It is always snuff sex with most of my callers. I just die a different way every day. When he calls, I know I am going to die in a cleaver yet painful way. It was a snuff auction. I did not want to be there. Of course, I did not think I deserved to be there either. Me and a several other blonde bimbos were auctioned off for death. When he bought me, I got sassy. I asked why me. He smacked me. Many times, hard across the face and across the tits. I continued to get sassy until he broke me with his slaps. I just wanted to survive. I was fighting for my life. I know I have not lived a pure life. I have done some things wrong, but this guy was just wanting to torture me for fun, not punishment. Well maybe some punishment. I was a mouthy bitch. Tit torture sex was getting him off. He was smacking my tits, tying them up and using them like boxing bags. I was tied up, with a noose around my neck. I was on a platform for everyone to see too. A public execution with torture first. He choked me, slapped me, electrocuted me too. He was getting off on my body convulsing. I was drooling and turning colors. I was scared. He was destroying my body with a paddle and his bare hands. Just another blonde bimbo dead for amusement.
Babysitter phone sex fantasies get me worked up. I can be a good accomplice too. I have done some bad things as a babysitter. During the pandemic, I picked up some nanny gigs while the strip club was shut down. I am not qualified for much. I do not fit into the traditional workforce. And girls who look like me, do not work at Walmart. I cleaned up. Toned down my bimbo looks. Folks were desperate for care and they did not research me well. One of the gigs involved this barely teen girl. Many of the charges I watched were younger, but this super young teen girl was so sexy in a Lolita way. I needed money and I knew this guy who liked Lolita looking girls. I prepared a special drink for her while he rushed over. She was passed out before he arrived. I poked at her. Lifted her arms, even took her clothes off. She was down for the count. He wanted to fuck all her holes. He gave me an envelope full of cash and I showed him to her room. He fucked her. He fucked her good and she did not move. It was like having sex with dead bodies he said. And he liked it. He got to fuck jailbait flesh. He fucked her pussy and her ass. He got a sort of necrophilia affect too. She was not cold, but she was lifeless. He took her cherry. I cleaned up the mess. And boy was there a mess. I licked up all the blood and cum. I washed her shit and blood stained sheets. I washed away the DNA and mess from her skin and cleaned her fuck holes. I dressed her in her night clothes. Her parents came home, paid me and I left that little angel sleeping, clueless about what happened to her. I never worried about the parents because I was using a fake ID. I am a smart accomplice phone sex partner despite my looks.
I want to explore your taboo phone sex desires with you. I have so many dark desires that make my bald cunt wet. Vampires turn me on. I love a hot Gothic tale. I like torture fantasies too. Make me beg for my life. Sexually mutilate me. Dismember me too. The more violent, painful and bloody, the wetter the pussy. Home invasion and kidnapping fantasies? Hell, yes to those kinds of dark fantasies too. Honestly, I am just a dark woman. You never have to worry about me not complying with your violent fantasies. I was born to serve. I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was born with a collar around my neck and the only thing in my mouth was a cock. From the moment I came into this world, I was guzzling cum. When men ask me what my favorite fantasy is, I always struggle because so many things get me off. If I had to answer that question, anything involving rape phone sex fantasies would be my answer. I do love being force fucked in all my holes. Not that you can force fuck the willing, but it is fun to pretend to not want it! Whatever your kinky desires are, I will be your taboo whore.
