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Snuff Sex with a Vampire

snuff sexIf you are going to have snuff sex, why not cum hard one last time, right? I was in this small Ohio town recently with an interesting history. Over 100 years ago, a complete city just disappeared. All the inhabitants vanished in the night. I decided to investigate. I love a good mystery. I was in the middle of the abandoned city and my car broke down. I saw an old building on the other side of a wooded area. I went through the forest to see if I could find help or a gas station. Before I made it through the clearing, I heard a voice. I almost pissed myself. There he was in front of me. A tall handsome stranger. Brooding and scary at the same time. He opened his mouth and I saw his fangs. I was mesmerized. As he told me he could not let me live, I felt a strange calm come over me. I should have been pissing my panties, screaming or running as fast as I could. But I was in a trance listening to his calm and steady voice tell me he would fuck me before draining my blood. Now, I knew what had happened to the people of this town all those years ago. No one would believe me that a vampire had killed all the residents and now lurks in the woods. Of course, I was not surviving to tell anyone either. I did not want to die, but I was helpless against a vampire in the dead of night in the middle of Podunk Ohio. He fingered my wet cunt as he sunk his teeth into the throbbing vein on my neck. As I came on his fingers, his fangs sunk into my flesh draining me of my blood. I felt my body go cold. I passed out, but I woke up. Had it been a dream? No. He spared me. Not my life, but me. He gave me internal life. I will now live with him in the middle of nowhere for eternity.

Worthless Whore

Snuff pornHave you ever been so obsessed with someone that you would do anything for them, even die?

I have such a strong desire for my son! I know it is wrong, these urges that I get. I know I am a worthless whore and I know that I need to free him of my whorish sins!

But I never expected it to end like this!

He found me in my secret room, my shrine to the perfect life I have created. The secret pictures I took of his young body as he grew, plastered the walls. His old cum stained underwear from when he first started masturbating lay on my pillow, pictures of his girlfriends with my face taped over theirs, all these things surround me in my room.

I turned to see him standing at the door in shock. I begged him to look away as I lay naked, my pussy dripping at the thought of him!

I grabbed his wrist and drop to my knees in front of him, begging him to end my suffering as a worthless whore obsessed with her son!

His cock was staring me right in the face and I begged him to grant me one last wish.

He agreed as I started sucking on his hard cock! He wrapped his fingers through my hair pulling me hard unto his cock as he fucked my worthless whore face, choking me with every inch!

I fell back on the floor exhausted as I handed him a knife, “Please”, I whimpered, “Please, cut my dripping cunt out of my body so that I can be done with this unending yearning!”

Even the pain from the stabbing made me want him and I knew that the only way to stop my desire for him would be to end my life!

As he dismembered my bleeding body, my tits, my twitching cunt, and finally, my head, he looked around the room and saw how much I desired him and he could not lose that love!

He heard my voice whisper in his head as he picked my lifeless mutilated body up and lay each piece in place in my bed. He covered the pieces in my prettiest nighty as he laid down next to me and fucked my lifeless body one last time!

It was only after I begged him to end my worthless whore life that I would get my sadistic desires fulfilled!

 

 

 

Sex with Dead Bodies Because a Heartbeat is Overrated

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A heartbeat is overrated. That is why I prefer sex with dead bodies. The dead do not spoon. The dead do not want to know how your day was. The dead do not cheat on you. The dead do not argue. The dead do not try to control you either. When I was a young girl, I was a serial killer in the making. I did not harm animals, though. It is not that I do not value life. I just so not value HUMAN life. And with the way the world is now, I value it even less and I did not think that was possible. Every week, I hunt a few trolls on the Internet and have some sex with dead bodies. It is so easy to catfish a troll, especially in times like these. Internet trolls are basically the same. Underachieving males who cannot get over how bad their lives turned out. Now, they are middle-aged, hiding behind a computer and feel threatened by strong dominant women. I have a fake profile. I am not on social media because I give a fuck what you had for dinner or what your fuck trophy did at school. I am on social media to stir up shit and hunt. Bruce was my latest victim. I had been watching him bully women for weeks who did not agree with him. He was easy to catfish. My fake profile does not look fake. I have years of pictures and over a thousand “friends.” Mostly losers like Bruce who troll women to make themselves feel better about their sorry little lives. I am not Pro-life. I will kill anyone at any age who gets on my nerves. But I chimed in that he was so right. Fed his tiny little ego while I plotted making his heart stop beating. We met up Friday night. He was repulsive. A fat fuck with a dick as small as his pea brain I was certain. I skipped the sex with dead bodies fun with him because even when I stopped his heart, he still grossed me out. He never saw it coming. I made him think he was getting some Goth pussy, but I gutted him like the pig he was instead. I castrated his loser balls too. He screamed like banshee. I will admit, my cunt got wet. Not from his screams. Not because of any necrophilia fun. My cunt got wet because I stopped the heartbeat of a complete loser and his heartbeat was overrated. Is yours?

