I thought as a taboo phone sex whore I was shock proof. I went into a BDSM club for the first time since February. My favorite little underground fetish club opened back up. I got a call last night that there was a male patron requesting me. I had no clue it was open again. I put on some slutty clothes and rushed down to have some overdue fun. I was escorted to a private room blindfolded per my patron’s request. He wanted to play a game. He skull fucked me and I was clueless who he was, honestly. He spoke. The voice was vaguely familiar, but I was not placing it. I did not care. I was just happy to be back in the BDSM game again. After a few hours of skull and ass fucking, he removed my blindfold. I almost puked when I saw my father. I had not seen him in decades. I tried to forget his evil face, but it is permanently etched in my brain. “Hello, dear Cassie,” he seethed. I peed myself. I ran away from home when I was a young teen girl. Never looked back, either. Honestly, I assumed my dad was dead. I have not heard from him. I did change my last name to make it harder to find me. I figured he died or just got himself a new little whore to abuse. I am in my 30s now. That is a few decades too old for dear old dad. He punched me in the face. The blood dripping down my face was lube as he skull fucked me some more. He choked me while his cock was in my throat. Daddy was never small. And even in his late 50’s his dick was just as hard. When I could, I screamed for help. Before security came, daddy was gone out a back exit. Next time, I may not be so lucky. He knows I am alive. He knows my name. He knows the city I live in. It is just a matter of time before I star in a snuff porn for dear old dad. My last one.
Category: Strangulation phone sex
Taboo Phone Sex Whore Gets a Shock
Seducing Me Dead With Vampirism
We met at a party. It was a Gothic Phone Sex theme of sorts. It was unofficial in that theme, but ultimately true to T. I was seduced by a Vampire at a friends party. He had me mesmerized and making out even though my friends were screaming. I was under his spell. The slut that I am I let him come onto me and kiss me without much getting to know each other. He came on strong and maybe even slipped something into my drive to make it hit me stronger. I am a slut and a bimbo. My friends are fully aware that just a little alcohol and I am like a sponge to whatever has a dick. I am such a tramp I let him up my shirt and hands in panties without much. He led me upstairs as my friends were frightened. He shoved me to my knees and forced his cock in my mouth. I sucked like a good whore and the roleplay phone sex led into me cumming on his mouth as he lapped at my pussy and bit my clit. He bit into my clit and let his saliva mingle into my blood stream. He decided to turn me but before telling me he pumped my pussy full of cum as he asphyxiated me to passing out. I was a vampires cum dump and soon to awaken as his whore.
Mutilation Phone Sex Fuels My Love Of Flaying
Mutilation phone sex is something I excel at for a reason. The little fairy tales I play with you are all based off of the evil things I’ve done. You need to understand that I’m a sadistic bitch straight from the depths of hell, and nothing makes my ghoulish cunt wetter than mutilating a useless meat sack with a flaying knife.That’s the weapon of my choice.
I was hunting in the early hours as an absolute favorite treat of mine is the capture of joggers. Be fucking real, no one willingly puts themselves through the hell that is running unless they love to be tortured. I always pull the same stunt. I act injured, posing as a fellow jogger. I beg to use their cell phone. When those pathetic fucks hand it over, I smash it with a hard stomp; they’re lucky it wasn’t their head! I overpower them in an instant, catching them off guard, and slipping a syringe into an artery so they go night night until it’s really play time.
This is the part I get my inspiration for our mutilation phone sex sessions. I take my new toys home, and put them in my special playroom. The one I caught this morning was a nice, strong handsome one. He had tried to take advantage of me when he found me hurt. Bad move, pig. I pulled out my fish flaying knife, and circle my catch. I’m naked, rubbing my cunt to the thought of what was in store for him. He woke up screaming as I peeled away strip after strip of skin from his back.
Yeah, I was going to skin him alive for trying to violate mine. Piece by piece I took him apart, avoiding arteries and major organs. When I finished cutting him to pieces, to the point he was still breathing and barely bleeding, I sprayed that motherfucking rack of ribs down with a saltwater bath. His screams were sweet music to my ears.
