I had a great call today. I won’t name names, but T knew what a dirty little whore I am. I’ve thought about him several times and the rape fantasies that we shared. It’s so nice to talk to someone who shares that fantasy and knows just what to say to me to get me off. I like a very dominant, rough man whom takes control and takes what he wants. Nothing makes my pussy wetter. Right now, just blogging about it has my clit bulging and tingly and my nipples are so hard. His call left me breathless, bruised and wanting more. Do you share this fantasy? I’d love for you to call me and talk to me about it. Call me and take control, tell me what you’d do to me if you saw me in a dark alley, or in a park at night. Mmm, I’m on edge and in need of a release. Won’t you call and help me out?
Category: Sadistic phone sex
Rape Fantasies With T
I make good people do Bad things.
Listening to you preach your bullshit about god makes me laugh. Last night you were not worshiping god you were god. You held the life of a worthless whore in your hands and your mind was made up. You were going to take her life but not quickly. You wanted someone just like your own daughter.. You hate her, you want to skull fuck her. Your daughter looks just like your wife and so does this little whore. Her long brown hair is the same mousy brown that your wife and your daughter have. At church you are the perfect pastor, the perfect husband, the god fearing preach man has blood on his hands and cock.
I loved rubbing my pussy as your shoved your cock into her tight virgin asshole making her bleed as your tore her asshole up. I couldn’t help but suck her blood of your cock as you watched her turn blue as you wrapped your hands around her neck squeezing the life out of her.. Go on preacher man.. Preach about god.. How does it feel to have power like your false god? I’ll be waiting for you Sunday night with one of your sluts to fuck and burn after Sunday night prayer group.
Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Taboo Phone Sex Bitch
Blasphemy phone sex is hotter than hell. Do I look religious to you? Fuck no. When I was a young girl I did very bad things in church. My parents forced me to go to Catholic church, but I had the soul of Satan even then. No innocence in me ever. I remember the time that I got my family barred for life from their church. The priest, who was likely diddling little boys, was droning on and on about asking for God’s forgiveness. Forgiveness for what? I was not yet the castrating, brat killing, murderous sadistic bitch I am today. I had nothing to ask forgiveness for. He was talking about how Christ died for our sins. I was a young school girl what the fuck sins did I have yet? Made me want to commit some since I was already a fucking sinner. So, I grabbed my mother’s cross, went up to the alter for communion. I turned around, sat on the alter and fucked my cunt in front on the congregation with my mom’s cross. The gasps turned me on. The look of shock on everyone’s face was priceless. Just a little squirt and I was saying fuck God and Jesus as I ravaged my fuck holes with a holy cross. I think they thought I was possessed by the devil. Maybe I was. Maybe I still am. My parents pretty much disowned me after that. They were forced to provide for me, but I never got a hug or an I love you ever again. They tried to commit me several times, but I outsmarted the doctors. I turned the tables on my folks, made it look like I was just a troubled girl because I was the product of abuse and parental neglect. I was put in foster care and allowed to flourish into the evil sick blasphemous bitch I am today. Fuck God, Fuck Jesus and fuck the sanctimonious church. It is much more fun to be a brat of Satan than a brat of fucking God. Us taboo phone sex sluts have way more fun than those innocent girl next door types.
Ashes to Ashes….
My eyes are closed as I absorb the energy of this old and musky place. My hand is in my pants, rubbing my swollen clit, my nipples rock hard as the cool, thick air kisses my skin. I can smell the musk of time and feel the dirt and dust on my back. You can tell that it was once an ornate house of worship for the poor fools that believe in a martyr that lived and died on a cross so long ago for their sins.
What a crock of shit.
Now it is abandoned, long forgotten with walls that are crumbling. The alter still stands and that huge cross that hangs behind it is covered in dust. Behind the alter I have bottles of water, bags of cement and everything I need to carry out sadistic sacrifice for my Dark Lord.
I love bringing my sacrificial lambs here and filling these decrepit walls with the sounds of agony and the smell of blood.
There is a huge ant hill in the back and when I am done I drag the body out there and leave it. When I return the flesh has been eaten and the bones are left for me. I carefully mix the cement and add the bones to the walls of my sanctuary.
