Category: Domination phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex dead and gone never coming down.

Necrophilia phone sex             Necrophilia phone sex dead and gone never coming down. Now that is the first thing to remember when you get to be dead and gone. Talk about a stiff cock, hard as rock. At the same time, when I take your life to be sure you will be hard, and I will have ridden you to death.      

            Drop a house on you. Just my cunt.  Tight as a vice grip around your cock. May not be pumping but rigor mortis will be setting in. Keep it stiff. First this is the beginning of the fun.

            Before you are dead and gone, going to have you as my very own helper in your demise. Shall it be suffocation. As soon as I start fucking your cock pulling your face between my tits. Suffocation phone sex will be the death of you for now at least.

            Death with your cock buried deep inside of me. At the same time, I am riding you my tits will be squeezing in on you pressing in tight. Thighs gripping you. Crushing your ribs. Cutting off your air in all directions. Suffocating you, until finally ding dong your dead and my cunt has you secure for the riding pleasure.

            It must be remembered you died with a smile on your face, a mouthful of tit, and more importantly your cock in a pussy.

When Torture sex turns bloody the end is so sweet

Torture sex There are so many delicious levels of Torture sex. The thrill of the chase, the taste of power, and the sight of blood excite my pussy. I know how to pick the sweetest ones. I mean after all virgin blood is the best. They have to be sweet and naive. They don’t know what’s going to happen to them until it is too late. I love the look in their eyes when they realize their fate. 

 Once I’ve got her right where I want the little slut, I’ll start with a little knife play. Slowly, I’ll trace the cold steel along her soft pale skin, watching the goosebumps rise and the fear flickers in her eyes. You’ll be between her legs sucking and licking her little virginal holes.

Then I’ll make you bury your cock deep inside that tight little hole. The Snuff sex is far more satisfying to me when you are begging for mercy too. I like to tease pathetic little worms like you. It’s so cute that you think you have a chance with me.

I lure you in, don’t I? I show you all the signs that I am going to take your cock and give you a ride of a lifetime. But in reality, you are just as trapped in my torture web as the sacrifice You are going to fuck her. Defile her little bald pussy and I am going to stab her until you are covered in her blood. Then maybe I’ll let you touch me. 

 

Streaming Mommy’s Ass Rape Porn is Profitable

ass rape pornAnytime my son summons me, I know it is to stream an ass rape porn for his viewers. But I also know he will give me a lot of coke for my troubles. And the good pink coke too. When I arrived, I saw the big bowl of coke on the table. I would need every bit I could get too. In a way, I guess I am a content creator. My son jokes that I need a Dark Only Fans page. I do love the attention. But I love cocaine more.

With my red lips, bimbo outfit and high heels, I got closer to the bowl. You could still see some faded bruises from our last encounter. They never completely fade. Before I could put my face in the bowl, my son stripped me naked so he could slide his cock between my fat cunt lips. However, soon he shoved his arm up my cunt, turning me into his fuck puppet. I endured a few punches before he pulled me by my cunt lips to the bowl of coke.  I put my face in that bowl of coke and took a big snort to dull the pain.

Any sex with my son is torture sex. My son laughed at my Geisha face when I came up for air. White powder covered my face. You could still see my red lips, and raccoon eyes under the coke. The chimes poured in. My boy punched my face, sending my teeth flying across the room. He ordered me to push out my prolapse, and I did. More chimes. My prolapse serves as my boy’s cock sleeve. He zip tied it at 6 inches so I could not suck it back in.

My Son Enjoys Anally Torturing Me and Live Stream It

Some skull fucking ensued, followed by a belt to my prolapse. Sometimes I think my son hates me. He would punch my face, then whip my prolapse with his belt. But the chimes of a happy audience continued to pour in. My boy reminded me of our deal. I am his cash cow and fuck puppet, and in exchange, I get good cocaine. So, I sucked it up. Did some more coke and gummed his cock while he whipped my prolapse repeatedly.

More punches to the face while he stuffed my mouth with his cock. And I could feel my face turning his favorite colors of black and blue as he continued to skull fuck me. I’m his punching bag. He pissed down my throat and I swallowed it like a good whore. My son thinks I look prettier with black eyes and purple cheeks.  And the prettier I look, the more his audience tips.

He dragged me by my prolapsed asshole back to the bowl of coke to numb the pain. If my boy did not love me, he would let me suffer instead of letting me get high. Oh, I forgot to mention that this entire time he tied up my boobs like torpedoes. So, by then they appeared to be a pretty purple too. Before I could snort more coke, he fucked my throat some more while squeezing it to turn it purple too. He believes in beating mommy beautiful.

