Category: Violent phone sex

Strangled and Used as a Fucktoy

Strangulation phone sex

You loved having me suck your cock, didn’t you, completely unaware of what was to come? My mouth was on your cock but your focus was on my neck. It looks so supple, so weak. You could strange me easily. You got me on the bed to lay down. I spread my legs open waiting for your cock. Instead, you put your hands around my neck, choking me. I freak out, using my legs to kick you and try desperately to pull your hands off of my neck. I am losing air by the minute, but I continue to fight. The fight before the inevitable surrender is what turns you on, doesn’t it? You love to see me scared yet hopeful and then watching that hope and the light fade from my eyes. I finally lay there lifeless and you can finally have some fun with me. You put your cock in my mouth and pump it in and out, using me as a fuck toy. Then, you put me in all sorts of sex positions that are only possible because I’m dead. You have made the perfect sex slave, but once I am rotting you will need to go out and find another supple neck to strangle. 

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy Got Real

kidnapping phone sexDo you have kidnapping phone sex fantasies. I do. When I was a younger girl, my parents schooled me in never hitchhiking. They told me horror stories of serial killers like Ted Bundy who picked up hitchhikers often and murdered them. I love the idea of hitchhiking. I love living life on the edge. Risky sex is hot sex. I was high as fuck and thought it would be fun to see if a handsome hung man would pick me up along side of the road. I was hoping for an ass or grass no one rides for free sort of experience. I got something more out of my nightmares. This handsome trucker picked me up. It seemed fine at first. I gave him a blowjob.  I was hoping he had rape phone sex fantasies for this sexy red-headed milf. He thought I was too old to fuck. He likes his fuck meat much younger. I was disappointed. I thought about just getting out of the truck, but he had other plans. He forced me to kidnap a young girl. In fact, we drove around until we found the girl he wanted. He sent me to nab her. I did not want to do it, but he threatened me and my family. He had my wallet and knew where I lived. My hitchhiking fantasy was not going as planned. I just wanted to fuck a younger guy. I did not want to be forced to kidnap a schoolgirl for some stranger’s teen rape porn fantasy. But I did it. In the moment it was me and my family versus some young girl. I had to do it for my family. I lured her to the truck, and he grabbed her and tossed her in the back of his cab. I stayed as the look out while he fucked her. She screamed. She cried. He did not care. He just kept fucking her. She passed out and he got back in the driver’s seat. He drove us to some corn field area and tossed her out of the moving truck. A few more miles, and he tossed me out too. My mother was right. Do not take rides from strangers.

Cannibal Captive Sliced and Left Bloddy

Cannibalism phone sex

 

Tear me apart. You know you want to. You see a victim on the floor, helpless, practically begging to be in your clutches. It is not everyday you get a live one, a human drugged out and ready to be consumed. You see my chest heave up and down, showing signs of life. You go down my legs, noticing characteristics that would indicate I am young. Fresh young meat was always your favorite. You know what to do. Take out a knife and slice my throat. Watch me try to cover my throat with my hands to stop the bleeding. It is a fruitless effort as the blood spews from my neck, killing me quickly. A lick of my blood gets you going so you can properly prepare me for consumption. You have your butcher knife in hand ready to slice and dice me to your liking. Where do you think you will start? My juicy thighs? My tender arms? My supple neck that you slashed? The choice is yours.

Eviction notice

 

violent phone sex

Violent phone sex is something im pretty good at. After all, my boyfriend abuses me. Recently the eviction letter was up my boyfriend was angry. He saw red and kept blaming me for not being able to make me. All the rough sex was a punishment. All that I am suitable for is being a slut that’s going to have to provide so that her boyfriend doesn’t leave. Anything that my boyfriend tom wants, I will do. When he brought his friends over to fuck me, I had to take each cock raw. They all wanted a turn to choke me out, slap me around, and spit on my face. All the name-calling got so severe that I began to cry my eyes out while they got rougher. I kept passing out each time they pounded me because they were going too hard with no mercy.