I just finished adding the bones of my last victim. Nothing makes my cunt wetter then revealing in my evil and sadistic ways. Letting myself enjoy the pleasure it brings me as I cum right here in what was once a house of peace, but is now my house of pain.
Rape Me Fantasies
I like my rape fantasies, I so enjoy pretending that I don’t like it don’t want it when really, I am getting off on it. Sometimes I hang out in parks late at night in hopes that someone will come along who will take the bait. And, I mean TAKE it. The last time, he jumped out at me from behind a tree and grabbed both of my arms. I screamed and fought, but secretly, I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I cried out and screamed, “No, please.” But, what I really wanted to say was, “harder, faster, hurt me, make me fucking feel it!” He tied my arms behind my back, as if he had to, and put his tongue in my twat, making me come over and over. The more that I squirmed and screamed, the wetter my twat got. It was so fucking hot, I think about it all the time. I am going back to the park this evening in hopes I’ll run into him again.
Bye bye little slut!
Bye bye little slut, it is time for you to meet your maker… and I am not talking about your parents! Now that we have used up all of your little fuck holes and tore you limb from limb it is time to kill you! Oooh, what’s that? You don’t want to die? Well that is just too fucking bad for you now isn’t it? Look at you! All beaten and bloody, eyes gouged right out of your head and pussy so tore up that there is no coming back from it and you STILL want to live?? You should be begging me to kill you, you stupid little whore! Doesn’t really matter what you do though, beg me to kill you, beg me for mercy, either way my dear, you will be dying here today!
Snuff Phone Sex With Stephanie
I want you to slice open my pretty little tight tummy. I want you to peel back every layer of skin and slice it off. You will definitely need a little cooler to keep the slices of red bleeding flesh in. I want you to keep me alive as long as you can I want you to fry up the nice big slices of my tummy. You taking that cutting knife and with every slice It takes my breath away, and makes my panties all nice and wet. Then what I want yo to do is cook those pieces and make sure you get them all nice and well done and feed them to me as I bleed out we can share the pieces. Then just let me die slowly as you keep eating me.
Master’s Abuse Whore
I have a Master that does really dark and painful things to me. when I am alone and patching all the wounds and holes he has put in me I think about how much I want to be his victim forever. I know I cry when he slashes my tits or cuts off my nipples but I love how I am powerless when I’m with him. There are days where he is really angry and Master maims my snatch and asshole. He makes me assume the position with no panties on. My slick wet pussy exposed and in the air makes my knees shake in anticipation. I feel the hot burn of Master’s spiked whip dig into the skin and rip off chunks of my labia. Looking at the aftermath make me want to scream!! My pussy looks like raw meat but I know Master will pay for me to make it look brand new all over again. He treats me like shit then spoils me like a princess for being his abuse slut!
Taking Out The Trash
It was late and I had noticed that my husband did not take the trash out for the week. So I had to hurry up and get it out because I knew the garbage men would be by first thing in the AM. I hurried as quickly as I could go. Hoping and praying the neighbor did not catch me out there. It was such a relief once I reached the back door and that is when it hit me. I was grabbed around the neck with a chain of some sort and drug down to the ground. I was barely able to breath let alone notice who was behind this. Although I had a good idea. Kicking and screaming as the chain dug harder into my throat I could feel the cement just eating my flesh as I was being pulled across it. Finally we reached the garage where he picked me up by the head of my hair and then tore my clothes off me. What was left of them. He fucked me over and over. It went on for hours. Taking a pounding from his cock and then his fist. Making sure to evenly rotate. Once he was done he kicked me in the back and mumbled another piece of trash to take to the curb. Leaving me there to lay.
I Have No Control
Guys ask me all the time “Does your Daddy really beat you?” Some just don’t believe I let that happen…even though that’s exactly what they are calling for. I’ve got lots of stories about the way my Daddy tortures and abuses me…even though I am 18 now I will never move out. Daddy owns me, my body is his and my face is his punching bag. If I ever thought about trying to leave Daddy he would beat me unconscious and then we both know what Daddy would do to me. No no, I’ll just shutup and take my beatings and my fuckings like a good little whore. I am a stupid little rape fantasy victim, nothing more. I have no choice in what Daddy and his friends do to me, he even makes me want to enjoy it, but sometimes the pain can be unbearable. But that doesn’t matter remember… I have no control.


















