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Cannibalism phone sex LangleyCannibalism phone sex lets me share our wonderful culinary experiences and experiments with that yummy girl meat!

And this is the perfect hunting season! Tourists everywhere, teens on spring break wandering away from their groups, such easy prey.  I have this wonderful, beautiful little spot by the freeway, where there’s a little park with a creek, and a small water wheel with plenty of dark places and bushes. It looks so inviting, females often wonder over to see the water, out of view. I’ve been relaxing in the shade, just waiting. Counting the new budding green tips of the pines. I hear her approaching, calling back to her family to go ahead, she’d catch up with them shortly. “Oh, no you won’t,” I thought to myself.

As soon as she rounds the corner, I spring on her, clamping my legs around hers, one hand around her throat, one pinning the cloth to her mouth. She succumbs rather quickly, and I brought her home.

Once she was thoroughly shaved, scrubbed, and buffed to a beautiful glow, it was time to season her. My Rich is so amazing at mixing herb and oil blends. We slide her in a number of places for whole herbs to be stuffed after she’s very, very coated. We tie her in our roasting rope and place her on the giant indoor grill. The flames are set extra low, as to let her roast all evening. She begins to flutter awake, and tries to scream, though it is caught in her throat. Her tears vaporize as they hit her cheeks from the heat. As her legs got darker and darker, her sad little wails fell into low whimpers, barely sputtering. I pour us another glass of wine while we sit, cuddle, and watch her brown, fragrant flesh cook.

She’s going to make a wonderful main course for our couscous and roasted vegetables!

Cannibalism Phone Sex for Brunch

cannibalism phone sexI have strange cravings on occasion. Last night I was famished. I stopped by Waffle House around 2 in the morning. Even after eggs and bacon, I was still hungry. When I saw her sitting at the counter eating pancakes alone, I knew what I was craving. No, it was not pancakes. It was flesh. Human, female flesh. I told you I had strange cravings sometimes. I followed her as she stumbled out of the diner. Even with food in her belly, her buzz was still strong. I offered her a ride home. I told her I was an off-duty Uber driver and I wouldn’t charge her. I insisted I was just concerned for her safety and others if she drove drunk. She bought that too. While she was giving me directions, I offered her a bottled water. She passed out after a few sips of my special water. She woke up in my basement kitchen. She was strapped to a metal table. I wash washing her body with olive oil. It makes the skin turn a beautiful golden brown in the oven. I removed her jewelry and make up. Seasoned her with some spices. I inserted some vegetables in her ass and pussy, then plopped her in my big cooking pan. She was a little chunky. Just how I like them-with meat on their bones. While she was baking, I cleaned the house. Cooking a 160lb girl takes longer than cooking a frozen 25 lb turkey. The aroma of my spice mix and girl flesh permeated the air in my house. If Yankee Candle could only capture that scent in a candle! I even took a little nap. When I woke up, I was simply ravenous. My special meal was almost ready. I added some melted butter to her skin. Damn. She turned out fine. She browned evenly and smelled marvelous. I made more than I could eat, but that is why I have a big freezer. Perhaps you will join me for a meal soon? I so enjoy cannibalism phone sex.

Langley loves killer phone sex!

Killer phone sex Langley

Having a cold-blooded streak gives me a deep love of killer phone sex! Every girl has their deep, dark secret fantasies don’t they? I have one favorite, one that I turn to over and over again.

Every night I’m on here, I get calls from guys wanting to talk for free, trying to get me to talk before payment, or simply saying nothing, stroking their pathetic cocks on the other end of the phone. They keep my wonderful, faithful paying customers from being able to get through. And even if it’s for a minute, I won’t stand for that!

 He’s strapped to my stretching table. Nice and tight. His eyes flutter as he’s coming to. His eyes are huge when he sees me, he tries to scream, but between my gag and his nearly crushed throat, all he can do is a muffled rasp. Ha! Fucking worthless piece of fucking shit. I know he recognizes me, he’s called from my website enough, fucking twatwaffle. He really tries to freak the fuck out when I pull my set of scalpels out and start playing the flat edges over his naked body, slightly nicking here and there. I can’t help but to giggle out loud. Fucking pig!

Now what to do? Hmmm, it seems that he is having a terrible issue with two parts of his anatomy. His ear, and his sad little limp dick. Those fingers, those are issues, too. I got it!

I take my little pretty shiny, grip the tip of his ear, and start slowly slicing through the cartilage and flesh, I can almost hear him screaming, not that anyone will hear the little git. I hold his ear in front of his face, flapping it around like a red, sick jello jiggler. It’s strangely entertaining! What a nice-sized hole that’s made!

Oh look, he’s starting to spit his gag out. Let’s fix that! I grab what little I can of his impotent wiener, and I start slicing around and around, until all that’s left holding it to his bleeding body is his bloody urethra. I enjoy looking dead in his eyes as I grip it between my knuckles and..SNAP!.. there it goes!

