Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Evil Phone Sex: Killer Couple

Evil phone sex

 

I have always had a thing for couples. There is nothing better than have the wife lick my pussy as I ride her face, as her husband fucks my pussy and then my asshole. I get so wet when my holes are stuffed with the wedding bells of bliss and then I slit the throats of the unsuspecting victim. The wife’s blood drips all over the bed as the husband and I fuck in her warm sticky blood. The poor unsuspecting thing not realizing that her husband and I had met at the bar a few months earlier and had the whole thing planned. I had been waiting to have her tongue in my pussy knowing full well I was gonna play with her husbands cock in the dripping wet and warm blood flow from her neck. I watched her husband eyes fill with delight as he watches the blade rape across her flesh exposing the underneath tissues. Oh what a killer couple we are.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Men Lead, Women Bleed

rape phone sex fantasiesWhat are your rape phone sex fantasies? We live in an ultra sensitive society where women are supposed to be respected and treated equally. I am no feminist. I believe men are superior. I believe men should take what they want and use women as they need. I dress like a whore because I am a whore. I am a dirty trashy whore who loves violent sex. Some men, however, don’t get that. They want to treat me like a princess. They want to put me high on some pedestal where I do not belong. Luckily, there are men like you, right? Men who know a woman belongs on her knees or on her back. Men who believe women are not equal to men and belong barefoot and naked in the kitchen. I am not a feminist. I am not for women’s liberation. Instead, I am for the subjugation of women. Men lead; women bleed. That sums up my philosophy of the sexes. I am a submissive whore who needs constant slave training so that I don’t start to believe all those women are equal mantras going on currently. This “me too” social media campaign is propaganda because you can’t assault or force property. We are yours to take and yours to use. You can call me for all your taboo phone sex fantasies. I want to be your slave, your whore. It is all any woman is good for if you ask me.

torture sex: Pain and Pleasure

torture sexTorture sex has become something that I enjoy because the more sadistic and evil it is the more my pussy drips wet like the ocean. Iove being tag teamed and fucked by two guys who only care about one thing, that one thing is making sure they bust their load all over by me, I don’t want you to be soft with me, I need to be your victim, I’m not into vanilla shit, save that for some other girl I have been too corrupted and need to be treated like shit to get my pussy off. I have become so desensitized from passionate fucking, giving me a couple slaps and bring some toys and whips and let’s get the party started, That’s how I like it, the more pain the more pleasure I feel. I love being gagged, chocked and I have a ton of rape fantasy just to name a couple things that drive me wild and gets my panties all wet.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Drugs

Rape phone sex fantasiesI wish I’d known then what was in store for me. I wish I’d known what a horrible man he was. He’d stopped and offered me a ride. As we were driving, he started telling me how he was a fine-art photographer, and he had an idea for this new series, and how I’d be perfect for it. He promised me money as soon as he finished his shoot, and a percentage of profits he made from it. Well, hell, I jumped on that offer! Who the hell refuses money? When we got to his place, he offered me a drink while I changed into my favorite outfit. By the time I finished changing and walked back into the living room, my drink was waiting for me on the counter. I chugged it, since I was dying of thirst. We talked for a bit before the room went fuzzy and ultra-bright, and my body was very weak. Kidnapping phone sexHe picked me up and carried me over to the couch, draping me over it with my ass in the air. He pulled my dress up so that my ass cheeks and panties were on display. I couldn’t even cover myself, and then he was taking pictures. I don’t remember much after those first few camera clicks, except hand massaging my ass cheeks, a finger at my clit, and then it was all black. That was 3 days ago, and I’ve only been awake for the last hour or so. My body is sore and full of what looks like puncture wounds, my pussy and ass feel like they’re ripped, my tits hurt, and my mouth is cottony. I wish I could remember what happened!

Killer Phone Sex for a Worthless Whore

killer phone sexHe asked me if I wanted to have killer phone sex. I thought that just meant really hot fucking. Stupid me. I should have known a worthless dumb piece of shit would not get great sex. The moment I arrived all dolled up, he smacked my face telling me I looked like a whore. He made me take my makeup and clothes off. Next thing, he had a spreader bar between my legs and a ball gag in my mouth. My hands were handcuffed. He called in some friends to use his whore date. They looked at me like vultures before they had their way with my fuck holes for some gangbang rape porn. My so called date kept telling me I was just a fuck hole, a cum dump, and a toilet. Yes, they pissed all over me too. It was a long, horrific and humiliating night. They ravaged my cunt and ass with their cocks, fists and household objects so I was gaped and swollen, even bloody. They laughed at my tears. I was a prisoner all night. Bound, gagged, restrained, urinated on and force fucked, is just what a stupid whore gets. I needed to be reminded I am not the kind of woman men date. I am the kind of whore they use.