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Now that we are having issues making the rent, tom has told me to find a better job. I had to sign up as an escort to make money. When I began working, I kept getting robbed and beaten. Finally, I scraped up enough money for the rent and stopped the eviction. As happy as I thought tom would give me a break, instead, he began to tell me what a loser I am for letting random men fuck me without his consent. Torture sex, for me, was going to be something I’d have to endure forever. A snuff enslaved person I’d be till my last breath.

Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Fights Another Bitch in a Battle of the Anal Whores

ass rape pornBeing an ass rape porn star never gets boring. I showed up to make a dirty anal gang bang movie for some fast cash. I spent the money for the mortgage on coke. I had to recuperate that money, or my husband would kill me. He finally started trusting me with money again. He thinks I have been clean and sober for years now. I have just become better at hiding my coke habit. For the most part, I have figured out how to trade my cunt and ass for coke so I do not need cash. Since I doubted that the bank would trade my fuck holes for our $2,000 mortgage, I answered a few ads for snuff porn. I was not the only woman who showed up. Turns out we were costars. There was no male star with us. I felt better about it, but that was fleeting once I found out the terms. Only one of us would be paid. We were fighting each other anally. We had to brutalize each other’s buttholes until the other one simply could not take it anymore. It was like WWE but in the adult world of anal whores. I am a seasoned anal whore. This girl was 20 tops. I had a couple decades of being an anal whore on her. I needed that money. I know a few wrestling moves, so I used them to pin her beneath me so I could fist her ass. I had to get more brutal than that because she started squirting with my fist up her asshole. She liked it. Fuck, I had my work cut out for me. I put my knee on her throat and double fisted her. Now, she was yelping. I told her I was sorry, but I needed that money. I gave her the worst anal torture sex she has ever had. I prolapsed her ass and I made it bleed. She did give up finally. And I paid the mortgage on time. But I was almost busted. If I had not won, I would have been homeless and on my way to divorce court by the end of the week.

I Shouldn’t Have Walked Alone…

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Walking home from the corner store with daddy’s booze alone after dark was probably a bad idea in hindsight. I ended up getting surrounded in the park, a group of guys pushed me around and made me their victim. I couldn’t fight them once they pushed me to the ground, I was scared but I knew they wanted to fuck. I didn’t resist as much as I should have, not nearly at all, my cunt soaked once they started pulling out their cocks. It was only a matter of seconds before my knees were bloody and my stockings were ripped open. They forced my asshole open with their cocks and pounded me one by one, only stopping once they shot their hot jizz in me. I stumbled home with my ass leaking loads, daddy knew I had been used and beat me until I passed out…

Gas Station Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife play phone sex

I love knife play phone sex so much that I grab a new blade every chance I can get.  Can’t have fun with knives if you don’t have a shit ton of them, that’s what I always say.  I think my favorite blades to buy are gas station knives.  No, they’re not of a high quality or better at cutting than other knives.  In fact, they’re usually trash.  That’s why I like them.  They’re flashy, gaudy and dumb looking just like the dumb fuck pigs I poke, slice and cut with them.

You’ve seen them, they’re everywhere; guys who look like a walking, talking gas station knife.  Trendy haircut, sharply trimmed beard, usually wearing some sort of MMA or booze branded shirt.  Those are the ones, human gas station knives polluting my air with their noxious gasses and vile noises.  They’re easy to hunt, you can hear their call from miles away.  “Yo!  Let’s go!” they bellow as they bounce around from bar to bar with their shit head buddies looking for any sexy little slit they can find to pay them an ounce of attention.  I have a slit for them, right across their muscle bound throats.

They love a slutty looking chick who has a craving for cum sparkling in her eyes.  I can do that really well.  I am, indeed, slutty by nature and love a good blast of jizz shot deep in my cooch, but only when I like the guy.  No one can like these sentient Monster energy drink cans, they’re vapid, hollow and have little goals other than getting wasted and drained.  They’re some of my favorite targets, even more so than the little sluts they pursue.  Cutting them up with a cheap and barely sharpened gas station knife makes for really bloody phone sex.  Listen… I think I can hear one now.

