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Rented off for Violent phone sex

Violent phone sexThe men sold my Violent phone sex services out to a brutal ugly bastard, and he had no issues proving that sometimes looks are not at all deceiving. He started the session by clapping my ass with his big strong, frankly hulking hands. My cheeks jiggled, then quaked, and before long I was quivering in pain from the sting. It was like a shockwave had hit and flown through my whole body one inch at a time. It shook me to my core, and that was before he lifted me up with far too much force and pressed me against the wall by my front without relent. He pressed against me so hard with his massive body that my Cheap phone sex nipples scraped against the wood and I found myself crying out. He then went and rubbed his massive, honking cock up against my whore slit. It was so huge it drove me crazy, the redness flowing over my cheeks as fast as the juice dripping down my legs. I couldn’t help it, never can, when the smell of a rigid fuck meat standing tall in excitement hits my nose I’m immediately soaked and wiggling my hips. I’m trained too well, conditioned to be horny to a fault. I’m a pleasure slave and I know it. So when he raised the tip of his fat prick up to my swollen, needy lips, I pressed down despite his body pressing me against the wall and I swallowed him up. Devouring his Taboo phone sex cock exactly where I needed it, stretching me out far too much and breaking me in before he even began to thrust. Once he did thrust, grabbing me hard enough to bruise my flesh before pumping rapidly, it was with enough force to knock the air out of my lungs and roll my eyes back in surprise.

Sacrifice for Samhain

Bondage phone sex

To properly celebrate Samhain, my little coven and I rejoice in a variety of rituals: nude nature walks, sumptuous feasts and, best of all, hole bashing bondage phone sex with a physical manifestation of death, itself.  Conjuring up some vile visitor from the underworld and letting it have its way with us is the best way to increase the power in our little triad of terror, not to mention the fact that demon cock feels amazing, so we do it every year.  And, like any good witch, we celebrate all three days.  

On the 31st, it’s a little witches’ ball with just the three of us and one lucky lad that we invite to be the recipient of all of our attention.  We drink and dance and play with his genitals until one of us ends up making him cum in our hands.  Then, we save it.  Every last drop.  But night one is only for handy work.

On the 1st, the four of us take a nude hike through the woods.  Every time we stop to rest, we take turns blowing our lucky boy toy until he shoots a sticky load in our mouths.  By the time we’re done walking we’ve all gotten some of his goop.  Then we saved it.  Spit it out into a canteen.  Day two is the day we use our mouths.

The 2nd is when things get really fun.  We start off with a daytime feast for the four of us full of food, wine and butt fucking.  I mean, you can’t spell “bacchanal” without “anal.”  Inevitably, sometime during the whole thing, usually between the food and the ass ramming, our simple boy asks who the fifth plate of food and wine goblet are for.  We just laugh at him and take his fuck hog as far in our rectums as we can and grind around on him until he fills our shit boxes with spunk.  You know what happens next.  We shoot that shit filled cum out of our assholes and save it.  We saved all of his seed for all three days for what happens next.

After the feast, it’s time for the sacrifice.  This is when the worm turns for our lucky stud.  He gets lured onto our sacrificial altar and strapped down so he can’t move.  After we each say our part, his throat is slit and he bleeds out, quick and simple.  Once all of his blood is collected, we can finally get to performing the great rite and increasing the power of our crazy little coven.

The dark entities of death we conjure are drawn to human bodily fluids and waste like moths to a juicy, stinky flame.  We cover ourselves in that boy’s blood and all of that spit and shit filled jizz he gave us before his demise and recite an invocation so we can offer ourselves to whatever awful being we decide to bring forth.  We don’t do it three times in one night, only one of us gets to be ravaged by a rotten wraith each year.  No high priestess in our coven, we share power.  So, every three years, I get to look forward to being tied up, covered in sludge and wailed away on by some ghastly ghoul.  And this is my year.  I can’t fucking wait!

 

IT Wants Willow

Rape phone sex fantasies

Every now and again one of my rape phone sex fantasies comes to life and I have the Deadlights forcefully fucked out of me by a demonically monstrous clown.  Getting raped by the physical embodiment of cosmic evil would mess most people up pretty badly, scar them for life if not flat out scare them to death.  Not me, though.  Somehow, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who keeps conjuring IT up out of its hiding spot and I’m fairly certain that IT likes my style.

