Category: Taboo phone sex

Stephanie the evil phone sex slut

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Who wants to help an evil phone sex slut snuff out her little sister? My step mom pissed me off again so I’m taking it out on her brat. Little sister is a bitch just like her stupid mom so torturing and snuffing her is going to be a dream cum true. I’ve hated these bitches for years and have had plenty of time to plan it all out.

You’re going to sneak in late at night and I’ll take you right into her room. I’ll stuff my panties into her mouth and wrap tape around her head a few times before she has a chance to scream. She’s a tiny bitch so I can easily hold her down while you’re force fucking her bald cunt.

I want to watch your big, grown man cock rip into her itty bitty pussy and make that bitch bleed! Pound your dick in and get as much use as you want from her tight, little holes. When you’re finished blowing your load in her, I’m going to fist fuck her little holes with a knife in my hand. I’ll rip that little bitch to shreds from the inside out and leave her to bleed out on her bedroom floor. We can discuss all the fucked up details on our call. I just want my stepmom traumatized from finding her precious, little girl all cold and stiff.

I’ll skip out and be half way across the country long before she wakes up and finds her brat all mutilated and disfigured. It’s a shame I have to miss her horrified screams when she discovers what I’ve done. She shouldn’t have pissed me off.

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Enjoy

torture sexTorture sex might be the only kind I enjoy. Although I am a far cry from a virgin, I’m hardly a slut either. I’m very picky about my sexual partners. And I do have a lot of rules. Rules that most girls don’t. But men can never follow my rules. Either they don’t believe me or they don’t think I will follow through. But I always follow through.

Obviously, being a Goth girl and a sadistic bitch makes traditional dating sites useless to me. And I never plan to marry or start a family. But I like to fuck every now and then. And sometimes I get tired of sex toys. So, I look for a good match on the Dark Web. There I can find some chat rooms and meet like-minded men.

So, when Dan and I started talking, he seemed like an equally sick pervert. He understood my rules. Or at least he said he did. They never do. But I keep trying because at least I know I will enjoy the snuff sex experience when I kill my mate. Dan lives an hour away. So, we agreed to meet last night. We went to my Goth bar for some drinks and then back to my place to fuck.

I made my rules clear to him. But as soon as the clothes came off, he started doing all the things I told him not to do. He used pet names for me. But I don’t like to be called honey, sweetheart, baby or any of that sentimental crap.

I’m No Black Widow, Men. But I am a Praying Mantis

In fact, when any man calls me that I want to puke. And then I want to start stabbing and slicing his flesh. I also have a very clear no spooning rule. That’s the kind of shit for a girlfriend not a fuck buddy. Especially not a sadistic fuck buddy like me.

So, Dan not only lost his dick and balls, but he also lost his life. I hide a knife under my mattress for such encounters. Some people call me a black widow, but that doesn’t fit. I’m not marrying these guys and killing them for their money. I’m more like a praying mantis who bites the head off her male lovers after copulation. So, while riding his dick, I reached for my knife that I store under the mattress, and I sliced his balls off while his dick remained inside of me.

He bled all over my sheets. But I did not mind. I love blood. I’m a gore whore. So anytime I can enjoy bloody phone sex I go for it. I hopped off his dick when I sliced his balls off because of course, he went limp. Sort of like cutting the head off a snake. Now, of course I could’ve just left him a no ball wonder, but he deserved to die. He didn’t take me seriously. And he didn’t listen to my rules. I don’t take shit from anyone.

He learned the hard way. And he lost his balls and his life for not paying attention. Of course, I never expect them to pay attention because men think with their little heads. But I go along for the ride because it’s just another excuse at justifiable homicide.

Accomplice phone sex with the maid makes a big mess

Accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex maid makes sure your mansion’s opulent hallways are soaked with blood, guilt-free. I am loyal to my dear master, that insatiable beast, and I have finally found the perfect plaything for his hard cock.

He’s been craving something to brutalize, to break and defile, and I’ve delivered her right to his awaiting cock.

With a wicked grin spreading across my face, I took that tender little cunt I picked for him and roughly shoved his massive cock inside her bald pussy.

The sound of her virginity being ripped asunder is music to our ears.

Fuck ya! The way she squealed and thrashed, her tiny body wracked with pain and our pleasure, was absolutely divine. I couldn’t help but squirt pussy juices on her stupid little face.

I loved how relentless his cock is, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her pathetically screaming for mercy. But there was no mercy to be had, not when you’re a slut for the likes of him.

The way her bald little cunt clenched around his shaft, and the way her whole body trembled with each brutal thrust, it was the most exquisite display of dominance and submission.

But he needed more. So I swung my blade across her neck, and the little Snuff sex slut convulsed on his cock! He finally spilled his seed deep inside her. I knew our work was beginning.

