Category: Home invasion phone sex

The worse date ever

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We matched! What a handsome guy I thought, looking at the notification on my screen. I alre dy knew he was because we took some classes together and he was really popular. ,I sho ld have known it was too good to be true. The gu  never even gave me a second look and made fun of my lack of curves. It did ‘t stop me from thinking maybe he had changed his standards and would give this slim girl with the crooked nose a chance. Call i  low self-esteem all you want, but when you live in a city that’s as fickle as the south beach, you know damn well that looks matter, but also, things are everchanging.  We ch ted for days, and he invited me over. I thou ht he was joking about his fascination withth bloody phone sex. When w  had our first date, he showed me tons of videos of snuff stuff. I thou ht he was pulling my leg, but then he cornered me and told me to get ready to bleed. All his friends wanted a piece of me.

Home Invasion Phone Sex

Home Invasion Phone Sex

Home invasion phone sex turns me on! I imagine you breaking into my home while I’m alone in my bedroom, legs spread eagle as I masturbate. My vibrator is buzzing and the porn I’m watching is loud and I’m too into fucking myself to notice you at the door, watching me. You charge inside, and pounce on me, grabbing me by the hair and telling me not to scream while you hold a knife to my throat. I obey as you take a finger and start rubbing my wet cunt. I’m still aroused, so I writhe and moan a little at your touch. Your hard cock is practically bursting out of your pants and you tell me to take it out and suck it. I hesitate and you grab my hair harder and threaten me. It’s a massive 14″ and thick in diameter; way to big for me to take. I start kissing your balls, then work my way up your shaft to the tip of your cock. I slide you into my mouth hesitantly, but you–impatient–shove your cock in my throat, making me gag. You throat fuck me violently, calling me a filthy whore as I spit up on your dick, making you fuck my throat harder. You pull out of my mouth and pounce on me, violently shoving your oversized cock in my pussy, making me take it. I scream in pain, it hurts so badly and you’re bottoming out in me! My screams arouse you even more and you fuck me even harder, tearing my labia and making me bleed. You bite my breast, completely taking off a nipple and spit it back in my face before turning me over to force yourself into my ass as I try and fight you off. I cry as you split me open and beg you to stop…but you don’t stop until my gaping whole is filled with blood and your cum, which you make me suck off your cock. You threaten me not to tell because you know where I live and promise that you’ll be back night after night to take my ass and pussy again. I’m secretly delighted, almost as much as I am terrified. 

Strangulation Phone Sex Bind Torture Kill

The final for me was the Strangulation phone sex he had with me. I was the victim of a serial killer but it was different with me. I was not so easily destroyed. After so many fake parts to me and all the resurrections of my snuff whore body.

It was after he invaded my apartment while I was passed out…. I was passed out with so many chemical substances flowing through me that much of what he did to me… Nothing  phased me. After all I have been stabbed and cut up countless times with full consent. The fact that I was moaning with pleasure and being excited did not hone well with him.

So after he spent so much energy trying to torture me. Stabbing with knives and cutting into my flesh he got sexual. He fucked me with a hunting knife in my stretched whore cunt and that just made me cum. I squirted all over it and he grabbed my bedside corded phone.

At first I though he would take and smash the heavy base on my head… Or worse even smash up my face. It’s an 80’s model princess phone I had for taking calls for the novelty of it. But he just called my line and started to direct me to be screaming cunt for him. Oh, I forgot to mention he wanted screams and just got moans in real life. However, on the phone he said scream bitch and so I just had to scream. As I was taking his call screaming he hung up while I was still screaming and begging.

Strangulation Phone Sex was going to be my end…

The outcome he considered best, as a serial killer was the horror. He got pleasure, well I got pleasure and he got to hear that. But he came behind me and wrapping the curly cord of the receiver around my neck and the receiver shoved in my bleeding ripped up cunt.

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Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies Can Cum True

home invasion phone sexI have home invasion phone sex fantasies. Do you? I love being a dirty mommy. Anyone breaking into my house might not know what a mommy whore I am. They quickly find out though. In this sexy home invasion fantasy call I did last night, a home intruder found me naked in bed with my two sons. My assailant dragged us out of bed at gun point and made my boys do things to me. They called me all sorts of names like whore and bitch. While a gun was pointed to my head, my home intruder forced my boys to fuck me. He wanted them to piss on me, even spit on me. He encouraged them to call me names too. Soon, this home invasion fantasy turned into a gangbang rape porn directed by a masked intruder. He got off on forcing my boys to degrade me and treat me like a cock sleeve. I was pleading with my boys and my masked intruder to not hurt me, but my boys were getting off on abusing me too. The intruder was that devil on their shoulders telling them to nail their mommy whore. If he had not discovered me naked in bed with two teenage boys, he would not have known what a taboo mommy whore I am. Once he found out though he wanted to change my sons from good boys to mommy’s abusers. He told them to fist my holes. He had them piss in my mouth. He even had them smack me around a bit too. I was crying. Not from the pain and humiliation. I can handle that. It was the fact that some masked intruder was turning my angels against me. He made my sweet mommy’s boys aggressive abusers. It was a hot taboo fantasy phone sex call.  What kind of taboo fantasies do you have?