Oh, tears, how sweet. I stretch his detached ear out just a bit, fit his severed dick through it, and wedge it in his sobbing mouth after removing his gag. Beautiful! He’s too busy gagging on his own still-piss dripping, blood-soaked member to see me pick up the cigar cutter.

Fucking love this thing. Just the fun clicking noise they make gets my cunt fucking wet! His pinky finger slides easily into the hole, and just as he opens his crying eyes to look my way, *POP* goes the finger! One after another, ’till all he has left for hands are two bloody palms. His left thumb is keeping his gaping, bloody pisser from bleeding out too quickly.

One by one I ram his own fingers through his hearing hole into that empty fucking skull.

Long after he’s dead, I’m still filling his head with his digits.

Try bugging me now, bitch!

Snuff sex

snuff sex

I have always fantasized about being a victim. I have watched countless scary movies and every single time I have seen a character running for their lives, I get this adrenaline rush. Something about the chase gets me so turned on. Seeing your self beg for your life and having no control while someone does anything they want to you is just incredible. I have always wanted someone to come in through the window at night, forcing me to do what ever they pleased. It makes me so wet thinking about a person just taking advantage of me and having no way of escaping from that situation. For instance I would want a stranger to tie my hands together and force me to suck their hard cock for as long as they wanted. Beating me with their fist until I was just a bloody mess. I would want my holes to be violated filled with cum or urine or what ever my attacker deemed necessary. I want to feel alive for those seconds where he looks into my eyes while he strangles me until I’m unconscious. Feeling my life slip away while not being able to do a single thing about it. My fantasies are not crazy or stupid they are what make me feel alive! I long for that one person who has an inner monster in them to teach me the value of life. But I just beg that he uses his cock and his sharp blade to torture me. I want to bleed and suffer and loose all control . My question is where is this monster that I seek?

Bondage Phone Sex to the Extreme

bondage phone sexDo you like extreme bondage phone sex stories?  I have one for you.  I was partying over the weekend with some neighbor boys. Teen boys with some great weed and pills. They are not coke heads, but they party. I was out of powder, so I dressed slutty and went over to see if they would share their weed. Beggars can’t be choosers.  Plus, young horny guys like a MILF who parties, right? They were on some wild trip. The weed was laced with some sort of psychedelic drug. I took a few puffs and even I knew it wasn’t straight weed. I was feeling out of sorts. They boys were feeling mighty aggressive. They tied me like a package saying that their grass doesn’t come for free. I knew that. I was down to fuck. But, they had something more extreme in mind. Hardcore bondage and ass rape porn. I was tied in such an awkward position, I couldn’t move. That was what they wanted so they could force fuck me like savages. High school boys were gang banging me. Not a single one of them used a condom either. I protested that I could get pregnant, but the response was, “That will be your problem then, whore.” Cocks, beer bottles, fists and other odd items like flashlights assaulted my pussy and ass. I was hot and sweaty from the drugs. I was out of it, but not so out of it to not understand that I was being force fucked by boys young enough to be my sons. They enjoyed making me suck their shit covered sticks that violated my ass hole. They enjoyed using me as a toilet too. The ropes were cutting my flesh from the friction of the force of the fucking. There was no way out for me. Like a good little submissive whore, I just waited until they were done, which was almost 24 hours later. I had no idea teen boys could fuck me so hardcore for so long.

Evil Phone Sex Sunday

evil phone sexEvil phone sex Sunday? Has a nice ring too it, doesn’t it. Evil describes me well. So does sadistic bitch, snuff queen, sick, twisted, antisocial and depraved. I am not warm and fluffy. I’m evil. Pure evil. If I don’t like you, consider yourself warned. I won’t warn you twice. I was flying recently. I hate to fly, but it was not avoidable. I had been paid to dispose of a bitch for a guy. It involved me being across the US to do the deed. On the way back, this annoying little twat was sitting behind me. She kicked my seat non stop. I warned her. I warned her mother. Both looked at me with indignation and the problem persisted. Obviously, I could not snuff them both on the plane. Well not without ending up in prison. I’m smart. I’m patient. That is the best kind of evil. I waited for my luggage near them so I could get the name on the badge. I watched the car that picked them up so I could get the license plate number. I have connections. I had their address before I was even home. I know this really sick molester who loves little girls. He recently got compassionate parole. He wouldn’t mind going back to the joint for the pleasure of killing, fucking and dismembering a cute yet annoying little brat. When I told him about her, I tossed in he should do the momma too to throw suspicion off the P man just paroled in the neighborhood. He was putty in my hands. I drove the getaway car.  I knew he did them both good. He came back with souvenirs. He sliced off the little girls tits and her little bald cunnie. I told him I would freeze dry them for him. He was covered in blood, but I could still see his evil grin. He told me sex with dead bodies was something he really missed in the joint. His days are numbered because of lung cancer, but I think until then he is going to be the perfect accomplice. He has nothing to lose.

