Category: Taboo phone sex

Snuff Sex in the Mall

snuff sexSnuff sex turn you on? Guys always get rough with me when fucking. I like it though. I have never been the kind of girl you make love too. I am the kind of girl you fuck. Men know this. They enjoy fucking a bimbo because they know a bimbo does whatever they want. I was at the mall last night shopping. I picked up a fan club. Some men I assumed were looking at all the young talent running about if you know what I mean. They got cock teased by jail bait, so decided to take out their sexual frustrations with me. I was down for a gangbang rape porn in the bathroom of the food court. I was high, drunk and horny. Sure, I was way too old for their tastes, but any port in a storm, right? They said they wanted to tie me up for fun. That should have been my red flag. I am a stupid bimbo whore so of course I said yes. They fucked me aggressively. I am used to rag doll fucking, but this was violent fucking. Two or three dicks in a hole at once. A few fists too. Strangulation, suffocation, cutting, punching sex.  My head was slammed up against the wall of the bathroom so hard, I lost consciousness. I woke up in a pool of blood and cum. A janitor found me. No clue how long I had been out, but the mall was closed. I guess those guys got really worked up that they couldn’t fuck jail bait pussy and took it out on me. If they had only asked, I am sure I could have lured a sweet young thing away for them to play with being a female. If you are a P man, you just need a submissive whore accomplice.

Castration Phone Sex: The Best Part is What I Do with Your Nuts Afterwards

castration phone sex Castration phone sex is hands down the sickest fun I can have on the phone. I love telling losers exactly what I am going to do to their testicles. My pussy gets wet at the graphic detail. Every loser who calls me for this specialty is different. I never remove two guys’ junk the same way. Where is the fun in that for me? Variety is the spice of life. I enjoyed telling a loser last night after I removed his balls with a castration band and a rusty saw, that I was going to deep fry his nuts and eat them. My spin on Rocky Mountain oysters. As he laid there in pain, bleeding all over the place, I was deep frying his nuts in olive oil and scallions. They ended up looking like fried perogies, just a lot smaller. Not quite as tasty either. Sat down across from him and ate his balls. I’m not a savage. Of course, I offered him some too. He tried to politely refuse, so I forced a few bites down his throat. Your host offers you something to eat, you eat it, even if it is your own balls. How do you think I will remove your nuts? I will let you in on a little secret. The best part is not removing your balls; it is what I do with them afterwards.

Taboo Phone Sex with Blair

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is a submissive fuck toy’s specialty. Submissive whores don’t get vanilla calls. We don’t have vanilla lives. This guy I hooked up with last night for some coke got rough with me. He was not a drug dealer. He just buys a lot for himself to share with others. He did share with me, but for a price. My ass. Men love fucking my ass hard. In fact, this guy was enjoying my ass so much, he invited a few friends over to share my tight ass with him. The feeling of 3 cocks in your ass is not one of accomplishment as much as it is about pain. It hurts like fuck to get gaped and stretched. They ruined my ass. They found it amusing to strangle me as they ass fucked me. I would pass out, then a cock would ram my ass back and I was back awake. Passing out made the fucking more intense. My ass was so sore, I put some coke on my rosebud. Bad idea. My skin was torn open from the ass fucking, so I absorbed the coke into my body. I was a fucking machine. I started begging he boys to fuck my ass harder and faster. I am paying for it today. Even an ass rape porn star can get ass fucked too hard. I am sitting on an inner tube smoking weed for the pain. My asshole is prolapsed, but I bet you are hard thinking of my pain and shame.

Please abuse me

Snuff phone sexI have been having a lot of really dark evil fantasies about getting kidnapped and raped. Do you think you could help me with those fantasies baby? You can make me do whatever you want to me. I want you to beat me, fuck all my holes, and make me suffer. I want you to make me feel all the pain that a little whore like me should feel, I deserve to be used and abused by you and whoever you want to take turns with me. I even wanna scream and beg for you to stop I know that will make your cock rock hard. I am there to nothing but a pussy and asshole, just a cum dumpster for you cum baby. Please abuse me!

The next big score

I have a crazy ass ex who would always make me commit these robberies with him. We would break into houses and steal all of the things that would get some money to get our next fix. My ex really loved it when the houses were still occupied when we got in there. He loved to have me tie up the woman so he could carry out his rape fantasies. He would have me tie the husbands up and make them watch if him fuck the shit out of the woman in the house if the men were home.

Torture sex

He would have me hold down the lil ones of the house and he would do horrible things to the, He would carry out rape and fuck fantasies to his pleasure, while I had to watch, participate and help. At first it would bother me, but as time went on I learned to like it and eventually I started to get wet at the thought of our next big score.

