Category: Taboo phone sex

Sadistic phone sex & Making More Holes for Him to Fuck

Sadistic Phone SexOne thing about me, I can be an evil, vile little bitch. That’s why I enjoy Sadistic phone sex to the fullest. What guys don’t understand when they call is what a dangerous question it is to ask ” Well Faith, what are you into… what makes you hot?” Usually I giggle, and go on about some more vanilla-ish things that do turn me on, while still heiring on the taboo side. Next to being a victim turned killer, I also like incest, and all forced fantasy play, and have even met a time or 2 that furry friends have gotten me excited.

I Love Snuff, Debauchery, Depravity and all things Taboo

Then I had this call with Randall. Randall has quickly moved up the ranks and has become a favorite fuck of mine. He just has this innocence about him ( that I secretly want to ruin in every way) and oozes boyish charm, all the while feeling unusually sinister in his own way. I get incredibly turned on when he calls, My snatch always soaks my panties at his cute, “hello”.

Last night I wanted to take care of Randall, so I told him that I would have a sweet surprise for him when he got home from work. While he was at work. I managed to go to the mall and befriend a beautiful, sweet, shy redhead. She was just hanging out with some friends… I told her is was my Husbands Birthday and I really wanted to take him out tonight but alas we just could not find a babysitter.

She volunteered to come home with me. Once I got her home, I knocked her out. Dragging her lip body upstairs. I stripped her of all clothes Restraining her to our four poster bed. . Her Pale skin so soft reminding me of the purest milk. Long red hair, that shined like fire, draped over her shoulders. Milky soft natural tits with pale pink nipples so pillowy and supple. Then, her tight taught little cunt with the softest little muff of bright red Pussy Hair.

The damage I intended to do, was giving me euphoria

Upon Randall’s arrival home. I tell him of his surprise that awaits him. We both go up to the bedroom. Where a once calm and quiet Teen girl, is now wriggling and writhing against her restraints. The crying and begging alone was causing my cunt to leak and making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. I told Randall I wanted to watch him assault her holes all of them, violently.  I knew her cunt had been used, so I wanted him to break her asshole open.

Once Randall penetrated all her holes, stretching them out. I made knew ones with  a sharp blade, sticking her above her rib but beneath her rib cage. That’s the softest. Making the hole small enough for him to feel like he was taking her virginity. I watch as Randall worked and forced his cock into her side, forcing warm sticky slick blood to gush out of her opening and coating him.

Fisting her tight cunt. I Loved making her Scream. Watching her eyes Blare all the way open. Wide and alert, to each touch, and rip. Feeling all the pain we wanted her to endure. I urged Randall to cum, to fill his new hole with his spunk. Watching him pump, and fuck our home made hole, was making me tetter on the edge.

Finally I reach for the blade again, and commence to splitting her from sternum to snatch. I wanted to be elbow deep inside our little prize as Randall found his sweet release in such and unsuspecting victim.

Babysitter Phone Sex is How You Gain Access to Super Young Pussy

babysitter phone sexIf you enjoy bad babysitter phone sex, you might be in the right place. A few years ago, I discovered that people hire strangers to watch their brats. Perhaps you could call me a master of disguise. I have wigs and clothes to fit different personas. Plus, I acquired several fake IDs. I know some people who know things.

Sometimes when a brat appears super young, as in too young to be at the mall or outside playing by herself, men hire me. These babysitter boards never include pictures of the brats. But it’s easy to find out what the brats look like with a social media search of the parents. So, you can get an idea of which brat you would want me to babysit for you.

Then there are times when I become the babysitter for my clients own daughter or niece or like this weekend, the best friend of his daughter. My client seems consumed by his rape phone sex fantasies for his very young daughter ‘s best friend.

I think he decided that fucking his own daughter would seem too risky because his wife does not support this kind of stuff. Apparently, she’s a stick in the mud like most wives. So, he put in a good word for me with the neighbors. He told them he’s hired me numerous times. Although he did not lie, he’s hired me for other things besides babysitting.

Behind Every P Man is The Woman That Helped Him Get That Young Pussy

As his accomplice, he planned it all out. Soon as the neighbors left, I spike this little angel’s sippy cup, and my client came over to fuck the little girl of his wet dreams. And I thought of everything. Plastic tarp on her princess bed to prevent cum and blood stains. Spiked milk so she would not wake up or feel anything until the next day.

My client didn’t last long inside such a tight little pussy, but he did bust a huge load. I think he lasted seven minutes. For a girl her age, if she’d been awake, she would’ve been screaming and crying for her mommy.

After he left, I cleaned up the crime scene. Her blood and his DNA appeared everywhere. Now I did protect the bed with the tarp which I put in a garbage bag and shoved in my trunk to burn in my fire pit. I gave my little charge a bath and even a douche to wash away all my client’s DNA.