And the fun didn’t end after her last breath. We disposed of the broken little thing, and I cleaned up the rest of the mess. I couldn’t wait to get my hands dirty, to scrub away the evidence of our twisted games, to keep this den of sin spotless for my master’s next little slutty victim.

Rena Loves Ass Rape Porn And Being Filled By an Ass

Ass Rape Porn is what it felt like we were doing the other night. You grabbed hold of firmly onto both cheeks and spread them wide open revealing the tight rosebud anus hidden within its depths offering itself up willingly for penetration. The scent of fresh blood mixed with fear emanating from beneath filled your nostrils causing your cock to ache.

Oh how it throbbed with anticipation as it slowly made its way towards that dark entrance. That starfish crinkled up like it’s an old granny’s lips talking to you saying “Do it! Fuck your a jiiiiiasThe head of Your cock pressed against those soft folds resisting slightly before slipping through effortlessly into my holy grail – her asshole.

ass rape porn A small gasp escaped from deep within her trapped mouth followed by muffled moans escaping past the gag ball filling it as You began thrusting towards heaven sending earth motion inside her asshole over and over again until she felt completely filled stretched of the monster cock buried deep inside her now-wet fuck hole satisfying every inch of desire within himself while she maintained a pathetic face through it all just to look pretty for him.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Rare But So Much Fun

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.

And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.

As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.

Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.

Medical Fetish Fantasies Often Involve Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.

His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.

He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.

Extreme Bondage Phone Sex Left Me Tied Up and Abused

bondage phone sexExtreme bondage phone sex, I am no stranger too. I’ve been tied up a lot in my life. Sometimes just for photo shoots. And other times for more nefarious reasons. And this weekend I showed up for a photo shoot offering $500 for an hour’s worth of work. That would buy me my weekend cocaine supply. So, I took the job. Done far worse things for coke money than let some random guy tie me up and take some photos.

But I should’ve known better. It’s never that simple. Not with me at least. So, once I found myself tied up, I realized it was not just me and the guy who hired me. More men showed up. And I literally couldn’t fight. The guy that hired me tied me up like a side of beef. I was just waiting for them to write with a marker, prime rib, or rump roast on my body. I would’ve preferred that to what they did to me.

They violated my holes and whipped my ass raw with a flogger. Ouch. Both my pussy and ass they enjoyed fisting too. I’m not a fan of fisting, especially not when they do it raw. No lubrication used. They just shoved their fisted into my pussy and ass at the same time. For a moment it felt like they could pull my insides out or even hold hands from the inside of my pussy and ass. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star knows that hurts.

But I think what hurt the most was the fact that they made me put my legs over my head. So, I balanced on my neck for over an hour while they shoved anything and everything they could find in my pussy and ass.

Sometimes, A Bondage Whore Gets Tied Up and Abused

Suddenly, I realized I may not make it out of this. These guys appeared tweaked out on something, meth, I suspected. One guy for shits and giggles, squeezed out an entire tube of icy hot on my junk. And then they looked at me and laughed about giving me the lubrication I needed.

So, they fucked me with icy hot. Dumbasses. Which, in hindsight, they realized was not a smart move on their part. Because they fucked me using icy hot as the lubrication for my pussy and ass. And that meant that icy hot went straight up their pee holes. They will remember this encounter longer than me because my guess it’s going to burn to pee for a while. One guy started to piss up my cunt, and then he started crying when he realized how much it burned. A silver lining, I guess.

They let me go before this turned into a snuff porn. And I knew I dodged a bullet. They got too fucked up on meth and made a dumb move. Otherwise, they might’ve tortured me to death. Or sat on me and snapped my neck in two. They could’ve done that easily in the position they placed me in. I never saw my $500. Go figure. Just a bunch of tweaked out rednecks without a solid plan. I guess I’ll take it as a win that I survived. But I found some other guys willing to gang bang me for $500 later so I still got my coke money.

Babysitter Phone Sex Fantasies, can’t keep my hands away from the Parents!

Babysitter Phone Sex

Babysitter Phone Sex Fantasies with me, who can’t keep her hands away from the whole family!

I love being a nasty little one who is hired to babysit, but secretly I’m here to fuck the parents!

What dad could turn down a sexy young freak who likes me!

And rumor has it this mom loves to eat pussy, so this house should be pretty easy to score!

They always love to interview beforehand, but that just means I can show up in my tiny skirt with no panties on underneath.

And of course, no bra, need my nipples poking through the minute I walk through the door!

Dads can’t resist me, I can see his boner growing the second we shake hands.

The mom, on the other hand, I am going to have to charm.

I’m thinking I should start with getting her alone to eat her pussy, maybe make sure her husband walks in?

I think that will definitely land me a second-round interview! 

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Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.

