Among my Rape phone sex fantasies I’ve always had one that stands above all else, but I could never find a boyfriend cray enough to try it with me. I lay back, slip my hand in my panties, and think about a gang of men breaking into my house in the middle of the night. They all wear black masks and all the only thing I can see is the lust in their eyes, hungry like wolves and ready to molest me. They snatch my boy and force him into my room where I’m already awake and stripped naked. They put him in a chair in the middle of the room and tie him up for Bondage phone sex with his young dick in his fist and forced him to look while they use me for their own sick pleasures.I’m terrified the whole time but that doesn’t stop my slick little cunny from getting wet and begging me to get fucked. My son was really jacking his cock as he watched them treat me like a fucking cheap slut. I could feel the frozen metal kiss of a pistol against my temple, keeping me from struggling against them. Suddenly a throbbing cock gets shoved in my cunt, another forced into my asshole, and a third choking me down my throat all while my boy gets himself closer and closer to cumming, becoming conditioned to seeing Mommy get fucking used like the slut she is, played with and treated like a whore meant to be broken for their fun and flavor. I can’t imagine how much that’d fuck with our relationship, but it makes it so much hotter. Oh fuck I think I’m gonna cum just thinking about it! My fingers are slipping into my cunt and drilling me a moment of raw bliss just thinking about his face as he cums watching me get abused and hurt for Bloody phone sex.
Category: Blasphemy phone sex
Blasphemy sex can be Sadistic phone sex
I have bruises all over my body and my pussy is swollen. Mom, I haven’t done anything. I keep hearing noises in my room and hands reaching out touching me body parts inserted in me. When scream out for my mom hoping she comes into the room to catch what’s going on she never sees anything. One night I see a man in a brimmed hat a broom and A BBC. He beats me with the broom until I’m bloody on the ground. He forced me choking me till I couldn’t breathe. Shoving that BBC up my ass ripped me to my pussy hole. I couldn’t move I couldn’t wake up I was stuck at this moment with him raping me and beating me.
One night when I was laying in bed with my mother for her protection. He showed up eyes glowing red picked me up by my mouth and started beating me punching me in the mouth. He is choking me against the wall. My nose is bleeding my mouth is bleeding I don’t know what to do. My mom woke up from the screaming. Yelling what are you doing are you ok I was telling her there was a man right there, but she sees nothing. Then just like that, he’s gone. This happened for weeks before my mother decided I was possessed and needed a seance. When she called the priest over leaving us alone, so he can try to expel the demon from me. The demon was too strong making the priest rips off my clothes. He defiled me shoving his Dick into my pussy in real life. His hands are still on my head trying to pray for me. This Blasphemy sex lasted long and hard as I screamed for my mom, but she never came into the room.
Sacrifice for Samhain
To properly celebrate Samhain, my little coven and I rejoice in a variety of rituals: nude nature walks, sumptuous feasts and, best of all, hole bashing bondage phone sex with a physical manifestation of death, itself. Conjuring up some vile visitor from the underworld and letting it have its way with us is the best way to increase the power in our little triad of terror, not to mention the fact that demon cock feels amazing, so we do it every year. And, like any good witch, we celebrate all three days.
On the 31st, it’s a little witches’ ball with just the three of us and one lucky lad that we invite to be the recipient of all of our attention. We drink and dance and play with his genitals until one of us ends up making him cum in our hands. Then, we save it. Every last drop. But night one is only for handy work.
On the 1st, the four of us take a nude hike through the woods. Every time we stop to rest, we take turns blowing our lucky boy toy until he shoots a sticky load in our mouths. By the time we’re done walking we’ve all gotten some of his goop. Then we saved it. Spit it out into a canteen. Day two is the day we use our mouths.
The 2nd is when things get really fun. We start off with a daytime feast for the four of us full of food, wine and butt fucking. I mean, you can’t spell “bacchanal” without “anal.” Inevitably, sometime during the whole thing, usually between the food and the ass ramming, our simple boy asks who the fifth plate of food and wine goblet are for. We just laugh at him and take his fuck hog as far in our rectums as we can and grind around on him until he fills our shit boxes with spunk. You know what happens next. We shoot that shit filled cum out of our assholes and save it. We saved all of his seed for all three days for what happens next.
