Category: Fantasy phone sex

Are You Into Sex With Dead Bodies?

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You probably already know that I love being edgy and extreme. But did you know that I also fantasize about having sex with dead bodies? Like, what if I get mad at a guy for being stupid and “accidentally” kill him? Sure, I was mad at him in the moment that I snuffed him out, but then I realize while I’m watching the blood drain from his body that I’ll never get that incredible cock from him again. What’s a girl to do but wait for rigor mortis to set in and make his cock hard and get right up on him and ride it? I know that would make me cum really fucking hard. I mean, it makes me have multiple orgasms every time I start thinking about it while I’m masturbating. If that doesn’t do it for you, I get just as excited thinking about you strangling the life out of me and then fucking me for a few days before my perfect skin turns into rotting flesh. Wanna call me and find out which one of those things turn you on the most? I’ll be here waiting for you, but don’t keep me waiting. I’m not always patient enough to wait for you! Or better yet, I just might be dead.

Taboo Phone Sex Trafficking

taboo phone sexI thought once I earned my freedom, there would be no more Taboo phone sex with my former master. I worked hard to buy my freedom. But he pulled me back in. My former Master is a sex trafficker. Some little girls he keeps for himself. Some age out for him and become his accomplices. That was me. We were together a long time. He granted me freedom at a price. He did it because I did a lot for him over the years. I did things most women would never do for a man. He had a trainer. She was a woman like me. Just a young girl he bought on the black market and when she aged out he had her train the newer girls. That girl left him high and dry when he was expecting a shipment of young whores. He needed me. He paid me 100,00 grand for a few days of work. It felt good to be in a position where he needed me. I cleaned the girls up who arrived this week. They were a hot mess after traveling. They were drugged and in shipping containers for days. They needed showers. They needed dressed. They needed someone to tell them how to act, because I know my former master and his associates. They will kill a disobedient cunt and replace her in a heartbeat. Master’s shipment of young girls  included girls from all over the world. Some did not speak English. I did my best. I had them clean and dolled up and ready for Master and his pals to test drive before putting them on the auction block. I also had to do hymen checks to determine which ones were still virgins. He does not fuck the virgins. He saves them because cherries can be sold at a premium price. For my last-minute help with his special shipment, I made a nice profit and got to assist with some teen rape porn. Feels good to be on the other side. Today, he called me with a job offer. I am now his new trainer of trafficked girls.

Blasphemy Whore

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I wore the special skirt that you love so much like a good whore on Sunday morning! It may look innocent to everyone else but I know you’re watching my squirm and move my tight little body in my seat while I discreetly touch myself for you, putting on a hot and horny show! Once the session is over you drag me back behind all the pews and rip that same sweet skirt off and force your big cock into me! I try to keep quiet so the pastor doesn’t hear all the nasty things your doing to my unholy slutty body but you have to wrap your hands around my throat and shove my panties down my throat to shut me up! I think he heard us, he’s coming to join! I have another hard big dick forced into my throat and I’m taking loads and loads of their seeds! It feels so goof to be doing it here, can you see how wet it makes my tight pink cunt? Give me all of your sweet juices!

Skilled in Snuff Sex

snuff sexWhen I was just a little girl, I was different. My parents knew it. School teachers new it. Everyone knew it. While other girls my age wanted to be Disney princesses, I wanted to be knife wielding psychopath. Girls my age idolized nurses and mothers and teachers. They had the hots for the Jonas Brothers and One Direction members. I idolized Ted Bundy, the Green River Killer, Charles Manson and Ed Gein. Many people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. I had no friends. My imaginary friends were Norman, Michael, Chucky and Freddy. They taught me killing was how to rid the world of bad parents, narcissists vacuous Barbies, bastards and whores.