I kept him like that for three days, until his pathetic wimperings became irksome. I left him in a room with two dozen hungry rats. I’d be back in a week to collect my sweet pets while I pick my teeth with his bones. Do you understand why I love mutilation phone sex now? I’m a true sadistic bitch.
Ass Rape Porn Star for Life
When men discover you are an ass rape porn star, they get obsessed with your ass. I try not to tell men I date about my dark past or my dirty side, but they always find out. Many know already and that is why they pursue me. I was duped into a date with Charlie. He said he happened to see my profile on Plenty of Fish. That is my one vanilla site. I may be a dirty whore and a nasty freak, but I like to be wined and dined too. Charlie is a doctor and a handsome older man. I thought he just wanted a pretty thing to spoil. He lied. He is a snuff sex addict. He has a dark side too. A dark side that needed feeding with rough anal sex. He showed my asshole no mercy. Zero mercy. He choked me as he sodomized me. There was no spoiling. There was only force fucking. He told me he knew who I was and that I had a lot of nerve trying to pass myself off as a princess. Dirty anal whores do not deserve special treatment. They deserve brutal ass fuckings. Hard to believe one man could fuck my ass like that, but he ruined me. He tore my anus. I was bleeding. I was crying. Even a pain slut has her limits and it was Charlie’s mission to find mine. He found it in 30 minutes. He joked that without a pretty rosebud he just robbed me of my ability to make money. He wanted me dependent on him for cash because he has friends who want to ass fuck a dirty anal whore like me. He said he can keep a roof over my head, but I will be his torture sex doll in return. I can never escape men just like my father it seems.
Skull Fucked Snuff Sex
I was enlisted as the lead role in a snuff sex film. This film was supposed to be just a nasty intense ass violation porn. The anal violation and gangbang carried out into a messing rough play of a scene. As a pain slut I was used to such and enjoy it. They didn’t like how wet I was getting and enjoying their supposed torturing of my ass, pussy and face. I was beat down and strangled. They decided to do a finale of decapitating my blonde whore head and all four of the guys skull fucking my head holes. They shoved their cocks in my eye sockets, in my mouth, and in the cut off area in my neck hole. It was a closing scene of my face destroyed and dripping with semen.
Suffocation Phone Sex Cunt
When guys call me for snuff fantasies it’s usually about me being strangled with his bare hands or stabbed and cut up. But the other day, I got a suffocation phone sex call and let me tell you, that REALLY made my pussy wet. It actually started out as a normal call and he told me he wanted to get on top of me and fuck me. I was thinking that it was just going to be a boring call, but then he said he was reaching for the pillow that was next to my head. I thought he was going to put it under my hips, but that’s not what he did at all.
He took the pillow and put it over my face. I thought he was joking but then he pressed down harder as I struggled back and forth. The more I struggled, the harder he fucked me. It hurt so much at first, but then things started to feel peaceful. I think he emptied his cum inside me just about the time I took my last breath. Do you have a suffocation fantasy or maybe you just want to hear more about my call? Call me so we can play!
Violent Phone Sex Date
Violent phone sex fantasies get my pussy wet. I love being treated like a dirty whore. I hooked up with a guy I met online last night. We agreed to have rough sex. My girlfriends do not understand me. I am not some delicate flower. I will not break and I do not need to be made love to like a princess. I am a far cry from a princess. Dave was looking for a slave to service him. One who knew what the expectations were and did not expect to be wined and dined. I just expected to be fucked and fucked. Dave was not one for small talk. As soon as he walked into my house, he had me pinned against my foyer wall. He ripped my clothes off and jammed a bunch of fingers up my cunt. His hand was gripped firmly on my throat causing me to pass out. He would slap me back awake and make me pass out again. When we got to the oral part of the evening, he skull fucked me so hard I puked on his cock. He did not stop. He kept skull fucking me until I puked some more. He showed my pussy and ass no mercy either. He held my neck down as he treated me like an ass rape porn star. I was in pain and struggling to breathe, but he did not give a fuck. He did warn me. I do not know what I expected. I got what I asked for and now my ass is prolapsed and I have bruises all over my body. I know I am a worthless whore. I know I put myself out there for anything goes, but I keep hoping maybe one of these days a man will want to spoil me, maybe even marry me.
