I have some sexy fantasy phone sex callers. I love creative dominant men. Earlier this week, I was leaving a building after an appointment. I entered the elevator. Suddenly, I felt a chill. Just something felt off even though I was alone in the elevator. The lights flickered, the elevator shook, and I thought my off feeling was that the elevator was about to plummet me to my death. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. How could that be. I never saw a person in the elevator when I got in. He spoke. I turned around and there he was in front of me. A tall, dark, handsome and mysterious man. I gasped when I realized he had no reflection in the mirror on the ceiling of the elevator. I closed my eyes, opened them back up thinking I was hallucinating. He was still in front of me, still no reflection. I started to back up to push the emergency button. He showed his fangs. I knew what he was in that moment. I still thought maybe I was in some strange erotic dream. He told me I belong to him now. I was frozen in my spot. I felt fear and arousal at the same time. I did not want to die, but he was offering me immortality. And one last hard orgasm. A cum before death. It was not a choice for me. He was in control. I could fight and be vampire food, or I could give in, have the best orgasm of my life and live for eternity as a vampire. I chose the latter. I tilted my head to accept his fangs in my flesh. He was masturbating me as he slowly drank my blood. He showed restraint, so that I could cum. It was a hard cum. I begged to service him in immortality. He could have exsanguinated me; turned my body into dust. Instead, he drank just enough of my blood to turn me into his vampire lover for life. What is your snuff sex fantasy?
He made me a snuff porn star. He picked me because I am a pain slut and I love to be watched. My little show began easy enough for me. A few clothes pins on my nipples, clit and cunt lips for the entertainment of his audience. It was a live snuff show. I did not know it was going to get worse, far worse than even this pain slut could handle. I was being injected with something called nanonites. When I cum, I die. And as a pain slut, it is hard not to cum with the kind of torture sex that he was inflicting on me. Weights on my nipples, pulled my big tits to the ground. I begged for more. I am a glutton for punishment. I needed the pain. My executioner fucked me hard in my cunt and ass with the whip handle he punished my ass with. As he fucked my cunt, he smacked my ass with a wooden paddle. With every whack, I screamed out in pain and with the same breath, begged for more. I had to entertain his audience. I was trying not to cum. I wanted to live, but when he brought out the sex machine, I knew I was a goner. As he took bets on how long I would live, I tried to think how not to cum. He pulled another blonde bimbo onto the stage with us. She would no doubt be my replacement soon. She sucked his cock as he released the sex machine. I was being penetrated at warp speed. My pussy was wet. The pain was intense. I was going to die and die soon. This was live snuff sex. My killer orchestrated my death in front of a live audience. While he came in a blonde bimbo’s mouth, I begged to die. I begged to cum. And just like that, I came and died.
Violent phone sex fantasies get my pussy wet. I love being treated like a dirty whore. I hooked up with a guy I met online last night. We agreed to have rough sex. My girlfriends do not understand me. I am not some delicate flower. I will not break and I do not need to be made love to like a princess. I am a far cry from a princess. Dave was looking for a slave to service him. One who knew what the expectations were and did not expect to be wined and dined. I just expected to be fucked and fucked. Dave was not one for small talk. As soon as he walked into my house, he had me pinned against my foyer wall. He ripped my clothes off and jammed a bunch of fingers up my cunt. His hand was gripped firmly on my throat causing me to pass out. He would slap me back awake and make me pass out again. When we got to the oral part of the evening, he skull fucked me so hard I puked on his cock. He did not stop. He kept skull fucking me until I puked some more. He showed my pussy and ass no mercy either. He held my neck down as he treated me like an ass rape porn star. I was in pain and struggling to breathe, but he did not give a fuck. He did warn me. I do not know what I expected. I got what I asked for and now my ass is prolapsed and I have bruises all over my body. I know I am a worthless whore. I know I put myself out there for anything goes, but I keep hoping maybe one of these days a man will want to spoil me, maybe even marry me.
