Strangulation phone sex is meant to be savored like a fine wine, you really shouldn’t rush it. My friend Mr B really understands that, that’s why we have so much fun together. See, Mr B really enjoys sex with dead bodies but he is very discriminating, he would never just take any old body off the street, he has to be involved every step of the way. You see he likes to pick out a nice young girl and stalk her for a while (this time we found a cute little whore named Becka) and when he has learned her routine we step in and snatch that whore. This stupid bitch was ridiculously easy to kidnap, I just walked up behind her and pressed my knife into her back and told her to come with me. She didn’t say a word as I led her away, it was like she was trained to be a slave, all she did was tremble and look down at the floor! I think she knew what her fate was and chose to accept it… or she was just a really weak willed bitch, either way it was almost too easy to bring her back to my place and restrain her. Once she was laying there naked, chained down to the table and unable to move we started in with the real fun. Mr B likes to wrap his hands around his victim’s neck and slowly squeeze, he never beats them or tortures them because he likes their bodies to be unmarked, the only bruises he wants to see are the ones on her neck. He will choke her unconscious and then stop, he lets her come back from the brink of death again and again until finally she dies. That is when Mr B starts getting really excited, he can’t get hard for live girls, only dead ones get his motor running and now that Becka has died all he can think about is fucking her. I left them alone then, he was lost in his game and had no further need of me… until the next time…
Tag: sex with dead bodies
You need to take strangulation phone sex slowly
The Making of a Teen Rape Porn
She looked so sweet when I saw her cry. Very yummy indeed. Her chest heaving with each raspy breath. The ropes were nice and tight, I can say if I am good at anything it is tying knots. I brought in her young one and she almost came unglued. Angry muffled sounds behind that tape across her mouth. A swift blow of my baseball bat cured her anger. At least the little one was calm. But not for long. I laid her down in the middle of the room and chained her to the rings on the concrete floor. Drain under her mid section. Starting with her pretty little face I stated to carve and peel. The blood was amazing. The more she cried the more blood there was. Mommy almost passed out from the blow to her head and emotional ordeal. When my carving was done I turned to my sad little mommy and painted her in her daughters blood. What a wonderful way to spend your daughter’s birthday, helping her make a snuff teen rape porn. I turned and pulled out the hammer and nails.
Bloody Phone Sex with Venus: Happy Valentine’s Day to Me
Be my bloody Valentine? I’m not a roses and candy kind of girl. I don’t want to watch The Notebook or Titanic. I don’t want to go to a fancy restaurant. I want to stalk, kidnap, torture and kill. I’m lucky, that I have so many men in my life that would rather give me a dead bitch than roses. One such sweetheart gave me a lovely present today. He booked us a romantic cabin in the woods. I knew John was up to something. He knows I’m not a typical romance kind of girl. I played along. The cabin was decorated with rose petals everywhere. A bottle of Pappy Van Winkle (about the best bourbon around) was on the coffee table. And, a trail of blood led to the bathroom.
Like a little girl on an Easter egg hunt, I followed the blood drops. There I found my present. This blonde whore who called me a freak a couple weeks ago when John and I were getting gas. I would have snuffed the bitch out right there if it had not been so public. But he loves me so. He went back, kidnapped her, and has had her on ice since then, waiting to give her to me today. She was bound, gagged, barely alive in the heart shaped tub waiting for me. Best Valentine gift ever. I looked over to the left and saw a table with all my favorite torture instruments. He knows how to turn me on. Normally, I take time to kill a victim. Savor the moment, but I had a romantic idea. I grabbed my big field knife, designed to gut deer and other large animals, shoved it in her belly and slit her wide open. Watched her blood, intestines and entrails spill out in the heart shaped tub.
John tossed her carcass to the side, we got in the tub and fucked in her bloody innards. Covered in her blood and guts, we came so hard. Very romantic. Best Valentine’s Day present ever. What would you give me on such a romantic day to prove your love? John set the bar high; so you better bring your A game or I might just gut you too.
