Category: Taboo phone sex

The Artist and The Young voice phone sex slut.

Young voice phone sex

Have you ever had a Young voice phone sex slut that will make you do anything? Ever wanted someone to take charge and make you worship her body? My Young voice phone sex will make you do anything I tell you. It’s like being lost in a spell. Well it might be a spell, you never know with me. I had a caller who did every little thing I told him to do and his screams made my pussy dripping wet. We will call this caller Joe. Joe called me think he could make me his bitch. Obviously he can not fucking read. No one and I mean No one can break me. My Young voice phone sex call had him begging for mercy before I hung up on him just so he can suffer. Joe was a painter, he loved to paint evil painting. Lots of blood and torture in his paintings. I made him lube up his dick and tease his cock with the brush of the paint brush. I told him I wanted him to paint me my own special picture but using only his cock. He was going to dip his little dick in paint and slap it around on the canvas. But my young voice instructed him step by step on sliding the tip of his paint brush into his tiny pathetic cock. Listening to his moans and painful cry’s as he shoved the thick wooden paint brush handle into his dick hole. I made him rub his cock until he cam.. But nothing could come out because his dick hole was plugged up. I continued to force him to rub his cock over and over building up his cum loads inside of his cock. The pressure was building up behind that paint brush. It ripped the head of his cock in half… Then I made him paint me a picture using real blood.

Mouth Fucking

taboo phone sexMy body is so sore after what happened yesterday. I was walking to the curb to put out my trash when a truck stopped and a man asked for directions. That’s the last thing that I remember before waking up in total darkness with something over my head and being choked by a huge cock.

I give great head, I like to take it slow and lick the tip teasingly, painfully long before licking ever so softly on the ball sack. I let me drool slather the shaft and balls and drip down onto my chest. Mmmm I fucking love a hard cock in my mouth. This time; however, I was not given the option to take it slow and give the blowjob of a lifetime. Thrown onto a cold floor naked and tied with a bag over my head, the only opening was near my mouth for the vicious throat fucking I was about to take. So many cocks in my mouth and some so large that they left raw spots on my throat, made me very sore. The men laughed and called me the “cum dumpster,” and kept saying what a pretty and tight little mouth that I had.

Snuff sex is the best sex!

snuff sexSnuff sex is the best kind of sex as far as I am concerned. I like to watch a bitch suffer unimaginable pain, I want to hear her screaming and begging for her worthless life, I want to feel her blood on my skin. I seriously don’t think I could even get off on regular boring vanilla sex so I don’t even try, it’s snuff sex or no sex with me! You and I can go hunting, we’ll find the perfect little bitch to kill, she’ll be small and delicate and oh so very young… we’ll make her grow up in a hurry though, won’t we? I’ll hold the bitch down while you force all of her little virgin fuck holes open and we will listen to her screaming and get off on it. We will take our time, lets make this last because snuff sex should be savored, never rushed! And in the end, she will beg us to kill her and that is one request I will be happy to grant!

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies with an Extreme Pain Slut

taboo phone sexWhat are you taboo phone sex fantasies? I have all kinds, but my favorite involve torture. I am a pain slut. It all started when I was very young. Daddy did very bad things to my ass. According to my therapist, I cut myself as a way to feel in control over a life that was out of control. It was a bunch of psycho babble. The truth was I was a pain whore. I would use daddy’s razor blades to cut my flesh, then use my own blood as lube to play with my pussy. I wasn’t traumatized by daddy using my bottom like I was an ass rape porn star. I realized I loved pain. I also discovered I had a morbid curiosity for blood. Flash forward two decades and I am a submissive whore who loves to be hurt. I need men who aren’t afraid to leave a mark on me. Knives, razor blades, nails, hammers, pliers, hat pins… Sharp and blunt objects that can cause deadly trauma are my favorite for you to use on me. I am well beyond the ropes and chains phase of my life. I have built up a high tolerance for pain over the years. What kind of damage can you do to me? Are you man enough to do it?

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My uncle invited me on a road trip to keep him company, at least that is what he told me and my mom. My mom was okay with my going and I was really excited. We stopped somewhere late at night that was a bar. He said he wanted to relax a bit and kick back. While we were there, there where a group of thugs just staring me down. When my uncle saw, he smiled at them and started to go over to them and befriend them. The guys definitely made my stomach turn. I could tell they wanted to do dirty things to me.

As the night went on we all went to the parking lot, I was so happy to be leaving. They did some whispering and hand shaking as I waited for the car door to unlock. No one was around, it was like a deserted no mans land. Instead of leaving they all walked over to me, they were whistling and blowing kisses at me. Before I knew it my uncle was sitting back and laughing while they all yanked me around. They touched every part of my body and held me up against someone as they all undressed me.

I begged for help over to my uncle and instead he just looked at me. They put me down on the hard cold asphalt and began to take turns ripping me open with their dicks. I was crying an begging for them to stop, they were making blood gush down my thighs. I could not even move no matter how hard I tried. They forced their dicks inside every single hole. After they were done, I stayed there laying on the ground. My uncle hovered over top of me, unbuttoning his pants. “You ready for me now? I bet those holes are gapped open and slimmy.”