I am full of taboo phone sex stories. My life is a far cry from vanilla. My youngest years were spent as daddy’s whore. He made me do the things my mom did before she left us. She wanted no more of his abuse. I do not know if she thought he would not touch me because I was his flesh and blood or if she just did not care because it was no longer her. The very next day after she packed her bags and left, he was fucking me. A week later he was selling my tiny holes to settle his gambling debts. He exchanged his baby girl for coke too. At the time I hated those old fat men using me as their cum dumpster. I wanted to be a normal girl. I wanted to play with dolls and ride bikes with friends. I had no friends. My sperm donor kept me isolated from anyone my age. I ran away when I was a teen. Right into the arms of men like him. Men have always wanted to use me. Many have wanted to hurt me too. I am a pain slut now because of it. I thought my hooking days were over, but times have been tough because of the shutdowns. My strip club was closed for months and it is a dead zone in there now. Even snuff phone sex has been slow. I put an ad on Fet Life. Men will pay to fuck a blonde whore, but they feel entitled to do what ever they want to me in exchange. Beau skull fucked me so hard, he realigned my jaw. He sodomized my ass with his cock and fist, gaping my asshole wider than a shark’s mouth. By the time, our hour was up, I was a bloody sore mess. I could barely walk. He tossed me some money and said, “thanks whore.” I just went from being daddy’s whore to being every man’s whore.
I make a hot accomplice phone sex partner. Look at me? I am a blonde goddess, but do not worry. I know my place. I am your slave. I am at your disposal. I have a master in my life who likes his pussy younger and tighter than mine. He only fucks my ass. The other day when he was pounding my ass, he told me he should kill me. I had outlived my usefulness. If I was no longer fun to fuck, why keep me around. I understood, but I was not ready to die yet. I discussed being a useful accomplice. I mean I can pass as a babysitter, a talent scout, even a candy stripper. I can go places he cannot go and get girls he could not get on his own. He loved my idea. I knew my life was contingent on finding him something suited to his tastes. I have a candy stripper outfit and a hospital badge I stole awhile back from this male nurse I fucked while donating blood. I knew I could get into the hospital. The security is tighter, and no visitors are permitted in, but no one paid me any attention. I looked the part. I blended in. I went to the ward with the young ones on it and kidnapped a young girl. She only had a broken leg. That just meant she could not get away from me or from master. She was doped up. I wheeled her right out of the hospital. When you are a pretty woman you can get away with anything. Master was quite pleased. When he fucked her tender age cunt, exploring his rape phone sex fantasies, I knew I had extended my life. Master ravaged all her tiny fuck holes. The bloody mess between her legs let me know she was a virgin. If I keep finding master young pussy, I will live.
Gangbang rape porn seems more popular in the age of Covid. I think more men are feeling stressed and angry. That means they need a whore to abuse. I am usually that whore. I was with this Tinder date the other night. I was sipping on a fruity drink as we ate dinner. We were at his place since no restaurants are open to capacity. That was what I remembered last. I woke up in a dungeon. Like what the fuck. This was a fuck date not a submissive whore date. I saw no one, and I heard nothing. It was dark and damp. I was bound and gagged. Suddenly, I saw a white strobe light flashing. I could see shapes. Then out of nowhere, emerged a group of men. They were dressed funny and chanting. Latin, I think. OMG, I thought to myself, I was going to be sacrificed for some Satanic ritual. The Tinder guy told his clothed friends to fuck me. They pinned me down and forced their cocks in my holes. I still did not know if I was just an ass rape porn star for the night or if I was being sacrificed. As they violated me, I thought to myself how could I be part of a satanic ritual? I was not young nor a virgin. Maybe the cloak and dagger look was to protect their identity. They were violating me against my will. I tried to go someone where else in my mind while they tortured my ass with their fat cocks. My fuck holes were drenched in cum, gaped open, swollen, even bloody. They prolapsed my ass. I had been bound and gang banged for folly. Just some horny men who needed to burn off some steam, and I walked right into their trap. My Tinder date from hell dumped my battered, cum filled body in an alley like garbage. But I survived.
