Category: Suffocation phone sex

Deny my right to breathe? Yes please. Give me Suffocation Phone Sex

So there is this really cool toy I have found recently. Great to talk about with Suffocation Phone Sex. Cause it’ll leave you breathless (see what I did there 😉 )

It’s a latex wall. Basically, this giant latex sheet drops on you, and you are against a wall with tiny holes in it. The holes are mainly used to suck the air out from under the latex sheet.

So basically, you are locked in place with the latex sheet covering your entire body. And you can’t breathe. While this sheet just locks around you, you are immobile.

Sometimes my Dom want’s to leave the suction on longer to see what I can take. Just to see if I’ll actually cross that bridge to the afterlife, only for him to pull me back.

Shit is like a drug.Suffocation Phone Sex

Necrophilia phone sex dead and gone never coming down.

Necrophilia phone sex             Necrophilia phone sex dead and gone never coming down. Now that is the first thing to remember when you get to be dead and gone. Talk about a stiff cock, hard as rock. At the same time, when I take your life to be sure you will be hard, and I will have ridden you to death.      

            Drop a house on you. Just my cunt.  Tight as a vice grip around your cock. May not be pumping but rigor mortis will be setting in. Keep it stiff. First this is the beginning of the fun.

            Before you are dead and gone, going to have you as my very own helper in your demise. Shall it be suffocation. As soon as I start fucking your cock pulling your face between my tits. Suffocation phone sex will be the death of you for now at least.

            Death with your cock buried deep inside of me. At the same time, I am riding you my tits will be squeezing in on you pressing in tight. Thighs gripping you. Crushing your ribs. Cutting off your air in all directions. Suffocating you, until finally ding dong your dead and my cunt has you secure for the riding pleasure.

            It must be remembered you died with a smile on your face, a mouthful of tit, and more importantly your cock in a pussy.

Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Deadly

Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.

So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.

I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.

Breath Play and Strangle Fantasies are Hot with the Right Partner

She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.

But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.

Sex with dead bodies is something Master & I can’t stop

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies, the taste of death on his lips is pure ecstasy. My Master gave me this addiction, forced me at first and now I crave it constantly.  

With each new torture session, I could taste the fear in the air. The victims, locked in their final moments, begging for mercy, I became increasingly aroused. I was familiar with the routine, and it excited me more than anything.

As I felt myself getting hotter, I relished the sight of Master slicing through her skin with a rusted scalpel, the smell of her thick blood permeating the room. The woman would whimper as he dipped the blade in her now empty eye socket, me cutting in as well, making her writhe in a mix of searing pain and increasing sexual pleasure.

She was mine to devour, and I knew it. I reveled in her screams, the sound echoing through the room, fueling my own dark desires. I felt compelled to come closer, to explore this strange allure that her body held in its new, lifeless state.

When the poor soul finally let out her final gasp, the room became eerily still. Master turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. “Well, my dear, that’s the last one. Any requests for the next batch?” He asked playfully, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he tugged at the chains binding me.

“Alive, of course,” I whispered, my eyes wide and innocent behind the facade of my eagerness. Master knew exactly what I wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Master allowed me to have a taste of our sweet victim. I got on top of her, I could feel the warmth draining from her cunt. I grinded, harder and harder. I climaxed but I kept going. It’s not enough just one. If I am a good Snuff sex slave he will allow me to cum hundreds of times. And when I am riding a dead body, I definitely do.

 

Accomplice Phone Sex, I Find Therapeutic

accomplice phone sexAs a sexy switch, accomplice phone sex can go one of three ways with me. I help you fuck, snuff or torture some one else. You snuff, fuck or torture me. Or, I get to snuff, fuck and torture you. I think the latter might be my favorite. But I am still learning how to torture men. Helping you torture a young girl I do not find challenging. Some man has tortured me for decades. Plus, I have assisted masters who want to hurt young girls.

But until this past week, I never got brutal with a man. Tony changed all that. He hired me to abuse him in his own basement dungeon. I could smell death when I entered his extreme man cave. My guess, he or someone he knows, killed a girl in the very room he might die. First order of business, I needed to restrain him in case he experienced a change of heart.

When I Get to Be the Bad Ass Bitch, I Find it Therapeutic

He had a table full of BDSM torture devices making me feel like a domination phone sex mistress. But I did not know where to start. I picked up a slave brutality BDSM taser. A few shocks to his nuts and body made him piss himself. This would be fun, I told myself. I worked my way down the table of kinky equipment. As I flogged, tased and whipped him, my eyes went to the anal hook. So, I unbound his legs and pushed them to his chest. My saliva acted like lube so I could push it in his tight ass easily.

I would yank on it while I went back to tasing his body. Tasing his balls while I pulled the hook made his dick hard. A pain slut hired me. I felt like a pro domme during our session. I found it therapeutic for me too. Tasing him. Whipping him. Anally torturing him allowed me to picture all the abusive men in my life.

He loved my bad ass babe vibe. So, he hired me for next week too. This time, he hopes we can explore castration phone sex. Now that will really serve as therapy for me.

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Home Invasion: Teen’s Nightmare Fantasy

Teen rape pornYou sick fucks, ever fantasize about breaking into some teen’s house and taking her pussy by force? Yeah, that’s your dirty fantasy, isn’t it? Well, let me tell you about this young slut’s rape fantasy.

I had some hot intruder, a real badass, breaking into my room. He sees my tight body, and his cock gets hard as steel. I struggle, but he overpowers me, tearing off my clothes. Then, he forces himself inside me, his long, powerful strokes making me scream.

