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My Taboo Phone Sex Fear

taboo phone sexWhat are you afraid of most? For this taboo phone sex slut, it is spiders. I hate the 8-legged freaks. I have this recurring nightmare of being covered in mutant spiders. You know, the big hairy tarantula kind. My stepson who hates me, recently discovered my fear and used it against me. With my husband out of town for a week, my stepson has free range to torment and torture me. Two nights ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and screamed bloody murder when I felt something crawling all over me. I thought it was a bad dream, but my bed was covered in spiders. I felt like I was in some B SyFy channel movie. I tried to swat the 8-legged freaks off me, but I became paralyzed in fear. Then panic hit and I could barely breathe, and I certainly could not move. I heard laughter. My stepson was in the corner of my bedroom stroking his dick. He was enjoying my fear. I thought I might have a heart attack. Spiders were falling from the ceiling. As my heart rate accelerated, I peed myself, but I was still immobilized with fear. He just laughed and jacked off. I screamed loudly and one got in my mouth. I was hyperventilating, sure I might stroke out. I begged for mercy. I told my stepson I would do anything he wanted if he could get them off me. He dragged me to the basement with hairy spiders still clinging to my flesh. He turned on the water hose and killed them. I worried about them still in my bedroom and in the house. I knew I may never sleep again. My skin bruised from the force of the water hose, but that was better than the feel of spiders crawling on my flesh. He asked me if I was going to be a good fuck pig and I nodded yes. I was still too freaked out to utter a word.  If he was trying to scare me into being his sex slave, it worked.  Ass rape porn was what was next. He sodomized me for hours. I laid there like a rag doll while he gaped my ass. He could have done anything to me at that point. Anything was better than spiders. I slept in my car and called the exterminator the next day. I will forever sleep with one eye open now.

Castration Phone Sex: Don’t Fuck with the Wrong Bitch

castration phone sexCastration phone sex desires are stronger in me the longer I am being told to shelter in place. I am a gypsy. I am used to being out hunting for a fix. A fix for me is killing someone. I have always practiced social distancing expect maybe when I am plunging a knife into someone or I am taking off a pair of worthless nuts. Last night, I wore my skeleton face mask to castrate a complete loser. He is an Internet stalker. Been harassing me for months. I had computer issues awhile back. When you look at as much snuff porn as I do, you pick up viruses. This Geek Squad loser had access to my computer to fix it and he ended up stalking me. Lucky me, he likes Goth girls who hate everyone. I tried everything to get him out of my computer, but he was holding me virtually hostage. I agreed to meet with him. He fucked with the wrong bitch. He needed neutered. The virus worked in my favor because we cannot meet in bars and restaurants. He was going to cook us a romantic meal. Barf. I played the part, but I spiked his beer. Until he was incapacitated, it was hard to hide my bitch face and act like I was into this loser. Once he was out, I stripped him naked and tied him up, so he could not escape. Too bad he was a creepy as fuck stalker and an internet hostage taker, he had a decent sized cock. But no way I was fucking a man who thought he could force me into dating him. That is a Life Time Movie in the making and I am NOT the Lifetime Movie type. When he woke up, he was shocked to see me in control. I let him know this was his fault. His actions alone led to his castration. I cut his balls right off with one swipe of the rusty serrated blade. He screamed like a bitch. I picked his balls up off the floor and shoved them in his mouth. I was laughing loudly. I left him to bleed all over the floor. If he survives, he will have learned to fuck with me and he will never orgasm again.

Just another Sadistic Phone Sex Sunday, Not My Funday

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex Sunday started early. It was around 2am when my stepson dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming. His dad is out of town. I knew this would happen; I just thought it would happen in the morning or late afternoon. He dragged me to the basement kicking and screaming. Not sure why I protest every time, it is a weekly occurrence. It is not that I am willing when it comes to him. It is just that I have accepted that I cannot change the way things are with him.  I am complacent. I fought and I pleaded in the beginning, and the outcome was the same as if I was complacent. I think he enjoys it more when I protest, so I try not to fight. I hate my stepson. He is an entitled brat with mommy issues. He hates me because daddy traded in for a younger model. It devastated his mother and she took it out on him and now he takes it out on me. It is revenge that makes him treat me like shit. He blackmails me so I cannot run crying to daddy, or my nice cushy life is over. I let him string me up in the basement. He put a ball gag in me so I would not wake anyone in the house. His half-brothers were sound asleep. I know if they knew what kind of abuse I suffered at their big brother’s hands, they would try to kill him. I tried to be quiet for that reason alone. It was hard last night because he beat me with a belt buckle so hard, he cracked a rib. He cut me down when I was gasping for air, but instead of letting me go, he kicked me and fucked me. Left me on the cold concrete slab with bugs crawling around. I was handcuffed and ball gagged. I was not going anywhere soon, and no one was coming to save me.

