Category: Violent phone sex

Accomplice Phone Sex: I Take the Risks and You Have the Fun

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is my jam. Honestly, I love helping men with their rape fantasies. Now, is the perfect time to find a victim too. This week of Halloween, you can dress in disguise and hide who you are. Johnny and I went hunting for young girls the other night. We dressed up as a couple with brats and joined in on the local trunk and treat event to check out the young talent. When Johnny found one he liked, I stalked her to find out where she lives, who she hangs with and her habits. He wanted to fuck this little slut so bad, it was all I could do to keep him at bay until I could hatch a plan. If it was not for me, he might have gone to jail Friday night for exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. He needs me. You need me too. I take the risks, do the planning so I can protect you. I sped up the process because Johnny wanted this little slut so bad. I surprised him last night with her. I kidnapped and drugged her. She was still out cold when I hand delivered her to his bed. I was like a cat who caught the mouse and was so proud I dropped it on his pillow. He had an immediate boner. I told him this one could not be returned, so we had to use her well. He had a better idea. Keep her alive in a cage in the basement and make her a permanent sex slave. I liked that idea. She was young, tight and cute. She had a few years left in her. My partner in crime tore her little cunnie and asshole up. She was a virgin. There was a blood bath as he fucked her as proof of that. She woke up while he was fucking her, but she did not have much fight in her. Now, she is living in a pink dog cage in Johnny’s basement. Naked and afraid. She is nothing but fuck meat now. I am a taboo phone sex accomplice. Who can we snatch for you?

IT Wants Willow

Rape phone sex fantasies

Every now and again one of my rape phone sex fantasies comes to life and I have the Deadlights forcefully fucked out of me by a demonically monstrous clown.  Getting raped by the physical embodiment of cosmic evil would mess most people up pretty badly, scar them for life if not flat out scare them to death.  Not me, though.  Somehow, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one who keeps conjuring IT up out of its hiding spot and I’m fairly certain that IT likes my style.

It’s no secret, I’m a little psycho.  I think the world has too many fuck pigs on it and very few of them are worth the precious air that they breathe.  It’s my duty to take out any and everybody that I don’t feel is worth the very space they occupy, but I absolutely have to scare the everloving shit out of them before I do.  I love it.  That’s also the very thing which, I’m guessing, makes IT love me.

The first time I saw him was a couple days after I took out a dozen drunk dipshits drinking themselves into a belligerent stupor down at the pub.  Quick hatchet job, complete bloodbath.  I was still reveling in the excitement when a stupid looking clown showed up on my doorstep.  He said his name is Pennywise the Dancing Clown and he was there to help me celebrate then pulled out his prick and started waving it around at me.  I said “Wrong house, Bozo.” and shut the door, but when I turned around, he was standing in my foyer.  Color me intrigued.

His mouth opened wide unveiling row upon row of sharp, pointed teeth and a bright light shined out from somewhere deep inside of his throat.  As his jaw extended out further, he slowly crept closer and closer, trying to stoke up some fear in me before he did whatever he was going to do to me.  Eat me, fuck me, turn me into a weird clown demon, whatever he had planned, Pennywise wanted me to be scared while he did it.  It didn’t work.  I reached up, honked his nose and said “Neat trick.” then slapped his schlong around a little.  

Ever fluster a cosmic entity?  It’s pretty fun.  When revealing himself to be a beast of unknown origin didn’t succeed in scaring the piss out of me, he got a little mad.  That’s when IT started manhandling me and telling me he was going to fuck the fear into me.  Now we’re talking.  I had never been violated by a violently crazed clown creature before, it seemed like it could be a good time.  Hell, I’ll try anything once.

I got bent over, twisted around, pinned down and forcefully fucked by that crazy creep.  Pennywise pole feels great, he really knows how to ram it in there just right.  Every now and again he’d mutter something to himself about turtles or mention his brother and really wail away on me, that was amazing.  I love being hammered so hard that it feels like that cock is going to rip right through me.  That demon definitely did not disappoint.

Since then, I noticed that he comes around every time I do some real damage and take out a bunch of fuck pigs all at once.  I dig it, sometimes IT appears to me as one of the people I just killed and he hate fucks the holy hell out of me while shifting into various victims of mine.  One time he thought he was going to shock me by becoming my dad while he was pounding away at my perfect little pussy.  I didn’t sweat it, I just clawed his eyes out again like I did years and years ago to the real McCoy, only this time, I made him keep fucking me while he screamed in pain.  Cathartic as hell.  I don’t know where he comes from but one thing I know for sure is when he comes around, we fuck.  We all fuck, down here.

