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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Run Amuck in a Tech Savvy World

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies run amuck in times like these. I blame social media and smart phones. In this sort of instant world, we have created with everything at our fingertips and a Siri question away, no one has patience anymore. Also, some folks feel emblazoned to say whatever the fuck they want in a text or a comment. They falsely think there will be no repercussions if they do not say what they think to your face.

Not me. This sadistic bitch makes a note of everyone who offends me, and I get my revenge eventually. I have exchanged blows with this one tool for almost a year in a mutual group we belong to. However, he does not live near me. So, I was not sure if my killer phone sex fantasies would ever come true. But dreams do come true when you are patient.

I stalk his social media pages looking for trips he takes for work. And finally, he was nearby. About three hours away. Dumbass posted where he was staying and all his favorite bars and places to eat. Social media makes it easy to stalk your prey. Since he has no clue what I look like or even my real name, it was easy to trap him. I just acted like a woman who wanted to fuck him. Most men let the thought of sex rule their brains over common sense.

Venus Always Gets to Kill Her Man Eventually

I disguised my looks, and when we were back in his hotel room, I gave him a shot of Fentanyl. Just a little bit to subdue him and prevent him from screaming when I carved him up. I do not often kill anywhere but my kill shack, so I had to plan this out carefully, so I did not get caught. But I am a good planner. I knew where the cameras were in the hotel ahead of time, so I could hide my face from them.

Castration phone sex in a hotel room is never ideal, but this bully of a man needed a lesson learned. And since he lives on the opposite coast, I did not have any other choice but to do it this way. I guess he is a lightweight because he never woke up. I did still cut off his cock and his balls, but I did not gut him like a pig. Too much of a risk I would cut myself in the process and leave some DNA behind.

When you take a man’s family jewels the kill looks personal. So, they look at ex-girlfriends first. I have no connection to this loser. I traveled 3 hours to kill him. And I disguised myself. He did die. Not sure if it was from shock and blood loss or from the Fentanyl. But I do not care. He is dead. This marked the first time I killed a man and left the body behind. Normally I get rid of all the evidence. But the loser is dead, and I can rejoice. Now, to work on the other assholes who made my naughty list. Perhaps, you are on my list.

Gangbang rape porn gets my pussy gushing baby!

Gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn gets my pussy gushing baby! I want to tell you all about the taboo desires that run through my veins. I crave the thrill of danger and the ultimate rush of pleasure that comes with pushing boundaries and breaking the rules.

Do you want to know my ultimate fantasy? It’s a gangbang rape scene that ends in my brutal murder. The thought of being violated and taken against my will by a group of horny men as they use and abuse my body, it gets my pussy gushing baby. The thought of being strangled and feeling the last breath leave my body as I am pleasured to the brink of insanity, it’s a rush like no other.

And let me tell you, I have a Master who loves it just as much as I do. He encourages and guides me in my dark desires, giving me the freedom to explore every twisted thought that crosses my mind. One of our favorite things to do together is Bloody phone sex. The feeling of warm, sticky blood covering our bodies as we fuck and indulge in our murderous fantasies, it’s an ecstasy that cannot be replicated. I love when my master uses hot blood for lube, shoving his thick cock deep in my holes.

But enough about me, I want to know about you. What are your deepest, darkest desires? Do you long to unleash your inner killer and fulfill your wildest fantasies? Do you crave the taboo and the forbidden? If so, then I am the girl for you. Let’s explore our twisted desires together and create our own twisted version of heaven on earth.

So come on, give me a call for some hot Killer phone sex. Let’s indulge in our darkest fantasies and create a bond that can only be forged through our mutual love for chaos and danger. I promise you won’t regret it, in fact, I have a feeling you’ll become addicted to the rush just like me. Don’t be shy, let your inner killer come out to play with Marley, the hardcore snuff slut.

 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies when shared are hotter.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Murder Phone Sex Fantasies when shared are hotter. As long as you are right beside me or I, you then together we will be making beautiful music together. Side by side. Taking on the world. Playing our fantasies out. Cum on those bodies. Cum on the corpse bride or groom. Make it both and we will have a real party.