Domination Phone Sex Sadistic Gray

It’s domination phone sex that got me started in this business. The snuff thing wasn’t completely out there yet and I was a college student just came of age and needed the extra cash. I had always been a little of a loner and sadistic to the friends I had. I never knew about or cared for love. I liked to fuck, I despise rugrats, and vermin and really as a general whole hate society. I listen to power electronics, industrial and old school goth music and anything mainstream makes me vomit. Toss me a bottle of Vodka, some blow and a joint and we can have a good time. Maybe. If you wear fluorescent anything you can expect a kick in the nuts rather than a good time. I had a blind date one time the guy showed up with fucking fluorescent orange sunglasses on, baggy fucking pants like he took a dump in his diapers and a damned sports t-shirt. He opened his mouth and I had to fucking punch him. I knocked his lights out shoved him out of the driver seat and gunned that engine outta my hood. I took that loser to the fucking river. I drank the vodka, lit the joint and puffed away eyeballing my newest victim. I did a few bumps of that blow and decided I’d see what the yo boy bitch was packing. Found a Smith & Wesson and tossed it in my bag. The little faggot had a decent cock so I took him for a ride as he was coming too. I rode that cock sweet talking the dumb bitch into the best orgasm and his last orgasm as I strangled the bitch and shoved him down the river bank. He was a dealer the dumbass pimp wanna be had all kinds of shit. I took it left his car after bashing the windows out and made it look like just another loser dealer hooking up with the wrong folks. Truth.

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Torture Sex on a Yacht

torture sexI went looking for trouble and found torture sex instead. I answered an ad I saw looking for a buxom blonde stripper. It was a private gig. All the clubs are closed now and honestly, I needed the money. It looked like a harmless gig. Some wealthy guy with a yacht throwing a party at sea. I wanted to be on a yacht. I have been cooped up inside for too long. Some fresh air, sunshine and horny men was just what I needed. When I arrived, everything seemed copasetic. This looked like rich married men wanting some action after a few months stuck at home with their wives. That was part of it, but their idea of fun was more like something out of one of the Hostel movies. They waited until we were out to sea to show their true colors. I was in the middle of a sexy striptease when one of the men used a cattle prod on me. Shocked the piss out of me. I was convulsing on the floor like I had a seizure. They all kicked me when I was down. They stopped for a second and the man who hired me started counting. I was not sure why, but when they backed off, I ran. I was on a yacht, not many places to go, but they clearly wanted to play cat and mouse. I thought I found a good hiding spot, but someone found me, and the game was over. They tied me to the stripper pole and whipped me. My skin was blistering and cracking. They did not stop there. They paid for me and they were going to fuck me too. They just saw me as a dumb whore no one would miss. They acted out their rape phone sex fantasies and tossed me in the ocean. I think they thought I would drown, but no one with tits as big as mine drowns. Luckily, we were only a couple miles out from land, and I washed up on the shore. They probably think I am still dead.  I hope they do because if they find out, I doubt they will fail at killing me again.

Gangbang Rape Porn in a Seedy Strip Club

gangbang rape pornI made some money last night making a gangbang rape porn. I need money for coke. This virus is making everything so hard. When I heard this seedy strip club opened back up, I went. I thought maybe I could strip. It is one of those kinds of places that women can walk in off the street and hop on stage. Druggy whores like mike frequent it when we need to score. This is not gentleman’s club. This is a dirty club where girls smell like piss and have needle tracks. I knew I at least smelled better and had no tracks. Guys must be starving for some pussy as much as I am starving for coke. They wanted me to wear a mask on stage. I laughed because Covid-19 was not what a woman was likely to catch in a place like that, lol. I got on stage and did a pole dance while men tossed me crumbled up ones. One guy gave me $100 for the VIP room. VIP room sounds way too lofty for what it was. The room had cum stains on the wall, used needles in the corner and smelled like an alley. I was selling my soul being in there, but I needed a fix. Two more guys came in and they wanted to fuck me too. No doubt. I was the cleanest thing in the joint. They did not just want to fuck me. They wanted to use me to get their rocks off. They were rough. A girl must expect that kind of treatment in a place like that. They passed me around like a strung out whore and fucked me. Fists in my ass, dicks in my mouths. They did not touch my pussy in case I was a diseased ridden whore. I was in that room about an hour. They filled me with cum, even slapped me around a little, giving me black eyes. I only made $150 for all that but it was enough to score some powder.

