I am a taboo phone sex slut for your darkest desires. Torture, hardcore anal sex, rape fantasies, even snuff. I like being an accomplice too. I am in my thirties now and my holes have been used hard for 30 years. Some guys do not fuck me like they once did because they want something younger and tighter. Bob told me he will kill me if I did not bring him a tight whore to fuck. I did as I was told because he had already carved me up. I was bleeding, but alive. He fucked me and found me not tight at all, so he cut me up and told me to find him something tight and perky. I went to the mall and snatched a little blonde slut. It was her or me. And I decided I wanted to live. I took her back to my man. She was kicking and screaming. This one had some spunk. Bob loves a fight. Us girls never win against him, however. He is strong and brutal. He carved me up like a pumpkin just for not having a tight pussy or ass. He was very pleased with the package I brought him. So pleased, he fucked her in front of me. He fucked her so hard her eyes rolled in the back of her head. It was like she was possessed. Possessed by cock. Bob has a 13-inch cock. It hurts my loose pussy, so I could imagine it was shredding her cunt in two. I liked watching the teen rape porn unfold in front of my eyes. She was bleeding and screaming in pain. I was so fucking hot. For once, I was not being fucked to death. No way this girl was going to live. He pulled her insides out with his huge cock. I never saw a pussy that destroyed. And I was never more turned on either.
He said I needed domination phone sex. I am not sure why. I am loyal. I am obedient. He wanted to humiliate me, hurt me, even kill me. I did not know him. He had never called me before. We had never met. He just said I brought out his violent tendencies. He said I needed to be used and put in my place. A blonde bimbo like me with big fake tits does not deserve any mercy. He showed me none. He grabbed my blonde locks and shoved me down on his monster cock. I was gagging and choking on his cock. And he was only warming up with me. He smacked my face a few dozen times. Slapped my worthless cunt and ass too. He was not friendly. He was not merciful either. He put his hands around my throat like he was jacking off his cock in my throat. He squeezed so tight I passed out momentarily. He tossed me on the ground, kicked me a few times before showing me what a worthless whore I am. Oh, and he showed me I am nothing more than an ass rape porn star as he violated my ass. He never took his hands off my throat as he fucked me. I am lucky he came before I passed out again. By the time he was done, I was covered in the marks he left on my body. I was filled with cum and I had bruising around my throat from where he was choking me. He got off and that is all the matters. It is all that ever matters. I am here to service you, sir. Leave me with marks. Choke me until I pass out. Sodomize me until I beg for mercy. I am your torture sex doll to use.
I made a teen rape porn with a guy I picked up in a bar last night. I was at this biker bar looking bad ass. I was drunk, but not as drunk as most of the men in the place. This guy came up to me and said I smelled like beer and bad decisions. He bought me some shots and we got to talking. I have this ability to draw out a man’s deepest and darkest fantasies. He admitted to wanting to fuck his girlfriend’s teen daughter. You know I always encourage bad behavior. I told him he needed to scratch that itch and I could help him do just that. I am an accomplished accomplice. I told him we needed a surrogate. A hot teen slut who resembled his cock tease. He was hanging on my every word. I felt his cock under the table and told him we should go make his fantasy a reality while his cock is rock hard. I knew just where to hunt too. There is this building not far from the bar we were drinking at. It has teen raves underground every Friday night. I was the wingman and found a little blonde cock tease that fit the bill. I lured her away saying I could hook her up with weed and booze. Girls never feel threatened by a woman. My partner in crime was hiding in the back seat of my car. He did not make his presence known until we arrived at this abandoned building. She started kicking and screaming. Dumb bimbo. We dragged her into the building so he could explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his girlfriend’s cock teasing daughter. I held her down and told her not to fight. It is always worse when you fight. My accomplice did not last long in her teenage tight twat. I wanted some fun too, so I fisted the stupid girl. Stretched her cunt out even more. We left her there covered in his DNA, scared, alone and pretty banged up. Maybe someone else will find her and have more fun with her. A teen whore is a terrible thing to waste.
