Category: Taboo phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies are what some sluts have

Women have Rape phone sex fantasies too. Especially when you were raised in nasty torture fucking from your dirty uncle. My uncle loved ripping my ass open. Now when I get in my mood, I like to find myself a young whore to use. Just like my uncle. I have a special double-sided dildo that I use to open up their tight holes. It is so special because the harder and deeper I fuck them, the harder my pussy gets fucked too.

Rape phone sex fantasies

So, when I was driving by and I saw a street hooker who was no older than I was when my uncle first took my cunty, walking alone I pulled up. She looked scared “Are you lost?” I asked. “You don’t look like you belong out here” I said with a fake smile. “She agreed” timidly. “I can give you a ride” I said, and she hopped right in. “Where can I take you?” I asked. “Your house” she replied. After some investigating, I found out it was her first night out there.

All I could think of was how great that I was the first one to pick her up. Since she told me her daddy drove her out the house because he was too touchy and would fuck her mouth, I knew she would be easy to take. I put something in her soda that would make her sleepy and forget what happened. I learned that trick from my sadistic uncle. Therefore, when she passed out, I set my camera for some Ass rape porn with this little slut.

She looked so hot, limp and naked with her young ass in the air. After rubbing my cunt with her fingers and even her face. I put my big strap on. I knew it would rip her little asshole open.  I taped her mouth and lubed her little butthole by licking her. It was feeling good to her because she let out a few moans even though she was very drugged up.

After lobbing up my strap I slammed it into her.  It woke her up right away, but I didn’t care. I fucked her hard because it was fucking my cunt hole hard too. It didn’t take long for me to squirt. There was blood and pussy juices dripping everywhere. Her face had tears and fear coming from her eyes. She reminded me of myself when my uncle first used me. 

Snuff Porn and Cuddling Results in Your Death Cuz I’m Not Your Girlfriend

snuff pornHe asked me if I wanted to watch snuff porn and cuddle. So, I killed him. It was the cuddle part that made me reactive. The thought of spooning a human being makes me angry. It is no secret that I am a loner and a sick bitch. Never felt the need for romance or coupling. Not my style. Even when I think I meet someone who gets me, they ruin it eventually.

Dave and I had a nice run. We hunted and killed some girls together. He started off as a client. He hired me to kill his stepdaughter who he knocked up. Although most of my clients seem too squeamish to do the killing themselves, David had no problem grabbing a knife and helping me. I gave him a taste for bloody torture sex, and he wanted more. Although I am a loner, I do enjoy killing girls with an accomplice. However, men, I kill all by myself because what I do to a man’s junk leaves most men too sick to participate. Sympathy pains I think, LOL.

Men Do Not Heed My Warnings and End Up Dead and That’s on Them

But David assisted me killing 8 girls. We made several snuff flicks together. Things seemed like they were going well. Then last night after the Super Bowl, he popped in a snuff flick and got romantic. So fucking disappointing. Since I keep a knife always strapped to my body, it was like a knee jerk reaction. He put his arms around me and whispered sweet nothings about falling in love with me.  Like a cat with a furball stuck in its throat, I gagged a bit then stabbed him in the gut.

Fuck. He ruined my couch. And it really went with the rug. Now my favorite couch needed to be burned to get rid of the DNA. Although I do not think he had anyone in his life who would notice he was gone but me, I still burned the couch along with him. Hey, I warned him like I warn all men. I am a sadistic phone sex bitch, not your girlfriend.

Sadistic phone sex in the mornings is a sinful good time

https://snuffphonesex.com/harper/Sadistic phone sex starts my mornings off the right way! Even before I have had my first bump,  or J, I get extremely sick fucks at my doorstep.  But you know what? 

     Little Miss Harper loves to be your slut in the early morning. It’s okay to make me into your total cum rag! You better be ready for my sloppy seconds and third rounds. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied before you leave. Just make sure you leave a big load for me to clean up! 

Sadistic phone sex sick fucks need early morning release. 

      Have to be quiet about the things you really love? For instance, I have a man who loves to have his brain melted with blasphemy as I have a herd of Girl calves mutilated and tortured. As I whisper his brain full of horrible dark things he is absorbing all my evil! Mwahahahaha!  Hail satan and the disastrous blood shed That I have for your cock. Let me whisper your name as I let loose a torrent of blasphemy and bloody phone sex in your ear.  You need a young thang like me to lead you astray. And I am up for making all men just as vile as I am!             

