Category: Bondage phone sex

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex

fantasy phone sexYou must be careful who you tell your dark fantasy phone sex desires to because some sick fucks want to make them a reality. Russ is an old friend. A party and fuck buddy. I have known him since my street hooking days as a teen girl. He was a drug dealer back then. Still is, just he is the man in charge now with a huge organization. One night we were trying out some new coke he had and sharing our dark desires.  He asked me to tell him something that might shock him. I told him I had gangbang rape porn fantasies. The violent kind. The kind where I was tied up and ravaged for days, living on nothing more than cum and piss. He gave me a what the fuck look. When a drug king pin gives you that look, you know you are fucked up. I told him that years ago. And somehow, in his doped up stupor, he remembered it. Last night we were partying and the next thing I knew, I was tied up being forcibly gang banged by his dealers. There were like 6 men taking turns on me all night long. Ass and cunt prolapsed. Rope burns from being bound for almost 24 hours. Sleep deprived and covered in cum. I looked like Russ had dumped a bucket of jizz over my head. You couldn’t even see what color my eyes were. I love being mistreated, but Russ is one sadistic man. He sat on my dark fantasy for years, waiting for the right time to make it happen for me. He showed me no mercy. That was okay. I am a taboo phone sex whore. I deserve no mercy. I just deserve to be used for mens’ sick pleasures. I know you agree.

 

We love Sex with dead bodies

 


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I joined a sorority because my boyfriend wanted me to lure dumb sluts. I died my hair blonde wore too much makeup and way too much pink. I was sick of it all, but I will do anything for my partner in crime. Love makes you do dumb things. I brought over a ton of laced sweets. I wanted them to die nice and slowly. I like poisoning dumb sluts. My boyfriend has a thing about fucking and having sex with dead bodies, and I love to masturbate watching. We are sick fucks a surely do belong together. There’s nothing better than watching prissy princess die slowly and painfully. I like watching him fuck the life out of you. Seeing you take your last breath is the best. 

Bondage Phone Sex Torture

bondage phone sexIt was a weird bondage phone sex session. H going to treat me like a nigger slave. Right then I knew I would likely die or wish I was dead. It was the later. He was pissed at something. It wasn’t me, but I was his escape goat. I am always his escape goat. That is why he strung me up from a tree in his back yard. I was completely bound, so I couldn’t move. He told me he was he keeps me around he says. He threw rocks at me. Just like I imagine lynchers did in the 40s and 50s. I was the strange fruit swaying on the poplar tree that Billie Holliday sung about. Only I am not black. I am, however, black and blue and purple with spots of red from rocks cutting my skin. He left me hanging for awhile after he ran out of stones. I was bleeding badly. I was battered even worse. I passed out, but he turned a hose on me, which woke me up. He cut me down and I fell with a thud. He pissed on my bruised and bloody body and laughed. With a smirk, he said, “Damn, Blair, that was fun.”

Evil Teen Phone Sex

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I love being an evil teen phone sex slut. I got a bloody accomplice offer I couldn’t refuse. I will be in the middle of nowhere in the hills so no one will hear the little scream as we tie them to the rafters and fuck them senseless. My little body will be perfect for this P-man to knock up over and over again. I will be under strict rules to be high and drunk each pregnancy. After all these fuck dolls are only being created for My new  Evil accomplice to destroy anyway he pleases. No one will ever know these little cunts and cocks exist. they will be homeschooled on cock and abuse. Little leather outfits for them and nice new big tits bought by our new daddy. Can you imagine a sweet brat on the end of your cock with a nice black eye and bloody little pussy? Tied up fuck tots that I can serve up to the townsfolk after they are useless to us. I’ll be knocked up one after another, and I might just steal the brats from the countryside to fuck and abuse as well!

Cocksucker Castration

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Cocksucker! Now do I have your attention? This snuff whore has captured you and you are hanging in an abandoned factory warehouse. Oh, this little blood loving slut didn’t do it alone. These massive black football player type big strong black men have had there way with your ass. Your bleeding down the wall with meat hooks in your shoulders.

I loved the way you squealed for me piggy boy. You have been pissed on and fucked so hard that your intestines are hanging out. You’re my bloody faggot bitch. My Bitch man slave, be my sex toy entertainment for the night. 

My shears are sharp and catching the light. Beg for me not to castrate you cock whore! I will let you down if you prove yourself. Ten big Black cocks are waiting for you to try to save your manhood! Suck them and let them fuck the pulp that is your ass! Can you save that dick? Or will I be slicing and dicing it as you bleed out for me, dealers choice!

