Category: Violent phone sex

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Often Turn Violent

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies never bother me. In fact, I encourage mommy rape fantasies. I think it is healthy to explore such dark feelings for mommy. Let’s face it. Most mommies cock tease their sons. I never did. Nor did my mother. I grew up watching her be a whore for my brother and sometimes his friends too. That stuck with me. Some images you can never get out of your mind. Like watching your mother fuck your best friend or a much younger man who is not your daddy.

My sons threw a pool party this past weekend. It was their last hurrah before school begins. I never mind bonus boys in the house. Perhaps that’s because I am mommy whore. One teen boy looked good to me. I did not know him, but obviously one of my sons did. Aggressive boy, which I always appreciate. Even though I am willing to fuck those horny teen boys, this boy wanted me to be less willing. I played the part to get that teenage cock.

Gang Bang Mommy Whore

Things got out of hand quickly. What began as rough sex between one teen boy and me, turned into a gangbang rape porn. I thought if I screamed, some boy would come to my rescue, especially one of my sons. Even though those boys saw me struggling to get away, they did not help me. Instead, they joined the fun and fucked me too. Now I really was struggling to get free. About 20 teenage boys fucked me for hours.

Teen boys do not care where their cocks go. I had multiple cocks in all my holes. Perhaps I could have screamed louder, but my cries got muffled from multiple cocks in my mouth. Those teenage savages gapped my asshole wide. That led to fisting mommy’s asshole like she was an ass rape porn star. I felt like I made a porn movie in my bedroom. Just without any pay or exchange for drugs. My sons’ friends used me as their private cum receptacle and toilet. I guess I need to be careful what I ask for.

Hung by my Hung brother, Strangulation phone sex

Strangulation phone sexI didn’t really expect my new brother to be that hung, it really caught me by surprise when things turned to strangulation phone sex too. What caught me more by surprise was his twisted fantasy and how much he wanted to hurt me. He was hard as a rock every time he watched me get hurt, and I’d never even noticed. I was too blissfully blind to how much he wanted to plug my pussy up with his thick cock while watching me cry out in agony. I’d draw my last breath, his hands gripping my throat and squeezing. He’d thrust so close to finishing, and my eyes would fog, filling with tears and begging him to stop. I’d reach out to grab his arm, not to pull it away but to remind him of all the times he’d shown me care before the suffocation phone sex. He’d ignore me, he’d revel in it instead. He’d take great joy in knowing that even in my final moments I wasn’t accepting reality, that he’d always hated me, that he always wanted me to die on his cock. I’d lose my vision and he’d time it just right, feeling my pulse through my struggling throat. He’d wait until my heartbeat slowed to a crawl, take in the moment I was finally dead, and only then, would his cock shoot off. He’d unload a massive load right into my dying pussy the very moment I crossed between the living and the long gone, and he’d take that moment in for an eternity, along with all the teen phone sex he’d have with my long cold corpse. He’d leave so much hot cum in my cooling body while it worked its way to attracting everything that eats the long dead. He’d slather me, and leave me a broken, long mutilated mess.

Snuff Phone Sex Calls Let Us Both Explore Our Dark Sides

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex calls get me off. I have a dark side. That’s no secret. Also, it is no secret that I blame my troubled youth for that dark side. I am lucky I survived my youth. If I never ran away as a teen girl, I’d likely be dead by now. My father lacked a moral compass. Perhaps, now that I realize that I am an accomplice to men just like my father, that makes me no better than him.

I talked to a man last night with fantasies like my father, but so far, he has not acted on his violent impulses. His sexual attraction to his teen daughter fills him with rage and lust. He thought some violent roleplay phone sex might get it out of his system. Instead, I believe it took him deep down the rabbit hole. In the beginning of our role play, he was just a dad tired of his cock teasing daughter’s antics. However, by the end of our call, he wanted to snuff his daughter out.

I am good at violent role plays. Toss in some age play, and I take you down a rabbit hole of depravity that leaves you wanting more. This caller pictured his daughter tied down while his friends  fucked the shit out of her.  He found it hot how I described her confusion over why her own father would force fuck her tiny teen body.

Girls cock tease men, especially daddy. And if you do not intervene quickly, she will cock tease you into a heart attack. Let me show you how good being a dirty daddy feels. I can take you on a dark ride that will leave you wanting more. My caller hoped that I would cure him of wanting his teen daughter. Instead, our teen rape porn scenario just made him want to really fuck his daughter. It will you too.

Slit My Throat

Bloody Phone Sex

Slit my throat while you force fuck my tight ass. Bloody phone sex should always leave me soaking wet. Whether that’s from my dripping wet gash or a gushing wound is in your hands. I know that a lot of evil fucks like you love the chase. Hunting your sweet and innocent, but very deserving rey. You like the chase, and the struggle. The blood and adrenaline rushing through your body with everything.

