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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.

Torture sex with the living dead makes my pussy gush

Torture sex Torture sex is just the beginning of our evil fun. My Master Daddy’s evil magick is so powerful that he can raise the dead. It doesn’t matter if they are freshly killed or have been dead for a while; they can come back into his hands. He controls them like they are his lap dog, and I get the fuck out of them. I definitely like them better the fresher they are, but Master Daddy really enjoys watching me with a rotted corpse.
The gorier the better! He wants the corpse not just oozing out of his cock but everywhere else too. He loves the look of disgust on my face when I have a rotted cock in my mouth. He says it makes better Snuff movies.
And since I am a good actress, I take that dead dick with a fetishized intensity, my tongue writhing against the squishy flesh as I suck it to rigidity. The necrotic phallus feels like unyielding rubber, coated in a vile, tingling slime. The taste is of dirt, blood, and decay. It makes my pussy throb as I service the undead horde.
I impale myself upon its ghoulish prick, my tight pussy clenching around the stiff shaft. My pussy warms his cold, dead prick, and I know how good it feels for him because my pussy won’t stop gushing! His dead flesh is orgasmic and exciting all at the same time! As I ride the reanimated corpse to orgasm, the snuff film captures every quiver, every scream of rapture. And then I give them their end, and pulling that trigger makes me cum unlike anything else!

Some Snuff Movies are Real and I Can Tell the Difference

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. Sometimes I see movies, and I recognize a girl. A girl like me made this sort of snuff flick for money. And I know they are fake. But then occasionally, I will see one with a girl that I knew from the circuit who just disappeared. I never saw her again. And it left me wondering if I watched a real snuff flicks like 8 mm.

I decided to do a little sleuthing recently with the Help of a guy I party with. About five years ago, I met this young runaway named Abby. Hooking on the street proved too dangerous for her. One guy broke her arm. And another one broke her jaw. Snuff films might get rough, but nobody would break her bones or steal her money. Plus, she could make a lot more money just doing one snuff porn every couple weeks than she could probably in a month of hooking on the streets.

Then she just disappeared. And I feared one of her Johns killed her. I thought maybe she went back to prostitution until I saw the snuff film that looked so real. And she was the star. My party friend and I did some sleuthing, and it led us to this underground snuff studio that I never even knew existed. But now I know why. It’s for private collectors.

Sometimes, I Recognize a Girl in a Snuff Film Who I Never Saw Again

Men pay good money for a one and done film. That’s just a way of saying that it was a real snuff film and the victim did not survive. I don’t know how Abby ended up here, but I felt somewhat responsible for leading her into the world of snuff because I thought it would be safer for her. But I inadvertently caused her death.

I still wanted to know who was behind the snuff studio, though. So, I did some more sleuthing. And I almost got myself killed. It led me to this guy who used to work with my very violent ex master who kept a bunch of young girls and sex slaves, then killed them when he no longer had use for them.

But I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. And this guy worked for my master as his right-hand man. He supposedly took care of the bodies for master. But apparently, he let a few of them live long enough to sell them to the highest bidder and make a snuff movie with them, letting the private collector kill her.

I Can Help You Make a Real Snuff Film

He caught me snooping around, and I saw that look in his eye. I feared I would be next. But I am scrappy. I’ve been on my own since my teens. I survived an abusive father. And I survived life on the streets. Then I survived snuff sex movies and my former master. So, I knew I could survive this guy too. I made a deal. But first, I explained how I ended up at his studio. And I told him he needed to hide his identity better since I found him in a few days.

I explained that I could help him find the talent for his snuff movie operation. And I could help him better hide his tracks. If his former partner, my former master, ever discovered that he did not instantly do away with the girls he ordered him to kill he would end up dead too. And he knew that was true. So now I have a new partner in crime. And we are going to make beautiful violent one and done real snuff flicks together. So, if you need a certain talent for your violent perverted needs, I know I can find you the right starlet,

Take Me To Rena’s Kidnapping Snuff Phone Sex Fantasy

snuff phone sex renaMy snuff phone sex fantasy this weekis a twisted and dark one, filled with taboo desires and extreme pleasure. It all starts with me, dressed in my sexiest lingerie, where my ass is banging and my tits are young and perky.  You have me in the old warehouse far away from town, stroking your cock hard on way over as I was bound and gagged in the back.

“Are you ready for this?” You ask softly as you approach me. Your voice sends shivers down my spine despite myself; there’s something about your presence that excites me beyond belief. I nod eagerly, unable to tear my eyes away from the blade or suppress a small moan at the thought of what’s about to happen.

You begin by cutting off my bra slowly, revealing my perky breasts tied tightly together with red ribbons – symbolizing passion and sacrifice. As you move downwards towards my panties covered crotch area where I am achingly aroused already from anticipation alone ,I can feel myself getting wetter by the second . “Please,” I whisper hoarsely as you slice through them too ,freeing my most intimate parts completely exposed for your viewing pleasure .

