I have dark fantasy phone sex desires. I am part soccer mom and part submissive whore. I like to be treated like the druggy whore I am. My phone son understands me. I am slim and stacked. I like my nose candy. I live on a diet of coke and cum. He loves his druggy whore mommy. He loves me black, blue, purple and yellow too. He gives me coke and I let him abuse me for profit. I know he loves me. He just needs me to help make him money. He live streams us fucking. There is less fucking and more torture sex. He has brass knuckles. Do not worry about me. He gets me good and high first. I rarely feel much until the next day. And when I do feel the pain, I just do a line off his cock and feel better. Last night, his followers were in a violent mood. Every suggestion of using brass knuckles or fisting my ass or even suffocating me with a plastic tarp brought the dings of Bitcoins hitting his account. We never want to disappoint the paying audience, so I did a line and let him abuse me for profit. He punched my face. He fisted my asshole until it prolapsed. He beat me. He suffocated me. If I passed out, he punched me back awake. My son loves me. He will never kill me. I am his money maker.
Category Archive: Violent phone sex
Violent Fantasy Phone Sex with My Son
Gangbang Surprise
I do not have a boyfriend but I have a lot of guys that know I am easy and that I like it ruff. So they come to me when they want something other than the boring vanilla crap they get at home. I let them do what ever they want and they keep coming! Yesterday was my birthday and I thought I was going to spend it all alone. But when I got home, one of my regular Good Time Charlie’s was at my door. He blind folded me and told me he had a surprise for my birthday! He opened the door and lead me inside and another man grabbed me and drug me out the back door by the apartment’s community pool. The man held me while a few others ripped my clothes off and then they pushed me down to my knees. Right away there was a cock forcing its way down my throat while another man yanked my hair and held my head back. I must have had a dozen men choke me with their fate punishing rods before a few of them flipped and the next thing I knew, I was being held over a beach ball and having my ass torn apart while they continued to fuck my face! I could hear men cheering and laughing as cum dripped out of my once tight shit hole. My face and hair was covered in salty cum and drenched in piss but I was loving every minute of it! They finally finished using my body like a fuck doll and my friend tossed my exhausted, lifeless body in the pool to wake me up a bit. After everyone left, he took my blindfold off and asked me how I like my party. My tired mouth could barely manage a smile. He said that he hoped I like my present, twenty two men for twenty two years! I looked at him and said, “But I am twenty three.” He just snickered and in this sadistic voice said, “I know!” Then he dragged me inside, stuffed my piss soaked panties in my mouth and locked the door! Twenty three!
Domination Phone Sex and Anal Torture
My family is all about creating domination phone sex memories that I can share with my callers. I have taken years of abuse at the hands of my evil stepson. He has been blackmailing me for decades. I am a trophy wife. I stole his daddy away from his wife when I was only 19. I have been married to him for almost twenty years. I am only 9 years older than my spiteful stepson. I like nose candy. My husband does not want a druggy whore wife. He thinks I cleaned up my act years ago. My stepson feeds me coke then blackmails me into torture sex. Sometimes, he makes me the star of his underground movies. He has a dungeon in the basement of his house. I have spent quite a lot of time there too. He made me do this weird video with him in an executioner outfit. The face mask had a spiked dildo on it. I had to sit my ass on it. The dildo was thick, long and sharp. He tortured my ass. I was bleeding and shitting and he was filming it all. He said his clients pay great money to see a mommy whore get abused. I was not at all happy. I was in pain, but the alternative to saying no to my stepson is losing my husband and my sons. I have no skills but being a whore. I would be homeless. I sucked it up and endured the anal pain as he sodomized me some more. I lead a double life. I am a trophy wife with two sons and a rich husband living a comfy life in a gated community in the burbs. Then, I am a druggy whore and anal rape porn star for my stepson and anyone who will give me coke.