As a bondage phone sex whore, I mostly have female masters. There are a few exceptions. Ella is a beautiful bad ass bitch. I cannot help but give into her. We met years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female master there. The rest of us girls were just submissive whores up for the taking. She took a liking to me because she found me beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am not a princess. I know my place. Ella called me last weekend because she was jonesing for some hardcore BDSM action. All the underground clubs are closed until further notice. I was happy to be her pet for an hour, a day or an eternity. She brought me a diamond encrusted dog collar. She put a leash on me and walked me around my block before play time. My neighbors saw it. It was so humiliating. When we got back inside, she told me that in medieval times, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with this archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture sex devices. I was scared. I thought this was just some basic BDSM fun. She wanted to hurt me. She had pliers, scissors and a host of sharp objects. Ella is a dominant bitch, but I met her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped my nails and toes in hot sulfur which loosened the nail from my flesh. It also loosened the flesh from my bones. My screams could pierce ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. Nothing in my BDSM world prepared me for the pain of this barbaric practice. I learned a painful lesson. Never try to be prettier than your Master. I will never make that mistake again.
I have rape phone sex fantasies. I have a lot more of them lately because I have more time on my hands than usual. I did a hot call the other night that made my fantasies stronger. I have a vampire lover, who switched up our call. I find anything with him hot. I was going to my car and I felt hands over my mouth. A shadowy figure, much taller than me, dragged me into his car. When we got to the final destination, he dragged me out of his car kicking and screaming. I was scared. But my pussy was wet. I could feel it and I knew he could smell me too. I know. Something is wrong with me. A stranger kidnapped me and now he was forcing his cock deep inside my pussy, but I was somehow aroused. I felt his hand around my throat choking me as he penetrated deep inside me. He knew I was wet despite my protests. I struggled. I knew he could kill me at any moment. I guess I struggled and protested because it seemed like what a normal woman would do. But I am not a normal woman. I am a taboo phone sex slut. I want to be a victim.
Do you enjoy medical fetish phone sex? I have a weird fantasy. More like a dark desire. I want to go to a sadistic gynecologist. I want to be completely naked and in stirrups. I want to be strapped down and sexually tortured until I pass out or die. I know. I am fucked up. I was at the hospital a couple days ago for a Covid-19 test. I saw all these handsome doctors around and wondered if any of them were sadistic, woman hating bastards. I know they take an oath to help people, but many folks still believe Jack the Ripper was a doctor. Maybe that is where I got my demented medical fantasy. I have a love for true crime. I masturbate thinking of myself as the victim. Sick bitch, I know. Maybe you would like to play doctor with me? Have you ever wanted to sterilize a girl? Or mutilate her sex organs so she will never reproduce or fuck again? You know, ruin a woman forever. My fantasy is dark, but I am constantly masturbating to it. I am probed with a sharp speculum that cuts my cervix. Shreds my girl parts until my womb is empty. I am strapped down with my internal girl parts in a bloody pile on the floor. You would think that would be enough, but no. I want fucked with a cattle prod. I want my clit burned with a blow torch. I want my labia lips cut off with scissors. Violent and sadistic torture sex of my female parts makes my pussy so wet. And, let’s not forget about sexually mutilating my tits and asshole either. They are up for torture too. Damn, I need some violent fucking. I would settle for some violent phone fun, however. Think you are sadistic enough for me?
I love accomplice phone sex calls. For one, it is a break from the violent attention on me. I know that sounds bad, but some of you are extreme on me. I like the chance to be extreme on some one else occasionally. I know what my man likes. I have aged out for him which is why he uses me like a fucking whore. My princess days are over. He sometimes gets a hankering for something super young. I used to feel bad about leading a little innocent girl to a brutal demise, but I have come to believe it is all about survival of the fittest. If he is sodomizing and killing some little brat, at least he is not sodomizing and killing me. Callous, I know, but I am still alive despite the violence I have endured. So, when I knew master wanted something young, I got him just what he wanted. I held her down while he forced his big cock up her tiny cunt. He ripped her pussy in two. She had a gaped hole that was bleeding. She was crying from the pain. She was begging for mercy. Mercy would have been for me to dope her up with smack or suffocate her, but if I put her out of her misery, master would have put me out of mine. I just did as he told me. I filmed him violating her tiny holes. That kind of snuff porn goes for serious money. I knew I would not see a dime, but if I helped, I would live. So, I did my part. I held the tiny girl down as master used her fuck holes. When he was done cumming in her tiny holes, I suffocated her and buried in the woods. I do as I am told. That is how I survive.
