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Taboo Phone Sex is My Favorite

taboo phone sexI love taboo phone sex subjects like incest, rape fantasies, torture, bondage, water sports, furry friends and of course, snuff. I am not a vanilla girl. I am a subby slut on and off the phone. My master likes to pimp me out for men’s darker desires. I was rented for the night to Samuel who wanted a 24-hour slave. He paid handsomely for me, but of course I saw none of that money. Samuel was ready for my arrival too. His entire basement was a slave’s quarters.  He threw me in a cage in his basement. I was in the dark with no food, water, or blanket.  I had to pee and shit in the cage. I felt like a filthy animal. I wanted to puke. I deserved better than being a dirty caged animal denied basic necessities. When he let me out of the cage, I stood before him, naked, covered in my own waste. He used a cattle prod to shock me, which made me piss myself more. He crammed the prod up my ass until I shit the floor. He tortured me for what felt like an eternity until I collapsed in a pool of my own waste. I woke up back in the cage.  I thought I would be home soon. It was just the beginning. Samuel turned a fire hose turn on me to wash away my stench. He yanked from the cage wet and scared and tossed me in a room. Waiting for me were about 50 men who sodomized me for hours. Ass rape porn stars could not handle what I endured. I was no longer covered in my own shit and piss, but I was covered in cum.  I was never so glad for 24 hours to be over in my life. I am going to need a lot of time to recover.

 


Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are Much Different in Reality

rape phone sex fantasiesHaving rape phone sex fantasies is one thing. Being force fucked in the back of a dive bar like you are Jodie Foster in The Accused is something different.  Most women have rape fantasies. It plays out much differently in the real world than it does in your mind. When I think of being taken, it is always a tall handsome stranger with a lot of money who cannot resist me. He is so turned on by me, he must take me. I only protest initially before succumbing to my desires. It is sensual, not violent. What happened last night was nothing like I imagined. There was a handsome stranger, but he had 6 not so handsome friends. They were not attracted to me. They thought I was a dirty whore good for only one thing, so they showed me just what I was worth. Nothing. In the back of a seedy local bar, these brute men stripped me naked and tied me up. They skull fucked me so hard I gagged and puked up my liquor. They slapped my ass and face. They punched my tits. They rammed beer bottles and fingers up my ass like they watch too much ass rape porn. I was crying. Sobbing and pleading for mercy. This was nothing like my wet dreams. It was violent and rough. It was degrading and it was painful. My ass prolapsed. It bled too. My throat started to bleed because they skull fucked me so hard, they tore my esophagus. Even when they came, they continued to assault my holes. They used whatever they could find. Beer bottles, a pool stick, darts, keys… Everything in that bar became an assault rife in my ass. As I laid curled up in a ball crying on the floor, they pissed on me and told the bar owner to take out the trash.


Streaming Live Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I was born to do. I spent years running from my violent fucked up family life. I thought I deserved to be treated better. I thought the problem was with the mother who abandoned me and the daddy who fucked me. Turns out I am the problem because I am a worthless whore. I do not deserve to live but I am too weak to do anything about it for myself. That is why I put an ad on this snuff site to be killed. I had a genius idea. It would kill me and make who ever was man enough for the task a lot of money. Stream my death live. Lots of folks would pay good money to see a live execution. Think of all the ways you could violently kill me. Think of all the viewers who would want to see a blonde bimbo like me snuffed out. I can be beaten. Choked. Sodomized and fucked. I can be dismembered or decapitated. All sorts of ways to kill me. Make it bloody. Make it painful. Make my death epic and profitable for you. In times like these, I think men could use a creative outlet for their frustrations like a live snuff porn show. I am your willing victim.


Kill Me Please with Snuff Phone Sex

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is what I live for. So many men are highly creative when it comes to killing or hurting me. I love to be hurt. I know I am sick bitch. Born a pain slut. I will die a pain slut. From being vampire dinner to being sexually mutilated and dissected, I love blood and guts. MY blood and guts. I want you to hurt me. I want you to bring your a-game to kill me in an epic fashion. Every day I wake-up, I wonder if it will be my last. I hope it will be my last because I am a stupid cunt. I know I am not girlfriend material. I will never be married. I will never have a family. No one will come looking for me when I disappear. I might not even miss being alive either. I have had a death wish since I was a schoolgirl. Honestly, I do not know how or why I am still alive. I guess because most men decide I am good for their rape phone sex fantasies and if I am dead that cannot keep force fucking me. I let any man fuck me. All good things must come to an end though, right. I am not going to fight you when you kill me or fuck me. I will embrace my death and just say, “Finally.”


Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodes is what he wanted. The problem was that I was still breathing. He is not turned on by alive women. I guess that is why he works in a mortuary. He embalms people for a living. I guess being around all those dead bodies has spoiled him. He no longer enjoys fucking walking and talking women. I saw how much he wanted me. The look was in his eyes. Hunger for me. But he would not settle. He likes what he likes, but I like living. We had a problem. We had a huge problem. I started to run. I was like fuck that shit. I am not dying so some pervert can have his 30 seconds of fun with my warm dead corpse. I ran. I ran fast. So fast, I got short of breath quickly. I was trying my best to breathe and run, but I got dizzy. I fell and he caught up with me. He was super hungry for me. He just had to kill me first. He put his hands around my throat tightly. I passed out. I was still alive. I could feel it. I had to be alive still, just out cold from asphyxiation. I woke up and he was on top of me. I was afraid he would kill me again. Like maybe he meant to kill me or thought I was dead already. He did not see my eyes move, so I shut them again and laid very very still. I tried to slow my breathing because I did not think this was some necrophilia phone sex fantasy for him. He really enjoys his bodies lifeless and warm. Even after he came., I remained still. He kicked me a few times, flicked his ashes on me and yet I did not flinch. He thought he killed me. He fucked me, but he did not kill me. I am like a cat, but I am down a life.


Auditioning for Snuff Movies

snuff moviesI want to be in snuff movies. I have no desire to be in mainstream movies. Most of my girlfriends have done porn or had bit roles in cheesy B horror films. Me? I have been in much darker, authentic films. The kind of films that make men very wealthy. I know this underground director. I have long tried to get an audition with him. I have fantasized about being on his casting couch. I finally got my audition. I had to bring my A game. I showed up looking sexy. When I got on the stage, I was told I had 20 minutes to convince him I was the right whore for his snuff porn.  I know I am the right whore. I sat in the chair, spread my legs and grabbed a serrated blade laying on the table next to me. I began with licking the blade until I cut my lip. I licked the blood seductively across my lips. I moved the blade down my body, pressing it firmly against my right breast. I sliced off my nipple. When I heard his assistant gasp, I knew I was in the right direction. I did not have forever to audition, so I had to speed up the process by putting the knife between my legs. Blood, my blood, was dripping down my stomach from my severed nipple. The site of the blood made my future director hard. Another good sign. I took the knife and crammed it up my cunt. I am a pain slut. I have never pierced my pussy so deeply with a long blade before, but I was auditioning for a once in a lifetime part. You know. The kind of role a woman is willing to die for. I almost did. I got the part. The die part will have to wait until we begin filming.


I Was Bad and Got Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexI need domination phone sex. I have been a bad girl. Master had me kidnap this young girl for him. I got what he wanted. A young blonde girl not very tall, skinny, no tits and no pussy hair. Not because it is shaved but because she is at that age that hair just has not sprouted there yet. She looked like a mini me before I got plastic tits and botoxed lips. Master likes them younger than me. Tighter than me. Less experience than me. I had clear instructions, but I wanted to play with her. I told myself I was priming her for her new daddy, my master. I needed to make sure she was a virgin. Master loves popping young cherries. I was having so much fun exploring her slim young body. I explored with my tongue and my fingers. I knew master wanted her for a teen rape porn. He streams the show and makes bank when his dick comes out coated in virgin blood. I played too hard with her. I crammed too many fingers up her bald cunny, and I popped her cherry. I knew master would be livid because I fucked with his profits. My only plan was to kill her and get a new one. I was not sure I had enough time for that before master returned. I tied up my sex captive and went to the mall. I found one perfect, even better than the other little slut. By the time I got back to master’s dungeon he was home. He was not happy. He was fucking the victim I ruined. She was dead. He had choked her out. I would have died too if I did not have an even better snuff sex victim bound and gagged with me. Luckily, I thought quickly and saved my life. Master beat me still, but sense I replaced the goods I damaged with something even younger, he spared my life. Would you be so generous if I damaged your goods?