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy is Something I Know About

rape phone sex fantasiesRape phone sex fantasies for mommy are very common. Most boys have a mommy they feel cock teased them. I spend a good deal of time talking to men with rape fantasies for their mother. Sometimes, I meet men like that too. Over the weekend, I met a young boy who has those fantasies too. Only he did not have rape fantasies for his mother. He had them for his best friend’s mother, which is me. My sons were camping with their father, when Robbie showed up. I knew he knew my son was gone this weekend. I played it coy though as not to embarrass the boy. I thought he just had a crush on me. In hindsight, he wanted me alone. He always seemed like such a nice boy. But his demeanor changed quickly. He grabbed a kitchen knife and told me to strip naked. He had stone cold killer phone sex eyes. I mean his eyes went black as night. He wanted to hurt me. They way he explained it, I owed him for years of cock teasing him. He found a bunch of hardcore photos of me. He found my phone sex sites too. He said if I could fuck my own sons, I could fuck him. His logic was not wrong, but I am more than twice his age, and he was trying to assault me. I could not let the little punk think that was okay. Well, he showed me. He pinned me on the floor and ripped my panties off. When I tried to fight him, he tied my wrists together with some rope he found in a kitchen drawer. He held me down and shoved his cock in my asshole like I was an ass rape porn star. I screamed and fought him, but he was too strong for me. He came in me, but he was not done. He fucked me for hours, until his balls were drained. I had no idea what a little shit my son’s best friend was.

Accomplice Phone Sex with Me Means You Get to Fuck a Lolita

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex gets my cunt wet. I love helping you fuck and torture brats. I spent decades on the receiving end of men’s anger. It feels good to help men like you find a much younger, fresher piece of meat than me. I guess you could say that I have paid my dues. Now it is some young slut’s turn to be the star of your dark fantasies. Earl is a man I hang with a lot. We are friends, and I know all about his kinks and needs. He likes Lolita pussy. He has fucked plenty of them too. But he has never gone to the dark side with them until he met me.  I have been egging him on to explore his rape phone sex fantasies. No better time than Halloween. Little girls dressed up in sexy clothes, cock teasing men. I showed him a bunch of images of little whores in his neighborhood. When he picked one out, I brought her to him, so I could watch him fuck a less willing little tart. He really worked up some wood for her too. I mean his cock was rock hard for that little whore. She was in some Wonder Woman outfit. Little bare midriff. She had long legs, blonde locks and a sizeable thigh gap. When Earl ripped her clothes off, she screamed and started fighting. I held her legs down and shoved my fingers in her bald snatch to subdue her. I popped her cherry with my fingers, then shoved my bloody digits down her throat to make her taste her own cherry juice. Earl treated her like an ass rape porn star. I watched him put his fingers in her ass to open it first before ramming his dick inside her. Earl fucked her pink and her stink for hours. Turns out Earle much prefers to fuck an unwilling Lolita pussy. Do you?

Haunted Willow

Gothic phone sex

I’m haunted by all of the spirits that got trapped in my house of horrors during all of the cum and blood filled rounds of torturous and treacherous gothic phone sex.  I can’t get away from them, they’re always around to make my life a living hell.  Probably because of the horribly sadistic and violent ways they died here in my happy home.  

I didn’t snuff out all of them, but I definitely facilitated their fucked up finale’s.  That’s enough to keep their focus on me for my foreseeable future and potentially the remainder of their afterlives.  I knew what I was getting into when I started living the way I do, there’s a lot of dark shit that goes along with my lifestyle.  I didn’t know I’d have so many pissed off ghosts literally living with me from it all, though.

In my opinion, all of the little fuck pigs that get fucked to death under my roof are lucky.  When you die, wouldn’t you love to go out while you’re getting banged?  A lot of my victims get to live out that fantasy.  Or die out that fantasy, as it were.  How many people get to take their final breaths while they’re being forced to have multiple orgasms?  Don’t all whores want to die while they’re cumming?

I’m not going to stop, these spunk covered specters don’t scare me.  They annoy me.  What are they going to do to me, they’re fucking dead.  I’m going to step up my witchcraft game and clear them out with my own will, just like I did with their lives.  In the meantime, I’ll keep adding more cum covered ghouls to the group.  

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Streams Amuse My Evil Stepson

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn is what men like to watch. At least that is what my evil stepson keeps telling me. He says men pay good money to see milfs like me shredded on a live stream. In his mind, I owe him. He thinks his father loves my sons more than him and that I was the homewrecker who broke up his marriage. What can I say? My husband fell in love with me at first site. I was getting gang banged on a pool table in a bar he was at with friends. They were out of town, but my husband watched the free show and fell in love. He did leave his wife for me, but my husband loves all his sons equally. My stepson just likes to think I fucked up his life, so I let him because I cannot argue with him. He is one of those guys you cannot argue with because he is always right. He was in one hell of a mood last night. Drunk, high and angry. That is a painful combination for this taboo phone sex bitch. He wanted to stream a gang bang. He has blackmailed me for years. My husband thinks I just do a little coke now and then. He does not know I am still a daily cokehead. My stepson knows and he has tons of video and photos of me doing nasty things while fucked up too. My husband would leave me, so I bow to my stepson’s whim every time.  I regret it every time too. Last night he had a bunch of his friends over and they took turns fucking my ass and cunt until I was bleeding cum. They made me shit and piss the cum out of my holes and lick it up. All of it was captured on his little ass rape porn film. He has all my nasty doings on film, so I guess he can keep on blackmailing me forever.

