Category: Bloody phone sex

Torture sex with my little body for unc

“Little slut bitches like you need Torture sex to keep you in line” my unc says as he pulls his cock out. My little body trembles because I know what is about to happen. That’s when he picked me up by the neck and ripped my panties off. After I fall to the ground, he uses them to tie my hands behind my back. Since I have tears streaming down my face, uncle rubs his hard pcock all over them. “That’s right cry little slut lube my cock up even more, it’ll make it easy to fuck your holes.

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Then my unc holds me down by my neck and forces my legs open. Before he starts to rip me open, he spanks my young bald cunty over and over. He was hitting me so hard that my pussy lips were swollen and puffy. “Which hole should I rip open tonight,” my uncle says thinking out loud. After that you slap my face telling me that I should be putting up a better fight. But I learned after many torture fucks that the harder I fight the more my uncle likes it. Therefore, I just give into his abuse.

Hoping it would end faster, but my uncle just tortures me more in the hopes I would fight back. Therefore, he lays me on my back, “if you won’t fight back then I’ll fuck your limp body” my uncle said with a smirk. His hands started to strangle me and by instinct I started to fight back. “That’s it bitch” he moans as his cock rams in my tight young little asshole. While holding me down by my neck my uncle ripped my assjole open.

All I wanted was for him to finish before I couldn’t breathe. His hard pdick rips me open and I start to smell blood before I see stars. My body starts to go limp, and I start to see black. “Pass away while your uncle abuses your ass and fills you up” he grunts. As I tried to catch a breath, I could feel his big pdick pump his sperm in me and I was relieved it was over.

Over indulge on Bloody phone sex, feast on the gore

Bloody phone sex Over indulge on Bloody phone sex. I know I’ve been feeling the heat recently, my depraved cravings spiraling out of control. My master took me to a decrepit, rundown motel in the heart of obscurity. 

As I stepped into the master suite, the scent of blood wafted through the air, and so much blood everywhere. I guess there were at least three fellow whores had met their end here.

I suppressed the shiver crawling down my spine, aware that I may very well be the next sacrifice to soak this chamber. I was pushed onto the blood-soaked bed. 

There was a horde of eager cocks standing at attention, primed to take their turn fucking the ever living shit out of me. The world seemed to blur around me as I gave my all to each hungry cock.

The torment was incessant, and the Torture sex made me cum so much. In a moment of twisted, depraved craving, my tormentors held a spark of recognition when they soaked my holes in jizz.

They took it to the next level. If I wanted to live through the night I had to feast on the gore of their last victim.  And so, I ate, I indulged, and found myself utterly consumed by savage ecstasy.

Now, I beckon to you, my future accomplices, to join me in the depths of undeniable debauchery, where we can revel in the all-consuming darkness together. 

No limits, no strings attached, just a den of hedonistic indulgence, waiting to swallow you whole. So come, let your depraved fantasies run wild, and together, we’ll paint this world red and I’ll make you cum with some Killer phone sex!

Torture Sex With Rena’s Evil Brother

My brother, Alex is a torture phone sex adddict.  He had a way with words that made even the shyest of girls blush and giggle uncontrollably in his presence. I remember how he would bring these little girls back to our room, promising them the world on a silver platter. He’d tell them stories about how we could make their first time special, how we knew all sorts of tricks to make them feel good. And me? Well, I played my part perfectly – I’d sit there quietly while he worked his magic on them; sometimes even helping him tie them up or restrain them if needed.

Their innocent faces lit up like Christmas trees as they entered our room for the first time; unaware of what horrors awaited them inside those four walls. They thought they were coming over for some harmless fun but instead found themselves at the mercy of two depraved siblings who took pleasure in defiling their tight holes day after day after day.

Alex would start by undressing himself slowly, teasing both himself and his victim as he did so. His cock would harden under their curious gazes before finally springing free from its confines within his pants. Then it was my turn – I’d crawl over to where they were bound and begin licking at their sensitive areas – ears first then neck then breasts until finally reaching between their legs where I’d lap away at their juices like a hungry dog lapping up water from a bowl on a hot summer day . . . all while whispering dirty things into their ears about how much better it would feel when my brother’s cock was inside them.

The look of terror mixed with arousal on their faces never failed to excite us both even more. Once they were sufficiently wet and ready for him, Alex would position himself at the entrance of their virgin holes and push his massive cock inside slowly but surely until he felt resistance – then he’d thrust harder forcing himself deeper into them than any man ever had before . . . claiming every inch as his own personal property while I watched on eagerly waiting for my turn later on once he’d had enough fun breaking her in properly.

