Category: Taboo phone sex

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.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Can Be Difficult To Find

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners are hard to find. Most men think I am pranking them when I tell then we should go out and find a young whore to fuck and torture. Either they think I am crazy, or they think I am setting them up. Perhaps, I am a little crazy. You do not get raised like I did and do not come out a little warped on the other side. But I am not fooling or pranking men. I enjoy hunting for girl meat with a partner.

And I think most men enjoy hunting with me too. Think about it. You meet a blonde babe in a bar. You share some adult drinks. Get to talking and she suggest that the two of you explore your rape phone sex fantasies together. Like how fucking hot is that. Well, that’s just what happened with Jacob last night. We met a seedy little bar where I find lots of men down to violate tender age flesh together.

Let me tell you something. I make a great accomplice. Not only do I have an eye for talent, but I also can lure talent away much easier than you can. This bar I frequent is next to a no tell motel. Perfect for taking a little whore to and fucking her brains out. Jacob seemed impressed with my preparedness. I had disguises in the car ready to put on, drugs to knock our victim out and I rented the no tell motel room with a stolen credit card.

Hunting with a Partner is Way More Fun

We drove around for a bit and found a young girl walking home from the park. It was dusk, and I told her I knew her mom and she got in the car with me. Jacob hid in the back seat, and we drugged her with a quick needle in the arm. I carried her into the motel room, like she was my sleeping daughter. Jacob tied her to the bed after I removed her clothes.

And we made a teen rape porn from a seedy roadside motel. She never woke up. After Jacob sodomized her and popped her cherry, we left her in the bed to sleep it off. Hotel staff will find her in the morning and the little cunt will not remember a thing. We cleaned up her cunt, took the sheets with us and sanitized the place before we left. No DNA will be found in that room at least. Would you hunt with me?

Domination phone sex teen succubus sucks your life force

Domination phone sexDomination phone sex succubus sucks your life force away. Imagine my big brown eyes glaring up at you as I deep-throat your cock and suck your soul, Literally! 

Well, you never know what lurks in the night. Succubi takes the form of whatever will get you the hottest. It’s a mind meld that starts long before you see her.  Perhaps you feel a little fatigued right after your cock gets hard. You were looking at that lady and her daughter across the restaurant. But your eyes were on her teen. You brush it off and watch as the two finish their meal and leave. Then your cock gets hard again and you struggle as you want to leave the restaurant and follow some young ass. 

Domination phone sex teen succubus sucks and fucks  your life force away with a cum load!

Then, this teen succubi of Fantasy phone sex sits down right in front of you. I lick the cream off your leftover dessert and put it in my mouth. I suck long and hard on my finger. As I look into your eyes I whisper “That hard-on will go away if you just let me fix it! Go ahead, get up and walk out, I am sure the patrons won’t mind you having a huge erection with a sweet teen sitting at your table. “

“Let me help you. Aww”, I grinned, looking at you nodding and permitting me to take your cum and life. 

My hands play with your cock under the table and you almost man out loud at the blast off in your pants. How cute! 

“Follow me. “

In the alley, I drop to my knees and tell you it’s time to repay me bitch! My mouth sucking your cock so hard as You feel your life force vanish with each suckle and gulp. “Oh baby, no,” I push you to the nasty concrete and pull my panties down and straddle your fuck stick.  I grind against you, my hips moving in a circular motion. “This cum is to make a new little succubus, and your life will go into her!” I moan in pleasure as you thrust inside of me and my body trembles in delight. I reach my climax and collapse on top of your cold dead body.

How is that for an Evil phone sex cum grab? I’ll suck and fuck the life right out of you!

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies Should Be Harnessed

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex tendencies. When I was a schoolgirl, some shrink diagnosed me as clinically psychotic. My parents worried about me. I was a quiet girl. A Goth girl too. No friends but my grandpa. But I did not need any friends but him. He saw potential in me. He saw me in him. Perhaps the serial killer gene skips a generation. My youth mirrored that of the fictional character Dexter. However, I never spent time locked in a storage shed with my mother’s dead body.

My grandpa taught me how to kill. As a schoolgirl I acted impulsively. Like the time I killed my bully when she followed me home and began taunting me. To this day, she is still listed as a missing person. That’s because my grandpa covered up her death for me over 20 years ago. He carried her dead body to our farm, put her in a wood chipper and used her evil ground up bits as hog feed. I am a killer phone sex bitch because of my grandpa.

My Grandpa Turned Me Into a Stone Cold Killer

I miss him. He made me the smart killer I am today. He too learned to harness his psychotic nature. When I was little, he ran a prison, and often tortured death row inmates as a way of getting out his anger and tending to his violent needs. Eventually the state shut down his prison, and he retired. But he did not stop killing and torturing people. He helped me with my hit list. I had a long list of school bullies and teachers I wanted to hurt. And he helped me kill and torture them all.

