Category: Violent phone sex

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies At The Strip Club

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Sometimes murder phone sex fantasies are closer to reality than people think. All someone needs is an idea that creates a spark in the mind and the gears start turning. The Sins R 4-Ever club is one of the most popular places in town especially for bachelor parties. I’ve loved every day of working there because guys view me as a stupid ,drugged out whore but they always get a final hoorah before getting married. Tonight, I will be part of the bachelor party for a high profile developer. It’s his third marriage, but who knows, maybe he’ll be lucky. He paid thousands for this night and I’m gonna give him his money’s worth in the VIP room. He had his fill of his group party in the main room and now, it’s up to me to give him a grand send off. He asks if we can get another bottle of champagne, while I’m giving him my best Shakira moves and losing my bra to show off my huge tits. His face gets buried between them immediately as our champagne arrives. I turn around and bend over, pulling my skinny thong to the side to show a peek of pussy. I can see how hard he’s getting as I turn around and he puts the glass to my lips. I take a sip of Dom and kiss him deeply, as he sucks it out of my mouth. “Chelsea, you know I wanna fuck you. My wedding is three weeks away. Let me bury my dick in you so deep, it feels like it’s coming out of your belly button!”. He laughed so hard as he snorted another line and I laughed too. “Oh honey”, I said, “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight. I can’t wait to get your thick cock and ride it”.

Brad was all high, worked up and ready and so was I. I sat in his lap, grinding my bare ass on his half open pants. He groaned a little and whipped his dick out. Then he told me he forgot condoms. I told him I had some. I reached into my little clutch bag and pulled out a Magnum. I carefully unwrapped it, put the tip in my mouth and leaned over to slide it onto his cock between my lips. He pumped his hips, as I slid it down onto his fat cock. I teased him a little, then rubbed the tip against my pussy. Facing him, I started to ride it slowly. He said it felt so fucking hot–my cunt was on fire! I giggled and told him that’s what he paid for. The more frenzied I became, bouncing on his fuck pipe, the more he groaned. I noticed he was sweating profusely. “Brad. Are you okay?”, I cooed. He nodded and said he felt so good that he was about to blow his fucking rich boy spunk for me. I started fucking his pole harder and he began to gasp for air. I felt his dick spasm a bit then he lost consciousness. I got up off of him and took the condom with me. I immediately went to the manager and told him that I thought we needed to call 911. I even cried a little, acting like a clueless slut. I was told to take the rest of the night off which I did. On the drive home, I knew they’d never know Brad was poisoned. The condom was an ingenious idea. To think, he really got fucked to death.

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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

 

I was walking alone along a dark street, feeling a bit more tipsy than I normally do. The night was a warm and quiet one too. So decided to skip the Uber and just walk home from the bar.

At least, that was the plan.

I feel hands grab me from behind. And another set grab my feet. I freeze for a moment as I’m not sure what’s going on. And then, I start to scream when I realize I’m no longer alone. One of their hands goes over my mouth and I hear the whisper in my ear “that’s not gonna help you. Just shut up and take what’s coming to you, bitch”

I try to fight a little more, feeling my heart pumping out of my chest. As I struggle, their hands grip harder. Feeling the biting of their nails in my skin, I keep struggling. I’m a fighter, and I’m not backing down.

I get pulled into the alley way, where I get a better picture now of these two entities. Big guys, they were. And they start ripping my clothing off. No care what really comes off, just that it’s off. I try grabbing at what they are taking off, but one of them grabs my hands and pins them above my head.

I try kicking this time, but the other one who was pulling my clothes of is now pinning my legs to the ground. “You want to kick, fucking kick with a broken leg” he says, as I feel a snap in my knee. I scream in pain, no longer really fighting as that new sensation is going through my brain.

As the pain starts to subside slightly, I refocus and realize my clothing is in shreds on the ground, and I’m naked. One of them is already inside of my pussy, pumping away hard as I feel the sharp pains instead of the pleasure I’m used to. I feel wet, but I don’t think it’s that juicy sweetness I have naturally.

As his cock continues to ripe more of my cunt as he keeps going, the other still pinning my arms down. I can feel the cold street below me scraping my back, causing small cuts to form. Looking up for a moment, I can the one holding me see get a snide grin on his face. A sadistic glint to his eyes.

“I really hate hearing you scream. Let’s fix that shit now” He pulls out a long blade from his pants. Placing the sharp steel to my throat, he slices. Deep. I start gargling on the blood entering my throat, trying to breath. He keeps slicing more, opening up my trachea more. I can see he’s now looking at it lustfully, like it’s another fuck hole.

I feel him slide his thick dick into my opened up throat, and struggle to not convulse from the sheer agony. Using my blood as his own personal lube for the deep throating action he wanted. Thrusting hard and cutting off any way for me to breath.

As I begin to expire from blood loss, I can still hear them giggling at their mess. My last conscious thought is feeling both of them cum in my destroyed body at the same time.

