Taboo phone sex is what I do best. I get too fucked up to do vanilla calls. I have had too many submissive experiences to do vanilla type calls either. I had a long caller last night. We were getting high together. When I do lines of coke, I can’t fake shit. Coke brings out my freaky side. Since I am always high, I am always a freak. I have this horse thing with a dildo attached to it. I use it to give sex shows to dealers and my sons. My caller was asking about the type of things I have in the house to fuck myself with and I told him. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it was a trap. Once he heard me describe all the objects I have used on myself, he wanted to channel my inner ass rape porn star. I was high; faking it was not an option. I ended up bouncing on my dildo saddle contraption while fisting my own cunt. Thank god for speaker phone. He was describing all the violent things he wanted to do to me while I impaled my ass on a 13 inch dildo with my fist in my cunt. Not sure how I managed that level of multi asking fucked up, but I did. I gaped my own holes. Normally, others destroy my holes, but I told you I am a nasty fuck slut when I am high.
Category: Violent phone sex
Taboo Phone Sex is What I Do Best
Wanna Know My Hot Fantasy of My Demise?
Home invasion phone sex is possibly one of my hottest fantasies as the worthless victim that I am. You see this hot piece of groomed snatch gets so fucking wet when i daydream of my demise. I literally just get all creamy and crave dick, and not just dick to fuck me normally, fuck normal! I want a guy to fantasy rape my snatch as he takes out his aggressions beating me, slapping or cutting at my perfect fake tits, or even fantasy raping my cunt then once he came in it he takes a knife and starts to fantasy rape my perfect snatch with it. As the wounds are made his salty spunk oozes into them and causes this most terrible burning, stinging sensations.
I really am a worthless fuck whore, am I not?
Beat Dat Pussy
It was a horrible mistake, over-cooking my boyfriend’s steak. He likes it cooked medium rare. He came towards me like a raging gorilla and pummeled me to the floor. He punched me in the head four times, then gripped my hair and jumped to his feet. He dragged me upstairs by my hair, cursing me. I pleaded for him to stop, but his rage was over the edge of insanity. He forced me to undress then he tied me to the bed with my hands and legs spread apart. He pulled his belt from his pants and I struggled to free myself. He swung the belt high into the hair and sent it flying back down against my wet cunt. The pain was so bad that I saw stars. He hit me over and over again between my legs until he got tired. I cried myself to sleep.
Taboo Phone Sex Nightmares
Taboo phone sex fantasies consume me. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I have so many wicked dreams. I dream about guys doing horrible things to me, even killing me. I had one last night that seemed so real. I passed out after partying. I woke up suddenly when a group of strangers yanked me from bed. It was like having a heart attack being woke up that way. They dragged me to the basement where they tied me up and force fucked me for hours. They did more than fuck me, however. One of them wrote cunt on my forehead with my red lipstick. They joked about hearing rumors of the trashy milf who likes to party and fuck college boys who lives here. These guys were younger than me, but they didn’t look like the college type. They looked more like the gangbang rape porn makers type. They burned me with cigarettes. They pissed in my eyes. The fisted my cunt and ass. They used my body as punching bag and a cum receptacle. They cut my hair. They fucked me until my holes bled. It was such an intense dream, that when I woke up I could still smell the piss and cum. I felt sore. I did a line to wake myself up because I felt like I was trapped in my nightmare. I went to the bathroom and saw my face and body. My forehead had whore written on it in red lipstick. My body had purple marks everywhere. When I went to pee, I pissed blood. I touched my asshole and it was on the outside. What the fuck happened to me. Clearly, what I dreamt was reality. Just couldn’t remember how I got to my bed. Guess poor memory is one of the pitfalls of being a party whore.
Killing on vacation
I am on vacation and while I am loving it, there has been a whole lot of work involved in it too. See, in order to get my perfect victim I had to actually pretend to be nice! Do you know how hard that is for me??? It worked tho, I found a guy that was dumb enough to fall for my charms and agree to get on a boat with me… it was the last mistake he ever made. We went out in the middle of the ocean where no one was around, I convinced him that we should drop anchor and swim in the deep water, well he jumped in first and I pulled up the ladder and just watched him. At first he thought it was a joke, but once he started getting tired of treading water he started begging for me to put the ladder down so he could get back on the boat, I just laughed and threw some chum in the water to attract some sharks. Then I just watched him struggle until the sharks finally just ate him all up! Now all I need to do is delete all the pics he took of me and I will have gotten away with the perfect murder!
