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Killer Phone Sex Turned a Victim Into a Predator

Killer Phone Sex

I’ve said it so many times. Being a victim all my life that shit just builds, and fucks with your mental. Add a Little Killer phone sex and Boom you have the perfect setup for a motherfucker to get killed, because I just snapped. I snapped and murdered him while His dick was still fucking erect.

It Started off sweet- an older guy paying me attention, buying me things, taking me out. Then he changed, he started not being so nice when we fucked. He made me gagg and choke on his dick. He would choke me while he fucked me and sometimes I would pass out. Eric would spank me so fucking hard it would leave big nasty purple bruises on my ass.

Eric also loved anal. Most times he would shove it in deep and dry, making me scream and cry for him to get his cock out of me. It would rip my asshole and my taint. That never worked though he only fucked me harder. I got so tired of him dicking me dry, and tearing my asshole apart. So I thought of a plan. I know…

Premeditated

I told him I had a surprise for him, and I wanted him completely naked. It took some convincing but he had to let me tie him up. I tied him up really good, knotting the ropes good and tight, making sure he couldn’t get free. Putting on some sexy music I gave him a naughty strip tease watching his cock spring to life.

My sexy, tight teen body swaying sexily to the music, I saunter over to him. Cupping his face in my hands and Slapping the shit out of him. He head jerks, and he looks at me licking his chops. My hand grips his naked cock, while I lick his lips with my tongue.

I spread my legs and squat this sweet box over his cock, rubbing my hard wet clit to and fro on his shaft. His cock sliding between my slicker than snot cunt lips. My nails digging into his flesh as I leave red marks on his chest. Long scratches all the way down to his belly. Eric winces. Shutting his eyes tightly as I mark him.

His dick gets so hard nestled between my cunt flaps. Eric is vulnerable. I look at him, so needy, almost whiny and think to myself. I submitted to this? This sorry piece of shit made me cum? I crawl up on him, and sit my pretty little pussy and ass down on his face.

I begin to bare down with my naughty bits. Poor Eric, well let’s just say I took his breath away. I started smothering that mother fucker. Which was better than he deserved. To be Killed by this ass and pussy was being too good to him really considering all the shit he had put me through over the last 7 months. I let all my weight down on Erics face, while he shudders and shakes beneath me.

First he was fighting to fuck me, then he was fighting for breath and now he is fighting for his life.

To bad. Im competetive, I always win. Death By Suffocation from ass and Pussy Like mine? Well that’s a win win situation if you ask me.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True in the Right Circumstances

murder phone sex fantasiesSometimes I find myself consumed with murder phone sex fantasies. Also, I know I put myself in dangerous situations and acquaint myself with men all in the name of a fix for cocaine. Some men treat me far worse than others. And some I wish dead. But just because I have murderous fantasies, does not make me a murderer. Until it did.

I met James about 15 years ago. He’s a drug dealer that I go to when it’s an absolute emergency, but I prefer not to visit him because he’s brutal. Even more brutal than my stepson and more brutal than anybody in my past combined. But I saw him in a place I did not expect to see him. And that made my head rush with thoughts of torture. For everything he’s done to me in my past, he had torture sex coming. But how would I lure him. I set a honey trap. My mind works quickly when I’m high. And I’m always high.

I told him I left my husband, and I wanted to be his slave. I gave him the address of the no tell motel I planned to stay at until I saved enough money to get my own place. And he bought that I wanted to fuck him. Fucking him seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind. However, if I had to fuck him first, I would. This man haunted me in my dreams. But he haunts me no more.

Sometimes, a Submissive Whore Must Do Uncharacteristic Things to Survive

I slipped him a roofie and started fucking him on this no motel bed. I’ve seen Basic Instinct a few times, so I had an ice pack under the mattress. One I could get too easily. And I grabbed that ice pick and I just started stabbing him. Frantic stabbing. His blood sprayed everywhere. He tried to choke me, but I kept stabbing him.

I felt like a fight or flight response took me over. And it fueled me with anger and strength I didn’t even know I had. The guy prolapsed my ass one too many times. Left me battered and used naked in the middle of nowhere. He came close to killing me a few times. And I know I’m weak. I would’ve gone to him again for coke in a moment of desperation. And that next time he would’ve killed me.

