Category: Violent phone sex

Teen Rape Porn Gets Me So Wet

Teen rape pornTeen rape porn, my favorite kind of porn, I get soaking wet just thinking about a guy like you, forcing me to eat your dick, shoving it down my throat as your on top of me, force fucking my mouth, my arms held down, your thick dick stroking my warm wet mouth until I gag and choke on your fat cock. 

Tearing my blouse open, ripping my bra off, my big tits spilling out, hard nipples pinched and twisted, your warm mouth biting my nipples, twisting them between your teeth, hurts so fucking good. 

Ripping my panties off, my dripping wet pink pussy starving for your cock, shoving every inch inside my wet center, stroking hard and deep, my screams make your cock that much harder, begging you to stop only makes you take more of my cunt. 

Orgasm after orgasm, squirting on your cock and balls as you hammer my hole. Shoving that thick rod deep in my asshole, drilling me deep, I feel the pressure of your rock-hard cock in my ass, my juices releasing from both holes. 

Don’t stop forcing your hard dick inside me, fill me up with your dick milk, make me take every ounce, both holes gapping and leaking cum, love it when you force fuck my cunt. 

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Murder phone sex Fantasies, deep red cum, hot sticky mess

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies aren’t something I shy away from. In fact, it’s freeing to me. I’ll pick the right one. Personally, I don’t have a favorite age, so tell me what yours is, and I’ll get the perfect one.

The little slut will scream and cry, but I’ll be soaked!

I’ll make sure you sink your cock into her deeper than what’s possible. You will be hypnotized and thrust deep into her pathetic slit.

And her agonizing screams will take me to the brink of a pussy squirt. Go ahead, sexy, mercilessly pound away.

I will reveal the instrument of torture, a cruel iron device designed to rip and tear at flesh.

Every time you pump into her unwilling hole, I will strike. and begins to mercilessly deliberate grooves into the little slut’s supple body, drawing fresh rivers of blood with each savage twist.

As the torturous act reaches its crescendo, your brutal cock throbs and pulses, erupting in a torrent of deep, viscous cum, flooding her ravaged pussy and bathing her in a hot, sticky mess. Mixed with the blood, I can’t resist, I need to get a taste. Your cum and her blood floods my senses with flavor.

Our little slave is hanging on by a thread but the brutality is far from over. With our victim now limp and helpless, we turn our attention to the other. Fucking on top of her brutalized flesh!

I want her to feel excruciating pain till the last breath. So I twist her nipples until they snap off, as you spit in her tender face.  Then to degrade her even more force her in between my legs.

Make her lick my evil cunt and I’ll piss all over her face.

That why she will be too distracted to know what you are going to do with that knife. After the Torture sex is her death. A slash to her neck, bleeding out all over me.

 

Snuff Sex Whore Who Surrendered to the Best Demonic Sodomy

I’m Geneva, the Snuff Sex whore who surrendered to Demonic sodomy and swung in the Village Square.
It started when I sold my tight little holes in the back alleys long before the devil claimed me. First, I discovered the dark pleasure of sodomy and never looked back.
Moreover, every thick cock that stretched my greedy ass felt like pure demonic fire. Consequently, I begged strangers to ruin me harder, deeper, and filthier, moaning like the possessed whore I had become. “Fuck my sinful ass until I scream for Satan himself!” I cried, and they always obeyed.
However, the village finally caught me. Soon, the elders dragged me naked into the square while hundreds of men and their grown sons watched. Furthermore, they sentenced me to public sodomy as punishment before the rope.

Snuff Sex and Sodomy Are My Demise

Next, they bent me over the wooden platform and took turns with me. One after another, they rammed their cocks balls-deep into my ass while I laughed and begged for more.
“Use your little fuck whore! Fill this demonic cunt with every drop!” I screamed as load after load flooded my guts. As a result, cum poured down my thighs in thick rivers. In fact, I came so hard my legs shook while they passed me around like a cheap rag doll.
Finally, they looped the noose around my slender neck. I felt the rough rope tighten, and then the trapdoor dropped.
In the end, my neck snapped with a loud crack. Leaving my body to swing limp and lifeless in the center of the square. All while every man and son who had just used me stepped forward again.
They stroked themselves over my dangling corpse.  Ultimately, painting my dead tits, my broken face, and my still-leaking ass with fresh ropes of jizz. Now my lifeless body hung there for hours, dripping with the cum of the entire village.
I am Geneva, the little fuck whore who embraced demonic sodomy and paid with my life. Even in death, my ruined holes and cum-soaked skin served as the ultimate warning — and the ultimate thrill for every man who watched me swing.
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Bondage Phone Sex Whore Gets Tied Up and Gang Banged

bondage phone sexBondage Phone sex may not be my favorite thing in the world, but it beats torture any day. Occasionally, I answer bondage ads I see on the dark net. And I understand I always take a risk when I respond to these ads because anybody can put up an ad. Does not mean I am responding to a legitimate porn producer. I don’t care about legitimate or not if they can pay me enough to make it worth my while.