Blasphemy phone sex with an evil slut

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Blasphemy phone sex is already hot as fuck. When you combine it with the torture and mutilation of innocent, little ones, it’s even better. Daddy Keith is a nasty mother fucker who loves to get just as evil as I do. I’m his slutty accomplice and together we abduct, torture and snuff as many little ones as we can get.

This morning he was craving some extra young and tight holes.

I went downtown and snatched up some of the little neglected brats running around the park unsupervised.  We needed a place to abuse them and luckily for us, there was a church nearby. Being a random week day, there was no one around so we broke in. We dragged those little brats to the nave and made them strip each other’s clothes off.

Daddy Keith told the little ones to get down on their knees like they were about to pray. The younger one opened her mouth to cry or something.  Daddy stuffed his dick in before she could say anything. While that little bitty bitch choked and gagged on his big dick, I started abusing the other one.

I took the crown of thorns off of the crucified saviour hanging on the wall. I slammed it down into her skull. The thorns pierced into her and blood poured down her face.

She cried out for her Mommy but I laughed in her face and told her that no one was coming to save her.  As I continued beating and torturing her, I kept laughing at her and her sister’s pathetic screams. Daddy Keith had already fucked the other little one limp so I let him wash his dick in this one’s mouth while I fist fucked her tiny asshole.

 I’m still soaking my panties thinking about those tiny cries for help and their pleas for their God to come and save them. As always, call me for the hot details!

 

 

Sadistic Phone Sex is Not What James Planned for Our Reunion

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex revenge feels so sweet. Sometimes you wait a lifetime for that revenge, but it feels so satisfying. James has been locked in my dungeon cage for a few days now. He waited in total darkness, naked, wondering what he did to deserve this sort of treatment. According to him, he apologized for breaking my heart. But a simple apology does not suffice for breaking my heart, James.

I opened the dungeon door, the light shined behind me, illuminating my body. And I thought about how my life would’ve been different if James admitted his love for me earlier. My pet seemed a little cramped in his cage. Good. He deserves to be a little uncomfortable. But I opened his cage. And I put a chain around his collar so he wouldn’t try to run away.

We walked upstairs and I let him use the restroom. I made a big spread for breakfast and told him that I’m not quite the monster he thinks. I will keep him fed and clean. But I also told him to make no mistake that I would kill him if he tried to escape. James killed the romantic woman in me many years ago.

He appeared weak, so I made sure that he got plenty of food. And I could tell he seemed hesitant to eat the food because he thought I poisoned him again. I told him no need to be suspicious. But he would need energy to survive a busy day worshiping me. I planned on cramming in 30 years of pussy worshiping in one day. James laughed like he thought I might be kidding. Not a chance. The woman he fell in love with no longer existed.

Forty Years is a Long Time to Prepare for Revenge

Again, he begged for forgiveness. Just words. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, but I knew he could see the fire in my eyes. He tried to claim he always loved me, but all he ever did was turn my love for him into something tawdry. Back then he just wanted to fuck me. He crawled to my feet and started running his fingers up my calves, but I smacked his hand away. He touches me when I tell him he can touch me. I yanked his chain and forced him to stand up.

And I escorted him to my living room. I know he feared I would turn him into a snuff porn star. But I had other plans for him. I ordered him to lie on the floor. Then I lifted my nightgown and sat on his face. “Now you can touch my legs slave,” I told him.

He owes me 40 years of sexual pleasure. As I lowered my pussy on his face, I felt his hands caressing my legs, moving up to spread my thighs and plunge his tongue eagerly into my love garden. He started to roam his tongue up and down my garden. And then I started to grind on his face. Tilted my pelvis, back-and-forth brushing my pussy all over his face.

I would pull myself up and look at glistening face every few minutes. My dream of revenge finally came to fruition. I could feel his hands trembling as they caressed my legs and my hips. Good boy, I told him as he hungrily licked my clit. I began to bounce up and down his cock. And I could feel the blood rushing my clit.

James Now Resides in a Large Dog Cage in My Dungeon

I reached my hands down to his testicles and gave the family jewels a good hard squeeze. He started to yell, but I told him he had better keep licking. And I pumped his balls in rhythmic fashion until he started to lick my pussy faster. A little cock and ball torture helps train a slave like James.

As he started to lick faster, I started to squeeze faster and harder. He wrapped his lips around my little cherry, swirling his tongue back-and-forth until my witness dripped on his chin. I could feel myself starting to cream on his face. And he just started licking faster until my entire body shook. All I could do was put my entire weight down on his face and grind harder.

My thighs squeezed his head as I rocked back-and-forth until I orgasm all over his face. My juices flowed like a burst damn all over his tongue and face. And of course, I ordered him to lick it all up. I told him if he still wanted to make me cum 40 years later, he better lick like his life depended on it. Because it did. The moment James can no longer make me orgasm is the moment he takes his last breath.

