Category: Fantasy phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Require the Perfect Accomplice

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies intensify for men as the holidays approach. I attribute the increase in rape fantasies to two things. Stress and family time. Men feel more financial pressure during the holidays. The cost of everything has risen but most folks’ salaries have stayed the same. And holidays mean you see family perhaps you do not see regularly like a sexy aunt or a cute young niece.

And that is why I stay my busiest when the holidays hit. I post discreet ads in mercenary rags. Men see that I can assist them with their rape fantasies and even killer phone sex fantasies and hire me. Usually, I encourage men to find a surrogate for their lust or rage. A victim who could never pick them out of line up or blackmail them for life. However, sometimes a man is dead set of fucking a certain little girl that they do not heed my warnings.

But if the pay is double my fee, I will assist in a high-risk operation like the one Dale wanted. His niece cock teases him. Although he rarely sees her, he jacks off to her daily. His brother and his family came to town this week for the holidays. And he could not wait until Black Friday to fuck her. I tried to counsel him about the risks, but he just added more money. I took a day to think about how it should go. As the accomplice, I weigh the odds of all the different scenarios.

Your Rape Fantasies Require the Perfect Accomplice

Since his family stays with him when they visit, I decided the best way to do this would be to drug the little girl, fuck her in her sleep and clean up her pussy. Although he hated the idea of a condom, I told him if the girl wakes up with a sore cunt, she might not think twice about it, but if she sees a milky cream leaking from her pussy, that will draw more questions.

A urinary tract infection might explain a sore pussy. Or the horseback riding I suggested he do with his niece the day before. He fucked that little girl as she laid passed out in one of his guest bedrooms. He wore a mask and a condom. And the little girl woke up the next day walking funny, and everyone blamed the horse not the uncle. Now, he wants to find a little surrogate he can fuck and make a snuff porn star out of many times over. Of course, I will help him. However, for another large fee.

Taboo Phone Sex Needs a Creative Man Like You and a Whore Like Me

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. As a dirty mommy, I do taboo things daily. So, when guys ask me if I am no taboos, I laugh. My life is taboo. I learned to love incest and coke from my mother. She would do lines of coke and fuck my brother when he was a teenager. When I got married and had boys of my own, I followed in my mother’s footsteps.

However, the difference between my mother and me is that I cannot control my coke usage. My mother only snorted coke a few times a week. I am more like a several times a day. I am rarely not high. Perhaps, that’s the reason I find myself in so much trouble. I like working on a snuff phone sex line though. My life experiences often mirror my caller’s fantasies. I would not thrive on a vanilla line.

I Love a Creative Yet Brutal Snuff Fantasy

Even though I enjoy mommy rape fantasies, I like the more hardcore shit. Dismember me, beat me, even snuff me out on the phone. If you get off, I get off. My caller last night presented me with a Saw like torture fantasy. He thought I would say hell no. But I said hell yes. Creative men with sick fantasies might be my kryptonite. Seriously, I love a torture fantasy.

My caller kidnapped me while walking home from a drug deal. Of course, he took me to his place and did awful things to me. I mean he did the basic things to me also. He fucked me and beat me up. But then the fantasy got wild. He took my limbs off with a hacksaw. Slow torture sex gives me a wet pussy every time. And I can be a screamer. Big cock or big knife, I scream either way.

What a wonderful and brutal death this caller gave me. But now you must up your game. Think you can be as creative as he was for our snuff call?

Bonding Over Our Love For Evil Phone Sex

Evil phone sexI love my evil phone sex calls that get dark, dirty, and twisted.  You are my type, most definitely, if you are a  twisted individual with an insatiable appetite for the dark and depraved. I love it when men can find solace in hearing about my dark life. They find solace in that they are far from alone, I assume.

The story was about two sisters in my family being kidnapped and subjected to unimaginable torment. As I painted a vivid picture of their ordeal over the phone line, your perverse desires were fueled by each sickening detail. You loved hearing about the horrible ways they tortured these poor innocent young sluts.  I loved hearing you stroke your cock harder as the details got more disturbing.  The moans and affirmations let me know, that you and I get off on things most will never understand.

In this real-life story, the younger sister was forced onto her back on a dirty mattress,  while her older sister watched helplessly from nearby as their captors took turns violating her young sisters pure  innocence without mercy.  Her pleas for release fell upon deaf ears as they roughly penetrated every inch of her tight young body until she could barely speak due to both fear and shock. As she passed out, she was able

Meanwhile, they brought the older sister into a closet, separating her from her little sweet sister, now a shell of who she was when this day started.  They beat her and made her sister watch from her dirty cum and blood-stained mattress in the other part of the basement.

