Category: Domination phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored With Me

rape phone sex fantasiesYour rape phone sex fantasies are safe with me. I promise. Since I love to lure young girls to you, I will not tell a sole. Perhaps, I have just as much to lose as you do. Because I was once on the other side of rape fantasies, I know how to lure young girls away. Young girls never feel threatened by me. But if girls acted smarter about female strangers, they might not go missing.

Tony is this new guy in my life. We fuck and hunt. Not at the same time though. We use the mall for foreplay. We walk around looking for a girl he likes and talk about all the bad things we want to do to her, like make her star in a teen rape porn. Then we go home and fuck talking out loud about the depraved things we will do to the little girl we spotted. Makes us both so horny.

After we fuck, we go back to the mall the next day and start to spy of the girl that made us so horny the day before. We follow her around the mall and take notes. I study my victim’s routine and stuff. Get an idea of how to approach her and lure her right into our trap. I study our potential victim for about a week. Teenage girls appear to be the most self-absorbed group of people in the world. Vacuous and vain. And that makes them easy prey.

Let Me Help Your Find Some Young Fuck Meat

I told the girl I was a model scout and she believed me. Led her to Tony’s Lake house. Dumb cunt still did not realize she’d been duped even after meeting him. When he ripped her clothes off and dick slapped her, I saw the light bulb go off. Tony loves rough anal sex. So, you know he made her his ass rape porn star.

We have been at his lake house all week doing unspeakable things to this teen girl who is now officially listed as a missing person. Maybe you want to join us. According to Tony she is very tight in all the right places. But the way he has been fucking her, I doubt she will stay that way much longer.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Welcomed Here if You Play By My Rules

murder phone sex fantasiesIf you have murder phone sex fantasies you are in the right place. Well, you are in the right place if you want an accomplice. However, I will kill or castrate you if you attempt to make me your victim or your girlfriend. I am a sadistic woman. Not the typical woman you encounter on phone sex lines. I have zero interest in giving you the GFE experience. Nor do I have any interest in men attempting to tame or break me.

Yet no matter how clear I am that I am in charge and that I am not a GFE provider, men either try to snuff me or make me their girlfriend. So, either that want killed or castrated but are too weak to ask for it.  Or they are just plain stupid. But either way, I eat guys like that for breakfast and shit them out the next day. And this world seems full of self-entitled men who think they know what I need and want.

Men Need to Know Their Place with Me or Lose Their Cock and Balls

I need my space. And I want castration phone sex trophies. I can make America great again for women. How? Castration ensures two things that can truly improve America. One, castration ensures that a tool cannot procreate and make itty bitty tools. And it ensures that they will never try whatever bullshit they tried with me on another woman.

Perhaps, I am a bit of a collector and hunter too.  In my dungeon, I have a wall dedicated to jars of balls and dicks. And all impeccably labeled with the loser’s name, last known address and date of castration. Inside the jar, you will find the loser’s balls and perhaps cock too. Some men pissed me off so much, I took all their junk. However, cock and ball torture sex is a guarantee with me if you call me to be your accomplice and try to make me your victim or lover instead. Don’t say I did not warn you.

Snuff Sex Mommy Gets Gang Banged Anally in Her Living Room

snuff sexMen see a mommy whore and immediately think snuff sex. Perhaps they had cock teasing mommy whores. But I am no cock tease. I fuck my boys. Even my stepson. But our relationship seems to be a bit more tumultuous. His friends know me as Blair the Witch. Or even sometimes Blair the Bitch.

Although my stepson did not summon his stepmom mommy last night, one of his friends did. I ignored his texts for over an hour. Just did not feel in the mood to get used. I had a big bag of coke my dealer gave me. And he is gentle on me when we fuck. But my stepson destroys my holes. So, I assumed his friends would too. I kept ignoring Taye’s texts. However, he did not appreciate me ignoring him and showed up at my door. But he had friends with him.