I love accomplice phone sex jobs. Being a bad babysitter is something I enjoy. And I became very good at it with lots of practice. I’m sure there’s some little girl you would love to fuck, but you just need the right partner.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Make Rena’s Cunt Throb

Rape phone sex fantasies are something that stay in my mind every day.  It’s so hot to fantasize about a hot man I meet out maybe at a club.  Before I know it, he forced himself inside of me causing excruciating pain with each thrust while his other hand clamped over mouth muffling any cries for help that might escape past his fingers digging into cheeks . His breath hot on neck sending shivers down spine despite surroundings being so terrifying . He continued pounding my cunt relentlessly until finally spent leaving mess within depths soul aching more than physical wounds ever could have imagined possible.

Forcing Himself On Me

His cock was so throbbing hard but I couldn’t decide. Did I like it. Was my pussy really this wet over this man forcing his cock inside my cunt.  He was so big it touched my insides in places I didn’t know possible.  He kept coming down and biting my tits making my nipples rock hard.  The bite mark surrounded my nipple. It looked kind of hot.rape phone sex fantasies

I don’t remember much after that. All I know is that when he finally left me alone, I was a broken shell of the person I used to be. My body ached in places it shouldn’t have been possible for something so small to cause so much pain. There were tears streaked across my face and dried blood between my legs from where he had violated me over and over again without any care or regard for my wellbeing.

It took what felt like an eternity before someone found me; by then it was already too late – the damage had been done both physically and emotionally. The police were called, but even they couldn’t bring back what had been taken from me that night…my innocence, my trust, maybe even a part of myself that will never recover from this horrific experience.

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.

Bloody phone sex spares the wicked and uses the weak

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex hails the Dark Lord! Hail Satan, may this little slut with a bald pussy and flat chest.

I know how to pick them! I like long blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. Sometimes I like to make it hard on myself and grab a feisty one!

See, the more they suffer, emotionally and physically, the more power the Dark Lord gives us!

Hail Satan, baby, put your cock inside her mouth and face fuck her till her lips turn blue. We’ll give her some air because we don’t want her to die too fast.

I need my knife play!

Our sadistic fantasies come alive when I pull out my knife. Hold her down while I slice away at her soft, fresh skin. Satan, watch me defile her little cunt with my blade. Every shriek of torment, every bead of blood that falls is all for Satan!

Do you want to live forever? Have a hard dick and super strength? Then help me ruin this little brat. You know you will love the feeling of a tight, tiny hole! It’s even better when she bleeds!

I won’t stab her too much. I need you and your hard cock to seal the deal. To align yourself with the Prince of Darkness, you must fuck her bloody cunt to death! The torture will turn into Snuff sex, and you will shoot your load at her last breath!

You will pump your cock hard and fast, covering your cock in her blood. Now that we have her spoiled, I take my knife and slice her neck wide open. We both shower in it and hail Satan!

Gangbang Rape Porn with Cora, Fuck Her Mercifully!

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As a Valentine’s Day treat, you can surprise me by kidnapping me in the middle of the night!

Take me to somewhere dark and have 5 big black cocks gang and rape me.

You know how much fun that would be for me, to have every single hole filled with a dick!

All in the dark, so I have no idea who is fucking me.

I want every single man to finish on me.

I will kneel in the middle of the floor, and everyone can shoot their fat, juicy loads all over me.

I’ll even lick myself clean afterwards!

Do you think you can find a bunch of fat cocks to fuck me?

 

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Be My Bloody Phone Sex Valentine

bloody phone sexDo you want to be my bloody phone sex valentine. The most romantic thing a man can do for me is offer himself up for me to butcher. I don’t possess the traditional need for men that most women do. I don’t need them for my financial independence because I make my own money. And I don’t need them to fuck me because that’s why they make sex toys. Plus, I don’t need men to do things for me because I’m a capable woman who can do it all by myself.

So, the only thing men can offer me is their body and soul to destroy. Perhaps, some people might call me a succubus. Personally, I don’t mind that comparison. I’m a sick bitch. But I’m also an island who needs nobody to survive. I just like to kill simps, losers, and assholes. The world will never miss them.

For shits and giggles, I put an ad out on the dark net looking for human sacrifices. And my inbox flooded with guys wanting me to choose them. Maybe they didn’t understand what snuff porn sacrifice meant or perhaps they understand that they contribute nothing to this world and thus do not deserve to continue breathing.

I picked Eddie. And I do my research before I agree to kill anybody or kill with anybody. Stone cold killers, like me, understand the risk we take. First, I need to make sure I’m not being set up. I also like to prepare blackmail material in case somebody tries back paddle.