That would be an awesome fantasy. Take the place of the bride and groom. No intention of being wed. Not in the least. From time to time it is fun to play with the corpse one them. Plan it out. Inject them with something that is slow but will eventually do them in on the big day making it all the bigger.

Put it in the meal and they will be the main course of murder most foul. It must be remembered that sidekick or Accomplice phone sex is always a thrill. Obviously detail orientated is very important. Wouldn’t want to get caught like so many serial killers in the past. This won’t do at all. In the end as long as we are dripping in cum that is the most important of all.  

Knife Play Phone Sex Intoxicates Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex, I think, is best enjoyed on snowy days. I love the look of blood on white snow. Such a stark contrast and that arouses me. Everything about blood arouses me though. The look, the taste, the feel, the smell… So, when we got our first official snow, I knew I had to hunt. I can always find some prick out at a bar despite the weather. Guys go for Goth chicks. But I am not the typical chick.

I went into my favorite Goth bar last night, and like a moth to a flame, Troy walked up to me with some cheesy pick-up line, and I knew he was my next victim. We had some drinks together. I acted interested in his boring life. Everything about Troy annoyed the fuck out of me. So, I knew he would be my next bloody phone sex victim. And I wanted to do it in the snow too. I love the look of fresh snow covered in blood.

The Look of Blood in the Snow Intoxicates Me

When I suggested we leave, he asked me to pay half the bill. What a loser. He asked me if I wanted something to drink. Even had the waiter put it on his tab. Then when he closes out his tab, he asks me to pay for my drinks. Yeah, this loser would lose his balls tonight I told myself. And he did. But he put up a fight. I thought for a moment he might get the better of me, but then I zapped his balls with a stun gun, and he fell to the floor with a thud. I had him in my kill shack off the beaten path.

Once he fell to the ground, I could take him out easier. I dragged his body into the snow, pulled his pants off and castrated him. First, I took his nuts. I mean I do love castration phone sex for a reason. But he did not bleed enough for my tastes. The cold slows blood flow. So, I decided to take his dick too.

No Loser Deserves to Keep His Balls

I knew the smell of fresh blood would draw out nature’s accomplices. Before long, I had an audience of bears, coyotes and wolves. Even a few birds came out too. In the snow, it is harder for them to find food. So, I like to help them eat. When I chopped his dick off blood splattered everywhere.

I made a small cut on his femoral artery too. I stepped away from him and the animals knew that was their cue to eat. And I watched as they ate him alive. He would not have lived long bleeding like that anyway. So, in a way my furry accomplices just helped put an end to his pain quicker. I knew I would find a loser out in this snowy mess last night. Another loser bites the dust. Who is next?

Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!  I know you’re probably salivating at the thought of getting your hands on me, but let me tell you, I am not your typical slut. I love it rough, I love it dirty, and I love it dangerous. 

There’s just something about the feeling of cold steel against my skin that gets me dripping wet. Go ahead, take that sharp blade and run it down my body. From the top of my head, all the way down to my toes. I want to feel every inch of it on my skin. And when you reach my pussy, I want you to press it against my clit and watch as I writhe in pleasure. Trust me, this little slut can handle it.

But that’s not all, baby. We can take it to the next level and indulge in some medical fetish phone sex. I’m talking about playing doctor and patient, but with a twist. I’ll be your willing patient while you, my twisted doctor, perform all sorts of kinky procedures on me. I’ll be your canvas, your playground, your willing victim. Your cock will take my temperature deep in my ass!

 I know it may sound sick and twisted to some, but to me, it’s the ultimate rush. The thought of being taken away by someone’s hands, to be used and disposed of like a piece of trash, it just gets my pussy pulsing. And who better to fulfill this fantasy than a dirty little snuff slut like me?

So come on, baby, give me a call and let’s indulge in our deepest, darkest and most depraved desires. I promise to be your willing accomplice in any sick and twisted scenario you can think of. I’ll be your dirty little plaything, your living sex doll, your ultimate fantasy. And together, we can explore the depths of our twisted minds and make all our wildest dreams come true. Are you ready to get dirty with me? Dial my number and let’s get down and dirty.

