Category: Sadistic phone sex

Domination Phone Sex is What a Druggy MILF Whore Needs

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what this milf needs and craves. I need someone to control me. I do better with supervision. Left to my own devices, I get into trouble. I got into trouble last night. No one was around. My sons were at a sleep over. My husband was out of town for work. I went to this flop house to score. On a Saturday night, it is usually full of strung out men and women desperate for a fix. I am not a pill head or a smack girl. I am just an old-fashioned coke head like my mother. I stood out in the place. Most of the women there were hooked on Oxy or Fentanyl. No one there was looking for coke. But the men who had the coke did not want to just give me any. They did, however want to trade for some coke. These men were sketchy looking and dirty. Like homeless bums who had not showered in an eternity. Sometimes I act like a princess, but I am just a druggy whore who does anything for a free fix. Once the two dirty dudes with coke fucked me, the other men wanted their turns. Turned quickly into a gangbang rape porn. Before I even realized what was going on, someone put a needle in my arm. I was fucked up instantly. I do not even think I could feel the dirty dicks going into my holes. They fucked my pussy and my ass. Filled me with cum and piss. I think at least it was cum and piss, who knows. I was high as a kite. It was like an out of the body experience. On the smack I was coming in and out of consciousness. I can see why people get hooked on that shit. But I like to remember the nasty shit I do. I am a dirty druggy whore. I want my coke and I want to feel the pain. That is what any taboo phone sex slut needs.

Torture Phone Sex Whore Geneva

Torture phone sex whore Geneva is back and ready for some more destruction. My holes are meant to be violated. I’m a better fuck as a dead fuck. My fake tits are the treasured slice of a perverts primal need to cut a woman’s tits off. Mine have been sliced, stabbed, blown up, burned, and further mutilated. I just end up back at my plastic surgeons.

It’s obvious I need to get my tits renewed. I’m a total plastic whore. Ruin me and I will just get repaired and continue on to be the dead spread. The fuck whore for the greatest necro fuck ever.

In fact the very aspect of how much you crave me is diabolical. Your endless desires are hot. These rape fantasies of mutilating me has you worked up. The most brutal fucking. You’re worked into a evil fueled frenzy. Rip off my clothes, shove my face in the dirt.  Take me and ram my holes with that fantasy rape need of yours. Ruin me I’m worthless.

Torture phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies and Snuff porn for the night

Rape phone sex fantasies gets my pussy going. I’ll put some Snuff porn on while I do Snuff phone sex. I love hearing all the nasty stories while i finger fuck my cunt.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Last night i was told about the little fuck doll in a box. He told me about how he found her. Her mama was a crack whore always feening for drugs in his complex. She was getting kicked out and he saw his chance. He spoke to her crack whore who was desperate for money and like a strung-out slut desperate for money, she took it quick. She left and never came back. In his place he told the little young bought whore how she is his property now. He then fulfilled his rape fantasy and took her virginity like ruthless monster. He slapped her face, ripped her clothes off and forced her legs open. As he forced his cock inside her tight bald pussy hole, he covered her mouth tight so no one would hear her screams. He didn’t care or notice she wasn’t able to breathe. He fucked her hard and fast using her little body to jack his cock off. He had been dreaming about the day he could own his little fuck doll; it made him cum so hard. When he finished, he saw she was no longer moving. He then gave her the Heimlich maneuver until she started breathing. He then cleaned her up and put her in his very own handmade box the size of a dog crate. As he told me his Rape phone sex fantasy story and i watched my snuff porn i played with my cunt that i came so hard.  

