Category: Taboo phone sex

Blasphemy Sex with Cora

Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sex might be some of my favorite sex, simply because of how naughty it is. You and I both know this is sinful. 

One time, I was standing in front of my house when two strapping young fellows came walking by, asking me about Jesus Christ. Tall, skinny, and wearing a thin black tie, I just couldn’t help but notice how sexy they looked. I just had this urge to corrupt their morality, so I lied and said ‘Come on in.’ They really thought they were going to teach me about the word, HA.  I got down on my knees and made them yell ‘Jesus Christ’ in a way they’ve never said before. I showed them what a blowjob was and how amazing a girl’s mouth can feel. They tried to hold back their smiles because they knew God was watching, but God just watched them blow the fattest load in my mouth. After thanking me for the experience, they ran all the way back to curch before anyone found out our little secret. 

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy are Popular with Me

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies I fulfill on and off the phone. I think there will always be plenty of men who want to fuck me up. And many want to do so just because I remind them of mommy. My stepson enjoys getting violent with me. However, my sons do not. And sometimes mommy wants rough sex. But I always get rough sex cranked up as high as it gets. It seems I always remind somebody of the mature woman who teased them incessantly.

Bobby promised me some coke in exchange for a rape fantasy. He seemed like a normal guy with mommy issues. I did not meet him in a nefarious place. He did not sell drugs for a living or make snuff films. Just a horny boy jonesing for some mommy pussy. And it seemed to go as I expected initially. We went back to his place and enjoyed some role playing in the bedroom. But then he tied up his bitch mama. And that’s where things turned nasty. While tied up, he punched me a few times.

He might’ve broken a rib. I heard a bone snap. Then I felt immense pain. So, I asked him to stop and let me go because I needed medical attention. However, he told me the fun had just begun for him. Something snapped in him. I met Mr. Hyde at the bar, but Mr. Jekyll greeted me in the bedroom. His rape phone sex fantasies for mommy turned violent on a dime. I misjudged his mommy fantasy.

So Many Men Enjoy Mommy Rape Fantasies

This young man smacked me, punched me, choked me, and even told me he planned on killing me. I feared for my life. Once again, I made the wrong choice. I am a violent man magnet. Not sure what about me it is that makes men turn into Dr. Jekyll with a smile. I just needed to figure out how to get out of this mess.

Although I did some cocaine, I still had enough sense to think about how to get out of the situation. I did not want to end up dead. Even though I know my death might be inevitable with my lifestyle, I’m a fighter. My family makes me fight for my survival. What Dr. Jekyll did not realize is that I’m double jointed.

So, when he turned away for a second, I got my arm out of the restraint. And I grabbed him by the balls. For a woman, the best way to get out of a sticky situation seems to be grabbing a man’s testicles so hard that you make them fall to their knees. He went down for the count, giving me enough time to untie the other restraints.

I kicked him a few more times in the balls. He very fucked me, but he never came. He did crack my rib and left quite a lot of bruises in the short time I spent tied up, but I did not become his snuff porn star because I survived. Women like me learn to be scrappy to get out of trouble and death. When will I ever learn. Men dangle cocaine in front of me like a carrot and I take the bait every time.

Pound Out Snuff Sex With Rena

Let me tell you about the latest snuff sex enoucnter I experienced. As I lay naked and helpless on the cold, hard surface, my body trembling with anticipation, he approaches me like a predator stalking its prey. His rough hands grip my hips tightly as he roughly spreads my legs wide open. He doesn’t say a word; instead, his eyes speak volumes of the violence that awaits me.

The first sensation is an intense burning pain as he forcefully pushes his cock into my mouth, filling it to capacity and choking me slightly. I can taste blood mixed with his precum as he begins to thrust in and out of my throat at an alarming pace.

It feels like he’s trying to rip through the back of my throat with each brutal thrust. My eyes water uncontrollably from the pain and humiliation but also from pleasure because this is what I crave – this raw animalistic sex that leaves me feeling used up but satisfied deep down inside.

Next comes the turn for anal penetration which hurts even more than expected due to how tightly clenched up I was beforehand from fear and excitement alone! But once again, there’s no escape for me now; all hope has been lost since we started this twisted game together long ago…

snuff sexThe head of his cock presses against my sphincter muscle before forcing itself inside without any mercy or lube – tearing through skin like tissue paper under extreme pressure until finally breaking through into my ass hole where it starts pumping in and out rapidly causing spasms throughout every inch of flesh around it while leaving trails of fresh blood behind as evidence of our perverse act. The pain is unbearable at times but mixed with the pleasure that courses through my veins like an addictive drug makes it impossible for me to resist or stop him from taking what he wants from me – which seems to be every inch of my body now sore and bruised from his rough handling yet still begging for more punishment underneath its broken exterior.

