Category: Fantasy phone sex

The next victim

cannibalism phone sex I’m hunting, and she’s waiting. I see the bitch I was looking for, she’s walking out of the building. She’s by her car, digging for something in her purse. Then I’m there. Tattered clothes, begging for help. She’s concerned.Here, “I can call you an ambulance, or something” she stammers, and turns to grab her purse again. I hit her with chloroform, wrapping all my extremities around her, holding the rag to her face. Her world goes black.

She starts to come to in our chamber, I’m preparing her.

Thinking she might have a chance she struggled, trying to get free. As she was struggling, trying to loosen the bindings cutting into her skin she heard the clicking.

I have her attached to an engine hoist for her arms, and her ankles directly to metal loops in the cement.

Mistress has arrived. She carries a platter, piled with sharp utensils, spreaders, saws.

First she slit her throat, allowing her to bleed out, and started taking her apart from the middle out. Slowly, delicately, almost lovingly she removed each precise piece.

One breast at a time, each ass cheek, long strips of her flanks. And so on, until the platter was piled high with bloody meat chunks and bits. Her sexy body nude, covered in blood, meticulous. I began rubbing my pussy, watching her gut this fucking bitch. She turns to beckon me, and smiles at my finger fucking.

She lays me down in the hot, liquid, bloody pile and fucks my cunt with her bloody fist.

That’s one way to work up an appetite before dinner…

Snuff Porn and Blasphemy Sex on Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I drove by a church this morning and was filled with evil thoughts. Does that ever happen to you? First, I think of all the pious cunts inside those so called sacred walls. The bitches and snobs who look down on girls like me. The hypocritical bitches who praise god, then turn around and judge others for not conforming to mainstream America. Second, I think of all the little ones in their Sunday best being spoon fed a bunch of lies by a bunch of hypocrites about some dead guy who could give a rat’s ass about them if he ever even existed in the first place. I’m a blasphemous bitch.  There is no god. The only church I would ever worship at would be the church of Satan because that mother fucker knows how to have a good time and he wouldn’t judge me for wanting to force fuck and slaughter all the dumb asses sitting in church. Fuck, he would encourage it. In my Goth clothes with my big ass knife, I storm in slicing throats and slashing bodies. I piss on the altar, wipe my ass with torn pages from the Bible and fuck my cunt with a cross as the surviving members look on in horror. I have blasphemy sex with the priest in front of the congregation as I hail Satan as my leader and only savior. I tell the little lambs God is dead. He doesn’t give a fuck about them, so why not have fun? All religion does is kill one’s spirit. I give the little ones knives so they can kill their parents. I cum so hard watching those little angels in their Sunday best slashing the throats of their elders and saying Hail Satan. Being a blasphemous bitch is more fun than being a stuck up religious cunt any day. Want to join me in some hot blasphemy phone sex?

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Ass Rape Porn Nine One One

I had broken down on my way out to the club, and ass rape porn was never in the plans. However, breaking down near a Fire station I decided to trek over to it in my heels and whore like way I was done up.

The guys were eager to assist me, only thing, it would require a “trade off”, as they all started towards me. I was circled by eight burly firemen and I can’t deny how wet my panties were getting! Now whether I was pissing myself out of fear or just creaming the hell out of them anticipating all that could happen, it’s hard to say.

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I was getting man handled and stripped by all eight of the men, hands were everywhere… and soon cock was as well!

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is my specialty. Been a taboo whore all my life. When you are the daughter of your grandfather, taboo is your life. Incest and drugs have always been a part of my life; likely always will. In a rare moment last night, I was sober. I was sound asleep when I heard the dogs go crazy. They only ever bark at strangers. Before I could reach for the gun under the bed, there was a hand on my throat. I looked up and saw three masked men. I prayed my sons would not wake up or my little niece who was in the house too. I thought if I didn’t fight, if I let them force fuck me they would leave happy. They didn’t want a used up whore like me. The forced me to the boys room. They woke my sleeping angels at knife point. The intruders didn’t want me, but they wanted to watch my young boys fuck me. If they only knew they did, just not like this. Not under force. My boys dicks weren’t getting hard. They were scared. I tried to blow them, but still flaccid. This pissed off the intruders so much they started ass fucking my boys. Their screams woke up my niece. Once the men realized a young tender thing was in the house, all attention went on them. I pleaded with them not to hurt her. They tied me up and turned their focus on her. Their cocks seemed huge in comparison to her tiny frame. I yelled I was sorry. She pleaded for me to help her as they ravaged her tiny holes with their big dicks. They left her fuck holes bloody and gaping. I thought they would leave afterwards, but no. They used my sons’ butts again like they were ass rape porn stars. Fucked their asses until they were prolapsed. I was helpless. Nothing I could do tied up. They took turns on my niece and my boys for hours, then just left. Left me tied up and the little ones bloody and filled with cum.

Blood. Piss. Puke. Cunt.