Without further ado ,you push two fingers deep inside me causing intense pleasure mixed with pain coursing through every nerve ending . “Oh god yes!” I cry out loud as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me . You then lean down and take one of my nipples into your mouth ,sucking hard while using your free hand to stroke my clit rhythmically until I’m on the brink of orgasm . Just when I think it can’t get any better ,you pull away from me suddenly causing a sharp pang in my chest where you had been sucking so intensely .

“No! Please don’t stop!” I beg but you ignore my pleas as you move behind me and position yourself between my legs. The anticipation is killing me as I feel the cold steel against my wet folds before finally penetrating deep inside with one swift thrust . It hurts but it feels so good at the same time; an indescribable mix between pain and ecstasy coursing through every cell in my body . As we begin our twisted dance together ,I can feel myself getting closer to climax again despite being violated in such a way

Sadistic phone sex doesn’t stop after they’re dead

Sadistic phone sex Sadistic phone sex gives you the nasty truth you’ve been holding in. Let it go, after all, you found me, and I am here to help. So now we have a bunch of little darlings to play with, each looking at us desperately. Too bad that is a huge turn on for both of us.
I want your cock thick with their mucus. I’ll guide it into each of their mouth, and if they don’t act like good little sluts, they get my blade. A nice slice on a pretty little eye always does the trick. I know you like to take your time with them, but I want to get knee deep in blood. I can’t help myself, and we have so many anyway. I need some of the other little slave whores to watch me saw their friend’s head off. The screams themselves are enough for me to cum.
Her soft, tiny neck will cut like hot butter with my brand new machete; it will happen so quickly. That’s why I’ll use my rusty blade on the most annoying of the sluts. The loudest bitch out of the group is perfect for it. I’ll take my time with her, and you can shoot a load on her face right before she dies. Oh, those squelching sounds are so sweet, and the blood mixed with your cum is even better, creme de la creme of Torture sex, Daddy! I’ll get your cock hard again because Momma wants to see your P. Cock fuck her neck stump.

The Final Breath

 

Home invasion phone sex Home invasion phone sex Made my pussy twitch with anticipation when I did the first call, so imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes and you were standing over top of me, holding your thick stiff cock, if you scream bitch, I will end your existence! You looked so evil and intimidating I wouldn’t dare open my mouth, I began to shake as you dragged your knife down my chest to cut off my bra, then down my stomach, around to my hips cutting the strings on the sides of my panties, I am trembling with fear as you spread my legs, your thick cock is hard as steel when you enter my dripping wet cunt, it might be the biggest cock I have ever had, I can feel my hole being stretched and ripped as you drill my pussy, your hands around my throat squeezing so hard I can’t swallow, every stroke your grip tightens, I am cumming so hard but I start to panic when your firm grip remains, the quicker the thrust the harder you squeeze, gasping for air and clawing at your hands, your eyes are empty and black as you watch me take my final breath, as my world goes dark you shoot the biggest cum shot in my lifeless cunt. 

Murder, Blood, And Sex

Killer Phone Sex

I love killer phone sex, i thought as I rand the blade of my knife down her clothes. Her breath was coming out in short gasps as I cut away her clothes. She whimpered when i dug the tip of the knife in her flat chest. I licked the small stream of blood that ran down her chest. My gothic teen pussy was so wet. My boyfriend was watching me as I giggled and cut her up like the crazy murder whore I was. I loved how bright and red her blood was on her pale pink skin. I slit her throat for my savage murder phone sex fantasy and laughed as her eyes went wide and she gurgled and choked on her own blood before dying.

Knife Play Phone Sex

I pulled my boyfriend over to me and put his fat satanic cock in my mouth and started sucking him off as he laid on her dead body. I loved the smell of sex and death it made my tight teen pussy drip with my creamy slutty juices. I slid my wet little pussy on his cock and rode him like the psycho slut I was. Wen he came into my litte pussy I screamed and we covered her dead body with my cunt juice.

 

Home Invasion Phone Sex Waking Up To Hard Cock

Home Invasion Phone SexHome Invasion Phone Sex – why does this make my pussy a sloppy wet mess?  I close my eyes and wake up to you over me with your hand around my beck eyes staring at me with intent. You press your face against mine forcing me to kiss you, a stranger who just came into my house.

As our lips part, I whisper in your ear, “You’re mine now. Every inch of you belongs to me.” His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves and contours of your muscles. He searches to find the sensitive spots that make me shiver with pleasure. Chills radiate from my cunt throughout my body. I’m still scared but turned the fuck on at the same time.

You take your time exploring every nook and cranny, making sure I feel completely exposed and at your mercy. Your cock throbs against  me as you start to tie me up. its restraints, desperate for release. But I’m not ready to give it to you yet.

