Category: Fantasy phone sex

Rape Me Fantasies

torture phone sex aubreeI like my rape fantasies, I so enjoy pretending that I don’t like it don’t want it when really, I am getting off on it. Sometimes I hang out in parks late at night in hopes that someone will come along who will take the bait. And, I mean TAKE it. The last time, he jumped out at me from behind a tree and grabbed both of my arms. I screamed and fought, but secretly, I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I cried out and screamed, “No, please.” But, what I really wanted to say was, “harder, faster, hurt me, make me fucking feel it!” He tied my arms behind my back, as if he had to, and put his tongue in my twat, making me come over and over. The more that I squirmed and screamed, the wetter my twat got. It was so fucking hot, I think about it all the time. I am going back to the park this evening in hopes I’ll run into him again.

How to be a Boss.

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I saw an oportunaty to meet some new people and make some extra cash. This temp job was going to be easy. I was here for a week, Gonna make a quick $850 just sitting there and answering phones. I knew it was going to be easy but I didn’t realize I was going to be working for an asshole. I had to teach him real quick who was in charge. My first day I was like 2 hours late. I walked in hung over and not wanting to fucking be there . Then this fucking asshole thinks he can get in my face? I grab his cock as he is spitting in my face as he was screaming at me. I grabbed him so hard and squeezed his cock knocking the breath out of him. I took my sun glasses off. “Look in my eyes bitch, Look and see that I do not fuck around. This was your one chance, Do it again and I’ll make you fucking eat your cock. Now sit down in that fucking chair and eat my pussy until it’s time to go home.” Haha If I had known being the head of a company was so easy I would have made millions years ago..

Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I don’t know why, but the holiest of all days seems the best day for junk removal. I love following pervs and jagoffs to church. Seeing them there looking all pious with their families who are clueless about the proclivities of their husbands. Not everyone deserves to have testicles. They are for winners only. This morning my eye was on Martin. Several rumors  have circulated about how he likes to impregnate very young girls then not pay for his bastard offspring. I have heard he runs a little underground sex club for men who like young girls. He is a sex trafficker living in a gated community acting like his shit don’t stink. Now let me be clear here. I hate almost all young girls. I am not some pro brat. I just hate a hypocrite. Martin is running for local office. He wants to ban abortion, deny health care to unwed mothers and has quite the history of uber conservative speech. Yet, he is leading a double life; one extremely opposite to the one he projects. So, I took his balls. Actions have consequences. That was his motto when he said unwed mothers should not be a drain on the tax dollars of working citizens.

 As I had him chained to a chair in my basement, I played back his speech while showing him pictures of all the babies he has fathered and paid squat for. I gave him an option: be out as a hypocrite or get castrated. According to him that was not much of a choice. He called me some names, which I don’t take kindly too, so I chopped his balls off with no numbing cream. Didn’t even seal the wound, so he lost a lot of blood. Made him feel every ounce of pain. Shoved his worthless nuts down his mouth. Yep. I made him swallow his own balls. Seriously, Martin is what is wrong with the world. Smug, hypocritical bastards living in glass houses and throwing big ass bricks don’t deserve to reproduce. I prefer my men to own up and be proud of their actions. You like little girls? You like to torture women? You enjoy blood and gore? Wear your freak flag proudly and never lose your junk, unless you want to of course.

Bye bye little slut!

accomplice phone sexBye bye little slut, it is time for you to meet your maker… and I am not talking about your parents! Now that we have used up all of your little fuck holes and tore you limb from limb it is time to kill you! Oooh, what’s that? You don’t want to die? Well that is just too fucking bad for you now isn’t it? Look at you! All beaten and bloody, eyes gouged right out of your head and pussy so tore up that there is no coming back from it and you STILL want to live?? You should be begging me to kill you, you stupid little whore! Doesn’t really matter what you do though, beg me to kill you, beg me for mercy, either way my dear, you will be dying here today!

Taking Out The Trash

violent phone sexIt was late and I had noticed that my husband did not take the trash out for the week. So I had to hurry up and get it out because I knew the garbage men would be by first thing in the AM. I hurried as quickly as I could go. Hoping and praying the neighbor did not catch me out there. It was such a relief once I reached the back door and that is when it hit me. I was grabbed around the neck with a chain of some sort and drug down to the ground. I was barely able to breath let alone notice who was behind this. Although I had a good idea. Kicking and screaming as the chain dug harder into my throat I could feel the cement just eating my flesh as I was being pulled across it. Finally we reached the garage where he picked me up by the head of my hair and then tore my clothes off me. What was left of them. He fucked me over and over. It went on for hours. Taking a pounding from his cock and then his fist. Making sure to evenly rotate. Once he was done he kicked me in the back and mumbled another piece of trash to take to the curb. Leaving me there to lay.

Ass Rape Porn Is Only The Beginning

One of my Masters of recent has decided he gets off on ass rape porn and by sending me out to the Hotel lounges to hook. He does this to me during conventions with mostly men in attendance that appear to have money and willing to part with it. One of the conventions he got a kick out of sending me to was an Undertakers or Morticians convention.

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Trying to seduce an Undertaker is not easy! I did get a rather dark, quiet type to approach me and ask if I was “Working”. We got the specifics squared away and I met him up at his room a quarter of an hour later. When I arrived I was a little perplexed as he had another woman in there sleeping. At least that what I thought! He offered me a drink and it appears to have been spiked as I felt loopy and without inhibitions.

Helping me undress he directed me to get into the bed with the other woman and be silent. I slipped in only to find she was cold and blue. Gasping I tried jumping out of there when he shoved me back down with a gun fitted with a silencer. Fuck! I did as I was told and made out with the dead corpse while he took turns fucking her cold dead hole and my warm moist cunt. He came in the dead body and as he was cumming he pulled me by my hair and shoved my face down in a pillow trying to suffocate me and that’s all I recall.

