Taboo phone sex sluts like me get into some bad situations. Over the weekend, I was partying with some frat boys. They have great drugs and like to party. Things got nasty quickly. I have partied with these dudes before with no problem, but there was a new guy in the frat. He was the ring leader of this bunch and he said redheads are the devil. That made them all look at me differently. They swarmed me and chanted “die bitch” over and over. I wasn’t sure if they were serious or joking. It felt real. When they started choking me and forcing their dicks in my ass like I was a dirty ass rape porn star, I knew they didn’t care about me at all. I was going to be beaten, choked and fucked to death. The got their kicks fisting my ass. They had on big college rings and laughed at my gaping bloody ass. I cried, which made them laugh even more. Hours went by and they were stilling fucking me and passing me around like candy. I was close to passed but they didn’t care. They still chanted things like “die bitch,” “die whore.” I am scrappy, but this was too much. They were enjoying torturing me, treating me like garbage. I wanted to die, but they wanted to make the pain last and they did.
Category: Snuff porn
Teen phone sex kink slut
I am so ready to play. My body is shaking. I have been rubbing my little cunt back and forth on my couch stand knob. I like to make it hurt. Pain to me feels so amazing to me. I record my self and watch it. I give all my videos to all my friends. They are as kinky as I am. JT came over last night with some new toys he wanted to experience with. So I sat on my couch knob and fucked my self while he fucked his ass hole with his new dildo. The faster I got the faster he went. I wanted to slam fuck his ass hole so after we both came. I made him ride the couch knob. I knew it would make his balls tingle and his ass hole bleed. I promised him a great clean up with my tongue. All the blood and fluids that my throat and taste buds get to encounter is the start of a great, erotic night.
Smokin Hot
Sometimes I really think there is something wrong with me and the way I think. I really love being violated. I love everything about it, the adrenaline rush, the screaming, and the crying. There are times I try to get force fucked honestly. Today was one of those times, I knew my foster dad was home, but no one else was home. I made my way to the kitchen completely naked. I started cooking when I heard him making his way down the steps, but I pretended I didn’t know he was home. When he cleared his throat in the door way I jumped, and “accidentally” spilled olive oil all over my bare chest. I told him I thought no one was home, and covered my chest with my hand. He came over to me and tore my hands away from my breasts. He forced me to turn around as I begged and pleaded him not to. He grabbed my waist and slammed his cock into my tight ass. I screamed and cried while he plowed into me. Then, he growled that he would give me something to cry about, and he stuck my hand on the stove burner that was still on. I screamed as the flesh melted off my hand. He finished his assault by shooting his load into my hair, and then told me to finish making him breakfast.
Bound and Stuffed
There’s nothing quite like being bound and stuffed as though I am a fuckin Thanksgiving turkey while having super nasty knife play phone sex. A filthy and worthless snuff cunt like mine is only good for one thing and one thing only and that is to give as much pleasure as possible to anyone who wants me. There’s no reason for me to even be existing other than to provide a tight pussy for endless horny cocks. He takes that knife and glides it down my stomach as he pierces the tip of the blade into my skin. Once he reaches my cunt he starts to slice away at the meat so that there is an even more gaping hole which was now a full on open wound. Take that big jar of strawberry jam and start to smear it inside of me for some extra added sweetness. I need all of those vegetables to be shoved deep up into my fuck hole so that i’m filled up and overflowing with tons of goodies. I’m bound so tightly, I can barely even breathe let alone move around. I have no choice but to lay there and take the stuffing so that he can eat me up and devour me whole once he’s done! I taste soooo delicious, I love a good cannibal who appreciates how yummy I am.
What Are Your Violent Phone Sex Fantasies?
I have violent phone sex fantasies. Do you have fantasies about beating a bimbo dead? I hooked up with Trevor after months of cyber sex. We met in a fetish chat room. I had dark fantasies about being beat to death and he always wanted to kill a worthless bimbo like me. On fetish sites you never know if folks are for real or not. I thought we were talking fantasy and maybe if we hooked up in person, we could do a snuff roleplay. I enjoy being smacked around and BDSM games. When I met him, he escorted me to his dungeon. He seemed like a regular man with some kinks. I like kinks. He stripped me naked and tied me up. I was spread eagle with ropes, so my body made an X. He strapped one of those industrial vibrators to my pussy and turned it on. It was moving fast on my clit causing me to cum over and over. Soon it became too intense. I begged him to stop it. He punched me in the gut hard. I thought I might puke. I held back the tears and braced myself for the pain I knew was imminent. He started using my body as his private punching bag. He went Mike Tyson on my boobs until he burst each saline bag. Then he laughed at my lopsided boobs. He was not one of my fantasy phone sex callers. This man wanted to make his dark fantasies come true with me. He wanted to hurt me dead. He kept mixing pleasure with pain until I was puking and bleeding all over my naked body. I was close to passing out when he revived me with smelling salts. “I want you to feel every inch of me whore,” he seethed in my ear. Every inch was not his cock but his fists. He didn’t kill me only because I am one tough broad, but he left me for dead. I survived out of tenacity and because I want you to be the one to finally snuff sex me to death.