Ass Rape Porn Streams with a Dirty MILF Buys Us Coke

ass rape pornI met a fellow ass rape porn star last night. We were both scoring some coke from the same dealer. We recognized each other because we made a few underground films together in the past. Two druggy milf whores will give up the ass for free coke. I guess it is not free because our assholes do pay the price. Anyway, after we both got our coke, we decided that we should cut out the middleman and stream our own anal porn. We could make bank on a site like chaterbate. If we had our own money, we would not be at the mercy of drug dealers because we could pay with cash and not our bodies. She said she had a dark web account for a streaming platform. Last night, after we got coked up, we let our taboo phone sex freak flags fly. She had the camera set up and all the anal toys I could imagine. Now, this was a dark net site, which meant men would be more brutal. The regular places like Chaterbate have limitations. On the dark web there are no limitations. Zero. What men pay for they get. We tested it out last night since our assholes were healed and we were high. Holy shit. We been doing this wrong all along. We had over 100 guys watching our freak anal show within 5 minutes of starting. Guys paid in Bitcoins, but she knows how to convert that into cash. They tipped us to use certain things in our asses. We used huge double-sided dildos, household objects and even fisted each other. I have done live streams with my stepson, but he is way more violent than a fellow coked up milf with my asshole. We did what the guys wanted because we were making bank off our first anal sex show. Our asses swallowed up many things for that coin. But we were not risking our lives for snuff porn. We were only risking our pretty puckered assholes for some Bitcoin to buy coke. I think I have a new gig.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Safely Explored with Me

violent phone sexDo you have violent phone sex fantasies? I hope so. I am a dirty blonde switch. I can be submissive to most men, and very dominant to tiny dick losers and women or girls.  I met Chuck in a night club. He was drunk, and I am skilled at getting men to confess their darkest fantasies. He told me all about this neighbor girl. She is a total cock tease. She baited him, then trapped him with her tiny teen body. This is what the little cunt does. She asks to use his pool and trampoline. She wears a skimpy bathing suit and lets the top and bottoms slip to show nips and lips. Then when she catches him staring at her or jacking off, she threatens him unless he gives her money. She knows what she is doing, I told him. I also informed him that a girl that skilled is likely milking the wallets of all the dads in the community. The little twat needs taught a lesson, maybe even a deadly one. I brought him home with me. I mean he was drunk, handsome and confessing all his deep dark secrets, I wanted to plant the seed in his head that this little cunt deserved to feel his rape phone sex fantasies. As I fucked him, I told him in detail what to do to the little whore. I even shared what my daddy did to me all the time when I was even younger than this whore. I could feel his cock growing bigger in my pussy as he thought about violating her tiny, tight holes. Cock teases eventually get stopped dead in their tracks because they meet some man who flips the tables on them. Sometimes, those men have dirty whores like me on their shoulders telling them not to allow some young tease to own them. It should be the other way around, right? Some men just need a no taboo phone sex whore to push them into their dark desires.

Necrophilia Phone Sex Time

Necrophilia phone sex

It’s the time of year when the real fucked up freaks come crawling out of the woodwork for bloody, viscera filled necrophilia phone sex.  That means I have to get busy amassing all of the cold bodies I can so my craven customers can have something to blow their hot loads inside of, something that will actually let them fuck it.  

I guarantee that none of the mangled meat I provide for your depraved pleasure will complain that your cock is too big or that you’re fucking them too hard.  I’m pretty sure they won’t laugh at you if you have a tiny little micro-cock with a spit fire hair trigger, either.  I mean, I wouldn’t expect any sparkling conversation or charming banter or anything like that, but you probably don’t want to talk to it much, anyway.  Just fuck it while you beat it up and cut hunks of flesh out of it, huh?  I can tell, I see it in your eyes.

Yeah, I’m talking to you.  You wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t like the idea of shoving your cock into a permanently immobilized pussy and pounding away on that cadaver cunt until your heart’s content.  Something about being able to dissect a dead body while you drive your dick as deep inside of it as you can flips that sick little switch in your brain and fills you with ecstasy even before you ejaculate inside of that corpse.  The jizz is just the icing on the bloody, flesh covered cake, isn’t it?  

 

Snuff Sex Mistress Morticia

It’s snuff sex that gets me excited and ruthless. I’m a domineering sadistic hot for destroying little whores. Last night was no different than most Saturday nights. I was hanging out waiting for the dumb sluts to play their little dress up and flirt with the night watchman at the Mall.

This guy is a total hunk for those dumb sluts to flirt with always. They come by the movie theatre and try to sneak in. I love the way he lets one or two slip in and he texts me that there is new stock to get rid of. I get wet thinking about them and thinking about how good he fucks me when I have that slut blood on me after I stab their guts out.

The two of us have a thing for blood play. A little murderous blood play. It’s my Saturday night ritual.

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