A Kidnapping Phone sex Tale

kidnapping phone sexDo you like a hot kidnapping phone sex tale? I was out getting some fresh air. I feel like a caged animal. I am sure you can relate. I was walking, taking in the night air and listening to some Ozzy thru my headphones. I was not aware of the car following me. Once I turned on a dead street to circle back home, some one jumped out of the car and shoved me in the trunk. I thought it was master as first, so I did not panic. I panicked when the trunk opened, and I saw some stranger with steel in his eyes. I asked him what was going on. I tried not to show my panic even though this was a panic worthy moment. He ordered me out of the trunk. He had the gun, so I did not fight. Contrary to my persona, I do not have a death wish. Not this week at least. There was a castle in the background. A beautiful, old Gothic building. My fantasy mind got ahead of me. I wondered it this was Dracula’s castle. I have a thing for vampires. It was not the home of Count Dracula, but pardon the pun, it was a blood relative. All vampires descend from him. I met a handsome count who looked hungry. I speculated that this virus has hurt their feeding schedule. Not as many folks out and about at night. No easy prey stumbling home from a bar at 4 am in the morning. I offered my neck to him as a gesture of kindness. I just hoped that he would see my willingness and find some way for me to remain living. I can be quite helpful. He bit my neck and I felt immense pain, followed by immense pleasure. I lived but I now belong to him. I am now in charge of talent acquisition. That is just a fancy way of saying I work in the kitchen. I find him tender flesh he can devour nightly. Whatever he has in store for me, I will embrace. What is your fantasy phone sex scenario?

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Blasphemy Sex For Daddy & Daughter

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My deviant sex games are often marked by blasphemy sex.  I tend to be the snuff obsession, your new Goddess that you must obey. The evil Angel who requires complete obedience. If I desire your first-born daughter t be sacrificed to the biggest BBC around, you will offer her. Sweet ripe fresh cunny ripe for me to destroy live and recorded for some brat porn sales later. You denounce all that you thought was holy. Because this is one Goddess of the night who gives back. I will allow you to penetrate that sweet slutkin pussy after she has had so many fucking black cock loads and been destroyed. And you will worship me for it. Your cock belongs to me and if you play your cards right I will get you your very own young virgin to force fuck and destroy her with my bare hands as all color fades from her face and you continue fucking her cooling dead little body. I will have your soul promised to me because you will be snuffed out by my hands when I am done with you, and you will do so willingly and beg me to do it! Where are my Devotees at tonight? Because now you are my accomplice phone sex stud and you belong to the Goddess of the night! Praise Goddess Jezabel!

Hunting Young Flesh

This pandemic serves up the fact that Mother Nature is not happy with mankind. Humans are polluting the planet and too many are springing out of over fucked cunts. Breeding greedy brats deserve what they get. I think hunting the succulent flesh down and enjoying a bout of cannibalism phone sex will do some good. We need to start the sacrifices of that young tender blood to the earth. The delicate flesh is tasty and no poor animal needs to suffer. Too many fuck trophies are clogging up the system and it’s time for a cleanse. I hate materialistic cunts and their self serving nature. They violate and take from nature and I think they need to be fantasy raped to their brutal and bloody death. We need to make the Mother happy again and shed some innocent sweet cunt blood for the mother to revive herself.

I love to just disembody a little thing starting with my fist up her cunt. I start ramming it in there with some bladed rings. I need to burst up inside that belly and start removing the organs that will foul up the meat. It’s a great treat for the wolves that lurk in the night around my place. I then stuff up a nice bouquet of aromatic herbs in side those filthy holes. A nice black garlic bulb marinated in olive oil in there also. I like a little bit of sweetness with my pork and feel shoving some cherries down the throat with an apple in the mouth is perfect. The best part is to drench that sweet body with coconut oil and let all the young men use her holes and baste her with their blessings. She is ready to roast and I will feed the first succulent bum cheek to her daddy.

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Taboo Phone Sex Anal Whore

taboo phone sexBeing a taboo phone sex whore confined to home has been brutal. My stepson has been renting out my holes to his friends. He was laid off from his job. His unemployment was held up, but with his red-headed step mommy at home, he has a way to make money still. Good for him. Bad for me. Very bad for me. Last night he had invited 6 guys over. They partied and I was the party favor. Not my idea of a fun night. My ass was full of cock and fists. It was full of cum and piss too. They got high and played spin the bottle on the whore. Whomever the bottle landed on, he got to do whatever he wanted to me. It meant it was his turn to use me. They all thought I was an ass rape porn star. Why younger guys are obsessed with my ass is a mystery, but they are. I know I am an anal sex whore. I can take big things up my shit box, but my stepson and his friends have one mission in life it seems. And that is to ruin my asshole. Once they prolapsed my ass hole, they put a hair tie around my bulging anus. One of the guys went into the bathroom and came back with an Icy Hot stick. He rubbed it all over my asshole that was inside out. I screamed bloody murder. It burned. It felt like they sprinkled acid on my prolapsed ass. They laughed while I cried. I do not cry much. I have a high pain threshold. They surpassed it because they are sadistic boys with no compassion for me or anyone. Fucking little bastards used me for hours until they passed out. I untied myself and tried to push my ass back inside. It will be awhile before I can sit or shit again.

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