Category: Home invasion phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies destroying that old cunt

Rape phone sex fantasies, My boyfriend and I got off hard on raping the thick MILF two doors down. Probably mid 50’s massive saggy tits, big soft belly, fat ass, hairy cunt. We never play nice when it comes to fucking old milfs. We kicked her door in while she was naked after her shower. I jumped on her back, yanked her hair, and smashed her face into the carpet. My boyfriend ripped he legs open and drove his cock straight into her dry asshole. She screamed so fucking loud. My pussy started to drip! He doesn’t stop! He fucked her ass raw while I sat on her head and grind my dripping cunt over her nose and mouth until she choked on my juices. Slapping her face with my wet pussy and force her tongue deep inside me. He pulls out of her ass, flips her over, and shoves his shit-smeared cock down her throat. I held her nose shut so she has to swallow. Then he rammed her loose old pussy balls-deep, stretching her out, while I squat over her face and pissed in her mouth. She was gagging and coughing, we just kept going. I fisted her old cunt alongside his cock. He came deep inside her, then I forced the bitch to lick the cum and piss off my fingers and his dick. Then we tied her wrists to the headboard legs spread wide and took turns. I sat on her face again and smothered her more while he fucked her throat until she puked all over her own tits as my boyfriend unloaded all over her worthless face. We slap her heavy tits red, spit in her open cunt, and leave her there leaking from every hole, body shaking.rape phone sex fantasies

Yara Pays Up Or Else

I’m no stranger to home invasion phone sex fantasies, but this as different. I’m not exactly sure what wakes me, but when I come to, Mike is standing there- huge white cock tenting his sweats, practically pointing straight at me. My heart slams against my ribs and my traitorous pussy clenches in anticipation. I know why he’s here, so I don’t even ask. 

“When will your husband come back?” 

I ignore him, “I changed my mind,” I say, trying to pull the blanket up, but he rips it off, leaving me naked.

“Oh yeah?” He pulls his phone from his pocket, taps the screen a few times and my voice comes out of the speaker. It’s from last week when I begged him for an extra gram.  

“I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, Mike.” he mocks me, pushing his sweats and boxers off his hips, “Well, it’s time for me to get what I want. Now get on your knees and open your fucking mouth.”

My face burns but I slide down to the floor. His thick cock slaps my cheeks hard a couple times before he shoves it past my lips. “And you’d better suck it like you mean it, slut.” I gag as he fucks my throat, spit dripping down my chin onto my tits. He just holds my head and humps harder until he’s pumping my throat full of jizz. “That’s it, choke on this dick.”

He must’ve done a line of coke before he got here, because he’s still rock hard when he pulls out of my throat. He drags me onto the bed and flips me onto my stomach. Without warning he rams his cock into my pussy “Fuck, you’re tight for a married whore.” He starts pounding me deep, balls slapping my clit with every thrust. He doesn’t try to make it good for me, he just uses my cunt like a cocksleeve until he’s exploding inside me again.

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After a few minutes, he pulls out and presses the head of his dick against my asshole. 

“No, please-” 

Too late. 

He forces every inch into my ass while I scream into the pillow. “Shut up and take it, bitch” He wasn’t any gentler, plunging in and stretching out my asshole. “Gonna fill every hole with cum tonight.” He makes me spread my ass cheeks so he can pump his last load straight into my wrecked hole while he groans and growls like the animal he is. 

Hours later I woke to wet, rhythmic sounds. Marcus was lying right next to me in my bed, phone in one hand, cock in the other. The screen showed him railing me from behind, my face twisted in pain and pleasure. He groaned as he watched himself destroy my ass on video, stroking faster. “Morning, cumdump. Thought you’d like to see my new favorite video. You think your husband will like it?”

Bondage phone sex gets extreme when I’m tied up

Bondage phone sexBondage phone sex and snuff, go hand in hand. As the knots are cinched tight, I can feel the weight of the guy plowing me from behind. It’s a long rotation of cock fucking my tied up pussy.

The men who will desecrate me bring me to the brink of delirium.

The ropes are my prison, my shackles to a world where all I know is pain.
I need cock to plunge into me so I can feel something. These guys are going to ruin me, totally rutted out and ruined just like I fucking deserve.

Time loses all meaning as I’m passed from man to man, each one leaving their mark upon my ravaged flesh. I’ve been tied up for hours, and I don’t know when I will be free.

The girl before me couldn’t hang on as long as I could. She broke halfway during her fuck torture, so she wasn’t able to play anymore. They fucked her to the grave and beyond. If I hold on longer, just a few more hours, I know I won’t be a dead Snuff sex slave like her.