Babysitter Phone Sex Bad Bitch Club

babysitter phone sex

I am an official member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. I haves this mock side gig as a sitter to give me access to young ones. One of my former masters had me sign up on a babysitting app with a fake ID. I disguise my looks with black hair. I strap my tits down, so I look less busty. It has been a profitable side gig. Not the money I get from the parents to sit their brats. The money I get from men like you when I let you come into some unsuspecting little slut’s bedroom to have some fun. It is amazing what men will pay to fuck a little Lolita slut, especially one who is still a virgin and in pristine condition. Do you have teen rape porn fantasies? Then I am the perfect accomplice for you. I take all the risks and you have all the fun, for a price of course. Jeremy came over last nigh while I was watching this little blonde slut. These girls I watch are pretty little white girls from good homes. They are not trafficked girls with track marks. I do drug them but that is just to fog their memories. No needles. I make a special Ambien cocktail that makes them sleep right through the fucking. Jeremy paid me more money than I make in a year for 30 mins of heaven. He has always wanted to fuck a little girl. I gave him the opportunity of a lifetime. I watched as he pounded her virgin cunt. There was a lot of blood, so she was a virgin. I cleaned her up after he had his fun. I put a plastic tarp underneath the Lolitas to make clean up easier. I hosed off the blood between her legs. She never woke up. She was alive though. It was 30 mins of her life she will never remember. Jeremy will remember it forever though. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for the very young and innocent?

Torture sex has a rush like no other!

Torture sexTorture sex has a rush like no other! There is nothing as sexy as rape and torture to me. The smell salty smell of tears and sweat mixed with the iron of blood is one of the most amazing scents. I’d pay top dollar prices to bottle it. My cunt starts to drip, and tingles wash over my body as I hear the cries and moan. Keep whipping her master. I knew we picked a nice ripe victim. I love Rape phone sex fantasies, and the more deprived the better!

Her tiny skirt and ever smaller shirt cried she wanted attention. A real “pick me girl”. Well, we picked that fruit, and she is as juicy as I thought. The way her little cunt explodes as you rape her hard, well that just proves she wanted it. She is moaning and her body twitching as she tried to say she can’t take anymore. The constant forced orgasms is a torture that makes my nipples hard.

I am going to make sure I make a mental note of this whore’s raped and mutilated body as she lays there. She is so fucking hot. I want to help torture her, so I grab a knife and a blow torch. I lite it until the knife as cheery red as her abused little ass hole and then press the knife into her flesh. Ahhh, my second favorite smell invades the room. Her breast as juicy and delicious as any five start restaurants. I love to go slowly make her suffer.

We can prolong this excitement. Torture her for days. Each of us able to have our way with her. She is nothing but a worthless slut who’s only purpose is to please you. I love to help you take what is rightfully yours. Yes, she fights but that just adds to the excitement. I love to watch them fight until they can’t any longer. That or until the accept their fate and know that their life is no longer theirs. Then when we are through with her, I will gladly watch as you extinguish it

The Best Blasphemer

Blasphemy phone sex

 

Do you know why I love blasphemy phone sex so fucking much?  It isn’t just because I get to recount all of the times I defiled a church with my mere presence or corrupted a clergy and made them fuck me in the sanctuary with someone who is just as willing to sin and as morally tainted as I am, though I do love those sacrilegiously sordid trips down memory lane.  Sometimes they can make my callers a little squeamish, though.  No, I love to take blasphemy calls because I get to talk with folks who think that, because I live a dark and dangerous lifestyle, I don’t have a close and personal relationship with the lord.

It’s really funny when I get asked if I fear God’s wrath and worry about burning in hell for all of eternity.  That ill-thought out question always makes me laugh.  Nevermind the fact that there are hypocrites in every house of worship who live a life of rape or incest or murder while hiding it all under a pious mask of false purity while I uncompromisingly show the world who I am, only hiding enough to stay out of trouble and avoid the laws of man.  Pretty sure that, in God’s eyes, I’m better than all of those people any of my fanatically religious callers associate with.  

Here’s what they don’t understand…  If God created everything with some sort of master plan in mind and doesn’t make any mistakes, then there’s a reason for all of us to be here.  Most of those assholes hate gay people and think they need to die or dislike people who follow other religions and will call for their heads on a pike before actually taking the time to understand them.