Andy dangled a huge bag of cocaine in front of me if I agreed to be a bondage whore for a photo shoot. His model who he hired never showed up and he had a deadline. He makes dark violent content for private collectors. Photo shoots and movies for one man to beat off to for the rest of his life. And this client who hired him wanted to see a MILF tied up and brutalized.

The ad just said bondage modeling. Never mentioned making a gangbang rape porn while tied up. But I guess he hoped I would be desperate enough for the cocaine to agree to anything. And he took a gamble on the right submissive whore. I will do anything to get that huge bag of cocaine. And the only thing on my mind when I agreed to his bondage shoot was the coke.

I Will Do Anything for Coke and It Will Kill Me One Day

And this monkey on my back will kill me one day. Not the cocaine itself because I can out snort Pablo Escobar. However, the things I do to get my blow will most definitely kill me one day. The director invited random men off the street to fuck me. And I couldn’t fight them. Metal chains held my legs up and apart. Plus, he handcuffed my hands behind my back.

I couldn’t lay completely down. While tied up in the most uncomfortable position, my neck dangled. The only relief I enjoyed came when the men would fuck my mouth after they fucked my cunt or my ass. Some of them held my head for me so I could focus on deep throating their dicks.

My entire body feels like a truck ran over me. I can barely move today. I lost count after 30 men fucked me for hours. But I feel like a strung out druggie whore needing a fix. But I got my fix. Man after man fucked my pussy, mouth and my ass too. I guess I should be lucky. I didn’t dislocate anything tied up in that awkward position.

But I earned that cocaine. I’ve never felt this sore. I feel more like I made a torture sex video more than a gang bang one. But this is the life of a druggy MILF. If this monkey remains on my back, I will keep putting myself into dangerous situations.

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Bloody Phone Sex

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Fucking this pussy raw and with so much force, you make me bleed even more!

Crimson streaks already smearing my inner lips, my pussy swollen and glistening with period flow.

Luring you here, promising the dirtiest ride of your life.

“Fuck this messy cunt. Make it hurt so good.”

More blood seeps out around your shaft.

Your cock emerges slick and red, streaked with my cycle, hot as my pussy.

The assault makes gushes of blood come out in every thrust.

Sliding down my ass crack and making a naughty mess on the sheets.

My swollen tits bouncing, my nipples hardening from every pound into my cervix.

Fuck me harder and harder, Daddy.

Don’t stop until you fucked all the blood out!

 

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Revenge Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Make Me Wet

killer phone sexI would not call myself a cold stone killer phone sex babe. For most of my life men treated me like nothing more than a submissive slave. It got ingrained in me at an early age that I lacked any power. But somewhere along the line, I became a switch. Maybe with age I got wiser. But I think I got a taste for inflicting pain, not necessarily on other girls, but definitely on men.

I certainly possess killer revenge fantasies. Not a day goes by that I do not fantasize about killing or castrating the men from my youth who abused me and that includes my dad. However, I think my biggest revenge fantasy remains killing my mother. What do they call that, matricide?

If my mother never left me alone with my father, likely, my life would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would be married with a family and a normal job. Who knows. She took away a lot of my options leaving me with a man she knew would abuse me.

Revenge Kills Feel So Satisfying

Sometimes, these wicked dreams of torture sex creep into my mind while I sleep. And last night I dreamt that I ran into my mother, and after all these decades, she didn’t recognize me. She couldn’t even see the resemblance. In my dream, I encountered my mother at my local coffee shop going for a fix. I saw her there with a wedding ring on her finger, sipping her coffee like she did not have a care in the world. I saw that rock. She married well.

In my fantasy, I approached her about being her daughter, and she just laughed at me, cocked her head, and told me to fuck off. But I could tell from the nervous energy that she just lied to me. So, I apologize for mistaking her for somebody else and left. But I didn’t really leave. I hid in my car until she came out and I followed her home.

Broke into her home, grabbed the biggest knife in the kitchen I could find, went into her bedroom and stabbed her 100 times. Overkill. The type of murder that the police would focus on somebody close to her. Even though I took some jewelry and stuff to stage it like a robbery, I did not feel confident that the police would suspect a robbery. But I couldn’t help it. My rage came out with each stab and before long I overkilled her.