Kidnapping Phone Sex Abducted By Daddy
It was a perverts dream setting. I was abducted for a kidnapping phone sex ring of useless bimbos. I was filmed and and it was played live on cam sites that were on the dark web. I was forced to take calls while all kinds of violent porn was being played and they all involved me. I was the victim and victimized as a filthy little tramp. It was in these films that my body was tortured, bruised, violated and cut up. I was a bloody mess and fed heroin and other opiates as they continued to use my ripped up ravished and bloody body for their snuff films that their callers got to watch. I was served this way for a week. My vacation became a horror movie the moment I stepped off the plane in Italy. I was taken to the filthiest toilets and made to take many cocks. Filthy unwashed and uncut cocks violated me while I was used as their ashtray. They all reeked or cigarettes and booze. They toilets were the hotspot for this viral outbreak. I don’t expect to live and I never dreamed they would actually let me return home.
Torture phone sex with Stephanie
The life of a pain slut phone sex whore is so much kinky fun but being a snuff slut is my lifelong dream. I have always been so turned on by the thought of torturing my pathetic pussy and ending my own life for an audience. I met a man who was going to help make my dreams come true! He set everything up for me. All I had to do was walk out onto the stage and show everyone what a twisted whore I can be. I could hear a dull murmur from the audience but the hot, blinding glare from the spotlight was all I could see. A table to my left held various tools and torture devices. I selected a large knife with a razor sharp blade and sat down on the chair in the middle of the stage. I started out by taking that knife and making a tiny slit in my thigh, next to my slutty pussy. I dipped my fingers in the blood and started to tease my clit. I took the handle of that big knife and started to fuck myself with it, slicing into my fingers as I squeezed the blade. The faster I fucked myself with the handle of that huge knife, the more turned on I became. I could feel the inside of my pussy being cut to shreds as the blood poured out all over the place. I wanted everyone in this audience to know what a torture doll I was! I made a huge slit in the underside of each breasts. I started to peel the skin up and around my huge tits as I rode the huge spiked dildo mounted to the chair on stage. Suddenly the stage was overtaken by guys from the audience, grabbing knives from the table to finish what I had started. They held my bloody, mutilated body down and stabbed and cut my remaining flesh. They tore shreds of skin from my tits and stomach as they made their way down to my cunt. I reached down and played with my bloody, destroyed pussy as they ripped me apart like animals. I had finally lived out my dream and it was time for me to be snuffed like the whore I’ve always fantasized of being.
Blasphemy Phone Sex Comes to Life
As I’ve told you in my profile my family likes to involve me in some, well, questionable activities. The latest involves some pretty weird things – even for them. My foster father took me to a church dressed in a slutty red dress and red high heels. When we entered the church, he instructed me to lay in front of the altar. I was about to get my first taste of blasphemy phone sex.
Suddenly a priest entered and ripped my dress off, ordering me to lay down and spread my legs back and up to my shoulders. He took his hard penis from behind his robe and begin to thrust it eagerly and forcefully into my wet mouth. He started pumping. He was making me gag and choke, my eyes watering. “Goddamn little slut! Take this cock!” He then proceeded to fuck me in my ass and pussy calling me vile names and damning God. he left cum leaking out f my holes and my foster father took me home, sore and with cum dripping down my legs.
I hope that I am not taken and used for blasphemy sex. Can you help me?
Torture and Bondage Phone Sex with an Evil Bitch
As a bondage phone sex whore, I mostly have female masters. There are a few exceptions. Ella is a beautiful bad ass bitch. I cannot help but give into her. We met years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female master there. The rest of us girls were just submissive whores up for the taking. She took a liking to me because she found me beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am not a princess. I know my place. Ella called me last weekend because she was jonesing for some hardcore BDSM action. All the underground clubs are closed until further notice. I was happy to be her pet for an hour, a day or an eternity. She brought me a diamond encrusted dog collar. She put a leash on me and walked me around my block before play time. My neighbors saw it. It was so humiliating. When we got back inside, she told me that in medieval times, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with this archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture sex devices. I was scared. I thought this was just some basic BDSM fun. She wanted to hurt me. She had pliers, scissors and a host of sharp objects. Ella is a dominant bitch, but I met her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped my nails and toes in hot sulfur which loosened the nail from my flesh. It also loosened the flesh from my bones. My screams could pierce ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. Nothing in my BDSM world prepared me for the pain of this barbaric practice. I learned a painful lesson. Never try to be prettier than your Master. I will never make that mistake again.
