Category: Cheap phone sex

Abused and Used

Sadistic phone sexMy old man dropped me off with a strange man for an envelope full of cash. He told the strange man not to mark my face, got in his car and left. The strange man’s name was Tim and he was cruel. He punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and dropping me to my knees. He pulled me up by my hair, bent me over a table, and pulled my panties down. I wasn’t ready but he shoved three fingers into my dry cunt anyway. He gripped my hair in his fist and pulled me away from the table. He forced me back down to the floor and shoved his dick in my mouth. He only wanted me to lubricate his dick with saliva because he bent me over again and shoved his dick into my tight cunt again. He was mean and aggressive. He even bit my flesh a few times. He punched, pinched and scratched me. I was a plastic doll for him to abuse because my boyfriend likes to smoke crack.

Pain Slut

Evil phone sex I am a pain slut! Plain and simple. I can not cum if there is no pain inflicted on my nasty body. The thought of inflicting pain on myself never crossed my mind. Then 2 nights ago I hooked up with a sadistic man. He drove me back to his house and led me to the basement. He had a really nice set up of all different types of torture devices. Just looking around the room my cunt started to ache and cream up a bit. I thought for sure he was going to whip me and slice into my flesh. But I was wrong he wanted me to hurt myself. He got off on telling me what to do to my own worthless body. I stood there naked before him as he told me exactly what to do to hurt myself. I never thought to cause my own pain would be so damn satisfying to me.

Hooker

Sadistic phone sexMy boyfriend is addicted to crack and heroin. My job is to keep him high or he’ll beat my ass. I belong to him, I’m his money-making machine. I walk the streets daily selling my ass to the highest bidder. It’s really scary getting into strangers’ cars but it’s worse going home with no money. Last week, he slapped me so hard that I flew across the living room. He gets pleasure from hurting me, it makes his dick hard when I cry. He chokes me until I turn blue and pass out. Then he wakes me by kicking my body. I want to leave but I have nowhere to go. I know one day he’ll kill me and put my body somewhere no one will be able to find me. Then he’ll replace me with a new younger model. I walked into the house and hand him all of my money but its never enough. Getting in those cars and sucking strange dick and swallowing semen all day but it’s never enough.

Evil being

Evil phone sex 

  When I think about the last time I had evil phone sex it just excites me every time. I had this guy who used to pick on me in school message me to try and sleep with me. I laughed so fucking hard he was such an ass hole in school now hes trying to get with me. Well, I played it off I saw that he had stitches so I thought maybe this could be fun. Maybe I could act and pretend I am interested, so what did I do? I came up with a plan to jump his ass and fuck his stitched eye up. I told him to come over and have diner with my family and I. Not knowing I live alone. I made some calls and it was easy done just like that. He came over and as innocent as I look, I took his ass in beat him with a bat, roped him and my friends came out from hiding and fucked him up, I cut his stitches right open. I left him lying breathless. He needed a nice little lesson.

Ass Rape Porn at the No Tell Motel

ass rape pornAss rape porn happens just about anywhere I go. Something about me screams my holes are open for torture to men when they meet me. I checked into a no tell motel last night to get high. My husband knows I have a problem, but I am not allowed to get high at home if the boys are home. He was home last night and on my last nerve, so I fucked my dealer, scored some dope and went to this crack motel. Everyone there is either doing illicit drugs or lot lizard skanks selling their fuck holes to truckers or druggies. I am not proud to go there. I am an upper class housewife, but I have no place I can get high. I was feeling good when some dude broke down my door. It wasn’t hard to do. He had a few friends with him. I guess they thought I snubbed them when I checked in. I didn’t need to fuck, I had my medicine. I just ignored their “hey babies.” They thought I owed him an apology. One guy tied me up, so I couldn’t fight. Once I was secure, they took turns force fucking my ass and pussy. They smelled like sweat and gas. They didn’t just fuck me. They pissed on me and slapped me around. They were drunk bastards. I just had to endure it until they got bored. They did leave, but they left me tied up and the door open. Apparently, they told the other folks at the hotel I was down to fuck. All night, random men came into my room and fucked me. Some just beat me or came on me, a few fisted me. It was a nightmare. I never got to enjoy my blow. Guess that is just a day in the life of a taboo phone sex junkie.