It’s no secret, I’m a little psycho.  I think the world has too many fuck pigs on it and very few of them are worth the precious air that they breathe.  It’s my duty to take out any and everybody that I don’t feel is worth the very space they occupy, but I absolutely have to scare the everloving shit out of them before I do.  I love it.  That’s also the very thing which, I’m guessing, makes IT love me.

The first time I saw him was a couple days after I took out a dozen drunk dipshits drinking themselves into a belligerent stupor down at the pub.  Quick hatchet job, complete bloodbath.  I was still reveling in the excitement when a stupid looking clown showed up on my doorstep.  He said his name is Pennywise the Dancing Clown and he was there to help me celebrate then pulled out his prick and started waving it around at me.  I said “Wrong house, Bozo.” and shut the door, but when I turned around, he was standing in my foyer.  Color me intrigued.

His mouth opened wide unveiling row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth and a bright light shined out from somewhere deep inside of his throat.  As his jaw extended out further, he slowly crept closer and closer, trying to stoke up some fear in me before he did whatever he was going to do to me.  Eat me, fuck me, turn me into a weird clown demon, whatever he had planned, Pennywise wanted me to be scared while he did it.  It didn’t work.  I reached up, honked his nose and said “Neat trick.” then slapped his schlong around a little.  

Ever fluster a cosmic entity?  It’s pretty fun.  When revealing himself to be a beast of unknown origin didn’t succeed in scaring the piss out of me, he got a little mad.  That’s when IT started manhandling me and telling me he was going to fuck the fear into me.  Now we’re talking.  I had never been violated by a violently crazed clown creature before, it seemed like it could be a good time.  Hell, I’ll try anything once.

I got bent over, twisted around, pinned down and forcefully fucked by that crazy creep.  Pennywise pole feels great, he really knows how to ram it in there just right.  Every now and again he’d mutter something to himself about turtles or mention his brother and really wail away on me, that was amazing.  I love being hammered so hard that it feels like that cock is going to rip right through me.  That demon definitely did not disappoint.

Since then, I noticed that he comes around every time I do some real damage and take out a bunch of fuck pigs all at once.  I dig it, sometimes IT appears to me as one of the people I just killed and he hate fucks the holy hell out of me while shifting into various victims of mine.  One time he thought he was going to shock me by becoming my dad while he was pounding away at my perfect little pussy.  I didn’t sweat it, I just clawed his eyes out again like I did years and years ago to the real McCoy, only this time, I made him keep fucking me while he screamed in pain.  Cathartic as hell.  I don’t know where he comes from but one thing I know for sure is when he comes around, we fuck.  We all fuck, down here.

 

Haunted Willow

Gothic phone sex

I’m haunted by all of the spirits that got trapped in my house of horrors during all of the cum and blood filled rounds of torturous and treacherous gothic phone sex.  I can’t get away from them, they’re always around to make my life a living hell.  Probably because of the horribly sadistic and violent ways they died here in my happy home.  

I didn’t snuff out all of them, but I definitely facilitated their fucked up finale’s.  That’s enough to keep their focus on me for my foreseeable future and potentially the remainder of their afterlives.  I knew what I was getting into when I started living the way I do, there’s a lot of dark shit that goes along with my lifestyle.  I didn’t know I’d have so many pissed off ghosts literally living with me from it all, though.

In my opinion, all of the little fuck pigs that get fucked to death under my roof are lucky.  When you die, wouldn’t you love to go out while you’re getting banged?  A lot of my victims get to live out that fantasy.  Or die out that fantasy, as it were.  How many people get to take their final breaths while they’re being forced to have multiple orgasms?  Don’t all whores want to die while they’re cumming?

I’m not going to stop, these spunk covered specters don’t scare me.  They annoy me.  What are they going to do to me, they’re fucking dead.  I’m going to step up my witchcraft game and clear them out with my own will, just like I did with their lives.  In the meantime, I’ll keep adding more cum covered ghouls to the group.  

 

torture sex lover

torture sex

OnI day, I decided to netflix binge and came across a gnarly doc. The documentary was of a girl around scamming guys all thru her city campus. Unfortunately, the girl scammed the wrong man, and she was set to be tortured for hours.

All she could do was endure the torture sex. Every detail and scene had me as fuck. Hearing all about how her insides were ripped apart after hours of forceful fucking and knowing she was in unbearable brutal pain made me want to play with my cunt.

How could pain equal pleasure for me, you may ask? Since I was a tot, daddy would spank me, beat me, and then soothe me by eating my little puffy cunt.