I laughed while she died

snuff sexStupid little bitch was begging for her life but I didn’t care, all I could do was laugh! Why would I give a fuck about a little whore like her? She was just a body to bleed for me, nothing more. I forced all her little fuck holes open, one by one, with the biggest dildos I had; I was tearing her apart and I loved every fucking second of it! My pussy was dripping wet watching her suffer, so wet in fact that I had to call in a lover to fuck me in front of her! I wanted her to see how her suffering turned me on, I made her beg me not to kill her but as soon as I was about to climax, I slit her fucking throat and came all over her!

Snuff phone sex; I can handle it master

Snuff phone sex Do you look at me and wanna fucking hurt me? I love hearing about what you would do to my dead limp body and all the dirty things you would do to me before then to. Just hearing about the blood and my getting my head sawed open where my brain is exposed and you taking your big hard cock and fucking my bloody fleshy skull. Does that sound hot baby? I want you to give me all the pain you can dish out. I will lay back and rub my wet cunt as you tell me how you dismember my body making me a human dead fuck doll for all your nasty snuff phone sex pleasures. Let me be your nasty whore for the night baby.

Rape phone sex fantasies: Confession of a Fantasy Rapist

I almost got busted with my buddy the other day. We have a freaky fetish of getting off fantasy raping handicapped and physically challenged individuals. His favorite are quadriplegics and women who are paralyzed from the waist down. He has told me he enjoys when they fight a little bit with their hands, but their legs are paralyzed so they cannot run away.  If they start getting to feisty I will hold her arms for him as he enters her pussy and asshole until he comes all over, sometimes I will hold her head so he can jizz all over her face.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Now me personally, I like to watch him and participate in the assaults on the ones who are missing all four limbs. At this point, they are completely exposed and they cannot fight back except for biting and that’s an easy fix with duct tape or a ball gag. Every single hole is exposed and he can fuck either hole while I sit on her face and she cannot do a damn thing.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Fuels Evil Intent

I know what fuels those rape phone sex fantasies of yours, it’s seeing a hot fake slut like me ignoring the fuck out of you and spreading it for those niggers with huge dicks. You just want to beat the fuck out of me and pound every one of my hot violated and defiled holes to your angers content. You will likely beat my pretty face to a pulp as you drive your viagra fueled hard on like a god damed jack hammer in my cunt and ass. You’ll pull my head up by my hair and drive it, face down into the pavement and thrusting harder and deeper with every scream or whimper of pain.

Your wear those big heavy metal rings of yours and cunt punch me and fist the fuck out of my ass. I’ll scream and you’ll just knock me over the head with a bottle of booze, so hard the bottle breaks and my skull cracks. Fainting from shock as I bleed out you finish in my bloodied fractured eye socket then leave me in the woods to the wildlife.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

I Need Domination Phone Sex

domination phone sexDomination hone sex is what I need. I am a submissive whore, but I am not well trained. Not every man thinks of me a piece of shit. Many men worship and idolize me because I am hot. I get mixed signals. My daddy said I was a whore. He treated me like the piece of shit I am. But, with other men, I get mixed treatment. I was with John over the weekend. We met at a club. It wasn’t a BDSM club, so I was hopeful he saw me as an equal, girlfriend material. We had been on a few dates. I felt like a princess the way he spoiled me. Saturday night we were at his place. Romantic dinner, lovemaking then I spilled some wine on his carpet and he slapped me. I saw a different side of him. He grabbed my hair and pushed my face in the carpet like I was a dog who pissed the floor. Next thing I knew, I had a collar around my neck. He had a chain leash affixed to the collar. He told me from now on I am his bitch because I can’t be trusted not to ruin things. I apologized or being clumsy, but he didn’t want to hear it. He punched me in the gut, bringing me to my knees. That’s when he pissed in my face. He laughed as my eyes burned from his urine. He snapped. Went from a great guy to a mean bastard over a glass of spilled wine. I spent the weekend in a dog cage. I was no longer his girlfriend. I was his slave, his prisoner. He pissed and came on me all weekend, never again showing me an ounce of affection. I think I like being his bitch better than being his girlfriend.