Sometimes, The Accomplice Wants to Kill Solo

I know better than that too. As the accomplice, I’ve honed my skills that keep me flying under the radar. A seasoned accomplice knows how to stage the scene. But I let my emotions get the better of me.

And a violent phone sex kill felt deserving for the mother who abandoned me and didn’t care that her husband would abuse his daughter in her absence. As police circled in on me, I woke up thankfully. My heart raced. Such a vivid dream that it felt real. I honestly thought I killed my mother.

But that dream made me want to do it more. So, I’m signing up for one of those DNA online things thanks to my dream. I know I can’t make it look like overkill. Even though the murder of my mother feels so personal, I will kill her. And I will kill her in such a way that will ensure that I evade suspicion. The bitch deserves to die. And thanks to my dream I’ve made it my mission to find my mother and kill her for the years of abuse I suffered in her absence.

Home invasion phone sex gets nasty and hardcore

Home invasion phone sex is a great way to work out that tension that’s been building up! I was at this restaurant the other day and this sweet young waitress had the biggest cunt of a customer she was that Karen that needed her mouth stuffed with a fat cock to shut her up. I felt bad for this girl and wanted to show this bitch some karma. So, my boyfriend and I followed her ass back to her house later that night we broke in and tied her and her piece of shit husband up. I spread her legs apart while my boyfriend tied her ankles up. She was perfectly secure to the bed arms above her head. Her pathetic whimpering ass whining on the bed all helpless she wasn’t a big bad bitch any more. I put some nipple clamps on her hard shivering tits they were quite pretty tits I have to say. It was great having her loser husband watching tied up in the corner. She was whining was to much, so I muffled her face with my pussy. Eat my pussy you stupid cunt while my boyfriend tears your pussy to shreds. He started with his cock and by the time we were done with her sorry ass she was taking both of our fists one up her ass and one in her stupid cunt. She was a gaping whore by the time we finished and a bit of a bloody mess. Next time she’ll think twice before acting like a fucking bitch!home invasion phone sex

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Favorite!

Strangulation Phone Sex

I love when guys tell me their Strangulation Phone Sex fantasies, they’re some of my favorite things to hear.

I love hearing about all the ways you would use your big, strong hands around my neck while you slide that fat, girthy member in and out of me.

I’m at your complete disposal and will do whatever you say, Master.

And if I’m not being an obedient good girl, you can punish me any way you see fit.

No matter how hard you go, if I start to black out, my life will be in your hands.

Fuck me and choke me with your hard cock down my throat.

Make me gasp for air and strangle me at the same time!

I am your little sex slave from now on! 

Sadistic Phone Sex Vice In The Best Fuck Drug Body

I am Geneva, an Sadistic Phone Sex vice for men to use. In fact, I’m a masochistic little whore who exists only to be broken and humiliated.
Ultimately, I actively crave abuse. The rougher they treat me, the wetter I get. Recently, a man locked me in a tiny metal cage for an entire week. This was because I didn’t make him cum fast enough.
In fact, he fed me nothing but dog food soaked in toilet water. I lapped it from a bowl on the floor like the pathetic bitch I am.  Of course, I deserved every single second of that degradation.
First, he spits thick globs of saliva directly into my face and calls me his worthless cum rag. Then he yanks out his heavy leather belt and beats me mercilessly. Aggressively lashing my ass, thighs, and tits until they turn black and blue. Leaving me sobbing on the floor.

Sadistic Phone Sex is How I Get Destroyed

However, the real ecstasy hits when he draws back his fist and punches me full-force in the face. Ultimately, knocking out teeth and sending me into sweet unconsciousness.
Suddenly, I wake up choking as ice-cold water pours over my broken body. All while his massive fist is already shoved wrist-deep inside my stretched asshole.
The brutal mix of freezing shock and savage fisting rips a violent orgasm out of me. Obviously, I squirt so hard I soak the floor like I’m pissing myself. And my cunt spasming uncontrollably around nothing.
Yet nothing satisfies me more than total destruction. I need a man who will shove my face deep between my massive tits and smother me until I stop breathing. Truth be told, I dream about him pounding my ass and wrapping that belt around my neck. Then holding me down as my lungs burn and my body convulses in one final, pathetic orgasm.
Deep down, part of me hopes he never lets go — that he finally snuffs out this pitiful excuse for a human being.
It’s true, I can only cum when I’m being treated like the lowest, most worthless slut imaginable. The more he degrades, beats, and destroys me, the harder I explode. I actively seek out men who will ruin me completely, because this is exactly what I deserve.
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