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Necrophilia Phone Sex is the Best Kind of Fucking

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex seems the easiest way to fuck. Most men can’t follow my basic rules. And I find them simple rules. Shut the fuck up. I am not the kind of woman who wants baby talk or even pillow talk. And two, don’t try to dominate me. I’m not a bitch. I find men to be a disappointment to me and I’m not even talking about cock size. Horny men can’t follow instructions, so I find it easier to kill them and fuck them afterwards.

As a statistic bitch, and a highly trained killer, I do not have the same level of needs as your typical woman. One, I don’t need romance. In fact, I don’t want romance. I find it cringe worthy. Stupid baby talk, cuddling, hand holding what fucking purpose does of any of that serve. I don’t want a relationship, and I don’t need one either.

Two I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can take care of myself. And third, I’m not out there looking for a man who can elevate my status in life. This bitch does not need to be a gold digger because I make my own money. Between snuff phone sex and murder for hire, I earn good money. So, I do not need a man to flip my bills.

The Best Cock to Fuck is a Dead Dick

Vanilla girls ruin men. They make them think all girls want romance and financial security. So, even when I meet a man who I think might be a quality fuck he makes the mistake of treating me like he treats all women. Rory lost his life last night. Don’t feel sorry for the sap ass because he deserved what he got. He agreed to my rules. And he even told me that he found my rules for sex to be like a breath of fresh air. Fuck me and leave. The assignment seemed simple enough to me.

As I rode his big dick, he called me baby. And he tried to slap my ass. So, I gave him a warning. But he did not heed that warning. He did the same damn thing again; it seemed instinctual to him. Listen up men not all girls want romance. Not all women want a caveman to dominate them in the bedroom. I just wanted a dick to fuck. And it seems like such a simple request. Yet, I find it so hard to find. So, the way I saw it, I needed to kill him to get the sex that I wanted.

Shut The Fuck Up and Don’t Touch Me are My Rules for Fucking

Since I prepared for a worst-case scenario, I had a knife under the pillow. And I needed it too. I slit his throat. But I kept riding his dick. Something you may not know. The human cock stays hard for about 45 minutes after death. And in that time the cock feels harder than anything. So that makes a dead dick the perfect cock to fuck.

Now sometimes I know I’m going to kill a man while I fuck him, but I had high hopes for Rory because I met him on the dark net. We shared a love for evil things. But like most men the fucking ruined it. So, I rode his dead dick while his blood splattered all over my face and tits until I orgasmed.

And I dragged his body out to the woods to feed the wildlife. He will just be another missing man. No body no crime. Sex with dead bodies seems peaceful. Fucking a corpse enables me to enjoy the sexual pleasure of a hard cock without a guy‘s mind or mouth ruining it for me. But most men do not want to lose their lives from sexual pleasure. And I get that.

So, if you want to fuck me, but you don’t want to die and listen to me. Shut the fuck up. Keep your hands to yourself. And never try to dominate me. If you can follow those basic rules, you might be able to fuck me and live to tell about it.

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.

Bound and Broken: My Master’s Delight

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Last night, my master had a new toy for me—a teen girl with a tight, virgin pussy and an asshole that begged to be stretched. He bound me to the bed, my wrists and ankles secured with thick leather straps. “You’re mine to do whatever I like,” he growled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. I nodded, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

He started with my pussy, his fingers probing and stretching, preparing me for what was to come. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand, begging for more. He obliged, his fingers slipping into my soaking wet cunt, his thumb circling my clit. I was a writhing mess of lust and need, my body aching for release.

But he had other plans. He grabbed a dildo, a thick, veined monster that made my eyes widen. “This is going in your ass, my little slave,” he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. I complied, my body trembling with anticipation and nerves. He lubed it up, his fingers teasing my tight little hole before slowly pushing the dildo in.

I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being filled, overwhelming. He fucked me with it, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of my ass with ease. I could feel every inch of it, the way it pulsed, the way it hit that sweet spot that made me see stars.

As he pounded my ass, he reached around, his fingers finding my clit, teasing and tantalizing. I was a mess of pleasure, my body convulsing, my screams of ecstasy filling the room. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot, sticky cum spurting onto my back, coating my skin, marking me as his.

In the aftermath, he untied me, his hands gentle as he rubbed the circulation back into my limbs. I curled up against him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “You’re such a good little slave,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Master’s proud of you.”

