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Strangulation Phone Sex is The Ultimate Harbinger of Demise

I’m Geneva, and Strangulation Phone Sex is only part of killing me.  Just a sexy doll come to life. With long blonde waves, perky DDs spilling out of tiny pink tops, and a tiny waist. But it’s this ass so round and firm it begs to be wrecked.
First off, I love playing the ultimate fantasy fuck toy. Especially when phone sex turns deadly hot. Last night, a caller gripped me with his darkest craving: strangulation phone sex as the ultimate harbinger of demise.
When I answered, he started right off, “I want to choke you while I destroy that perfect ass, Geneva,” is a firm whisper. As this made me wet, I purred back, slipping into the fantasy, my voice breathy and teasing.

Strangulation Phone Sex Isn’t Just a Kink, It’s and End

He pins me face-down on silk sheets, my perfect body arched, ass high and inviting. Then his thick cock presses against my tight hole. With no lube, just raw force as he thrusts in deep.
And I gasp, feeling every inch stretch me, burn me, own me. Now his hands wrap around my slender throat. With his fingers digging in, squeezing tighter with each brutal pump into my ass.
All I can do is claw at the sheets, moaning how it hurts so good, how I’m his helpless doll breaking under him. Next, he fucks harder, slamming balls-deep, choking me until stars explode behind my eyes.
Now breathless, vision blurring—that edge of demise makes my ass clench around him. But I need more, “Tighter,” I beg, voice hoarse. Of course, he obliges, cutting off my air completely as he pounds relentlessly, my body shaking on the brink.
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Just as black spots dance, he releases. Finally, his hot cum floods my ass while I shatter in the most intense orgasm. Really teetering on death’s door.
It’s true, Strangulation phone sex isn’t just a kink. In fact, it’s the ultimate rush, the harbinger of sweet, filthy demise.
Who wants to choke this perfect slut next? Call me—I’m already wet thinking about it.

Torture Sex is The Best Kind of Dark Pleasure

With Torture sex on my mind, I prowl the streets at night with hunger for the hunt. Then he catches my eye, muscular, dark hair, pale skin and oblivious. So I take to stalking him silently, through the alley behind the club. That’s when I strike, pressing chloroform to his mouth.

He thrashes wildly against me, cock hardening instinctively in his panic as his body grinds mine before he slumps limp. Then I drag him to my basement sanctuary.

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Here I bind him to the chair, with brutality, leather restraints carving into his wrists and ankles until blood trickles.

When he wakes groggy; I smile and seize my pliers. Of which I clamp on his front incisor, twisting slowly until roots tear free with a wet snap. Blood gushes; he howls, the vibration rippling through me, soaking my cunt instantly.

Next, I yank each tooth methodically—molars crunching like gravel, canines ripping with fleshy pops—blood spraying my face and tits.

Which I smear over my hardening nipples, moaning as I lick the metallic tang from my fingers.

Torture Sex Drive Me Hotter Than Hell’s Deepest Core

Next, wire cutters. With these I pinch fingernails, snipping them off at the quick, then peel back the raw beds with deliberate twists. As skin tears in bloody strips; fresh screams echo as pus and blood ooze. Now I grind my thighs together, clit throbbing from his agony.

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Box cutter in hand, I slice shallow grids across his chest and abdomen—flaps of skin peeling back to expose quivering fat. Making blood well thick; I finger the wounds. Then plunging my bloody digits into my dripping pussy, fucking myself slowly while he sobs.

Up next, the cattle prod, it hums alive. This I jab his thighs—flesh sizzles black. Then I shock his nipples until they blister. Finally, his balls and cock—watching it twitch and leak despite the burn.

Consequently, the odor of terror-sweat and scorched meat fill the air. This has my clit pulsing with every convulsion.

Finally, I chain him suspended, feet dangling helplessly. With my ritual knife gleaming, I carve deep into his stomach, guts spilling slick and steaming.

As I slice pectorals open, flaying skin from muscle, carving sigils into raw flesh while blood cascades.

Now his weakening moans fuel my dark ecstasy of Sadistic Phone Sex

In this final moment, blade to throat. Acceptance fills his eyes. And I slash deep—arteries erupt in scalding sprays across my face, neck, dripping between my breasts.