Torture Phone Sex is Making me Expose an Exhibitionist- Meet Lynnie

Torture Phone SexI’m a damsel in distress. Threatened by torture phone sex. Everyone Meet Lynnie. He has been Showing His ass and His cock all over fucking California! He has made promises to Kill me. Torturing me, by slicing my cunt, and removing my limbs if I didn’t expose him. He has promised to make me die a slow and painful death, if I don’t do this.

I can’t tell you how scared I am. I don’t want to get beaten and  fucked and have my pussy cut up into little bits. Lynnie Cockmiller has been recorded pumping his cock and showing his asshole all over the Fresno Area. He even threatened to cut my nipples and tits off.

I don’t want to be a bloody mess! I’m in fear for my life, Lynnie wants to make me his victim.  He will fuck me, and rip off my limbs turning them into bloody stumps. Here is my first real exposure of him. The first of many, because I want to live. This is his actual cock. You can’t imagine all the naughty nasty things that are to Cum from Lynnie….

I will keep exposing him for the nasty exhibitionist he is! He has done unimaginable things and Im gonna to tell you all about them. I’m not doing this of my own free will. I’ve been intimidated, menaced and coerced by Lynnie, and If I don’t do this then I will be murdered. As scared as I am, My cunt still leaks and quivers. It must be all the excitement and the threat of being killed.

 

 

Torture sex brutal and bloody gets my cunt soaked

Torture sexTorture sex, with its brutal and bloody undertones, has always been my ultimate turn-on. Each drop of blood, each cry of agony, sends a rush of adrenaline through my body, making my cunt wet and aching with need. It’s a primal reaction, one that taps into the most visceral parts of my being. The more brutal, the more intense, the more I crave it.

What truly sets my soul on fire is when I have a hot guy with a hard dick, willing to make little bitches cry and bleed on that dick. I’ve got a special little treat for us to play with. A tight little Snuff sex slave. She’s a young fresh thing that no one is looking for. She is at our mercy and I don’t want to give her any.

I’ll ravage her little cunt with your cock and I want you to pound her hips broken. Fuck her cunt to death. And when your cock is all covered in blood in gore, I want you to rail it into me. I want to cum on her blood and hail Satan when I do!

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?

Killer Phone Sex Revenge Feels So Satisfying

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex night. What about you? Honestly, I just went out to have a drink. It’s been a long rough week, and I thought I would treat myself. But fate had other plans for me. I ran into one of my father’s cronies. A guy who routinely forced himself on me when as a very young girl. And this man I’ve searched for but never lucked out until last night in some random dive bar in the next county over. I found the devil himself drinking Budweiser at the bar.

I knew he would not remember me. At least not the way I look now. Last time he saw me, I did not have these gorgeous tits. I felt like the universe wanted me to kill Darren. Why else would we cross paths. I went to a bar I never go to in a different county from where I live because I saw an auto mechanic 45 minutes away who recommended this bar. The things that needed to occur to put us in the same space felt like fate.

Since the mechanic’s recommendation led to the death of the man who made my life hell for a decade, he will now be my mechanic of choice despite the distance. Although I know there’s no way he knew, I went to the bar thinking perhaps this mechanic wanted to see me outside of his car shop. But he wasn’t there. However, I found Darren and that made up for not getting fucked by a hot mechanic.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

I roofied my former tormentor, my dad‘s best friend Darren. The first man to ever fist my ass. And once he did, my dad and all his friends did too. His sick little torture sex games with a young schoolgirl inspired my father to do the same thing to me. And we all know a leopard does not change his spots. So, I killed him not only for revenge, but to protect future girls like me from his evilness.

And he seemed easy to kill. The drugs helped. But once I tied him to the bed, I told him who I was. And he looked like he had seen a ghost. And I could see the wheels turning in his head. But he could not come up with anything to say. However, he couldn’t say anything because even if he felt regretful, I planned on killing him. Men say anything to get out of trouble. And they say anything to keep their dicks attached to their bodies too.

He saw my big knife, and he knew what I planned for him. Not simple castration. That felt too good for him. Although I do enjoy castration phone sex I wanted to take the entire cock off his body. Without that he could not hurt another girl again. He wouldn’t need his dick in hell anyway because hopefully perverts just like him will make him their bitch boy.

I loved listening to him scream and plead for mercy just like I did as a little girl. I rescued myself. But nobody rescued this pervert. Because he’s floating in the lake somewhere dead with his severed cock in his mouth serving as fish food. Revenge feels so good.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True in the Right Circumstances

murder phone sex fantasiesSometimes I find myself consumed with murder phone sex fantasies. Also, I know I put myself in dangerous situations and acquaint myself with men all in the name of a fix for cocaine. Some men treat me far worse than others. And some I wish dead. But just because I have murderous fantasies, does not make me a murderer. Until it did.

