Category: Evil phone sex

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies

home invasion phone sex

Home invasion phone sex is something that both thrills and terrifies me. You see, in real life, I’m actually really quite afraid of someone invading my home, wrecking my things, stealing my stuff, and possibly harming me. But in my own little fantasy world, such a thing seems to be kind of hot, in a way?

I love the idea of several men sneaking into my house and finding me asleep in bed, totally naked. Before I can even react, they’ve pulled the covers off of me and started taking out their cocks. I’m not able to do anything because they’re stronger than me, and maybe they even tie me to the bed so I won’t present a problem for them at all.

I think it would be so hot to be gangbanged by a group of older guys with big, hard cocks. I want them to invade my holes like they invaded my home and fill me to the brim with their cum. I would love to be left gaping from their dicks when they’re finished with me.

Then, they leave without touching anything else and leave me all tied up for the next person who comes to my house to find. And who knows what might happen then?

Sex with Dead Bodies that I created

 

Sex with Dead Bodies

Just got back from the graveyard. My ex was left there though. Gonna miss his dick…

Well, he had to be there. He’s dead. Buried him there with another dude, as the hole was already dug.

But that’s not what you wanna hear. You wanna know why. Why is he there? And what happened?

So we had a kink of going to graveyards and fucking. Kind of a role play that involved sex with dead bodies. Except this time, it was for real. As I wanted to penetrate him with my own blade this time.

Started out like any normal time. He was laying on top of a grave site, pretending to be “dead”. With the most massive of hard ons ever as well. Practically pitching a tent with his cock.

I “find” this as I’m walking through the graveyard to “visit my long lost love”. Only to find this perfect specimen that I really want to have inside of me. To which I do oblige. And proceed to fuck him while he lay there, motionless.

Up until I drove the knife into his chest. That’s about the time I got some fight out of him. Also the look of disbelief that I would actually fucking kill him.

Of course I would. Does he not know me?

After a few more stabs of my knife, he lay motionless again. But still hard as fuck. So I took the opportunity to really get my itch scratched. And rode him like a Shetland Pony into rigor.

I did fuck him a few more times before rolling his carcass into an open grave. Should be happy he was at least getting a burial in a graveyard anways…

Cora’s No Limit Taboos

Taboo phone sex

Ah, my freaky fetishists, prepare for a journey like no other, because I thrive on the taboo and the forbidden. My throbbing cunt craves the unconventional, the outrageous, and the downright scandalous.

I welcome you to a realm where boundaries don’t exist and limits are for the weak. I’m your consummate taboo temptress, because this chick’s holes are your playground.Fuck me raw, bite me, spank me, call me every filthy name in the book — I thrive on it all. The kinkier, the better, because my cunt is wicked and has no bounds. Strap on your toys, or bring your friends, because this freak show is about to embark on a wild ride.

Imagine us poised at the edge of sanity, pushing the boundaries of pleasure. Your cock slips into my epitome black hole, and the horror begins. The harder you pound, the louder I moan, begging for more.But it doesn’t stop at mere penetration. Oh no, my masochistic tendencies yearn for strife. Whip me, choke me, treat me like the dirty whore I am, and watch my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Cum on my face and call me daddy while we engage in some role-playing madness.

The moon might as well be our destination, because this taboo trip knows no limits.

 

 

Rena Is a Dirty Accomplice Phone Sex Whore

Accomplice Phone Sex is my favorite. I also love a good p-daddy when I have calls. It reminds me of my upbringing and how my family loved to play with me. I was the only girl in a family of mainly men.  My mom was a whore that daddy got pregnant and she kept working and daddy wanted to do his thing too.  A lot of times, I had to take on mommy’s duties since she was out fucking other men to put food on the table.  So daddy taught me from a young age that I was nothing more than holes for his cock and eventually nothing more than holes for other mens cock to use and abuse.

That’s what I’ve been taught and I love putting it to good use.  Every guy I’m with knows we have no consent, they are able to fuck any hole they want, anytime.  I could be asleep, working, out somewhere. They are free to come get me and demand me to be the cum dumpster they need in order to get their balls drained into my tight cunt.  Boy they sure love a small asian girl. Some tell me I look a lot younger which gets their cocks hard. I am attracted to mainly p-dadAccomplice phone sexdy’s because we can find that young pussy together and I am an assett to them because girls trust me. I look young and trustworthy. Parents even ask me to watch their rugrats and I then invite guys over to play with them and groom them together.

