Category: Taboo phone sex

Demonic Offerings

Taboo Phone SexI awoke to the sickening sound of torture blood curdling screams in what looked like the basement of my old church.

There were religious figures and candles everywhere and my tight body, once ravaged and destroyed from being fucked by half the congregation, was now free from wounds and dressed in a sheer white gown!

My tits were firm and perky and my pussy….

there are faint visions of a cloaked man nursing my cunt, swabbing my wounds and sanitizing my clit with holy water until I was like a young virgin again!

But my restored innocence came with a dark price tag!

I was a prisoner in this hell beneath the holy house, used as an accomplice, a siren to lure young innocents!

I listened to their screams, crying out for their mommies, and plea’s for help from God. I listened from my room until, one day, I was called to assist!

Her sweet young tight body, dressed in a delicate lace dress and white tights refused to succumb to the torture.

The leather shackles that were meant for her ankles were worn and torn so the preacher asked me to hold her chubby little thighs!

I watched as he yanked the heavy chain, pulling on the collar as he lead the four legged snarling demon to her cunt!

His strong body, twice the size of hers slashed her tender tiny tis before sliding his thick red rocket into her untouched kitty!

The monstrous fido fucked her small frame until the screams no longer filled the air and with one final hard thrust he nutted inside her mutilated bloody cunt!

As he filled her lifeless body with his demonic seed, he glared right through me as if her sweet virginity was only the beginning of sacrificial offerings I was to bring him!

And I knew then…that I owed my beautiful seductive sex goddess body to the souls of these young pawns!

Tis The Season for Taboo Phone Sex

taboo phone sexTis the season taboo phone sex fun. The holidays are rough on a druggy whore. I find myself more desperate than usual for a fix to deal with people’s bullshit. I need more drugs, which means I need to do more shit to get those drugs. I met this dealer who made me a deal. He needed a soccer mom to lure some young girls to his place for a sex party. He told me if I could bring him at least 4 schoolgirl sluts, he would give me enough coke to last for a year. Clearly, he does not know me well. I snort about 5 times the average amount a woman my age and size would consume. If he wanted to make a teen rape porn, I did not care if it brought me that kind of coke. I worried at first how I would get that many at once. I have teen sons and they hang at the mall, so that is where I began. Turns out, the mall is a breeding ground for the girls he likes. I found four just the right age hanging outside Sephora, which is a make-up place. One of the girls had a high school jacket on and I knew a boy that went there. I acted like his mom and said he was having a party at our place and asked if they wanted to come over. This boy is popular. I took a risk that they knew his folks, but they were a few years younger, so I gambled and won. I drove four teen sluts to this dude’s house and handed them to him on a silver platter. I thought my job was done, but it was just beginning. I had to strip the girls, drug them and pre party with their fuck holes. He filmed me with a strapon fucking their tight teen holes. I had to fist their cunts too. I am not often the aggressor. It felt weird, but my eye was on the coke. I started to realize he wanted me to ruin their holes before he fucked them. He wanted to fuck their gaping bleeding fuck holes. He gave me some coke to bring out my evil phone sex side and it worked like a charm. They would never piss or shit right again. Well that is if they had survived. He fucked them for hours and made me kill them for him. The things I do for coke.

Castration Phone Sex and CBT

castration phone sexFor most of my callers, castration phone sex is just a fantasy. Most callers would never harm their best friend but for whatever reason, they like to fantasize about a sexy bitch removing their testicles. I have castrated men in real life for money and for fun. Last night, I talked to a real CBT junkie. He sent me bloody dick pics to prove it too. Those are the only kind of dick pics I want to see. He has a mistress he sees weekly, but he is addicted to genital pain and mutilation. We got along great. I am a fan of cock and ball torture. I have used urethral sounding devices before and I have made my own too. I am a fan of those long medical Q-tips and some Icy Hot. If you do not have a sounding device, we can make one to cause your pecker to burn and bleed. I have all kinds of methods for cock and ball torture. Castration is just part of the CBT torture sex that makes my pussy wet. I looked at the picture my late-night caller sent me again this morning. Tacks in his scrotum and around the base of his dick. The urethral sounding device sticking out of his pee hole. Blood tricking down his cock. Work of art. Takes a lot of dedication to do that to yourself too. I was on such a CBT high this morning, that I just had to castrate someone. It is easy nowadays to select a loser for castration. Just go to any news story and read the comments or look at Facebook. Tools are a dime a dozen. I picked the first tool who seemed in close proximity and hit him up on social media. Chuck was happy to come over. He thought I was so turned on by him I wanted to fuck him. He was a candidate for a Darwin award. The loser let me tie him up. He was so annoying; I chopped his balls off with a rusty blade and ten minutes later took his cock too. I had to dispose of his body. Thank goodness he was a runt. I should have known. Little men are the angriest on social media. Apparently delusional with no understanding of women too.

