Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Suffocation phone sex because maybe it’s my time to die

Suffocation phone sex Suffocation phone sex scares the hell out of me. I guess it’s because I was recently used for a brutal fantasy.

My Master Daddy made me wear this dirty schoolgirl uniform; I think it came from one of his victims. I put on the crusty uniform and met him in the garage.

His eyes were wild, hungry to defile my whore cunt.

Donning my schoolgirl getup – the short pleated skirt, white blouse, and knee-high socks- I surrendered myself to him.

He was in a mood, wild-eyed and high out of his mind. He bent me over and fucked me hard, but it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t satisfied with simply violating my wet pussy that day. No, he had a different plan in store. Master Daddy fucked me senseless, but he needed something extra to get balls empty. That evil man wrapped a clear plastic bag over my face and fucked me even harder.

The bag is sealed so tight! The world went black, suffocating oxygen from my lungs as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. My mind reeled; primal terror and pain. Was this the moment I was perfectly, brutally snuffed?

All I remember is blackness. I think I was between worlds at that point. I felt so at ease, like I was ready to let go of being a Snuff sex whore, but then a bright light and his cock ripped the plastic from my mouth. He fucked me awake; I guess I’ll always be a slave to Master Daddy!

Home Invasion Phone Sex Is So Daring and Actually Happened

The thrill of a home invasion phone sex intrusion always starts with that first creak of the door. And it’s a sound that makes my pulse race and my pussy clench in anticipation.
Consequently, I freeze, letting the fear wash over me. And I hear heavy footsteps echo through the hallway.
Then, the mask slips open, revealing hungry eyes that lock onto mine. Now, I know exactly what’s coming.
Soon enough, rough hands shove me onto the bed. Then they tear my clothes away. And their cocks spring free instantly. So thick and ready.
Before I can catch my breath, one rams into my ass. Thus he stretches’ me wide with a brutal thrust. Therefore, I gasp and moan almost simultaneously.
Meanwhile, another forces his shaft into my mouth. And is gagging me as they take turns pounding my holes relentlessly.
Eventually, the pain melts into a raw, blinding pleasure. Primarily as they fuck me harder. Then these men take me deeper, until I feel something tear inside.
In the end, the final thrust drives so deep it ruptures my inner walls. And blood spills onto the sheets as they pull out.
Thus leaving me a broken, used-up mess on the bed. The camera captures every convulsion. And every last twitch of my destroyed ass.
So, a perfect snuff scene that satisfies my darkest cravings has been made.
Home Invasion Phone Sex

Leaving My Mark With Knife Play Phone Sex

knife play phone sexI ordered more knives today for my knife play phone sex calls. I go through them quite a bit as I have a carving fetish leaving my signature mark in men and women and little brats after I use them for my pleasure.  There is something that makes my cunt start watering seeing that sharp knife pierce the skin opening up that flesh.  Watching the flesh open up is kind of like a cunt opening up from a slit and seeing that pinkness in the pussy start popping up.

The flesh is the same. I love the flesh of humans and the warmth in the blood makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. When you pierce the skin more like a dagger, you will see the blood squirting out all over like a cunt squirts when a cock has been penetrating that fuck hole over and over. Brutally slamming it in and out at a pace that seems to be like a race for time.  Only this is just an owner of the cock taking out every single frustration felt in that time through his hard penis slamming into the deep dark hole that is the woman’s cunt.  Yes the blood squirts like the womanly juices produced from a nice ol’ fashion fucking.

My thing is I like carvnig my signature X on their bodies with a Heart and a D. I leave my mark when they encounter me. Sometimes I’m carving on a cunt, some of my favorite works of art are on a woman’s cunt. I like to drug them up so they are passed out and then I can really get those carvings deep.

I’ll carve on the cocks and balls of guys I fuck too.  Sometimes even an ass. When I run out of time, I skip the genitals all together and have been known to do it right on a face, I could really give a fuck! It just makes my cunt explode seeing the mutilation phone sex i create from my sick evl twisted mind!

Stephanie gets snuffed out

evil phone sex

The strange man dragged me into the basement by my hair. I could feel my scalp tearing as I kicked and fought against his grip. He bashed my face into the floor, busting my lip and smashing out a few of my teeth. Blood dripped from my mouth while his rough hands tore my clothes off.He ripped my shirt first, exposing my tits.

I was already bruised and scrapped up from fighting against him.

Next was my skirt. After tearing it from my body, he took a knife and sliced my panties off. He forced my legs apart and shoved his dick into my pussy. I cried and screamed as he pounded into my cunt. He gripped a hand around my throat and squeezed so hard that my tongue stuck out from my mouth. I couldn’t breathe and could barely move.