Apparently, my stepson offered me up as a gangbang rape porn star to settle a debt. Never asked me. Nor did he give me a warning either. Taye pushed his way into my home and his friends grabbed me. Although I fought, I appeared outnumbered. And a few men restrained me since I acted hostile. His words not mine. I did not feel hostile. But I did feel scared as fuck. My boys slept in rooms not far away from where these men planned on gang banging me.

Men Gang Banged My Ass While My Sons Slept Not Far Away

My stepson gets into a lot of trouble. That’s why I am his cash cow. But I don’t want to be his cash cow forever. I buried my face in a pillow and put my ass in the air trying to muffle my screams. Sure, I did some lines but not enough to not feel the sting of 10 cocks going in my ass in rapid fire motion. My ass hurts more today than ever before. And more than an ass rape porn star too. But as much as I screamed, my boys never woke up. Neither did my husband.

So much cum left on the couch though. Not sure how to get 10 huge cum stains out of this couch. I put a blanket down and told my husband the dog got sick. Not sure if he believed me or not. But I hope he does not find out his first son sent 10 men over to fuck my ass last night to settle a drug score.

Possessed Whore’s Manifesto: A Tale of Unholy Blissful Blasphemy sex

Blasphemy sex

Step into the twisted realm of the possessed, where sin becomes a way of life and blasphemy, a divine art. Our Cora, a tantalizing temptress, finds solace in the arms—and cocks—of the holy men. A relentless force poised between the celestial and the demonic, she’s a sacrifice of flesh in the name of unholy pleasure.

In the pious confines of a church, Cora reveals her true nature. A full vessel of blasphemy, she lulls the priest into a false sense of spiritual authority. Little does he know, she’s the embodiment of the unholy trinity—sin, sex, and Satan. Her skills, honed in the art of confession, lure the priest into a trap of erotic ecstasy, rendering him helpless against her demonic charm.

The confession box becomes her sanctuary, a place where she feasts on the priest’s manhood, turning holy water into a sacred sperm-filled elixir. With each gulp, she renewal herSinful pledge, indifferent to the vows that bind him.

But Cora’s insatiable lust extends beyond the confines of one priest. She’s a beacon, a siren song that lures married men away from their vows. In their obsession to quench their carnal desires, they become accomplices to her unholy acts.

Despite the priest’s vows to save her soul, Cora remains unwavering in her dedication to the dark arts. Possessed by a relentless appetite for blasphemy snuff porn, she finds ecstasy in the very acts that should dam her. Her Jackhammer Jesus, a talisman of sin, becomes an icon of defiance against the heavens.

In this unholy tale, the lines between the sacred and the profane blur. Cora, a modern-day witch, embraces her fate as a perpetual sinner, reveling in the adrenaline rush that comes with defying divine authority. A manifesto of debauchery, her story becomes a testament to the irresistible allure of the forbidden.

Prepare to embark on a journey where the demonic and the erotic collide, for Cora’s journey is a restriction-free zone.

Are you prepared for this blasphemous adventure, my worshipful master?

Accomplice Phone Sex Roles Revesed Rena Goes From Victim to…

Accomplice Phone Sex, I mean we learn as victims to find our own sometimes and that is what I explored receAs I walked into the dimly lit dungeon, my eyes immediately fell upon You, chained to the wall and trembling with anticipation. Your cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum at the sight of me, your gorgeous female dominatrix. I smirked in satisfaction as I approached you, knowing that I would use your cock and slut holes the way that would make my cunt the wettest.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” I purred, running my fingers along your jawline before trailing them down to stroke your throbbing shaft. “I think it’s time we took things up a notch.”

I leaned towards those nipples nibbling ever so softly and twisting them once they became hard., causing you to cry out in pain mixed with arousal. Then, using all of my strength, I yanked off one of your boots and began sucking on your big toe while teasingly licking around the head of your cock. The contrast between pleasure and pain sent shockwaves through yo

“That’s right,” I whispered against wet skin,” let go…let go for your mistress.”

