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Slowly Slitting Her Open

Bloody Phone Sex

Her throat opened beneath the slick kiss of my blade spilling blood down, like a turtle neck dress drenching her in crimson tides. She was gurgling, little bubbles popping through her split airway. She’d drown in her own blood, and I’d get to watch while my captive was forced to stroke his cock. It was his young daughter I was butchering, and she’d already been slowly split open from her nasty little girl cunt to her lips. He was using her blood as lube, jacking off inside her entrails and making a giant, bloody mess. He was mortified at the mess, but I had told him I’d chop his cock in two of he stopped stroking. Now, he was finding all this blood and suffering turned him on. It was time to bring his wife in for the grand finale.

Accomplice Phone Sex Halloween Date

I was invited out as a date to a Halloween party Last weekend. The guy seemed interesting. Found out he was a Mortician and a sexual predator. He likes to mutilate pretty woman and girls. I fit his desires and he had plans. I dressed in the costume of his wishes, a wedding dress. Evidently it was a dress from one of his dead clients. He likes to undress them after the viewing and have his final way with them. Then he searches for a victim that would fit the outfit. He found me at the bar and sized me up well. Once I dressed in the gown and had the white thigh high stockings on, and heels, he needed to make me perfect. He took me to the morgue and had me lay down on the table. Instead of fake gore and blood he went for the real. He sliced at my breasts and cunt. He put cuts on my cheeks and stitched them up. I was sedated and he went to town making his own personal ghoul. He got me up and took pictures with me. I was bleeding out all over the gown. He was too excited to go to the party. He put on a little mood music about wanting to fuck the dead. I think it was punk or gothic stuff I heard it before. He gave me wine and started making out with me. Next thing I know I an being strangled and violated. He really went all out for his fixation and fucked me in a coffin. I was then being prepped, while still breathing, to be embalmed. That’s when they came in and it was a mess of cops and screaming. I was hauled off to the hospital.

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Terrifying Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

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I’ve always dabbled in murder phone sex fantasies, as many of you already know. I know that most fantasies are better left just that way – as a fantasy. But I keep thinking that the murder one – well, I always wonder about what it would be like if it actually became a reality. And I often think about it happening on Halloween. I mean, what better time for my partner and I to find someone to take home with us…someone who will never be leaving. Fuck, that makes my tight cunt so wet. I know that the sex after doing the deed would be the best sex of my life.

But you know what? Sometimes I dream about being the victim. I want someone to kidnap me, tie me up, force fuck me and stick all kinds of objects into my pussy and asshole. And then when he’s done all the things to me that he wants to do, I want him to slice my wrists so I will bleed out slowly and he can fuck me while I die. I would go out of this world cumming on a big fat cock. What more could a whore like me ask for?

Women have murder phone sex fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesI have murder phone sex fantasies just like the next woman. Maybe you don’t believe me that every woman and some girls have murder fantasies? It’s a common thing for men not to ever have a second thought about this. 

The women in your life have thought about castrating and murdering you at some point. We are taught as a whole to keep these things buried deep inside of us. But as we cook dinner that meat we are cutting up is you. My friend from school always thought about draining the life out of a man by gnashing his jugular with her teeth. She wanted to really get in there and fuck him up. I knew she fantasizes about her physically and abusive father and sometimes she whispered it would make her want to touch her devils button! I remember laughing and asking her who told her her clit was called that! 

She said her father told her one time when he called her a slut and was playing with herself in the shower. 

 

I think she was pretty okay with playing with her pussy after I told her that he had probably jacked off watching her through the shower curtain before he hit her and called her a slut. 

They moved a few months later but I still get off on her fantasy of killing her father and knowing she had every right too! I wonder if she ever did get to kill him?

Mysterious Halloween Murders

Bloody Phone Sex

Special News Report on tonight from yours truly, Indigo Kemper. Coming in live to report we are at a total of twenty four bodies found from last night’s Midnight Massacre on Market Street! Evidently during the Halloween Trick or Treat festivities no less than thirty one people were reported missing by their families in the City of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. So far, twelve of those have turned up as brutally murdered victims of some crime that officials are calling “The Serial Murder of the Century”. There are no suspects yet, but let’s talk a little more about these bodies.

Each and every one has been skinned and scalped, apparently all while the victim was still breathing. I’m not sure how much you folks at home know about flaying, but it has been proven to be one of the most tormenting tortures ever used. To completely remove the dermis requires such a precise hand, and hours of cleaning the wound with fresh salt. After being skinned, these now-famous victims had their teeth removed one by one and a full set minus the canines was found in every asshole of every victim, none with their own teeth.
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Each victim was then mutilated in their genitals with hot barbed wire, and I mean white hot, either being wrapped around the cocks or stuffed inside the pussies of every individual. They were dumped, dismembered and arranged like the Black Dahliah with one sick twist; each victim had a little young one, and none of those have yet to be identified by their families. Where did the killer get his supply of young sons and daughters from? Why did she spend hours torturing them?