Some Men are Too Weak to Off Themselves, So They Call Me

Eddie lives a pathetic existence. Tons of social media accounts with very few followers. Never married. Likely still a virgin at 48 years old. No real money of his own; he inherited money from his grandpa. I even found his Tinder profile showing off his little shrimp dick. And I doubt anybody ever swipes right on him.

Couple hours of research and I determined Eddie would be my bloody valentine. He showed up at my place with a bottle of red wine and flowers. Who makes romantic gestures to the woman they paid to kill them. Dumb ass. I took my time torturing Eddie. But somebody else’s pain becomes my aphrodisiac.

I tied Eddie up spread eagle naked, of course. And then I showed him my knife collection. I carved him up with my knives. I carved loser and my initials into his flesh. And I put a castration band around his useless little balls. Plus, I even sliced his little dick off. He’s not using it anyway.

Are You Strong Enough to Be My Bloody Valentine Sacrifice?

This loser paid me $50,000 to end his life. He wanted to be my bloody valentine. And he got what he wanted. No more rejection. No more lonely existence. And no more days of wishing himself dead. He lacked the balls to kill himself, so he paid somebody to do it for him.

Perhaps he had bigger balls than he thought. Before I tossed his body to the wolves, I removed his balls as a souvenir. Castration phone sex after the fact. When you remove the balls postmortem, they do not bleed, and they stay perfectly preserved for a few hours. Just enough time for me to stick them in a jar of formaldehyde.

Eddie knew his life was worth worthless. He just took up space and air. So, he gave himself to me willingly to torture and kill. Are you strong enough to be my bloody valentine too?

Snuff Sex is The Best Conjuring Dark Depths of Desire

It was another Snuff sex scene, that started brutal. 
Suddenly the door creaks open. A hand clamps around my throat from behind, fingers digging deep and choking off my air until stars explode behind my eyes. Yet he squeezes harder, then abruptly releases. Leaving me gasping, dizzy, and my cunt pulsing with fresh need.
Next he shoves me forward. I drop hard to my knees on the icy concrete. Where he approaches me and sizes up my torn whore body.
When he finally stops in front of me, he yanks my head back by the hair.
“Look at me,” he growls. I lift my gaze and meet cold, empty hunger staring back.
Without warning he slaps me viciously across the face, then again on the other side. Tears blur my vision as he tightens his grip until my scalp screams.
“Tell me you want me to hurt you.”
“I want you to hurt me,” I choke out, voice raw and trembling.
This makes him chuckle cruelly, then drives his knee into my gut. As the air blasts from my lungs, I collapse. Immediately he grabs my ankles and drags me across jagged concrete that shreds my skin raw.

Snuff Sex is Raw and Without Any Sympathy

Once he reaches the center, he rolls me onto my back, unbuckles his belt, and wraps it around his fist. Leather cracks across my tits. I scream.
Then he strikes over and over,  welts rising fast, breasts bouncing with every brutal lash while my nipples harden in agony. After he tosses the belt aside, he unzips, and pulls out his thickening cock. Then he straddles my chest, and rams it between my lips.
As he fucks my face mercilessly, his hands pinning my skull down. All while driving so deep I gag violently, tears streaming, spit bubbling down my chin. Finally he pulls back just enough for a ragged breath, then slams in again, choking me until panic floods my veins.
Abruptly he withdraws, flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, spits on my ass, and plunges in dry. The searing burn rips through me. I scream into the floor as he pounds without mercy, using my hair like reins to slam even harder, cock stretching my ass hole raw.
Suddenly he pulls out, flips me again, and draws a knife. Now the blade traces my thigh, slicing a thin red line.

 Fear and thrill collide in my clit, This is the making of Snuff Porn

“Are you ready to die, Geneva?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Use me. Kill me.”
Then he smiles cruelly, drags the knife across my throat—shallow, just enough to bleed and fake death. Consequently, warmth spills across my skin.
With conviction, my body convulses in a shattering orgasm, cunt clenching hard, squirting scorching jets across my thighs’.
Nevertheless he watches coldly, I shudder through it, he wipes the blade on my leg, and stands.
“You’re not dying today,” he says, zipping up. and continues : “There’s more fun left in your whore body”.
Next he hauls me up, drags me to a stained mattress, and dumps ice-cold bleach-water over me.
Violently shivering I am left confused. At this point he turns on the camera. The red light blinks to life.
“For posterity,” he says. “So everyone remembers what a worthless slut you are”.
Naturally he slams into my dripping cunt, and pounds me brutally. All while the lens captures every gasp, every tear, every drop of blood and cum.
Now I stare into the camera—broken, bleeding, alive in the filth—and feel completely whole.
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Accomplice Phone Sex Pays My Bills

accomplice phone sexI enjoy accomplice phone sex calls. But I think that might be because I just enjoy being the accomplice in my personal life too. I learned quickly in this seedy underworld of snuff that crime pays. And as the accomplice, the focus goes to someone else, not me.