Snuff sex is something I can’t live without!

snuff sexSnuff sex is something I just can’t live without so I went looking for a little whore last night. I was on the college campus and found me a nice drunk whore all by herself. She was laying on the ground near a bench half passed out so I just helped her up and into my car. She had no idea who I was but was far too drunk to care, she was unconscious before I got her back to my place so I carried her in. By the time she woke up she was naked and tied to a bed, spread wide open so that all the men in the room could see her entire body. She started screaming and begging us to let her go but it was far too late for that, they were already horny and ready to fuck! I let them use her for hours, every hole was fucked and filled with cum! She’s still alive down there, I’m going to keep her around until she is fucked to death!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Pleasure

I’m a perverted murderess and murder phone sex fantasies are totally my pleasure! You’re nothing more than prey for me and I love to play with my prey before I brutally attack you with a machete, axe, or whatever implements I deem necessary, or whatever is more fun for me at the moment.

My favorite things to do are drug your drink at a club I bartend at, and as you start losing consciousness I get my guys to assist you to the back room. My dungeon is there and all my nice shiny implements of torture. When I get a guy that is well hung I will certainly ride that fucking cock as I start  to get ready to cum I slide off that rod, sit my cunt on your face and start making an incision in your nutsack. Squirting in your mouth as you try to scream I start pissing making you choke and drowned as the excruciating pain throws you into shock.

Don’t worry, you’ll bleed to death if you don’t asphyxiate first!

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

Execution by Torture Sex and Humiliation

torture sex

Torture sex death and humiliation is what I was sentenced to for my crime of disobedience. The judge ordered my death immediate and public. My executioner was into extreme pain and degradation. Before we even left the courtroom, he had me stripped naked and in shackles. I was escorted to a room. The room where I would soon die. There was a variety of people watching in awe as I was spanked repeatedly. My body was exposed and prodded. Nipple clamps were attached to my tits. My cunt was whipped. My legs were spread wide and I was tortured with a menacing vibrator. When I got wet, I was mocked for being a pain slut. I was tied to a post and whipped and tortured while strangers gawked and cheered for my death. I tried to beg for forgiveness for my insolence, but my fate was already sealed. My executioner was having too much fun torturing my female parts. I liked the pain, but I was afraid to die. I didn’t want to die.  I denied that I liked the pain, but my wet cunt told a different tale. My executioner informed me that I would die a painful death when I orgasmed. I tried not to cum. But the pain was too intense. I am a pain slut after all. I died cumming, naked, exposed, being tortured in my ass and my pussy while strangers masturbated and cheered my death.  If only I had met my executioner under different circumstances….

Snuff Porn Sunday, Bloody, Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sunday was my day yesterday. I packed up my car and went on a road trip. I found a little church in the middle of nowhere with plenty of cars in the lot. Perfect. Church service was in progress. I am a blasphemous bitch. I love to go into a small local rural church looking like the Goth stranger from Hell and see what kind of mayhem I can stir up. The moment I walked in, all eyes turned and stared. Even the pastor stopped his sermon to ask if I was lost. They weren’t very inviting despite their message outside that everyone was welcome, especially sinners. I started spouting off some blasphemous shit that gave the old fuddy duddies a heart attack. I pulled my knife out and started slitting throats of the stupid and the pious. Sunday, bloody, Sunday. My cunt was wet. The pastor was trying to pray for my soul. “I ain’t got a soul,” I yelled. I am Satan’s daughter, I informed the congregation as I snatched a little angel out of the pew. I tossed her on the alter, ripped her clothes off and fucked her bald cunt and puckered pink asshole with a cross. She cried, said the Lord’s prayer, but God was not going to save her from blasphemous sex. By the time I was done, the quaint little church looked like something out of a Saw movie. Blood and limbs spewed everywhere. Not a living soul around. I spit in the holy water, said a prayer for Satan, got in my convertible and looked for the next little church. They are all over on Route 666. Maybe next Sunday, you may want to join me on a bloody, blasphemous road trip. Killing sprees in the name of Satan are more fun with two.

Do you have murder phone sex fantasies like me?

muder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies are so intriguing don’t you think? For me, it’s always a little tiny bitch that I want to kill. I want her small and weak and delicate and I want to take all of her beauty and innocence from her slowly and painfully. She’ll be my little doll that I can dress up… and cut up into little pieces. I’ll start by tying her up so she can’t squirm around then I want to start slicing pieces off of her. Maybe cut her little face, break her little nose or pop her fucking eyes out. All those little things that hurt so bad but won’t kill her, I want her to last as long as possible. I’ll break her bones one by one until she is just a broken bloody little doll, that’s when I will finally fuck her with one of my wicked strap on cocks and fuck her to death!