Category: Taboo phone sex

Is This The End

Violent phone sex Violent phone sex leaves me sore bruised and stretched out, Fucking me from behind as blows rain down on my body, your meaty fist punching my ribs as your cock is buried in my ass, a large dildo fills my pussy,my nipples are so sore and tender from the tight ass nipple clamps being pulled as you hammer inside me, my throat is sore from the belt your pulling as you fuck me with so much force. I know you’re trying to unalive me, I keep passing out but you keep bringing me back, guess you’re not done with me, everytime I wake up you have a different dildo buried inside me, I woke up to two huge dildos buried in my cunt and your cock in my mouth, Ihave a huge butt plug deep in my ass. I am trying to suck your dick as best I can so you let me live. I’m feeling weak from the shocks you’re giving my pussy with the cattle prod, I can’t feel myself about to pass out, the room goes dark , Is this the end or will you bring me back.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Perfect for Pain Sluts

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls can get wild sometimes. But I am always down for a wild ride. Honestly, as a sexy switch, I will admit that I enjoy cock and ball torture. My bestie, Kelly, taught me how to use sounding devices and castration bands on men. She’s a lifestyle dominatrix. Former stripper who took me under her wings when I was barely legal and just starting out in the adult world.

She has this client named Earl, who is a total masochist. He is into self-harm and CBT. She has been inflicting pain on his balls for a decade now. He wanted to spice things up a bit with two hot women for a cock and ball torture sex session. Kelly asked me, and I was game, especially when she told me how much he would pay for both of us. So, I put on my spiked heels, a short leather skirt and a leather corset, and joined her to destroy Earl’s junk.

Kelly tied him up to his four-poster bed. But she let me go first. And I could not decide what to do first, so I got the sounding device, dipped it in some Icy-Hot and inserted it into his pee hole. Watching his eyes tear up, told me I did it right. Kelly slapped his balls while I worked that sounding device in and out of his tiny little pee hole. I knew that shit had to burn.

Some Men Enjoy a Sexy Bitch Mutilating Their Junk

Kelly and I agreed to put a castration band on him for shits and giggles. We did not plan to castrate him though. We just wanted to make him painfully uncomfortable. But the band went on so tightly we could not get it off. Oops. So, I suggested we use a razor blade to try to slice through the rubber. And that worked, but we sliced open his ball sack too. Initially, we felt bad. That was not part of the plan. Earl enjoys pain, but he did not want to get neutered.

He bled a lot. Cried more. But he still has his nuts. They just might have a nasty scar. He still paid us. In fact, he even tipped us. Turns out he enjoyed the mutilation phone sex surprise he got. He won’t piss right or sit without pain for days. But that’s what this pain slut paid us for, and we delivered.

????Strangled and Spoiled: A Brutal Pleasure????

Strangulation phone sexListen up, you naughty subs, I’m here to confess a dark and twisted fantasy that came to life. It was all about domination, the thrill of power, and the sweet screams of submission. Me and my partner, we took two bratty slaves and showed them who’s boss.

We blindfolded them, tied them up tight, and let their imaginations run wild. “You’re ours to play with, little bitches,” I purred, my voice dripping with authority. Their breathing quickened, a mixture of fear and arousal. The game began with a sharp blade teasing their skin, tracing down their necks, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation.

I grabbed a handful of hair, pulling their heads back, exposing delicate throats. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my breath hot against their ears. As they pleaded, I brought the knife close, feeling their trembling. A quick slice, just enough to draw blood, and their cries filled the room, a beautiful melody of pain.

But the fun was just beginning. We took turns, hands around their delicate necks, squeezing, watching their faces flush. “Who’s in control now, huh?” I taunted, my grip tightening. They struggled, squirmed, and begged for release, only to be met with a firmer grasp.

The climax of our domination came in a rush. As they lay helpless, we took our pleasure, covering their bodies with cum and sweat, marking our territory. “This is what you wanted, right?” I asked, my voice dripping with satisfaction. Their satisfied moans confirmed it—they were ours, body and soul.

This phone sex confession is a journey into the dark, where pleasure and pain intertwine. You masochists out there, dare to take the plunge? Call me, and let’s create a world of brutal ecstasy, where screams of surrender are music to our ears. ????????????

He Thinks I Have the Perfect Ass for Ass Rape Porn

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. At least that’s what men tell me often. I think it has nothing to do with my ass. But more to do with my vulnerability. As a coke whore, men know they can make me do anything for a fix. My reputation as a desperate whore seems solid. Anytime I meet a new man, he knows me from my hardcore anal videos and photos. Men have documented my transformation from a soccer mom to a full-fledged anal coke whore.

Seems like every week, my ass takes more of a beating. Some days, I wonder if my colon will burst or fall out of my body. Yes, my ass takes that much of a beating. Most days, I never realize it is even happening because the coke dulls the pain. And I deal with the aftermath the next day when I feel the full brunt of the violence men like you subjected me too.

