I am a sexy switch. Normally, I am a man’s ass rape porn star. But size matters too me. I am a size queen. Years of being a fucking whore has exposed me to a lot of dick. I will not let some shrimp dick loser try to dominant me. I enjoy small dick humiliation and I enjoy fucking a loser’s ass. If I am fucking your ass, it will hurt. It is something I only do to the biggest losers. This jack ass Terry thought he could fuck me with his shrimp dick. When I laughed at him and told him he had nothing to fuck my ass with, he called me names. I can handle some name calling. What I cannot handle is some tiny dick loser trying to fuck my ass with his pinky, LOL. This little troll got some anal torture sex to remind him that I do not let men with small dicks fuck any of my holes. I tied Terry to a chair, put a spreader bar between his legs and rammed a hot poker up his ass. He screamed in agony and begged for mercy. I told him he should have thought about that before he tried to shove his worthless dick in my hot ass. I squeezed his testicles too. Twisted them almost all the way off. What a fucking loser. He messed with the wrong girl. Sure, he saw a tall blonde bimbo and knew my history with some masters, but he was out of his league trying to fuck me. He thought he could make me an anal slave for his clit stick. Instead, he became my ass slave. I ruined his ass. I busted his nuts too. I could have killed him. Maybe I should have. It would have been a worthy first kill. I wanted him to forever remember, however, that he needs a dick to fuck a woman in the ass or call the shots.
Cannibalism phone sex is popular this time of year. Many men want a special meal for the day. When he picked me up hitchhiking, he told me I looked good enough to eat. I thought it was a joke. You know just a silly saying. But he meant it. He planned on eating me. I was clueless about his plan until we were back at his farmhouse. He made an excuse about needing gas, and I was naïve enough to believe him. I came inside and got a creepy feeling. The farm smelled like death. There were pots on the stove brewing something sinister. I tried to flee, but he blocked me. He choked me until I passed out. I woke up bound and gagged. I had been stripped of all my clothes. My hair was covered in goop, which turned out to be something to strip my hair of dyes. My tongue and belly button rings were removed. He had cut out my saline bags too. I was in pain and scared for my life. What was happening to me? I asked him what his plan for me was, and he said I was going to be dinner for him and his family. He added that a bimbo like me was more useful in death than in life. I almost pissed myself. He started rubbing olive oil all over my body. He told me the key to a perfect meal was all in the seasoning. This guy was going to cook me alive and eat me. I saw the huge fire pit outside the door. He planned on roasting me over an open flame like I was a pig at a luau. I was bound tight. No way I was I was escaping until he shit me out the next day. Do you have taboo phone sex fantasies about eating human flesh? Now is the time to explore.
He said I had a body for snuff sex. I thought he was joking. He was not my master. He was not some guy I met in a BDSM club either. He was the janitor at my gym. I told him he was out of his league with me. I am a blonde goddess. I do not fuck the help. Now, I did not say that too him, but I thought it. I did tell him he was out of his league though. I guess he let the comment ruminate for a few days, because the next time I was at the gym, he was waiting for me in the locker room. It was close to closing time, so there were no other women in the club. I like to go late at night because it is mostly men, and I can work out and pick up a guy. The lowly janitor cornered me in the shower. I had already dressed in my club dress because I was going out afterwards. He had other plans for me. He cornered me against the shower wall and started hitting me with his mop stick. It was like a blue-collar caning. I was not letting a janitor explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me. He did not care what I wanted. I fought, but he was stronger. He rammed that mop handle up my ass and dumped the dirty water on my head. He laughed as I bled and grimaced at the dirty water. He told me I was not so high brow now. I slipped on the water, landing on the shower floor. He pulled the stick out of my ass and replaced it with his cock. I wanted to die. The help was fucking my ass. He was slamming my face down on the floor that was mixed with my blood and the dirty mop water. I felt so violated. He just laughed telling me I was as dirty as him now.
