Category: Domination phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex: Mutt Licking my Bald pussy

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Even having hot taboo phone sex with my latest conquest couldn’t please me today. My wet bald pussy needed something more! I had masturbated for five straight hours cumming and cumming over and over. But it wasn’t like a man’s touch, a real man’s cock inside me. I didn’t get my full release. You know that thick milky cum a pussy has when she really gets to orgasm hard! I swear I had used almost my whole hand to finger fuck myself. Listen I know it’s really bad but we had just rescued a mutt and I saw how he was licking the inside of his kong toy. He wanted the treat inside. So this naughty one got an idea! I grabbed some peanut butter and smothered it all over my bald pussy and even down inside my wet hole. I needed that furry friends tongue deep in me! I whistled and called him over with my legs spread! Oh it was magnificent the way he lapped with his big four legged mutt tongue deep inside me and all around my pussy lips. I almost screamed! I grabbed him by the scruff and showed him how deep that tasty peanut butter really was! I got my huge cum finally and will be doing this again!

Torture Phone Sex Doll

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is what I am known for. Does not mean I like it. I hate it. I have always thought I was better than most of the abuse I take. My problem is that my coke addiction makes me vulnerable and desperate. Some guys treat me better than others. Some guys use me as they need and that may be as their accomplice or their victim. Some guys are generous and just trade a good fucking for a bag of coke. This weekend, I was with Earl. He is not the worst person I have been with nor the best. He is obsessed with my ass. That means he is always down to make me his ass rape porn star. I do not know how he does it. He gets my body contorted in the most awkward and painful positions. And once I am in those positions, he sticks whatever he can find in my asshole. It is usually just him and me, but this weekend he brought his teen son with him. It was sort of a macabre introduction to manhood. He wanted his son to learn how to abuse an old whore. Said no boy can become a man without fucking an old whore. The boy was not nervous at all. In fact, he was wildly excited. He put his fist in my ass and when he got shit on his knuckles, he made me lick it off. Gross. He put dildos in my ass, like many at a time and joked that it was a whore’s bouquet of flowers. He eventually fucked my asshole, but only after he tortured it and left it gaping wide. Junior had more fun than Earl ever had with me. He told me when he is older, he will take over his dad’s drug trade and I will have to work with him for my coke. Dear God. I do not look forward to that. Junior is already sick as fuck, and he has not even taken the SAT yet. 

Kidnapping Phone Sex With Aubree

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When I got bored last night all I could only think about was how fun it would be to snatch me a young dumb slut. I could fuck her asshole hard and deep with my new strap-on dildo. That is what I did I picked her up on the street like a hooker slut, but I could tell her youth under all her cum dried make up smeared face. As soon as she was in the apartment, I knocked her out with a handkerchief. Dirty slut woke up tied up and naked. I had my strap-on on. I slapped her with it a few times enough for her to open her mouth wide. I shoved my strap down her throat until she chocked and gaged. When it was wet and gooey, I pushed her on her belly and pushed my cock in her asshole.  She yelped out in pain, but I didn’t care that just fueled me more. I ripped her asshole open until she was lubricating my strap. I wrapped my hands around her throat as I kept pounding her hard. It exited my cunt so much having the pounding she was getting rubbing up against me, that I started cumming I didn’t even notice she had stop breathing and I had asphyxiated her. Her body was limp. I didn’t care I had cum very hard, I just had to figure what to do with her body.  