I clawed at his hand around my throat but couldn’t get free from his grip. My face turned blue and then purple as he squeezed harder and tighter. Spit and blood hung from my mouth in slimy strings. My head slammed against the ground with everything thrust but he didn’t care.

He finally blew his load in me and then loosened his grip. I laid there slowly coming back into consciousness until he wrapped a belt around my neck and pulled it as tightly as he could. My entire body shook violently as he strangled the life out of me.

I could feel my eyes bulging from the sockets as the belt cut into my throat. My bladder released and urine puddled underneath me as my body went into convulsions. I eventually went limp and only then did he release the belt around my neck and let my body fall to the ground.

I landed on the ground with a dull thud as he vanished into the world like nothing ever happened.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies My Son Explores with His Fists and My Body

violent phone sexMy son gives me coke to explore his violent phone sex fantasies on camera. He live streams our “Beat Mommy Beautiful” sessions. The best son ever. But I’m his cash cow. Our live violent sessions bring him a lot of money. And I do with him what I do for snuff directors. I traded my fuck holes and my dignity for some cocaine.

No drug dealer sells better coke than my son. He let me snort some lines off his dick. We call it my skinny powder. It truly is the best weight loss drug. And I knew when I saw all the camera equipment set up, we were doing a live session. My son refers to me as his violent muse. I bring out the best in him. Perhaps the worst in him too.

One of these days, I know our live stream will turn into a snuff porn. He might go too far one time and really crack my skull. After some coke, he shoved his cock and his balls in my mouth at the same time. Didn’t ease it in. Just shoved it in without warning and started to choke me as he skull fucked me. He took off his belt and put it around my neck. But first, he spit in my face and he tightened that belt which made my eyes bug out as I worshiped his cock and balls.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He spat on my face and punched me a few times as the chimes rolled in. Anytime I hear a chime from his computer, I know one of his viewers tipped us. My son pays attention to what gets the most tips and that’s usually breaking most of the bones in my body. My boy loves me. He would never hurt my sniffer. As I began convulsing on his cock, he released the belt so I could breathe.

He pushed me on the floor. I laid on the floor naked in only my high heels, and he started kicking me while I was down. Kicks to my ribs. He even kicked me in the pussy a few times. I’m essentially a bag of bones. So, it’s easy to destroy me. But with the best coke, I always heal.

While I laid there in pain on the floor, my son shoved the bowl of cocaine in my face so that I would snort. Cocaine appears to be the best pain med. My son came towards me with a dental spreader, which he put in my mouth. He wanted to see if he could turn my mouth into one big fuck hole. And of course he did. He pushed his cock into my gaped mouth and fucked me some more. He pissed down my throat and, on my face, too. And the chimes poured in.

My Son Made Me His Cash Cow

He dragged me by the hair across the room. I felt like a human mop. But I’m so many things. A human cum receptacle, a fleshlight, a cock puppet, a punching bag and a mommy whore.  He tied my arms behind my back and hoisted me in the air by my tits. Yes, you read that correctly. He’s suspended me in air by my tits. It felt like my nipples might rip off my body. I could see them already turning dark purple

Because of my history with my son, I assumed he would just go Mike Tyson on me for a little bit. Treat my body like a boxing bag. But instead, he turned me into a human piñata. He took a baseball bat and started cracking it on my face, tits, ribs, and back. He avoided my nose, but he covered every inch of me with that baseball bat. And the chimes became deafening.

While my son used me as his punching bag, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. And he hit that hard too with the baseball bat. My son appeared in a mood. A torture sex mood. While my ass dangled on the outside of my body, my son took a ziptie to it. That’s how he turns it into his fleshlight. I could feel my prolapse swelling up as he hit it a few times with the baseball bat. It felt like he channeled that carnival game whack a mole.

A Mother’s Job Includes Doing Anything Her Son Needs

While still suspended in air by my nipples and a ziptie around my prolapsed asshole, my son decided to fuck my ass. He loves the little fleshlight that my prolapsed asshole becomes from the ziptie. While he fucked me, it turned into his cock sleeve. He punched my back and my sides. Luckily, I could still snort some cocaine to dull the pain. My son eventually cut me down from where I dangled. I fell to the floor with a thud. And just when I thought it all might be over, he decided to bend me like a pretzel so he could fuck my fourth hole. According to him, it’s my only tight hole that remains.

He used a speculum to spread me like the Grand Canyon. And that exposed my pee hole. So, he shoved his cock in my bladder balls deep. He calls this mommy son bonding time. He pushed my little bird’s legs behind my head, exposing that fourth hole he loves so much. And he just kept fucking it. Pissing in it and filling it with cum too. Ouch.