“You’re such a slut,” I taunted, watching as your eyes rolled back in pleasure/pain. “Now it’s time for me to have some fun with that pretty little hole of yours.”

I lubed up my fingers and slowly began pushing them inside you, feeling the tightness give way under my control. You moaned loudly as I stretched you open, preparing yourself for what was coming next. With one swift motion, I inserted a vibrator into your ass while simultaneously lowering myself onto your cock until we were fully connected. The sensation must have been overwhelming – both fullness and stimulation hitting every nerve ending at once!

As if that weren’t enough, I started riding you hard and fast; grinding against the vibrator embedded deep within your rectum causing waves upon waves of ecstasy wash over us both. Your cries echoed off the walls around us while cum dripped from our entwined bodies like honey from two lovers entwined in an unholy union made only for lustful satisfaction .

Gangbang rape porn should hurt, break me, I should suffer!

Gangbang rape porn Gangbang rape porn should hurt, break me, I should suffer! Prepare yourself for a tantalizing rape fantasy experience that will haunt your dreams. I want you to invite your monstrous side to  feast upon my succulent pussy. I want to be your helpless victim, who will perform any dirty act you order.

I am your snuff porn star, getting fucked in every hole, eyes wide with fear and hoping you will show mercy. It’s funny how much I want it but when it happens I am trembling in horror, wondering if I will take my last breath. 

I need to be beat black and blue because I know how hard your get inflicting pain and I am your perfect match. I love when the pain stings and my pussy throbs. My flesh is served to Master warm and if he wanted I would be dead cold for him to. I don’t have a choice, no is not a word for me.

I am not allowed to make much noise or speak unless Master wills it. I know better than to speak out of turn because the last time I got severely punished.  I want to give you the kind of Fantasy phone sex that has been kicking in the way back of your mind. I want to unlock the demon that lurks within you, so it can sink it’s teeth into my flesh. I know your cock is hard just dreaming of my blood soaked pussy covered in loads of cum. 

When my body is slick with sweat and the intoxicating scent of sex I will be puddy in your hands. I will be that lost little girl that needs her Daddy and that’s when you will really make me suffer. Burn me with cigarettes, with each sizzling sting I will scream bloody murder morsel and that intensifies your hard throbbing cock. Force me on my hands and knees and keep a  steady flow of cock fucking me for hours.

Come, get all those hot hard cock to gather around the feast, my flesh. Make that gangbang turn into a bloody wild frenzy. Allow yourself and the rest to be gluttonous. Let’s indulge your dirty snuff desires without restraint, wrecking and breaking my tight holes. So please, make me suffer, I need the ultimate pain, let me fulfil your bloodlust. Call for the most Evil phone sex!

 

Some Accomplice Phone Sex Jobs I Want More Than Others

accomplice phone sexHe needed an accomplice phone sex partner. And I practically begged for the gig. Sometimes, on the dark web, you can bid on jobs. Not the highest bidder sort of thing. But a competition to see who the best accomplice might be for the job. Since I appeared to be the only female wanting the job, I used my sexy body to get chosen.

If you get my help with a murder job and get to fuck me, that’s like a double win. But I wanted the job so badly because I knew the target. My client wanted help killing a man I recognized as a friend of my father’s. The man used me as his ass rape porn star when I was just a little girl. I begged him to help me escape the hell hole I grew up in, but he just took advantage of me like my daddy did. Although it is never smart to mix business with pleasure, I needed this gig. I wanted closure.

I did not care why my client wanted to kill this man. Likely he screwed him over in business. But I did some research. He sexually assaulted his daughter, but the police never pursued charges because she admitted to being drunk when it happened. I would get revenge for her. And for me too. He had no clue who I was. I changed my appearance quite a bit since he last saw me. When I met him at a sleazy dive bar, he took him home. Not to my home, but to my client’s summer home in the woods.

