Category: Taboo phone sex

Castration Phone Sex Therapy

castration phone sexCastration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay.  I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife.  I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?

Kinky Taboo Phone Sex Slut

taboo phone sexWhen guys know you are a taboo phone sex slut, they like to push the boundaries; take you out of your comfort zone. I met Todd on Tinder. He was looking for a party slut who liked to get kinky. I was looking for free coke. We were in his living room doing lines of snow and sharing kinky fetishes and experiences. He wanted to show me his dungeon. He had a BDSM dungeon in his basement. It was perfect for keeping a prisoner because the walls were padded and sound proof. There were no windows. Once I was down there, I got nervous. I thought I may never be seen again if I went into the basement with him. He had quite a few devices for male torture too. I joked that I could be be the executioner when I saw his full body leather suit. It looked bad ass. He put it on and he looked like a medieval executioner. I thought he might have snuff sex ideas, but he didn’t. He wanted to torture my pussy and ass, but he didn’t want to kill me. He laid down on a bench. His face mask had a dildo with spikes attached as a mouth piece. He had me squat over his face. He held me up by my ass as he lowered me down on his mouth dildo.  It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I was riding his face but getting fucked hard. I was squirting everywhere, but bleeding too. The dildo was tearing my cervical canal. What is wrong with me? He was likely ruining my pussy, or at the very least ensuring I couldn’t fuck for a while.  I am a true pain slut, but he took my pain to a new level.  I can’t wait to hook up with him again.

Brutal Porn

I took this extreme brutal porn job that I saw on one of sex websites. I knew I could handle this task since I love getting beat the fuck up. I went to the address that was provided for me. The door was unlocked. Walking in there was a little bit of light coming from a lamp on the other end of the room. I walked towards the light and from behind I was grabbed. A hand came over my mouth and one on my throat. Both hand tightly pressed against me I was being dragged backwards and I was thrown on a dirty mattress laying on the floor in the dark corner of the room. I could not see anything and when I studdard out the words who is that I felt a hard as fuck kick to my twat. I screamed and bundled up into the fetal position. The pain was intense and went shivering up my body. I could hear a voice say “stupid bitch.” I thought this was going to be a porn shoot. I quickly realized that was not the case. There were no cameras no one else but the man in the shadows and me.Snuff sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Cum True

rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasies get me wet. I think they get many women wet, just most women are not kinky sluts like me, so they won’t admit that they have dark fantasies like this. I am seeing this guy. He is dominant of course. He asked me about my deep dark fantasies. I told him I had rape fantasies. He told me you couldn’t take the willing. I never thought about it like that. We got to drinking Friday night and having some hot S&M games. He had me wear a face mask, so I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, the alarm to his house went off. We heard glass shattered first. His dog was barking and with the alarm, we knew there was an intruder. I couldn’t see what was going on as the mask was locked to my face. I heard my man arguing with a guy, pleading for our lives, then a gunshot and a thud. I was screaming for my boyfriend, but another man answered instead. I was punched in the face right before I felt my legs being pulled apart. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I could feel I was being force fucked. I could taste blood, my blood as it trickled from my nose to my mouth. I screamed, but I was punched again. After what seemed like hours of being assaulted, my mask was ripped off. There was my boyfriend and a friend laughing at me. “Still have rape fantasies,” he inquired? They laughed at scaring me half to death, assaulting my pussy and punching my face so hard that I bled. I had been punked. Cruel joke but it made my pussy wetter than ever. What is wrong with me? I begged him to punk me again soon. I am such a sick bitch.

He had to go

snuff phone sexI hate a rude ass mansplaining man, seriously, who the fuck did he think he was? How dare he try to tell me how to kill a whore like he was some kind of expert! He had never actually killed anyone ever! Just because he was a man, he suddenly knew more than me? Pssshht fuck that, I decided he needed a little lesson on how it is really done! I took him back to my place, he was sure that he had me enthralled by all his knowledge, he thought he would be getting some of this pussy… but he was very wrong. I drugged his drink and when he woke up, he was naked and securely tied down. He started crying right away, begging for me to release him, he knew what was coming and he didn’t like it one little bit. Too bad for him tho, I cut him into little pieces nice and slow, I made the torture last for hours before I finally killed him. In the end he realized that I knew more about killing than he ever would!

