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Taboo Training: A Shocking Tale of Ass rape porn

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If you’re into some good old fashioned taboo shit, I’ve got a story that’ll make your toes curl.

See, I used to be an ass-rape porn star, yeah! Wild stuff. My ex-master had a thing for training young sluts to take his cock up the butt. Me? I was his go-to girl for that. I’d help him break them in, these little innocents who had no clue what was coming.

But here’s the twist, dude. Turns out, the latest girl he wanted to turn into his personal anal queen was none other than his own daughter! Crazy, right? I was shocked too, but money talks, and when he offered me a fat stack to train his daughter, I couldn’t say no.

She was a tearful, screaming mess as I began her initiation. I shoved a dildo up her tiny butt, and the poor girl couldn’t handle it. But hey, that’s the price of admission to the big leagues.

Soon, Daddy Dearest was there, and he showed no mercy. He fucked her ass raw, and the poor thing suffered through it, screaming and crying. But hey, that’s the kink, right?

What’s crazy is, his daughter could take a lot more than your average chick. Taboo shit has a way of turning you on, huh? I mean, it’s fucked up, but damn it felt good to watch her struggle.

That’s my story, bro. Training a teary young girl to be a total ass slave. And you know what? I loved every minute of it!

My Sadistic Brother’s Torment: A True Story

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The depraved scene that unfolded between me and my sadistic brother.  I was hornier than a two-dollar hooker. I stumbled into the den, buzzed from the bar, to catch my brother mid-wank—a lucky break.

I crawled towards him, lust clouding my judgment. He smirked, knowing what I wanted. We’d shared fantasy stories like this before, but never acted on them. This time, I wasn’t leaving without a taste.

He offered me a sadistic grin and gestured to the bed. I obeyed, my heart pounding with anticipation. He had a thing for kinky sex, and I was about to indulge him—and myself.

It started with dirty talk, him calling me a “fucking whore” and me begging for his cock. But it soon got physical. He manhandled me, spanking me raw and leaving welts on my ass. My moist cunt was dripping, eager for his touch.

He brought out the big guns, stuffing a red ball gag in my mouth and securing it with ropes. Then the water torture began—high-pressure hosepipes drenching my body, leaving me soaked and vulnerable.

My cunt was aching for attention, and he obliged by roughly fingering me. Digging. Pulverizing. While his face was buried in my ass, biting and leaving marks.

I came harder than I ever had, but he wasn’t done. He sliced the ropes, allowing me to wrap my legs around his body and grind my soaking cunt against him. I could feel his rock-hard cock against my thighs.

I took control, lifting my hips and forcing him inside me. The sensation of his thick member filling me sent me over the edge. He came hard, and I milked him dry.

This was just the tip of the iceberg—next time, things would get even more twisted.

Kidnapping Phone Sex: The Dark Side

Alright, prepare yourself for a twisted tale that’ll make your toes curl.

I was minding my own business when suddenly, out of nowhere, I was kidnapped. These two perverts had been watching me, planning my abduction. I was thrown into a dark van, my screams silenced by a dirty rag shoved in my mouth.

When they finally let me go, I found myself in a dingy warehouse. It smelled of decay and despair. They call each other Zach and his buddy. Fucker had a strange kick – he got off on dominating and breaking people. I was just another toy to him.

They stripped me naked, chaining me to a cold wall. Zach’s pal started playing with my body, groping and pinching my flesh as if I was some kind of doll. I felt so helpless.

It got worse. Much worse. Zach brought out his toys – whips, chains, and goddamn electrical devices. The pain was excruciating. They enjoyed watching me suffer, laughing hysterically like maniacs.

But that wasn’t the end. Oh no, these freaks had a dark chamber where they took me. A room filled with strange devices and kinky contraptions. I was strapped down and at their mercy.

They took turns using my body for their twisted pleasures. It was a never-ending nightmare.

I’m still here, waiting for my chance to escape. But with these monsters, there’s no telling what tomorrow brings.

Personal Training: A Taboo Workout Session

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Stepping into the gym, my heart raced at the thought of the taboo session I was about to embark on. I had a crush on my trainer, and today, I intended to act on it. Something about his dominance and control turned me on immensely.

