Category: Fantasy phone sex

Hey there Cthulhu, wanna join me for Fantasy Phone Sex?

Fantasy Phone Sex

Found this little book

It had a weird and creepy cover

Read the funny words

Didn’t know it’d give me a lover

However, this one was a weird one

Didn’t think it’d be true

He had some really wiggly arms

Said his name was Cthulhu

Now I’m wrapped up his grip,

gapping all my fuck holes

Pushes those tentacles to my clit

Makes me want to moan

However I know when he comes

It’s gonna be a triller

Cause when he’s done coming

He’ll become a world killer

But don’t fret or worry

Cause I’m won’t be mad.

Cause I can tell all the girlies

Cthulhu was the best I ever had.

Yes. I’d fuck a monster that had more arms than a centipede. Gaping every hole in me, pushing those tentacles in.

Makes me want to cum now just thinking about how all the of that would feel. Great way to start Fantasy Phone sex

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

Kidnapping Phone Sex Murder is the Best Snuff Fantasy

With a taboo hot time like Kidnapping phone sex I get excited. When I get excited my pussy gets wet. and this wet whore pussy is glistening and open with the thoughts of being violated violently I tend to get hard nipples.

Obviously my body will always ruin my denial of wanting the violent fucking men wish to serve me. Well, really I am here to serve their needs. So when I am encountered in a dark corridor walking home from the club, it serves me right.

Some would like to say that I am setting myself up for these situations of torture and violation. Maybe that is true. After all the subconscious mind is more in control than most realize. My wildest wet dreams are always bloody and violent.

Just last night I was grabbed from the street and pulled into a dark alley. These two guys were relentless in their groping at my tits. Hand over my mouth and switchblade to my neck. My body was squeezed, pinched, slapped, punched and even cut.

Finally after their foreplay of beating the fuck out of me they fucked me. One big dick in my ass making me moan like a whore while the other took my cunt. My fucking whore body pissed them off because I came as their rape fantasy was ruined due to me liking it.

Kidnapping Phone Sex

Evil Teen’s Torture: Cock Mutilation Bliss

Hey, you sick fucks, I’m here to talk about some twisted shit, a phone sex fantasy for the fucked-up, you perverted bastards. I’m your goth teen, a dark mistress, here to bring pain, you filthy freaks.

I get off on seeing men’s cocks mutilated, a sick pleasure, a bloody delight, you twisted fucks. Your pain is my fucking joy, a sinister game, and I’ll go to extreme lengths, you pathetic perverts. Like that cheating bastard who felt my wrath, a gasoline enema, a burning reminder, you dumb fools.Step into my dungeon, a realm of torture, where your cock is just the beginning, you worthless freaks. I’ll use my tools, whips and chains, to bring you to the brink, a painful thrill, you masochistic fucks. Your screams are music to my ears, a symphony of agony, as I push your limits, you twisted Bitch.

Think you can handle the extreme? Your cock, a useless piece of meat, will bow to my will, a torturous delight, you filthy bastards. I’ll give you a taste of hell, a bloody pleasure, and laugh as you suffer, you sick fucks.

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……

Knife Play Phone Sex Earned Me the Nickname the Wicked Butcher

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earned me the nickname, The Wicked Butcher. And I like that name. So, it is my handle on the dark net. Men or women who hire me for some nefarious act, only know me as The Wicked Butcher. Mostly men hire me to help them kill. But occasionally, a woman seeking revenge hires me.

Last night, I worked with a scorned wife. Her husband left her for a barely legal receptionist. And not only did he leave her, but he also wants to cut her off financially and take custody of their son too. To say she is pissed off would be a huge understatement. Her reaction to her husband’s actions seemed reasonable. I would be out for blood too.

I wanted to torture the loser. Castrate him and make him a snuff porn star. However, to protect my client, we needed to make this look like a robbery gone wrong. Otherwise, all suspicion would be on my client. The gaslit and scorned wife would be the only suspect in her husband’s murder. The police would not look for other suspects.  She needed an alibi and a crime that looked random, not personal.

Some Kills Seem More Satisfying Than Others

Let me tell you how hard it is for me to do a quick kill. I savor the torture and my victim’s pain. But the money she paid me to kill her husband trumped my desire to prolong his misery. While she went to the movies with her son, I followed her husband and stabbed him. As a sadistic bitch, I know just where to cut so my victim bleeds out.

It took all my willpower to not gut him like a pig. But if I gutted him like a pig, spilling his entrails, the kill would look personal to the cops. So, he got one stab in his femoral artery and another in his gut. And I waited for him to die. While he bled out, I whispered in his ear, “Your wife sends her regards.” Once he collapsed dead on the grown, I took his watch and wallet as trophies for my client. Maybe not the most satisfying kill ever, but I did have a bloody phone sex good time.

Blasphemy Phone Sex gives me nightmares… that I cum to.

Blasphemy Phone Sex

I know I’m not like normal girls. Where they have nightmares about their boyfriends breaking up with them. Or showing up somewhere with no pants.

I’m one who relishes in the fantasies of being strapped to 4 horses and being pulled apart. Or drawn and quartered. Maybe even gutted and used as bait for bears.

However, in a recent blasphemy phone sex moment, I was made to ravage myself into a bloody good end. Leaving my body a destroyed mess when he was done. Possibly the best one so far.

Starting with just some more state of the art pussy and titty torture with gator clips. He had me using a knife on my body to make those tiny little cuts to get the blood flowing. Also pulling on the clips to rip skin and flesh away from my body as I would gasp with ecstasy.

And those ice picks. Stabbing them into the nipples and pushing till I hit the rib cage. The thought of that pain and pleasure mixed with the endorphin high had me wanting more. I do come hard for him, moaning and choking as I have to slit my own throat at his behest.

As like always, though, I expire in a moment of bliss for him as he cums on my body. Leaving his own mark for me to remember the next time.

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. 

Torture phone sex slut Stephanie

torture phone sex

Cum on Daddy, your torture phone sex slut wants to play with you! Let’s get evil and nasty like we always do and snuff your wife out so that I can finally have you all to myself. Hold her down for me. I want her to know that this is all your idea. I want her to see how hard your cock gets when I start torturing and abusing her. I’m about to hold my taser to that stupid bitch’s clit and zap her until it sizzles and fries off of her worthless cunt. Next I’m going to smash a liquor bottle and fuck her with the sharp, jagged edges of the broken glass. While I’m slicing her insides up with that broken bottle, I want you telling her how you’re about to fuck me on top of her mutilated corpse once we’re finished torturing her. When she tries to scream out in pain, piss all over her face and laugh at her. I’ll keep slicing big gashes in her and stabbing her organs causing them to burst inside of her. The more she screams and bleeds, the more drenched my whore cunt is getting. You can tell how hot I am from the way I’m finger fucking myself with my hands covered in her blood. It’s almost time for me to take out my blade and slide it across her throat. It glides through flesh like it’s butter and those screams will slowly turn into a wet gurgling sound as she bleeds out. After I cut her head off, stare into her cold, lifeless eye while you’re sinking your rock hard cock deep into my hot pussy. Doesn’t that sound like a hot night with your favorite snuff loving slut?