I turned that no tell motel into a crime scene. It looked like someone made a snuff porn in that room. Although I didn’t film it, I did leave a mess. But in that kind of place nobody pays any attention to who comes and goes. And I know I likely left DNA behind, but I’m not in the system. But now I must make sure I never am. But in my defense that bastard had it coming. And I’m sure there’s lots of grateful girls in the world who will thank me once they know he’s gone.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are The Only Fantasies I Like

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Murder phone sex fantasies get me off. I told a friend how I wanted us to take my dumb little sister to a satanic temple and sacrifice her stupid virgin pussy to the dark lord. We could cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut and pluck out her pretty blue eyes. Then shave off her blond hair and boil her alive and watch as her skin boiled of her body. It made me laugh so hard. I told him after that we could fuck her dead body and cut her up into tiny pieces and feed her body to my family and friends non of them would ever know. Afterwards we could go to a catholic church and fuck in front of the alter and call Satan and defile the holiness of the house with our blasphemy sex. We could even get the devil to corrupt the congregation and watch as they do wicked things to each other every time they go to church. We could replace all the nuns with evil satanic nuns that love being twisted and evil and bathe in the blood of the holy ones. Murder phone sex fantasies just get me off so much more than regular fantasies. I love blood, death, and sex.

Melt Your Brain With This Bloody Roleplay

Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation phone sex always gets my demented pussy off. One Of My favorite Roleplays is when I drag a sweet church going conservative barbie bitch to my house in the woods. Shes young and has a sexy tight body, her big blue eyes are the first things I pluck out of her face. I have her chained to a metal chair as I cut out here pretty eyes and sew them shut. Next I cut out her tongue and sew her mouth shut. I seal it with super glue let the bitch die from thirst and starvation. I laugh at her and pull out a dildo I glued nails to and shove it up her virgin pussy hole. Her muffled screams get my pussy off.

Murder Phone Sex fantasies

Her young bald little pussy is split open and in shreds as I fuck her bloody hole. I grab her small a cup tits and cut off her nipples and eat them whole. I love the meaty taste in my mouth. I moan and laugh at her slapping her in the face hard enough to leave a mark. Yes these mutilation phone sex fantasies make my evil pussy so wet I can feel my juices soaking my black thong.

Taboo Phone Sex Accomplices Can Be Women Too

taboo phone sexAs a taboo phone sex whore, I get all sorts of requests from folks needing an accomplice. I can torture somebody, kidnap somebody, even snuff somebody for you. However, most of my clients seem to be men who just need something young to fuck or maybe they need an ex murdered. But over the weekend, a sexy mature blonde hired me. A very rich socialite with a very real problem. And she thought I could help eradicate her problem.

I told her she came to the right place. Kelley started an affair with a much younger guy. Not illegal young, but barely legal young. Apparently, he was part of the catering crew her husband hired for a fancy political fundraiser held in their home a few months ago. She thought the boy understood they would only fuck once.

As a married socialite, it could never come out that she engaged in an affair with such a younger man. According to her, it’s not about the money. She earns her own money as a CEO of a beauty company. Her reputation and her brand seemed on the line if this came out. The boy started blackmailing her. Extorting her for cash to keep their dirty little secret.

Women Can Hire Me for Murder Too

She came to me for advice. Killer phone sex did not appear on her mind. However, I told her the only way to deal with extortion would be murder. Otherwise, you give him 10 grand now and a week later he wants 50 grand. It won’t stop until she’s bankrupt. I asked her a few questions and gave her some options. But I also told her the best option would be to kill the boy. And for the right fee, I would take care of all of that for her. Keep her hands clean.

I did something I never do. I fucked my client. I’m bisexual and she’s fucking hot so I didn’t see a problem. It didn’t cloud my judgment about what needed to be done. So, after I fucked her, I set a honey trap for her boy toy extortionist.

And he walked right into my trap because apparently, he’s a sucker for rich mature women. I think the sex for him he considers bonus. He planned all along to extort her for money. So, I posed as a sexy, sophisticated and very rich, socialite, and of course he took the bait.

I wore black wig and glasses to obscure my face from any cameras in the bar. And I let that boy think he picked me up. We went back to his place and as I rode his young barely legal 19-year-old throbbing cock, I put my hands around his throat to choke him out.