Sex with Dead Bodies

sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies is better than it sounds. I don’t date. I am not exactly the type of girl who excels in the online dating bullshit. I am a sadistic bitch. I have dark fantasies. I hate most people. I don’t look at men with googly eyes like most girls. I see a man and I just wonder if he is accomplice material or victim material. I don’t often look at a guy and say, “Damn, I’d like to fuck him.” But, I am a woman, with needs like any other woman. I have a mortician friend who lets me know when a fresh body comes in with what I need. What I don’t need is a small dick or romantic bullshit. I am like a praying mantis female. After sex, I just assume bite my lover’s head off than cuddle. Men only serve a purpose when they are helping me kill. My friend let’s me know if a man comes into the morgue with rigor mortis in the right places. I come in ride the donkey until I cum. I get off and I don’t feel the need to bite the head off my lover.  He can’t say anything annoying. He can’t attempt to cuddle or do small talk. Ideally, I prefer to kill them myself. It is more satisfying, but the problem with that is sometimes my desire for a nice cock is gone when the loser it is attached too begs for mercy and shit. At the morgue, it is just a hard cock. I hop on and hop off and a corpse can’t kill the mood like a live victim. My ideal lover is one who is willing to die for my sexual pleasure. Is that you? You most have a big cock and a desire to die quietly.

Ageplay Rape Phone Sex Fantasies On Your Mind

rape phone sex fantasiesYou’re the kind of pervert who sits outside of playgrounds jacking his cock while watching little ones play on the playground fantasizing about ageplay rape phone sex fantasies aren’t you?  I knew it.  I can tell by the way you watch them that all you can think about is their tiny little hands stroking your cock.  Tiny little mouths trying to take as much of your cock in it huh?  Of course you do.  In fact, that’s all you think about.  Mature women can’t even get you off anymore.  You’ve been wanting this for soooo long.  Just watching isn’t good enough for you anymore is it?  You want, no you crave those tiny little hands around your cock and those tiny little mouths.  You think about stuffing all your cock down their little throats making them choke on it.   Bald little cunts with legs spread wide open.  Tiny little assholes waiting to be filled.  Untouched by anyone, until now.

Strangulation phone sex

strangulation phone sexI was at my friends house and I was black out drunk. I was laying in my friends bed as we chatted and joked around. Next thing I know she disappears to go find the bathroom. I closed my eyes for maybe a second and then heard the door open and lock. I could not pick my head up to see if it was her.

I felt a tough hand go over my neck and start to squeeze. I was gasping for air, as my jeans were forced down my legs. I had no strength to keep my legs closed. He was able to slide right inside my wet pussy. He started fucking me harder and harder as his grip squeezed harder around my neck. I felt like my eyes could pop out of my skull.

I felt his cock digging deeper and harder into me. I hope if I pass out due to lack of air, that I am not too sore.

Ass Rape Porn in the Hood

ass rape pornAss rape porn can happen anywhere when you are a dirty whore. I went to the bad part of town Sunday night to score some coke and weed.  No dealer will make a delivery to my place anymore. In fact, most have cut me off. I am on the right side of the tracks. I am a soccer mom living in a gated community with a huge monkey on her back. A friend of mine told me about Leo. He is a low level urban hood dealer. He may not accept a trade for coke, but he would sell to me if had the cash. I stole money from my sons’ allowance jars, so I would have enough. It took me an hour to get to the wrong side of town. Leo sold me coke and reefer without issue. I was a tad disappointed that I didn’t have to work off anything in trade. I got lost on the way home because of the one way streets. I ended up in a very blighted area. For a moment, I thought I was lost in the projects. Turns out, I was. A middle class white woman driving a fancy car in the projects must have a death wish is what the guys were thinking who swarmed my car. I hoped they just wanted my cash and jewelry. They knew I was on their part of town to buy drugs. According to them, a white bitch doesn’t step foot in the projects unless she wants dick or drugs. They pulled me from the car by my red hair, stripped me naked and started fisting my pussy and ass. A small army gathered around me jacking their cocks, as a band of niggers and spics force fucked my holes. They took turns dumping cum in me and pissing on my head. I didn’t mind the rough sex or the humiliation, I was just devastated that they took my coke. Now, I must whore my old body out for another score.

payback

I use to stay at my aunt’s house after school sometimes. My aunt Lilian had a lovely home with excellent amenities, and I liked being there. I thought her new husband was cool until I saw him being a pervert checking me out a couple of times. I grew with anger and was upset that he would make me feel uncomfortable in my haven. I don’t take shit from no one, and I was seeing he was becoming even more resilient towards me. He would watch porn while I was there with the sound blasting. I smarten up real quick one day when he forced himself on me. I got angry and blackmailed him and let him know who was in charge. I told him if he ever thought of putting his hands on me I would fuck him up to the max. So you can imagine how I went off on him when I saw he was taking pictures of me naked in the shower. I came up with a payback plan. I ended up bringing a strap on I had bought and decided since he loved ass rape porn so much he would be getting a taste of his own medicine. I lured him in and made him think he was getting me so turned on. When he least expected it I had power and control. He was frozen in fear, I started fucking his ass, and I loved how much he fought. I let him know I would expose him to my family and friends and let him know what a pervert he really is. I was enjoying seeing him suffer like a little bitch. After I fucked him He never messed with me again. He realized I wasn’t the one to play with. Ever since then I have learned how to stick up for myself. Ass rape porn