Category: Fantasy phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies are so romantic!

Rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are to me what romantic novels are to most people. My dearest crush, Stephen King put it so perfectly in his book, “Rose Red.” He writes,

“Blood, under the skin. Rationalistic asses like you don’t see it. It’s liquid instead of solid. Hot instead of just warm. It is a world full of mystery…”

That’s how I feel about my snuff world. Where we shed the mundane, the “normal” and the socially acceptable sex we all grew up with. Where we thrive on abductions, on violent fucking. Where dismemberment and stroking your cock with your lover’s removed internal organ. In our world, teeth biting deep into flesh, and gushing blood feed the flames of desire and stoke the primal need for bloody fucking! The animalistic rush as an accomplice, hunting prey with my partner, or presenting a catch to my Master, sets my nerves on fire! Truly, the masochism tango is my mantra!

That hot life force flowing from my mouth and cunt makes my body come alive!

Even the life leaving my body is so deeply sensual.

Take me against my will, use me as your disposable toy, and pay tribute to my body with our blood!

What is your darkest fantasy? Will you share it with me?

Covered in blood and horny

Snuff phone sexI woke up covered in blood and a chainsaw behind me. My first thought was how fucking horny that makes me, and how that chainsaw vibrating the floor is making my pussy wet. I couldn’t believe what is going on but all my mind is thinking about is my cunt. Then a man walks in with a mask on and he is also covered in blood! He is completey naked and he walks over to me with his huge cock out, and I immediately get on my knees and open my bloody mouth. His big cock jams in my mouth and all I can taste is blood. The taste of blood turns me on like no other so my pussy starts dripping down my drenched legs. All of a sudden I feel his cock slip down my throat  and a jab right through the left side of my skull. The last thing I remember is blacking out with a big cock covered in blood down my throat.

Taboo phone sex with a Black Whore

Taboo phone sex

I was a sweet, innocent girl…before my older boyfriend got a hold of me and introduced my to the street life. He’s a drug addict. My beautiful, black ass is personal piggy bank. He forces me to prostitute to keep him supplied in drugs. My big titties and ass are real money makers. I’m his personal sex slave. He passes me around to all of his friends, and strangers if the price is right.
When we’re behind closed doors, he keeps me on a leash. When I have my leash on, I’m not allowed to stand, I have to crawl around on my hands and knees. And I have to keep my eyes down. If I look a john in the eye that’s an automatic beating. If I don’t make at least $500 a day, he won’t feed me. So I’ve learned to fuck the shit out of any man to keep him coming back for more. You can have me in any hole you want, I’m not allowed to say no. I always swallow cum, I never spit. Let me be your black whore, you won’t regret it.                  Layla

Knife Play Phone Sex Keeps Me Busy

knife play phone sex Knife play phone sex is popular with me. I love sharp objects because they serve many purposes in my life. I have quite the collection too. I think my knife collection would make Michael Myers envious. I have been fascinated with them since I was a little girl. I much prefer to be a knife wielding bitch than a gun toting whore. There is no skill in a gun fight. It is luck and if your victim has no gun, it’s an easy kill. A knife fight requires precision and is an equal fight, well in theory it is at least. I have honed my craft over the years thanks to annoying fucks, tiny dick losers and spoiled brats. I can chop a cock or balls off with one clear slice. I can stab to kill, paralyze or disfigure with one hand movement. If you live after I stab you, it is because I want you to live. I don’t miss my mark whether it be your balls, your throat or your heart. I did a little handiwork this weekend. I have a signature slice like a graffiti artist’s tag. I know it is recognized because cops and coroners have mentioned it in news stories.

With a few exceptions, I kill or castrate folks who deserve it, so the police rarely investigate. Most of the folks I castrate actually pay me to do it so they say nothing unless end up in ER with a nasty infection. I had a Catholic priest pay me recently to remove his balls so he will stop molesting little boys. Not really because he was remorseful and wants to curb his desires for young boys. More because he will not be able to hide from the law forever if he keeps getting busted by folks in his Parrish. Can only be moved around to churches for so long before the law finds you when you can’t keep your hands of little boy dick. Pretty sure the Diocese paid for his  junk removal because priests have no money. As I cut off his dirty balls, I told him I would castrate all the priests in Boston for a flat fee. I was not at all surprised when a check from the Diocese of Boston sent me a very large check. Good think I have a lot of knives. I’m going to be a very busy girl the next few weeks. Don’t worry though, I can squeeze your worthless balls in too.

bloody phone sex is my pennance

bloody phone sex LangleyBloody phone sex doesn’t begin to describe what happened to me! One moment I was minding my own business on a swing, reading my favorite book, the next thing I knew I was waking up in a pitch black room, on an ice cold concrete floor.

I was dizzy, and I hurt. I hurt so bad all over so badly I couldn’t even sense where on me was hurt. Then bright, blinding light. As my eyes adjust, I see a tall man, naked, covered in blood from his chin to his feet. My heart is pounding! It dawns on me to look down. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My breasts! they’re cut almost completely gone!