Babysitter Phone Sex Bad Girls Club Helps You Find Young Things

babysitter phone sexI am a bad babysitter phone sex whore. You would be surprised how easy it is for me to get into someone’s house to watch their precious angels. I have a bunch of stolen identities and fake IDs to match each one. When men hire me to help them fuck a young girl or boy, and I cannot find one easily, I get on a few babysitting apps under one of my assumed identities and find one.

Most recently I needed to find a young boy for a guy. And I never judge. At the age he likes from behind you cannot tell if you are fucking a girl or a boy. The parents needed me for an overnight. I drugged the little boy with my special knockout cocktail mixed in with his milk. And my friend came over when I texted him.

I impressed him with the little morsel I found to be his ass rape porn star. Little boys I can understand liking. Smooth skin. Hairless little pee pees. Bubble butts. And they smell good too.

Men Paid Me to Make Their Naughty Fantasies a Reality

The boy appeared dead to the world, so my cocktail worked like a charm. Never gave my cocktail to a brat that young, so I guessed with the dosing. I laid some towels down for them. I helped position the boy since he seemed dead to the world. Perhaps I gave him too much. But it did not matter. My client did not need the boy lucid to explore his rape fantasies. I licked the boy’s ass for him, spit in the hole and guided my client’s cock in his ass.

The boy grunted a bit but did not wake up through the assault. I felt a bit bad about it because the boy just seemed so young. Maybe the youngest one I have ever helped a man find. But men pay me to help them make their rape phone sex fantasies a reality.

My client left, paid me and I did the clean up. That’s included in my fee. I think I did an okay job of cleaning up the mess. Even douched his asshole. The boy will wake up with a sore butthole, but I can make up a story for that. And I will disappear into the night until the next client needs me to find him a young morsel.

Vibrating Despair: A Journey to Filthy Sadistic phone sex

Sadistic phone sex

I was at the mercy of my tormentor. His cold, steely fingers trailed down my body, measuring my curves like a butcher assessing his meat. I shivered in anticipation and fear—this man was a force to be reckoned with, a true sadist. But I was his willing victim.

The vibrator, oh that wicked device, was producing sounds that whispered promises of agony and ecstasy. He teased me with it, running the buzz along my soaking slit, making me beg for release. But he was in no rush. Instead, he lingered, enjoying my desperation.He angled the toy, pressing it against my aching clit. The vibrations were intoxicating, sending volts of pleasure through my body. But it was his cruelty that really got me going. He knew how to push me over the edge, and I was desperate to fall.

The toy disappeared, only to be rammed inside me roughly. I felt like a helpless rag doll as he penetrated my core with vicious determination. The vibrator’s buzz massaged my insides, and the sheer power of it had me seeing hallucinations of erotic delight.My captor’s lips were against my ear as he hissed filthy nothings. He called me a “useless little slut,” a “whore begging for release.” It was degrading, humiliating, and yet, it turned me on even more.

The toy’s relentless vibrations continued, sending me into spasms. My body quaked and convulsed as I squirted, the fluids soaking the floor. Yet, the tormentor showed no mercy, no signs of slowing down. He wanted to push me further, past the boundaries of endurance.

I was left a shaking mess, my cunt aching, and my body begging for more.

 

Evil Phone Sex is My Exciting Way to Fuck Your Mind

Have you ever had just really fucked up and sadistic fantasies. Perhaps Evil Phone Sex with an Sadistic accomplice is just the better way for you to get off. I know it’s the best way for me to get off. The more blood and evil I get to be, the better.

Now if it’s wanting to ask me a bunch of personal questions. Well nothing dries my cunt up more than feeling like I am sitting in some kind of interrogation room. Honestly, I fail at tests often. This is purely for the fact that putting me on the spot will shut me down. All because you are riddling me with fucking questions So, don’t do it.

However, if you have a great need to be tortured and destroyed, like with castration even, then I am your girl Friday. When I get a shiny sharp blade in my hand, all I can think about is slicing into tender flesh.

Perhaps we kidnap a nice piece of young ass to have our way with?