Family Dinner
It started off as such a pleasant dinner, until my friend’s daughter decided to get all sassy with me. I suppose she had no idea who she was talking to, and I quickly showed her that no one talks to me that way. My friend and husband knew exactly what I was going to do, as they saw me tightly gripping the carving knife. What’s some blood with our ham, I thought. Right before of course I slit that little whore’s throat right there in my formal dining room. No one even flinched or said a word, this was how most events go with my family, my husband sighed and moved the girl out of his way on his way to get seconds of the delicious dinner I had cooked. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself; my family knows what a short temper I have and how I (regularly) like to take it out on ‘unsuspecting’ girls. May they be my newest neighbor or the girl who cut me off on the highway earlier. I always get my revenge. And then I do something some might deem as ‘worse’… but it’s my very favorite part of this entire process and I couldn’t go even two days without my lips tasting the pussy of a very cold and lifeless girl. I love the power I get watching her life drain out of her eyes, it turns me on so much I always have to excuse myself to take care of business with my latest victim. Sure I like the ones who struggle and beg too, but the quiet ones are when I get the most pleasure. I have the power, I control them, and there is not a damn thing they can or will do about it! Wanna hear all the dirty details to how my dinners go normally? I’m not afraid to share…
Necrophilia Phone Sex: One last Fuck
I can’t let it go, I mean sex was so fucking good with him. He was just over at my place the other night and we had a hot session of him overpowering me and making me his ragdoll. I get so fucking wet when he manhandled me like that. And his cock, was perfect, I couldn’t get enough of it. I wonder how his cock was affected by his death.
Well I had to find out, and so I snuck into the funeral home that was hosting his body for the viewing in the morning. It certainly was not going to be an easy feat except I had a little inside assistance. I slipped into the back basement door where a key was hidden nearby. I slipped on a headlamp and crept through the creepy morgue and past the crematorium. I found the room where the casket was and opened them until I found Frankie’s.
Oh he looked smashing in a dead placid flesh sorta way. I grabbed a step stool and started opening his fly to see how hard Frankie boy was in his death. I have always wondered what it would be like to crawl in a casket and fuck a dead guy. You can play the rest out with me, or maybe we can go out and dig up a grave and get some real dirty necrophilism on. You wanna fuck the dead to don’t you? Can you imagine her decaying flesh under you and how that decaying cunt would feel around your dick?
I Watched For Weeks
I followed him for weeks watching in the wings as he picked them out, kidnapped them and them took them to his special spot in the woods and snuffed them after living out his rape fantasies. He was brutal and didn’t do any two the same. That is what kept me coming back for more. I couldn’t wait to see what he would do next. He killed them like a pro, each time using a different method. Sometimes he would strangle them, sometimes he would suffocate them, sometimes he would slice their throats. One thing for sure he always caused the maximum amount of pain, making them beg for mercy. His laugh carried on the night air and sent shivers of ecstasy through my body. From my hiding place I would cum with him and close my eyes dreaming that he would find me and let me join him. Knowing that if he did find me I might be next. He always carried them off to a different spot dumping them in a place where he knew they would be found quickly. I made sure to be there when they were found scanning the crowd looking for him. He was always there too. I wondered if he noticed that my face was in the crowd of on lookers at every scene. Once I thought he made eye contact and smiled making me cum on the spot.. I know if he gets caught I will send him love letters in jail telling him how much I admire and adore him. I might even be brave enough to try to talk him into letting me visit him so that I can fuck myself on the other side of the glass while we talk through the phone.
Evil phone sex with Ivy
I’ve known this bitch for 4 years. Four agonizing bullshit years. She’s an ex of one of my Fuck buddies and she’s the current girlfriend of one of my best friends. She’s a backstabbing, two faced, lying stupid bitch. You know, I am too, but at least I admit it. The other day I decided I just could handle no more. The dumb cunt thinks we’re friends, so I invited her to the bar. We had a few beers, a couple last laughs. She sang karaoke and it made me realize I wasn’t doing this just for myself, but for every poor fucker that ever had to hear her sing! We headed out to the car for a celebratory smoke when she was done her God-Awful song, and as I passed her the joint, I laughed. She looked at me curiously and when I didn’t explain myself, she asked what was so funny. “You know,” I chuckled. “I’m really going to miss this.” I felt a tingling in my loins as I said this and realized I was soaking my panties through to the driver’s seat. “Are you moving?” she asked, with so much desperation in her voice that I almost changed my mind about what I was about to do.
She smiled a crooked little smile with her jagged yellow snaggle teeth that immediately reinforced my decision. I took a hit as I took the switchblade from the center console. I passed her the doobie, gripped the steering wheel and silently came so fucking hard, just looking at the fear in her eyes. “You’re a shit mother, Fawn.” I told her as I pressed the cool blade to her throat. “you treat your kids like garbage and your boyfriend even worse” I started slowly dragging the blade towards myself, digging into her warm clammy skin. I’d just sharpened the blade today and I saw a thin line of blood coming from her. I was so wet. “Hand me the j or I’ll stab you in the fucking eye” She did as I asked and I inhaled, holding the smoke in for a short moment. I leaned over as if to give her a kiss, and my hand pushed the blade into her jugular. I slowly breathed the smoke into the wound, licking the blood afterwards.
