Category: Torture phone sex

Rape phone sex fantasies got me what I wanted

Knowing men have Rape phone sex fantasies, I started using that to get what I wanted. Like my neighbor’s dad. I could see him liking his lips every time he looked our way. Therefore, I made sure dress a way he couldn’t resist. My little butt was out in tight shorts and young breasts visible through my shirt. After a while I could see his big cock poking out his clothes when I wasn’t around. One day he took us to the park and said he would be back to pick us up.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Because I’m different I went exploring. That’s when a masked man came behind me and pulled me deeper into the park by big bushes. I was so scared, but then he spoke. I knew to no longer be scared. it was my neighbor’s dad. it worked, “please stop I’ll do anything” I said scared. What I wanted was to get money to go to the movies. His body started to relax thinking I was really scared. “Don’t worry little whore let me have you and I’ll reward you” he said softer but sternly. I pretended to resist a bit more which made his cock poke at me even more. After ripping my panties off, you looked into my eyes. Then you said, “you’ll end up loving this one day”.

As soon as I tried to speak, you pushed my panties in my mouth. Meanwhile your cock wad being forced into my cunt. When my cherry didn’t pop, you looked into my eyes. “You’ve been used before and know what You’re made for” is what you grunted as you fucked me hard. I didn’t want to give myself away, but I planned all this to get money. Plus, after this you would want more and for me to keep a secret. as you fucked me, I let you use me and give me Torture sex. Knowing you would give me anything after this to keep getting it. You’re a sadistic fuck just like my uncle. Now I get to have what I need, and you get what you want.

Your pcock needs to abuse your cunt. All the hard fucking you were giving me by the bushes, made you forget you could get caught. You heard your daughter calling out for me and said, “tell daddy to fill you up” I spit my panties out. “Please fill me up daddy” I whimpered. The I fell the rush of all your sperm explode inside me. You quickly got up and threw money at me. After you ran off, I used my ripped panties like a tampon to catch all the dripping cum. I found your daughter and soon it was time for you to pick us up. 

jade’s Extreme Phone Confessions

Snuff moviesListen up, you filthy animals! It’s Jade, the queen of all things dirty and depraved. Today, I’m gonna take you on a walk through the sewer of my twisted mind, so hold your breath and try to keep up.

Snuff movies? Oh hell yeah! I’m the bloody, gorgeous lead, seducing victims with my sultry looks before delivering the fatal blow. Snuff sex? I live for the thrill of taking someone’s life while climaxing, my pussy throbbing with each violent stroke. Taboo phone sex? That’s my fucking specialty, you twisted fucks!I’ll blindfold you, tie you up, and make you beg for more. You’ll be my plaything, and I’ll tease you with words so foul, they’d make a sailor weep. I’ll describe snuff films where I gut men like fish, their screams music to my ears. I’ll whisper about taboo acts that’ll make your mother disown you.

As your breath quickens, I’ll paint a picture of me fucking you so hard, your screams drown out the whimpers of the dying. I’ll tell you how I’ll use whips, chains, and hot wax on your pathetic body, leaving you scarred and begging for mercy. I’ll fuck with your mind, making you question your sanity, you weak piece of shit.And when you think you’ve had enough, I’ll grab your hair, pull you close, and whisper, “This is just the beginning, you pathetic fuck.” So, if you’re ready to dive into the deepest, darkest pits of my perverted mind, call me. I’ll take you to a place where pain and pleasure merge, and your worst nightmares become my greatest delights.

Torture Sex is the Only Kind of Sex I Get Anymore

torture phone sexTorture sex is the only sex I get. But as a masochist, I do not mind. At least I do not mind if I am getting coke in exchange.  Last night, this sadist drug dealer I know, wanted to torture my tits and cunt for hours. But I had to endure it. What were my options?  No coke for a holiday weekend was not a viable option for me. So, I let him mutilate me.

For an hour, he zapped my flesh with a cattle prod. Have you ever smelt burning flesh? It’s an awful smell, especially if it’s your own flesh. I think smoke started to ooze out my nipples he shocked my tits so much. But my boob torture served as foreplay. He went to my clit next. Singed my red pussy hair. Burning hair smells as bad as burning flesh. Honestly, I thought about calling off the deal, and going to my stepson instead. However, I had endured so much torture phone sex already, I thought I needed to see it through.

Sometimes, It Amazes Me What My Body Can Endure for Coke

As he burned the flesh off my clit, I thought about all the coke I would have for this weekend. It would let me keep up with my teenage boys and their soccer pals who were spending the weekend with us. After he burned my clit, and my nipples, he shoved the cattle prod up my worthless cunt. When he shocked me, he laughed as my body jolted and I pissed everywhere. Involuntary reaction to an electric prod shoved up my cunt.

That turned him on, so he decided to shove it up my ass next. And that hurt more than the nipple, clit and cunt torture combined. When he finished torturing me, he untied me, but he made me lick my piss off the concrete floor of the warehouse we were in. And he added his piss to the mix to humiliate me while I was down. At this point, this taboo phone sex whore has no shame left. I spit shined the floor, got my coke and got the fuck out of there with my burnt and sore body.