Your Submissive Accomplice Phone Sex Partner: I Do Anything for Love

accomplice phone sexI think a submissive woman is the best accomplice phone sex partner you could have in my opinion. Girls like me have daddy issues. We want acceptance and we want to please. We want to please so badly, we do whatever you want, even if it is not legal. Even if it jeopardizes our lives and safety, we make those bad decisions for men like you. Marc is the kind of guy my girlfriends would avoid despite being handsome and wealthy. His dark side is dangerous, but he saw me coming a mile away. A blond bimbo with daddy issues is easily manipulated. He made me feel special and wanted, then he asked me to kidnap a young girl for him. I did it for him too. I felt special. I felt trusted. He used me and I let him. I kidnapped this young blonde girl from a community park in daylight. I took all the risk for him. I knew how much he wanted to fuck a sweet young virgin. My whore pussy cannot bring pleasure to men anymore. I am no longer tight. If I loved him, I would bring him something he could enjoy sexually. I did bring him exactly what he wanted. I thought he would be happy. He was happy, but he got what he wanted and no longer had use for me. He made me watch him fuck her tiny body for days until she was snuff sex material. If I loved him like I claimed, I had to dispose of her body so he would never go to prison for fucking and murdering a little girl. Wait. He did still need me. He needed me to get rid of the evidence and find him yet another young girl to fuck to death. I always obey you, sir. I am just grateful to be needed.


A Vampire Roleplay Phone Sex Fantasy

roleplay phone sexI love a hot roleplay phone sex call. I enjoy being an age play accomplice, but I am best at being the victim. That is because I am a stupid whore. I have one caller I adore because he mixes my love for vampires with my love for snuff. I have long been fascinated with vampires. They are better than zombies or any other creature. They are hot as fuck. They are horny as fuck and they promise you immortality. My last call was a hot fantasy. One I wish could happen. I was out in the middle of a forest alone in the dark of night. I was snooping for evidence of vampires rumored to be living in a castle nearby. I thought I was being stealth, but I was being dumb. Vampires come out at night looking for food. I should have been snooping in the sunlight. I was startled by a hand on my shoulder and a deep voice telling me I was trespassing. I was immobilized by fear. When I turned around, I saw a handsome man. I was not as scared anymore. That was until I saw his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. I gasped, stumbled backyards and fell to the ground. I was not escaping. As he looked me in the eyes, I felt his spell. I was not going anywhere. He made me a proposition. Well, less a proposition and more a last wish. He would let me have one more orgasm before he killed me. I pleaded to become a vampire. Living dead is better than snuff dead, right? His fingers entered my pussy as his fangs came out, poised over my neck. I tried not to cum, but I am a snuff whore and a vampire slut. I came so hard and at the same time, his sharp fangs pierced my neck. I felt my blood trickling down my neck. As I begged to live with him forever, he drained my blood just enough to turn me. I am now a vampire bride and eager for my next hot fantasy phone sex call.


Taboo Phone Sex Whore Gets a Shock

taboo phone sexI thought as a taboo phone sex whore I was shock proof. I went into a BDSM club for the first time since February. My favorite little underground fetish club opened back up. I got a call last night that there was a male patron requesting me. I had no clue it was open again. I put on some slutty clothes and rushed down to have some overdue fun. I was escorted to a private room blindfolded per my patron’s request. He wanted to play a game. He skull fucked me and I was clueless who he was, honestly.  He spoke. The voice was vaguely familiar, but I was not placing it. I did not care. I was just happy to be back in the BDSM game again. After a few hours of skull and ass fucking, he removed my blindfold. I almost puked when I saw my father. I had not seen him in decades. I tried to forget his evil face, but it is permanently etched in my brain. “Hello, dear Cassie,” he seethed. I peed myself. I ran away from home when I was a young teen girl. Never looked back, either. Honestly, I assumed my dad was dead. I have not heard from him. I did change my last name to make it harder to find me. I figured he died or just got himself a new little whore to abuse. I am in my 30s now. That is a few decades too old for dear old dad. He punched me in the face. The blood dripping down my face was lube as he skull fucked me some more. He choked me while his cock was in my throat. Daddy was never small. And even in his late 50’s his dick was just as hard. When I could, I screamed for help. Before security came, daddy was gone out a back exit. Next time, I may not be so lucky. He knows I am alive. He knows my name. He knows the city I live in. It is just a matter of time before I star in a snuff porn for dear old dad. My last one.


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