After the feast, it’s time for the sacrifice. This is when the worm turns for our lucky stud. He gets lured onto our sacrificial altar and strapped down so he can’t move. After we each say our part, his throat is slit and he bleeds out, quick and simple. Once all of his blood is collected, we can finally get to performing the great rite and increasing the power of our crazy little coven.
The dark entities of death we conjure are drawn to human bodily fluids and waste like moths to a juicy, stinky flame. We cover ourselves in that boy’s blood and all of that spit and shit filled jizz he gave us before his demise and recite an invocation so we can offer ourselves to whatever awful being we decide to bring forth. We don’t do it three times in one night, only one of us gets to be ravaged by a rotten wraith each year. No high priestess in our coven, we share power. So, every three years, I get to look forward to being tied up, covered in sludge and wailed away on by some ghastly ghoul. And this is my year. I can’t fucking wait!
i want to be in snuff movies
I want to be in snuff movies. I was born to be a star, even if it means I’m all bloody and bruised. I’m one for attention, and the kind of attention I get makes me get strangled and pounded. I’m such a good submissive I’ve learned how to address my master and give him his place correctly. One of the videos I’ve recently created has been one that has gotten viral online. It’s everywhere. My master tortures me, tying me up, beating me up, and pissing on my body. He leaves me shivering cold. It’s pitch dark, and a ton of hungry men around me want to torture and use me and cum all over me. I’m going to be the bukkake bitch of the bunch.
snuff sex is all i get
My boyfriend loves to try new toys on me. Usually, they end up with me having excruciating pains. I never had a clue that I would end up with a man who loves snuff sex. It wasn’t my plan to stay with him, and once he proved to me that h had a special bond with pain-inflicting toys, I thought I’d be done with him. The joke was on me because I found my body craving the pain instead of stopping it. It’s like it fed a part of me that was deep inside hidden. Who knew that pain and torture were what I wanted more than anything? I feel pain from being with someone who enjoys snuff like no other.
Satanic Evil Phone Sex
Satanic evil phone sex is the kind of fun you get with Morticia. I’m a sadistic satanic kinda gal. My sole game is a soul game. I will eat your soul and puke it up to the rabid beasts of hell. I want your soul, I need your soul, and I will devour your soul. We will have a ritual of tantric sex and my lizard like tongue will slither inside you and lick that soul right out.
I want to make you crave that young virgin pussy to sacrifice and destroy and violate. So let’s commit some hot debauchery at some sacred religious place and raid the virgins of a suppressed existences to ruin and desecrate. I am the evil seductress that can make you do anything for me. Your will is not yours it is mine, just like your soul is doomed and owned by me to sell and trade for drugs or ritual items.
Evil Phone Sex a Thrill for a Kill
I’m your Evil Phone Sex Goddess, Morticia. These inner sinner desires are like tapping the vein. Your urges flow through and course through your cellular structure like you DNA. These inner defaults to sex and violence and murder are your programming. I will short out the kill switch of any piece of worthless ass.
I haven’t the patience to deal with some guy that doesn’t understand his lust for destroying little cunts, or fileting penises of tender vittles. My style is all about pleasure, gruesome animalistic pleasure like a predator with their kill, or prey.
Let us Prey pervert sick fuck and find the next one for our alter. I am menstruating right now and that brings out the super bitch goddess in me that wants to destroy men, boys or anything with a penis. So be aware that you just might be the one on my chopping block!
The Best Blasphemer
Do you know why I love blasphemy phone sex so fucking much? It isn’t just because I get to recount all of the times I defiled a church with my mere presence or corrupted a clergy and made them fuck me in the sanctuary with someone who is just as willing to sin and as morally tainted as I am, though I do love those sacrilegiously sordid trips down memory lane. Sometimes they can make my callers a little squeamish, though. No, I love to take blasphemy calls because I get to talk with folks who think that, because I live a dark and dangerous lifestyle, I don’t have a close and personal relationship with the lord.