Sometimes, When I Kill a Boy I Think of All the Men Who Wronged Me

 I drugged him enough to make it too hard for him to fight me back. And I looked him straight in the eyes as he took his last breath. And that’s intoxicating to me. To me, that boy represented a lot of men from my past who tried to extort and blackmail me into submission.

Although I felt like he wasted his talent because he could’ve been a male escort and made money fucking older women without resorting to criminal behavior. But I did not feel bad over killing him. Your actions have consequences. And blackmailing a super-rich MILF came with the consequence of losing his life. He deserved a snuff sex death. He deserved to die at the hands of a woman he planned on extorting in the future. I saw through his flirtatious behavior. I’ve seen that look in men’s eyes all my life. Men look at women like their playthings.  Well, I made it look like a solo erotic asphyxiation encounter gone wrong.

Once I completed the job, I paid Kelly a visit and we fucked again. I took her money, but I won’t blackmail her, and she won’t blackmail me. However, I do think we’ll keep on fucking. She has a banging body and a velvet tongue. And a touch of evil inside of her too. And that makes her fucking hot to me.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Helps Expel Our Rage

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies can come true. But you need the right accomplice. And although I prefer to kill alone, I’m feeling generous this October. And I’ve done something new with my 31 kills of October. Tony needed my help. And he paid for my help too. So, I thought why not. I can profit off something I planned on doing anyway.

Tony seemed filled with rage. And I knew it might be a bit risky to collaborate with a powder keg like him. He seemed like Michael Douglas in that 80s movie Falling Down. I think he might have been just one person shy of a total meltdown. Like if he ordered a hotdog with ketchup and he got a hotdog with mustard instead, I think would kill over the mistake. But I made sure he knew that I would not hesitate to kill him too if he tried anything with me.

Tony did not know who he wanted to kill. No one person in mind. He just wanted to experience the thrill of murder. Plus, I think years of neglect from women exasperated his rage. But he needed me to reign in his terror. Without me, he might’ve killed an innocent woman just to get out his frustrations. And I understand being outraged and sexually frustrated. I’ve been a killing machine since my teen years.

But if you want to avoid prison, you need self-control. That’s how people get caught. They kill in a frenzy and leave DNA behind. Hence why men like Tony and you need a seasoned accomplice phone sex partner.

Sometimes, It Feels Cathartic to Take Your Rage Out on a Bitch

I decided to teach Tony, how to kill undetected. And he seemed eager to learn. We picked this girl who threw a drink on him last week when he asked her to dance. I mean, I found that a hardcore response. And this might seem odd coming from me, but I would never waste a perfectly good drink on a guy just because he asked me out. A simple no would have sufficed.

We focused on her. He wanted revenge. Since this girl already rejected Tony once, I lured her away. But I had to use chloroform halfway to meet Tony. She started to realize I meant her harm. I wanted to torture the bitch. Make her pain last.

But as soon as I got her into the kill shack, where Tony waited for us, he grabbed one of my knives and started stabbing her frantically. Blood splattered everywhere. And I wanted to participate, but at this point, I just sat back and let him take out his rage on her. Clearly, he had a lot more pent-up rage than I ever could’ve imagined. Seriously, he went wild animal on this bitch. Turned my kill shack into a bloody shack. However, since it is Halloween month, I decided to leave some of the blood there.

Men Need Me as Their Accomplice to Keep Them Safe

Although not a satisfying kill for me, he needed to get out his rage. But I made sure not to leave any of my DNA there. One of the reasons I held back. That kind of frenzied kill feels good, but it leads to a lot of mistakes too. He wouldn’t need to worry about DNA not in my kill shack that nobody even knows exist.

No body no proof. I fed her carcass to the wild animals out back. And I cleaned up the floors. He enjoyed the kill. It felt cathartic to him to expel that kind of rage. To make a snuff porn with a girl who wronged him. Did I mention he fucked her dead body too? Hey, if you enjoy necrophilia, I don’t judge.

When he paid me, he joked that I seemed cheaper than years of therapy. And that’s true. Sometimes you just need to get your rage out. And when you do, I can help keep you protected.