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Vampires Are Fucking Sexy

I have always been tuned on by vampires. I love the concept of seducing someone with my undead pussy and adding them to my army of night creatures. In my fantasy, I am prowling around a club looking for a live cock to turn into an undead cock with my bite.  I finally found my target. It is easy to lure him into my lair AKA my apartment with the promise of an all-night fucking session. I am not lying he will get fucked like he has never been fucked before just by the end of it he will be a creature of the night. The first thing I do is out his cock into my slutty undead mouth and I gave him the. best blow job he has ever had. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head. I have powers of seduction. Then he gets a look at my tits. They are perfect. Once you become a vampire you are physical perfection.  He starts to lick them and suck my nipples. I am now moaning at the top of my lungs and can’t wait to sink my fangs into him.  He is a really good fuck and he will be a great addition to my army of undead fuck boys. He finally slips his enormous cock into my wet pussy and it feels so fucking good. He was fucking me so hard, that he was oblivious to the fact I just popped my fangs out.  As he is cumming I am going to sink them into his neck,  I felt his cock begin to spasm and I made my mood. I sank my teeth deep into his neck and got a taste of his blood. It was exquisite. After his cock was drained he began his transformation. he was now physical perfection and ready t fuck some more.  I think I am going to send him out to get me some young girls for my undead fuck club.

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Evil phone sex: Back Alley Bating

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I ran into this dude’s gaze at the bar, and damn, his eyes were like a chainsaw to my panties. They held a bloody lust that got my cunt dripping.

He dragged me to the alley like a stray dog on a leash. Lucky me.

Against the wall, he choked me with his meaty hands, and I loved it. That’s the kink I craved—a dominator who’d treat me like the filthy whore I am.His nasty fingers ripped apart my dress, leaving me exposed. Perfect.He growled like a wild animal, declaring me his possession. Yeah, sure, we’ve heard it all before, but the way he said it… sent shivers down my spine.

He went straight for the kill, plunging his face into my cunt and lapping up my juices like they were the last drops of water on earth. I writhed and moaned, practically begging him to suffocate me with his dick.He called me a ‘good little cum slut’, and that turned me the fuck on.

After some nasty oral foreplay, he slammed into me. No romance, just raw, unfiltered banging. My tits bounced like basketballs, and my ass cheeks rattled with each thrust.I begged him to spank me, to leave his mark. The more I pleaded, the rougher he got, slapping my face and pulling my hair.

We were animals—no, devils—in a back alley orgy from hell. And I loved every second of it.

His final thrusts were violent, like he wanted to fuck me into the afterlife. And when he unleashed his load, I felt like the whore that I am—drenched in sweat, cum, and dirty af.

Evil Phone Sex Fantasies Help Us Deal with Stress

evil phone sexEvil phone sex cures the dog days of summer. Seems to be a heat wave across the country. Politics pissing people off. Heat pissing people off. And we all need a little escape. I know I do. And killing and torturing people helps me deal with stress. Plus, it makes the world a better place because I rid the world of assholes and bitches.

And yesterday, I murdered an annoying couple I met by happenstance. As a Goth chick with a murderous streak, I still do regular things like grocery shop. And while I was in the produce aisle a couple hit on me. I mean they wanted to go Goth for a moment. Do I look like the kind of woman you can approach about having a threesome? No, I don’t. I look like the kind of woman who will put you in snuff movies.

Although I politely declined, they followed me through the aisles talking about their Goth girl curiosity. No means no. And if I need to tell you more than once, you better pray for your life. After their final attempt, I agreed. But I was not fucking these vapid swingers. I had something else in mind. Sexual mutilation and murder.

Evil Fantasies Cure Those Summer Blues

When I showed up, they offered me a drink. I carry these strips around with me that let me know if a drink is spiked. And sure, enough it was. I do not think they wanted to fuck me. But I drugged them before finishing my drink. Their plant enjoyed my roofied wine. And I enjoyed the torture sex. When they woke up, they discovered that I tied them up. And they did not appear happy. But they appeared even less happy when I sexually mutilated their junk.

I carved up her pussy. And afterwards it resembled raw hamburger meat. And of course, I removed his balls. But I put his severed testicles in his wife’s mouth for shits and giggles. I spent hours there. Even though I enjoyed torturing them, I had to kill them. They saw my face. So, I slit their throats and left them to bleed out on their bed. Least they can go to hell together.

Accomplice phone sex; you, me, and victim.

Accomplice phone sex            Accomplice phone sex; you, me, and victim. That makes three. You want me to be the helper or you the helper. I do so like making you the helper. Taking charge is what I do. I like the killer fun time that is to be had. After all, what is the killer bee if not the executioner. Want to make it dirty and nasty naughty. Then to be sure let us make it bloody awful.

            Pick the tools of the trade. As my accomplice you need to be prepared for everything. All in all, I am a knife wielding fucking whore. Like to cut up the inside and yank them out with a flick of the wrist. Too bloody for you. Need something to warm up too.

            We can always start with a suffocation phone sex call. A pillow over the face. Start with dry drowning. The possibilities. As long as you are getting hard. You must try screwing them once they have been snuffed out. Once they are caput the muscles contract. It will be the tightest passage you have every fucked. We will move up until you are used to the blood. The gore.

            The pain and suffering.