He was really big into cosplay, and I quickly came to regret having taken a ride from him. Not only did he have a Belle dress that actually mostly fit me, but he had a full-on “Beast” costume. Given that the movie is due out in about 2 weeks, he was really hot to trot with his “Beauty & the Beast” fantasy. He dressed me himself, as he didn’t trust me not to run, which I couldn’t blame him, I would have run given the chance. He chained me up in his “dungeon” and got himself outfitted. Weirdest Beast cosplay ever – He came in wearing the “mask” and jacket, but the bottom was just a set of furred-out leggings that came only up to his thighs, leaving his cock and balls out on full display. My position suspended from the ceiling left me with only a bit of a view of him as he first entered. He took the stool that was under my knees and shifted it so that I had to lean forward to keep from dislocating anything in my arms. Once my ass was bared, he rubbed hands over it before sliding fingers into my cunt and ass, testing for tightness. Next, came his dick, rubbing over my clit and pussy – I have to admit I was kinda disgusted, but my pussy was still wet as fuck, and I can’t explain that shit. By the time he buried himself in my cunt and wrapped hands around to grab my tits, I was resigned to letting him see his fantasy through. After all, soonest begun is soonest done, right? He fucked me for hours, then put me away in a cage until he wanted me again.
Category: Taboo phone sex
Fantasy Phone Sex with Marley
Cannibalism Phone Sex for Brunch
I have strange cravings on occasion. Last night I was famished. I stopped by Waffle House around 2 in the morning. Even after eggs and bacon, I was still hungry. When I saw her sitting at the counter eating pancakes alone, I knew what I was craving. No, it was not pancakes. It was flesh. Human, female flesh. I told you I had strange cravings sometimes. I followed her as she stumbled out of the diner. Even with food in her belly, her buzz was still strong. I offered her a ride home. I told her I was an off-duty Uber driver and I wouldn’t charge her. I insisted I was just concerned for her safety and others if she drove drunk. She bought that too. While she was giving me directions, I offered her a bottled water. She passed out after a few sips of my special water. She woke up in my basement kitchen. She was strapped to a metal table. I wash washing her body with olive oil. It makes the skin turn a beautiful golden brown in the oven. I removed her jewelry and make up. Seasoned her with some spices. I inserted some vegetables in her ass and pussy, then plopped her in my big cooking pan. She was a little chunky. Just how I like them-with meat on their bones. While she was baking, I cleaned the house. Cooking a 160lb girl takes longer than cooking a frozen 25 lb turkey. The aroma of my spice mix and girl flesh permeated the air in my house. If Yankee Candle could only capture that scent in a candle! I even took a little nap. When I woke up, I was simply ravenous. My special meal was almost ready. I added some melted butter to her skin. Damn. She turned out fine. She browned evenly and smelled marvelous. I made more than I could eat, but that is why I have a big freezer. Perhaps you will join me for a meal soon? I so enjoy cannibalism phone sex.
Langley loves killer phone sex!
Having a cold-blooded streak gives me a deep love of killer phone sex! Every girl has their deep, dark secret fantasies don’t they? I have one favorite, one that I turn to over and over again.
Every night I’m on here, I get calls from guys wanting to talk for free, trying to get me to talk before payment, or simply saying nothing, stroking their pathetic cocks on the other end of the phone. They keep my wonderful, faithful paying customers from being able to get through. And even if it’s for a minute, I won’t stand for that!
He’s strapped to my stretching table. Nice and tight. His eyes flutter as he’s coming to. His eyes are huge when he sees me, he tries to scream, but between my gag and his nearly crushed throat, all he can do is a muffled rasp. Ha! Fucking worthless piece of fucking shit. I know he recognizes me, he’s called from my website enough, fucking twatwaffle. He really tries to freak the fuck out when I pull my set of scalpels out and start playing the flat edges over his naked body, slightly nicking here and there. I can’t help but to giggle out loud. Fucking pig!
Now what to do? Hmmm, it seems that he is having a terrible issue with two parts of his anatomy. His ear, and his sad little limp dick. Those fingers, those are issues, too. I got it!
I take my little pretty shiny, grip the tip of his ear, and start slowly slicing through the cartilage and flesh, I can almost hear him screaming, not that anyone will hear the little git. I hold his ear in front of his face, flapping it around like a red, sick jello jiggler. It’s strangely entertaining! What a nice-sized hole that’s made!
Oh look, he’s starting to spit his gag out. Let’s fix that! I grab what little I can of his impotent wiener, and I start slicing around and around, until all that’s left holding it to his bleeding body is his bloody urethra. I enjoy looking dead in his eyes as I grip it between my knuckles and..SNAP!.. there it goes!
Oh, tears, how sweet. I stretch his detached ear out just a bit, fit his severed dick through it, and wedge it in his sobbing mouth after removing his gag. Beautiful! He’s too busy gagging on his own still-piss dripping, blood-soaked member to see me pick up the cigar cutter.