Here’s a tip for any of you geniuses who might be reading this now; everyone who prays to a single god is praying to the same god no matter what name they call it.  Don’t take things so literally, especially if they were written hundreds to thousands of years ago.  How much do you think people knew about the world back then?  I’m sure they didn’t realize that homosexuality exists in multiple animal species, not just humans.  Personally, I think it’s just nature’s much needed population control, alongside natural disasters and murder.  That last part is where people like myself fit into the mix.

Go ahead and test me if you want.  The last unchristlike christian bitch who questioned me got a little more than an earful, she got stripped, whipped, fucked and crucified then left to bleed out in the middle of a little baptist church.  I even made her a crown of thorns so she could feel what it’s like to be a true martyr instead of just a self important fuck pig with false faith and a personality to match.  

 

Taboo phone sex Sadistic whore

Bloody phone sex

My landlord had the fucking nerve to hit on me! I couldn’t believe he was a married man and had the fucking nerve to treat me like I was just some piece of meat. He stopped by to change the locks on the doors and I had just gotten out of the shower… I was in my bathrobe when I let him inside. I had just finished fixing myself a glass of tea when I dropped a sugar cube on the floor… I bent over to pick it up and that’s when I felt a hard slap to my ass… followed by a damn girl you’ve got a nice ass! My blood rushed through my body and my anger had gotten the best of me.. I grabbed a butcher knife and pinned him up against the wall…

You want a fucking piece of me?

I dragged the sharpened knife down his chest and popped his buttons off one by one. I whipped his cock out and traced his whimsy dick with the edge of the knife. Through it all somehow the sick motherfucker managed to have a hard cock. I wrapped my mouth around his shaft and bit his entire head off. Next time you think about smacking a woman’s ass you’ll think twice, you fucking loser! He screamed in excruciating pain and ran out the door palming his bloody dick!

Fucking pathetic pig! Next time I’ll murder you.

Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.

Taboo Phone Sex Spilt Blood

Taboo Phone Sex

I knew he loved knives but, I didn’t think it would be this bad! I can’t even scream for help, I am stuck here with my panties gagging me down my throat and my hands are tied above my head and my ankles spread wide a cock deep inside of my crying pussy. I’m so wet but I can’t help how good he feels inside of me! His knife pierces the skin of my stomach for maybe the 30th time in the last hout. I can feel the blood running down and pooling at my waist, staining the bed sheets. My screams don’t reach the surface as he digs into my flesh and scars me again and again. “You look so pretty bleeding for me.” It’s the last thing I hear before I black out.

Taboo Phone Sex is the Only Kind of Sex for Me

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only sex for me. I do not think I have ever had vanilla sex. I think back to the times before I met my husband. I was just as wild sexually as I am now. Did I ever tell you how I met my husband? I was 19 years old and working in a bar. I had a fake id thanks to my mother. It was a younger picture of her with a doctored date of birth. It was easier to fake IDs then. Anyway, it was a hole in the wall bar. I was the bartender. It was a rough crowd, but I made bank in tips. One night, close to closing time, I was getting high with some black bikers. One of them was my dealer. He still is my dealer. He is the son of my mother’s coke supplier. I am fuzzy on the details, but I went from doing lines of coke off the bar to being a gangbang rape porn star on a pool table for a small crowd of drunks. My husband was in that small crowd of drunks. He was 35 at the time and married. Just in the bar on a fluke with his brother. He watched in awe as I was sodomized by big black cocks and beer bottles. He wanted to leave his wife and marry me right then. I was the whore he wished his wife was. He had a young son, who is the stepson who violates me every chance he gets now. My husband left his wife three months after seeing me as an ass rape porn star on a pool table in that seedy bar. It was love at first pool table gang bang, LOL. I still do coke and I still do gang bangs on coke. Once a druggy gang bang whore, always one, I guess.