Category Archive: Fantasy phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex is My Favorite

taboo phone sexI love taboo phone sex subjects like incest, rape fantasies, torture, bondage, water sports, furry friends and of course, snuff. I am not a vanilla girl. I am a subby slut on and off the phone. My master likes to pimp me out for men’s darker desires. I was rented for the night to Samuel who wanted a 24-hour slave. He paid handsomely for me, but of course I saw none of that money. Samuel was ready for my arrival too. His entire basement was a slave’s quarters.  He threw me in a cage in his basement. I was in the dark with no food, water, or blanket.  I had to pee and shit in the cage. I felt like a filthy animal. I wanted to puke. I deserved better than being a dirty caged animal denied basic necessities. When he let me out of the cage, I stood before him, naked, covered in my own waste. He used a cattle prod to shock me, which made me piss myself more. He crammed the prod up my ass until I shit the floor. He tortured me for what felt like an eternity until I collapsed in a pool of my own waste. I woke up back in the cage.  I thought I would be home soon. It was just the beginning. Samuel turned a fire hose turn on me to wash away my stench. He yanked from the cage wet and scared and tossed me in a room. Waiting for me were about 50 men who sodomized me for hours. Ass rape porn stars could not handle what I endured. I was no longer covered in my own shit and piss, but I was covered in cum.  I was never so glad for 24 hours to be over in my life. I am going to need a lot of time to recover.

 


I made her pay

taboo phone sexThis fat ugly whore down the street was a real nosy bitch always poking her nose in where it didn’t belong and the last time she got all nosy, she almost got me arrested.I had just disposed of a corpse in the woods and came home all filthy. She was riding her fat bitch scooter leading her ugly little rat dog on a leash and when she saw how dirty I was and all the dirt on my car she was full of awkward questions. I have never had any kind of patience for that kind of shit so I just told her to fuck off and went in my house. Well that bitch looked in my car and saw blood on the seat so she called the fucking cops! They luckily believed me when I said it was just a period accident but that could have gone very badly for me so I had to get revenge. This bitch doesn’t have any brats of her own because who the fuck would ever want to knock a bitch like that up? Bust she does have a niece that she was very close to. I kidnapped her niece, made sure that my friends and I killed her gruesomely and recorded the whole thing. Then I ground up her body and made it into a casserole and brought it to that nosy whore’s house. I apologized to her for being snippy and asked if we could share a meal to make up for it. Well that fat bitch wasn’t turning down free food that’s for sure! She ate every bite and when she was done I told her what was really in the food and showed her the recording of how it was made. Then I slit her fat fucking throat and sent her to hell where she belonged.


He Craved My Torturous Ways

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He was a creep. The creepy neighbor that lived in an overgrown yard that cloaked the shabby shack of his dwelling place. He kind of stirred my interest as a serial killer type. But one day he was the prey that ventured into my den. He needed to use the phone, and I had no fear of him, he was my neighbor and the better type to be neighborly with. I hate normal boring fucks. So I was intrigued and he has entered my Snuff sex den of no return. I let him in and asked him what his story was. He was shy and only grunted a little about needing to check in with his parole officer. I blocked him from the phone and asked him again. What is your story? You live like a bum and have a dirty demeanor about you. Do you torture live things? He got hard. I laughed at him as I took my boot knife out and ran the blade from his neck down the front of his filthy white t-shirt. So it’s torture sex then. I asked what his parole was for. Are you a p type? Are you a fucking perverted violator of little cunts and assholes? He got nervous and I saw a spot in the front of his trousers. Oh, look at you. Mr. Creeper is going to jizz in his pants. I moved the knife to the spot and poked at it with the point. I like torturing imbeciles and you are the perfect kind. No one will miss you! As I slit his trousers open and drew blood from his erect cock. I slid the knife down below his balls and told him I was going to fuck the sin out of him with my sadistic phone sex. I mounted his filthy warm corpse and rode that dick. I thrive off of blood and semen in my vagina and I was getting just what I needed as  started stabbing him in the heart.

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Twenty Bucks A Fuck

Taboo phone sexThis would not be the first time I woke up and found my self naked, covered in cum and have no clue how I got there.