Instead,  youmove down my body, kissing and licking every inch of skin until you reach  my cunt. Licking and sucking. You then move back up and force your cock into my mouth.  It’s pulsing with need as I wrap my lips around it, taking it deep into my throat. You groan in ecstasy as I suck and lick you like a starving woman.

But even this isn’t enough for you. You want more control over me in my own home and bed than just sucking your cock can give you. So you pull back and grab a nearby toy – a thick dildo designed to stretch tight holes wide open without any mercy or forgiveness whatsoever!

With one swift motion, it slides right inside those cheeks so perfectly round they look almost too good be true you mumble to yourself.  The sound alone sends shivers down both our spines; me from pure agony mixed bliss while you are about to explode and then leave me used and worthless in my own bed?

As you finish and walk out, you tell me that won’t be the last my pretty little ass rape porn gets destroyed, “Be ready for me anytime.”

Medical fetish phone sex turns deadly for our little toy

Medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex is brutal when you have a wicked nurse who will do whatever you desire. She seduces innocent victims and delivers them to the clutches of the most insatiable, sadistic Doctor in the land. A horned-up mad scientist bent on pumping his massive cock into every hole of his medical playthings.

How sad that a petite little thing we found thought we were going to be sweet to her. Since she was found wandering the streets, clutching a teddy bear and begging for help, I knew she was too good to pass up. After a few well-placed sedatives, she was ours for the taking. Now, she’s strapped down on the operating table, completely at our mercy as the good Doc readies his enormous, veiny cock for its grand entrance into her defenseless bald pussy.

The patient lies helpless, tears streaming down her face as she realizes her fate. The doctor looms over her, his beady eyes gleaming with depraved excitement as he prepares to violate her tiny fuck hole with his monstrous member. I can practically hear the squelching and moans already as he plunges in, inch by thick, tortured inch, stretching her to the limit.

As the Doctor pounds her senseless, I’ll be right there, filming every twitch, every scream, every gruesome detail of her medical Snuff porn debut. Her life’s essence will flow like a crimson river as she succumbs to the relentless torture of his cock, her body weakening with each brutal thrust. And when it’s finally over, and she’s nothing more than a lifeless shell, we’ll have captured the most twisted, blood-soaked smut the world has ever seen.

Men Pay Me for a Snuff Sex Death and Sometimes, It is Their Death

snuff sexAlthough it’s true that men hire me for snuff sex, it is as the accomplice mostly. Men want me to help them either exact revenge on some gold digging whore, or they just want to fuck something young and tight. However, Tom wanted to die. And he wanted me to be the one to do it.

I try not to ask any questions. I’m a hired gun, but most of my experiences fall into the realm of the accomplice or the victim. I was hesitant at first to take this gig. However, I’d be stupid to pass up that kind of money. Will the world miss a loser. Plus, the guy appeared very non-threatening. I appeared both taller and stronger than him. So, I thought about it, and took the gig. I needed the money. And he wanted to die.

I have learned not to ask too many questions. But this guy told me his life story. He’s pretty much been a loser from day one. And in his attempts to not be a loser, he found himself overextended financially. To make himself more appealing to women, he borrowed a bunch of money that he had no way of paying back.

And he borrowed from the wrong men who planned to kill him and make it hurt.  I think he hired me to kill him more humanely without all the torture sex. Sort of like euthanasia. No doubt, he paid me to kill him with money he borrowed from loan sharks, but a small sliver of what he owes them, I am sure.

Some Me Pay Me to Kill Others for Them, But Some Hire Me to Kill Them

He borrowed all this money to impress one girl who was not impressed because whatever money he had turned out to never be enough for her. Personally, I think she should’ve died over him, but I took the money and did the job.

Although this was supposed to be a humane death, I did not have access to drugs that can kill people humanely. But I did have access to some Xanax and muscle relaxers. So, I crushed them and made him a special cocktail to subdue him. I planned to utilize suffocation phone sex techniques. It seemed more humane than using a knife or a gun. Less clean up too.

So, once the drugs kicked in, I sat on his face. I could smother him with my pussy. Eating a bitch way out of your league seemed like a humane way to die to me. However, he began to thrash around as my thighs squeezed the sides of his head. And he tried to fight me. I gave him a lot of drugs. He should not have been that feisty. So, I had a problem.

And suddenly this gig became messy and inhumane. I grabbed a knife that I had in my back pocket in case of an emergency. This seemed like an emergency. I did not want to die because some loser suddenly got the will to live as I tried to kill him. So, I slit his throat. He bled out all over his floor.

Seriously, I never thought he would fight me. But he’s dead now. And I’m 50 grand richer. To think, I almost didn’t take this gig and I felt sorry for him initially. But after that struggle, all I could think about was finding the next man who needs to die.