I scream and scream! Strong, powerful hands, he’s on me. Opening my weak legs, pushing his bloody dick into my little raw cunt.

I keep crying, then lightly sobbing.. As he fucks the life right out of me, me lowers his head, drinking my flowing blood from my ruined tits, slurping and suckling like a hungry brat on steroids.

The last thing in this life I knew was his hot seed pouring into me, as my life poured out…

Castration phone sex : The missing jewels

Castration phone sex

After many drinks for Sailor Jack and a couple for me and my Mistress, Jack asked if there was a quiet place that we could all go. Jack was feeling no pain when he got into back of the cab between Mistress and myself, spreading his arms around us both. As Jack leaned his head on the headrest, we played with his belt and zipper. And soon we had his throbbing hard cock out, stroking it with our cheeks and mouths, Jack was in heaven. When we got to the hotel, Jack paid the cab driver. and we all went inside. As we playfully unbutton his shirt, tickling his nipples and belly button, lightly sucking and licking them. We manage to get his shirt off and loosen his belt and pants. Jack’s hard throbbing dick ticked back and forth, like waiting on us impatiently. We got down on our knees and I sucked on his low-hanging balls while Mistress took his rod inside her mouth. Jack moaned with pleasure as he grabbed her head and shoving her mouth down onto his cock, making her gag. He was about to spurt too soon when I nipping him on one of his balls, stopping his orgasm straight in its tracks. We gave him some of our home-made liquor, infused with fruits and whey. He guzzled it down and quickly became drunker than what he was. At this time he was hornier than he could ever remember- just the opposite of what alcohol usually does. But now he was getting physically getting weak and his mind became foggy. He said his legs became weak and tingly and his arms were heavy. He fell to his knees and was out cold. We rolled him over on his back and have our own fun. His cock remained hard and we giggled with glee. Mistress comes to me and kisses my neck, slides her hand down to my skirt. She lifts the front and slides my panties to the side. Her fingers slide into my wet and hot crevice. I fondled her breast  as my other hand also ran under her skirt. We stood there in pure lust for what seemed forever. We were both hot and ready for more. She mounted her wet cunt over his still erect cock and tells me to put my round ass in the air. As she plunged onto his rod, she fingers my ass. Almost about to cum, I stand and sit on his hips. While she rides him, I make our pussy’s and clits rub together. We kiss and we cum at the same time. Jack wakes up hours later. He’s disoriented and in pain. When he tries to stand, he falls back because of the pain. The pain is the worst he’s ever felt. He looks down to where the pain is radiating and notices white gauze and tape around his testicles. His shaking hand goes towards the wrapping and slowly unwraps. He sits there in shock at what he’s seeing. He sees his penis slumped to the side and realizes his balls were gone.

Forced Knife play phone sex with Rena

Knife play phone sex

I walk into my apartment from a long day of work. I’m just so ready to relax and unwind. I go to the closet and pick out a sexy purple see-through nightie. I start my shower, hot water caresses down my tired shoulders, over my big tits. The water trickles past my engorged clit and instantly I’m turned on. I decide to step out to go get my big black dildo. I get back in the shower and have the hot water running down my back, making my tight shoulders relax. I take my huge toy and slowly slide it in my wet and ready pussy. I shove it in hard and deep, oh it feels so fucking good. Working the toy faster, I rub my clit, rub it hard and fast. I fuck myself hard until I have cum dripping from my swollen crevasses. I finish my shower and get out. All of a sudden there was a big bang. I was so startled I dropped my black dildo. I quietly and nervously walked to the kitchen where I see the door wide open. Fear instantly ran over me. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door, proceeded to call the cops but out of nowhere a hand covered my mouth. All I could think was I’m going to die. A voice whispered in my ear  to keep fucking quiet and if I was a good girl, I would live. I’m so terrified, I piss on myself. But, I happened to notice something unusual in the intruders voice, it sounded girly. She threw me on my bed and told me to spread my legs. She had a mask on so I couldn’t see her face. What are you going to do to me, I asked, my voice shaking. ‘I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want”, she said. She picked up my big black pussy plunger and dug it into my tight cunt. Stop, I pleaded. She pulled out a small steak knife and held it to my neck. ‘You will do whatever I fucking say and if you don’t I will slit your nasty, cum guzzling throat you fucking bitch’ She fucked my pussy and then my tight ass and went back to my twat. I was hurting so bad. The knife held at my throat started to cut into my flesh. Blood slowly trickled down my neck, I just knew I was going to die when out of nowhere she pulled her mask off and began tongue fucking my ass. I wanted to look down to see who this person was but she held the knife closer making me bleed more. I heard her moan. What the hell was she doing? She violated my twat some more and even licked my clit a little. All of a sudden she stopped, I felt the bed shaking as she let out this sultry, aggressive moan. I can’t believe she came! I had the courage to look down towards her and she was already putting her mask back on. ‘Stay on the bed until I’m gone’ she said. I heard the front door slam. I just lost it, I started to cry as I dialed the police. ‘Yes,I’d like to report a crime’…..