“Oh, why did I say she? It’s obviously a woman’s touch. Where was I? I was out having a bloody good time, celebrating my birthday.” I smiled into the camera, wiping a speck of blood from my lip.
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Bitchy Bloody Butcher

Bloody Phone Sex

The knife slid between her ribs while his cock slid deep inside her unwilling little pussy. I’d caught her stumbling home drunk from a weekend fuck fest, and coaxed the little hussy whore into my car. She reeked of cigarettes and vodka like an addicted little coke slut. I bribed her with pills, and before I knew it she was tied down in my bed, dozing on some crushed pills.

I brought my accomplice into the room, and together we sliced the clothes away from her ebony little skin. Some might say this was a hate crime, but she just happened to be the little raccoon I snatched on my way home from the bar. She was starting to come around, so I let my man push his big cock into her mouth while I got her cunt ready for impact so to speak. While he was choking her with his sloppy meat, I started beating her pussy half to fucking death with a leather belt. That woke her the fuck up! She started screaming and begging for us to stop in between forced-to-swallow thrusts that my man was laying on her.

That’s when I got tired of her whimpering, so he moved down to slip his fat dick into her cunny while I slid the blade between her chocolate ribs.

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Killer Phone Sex Victim Slut

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When I say that I want to have killer phone sex, I don’t mean that I want it to be “Oh, that phone fuck was killer” kind of thing. I mean that I literally want you to call me up and tell me about how you’d fucking slice and dice me. But if you would prefer another way of snuffing me out, then by all means, go right ahead and do whatever gets your cock hard. Suffocation, drowning, torture…any of those things are okay with me and the more it gets your dick hard, the more excited I become.

I want to know whether or not you’d fuck my dead body, or if you’d get off during the process of killing me. Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze the life out of me from behind while you slam your cock all the way inside me. But I do have a question for you – do you want to fuck my pussy or my asshole? You might as well go balls deep in my ass and rip it open. It’s not like you have to worry about injuring me. Call me and tell me how fucking nasty you wanna get with me.

Force Fucked At Knifepoint

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One of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had outside of my family was when I was walking home from school and got fucked in an alley with a knife to my throat! As I walked after dark through the streets trying to get home I suddenly felt like I was being watched, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I looked behind me… He must have slapped me pretty hard across the face because the next thing I knew I was on the ground on my stomach with a hand over my mouth and a big hard dick sliding in and out of my tight wet pussy. I screamed but only because I had the best orgasm of my life on this strangers cock, I squirted all over him and he was surprised, he fucked me harder and came deep inside my twat, leaving me there on the ground leaking his nut down my trembling legs.

Killer Phone Sex: I Solve Problems for Men

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies are on the rise for Killtober. Everyone is feeling a little serial killer lately. Now, I never need an accomplice. Nope. Never. Most men, however, are chicken shit to go through with it, so they hire me. I advertise on the dark net and in mercenary magazines. I am a problem solver. David had a problem he needed solved. He paid me a large sum for my services too. His problem was this hot teen slut who lives next door. He has been banging her jailbait pussy for months and now she is blackmailing him. She wants him to leave his wife. That is not happening. He would lose everything and go to prison. He set it up to meet her. He brought her to my cabin in the woods. There I was waiting to git rid of his problem. I let him fuck her first. He was going to fuck her again, but the second time she would be less willing and bleeding. Once he came in her jailbait twat, I came out and restrained her. I hit her over the head harder than I intended, so she was twitching and slurring her words like a drunk. I did not have to restrain her after all. I mean she was retarded now. I let him fuck her twitching body. He fucked all her holes. I told him he did not have to worry about the DNA because I would toss her to the coyotes. They get rid of all the evidence. Unless some fastidious park ranger is searching for DNA in coyote crap, this girl will be listed as a runaway and never found. The wild animals in the woods by my cabin are my accomplices. I was his. I took care of that blackmailing teen whore for him. Now, what problem can I solve for you?

I Want a Snuff Sex Death

snuff sexSnuff sex is what I am good at. I can die a thousand ways every day. I have a death wish. I am just too weak to do it myself. I have this new master in my life who I was hoping would do me in. He came close last night. I might have egged him on because I know how to push his buttons. He was skull fucking me and I bit his dick. I acted like it was a mistake. I apologized and then put the blame on him. I knew that would not go over well. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiped the blood off his dick and punched me in the face. He kept punching me in the face. I think he broke my nose. Blood poured from my nose. I cried. Not fake tears either. I was in pain. My cunt was wet too. I know, right? I am a pain slut junkie. I begged him to kill me and put me out of my misery. I tipped my hat. That was when he knew I had a death wish. He beat me up so more, but instead of killing me, he left me with broken bones in a pool of my blood telling me death was not enough pain for what I deserved. Maybe you will kill me?