Addicted to sucking BBC

Fantasy phone sexI have a sick and twisted addiction to sucking big black cock while having fantasy phone sex. Only the nastiest snuff sluts like me are able to handle a throbbing and pulsating anaconda dick stretching out their throat while gasping for oxygen. I wanna be able to feel my breathing airway be completely cut off by huge nigger dick. Yeah i’m a real nasty bitch baby and I really need to be punished for being such a fuckin foul mouthed cunt! Black men love watching me gape my mouth open while I stick my tongue out, just begging for their boner to be shoved into my tight fuck hole. Such a fuckin slut I am! People wonder why the hell my pussy slit is so stretched out and used up sometimes, well now you know why! It takes a real filthy skank to be able to manhandle that big ass dick like how I do.

Torture Sex After Party

torture sexTorture sex is the only sex I get, he informed me. I had passed out at a party. It wasn’t a freaky S & M party, but the private party afterward certainly was a kinky nightmare for me. I woke up suspended from a rafter in the great room stripped naked. It was like a bad slumber party from my youth. If you fell asleep first the other girls put your hands in water, so you would pee your sleeping bag. I got too drunk, passed out and became the host’s sex slave. He had an array of scary BDSM equipment hanging from the wall. It was like he was just waiting patiently for a whore like me to get way too drunk. First came the nipple clamps. Second, came the whipping and flogging. He used a switch first but found he liked his leather belt the most because it welted my skin. The more I cried or begged to be released, the harder he whipped me. He focused on my tits for a solid hour it felt like. My big fake funbags grew a size from the swelling. He enjoyed making my tits inflamed. Just when I thought he was done because his arms seemed tired, the abuse took a turn for the worse. He invited his party guests to take turns whipping and punching me. Men and women slut shamed me and took turns abusing my body. One guy punched me so hard, he popped a saline bag. I guess I know now never to pass out at a party. My body looks like I had snuff sex all night. I am black and blue, even purple and red. I am covered in welts and I have lopsided tits. Just a day in the life of a submissive whore.

The Gift For His Slut

Sadistic phone sexMy old man gave me a gift wrapped in a box. I was surprised because he’s never giving me anything. For a brief moment I was happy but not for long. I opened the box and saw a human dog collar and leash. He was telling me where my place was in his world, I was no better than a dog or an object. Tears rolled down my face as he fastened the collar around my neck. He made me get down on my knees and walked me around the living room like a well-trained dog. I didn’t dare protest because he would kick my ass. I knew my place. He sat in his favorite chair and pulled my chain because he wanted his dick sucked. I held his huge dick and licked it all over before putting it in my mouth. I sucked him nice and slow like he trained me to do. He came in my mouth and I swallowed. I opened my mouth because he liked making sure that it was empty.

Satisfaction

Knife play phone sexThe smell of my own blood dripping down my flesh makes my cunt quiver. That tingling feeling I get inside when a sharp cold to the touch steal knife presses against my flesh then slowly cuts into my skin. Feeling that surge of pain rush thru my entire body. My cunt soaks with each strike of the knife. I know that my moans give me away. The excitement in my eyes as I take a lick of my own blood. I watch in awe as the knife plays and teases my flesh. Sinking into my flesh like the knife knowing exactly where to cut. My body going numb. My head getting light headed. My cunt wanting to explode everywhere. It is an incredible sensation that you must experience to understand the satisfaction in it all.

I am your Karma Bitch!

Violent phone sex 

 Roses are Red violets are blue I fuck shit up and so does my crew! I throw up, and puke all my food! gag, gag, gag (;

                                                                                                                                  It all started with my friends and I beating this bitch up, fucking her until she was so dry no fluids would come out of her pussy so we used her own blood to keep it going well it was the first time I ever got out of line it made me puke every where. Just so sick to my stomach that I couldn’t hold any thing in.  The violence and rage built up wasn’t going anywhere. But ever since then I just cant hold any food in plus I love being skinny so i eat and throw that shit right up. when I set rules I follow through and throwing out my food is one of them,. Now , the first time as I was saying , I had a damn god reason to. She was a bully and I had to strop it so we did. We continue to fuck shit up. If someone is not doing what they are supposed to do then one word Karma! I am your fucking karma, We tie hoes and ass holes up sexually fuck their inside in and out until they are laying their with a barley beating pulse and they are to tired to even scream for help anymore. Welcome to my world of torture.