It’s rough and painful, but I fucking love it. He owns my teen pussy, taking it without asking. My fantasy invader, with his dominant grip, makes me his bitch. This rape play is my ultimate turn-on.

So, you horny bastards, wanna role-play this with me? I’ll be the helpless teen, and you can be the invader who gives me the rough fucking I desire. Call me, and let’s act out this twisted fantasy, you filthy rapist!

This Old Ass Rape Porn Star Comes When Summoned

ass rape pornWhen my boy needs to make an ass rape porn, he brings me some pink cocaine. I am his pink bimbo cash cow. And he knows just what I need to sustain one of his brutal live streams. I showed up in tall pink platforms, pink fishnet thigh highs and a pink mini skirt so short my big cunt lips hung below the hemline.

My lips look like blowfish lips thanks to too much collagen. Skull fucking lips he calls them. My huge tits ballooned out turned a pink tee shirt into a crop top. Pink dragon lady nails, combined with long fake eyelashes and heavy make-up completed the look. But my son loves his bimbo mommy.

He planned to use me as his piss bucket, cock sleave, punching bag and choke toy. Just another torture sex live stream. I am used to it. But I will admit that this new pink cocaine dulls all the pain. At least until the next morning it does. Me bad. I forgot to take out my fake teeth, so my son assisted with the removal with a punch to each jaw. I saw my teeth go sailing across the room. And I felt thankful it was not me. But I knew my turn to sail across the floor would happen soon enough.

With my teeth properly removed, that enabled my son to skull fuck me to test my blowfish lips. My mouth became his cock ring. As I slurped on his stiff dick, he punched my face. Sides of my cheeks, my eyes and even boxed my ears. I tried to suck his cock as I felt my eyes swell shut. While I gagged and sputter all over his dick, I heard the chimes pour in. His audience loves watching us.

Men Love to See a Son Abuse His Whore Mommy

My son ordered me to prolapse my asshole about 8 inches to create his favorite ass sleave. And while it hung out, he put a zip tie around it. He continued to beat my skull as he slid his throbbing cock up his favorite cock sleave. But I knew I might be in trouble when he put a plastic bag with some of that cocaine inside it.

After watching me struggle for a few to breathe and snort that cocaine, he poked a small hole for me. That Prodigy song, “Smack My Bitch,” came on, and my boy did as the song said. He smacked every inch of my body and threw some punches too. He loves to give me violent makeovers.

When he shoved his cock deep down my throat, you could see the outline of his dick down to my breastbone. That’s because I am on the cocaine diet. I was in a feeding frenzy. Trying to snort pink cocaine and suck my boy’s cock properly. The plastic bag began to stick to my face making my face look like a raccoon’s face.  All my makeup smeared on it. Finally, he removed the plastic bag, and shoved my face into the camera so his viewers could see how he beat me black, blue and beautiful.  The chimes poured in seeing my eyes swollen shut.

He then tossed his mommy whore against the wall. And kicked me when I landed. But the chimes just poured in the more he kicked me. He started to bench press me to show his viewers how thin I am. But then he hurled me against the wall and kicked me when I landed on the floor again. However, my old battered body felt good snorting that pink cocaine.

His Viewers Love to See Him Break My Bones and Batter My Body

My boy’s viewers demand violent phone sex. And he gives it to them. When he twisted my titties and strapped me to the abuse bench, I heard more chimes. He put on the brass knuckles and punched me nonstop. Eventually, he pulled me off the bench and tossed me to the floor where he pulled my skinny bird legs behind my head. This allowed him to fuck my 4th hole. My pee hole.

But to make things more interesting for his subscribers, he decided to fist my urethra first.  This allowed him to punch my bladder from the inside. I felt like I had to pee, but I could not because his fist blocked the flow of my piss. He took turns punching me, my bladder and my tits. Black, blue and purple look good on me. As he took turns fisting all my holes, I felt like his hand puppet.

He concluded the live stream abuse with a belt to my boobs, making them bleed followed by more punches to the face as I licked his ass. Although I thought he might suffocate me, I knew he would finish soon. After all, I am his cash cow. He can never kill me. But he can make me wish I was dead.

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I was walking home from school when I was scooped up. I remember feeling so many hands at once just grab me. My feet leave the ground. And I was whisked away.

Of course, being the young one I am, I was prime picking for you. Sweet thing in a cute skirt. Grade A meat in your eyes.

Tying me down wasn’t the easiest, as it was like trying to dress an octopus in a t shirt. You broke a few limbs though, which made it slightly easier. I wasn’t gonna move around as much.

However, stuffing my underwear in my mouth to make me shut up kinda choked me a little. Well, more than a little. You start to notice this as your shoving your dick into my tight little twat.

After forcefully taking my two holes for a few minutes, I guess you realized that I wasn’t breathing anymore. I had turned blue. Lifeless.

However, I don’t think that deterred you any… did it?

 

Fantasy Phone Sex Goes Wrong

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Fantasy phone sex can start out all fun and games , then go a little left. You wanted to be tied up and I did that, but when you realized that I used rope then wrapped you in latex, it became a big deal. I’m loving the squirming that you’re doing , but you will never get out of all this binding. I left you feet and your cock exposed, that’s all I need. I’m gonna tickle your feet, then stroke you just enough to get you breathing heavy. My long nails are the perfect weapons to run along the bottoms of your feet and the ridge of your cock. Wiggle, little piggie in a blanket!!! Hahaa!!! I’m enjoying every minute of seeing your feet dance around. Now let’s see to stroking this bulging cock. I’ll give you a little chance to feel good, but then it’s time to tickle those feet again. I’m hoping that you’ll piss on yourself. I just might wrap your cock in latex too! That would make cumming much more interesting.