Category: Fantasy phone sex

Snuff Sex Pain Slut

snuff sexSnuff sex pain slut is the only way I feel worthy and alive. It’s been an exciting journey since the accident. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a leg amputated. After watching Crash I can’t help but love the idea of fucking in a car speeding down a highway and getting in a wreck as things got hotter and heavier. I wonder what it would be like to cum as the hard cold steel collides jolting our existence into that zero space. You know, not quite dead but hanging on the thread of being resuscitated. I want to feel that seed pump explosively inside of my as that corner of steel punctures my flesh. The glass battering me as the body of a pedestrian slams against the windshield. I want to know how hard I would cum in that instance of piercing pain and shock. It’s one of the hottest fantasies. I am also thinking how hot it would be to awaken and find out my leg was crushed and they had to amputate it. I want to be awake as they saw through the bone and flesh. I am rubbing my cunt furiously over this.

Christmas Slaughter

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I started with one house, on the edge of the development. Before the week was through, I had snuffed out at least one bimbo whore, young slut, or dirty Daddy in every house within a block radius. People were terrified. I switched to the other side of town, slaughtering a street in a night. I was getting faster, more profound and creative with my maliciously sadistic murders. Every dawn, I was creeping into my crypt and playing with my Murderess pussy until at least noon. I would edge myself, and relive each and every life I snuffed out. It made me dripping wet, knowing I caused the last beat of their heart.

What I needed was a Christmas finale, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t deliver. I recreated the nativity scene on the lawn of the church, all butchered and bloodied, with sweet innocent Jesus played by the Mayor’s little angel himself. Let me tell you how excited everyone got when they found my blasphemous, sick little scene. I sat in a window nearby, cumming again and again as I watched the horrified looks and grief spread through the crowd as they identified their relatives in my mutilation Christmas miracle.

Torture Sex Fuck Doll Geneva

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It’s true, I was given to a sadistic sex predator as a Living Torture sex fuck doll. The gift tag attached stated I was disposable and to have fun. I was purchased and sent to this felon escapee that was hiding out. He was a sexual predator serial killer and loved Barbie types. He has murdered too many for him to even keep track. Picking up girls online dating sites was the start, then he needed something more and started whore hunting. He would stalk drunk college aged chicks from the clubs that were all dolled up for fucking. He claims he just gave them what they craved. The attention and the cock and to be tortured and put to death. These chicks were nothing but trash anyway. The very same was true about me. The fact that I got wet and moaned as he fantasy raped my holes made him even meaner. He didn’t want me to derive pleasure. I cried and begged even just to get more pain. He put cigarette burns on my nipples, my clit and even my ass. I still wanted more. He sliced off my nipples, sliced my clit and ejaculated on my bloodied sliced up parts and I still came. I am lucky he has allowed me to live. He just couldn’t get off with someone like me and put me to the streets.

 

I Looked Like An Angel As I Rode That Preacher’s Cock

accomplice phone sexDaddy always tells me I look like an angel so we decided to crash some midnight masses this Christmas. We headed to the local church and daddy entered me into their nativity play. I was an angel of course. But for this play I was an angel sent from hell, with my only goal to get that preachers dick hard and fuck him and of course, whatever else daddy wanted to do to him. We arrived and I attached my wings over and outfit and went into his office. Once there I removed that silly angel gown and stood before him in only my wings and panties. He tried to resist; he really did. But I am persistent and besides, I aim to always please daddy. As that poor preacher got up and tried to put my costume back on me Daddy appeared through the door. The look of fright the guy had on his face was priceless. I told him that this archangel was here to milk him. He tried to get through the door but daddy held him in place. I went to him and removed his pants, pushed him in the chair and started rubbing his cock. He was nice and hard and then I straddled him and rode him. As he delivered his seed inside me tears ran down his face. He called us sinners and devils. I laughed and bit my lip as daddy took his knife and slit his through. We left him with his pants down and blood flowing.