I love Gothic phone sex fantasies. The fantasies that seem like they are straight out of a Bronte or Mary Shelley novel make my cunt wet. Add a twist of the macabre and I am doing anything for you. I have a lover with some dark Gothic fantasies. Often, he is a vampire draining my blood from my body to either turn me or slowly kill me by feeding on my blood. This time, his fantasy was me being ravaged by Satan’s beasts. I was a little scared because his mind can go dark when he is with me. He loves creative and violent ways to kill me. He tossed me in a dungeon. I was naked and afraid. I was excepting BDSM and torture. I was not expecting to make a gangbang rape porn with Satan’s beasts. They ravaged my body. They slobbered all over me while they fucked me. These were beasts from Hell. Big werewolf loving creatures with fangs and sharp claws. Big slimy dicks with little shards of glass on their dicks that ripped my cervix apart as they fucked me. My insides were being ripped apart. Their beastly cocks were like 2 feet big. These were creatures of a dark time ions ago. They were summoned by a demon to accept an offering, a human sacrifice. I was turned on by the creativity of my master. He had clearly researched demonic beasts. He knew about human sacrifices to evade eternal damnation. He summoned the hounds from hell to murder me for Satan. I was shredded into pieces by the beasts’ sharp claws. They fucked me and devoured me. It was a hot fantasy phone sex call. One that left me masturbating to Gothic dark fantasies. I always enjoy being the victim of a creative and violent mind.
I like medical fetish phone sex. Why? Because it can get so perverted. Not to mention painful. I like pain too, but pain involving my girl parts is never fun for me. I have this guy I see sometimes. Why I do not know because it never goes well for me. Ever. I like bad boys. He is a doctor. Well, he was a doctor until they revoked his license for molesting women. He was a gynecologist. He performs back-alley abortions and gives women face lifts and Botox injections too. I do not need any of that. He likes to get high though and give me gynecological exams. I should say force me to have them. I get high, and he overpowers me. He forces me into stirrups and straps me down to his table. He cranks up the speculum and shoves all sorts of painful instruments in my cunt and pee hole. Last week, he put a pair of forceps in my cunt and pulled flesh off my vaginal wall while he shoved a sounding device in my urethra. I am not sure I ever screamed louder. He laughed as he kept putting sharp tools in my cunt where no sharp objects should ever be. I am a glutton for punishment. Nothing more than a torture sex doll. I get myself in the most awful situations willingly. Good thing I do not want brats because I think I got a free sterilization thanks to my demented doctor.
Accomplice phone sex has become my favorite. I enjoy helping men fuck up little girls. It is nice to not be the one victimized for once. I got a taste for how much I love victimizing little girls with my last master. In order to gain my freedom and independence, I had to bring him a certain amount of tender age flesh that he could fuck and fuck up. I felt guilty at first, but after about the tenth little angel, I realized it was my calling. Now, I run ads on the dark net as a partner in crime. I am supplementing my income this way. It has turned out to be profitable. I can snag little girls or little boys easily. I can either do some babysitting or I can snatch one up in plan sight because no one thinks a pretty blonde is a nasty bitch. I helped this handsome gentleman get a pretty young mini me this week to the tune of $10,000. I took her as she was walking home from school. I wore a dark wig and strapped down my big tits. I had a stolen car and I acted like one of her mom’s friends. She got in the car without any struggle. I drove her to this no tell motel where I met my client. I helped him strip her naked and tie her to the bed. To stop her screaming, I sat on her face and smothered her with my ass. The vibrations of her screams made me cum. My client violated her tiny holes until he uglied her pink holes. They were bloody and swollen. Her cunt and ass were bleeding and oozing cum. It was so fucking hot. He did not want to kill her, and I have not yet delved into the snuff porn world, so I sold her again to another man who made sure to get rid of the evidence. I am enjoying my new discovered talent as an accomplice.
Roleplay phone sex fantasies make my cunt wet, especially if they are violent. I can be anyone you want. I can age play. I can be related to you. Or I can be some blonde bimbo you just meet somewhere. The darker the better. I love a good “Accused” roleplay. I am a barfly too. I go to this local watering hole. It is filled with old drunks. When I go in, all my drinks are bought and paid for. I have their attention with my statuesque body and blonde bimbo locks. My fantasy is for one night in that bar to be treated like a gangbang rape porn star. I want all the old drunks to fuck me on top of the pinball machine. I want multiple cocks in me at once; I want to be violated over and over until I am begging for mercy. I know it is not a common fantasy among most women, but I am not most women. I am a taboo whore. Pain and sex are instant turn ons for me. Last night, my wish came true. I was dancing to this old song called Black Velvet on the juke box. I started dirty dancing and that was arousing the old drunks. They started dancing with me and groping me. Next thing I knew they had me pinned against the pinball machine. It was less erotic than I had imagined in my head. Old men with drunk dicks. They could not get it up, so they used pool sticks and beer bottles on me while they joked about what a dirty whore I am. They fisted me too. They blamed me for they limp dicks and took it out on me with whatever object they could find. I am a taboo whore, but some fantasies are just better in my head.