They gave older sis a few-minute break between beatings before they bound. her arms and had her spread-eagle against a cold concrete wall. Dark and cold as tears  Ruthlessly, one after another, they came over and forced their dirty cocks in there showing the others how messy and gross her cunt looked.  Her tight shaved pussy was swollen to the point it was unrecognizable.

Vera has two holes for Gangbang rape porn

Gangbang rape porn

I was just entering adulthood when I started college and got into Gangbang rape porn. I was a bright, ambitious young woman with a bright future ahead of me. But when I started to feel comfortable in my new environment, I started exploring the dark corners of the internet.

One day, I stumbled across a website featuring gangbang rape porn. I was horrified and disgusted, but some part of me was curious, too. Even though I was repulsed, I couldn’t help but watch.

I told no one about my newfound fascination for gangbang rape porn. But I quickly became addicted, and it began to take over my life. I started to develop a serious curiosity about what it would be like. My grades plummeted, but my sexual relationships thrived and I felt increasingly aroused.

Then one day, I was caught by one of my professors in the university library trying to make some  gangbang rape porn in real time. He confronted my by pulling out his cock and joining in.

I was so arroused I knew I had found my calling. No man could say no to my desires to be the filthiest fuck toy ever.  Ass rape porn then became my next obession to master. At that point I knew I could take two cocks in my holes.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real With Me

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex turns me on. Why? Because I am a sexy accomplice. I went from the victim to the in-demand partner. When my former master needs a certain girl, he calls me. Although he often does not care who he fucks if she is jailbait, he sometimes sees a girl he wants. But as a man, it can be challenging to lure a teen slut away from her home or her wolf pack. However, a woman can go where no man can. Girls trust me.

My old master saw this high-class teenage girl at the mall and his dick got hard. He obsessed about her. So, he called his favorite accomplice phone sex partner to get his prized pony. However, he did not know her name or where she lived. He took a picture of her. I just hoped she might be a creature of habit. Even though malls seem to be a dying breed, they still attract teenage girls. And this teenage girl indeed was a creature of habit.

I Can Help You Nab That Teen Whore Who Gets Your Cock Hard

However, I found her three days later in the food court with her posse getting Chick Fil-A. I looked sophisticated this day. Sometimes I need to look less like a bimbo to lure the target. I used my model scout line. If I cater to the vanity of a teenage slut, I can lure her away without force. It worked like a charm once again. No stranger danger from this girl. I drove her straight to master’s house. However, before we got there, I gave her a laced gummy to subdue her. I could not risk her escaping.

At master’s place, I tied her up. So, when she came out of her drugged state, she knew I was no model scout. I told her that I scout teen rape porn stars. And that is now her destiny. I do not care what master and his friends do to her. He paid me for a job, and I delivered the package. But I know master. He will use this whore daily. Share her with his friends and likely snuff her once her tight holes are no longer so tight. Not my problem though. He hired me for a job, and I did my job. Her fate is in his hands now.

Evil Phone Sex Sadistic Ready for Next Victims – Witchy Morticia

Evil phone sex sadistic Morticia is a gothic witch. My best enjoyment is destroying little fuck meats while their daddikins gets off to it. Most of the time they have their way with the sluts first.

In the beginning I am teasing the sluts and taking my blade to their tender smooth skin. Slowing slicing from their sternum to their neck. Alternately I slice down to their belly bottons. Either way these fuck meats are going to be sliced and diced.

The blood trickling from the shallow carvings excite me most. This is the best foreplay. To rub that innconces blood all over my body. I will carve a pentagram or inverted cross on that tender flesh as I chant.

Hail Satan! Ave Satanas!

A sacrifice for thee I offer you this Virgin

Hail Satan be true to your form and come before me

Hail Satan My dark Master and Lord

Let the fest begin of blood and gore.

Hail Satan a Sacrifice for thee…

Chanting and stabbing as I beckon daddy to penetrate and defile his blood for the dark Lord he will serve.

Evil phone sex

 

Murder phone sex Fantasies make Marley so hot!

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies make Marley so hot now! I never thought I could love anything like this. My Master was a cruel and sinister man who scared me in ways I never thought possible. He trained me to feel pleasure in ways I had never imagined. He quietly manipulated my mind and body to accept the unthinkable. I guess he thought it was his personal mission to redefine what was “acceptable” and “normal”. Now the new normal is the feeling of ice cold skin in between my legs, the vacant stare while I ride the meat. When my Master started training me to engage in Necrophilia phone sex, I was repulsed by the thought. How could anyone enjoy something so grotesque and twisted? But what choice did I have? My Master was a very powerful man, and I had no power to resist his wishes.