His twitching death throes trigger my release—cunt spasming violently, squirting down my thighs in profane climax.

Now I kneel in his cooling pool, fingers plunging into my soaked hole through the gore. Power surges; I cum again, screaming into the void.

This is my rapture, Gothic Phone Sex, – hunting, torturing, killing. The night beckons; I hunt forever.

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Medical Fetish Phone Sex Gets Cured By Layla As Your Nurse

Medical Fetish Phone SexHello there, my favorite patient. I can see your heart rate spiking on the monitor from the moment I stepped into this private exam room, and we both know exactly why you’re sweating. Medical Fetish Phone Sex was just the beginning of your treatment, but now that I’m standing over you in this tight white uniform, it’s time for a much more hands-on approach to your condition. 

You’ve been a very sick boy, obsessed with the dark, heavy weight of my busty titties, and I’m the only specialist qualified to cure this filthy disease that’s been pulsing through your veins all day long. Lie back and try to breathe while I prepare the first stage of your therapy. 

You’re addicted to the way I command you, and I’m addicted to the way your body reacts to my cold stethoscope against your hot, desperate skin. This Valentine’s Day, I’m skipping the traditional bedside manner because a patient as depraved as you needs a much more aggressive dose of Nurse Layla.

 I can feel your fever rising every time my skirt brushes against your leg, a symptom of the raw lust that only I can alleviate with the proper application of pleasure and pain. I’m going to start by examining exactly where it hurts the most, gripping you with my latex covered hands until you’re begging for mercy. 

You aren’t just here for a check-up; you’re here to be completely dismantled and rebuilt by my touch. I love the way you look up at me, eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and absolute worship, as I explain exactly how I’m going to drain the cum from your ballsack. My voice is the only medicine you need, a low, sultry hum that vibrates in your chest and tells you that you belong entirely to my clinic now.

Don’t even think about moving until I give you permission. This “cure” requires your total submission to my medical expertise. I’m going to use every tool at my disposal to make sure you never forget the way it feels to be handled by a professional who knows your darkest secrets.

By the time I’m done with you, your “disease” will be replaced by a permanent craving for my authority. You’re lucky I decided to take your case baby, because no one else would be willing to go as deep into your fantasies as I am. Now, hold your breath and get ready for the most intense physical therapy session of your life… Nurse Layla is ready to begin.

I Belong in Snuff Movies, That’s What Men Tell Me

snuff moviesSo many people think I belong in snuff movies. Although, I’ve made a few, I honestly try to avoid the snuff world, believe it or not. I survived nine days snowed in with my family. Surprisingly enough, I successfully traded enough cocaine to last for the blizzard.

But yesterday the weather felt great. For once, it did not feel like single-digit weather. And I decided to go out and see if I could score some more coke so I could watch the Super Bowl with my boys and their friends. Plus, I think I experienced some cabin fever. I just needed to get out of the house.

I went to this little dive bar first because I thought I could party with some old blue-collar workers. They love to share their coke. Although I’m talking about a bump here and a bump there. It’s not like I would walk away with a huge bag of coke. This bar appeared safe. But then I saw him. And I almost pissed myself.

I saw a snuff porn director who I’ve worked for in the past. The last time I did, he sent me to the ER, with a broken arm and a fractured ankle. Not to mention all the bruises. But when I went to the ER, they all assumed my husband beat me up. I never confirmed that, but I never denied it either. Once he saw me, I could not escape. I think I pissed him off with polite pleasantries. He pushed me into a single stall bathroom. And I tried not to panic.

Sometimes, I Wonder if I Will Dying Trying to Score Blow

He pulled out some coke from his pocket. And I should’ve known better. As soon as I got a taste of his excellent cocaine, he started strangling me. Hard. I thought he might crush my windpipe. He held me against the wall with his hand on my throat. And I heard him unzip his pants. Strangling felt like the least of the evils. He wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me.

The music sounded so loud outside, combined with all the talking. I didn’t think anybody would hear me scream. But he kept his hand on my throat the entire time so I could not truly scream as he forced his cock in and out of my pussy. At least he let me get high first, I thought to myself. Maybe he didn’t want me to feel the pain.