Sex with dead bodies is better when they’re fresh

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies is a forbidden delicacy, but I indulge in it often. I know of plenty of ways to find the perfect victim. The thrill lies in their freshness. I like it when my nerco whore is still warm to the touch. Their supple flesh, creamy still without a hint of rot, gets me wet.
I like to take my time with them. With my last orgasm, they are cold and stiff, and I know your taste is a little different. You enjoy them when they are ripe. You like their bloated blue bodies and their pungent stench of death.
I thought I would get sick putting your hard cock in a rotted little pussy, but it was actually exciting. I loved watching you pound into our Snuff sex victim. Those wet slapping sounds got me horny all over again. So let’s turn this bitch over so you can fuck her ass too. She isn’t going to last very long because I expect you to pound her until she is a pile of mush. And when your cock is sloppy with gore, I’ll suck it clean. Let’s pick up a couple more bitches for our fun. Younger and more innocent would be really hot to use.

I Snuffed Your Wife And Didn’t Tell You

Snuff sex

 

I desperately wanted to feel his cock inside my juicy wet pink pussy. I had a slight obsession with this man, well mainly his cock. But I had to have it when I wanted it. The only way to fuck me right is with no mercy, real hardcore no limit fucking. He fucked me perfectly. So I sneaked into his house while he was at work but his cunt wife was home. Unfortunately for her I had been waiting for this moment, I snuffed his pathetic wife. I tortured her and made her watch me play with my pussy before ending her. When he got home he was shocked to see me there naked. Pretty pink pussy already wet and dripping. I instantly got on my knees and being undoing his pants. Deep throat his big cock thinking about how I just snuffed his pathetic wife. He grabbed me by hair and threw me on the counter, bending me over. Sticking two fingers in my juicy pussy, then coating the tip of his dick with my juices. Forcing his cock right in my ass with no mercy and being pounding me. 

Snuff Sex Always Makes my Evil Gothic Teen Pussy Wet

Snuff Sex

She was the perfect blond bitch, b cup perky nipples and a round as, a hairless pink cunt and big blue eyes. I held a bag over her head while my boyfriend fucked her sweet little cunt hole. We had, had her for three days. She had given him a blow job and let him fuck her face and ate out both our assholes. That of course didn’t really satisfy our needs. we craved something more depraved. So we tied her down and i held a plastic bag over her head while my boyfriend fucked her sweet virgin pussy. We both knew this would be her one and only time getting fucked. We loved that. Snuff sex was so addicting.  She struggled against us as she desperately fought for air and my boyfriend said her pussy was getting so tight as her body began to convulse around him. I laughed as I lifted the bag and stared into her empty blue eyes and kissed her purple lips. She was still as he fucked her dead body and i came just from kissing her dead lips. Death was always so sexy, and I loved being a part in someone’s final moments.

Ruptured and ravaged, torn apart into peices

Bloody phone sex

He was a hottie and said he loved me, treated me like gold when I normally get treated like bloody trash. I knew he had something up his plan, too nice means too dangerous, well we’ll have to see about that.

He loved to party, always got me high, drunk, then we tie each other down, play choking games while he’d romanticly slice me up my body with his sexy god damn knife. I didn’t mind a bit, my pussy would leak with lust the more and more aggressive he’d get, even bringing whore’s in with us only for us to fuck, pound, suck, play with and take our rape fantasies out on her with each other. I just love laughing, giggling, rubbing my wet tight puurrrrfect moist kitty every time I would hear that bitch whimper and moan. “Keep screaming bitch and watch what happens” he screams and I step on her face, haha!

 Bloody accomplice, covered in cum, no evidence left. 

He was an evil fuck, had no soul in his eyes and wanted to trash any evidence that could be found. With her tied up, cut, shredded, hanging, barely breathing after getting rammed in every god damn hole it was time to stuff that bitch into place that no one could see. She’s starting to scream as I hold her arms back, while choking her he shoves his cum bloody cock up her broken, torn up and raw bunghole and busted his evil nuts, blowing her ass out, bursting spooge all down her legs.

With one blow to her head, slash to her neck that was the end of the bitch. He took her down to the dungeon of hell, cut her up into pretty pussy pieces, shoved in a bag and tossed to a river.  Another slut bitch left for dead, I may be his next……