At first, the thought of touching and being intimate with dead bodies terrified me. It felt unnatural and perverse. But, I soon began to find pleasure in this new lifestyle. It was like my Master had unlocked something deep within me, something that was hidden and rarely made itself known. I wanted to please him and so I did.

As I began to explore more deeply, I started to see beauty in the macabre. I felt a strange, dark connection to death as I craved further the pleasure my Master offered me with the dead. I began to understand why the act of necrophilia enticed and excited me.

Sometimes I dread what I’m becoming. I question my sanity and my sense of morality. When my Master looks at me with those icy blue eyes, I can almost feel evil radiating from them. What would he do, I sometimes wonder, if I no longer pleased him? What kind of monster has he created? But I know I must stay dutiful, for the pleasure and safety of both of us and enjoy Sex with dead bodies.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm. Before you deny it you know you have come for the pain. You like the stories of pain. Taking a whip to the behind of some young thing. Drawing the blood. Smell it. Tell me you don’t like it.

            There is no way you can tell me that you don’t like the pain. Punishing someone. Put their head (pick one or both) in a vice grip and cranking it until you see them bulging. Gasping, crying out in pain. Look at how hard your cock is getting. Now fantasize about fucking on top of them as they writhe in agony. Me squirting on you. Not being able to control myself with the need. Driving me to commit another atrocity so that I may get even wetter.

            You being my dupe. My accomplice in all I plan and do. Tying the up. Cuffing, whipping, spanking, you know you are behind me in all I do. Now do as your told and cum all over that crying little bitch.Fantasy phone sex

Violent Phone Sex with Me Means I’ll Be Your Punching Bag

violent phone sexAre you in the mood for violent phone sex? Many men are on and off the phone. The holidays bring out the worst in most of us. And some men just need a punching bag. Of course, I understand that some men need a punching bag year round like my stepson. I am here for the part-time and full-time abusers. It is the life of a druggy whore.

Soccer mom by day and punching bag by night. That’s the story of my life. Although I am a pain slut, sometimes guys take it too far. But I never have any say in it. I do it for free coke no matter what the cost to me. James got rough Friday night. I can barely move still. My husband thinks I fell down the basement stairs doing laundry. I needed to explain the bruises somehow that would not draw his suspicion.

Although I love my husband, he does not know me at all. He thinks I am a soccer mom. I am that, but I am a druggy whore more than anything. James knows I am a druggy whore. And he knows I will do anything for coke. So, he baited me to his place to party. I was not thinking snuff sex. All that was on my mind was cocaine. Mommy’s little helper, LOL.

You Can Do Anything To Me for Coke, Anything

You would think I would learn by now. I mean coke takes me down the darkest allies in the world. However, I know James. We party together often. He’s never laid a hand on me. Of course, we fuck. But he has never hit me. That all changed Friday night. I said something he misunderstood. Hell, I still do not know what I said. But it pissed him off and like a powder keg, he exploded.

With one wrong comment, I became his punching bag. And once he got a taste for beating up someone who would not fight back, he wanted more. I curled up like a ball on the floor, but he kept punching me and kicking me too. He told me it felt cathartic. So, he got out all his pent-up anger at the world on me. He compensated me with more coke. But this taboo phone sex whore feels like a truck ran over her two days later.  The things I do for drugs.

Bloody Mess For a Pretty Girl

Mutilation phone sex

Mutilation phone sex became so real for me. I never believed in superstitions and was always one to laugh when told to “not split the pole” or some dumb shit. So, when people mention bad luck, I was not worried that today would be the worst day of my life. Fortunately, Sir wanted to ensure that I was as miserable and uncomfortable as possible. It began with the normal spanking and nipple pinching but then things got scary. He hog tied me to a pole in his basement boiler room and unrolled an extensive torture kit. It yielded knives, scissors, a scalpel, and other crap to cut me open and mutilate me with. He began by tearing taking a firm grasp of my nipples and stretching them as far as they could go. Before I could scream, with the quick flick of the scalpel, he sliced my nipple clean off of my chest. I screamed in agony as he cut off the other one and blood trickled down my abdomen. I watched him toss each nipple into a bucket of ice to ensure an augmentation would be able to get them sewn back on. He stuck his finger in the open wounds and jammed the bloody fingers into my mouth. The gagging from the strong copper taste was nowhere near enough to deflect the pain from having a paring knife jammed into my groin. I thought I was going to faint from having to hold the screams in… “it’s okay Nigger, you can cry if you want”. Massive tears ran down my cheeks as I begged Sir to stop. He pushed the knife in deeper and twisted it a complete 360 degrees before cutting me down and saying, “take yourself to the hospital bitch… and clean up”. The whole cab ride I held the bucket of ice with my nipples in it close to my chest. I cried for I knew that I’d never forget how this Saturday night turned in to a bloody mess.