But here I am again, tied to a bed with a strangers fucking my cunt as if I am starring in a gangbang rape porn movie.

My eyes are crusty and half closed covered in dried cum and the sheets below me, have the stench of piss clinging to them.

There is a man at the door counting cash that is being handed to him by a line of men with their cocks in their hands.

He is chanting out rates like he is auctioning off a pig at the county fair…

“Step right up gentlemen and have your cash ready!

Twenty bucks a fuck and for an extra ten you can take home a souvenir snapshot…”

The overly large sweaty man of the minute continues to pound my cunt, grunting and dripping sweat on my tits!

My cunt is torn and raw and stings from salty cum that has piled up under my ass!

The man pulls out and slaps my tits hard, yelling at me to open my mouth before forcing his smelly cock down my throat!

I hear the click of a camera and he pulls out and shoots his chunky cum all over my face adding to the crusty layers that have accumulated for what must be days!

I just hope if I last, I get a cut of the money, but until then…

“Next! Step right up gentleman…It’s twenty bucks a fuck….”


Torture Sex Halloween Fun

torture sexTorture sex is my hobby. I love inflicting pain. I want to hurt my victims. Not because I want revenge. Honestly, I am never invested enough in anyone enough to go through the hassle of revenge. I just do it for the fun. The truth is that your screams or the screams of a young girl or boy, gets my motor running. I went to a haunted house over the weekend. It was an outdoor event, in the middle of nowhere.  I have gone to this haunted attraction before and have enjoyed it for its remoteness and darkness. I got behind some teen sluts in line. I wanted to stab one of them to death. Not sure which one, but one if not all of them were going to die. I like to rid the world of vacuous teen sluts. They grow up to be gold diggers and cock teases. Waste of space. I was solo this weekend. When I am alone hunting for teen meat, I am not too selective. It becomes more about access and getting away easily. When I am hunting with someone like you, can stalk our prey and find the one that gets your cock the hardest. I am a great accomplice. I can lure any young thing away and explore your rape phone sex fantasies. Once we were in this haunted corn maze / barn, it was pitch black. Only the stars guided us. People were jumping out and giving their best lame scares. In the darkness, social distancing standards were not being followed. Even better. It is like these girls were walking right into my hands. They started screaming at some man dressed in a creepy outfit. I was all in black, hard to see me. I stabbed a few times in the back hitting flesh. As their dying screams blended in with haunted screams, I left the haunted attraction undetected. I read about the massacre the next morning and my pussy got wet.  


Torture Phone Sex With Faith

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Are you up for some torture phone sex, lover? Of course, I am… I’m always ready to be degraded and dominated. I can’t decide which kind of torture I love more – psychological or physical. I guess I am a bit of a masochist because I love both so much. You can do a number on me with psychological torture. Just tell me what a loser I am and how no man in his right mind would ever want anything to do with me. Or tell me how, if you were my man, you would be cheating on me left and right because I just wouldn’t be good enough to please you. Make my mind wonder all the time, even when you aren’t around.

And if I know anything, it’s that there are lots of men out there who love torturing a woman like me physically. How are you going to do it? I can’t wait to hear about how you’ll decide to inflict pain upon me. I hope that our torture session is really long and drawn out. I deserve it and I know you’ll tell me all of the reasons why when you call me. I’ll be waiting for you.


Born and Raised a Snuff Sex Slave

snuff sexI was born for snuff sex. Been a slave since I came into this world. It all began with daddy. Doesn’t it always? I am grown up now, but he is still my daddy and he still takes what he wants. He got himself into some trouble with this drug dealer. I am barely legal, so I can play the part of a schoolgirl when daddy needs me too. This was one of the situations where daddy needed me in a plaid skirt and a white blouse. Pig tails too. Daddy worked out a deal. He traded my tiny fuck holes to settle his debt. Not the first time I have been used as bait to get daddy out of trouble. I am sure it will not be the last time either. I lied about my age to the guy. His dick was big and hard for my jailbait ass. Daddy watched as his dealer fucked my ass like I was his personal ass rape porn star. I was crying. I was screaming. My ass was bleeding. I was struggling to get away. Daddy used his leather belt to bind my hands behind my back. Damn, I was in trouble. He sodomized my tiny butthole for hours. When he was done, he push me on the floor and spit in my face. And that was just what daddy did. His dealer pissed on me. They laughed and shock hands while I curled up in a ball crying on the floor.