          Come and join me in my dark and evil world. I’ll show you the darkest pleasures of life. Together, we can make the world an even more corrupted place. Let us be partners in crime and create havoc and mayhem. Let us be the devil’s disciples and rule the world!

Violent Phone Sex Turns My Son On More Than Anything

violent phone sexMy boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.

He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.

Mommy is My Son’s Favorite Punching Bag

Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.

But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.

Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?

Teen rape porn gets grandpa cock nice and hard.

Teen rape pornMy dad’s boss was looking for someone to be able to house sit for his grand-kids this summer and my dad offered me. So his boss Jason wanted to meet me back at his place so he could talk with me and “interview” me. I knocked on the door and when he opened it I got the sense that things would go into a different direction. He was snarky a bit and looked me up and down like I was his dinner. I could tell he wanted ravage me right away. I am really goon in situations like this so I was up for the challenge. 

I introduced myself and he told me what he was looking for. I told him I have plenty of experience around young ones as I grew up with them. He took that into consideration I guess; he then said “Macey in order for me to choose which girl I want to help out with babysitting I will need to test your skills”. I laughed and asked him how that would be possible. He stared at me and told me “I would need you to show me how you can make grandpa feel good and then I would know if you truly are a pleaser and someone who obeys by the rules I have”. 

So I acted like I was kind of innocent and puzzled but I knew what he meant. He continued on and said “Grandpa is a very big fan of some disgusting Teen rape porn Macey”. I looked startled but felt my cunt drip down my legs. I politely asked what that meant and he giggled and said “Your innocence makes this even better sweet girl” as he ran his hand up my skirt. He probed his dirty old man hands into my panties and knew I was drenched. Then he looked at me and said “I already know you are a nasty whore so you don’t have to pretend like you don’t know what I want bitch”!

My cover was blown; there was no way to explain why I was a sopping mess. He wasted no time and had me thrown on his bed as he tore off some clothes of mine. He took off his clothes too and I watched his grandpa cock bounce right up. It was quite hard for a man his age and that’s when I knew he needed this in order to get off. He yanked off my panties and pushed my skirt to expose my bald young twat. Without hesitation Jason went balls deep in my hole as he wrapped his big hands around my throat. He watched me daze away unable to moan or scream. He fucked me even harder as he knew I was about to fall out of consciousness. 

I bet you are throbbing just reading this huh? You need some filthy Babysitter phone sex  to make your cock hard too don’t you? You are such a perverted fuck just like grandpa Jason. I bet in order for you to cum you need a young little teen cock socket like me to jerk that meat stick of yours. A tight set of holes like mine draining your balls until you are satisfied huh? I’ll be a good girl; I promise I won’t scream unless you want me to!

 

Accomplice Phone Sex Partner Cassandra Finds You Young Talent to Fuck

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex means no limits. We can let ourselves go to the darkest recesses of our minds. And those most vile and perverted thoughts get me the wettest. Hard to believe that when I started fighting for my freedom almost 5 years ago, I would be a willing accomplice now. My former master would have killed me if I had not made myself useful and bargained for my freedom.

Although, I know I have brought him countless girls who he has fucked to death, I used to feel badly about it. However, I am seasoned now. The world has plenty of young whores. And plenty of them come into this world every minute. So, they are replaceable. My former master hires me a couple times a month to bring him something new. For two years, I earned my freedom one cute young toy after another until I met my quota. Now, I bring him snuff porn stars for a hefty fee.

He knows I understand his type. And that I will not take his money and disappear. Any smart person would never do that. He will hunt them down and kill them too. I’ve worked hard to get in his good graces, so I will not fuck it up. I brought him a little red-headed whore this time. He likes his whores young, and tight. But he likes all races and hair colors. Just needs something tight on his cock to get off.

Having Me as Your Accomplice Partner Comes With Perks

He kills them or sells them when they lose their thrill. I knew I was well past my expiration date with him. So, I thought fast. Although I lack book smarts, I have street smarts in spades. My former master wanted me to watch him fuck this red-headed slut. That meant she was a one and done girl. And he needed me to dispose of her after he was done fucking her. Some girls he fucks once and others he keeps around longer.

