Listen up, you filthy animals! It’s Jade, the queen of all things dirty and depraved. Today, I’m gonna take you on a walk through the sewer of my twisted mind, so hold your breath and try to keep up.
Blasphemy phone sex gets wild sometimes. Recently, I met a man with a blasphemy fetish. A lapsed Catholic with lots of resentment about his Catholic schoolboy days. So, I decided we needed some revenge on the church that abused him as a young boy. And the church who made him feel like it was a sin to touch his own dick. A man should be able to stroke his own wiener without worrying about a priest beating him with a ruler and making him confess his sins.
But priests diddle little boys. Where is their pittance? Anyway, we got to talking and drinking and the next thing we knew we were breaking into to his former church for some blasphemy sex. We fucked for Satan right in the pews. But he did not fuck me. I never let some random man I meet in a bar just fuck me. But I did make him skull fuck the Virgin Mary. This church creeped me out. And that should be telling. As a sadistic, evil bitch, nothing really phases me.
However, this church had all these creepy statutes of Jesus and the Virgin Mary. So, I had him face fuck the Virgin Mary. Defile her and piss on her too, all the while espousing his loyalty to Satan, the dark Lord. The dark side is more fun. I took a few crucifixes to fuck my cunt with. And I even shoved a cross up my accomplice’s ass. He yelled, “Hail Satan,” as I fucked his ass with the cross. With his dick in the mouth of the Holy Mother, and a cross up his ass, he yelled, “Fuck Jesus Christ.”
We destroyed that church. Our piss, and his cum are all over the church statutes, bibles and crosses. Plus, we both pissed in the holy water as we praised Satan. Taboo phone sex is just so much fun. Just wish we could have seen the expression on the priests faces as they came into the church today.
Torture sex is the only sex I get. But as a masochist, I do not mind. At least I do not mind if I am getting coke in exchange. Last night, this sadist drug dealer I know, wanted to torture my tits and cunt for hours. But I had to endure it. What were my options? No coke for a holiday weekend was not a viable option for me. So, I let him mutilate me.
For an hour, he zapped my flesh with a cattle prod. Have you ever smelt burning flesh? It’s an awful smell, especially if it’s your own flesh. I think smoke started to ooze out my nipples he shocked my tits so much. But my boob torture served as foreplay. He went to my clit next. Singed my red pussy hair. Burning hair smells as bad as burning flesh. Honestly, I thought about calling off the deal, and going to my stepson instead. However, I had endured so much torture phone sex already, I thought I needed to see it through.
As he burned the flesh off my clit, I thought about all the coke I would have for this weekend. It would let me keep up with my teenage boys and their soccer pals who were spending the weekend with us. After he burned my clit, and my nipples, he shoved the cattle prod up my worthless cunt. When he shocked me, he laughed as my body jolted and I pissed everywhere. Involuntary reaction to an electric prod shoved up my cunt.
That turned him on, so he decided to shove it up my ass next. And that hurt more than the nipple, clit and cunt torture combined. When he finished torturing me, he untied me, but he made me lick my piss off the concrete floor of the warehouse we were in. And he added his piss to the mix to humiliate me while I was down. At this point, this taboo phone sex whore has no shame left. I spit shined the floor, got my coke and got the fuck out of there with my burnt and sore body.
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.
Taboo phone sex calls I believe are the best. And the most fun too. Why call for boring vanilla sex you can get form your woman? Sure, I can be a great GFE. However, I can be a great accomplice too. Men with dark desires for young things need a partner like me. And I am not even talking about my devious mind. All I mean is that men like you need a woman to lure a young girl or boy straight to you.
Young ones rarely fear women. But men? That’s a different story. When I had an owner, I bought my freedom with one young girl after another. So, I learned then the tricks of the trade. When your life depends on it, you will be surprised about the depraved things you will do to survive. As it turns out, I have a talent for luring young girls away from the safety of their home, school or peer group for the rape phone sex fantasies of men. I’m a chameleon. All my different looks masque my identity making it hard to find me.
This week, I lured a young girl away from the mall for Bob. She went there after school with her peers, but I separated her from her pack. And the next thing she realized, I had her bound and gagged and ready to serve to Bob for his depraved fantasies. She wiggled and screamed, but the gag muffled her screams. No one would hear her. And if they did, they would not do a damn thing about it. In the no tell motel I took them to, everyone minds their own business.