He fucked my pussy hard. By the time he finished, he released his grip on my throat, and I fell to the ground with a thud. He spit on me and called me a whore. Tossed me a little bag of coke to get me through game at best. Now I have a ring around my neck from his hands. And I still don’t have enough coke to get through another week.

Sadistic Phone Sex Men Gravitate Towards Submissive Women

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex men love me. They see a red headed MILF, and they think of mommy or some other mature woman who cock teased them mercilessly. And they decide to exact their revenge on me. Last week, I spent the weekend and most of the week snowed in with my family. But I earned enough blow to keep up with my sons and their friends who came over to play video games for once.

I did not go to a bar and get shitfaced so some random man could abuse me. And I did not go to any of my extreme drug dealers to get coke in exchange for abusing my body either. But trouble still found me. It always does.

I decided to walk to the local convenient mart to get some junk food for my sons and their friends. Plus, I wanted out of the house to breathe in some fresh air. However, less than a block away from my home, two random men shoved me in the back of a van.

And I will admit, I felt scared. My life flashed before my eyes. I did not know these men. This was not like a snuff porn, where a director gave me money to buy cocaine in exchange for a couple hours of abusing my body. In those sorts of situations, I know I will live. Even if I wished a snuff director would kill me, I still come out alive. Random strangers kidnapping me off the street who the fuck knows what they would do to me.

Even a Block From Home, Trouble Finds Me

But I found out quickly that they just wanted to use my holes. Cabin fever, perhaps? And I think this happened out of chance. Two guys talking about the fact that they needed to nut inside some warm wet pussy and then they saw me walking on the street. They seized an opportunity. Their van gave me the creeps. Dirty mattress in the back with restraints suggested to me they’ve done this before. I think they drive around looking for young girls to fuck. Sort of catch and release. 

I pleaded with them to let me go because my family would become worried. And I told them they would call the cops if I did not come home or respond to texts. And I think they believed me once my phone kept blowing up. I told them they kidnapped a woman who lives on this block, and my family would come looking for me. Perhaps I should not have said that.

They decided to fuck the shit out of me hard and fast. They yanked my sweatpants down, ripped my panties off my body, and started probing my ass and pussy with their fingers, hands and dicks. Eventually, they started to fist my holes. One of them lifted me up in the air like a fucking cock puppet, and I banged my head on the roof of the van.

Why Do So Many Men Look at Me as Nothing More Than Fuck Meat?

He plopped me down on the dirty mattress, forced my legs up to my chest and started fucking me. Clearly another man with rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. Slapped me, choked me even spit in my face and called me a dirty whore. Confession. I kind of liked it. I knew this was a random attack. And I understood that no one would give me any money or cocaine. But for once, plenty of coke waited for me back at my house.

I thought these men might drive off and I would never see my family again. Instead, they just fucked the shit out of me in the back of that van. But they did leave some marks on my body that my sons would see.

However, I come up with the best stories to cover my tracks. So, I just told my sons I fell on the way to the store. But I left off the random attack and violent fucking in the back of a dirty van. They don’t need to know all the details of my life. They just need to know mommy is a whore and she’ll do anything for coke and their young cocks.

Twisted Accomplice Assaults and Murders Your Wife

Accomplice Phone Sex FaithAccomplice Phone Sex is a second Love for me. This Time I took special care to really pay attention to detail As Gene told me how he and his wife’s sex life had fallen off. Gene has been my NSA Fuck buddy for a while, he wants more than just my pussy. But his wife is in the way. Her Prude Ass comes with a hefty insurance policy, So Why Not set her up, and subdue her.

I pretended to be their sexual relations therapist. Urging her to open her mind and indulge her sexual prowess. We had tried him giving her oral, while I bore witness. Making her explain in great detail , exactly what her husband of 20 years was doing to her pussy that felt good.

A Handful of fuck sessions, Different positions.

Making Megan Be as descriptive as she could about  the things Gene was doing to her pussy. How wet she was. What felt good. It was all such a bore.