Starring in Snuff Movies in Exchange for Coke and Oxy

snuff moviesWomen like me prefer to watch snuff movies then star in them.  However, women like me never have a say in the matter. And when I say women like me, I mean druggy, subby whores. When I need a fix, I subject myself to relentless torture. Just ask my son what a stupid cunt I am when it comes to coke.

I have a fellow soccer mom who appears hooked on Oxy pills. Hurt her back last year in a car accident. And ever since they prescribed her Oxy, she wants more. But all the doctors cut her off. I took her to see this dealer I know. In the past, I used to frequent him often. However, I had no intention of being this guy’s druggy gangbang rape porn star. But, when he saw me again, he told us that the only way for her to score free oxy would be to make a homemade movie together.

The Depraved Things Women Do for Drugs Might Shock You

And in a dumb cunt moment, I thought he meant he just wanted to see us play together. Two soccer moms getting it on together can be very hot for plenty of men. But he meant we should make a movie with him and his 12 pals. When I tried to leave saying, for once, this was not about me needing coke, he grabbed a fist full of my fiery red hair and tossed me to the floor. Another guy did the same to my friend. Before we could try to get up, a gang of horny, aggressive men pinned us down.

They ripped our clothes off and started fucking us. All holes got stuffed, sometimes double and triple stuffed. Burly, heavy, hairy men just grunted and thrust their dicks inside our fuck holes until none of them could cum anymore. However, they did not seem done with us yet. They pissed down our throats, choked us, slapped us and made us eat their dirty, hairy shit holes. Gag. But druggy taboo phone sex whores rarely remain in control of their lives.

My friend got the Oxy she needed. And I got some coke for my troubles. So, I guess the torture was not all for nothing.

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.

Domination Phone Sex Makes A Slut Wet

 

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Domination phone sex is what I need. A skank like me is accustomed to being put in her place. I want you to own me, like all the other objects that have a purpose in your life. I’m your favorite toy though. When you’re tying me up, please make the ropes tight around my wrists and ankles especially. Sometimes, you enjoy running a rope between my legs so it gradually makes my pussy lips red and raw. That way if you decide to fuck my whore hole it burns when you do. You can do anything you want to a me because I’ll take it all. Remember the time you put me in the contraption where my wrists were cuffed to my ankles? I looked like a crab on its back. You told your friends to fuck me in any hole they chose and immediately they filled my mouth, my shit pipe and my wet cunt. You stroked so hard while they fucked the shit out of me in every hole and then you pounded me so hard that my stomach cramped up. Fuck, you blew a wad of cum in me like I’d never seen. All your friends surrounded me and nutted anywhere they could. There was cum everywhere and I licked it all up. I’m looking forward to being used again.

 

Necro Fantasy: A Carnival of Depravity

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Hello, perverted pests—your nightmare’s about to unfold.

I’m your sinister host, reveling in the most twisted, taboo desires. If you’re lusting after a good time, look no further—I’ll be your guide into the depths of depravity.Imagine a world where boundaries don’t exist, a realm of carnal freedom. Together, we’ll snatch our victims from the streets, a random selection of unwilling participants.It’s a bloody affair, a gruesome harvest, but necessary for our twisted pleasure. Their screams, a haunting melody, music to my sickened ears.

We’ll push the limits, and then some—a macabre dance with the devil. Their flesh, a canvas for our sinister desires, and the blood, a sticky, iron-rich treat.I’ll describe the pleasure of slicing into tender flesh, the juicy squelching as the knife sinks deep. Imagine the ecstasy of power, of watching their life drain away.And in their final moments, we’ll defile their lifeless bodies, a perverse victorious act. My clit will throb with each brutal stroke, each grunting thrust.

Cum with me, perverts, as we explore the boundaries of sanity. Our victims are mere props, disposable vessels for our sinister needs.No taboos, no limits, just cascading pleasures—a carnal vortex of depraved ecstasy. And in the end, an explosive climax, a macabre flourish.This is the ultimate high, a necro-fantasy realized. Our victims’ souls can’t escape this vile destiny.

So, grasp your swords, my twisted allies, as we embark on this sinister safari.

Let the bloodbath begin!”

Strangulation Phone Sex: Pushing Kinky Boundaries

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Strangulation phone sex is so fucking hot to talk about because it’s erotic torture. I remember the first time is happened to me. I was on the bed getting the shit fucked out of me when he collapsed in a fit of orgasm, his forearm on my neck. It cut of my air supply briefly and when he realized, he apologized profusely. In that moment, I had a mixture of panic and arousal. That was the tame version obviously because you need more than that, something more extreme. A belt or a sheet will work for sure. Ah… you like the belt to put around my neck. Make it tight enough, so I can barely talk. Your dick is rock hard seeing me like this. Grab the end of it as you ram your cock inside my slutty slit. you slide in so easily cause I’m loving the tightness around my neck. My throat may be sore the next day but I don’t give a shit. You’re choking the life out of me and plowing my pussy all the way up to my cervix. Take out all your aggression on me. I wanna be gasping and pleading for air when you’re getting ready to bust a nut in me. Ride me rough, like an animal in heat! I can’t get enough. It feels so good to be taken like this since I can’t move. My whore hole is taking a good drilling with your dick , as you pull on the belt. I can’t breathe, but you’re so close it makes me squirt all over your fuck pipe. Feeling my sex coating your cock, you pull out and shove it in my shitter, exploding immediately as I gasp for air. Maybe, next time I’ll pass out.

