Category: Fantasy phone sex

Domination Phone Sex is What a Druggy MILF Whore Needs

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what this milf needs and craves. I need someone to control me. I do better with supervision. Left to my own devices, I get into trouble. I got into trouble last night. No one was around. My sons were at a sleep over. My husband was out of town for work. I went to this flop house to score. On a Saturday night, it is usually full of strung out men and women desperate for a fix. I am not a pill head or a smack girl. I am just an old-fashioned coke head like my mother. I stood out in the place. Most of the women there were hooked on Oxy or Fentanyl. No one there was looking for coke. But the men who had the coke did not want to just give me any. They did, however want to trade for some coke. These men were sketchy looking and dirty. Like homeless bums who had not showered in an eternity. Sometimes I act like a princess, but I am just a druggy whore who does anything for a free fix. Once the two dirty dudes with coke fucked me, the other men wanted their turns. Turned quickly into a gangbang rape porn. Before I even realized what was going on, someone put a needle in my arm. I was fucked up instantly. I do not even think I could feel the dirty dicks going into my holes. They fucked my pussy and my ass. Filled me with cum and piss. I think at least it was cum and piss, who knows. I was high as a kite. It was like an out of the body experience. On the smack I was coming in and out of consciousness. I can see why people get hooked on that shit. But I like to remember the nasty shit I do. I am a dirty druggy whore. I want my coke and I want to feel the pain. That is what any taboo phone sex slut needs.

Torture Phone Sex Whore Geneva

Torture phone sex whore Geneva is back and ready for some more destruction. My holes are meant to be violated. I’m a better fuck as a dead fuck. My fake tits are the treasured slice of a perverts primal need to cut a woman’s tits off. Mine have been sliced, stabbed, blown up, burned, and further mutilated. I just end up back at my plastic surgeons.

It’s obvious I need to get my tits renewed. I’m a total plastic whore. Ruin me and I will just get repaired and continue on to be the dead spread. The fuck whore for the greatest necro fuck ever.

In fact the very aspect of how much you crave me is diabolical. Your endless desires are hot. These rape fantasies of mutilating me has you worked up. The most brutal fucking. You’re worked into a evil fueled frenzy. Rip off my clothes, shove my face in the dirt.  Take me and ram my holes with that fantasy rape need of yours. Ruin me I’m worthless.

Torture phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies and Snuff porn for the night

Rape phone sex fantasies gets my pussy going. I’ll put some Snuff porn on while I do Snuff phone sex. I love hearing all the nasty stories while i finger fuck my cunt.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Last night i was told about the little fuck doll in a box. He told me about how he found her. Her mama was a crack whore always feening for drugs in his complex. She was getting kicked out and he saw his chance. He spoke to her crack whore who was desperate for money and like a strung-out slut desperate for money, she took it quick. She left and never came back. In his place he told the little young bought whore how she is his property now. He then fulfilled his rape fantasy and took her virginity like ruthless monster. He slapped her face, ripped her clothes off and forced her legs open. As he forced his cock inside her tight bald pussy hole, he covered her mouth tight so no one would hear her screams. He didn’t care or notice she wasn’t able to breathe. He fucked her hard and fast using her little body to jack his cock off. He had been dreaming about the day he could own his little fuck doll; it made him cum so hard. When he finished, he saw she was no longer moving. He then gave her the Heimlich maneuver until she started breathing. He then cleaned her up and put her in his very own handmade box the size of a dog crate. As he told me his Rape phone sex fantasy story and i watched my snuff porn i played with my cunt that i came so hard.  

Necrophilia Phone Sex Confessions

Necrophilia phone sex

I love it when a caller has such a vast and intriguing interest in my work. It’s very telling even before the confessions begin that there is a body starting to decay. One that one wants to preserve for use as long as possible. These necrophilia phone sex confessions never cease to amaze me. I’m well prepared to answer the questions to the best of my ability but you must understand I have a whole morgue of resources. So you will have to be prepared to be creative, resourceful, and pay good attention to time. The trick to making your once-alive sex doll last for long-term use is being fully aware of the decay process. Make sure you are actively giving your preservation treatments to your decaying corpse in timely intervals. Keeping it for a week is easy but it’s when you want to make your body last for let’s say a month, is when it takes careful execution. You can only imagine it does get harder the more time goes on. If you don’t mind the cold you can certainly keep a fuck doll frozen but the more thawing and refreezing you do the worst the wear so do keep that in mind. Do keep me in mind when you need some tips and tricks for keeping your necrophilic friend well preserved.

The Best Blasphemer

Blasphemy phone sex

 

Do you know why I love blasphemy phone sex so fucking much?  It isn’t just because I get to recount all of the times I defiled a church with my mere presence or corrupted a clergy and made them fuck me in the sanctuary with someone who is just as willing to sin and as morally tainted as I am, though I do love those sacrilegiously sordid trips down memory lane.  Sometimes they can make my callers a little squeamish, though.  No, I love to take blasphemy calls because I get to talk with folks who think that, because I live a dark and dangerous lifestyle, I don’t have a close and personal relationship with the lord.

It’s really funny when I get asked if I fear God’s wrath and worry about burning in hell for all of eternity.  That ill-thought out question always makes me laugh.  Nevermind the fact that there are hypocrites in every house of worship who live a life of rape or incest or murder while hiding it all under a pious mask of false purity while I uncompromisingly show the world who I am, only hiding enough to stay out of trouble and avoid the laws of man.  Pretty sure that, in God’s eyes, I’m better than all of those people any of my fanatically religious callers associate with.  