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Fantasy Phone Sex Lover

fantasy phone sexI have some sexy fantasy phone sex callers. I love creative dominant men. Earlier this week, I was leaving a building after an appointment. I entered the elevator. Suddenly, I felt a chill. Just something felt off even though I was alone in the elevator. The lights flickered, the elevator shook, and I thought my off feeling was that the elevator was about to plummet me to my death. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. How could that be. I never saw a person in the elevator when I got in. He spoke. I turned around and there he was in front of me. A tall, dark, handsome and mysterious man. I gasped when I realized he had no reflection in the mirror on the ceiling of the elevator. I closed my eyes, opened them back up thinking I was hallucinating. He was still in front of me, still no reflection. I started to back up to push the emergency button. He showed his fangs. I knew what he was in that moment. I still thought maybe I was in some strange erotic dream. He told me I belong to him now. I was frozen in my spot. I felt fear and arousal at the same time. I did not want to die, but he was offering me immortality. And one last hard orgasm. A cum before death. It was not a choice for me. He was in control. I could fight and be vampire food, or I could give in, have the best orgasm of my life and live for eternity as a vampire. I chose the latter. I tilted my head to accept his fangs in my flesh. He was masturbating me as he slowly drank my blood. He showed restraint, so that I could cum. It was a hard cum. I begged to service him in immortality. He could have exsanguinated me; turned my body into dust. Instead, he drank just enough of my blood to turn me into his vampire lover for life. What is your snuff sex fantasy?

Necrophilia Phone Sex

necrophilia phone sexNecrophilia phone sex sounds wrong, but it is so right. My favorite men to fuck are dead ones. I am not taking about dead dudes who have been dead for days or years. I am not THAT sick.  I am talking about killing them and fucking them seconds later while their cocks are still hard, they still look good and they do not smell. It is no secret I hate most men. I hate most people. But I am still a woman with sexual needs. What I do is hunt men who get my pussy wet just looking at them. I like tall dark and handsome men. That is until they open their mouths. If I could just find a mute stud. Dirk was my latest victim. Even though I met him at a Goth bar, he was just a poser. He was not really the strong, silent brooding type. We got to his place to fuck and he was talking about love and relationships. I just wanted his dick, so I slit his throat to shut him the fuck up. I made him stroke it for me first, so it was erect when I killed him. I got behind him and he thought I was going to help stroke his dick for him. I slit his throat, then hopped on his hard cock. His blood was splattering on my chest and face as I bounced up and down his hard dick. He was making gurgling sounds but eventually went mute because I was wearing most of his blood. His body was still warm. His cock was still hard although the rest of his body was limp from death. He fucked me better dead than he could have alive. His death was not in vain. He gave me the best cum in a while. Sex with dead bodies is always hotter.

Not For You Lover Boy

Maybe you like the idea of a evil cunt for a girlfriend, and have a masochistic side, or maybe the accomplice kind of sadistic side. I am always up for a partner in crime and mayhem. I just won’t be your vanilla loving girlfriend. I will get my way if you even think of trying. I derive my pleasure from the torture and pain of others. I am an evil bitch and you best understand that because that orgasm will get ruined if you expect the simple vanilla love bullshit from me. I punctured one fucktards balls earlier that thought he would get a loving feeling from me. With an evil laugh my stiletto went into his sack. I then used my pointy fucking heel in that penis hole. Ever have your penis hole fucked with cold steel. Mmm… I think you should give it a try, and while your at it slam your ball sack in the door for me also. I would be very happy. Another one even expected me to fucking enjoy fucking him in front of his wife. Well, yeah ok, that ain’t too bad as long as she was being tortured as it happened. I expect the torture to her death kind, and that would make me turned on enough to fuck some pathetic norm.