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because The Best Dick is a Dead Dick

necrophilia phone sexI find necrophilia phone sex arousing. Personally, the best kind of dick is a dead dick. I’m a woman with needs. Perhaps not the average needs. But that’s because I’m not the average woman. I just like to fuck. But I don’t like the small talk, the baby talk, the romance, or any of the coupling shit that comes with fucking. So, I kill my partner before I fuck him to ensure he’s a good lay. Call me a Black Widow if you want.

I do not date men. But I do occasionally fuck them. I’m human after all. However, I don’t crave the shit most girls do. All that romance shit, and wining and dining a girl, I don’t need. In fact, I’m very clear, but I don’t want any of that if I fuck you. But men think I’m joking. And I am not joking. If I tell you something or warn you about something you better fucking listen to me. Men who don’t listen to me, men who fail to heed my warnings, end up with snuff sex.

If I kill you before I fuck you, I essentially turn you into a dildo. Just a dick. I thought Bryan understood my rules. But once again, I found myself forced to kill another man. Just shut the fuck up. Nothing worse than when you’re trying to get off an a man will not stop talking. So, I slit his throat. In my defense, I warned the fucker many times. And he just laughed at me in a very dismissive way that pissed me the fuck off. At least now he knows I wasn’t joking.

For Me, I Prefer to Fuck When You are Dead

He had a nice cock, but that was the only thing I liked about him. Met him in a Goth bar. A steam punk guy who I thought would follow my rules. Me bad. I should know by now that men just can’t shut the fuck up when fucking. Since I always have a knife on my body, I pulled the knife out, pressed the steel tip against his jugular and gave him one more warning. But the bastard just laughed at me. However, I had the last laugh. His blood sprayed all over my body after I sliced his jugular open. But I just kept on fucking him.

A little blood never frightens a gore whore like me. I loved the feel of his warm blood splattering against my body as I got myself off on his cock. Until you have killed a man while his dick is inside of you, you’ve never truly experienced a hard cock. You would think a cock would go limp when you kill its host. But that’s not the case.

For a few minutes it stays stiff. And it’ll get stiff again when rigamortus begins. I don’t always have sex with dead bodies, but when I fuck, I’m very particular about how it goes. You need to shut the fuck up and just let me get off. A man’s incessant talking drives me insane. So, I find it easier to just kill them while I’m fucking them. Sure, it makes a mess. But I never mind sleeping in the wet spot if the wet spot is from your blood.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Can Be Women Too

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners can be hard to find sometimes. Usually, my accomplices are men. Men are the ones who need a bad babysitter or a woman to lure young girls. I am sure women have dark fantasies because I know I do. However, women never seek my assistance. But that all changed

A sexy hot milf hired me for for a honey trap to kill this young teen boy. She had an affair with him, and he became obsessive. She fears he will ruin her marriage and career. A very wealthy woman and very sophisticated too. She just slept with the wrong boy and now it’s turned into a fatal attraction sort of thing. But like most of my clients, she needed an alibi when the boy went missing.

Although, I have made my share of snuff porn, usually I’m not alone when I do it, so I had to lure this teen boy and kill him by myself. Honestly, I didn’t want to. But I needed her money. Plus, she’s the type of woman you want to owe you a favor because she’s got the money and resources to get you and anybody else out of trouble.

So, I set the honey trap, and he fell for it. She told me just how to kill him. Plus, she gave me a blueprint of exactly how this should go. And I got the impression if I didn’t follow her instructions exactly, I would end up dead too. So, I had no choice. At this point, it was me or this teenage boy. I chose me.

Some Jobs I Hate Initially, But Grow to Love

But I did fuck him first. My DNA would be on his dead cock, but I’m nowhere in the system. I’m pretty much a ghost. I’ve been that way since I ran away from home so that my father and his abusive cronies would never find me. One of her coworkers saw her talking to the boy and suspects something. That combined with the boy’s obsession and threats meant she had to get rid of him with nothing falling back on her.

As I rode his hard teenage cock, I wrapped my pantyhose around his neck. He thought I was just being seductive and playful. But this was part of the plan all along. He would die a strangulation phone sex death. My pussy gripped his cock as he took his last breath. But I continued to fuck him until I came on his dick, which occurred a few minutes after he took his last breath. Perhaps that makes me a necrophiliac. But his cock stayed rock fucking hard, even after he stopped breathing.

Although I felt hesitant to kill this teen boy, I did it. I did it for the money. And I did it for self-preservation too. And I will admit that I had more fun than I thought I would. Fucking a man or a boy as they take their last breath is very erotic. I could feel him twitching underneath the weight of my body. I could see the fear in his eyes. And I could feel the stiffness of his cock inside my pussy as he died. And might just do this again. Who wants to die as I fuck them?