It was coming fast and in beautiful rhythm. “You’re a two faced lying cuntbag” I whispered into her ear. I brought the knife to her heart and plunged it in. “you disgust me, Fawn. You think you’re so much better than everyone.” Twisted the knife. “But you know what, bitch?” I stabbed her in the chest, “You” in the throat, “ain’t” in the cunt “shit” I fucked her in the twat as I continued lapping at her blood. “Any last words?” The life was quickly draining from her eyes, as fast as the blood was draining from her limp body. Her throat gurgled with bubbles of blood. I laughed. “No, then?” She whimpered one last time and slumped down in the passenger’s seat. I grabbed her tongue from her still warm mouth and slipped it out between her lifeless lips. I fingered my pussy, thinking of how I’d ride that stiff tongue after the rigor set in. I came hard and fast, squirting hard and sucking more blood from her wounds. I put the blade in my pocket, got out of the car and slammed the door. I’d figure out what to do with the body later.
Right now, “Helter Skelter” was calling my name from the stage.
Snow Storm
Its cold outside. And I have to admit. I do have one thing I love to do when it is frozen and cold. I love to visit this little lake in the woods. It has to be the PERFECT weather. When it is icy cold AND going to freeze overnight. That is when it is perfect. I have been waiting for months for the perfect storm! Waiting for the weather to to be warm enough in the day to melt the ice. BUT cold enough at night to freeze it over. So I was SUPER excited today when I saw the weather. I have a list of possible victims for just this occasion! But I already knew who I was going to take. There is this little bitch down the street. She thinks she is all that. And she is always saying, “That is so hot” or “Isn’t that hot” Every fucking sentence. I would just ignore her, but she is my local rep to order parts for the store. I have to talk to her several times a day. And I just can’t take it anymore. I called my friend Ryan over. I snatched the little slut right from her bed. I let Ryan have fun with her first. Ryan beat her. Then fucked EVERY single hole. She was crying and begging for him to stop, but that just turned him on more! I loved watching Ryan rip her open! And when he was done…it was my turn. I drug her out to the lake. I placed her neck deep in the water. And waited. The cold water turned her lips blue. And they swelled up. She looked so pretty. The paler she got. The wetter I got. I watched all night as she slowly froze to death. As the pleas turned to whimpers. As she froze. Her tears looked like frozen water flowing down her checks. So pretty. It was so pretty Ryan had to stroke off one last time looking at her. The last thing she will ever know… is she is dying while cum is poring over her. I love it!
A tortured night
Nothing is drive my desire than unbridled sex. I get off more with a good dead stiff. I used to cruise the scanner looking for perfect accident scenes where I could catch a glimpse of a dead fuck. As time passed my mind became more creative and needed my own fix . I wanted to see what it was like to have someone die by my own hands. So I plotted and thought out the most despicable plan to torture my victims.
it started off I would cruise around looking for lost souls that needed warmth and guidance. When I had them in my grasp I through my plan into action. I would drug them till they were floating in and out of conciseness where they were just of the brink of going into the light. That’s when I could just push them over the edge with a injection of sodium chloride and continue on my feat.
Do you think you can hold up to my desires of drunken dead men and rough sex? Come join me in my journey of sex with dead bodies.
Torture Sex with Reagan * Sick Lies
Red hot and white tongues devour the foundation as I wait patiently for it to crumble. No one will know how you defied me. No one but me. This is the true fire that will burn. You were sick, and we compatible. Teased me with your submission, needed me with your submission. Now you burn as I do. I had to have it my way. You knew this. There was no other way. You lied as you begged for my pain. You lied because you told me I was beautiful. So I burned it to the ground. You fed my animal, and I caught the hunter. But you defied me. Only one last word I allowed as I sharpened my knife and poured the gas. Now I go on through this night, burning. Stench of your lies. I lived to break your will.
Sick * In This Moment
Is it sick of me
To need control of you
Is it sick to make
You beg the way I do
Is it sick of me
To want you crawling on your knees
Is it sick to say
I want you biting down on me
Are you sick like me
Am I beautiful
As I tear you to pieces
Am I beautiful
Even at my ugliest, you always say
I’m beautiful
As you tear me to pieces
You are beautiful
Even at your ugliest, I always say
You’re beautiful and sick like me
Is it sick of me
To feed the animal in you
Is it sick to say
I tease the hunter like I do
Is it sick of me
To watch the wicked way you thrill
Is it sick to say
That I live to break your will
