Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

taboo phone sex

Taboo phone sex fantasies are what I do best. My callers fall into two categories: mommy lovers and sadistic men who like to do cruel things to mommy whores. I have a very interesting life on and off the phone. Callers ask me all the time if I have a Master. My master is cocaine. I have long had a problem with nose candy. My husband travels a lot, so he doesn’t know the depths of depravity I will sink for a fix. He is not a dominate man, neither are our young sons. His son from a previous marriage is the closest thing I have to a master.  Since I am weak for cocaine, I get myself into pickles all the time. This weekend, I was partying with some frat boys. We were doing lines and fucking. There was some double penetration going on, but nothing wild. Then one of the guys brought in a little girl. No clue who she was or where she came from. She was very young and very scared. She asked me if I knew her mommy. This wasn’t good. I tried to be maternal to the girl when one of the boys punched me in the face. He gave me a knife and told me to “carve the bitch up.” All three boys had pure evil in their eyes. I was informed explicitly that if I didn’t snuff the little whore, I’d be a dead bitch. These weren’t frat boys. They were sick twisted perverts. I looked at the little girl, said I was sorry and closed my eyes. I told myself this was all a bad dream as I plunged the knife in her tiny body. She was screaming and they were laughing. I was crying and shaking. When I heard no more screams, I opened my eyes. The guys were fucking her young dead body. All three of them. It was the most gruesome thing I had ever seen. They seemed like normal 20 something men but they were a pack of wild animals. I did the rest of the blow, got so fucking high, I’m still not sure it really happened, even though the blood stains on my clothes tell me it did.

Snuff Sex Rena

snuff sex

On my journey from Mexico city to Texas i rode in a semi with a big fat scary gringo with ocean blue eyes. He would look into my eyes and tell me don’t worry morenita, I will take care of you. Little did i know how he would take care of me. I thought he was a good gringo because he didn’t charge me to be my coyote, and hide me in the back in his sleeper. As soon as we crossed the Juarez border into El Paso Tx, I felt him slam on the brakes. He rushed to the back grabbed me by my hair and said, ” listen you little fucking wet back bitch now you’re mine, and I’m going to use your brown panochita as my glory hole. If you open that little pretty mouth of yours i will call la migra on you, to send your Mexican brown ass back to Mexico.” This gringo fucked me over and over, the more he fucked me the more I liked his big white vanilla cock.

Snuff sex is what killed her

snuff sexSnuff sex is what killed her but it took days and days of her suffering before she finally expired. By then I was bored with her, she was too weak to be much fun and I was read for her to just fucking die already! I had already done everything I could think of to hurt her, she was missing limbs, her bones were broken she was well fucked and burned… even skinned in places and still that bitch wouldn’t die! Was she some kind of super human victim? An immortal whore? She was boring and annoying me with her very presence so I decided to just beat her to fucking death and end it all! I picked up a heavy pipe and just started smashing her with it over and over and over again until she was reduced to a pile of mush… finally dead so I could move on to the next thrill.

2 girls for Cannibalism phone sex dinner

cannibalism phone sexI just found the perfect cannibalism phone sex specimen for us. I knew when I saw her that she fit all of your requirements for fine dining. With her fresh, wholesome looks, plump thighs, perfect rump roast ass, and thighs that would make Colonel Sanders smile, all I could think was Grade A Prime meat.

She would be easy pickings. Her name is Kali. She lives with her violent, drunk daddy. She is so poor and has basically nothing. It would be easy to make her my new friend and gain her trust. Maybe take her to the spa so that our prep work is so much easier. All nice and smooth and hairless. No one would miss her when she disappeared. Her daddy would just think she ran off with some guy.  No one would know that she went out to dinner and never came back. Poor Kali.

accomplice phone sex

I have some great new recipe ideas for this Kali. Cajun chef, Justin Wilson, who also had a great sense of humor, intrigues me. He’s dead now but he would’ve loved our style. Listen to this:  “Stir the garlic, horseradish, hot pepper sauce, thyme, salt, pepper, Cajun seasoning, olive oil, and malt vinegar together in a bowl until thoroughly blended. Pierce the beef roast all over with a meat fork. Douse with the mixture. Place the roast in a large, resealable plastic bag.”  Mmmmmm, how perfect does that sound? Maybe even shove a link of andouille sausage in those crevices. We can hear her beg while she marinates. Oh, and it gets better.

After we let her marinate for several hours, while drinking a glass of wine and saying our goodbyes, it’s time for your special magic. We’ll sear her on both sides over high heat. Then reduce the heat and let her slow roast until her internal temperature is 145 degrees. By then, her skin has crisped to a golden brown and the drip pan is overflowing with delicious au juice, enhanced with a shot of your “special sauce.”