In the process, he taught me how to kill smartly. And he shared with me key principles I carry with me today, like do not kill folks with a connection to you. Find a surrogate. Do not kill in your own back yard, which means never bring a victim back to your place or kill someone in your neighborhood. Find a place not connected to you to kill, like my kill shack in the woods.

Grandpa was my first accomplice phone sex partner. The only one worth a damn in my life. So, now, I am looking for a new hunting buddy. Some one I can mentor just like my grandpa did for me. Is that you?

Violent phone sex when evil boss takes contol

 

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fucking on the desk with an evil boss. I never knew his capacity for evil until the first time I was late. It was not my fault that an accident shut down I-95. I tried three different detours to get there, but they were all a shit show and I showed up 30 minutes late to the office. He was standing at the door with an evil smirk on his face. He grabbed me by my neck and grunted, “Get in my office now.”  He lifted my skirt and saw I was pantyless. He took his massive hard cock out of his pants in frustration. He pushed me face down onto his huge desk and spanked my ass until my cheeks were flaming red. I was crying, which he thought was moaning, and shoved his steely thick cock into me hard and said, “Oh, you like that don’t you.” He dumped his massive load into my sore pussy and said, “This is what happens to you when you’re late.” Now, I am late all of the time. 

Taboo phone sex and Valentine’s Day

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex tickles my fancy. Unlike Valentine’s Day, which I hate. I want to feel loved and cherished, but I am alone and lonely. Where is my cupid? Where is my Romeo with his hard cock that cannot wait to come home with flowers and jewelry to spoil his queen?  I am waiting patiently for my dark knight to arrive and dominate me and take control of my body, mind, and soul.  He must be one to push the limits of taboo and use me as his little sex slave and tortured love. I want him to strangle me and fuck my face with his hard, thick cock. I need him to penetrate my pussy with his dark evil shaft. Where is the one with the dark mind and shattered soul that knows how to wrap his hands around my throat and feel my pain?

 

 

Snuff Movies Inspire Men Like You to Rag Doll Fuck My Ass

snuff moviesAnytime a man wants to watch snuff movies with me I get conflicted. Sure, I love to watch some other bitch get tortured and force fucked. But sometimes I know those kinds of movies inspire men like you and whomever I am watching them with. So, what seems harmless often turns into one of the worst nights of my life. I am fond of coke. Okay, that is an understatement. I am a coke fiend.

And my love for blow always puts me in precarious situations. When I met Bob online in a chat room, he seemed so meek and mild mannered. He wanted me to introduce him to the world of snuff porn. In exchange, he would give me an ample supply of blow. Sounded like a sweet deal. In my head, I told myself it would be nice to watch some dark flicks and get high with some normal guy. Not a sadistic man with snuff and rape fantasies.

But Bob was not who he pretended to be. Sure, he looked like his picture. But he was no novice. He was a predator who enjoys sodomizing mommies. His hatred for his own mother got taken out on my asshole. And I just took it because his coke was so good. Like the pure expensive shit from Columbia. A little toot goes a long way with the good shit.

Men Love to Sodomize a Mommy Whore

So, I laid there on his couch getting choked and ass fucked like some strung out hooker. Big, fat cock too. He lied about that too. He told me he had an average dick. Nothing average about a 14-inch coke can thick cock. My ass screamed for mercy, but he granted me no mercy. When he shot his load, my asshole gaped more than an ass rape porn star’s asshole.

Today, I cannot shit or sit comfortably. My asshole looks like someone fucked me with a baseball bat. No bat. Just an Italian Stallion with a vendetta against mommy.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Fulfills My Need to Murder My Meal

Cannibalism Phone Sex is one eliment of why I am not your average Goth girl. I am a sadistic whore that hungers for sexual satisfaction. That sexual satisfaction is also not of this world or normality.

In fact I am a huntress. Hunting my meal comes in many non traditional places. I do not hunt nor harm furry friends. I do enjoy the great big beasty cock of theirs but never do I eat. It’s human flesh I entice in. Furthermore more often than not the human flesh I enjoy most is that sexual clitoral meat. And yes that includes peni.

Just today I was out at the grocery store. Nothing pisses me off more than lame cunts that obviously stare at me. Today it was some nigger bitch just off the damned boat. Fucking whore with all her long braids and strong ethnic facial features. This bitch was bringing out the White supremecy in me and I just wanted to burn her.

Finally I confronted her and asked her what the fuck. Like bitch you are stalking me in the shop and staring. What fucking gives lesbo? She really got nervous as I can be quite intense.

Cannabalism Phone Sex is exciting to bite off a nigger bitch’s cunt and eat it.

So at it seems the bitch was enthralled by me. My pale complexion and dark dress. She kept telling me she wasn’t a gay. I spat her words back at her oh I’m not a gay. I laughed and pushed the bitch into my van. As I confronted her in the dark parking garage and stopped her right at the tailgate of my van.

As a huntress I always have a plan. Now that I shoved her in my van I got in behind and closed the door. I guess we will have to explore all the options of fun we can have when you give me a call.

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