I found him waiting for me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He locked the gym door, and my excitement grew. I did as instructed, shedding my layers, piece by piece, until I was left in my sports bra and shorts, feeling exposed but excited.

His eyes roamed my body appreciatively, and I felt my cheeks flush. He gracefully moved towards me, his movements purposeful. Straddling my body, he created an aura of control that ignited my desires.

His deep voice ordered me to undress him, and I felt a rush of power as I slowly unbuckled his belt. This was a roleplay I’d never imagined, yet here I was, in the midst of it.

He wanted me to beg. Beg for him to take me, to show me the ways of the flesh. And so I did. I pleaded, my voice echoing in the now-steamy room, begging my trainer to make me his.

He granted my plea, and the sensation was indescribable.

Are you feeling the burn yet? ????

The Night of Debauchery: A Snuff phone sex Fantasy

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Let me take you on a journey, a descent into the perverse and forbidden. A phone call ignited a fire, a mysterious stranger with a voice like molten chocolate. Our conversations ignited the darkest corners of our minds, a match struck in the depths of depravity.

I yearned for the darkness he promised, a world where pleasure and pain intertwined. I was his willing participant, eager to explore the edges of morality. One fateful night, he suggested a game, a twisted fantasy of power and submission. I played along, curious and aroused, as he painted a scene of exotic torture.

In person, he was a vision of sin and desire. His eyes, like sharp knives, pierced my soul, the thrill indescribable. He bound me, a delicate sacrifice at his alter of pleasure. The night unfolded, a tapestry of sensation. Whips whispered across my skin, leaving it sore . The crack of leather, mixed with my euphoric screams, echoed through the chambers of our lust.

His teeth marked my body, claiming me as his possession. The true masterpiece, however, was yet to come. With a gleam of wickedness, he produced a scalpel, its cold touch against my flesh sending shivers down my spine. He sliced open the tender petals of my core, and I peaked, screaming his name in ecstasy.

They found me, satiated and drenched in desire’s aftermath. A wicked grin adorned my lips, a testament to the erotic horror I had experienced. This is a tale of caution, a woman’s plunge into her wildest dreams—a journey some may never return from.

Blasphemy phone sex: My Little Cunny Creaming Ecstasy

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I am writhing within these tight ropes; they dig deep into my skin but provoke pangs of desire beyond logic’s understanding – my body responds instantly! His voice whispers foul temptations; he fuels my fire even higher! His demonic charms caress my ears while he speaks; I succumb instantly! I am his toy in every sense! He could say anything; I am his bitch! He could spit venom; I drink poison without respite! My hormones rage like wild fauna; they entwine around him! Oh heavenly beast! My skin glows under his gaze; he turns me into his flesh fiendish plaything! I drink from his lips; his touch ignites intense passion within me! He molds me into his plaything; I am blinded by him – powerless against his enchantments! My little cunny creams as he pushes me harder; he unleashes desires fierce enough to break free from confinement! I feel something exquisite – an orgasmic bliss so divine that even gods would envy! My body throbs under his hands; he dominates me freely now! His gaze fixes upon me; his touch sends shivers down my spine! Unforgiving bondage binds me; he makes me cum harder than ever before! Every pore on my body responds instantly; his demons possess me entirely! His hands carve into my flesh; his touch sends shivers down my spine! My body writhes under his mercy; instantaneous pleasure surges through every cell! Oh world! Can one truly believe such things? Yet here I am – bound by ropes cruel yet satisfying every wish darkest imagination!

Bondage Phone Sex: My Darkest Fantasy

You think you’re so tough, tying me up like some kind of fucked-up dominatrix. Well, you’re right—I am a victim of your dark, perverted desires, and there’s nothing I can do to stop you. You’ve got me at your mercy, strapped down to that goddamn table, while the whole world watches. I’m nothing but a fuck toy for you, aren’t I?

Your evil eyes scan my body, taking in every inch of me as I lie helpless. A smirk stretches across your face, knowing damn well how this is affecting me. You enjoy the power you hold over me, the control that makes me so wet and vulnerable. I’m like a fucking rabbit in the headlights, unable to escape your sinister plans.