Teen phone sex whore Stephanie
I was walking home from my boyfriend’s house, when a car pulled up beside me. I didn’t recognize the driver but he knew my name. He called out to me so I walked closer to the car to get a better look and see if maybe I knew him. He said that he knew that I was a teen phone sex slut and that naughty girls like me need to be punished. I was about to turn and run away when someone grabbed me from behind. I felt a hand wrap around my face and cover my mouth. They forced me into the trunk of the car and shut the lid before I could even scream. I stayed in the trunk for what seemed like hours. When the trunk finally opened, I couldn’t see anything as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights that were being shined into my face. I couldn’t see who was standing in front of me but I could feel the cold, sharp edge of a knife being pressed against my throat. I was instructed to get on my hands and knees and not to say a word. Once I was on my hands and knees, I could feel the stranger, force his hard cock into my tight, puckered asshole. Another entered my mouth and forced his cock down my throat. I was bounced back and forth on their cocks as they gagged me and ripped my bloody asshole open. Once I was used up and ripped open, they said that they had to get rid of me. I cried and begged them to let me go. I felt the sharp burning pain of that blade slide across my throat as the man grabbed a fist ful of my hair and ripped my head back, exposing my gapping, slashed throat. They took turns fucking my slit open throat as I gurgled on my own blood and slowly faded away.
Taboo Phone Sex Pet
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, men know they can own you. I had an interesting weekend. I spent it as a pet. Dogs are treated better than I am on most days. I got into trouble. Not my usual trouble either. I was supposed to be selling some weed, pills and coke for this dealer I know. He is black and does not blend in well in suburban malls and stuff. But a middle-class soccer mom dose. Everything was going well until I took a break. I wanted to just pinch a little coke. Ten hours later, I had gone through too much coke that there was no way he would not notice. I tried to come up with a good excuse, but I was high as a kite and he knew where his coke went. He grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall as he shoved his fist up my cunt. I was squirming around trying to breathe. He told me he was not going to kill me. He was just going to make me wish I were dead. He tossed me down his stairs. I landed in his dungeon. His goons came down and stripped me naked. They put a dog collar around my neck and told me I was sleeping in a cage for a few days to contemplate my crime. There were two bowls on the floor. The goons pissed in one and came in the other one. They told me all I was eating for a few days was cum and piss. I was left in the dark on a cold floor. I ate cum and drank piss. And the men used me as their ass rape porn star. I was sodomized by lots of big black cocks. I drank lots of black spunk and drank a gallon of black piss. The joke is on my dealer. The weekend just made be want to be a bad girl again.
My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Cum True
I have rape phone sex fantasies. I have a lot more of them lately because I have more time on my hands than usual. I did a hot call the other night that made my fantasies stronger. I have a vampire lover, who switched up our call. I find anything with him hot. I was going to my car and I felt hands over my mouth. A shadowy figure, much taller than me, dragged me into his car. When we got to the final destination, he dragged me out of his car kicking and screaming. I was scared. But my pussy was wet. I could feel it and I knew he could smell me too. I know. Something is wrong with me. A stranger kidnapped me and now he was forcing his cock deep inside my pussy, but I was somehow aroused. I felt his hand around my throat choking me as he penetrated deep inside me. He knew I was wet despite my protests. I struggled. I knew he could kill me at any moment. I guess I struggled and protested because it seemed like what a normal woman would do. But I am not a normal woman. I am a taboo phone sex slut. I want to be a victim.
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