I am a snuff sex bitch. I was not always as skilled as I am now, however. I honed my sadistic skills over the years thanks to research and inspiration from the world’s notorious serial killers. When I first started killing, I was unorganized, impulsive, and messy.  Now, I am meticulous. I study my prey. I learn their habits and routine. I have a plan. I know how to dispose of the body. I know how to not leave any DNA evidence. I know who to kill and where. I do not shit where I eat. I do not kill out of impulse or anger. I kill for sport, pleasure, and financial gain.

I am the perfect accomplice phone sex partner for all your murderous fantasies. I prefer knife play with my victims, but variety is how I never being caught. I have a large arsenal of killing tools: knives, guns, acid, baseball bats, crow bars hammers, rope, blowtorch, chainsaw, poisons and my bare hands. I can be a great partner in crime. I take all the risk, clean up the mess and you just get to go alone for the wild ride.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexI am full of kidnapping phone sex fantasies. My callers are too. Being kidnapped for nefarious purposes gets my cunt wet. Most women have erotic rape fantasies. Not me. No handsome stranger in my fantasy world. What I think about is being kidnapped and used by a bunch of strangers. Tied up in an uncomfortable position and sodomized for hours by drunk men. I am not one for romantic fantasies. I like the more brutal kind of fantasies. Last night my caller had an elaborate fantasy. I am still masturbating thinking about it. I was a good soccer mom. I did no drugs. I was not a P mom either. I was out jogging one morning when a guy came out of nowhere. He pushed me in the back of an old Chevy van and put a needle in my arm. I woke up in a dingy room tied up with gross men fucking my ass. I was in some macabre gangbang rape porn. Strung out. I was foggy. I had no clue where I was or what was happening to me. As soon as I started to scream, another needle went in me. And I was in la la land again. I could feel cocks ramming into my ass. It probably hurt, but I was out of it. When I started to come out of it, I could feel the pain. The pain of being bound and gagged in an uncomfortable position. The pain of a prolapsed asshole. The shame of having been used as a dirty cum dumpster. Now I was a dirty whore, strung out and in pain. My caller had disgraced a soccer mom. It was a hot fantasy phone call.  It made me almost wish I were a good soccer mom. It would be a longer fall from grace.

Daddy Made Me His Perfect Slut

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This day is very special for me because I am a daddy’s girl. He introduced me to all the nasty things I like and enjoy now. The first time he fucked me he tied me up slapped me around even smacked me with his cock. He ripped my pussy hole open with his massive cock pounding me hard showing me I would enjoy the pain and love daddy gave me. He also fingered my asshole as he pounded me telling me I belonged to him and all my holes were for his use. Daddy fucked me until I started liking it playing with my clit as his body held me down. He then shoved his cock in my ass to show me how he would use every hole. He continued to play with my clit as he fucked my ass, something happened in me and I started shaking from my first orgasm my tiny pussy pulsed and dripped from my juices. He enjoyed knowing he forced me to cum and now I was hooked that he filled my ass up with gooey baby milk. I learned many things from daddy and every year we celebrate together any way he wants.  

Taboo Phone Sex Anal Whore

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is something I enjoy. I am a taboo whore. A sexy switch with a dark side. I do not enjoy vanilla fantasies. It is funny. When I was a young girl being abused daily by daddy and his friends, I wanted out desperately. I wanted a Cinderella story with a Prince Charming and a castle to live in. Now, I want the Prince of Darkness and a Gothic castle that is likely haunted. I think as I get older, I crave what I had as a young girl but on my terms. You can let the past define you and control you for life. Or you can embrace the past, reinvent yourself and live life on your terms. I like to be a taboo princess, doing all the dark things wives refuse to do for their men, like be ass rape porn stars. I am an anal whore. When I was a young girl, my ass was the preferred hole for daddy and his friends because if I got pregnant there would be proof of a crime. My ass was prolapsed weekly by daddy and his friends. I hated anal sex for years, until I woke up one day and said I am not a helpless ass victim. I started doing anal torture shoots and gigs. Now, I make a lot of money being an anal sex whore. The more violent and extreme the anal sex, the more money I make. I agreed to be fish hooked in the ass. I am not talking about a hook to catch a minnow. I am talking about a big metal hook you see in slasher films. I was strung up in the air with only a hook in my ass. As I swung back and forth, men pissed and came on me. My asshole ripped and bled but I kept on smiling because I love anal torture sex.