Everyone in the hotel is doing something illegal. Drugs, prostitution, murder, force fucking…a lot of crime happens at this place, but no one says anything. So, part of being your accomplice phone sex partner includes finding the perfect place to commit the crime. Bob enjoyed fucking all her tiny holes. In fact, he destroyed them. Prolapsed her ass and her pussy. But that’s bound to happen when a girl her size and age gets brutally fucked. She did not survive the night of rough sex. So, we left her dead body in the motel.
This motel values discretion so much, they dump any bodies left behind in the garage. No one will notify the cops but the girl’s parents. But they will never know what happened to their baby girl. And they will not want to know either.
Sadistic phone sex is all I know. I am not a warm fuzzy type of girl. And I am not girlfriend material either. Most men I meet, fill me with disdain. They say something misogynistic, or they somehow falsely believe that they can fuck me just because they are a man. No man is entitled to fuck me. And those who think they can, often lose their balls, sometimes their life too.
At my local Goth bar two nights ago, a guy came in who looked clearly out of place. He looked like a yuppie. And Goth girls like me are accustomed to non-Goth men coming into the bar thinking they can pick up a Goth babe. None of us want some strait-laced suit and tie kind of guy. So, when Adam bought me a drink, I knew what he was thinking. But I am impervious to men like him.
However, I did not plan castration phone sex that night. But he pushed his luck with the comment, “My Body, His Choice.” He played it off like he was joking. But I knew better. So, I took him home and severed his balls. He thought he might get lucky with me. The poor loser assumed I wanted to fuck him. As if that bad joke would make me drop my panties. Maybe it works with a coed bimbo, but not a sadistic bitch. He picked the wrong girl if he wanted to get laid.
Once he was naked, I could see he was all potatoes and no meat. Adam belonged in women’s panties, not boxers. Talk about a small dick. Wow. If he had 2 inches hard, I would be surprised. I tied him up to the bed, got out my knife, and severed his balls. And I did not even use a castration band. He did not deserve his pain to be lessened. I wanted him to feel everything. He deserved extreme cock and ball torture sex. And he got it. But he cried like a bitch. And he bled like a stuck pig.
Eventually, I cauterized the wound. Although I wanted to kill him, I like neutering men like him, so they have a constant reminder of what their bad actions cost them. He won’t bother any women ever again.
Found this little book
It had a weird and creepy cover
Read the funny words
Didn’t know it’d give me a lover
However, this one was a weird one
Didn’t think it’d be true
He had some really wiggly arms
Said his name was Cthulhu
Now I’m wrapped up his grip,
gapping all my fuck holes
Pushes those tentacles to my clit
Makes me want to moan
However I know when he comes
It’s gonna be a triller
Cause when he’s done coming
He’ll become a world killer
But don’t fret or worry
Cause I’m won’t be mad.
Cause I can tell all the girlies
Cthulhu was the best I ever had.
Yes. I’d fuck a monster that had more arms than a centipede. Gaping every hole in me, pushing those tentacles in.
Makes me want to cum now just thinking about how all the of that would feel. Great way to start Fantasy Phone sex
Anytime my son summons me, I know it is to stream an ass rape porn for his viewers. But I also know he will give me a lot of coke for my troubles. And the good pink coke too. When I arrived, I saw the big bowl of coke on the table. I would need every bit I could get too. In a way, I guess I am a content creator. My son jokes that I need a Dark Only Fans page. I do love the attention. But I love cocaine more.
With my red lips, bimbo outfit and high heels, I got closer to the bowl. You could still see some faded bruises from our last encounter. They never completely fade. Before I could put my face in the bowl, my son stripped me naked so he could slide his cock between my fat cunt lips. However, soon he shoved his arm up my cunt, turning me into his fuck puppet. I endured a few punches before he pulled me by my cunt lips to the bowl of coke. I put my face in that bowl of coke and took a big snort to dull the pain.
Any sex with my son is torture sex. My son laughed at my Geisha face when I came up for air. White powder covered my face. You could still see my red lips, and raccoon eyes under the coke. The chimes poured in. My boy punched my face, sending my teeth flying across the room. He ordered me to push out my prolapse, and I did. More chimes. My prolapse serves as my boy’s cock sleeve. He zip tied it at 6 inches so I could not suck it back in.