Getting What I Deserve

Evil phone sex You promised me exactly what I wanted a night to remember. I don’t know it yet but I know you. You have been talking with me online with a fake profile. A few years ago I fucked you and robbed your wallet and few other valuable items while you were passed out from the drug I slipped into your drink. It has taken you sometime but you are ready to get your revenge. I think I am on my way to have a nice date with a sucker of a guy that I will also drug fuck and rob from. Little do I know what you have waiting for me. I pull up to your house and I knock on the door. I do not recognize you when you greet me. I walk in and for the first hour, everything is going according to my plan. After dinner, I suggest we have some drinks and that is where I plan to drug you. But this time I will not have such luck. You disappear and come back with two glasses of red wine and a knife hidden behind you. We sit down on the couch and I try to distract you but you are not having it. You look into my eyes and kiss me so softly and gently. I am in a trance for a moment. Bam, something hits my head and I fall off the couch and double over in pain on the floor. You throw your body on top of me and punch me in my face calling me a trashy whore. “do you remember me you stupid cunt?” Before I could answer with a no you remind me of who you are and what I did to you a few years ago. You are one of many that I fucked drugged and robbed so I barely remember your face or that night. But I have a feeling I will remember you after tonight.

Bondage Phone Sex Upside Down

bondage phone sexHe told me he was a fan of bondage phone sex. He told me that for my time as his BDSM slave, he would give me a bag of coke. He had me at bag of coke. I am a coke whore. It always leads me down dangerous avenues, however. I should have known better. When I arrived, I was hit over the head. I didn’t see it coming. I woke up hanging upside down, bound in an extremely awkward position. The guy I agreed to meet, was waiting for me with his monster cock out. He skull fucked me while I was dangling in the air upside down. Blood was trickling down my face from the blow to the head. Turns out he enjoyed my blood dripping on his dick. He said blood is great lube. I knew I was in over my head. I thought I was having some BDSM fun not snuff sex. I figured some whips and chains, and restraints, but he was strangling me and fucking me so hard I puked on his dick. Because of the position I was in, I ended up swallowing most of my own puke, which made me puke again. He was laughing at what a disgusting whore I was. I tried to think about the coke, but he was fucking me so hard from an upside-down position that I kept passing out. The head wound compounded my dizzy feeling. Eventually, he grew bored with me. He had cum so much he couldn’t cum anymore. I was dizzy, sore and bleeding from my head, so I was happy to be set free, but that didn’t happen until the next morning. He kept me to mutilate my tits and my clit. This was a far cry from some BDSM fun. It was torture sex.

A Slave To Your Abuse

He is a filthy, evil master. Completely disgusting and I wouldn’t ask for it any other way. What my master likes is what he will get every time. If he doesn’t get what he wants the first time, there will be severe consequences. He orders me to suck his cock clean before we do any playing. If I gag or even flinch he will tie me up, put weights on my feet and throw me in the deep end of his pool. He will pull me out right before I am about to pass out, once he gets me out, he orders me to start over until I get it done right. My master loves it when I clean his ass after he takes a big shit. He doesn’t use toilet paper, he uses my tongue, every single time.Torture sex When I am finished, he will make sure I cleaned it good. If not, he will get his 13 inch, hard as a rock dildo out of his closet and fuck my black little asshole until it tears and he can see blood oozing from the creases of my gaping hole. My master only wants me to live up to my full potential of being the best sex slave I can be. I love my master, and I love every punishment he gives me. My master told me we will be trying something new tonight. I know I am in for some severe punishments tonight. I have never been able to do anything master wants the right way on my first try.

Snuff Sex Revenge

snuff sexSnuff sex fantasies are one thing, but he wanted me dead. I owed him money. I owed him coke too. A few months ago, I stole a bag of coke. It was a small bag. He didn’t need it. It wouldn’t have made him much money. When he found me, he made it clear that what he was doing to me was a matter or principal. He couldn’t have people thinking he was soft. His posse was with him as he tied me up. I was bound and gagged and scared, very scared. They took turns kicking me. It didn’t matter that I was a woman. I stole; I had to be punished. They fucked my ass raw until it prolapsed, then the leader of the pack, the one I stole from, put a zip tie on my prolapsed ass. I screamed out in pain, but that was nothing compared to being branded. He spelled out the letters Thief on my ass. Thief, forever branded on me, so no one would ever trust me. Him and his posse sodomized me. They beat me up. They tortured me for hours and they burned my flesh. All so one drug dealer could save face. My body will never be the same because I stole an itty bitty bit of coke.

Punishment

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I have been a really really bad girl lately. “An insolent little slut,” like daddy says. I have not been listening and have been disobeying Daddy’s direct orders. Daddy hates when I talk back, a little whore should know my place he says. Because of my naughty behavior, daddy told me he had arranged a terrible torturous punishment for me. He chained me downstairs in our basement for a week without food until I learned my lesson. My tummy hurt and just when I thought daddy was going to let me go from punishment, 6 huge black men stormed down into the basement and tore my clothes off of my fragile skinny body. They paid daddy for a chance to wreck my little body and have their rough rape fantasies played out. They beat me and kicked me until my bones split and my skin turned purple. Then they forced their cocks in all my holes until I was raw, bleeding and dripping with cum.