Your Kidnapping Phone sex Slut Loves it Raw
Few things make me wetter than kidnapping phone sex. I lied I get a slippery wet pussy when we kidnapp a young bitch for forced fucking and will kill her slowly after! I have helped you kidnap teens, Prego whores and even bratty young ones that need fuck meat holes destroyed and then snuffed out like they were never born.
Today, she was alone, we had been watching her for a week and even met her mom a couple times. Little succulent flesh was acquainted with me and it wasn’t hard to lure her for a ride home. She fidgeted when she saw you in the car and began to look worried when we hit the highway. My nipples’ are hard as she starts trembling in fear and tears run down her face.
By the time we arrive at your camper she is needing to be drug out of the car screaming. I bind her wrist with rope and begin taking before pictures of her. I hate when fucksluts scream, I couldn’t think and I swung the small hammer down on her head. She was still alive and I was happy. I wanted her to feel pain as you ripped through her tight baby girl body. Undressing her quickly and smothering her body with the blood dripping off her head. I encourage you to rip her apart and smear blood on our lips as we French kiss while you are fucking her ass. I have never been so proud of my man! I will never tire of being your twisted and evil accomplice phone sex queen. I just know when this hits the papers and we can look at our own before and after pictures we will fuck in our violent and hot way! Fucking to our latest forced fuck kill will always be cum worthy!
Kidnapping Phone Sex Abducted By Daddy
It was a perverts dream setting. I was abducted for a kidnapping phone sex ring of useless bimbos. I was filmed and and it was played live on cam sites that were on the dark web. I was forced to take calls while all kinds of violent porn was being played and they all involved me. I was the victim and victimized as a filthy little tramp. It was in these films that my body was tortured, bruised, violated and cut up. I was a bloody mess and fed heroin and other opiates as they continued to use my ripped up ravished and bloody body for their snuff films that their callers got to watch. I was served this way for a week. My vacation became a horror movie the moment I stepped off the plane in Italy. I was taken to the filthiest toilets and made to take many cocks. Filthy unwashed and uncut cocks violated me while I was used as their ashtray. They all reeked or cigarettes and booze. They toilets were the hotspot for this viral outbreak. I don’t expect to live and I never dreamed they would actually let me return home.
Torture phone sex with Stephanie
The life of a pain slut phone sex whore is so much kinky fun but being a snuff slut is my lifelong dream. I have always been so turned on by the thought of torturing my pathetic pussy and ending my own life for an audience. I met a man who was going to help make my dreams come true! He set everything up for me. All I had to do was walk out onto the stage and show everyone what a twisted whore I can be. I could hear a dull murmur from the audience but the hot, blinding glare from the spotlight was all I could see. A table to my left held various tools and torture devices. I selected a large knife with a razor sharp blade and sat down on the chair in the middle of the stage. I started out by taking that knife and making a tiny slit in my thigh, next to my slutty pussy. I dipped my fingers in the blood and started to tease my clit. I took the handle of that big knife and started to fuck myself with it, slicing into my fingers as I squeezed the blade. The faster I fucked myself with the handle of that huge knife, the more turned on I became. I could feel the inside of my pussy being cut to shreds as the blood poured out all over the place. I wanted everyone in this audience to know what a torture doll I was! I made a huge slit in the underside of each breasts. I started to peel the skin up and around my huge tits as I rode the huge spiked dildo mounted to the chair on stage. Suddenly the stage was overtaken by guys from the audience, grabbing knives from the table to finish what I had started. They held my bloody, mutilated body down and stabbed and cut my remaining flesh. They tore shreds of skin from my tits and stomach as they made their way down to my cunt. I reached down and played with my bloody, destroyed pussy as they ripped me apart like animals. I had finally lived out my dream and it was time for me to be snuffed like the whore I’ve always fantasized of being.