Hand me a crispy finger, please.  You know it’s my favorite part.  I was thinking that we could use the leftover organs to make some boudin or how about some Kali étouffée for later. I know you hate to waste a single morsel.

Thank you for your sacrifice, little Kali. You fought like a champ but our hunger was stronger.

roleplay phone sex

 

 

 

 

 

 

Through the Meat Grinder

Cannibalism Phone Sex

Captured by cannibals, I squealed like a pig from fear. Rattling against the cage they had locked me in, I tried with all my might to loosen the door, but it wouldn’t budge. My wrists were in shackles, chained together. I was in a cold, damp basement. Shivering, I cowered as a tall, scary looking man thundered his way up to my cage. Unlocking the door, he dragged me out by the shackles. I kicked and screamed as he took into a colder room with the terrifying sounds from the largest meat grinder I had ever seen in my life. The gears and blades spun at bone crushing speeds that would tear to shreds in an instant. Horrified, I kicked and tried to fight back, giving it everything I had, but it wasn’t enough. He took the chain connected the shackles and hung it on a hook suspended from the ceiling. It was only just low enough that I could barely stand on my tippy toes. Walking over to the controls, he moved some levers, causing the hook to be lifted into the air, taking me right off my feet. The hook repositioned directly over the spinning blades as I frantically tried to swing away from my impending death. Slowly, I was lowered down into the machine, feet first. The pain of my feet being crushed off was overwhelming. Although the grinder could have made mincemeat of me in seconds, he lowered me in slowly, getting off from watching me scream in pain as I felt bits of my bone and flesh being torn off from my body. I lost consciousness right before I died of blood loss and shock. Damn, he better have made one fucking good burger out of me.

Snuff sex

snuff sex

I was hanging from the ceiling with a noose around my neck. I was completely naked and I had an upside down bucket to stand on. I was really trying hard to keep my balance. Any wrong slip and I could totally hang myself. It was getting rather exhausting trying to hold myself up. The guy that has made me his prey, his victim was standing there always in amusement.

I thought about just hanging myself to escape his rath. He got a big chair and sat down on it. He asked if I wanted a chance to give my legs a break, however that would mean that I would have to tire another part of my body out. He told me to straddle his lap and to bounce up and down his cock. His cock is massive.

It hurt so badly bouncing up and down it while the noose now became a leash and collar. He was tearing my pussy open, holding my cunt down on his cock not letting me bounce up and down. He even started teasing me. He pushed the chair away so that I would have to stay stuck to his cock, if not the noose would tighten and I would die.

He lowered himself on the floor slowly, making the noose tighter with my pussy around his cock. He was about to come and finally lowered me all the way down to my death as he squirted his cum inside of me.

Snuff Porn Cannibal

snuff pornSnuff porn Memorial Day weekend best describes my holiday weekend. I have a certain craving for BBQ. A special kind of BBQ if you know what I mean. The summer season is upon us. That means young girls are going about town scantily clad and drinking way too much. I am a cannibal of opportunity. This weekend, I paid attention to where the backyard barbeques were and did what any hungry bitch does, I stalked my future meal. Kind of fitting that I nabbed this chunky coed coming out of a pig roast drunk as a skunk. I like them with meat on their bones. Skinny girls don’t taste as good. This little piggy was perfect. I guessed she was about 5’3 and 160 lbs. When I got her home, I was right on the height, and only off by 3 pounds. I’ve been stalking my dinner for years now, so I’m very good. Usually, I chloroform my future meals, but she was so drunk, I didn’t need too.

cannibalism phone sexShe was perfect. No hair dyes, no piercings or tattoos, no fake boobs and no botox. I didn’t need to fatten her up either. This was my best find to date. I mean she was ready to cook as is, which is rare. I decided to boil her instead of cooking or roasting her. Makes for a more tender, succulent meal that way. I chopped up a variety of garden vegetables, tossed in some cumin and other spices, and let it simmer while I buttered her up. I mean literally buttered her up. I melted a couple pounds of butter, mixed it with some scallions and basted her body like a Butterball turkey. I infused her with water to wash out the booze. I let the butter seep into her skin while she detoxed, then put her in the boiling pot. Takes about 8 hours to boil a chunky coed. I am patient. Plus, I love the smell of boiling girl that permeates through my home. She smelled almost as good as she tasted….

evil phone sex

 