Let’s Cut Her Into Pieces

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It is the weekend, and my pussy is throbbing for some fun. Probably not the fun that the typical slut wants. I want pain and blood and forcefulness. I want to hear crying and screaming and feel a sharp blade dig into flesh. I bet you have dark fantasies like that sometimes too. The kind we know we may never be able to actually do but they still make my pussy drip and your cock throb thinking about them. So together let’s go into the city and hit the dirtiest skankiest bar we can find. The ones that are full of prostitutes and drug addicts. Let’s pick one and have some fun. With the offer of some cash or some rock we will get her into the car. Then we will drive to daddy’s cabin. So deep in the woods that internet and cell service is nonexistent. Let’s bring her in and with the promises we made tie her up to the bed posts. Blindfold her and get out daddy’s fun kit. I want the knife and you choose what you would like. Perhaps a big thick dildo up her ass would look nice. Or maybe a baseball bat up her cunt. Tearing through her body as we ram it in harder. As she bleeds and scream, we cut her apart piece by piece. All this is making my pussy even wetter. Maybe I should lay on top of her bloody battered body, and you can fuck me while we take her last breath from her.

Are You Hungry For Cannibalism Phone Sex?

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Hi guys, it’s your sick and twisted beauty queen, Faith. If you don’t hear from me after this blog it’s because I’ve gone too far chasing my extreme orgasms. I started talking to this man that is into consuming human bodies. Yeah, I found myself a sexy cannibal. It’s not something that is supposed to turn a girl on, but I am no ordinary girl. When he started talking about eating me I thought he meant my pussy. No, this man was talking about roasting my flesh. When he showed me how big his dick was, and how hard he was for the cannibal fetish I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve had cannibalism phone sex, and roleplayed things like it, but never have I fucked a man as into it as he is. To get his nut off he has to think about eating a human body. He said he is going to take me from my car and drug me so that he can remove and cook pieces of me a little bit at a time. So, if I’m not on here you’ll know that I’m being devoured by a sexy man that gets off on his fetish for flesh-eating.

Bondage Phone Sex and Anal Torture

bondgae phone sexI have no official training in bondage phone sex. I just know men love to restrain me in uncomfortable positions and do bad things to me. Even my stepson enjoys restraining me. When he comes over with ropes, chains, spreader bars, and a ball gag, I worry. I know he is in a mood. And that mood never goes well for me. Last time he came over with that kind of BDSM equipment, he live streamed our encounter. He beat the crap out of me. This time was no different. He needed money and I am his easiest means for making fast money. I do not understand the world of cryptocurrency, but he makes good money live streaming our encounters. Plenty of men in the world with mommy issues. Viewers pay in Bitcoins to watch the stream and they tip extra to watch him do certain things to me. Just when I think things cannot get worse, they do. This last stream a man paid 100 Bitcoins to watch me double fisted raw. I have no clue how much money that is. I suspect if it turned out to be pennies, he still would have done it. He put me in his office chair with my legs over the armrests. I had a ball gag in my mouth and my ankles were bound with my arms pinned behind the chair. He widened my asshole with a speculum first for his audience. They were eating it up because I could hear the dings of Bitcoin tips. He cranked it as wide as it would go. He ripped it out then while my ass was gaped, clasped his hands together making one fist and thrust inside me. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star would have screamed, bled and shit herself. I was in so much pain, but my muffled screams just turned him and his audience on more. It was torture. Anal torture. And it lasted hours. I do not think I will ever shit right again.