Three Twisted Wishes : PT 3

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My third and final wish was to have one of her friends fuck her dead body. He didn’t want to and we made him eat out her dead cold pussy before he slid his young hairless cock into her torn up pussy.  We laughed at him as he begged us to just stop this his tears sliding down his cheeks. I carved Lucifers sigil into his back and bound him to the dark lord. I let my friends play with his tight asshole and stretch him out like a gay little fuck doll.  He screamed as he was fucked by those big black cock. He even had two in his hole at one time. His asshole was stretched so wide it began to tear. Blood trickled down their cocks I walked over and made him cum all over my sisters corpse and smiled evilly at him. i cut Off his cock and balls and sewed him up so he had a hole that the boys could use whenever they wanted. He cried and screamed as he realized what this meant. he was nothing but a fuck toy. He would never free him and at least for now he was going to be our slave.

Three Twisted Wishes: Pt 2

Sex With Dead Bodies

 

My second wish was delightfully evil. I wished my little sister back to life, then I wished the devil himself could come in and fuck her tight little holes. She screamed as she saw his hooved figure and that impossibly large cock. It was almost the size of a third leg! She screamed and tried to run away as he lifted her small young body up and slammed  his over sized demon cock into her tight baby girl pussy splitting it open. She screamed as blood dripped down his cock and balls. She screamed a final scream as his boiling hot cum shot into her ruined cunt. Her lifeless body fell to the floor as he vanished. I laughed and played with her small tits and her bloody cum filled cunt. I told the boys to fuck her dead body while I bound her soul to her corpse so she could feel everything.  After they ruined what was left of her pussy I cut her chest open and bit into her heart. I love the metallic taste of blood and the texture of the heart.  I smile down at her and kiss her cold lips. This is just the second wish. I love these sweet murder fantasies.

Sex with Dead Bodies For The Dark Web part II

Sex with Dead Bodies

( Don’t miss out on part 1 click -> Here)

Sex with dead bodies was not something I’d ever thought I’d be doing. But since these 2 fucking sicko’s kidnapped me I’ve been doing a lot of shit I never thought I would. Getting fucked, beaten, and battered all for views on the fucking dark web.  The smell of the room nauseated me. Blood, flesh and now sex, all mixed up and permeating the entire room. I stood towering over Harry. Looking down all I could see were 3 mangled divides of meat. Clumped with brain matter, hair and blood. All of this was right where his head would have been. Beyond that, Harry was in perfect condition. His body was nice, sexy even. His cock stood at attention.

~Bang, Bang~

“Let’s go Cunt, and this time use your mouth first”

Falling to my knees, I stared looking at the mass of ripped and torn flesh. Thinking and wondering what Harry used to look like. I took his cadaver cock in my hands. It was cold, but so hard. Leaning over and slowly kissing the tip. My hair cascaded around his lap and cock.

“Look at the camera you stupid whore, viewers wanna see too” Randy yammered.

I tucked my blonde hair behind my ears and looked over at the camera. I sucked his frigid member into my mouth. It was like eating a popsicle that would never melt. Long, hard, deep strokes and sucks with my warm mouth. Unable to even fathom the idea that I was really blowing a dead guy, my thoughts raced. I wasn’t even crying anymore. Warming up that ice cold prick was the only thing I was worried about at that moment.

It was time to fuck him. How was I going to ride him, and not look at him?

I’ll just close my eyes

I positioned myself spreading my legs wide, and squatted over hamburger Harrys cock. I quickly mounted him. My mouth and warm spit has brought the temp of his dickcicle up. With my eyes closed, I Grabbed his dick  and angled it lowering myself on to it. His cock wasn’t huge, but it had a little bend in it.  That bend made the mushroom tip hit my G spot, perfectly.

Stroking with my cunt, my movements became faster. With each stride my g pot was getting hammered. Moaning softly, I was so close.

I didn’t even notice the deranged duo were standing right beside me. ” You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you whore?” Jarred, I stopped. “Don’t fucking stop now, keep going”

I closed my eyes tight and rode the departed faster and harder. I knew I was going to cum.  My moans grew louder, almost animalistic.

~Bam~

Ice cold Meat, blood, brains and gore smashed all over my naked body

I blasted off on his dearly departed dick.

 

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex with a Living Dead Girl

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex turns a lot of men on. Men like me to play dead. However, there are men out there who want me dead before they fuck me. And I try to avoid men like that. But I’m not always successful. I owe this one drug dealer, Jimmy, a lot of money. It’s from many years ago, but I guess he never forgot the debt.