Men Fall for My Charms Often Making Them Easy Prey

I drugged him with just a little oxy dust on my boobs. We tied him up and woke him up. Although I never told him who I was, I wanted to tell him. My client needed revenge. He needed justice for his daughter. Cock and ball torture sex seemed fitting. So, I carved up his cock. Took his balls too. But I made him feel everything. I suggested I peg his ass raw too. He needed to know what it feels like to get fucked against your will.

The little bitch cried. Cried! Of course, I did cut his cock off and shoved it down his throat. After hours of torture, we killed him. Let him bleed out on the bed. We fed his body in bits to the alligators. If any of his remains are found, it will look like a drunk man got too close to the edge of the swamp and fell in or a gator just snatch him. However, I doubt any of his remains will be found. Those gators looked hungry. Double revenge and I got paid. Best day ever.

Torture sex is what I had to help make happen

Since my unc loved Torture sex, he had to figure out a way to find him a permanent toy. “You will help me lure a dumb slut here or you will be the one I put in my shed” he demands of me. Because he had used me and has beat and ripped my holes many times, I didn’t want to be his fuck doll. There was a new slut at school who was young and whose parents were druggies and never home.

Torture sex

It was easy to bring her over; she liked to get stoned and to get her pussy played with. Although her body was small her tits were big. Her pussy didn’t even have hair on it yet. After she came over my unc spiked her drink and I got her stoned. “Play with my pussy now” she says as she opens her legs exposing her bald cunt. Since I knew what was coming to her, I did as she wanted.

Then my uncle came up behind her and wrapped something over her mouth. She tried to fight but was so small. After dragging her to his shed he had altered to be soundproof with lots of things for him to use on his victim. First, he tied her up. “Open her legs I want my Rape phone sex fantasies fulfilled first before I start her punishment” he instructs me to do. As soon as I opened her legs.

He rammed his hard cock in her ass. She woke up screaming in pain, but it didn’t matter. My uncle didn’t stop until his balls were empty and her ass was dripping blood and sperm. The pain was too much for her to handle, she had passed out. I’m sure she wished he would just Snuff her, but he had lots of perversion in store for her.  

Torture Sex Made James My Sex Slave for Life

torture sexI use torture sex to control my slaves. However, James did not know that. He thought we met at a bar and had a connection. But I don’t form love connections. Men are my cunt slaves. They serve me. Not the other way around. Although James appeared eager to please, I think he wanted a more reciprocal relationship. Maybe even a boring vanilla one. But I had other plans for him.

I let him follow me home. But only I knew he would never leave. I made him a strong cocktail and slipped into something sexier. He checked out my Gothic home. Although, he would need to wait to see my dungeon. My sex slaves need to work for me when ever I want. However, James seemed to not understand my terminology. I did not say boyfriend. I said slave. Slaves do not have any freedom. As he worshiped my cunt, he talked about work and family. And I laughed. He will never leave my castle. Never.

But James needed more convincing. So, I took him down to my dungeon. That is where I break my slaves. And I use any means necessary. If he would not conform to my desires, I’d make him a snuff porn star instead of a sex slave. James thought this was some sort of game. But I do not play games. Instead, I break men and shape them into loyal sex slaves and cunt worshipers. I strung him upside down as my first order of business. As I spun him around, he got a head rush.

Some Slaves Need Torture Before They Dedicate Their Lives to Me

I stood on a stool and ordered my slave to eat my pussy and ass. Even strung upside down, he still thought this was a game and he would go to work in the morning. I broke out the heavy artillery. Whips, chains, restraints, a strapon and a cattle prod. For hours, I beat him. Shocked him too. 

His body looked like I dragged him along a gravel road tied to the back of my truck. But he still did not understand the assignment. So, I put a castration band around his nuts. I castrate all my sex slaves. Their sexual pleasure does not matter. They exist to service me. And that is the only thing they will do under my control.