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A No Taboo Phone Sex Experience

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only phone sex in my opinion. I fuck my sons, so clearly I am not a vanilla woman. I do coke on a daily basis. I take anything up the ass. I have always been an anal whore as well as a submissive whore, so you never have to ask me if I have limits. Limits are for credit cards not fucking, phone fucking or real fucking. I enjoy getting off with a sick accomplice. Sure, sometimes I end up dead, snuffed out by a caller; but I usually cum really hard right before my lights go out because I am a sick twisted no limits bitch. Last night I did a call that actually made me puke. Not because it was so gross or violent, but because I was guzzling booze like the founder of AA. It was a forced intoxication call. I can party with the best of them. I will snort, smoke or shoot anything, but I am not a seasoned drinker. All I had in the house was Three Olives Coconut Vodka. It was a brand new bottle, but I had to chug it. I don’t believe in faking my partying. Honestly, it was at the end of my shift, he was my last call, I thought I would be okay. I knew I would get buzzed quick. I didn’t think I would projectile vomit all over my couch. When my caller heard me hurling, he made me lick it up. “A good whore cleans up her messes,” he seethed at me. I was high and drunk, so I did it. In hindsight I shouldn’t have done it. I mean how would he have really known, right? When I am fucked up, my submissive nature is undeniable. It is like I can’t say no. I woke up smelling like a frat house on a Saturday morning. Chunks of my own vomit in my red hair, head about ready to explode and late for my morning shift. But when you call a no taboos/no limits phone sex whore, you get what you ask for and more.

Snuff Porn: Enjoy Killing Me, then Enjoy Fucking My Dead Warm Corpse

snuff pornI have been told I am the perfect snuff porn star. I don’t know how to take it. I think every submissive whore fantasizes about being killed at the hands of a strong dominant man, but in reality she doesn’t really want to die. I can’t control fate, however. If I am meant to die at your hands, then so be it. I went out for my morning jog . It was way too hot to be running later in the day. I took a new route through the park. Something hard hit me in the head. I kept running despite feeling dizzy. When blood started running down my face, I knew something bigger had hit me than I thought. I guess my adrenaline was pumping. I stopped, stumbled and passed out after seeing a shadowy figure. I awoke tied to a St. John’s cross with an industrial vibrator torturing my pussy. I started convulsing from the over stimulation. I begged for mercy. If he wanted to explore some rape fantasy he had, I assured him I wouldn’t fight back. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt me,” I begged. “I’m not going to violate a diseased whore. I’m just going to bash your brains in,” he replied with an evil laugh. I pissed myself in fear. He sounded like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning-completely deranged. I knew he was serious when I saw the table of torture devices. Deadly items like saws, hammers, butcher knives and chainsaws. He started by ramming a sharp spike between both tits. I let out a blood curdling scream. My tits were spit roasted. He pierced my clit with a similar object. Blood was trickling down my body like I was a Vampire’s bitch. When I started to pass out from the pain, he punched me in the face. The cross I was affixed to spun around. He gave me a spin like an amusement park game as he threw knives at me. One hit me in the femoral artery. Blood gushed out of me. I felt cold, weak….as things went dark, I heard him say, he was going to enjoy my warm dead corpse.

How Dare You Cheat?

torture phone sex angieI have known for almost a month now that you cheated. You are my fucking accomplice, the other half of my black heart. We share a depth of evil and sadistic pleasure that people can’t even dream up in their darkest nightmares.

When I found out that you shared our love of blood letting with her I was livid. Revenge became the one nagging thought in my mind.

At first I thought I would get my revenge by making you watch me finish her. That would insure that you would never share what was ours with her again.

But the more I thought about it the more I realized that you would love that as much as I did and it would likely cause you to cheat again just for the pleasure of my revenge which would defeat the purpose.

After weeks of careful deliberation I have the perfect plan for revenge. And it will be served ice cold on a silver platter.

That bitch you cheated with will be a witness to your demise. And she will replace you as well, knowing what will happen if she is not a faithful servant thus insuring her loyalty.

Your end will consist of hours of cock and ball torture, agonizing, merciless, pain will be inflicted upon you. But your death will not come swiftly. Instead you will lay, bound, with your dick and balls the only thing accessible with leeches sucking the life blood from your body.

A slow and agonizing death I hope.

Kidnapping phone sex

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I was on my way home from the clubs the other night. I was so wasted that I did not keep up with my group of friends. I guess they all took off with guys and went to go fuck. I started walking on my way home, hoping that a nice car would pass me so I could maybe get a ride from them. A dark car finally pulled over to my rescue. I got in and thanked the man with dark features. He let me know that he was not going to take me home. He told me since he was helping me, that I needed to help him.

He told me about little Jamie that he has been watching for months. He said her parents are not home and she is with a babysitter tonight. He held a cold blade up to my neck and threated to end my life right then and there if I did not help him. I went ahead and agreed to help him in whatever way I could. We went to her house, I broke in and saw her asleep in her bed. The room was dark and I could see her little cotton pajamas glow from the moon. I picked her up and quietly took her to our car. Who knew it could be so easy? I helped tie her little body up and she awoke. She was crying and begging.

I did what he asked, I helped him capture his fantasy girl. I asked if I could go home, and he told me no. I started to cry right beside the little brat. He told both of us to shut the fuck up, that there will be enough crying to do when we are sitting in puddles of our own blood with out holes gapped open. He laughed and drove father and farther away from any civilization.

I begged him to let me go. It was no use, I just made his cock grow harder.