Ass Rape Porn Star for My Teen Sons

ass rape pornA little ass rape porn for Christmas? Fuck mommy’s ass hard for Christmas morning? That is what happened this morning. I had been up all-night partying and wrapping presents. My horny boys found my coke. They have never done it before. They are only young teen boys. It changed them. I was needing some sleep before their father woke up. They had other plans. My sweet young boys turned into vile perverts who wanted nothing more than to sodomize mommy’s ass. They pinned me down in front of the tree and took turns slamming their cocks into my ass. I tried to scream, but they shoved my panties in my mouth. They were joking about making mommy their bitch. They accused me of being a cock tease as they ravaged my back side. I was face down in the carpet, getting rug burns as my boys forced their cocks into my holes. Man, this was a side I had never seen before. I knew it was the coke. But did the coke turn them into little monsters, or did it just accentuate latent feelings they have had for their mommy whore.  I had a problem on my hands. My sons were owning their mommy, especially her ass. Cocks in my ass raw. No salvia, no lube. Just rough young hard dicks in mommy’s ass for Christmas. I was crying and I was in pain. I was high, but not high enough because I felt my ass bleeding. They were laughing at me. My own sons high as kites and being horrible to their mother on Christmas. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for your own mother? In the moment, I did not think it was hot that my sons were fucking my ass. In hindsight, once the pain subsided, I cannot stop thinking about what they did to me.

Blasphemy Sex For The Lord’s Birthday

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I wasn’t feeling like going to church for Christmas this year. Well, that’s not true; I did feel like going. I wanted to go for the same reason I always go. I take my devilish ass to one of the churches in town and leave some holy water of my own. I’m not talking about cunt juice, though I left that there as well. I let my piss go all over the seat in god’s house on his bastard son’s birthday. Everyone smells it, but no one knows who for sure or what to say. Their looks of confusion and revulsion fueled my evil pussy later when I mocked god with my fellow satanic girlfriend. This year though? I’m not digging getting out around those delusional fucks. What I am down for is blasphemy phone sex. I’m horny for a particular sort of blasphemy fantasy. My cunt craves Christian men to blaspheme with me. You know guys, your god said that Jesus died for your sins; you should get his blood’s worth. He fucking died in agony for this shit and that makes me smile.. Today is the lamb’s birthday; it’s time to get off your heathen ass and fucking celebrate.

Ass Rape Porn Because I Like it Rough

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars stay busy, even the week of Christmas. Something about the holidays makes men want to fuck my ass hard. Fist it even. I met up with Tyler last night. He is a Tinder hookup. Pretty boring guy compared to most men, but I get beaten and abused so much, boring is nice sometimes, even for a pain slut. Tyler showed up high last night. I thought he was too strait laced to party. He had been at a party before giving me a late night booty call. He did coke for the first time. I could tell his demeanor was all different. He was assertive and aggressive. It was like coke changed him from Mr. Hyde, to Dr. Jekyll. I was kind of digging it actually. I mean he pushed me against the wall, ripped off my panties and shoved a bunch of fingers up my pussy. He put his forearm against my throat restricting my air flow. My pussy was as wet as it has ever been with him. He noticed too. “You like it rough, Cassie, he asked?” I just whimpered and nodded my head. He pulled his cock out and pushed me by my shoulders to the floor. Skull fucking me, he called me names and grabbed my tits like you grab a bull by the horns. I was still dripping wet. He could have killed me and had snuff sex after the fact and I would have been just as wet. Instead of killing me, he ordered me on all fours like a dog in heat. That is when he rammed his dick in my asshole unlubricated. I was cumming so hard, harder than I had before. That is because as much as I say I want vanilla sex, I am just a taboo bitch who likes it rough.