So You Want Me To Get Rid Of Her….

Accomplice Phone Sex After we fucked this morning, you told me that you want me to help you get rid of your wife. My cold dark heart warmed only for the briefest of moment, my cunt throbbed at the idea. I told you that I have some friends who are criminals, black guys who need the money and would do it with enthusiasm. What I didn’t tell you was that I asked them to force fuck her first right in front of you. When I arrived with my friends, we grabbed your young step daughter and dragged her up the stairs, I ripped off her nighty to check out her worthless body. My three friends got to work pulling your wife out of bed and taking her clothes off. I jumped on top of you, pulling out your dick and jacking you slowly while they had fun with your wife. She screamed so loud when the first cock slid in her cunt, I started sucking your cock while you watched them pass her around. Helping you snuff her and make all your gang rape fantasies come true was the best gift any cold-hearted slut could ever receive.

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No Place Like Someone Else’s Home for the Holidays

Home invasion phone sex

There’s nothing like home invasion phone sex for the holidays!  I like Christmas just as much as the next brainwashed consumer, but do you really think I’m going to spend all of my time and money decorating and and doing my place up for the season?  Of course I’m not but I don’t want to deny myself cheer and merriment and all of that bullshit.  That’s why, every December, I find a fun little family to hold hostage and use to create the Christmas that I’ve always wanted, the Christmas I never had.

It’s never hard to get into a place, I just use my door to door hunting tactic.  I go from house to house early in the month under the guise of giving out free advent calendars to families in the area.  I don’t mess with the ones who simply take the calendars graciously and send me on my way.  Their reward for being both nice and cautious is their lives, though they’ll probably never realize that they had won anything other than a festive box full of chocolates.  The first bunch of suckers to ask me if I’d like to come in out of the cold and drink hot cocoa with them, they’re my mark.  Nice, maybe, but not very smart.  Not very smart, at all.

When you go into an unfamiliar dwelling and the inhabitants are right in front of you, you have to be very inconspicuous with how you case the place.  I’m always sure that everyone in the family is present before I let myself loose, I don’t want any surprise brothers or sisters popping up mere hours into my plan and ruining everything.  A quick glance at the family photos hanging on the walls does it.  Once everyone has gathered and we’re enjoying one another’s company over hot cups of chocolatey goodness, I let them all know that I have more to give them than advent calendars.  Indeed, I have some really bad things in store for them for the holidays.

Mom and Dad will always react in one of two ways when I tell them I’m there to make sure their Christmas is hell, scoff or laugh.  Both responses are met with a ball peen hammer to the hand so they know I’m serious.  Everyone will scream, some of them will try to run.  To get quick control, I wrap Dad up in a choke hold, whip out my straight razor and tell everyone I’ll slit his throat if they move one more muscle or let out the tiniest of peeps.  Show the family that Dad is powerless against you and they’re all yours.

I have the offspring bind their parents, without variation.  I force the boy or boys to perform fellatio on their father and jack off all over their mother’s face while the girl or girls and I watch.  For days, the parents, bound the entire time, get violated and penetrated by their sons while the daughters and I watch.  After a week or so, through our many talks and shared observations, the girls start to understand my reasoning behind creating the ultimate suffering in their parents.  Stockholm syndrome at its finest.  A couple of weeks into the holiday hostage situation and they’re barking out orders and torturing their parents just like I would.  Even give their brothers some heavy handed treatment without any suggestion on my part.  It’s kind of crazy how it always works out in the same manner, as though I’ve tapped into some psychological nerve of fucked up families that lets me play them all like puppets.  That’s the best Christmas present I could ever get. 

Of course I have to off the whole clan when I’m done.  I like to do it by the new year, start the next one out fresh, but sometimes I have a little too much fun with my holiday families and stick around well into January.  The sister I befriended this year is crazy as hell, she’s going to kill her mom before Christmas even gets here if I don’t cool her out a little.  I guess worse things could happen, but I want her to be around to get her big present… watching her very own dear little ones tear their father to pieces as he screams and cries and begs for mercy.