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Let me tell you how a whore got free gas and a fuck today! Running out of gas on the busy interstate is never fun for any woman! But this whore had on tiny shorts that showed her ass and her tits were on display. Within five minutes of pulling over I had a nice young gentleman offering me a ride to get my gas and a gas can. He laughed as I joked that I had no cash on me. He was a gentleman until I offered him a sloppy blowjob to repay him. His cock was hard already and it was the least a damsel in distress could do to repay his kindness. I gave him hot and nasty road head to the gas station and back to my car. But what I didn’t count on was his wife calling in on the Bluetooth as I was giving him his second blow job. He pushed my head down when I tried to stop as I heard her voice. If it was even possible He got hardened even more as he throat fucked me as he talked to her. She asked once what the sound was and he assured him it was irrelevant traffic sounds. It was so damn nasty and fun, I should run out of gas more often!

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Ass Rape Porn and Beheading

ass rape pornIt was an ass rape porn and beheading kind of encounter. He not only wanted my ass, he also wanted my head. Not in a figurative sort of way either. Brutal hardcore ass fucking was not all that he had in store for me, but I only signed up for a brutal butt fuck. I met him online. He seemed dark and freaky, but not deadly. I told myself that the worse thing that would happen would be I had to sit on a bag of frozen peas for a few days because he prolapsed my asshole. It was more than that. It started out like any other ass rape fantasy. Fingers in my asshole. Cock in my asshole. Fist in my asshole. I think I was a more seasoned anal whore than he anticipated. He never quite fucked my ass to my breaking point. I am not saying I do not have one, because I do. All women have a breaking point. My ass bled. My ass prolapsed. I screamed and I pleaded, but I did not break from the pain. I have been a cutter all my life. What I am seasoned at is being a pain slut. When I told him that it was doubtful that ass fucking would break me, I saw the wheels turn in his head. He left me for a few moments. When he returned, He had a big scary looking device. It was a guillotine. I have never seen one except in the movies. I thought it was a prop and he wanted to simulate a snuff porn. I was happy to be his star. I thought it was fake. He bent me over a bench with my ass in the air. My neck was right under the guillotine. As he was fucking my ass, he pulled a lever and then it was a butt fucking beheading. I died with my ass contracting on his cock. I never got to feel his warm cum in my ass.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Fuck Meat

Do you have killer phone sex fantasies? I think most men do, especially right now. Everyone is so stressed and worried about politics and finances. I like to think I am a good stress release. I am fuck meat for you and your friends. I make money letting men do their darkest desires to me. I started off as a hooker on the streets. I was a teen runaway once. I discovered early that if I let men do the most perverted things to me, I could make more money. I would just get high to dull the pain. Now, I find guys on fetish sites and the dark web. We settle on a price, and then meet at a seedy hotel. I met with this guy I only knew as “Daddy,” last night. I needed the money. He strapped me down to this gross looking bed. I thought he was just going to whip me. That was what we agreed on. Extreme bondage games. A bunch of other men showed up. I tried to say the price was different with more guys, but he laughed. It turned into a gangbang rape porn. They all fucked me. My ass. My pussy. My mouth, all got filled with cum. Hours and hours of being fucked, left me a battered mess. I never saw any money. My John, left me tied to that dingy bed for the maid to find.

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Thanksgiving Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