Ass rape porn by black cock traumatizes my rosebud

Ass rape pornThe Ass rape porn my Master makes me do rips my insides apart. He never tells me before hand. He surprises me when he has a gang of black thugs enter the room with massive hard on’s. Even in the moment I can’t contain my fear. I hate it when he makes me take black cock. They are so massive and those guys are so hard on me. But I exist to serve my Master’s desires. 

 My Master knows how much I dread it, and that’s precisely why he does it. He knows I don’t want black dick in me, it’s not that I am racist either. It’s just that he gets the meanest guys he can find, literally thugs who just got out of prison and when they see me they turn into wild animals. They make sure I suffer every moment. 

The pain is unbearable. Those black cocks are so fucking big that they hurt so bad. My Master watches as I scream and cry, begging for him to stop. But he never does. Instead, he eggs the black guy on, urging him to violate me with Violent hardcore sex.

I take it like a good little whore, letting that black cock invade my body and violate me in the most intimate way possible. And as I do, I can feel my Master’s satisfaction, his desire for me growing stronger with every cry of pain.

 

Sadistic Phone Sex Bitch Gets off on Neutering Losers

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex is all I know. I am not a warm fuzzy type of girl. And I am not girlfriend material either. Most men I meet, fill me with disdain. They say something misogynistic, or they somehow falsely believe that they can fuck me just because they are a man. No man is entitled to fuck me. And those who think they can, often lose their balls, sometimes their life too.

At my local Goth bar two nights ago, a guy came in who looked clearly out of place. He looked like a yuppie. And Goth girls like me are accustomed to non-Goth men coming into the bar thinking they can pick up a Goth babe. None of us want some strait-laced suit and tie kind of guy. So, when Adam bought me a drink, I knew what he was thinking. But I am impervious to men like him.

However, I did not plan castration phone sex that night. But he pushed his luck with the comment, “My Body, His Choice.” He played it off like he was joking. But I knew better. So, I took him home and severed his balls. He thought he might get lucky with me. The poor loser assumed I wanted to fuck him. As if that bad joke would make me drop my panties. Maybe it works with a coed bimbo, but not a sadistic bitch. He picked the wrong girl if he wanted to get laid.

Losers with Small Dicks Pay the Price If They Think They Can Fuck Me

Once he was naked, I could see he was all potatoes and no meat. Adam belonged in women’s panties, not boxers.  Talk about a small dick. Wow. If he had 2 inches hard, I would be surprised. I tied him up to the bed, got out my knife, and severed his balls. And I did not even use a castration band. He did not deserve his pain to be lessened. I wanted him to feel everything. He deserved extreme cock and ball torture sex. And he got it. But he cried like a bitch. And he bled like a stuck pig.

Eventually, I cauterized the wound. Although I wanted to kill him, I like neutering men like him, so they have a constant reminder of what their bad actions cost them. He won’t bother any women ever again.

Streaming Mommy’s Ass Rape Porn is Profitable

ass rape pornAnytime my son summons me, I know it is to stream an ass rape porn for his viewers. But I also know he will give me a lot of coke for my troubles. And the good pink coke too. When I arrived, I saw the big bowl of coke on the table. I would need every bit I could get too. In a way, I guess I am a content creator. My son jokes that I need a Dark Only Fans page. I do love the attention. But I love cocaine more.

With my red lips, bimbo outfit and high heels, I got closer to the bowl. You could still see some faded bruises from our last encounter. They never completely fade. Before I could put my face in the bowl, my son stripped me naked so he could slide his cock between my fat cunt lips. However, soon he shoved his arm up my cunt, turning me into his fuck puppet. I endured a few punches before he pulled me by my cunt lips to the bowl of coke.  I put my face in that bowl of coke and took a big snort to dull the pain.

Any sex with my son is torture sex. My son laughed at my Geisha face when I came up for air. White powder covered my face. You could still see my red lips, and raccoon eyes under the coke. The chimes poured in. My boy punched my face, sending my teeth flying across the room. He ordered me to push out my prolapse, and I did. More chimes. My prolapse serves as my boy’s cock sleeve. He zip tied it at 6 inches so I could not suck it back in.

My Son Enjoys Anally Torturing Me and Live Stream It

Some skull fucking ensued, followed by a belt to my prolapse. Sometimes I think my son hates me. He would punch my face, then whip my prolapse with his belt. But the chimes of a happy audience continued to pour in. My boy reminded me of our deal. I am his cash cow and fuck puppet, and in exchange, I get good cocaine. So, I sucked it up. Did some more coke and gummed his cock while he whipped my prolapse repeatedly.

More punches to the face while he stuffed my mouth with his cock. And I could feel my face turning his favorite colors of black and blue as he continued to skull fuck me. I’m his punching bag. He pissed down my throat and I swallowed it like a good whore. My son thinks I look prettier with black eyes and purple cheeks.  And the prettier I look, the more his audience tips.