Olivier is not a nice man. But I need him. He is sort of my last resort. When I have exhausted all other options, I go to this notorious snuff porn maker for coke. And I get that coke, but my ass pays the ultimate price. Truly it pays. On Monday, I ran out of my generous coke supply that my regular dealer gave me. Holiday weekends, I blow through the blow. And Olivier gave me a nice big bag of coke on Monday to get through rest of the month. But my ass paid the price.

My Ass Pays the Price for My Coke Addiction

Oliver is a big man. He gets entertained easily. I watched him dip his fist in Vaseline. And I knew I would soon be his anal puppet. He shoved his fist so far up my ass that I felt like a puppet. He swung me around the room like a kite. But sadly, I was not high as a kite. So, I felt it all. When he removed his hand, my ass came out with it. But he just laughed and joked that he could swing me around by my prolapsed asshole.

And he did. I felt like his ass lasso. But eventually, he grew tired of me. And he let me go home to get high. Although I feel numb from the coke, my ass feels everything. No matter how high I get, this taboo phone sex anal whore still feels the brunt of Oliver’s abuse. My ass might be out of commission for a while.

Evil phone sex slut Stephanie

evil phone sex

I’m rubbing my whore cunt and getting horny as fuck from all of these evil phone sex calls. The world is becoming more twisted every day with more and more men calling to tell me the fucked up thoughts that consume them. I just talked with a guy who anyone would think is just an average family man. I’m the lucky slut that gets to hear his most fucked up inner thoughts. Like how he constantly fantasizes about making his wife watch him force fuck, torture and snuff out their precious little daughters. This sick fuck wants me to rim his asshole with my tongue while he’s stroking his dick with the corpse of his youngest brat. He also wants me to bash her head in and jerk his dick off with her gooey, squished brains. He has the best torture fantasies, he just needs an evil accomplice to act out any and every fucked up desire that runs across his mind. I think you need an accomplice slut too. Let me be the one that slices into your offspring and rips the guts right out of their tiny bodies. I’ll hollow out their little bellies so that I can reach in and jerk your stiff Daddy dick off inside of them. The only thing better than tiny, tight cunt to ram your cock into, is having a twisted slut like me to jerk your dick off while you’re balls deep in that tiny victim bitch! Let’s save your wife for last. I’ll tie her up and make her watch, screaming and crying is horror as she watches us be evil together. We can work out all of the fucked up details when you call…

Bloody Phone Sex Throws Suspicion Off You

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex is the only way to kill. If I am going to kill and torture someone, I want to leave a huge mess behind. Although, I do love creating a bloody mess, I partake in overkill because it throws the police off my trail. Overkill suggests a personal kill. Anger and rage, plus impulsiveness suggest that the victim knew their killer.

But I rarely know my victims. Perhaps, I encountered my victim somewhere, but I have no ties to my victims other than that random or chance encounter. So, if I make the crime look personal, I do not show up on anyone’s radar. I have been a murderous snuff porn bitch since I was a teen girl. Now, that first kill had all the earmarks of a personal kill because it was personal. I killed my bully.

She tormented me for years. And that first kill showed rage, anger and impulsiveness. I snapped. Lucky for me, my grandpa covered up that kill. He hid her body for me. To this day that bitch is still a missing girl. Many think she ran away. But I know better. And I owe that dead bitch. If she had never bullied me, I never would have killed her. And if I had never killed her, I never would have known about my grandpa. He honed my skills and taught me how to be a killing machine who flies under the radar.

You Can Kill and Get Away with It Too

And grandpa was my hero. He taught me to find a surrogate for my rage. He taught me about overkill throwing suspicion off me, so the police do not think the kill was just a random act of violence. And he taught me to use knifes, make it bloody and find a surrogate if I want to kill some bitch or some tool who wronged me. So, I have taken his advice since my teens. No cop has ever looked at me twice.

And I am a killing machine today. This killer phone sex bitch can turn you into a killing machine too. Teaching you everything you need to know to stay undetected like me. You can kill daily and never get caught. But you need my help.

Goth Teen’s Dark Desires: Snuff Fantasy

Goth teen phone sexHey, freaks and fetishists, prepare for a twisted tale from a goth teen’s phone sex adventure. This shit’s dark, so hold on tight, you sick bastards. Let’s dive into the depths of my twisted mind!

“Welcome to my nightmare,” I purred, my voice laced with malice. “You’re gonna love this, you sick fuck. I’m gonna make your snuff fantasy come alive.” The caller, a perv with a taste for the taboo, was already hooked. I described a scenario where I’d seduce and then brutally end their pathetic life. I reveled in the graphic details, painting a picture of their demise. “Imagine my pale skin against your lifeless body, a bloody masterpiece. You’re gonna die hard for me,” I teased. The caller’s breath grew ragged, caught between fear and arousal.

This phone sex session was a descent into a macabre world, blurring the lines of life and death. You twisted fucks craving taboo shit should dial in. I’m your goth princess, ready to take you to the edge and beyond. Embrace your dark side; it’s where the real fun begins! ????????????