Help Use My Little Sisters

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Need a subby teen accomplice baby? I got something for you! I know what you want is to DEYSTROY a little cunt, so I’ll tell you all about my favorite hobby as a teen whore who is a submissive too. I am always getting tied up and ‘forced’ into helping guys use my little sisters my sweet little ones who beg for help but I get wet when they do. I know I am bad and I accept it so I just let them do what they want! Actually all I do now is have my cunt bend over and over again. Because guys like em NICE AND YOUNG! The younger the better they always say and I can’t even blame them cuz those ripe little cunts beg to be abused and used, I swear. They need to be ruined and crying and wailing to possibly no point of return. This what they are here for and it’s everything you ever imagined and more.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies: Where are My Hungry Cannibalism Phone Sex Men?

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are all I have. How about you? I don’t fantasize about the shit that makes a Nicholas Sparks novel or movie. I dream of the stuff that would make Eli Roth gag. I recently saw his latest movie, “Green Inferno.” It is based on a movie called “Cannibal Holocaust.” The premise is a plane filled with do gooder college boys and girls goes down in the rain forest somewhere. The naive group encounters some indigenous folks who want to have them for dinner. Literally have them for dinner. I got really excited at the cannibal scenes. The idea of eating human flesh turns me on. It is extremely taboo, but it is also very wicked. Who hasn’t thought about having some ex for dinner? No better way to dispose of a body than to consume it from head to toe. “Green Inferno” showed the fat guy getting eaten first. Of course they were feeding a village. The perfect dinner for me would be a tender young thing with some meat on her bones. Not too fat not too skinny. Just right. She would be natural. No bleached blondes with fake tits and tattoos and piercings. In this movie, dinner came to them. I like to hunt for the perfect meal. The best meals are planned. You want the perfect main course, so you take the time to find it. And, you take the time to prepare it to your liking also. In this movie, it was clear dinner was served to feed the masses and get rid of the enemy. I just have a special friend or two to serve. Colleges are back in session which means tons of new college freshman with their extra 10 pounds and inability to hold their alcohol. That is my kind of dinner. So who has dark fantasies, patience and a voracious appetite?

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Ang The Impaler

torture phone sex Watching an old black and white, the images flash on the screen. Even though the picture has no color, I can see the bright red of the blood as it drips from the severed neck and down the stakes. Vlad the Impaler was a ruthless and feared ruler. I admire his style. I don’t know when my eyes became heavy and I was transported to that place that no one else would dare to go. My dream state where my sub conscious allows the demons of my desires to roam free, unencumbered. There she was with her dirty blonde hair and her big brown eyes. Innocence was reflected in her face and body language. I could feel the evil inside me tugging at my black heart, beckoning me to act on the dark desires that were washing over me. Slowly I approached her, smiling. As soon as I was close enough I brushed the hair from her face. The feel of her skin sent a burn of fire through me. Pushing her up against the wall I secured the leather straps around her wrists and ankles before fastening the metal halo around her head, rendering her completely immobile. Stocking the fire I placed the sharpened end of the first metal spear in the flame waiting for it to glow red hot. I could feel my cunt pulsating as I raised the spear and took aim. the first throw hit her just under the ribs. her screams pierced the air as the spear pierced her skin and the sound of  her skin sizzling as the spear cauterized the flesh made my nipples tingle with delight. It would take some practice to perfect my aim.

There’s snuff porn… and then there’s underground snuff porn

snuff pornThere is snuff porn… and the there’s underground snuff porn and the two are very different. You see anything labeled snuff at your local porn shop is so fake! They are like horror films, all the blood is fake all the pain is fake, all the screaming is fake, fake, fake! The underground shit that I make though, that shit is very, very real. I choose my victims carefully and I film them in secret locations where I am assured of privacy. And I always keep my face covered so that when people see the films, they won’t know that it is me killing whores. No proof, no convictions, you know what I mean? I make sure that you can see the actual, very real pain on those whore’s faces though, and you can tell that the blood in my movies is very real too. These little bitches suffer great pain before I finally give in and kill them! Trust me, you have never experienced true pleasure until you see some authentic snuff like mine!

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Snuff Porn: Just Another Dead Dumb Whore

snuff pornSnuff porn mommy Blair is my name in the underground circuit. I am known for being an addicted mommy desperate for money that I will do all sorts of vile things for my next fix. Last week, I got a call from a director I have done some work with previously. He does extremely gross porn. Vomit, piss, shit, blood play movies. I don’t enjoy those sorts of movies, but the pay is good. Beggars cannot be choosers. He had a friend making a snuff torture film who was looking for a red headed MILF for the lead. He asked if I would be interested. Of course. Money is money. Snuff movies are not real. They just use a lot of gore to make them look real. I showed up to the casting call and was hired based on the recommendation of Lee and my looks alone. Never tested a scene, never even screamed once. Filming started immediately. My costume was a dog collar, a leather bra and panties and a leash.  I was locked in a dungeon.  It was dark and damp. Smelled awful, like death. I was crawling around when I slipped in something. It felt and smelled like blood. Lee wouldn’t send me to a real snuff filmmaker, would he, I wondered. I tried not to panic, then I felt bodies. Bodies clearly dead, but recently as they were warm still. Female bodies too. Bugs were in the cell. I could feel them crawling on my skin. I was in full panic mode now. This shit was real. I didn’t sign up to be really killed. I started screaming for the director to let me out. I was released. It gave me a false sense of security. When I saw myself in the light, I was mortified. I was covered in blood, bugs and guts. I puked on the floor. I felt  a jolt to the back of my head that pushed me into my own vomit. I heard the chainsaw noise, then everything went dark as I heard someone yell, “get ready for another dead dumb whore.”