It’s really funny when I get asked if I fear God’s wrath and worry about burning in hell for all of eternity. That ill-thought out question always makes me laugh. Nevermind the fact that there are hypocrites in every house of worship who live a life of rape or incest or murder while hiding it all under a pious mask of false purity while I uncompromisingly show the world who I am, only hiding enough to stay out of trouble and avoid the laws of man. Pretty sure that, in God’s eyes, I’m better than all of those people any of my fanatically religious callers associate with.
Here’s what they don’t understand… If God created everything with some sort of master plan in mind and doesn’t make any mistakes, then there’s a reason for all of us to be here. Most of those assholes hate gay people and think they need to die or dislike people who follow other religions and will call for their heads on a pike before actually taking the time to understand them.
Here’s a tip for any of you geniuses who might be reading this now; everyone who prays to a single god is praying to the same god no matter what name they call it. Don’t take things so literally, especially if they were written hundreds to thousands of years ago. How much do you think people knew about the world back then? I’m sure they didn’t realize that homosexuality exists in multiple animal species, not just humans. Personally, I think it’s just nature’s much needed population control, alongside natural disasters and murder. That last part is where people like myself fit into the mix.
Go ahead and test me if you want. The last unchristlike christian bitch who questioned me got a little more than an earful, she got stripped, whipped, fucked and crucified then left to bleed out in the middle of a little baptist church. I even made her a crown of thorns so she could feel what it’s like to be a true martyr instead of just a self important fuck pig with false faith and a personality to match.
Knife Play Phone Sex Has Endless Scenarios for Countless Amounts of Fun
Knife play phone sex is my favorite. A knife requires skill. There is no skill in shooting someone. If you are close enough, and have even crappy aim, the person is dead or severely disabled. I pride myself on the hunt. I love to play cat and mouse first. Guys never suspect a woman of being a knife wielding fiend. Recently, me and a fellow sadistic bitch arranged a special hunting party. We invited some men on our personal hit lists. They thought it was a sex party. Stupid men. These were small dicked losers who did not deserve their balls, let alone their cocks. We were having a castration phone sex party. We acted like horny sex kittens to get them naked. It did not take much. It was me an Gail and 6 men. Six men who never saw it coming either. We tied them up and they still had no clue we meant them harm. Men think with their cocks. Well, Gail and I cut off their brains. And we did it slow too. Do not feel sorry for them. These men had small cocks and big egos. No brains either. Never saw it coming which I enjoyed. Element of surprise makes it hotter. It was very messy, however. I waited a bit before I cauterized the wounds. I love the site of blood. Other people’s blood of course. Gail and I practice witchcraft. There are so many potent spells you can create with testicles. We severed each loser’s balls. But some of them had such small cocks, we figure what was the point of having them? I mean if my clit is bigger than your dick, I say good riddance. Gail and I created some spells, but we practiced some cannibalism too. I like to eat testicles. They are much better than sheep balls. I know. I am sick bitch. What can I say? Or torture sex makes me wet.
Breeding wars
Our jealousy and envy plead music to his ears. The addicting bloody phone sex made collin get his dungeon and scour all over for the perfect duo to vie for his attention. Now it’s up to the both of us to get him pleasant and satisfied and show him who is worthy of getting knocked up first. I’m sure I will get the honors because Master collin loves pumping his breeding cream in me.
Maggie has quite the feat to against to even think she has a chance in becoming the one to carry on the legacy of a domme daddy. Master collin makes us both play nice and kiss and makeup. He loves to dominate us sensually. We both know it will take a lot of swaying to get him to stick to one side.
So our breeding wars have become relatively more intense. I’m sure he will enjoy pumping his seed in me a lot more because I’ve gotten programmed so well to pump his cock even if it means my cunt bleeds in pain.