 

Fantasy Phone Sex Lines Let You Explore Your Darkest Thoughts

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex lines like mine let you explore your dark side. There is nothing illegal about our thoughts. I love talking to perverts who like naturally bald pussies. I talked to a guy late last night who was driving around in his car peeking into people’s windows. He had some wicked home invasion fantasies that got my pussy wet thinking about being his accomplice. He went by this one house with a huge bay window. He could see the family in the living room. He described an idyllic family, like something straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. When I was a little girl, I always wished I had that kind of family. He described a pretty mom with a handsome husband and what appeared to be fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. They were likely still school age. He parked across the side of the road and called me for a home invasion phone sex fantasy while he jacked off watching the family he was fantasizing about. That really turned me on. We pretended that I was with him. It was dark, but it was early still. We pretended that the family he was jacking off to was asleep. We broke in through the basement door. My partner shot the husband. His blood and brain matter splattered on his wife who was now screaming. I dragged her out of bed and ripped her clothes off her body. I shoved her dirty panties in her mouth to muffle her cries. I tied her up so my partner could fuck her. I went and got the brats. I tied them up, but after I stripped them naked. We were going to explore our rape phone sex fantasies for those young teens. My partner fucked the wife, then he came to help me fuck the son and the daughter. It was a hot fantasy. And knowing that he was outside their home watching them and jacking his cock in his car made our role play even hotter.

Evil phone sex is best served up with a side of Torture!

Evil phone sexEvil phone sex is best served up with a side of Torture, good thing I as just as sick and demented as you! You grab a fist full of my hair and throw me to the ground. “You are so fucking worthless! You are my sex slave, and you will obey me!” You hiss as you drag me across the room by my hair. You toss me on the bed and rip my shirt in half exposing my nice round tits and my hard pink nipples.

“Well look at that someone is excited!” you say with an eerie smile on your face. you grab a pair of nipple clamps that are attached in the middle by a chain. You open them and let them snap shut on my nipples as I try to stifle my scream. The mixture of pain and pleasure is so intoxicating, and my pretty little pussy started to drip for you. You push me to my knees and make my start sucking that cock. It is rock hard and I’m just hoping this will brighten your mood, but no such luck. You rip my head back by my hair as you say, “Ok my little sex slave it’s really time to play!”

You grab the nipple claps and twist and tug on them hard and sharp while take three fingers and slide them up and down my tight wet slit. “You seem pretty excited for someone who is about to be tortured all night” You spit as you forcefully ram your fist deep in my cunt without warning. I let out a shriek and you grabbed my throat and strangled me hard. My vision started to close, and I felt myself going limp before the sting of a back hand brought me back to reality. “Where do you think you are going whore?! I need you to experience all of this pain! You cannot pass out yet! The fun hasn’t even begun yet!” You laugh as you pull out rope a spreader, paddles a flog and an array of sharp items. You grab a torch and a brand and start to light it up. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m only going to brand that ass, so you never forget who it belongs too. Then after that I’m going to have hours and hours of fun with you! Buckle up little slut! It’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

Babysitter Phone Sex with Layla

Babysitter Phone Sex

 

One of my favorite movies is “When a Stranger Calls.” The voice at the end of the line that harasses the babysitter during the movie gets me nice and wet. It’s so deep and mysterious! This scenario is an integral part of my recurring babysitter phone sex fantasy. While I’m babysitting, I keep getting calls from a stranger and though I try to ignore it at first, I become increasingly terrified by him. Eventually I call the police who trace the call and determine it’s coming from inside the house, but at that point, it’s too late…the intruder has found me and have to run and hide. I hide under the bed in one of the guest bedrooms and try to control my breathing. He wanders into the bedroom and he nearly misses me, until my watch alarm goes off reminding me to take my meds. He quickly grabs me by the legs and pulls me from under the bed. I’m screaming, crying and kicking and he punches the back of my head. He angrily rips my leggings and panties off and buries my face into the carpet while he pulls out his cock and shoves it forcefully in my ass. This makes me scream louder and he pushes my head deeper into the carpet to muffle me, angrily force fucking my ass as my nose bleeds. He calls me names—stupid bitch, whore—and tells me about how he’s going to slit my throat, fuck the wound, defile my corpse and throw me into a woodchipper so he can feed me to his pigs. I love the feeling of being powerless and at someone else’s mercy. I imagine him dragging the blade of his knife across my jugular and feeling the warm blood trickle down my neck at the exact moment I cum. I then imagine watching him have sex with my lifeless body as my spirit watches on from the corner. Torture babysitter phone sex sure does make me horny!

Home Invader Molests Me and Uses Me Like a Cock Whore

Home Invasion Phone Sex

 

You sneak into my house. I’m not sure why you chose to break in. Did you want money? A place to hide? I’m not sure because you came behind me, covered my mouth and told me that if I screamed you would shoot me in the head. I complied and did not scream as you put a blindfold on my eyes, gagged me with a sock and tied my hands behind my back. You led me to my couch where you molested my tits, rubbing them and sucking on them. This is what you wanted all along, to use my body like a fuck toy. I try to get away, but you pinch my nipples hard, so I won’t move. You move all the way down to my skirt and rip it off. You molest my cunt, telling me that I’m a stupid little whore for not screaming while I had the chance. Of course, I was; I deserve to have this happen to me. You pulled out your cock and shoved it into my pussy. I cried out that it hurt, but it only made you assault me harder. By the time you cum into me, you have completely destroyed my pussy. I ask to be let go, but you say you have other plans. You say that I will be your eternal cock slave as you hold me prisoner in my own home!