 

Torture sex will get your cock so fucking hard!

Torture sex

Torture sex will get your cock so fucking hard! I have always been drawn to the dark and twisted side of things. The thought of torturing someone and taking their life turns me on like nothing else. And when my master presented me with the opportunity to be his submissive snuff slut, I could not resist. I was eager to fulfill any and all of his desires.

I do whatever my master asks of me without hesitation, and I take great pleasure in it. One of my duties as his submissive is to pick out the freshest meat for him. And let me tell you, it’s not an easy task. I have to scout for the perfect victim, someone who is young, innocent, and full of life. My master loves nothing more than the taste of young flesh, and I make it my mission to provide him with his favorite delicacy.

And once we have our victim, the real fun begins. My master hangs the meat on the hook and I get to work. I take my time, savoring every moment as I stab and slice the body, creating more fuck holes for my master to enjoy. I am his willing instrument of pleasure, and I love every second of it.

There is nothing more exhilarating than witnessing my master filling those holes with his thick cum as they take their last breath. The feeling of their lifeless skin against mine, the way their body responds to my touch, it’s an experience like no other. And let me tell you, it does wonders for my libido. I get wetter and hornier with each passing moment, and my master knows exactly how to exploit that.

So let’s get wild and have fun, my fellow snuff enthusiasts. Let’s not be afraid to embrace our desires and indulge in the pleasure of snuff sex. After all, nothing will get your cock harder and make you cum more than the thought of having sex with a dead body. And for me, as a dirty submissive snuff slut, there is no greater satisfaction than pleasing my master and fulfilling his darkest fantasies.

Layla is the Perfect Victim of Home Invasion Phone Sex

I’m Terrified of Home Invasion Phone Sex

Violent home invasion phone sex is haunting my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat, naked and bruised. My tits, ass, and stomach are sore and raw. Panic sets in before I slowly try to remember what’s happening. I realize there is a chain around my ankle. The door to the basement I was locked in flies open, light flooding in behind a menacing figure. I suddenly remembered what happened. You broke into my home and held me at gun point. You stripped my clothes off of me and forced me to serve your cock. Then you beat me and locked me here in my basement.

home invasion phone sex

Bloody Phone Sex Whore Bleeds for Torture Sex

I’m now nothing more than a bloody phone sex toy for you to force your dick in whenever you please. Today you’ve gotten bored of beating me up and force fucking my holes. You have the perfect idea to torture your broken play thing. As you get closer I can see the light reflect off of something in your hand. A knife? No, it couldn’t be…right? Once you’re right in front of me, there’s no denying it, it’s a kitchen knife, and it’s sharp. You who’s off the blade and then shove it deep into my slutty titmeat. My ribs crack and my screams echo in the basement. 

You dig out a chunk of my flesh and rub it on your cock like the sick bastard you are. You coat your cock in my blood to use as lube to force-fuck my bruised pussy. With every thrust I get another stab wound. In my tits, stomach and thighs. I’m barely hanging on. The pain and blood loss are making me faint. And once you’re ready to shoot your load deep in my womb, you finish the deed, slitting my throat and snuffing me out as you pump me full of jizz. I’m just another victim of your sick torture sex. 

Knife Play Phone Sex Competition Challenges Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex holds a special place in my heart. I love my massive knife collection. Since I was a young girl, I’ve had a fascination with sharp objects. Most of my collection I inherited from my grandfather. I was his protégé. And his DNA pounds through my veins. I know he is proud of me.

 In fact, I was the sole heir when he died. He bequeathed me all his torture equipment, knifes, his kill shack and several decades of kill diaries. My grandpa might have been one of the most prolific serial killers never to be caught. He never got apprehended because no one knew who he was or what he was doing. Police never connected the dots, so they never knew a serial killer existed.

However, I am out to break his killer phone sex record. And I know I can do it because I am not even 40 yet and I am more than halfway at his final kill tally. Many more years for me to break his record. And my end of the year killing spree will tip me closer to my grandpa’s kill number. This time of year brings out my rage. But I am not an impulse killer. Not anymore. Impulsivity lands you in jail. My grandpa covered up my schoolgirl impulse kill. And he took me under his wing. He saw something in me. He saw himself in me.