Sometimes, My Son Hits Me So Hard it Scrambles My Bird Brain

My son put his cock balls deep in my urethra while he pinned me to the floor like a pretzel. Every awkward position you can imagine my son put me in. Eventually, he pulled out of my pee hole and tried to suffocate me on his cock again. I guess I didn’t suck his cock with enough enthusiasm. So, he tossed me across the room repeatedly while tied up. And joked that he broke his mommy.

Eventually, he filled my shit hole up with his cock snot. My prolapsed asshole swelled up like a balloon. As he pounded my rosebud, he drilled my skinny body into the floor. And he saw a chance to ram my head onto the floor some more. No doubt he scrambled some of my brains. Since some cock snot still dripped from his cock, he shoved his dick down my throat, making me taste my own ass on his cock.

At least I have time to heal with some good cocaine until he needs another live session. I’ll be nursing my sore holes with some of the best blow around until then. Sometimes a mother’s job includes being her son’s punching bag and cash cow.

Post Orgasm Torture Sex With Yara

My wrists are secured in ropes, arms pinned to my sides and fastened to the ceiling beam. My legs are spread, ankles tied to floor rings so I can’t close them. An anal plug sits thick and heavy inside me, stretching my shithole without mercy. A wand vibrator is being pressed directly against my clit.

Master sits at the table eating his sandwich. He watches me while my hips jerk and my pussy spasms around nothing. The vibrator hums on its lowest setting, just enough to keep me on the edge without pushing me over. Every few minutes he reaches over and clicks the remote up one notch until eventually the first orgasm rips through me without warning, sudden and sharp. My cunt clenches hard, juices dripping down my spread thighs. I moan, loud and broken.

He doesn’t stop eating. He just watches the wet spot grow on the floor beneath me.

Another click. The vibrations intensify. My clit throbs, swollen and oversensitive. The second orgasm hits faster, my whole body seizing. I scream this time. My hips buck wildly, trying to escape the relentless buzzing, but there’s nowhere to go. The anal plug shifts inside me with every spasm, pressing against the thin wall between my holes.

I beg for him to turn it off, to give me just the smallest reprieve, but he ignores me. The third orgasm builds before the second fully fades. My clit feels raw, every pulse of the vibrator like an electric shock straight into my nerves. My pussy gushes again, a fresh flood running down my legs. My vision blurs. I’m babbling now, begging, promising anything if he’ll just give me a break. He ignores every word.

Torture sex

When his plate is empty, he reaches for the half-full glass bottle of ice-cold coke on the table. He drains the last few swallows, then stands and walks over to me. He presses the rounded base against my entrance, and I flinch. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pushes.

The bottle is wider than any cock I’ve had. My pussy resists for a second, then yields with a wet sound.  I cry out, the sensation alien and overwhelming. It’s not warm, not soft, not alive. It’s just hard and practically splitting me open. He works it deeper, hitting a sensitive spot inside me. My cunt flutters around it, trying to adjust.

He starts fucking me with it  until the neck is almost disappearing, then pulls it back until only the rim catches at my entrance. Each thrust forces a wet, squelching sound from my soaked cunt. My walls clench involuntarily, trying to grip the smooth surface, but there’s no give.

He leaves the anal plug in. Every time he drives the bottle deep, the plug shifts too. The stretch is almost too much. My clit is still buzzing, the vibrator still in place, and another orgasm crashes over me before I can brace for it. My pussy spasms around the glass, trying to push it out, but Master just pushes it back in harder.

I’m sobbing and begging him to just give me a break, but he doesn’t answer. He just keeps fucking me with the bottle, watching me while my cunt convulses around something that has no business being inside me. My thighs are soaked. The vibrator hasn’t stopped.

Another orgasm builds, cruel and inevitable, and I know he’s not stopping until he’s decided I’ve had enough.

Accomplice Whore Rena Helps Get Some Young Pussy

accomplice phone sexAs the snuff accomplice phone sexwhore, my job is to ensure that every client’s desires are met, no matter how depraved or taboo they may seem. Today’s request was particularly twisteda man wanted me to bring him a young girl for his pleasure. I knew exactly what he had in mind and wasn’t squeamish about it; after all, this kind of thing happens more often than you might think in our line of work.

I scoured through my network until I found someone suitable – an underage runaway with nowhere else to go who would do anything for money and drugs. She didn’t know she was being sold into sexual slavery but soon enough her innocence would be stripped away by the man waiting eagerly at home base camp location. His rock hard cock waiting for her tight little body to be handed to him basically on a silver platter. Like I had done for him to get off using little brats for as long as I’ve known him. I got her fucked up to make using her a breeze. She was in and out of being coherent.

