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.
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.
