Category: Fantasy phone sex

Some Fun With My Friend

accomplice phone sexSometimes Daddy lets me go out with my friends to have a little fun without him. My friend and I hit up the local bar and were shooting pool and throwing back drinks when this super-hot but arrogant guy walked in. I looked at my friend and winked and she knew what was up. I walked up to the bar beside him and asked if he would like to join us for a game. He grabbed his beer and headed our way. We played and drank and took turns making out with each other until closing time. I grabbed his dick through his jeans and asked if he would like to come back to my place for a little after-hours party. He smiled as we hopped in his car for the ride. Once home, we went to my room and started partying and playing. I bent over for him to fuck me in the ass while my friend stuck her tongue deep in his asshole and grabbed his balls. He laid back and my friend climbed on his dick and rode him while I sat on his face so he could lick my juicy bald wet pussy. We continued fucking every way imaginable until I ended up on top of my friend and he stuck his dick between our lips. I gave his dick a few good licks before pulling the knife from between the mattress and slicing that thing right off. He screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. We both got up and as she stuck her tongue deep in his mouth, I took that knife and slit his throat. As he lay there bleeding, I grabbed her and put her back on the bed and continued eating her sweet, cum filled pussy.

I live to fuck again

sex with dead bodies

You all get so excited to see Santa this time of the year but you wouldn’t be so happy if you knew his dark secret. Santa every year when he is done delivering gifts to all the brats in the world will make another trip and have sex with dead bodies. Now he won’t do it to all bodies just those of young women that have died recently. He is able to dabble in the black magic as well as white. I was one of the victims last year. I had come home and got in between my boyfriend and the tv and he killed me for it. Early on Christmas morning I was brought back to life enough for Jolly Old St. Nick to have his way with my body. He ripped off what was left of my dress and then spit onto my old dry pussy. He rubbed it in and with his magical tough my cunt was running over. He then took his giant candy cane and shoved it all the way in on the first go. My nerve endings were gone and so I didn’t feel any pain but I did moan out load at being so full. I was getting into being a good fuck again when he decided that he wanted my mouth. His cock was delicious and it wasn’t too long before he shot his yummy egg nog down my throat. A short time later I was back in the ground and cooling off. I wonder if he will remember me, I need a good fucking again.

Castration Phone Sex Fun

castration phone sexCastration phone sex will always be a favorite of mine. When I do real time castrations, I use an old electric chair my grandpa gave me. Its from the 50s and 60s. Several men died in that chair. I have refurbished it to turn it into a castration chair. I added a plank between the legs with a hole to separate the balls from the dick. All the original leather straps hold the arms, head and legs down. I will not lie, castration hurts. I can do it the humane way like you do with sheep, or I can do it the inhumane way, which is more fun. Well, more fun for me at least. I like inflicting pain. I castrate two types of men. There are willing victims. Pathetic yes, but either it is a mercy job or a paid job. Guys like that get the humane castration. That includes a castration band to restrict the blow flow which slows bleeding and makes for less of a scar. For men in this category, I numb the area first; I use a soldering iron to seal the wound and I use a clean blade. The other kind of men I castrate are just tools and pricks. They are lucky they do not get snuff sex. I loathe them and I do not care if they bleed out. I give no anesthetic. I often use a rusty blade. And sometimes, I take the entire dick too. They will have a nasty scar. What determines the type of castration you receive is you. Nice men who just happened to be cursed with small dicks or men who want to pay me to take the family jewels, get treated with compassion. Assholes, tools, misogynists and dudes who try to force themselves on women, do not. So. Do you want me to castrate you gently or do I just need to rip your worthless nuggets off with my bare hands or a rusty blade?

Blasphemy & Cannibal Murder Phone sex Fantasies

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Here’s a thought for you. Murder phone sex fantasies will bring you, to a complete orgasmic explosion.  

Meat processing centers around the world have limited food and your fellow cunts are less fertile. Malnutrition has made birthing new calfs dangerous! Someone is going to be sacrificed to our Dark Lord soon so we can be blessed!  The process works but only when the grip of the final agony releases the hormones. Since so few people volunteer, certain agents can acquire the supplies they need from the street as long as you sign your life away! We  are not gentle in persuading fathers and mothers to give up offspring to us! 

Once we have your signature we “program” you turning you into a nice docile twat for us only we get the treat! We take in sisters to entertain the ones in power and let each fight out who will be able to live this round! The little heathen was still screaming for her mommy; it would’ve been funny if I wasn’t growing tired of it. My accomplice was torturing the stupid, young pink ball of flesh while I was sharpening my saw. The girl’s mother was on my table, completely bound; and, I had made the good decision to gag her. She was crying, though, for her little spawn that was being stretched and carved at the same time. One would be food and one would be the one to survive this. I dig the teeth of the saw into the girls necks as they begin to fight! Making a little trickle of blood falling down. That begins a feeding frenzy as the other chic a dee gets put on a pedestal and a big blade goes right into her still beating heart! This is true blasphemy sex! 

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Demon Spawn

Taboo phone sexAs much as I have been violated and beaten, you think that I would hate men and want nothing to do with a hard cock but there I lay sleepless and wet in my bed!

I can’t help but reach down and slide my fingers along my juicy wet clit!

I start playing with my nipples and their hardness is a clear indication of how completely aroused I am!

Just as I was about to plunge a finger into my dripping cunt, I feel the sheets start to slide off my naked body.

I watch as they are slowly pulled to the floor, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable.

I call out but no one answer.

I watch as the mattress indents as if someone is kneeling next to me but there is no one there!

I open my mouth to scream and my head is pushed hard down onto the bed and something seems to be covering my mouth, preventing my plea for help!