. The girl sat nervously between us, not knowing what fate awaited her but too high on drugs to care much about it at this point. I stripped her down naked.  She looked like a little whore, her tight cunt ready to be manhandled by my man.

“Alright sweetheart,”  It was time for a new owner of her body to take over. To take her innocence through those tight slut holes. To change her, to own her. I loved handing him a body of a small cum dumpster on a platter. Too fucking easy!

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex is So Much Fun

babysitter phone sexI love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Babysitting is so easy nowadays because of these online babysitter groups and apps. When I was a young girl, I could only babysit like the brats of somebody I knew like a neighbor. With these online babysitter forums, it’s so easy to create fake references and use fake IDs.

Thanks to a friend of mine, I own over 50 different fake ids. And I never use the same ID twice. Every ID has a different name and look. I’ve even been known to strap my tits down and use a prosthetic nose and colored contacts to alter my looks too.

It keeps me undetected. And I don’t do this often, maybe six or seven times a year. I accept money from a man who wants to fuck something young. I’m not a mother so I can’t just give them one of my brats to fuck. Most parents seem so oblivious. They don’t even realize somebody violated their little one. But that is partially because I’m an excellent accomplice phone sex partner. I clean up all traces of DNA. And I arrive prepared for cleanup.

A Good Accomplice Cleans Up Your Mess

Dave wanted to fuck a very young boy butt. So, I looked around for gigs that had a boy the right age for him. He wanted and age were from behind; you don’t know if you’re fucking a little boy or a little girl. And I found him a little Hispanic boy. Parents look affluent and I found the little boy adorable. Cutest little bubble butt on him which I knew would drive my client wild.

Parents wouldn’t be back until around two or 3 AM cause they went out of town for a wedding. I gave the boy my special milk cocktail that lets the little ones sleep through anything even anal sex. I texted my client how to sneak in from the back undetected. The only problem nowadays is that almost everybody owns either a ring camera on their door or security cameras everywhere. But part of my kit includes a camera detector. I could sneak him in, and no one would know a thing.

Some Men Prefer the Company of Boy Butt

I lubed up the boy, and guided my client’s cock in. And the boy slept through it. He slept through anal penetration. I become a better mixologist with this cocktail every time. The boy became my client’s ass rape porn star and wouldn’t remember a thing. My client dumped his ass full of cum too.

You might be wondering how I clean up the evidence. It’s a two-part strategy. I suck up the cum with a turkey baster because the ass gapes open for a little while once the cock comes out. And then I use a douche to wipe away any other traces. Then I follow that up by using the baster again filled with warm water to neutralize the douche smell. I told you I was great accomplice.

Dave enjoyed the night. And once he left, I was $30,000 richer. I spent about two hours on cleanup and the boys slept through that too. But the boy appeared fast asleep when his parents finally got home. They paid me 100 bucks for the night, but I didn’t need the money. At least I didn’t need the babysitting money. But I took it.

I played my part. When the boy wakes up with a sore butt, his parents will think anything other than the babysitter let some strange man violate their son’s bubble butt. Parents never think that and I never leave them with a reason to think that.

Blasphemy Phone Sex where you fuck me with a crucifix!

Blasphemy Phone Sex

Blasphemy Phone Sex where you fuck me with a crucifix!

That’s right, I want to break into a church in the middle of the night, and you fuck me on the altar.

Stick Jesus’s dying body on the cross so far up into my ass!

I want to feel the outline of his hanging body inside my anal canal!

Fuck me to take my sins away, God!

Blasphemy Phone Sex

I want to smear filth over the crucifix, covering every divot and crack.

I’m not some good little girl, I’m a nasty sinning mother fucker!

Pull Jesus out from my ass and put it on the ground.

I’m going to squat over and take a fat piss on him.

I want you to piss on him too.

Now you better fuck me raw and breed me on this altar.

I want him to see us desecrate his place of worship.

Get squirt and sperm everywhere for when they have church in the morning!

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Bloody phone sex was fun because she didn’t make it

Bloody phone sex nymphomaniac has a disturbingly large collection of knives and victims… Every single one of those shiny blades has left its mark on a desperate slut’s battered pussy.

But when a particularly juicy prospect strolls into my web, eager to submit to my depraved desires, that’s when the real fun begins. Their screams of agony and terror get me wetter, as I plunge metal after metal into their quivering cunts.

The coppery scent of blood smells so good!Bloody phone sex

And it makes me lose control. So I mounted on that bloody mound and grinded as hard as possible. Rubbing my slippery snatch all over a gushing axe wound makes me cum so hard.

As I scissor and pin, my clit grinding against the slick, bloody gash, I want you to take my butcher knife right to her neck. Slice her throat open and fuck the wound. I want the last thing this Snuff sex bitch to see is my beautiful face!