To a man like him, what I owe is minuscule. But to me, it seems like a lot. It’s hard sometimes for a druggie whore to scrape up a few grand. But Jimmy threatened my family, so I got desperate to find the money somehow. And the seedy under world of snuff porn is a quick way to make some serious cash. But it’s also a way to become seriously dead too.

So, I started pounding the pavement. I’m a little bit long in the tooth as they say. But that does not mean I can’t find somebody to work with me. It just means I must go deeper underground to find somebody willing to work with a used up old whore like me. And I found Dave. He would pay me what I owe Jimmy, plus 500 extra to go towards my next coke purchase. But I had to play dead. At least I hoped I was just playing dead.

Dave serves as a go-between. A go between talent and private collectors. Guys who like the one and done sort of movies, but I know how to play that well. As it turned out this little film that got me out of financial trouble almost cost me my life. I showed up per my instructions.

If You Want to Fuck a Dead Girl, I Can Play Dead Better Than a Corpse

And I glammed myself up. Apparently, the collector of the snuff flick I was about the star in likes a lot of makeup. And 80s style hair to take him back to the days when girls rejected him. I think this man is a former incel. The kind of man who cannot get pussy. At least he could not get pussy in the 80s when he was a teenager. Even though he has a lot of money now thanks to some smart investments, he still hates women.

The movie got rough. Of course, I can handle the rough fucking, but this guy did a lot of rough choking and slapping and strangling. I honestly thought I would die. But then I remembered the director saying just play dead. The guy is old. As soon as he takes your life, he’ll stop.

So, I tried to make my body lifeless with his hands around my throat. And it worked. I managed to get my entire body limp and unresponsive to his touch. But I’m not sure how I managed that. I really thought I was on that last of my nine lives there. However, the guy gave up once he thought I was dead. He paid Dave the money for the film. And once he was gone, I stood up, gasped for air, took my money and ran out of there.

I guess at least the guy did not enjoy sex with dead bodies or he might’ve realized I was just playing dead. My cunt would twitch and betray me if he fucked my “corpse.” However, my body acted just as he wanted. Just how he expected. He will always think he choked this 80s glam babe to her death, but once again, I came out on top.

Sex with Dead Bodies is the Only Way I Fuck

sex with dead bodiesI was never really into sex with dead bodies until about eight years ago. I was fucking this dude I picked up in a bar, when he violated every rule, I told him about prior to bringing him home. I’m not your typical woman. I don’t require sex like some do. But like most people, I get urges. Just not daily. And I never look for my self-worth or any kind of ego boost from fucking.

I’m never angling for a relationship or money or presents either. I just wanted to fuck this dude, and he wouldn’t shut the fuck up. So, I slit his throat with a knife that was strapped to my inner thigh. My in case of an emergency knife. And he constituted an emergency.

I slit his throat, and as the blood gushed everywhere, I discovered that his dick stayed hard inside my pussy. And I did not expect that. So, I did not hop right off him. I kept fucking him until I came. It was the most peaceful fuck of my life because dead men don’t talk. And they don’t cum. But I can cum on a dead dick. and I did. The best sex of my life, I had with a corpse. And ever since if I feel the need to fuck, I either look for a fresh cadaver, or I create a fresh cadaver.

The Only Good Dick is A Dead Dick

Over the weekend, this natural born killer phone sex bitch wanted to fuck. But I did not want to deal with the hassle of the games. And I did not want to have to listen to some tool run his mouth making it hard for me to have an orgasm. I like to fuck in peace. And sure, I can use a dildo whenever I want. But why settle for rubber when I can have a warm dead dick inside of me. So, I went to the morgue. I have a friend there. Equally sick and twisted as me.

And this guy owes me a few favors. I have cleaned up more than one of his messes. He thinks with his dick and not his head. So, without me, he’d probably be in prison for life. Hence, he will send me a text when I ask about a fresh male cadaver with a decent size dick. I know what you’re thinking. How do you get a dead dick erect? Easy. You put a cattle prod up the ass and you shock that dick awake. Then you hop on, and you go for a ride. I came so hard on that dead dick too. And I rode him right there on the cold metal table in the morgue.

Sometimes, I Need to Kill a Man to Fuck Him

I scratched that itch easily. Dead dick can make a woman cum. But dead dicks don’t cum. And I always hated the mess. I guess I’m a little OCD. But with a cadaver as my lover, I discovered no cleanup, no sappy talk, and no risk of a man trying to dominate me. So, necrophilia phone sex for the win. I don’t care who you are. I can promise you that I would much prefer to fuck your corpse than fuck you when you’re still breathing.