Category: Violent phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex Went Wrong

bondage phone sexHe asked me if I like bondage phone sex. I said no. It was sort of a lie. I do like to be tied up, but I hate not knowing what will happen to me next. I mean when I am tied up, I am vulnerable. Very vulnerable. A man can do anything to me. And he usually does. My last bondage situation was not good. Not for me. For the man, it was a different story. I met him on Tinder. He said he wanted to party with a milf. To me, it was a chance for free drugs. If I had to fuck him, that was a small price to pay for getting free coke. We were doing lines and talking. Everything seemed to be going well until he wanted to tie me up. He explained that it was just for shits and giggles, and to get me in a beach ball position to fuck me. I fell for his line of bullshit and the next thing I knew, I was being used for a gangbang rape porn. He had a bunch of friends waiting for me. I never heard or saw them, but they were waiting in stealth in another room. They all fucked my ass. It was gaped open, sore, prolapsed, and oozing jizz. They laughed at how big of a hole I had. They pissed into my gaped asshole and even fisted me. I had rope burns because I was struggling to get free, but I could barely move. I wanted out. The coke had worn off and he was not giving me anymore. I begged for a hit. Anything to take the pain and shame away, but he wanted this mommy whore to feel the pain and the shame. So yeah. That was my last bondage experience. Can you understand why I might not want to jump back into getting tied up again.

Choke Her Out

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Have you ever been fucking a girl and she asked you to choke her? Were you surprised by how much you liked it? I bet you were. And I’m sure you also had fantasies of taking it further and choking her all the way out, right? I’m not surprised because that happens so many times and that’s why I receive countless calls for strangulation phone sex. Guys seem to love having that kind of control over a woman. Honestly, there’s no better control than wrapping your hands around a woman’s throat and squeezing the life out of her.

What are you going to do with that body once she’s gone? I mean, you might as well fuck her good and hard one more time. Maybe slide your cock right into that asshole because she’d never let you do that when she was still alive. What a fucking cunt. She deserves whatever happens to her. I guess some people just need to learn how to act and it’s too bad for your “friend” that she had to learn the hard way. Let’s talk about how you’d feel while you strangle her. I want to hear every sadistic detail.

My Bloody Valentine

teen rape pornMy bloody Valentine is going to be the best one yet! A sexy little innocent teen rape porn, followed up with the mutilating and face carving of a special fuck doll for you! I just want you to be a happy, satisfied daddy! I know how much you love skull fucking the mean girls from school! I have a brand new classmate who is just aching to be slaughtered by you and I! Look at her the way she walks swishing that small little ass and always looking at her phone when she walks home from school. It would be nothing to drive past her in our free candy van and snatch that want to be prom queen right up in our van and start slicing on her body!

Oh how she will scream! I want to hold her head down while you put you big fat daddy meat in her eye ball and fuck her retarded! Can we cut marks and carve my initials into her face and tits!

Maybe slice her little fat pussy up too first! Then you can ram her face and eye socket and fuck her squishy inside skull wrinkled mass of brains. I hope that feel real good to a fucking nasty pervert like you! This will be the best Valentines an accomplice phone sex teen like me has ever had! 

Prostitution For Daddy!

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Tonight daddy told me to get dressed up really slutty so I could make him some extra money! I woke up to a gift from daddy and brother, a little pink lingerie set with a pretty bow on the back, it was prettier than any of my other clothes so I was excited to wear it. Little did I know that daddy had a plan to rent out my little pussy for some drugs and extra cash. Daddy tied me to the bed and gave me two molly pills so I got really wet and horny for any cock in my cunt. Two guys entered my room together with their dicks so hard, I loved the way they fucked me, they took turns stuffing my holes and making me cum on their dicks. I had a cunny full of cum within a few hours and all I could think of was taking more cock in my holes all night long.

hold me captive for torture sex

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I have a sex dream about a stalker holding me captive and making me his torture sex slave. I always wake up in a pool of cum, all drenched. I don’t know how I get so wet, but I am soaked and probably knee-deep into five to ten orgasms. I swear  I squirt, too it is insane how much I am aroused when I have this dream.

Many might categorize this as a nightmare, but I think about it as the best fuck ever. I am wearing black lingerie in the dream, and I have a master exposing me and live streaming me so all my friends and family can see what’s going on and make sure I am told.

I have to let him piss on me and hold me captive and use me in every way possible. I am ordered around, whipped, and fucked mercilessly. It is one hot nightmare if you ask me.