Babysitter Phone Sex Torture for Profit

babysitter phone sexBabysitter phone sex is a much different experience with me on this site. I have two sides, like most women. When  I am not fucked up, I am just a horny dirty mommy. I am even nurturing and submissive to my boys, wanting to take care of their every need, especially their hard throbbing boy dicks. When I am high, however, I am a different woman. Desperate, mean, nasty as fuck , and even a bit crazy. I’m still submissive, to men at least. Girls, however, should run for their lives when I am fucked up. I got asked to babysit my niece. My husband’s sister rarely asks me because she knows I am unstable at times. I was desperate for some coke money, so I agreed to watch the teen whore. I dislike that cock teasing princess sober too. They can’t trust her because when alone, she is putting nude selfies on Instagram and Snapchat. I needed money and I knew a little teen whore could make me some. I strapped her to her bed, got out the sex toys and decided to do a live sex show with a little Lolita. When I say sex show, I really mean torture sex show. I put electrodes on her clit and nipples and hooked up two sex machines so her ass and pussy both got assaulted. I forced a bottle of Jack Daniels down her throat to loosen her up and slapped a ball gag in her mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t be alarmed. I racked in several thousand dollars in a few hours. Turns out men love to see a  hot teen slut convulsing and squirting and getting her holes shredded. Her fuck holes were gaping open so wide afterwards I could fist her. In fact, I did that too for a $500 bonus. I gave her some of my Xanax,  cleaned her up and put her to bed. She was so drunk and high; pretty sure she would not remember why her fuck holes hurt the next day. My sister in law never found out and in fact wants the girl to stay with us all weekend. I’m gonna make bank of this little bitch. She is my new cash cow.

Near Death Experience

ass rape pornAss rape porn is a good living for me. I am a submissive whore, so I started answering ads for fetish BDSM models when I was 18. I was a runaway and by the time I was legal to start nude modeling, I had been living on the streets and in hostels for a couple of years. I knew this other runaway who did hardcore anal and bondage films.  She disappeared one day. Answered an ad she saw on Craig’s List, when they still allowed adult ads, never saw her again. The word on the street was that Haley answered an ad for a snuff porn and it was a real snuff movie. That has lingered with me for years. Part of me believed anything was possible including the fact that she was killed for an underground film, but the other part of me thought she just moved to a different city like all runaways. I found out recently what really happened to Haley when I showed up at a studio for a fetish shoot. At first, nothing seemed off. I saw lights, cameras and BDSM  equipment. I even signed a waiver of liability if hurt during the shoot. I thought why would snuff producers have me sign a waiver if they intended to kill me?  They gave me a Xanax to relax, which is not uncommon. However, it looked off, so I didn’t swallow it. I just acted groggy. Maybe one of the few smart things I have ever done. I saw another girl all fucked up like I was supposed to be. They dragged her to a room that looked like a medical examiner’s room. I watched as they dismembered her. Blood splattered everywhere. Her screams were deafening. While they were distracted sawing her limbs off and thinking I was passed out, I snuck into the basement to see if there was a window I could escape through. On the wall were pictures of limbless bodies with severed heads being held proudly as if big game hunts. I saw Haley. Her dead blue eyes staring at me. I threw up before I squeezed my big tits through a small window and ran as fast as I could from that house of horrors.

Evil Phone Sex Castrating Methods

I love a chance to explore my desires with evil phone sex, and methods of castration are essential to explore, for me anyway. There is a special kind of fuckwad that castration phone sex is suitable for and I met one the other night. This individual really thought he could push me around! Tisk tisk little did he know he chose the wrong “Bitch” to try having his way with.

Evil Phone Sex Dusty

Oh, don’t worry, I did lead him on, of course, and with one plan in mind! I’m going to cut this fuckwads prick off and he won’t see the light of another day! I hate dickheads like him and he will bleed the fuck out! I let him grope at me and acted completely dumb drunk just to make sure I get him to leave with me.

I get him out the door and tell him my ride is around back. The back of this club is a series of old warehouses and I have my set up in one of them for just such an occasion. We start making out and groping hard up against my truck when I push him away and mention we should go back in one of the buildings so I could fuck his brains out. It didn’t require much more than a mention and a tug. We were in my spot and I had his pants open and his unremarkable prick out as his hands were working up my skirt. I stroked his fuckstick a little as I allowed him a few seconds to really get into the heat of the moment. I leaned down and yanked my knife out of my boot and put it to his throat as I shoved him down on a mattress I had in there, covered in plastic already.

His lust, and all the blood flowing to the other head had him somewhat confused as I was straddling him on the mattress. In seconds I had made a quick stroke with my blade across the base of his scrotum and started to bleed him as he screamed.