rape phone sex sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies are on the rise. Maybe it is the holidays or the virus or a combination of many things. Who knows, but this soccer mom has taken a virtual pounding. I love being able to help guys work out their aggression. Unlike my stepson, most of my callers only have fantasies that they would never act out. My stepson does not have fantasies. He acts out everything. He has hated me since his father married me. I was the mistress. I was supposed to be the side piece not the new wife. Holidays are a sore spot for him. He always gets drunk and gets even. We had a nice small family Thanksgiving. I thought it went well. Honestly, he was on good behavior. But later that night, he followed me when I snuck out of the house to get a fix. I would later find out it was a set up. He had spoofed my phone making me think I was meeting my dealer to get some coke. He led me right to a gangbang rape porn. There was no dealer. There were no drugs. Just a bunch of his friends willing to force fuck his stepmom for him. I had no idea I was walking into a trap. As soon as I was in the secret meeting place, the door shut, the lights came on and I saw the men. They looked like hungry vultures. They started to paw at me. It felt like I was going to be torn limb from limb. They yanked my arms so hard, I felt my arm pull right out of the socket. When I saw my stepson, I knew I had been set up. His civility at dinner was masking his plan to have me gang banged against my will. He let his friends do his dirty work. They fisted me. They sodomized me. They broke me both spiritually and physically.  And all for a 20-year-old grudge.

Born for snuff sex

snuff sexI was born for snuff sex. That is what I have heard since I was old enough to talk. Family and strangers alike, want to do bad things to me. I was taking a run the other day in the park. Some one grabbed me out of nowhere. I was screaming and fighting, but I was too weak to fight him off me. He dragged me into a wooded area behind the public bathrooms. He ripped my clothes off and started fucking me. His dick was so big it made my pussy bleed. He used the blood from my cunt to force his cock in my ass. That hurt even more. I tried to escape in my head, but nothing could distract me from the pain. My ass prolapsed from the force of his cock ripping through my sphincter. When he came, I just laid there crying and bleeding. I wondered why me. My assailant spoke and I recognized the voice. Did I know my attacker? Then I saw his hand and the scar on his finger, and I realize he was my brother. My own brother stalked me in the park and forced his cock inside my pussy and ass. I told you. I was born for snuff.

Accomplice Phone Sex Date

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex makes my pussy drip. Honestly, I am not an overly horny woman. I am not on Tinder or dating sites. It is not that I do not have sexual needs. It is that vanilla sex and boring men do nothing for me. Ever. I need violence. The sight of blood arouses me sexually. What can I say? I am a very dark girl. Sex with me is usually a threesome but one of the threesome is usually dead or about to be dead. I like to murder young girls on date night. You think I am joking but I never joke about snuff sex. I had a date with a man last night. I cannot tell you where or his name because we did some very bad things to a hot teen slut. She had it coming. She was hitchhiking on the highway late at night. She fell right into our laps. Over dinner, we were talking about the perfect victim. Thin, no tits or not much for tits, no pussy hair, blonde or red hair and looking like a cock tease. It was like Satan heard our prayers and wanted to help. We passed a blonde, skinny girl with no tits on side of the highway trying to hitch a ride. Stupid girl thought nothing about getting in the car with us. Neither of us looked like the couple next door. Unless maybe you lived next door to the Addams family, LOL. She was not going anywhere but out of town. We told her we could take her to a cabin where we were going to fuck and get high. She wanted to party. We let her get high before my partner in crime, ripped her clothes off and fucked her. I mean tore her pussy up. Blood everywhere. Little trailer park trash was a virgin. Well, at least she did not die one. He fucked all her holes, then I slit her throat and we fucked in her blood. It was the hottest date ever. Maybe not for her though.

Sick And Sadistic Mutilation Phone Sex

Mutilation Phone Sex

I told you I was collecting decorations in my basement, didn’t I? Breathing materials to be butchered and rebuilt into one of my greatest creations yet. I wanted to outdo the Human Centipede. I decided to take decorating to the extreme this year; Santa and His Reindeer.

I’ve been cutting and planning, building grotesque prototypes from sawed off bloody body parts, getting my juicy sadistic cunt stuffed with your cock while I do it. I finally decided to give them hooves; I snuck into a local pasture and butchered some bovine beasties, stealing their legs to attach to my sick Holiday sculpture. I sewed those cow legs onto some fat fucks I had harvested from the allies. They screamed, of course. Anesthetic wasn’t something I was offering.

My playground, the one you love more than any other room in my house, was a bloody fucking holiday mess. I had intestines as reins, and had build a sleigh put of still breathing bodies. Glues, and nails, and sewing with silken steel strings proved a sturdy vehicle. My beasts were ready, too. They would even run on their sick fucking legs, the ones I gifted them. I’d mutilated their faces, and made them bits out of detached cocks. All of them had seen my face, but that’s okay. I left them, naked and violently violated, on the steps of City Hall in the middle of a blizzard. My sick Santa creation had frozen to death, all twenty three of my holiday victims sewn together in a grotesque Christmas scene.

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