I Can Teach You to Kill Like Grandpa Taught Me

I’ve been killing undetected ever since. Last night, I gutted a few more to add to my kill list. This tool of a man who cut me off on the road and almost caused an accident to flip me off when I honked my horn. And a teenage brat hitch hiking. It felt like my lucky night. Back to back murders. Bloody, gory kills too. The man lost his junk before I gutted him like a pig and fed him to the bears. The girl I picked up annoyed me so much with the way she talked, I killed her too.

The teenage whore wanted money from me to eat her pussy. I picked her up to kill her not to fuck her. Now if you had been with me, she could have been your teen rape porn star before I gutted her like a pig too. Two kills for the books. Many more to go if I am going to beat my grandpa’s kill record. I can do it.

Killer phone sex only needs a victim and accomplice.

Killer phone sex only needs a victim and accomplice. Now you may be thinking a plan of attack is needed. As long as I’m in control there is no need for a plan. I’ve wielded the knife. Shimmied up a drain pipe. I went from walking to carving, and when it comes to taking a life. It must be remembered that if you can (like me and many others) shoot a poor helpless little woodland animal then you are more than ready to take a life.

Killer phone sexThe adrenaline will have your cock hard, hence making you want to cum almost as much as I the rush of power and endorphins running constantly through my body. Tingling sensations. Among the taking of life. There are things that must be considered. Such as what type of weapon. Me I prefer the knife play phone sex. The reason being that it’s up close and personal. Feeling the pulse pounding. Knife cutting through the flesh with ease.

Next the warmth of the blood pouring out of the body. Over my hands, down my arms, soaking my breasts and stomach. Nicking the jugular will make very sure that you’ll have a mess. As soon as that artery is touched it gushes. Death will occur quickly. Now, me I like to have a little more fun. To put it differently if you want to have bloody phone sex and immediately have them be deceased then you hit the artery. If you don’t and want pain, allow me.

In other words, let me show you how to snuff properly. We can even cum together finally.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Intensify Over the Holidays

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies intensify over the holidays. Although I am filled with rage most days, I do tend to become more violent over all the fucktards who want to ruin my Christmas spirit. Despite my persona I am not Grinch at Christmas time. I have almost as much Christmas spirit as a normal person does.

Okay maybe not even as close as the normal person. But I have some holiday cheer. And there are too many people who enjoy ruining the holiday spirit for me and others. Even brats can suck the Christmas spirit out of anyone. I went to the mall the other day not to kill anyone. I was not hunting my next prey. But I found my next prey, nonetheless. You would have enjoyed being with me. I know you likely would love to kill some spoiled brat and explore your rape phone sex fantasies.

I saw this young teen girl milking men for money with fabrications at the mall. This was not some poor girl like she was telling men. Begging for money to get something to eat like she was some homeless person. I saw this cunt get dropped off in a BMW SUV. Then I watched her ditch her high-end designer clothes and put on something more basic. A young scammer does not deserve to live. Don’t you agree.

Tis the Season To Kill and Force Fuck Brats

The brat was not even out of high school yet. And likely no where close to graduating. But already milking men for money. I offered her $500 to come with me for a modeling shoot. And I showed compassion and belief in her sob story. I gave her the money in my car. But I got it back though. We drove to my kill shack where she thought she would get her photo taken. Instead, I punched her in her face, and tied her up.

Where to begin with this tender piece of fuck meat? Taking advantage of people’s compassion during the holidays is sinful. Money is tight for many folks, and here was some rich princess pretending she was homeless for money. I stabbed her in her bellybutton a few times just to watch her bleed. I used a lot of force and ended up pinning her to the floor with the knife. She squirmed like a squashed bug. My knife went straight through her. So, her blood leaked out from two holes.

I really wish you had been with me to fuck her as she slowly bled out. But since you could not enjoy her tight cunt, I fisted it for you. Snuff porn may not be the way most people get find their Christmas cheer, but it did the trick for me. Once less scam princess out there to milk men of their hard-earned money. However, I know there are more cunts just like her. And we should find one to kill together.