Here’s what they don’t understand…  If God created everything with some sort of master plan in mind and doesn’t make any mistakes, then there’s a reason for all of us to be here.  Most of those assholes hate gay people and think they need to die or dislike people who follow other religions and will call for their heads on a pike before actually taking the time to understand them.

Here’s a tip for any of you geniuses who might be reading this now; everyone who prays to a single god is praying to the same god no matter what name they call it.  Don’t take things so literally, especially if they were written hundreds to thousands of years ago.  How much do you think people knew about the world back then?  I’m sure they didn’t realize that homosexuality exists in multiple animal species, not just humans.  Personally, I think it’s just nature’s much needed population control, alongside natural disasters and murder.  That last part is where people like myself fit into the mix.

Go ahead and test me if you want.  The last unchristlike christian bitch who questioned me got a little more than an earful, she got stripped, whipped, fucked and crucified then left to bleed out in the middle of a little baptist church.  I even made her a crown of thorns so she could feel what it’s like to be a true martyr instead of just a self important fuck pig with false faith and a personality to match.  

 

Please Save Me Tonight!

Torture SexAfter daddy’s last torture session, I’ve been locked up in my room trying to find a way to escape his twisted obsession with me. The way daddy rented out my body to all those perverts makes me sick, I can still feel them inside me. I’ve always known daddy hated me but now I know just how much… No man who loved his daughter in any way would let a gang of sick men with hard cocks fuck her within an inch of her life. My gaping asshole, my swollen bruised pussy, the bruises around my throat, the marks all over my broken body… they are all signs of daddy’s growing hate for me and I’m terrified. I know that one day these little torture sessions will end with me either in the hospital or worse… maybe he will just use me until I’m dead then throw me away…I’m so scared, I have to find a way out.

Taboo phone sex Sadistic whore

Bloody phone sex

My landlord had the fucking nerve to hit on me! I couldn’t believe he was a married man and had the fucking nerve to treat me like I was just some piece of meat. He stopped by to change the locks on the doors and I had just gotten out of the shower… I was in my bathrobe when I let him inside. I had just finished fixing myself a glass of tea when I dropped a sugar cube on the floor… I bent over to pick it up and that’s when I felt a hard slap to my ass… followed by a damn girl you’ve got a nice ass! My blood rushed through my body and my anger had gotten the best of me.. I grabbed a butcher knife and pinned him up against the wall…

You want a fucking piece of me?

I dragged the sharpened knife down his chest and popped his buttons off one by one. I whipped his cock out and traced his whimsy dick with the edge of the knife. Through it all somehow the sick motherfucker managed to have a hard cock. I wrapped my mouth around his shaft and bit his entire head off. Next time you think about smacking a woman’s ass you’ll think twice, you fucking loser! He screamed in excruciating pain and ran out the door palming his bloody dick!

Fucking pathetic pig! Next time I’ll murder you.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Fueled My Girl Fight

strangulation phone sexMany men have strangulation phone sex fantasies. Some, even like to watch two women fight it out. I entered an underground girl fight over the weekend. I have never done that before, but the winner won two grand and that would get me a whole lot of cocaine. I am scrappy. I am in good shape for being almost 40. I thought I had a good chance of winning this girl fight.  My youngest son is on the wrestling team. I have seen his moves. Hell, I have even helped him practice them before. I saw the girl I had to fight. She was a college coed at best. A hot girl. She looked pretty scrappy too. I just hoped this was a girl fight and not a snuff porn. When it was our time in the ring, I lunged after her quickly. I pinned her down with my thighs. With one hand, I squeezed her throat and with the other hand I grabbed her pussy. My goal was to inflict some pain and strangle her at least until she passed out and I could win. She was a fighter. She got out of my scissor hold and strangled me. I played possum though. I can suck cock for two minutes under water. I can suck cock while some man is pinching my nose too. I had no worries that I could make her give up and think I was out cold. It worked too. She let up her grip thinking I was out cold. In that moment, I surprised her. I got my edge back and pinned her to the floor with my knees to her chest and both hands around her throat. She passed out. She was not playing possum like me.  I won. Yeah, for me. I thought for sure they for a moment I was about to be a snuff sex star.

 

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I needed the money. I have been trying to get more accomplice gigs, but the rent was due, and I was behind already. I needed a couple grand, and I needed it quickly. The snuff industry pays well. Well, maybe not well for what you must endure, but it is decent enough pay. And the money is cash under the table. Instant money. The director seemed to think I was perfect for whatever it was he had in mind. He told me it was a horror snuff film. I love horror flicks. I always wanted to be a scream queen, and this was my chance. I let out some blood curdling screams and got the part. I would be the star of his next snuff sex porn. It was violent and gory. Just up my ally too. I assumed it would be all simulated like most snuff flicks, but apparently the reason the money was so good is because it was a realistic snuff film.

It was a Little Red Riding Hood theme. They dressed me up just like her with a basket and everything. What I was not prepared for, however, was a man with daggers for fingernails and sharp teeth to jump me. Most snuff flicks are unscripted for a better sense of reality. I was in the fight for my life. The guy’s wolf costume was so realistic and the teeth and fingernails so real too and oh so sharp. When he attacked me, I bled. He sliced my skin. I got so scared. Was I going to die? I love a hot roleplay phone sex call, but then this was not so much roleplay as it was snuff. I ran for my life when I realized whoever this was in a wolf outfit meant me real harm. And he did. I was bleeding from several gashes in my arms and face. I was so scared; I ran right out of the studio and never got my money. I do not think I would have survived if I had stayed anyway.

Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.