I am an official member of the bad babysitter phone sex club! Since I was freed from my master a few months ago, I have been making money helping men fuck tender age girls. The kind of girls that men pay top dollar for. As long as I am in the sex trafficking business, I never have to hook or strip again. I made great money off my body, but nothing like I can make off girls a quarter of my age or younger. I have men now coming to me with requests. This guy I met on the dark net heard I could help him procure a super young girl. Like my callers, he has rape phone sex fantasies for sweet young girls. I know just how to get girls too. I get better at procuring young flesh each time too. I am a flesh peddler. A P accomplice who believes in profit over people, especially young bratty people! My client wanted a little black girl. Most want little white princesses, but he wanted a hood rat. That was easy to do. I stand out as a buxom, tall blonde in the hood, so I put on a wig and dark shades and found a home with a strung-out mommy. I just took the little nigger cunt right of her bed. The police never look for missing jungle bunnies. I hand delivered the package to my client and took his payment. He let me stay and watch the fun. The little girl was cute. She had some chubby cheeks and a little pot belly. She was very submissive. She did not have much fight in her, which I will admit was disappointing. I like it when they fight. He fucked her pink cunt and ass for hours. She cried. That aroused us both. She called us white devils too as I held her down and he got his money’s worth fucking her holes. I filmed it because teen rape porn is profitable too. He buried her dead body in the woods. She will just be another missing hood rat no one cares about. What kind of tender age cunt can I get for you?
I love being an accomplice phone sex partner. I am a sexy switch. I love to make men happy however I can, even if that means bringing them a sweet young piece of meat. Men love me because I help them. It is much easier for a woman to lure a girl away. I can be the babysitter or the mom’s friend. I can even say I work for a modeling agency. I have even used the line that I need help finding my lost puppy. Girls are taught to fear men, not women. That is not fair to their little girls, because women are predators too. Most are predators to help a man. I love John. I will do whatever he wants. He knows he has me too. He exploits my need for him, and he tests me. Last night was a test. He wanted a blonde, blue-eyed little girl. I went to the mall and brought him back one. He was not happy because she was Latina. She was blonde but brown eyed. I told him I did not have much time to get him just what he wanted. I focused on the blonde. He was not happy. He punched me. He then explored his rape phone sex fantasies on that poor little girl like a vicious wild animal. My nose was bleeding, and I felt badly. I failed him. He was mad and that little Mexi-Cunt was gonna pay with her life. I was grateful, however, that he just punched me. Because he snuffed her out. He fucked her holes up first. Likely gaped and mutilated them with his huge dick. He choked her as he called her racist names and fucked the shit out of her. I was crying. She was screaming. I thought all I was going to get was that punch to the face, but after he made me bury the little girl I kidnapped for him, he made me dig my own grave. I am still so scared.
I love Gothic phone sex calls, especially if it involves sexy vampires. In my head Vamps look like Tom Cruise or Erik from True Blood. All sexy, buff and shiny. I know that in many movies they can look like decaying old flesh or a bag of bones too, but when I masturbate to vampires turning me, I picture Erik from True Blood with his blonde hair and handsome face and chiseled body taking me. I was at a Goth underground club last week. It was Halloween and there were plenty of men dressed like sexy Vampires. I went into a private room with this tall handsome man who was like someone straight out of my wet dreams. He was not a romantic, however. He may not have even been human. He asked how I would like to be a living dead girl. I played along because in my mind it was just like something out of a fantasy phone sex call. He tied me up and stripped me naked. He took his time taking in my body. I thought he was enamored by my goddess like looks, but he slapped me and called me a dirty whore. My cunt got wet, and he could smell me. He was calling me horrid names. It was like he suddenly became Carrie White’s mother talking about my dirty pillows and my whorish looks. Then he showed me his teeth. I thought he had really good prosthetic fangs. He bit into my neck, and I felt the warm blood trickling down my body. He latched on to my throat as he fucked me. I felt weird. I was powerless to fight him. My body was going cold from blood loss. I was starting to lose consciousness. I did go dark at some time, but I woke up and never felt better. Was it a dream? I looked into the mirror, but I had no reflection. He had turned me into a creature of the night. I am game for whatever taboo phone sex fantasy you have too.
I love violent fantasy phone sex. When I was younger, I had dreams of a Prince Charming rescuing me and taking me out of the hell hole I lived in with my father. Prince Charming never rescued me. As I got older, I no longer wanted Prince Charming. I wanted a violent and cruel man. I wanted a man just like my mean old daddy. You can say I have daddy issues. But my daddy issues are not like most girls. I am no longer looking for an older man to take care of me and spoil me. I am looking for an older man with rape phone sex fantasies. I need a man to choke me, slap me, beat me and fuck me. My fantasies go even darker than that too. I told this older daddy type that I had mutilation fantasies. He was the wrong man to share my kinky thoughts with. He immediately lunged at me so he could restrain me. He stripped me naked and tied me to his bed. He saw the fear and arousal on my face. I am always excited about being tortured but scared at the same time. I know I act like I have a death wish, but I really want to live. He slowly burned me with cigarettes leaving little red welts on my body. I was in pain. But I had a wet cunt. He shoved his fist up my pussy and when it was wet, he taunted me for enjoying the brutal torture sex. He was right. I am fucked in the head for wanting to be abused like that. He cut and burned my flesh for hours before he decided to fuck me. By the time he fucked me, my blood was lube for his hard cock. He enjoyed torturing my pussy with his fat cock too. My body is a hot mess today, but I got the violent fantasy sex I needed and some new scars to talk about.