Men wanting to hunt is natural, but the sickest of you are the ones that aren’t looking for the chase at all. You just want to watch the way the light drains from my eyes as I take my last breath. Snuff movies aren’t enough to fufill that blood lust anymore. You need to have a life in your hand. My life. You want to press a knife to a slut’s neck and watch her bleed.

I’ll submit to your blade willingly. Broken and begging instead of fierce and fighting. A sharp knife looks so pretty pressed against my throat. I’ll cry and beg you to stop. To slow down. To please let me go with my life. I promise I will give you whatever you want. Knowing you can end my life at a moment’s notice makes each stroke so much more satisfying. The fear in my eyes, the tears, and the blood sliding down my chest to my heart is what finally pushes you over the edge.

You slide your cock into me for the last time, and the knife cuts me from ear to ear at the same time. Your cum shoots deep into me as I thrash around you. My hands reaching for my throat as I gurgle and try to scream. You completely drain your balls as my blood is drained from my body.

Suffocation phone sex will leave you gasping for breath.

Suffocation phone sex

Suffocation phone sex will leave you gasping for breath. Moreover and most importantly it will make me so fucking hot a wet. Taking the pillow from behind your head as I bounce on your cock. Covering your face. Thighs gripping you. It feels like your cock is in a vice grip in my wet pussy. 

Cum slicking down your penis. Needing leverage, lean off your cock to brace on the pillow over your face. Cutting off your air. Don’t bother trying to slap my arms, nails digging into me because the fight will cause you to black out sooner. 

Smiling I keep slamming down on your penis. Feeling it pulsing inside of me.  Release slightly on the pillow. Allowing you to get a good gulp of air before cutting it off again. Wouldn’t want you gone to soon. I want to almost be at the point of orgasm before I finish the suffocation. 

Having an orgasm on your lifeless body is the finally. 

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies: I Come with Warning Labels

I am prone to violent phone sex outbursts. I am the kind of woman who comes with warning labels. However, the problem is no one reads the labels. Not my fault when they end up dead. I warned them. Personally, I do not think I look like a person who is not serious. I am a Goth chick. None of us look like pushovers. But every week I meet someone who clearly cannot read or take social cues very well. Usually, it is men. But this week, it was a fellow Goth chick.

I met Amber at a Goth club. If truth be told, I am bisexual. I like pussy almost more than cock. Either way though, I am not the typical relationship girl. I do not like romantic gestures. That includes things like baby talk, cuddling, spooning and anything affectionate. I am not that kind of girl. Sex is all I need from a person. All I want from them too. Amber appeared to be a hardcore Goth girl like me. Potential accomplice phone sex material.

I explained to Amber my anti relationship stance. She seemed cool with it. Then on our third hookup, I had to kill her. She showed up with flowers and candy and wanted to move in with me. I will never live with some one I am fucking. She entered my house, and I told her we should spend the weekend in my cabin in the woods. She had no clue that is my kill shack. Some dark, twisted shit occurs in my cabin in the woods.  If those walls could talk.

Murderous Goth Bitch

Almost immediately when she entered my cabin, she knew she was in trouble. I think she could smell the death and feel the presence of all the lost souls that have died there. I made her death quick. She was a good cunt licker, so she did not suffer like the others. I stabbed her in the heart and within a few minutes she was dead. Although I will miss her tongue, she needed to die. I enjoyed carving her up afterwards though. I took my time dismembering her. Even ate her pussy before I chopped off her limbs. Amber is bear food now.

If I could kill a great cunt licker so easily, imagine what I could do to you. Let Amber’s death be a cautionary tale to you. Don’t baby talk a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. And don’t fall in love with one either.

Ass Rape Porn Star Gets Gangbanged by Frat Boys

ass rape pornWhen I started in the adult business, I was known as an ass rape porn star. Many guys still know me as the red-headed anal porn star they jerked off to when they were teenagers. Sometimes, I get recognized. The other night, I was in soccer mom mode. My boys were with me at the movies, when this guy approached me. I thought he knew my boys because he did not look much older than them.

Turns out the boy recognized me from some of my hardcore anal porns. He told me to ditch the boys and come to his party he was having later. I did as he suggested because I was in the mood to party. Soccer mom by day and party mom at night. I showed up to the address he gave me, but there was no party. He invited me in, super excited that I showed up. It was just him and a few friends.

Some of my gangbang rape porn was playing on the TV. These boys switched personalities quickly. One guy threw me down on the ground and the rest of the boys pulled their cocks out and pissed on me. I should have not accepted the offer, but I was dumb once again. They wanted to make a homemade video with me as the star. One of the guys filmed them pissing on me.

Used as an Anal Cum Dumpster

When I acted like I did not like it, they got rougher with me. They pulled at my limbs as started to force fuck me. They did not see me as a mother or even a normal woman. To them, I was nothing but fuck meat. Rape fantasy meat to use. These guys appeared to be college age, but they were so brutal with my holes. They fisted both my holes at once  and laughed when I bled and cried.