I Bring Out You Violent Phone Sex Tendencies

violent phone sexI have been told that I bring out violent phone sex tendencies in men. Do you agree? When I met Matt, I thought he was a normal dude. You know, a guy into sports and music, not beating up women. I guess I was wrong because Matt turned out to be just another misogynistic asshole. We had a date last night. We had fun too. A movie and dinner with adult cocktails. I felt normal for a few hours. Once back at his house, I thought we might fuck. I wanted to fuck. He seemed into me, but it was all a rouse. He had other plans for me. My cocktail was spiked because I quickly became disoriented. I was falling down and slurring. The next thing I knew, I was hanging upside down in a dungeon being skull fucked by random men. I was duped for a gangbang rape porn. I could not talk well. I had my mouth full of dick and I was still groggy from the drugs. I remember them shocking my tits with something that looked like jumper cables. I am sure it was some sort of BDSM device. It made me piss myself. And when you are hanging upside down, if you pee it runs down your body and into your mouth. They laughed but I grimaced. They did not care that my urine was on their dicks. They kept savagely throat fucking me. I thought I might puke, but I held it back. I knew if I puked, I might choke or suffocate on my own vomit in that position. The blood was rushing to my head and causing a weird feeling too. They did not care. They used me for hours. Then Matt cut me down and they mounted me on a cold concrete floor like a dirty animal. They fucked my ass like an ass rape porn star next. It was another couple hours of abuse before I was let go. He told me if I said a word, he would kill me. He will just keep finding bimbos like me on Tinder and abusing them too.

Ass Rape Porn Star Goes to the ER

ass rape pornI am an ass rape porn star. Like I have done anal porn. I made quite a name for my self in the hardcore anal porn world. I retired though, at least professionally. I have tried to get into more mainstream porn, but when you have been a hardcore anal whore most mainstream places will not touch you. So, when I get pressed for cash, I must slip back into the seedy world of underground hardcore anal porn. It pays well, but it is dangerous, and you lose your dignity. Most men will tell you a taboo whore like me has no dignity to lose. That may be true, but I try to be a normal woman, but the lure of fast cash pulls me back in every time. Two nights ago, I ended up in the ER with a ripped rectum. That was the doctor’s term. I did an ass porn, and his cock was the hugest I have ever had in my asshole. He did more than prolapse my asshole. He tore through my ass requiring medical attention as my ass was bleeding. His cock was 14-inches and the thickest I have ever seen. I mean two hands wrapped around it and I could not get my fingers to touch. He was some Italian Stallion with a brutal side. I mean he paid this man a couple grand to find him a taboo phone sex whore who liked it in the ass. I have worked with the director before many times, so I was his first call. I was compensated well, more than I have ever made off any ass porn before. But I have never required stitches before, so maybe the money was not worth it. Who am I kidding? The money was so worth a ripped rectum. I have insurance. Some rest and ice on my ass, I will be back in the game before long.

Bondage Phone Sex Went Wrong

bondage phone sexHe asked me if I like bondage phone sex. I said no. It was sort of a lie. I do like to be tied up, but I hate not knowing what will happen to me next. I mean when I am tied up, I am vulnerable. Very vulnerable. A man can do anything to me. And he usually does. My last bondage situation was not good. Not for me. For the man, it was a different story. I met him on Tinder. He said he wanted to party with a milf. To me, it was a chance for free drugs. If I had to fuck him, that was a small price to pay for getting free coke. We were doing lines and talking. Everything seemed to be going well until he wanted to tie me up. He explained that it was just for shits and giggles, and to get me in a beach ball position to fuck me. I fell for his line of bullshit and the next thing I knew, I was being used for a gangbang rape porn. He had a bunch of friends waiting for me. I never heard or saw them, but they were waiting in stealth in another room. They all fucked my ass. It was gaped open, sore, prolapsed, and oozing jizz. They laughed at how big of a hole I had. They pissed into my gaped asshole and even fisted me. I had rope burns because I was struggling to get free, but I could barely move. I wanted out. The coke had worn off and he was not giving me anymore. I begged for a hit. Anything to take the pain and shame away, but he wanted this mommy whore to feel the pain and the shame. So yeah. That was my last bondage experience. Can you understand why I might not want to jump back into getting tied up again.