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Take the Risks for You

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners are what men like you need. And I bet you agree. Since I am a no limits kind of woman, I make the perfect partner in crime. So, that combined with the fact that I am a woman means I can find you any woman you want. And any girl or boy too. John wanted a young blonde schoolgirl. With the amount of money that he paid me, I would do anything he wanted.  And I did.

First, I lured a little girl away from school. The object of his lust looked so adorable too. His own niece. So, he provided me with everything I needed to know to lure her to him. But I told him to stay home because if things went south, he would not be caught on any school cameras or street cams. I wore a black wig with big sunglasses covering enough of my face to make me unrecognizable.

The girl had no stranger danger for me. And none for her uncle. She should have been scared. She got wise when she realized Uncle John wanted to make a teen rape porn with her as the star. But I understood his attraction to her. Cute girl next door type. A banging little body too. According to my accomplice, she cock teases him. She is old enough to be reliable if questioned about who abused her.

An Accomplice Does The Hard Shit While You Have the Fun

But she did not survive the night. Uncle John destroyed her little cunt and ass with his huge cock. Split her in two leaving a big gaping hole between her ass and pussy. Although he did not intend to kill her. He had no choice. She saw him and he ruined her fuck holes. She needed medical attention. So, as his accomplice, I told him we had no choice but to bury her body where it could not be found. I made the decision that she needed to be a snuff sex porn star. And I slit her throat and buried her. Cleaned up the mess for him.

It might take a while for him to heal from this. But when I am your accomplice, you pay me to make tough decisions. It is how I keep you off the radar. Killing a surrogate is the best. But, when you cannot do the hard shit, your accomplice will.  

Domination Phone Sex Turns a Woman into Your Slave Not Your Accomplice

domination phone sexWomen like me crave domination phone sex. I am submissive. Guys like me to be in the driver’s seat sometimes, or the accomplice, but I am better at being the whore. Just a druggy stupid whore who trades her fuck holes and dignity for coke or money to get coke. Recently, I met Jeff at a dive bar. He hired me to be his accomplice in exchange for coke money. But he wanted my help doing something only a woman could help with. And that involved kidnaping a young schoolgirl.

I have sons, not daughters. So, I did not feel bad about what he wanted me to do for him. Its just not my personality to be mean to others. But when he threatened to not give me any coke, I knew I had to go through with what he wanted me to do. Sorry, but coke is more important to me than some young girl.

I am Best as Your Fuck Puppet

Although I did feel guilty, I led her away and straight to him. And I thought my job was done. However, it had only just begun. He wanted me to eat her bald cunt and asshole. But I do not have rape phone sex fantasies for young girls I told him. And he smacked me and told me again that he did not need to give me any coke. So, I got on my knees and ate her pussy. I pinched her nipples too, making her cry. She called me a mean old lady, and I wanted to cry. Told you I am not a good female accomplice or dominant woman.

This guy got off on hurting the girl but making me uncomfortable too. But he told me to do more and more things to do to her, which I did. But I did not enjoy it. I popped her cherry with my fist. She cried and cried and cried. And I almost did too. Finally, he stopped after I fisted her ass. Well, he stopped making me do things to her like his macabre puppet. But he made me watch him destroy her holes further and film it. I felt like his taboo phone sex victim too.

But I did as he told me, got my coke and ran fast away from him. Once I got home, I did several lines and tried to forget what he made me do for that coke.

Girls Who Need Domination Phone Sex Do Not Make Great Accomplices

Castration Phone Sex Because Manhood is Overrated

castration phone sexGuys ask me every day what my specialty is, and I tell them castration phone sex. Your body, my pleasure. I do not believe you are entitled to your balls or your cock. Hell, some of you I do not even think deserve to live. But I enjoy torture, so I will hurt you for hours before I put you out of my misery.

I met James last night. Now I have not met him before. A girl I know asked me to release James from his manhood. And I never have a problem doing that. Manhood is overrated. This guy dumped her. I mean not a nice break up. He publicly humiliated her and ruined her name. Or tried to. And he cheated on her with her former best friend. It was some serious Dawson Creek shit. Not my scene at all. I am a no drama snuff porn bitch. But I took this job because Miranda paid me and I like her. She is a fellow Goth girl.

Manhood is Overrated

And I take care of my own. Some one needs too. Men need to learn that they are here because of us. We bring them into this world, and we can take them out of this world. And I took James out. But not before I tortured his junk with my knives. I drugged his drink as he flirted with me at the bar. By the time he got in my car, he passed out. I’m stronger than I look. So, I dragged him to my dungeon. He woke up when my cold knife hit his cock.

Cock and ball torture sex I excel at and love to inflict. I carved his cock up until it looked like a raw piece of meat. I peeled his balls like potatoes. Eventually, I did take his balls for my collection. He died from blood loss. And I fed him to my animals. The world needs less dick heads in the world. And I am taking care of loser men one dick at a time.