Then I suggested we introduce bondage. I duct taped Meg to the day bed in their living room. Undressing her, and kissing her sensually. Thinking maybe if I could get her to bed with me, I could turn her out right in front of Gene. He watched and I Sucked on his wife’s pussy. My tongue finding all her nooks and crannies, and my tongue exploring the depths of her holes.

My Goal wasn’t to Expand Her Sexual Horizons, It was much darker than that

After I teased and Tasted Meg. Megan, Restrained to the daybed. Legs wide. Genes cock hard and Throbbing. “Use Her Holes Hard!” I commanded. “Fuck Meg Like a whore and don’t stop until she cums on your dick!”. My words spliced the air like a ginsu.

Gene Fucked Meg Hard. I could Tell by her whine and whimper she had never been fucked that way.

Making My way behind Meg, I would duct tape around her throat and began pulling. Tightening around her neck. Gene pumped that prude pussy deeper. He Shoved his cock deep, and I pulled the tape tight.

“I’m not your therapist. I’ve been fucking your Husband for almost 2 years. Claiming your Husband, Securing your money, and Ending your life is My Goal… Die Bitch!”

“Fuck her harder Gene”

Gene Pumped his cock deep, fucking her hard and fast. The minute Megan came part and started climaxing, I leaned all my weight back choking the light out of her eyes. Her cunt so tight around Gene that it almost pinched.  Megan Gave in and her body had the hardest orgasm, as she neared the end of her l Her Husband pumping his life mate full of wasted seed.

Now.. how in the fuck am I going to get rid of Gene?

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Mommy All Men Want to Explore

rape phone sex fantasiesEven women have rape phone sex fantasies. True story. But most of us never really want men force fucking us. It’s more like a fantasy for us. Recently, I started hanging out with this guy I met at a dive bar. He likes to party. And so far, he seems generous with his cocaine. Apparently, he never minds sharing when presented with the right incentive. And so far, that’s been a blow job or a hand job.

The other night when we got together, he changed the terms. He wanted to fuck me. Fuck all my holes and fuck me roughly. I needed a fix. Lots of snow days in my near future. So, I didn’t have much choice. Not like I’m some angel. Far from it. But I knew in the back of my head men who escalate like that I should avoid. But I never avoid them. And that’s because the voice in my head that tells me I need to do anything for cocaine speaks louder than the voice in the back of my head that warns me of danger.

My new friend set me up. Got me hooked on his cocaine and his generosity then pulled the rug out from underneath of me. He wanted to make me a violent ass rape porn star. He filmed it and everything. Much like my stepson, he appears to enjoy a love-hate relationship with mommies.

I guess somewhere along the line his own mother fucked him up. And now I paid the price for her screwup. Personally, I think mothers should fuck their sons to prevent them from growing up sexually frustrated and angry at every mature woman who reminds them of mommy.

Men Love to Destroy Mommy’s Asshole and I Let Them

But I didn’t have any choice here. And I don’t just mean my addiction to cocaine. He threatened to expose me. If I did not let him explore his rape fantasies with my ass, he would tell my husband all the nasty things I’ve done for coke, including all the men I let fuck me for coke. Fuck I told this guy too much because I trusted him. And when I’m fucking high, if a man asks the right questions, I’m going to give him the truth. So, at some point, I told him how I get creative to get cocaine or money to buy cocaine.

The way I viewed it, he did not give me a choice. So, I did a line and put my ass up in the air so he could violate me. Did I mention his cock felt like a forearm. Seriously, when he started ravaging my asshole, I questioned if I felt his cock or his arm inside of me. He shredded my asshole. The entire time he forced fucked my ass he choked me, pulled my hair and slapped me too. Plus, I heard a lot of “I hate you mommy.”

He gave me some Coke. But if you ask me, not enough to compensate for what he did to my asshole. Once again, a man, angry at mommy, left my asshole prolapsed, battered, and bloody. Most days I hate being a taboo phone sex woman and wish I could be the typical soccer mom. But I don’t think that will ever happen.