Sadistic Phone Sex

Necrophilia Phone Sex Funeral

I always love being around the dead more than the living. I met my boyfriend through my obsession of funerals and the preparations of the dead bodies. I often listened to the scanner waiting to hear about an homicide or suicide. I love Murder and Necrophilia phone sex feeds my needs. It was a common occurrence for me to befriend the undertaker or funeral director and get in the morgue to help out. I Love Morticians. I was going to study to be one but my misbehavior as a teen screwed up my college admittance, well the ability to receive any funding. I was caught with drugs, had DUI’s and even caught digging up a freshly buried body of a Priest to do obscene things to. It’s what I love. So I started hanging around the mortuary and funeral homes around me. I also managed to get a job in the Hospital where I could be down in the Morgue. I’m in love with death and I loved preparing the dead bodies for their funeral preparations. I would get the stiff males and fuck them before washing them and setting up the drainage tubes. I love a dead stiff cock in my cunt. So it goes to say that I have no issues when I feel the need to snuff some loser out for my own jollies. I really love to lure them in, get them excited and ride their hard cocks as the poison they ingested sets in. I love this one that puts them right into rigor mortis making their cocks rock hard. I love fucking guys as they turn blue. Sex with dead bodies is the ultimate high for me, especially as I get to tweaking out on some form of heroin or crack. I love to fuck the dead.

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Necrophilia Phone Sex Snuff Slut

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You probably like your women alive and well so they can do dirty things to you, but have you ever thought about what it would be like if they couldn’t? Just trust me – necrophilia phone sex is so much sexier than you could ever have imagined. Maybe you’re having a sub/dom session and your little choking game goes a little further than you intended for it to. If you’re being honest, though, maybe you did intend for it to go that far. She was not doing a very good job of being submissive and you just wanted her to be quiet.
If you choke her all the way out, if you know what I mean, she won’t be able to talk back to you. She won’t be able to say no to any of your desires. You get to be fully in charge of the situation. You can slide your thick cock into her ass with no lube if you want to, and there’s nothing she can do or say. She can’t complain about how it hurts. But maybe what you really want to do is fuck her face and not have to deal with her gagging. You’re in charge and you can do anything you want. Let’s talk about it.

Destruction In The Hospital

Medical Fetish Phone sex

 

I let myself in the morgue with the keycard I had swiped from you. On text in front of a dead body and you knew your medical phone sex fantasies just got real. I unzipped your daughter’s body bag after I pulled her out of the freezer. Did you do this to her? Were you the reason she lay cold and stiff on this slab? Her pussy was mangled, and I knew that someone had forced a cock way to big inside her. But on second thought this happened after she was dead.  I laughed and it echoed off the morgue walls, You couldn’t fuck her in life but you sure got that pussy the second she arrived down here for you. I begin looking for other young ones and discovered sloppy stitch jobs on cunts and asses. Even an old lady and other women had been penetrated after death. You are one sick bastard! I love it. I grabbed a scalpel off the table and sliced your daughters little clitty off. I added a piece of her heart after I found the chest spreader. I was making you a voodoo box of her so you could always have a piece of her near you after a long day’s work of sex with dead bodies!

Necrophilia at its finest you sick fuck! But my cunt is wet and ready for you all over again.

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies is safer right now. Think about it. A dead body cannot cough or sneeze. I prefer stiffs any day, even before this virus. Too many stupid men. Sure, I might see a good looking man with a big cock, but he speaks and ruins it. This week I had some moron call me for a forced fuck call. I asked him if he wanted to be castrated and the loser was like well, I guess I just wasted money. Yeah, mother fucker, you did. That is what happens when you do not read. I am a sadistic. No one fucks me against my will. No one fucks me who I do not want to fuck me ever. The two men in my life who tried to take what did not belong to them ended up not only meeting my inner Lorena Bobbitt, but they ended up dickless stiffs in the morgue too. I do not mess around and I do not compromise. I am not a people pleaser. I am not here for you. You are here for me. Men just fuck everything up, so when I am horny and yes, I get horny, just not as often as most women, I go to the morgue. I find a fresh hung cadaver, hop on and take a ride. The dick is stiff, the body is warm, and the mouth is shut. I have been known to kill a man just to fuck him because he said something that made me kill him. I am not a tolerant person. I am not a warm fuzzy person either. I do not need romance. On rare occasions, I need a stiff dick. It just does not matter to me if that cock is attached to a breathing body or not. Just remember, if you are stupid enough to try to explore your rape phone sex fantasies with me as your victim, you will at the least lose your dick, but you will most likely end up dead. Some of the best cocks in my life have been attached to dead bodies.