He dragged me by my prolapsed asshole back to the bowl of coke to numb the pain. If my boy did not love me, he would let me suffer instead of letting me get high. Oh, I forgot to mention that this entire time he tied up my boobs like torpedoes. So, by then they appeared to be a pretty purple too. Before I could snort more coke, he fucked my throat some more while squeezing it to turn it purple too. He believes in beating mommy beautiful.

Beating Mommy Beautiful Brings in the Tips

When he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke, he fucked my prolapsed ass. It’s his cock sleeve. But I buried my face in that bowl of pink coke and just inhaled until he yanked me by my protruding asshole back in front of the camera. He put a plastic bag with some coke over my head while he punched my entire body. As I struggled to snort the coke in the bag, I felt myself begin to suffocate.

The bag stuck to my face with every inhale. My boy went back to fucking his cock sleeve while I gasped for air. And of course, more chimes rolled in. Eventually, he ripped the bag off my face so I could breathe. As he fed me more coke, he slammed my skinny old body on the floor and tossed me across the room. He made mommy fly.

I bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and fell to the floor where he kicked me. But the torture phone sex had only just begun. He gave me a golden enema. That means he shoved his cock down my pee hole and took a piss. More chimes poured in. His audience loves it when he abuses my 4th hole. I am a 4-hole wonder. I showed off for the camera. They sent more tips looking at my battered and broken body.

My Son’s Audience Tips More the Rougher He Gets with Me

My boy started fucking me again. And I felt like a rag doll bouncing up and down his cock. He pulled his dick out of my pee hole to bend me in half like a pretzel. So, he did that so his audience could see my abused and battered old body. With my legs over my head like that, they could pop out of their sockets easily. But that’s what he wanted. By this time, my cunt lips came down to my knees. And in this pretzel position, he fucked my urethra some more. I could hear the chimes of tips pouring in as my boy destroyed my 4th hole.

Eventually, he covered me in his boy batter. And my busted up face got to snort some coke while he showed off the damage he did to my body. He pumped my throat some more while punching me again. I’m my son’s cash cow and fuck puppet. But I never mind because he gives me the best coke. And it dulls my pain until our next live stream.

Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up.

Mutilation phone sex            Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up. The first thing I am going to do is mutilate your inner thigh, just missing the artery. After all, don’t want you to go before the fun is over. Another key point to remember is manners.

            Did you know that everything can be controlled in the brain. In fact, mutilating your skull will grant me access. Take the top of the skull off. At the same time, order you to mutilate your very own cock. Tie up the balls.

            As soon as I have the cap off, I’m going to cut out a piece of your brain. Frontal lobe does sound like a good place to start. It must be remembered that Hannible Lecture would know more about the brain. Where to begin. With this in mind, I do believe I will continue with his work.  

            Like as I mutilate and fuck you going to feed you your own balls and brains. After all, it is what the good Dr. Lecture would want me to do. Have a dinner party. Invite another to play. Accomplice phone sex with a second whore involved. Now we have two of us.

            Shall I feed you to her before we finally snuff you and fuck you. After all necrophilia is a fetish that we both do so like to do. A stiff cock that will never go down again.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Deadly

Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.

So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.

I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.

Breath Play and Strangle Fantasies are Hot with the Right Partner

She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.

But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.

Rape phone sex fantasies is what my friend’s dad used me for

Some daddies have Rape phone sex fantasies about their young daughters. I found out when I spent the night at my friend’s house. Even though I went there to get away from my sadistic unc, I didn’t get away from being tortured. After dinner we got warm hot coco. But something was off, my friend passed out. She didn’t even move at all when I shook her. Only a few minutes passed before her daddy walked in. I told him I didn’t know what happened, but he just laughed. Then he pulled his knife out and his cock. “Bitch you’re mine tonight” he said laughing as he jerked off. Although I was scared, I knew what was coming. I was going to be fucked hard.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Even if I didn’t want it, her daddy holding the knife was going to force me. “No one would hear you, if you decided to scream” he smirked and said. I know this abuse way too well. Therefore, I got on my knees and let him choke me with his cock. His big hard pcock was so deep down my throat, that I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my face, but I kept sucking his dick. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll sit on this dick. My friend’s dad said as sat next to my sleeping friend. Even though I have been used and given hard pounding many times, this time my friend was right there.

I wanted her to wake up, but I didn’t want her to wake up. Her daddy grabbed me by the neck and slammed his big hard cock in my young bald cunt. As I cried out from the pain, he slapped me and choked me. “Stop crying and tell daddy you want Torture sex from him” you grunt as you ram your cock inside me. From all the times I got fucked, I learned if I gave what was asked my torture would end faster. 

Therefore, I whimpered, “please torture me daddy, please use my pussy”. You have been wanting to hear that. So, after more hard pounding, your cock exploded inside me. As every drop of your cum pumped in me, you said “I have been wanting to force fuck my daughter for so long”. Then I watched you rub your hands all over her. For the rest of the night, you played with her little holes while torturing me.