Evil phone sex Mistress Exploiting your nightmares.

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Evil phone sex can be so satifying. Especially if you are scared of a household appliance. A trivial thing that can turn into your worst nightmare! An ordinary Vacuum cleaner can be your enemy under my hands. The best thing when you’re dealing with an evil Mistress is to get your fears on the table. Poor little Patrick never should have asked me if I thought vacuum cleaners were evil. I knew I had him and demanded he call me. I had a little question for him. I wondered if all other sucking devices could cause him the same kind of fright. He admitted he had a breast pump his last Mistress had made him use. Now that that was attached we would keep turning it higher so it could get him cum out. snuff movies

Patrick turned into a scared little boy. He didn’t want to say any bad words, and I heard the trembling in his voice as we described evil vacuum cleaners sucking up girls and boys. It was quite dreadful to him. I wanted to make Patrick and his little sister the star of snuff movies. The type where giant vacuums sucked them up and crunched their little bones. I heard him scream and I knew that breast pump had gotten his first load. Now I demanded high power so that pump could suck him like that huge vacuum cleaner was going to suck him up. The most trembling orgasms come from deep seated fear and I wish to exploit them all!snuff phone sex


Neighbor’s big cock

taboo phone sexMy what a big cock you have! On my way home from school today the creepy old man next door stopped me and asked if I could help him with something. I followed him into his dark house and as he closed the door he tore his pants off. Before I could scream or run he had me overpowered and thrown onto the floor. He ripped my panties off and shoved his cock half way into my little cunt with one hard stroke. I wasn’t very wet so it hurt a ton. By moving just slightly he was able to get the rest of his cock in and started fucking me hard with it. He had his hand pressed hard over my mouth so that the neighbors wouldn’t hear my screams. He ripped open my school uniform and started squeezing my tits. My pussy naturally started to get very wet and made it more enjoyable for both of us. Soon my screams turned into moans and he removed his hand. I was soon fucking him back as hard as he was slamming into me and I knew that tomorrow my pussy would be sore and bruised but I didn’t care. He slid into me with a final stroke and spilled his cum right into my fertile womb. I wasn’t on any birth control but didn’t tell him that. That afternoon we fucked until we couldn’t move anymore. I was pretty sure that he had impregnated me and was excited to see the changes in my body after. As I was cleaning up to head home I told him that I would be back tomorrow to “help” him again. I can’t wait to have his huge cock making me his bitch again.


Rape Phone Sex Fantasies are Much Different in Reality

rape phone sex fantasiesHaving rape phone sex fantasies is one thing. Being force fucked in the back of a dive bar like you are Jodie Foster in The Accused is something different.  Most women have rape fantasies. It plays out much differently in the real world than it does in your mind. When I think of being taken, it is always a tall handsome stranger with a lot of money who cannot resist me. He is so turned on by me, he must take me. I only protest initially before succumbing to my desires. It is sensual, not violent. What happened last night was nothing like I imagined. There was a handsome stranger, but he had 6 not so handsome friends. They were not attracted to me. They thought I was a dirty whore good for only one thing, so they showed me just what I was worth. Nothing. In the back of a seedy local bar, these brute men stripped me naked and tied me up. They skull fucked me so hard I gagged and puked up my liquor. They slapped my ass and face. They punched my tits. They rammed beer bottles and fingers up my ass like they watch too much ass rape porn. I was crying. Sobbing and pleading for mercy. This was nothing like my wet dreams. It was violent and rough. It was degrading and it was painful. My ass prolapsed. It bled too. My throat started to bleed because they skull fucked me so hard, they tore my esophagus. Even when they came, they continued to assault my holes. They used whatever they could find. Beer bottles, a pool stick, darts, keys… Everything in that bar became an assault rife in my ass. As I laid curled up in a ball crying on the floor, they pissed on me and told the bar owner to take out the trash.


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