secrets died with his bitch ex-wife.  Who can we kill together?

Birth Of A Legend

Goth teen phone sex

 

My transformation from a born victim to a self made serial killer didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t just some goth teen who decided she wanted to take the extra step and live up to her fabricated persona, I was a tortured young one who was fed up with the unending onslaught of abuse my fragile form was forced to endure.  So I transformed myself into an unyielding creature of the night with a merciless mind and a hungry body.  I’m not just talking about hair dye and a new wardrobe with an attitude to match.  I reconstructed my very being to make certain that I would never be hurt again.

Let me paint a picture for you…  One cold night in late fall, a frail and frightened little girl awoke in her broken down shed of a prison just like she did every night, shackled to an old army cot coated in a thick crust of dried blood and cum with a random cock forcefully fucking the dreams out of her head and bringing her to full, nightmarish consciousness.  Only this night it wasn’t her father or any of his sleazebag friends violating her already torn and swollen vagina with their fucked up torture sex games, it was her little brother.  He had finally built up the balls to take her on his own without Pop there to supervise.  She tried to stop him but he slapped her and said “Shut up, Heather!” as he sharply pushed himself inside of her deeper and harder.

When his arrogance got the best of him he unstrapped her and positioned her on her hands and knees, then held onto her head and started choking her with his cock.  He loved to hear her gag and wasn’t going to dislodge his dick from her windpipe until he was finished, and that’s when she decided to act.  With a simple chomp, Heather bit her brother’s boner right off and started chewing on it.  He recoiled in pain as she smiled at him, gnashing his wrecked rod between her teeth and telling him how good it tasted.  With a well placed stomp to the face he was out, a few more to the head and Heather’s brother ended his life with a crushed skull and a missing prick.

She threw a few things into a bag and quickly made her way out of the shed and into the woods.  Heather ran like she had never run before, not stopping until her legs gave out from underneath her.  The little girl pulled the only arsenal she had out of her bag, some salt, a few candles and her grimoire.  As she lit the torches and drew a pentagram on the ground beneath her with the salt, she recited what she thought was a protection spell.  It may have been, but the type of protection she received changed her forever.  Protection by way of transmogrification.

As she knelt on the ground chanting, something from the forest entered her.  Something dark, sinister and safe.  She emerged from those woods a new woman.  Heather was long gone and so were every one of her weaknesses.  All that remained in that “goth teen” was Willow and her sadistic strength.

 

I Love Taboo Phone Sex

taboo phone sexI love taboo phone sex! The kinkier, the dirtier, the better. I love being a fuck toy for guys, and I love submitting to their sexual demands. I’m a girl that will try any and everything to help you and I both to achieve the most satisfying orgasm. I love the way cum taste and will drink every drop until your balls are no longer full. I’m gonna suck and fuck you until your’re completely drained. You won’t be able to resist with my big tits and tight wet pussy and when it comes to restrictions, there aren’t any. Anything goes with Layla! So let’s get wild, kinky, and let’s cum together! I promise it will be the experience of a lifetime!

Killer Fantasies

necrophilia phone sex

Sometimes when I get calls, you guys aren’t exactly sure what you’re in the mood for, but you want something really kinky. I always love necrophilia phone sex role plays. I had an idea for a role play the other day and I think it’ll be really fucking hot.  We meet on a dating app and bond over our mutual love of true crime. After having dinner for the first time, I end up back at your place to watch the latest crime documentary. Of course, we end up making out and things start getting pretty spicy.

As you’re eating my pussy, you raise your head up and tell me to talk to you about me being a dead body and you coming back to where you dumped me to go down on me. Licking my dead cunt would make your dick really hard, wouldn’t it baby? And then you’d have to put my ankles on your shoulders and slide that hard cock deep inside me. I bet you’d be so excited that it wouldn’t take you very long to cum. But that’s okay because once I’m dead, I’m not the kind of partner who will tell you no when you’re ready to fuck again. 

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy

Killer phone sex fantasies are my bread and butter. Every day, some one wants to snuff out his slutty mommy whore. I am the obvious choice on this site for milf snuff fantasies. I am mature. I am a mommy. And I am a whore. When he told me his rape fantasy for his mother, I got wet. Wetter than I have been in a long time. Unlike my boys, Ted never got to bang his mother. She banged everyone else but him, his friends included. She laughed at her son once when she caught him jacking off with her panties. She told him he was better suited to wear her panties than to cum in them. She told her own son he was a sissy boy with a clit stick and would never fuck her. Of course, he is going to have rape phone sex fantasies for his mother after that. He watched her fuck his friends and grew angrier by the day. He is in his thirties now, but still has that fantasy for mommy, so I told him I was game to explore it with him. It was a darker mommy rape fantasy than I usually get. Mommy was in the kitchen cooking when her son came home. Still a horny teen boy, he hugged his mommy, and she felt his hard cock pressing against her. She laughed, called him a pervert and sent him to his room. His rage snapped and he choked her. Choked her so hard that he killed her. Mommy’s lifeless body was on the kitchen floor. Now was his chance to fuck her. As her lifeless body was laying on the floor, he fucked her dead holes. She was dead, but her cunt and ass were still warm. He ravaged her dead cunt, cumming inside her. He panicked. His DNA was all over his cock teasing mommy. He grabbed a shovel, shoved her body in the car and buried her in a field. It was a hot and dark roleplay phone sex fantasy.

Held captive part 1

Kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex is what I seek out. There are many reasons why I feel this way. I was fresh out of high school and in the world of the coed living. College life is an expensive experience, especially if you aren’t sure about that commitment. I solely believe that I had to outdo my family and break the curses of not finishing schooling. I would do anything to prove I was capable, As most college student expenses were adding up, and I had to come up with a secure plan to make some serious cash flow.