I Turned James into My Human Sized Dildo

As I came on his face, I noticed his erect cock, so I smacked it. And I smacked it hard too, but he stayed erect as my juices flooded his face. Something in him changed when he made me cum. And I think he suddenly realized it’s not that bad being my slave. I turned him into a human dildo. And I made sure he knew I owned him for life. I squeezed his balls again and decided he needed to make me orgasm again. Of course, squeezing a man’s balls means you control the narrative. And James finally realized I was in control.

My husband never eats pussy, but James seems like a natural. He wanted my juices cascading all over his face again. He finally got his woman, but he got her on my terms, not his. Begged to be my romantic partner, but he killed the romance in me 40 years ago. Even though Air Supply played in the background, I continued to deprive him of oxygen with my cunt. And I could feel my sticky juices begin to flow again.

And I unleashed a second floodgate on his face. He trapped my kitty by holding me down on his face as he swirled around my clit making me explode again like a nuclear bomb. So, I started to rock back-and-forth with more force and squeeze the side of his head until I came. He started calling me mistress and professing his love for me as I climaxed on his face, turning him into a glazed doughnut of love.

Heartbreak Can Turn a Woman’s Heart to Stone

He could barely breathe as my juices covered his face. I collapsed on top of his head. That cock still looked erect. He could’ve been my romantic partner so many years ago. But when you snooze you lose. He told me he wanted me forever. That he wanted to be my willing slave. But all I could think about was revenge and cock and ball torture sex. I dug my long fingernails into his balls and watched him jerk his body from the pain. I found myself getting drunk on his pain, so I dug them in deeper.

So, I hovered my pussy over his cock as I continued to squeeze his balls. And then I teased my own pussy lips with his erect soldier. When he grabbed my tits, I slapped his dick some more. I suddenly realized James likes a little bit of pain. Maybe he became a masochist from beating himself up for letting me go. I became a sadist once I realized James would never be mine.

His hands began to roam my body. And I just started squeezing the head of his dick as I shoved it up my cunt. He watched his cock disappeared into my womanhood. My juices began to cascade down his shaft. I reached my hand behind my back so I could squeeze his balls some more. The harder I squeezed the more pleasure James felt.

And I started to move faster up his shaft while letting his hands play with my tits. His love stick would glisten with my love juice. But I did not make love to James. I fucked James. On my terms. I used James as my human dildo.

Every Woman Plots Revenge Against the Men Who Wronged Them

When he felt my legs trembling, he knew that I would cum again quickly. And I moaned from the pleasure. His cock belongs to me as well as his body. I started convulsing on his cock as I took sexual pleasure from him. And I think I came 4 times and he had not cum once yet. Seemed fair.

The more I squeezed his testicles the wetter my cunt felt. James knew we were not making love. We were force fucking. I had him tied up on my living room floor, using him for my pleasure. I could feel his cock growing super hard inside of me. And I could even see it slip in and out of my wet pussy. It started to turn colors, blue and purple as his excitement grew. With my hands still on his balls, I knew they wanted to burst.

He found me on LinkedIn and that gave him hope. Hope that I exploited and took advantage of. He fell into my web. I knew he’d come looking for me one day. But I hoped it could have been sooner. James will grow to need my sexy body and my cold heart. He’s nothing more now than my human sex toy.

I came again with such intensity that I rolled over onto the floor. I gushed like a geyser all over his soldier. He begged to cum. But my pussy would not be his cum dumpster. I let him stroke his cock, but then I changed my mind. He did not deserve a fulfilling orgasm. No man breaks my heart and enjoys pleasurable orgasms.

No Slave Gets to Enjoy a Pleasurable Orgasm

So, I milked his prostate. I slid my finger into his ass while squeezing his nuts. And I found that magic spot because his cock leaked like a broken faucet. I mixed pleasure and pain as I forced the cum out of him. And I pumped his testicles like stress balls. I could feel his body shake as I forced the man juice out of his dick. He came with such intensity that I thought his cum might land on the ceiling instead of his stomach.

I rubbed some into his chest as he panted hard. Then I licked it off my fingers. A few more squeezes to the head of his soldier, and then I returned him to his cage. But I let him clean that jizz off his chest, use the restroom and grab a snack beforehand.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he kissed my feet. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup. And I told him to stay fed and hydrated to keep up with me. This is his life now. In a cage, in my basement, only being brought up when I feel horny. James is here to worship me for eternity now. And he will devote the rest of his life to taking care of my needs.

Back in his cage, he went. I knew I would be back later to use my human dildo again. I put a big padlock on the cage and tucked the key into my bra. I laughed sadistically, knowing he would never return home. I think I broke him. And I think he’s ready for a life of servitude to the woman he crushed 40 some years ago. It’s never too late to extract revenge.