I met James about 15 years ago. He’s a drug dealer that I go to when it’s an absolute emergency, but I prefer not to visit him because he’s brutal. Even more brutal than my stepson and more brutal than anybody in my past combined. But I saw him in a place I did not expect to see him. And that made my head rush with thoughts of torture. For everything he’s done to me in my past, he had torture sex coming. But how would I lure him. I set a honey trap. My mind works quickly when I’m high. And I’m always high.

I told him I left my husband, and I wanted to be his slave. I gave him the address of the no tell motel I planned to stay at until I saved enough money to get my own place. And he bought that I wanted to fuck him. Fucking him seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind. However, if I had to fuck him first, I would. This man haunted me in my dreams. But he haunts me no more.

Sometimes, a Submissive Whore Must Do Uncharacteristic Things to Survive

I slipped him a roofie and started fucking him on this no motel bed. I’ve seen Basic Instinct a few times, so I had an ice pack under the mattress. One I could get too easily. And I grabbed that ice pick and I just started stabbing him. Frantic stabbing. His blood sprayed everywhere. He tried to choke me, but I kept stabbing him.

I felt like a fight or flight response took me over. And it fueled me with anger and strength I didn’t even know I had. The guy prolapsed my ass one too many times. Left me battered and used naked in the middle of nowhere. He came close to killing me a few times. And I know I’m weak. I would’ve gone to him again for coke in a moment of desperation. And that next time he would’ve killed me.

I turned that no tell motel into a crime scene. It looked like someone made a snuff porn in that room. Although I didn’t film it, I did leave a mess. But in that kind of place nobody pays any attention to who comes and goes. And I know I likely left DNA behind, but I’m not in the system. But now I must make sure I never am. But in my defense that bastard had it coming. And I’m sure there’s lots of grateful girls in the world who will thank me once they know he’s gone.

Mutilation phone sex wrecks her tight hole

Mutilation phone sex Mutilation phone sex is so satisfying. When we are done, we have a broken, lifeless mess of a girl, her tight little pussy a grotesque, gaping ruin, oozing with the filth of her own brutal defilement. Your cock is dripping with her blood. She was once a virgin, but we destroyed her hymen, we destroyed everything.
I told you I have the talent to locate the purest, tightest of little pussies, untouched and so bald and smooth. Your cock is so fucking hard, I can barely fit it in my cunt. But sticking it in a little dumb whore is so much harder. I have to force it, using all of my strength to get your mushroom head in. She’s already bleeding by then. I can’t help myself, I love to make them bleed. I’ll dig my nails in so deep in their cunts, they’re all sliced up. It’s exquisite when the blood pours out. You fuck those cunts until their cunts are ground up lunch meat.
And you know your Snuff sex bitch is hungry. I’ll go down on the bloody hole and eat what’s left. A smashed up clit and shredded labia. They taste incredibly sweet when you shoot your nut on them, giving them a creamy glaze. We can do whatever we want. They’re disposable, and their helpless bodies are at our mercy!

Mr. torture teacher who trapped and ravaged my sweet precious teen cunt during school

Teen phone sex

God damn evil manipulative creepy creechy teacher, class wasn’t dismissed when I was in there. Among all the goth teen barely legal bitches he had his eye’s on my tiny prize. Everytime we were required to learn, facing the board, he’d stand over me with his stick, staring down into my tit’s, peeking at my panties up my skirt, staring deep into my eye with an evil demented plan festering in his god damn old dick daddy sick head.

“class dismissed” but not for me, he grabbed me by my blonde hair, locked the classroom door, hands around me neck telling me I won’t get to ever leave this sick fucking town, graduate unless I be his slave.

His closet to the room was dark, lit up by red lights, ropes hanging from the ceiling, he hung me by my arms and legs, slapped the fuck outa me, almost putting me to sleep. I was growing into my faze of loving the abuse but I wasn’t sure if this dick was gonna let me out breathing.

He spun me around like a little toy, shoving two dildos up both my tight little princess and my tiny pooty. With a lever he spread me wider and wider, my screams went unheard as he crammed this rubber fucker’s so deep I could feel them smashing my stomach.

Suffocation and teen torture, choke me out!

Barely legal goth girl with a dark side with no control. He was a dirty old man, balding with eyes as black as night. He pushed pulled, shook me shaking me, cutting the sides of my ass cheeks as thick milky bloody cum was running down my legs, gagging my mouth, barely able to breathe.

I couldn’t feel the cuts only the burns of the massive dry rubber machines ramming me with my legs getting spread more and more. He trapped me, extorted me, manipulated me to be his slutty teen sex slave until he moved onto the next barely legal virgin fertile sensitive student.

It was a smart move, he creamed all over his ugly tan pants soiling himself before he’s due to teach another class. Humiliated and unharmed, my love for torture and pain only grew, bigger than his ugly cock.