Fantasy Phone Sex with Layla Dirty Teasing Her Busty Titties

Fantasy Phone SexI felt it before I even stepped into the shower… the weight of someone’s gaze. My heart raced, but not with fear… excitement. Fantasy Phone Sex can’t compare to this kind of tension, the delicious mix of danger and desire that makes my skin tingle in ways I can’t ignore.

I turned slowly, letting the water run over me, my curves glistening as I caught him trying to hide in the corner of my bathroom. My busty fat slippery tits were impossible to miss, and I made sure he noticed every movement, every tilt, every subtle sway. I could feel him watching, his breaths shallow, and it thrilled me to my core.

“Did you really think you could just… watch?” I whispered, my voice soft but sharp. I loved the way his eyes widened, how caught he was, frozen in the heat of the moment. My fingers trailed through my wet hair, down my neck, teasing him silently, knowing exactly how to make him squirm with nothing more than a glance.

I stepped closer, letting the water splash against me, letting him see how confident I could be even when the world felt dangerous. I was in control. I could feel his obsession, and it made me bold. I leaned just enough forward to let my chest move, letting my curves brush against the steamy mirror as I teased him with a simple tilt of my shoulders.

The thrill of being watched, of knowing he was caught yet too enchanted to look away, made my thoughts darker, my voice lower, dripping with promise. I let a soft laugh escape, the sound almost drowning in the rush of water, knowing he could feel it. My eyes locked on his dark dreamy eyes, daring him, tempting him, showing him that I could turn the tension into something unforgettable.

Even in this dangerous moment, I reveled in the pull… the silent game of dominance and desire. Every movement, every glance, every shiver wasn’t just about me; it was about what I could make him feel. I was teasing, playing, owning the moment, letting him drown in the fantasy he thought he’d stumbled upon.

He finally steps towards me confessing how much he’s truly fascinated by me and how he watches me undress in my bedroom every night. I grab his hand letting him grab my huge boobs and allowing him to squeeze them both together. I don’t want him to end up killing me so I feed into his dark secret desires.  By the time I stepped away, dripping and defiant, I knew he’d never forget me… or this intoxicating, dangerous little encounter. And neither would I.

 

Suffocation Phone Sex Whore needs You to give her Punishments!

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

Suffocation Phone Sex with me is like nothing you’ve done before! 

I would let you get within inches of my life being snuffed out. 

What should we wrap around my neck that will have my eyes rolling to the back of my head? 

Fuck me while your hands are around my windpipe, with all your body weight and all your might.

I want to feel the pain of being a worthless little cum slut, this is the pain I deserve. 

Choke and Gag me until I’m begging you to stop. Until I tap out from not being able to breathe. 

Face fuck me until I am throwing up on your long, hard cock,

Force all your sweet thick Cum down my throat until I am suffocating!

 

 

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Evil phone sex comes in all flavors, the best is messy

Evil phone sexEvil phone sex comes in all the lurid, twisted flavors we crave. It’s when depravity gets filthy, unapologetic, and gloriously chaotic that I truly come alive.

You have a helpless victim, and I’ll make her pretty face contorted in terror when I wrap a thick rope around her neck.

We aren’t gonna kill her right away. We are going to beat her purple. The bitch has to suffer for Satan to be worshipped properly.

After every punch you give her, I’ll tighten the rope and force your cock down her throat.

She is going to suck it like a good bitch. Hail Satan and fuck her face so hard you give her a bloody nose. That dumb bitch thinks she’s some queen, but we will show her that she is nothing but disposable fuck meat.

After we break her in, she will be totally hopeless. The bitch knows there is no escape from this. My machete blade is sharp enough to split a hair, and, unlucky for her, we are going to split her neck open.  Blasphemy sex must have a sacrifice.

I want to behead the stupid cunt while you stroke your cock. I want you to blast a load of cum in her face right before lights out. I think that would be after the second wack. Her stupid head will still be attached, oh, but so close to getting sent to hell. Bust that nut, but don’t stop jacking it because you had a neck stump to fuck.

I want the head to watch you do it. You know, they say it takes a few minutes to die, so yeah, it is going to be so fucking hot to record you fucking her stump while her detached head watches. The bitch will get what she deserves, and we will be granted with Satanic powers!