 

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Explored with a Purveyor of Perversion

taboo phone sexYour taboo phone sex fantasies are safe with me. I like to think of myself as a purveyor of perversion. I help men explore their perverted fantasies. With me, men can go to those dark recess in their minds. They can act on the dirty thoughts that get men arrested. The thing about having me as your accomplice is that I take all the risk, which means you remain safe. If anyone goes to jail it is me, but I spent years watching cruel men dispose of evidence. I have watched and learned. My former master trained me well. He underestimated me. He thought I was just a stupid blonde bimbo. He was half right. I am a blonde bimbo, but stupid I am not. I may not have book smarts, but I have something better. I have street smarts. I watched how master made snuff movies and disposed of the stars afterwards. I watched how he kidnapped young girls for his sex trafficking business. I learned how to recruit, steal, groom and get rid of young girls. These are not skills the average woman possess. The stuff I do and the stuff I have seen would shock, and even disgust, your wife. She is too vanilla for your thoughts. But I am not! I am a sick switch. If you have rape fantasies about super young girls, I can find you your dream fuck dolly. I can get rid of her too once you are done having your fun. Little whores go missing every day. You may want a cute little white girl, and I can get that for you. But the indigenous, brown and black girls who go missing? Well, no one cares if they get used up for a teen rape porn. No one looks for them. No Amber alerts for them. Face it, you need me to keep your protected so your can have your fun with any little girl or boy of your choice. And I will be right there with you making it all happen.

Choking on Your Cock and Suffocating on Your Cum

Kidnapping phone sex

 

Cum and water drip out of my nose and mouth as I feel your hand around my throat. 

You see me on the street and pretend to be asking me for directions. Little did I know that you were waiting for a sucker so you could drag them into your van and take them to your place. Your dungeon has an assortment of tools that you like to use to torture your victims: a hand rake to scrape my skin, a curling iron to burn me and, more importantly, your cock. You love to face fuck me and shove your cock so deep down my throat that I can’t breath. Then, you cum in my throat and I try to spit it up. You shove my face into a bucket of water so that I won’t be able to release the cum wad and now cum and water is dripping out of my nose and throat. I can breathe but I am barely alive. Once you put your hand on my throat, it is all over for me, the dumb, helpless victim. 

Violent Phone Sex is the Only Kind I Want

violent phone sexViolent phone sex is the only kind of I have with callers. I am not a GFE girl. No romance in me at all. In fact, I dismember men who try to get romantic with me and eat them for breakfast. I am very clear that I am not looking for a boyfriend. The only use men serve me is as an accomplice or a victim. There is no middle road with me because I do not think like a woman. I think like a stone-cold killer. I killed a boy in high school. He was my first male kill. I had slaughtered some mean girls, but no guys yet. This tool had it coming. He was a popular jock. He thought he could target me. He thought I was easy prey as a loner Goth girl. Ture, I ran with the Dungeons and Dragon crowd. I was not popular. I was different. But I was not some dumb girl who believed the school jock really wanted to date me. I was prepared for him. Men have never been able to get the upper hand with me because I see right though them. He showed up at my place claiming he wanted to date me. I knew what the jocks did. They made gangbang rape porn movies with nerdy, unpopular high school girls and blasted the videos all over school to slut shame them. Before he had a chance to fuck me, I stabbed him in the balls. I did not castrate him, but I deflated each ball with a sharp pencil through each testicle. I told him that was for all the other women who were not as smart as me. My grandpa heard the screams, came to my rescue and realized I was not the one screaming. He was proud of me. He encouraged me to kill the boy and put him out of every woman’s misery. With my grandpa cheering me on, I slit his throat with a paring knife and watched him bleed out on the grass. My grandpa fed his corpse to the wood chipper and we used his remains as fertilizer. Got my first taste of snuff porn that day. Been a killing machine ever since.