I Want o Be Your Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

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I love being an accomplice phone sex partner. In the world of submissive slaves, I paid my dues. I worked myself up the food chain and have earned the right to help you kill and torture little sluts. Some guys even hire me to procure them a tender age slut. As a woman, I can lure a girl to her demise much more easily than a man. Girls lack the same stranger danger feel for women that they do for men. I am here helping men fuck little girls because of that. Over the weekend, I helped Stan. As a slave, I watched masters, even my own father, trap young girls and do very bad things to them. I know what I am doing. For almost 20 years, I sat back, watched, and learned. Now, I am in the driver’s seat. I brought Stan, Ashley. She was this cute little raven-haired beauty queen. She resembled his niece who has been cock teasing him since she was in diapers. He likes to watch the little Miss Sunshine girls. He books hotel rooms where little beauty pageants occur and watches the little contestants strut their stuff. I made his dark fantasy of exploring rape phone sex fantasies with one cum true. I posed as a pageant parent, kidnapped one and brought her back to this seedy by the hour motel where Stan was waiting. His dick was already hard from the anticipation. I had her drugged and dressed in her gown and a tiara on her head. She was a cutie. He was balls deep in her virginal cunnie when she woke up crying. I gave her a hot shot and she passed out again. Turns out I overdosed her. I am still learning my drug dosages. He got to fuck his beauty queen and explore his more morbid sex with dead bodies fantasies, and I got paid. I ditched her lifeless body in a field 100 miles away from the crime scene. Her body likely will never be found and if it is, her death will be penned on some P man on the registry. I am a great accomplice.

Snuff Porn Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sundays are a thing with my stepson and me. My husband is watching sports all day and I go visit his boy. My husband thinks my relationship with his son is maternal. It is nothing of the sort. I go to visit him so I can get some free coke. Well, I guess it is not really free because I have to work for it. And his relationship to me is out of necessity. He needs me. I am his cash cow. I am his 911 call because if he needs money, I can help him make it. He needed money. I needed coke. We helped each other out early this morning. When I arrived, I knew the drill. I knew I would have to subject myself to his violence. Today was a bit different. He had another woman tied to a chair waiting for me. I was not sure what was going to happen, but I was nervous. Since she was tied to the chair, my guess was she was not there to hurt me. He was going to abuse two hot milfs at once. He started on her, and what he did made me nauseated. He burned her flesh. First, with cigarettes. Then with a hot poker from the fire place. The Bitcoin sounds were going crazy. He was making bank. What was he going to do to me? Her flesh was peeling off her body. He was going to kill her. He has never killed a woman before.  At least not to my knowledge. Then suddenly, he untied me and told me to pick up a poker. It was not a choice. I could tell if I was not his accomplice phone sex partner, I would be tortured to death too. The Bitcoins were on fire and so was this woman. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach over what I did. My stepson is a murderer and I helped him. But I survived and I got coke.

Cheating lover dick chopping

castration phone sexMy boyfriends been fucking around on me with some young whore. I’m so pissed, but I have a plan. A Lorena Bobbitt type of plan. But this mother fucker wont be getting his dick reattached! And he won’t be asleep in bed when I hack it off with a butcher knife. I’m going to invite his little lover over and make her watch as I cut his cock right the fuck off. He walked in today with her sitting in the kitchen as I was sharpening my knife set. He thinks I don’t know that my niece and him are screwing behind my back! The stupid fuck didn’t even see the new hamburger grinder on the counter. I saw him ask why she was here and start acting strange. I’m going to act like I have a headache and go to bed and wait for him to sneak out into the teen whores room! Once full inside of her I’m going to sneak up behind him and chop his cock off while still in her little tight teen pussy! I will grind it up and force my niece to eat her sister’s boyfriend’s cock!

My Happy House Of Horrors

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Yesterday one of my demented accomplices asked me how I came into possession of my Gothic house of sexual horrors and depravity.  He had a wild look on his face as his eyes darted about, taking in the terrifying tableaux of demonic dolls and creepy crawlies that were seemingly seeping out of the woodwork.  The truth is this place is steeped in filth and my horde of possessed dollies are just a manifestation of all the foul events that have transpired here.

I was just a teenage runaway when I was deposited on the doorstep of this manor of murder, molestation and mayhem.  It was raining really hard and I had hitched a ride from some perv who said he’d take me anywhere I wanted for a little pussy.  It just so happens that my pussy is the littlest cunt around.  He had his way with me and I told him that I just wanted to go someplace dry so he brought me here, said it stays abandoned because anyone who lives in it ends up dead.  I told him “We all end up dead.” and walked inside to dry all of the rain and cum off of me.

Obviously, the house didn’t kill me.  The house loves me, loves who I am, I can feel it.  I turned out to be the perfect bait for it to trap all of the unsuspecting suckers it needs to survive.  I feed it and it keeps me safe.  People are afraid of this place and all of the tortured souls inside.  But the ghosts here don’t scare me, I scare them.

 

Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore

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When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.