My legs are being pried open by something that is not there and suddenly, a hard skull rattling, violent thrusts, slams deep into my wet cunt, tearing through my flesh like a machete through wet paper!

The entity continued to pound my pussy with enough force to shatter every bone in my body until a hot burning sensation shot deep into my my aching fuck hole and flooding my womb with his demon seed!

I closed my eyes tight and smelled burning flesh as what felt like a branding iron burned my clit!

And with a cold shrill cry, I was alone again. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew there was something evil growing inside me, something that would continue to violently fuck me from the inside out until the sadistic spawn was torn from my bloody cunt and released into the world!

 

Snuff Whore For Snuff Sex

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If you know me at all, you know that I’m quite the dirty little snuff whore for snuff sex. There’s just something so satisfying about it. Sometimes I do like the submissive nature of it and I like it when the life is drained right out of me. But even more than that, I love it when I get calls from pervs who want me to be their accomplice. Do you know how much fun it is to talk about exactly how we’d pluck a girl in broad daylight? We will discuss what we’d do to her once we got her home. You might be curious about what it will be. Spoiler alert: it’s not going to end well for her. See, in my devious fantasy, we’re going to do things to her that we don’t want anyone else to know about. Things that hurt. Things that will make her cry out and beg for us to stop. And if we let her go after that, she’s going to run straight to someone she trusts and tell them everything. So, my partner in crime and I have to do away with her. I’m not sure what we’ll do to her yet, though. Maybe you can call and help me figure it out!

Ass Rape Porn with Red Rockets

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. Don’t you agree? I have found that my enjoyment of anal sex is a good thing when I need coke. The problem is that the men I fuck for drugs are more into violent sex. But I need my coke. I admit I am an addict. No one, me included, wants to cure me because I am such a freak on powder. My stepson is just one of my dealers. He is among the more violent ones too. He promised me a big bag of blow if I helped him out. I blindly agreed. I figured it was just more ass sex, rough ass sex, but nothing I could not recuperate from with a bag of frozen peas and some white powder. Turns out my stepson got himself into some trouble gambling with the wrong folks. The kind of guys who break kneecaps. These Guido types also make underground gangbang rape porn. My stepson thought if I made a movie for them maybe they would wipe his debt clean. I was hesitant to do it, but I knew my husband and our sons would be in danger if I did not help this debt go away. The loan sharks liked the idea of a soccer mom starring in one of their productions. I was not prepared for my costars. I was not high enough, but I could no longer change my mind. I was the star and about 50 four legged beasts were the costars. I may be a druggy whore, but I prefer human cock. I never felt more degraded, but this kind of furry porn makes big bucks on the black market. I was not high enough for 50 red rockets. Ultimate humiliation for me. 50 beasts nutted inside me. Their red rockets like barbed wire inside my pussy. I made that little film to save my stepson from being beat to death, but honestly, I would have preferred a snuff porn.

Torture Phone Sex Slave Goddess

Torture Phone Sex

I’m destined to a life of Torture Phone Sex. It was a casting call this time to just model lingerie. I showed up and there were five big burly men waiting for me. They had a rack of lingerie and what appeared to be another rack with shackles and rope. I was asked to undress completely so they could inspect the goods. I was forced to undress slowly. They wanted a show from the start. I had to bend over to take my bra off. While I was bent over I felt hands on my bare ass slapping me. I still had my panties on. I was to stand up and get my tits slapped then. I slid my panties down with a shimmy and was getting swatted at by a riders crop like I was some kind of animal. They laughed at me and made me stand there naked as they cuffed my wrists and lifted me by them. Things were headed in a Snuff sex direction. The proceeded to prod at me with a cattle prod and slap at me with a cat-o-nine tails. I was stinging all over my body and my twat was wet. They laughed at me hen they realized this. They wasted no time dropping me from the pully and making me fall to the floor with a thud. They then all grabbed at me and started to shove their throbbing penises in all of my holes calling me a filthy slut and I deserve every bit of what I am going to get. My holes were ripped open and then they brought in the big beast. I was done for it when that cock penetrated me and thrust so hard it destroyed my insides and left me with internal bleeding and full of cum. This Fantasy Phone Sex scene is exactly how my life ends.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Surprise

Cannibalism Phone Sex

I was asked to make the big holiday dinner for work this year, and I grinned cunningly at those faces around me. “I’ll make a meal to die for.” I chuckled. They thanked me, hypnotized by my charms and unaware that I truly am an agent of Evil itself. I decided I would give these corporate pricks more than they bargained for. I collected little darlings, and for a week I fed them wonderfully. They were spoiled with sweets, and herbs, and spices, and wines to keep them calm. I fed from them, letting my fangs sink into their neck here and there to sample their sweet blood whiskey I was craving more than anything.
The night before, I slaughtered and carved up my little lambs, and marinated those tender steaks. I cooked all day, feverishly. My little innocents got their bones used for stock, and I made a hearty soup from their organs, and some vegetables from my own garden. It was delicious, up until I added the arsenic. Then I let it simmer away, soaking wet and delighted at the feast that awaited my coworker cohorts.
They came, and I served them a delicious, robust meal. I stayed busy refilling decanters and wine glasses. None of them noticed I only picked from certain dishes. They complimented my steak, and asked what it was. I grinned, nonchalantly stroking my cunt under the table in a moment of rest, as I chuckled, “Goat. It’s young goat.” They were in awe. And then, the sickness set in as the apple cyanide custard was a sure hit. Cleaning up that evening, I stacked my bonfire high, cumming in front of the flames as I praised Baphomet.

Torture Sex My Boobs

torture sexMy tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times.  I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.