You’ve got me so worked up that my juices are dripping down my thighs. My breasts are heaving, and my lungs burn as I gasp for air. But you’re not done with me yet. Oh no, you’re just getting started. You want to humiliate me, make me your little slut in front of everyone.

While you tease and torment me, I can feel every touch, every stroke, and every whisper of your body. My body’s on fire, and my pussy’s pulsating. I need release, but you’re intent on keeping me on the edge. It’s cruel, what you’re doing to me, but by the gods, it feels so fucking good.”

The Castration Fantasy: My Side of the Story

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You gotta hear this fucked-up scenario I’ve got cooking in my head. It’s a bit graphic, so brace yourself. I’m this helpless bitch, tied up and gagged, right? But I’m not just any victim. Oh no, I’m the prized possession of a fucked-up, sadistic woman. She’s a real nut job, and she gets off on dominating and possibly hurting me.

But I’m not complaining. Well, maybe a little. But who doesn’t want to be the center of attention, even if it involves some kinky shit? This dominant lady is something else. She’s not the typical phone sex operator. She’s a real alpha female, and Goddamn, it turns me on.

But here’s the catch: I’m gonna have to watch my step. She’s made it clear – no funny business or it’s off with my balls. Literally. And she’s not joke either. I’ve seen the trophies in her dungeon. Jars upon jars of poor guys’ balls, labeled and all. Some even got their whole junk chopped off.

So, I’m fucked, quite literally. I’m gonna have to be a good boy, or else. But the thought of that makes me so horny. Being at her mercy, the power she has over me, is a massive turn-on. Phone sex has never been so intense. I’m dripping just thinking about it.

I’m hers, and she can do as she pleases. As long as I remember my place, we’re gonna have a wild ride. But fuck up, and those scissors are coming for my balls. Wish me luck, guys!

Satan’s Sin: A Blasphemous Tale

There’s something about blasphemy sex that sends shivers down my spine—the wrongness of it, the sheer depravity. It’s a delicious taboo, one that makes my pussy squirt in anticipation.

I’m your sinful accomplice, ready to defile an innocent virgin. Picture me holding her down as you deflower her, her delicate cherry ripe for the taking. Meanwhile, I’d be masturbating with a saintly statue, chanting “Hail Satan!”—the ultimate religious taboo.

Our  Blasphemy phone sex session can be as depraved as we wish—disrespecting the sanctity of the church in the most delightful ways. After taking the virgin’s innocence, I envision myself on a church pew, bend over, inviting you to take me while I savor the taste of her freshness. The mixture of blood and cum—a sacred elixir—will only heighten the experience.

Let’s embark on this unholy journey, a tale that’ll make the gods above jealous. Join me in this blasphemous fantasy, and together, we’ll dance with the devil.

Are you ready for this forbidden adventure, brave one?

Strangleholdthreshold: A Choking Game Paradise

Strangulation phone sex

 

For the daring and the bold, I present a thrilling tale of a peculiar fetish—strangulation phone sex. Prepare to blush and breathe deeply as we venture into this kinky realm…

Oh, my, what a kinky thought—a beautiful throat adorned with strong hands, applying just the right amount of pressure. A delicious fantasy indeed!

But tonight, we shall make it a reality. I have a plethora of ideas—a veritable arsenal of strangulation methods at our disposal. Electrical cords, robust ropes, or everyday belts—each offering a unique sensation, leaving their mark on my tender neck.

Imagine me, helpless on the bed, my hands bound above me. You, my mysterious strangler, have the upper hand—a delicious power trip. With each tool, I moan and Capitulate—an orchestra of ecstasy, each note carefully conducted.

The toaster cord, a sleek instrument, winds around my throat, the heat a welcome hug. The hairdryer, a powerful beast, offers a force to be reckoned with—my struggles futile, yet so arousing. And the belt—a personal favorite—snugly embraces my neck, your strong pull sending shivers down my spine.

Each method has its charms, leaving different patterns on my skin—a visible sign of our intimate battle. But the pleasure, ah, the pleasure is mine. I yearn for the tightness, the loss of breath, the sensation of being dominated by your strong hands.

My secret desire… a risky business, but oh so enticing!