I fucking love it when I walk into work and see new toe tags. I immediately strip naked and explore all my new dead playmates. Letting my fingers slowly drape across their cold dead bodies. I begin rubbing my already sopping wet cunt with my free hand. So many cocks to play with. Willing faces with open mouths to grind my pussy on. Grabbing them by their hair as I cum all over their faces. Riding lifeless cocks and having playtime with some cunts that never say no. Yeah, I’m a necrophilia phone sex whore. I fucking love both of my jobs. I get to have as much sex with these corpses as I want, and then I get to talk to you and tell you all about my day at work. What could be better than that? Welcome to my dark world.
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New Toe Tags Means Fresh Dead Meat
Fucking The Dead
Sitting alone at your laptop looking at pics of dead bodies and jacking your cock raw? Something about their cold lifeless bodies really turns you the fuck on doesn’t it? Knowing that it’s so taboo and you couldn’t dare tell any of your friends about your weird fetish. It must get very lonely not having anyone to share in your enthusiasm over fucking the dead. I knew at an early age that being a mortician was exactly what I wanted to do when I grew up. I’ve had the hots for cold dead corpses for as long as I can remember. I love getting naked as soon as I get to work. I put on some music, lock the door and fuck my way through the room. Every day is different. Different bodies, different fuck toys to do whatever I want to with them No one will ever know what really goes on here. Curious? Call me and I may share some of my gory details with you.
Necrophilia phone sex
I am held hostage to my new master. He napped me from a club while I was with friends. He took me to a secret place of his that was in the middle of no where. He got me naked and tied my body up. I looked around me and saw little bodies that were pale and not moving. They were covered in blood. He asked me if I liked their little holes and what he had done with them.
He took his cock out and started ramming it in the tinniest girl I saw. She did not look dead like the others. She seemed like she was hanging on her last little line of life. He fucked her cunt hard and deep and put his hands around her neck. I heard it cracking and popping as he was blowing his load inside of her. I hope I am not next.
Murder Phone Sex Fantasies On My Mind
Coming in to work at this morgue and looking over all of these dead bodies begins to give me some murder phone sex fantasies of my own. This makes my pussy so wet. I grab a cold dead hand and begin to rub my pussy. Sticking his stiff fingers in and out my wet sticky cunt, then licking them clean. I love the taste of my pussy, especially off of cold dead anything. Cocks, fingers, cold dead lips. Grabbing his hand again, I begin to massage my pussy, sliding his fingers slowly in an out of my dripping wet pussy. I tilt my head back and begin to imagine my own little killing spree. What would I use? A gun? Too easy and quick. I have all sorts of medical instruments I can easily use. Maybe you could bring me someone I could play with. I want it to last for hours. No one but us will know. It can be our dirty little secret. Oh, how you’ll get off watching the beast inside of me unleashed on some poor unsuspecting victim. Give me my fantasy!
Sex with Dead Bodies
Sex with dead bodies is better than it sounds. I don’t date. I am not exactly the type of girl who excels in the online dating bullshit. I am a sadistic bitch. I have dark fantasies. I hate most people. I don’t look at men with googly eyes like most girls. I see a man and I just wonder if he is accomplice material or victim material. I don’t often look at a guy and say, “Damn, I’d like to fuck him.” But, I am a woman, with needs like any other woman. I have a mortician friend who lets me know when a fresh body comes in with what I need. What I don’t need is a small dick or romantic bullshit. I am like a praying mantis female. After sex, I just assume bite my lover’s head off than cuddle. Men only serve a purpose when they are helping me kill. My friend let’s me know if a man comes into the morgue with rigor mortis in the right places. I come in ride the donkey until I cum. I get off and I don’t feel the need to bite the head off my lover. He can’t say anything annoying. He can’t attempt to cuddle or do small talk. Ideally, I prefer to kill them myself. It is more satisfying, but the problem with that is sometimes my desire for a nice cock is gone when the loser it is attached too begs for mercy and shit. At the morgue, it is just a hard cock. I hop on and hop off and a corpse can’t kill the mood like a live victim. My ideal lover is one who is willing to die for my sexual pleasure. Is that you? You most have a big cock and a desire to die quietly.