Fucking love this thing. Just the fun clicking noise they make gets my cunt fucking wet! His pinky finger slides easily into the hole, and just as he opens his crying eyes to look my way, *POP* goes the finger! One after another, ’till all he has left for hands are two bloody palms. His left thumb is keeping his gaping, bloody pisser from bleeding out too quickly.
One by one I ram his own fingers through his hearing hole into that empty fucking skull.
Long after he’s dead, I’m still filling his head with his digits.
Try bugging me now, bitch!
Snuff sex
I have always fantasized about being a victim. I have watched countless scary movies and every single time I have seen a character running for their lives, I get this adrenaline rush. Something about the chase gets me so turned on. Seeing your self beg for your life and having no control while someone does anything they want to you is just incredible. I have always wanted someone to come in through the window at night, forcing me to do what ever they pleased. It makes me so wet thinking about a person just taking advantage of me and having no way of escaping from that situation. For instance I would want a stranger to tie my hands together and force me to suck their hard cock for as long as they wanted. Beating me with their fist until I was just a bloody mess. I would want my holes to be violated filled with cum or urine or what ever my attacker deemed necessary. I want to feel alive for those seconds where he looks into my eyes while he strangles me until I’m unconscious. Feeling my life slip away while not being able to do a single thing about it. My fantasies are not crazy or stupid they are what make me feel alive! I long for that one person who has an inner monster in them to teach me the value of life. But I just beg that he uses his cock and his sharp blade to torture me. I want to bleed and suffer and loose all control . My question is where is this monster that I seek?
Snuff Porn Doll
Snuff porn doll is my screen name on a few extreme fetish sites. I am a fetish circuit staple. Men know my reputation as a nasty freak who does anything because I am a stupid submissive whore. I know one of these days my luck is going to run out. I court danger way too often. I joke that I have more lives than a pussy. Friday night I met up with these sick guys I met online. They were looking to snuff a girl. I was way too old for their victim type, but I convinced them to let me be an accomplice. I can lure young girls away from their parents or friends easier than any man. I had to endure some pain to prove that I was not the police, but it was worth it to go along for the ride. They were tweakers. They are the worst as far as sick minds go. I tried to downplay my bimbo looks so I could play my part. I knew if I failed them, they would snuff me instead. I found an angel who fit their description. I used the lost puppy story to lure away the young girl from her pack of friends. Lured her right to the white van where my new friends gagged and drugged her. I didn’t even know where we were taking her. We ended up in a fishing cabin a few hours from town. I swear it looked like a torture room in the Saw movies. Rusty knives, chains and medieval torture sex devices. I was beginning to have regrets. They were going to snuff this little girl out in very painful ways. Not before they force fucked her first, however. I watched as their man dicks ravaged her tiny virgin holes. They showed no mercy. But that was nothing compared to what came next. I watched as they dismembered her tiny body. Her blood splatter covered my body. They fucked her limbless body too. They watched amused as she slowly bled out. They told me I made a great accomplice. “Keep bringing us little whores like this, and you can stay alive Cassie,” the ring leader seethed. I thought to myself, what the fuck have I started here.
Four Crack Rocks
My man’s crack addiction is getting out of control. Two days ago he sold me to a gang for 4 crack rocks. He took me to the gang’s head quarters and dragged me inside by my hair. He flung me on the floor to the center of the room, and yelled at me to get naked. I looked around and counted 12 gang members in the room. “Don’t make me asked again, Layla, get undressed bitch!”, he yelled at me. I removed my clothing quickly, I didn’t want him to beat me again. I stood there naked with all eyes on me, I felt so ashamed. Looking around I could see the lustful looks in the gangsters’ eyes. I knew what they wanted. All of a sudden the leader picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me to a bedroom and threw me on the bed. He pulled my thighs apart and shoved his dick in my pussy. I wasn’t ready at all and it felt like he was tearing me apart. He pounded my pussy like he hated me. He didn’t care that I was crying, and I think it turned him on. He came quickly shooting cum inside my sore pussy. He left the room and another gangster walked in. This gangster wanted me on my knees, he pounded me doggystyle. He slapped my ass hard and pulled my hair tightly, causing me to scream out in pain. But my screams were ignored, no one came to my rescue. Man after man walked into that room and raped me over and over again. I endured all of this for 4 crack rocks with a street value of $80.
Bondage Phone Sex to the Extreme
Do you like extreme bondage phone sex stories? I have one for you. I was partying over the weekend with some neighbor boys. Teen boys with some great weed and pills. They are not coke heads, but they party. I was out of powder, so I dressed slutty and went over to see if they would share their weed. Beggars can’t be choosers. Plus, young horny guys like a MILF who parties, right? They were on some wild trip. The weed was laced with some sort of psychedelic drug. I took a few puffs and even I knew it wasn’t straight weed. I was feeling out of sorts. They boys were feeling mighty aggressive. They tied me like a package saying that their grass doesn’t come for free. I knew that. I was down to fuck. But, they had something more extreme in mind. Hardcore bondage and ass rape porn. I was tied in such an awkward position, I couldn’t move. That was what they wanted so they could force fuck me like savages. High school boys were gang banging me. Not a single one of them used a condom either. I protested that I could get pregnant, but the response was, “That will be your problem then, whore.” Cocks, beer bottles, fists and other odd items like flashlights assaulted my pussy and ass. I was hot and sweaty from the drugs. I was out of it, but not so out of it to not understand that I was being force fucked by boys young enough to be my sons. They enjoyed making me suck their shit covered sticks that violated my ass hole. They enjoyed using me as a toilet too. The ropes were cutting my flesh from the friction of the force of the fucking. There was no way out for me. Like a good little submissive whore, I just waited until they were done, which was almost 24 hours later. I had no idea teen boys could fuck me so hardcore for so long.