I met Hank last night at a bar. We enjoyed some beers and discussed the possibility of working together. I felt I must work with Hank. Hank used to be an associate of my former master. The one I bought my freedom from one young girl at a time. Anytime my former master sends me a client, I feel obliged to take the job. Although I do get paid from his associates, it’s always in the back of my head that if I don’t take the job and do it right, I might end up dead.

And I know how to survive. I’m scrappy. Been on my own since my schoolgirl days. Hank and I talked over beer. He wants to make a series of teen rape porn movies. Not for him, but for one of his clients who needs to remain anonymous to me. Personally, I don’t care who wants the movies if I get paid. This will be a lucrative gig for me. Five different videos with girls of different ages and ethnicities. But all young.

Being a Professional Accomplice Earns Me a Great Living

I accepted the job because he offered me $50,000 per video I help him make. That’s $250,000. That can seriously help with my debt and my bills. This will be a challenging gig. I need to find five different girls. And all young and likely never without adult supervision. Luckily, I do not need to kidnap them all at once. One little whore at a time.

He came to the right girl. It’s much easier to lure young girls away as a woman. The stranger danger does not seem to be as present in young girls for women as it does for men. I think that’s because the media and family constantly sell the notion that it’s dirty old white men who like young girls. And although that is mostly true, behind every good P man is a woman like me. Hank paid me a deposit. And he told me he did not need to know the details if I delivered a girl a month to a warehouse downtown.

After our conversation and my generous advance, I went looking. Honestly, with the temps below freezing I did not think I’d find too many girls playing outside. Plus, it gets dark so early now that you rarely see anybody that young out by themselves after 6 PM. But I found some young girl riding her bicycle up and down the street. So, I accidentally on purpose clipped her back wheel driving past her to give me an excuse to take her home.

Young Girls Never Fear Mature Women

She snuck out of the house because she could not sleep and decided to ride her bike up and down the street. She looked the right age and fit the description of one of the girls Hank wanted me to procure for his client. So, I told this girl I’d take her back to my place to bandage up her knee and hammer out the dent I put in her fender on her back wheel. Putty in my hands.

Now she’s in a cage in my basement like an animal. I’m just waiting two days to bring her to the location and collect the rest of my first $250,000 fee. One girl fell into my hands, way too easily. So, I doubt the rest of the girls I acquire for these ass rape porn movies will go as smoothly.

But I am a seasoned accomplice. As a former slave, I watched, observed and learned how to survive in this world. And I also know how to remain undetected and under the radar. No doubt Hank will be impressed with my first girl. Too bad for her she will never see her family or friends again. But does the world really need any more brats.

Sex with Dead Bodies Layla Plays Dead for Her Twisted Crush

Sex with Dead Bodies

I held my breath, the cotton sheets cool against my skin, as the floorboards groaned under a weight that shouldn’t be there. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my limbs to stay heavy, limbs turned to lead by the sheer thrill of his presence. The thought of Sex with Dead Bodies is a macabre chill that usually stays in the dark, but here, in the silence of my room, he wanted me to embody that haunting stillness.

He didn’t say a word as he reached the side of my bed. I knew he was here… the shadow I’ve felt following me for months, the one I’ve secretly craved from the safety of my window. He leaned over me, his breath smelling of winter air and something sharp, something dangerous. His fingers, calloused and cold, traced the line of my jaw, and I fought every instinct to shiver. I had to be his porcelain doll. I had to be vacant.

“Don’t move, Layla,” he whispered while fingering my wet pussy, with his voice a low, jagged rasp that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. “Just stay like that. Cold. Quiet. Mine.”

I felt his eyes roaming over my breast, heavy with a twisted sort of devotion that felt more romantic than any flowers or candy. This was raw. This was real. He wasn’t looking for a conversation; he wanted the aesthetic of my surrender.  I kept my eyes closed tight, my lashes fluttering just enough to show him I was struggling to obey, which only seemed to make his breathing go shallow and quick. 

He didn’t touch me roughly. Instead, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that made my stomach flip. It was a beautiful, fucked up contradiction… the man who broke in just to watch life fade from my expression. I felt his hand rest over my heart, waiting for the rhythm to slow, demanding that I sink deeper into the role of his silent, lifeless muse. 

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a magnetic tension that made me want to arch my back and scream his name, yet the pleasure of his gaze kept me pinned. I was addicted to the way he worshipped my stillness, the way he hovered over me like I was a treasure he’d stolen from a grave. I lay there, his perfect, obedient girl, drifting in the intoxicating space between fear and absolute ecstasy, hoping he’d never leave.