Part of the benefit of me as your snuff sex partner is that I clean up your mess. He shredded this girl’s pussy. Once he was done both her ass and cunt looked like raw hamburger meat. He rag doll fucked her. And I finished her off and buried her in the boondocks. My trunk is full of the DNA of missing sluts. What’s one more, right?

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Torture sex gets my pussy gushing like an artery!

Torture sex

Torture sex gets my pussy gushing like an artery! I know for you there is no greater thrill than seeing the fear and agony in some little slut’s eyes. I love it too Daddy! The power and dominance that comes with inflicting pain on fresh meat gets me so fucking wet. It turns me into a rabid animal who constantly needs more.

I was thinking it would be so much fun for us to find some toys to play with. We’ll find a sweet young thing, maybe babysitting out some where in the middle of nowhere. We will taunt her, call the house and make obscene noises. We will tell her how we want to lick that pretty piggy cunt of hers. We will make her blood run cold with that hot thick cock of yours.

I love to take my time with them. I like to make them think they are eventually going to be let go, as if it was all a bad dream. But no, Daddy, no way! I wanna make sure you use up those holes as much as you want, as hard as you want. I will beg you to make that little pussy bleed from your cock, I love the taste of that sweet young blood.

Let’s find some innocent meat and have ourselves some fun. We’ll stuff their tight holes and make new ones to fuck when we get bored. And when you’re in need of some intense pleasure, just give me a call for some hot and wet Violent phone sex. Trust me, you won’t regret it.

He Forced Me to Engage in Blasphemy Sex

blasphemy sexHe forced me into blasphemy sex. Although I am not religious now, I was raised as a Catholic girl. My mother had two lives. The good Catholic church going woman who the church thought was a saint. And the incest loving cocaine loving dirty mom who my brother and I knew was no saint at all. I loved her dichotomy.

Now I possess that same sort of dichotomy. On the outside I look like a normal soccer mom. Occasionally, I go to church but not as much as I should or did. I do have a lot of naughty things to confess. Like the fact that I too love fucking my sons and partying with coke.  When Dave called me telling me he had coke for me, I knew we had to hang out.

But the addy he gave me was for my church. Well, the church I went to as a little girl with my mother. He wanted blasphemy phone sex to party with him. A few hail Mary’s and God will forgive me, right? Secretly, I apologized to God, as Dave made me admonish the Almighty for his darker counterpart, Satan. I felt like God might strike me down at any moment as I cursed his existence while doing lines of coke off Dave’s cock.

Fuck the Almighty One, Hail Satan

We partied in my old church. Fucked on the red velvet alter leaving cum stains everywhere. Dave pissed in the coffers, and I masturbated my naughty cunt with a cross I saw hanging. Big ass cross too. Gaped my cunt and ass. I will be honest here. Being naughty in a church I went to as a little girl felt incredibly dirty and taboo. But I did it for the coke.

Dave is a devil worshiper I discovered. We hailed Satan while fucking in almost every pew. Left my mark and scent everywhere I could. Not often I go to church anymore as a taboo phone sex whore, but boy, this visit will land me in hell for good.

Goth teen phone sex

Goth teen phone sexAs I sit here, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something lurking beneath the surface of my seemingly perfect life. Despite the accolades of beauty and the appearance of a happy existence, I’ve always felt unattractive. There’s an unsettling suspicion that something might be amiss within me, a whisper of insanity that I can’t quite shake.

But recently, I’ve discovered a peculiar source of beauty, not from an injury as one might expect, but from a deeper place within myself. This newfound beauty has led me on a twisted journey of self-discovery, one that I initially attempted to suppress.

Knife play phone sexI’ve intentionally inflicted pain on myself, not in the traditional sense of seeking aid, but out of a dark desire for exploration. I’ve been immersed in a realm of self-discovery, one that’s led me to crave external torment and torture. My pursuit of pleasure has transformed into an insatiable thirst for someone to fulfill my darkest fantasies. I yearn for the creation of a sinister playground, one where extreme taboos and dreadful conclusions reign supreme, and where my ultimate, horrifying fantasies can finally be brought to life.

As I delve deeper into this dark abyss, I find myself inextricably entwined in a forbidden kink that I can’t deny. The line between pleasure and pain has become blurred, and I’m questioning my own sanity. But even as I venture into the unknown, I’m drawn to the thrill of it all, the adrenaline rush that comes with stepping into the darkness.