Not your typical babysitter phone sex
This is not at all your typical babysitter phone sex, hell, I’m definitely not your typical babysitter either! But my neighbor just saw me as the woman next door and assumed that I would be the domestic brat loving type, he pretty much just dropped his bratty crotch fruit off at my house and wouldn’t take no for an answer! So there I was, stuck at home with three of the brattiest little assholes you could imagine and there was no fucking way that I was gonna put up with that shit! I grabbed the oldest asshole first, he was screaming his fool head off so I slapped the shit out of him. Then I put a ball-gag in his mouth and hogtied the little shit. His sisters were screaming and trying to run from me by that point but there was nowhere for them to go so I quickly had them tied up and gagged too. I was just going to leave the like that but I was pissed that their stupid father would have the balls to leave them with me in the first place, I couldn’t just let that shit go. I waited until he came home from work to get the little shits, when he came in and saw them he was shocked! He tried to act all pissed off and tough but one shot to the balls with my tazer shut him right up! I forced him to fuck his little girls while his son fucked his tender little ass. This fucking asshole tried to say he didn’t like any of it, that he didn’t want to fuck his brats but his cock was rock fucking hard and he was leaking precum all over the place! He was fucking loving it… I know that because he’s already asked me to babysit his brats again tomorrow!
Evil Phone Sex Sunday
Evil phone sex Sunday? Has a nice ring too it, doesn’t it. Evil describes me well. So does sadistic bitch, snuff queen, sick, twisted, antisocial and depraved. I am not warm and fluffy. I’m evil. Pure evil. If I don’t like you, consider yourself warned. I won’t warn you twice. I was flying recently. I hate to fly, but it was not avoidable. I had been paid to dispose of a bitch for a guy. It involved me being across the US to do the deed. On the way back, this annoying little twat was sitting behind me. She kicked my seat non stop. I warned her. I warned her mother. Both looked at me with indignation and the problem persisted. Obviously, I could not snuff them both on the plane. Well not without ending up in prison. I’m smart. I’m patient. That is the best kind of evil. I waited for my luggage near them so I could get the name on the badge. I watched the car that picked them up so I could get the license plate number. I have connections. I had their address before I was even home. I know this really sick molester who loves little girls. He recently got compassionate parole. He wouldn’t mind going back to the joint for the pleasure of killing, fucking and dismembering a cute yet annoying little brat. When I told him about her, I tossed in he should do the momma too to throw suspicion off the P man just paroled in the neighborhood. He was putty in my hands. I drove the getaway car. I knew he did them both good. He came back with souvenirs. He sliced off the little girls tits and her little bald cunnie. I told him I would freeze dry them for him. He was covered in blood, but I could still see his evil grin. He told me sex with dead bodies was something he really missed in the joint. His days are numbered because of lung cancer, but I think until then he is going to be the perfect accomplice. He has nothing to lose.
Mutilation phone sex Part 2
My arms and legs have been amputated, all that remains in my fuckholes for him to use, and a brain for self-tormenting. There is literally nothing I can do but be a fuck toy and maybe I will die soon. I can still feel my arms and legs, it’s a lot of pain and my mind doesn’t understand. I’m thinking about what my life has now become and I hear footsteps. My heart starts to race, he said my wounds were healed and it was time for me to be what I was made to be, just a fuck toy.
He picks me up like a rag doll and carries me under his arm like a fucking football. I wanted to fight and stab him and run away, but I can’t. He sets me on a cold metal table and shoves a tube in my ass and gives me an enema. “Fuck toys have holes for a reason, and yours will always be shit free, ha ha ha ha you’re fucked bitch.” I’m trying to move or rock my body at least to get away from the tube pushing liquid into my ass. He laughs and shakes his head. “Where do you intend to go? The floor is a good 5 foot drop, you have no arms to call anyone, and you have no legs to get up the two flights of stairs from my dungeon, you certainly can’t open a door.” He smacks my face hard and said I should get used to my role in life from now on. Crying, helpless, angry and afraid I cried daily. He would grab me like a football every time he came in; he would put me on the metal table shove the enema tube in my ass and flush me out. A few weeks in he started pinning me to the wall with rods that looked wall mounted towel racks. He would fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth and would often throat fuck me so hard I could not breathe. No legs to close or arms to push him away. He continuously tortured me, and eventually most of my body felt nothing from the torture.
Next time the tortures he did to me…
