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“You like piss in your mouth bitch?” He yanked my hair and punched me in my mouth and then I could taste blood and piss. I was drowning in my patheticness…I truly felt worthless. But one grab to my pussy and he could feel my wetness. Guys think girls like me don’t exist but I’m trained to be the stupid fucking piece of shit I always have been. Who the fuck lets guys degrade her and beat and fucking treat like a nasty fucking toilet and humiliate… that would be me. He knew this too because he uses me often and after feeling my wet fucking cunt he tested my bloody mouth on his cock. Completely balls fucking deep in my cunt throat. I couldn’t take it and I started to puke choking on my vomit, his dick and the blood in my mouth. He let me barf it up then slammed my face in it making me fucking eat that shit like the nasty fucking whore I am. I mumbled yes sir and whimpered as my wet tight pussy glistened with anticipation of his violation. It wasn’t long before he was going in hard – choking me from behind making it where I could barely breathe. I started to see black as he slammed his dick in harder and I knew I was losing consciousness and soon would be completely at his will but what else am I good for anyway…

You Made Me Sizzle

 

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I can’t believe I made it out alive after what happened to me most recently. I don’t think I’ll answer another ad on craigslist again no matter how much I wanted my rape fantasy to be fulfilled by the perfect stranger. All I had to do was leave my front door unlocked and he handled the rest like an expert. I remember thinking, as he forced his cock into me roughly that he had already done this before to another victim. After he was through using his fuckstick on me, he noticed my curling iron sitting close by on my dresser and a sadistic smile spread across his lips. He decided to take things to another level of pain and torment. He turned on my curling wand and proceeded to forcefully stab me in the pussy with it while it got hotter and hotter. I felt it burning my flesh and I could hear my own pussy juices sizzling against the wand shaft. He chuckled with excitement as my pussy lips began to shrivel and fry against the heated metal. His cock stayed hard the entire time while he heard my intoxicating mixture of screams and moans. I was helplessly his perfect victim.

Knife Play Phone Sex Gets HOT!

knife play phone sexMaster visited me again the other day. He tied me up hanging from the ceiling, and he rammed his cock inside of me. He told me that he loves how I behave for him, and proceeded to fuck the ever-living shit out of me. He plowed my pussy hard, and while he did, he took his knife and drew slashes across various parts of my skin, even cutting off one of my nipples. I could feel him getting more and more turned on with every slash. He was working me over hard and fast this time, and I was enjoying it. I felt him getting close just as he pulled a saw out of a drawer next to us. He sawed into my thigh a couple of times, and my screams pushed him over the edge. He came hard, slamming deep up into me, grabbing me with all his strength, and gushing his baby-making juice deep inside me as he clung to me. I’d have held him back, but it was so lovely just being there, in that moment.

Torture Phone Sex Gets Real

torture phone sexTorture phone sex fantasies turn me on. Fantasy turns me on. Not really being tortured. I am too hot to carve up my sexy body. Ted thought differently. He is this guy I occasionally see that has dark fantasies too. He hears me on my calls fantasizing with callers about very depraved and twisted things.  He decided to make one of my wicked fantasies come true. But, I didn’t want that. Not in reality. He grabbed me by my blonde locks and dragged me to the basement. He strung me up so I was suspended by a rafter. He had a variety of torture devices I often talk about on taboo phone sex calls: a blow torch, a scalpel, hat pins, cattle prod and a variety of very sharp knives. “Let’s see how wet the real thing makes you whore, ” he seethed in my ear as he jabbed a hat pin in my nipple. I screamed in pain. I was not wet at the feel of blood trickling down my stomach. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to explain that I was delivering a hot taboo fantasy to my callers but that fantasy and reality are often vastly different. He didn’t care. He took the cattle prod and strapped it to my pussy. In intervals he shocked my cunt making me piss and convulse. His dick was hard. I was in pain. He mutilated my other nipple with the razor sharp scalpel. I screamed in pain again. That was when he grabbed the big knife on table. He pressed it under my left breast and sliced underneath. He reached in and pulled out my saline bag. “Worthless tits for a worthless whore,” he laughed sadistically. He cut out my other fake boob too. Blood was pouring down my stomach. I was cold like I was in shock from the pain. He ripped off the cattle prod, replaced it with a knife. He stabbed my pussy until there was so much blood and sinew falling out of me, I passed out. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with him stroking his cock. I guess  this time a fantasy phone sex became reality.

His ex wife had to go!

accomplice phone sexI have a very wealthy friend who’s wife was getting a little too nosy about where he spends his time so that bitch had to go! He couldn’t divorce the bitch because she would take a big chunk of his money and there was no way this guy was going to pay a nosy whore like this one… instead he called me. He knew that I would not only be discreet about the whole mess, but that I would also let him help me. He drugged the bitch’s wine and waited until she was passed out, then he called me over and had me help him tie her up so we could take her somewhere a little more private. We used that bitch up! She was fucked by a whole gang of ruthless thugs before we beat her to death and threw her naked body on the burn pile. Trust me they are never going to find this bitch alive again anywhere! This way my friend gets to keep all of his money so he can continue to spend it all on me!

The Boss Gets What The Boss Wants

Fantasy phone sexI visited a small town in South Carolina today. I needed to stop for supplies, so I found a little mom & pop store. As I was stocking up, I noticed an old man watching me closely. I thought he was trying to make sure I wasn’t stealing, but when I walked up to the counter to pay, he gave me the biggest, lewdest grin I have ever seen.

He introduced himself as Pop, and informed me that he was the boss of that little establishment. He told me that, as the boss, it was his pleasure to offer me the products I needed at no charge, if I could repay him with a favor. I knew what was coming, but I need every dollar I can save. I agreed to the exchange, and he brought me to the back room.

His decrepit old hands were rough and harsh on my clothes and skin. He ripped my clothes in his efforts, and his fingers tore at my skin, those frail old fingernails being as jagged as knife edges. His cock was already hard and proud when he dropped his pants, and it was a lot larger than I would have given this slight man credit for. He forcefully pushed me to my knees, grabbed my head on both sides, and pressed his cock to my mouth until I opened up. Just as quickly as I opened my mouth, his cock found its way straight down my throat. He choked me repeatedly on that massive rod. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and rammed that cock into my pussy while pressing my breasts hard into my chest. I knew I would have bruises when all was said and done, but free food and toiletries and other things were worth it. Right?