Taboo phone sex with Makayla

Daddy was pissed. He found out that I have been taking birth control pills. He asked me if I had anything to tell him when I got home. I froze, I tried to think of everything I did today or didn’t do. He threw my pills at me telling me I was a waste of life. To stop gods will is a sin. He grabbed me and dragged me down to the floor as I screamed and tried to get away from him. He ripped my skirt and panties off. He spread me open wide and smashed his foot against my face. He tore my dry pussy as he slammed his hard daddy cock inside of me.

Taboo phone sex

Stomping on my face and fucking my dry cunt telling me he was going to fuck my pussy everyday until he filled me with life as God intended.

Torture sex

torture sex

I was at the club in a public bathroom by myself. I was obviously very drunk and fucked up. I guess I should not have made myself oh so vulnerable. I was washing my hands and the next thing I see is my face pushed up against the stained walls. A mans hand was squeezing my hair around his knuckles and he was biting my neck.

I tried to squirm away from his grip but he just pressed into me harder. My dress lifted above my ass and I felt him rip my panties off. His cock penetrated my ass hole, ripping the tight muscles apart. He was fucking the front of me up the wall, with each huge hard thrust into me. He stripped my dress off of me more.

He pinched my nipples so hard that I am pretty sure they came off. He turned my body around, so that I was facing him and he put a knife right against my pussy mound. He stabbed it right into my pussy, making blood gush down my thighs. Even my screams cant be heard because of the loud house music playing outside.

He uses my blood for lube and forces his cock harder in and out of my cunt. I know he is going to  kill me.

Bondage Phone Sex is Not Always Tame

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is about the tamest thing I do. I’m a dark woman. Phone sex is a way for me to explore the more depraved things that I fantasize about without really ending up dead.  In my real life I am a frequent face on the BDSM circuit.  I’m sure you are familiar with the Fifty Shades of Grey movies and books, right? Every time one of the those insipid installments comes out, my clubs are jammed packed with the curious and lonely hearts. A BDSM club is looking for love in all the wrong places. I have learned that hard lesson a time or two. Because my favorite clubs were packed with newbies curious about the bondage lifestyle, I had to go to this underground club with a bad reputation.  This is the kind of club girls go missing from and show up later in snuff porn never to be seen on the circuit again. I know. Why would I go? Because I am a bondage junkie; a submissive whore who needs a dominant man like she needs water and air.

snuff pornWhen I arrived I could smell death. That club always has a smell of fear: blood, cum, piss all combined into one aroma. I was not greeted with pleasantries nor offered a drink like at my favorite clubs. I was put in a leather mask while chains went around my neck. A man with a guillotine dragged me to a dungeon room. Before he shoved me in, I saw some money exchange hands with a couple guys who later were in that dungeon with me. They tagged teamed me first. Hardcore anal sex, but that is nothing I can’t handle. With their cum leaking out of my ass, they strung me up and whipped the flesh off my body. I felt like I was being lynched. The pain was even more than I could bear. I heard similar screams echoing from other dungeon rooms.  Blood dripped down my legs like a waterfall. When my mask was removed, I saw the  knives, pissed myself and passed out. My dark fantasies were about to become realities…

GangBang Rape Porn with 4 Legged Beasts

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn pays the bills. By bills, I mean it buys my coke. I had a little underground film this weekend that I am still recovering from. I don’t know why I keep responding to these ads I see. Oh, yea, because I am a junkie.  When I arrived to the address I was provided, I immediately had a pit in my stomach. The house was in the crack whore part of town. The house was dilapidated and smelled of piss and vomit. There was more trash on the lawn than grass. But I was all out of party supplies and strung out; no money to score. This was my only way to get some money. The guy that answered the door was skeezy.  They could smell him a mile away. I almost vomited at the smell waffling from the house. “You must be the mommy whore,” he said as he scratched his balls. “Dear Lord, what I have I gotten myself into,” I thought to myself. I fucked him and his dirty friends. They filmed it. But it was not just fucking skeezy men. They had some furry ones that wanted in on the gang bang action. Actually, that was what they wanted to film. They said they could make good money to start a meth lab with this kind of porn. I didn’t sign on for 4 legged ass rape porn, but they wouldn’t pay me unless I did it. They gave me some crystal meth then ushered in the 4 legged porn stars. They covered me in peanut butter first. They had slimly tongues. It was so gross. Licking that peanut butter off my pussy and ass made their red rockets stick right out. Little barbed wired dicks entered my body. Even high, I felt that pain. They nutted in me, but it took forever.  They tore my pussy up. I was bleeding from my ass too, but I got paid. I’ve been high ever since.