He wanted to make a teen rape porn. The problem was I am no longer a teen. He was in a mood. I did not have many options. I could refuse him and die or go find him a teen girl and live. It is survival of the fittest in the circles I run in. The mall is my hunting ground. There are always young girls not paying attention to their surroundings or too stupid to think I am some man’s accomplice. I found a young blonde girl deep into her phone taking mall selfies. I played to her ego. I told her I was a recruiter for a new teen horror series coming to Netflix and asked if she would like to audition. She believed me. I took her home to where he was waiting to force fuck her. She was just his type. Young and dumb. The kind of girl he could just fill up with cum and dispose afterwards. He pounced on her as soon as we walked in the house. She had that oh shit look on her face. I knew he was happy because he wasted no time ripping her clothes off. My part was done. I brought the lamb to slaughter, and he was doing the rest. He violently fucked her. No lube. She was a virgin because I could see the bright red streaks of blood on his dick as he pulled out and slammed his dick back into her. She was crying for her mother. I felt bad. But that bad feeling quickly dissipated because master was so happy. If I do not make him happy one way or the other, then I am a dead bitch. He explored all his rape phone sex fantasies on that teen whore until she was dead. He choked her to death and then continued to fuck her lifeless body because her cunt was still warm. He made sure to let me know he was not burying my body with her because he enjoyed that teen slut.
Bondage phone sex can be rather vanilla and boring sometimes. With me, however, it rarely is. Men look at me and want to do very bad things. I bring out men’s violent fantasies. I met Jim at an underground club. It was an after hours fetish club. When I arrived, I was already drunk. I had no business being there so intoxicated. Drunk and alone in a fetish club spells disaster for any woman, but I was in a mood. I met Jim and we got a room. I figured if I was in the confines of the club, I was safe. All clubs have pretty strict rules they adhere to so they can stay open. What I did not realize was Jim owned this after hours BDSM club. That meant he owned me. He tied me to a bench in an awkward position. My legs were lifted and pushed towards my head and tied to the bar along with my hands. This exposed my ass. All he cared about was my hot ass. He fingered my ass. He spanked my ass. He force fucked my ass too. He was not alone. While I was tied up, he invited all the men in the place to fuck his ass rape porn star. I was trying to wiggle out of my restraints, but he took a wooden paddle and smacked my ass hard. So hard, he broke the skin. Bright red drops of blood dripped from the broken skin on my ass. I was still drunk but I felt the pain. The guys snickered and took their dicks and smeared my blood on the heads of their cocks like it was lube. For hours, they fucked my ass turning it inside out. Eventually they let me go. My ass was prolapsed, and I had restraint marks and a bruised and bloodied ass. I knew I should not have gone into a fetish club. Sometimes a blonde bimbo never learns.
He is obsessed with my boobs. Not in a good way either. He watches torture sex videos all day long and decided he wanted to recreate some of the more erotic tit torture he had seen. Unfortunately, I was his victim. He restrained me with a few belts and even strapped one across my tits. He had been planning this for a while. The first thing he did was slap and punch my big fat knockers. He punched so hard, I feared he might bust a saline bag. My boobs were quickly turning colors. After he treated my boobs like Mike Tyson’s punching bags, he pulled out a long needle. He pierced both my nipples until bright red droplets of blood dripped down to my stomach. The piercing of my nipples aroused me. I am a pain slut. He was not just torturing my boobs though. He pierced my clit too and I felt the blood dripping down my legs. He bent me over the table and fucked me using my blood as lube. I was his ass rape porn star for a solid hour with needles in my tits and clit. He would push the needles as he fucked me. The pain and pleasure of his cock in my ass mixed together confused me. I did not know if I should cum or scream. I was not prepared for the pain. He had never shown that side of himself to me before. He was influenced by violent porn. I looked like a blonde bimbo that could be in any of those violent sex videos. Unlike the women in the snuff videos he likes, I survived. Barely, but I survived. When it was all done, my tits were a bloody mess and turning all sorts of colors. My clit was mangled. And my ass was filled with cum like the taboo phone sex whore I am.