Beating Mommy Beautiful Brings in the Tips

When he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke, he fucked my prolapsed ass. It’s his cock sleeve. But I buried my face in that bowl of pink coke and just inhaled until he yanked me by my protruding asshole back in front of the camera. He put a plastic bag with some coke over my head while he punched my entire body. As I struggled to snort the coke in the bag, I felt myself begin to suffocate.

The bag stuck to my face with every inhale. My boy went back to fucking his cock sleeve while I gasped for air. And of course, more chimes rolled in. Eventually, he ripped the bag off my face so I could breathe. As he fed me more coke, he slammed my skinny old body on the floor and tossed me across the room. He made mommy fly.

I bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and fell to the floor where he kicked me. But the torture phone sex had only just begun. He gave me a golden enema. That means he shoved his cock down my pee hole and took a piss. More chimes poured in. His audience loves it when he abuses my 4th hole. I am a 4-hole wonder. I showed off for the camera. They sent more tips looking at my battered and broken body.

My Son’s Audience Tips More the Rougher He Gets with Me

My boy started fucking me again. And I felt like a rag doll bouncing up and down his cock. He pulled his dick out of my pee hole to bend me in half like a pretzel. So, he did that so his audience could see my abused and battered old body. With my legs over my head like that, they could pop out of their sockets easily. But that’s what he wanted. By this time, my cunt lips came down to my knees. And in this pretzel position, he fucked my urethra some more. I could hear the chimes of tips pouring in as my boy destroyed my 4th hole.

Eventually, he covered me in his boy batter. And my busted up face got to snort some coke while he showed off the damage he did to my body. He pumped my throat some more while punching me again. I’m my son’s cash cow and fuck puppet. But I never mind because he gives me the best coke. And it dulls my pain until our next live stream.

Snuff Phone Sex Whore Rena Gets Snuffed Out in a Hot Call

During a recent snuff phone sex call, I was soaked by the end of it. From minute I heard that deep voice on the other end, my cunt was dripping wet as II bit my bottom lip, savoring the power of this moment as I played with myself underneath my sheets. “I was hoping we could have some fun together,” I whispered suggestively. “You know…roleplay something naughty?”

He groaned audibly over the phone before asking what exactly did I have in mind? My heart raced as an idea formed in my head; one that would push both our boundaries but also satisfy our darkest desires at once – snuff play! It wasn’t something we had ever discussed before but from past conversations about taboo topics like this one, he seemed open-minded enough to entertain it now! So without hesitation or fear for rejection because after all who cares if they say no when their life is already over anyway right?..I said: “How about you tie me up tightly then choke me until i pass out?”

There was silence on his end for few seconds which made me nervous yet excited too because maybe he really would go through with it! Finally he spoke again saying how twisted yet are usingly hot the idea was. He asked if I was sure about this and I reassured him that yes, more than ever before! We discussed details like how tight should he make the knots, what kind of rope would be best for binding my wrists and ankles securely yet comfortably enough so they wouldn’t cut into my skin too much during our ‘game’. As we spoke dirty to each other over phone lines getting wetter by minute anticipation grew inside both of us until finally…

“Alright baby girl,” he said in a low voice filled with lustful menace. “Time to play your little game.”

I gasped as his strong hands bound me tightly; it hurt but also felt amazing knowing someone wanted me so much that they were willing to take control like this. The pressure around my neck increased gradually until all consciousness faded away leaving only pleasure behind…and then nothing at all.snuff phone sex

Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Home invasion turns into a good fuck

Home invasion phone sex

You decided to do some fucked up shit and break-in to my house, little did you know that home invasion phone sex turns me on. You picked the wrong house to do your bad deeds.

After hearing my window break I jumped outa bed and grabbed my bat, and there you were with a mask on, dressed in black. You didn’t put up a big fight so I bashed you on the head, knocked your ass out!

When you woke up you were tied up by your hands and feet, naked. “Awww, you little bitch thought you could have rape fantasies with me?!” You’re scared and shaking as I grab onto your cock, all bloody from your head injury. I begin to stroke it using your own blood, spitting on your cock head for extra lube, violating and assaulting you.

I forcibly sit down on top of you, grinding my tight wet bald pussy, this shit turns me on! You’re whimpering and crying as I’m getting off. I grab a dog color and leash and secure your neck, pulling you closer to me as I ride you like the little bitch boy you are, squirting all over your dick, thighs, leaving you drenched.