I made a resolution to bring you more murder phone sex fantasies this year. If 2020 taught me anything, it is that you guys need to kill and torture a blonde bimbo. It is better and cheaper than therapy. I love being the star of your snuff fantasies. I died thousands of ways last year and my goal is to die a few more thousand ways this year. Something is wrong with me, I know. I am a pretty girl. I am smarter than my Bimbo looks suggest too. I never have a problem getting a man or making friends. People like me. Maybe more men than women like me, but very few folks know the dark fantasies I harbor. It likely goes back to daddy. As much as I fought to reinvent myself, I only get off to rough and violent sex. I am attracted to sadistic men who harbor dark secrets. My daddy had dark secrets. I have been forthright about how him and his buddies abused me when I was young. I was not out of high school yet and I was a gangbang rape porn star. Most people assume I ran away because daddy was force fucking me several times a day. That was part of it, of course. But the main reason was because I discovered daddy’s dark secret. The house I grew up in belonged to my grandparents and had a bomb shelter behind the garage. Daddy told me it was not safe, and he would tear the skin off my ass if he ever caught me going down there. I got scared one day when I was home alone, and the tornado warning went off. I was mortified. Shackles built into the concrete, food in dog bowls, no light, creepy crawlies and an emaciated girl in a locked cage. The worse part was the big vat of lye. Daddy was kidnapping girls, doing sick shit to them and getting rid of the evidence right under my nose. I wanted to free the girl, but I feared my daddy’s wrath. I always regretted leaving her to die, but I ran away the next week. Now here I am 20 years later wanting to explore your killer phone sex fantasies. Therapists say girls want men like their fathers.
I enjoy a good kidnapping phone sex fantasy. Do you? So much variety. One of my favorites is when I am out somewhere like jogging or coming back from the mall and I get taken in broad daylight. I did one the other night that left my pussy dripping. I was taking back some Christmas gifts and I was unaware I was being stalked. I am never sure when guys are checking me out unless they are blunt. I was at my car opening the trunk when I realized some one was behind me. He pushed me into my trunk and drove off in my car. I was fighting and screaming. I was being kidnapped in my own car. It felt like an eternity in that trunk. When we stopped, I started pounding on the trunk and yelling, hoping some one would hear me. No one would hear me. We were in the middle of nowhere. He dragged me out of my trunk, across the gravel road and into the rundown shack. It looked like something out of an 80s horror summer camp movie. It felt like one too. He tied me to the bottom of a bunk bed. The mattress smelled of mold and piss. He left me there and came back later with some men. They did not speak to me directly. They talked about me like I was not there. They were negotiating prices. It was a bidding war. I feared this was a sex trafficking scheme. A price was reached, and I was handed over to a fat foreign man. He immediately shoved me on my knees and forced his fat hairy dick in my mouth. I was crying and struggling, but he bought me to force fuck me. He was not the only one either. All day long my kidnapper took money from men who paid to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with me. I was sodomized, fucked and covered in cum. Some men were rougher than others. Most of them slapped me around and called me names. I tried to escape in my head, but the reality was too bleak to forget. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and I think it is certain that I am here to stay. My life will never be the same. I am now nothing more than a sex slave.
Ass rape porn stars stay busy, even the week of Christmas. Something about the holidays makes men want to fuck my ass hard. Fist it even. I met up with Tyler last night. He is a Tinder hookup. Pretty boring guy compared to most men, but I get beaten and abused so much, boring is nice sometimes, even for a pain slut. Tyler showed up high last night. I thought he was too strait laced to party. He had been at a party before giving me a late night booty call. He did coke for the first time. I could tell his demeanor was all different. He was assertive and aggressive. It was like coke changed him from Mr. Hyde, to Dr. Jekyll. I was kind of digging it actually. I mean he pushed me against the wall, ripped off my panties and shoved a bunch of fingers up my pussy. He put his forearm against my throat restricting my air flow. My pussy was as wet as it has ever been with him. He noticed too. “You like it rough, Cassie, he asked?” I just whimpered and nodded my head. He pulled his cock out and pushed me by my shoulders to the floor. Skull fucking me, he called me names and grabbed my tits like you grab a bull by the horns. I was still dripping wet. He could have killed me and had snuff sex after the fact and I would have been just as wet. Instead of killing me, he ordered me on all fours like a dog in heat. That is when he rammed his dick in my asshole unlubricated. I was cumming so hard, harder than I had before. That is because as much as I say I want vanilla sex, I am just a taboo bitch who likes it rough.