Mr. Pest Control
I was taking a shower this afternoon when unexpectedly I heard my front door open. I cringed in fear, not expecting any visitors and absolutely not expecting anyone who wouldn’t obviously knock first. Seeing the shadow of a large man wandering around my place, I knew I had to spring into action. I slipped out of my shower and into my kitchen, grabbing my favorite knife- just recently sharpened for some playtime I enjoyed with one of my callers. Without thinking of anything besides survival, I lunged at the man and began stabbing him over and over again- bringing him to the ground. The thrill of snuffing someone out really took hold and I got a little crazy, stabbing him over 80x in a frenzy. Once I came to my senses and realized what I had done, it turned me on. I knew I had a body to play with for awhile and have some fun. Noticing of course at this point that it wasn’t a home invader but just the poor pest control man that I had forgotten was coming by today. Oh well! I turned him over, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his giant cock which had already started swell. I sucked on it for a little while, slicing off his testicles and lapping up the blood like a lioness. I pulled his tongue out of his mouth and cut it off quickly with a pair of scissors, taking it to my wet cunt and teasing my clit with the dead man’s saliva soaked organ. I made a quick mold of his cock with plaster after I had sucked it hard enough- a trophy to enjoy later, once the fun of rigamortis had ended eventually. I promptly climbed on top of him and road his cock until I had the ultimate orgasm. Now I’ve got this body left over to enjoy for a bit but I’m running short on ideas of what to do next. Wanna help a girl out?
Sex With Dead Bodies
Do you fantasize about having sex with dead bodies as much as I do? For me, it’s not just a fantasy. My career as a mortician allows me to really live out my fantasies making them my reality. Cold dead bodies are so hot! I bet you envy me and my job don’t you? Well you shouldn’t. You can join in on all the fun anytime you want. I’m here for you and our secret desires. There’s no reason to be ashamed of what you really want to do to these corpses. You have no idea how good they feel. And of course they NEVER object to anything we want to do to them. I have some fresh new kills in here that I think you would really enjoy. There’s no limits to our fun.
My Last Babysitting Job
I had just sat down to watch some television after putting the two little angels to bed when I heard a meek little scream come from their bedroom. Assuming a nightmare was just taking place, I sort of brushed it off for just a moment before hearing the second scream. I rushed up the staircase and that’s when I saw you with your cock shoved inside her tiny face, skull fucking her through her eye socket while her small body limply hung off your dick. Her even tinier little sister already ripped in two in her cradle. As soon as our eyes locked, I knew I was next. I ran downstairs and grabbed a knife to try to protect myself with but you threw me to the ground quickly and disarmed me without an issue. You threw me to my knees and made me suck the little one’s brain matter off of your uncut penis which left much flavor to savor. You took your belt off, wrapped it around my neck as I begged for my life. You made me suck your cock while you choked me to death. What a mess for their parent’s had to clean up, right?
I Love Cold Dead Bodies
They say find something you love doing and you’ll never work a day in your life. I fucking love my job. Wanna know why? It allows me all the Necrophilia Phone Sex I want. I can’t help it. I just love cold dead bodies. It’s such a fucking turn on. Nobody else ever wants to come in here so the morgue is like my sanctuary. It’s the one place that I can be sick and twisted self and no one will bother me. The first thing I do is strip naked. Then, I carefully inspect the findings of the day. There’s so much beauty in death. My pussy immediately gets moist at the sights. I wanna smell them, taste them. Feeling their cold flesh against my lips. The taste of them on my tongue. I grab cold stiff fingers and shove them up my hot wet cunt. Finger fucking myself with corpse digits.
I wonder what tonight will bring me. I can’t wait.
Worthless Annoying Cunts
Worthless annoying cunts really deserve the beat down and torture sex that fuels my darkest of addictions. Snuffing out some bitch with my bare hands is such an exhilarating experience that I cannot help but crave the feel of her body going limp. I want a big cock in my cunt, preferably that bitches boyfriend while I am finishing her off. I get so god damned wet that to have my cunt pounded good at the very moment I gash her fucking eyes out just really builds me up with the most intense orgasm.
I will need to add that this doesn’t mean I am restricting such to worthless cunts only as I get really fucking hot snuffing some fuckhead out as I fuck his loser cock but that loser cock has to be at least 10 fucking inches to really fuel my darkest need to feel him cum in me at the very second the last of his life expels.