Snuff Sex is Underrated Fun for Women Like Me

snuff sexI think a lot of things are overrated but not snuff sex. In fact, I think that might be underrated. Nothing I enjoy more than fucking a deserving accomplice or victim. Or even fucking my victim right before I kill him. Some people call me a black widow. But that’s not the appropriate word. I don’t poison men or otherwise kill them for financial gain. I kill them because they deserve to die. Perhaps praying mantis makes more sense. Apparently, the female praying mantis bites the head off her lover during postcoital Bliss.

Now I don’t fuck victims often. If I find you completely annoying or a predator of goth girls, I just cock tease you to get you to my place. I don’t fuck you. Occasionally, though a woman hires me to kill some man who did her wrong. I take the job and I take the money. And I judge for myself if the person truly deserves to die.

This lady reached out to me on the darknet because she needed an accomplice phone sex partner. More like she needed a hired assassin. Ex-husband bleeding her dry. Blackmailing her for something that happened as a teen girl. She’s a high-powered criminal defense lawyer. And she fell in love with a con man. I did my research. Traced his IP address and all sorts of other things and found a long list of women scorned. He’s like that Tinder swindler.

Even a Sadistic Bitch Has Sexual Needs Too

He deserved to die. But what a fucking waste of a cock. And if you know me, you know, I don’t say that lightly. Sex does not drive me as much as vengeance and justice and pure rage does. So normally I don’t think about fucking a victim. I don’t need sex as often as the average person because snuff is my sex. Torture and murder arouse me. The dark things in this world that I enjoy satisfies me in ways sex cannot.

I broke into his place while my client fucked a coworker for an alibi. We only communicated once on the dark web. But after that, all communication went through burner cells or in person. Nothing to link her to me. I killed him. But I needed to stage it as a home invasion gone wrong to throw suspicion off this as a crime of passion. I’ve studied criminology and I understand crime scenes. Perhaps you could say I clean them up for a living because I never leave any trace of me.

But after I stabbed him, his cock sprung to life. Totally erect as he took his last breath. Looked to be the size of my forearm. So, I hopped on and took a ride. Used him like a suction cup dildo. The sounds of him asphyxiating on his own blood made my Goth cunt wet. Technically he died before I finished. But that cock stayed hard. Rigamortus maybe. Doubtful though since that usually occurs about an hour after death.

Sometimes a Dead Dick is a Terrible Thing to Waste

But I fucked up. Left my DNA on his dead dick. So, I needed to cut his cock and his balls off so I could clean my crime scene. And doing that would make it look like a personal kill. But his man scammed women for decades. So, I knew there would be ample suspects in his brutal death. Because of my mistake, I ended up giving this guy castration phone sex postmortem. And the CSI team would know that because of the lack of blood splatter.

Was not the murder I intended, but at the end of the day this sadistic Goth chick still has need. Just because I don’t do relationships doesn’t mean I don’t fuck. I gave half the money back to my client and explained what happened. Then I kind of spun it and left a few details out.

But I showed her my findings about all the women he swindled out of big bucks bankrupting several of them. Although I do not want an innocent woman behind bars, I know no evidence will ever leak them to this crime scene. I felt confident that although there might be a lot of suspects, the investigators wouldn’t be able to pin this murder on one of the many disgruntled women who would want this fucker dead.

I went home and fed his dick to my Rottweiler. She devoured it like one of those big turkey legs. Whatever it takes to dispose of the evidence. Even when I steer off path, no crime has yet to be linked to me for a reason. Because I’m good at what I do.

Evil Phone sex had my boyfriend destroying her shithole while I snuffed the old hag out

Evil phone sex when evil phone sexthat crabby old cunt never saw it coming. We slammed her hot old ass down in the basement, her tits flopping as I tied her up tight ropes biting into her bony wrists and ankles, spreading those cheeks wide open. Time to wreck your worthless shithole, bitch, as my boyfriend whipped out his fat cock! She screamed like a stuck pig when he rammed it balls deep into her dry, virgin asshole. No lube, just raw tearing. Her tight old ring ripped wide, blood and shit smearing on his shaft as he pounded her guts. Fuuuuck yes feel that, you miserable cumrag! I laid there playing with my cunt as he was slamming her harder! Her screams turned to pathetic gurgles while I choked her scrawny neck, her face turning purple. He reamed her shithole mercilessly stretching, destroying, prolapse starting to push out around his cock with every brutal thrust. Bloody ass mucus coated his cock as he skull-fucked her bowels, her bound body jerking like a broken fucktoy. I spit on her tear-streaked face, and he kept raping that ruined asshole, her asshole spasaming and tearing further. We are gonna snuff you while he flood your guts, old hag! Her eyes rolled back as I crushed her windpipe. One final violent thrust and he exploded pumping loads of hot cum straight into her shredded shithole, overflowing with blood and shit. She twitched and shit  herself as she snuffed out, his cock still buried deep in her corpse ass. Perfect end for a crabby old cunt.