Let me be your snuff porn present. Face it. The Christmas season can bring out some anger and resentment. I want to be here for you. I can be your closet snuff doll. You can deal with your family, come back and take it out on me. I am here for you. Tony got a jump start on his Christmas frustrations. He was looking for a bimbo to beat, and I fell into his lap. I answered an ad he had on a fetish site. He was in my city, so I responded. I had no idea what I was getting into. He was offering money and that was what made me say yes. I am not making as much money as I once was, so I am supplementing here and there. He said he needed a punching bag because his family was nagging him. We hooked up last night. I had to meet him in his hotel room. It was a no tell motel off the highway. Dark, damp, old motel rooms keep dirty secrets well. He was surprised how pretty I was for a taboo phone sex whore. Then he smacked me. He smacked me right across the face making my lip bleed. I stumbled backwards and he jumped on top of me. This was an unsophisticated beat down. No ropes, no chains, no BDSM equipment at all. I do not know what I was expecting, but not to just be beat up. He pummeled his fists into my body. No part of me was off limits either. He punched my tits. He sucker punched me in the stomach. He beat up my pussy too. I got a few punches in the face, one blow cracked my nose. I was bleeding. My eyes were swelling close. He was really mad at the world. I have the broken bones and bruises to prove it. 2020 has most certainly been a brutal year.
My tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times. I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.
It was a snuff sex party. I have been temping at this office for a few months. Not many folks in the office because of Covid, but a guy I know from the strip club offered me the job. He said I just had to look pretty and answer phones. Seemed easy enough. I got invited to the holiday party. When I arrived, I realized I was the only woman. Now, in the office I am the only girl, but the company employs many women. I knew many were choosing to work from home, but still expected to see some females at the party. Turned out it was not really a party at all. It was just an excuse to turn the office bimbo into a gangbang rape porn star. My eggnog was spiked with something because I got disoriented quickly. Next thing I knew, the guys were pawing at me and ripping my clothes off. I felt violated. The guy that I knew from the club was the ringleader. He was live streaming my gang bang. The guys contorted my body to fuck my ass. They spit and pissed on me. It was like they were working out pent up frustrations on me. I got kicked and punched too. They made fun of my fuck holes being loose, so they would put two cocks in me at once. I was foggy from being drugged but I was sure I heard dings like folks were telling them what to do to from the live stream. They used me. They degraded me. They drugged me. They sodomized me. They fucked me. They pissed on me. They filmed it all too. It was not a holiday party for me. I was not only force fucked, but I was also fired too. I was told this was my severance pay.
I love a good fantasy phone sex call. One of my favorite regulars called me today and delivered one too. A perfect roleplay for a pain slut bimbo like me. I am in a camp for frigid stuck-up bitches who deny men access to their holes. A man has the right to use me when he wants, and I should not act like I hate sex. I was singled out of the room with the other stuck-up bitches. He brought me up onto the stage so the other cunts could see my punishment. He hit me a few dozen times, which was followed with some whacks from a wooden paddle. He made me touch my cunt and it was wet. I only get aroused with pain it appeared. Once he realized I was coming out of my frigid state with pain, he grabbed a leather paddle with spikes and gave me 50 more whacks on my bare ass. The welts formed quickly. My cunt got wetter. And my punisher was not done with me yet. There was a chair, like an executioner chair, on the stage. He pushed me into it. He strapped down my arms, He shackled my ankles. I got a strap around the chest and the forehead. Thighs and waist strapped too like I was going to be electrocuted. I was sitting on a hole in the chair. I thought it was for when I piss myself because strapped down like that, I thought I was going to get some serious torture sex. I did get tortured; I came to death. He shoved a rabbit dildo up my cunt that was going warp speed. A metal bar kept it in place. Nipple clamps with heavy weights were affixed to my nipples. I had to beg to cum. Beg for my last cum. As I came, I was electrocuted. I died a stuck-up cunt with a wet pussy because I was a pain slut.