 

Sacrifice to the Dark Lord: Cora’s Submission

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Violent phone sex

Here I am collared and cuffed, a possession of my dark lord. I’m his willing ragdoll, a mere plaything for his sinister desires.He’s the embodiment of male dominance, and I’m obsessed. My body belongs to him—a possession to be used and abused.His fist punches my vulnerable flesh, a brutally enticing sensation. The pain radiates, yet I crave more.

The other’s a fist too—double the pleasure, double the fun. My abused holes stretch wider, welcoming their invasion.He treats me like a whore, a punchbag for his aggression. And I love it—each strike sends shivers down my spine.Fuck me like the world’s ending, you sadistic motherfucker! My cunt is yours to ravage.

Relentless pounding ensues, a violent symphony. The bed creaks, my body bounces, and the pain is divine.Cum drenches my abused form, a sticky, well-deserved reward. But this dark lord isn’t done—the sacrifice must continue.He brandishes a knife, a sinister glint in his eye. A mutilation fetish? Oh, yes, slice me up, you madman!The ritual reaches new heights, blood mixing with cum—a pungent cocktail. I’m his human sacrifice, and he’s my divine master.

Cora’s submission is complete—a success! Congratulations, sir—your loyal slave awaits her next instruction.

You’re welcome, perverts—make sure to worship your own dark lords!

Torture Sex by a Group of Brutal Thugs Break Whore Layla

Victim Surrounded By Gangbangers With Hard Cocks

Torture sex isn’t new to me. I can take a fucking beating. But I was locked in a room naked with 5 big ass black men. I wasn’t going to go out like a pussy. I tried to swing and fight back. They overpowered me so fast. One of them could have pinned me to the filthy mattress. Hands grabbed and scratched me. Someone hit me hard across the face. I could taste blood. And then there was a dick in my mouth. One of them pushed a gun to my head and dared me to bite.

His cock was fucking disgusting. He tasted like he hadn’t bathed in days. There was no fucking mercy. He was straddling my neck and pulling my hair so he could fuck my face. I thought I was going to puke on his dick. But he pulled out that sloppy cock and one of his friends grabbed my face instead. There were hands all over me. I felt someone trying to pry my legs open and grabbing my pussy. I kicked and fought and earned hard smacks on my thighs and ass.

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They Wanted to Ruin All Three of My Holes

They pulled my legs apart and held them that way. I couldn’t see the sick fuck who pulled out his dick and crammed it in my cunt. I was too busy getting my tonsils bruised and trying to breathe. But I could still feel the pain. He was so rough with my pussy. Like I’m the one who owed him money and not my ex-husband. My pussy felt like it was on fire. His cock felt 12 inches long and as thick as a bat when he was forcing it in my cunt.

I wouldn’t stop kicking and fighting. One of them flipped me on my stomach and sat on my back. They slapped my ass and then took turns pushing their filthy cocks in my dry ass hole. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. But I blacked out suffocating on a cock. I woke up on the mattress covered in cum.

Taboo Phone Sex is What I Do Best

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex might be what I do best. My life has been nothing but taboo things. A coked-up mother who made me watch her fuck my brother and eventually made me fuck my brother. Stepmom to a violent and angry boy who blackmails me regularly. A husband who cut me off financially, so I had to resort to all sorts of seedy things for coke or money to get coke. And a love for rough anal sex, bondage and big black cocks.

So, when a guy told me he would give me $1,000 to punish his disobedient schoolgirl daughter, it sounded like a cake walk compared to the things I have done in the past. At least this was not snuff sex. Not for me at least. I arrived at his house early this morning in a school teacher outfit. Even donned my glasses to make me look more like a teacher.

This girl has been a daddy’s girl for years. But daddy has some strict rules for her to follow like no fucking any schoolboys or other men. And not dressing provocatively to arouse men. He found out she did both. I have known this man for years. He used to run the cameras for this underground snuff outfit I did some scenes for. He left the field after his wife died and he needed to raise their daughter.

It Feels Good to Be the Punisher Not the Punished

For me, I just felt blessed for once not being the one to get brutalized. The girl looked scared and apologetic. He did not want to be the one to punish her because he wanted to watch and masturbate. I get that. When I forced her to strip naked, she sassed me, and I smacked her face. After that she knew I meant business. I had to go hard on her to get that money.

I used a ruler to whack her ass and her tits raw. But the part that hurt the most was when I fucked her with a strapon. I made her my ass rape porn star. And I guess daddy never fucked her little back door. Perhaps, I loosened that hole up for him. She cried and screamed. Maybe I fucked her too hard. Daddy did not seem to think so and his opinion was all that mattered to me.

By the time our punishment ended, almost every inch of her porcelain white skin looked bright red. Her little asshole appeared prolapsed. And she pledged to do whatever daddy wanted from there on out. Easy grand. At least easier than being on the other side of the punishment