Snuff Porn on the 4th of July

snuff pornHe wanted to make the Fourth of July snuff porn. So, he hired me. We met in a chat room on the darknet. And you would be surprised about the things people plot there. This man does not live anywhere near me. But he paid for my travel. He wanted me to fly but that puts me on the radar. This man appears filthy rich. He married a stripper in Vegas 10 years ago and now understands what he made a huge mistake.

He found out she drugged him that night and manipulated him into marrying her. Turns out she has a boyfriend in Vegas and they’re just waiting for this old guy to die. Or maybe he thinks they plan to kill him. He’s super rich. It sounded to me like he best get to her before she gets to him. It would look more suspicious if he died because she stands to gain financially from his death. The only reason he would kill her would be for revenge because he never even took a life insurance policy out on her.

When you hire me as your killer phone sex bitch for hire, I need all the details so I can plot the murder. Since I’m skilled at hacking too, I got into her emails. This bitch encrypts her email which told me she wanted to hide something. She appeared to have a lot of potential enemies. She screws over wealthy men with honey traps. Looks like her little boyfriend back in Vegas doesn’t seem happy with her either. Perfect. A lot of suspects other than my client.

A Killer for Hire Takes Care of Everything to Keep You Safe

Took me a few days to plot her demise. I decided to go with overkill. That would give it a more personal touch. I did it while my client went out of town for business, giving him an airtight alibi. I disarmed the security system and broke into the house. But the bitch was not alone. The audacity of this gold digger. Soon as her husband leaves town she sneaks in a lover. Whore. Well, I guess I needed to kill two people.

I tossed around the idea of making it look like a home invasion gone wrong, but I decided to make it look more personal. So, I didn’t steal a single thing. But I did make it look like I broke into the place instead of walking right in the front door. Although I do like to play with my food, which means I like the torture sex to linger, I needed to execute them quickly. I also needed to make it look personal. So, I stabbed them to death. I sprayed puffer fish poison in their face to immobilize them. You must know what you’re looking for and it’s not standard to look for that in an autopsy.

The World Seems to Have Too Many Gold-Digging Whores

The corner would just think I caught them by surprise. And I doubt they would ever think that a 5’2 Goth girl could do this much damage. By the time I finished stabbing them, my guess they suffered at least 100 stabbed wounds each. It turned into a bloody fucking massacre. And so, I got something out of it more than money. I stabbed the girl’s cunt too. But I never leave any DNA. My client will try to call his wife a few times before panicking when she never responds. He will then call a neighbor to go check on her and the neighbor will find a bloody fucking mess.

The world needs fewer gold diggers. And I’m sorry that the guy became collateral damage, but when you lay with dogs you get fleas. This will be a high-profile murder. But I took all the necessary precautions to leave no DNA and a long list of suspects. But my client was in a different state in front of a lot of work associates when his gold-digging wife took her last breath. He will be a suspect, but if he plays it cool, it will all pass.

So, who do you want dead in your life? What kind of trouble can you and I get into?

I Can Be a Gangbang Rape Porn Star without Even Looking for It

gangbang rape pornSometimes I end up a gangbang rape porn star when I’m not even trying. And it happens more than I care to admit. Just something about me, I guess, screams come force fuck me. One of our neighbors experienced a house fire recently. And of course, I saw it happening because I was up late talking dirty. I immediately called 911. And I put on my housecoat to see if I could help.

Luckily a minor fire. They will need a new kitchen and back porch, but most of the house seems OK. And I met some of the firemen putting out the fire. And I recognized one as a friend of my stepson. Not a man I like. His heart seems to pump evil.

The next day, I took the family some food to be neighborly. When I got back home about 30 minutes later, I found six fireman in my living room. They must’ve been watching me. I knew when I recognized that boy, I was in trouble. I’ve been his ass rape porn star before. And I never got anything out of it besides a sore or even prolapsed asshole. This guy just takes what he wants. I don’t even get any cocaine or a little bit of cash out of it. And he brought reinforcements this time.

Sometimes When I Don’t Even Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

Don’t fireman take some oath of honor or something. How could they just show up at my place to force fuck me. What if my husband had been home or my boys. Perhaps they thought of all that before they planned this attack.

That pit in my stomach went off and I tried to run for the back sliding door. They grabbed me by my hair, started ripping my clothes off and they turned violent. They choked and smacked me too. One of them even spit in my face.

The fireman I knew forced my head down on one of his friend’s big black cock. That thing felt like a monster cock, so it gagged me until I puked. The guy whose dick I puked on, didn’t seem too thrilled either so he forced me to lick it up. And it felt like all I could do to not puke again. I just told myself they’re on lunch break and I prayed for a fire that would call them back to duty ending this forced gangbang.

Six Men Meant I Did Not Stand a Chance if I Fought

They took turns using me. Degrading me, smacking me, and of course fucking all my holes as hard as they could. They laughed at me the entire time. Told me I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them. And that was true. Nothing I could do would stop six strong men from exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with me.