That kind of interaction got me to become a lover of being a victim, which is why I’m here.

i’m showing

fantasy phone sex

I am growing quite quickly, and I keep getting my master so horny. He can’t keep his hands off me and tell me repeatedly once our tot is born that, he will take full advantage of her as well, and if it’s a boy, he will train him well.

Either way, I am so scared to bring this offspring to life I am pretty petrified. I can’t stop thinking about all the pain I will be subjected to, along with whatever little I bring into this world. Unlike other women, I am not excited I am fearful.  Fantasy phone sex turned into reality.

The journey I thought would be sexually liberating has become a torturous hell. All I wanted was to be dominated and opened up sexually. It all began with the glorification in movies, books, and pop culture about BDSM and masters. I am deep into this slavery ship, and I can’t turn back now. Even if I wanted to escape, there’s no way I could. Stay tuned to how this pregnancy turns out because I know the master is relentless and won’t let me go.

I’m having his baby

Taboo phone sex

I knew I would fall pregnant sooner or later. My master has taken everything from me and wants me to give him little brats to train. I’m already three months and showing. I’m hiding this secret because I know he wants to use me and make my life hell when I carry his seed. 

Once I figure out what I’m going to do to escape, I always return to him. I know I will no longer be valuable to him once I have this offspring. I’m sure he knows that my body looks different. It will be blood and bruises all over me when he figures it out. Last week he got so angry with me that he made two dozen guys come over to use my holes and spray me with all their jizz. I can even imagine what he will do when he realizes I’m trying to keep this tot away from him. It’s the perfect taboo phone scenario. What would you do with me, your disobedient slave hiding a major secret?

Home Invasion Quality Time

Home Invasion phone

I don’t understand why people want to protect brats so much. They have the tightest fuck holes! If you’re gonna be held responsible for keeping the little mother fucker alive I think you should be able to use them to keep your dick wet too. Think of it as a parent tax fee. LOL. I love toying with miniature victims and cant wait to rub my dripping wet snatch while I watch you go to perv out on your son again. He snitched and told his mom that you let me suck his cock so we had to plan a home invasion phone sex operation. While he is in bed you creep up behind him and lay next to your sweet boy. His tiny pecker gets so hard when daddy and I fiddle with it underneath the bed sheets. I spread his ass cheeks and start giving is little butt a sloppy rim job. I want to tongue fuck his little as so bad but I don’t want him to scream. We should start introducing ass play to this little fucker soon. I want him to grow up dreaming of daddy’s cock and the bitch that put it in him. I try to stick your dick head in his backdoor to test the waters but we hear rustling in the house and have to make an escape!

This is the deepest darkest part of your perverted incest rape fantasy and it’s just the tip of the ice burg, Isn’t it? I know what you are but your little p-daddy secrets are safe with me. . . as long as you always let me tag along. Hahahaha.

Evil Phone Sex Addict

evil phone sex

Yesterday was Sunday and I did what any evil phone sex Goddess would do – I fucked a man of God right there on the altar. I went to a new church, and I stayed after because I knew I was going to fuck him. Under the guise of having questions about the church, I asked if I could talk to him. He said yes, because of course he fucking wanted to get me to join his flock of sheep. There was no way that was going to happen, though. I had bigger plans for him, and it didn’t take long at all to make them happen.

I asked him what he did when he felt like sinning, and he said that he always gets down on his knees and prays to God when he feels like he might do something he shouldn’t. When I inquired as to whether or not it works, he said that it usually does. And that’s when I told him that I’d seen him looking at me and that I knew he wanted to fuck me. Do you want to know what happened after that? Commit your own sin and call me to hear all about it.

Strangulation Slut

strangulation phone sexLately I’ve been fucking this guy who loves to choke me during sex. Sometimes he puts me on my back, puts his hands around my throat, and fucks me until he shoots a load inside me. He never gets fully hard unless he has his hands around my throat. If I’m not on my back, he puts me on my hands and knees and grabs my throat from behind. But he always tells me that that’s not his favorite, though, because he likes to be able to look me in the eye when he chokes me.

I asked him why, and he said that he likes to be able to see the fear in my eyes. And he’s right. I do feel fear sometimes. I like to think that he won’t get carried away and go too far, but you just never know. When a guy is horny, he’ll do anything to get that nut. If that means taking a life to get it, well, then that’s what he is going to do. I hope you’re ready for strangulation phone sex, so we can talk more, and you can tell me if you’d like to strangle me, too.