I make a great accomplice, bottom line. If you need help in your fantasy getting away with the dirty things in your mind in our fantasies, give Rena a call. No judgment zone here for sure just here to help get my pussy wet and your cock to explode.

Let’s have the hottest Blasphemy sex your cock can handle

Blasphemy sex lures in men that crave power. The release they look for is something I am the best at. The desperate and the damned, seek refuge with me. These dumb little cunts think that I am their savior until the moment they are on the sacrifice alter.Blasphemy sex

The  longer they suffer in pain the more power we can harvest from Hell. Fuck God and Hail everything that is unholy. I love watching your cock grow as I  inflict intense pain on our victims. They will beg for mercy and ask God for help but our dark Lord and Master will be the one to greet them.

The depravity of my trade knows no bounds, and I revel in it. The filthier the act, the more I crave it. I want your cum to soak their dying face as I bask in my adoration for Satan. I am the ultimate embodiment of evil, a vile temptress, and a wicked enchantress. My lair, a den of iniquity, is my kingdom, and I am its unholy queen. And here we can do any sick desire you have!

The darkness is calling, the floor is slick with sweat and blood, and the cries of \ pain echo through the room. My victims, bound and gagged, are at my mercy, and I will not disappoint. I will deliver, as I always do, the ultimate release. The ultimate surrender to Satan. Dive into Evil phone sex and cum for Satan!

 

Blasphemy Phone Sex: Worth Burning In Hell For

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Blasphemy phone sex demolishes everything you consider sacred. If you are going to be on your knees in a pew, then I will be in front of you wearing a nun’s habit with no underwear on. You can eat sister whore’s holy cunt. I mean, licking my juicy fucking snatch is definitely a sacrament honey. Now stroke your cock and pray that you get to fuck this junkie whore until the virgin Mary’s blessed pussy tears stream out of me. There won’t be any immaculate conception or reception if you don’t put your dick inside this pussy that’s seen more dicks than Catholic boys fucked up the ass. The whore holy cunt needs a thick long dick, preferably from a devil worshiping cannibal like you to fuck it really good. Don’t tell me you need me to crucify you on the cross to cum? I’ll gladly hammer a few spikes in your palms and feet, then fuck you hard and fast, until I squirt the blood of christ all over your damn dick. If I do get knocked up, we can see if the bishop will baptize our bastard baby in a snake pit. Now, fuck me all night with your spear of destiny ,since I’m no fucking angel.

Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

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Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Kidnapping Phone Sex Is Wicked Fun

kidnapping phone sex

Kidnapping phone sex always gets me hot. What could be better than having some motherfucker wrapped up in a burlap sack, mouth duct taped and bound? I don’t even bother to take the tape off their hands and ankles because The Pimp of Pain likes it that way. If I’m what he considers too lenient or nice, it’s my ass, if you know what I mean. So, I remove the sack and let them squirm like fish on a hook. That’s when he comes in with his big fucking thirteen inch dick ready to fuck the shit out of them. I get the cattle prod because that’s what I’m there for. A zap on the fuckin’ cunt or balls always get them screaming. Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra nasty, I put it in a pussy or asshole and fuck them first while pop jerks off over their faces. He really loves to start pissing all over a wiggling body and tell them that nobody’s coming for them. All the pathetic losers can do then is cry. I enjoy the shit out of fileting an ass and ramming the prod deep up into their guts and smelling the burning flesh. Damn, maybe next time pop will let me use the spiked strap-on ’cause this has me all wet.

Fantasy Phone Sex With A Hot Dom

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Fantasy phone sex is great because it means I get to play out fantasies I might never get to do in real life. Sometimes, it’s a fantasy where my Dom is a giant, 30 feet tall, who wants to use me as a real-life masturbation toy. Other times, it can be rape fantasties. Still others, it’s snuff fantasies.

Right now, what I’m in the mood for is a good snuff fantasy with a hot Dom. I want it to be slow and intimate and full of betrayal. I want him to make me think that he would never truly hurt me…and then he does. The story slowly unfolds in such a way that he first sexually tortures me, as usual, and then it starts to go down an even darker path, full of strangulation, exsanguination, and possible descration of my limp, lifeless body.

That’s the best thing about fantasy, in my opinion. Even if you’d never do it in real life, you can always explore the deeper, darker sides of your psyche with fantasy. I have lots of deep, dark sides, and they all scream out for your hands around my throat, slowly choking the life from me as the light in my eyes dies.