I pleaded for mercy. But they did not stop until they all came a couple times. And even then, they continued to fuck me with beer bottles. When they passed out, I gathered my tattered clothes and left. It should not surprise me, but those guys were awfully brutal for their young age. I guess never too young for rape phone sex fantasies.

Gunman Turns Boyfriend and I Into Cock Sluts

Teen rape pornMy boyfriend and I went to the woods so we could have a nice camping trip. Once in the woods, we saw a man who looked like he was struggling putting things into his RV. We went over to help him, offering to pick up some boxes for him. He thanked us for our help and directed us to the inside of the RV. Once we were both inside, he completely changed. He was not as feeble as he made himself out to be. There, he pulled out a gun and told my boyfriend to suck his cock or he’d get shot. My boyfriend looked at me, humiliated knowing he was about to be that man’s bitch.

He got down on his knees and sucked that man’s big cock. He slurped that cock like a little cock slut. When the gunman was satisfied, he grabbed my boyfriend’s hair and threw him to the ground. After that, he told me to come to him, turn around and lift up my skirt. I did as he asked, so he slammed his cock in my asshole. It hurt so bad that I bled, and I screamed for him to stop, but it only made him harder. He came in my ass, and told my boyfriend to lick all the juices off of his cock.

Blasphemy Sex with a Sick Bitch

blasphemy sexDo you like blasphemy sex? I admit I am not religious. So, blasphemy calls are easy for me. I do not understand organized religion. Church goers seem like lemmings to me. They just play a big game of follow the leader and mimic the teachings of some self-righteous asshole. Because church goers follow blindly and most are hypocritical too, I have zero issues messing with them.

Recently, I joined a religious dating app. I just wanted to fuck with some loser lemming. Mark fell for my bait. I catfished him with some stolen Internet picture of a pious looking 20 something woman. Of course, I did not tell him I am a blasphemy phone sex bitch. He needed to believe that I was a church secretary. I knew from a few email exchanges that he held archaic views of women. He asked me how many brats I wanted in the second email. It took all the strength I could muster to refrain from telling him that I enjoy killing brats because they are all the Devil’s spawn.

Satan is More Fun

When he arrived at my place, he almost had a heartache. I would have been disappointed if he died that quickly because I planned on torturing him. He saw me in a Devil’s outfit, complete with horns and a tail. He started praying, but I told him God was not welcome in my house and would not hear his pleas for help. I overpowered him quickly. Once I stripped him naked, he realized I was not a good girl at all. I told him I do the Devil’s work because it is more fun.

I shoved a cross up his ass. He screamed bloody murder too. Get this. The simp was a virgin. He never even dipped his wiener into a warm pussy. He was not enjoying the torture sex, but I was. I spewed some Satanic rituals while I fucked his ass with an object that he believed was sacred. He bled all over that cross too. Of course, I made him spit shine it clean once it was doused in his own shit and blood.

I wanted to kill him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I mean does this world need any more men who want to keep women barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. No. But I let him live. Why? Because I want him afraid of every dating a woman again. I wanted to ruin him for life. Although after what I did to his asshole, I bet he is home praying for forgiveness and sitting on an ice pack.

Snuff Sex I Do High or Sober, but it is Easier High on Something

snuff sexSnuff sex occurs when I am high or sober, so why not just always be high? Life is better fucked up. That is sort of my motto. I can snort more lines of cocaine than an Italian gangster in the 70s. But when it comes to drinking, I am a lightweight. I met this snuff director doing a forced intoxication movie. And I somehow thought I would be perfect for the role. Apparently, that was desperation talking. Surprise, I needed coke money.

The director asked me how much I could drink and since I was already high, I told him I had yet to find my limit. Like I said, cocaine? Never a problem but slamming back glasses of bourbon was well out of my comfort zone. I did my best to fake my way through it for the cash. Being a lightweight with alcohol quickly became apparent. I puked everywhere. Picture Linda Blair in the Exorcist after she ate pea soup. That was me without the head spinning around.

The director was not happy I puked. He scolded me. I acted like I thought I was sick from something I ate earlier in the day. I did not want him to think I was not seasoned enough for this kind of snuff porn. However, I failed to fake my way through the movie. The director knew I lied after I puked two more times. Since I ruined his movie, he made a different kind of flick than he intended. I stared in a violent gang bang, not a drunk sex porn.

I did not make the typical drunk girl asking for it sort of movie. This flick resembled a snuff kind of  gang bang. Where in the world 50 men came from suddenly, I will never know. But in the blink of an eye, a bunch of rough looking bikers packed the room to fuck this inebriated whore.  Another movie scene flashed in my head. The one where Jodie Foster makes a gangbang rape porn on the pinball machine in the back of some seedy bar.

I am glad I was shitfaced. Otherwise, I would have felt every cock gaping and shredding my pussy and ass. Lesson learned the hard way. Never lie about being a seasoned drinker. I am just lucky I did not drown in my own puke or die from alcohol poisoning.