Some skull fucking ensued, followed by a belt to my prolapse. Sometimes I think my son hates me. He would punch my face, then whip my prolapse with his belt. But the chimes of a happy audience continued to pour in. My boy reminded me of our deal. I am his cash cow and fuck puppet, and in exchange, I get good cocaine. So, I sucked it up. Did some more coke and gummed his cock while he whipped my prolapse repeatedly.
More punches to the face while he stuffed my mouth with his cock. And I could feel my face turning his favorite colors of black and blue as he continued to skull fuck me. I’m his punching bag. He pissed down my throat and I swallowed it like a good whore. My son thinks I look prettier with black eyes and purple cheeks. And the prettier I look, the more his audience tips.
He dragged me by my prolapsed asshole back to the bowl of coke to numb the pain. If my boy did not love me, he would let me suffer instead of letting me get high. Oh, I forgot to mention that this entire time he tied up my boobs like torpedoes. So, by then they appeared to be a pretty purple too. Before I could snort more coke, he fucked my throat some more while squeezing it to turn it purple too. He believes in beating mommy beautiful.
When he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke, he fucked my prolapsed ass. It’s his cock sleeve. But I buried my face in that bowl of pink coke and just inhaled until he yanked me by my protruding asshole back in front of the camera. He put a plastic bag with some coke over my head while he punched my entire body. As I struggled to snort the coke in the bag, I felt myself begin to suffocate.
The bag stuck to my face with every inhale. My boy went back to fucking his cock sleeve while I gasped for air. And of course, more chimes rolled in. Eventually, he ripped the bag off my face so I could breathe. As he fed me more coke, he slammed my skinny old body on the floor and tossed me across the room. He made mommy fly.
I bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and fell to the floor where he kicked me. But the torture phone sex had only just begun. He gave me a golden enema. That means he shoved his cock down my pee hole and took a piss. More chimes poured in. His audience loves it when he abuses my 4th hole. I am a 4-hole wonder. I showed off for the camera. They sent more tips looking at my battered and broken body.
My boy started fucking me again. And I felt like a rag doll bouncing up and down his cock. He pulled his dick out of my pee hole to bend me in half like a pretzel. So, he did that so his audience could see my abused and battered old body. With my legs over my head like that, they could pop out of their sockets easily. But that’s what he wanted. By this time, my cunt lips came down to my knees. And in this pretzel position, he fucked my urethra some more. I could hear the chimes of tips pouring in as my boy destroyed my 4th hole.
Eventually, he covered me in his boy batter. And my busted up face got to snort some coke while he showed off the damage he did to my body. He pumped my throat some more while punching me again. I’m my son’s cash cow and fuck puppet. But I never mind because he gives me the best coke. And it dulls my pain until our next live stream.
During a recent snuff phone sex call, I was soaked by the end of it. From minute I heard that deep voice on the other end, my cunt was dripping wet as II bit my bottom lip, savoring the power of this moment as I played with myself underneath my sheets. “I was hoping we could have some fun together,” I whispered suggestively. “You know…roleplay something naughty?”
He groaned audibly over the phone before asking what exactly did I have in mind? My heart raced as an idea formed in my head; one that would push both our boundaries but also satisfy our darkest desires at once – snuff play! It wasn’t something we had ever discussed before but from past conversations about taboo topics like this one, he seemed open-minded enough to entertain it now! So without hesitation or fear for rejection because after all who cares if they say no when their life is already over anyway right?..I said: “How about you tie me up tightly then choke me until i pass out?”
There was silence on his end for few seconds which made me nervous yet excited too because maybe he really would go through with it! Finally he spoke again saying how twisted yet are usingly hot the idea was. He asked if I was sure about this and I reassured him that yes, more than ever before! We discussed details like how tight should he make the knots, what kind of rope would be best for binding my wrists and ankles securely yet comfortably enough so they wouldn’t cut into my skin too much during our ‘game’. As we spoke dirty to each other over phone lines getting wetter by minute anticipation grew inside both of us until finally…
“Alright baby girl,” he said in a low voice filled with lustful menace. “Time to play your little game.”
I gasped as his strong hands bound me tightly; it hurt but also felt amazing knowing someone wanted me so much that they were willing to take control like this. The pressure around my neck increased gradually until all consciousness faded away leaving only pleasure behind…and then nothing at all.
Suffocation 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.
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.