Mascara massacre
There we were two pathetic stripper sluts feining for angel dust and doing everything we could to get our hands on it. We were druggy sluts that submitted ourselves to our king. We would be his ultimate puppets and whatever he said would go. After a late night of sucking random men’s cocks and working the stage we already used up a ton of our money on dope, We knew our supply wouldn’t last. Macey and I were willing to do everything and anything to get our hands on it. We were chasing a high, and we were going to submit to our master’s rules. Macey and I would make our master’s gangbang rape porn reality. Our master had a love for watching skanky sluts kneel and submit. He wanted our mascaras to run and our mouths to bleed. We couldn’t stop taking his cock till we were bloody. Feeling his cock thrust into our mouths for hours felt like razors probing us after hours of being used. Macey began to bleed first her make up smeared and her face all bloody gave our master more ammo to call up his buddies and tie us up. It was a huge fuck fest. Two druggy stripper whores are taking over twelve different cocks. Blood sweat and tears was an understatement.
Young Black Hooker
My parents sold me to their drug dealer for a few rocks when I was really young. By then I had already been fucking grown men to keep my parents high. There are three consequences to selling drugs you either end up dead, in jail or hooked on your own supply. My owner got hooked on crack and I was his personal money machine. He would make me sleep with strangers for money. Sometimes these men were very cruel. My old man had a knack for finding men that needed to hurt me to feel pleasure. One of these men tied me down and bit me all over my body like I was a chew toy. And another whipped me until I had welts all over me. It didn’t matter that these men hurt as long as my boyfriend got paid. Every day that I wake up is part joy because I’m alive and part dread because today may be my last.
Abduction For Hate Fucking
You’ve been watching me ever since I turned down your advances at a friends party and all you can think about is torture sex and hate fucking me. The very fact that you feel that I think I’m better than you and treated you like the maggot you really are just really got under your skin. So one afternoon you waited in the shadows and grabbed me from behind as friends drove up and you shoved me in the back of an suv. Your friends were quick to knock me out and tape my wrists behind me.
Once we made it to the destination, a patch of woods secluded and set up just how you needed it. I was face fucked and pistol whipped by one friend as you took my pussy and ass back and forth rough and hard. You marveled at how much of a whore I was as my cunt just got wetter the rougher you got with me. Finally the third one joined in and took my ass as you thrust in my cunt with your hands grasping my neck tightly until I passed out. The three of you continued fucking all my holes until you were satisfied and left me there like a used condom.
Torture Sex with a Sadistic Dyke
Torture sex is not just something inflicted by men. In fact, some of the most sadistic masters I have had in my life have been women. I owed this woman coke money. She wasn’t a dealer. She was a party girl like me. She is just one with money. She asked me when I was going to pay her back. She has a nasty streak, so I couldn’t bullshit her, or I might end up dead in an alley. I told her I was having a cash flow problem and asked if I could work it off. She is a dyke. I thought I could eat her pussy and ass for a couple hours and my debt would be settled. She had something else in mind. It wasn’t pretty either. She is sadistic. She hooked me up naked to some electric shock machine. My nipples and my clit were wired to receive a mega dose of electric shock. The voltage was so high that it burned my skin. I could smell my pussy hair burning. Burnt hair smells awful, even pussy hair. I was sweating from fear which made it worse for me. When she pulled out an industrial sized vibrator, I thought this was a pleasure and pain sort of thing. In a warped way it was. She put a clip on my clit. When I orgasmed, it would cause an electrical shock. As much as I wanted not to cum, she had this big vibrating wand up my cunt on full speed. It was a matter of biology. I tried to think of the most awful, painful things so that I wouldn’t cum, but it did no good. I started convulsing. I felt like I was having a seizure. I pissed myself from the shock. It was messy and painful. I endured electrical shocks to my pussy for hours before she declared us even. I will never get high with a sadistic dyke again.
Born for Taboo Phone Sex
I was born for taboo phone sex. I didn’t have a traditional upbringing. I was a whore for daddy and his friends when I was a school girl. I have never had a normal relationship. I am not exactly girlfriend material. Guys fuck me. Guys always hit on me. They never want to take me out, however. They just want to treat me like a dirty whore; use me and leave. I understand that is all I deserve. I have had lots of slave training in my life. I know my place. I am a well trained puppy. When he told me, he was in the mood for torture sex, I got scared. He had been drinking. I knew he was pissed off from work too. This was not a good combo for me, but I can’t resist or protest. I have learned that hard lesson before. He tied my clit up with a rope. It was swelling quickly and turning purple. While I waited for my clit to fall off, which is what felt like was happening, he skull fucked me. He likes fish hooking my mouth. He slapped my titties as he fucked my mouth. My clit was numb. I thought perhaps that was a good thing, but when he burned it with his cigar, I felt it. I cringed from the pain. He punched me in the face. I felt my mouth bleeding. He was in an extra sadistic mood. Nothing I could say would make it any easier on me, so I just shut the fuck up until he got too drunk to do much damage to me. When he passed out, I snuck out of his house. I know the next time I see him, I will be in for a world of pain. When I got home, I stitched my busted lip and iced my swollen clit. It’s a tough life being a submissive whore.