Think I’m gonna leave you right where you are for a little torture for later……

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Deadly

Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.

So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.

I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.

Breath Play and Strangle Fantasies are Hot with the Right Partner

She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.

But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.

Rape phone sex fantasies is what my friend’s dad used me for

Some daddies have Rape phone sex fantasies about their young daughters. I found out when I spent the night at my friend’s house. Even though I went there to get away from my sadistic unc, I didn’t get away from being tortured. After dinner we got warm hot coco. But something was off, my friend passed out. She didn’t even move at all when I shook her. Only a few minutes passed before her daddy walked in. I told him I didn’t know what happened, but he just laughed. Then he pulled his knife out and his cock. “Bitch you’re mine tonight” he said laughing as he jerked off. Although I was scared, I knew what was coming. I was going to be fucked hard.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Even if I didn’t want it, her daddy holding the knife was going to force me. “No one would hear you, if you decided to scream” he smirked and said. I know this abuse way too well. Therefore, I got on my knees and let him choke me with his cock. His big hard pcock was so deep down my throat, that I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my face, but I kept sucking his dick. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll sit on this dick. My friend’s dad said as sat next to my sleeping friend. Even though I have been used and given hard pounding many times, this time my friend was right there.

I wanted her to wake up, but I didn’t want her to wake up. Her daddy grabbed me by the neck and slammed his big hard cock in my young bald cunt. As I cried out from the pain, he slapped me and choked me. “Stop crying and tell daddy you want Torture sex from him” you grunt as you ram your cock inside me. From all the times I got fucked, I learned if I gave what was asked my torture would end faster. 

Therefore, I whimpered, “please torture me daddy, please use my pussy”. You have been wanting to hear that. So, after more hard pounding, your cock exploded inside me. As every drop of your cum pumped in me, you said “I have been wanting to force fuck my daughter for so long”. Then I watched you rub your hands all over her. For the rest of the night, you played with her little holes while torturing me. 

Domination Phone Sex with a Proud Ball Buster Might Leave You in Tears

domination phone sexI enjoy domination phone sex calls as a sexy switch. The older I get the more fun cock and ball torture sex becomes for me. I have this one regular at the strip club who enjoys CBT. You could say he is an extreme pain slut. Usually, in the club, I am limited to how much I can hurt him even with him agreeing to it. It’s bad for business the owner thinks for club patrons to hear a man screaming from the VIP room.

So, he took me off the books. Hired me to be his dominatrix. We had our first session Tuesday night. I signed off early from my phone sex job, so I could inflict some serious cock and ball torture sex. He had all the equipment for me too. Even a sounding device which I had never used before.

In the club, I could kick him in the crotch. And I could step on his balls. However, no sounding devices allowed, no sharp objects and no actual ball busting either. Lame, I know. What does it matter if a man is willing to pay for the pain. This worked out well though. I could demand more money and do more damage to his junk.

Now That I Have a Taste for Extreme CBT, I Want to Inflict More Pain

With my highest stripper heels, I danced on his balls. Even trampled his cock too. This time, I actually busted one of his nuts. Ouch. But his dick stayed erect. I told you this client enjoyed extreme pain. I used the sounding device on his pee hole, but I used Ben-Gay as the lube. That brought tears to his eyes. But once again he stayed erect. For hours, I slammed his balls in books. I trampled all over his cock and balls in high heels. And I forced large objects down his pee hole. But he paid me handsomely for the CBT.

Torturing his cock and balls made my pussy wet. So, now I think my CBT training wheels are off and I am ready for castration phone sex.

Bloody fucking makes my pussy moist

 

Evil phone sex

There’s one thing I love as much as fucking, blood. I love watching it drip from your skin and the face of fear in your eyes. The smell, the touch, so yummy. My pussy gets so wet torturing my victims, my clit swells up too. Evil phone sex, I’m addicted and it’s the only way I get off now.

Fucking is boring if someone isn’t tied up and getting cut up, even keeping your finger for my collection. I always use my long knife when I’m on top of my men, so sharp they can’t even feel themselves opening up or the blood spewing down their body. I’ll ride your hard cock with my moist, juicy tight pussy.  I’ll grip that shaft of yours using my cunt. While grinding and getting that cockhead hitting my cervix. I’ll slice you by your ribs, nice and juicy blood comes pouring out, hopefully an organ too. You don’t even realize until your balls are rock hard and you’re about to blow deep inside me.

I cover my neck down to my titty’s with your fresh red blood. Rubbing it in while you’re screaming in pain. Every time you scream I start to squirt. This shit turns me on, I’m such an evil whore.