I kept hearing about this sugar baby experience site. I thought with a bit of guidance and practice, and I too could benefit from having an older man pay for my expenses. I set up a profile and began to answer the questionnaire. At this point, I was half a virgin, Meaning I still considered myself pure even though I was one for some Christian academy sex. I was a complete anal whore, but I still had my cherry. My asshole kept getting beatings throughout the summers thru high school. 

When your father is a small-minded pastor, you have to keep up appearances. I gathered my thoughts and went into a rabbit hole of memories. So many men would take advantage of me. I kept saying yes because I needed that validation. I’m also all for getting praised and then taking advantage of it.

When I got matched, I had endless butterflies. I could feel the excitement take over, and I began to fantasize about all the experiences I’d be able to gain. The man who would pursue me would end up being the complete nightmare; I had no idea what  I would experience, but  I  was going to learn it would be the catalyst to all the nasty phone sex  I  now have.evil phone sex

Porn valley

killer phone sex

When I joined the porn scene and moved to porn valley, I had high hopes of becoming the next Alexis texas. Sure I wasn’t half as good-looking as lex for tex, but I had grit. I had a character full of life and had the stars in my eyes. It shined so bright the thought of me becoming a porn girl. I made plenty of connections and put myself thru a grueling workout plan and eating plan. All I could ever aspire to be was to become the best fuck slut and get plenty of avns for my efforts. The callbacks became slim to none. I wasn’t getting any part I thought I’d get. Instead, I became quite the girl for snuff. At first, I was a little disappointed, but once I saw how many people thought about having killer phone sex with me and how much they wanted to bash my skull, I felt pretty infamous. Famous for something terrible, which in terms of porn is pretty standard. It made my heart melt to know so many people were masturbating to the thought of me being fucked to death. Call cynical, but it seems I’m a pretty big deal after all, and that’s not too shabby.

Ethical Hunting

Cannibalism phone sex

He knows all about the vices a man needs when he wants to be eaten. Cannibalism phone sex has a gold standard for me. Men who want to be my feast are what I seek. It is ethical hunting in its purest form!  I’m sure PETA won’t have anything to say when your meat source begs to be eaten! I even have a nice blue meat stamp that says Grade a long pig Femme Association of Cannibalism so that I can stamp my products of consumption.  Conned by me into a red room of sexual delight, or so he thought. That drink made him fuzzy and not thinking straight when I led him to my house of pain and pleasure (for me). Strapped to my metal table I began by rubbing seasoned oil and spices all over my long pig. He seems to be happy about this so I decide to liven my human pork belly up by filleting a piece of his stomach off and throwing it into the vat of oil beside us. It crisps up so nicely and I enjoy it with the screams of my victim as ambience. Slowly devouring my victim and ending with his cock and balls as the stump of flesh left with be the moist and savory delicacy I have ever had the pleasure of ingesting!  

Can I castrate and eat your body? 

As if you had any choice! 

But it is so sexy when you offer up your body for my nutrients!

bloody phone sex

 

Anal Slut

ass rape pornBeing an Anal slut is my specialty! I love being fucked in my ass by big juicy cocks! I take a hit of my pipe and you can fuck me all day and night! The high that the crack gives me makes my pussy wet and my ass opens up for you so you can go as deep as you like! I really like when the guy takes a hit and blows the smoke in my ass before he fucks me. That gets me really excited and makes the orgasm more intense for the both of us.
I want it in every position but my favorite two is doggy style, and being laid on my back with my legs on your shoulders while you plunge your cock in and out of my hole, and when you’re about to cum, I want you to take it out of my ass and shoot your load all over it.

A Strangulation You’ll Never Remember

Strangulation phone sex

 

“The fifth back alley strangulation in as many months.  Authorities have no leads and aren’t sure if the crimes are connected.”  I love that last line.  Those chumps are fucking clueless, of course they’re connected!  And until they get their heads out of each other’s asses and start doing some real detective work, they’ll never figure out that the unknown connection they’re looking for is me.

Want to know my secret?  Let’s just say that no one can withstand the Devil’s Breath.  A little whiff is all it takes to make a slave out of any unsuspecting soul and once I have them in a most impressionable state, I make them do whatever I want.  I might have them stalk a group of drunk party chicks all night long just to make them feel real uncomfortable, or maybe even kidnap those dumb cunts to lock up in my basement for an extended blood and cum filled stay at my place.  Whatever my malicious mind can manifest those zombified zonks will make happen without a second thought.  Without any thought at all, actually.

So getting my gory golem to choke the life out of whatever random victim I choose is as easy as finding a mark and waiting for just the right moment to lure them into a dark alley.  They never suspect that the darling blonde with the charming smile who just “accidentally” bumped into them and spilled their drink or knocked their phone out of their hand had been orchestrating their final demise in the moments before our “spontaneous” meeting.

The expressions on their faces in the final seconds of their existence are pure bliss.  Fear, confusion, panic then resignation is usually how it goes, but my absolute favorite is the look of realization that spreads across their face right after those drugged digits wrap around their throats and start squeezing with all of their strength.  The moment they know they’ve just fallen into my twisted trap and are about to die, the look they give me is worth more than all of the gold in the world.

When I’m satisfied with my dirty work I tell the clueless killer to fuck off and go get drunk at a biker bar across town.  If I’m lucky, once they step foot in there no one will ever see them again.  It doesn’t matter to me either way.  Using Devil’s Breath is the perfect way to execute my sneaky scheme to stifle all of the stupid life I can while I exist in this realm.  Those cops will never catch me.  I mean, do you really think I’ve only done it five times?