I know that hour went fast to them, but it seemed like a month of torture to me. When they left, it looked like they doused me in a firehose of cum. What were the odds is what the one fireman I knew kept saying to me. He couldn’t believe that he saw his favorite old whore on a job site. He took it as fate. And he smacked my face, put his hand around my throat and told me I better be more hospitable when he returns tomorrow with some different coworkers. Oh joy. Something to look forward to. That’s sarcasm if you can’t tell. I guess my lesson here is not to be neighborly again.

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Kidnapping Phone Sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex fantasies because the neighbors know I’m a hot young girl living alone.

Who wouldn’t want to break in to kidnap a cute little slut and take me home with you?

You could tie me to your bedposts and force me to be your little fuck hole you get to breed every night.

Tell me I’m just a worthless whore that no one is going to look for!

No one will suspect that you chained me to your bed, forcing me to be your little breeding pig for you and all your friends.

Let them come over and watch as they gangbang me.

I’ll be completely at your mercy, getting fucked raw in every hole I have!

I promise to be a good whore for you and take cock no matter what!

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Goth teen phone sex I’m that dark little slut

Goth teen phone sex with a dark dirty slut I’m the one that gets off on hearing a bitch scream! I had an itch the other day to watch a cute little blonde squirm and squeal and my boyfriend knew it! He pleasantly pleased me when he came home with a young teen blonde with huge tits! Which I fucking loved smacking, punching, pinching, and biting while he buried his cock deep in her sweet cunt and tight little asshole! She squealed and cried so loud which made my evil cunt drip so wet! I have the perfect thing to shut this little bitch up and I straddle her face and drown her in my cunt juices. I fucking love the feel of the struggle beneath me her muffled cried and blocked of air way. Suffocating her with my pussy is a feeling you just can’t describe! Watching him stretch her holes while I rode her worthless face I came all over drowning that bitch in my nectar while he filled her gaping asshole up with his hot sticky load!goth teen phone sex

Snuff Sex is The Best Mind Melting Insidious Odd Pleasures

Snuff sex is the ultimate high for me; it’s like a game of cat and mouse. First, I spot you slinking through the shadows, a pathetic creature driven by your filthy urges. No doubt, you think you’re hunting prey tonight, but you’re the one being tracked.
So, I follow your scent—cheap cologne and desperation—as you creep along the alley walls. Ultimately, your fingers twitch, hungry for something you’ll never touch. Just one second, I let you believe you’re in control for a few more strides.
Then, I step out from behind the dumpster. Therefore, you freeze, eyes wide, mouth slack. Obviously, you recognize the danger in my smile, the death glint behind my dark irises.
Of course, I don’t speak. After all, words are wasted on vermin. Instead, I tilt my head, inviting you to follow. And you do—because losers always follow the promise of forbidden pleasure.
Behind the abandoned warehouse, I stop. Then, I turn to see you’re panting, hands shaking, cock already half-hard in your pants. In fact, I see the hunger in your eyes, the expectation of some quick fuck in the dark.
Poor thing. You have no idea what I have planned.
First, I wrap my gloved hand around your throat. As I squeeze lightly, enough to make your breath catch. Oh, you think it’s foreplay, I feel your pulse hammering against my palm.
Then I whisper the directive: You’re going to die tonight, a slow death, and you’re going to thank me for it.
Next, I drag my knife across your belt, slicing it clean. Therefore, your pants drop to your ankles. Ultimately, you’re exposed, shivering, and confused. So, I press the blade flat against your thigh, then slide it upward, drawing a thin line of blood.

Snuff Sex Where The Night is My Playground

Now, you hiss, but I clamp my other hand over your mouth.
Next, I force you to your knees. While your legs are tangled in your fallen pants, useless. So, I kick them away, leaving you naked from the waist down. As the cold concrete bites into your kneecaps. While circling around my prey, I can’t help but laugh.
After that, I pull a length of rope from my pocket. Loop it around your wrists, cinch them tight behind your back. Of course, you’re struggling, but I’ve already got you. Finally, I yank the rope upward, forcing your shoulders back, arching your spine.
Then I shove you forward onto your face. Your cheek scrapes against the gravel.
Finally, I plant my boot on the back of your neck. Then press down until your skull grinds into the pavement and the stiletto heel penetrates your inner ear.
Meanwhile, your muffled screams vibrate through the soles of my boots as the blood swarms from your head. Now, I lean close, lips brushing your ruptured ear. Ultimately, I deliver the final directive: I’m going to peel the flesh from your bones with my scalpel right here and now.
In fact, you’ll feel every nerve ending burn. Then, when you’re nothing but a raw, weeping mess, I’ll leave you here for the rats.
No sex. Just the hunt, the catch, and the slow, beautiful destruction.
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