But I use the castration band to help reduce the testosterone in my slaves. Makes them less squirrely and more manageable.  Although James did not understand my use of the castration band, he soon realized his fate as a eunuch slave. As his balls turned blue and eventually black from the lack of circulation, he knew castration phone sex would be inevitable.

Some sex slaves submit immediately to me and dedicate their lives too me. Others require lots of pain first. Eventually James gave in. Realized he would spend the rest of his life living in a dog cage and only coming out when I need my cunt or ass serviced. I did not need to cut off his balls, but he left me no choice. Some great cunt slaves are born. However, others, like James, I must make.

Ass Rape Porn Star’s Son Batters Her Fuck Holes for a Live Stream

ass rape pornWhen my oldest son comes to visit, I know he needs his ass rape porn mommy. But I also know that I will get a ton of coke too. Like the premium coke out of Columbia. Sometimes, I swear his father must be Pablo Escobar because he brings me huge bags of coke that fill a bowl.

When he arrived, this time I remembered to take my teeth out. His fans enjoy watching an old toothless hag gum a cock. If I had not remembered, my boy would have punched my face so hard that my teeth flew out of mouth. He still smacked my face hard. However, he always avoids my sniffer. When he pushed my face in the coke, I came back up looking like one of those Kabuki women from Japan. My face turned ash white.

While I snorted enough coke to give a cow a heart attack, my boy whipped me for his streaming audience. However, he did not use a whip or a belt. He used a metal chain. And that felt like torture sex, even as high as I was. He made me dance for him. And as my old body gyrated around, he used the chain to wrap around my waist and pull me back towards him for a sucker punch.

My Son Loves to Abuse His Old Mommy Whore for Your Pleasure

But he had only just begun our live stream session. I felt the coke numbing my body, which I always need when my boy pays me a visit. He forced me down on all fours so I could gape and prolapse my asshole for his viewing audience. He assisted by putting fingers and a fist up my asshole. Somehow, he got elbow deep in my ass. My prolapse turned into his cock sleeve. He sucked on my prolapse too. For a moment, it felt like my prolapsed asshole got caught in a bear trap.

But he really wanted to fuck my prolapsed asshole. The chimes came in from the viewers at home as he fucked my hanging asshole. He even pissed in it too which increased the dings. Folks enjoy a son abusing his mother’s asshole. But he had just begun the pain. If I had not been so fucked up on cocaine, I would have sworn I was starring in a snuff porn. But my son would never kill his cash cow.

When he broke out the brass knuckles, I panicked a bit. But he let me bury my face in the cocaine again. So, I know he loves me. A few punches to the back of the head with his trusty brass knuckles, and I was seeing stars. He zip tied my boobs until they looked black and blue. He punched my old funbags too. As I writhed around in his piss on the floor, he punched every inch of my body with those brass knuckles. All but my nose.

My Boy Will Punch Every Inch of My Body But My Sniffer

At one point I passed out. I woke up with him dragging me around by my prolapsed asshole. I smelled like a urinal. And I looked like something out of a horror movie. I was covered in my blood, his piss and lots of coke. He banged my already battered body against the wall and the furniture. When he thought I had enough, he forced me face down and ass up. I could hear the chimes.

As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he smashed my head repeatedly into the ground. He would pull my head back towards him and take turns punching the back of my head and my face with his brass knuckles. If I had not already lost my teeth, surely, I would have in that moment.  After he came in my ass, he broke out the steel bat. He pretended to be in spring training and took the bat to my prolapse like it was a ball he needed to hit out of the park.

But he took that bat to my head, tits and ribs too. When our live stream concluded, I could not see or hear much. My eyes swelled close. Every inch of me appeared covered in bruises. I smelled like a urinal. And I could only crawl. But my boy loves me. Gave me enough coke to last the week for my troubles.