Ass Rape Porn – The Spanking

Ass rape pornHe had me over his knee, my bare ass in the air. I heard the leather slash the air before I ever felt it land on my rump. The tears welled up, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out. It hurt, but I’d be damned if I’d give him the satisfaction so easily. The second lick pushed the tears out and started them flowing freely down my cheeks. He kept spanking me, telling me what a bad little girl I was for being dressed the way I was while walking down a busy highway trying to get rides. After about 15 licks, I finally heard the belt drop to the floor. I could feel nothing on my ass except searing pain, and I knew there would be welts. It was going to be hard to sit down for a bit. Then, he did the unthinkable. He touched it. I hissed in pain, and he smacked down right on the most painful spot. I couldn’t help but cry out that time. He rubbed his hand over his work, feeling each of the welts and tracing them. The aches that he sent through my body had me sobbing. Before I knew it, he had flipped me around and settled my ass straight down on his dick, skin to skin, making it even harder to bear the pain. But, when he started pounding up into me, I scrambled to try and get away from him. For an older man, he surely was strong. He kept pounding into me, making the pain unbearable. I passed out before much longer.

Meeting The Neighborhood Cannibal

Bloody Phone Sex

 

Everyone in the neighborhood says you like to eat people but I didn’t believe them. You’ve only ever been very nice and friendly toward me so I just tossed it up to being a local urban legend. Obviously those were just made up stories to keep young ones out of your unfamiliar reach or lies made up by the older boys to get the little ones all worked up- no way it could be true!

I was walking past your house and you were outside doing some yard work. Me being overly friendly by nature and genuinely curious, I saw a chance to get to know you and to finally settle all those rumors as being untrue. Your body language read as excited- having this cute young piece of sweet meat wander up into your space. You invite me inside with promises of lemonade and cookies. We sit down and you begin telling me more about yourself. I started feeling a tired and lightheaded, probably from the heat. You offer your sofa to me for a rest and I fell asleep quickly without a single problem.

I eventually did wake up but I was paralyzed and gagged- tied down to the kitchen table which was dressed with one single place setting. You walk in and run down the way this evening is going to play out. You are going to eat me. Raw at first, to help you figure out the best way to season my flesh. I have tears rolling down my cheeks and you gently shush me, running a sharp knife along the inside of my thighs. You then tell me that I am going to go back to sleep for a long time now and that you don’t like the way shock and pain tastes. You inject me with some medication and the whole world goes dark.

While I am unconscious you begin cutting sample pieces off of different parts of my soft teeny body. Trying the individual cuts first helps you determine exactly how you want to cook me, if at all. After making a few decisions on which direction to take your meal this evening, you pull out a dusty copy of some  Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume 1. Flipping through you find yourself salivating over the recipe for Gigot a la Moutarde- leg of lamb with mustard.

You remove my leg with a large butcher saw while I am still breathing. Then clean and shave my fresh- preparing it for seasoning. You rub 1/2 cup Dijon mustard, soy sauce, rosemary, garlic and your finest cold press olive oil over my limb in a large roasting pan. Cooking one side for 30 minutes and the other for roughly 20 more. Finally pulling the beautiful roast from the oven, it smells delicious! You sit back down at the table, pour yourself a glass of Merlot. Taking tongs and knife to pick out a selection from your masterpiece. Placing it on your plate and taking your time savoring each bite.

 

My young flesh is so tender-  What are you going to make out of the rest of me?

 

Rena is my caged fucktoy.

2 girl phone sexReady for some 2 girl phone sex? Oh, you will be when I share my story. I just found a new victim. Rarely do I keep one alive, but this one is special. She is my new accomplice trainee. She’s a cute little Spanish spitfire with some perky tits. Her name is Rena but I just call her Trash. I’ve been caging her, starving her, just throwing her a few moldy tortillas. At first she was submissive and I could make her crawl in fear. But today, I kicked the shit outta her with my boots and she just smiled and spit blood on the floor.

Even covered in bruises, she will make your cock hard. I believe she is going to make an excellent assistant for me. I see potential for violence in her. Yes, with her innocent look, she can charm and lure victims of all ages here for my perverted pleasure. If I beat her hard enough and inflict enough mental anguish, I believe this girl may snap. You know how much that turns me on.

snuff sex

So, what will it be? Will you help me torture her and hear her scream? Pretend that she’s your cheating slut girlfriend who must pay for her sins. Cut and burn her flesh. Violate her cavities. Or will you have us work together to catch the young victims that your cock craves? I’m sure the promise of some food will make her do anything we desire. Let’s see how far we can push this new girl. I know it’s one of your favorite late night games.