Drowning In The Light

Torture Phone Sex

The bubbles slipped slowly from her lips, the panic in her eyes apparent. I’d been at this, on and off for hours. She was a broken, wet whore. I was a soaking wet whore. My cunt was dripping from the torture I was putting this pathetic bitch through. She started to fight a bit, squirming. She couldn’t hold her breath for much longer, and very shortly that was going to become very problematic for her. I was getting so bored, after all. I pricked her inner thigh with my butterfly knife, causing a wild torrent of bubbles to stream from her regretful mouth. It was getting so hard to contain myself. I was quickly becoming too horny to focus on what I was doing to this whore.

I watched how fearfully she stared as the last breath left her. Now, she had to hold her lungs empty for as long as she fucking possibly could. I watched the panic ripple across her face as she silently begged me not to snuff out her meager existence. I let her up at the last possible second, dragging her to the chambers across the hall. Inside was a huge glass cage. I chained her in it, sealed the door, and left. The trickle of water started. She could spend the next twelve hours panicking as the water levels slowly rose. I’d be fucking to the show.

Killer Phone Sex with Santa Claus

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies come true for Christmas with me as your accomplice. I hate Christmas. As far as I am concern, all the little ones are naughty boys and girls. I like to break into the house of little scamps and destroy Christmas. Knock down the tree, destroy the presents and eat the cookies. I do love this time of year, however. Twelve Kills of Christmas. Brats mostly. I have an accomplice I work with who poses as a mall Santa. He is a Bad Santa. He gets info out of the cute little girls because dumb young cunts trust Santa Claus. Bob is more like Satan Claus. He brings me the intel on his favorites. I case their house, stalk them for a few days and use the info they told Santa to lure them to my kill shack. Dumb cunts believe I am one of Santa’s helper’s and that what they asked him for is waiting for them in a cabin in the woods. I took these twins to my kill shack over the weekend. It has been Bob’s fantasy forever to force fuck and kill little blonde twins. I told them the puppy they wanted was waiting in the woods for them in Santa’s workshop. My god these cunts believe anything. Anyway, Satan Claus was ready for the cunts. When we got to the cabin, Bob was in costume. He explored his rape phone sex fantasies dressed as Santa. Pretty sick, right? I was turned on. I had to help. I sat on one brat while he fucked the other one. Tiny enough that she could not get away from my weight on her body. These little dumb brats screamed a lot. They had some fight in them too. Bob shredded their pink holes. Turned them into prolapsed bloody messes. I killed them for him. His DNA was in them and on them. Plus, they knew the mall Santa was their attacker. I had to protect Santa Claus, right? They became coyote food. No one will ever know what happened to those twin sluts but me and Santa Claus.

Phantom Fucking

Taboo phone sexI had a blind date the other night at was suppose to meet him at the Executive Mansion.

This is a local haunted house and so I thought…this guy is pretty cool…you know, more interesting than a boring dinner date!

But when I got there, all dressed in my sexiest dress, he wasn’t there.

I was heart broken but decided to take the tour anyway.

There was something extremely creepy about my tour guide yet I felt very aroused!

It was like my pussy was under some sort of spell and my pretty black panties were getting more and more wet as I followed him from room to room.

Then we stopped in a bedroom and he turned and looked at me as he grabbed my hand and pushed me down on the bed!

He forced my legs apart and strapped them to restraints for the foot of the bed! The leather was cutting into my skin as I twisted and turned, trying to escape!

He climbed on top of me and ripped my clothes open! I was so scared and couldn’t help but start to cry and he slapped my face hard as he forced his giant pudgy cock deep in my cunt!

Sadistic phone sexThe most sinister laugh echoed through the halls as he slammed his meat deep inside me over and over!

My cunt was stretched and bruised from the punishment his bulging cock was delivering!

Just when I thought I could not take anymore, He yanked his dick out and blew his loud all over my face and tits, screaming at me that I was a filthy whore!

I cleaned the cum out of my eyes and looked around and he was gone!

When I went to the reception area to report him, they informed me that the tours are self guided and they have no such employee!

Then I looked up at the portrait of the governor who had lived here over 200 years before, and the familiar face just glared through me and I swear I heard the same voice calling me a filthy whore!