Bloody Phone Sex Massacre Weekend

bloody phone sexI enjoy a bloody phone sex massacre. Honestly, the bloodier the better. When I am in a massacre mood, I take my victim to my kill shack in the woods. It is not on any map, and I can get as messy as I want because no one will find the remains. This little shack is not in my name either. I inherited it from my grandpa, but for 70 years this shack has stayed off of anyone’s radar. My grandpa built it. I was told it was his hunting cabin, but I knew it was where he took his victims. My grandpa was a serial killer. A thrill killer who never got caught because he did not have a pattern. He taught me everything I know about hunting and killing. I enjoy killing free from restraint. If I kill a person on their turf or in my home, I must worry about DNA. Out in my kill shack, however, the coyotes will take care of the DNA for me. I took this teen whore to my cabin over the weekend. She went willingly because she thought she was auditioning for a horror movie, not a snuff porn. I was just in the mood to mutilate a pretty young cock tease. I was solo on this kill. That is because very few people know about my cabin in the woods. Once they have seen it, I need to kill them. That is how no one knows about it. This girl was a teenager. Her name was Jenny. I drugged her and dismembered her body after I disemboweled her. I like to feed the wild animals protein rich organ meat from tender age victims. It is good for them. I gutted her in my basin tub. Drained her body of blood. Removed all her organs and then carved off every limb. It was a bloody mess, but wicked hot fun for a sick bitch like me. I fed all the remains to the wild animals, then I bathed in her warm blood like a witch. It was a wonderful weekend. I condensed the story obviously to fit in a blog, but it is a long and sordid tale of death and dismemberment. My kind of weekend.

Addicted to Castration Phone Sex

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be my favorite type of call. I do love being a snuff queen too, but I take perverse pleasure in separating a man from his family jewels. Like more pleasure than I should. I am not picky about whose nuts I sever either. I will take them from a man who looks at me wrong. Big dicks or small dicks, I take all balls. It is true that I mostly take the balls of small dicked losers and tools who do not understand the term consent. But I have taken the nuts of men who most women would fuck in a heartbeat. I am not most women. I do not fall for a nice body and a pretty face. Hell, even a big wallet does not impress me much. I met Trevor at a Goth bar. He was dressed all wrong, so he stood out. His metrosexual pretty boy looks told me he was either lost or too drunk to realize he walked into a bar where the chicks would eat him alive. He came right to me too. I rolled my eyes, sighed and then mind fucked him. He was too drunk to understand my body cues or even the words that were coming out of my mouth. He was a sloppy drunk. A rude one too. He followed me into the unisex bathroom. He pushed the door open and fell on his face. Now, I knew I could overpower him. I had sobriety on my side. He was quasi lucid but mumbling so much I could not understand him. He lost his balls that night. My guess he does not remember the sexy Goth goddess with the serrated knife who chopped off his balls in the bathroom of a Goth bar. I left him passed out on the floor face down. I knew folks would just step over him to pee and never realize his balls were gone. I gave him a shot to knock him out and blur his already impaired mind. I am sure he woke up when the bar closed, but by then I was long gone. I just enjoy the torture sex of male genitals. It is kind of my addiction and I never mind removing a set of family jewels.

Sadistic phone sex Pleasures

Pleasure for me means pain for you. My Sadistic phone sex pleasures are geared around me destroying a worthless asshat or some little brat. I have no qualms on the age of who I destroy. I am a murderess… a serial killer by profession. The things that get me off is maybe a little psychopathy but it’s good. I am of solid mind and when I am feeling down a little drink and torture of a worthless fuck meats cock is awesome. I feast on blood of virgins. I masturbate with the fluid from brains of my victims. Fuck even the dumbest have fluid full of stem cells that will fuel my own regenerative guidance. I will destroy you bitch and you have nothing but pleasure of me doing what I do.

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So if you want a taste of my kind of fun then we can party like vampires. I will stroll in the cemetery and find you a fresh corpse to dig up and see if you can actually get it up and fuck the dead cunt for me.

Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore

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When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.