When a man tells me he wants snuff sex, I swallow hard, and say a little prayer that I survive. Then I do whatever he tells me. Sometimes, I fight but that never goes my way. Trevor was not a man I expected to beat me. I did not meet him on a fetish site. We met on Tinder. I thought we would just fuck occasionally and maybe party. It seemed to be going that way initially, but last night when I showed up at his place, there were a bunch of other men there. It reminded me of my father and his drinking buddies. I would go to bed and get up to pee and there would be like 10 guys in the house who were drunk and horny. Daddy always shared me with his friends. Trevor was sharing me with his friends too. I did not want to be a gangbang rape porn star. But just like with daddy, what I wanted did not matter. He was charging these guys $100 a piece. That was cheap to do anything they wanted to me. No where in the city can you get to skull fuck, ass fuck and pussy fuck a woman for that. He did not need the money. He did it like my father did it. To assert his dominance over me and remind me that I am nothing but a piece of meat. To most men I am nothing but a blonde whore. For hours, these men fucked every hole I have. Cum was oozing out of my pussy. My ass was prolapsed. My tits were red from being yanked and slapped. I was covered in cum and spit. No one used a condom so just my dumb luck I will get knocked up. And I thought our relationship was going along nicely. Just like daddy, he just saw a bitch he could own.
Kidnapping phone sex fantasies get me wet. I love being vulnerable and frightened. I do a lot of kidnapping fantasies with my callers, but sometimes my life is like a call. It has been beautiful weather lately. Unseasonably cooler in the 70s, which means I can take walks and jog and not sweat to death outside. One night last week, I went for a late night jog. I need to keep my body looking fine. I passed a car with its flashers on and a pregnant woman standing on side of the road looking stressed. I figured she had a flat tire. I stopped to help her, but some one came out of the car, hit me in the head and kidnapped me. I was catfished. I was knocked out until I woke up in dungeon, chained to a wall. I was not the only woman there. Many women were naked and chained in this dungeon from hell with me. This was like straight out of one of my killer phone sex scenarios with a client. It did not take me long to realize I was about to be trafficked. The couple that set me up sell human flesh on the black market. They sell women as breeding whores to couples who cannot conceive on their own. They sell women to men who want private sex slaves to abuse. They even sell women to be slaughtered like something out of a Hostel movie. That was what I feared for me. I can still get pregnant, but I am not shiny and new like some of the much younger women who were chained with me. Men came in and looked at us like meat. They would prod our bodies, explore our cunts and asses, and even test the merchandise. One guy bought me like he was picking out a side of beef to eat that night. I am now in his dungeon being used every hour as a sex slave and punching bag. I liked my fantasy life better. But I am sure like my new owner, you would love a real slave instead of just a phone slave.
I was not looking to be the star of a gangbang rape porn over the weekend, but it happened anyway. I am just a blonde bimbo and what I want never matters, right? What happened was that I was all dolled up to meet a sugar daddy. I stopped into the mall to get a new Fendi bag to match my outfit. I was aware of a creeper following me, but that happens all the time. I never paid him much concern until it was too late. As I was going to my car, he snuck up behind me and dragged me into the back of a pervert looking white van. There were several other men in the van too. As some dude drove off, his cohorts molested me in the back of the van. They groped my tits and fingered my pussy and ass roughly. I was scared. Not only was I concerned about screwing things up with my Sugar Daddy by standing him up, I thought I might die too. They pulled me out of the van screaming and kicking. They tossed me into a building that appeared to be under construction. I tried to run, but I did not get far before one of the guys grabbed me and tied me up like a piece of meat. They carried me into the building tied up and tossed me on the floor. They all started pulling my limbs in different directions. Slapping my face and punching my tits for shits and giggles. They kidnapped me to explore their rape phone sex fantasies for a blonde bimbo. They pulled me in multiple directions because they were so horny for me. They made a mess out of me. Beating me and fucking me for hours. I was exhausted and covered in cum. When they were done, they tossed me in the van and threw me out along the highway like trash. I still have bad road rash and sore fuck holes. And my sugar daddy moved on.