Knife Play Phone Sex is Better than Gun Play
Knife phone sex fantasies are among my favorite kinds of calls. As a sadistic my knife is my best friend. A knife allows for much more damage than a gun. You shoot a gun; the person is dead or wounded depending on where the wound is on the body. A knife casts a wider net for torture. You can make small stabs all over the body for a slow bleed out. You can slash a major artery and watch your victim bleed out quickly. You can dismember limbs. You can mutilate sex organs. A favorite of mine is castration. You can slice a tongue off. You can cut eyeballs out. You can give a little whore a womb clean out. You can slice off tits of any size. Fuck, you can fuck with a knife. You can stab a pussy or stab an ass. A knife allows for torture sex. You can’t mutilate a body with a gun. I can skin a victim with a knife too. Even prepare a meal. I have a huge knife collection. A knife for all types of victims and all kinds of torture. My family members are circus freaks. My father was an expert knife thrower. I guess you could say knife play is in my blood. I am so wet right now discussing how much better the blade is over a bullet. I think it’s hunting time.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Many men have more than fantasies. I know. I am often force fucked. I ask for it. I am a druggy whore. Guys know what I am looking for when I go to certain places. I have that will fuck for drugs look all over my face. This one guy wanted to have me gangbanged. He was a black dealer, but he just wanted to watch his junkie clients sodomize me. I don’t do smack, but this night I did. He shoved a needle in my arm and I went limp. It hit me quickly. I was being passed around like a party favor. I vaguely recall one guy saying I needed a sponge to clean up all the jizz running out of my ass. Another dude shoved my torn panties up my ass to soak it up. Then I remember those cum soaked panties being shoved in my mouth as a ball gag because I started screaming when the ass rape porn started. Fists, shoes, cocks, even dirty needless went up my ass. My ass was bleeding from the needles cutting into my flesh. The smack made me feel like I was out of my body watching men abuse and degrade me. When the smack wore off, I felt every inch of what they did to my body. There is not enough cock in the world to make me not feel that pain. Three days later, my ass is still bleeding and prolapsed.
Old Crush
Today on my way home from school my foster mom’s friend Jimmy offered me a ride home from school. He seemed nice enough and honestly I always had a huge crush on him. He told me we had to stop at his place first even though it was out of the way. I was cool with it again I thought he was super-hot. When we got to his place he offered me tea, but then spilt it all over me. He offered to wash it for me, but all of his clothes were way too small for me. So I took off my wet clothes, and wore a towel while he threw my clothes in the washer. When he came back is when he really started flirting. He asked me to remove my towel, and I made him promise not to tell my mom. We started fucking on the couch, but then some kind of animal like instinct took over him. He was slamming his dick into me to the point where it was ripping me and I was bleeding. When I begged him to stop this only fueled him more. He grabbed my hair and forced me to roll over. Then he began pushing his dick into my tight asshole and I screamed kicked and cried. It was no use finally I told him I would be a good girl and do whatever he wanted. He told me to suck his cock. When he let go I made a run for the door, but he grabbed me by the hair and slit my throat. The last thing I felt was his warm cum shooting inside of me.
Heartless Bitches Bent On Destruction
Ready for destructive tales of snuff phone sex killers?
Remember, I am a heartless bitch that destroys sweet fuckholes. I had a craving for some new tender meats so I called my Sexy Gangbang killer Bitch Dusty to come out and play. We Needed fresh prey and she always knew where the best men and their sweet tiny conquest were going to be fucking. I had my hunting knife in my boot and she had hers stuck down her waistband on her back. Out off the highway into the woods we found our victims. God these sweet teens are smoking pot and just fucking and fucking all we can smell is pot and cum. Soon we would be smelling cum and blood as well. I grab this little blonde as she sneaks off to pee and put my hands around her throat and she pisses her self. My hunting knife goes deep in her stomach and I cut her clothes off to start fucking her with my knife kissing her sweet mouth the drown out her screams. Dusty comes and brings me two sets of bloody balls and ushers me back to camp where she had a redhead naked and tied to a tree. She shoved both sets of balls up her twat and had me fist her while she slowly let he bleed out from her wrist. And the little bitch came hard right before her last heartbeat. Now to have Dusty help me with the choice cuts and burn this site down. Aren’t you dying to know what evil phone sex tales Dusty and I did when we got back to the dungeon covered in blood and our panties dripping wet?
Snuff Porn Star
He wanted to make a snuff porn. I just didn’t realize he wanted me to be his star. I thought he wanted a young girl and I would get to be his accomplice like I have so many times before. I thought I had been bringing him good cunts to kill. My usefulness to him was over. I agreed to a snuff movie, and he punched me. Knocked me out cold. I woke up tied to his torture board. The cameras were pointed at me. No other girl was in the dungeon but me. I was scared. I was terrified actually. I never saw it coming. Honestly, I thought I had served him well. He told me I was used up and boring. He needed some excitement and something tighter on his dick. I feared how he would kill me. Snuff sex with him is always gory and violent. He was playing around with matches like that was a hint. Then the smell of gasoline hit me, and I peed myself in fear. He was going to burn me alive like I was a witch. He started dousing my body in gasoline. I cringed and begged for mercy. He pulled out his cock and got off on my fear. He came on me as he struck the match. He had an evil grin on his face as he tossed the match. I went up in flames. I could smell my flesh burning. I could feel it. It was like I was in hell. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me. I had been his accomplice for years. I brought him lots of tender age flesh to kill. It was my turn to die and what a horrible way to die too. He burned me alive in his basement, by the time he put out the flames, I was a crispy critter.














