Category: Violent phone sex

Cora’s Sacred Torture: A Blasphemous Whore

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Hello, perverts! You know who it is—Cora, the blasphemous vixen, about to embark on a wild religious ride. Get ready for some sacred torture and a whole lot of squirt! I’m bound and gagged, a plaything for these kinky priests. They think they can control me, but I’m their wild card. The altar’s cold against my skin, but the sensation only adds to the fun. Their hands explore, tying me up in knots, while their whispers fill my ears. 

They think they’re holy, but their true nature’s about to unfold. A kinky ritual awaits, and I’m the star attraction. The torture begins, a symphony of moans and whimpers. Their touch is like a flame on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I squirm, desperate for release, but they deny me. The edge they provide, a delicious torture. My juices flow, a sacred offering to their perverted gods. 

The priests take turns, each more sadistic than the last. Cora’s body is their canvas, and they paint it with depravity. But the art isn’t over yet. They unleash the ultimate bliss, a high-powered vibrator that makes me see stars. My body convulses, cumming hard. The squirts flow like a river, soaking the altar below. The priests lap it up, a sacred communion. I’m in a religious trance, a sinner in ecstasy. Cora’s found her true calling—a blasphemous mess for the gods. 

You wish you could witness such sacred debauchery, don’t you? Too bad, you’re just a mere mortal! 

Talk to you soon fuckers!

Bondage Phone Sex Turns Violent

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex leaves a woman like me vulnerable. Any woman vulnerable. It is just the way it is because if tied tightly you cannot escape. You cannot even struggle. And I know this. Yet, I still agree to bondage shoots. Why? Because I need money to fuel my coke habit. My stepson gets very brutal with me, so sometimes I supplement. But that’s our secret, okay?

I responded to an ad in a fetish magazine looking for milf rope bunnies. Although, I do not have a master in my life, in the past men did tie me up. And of course, drug dealers tie me up a lot too. So, I applied for the job and lied about how much I love bondage. I do not mind bondage, but the only thing I love more than my family is coke. Snuff porn pays more than bondage porn, but it is easier on my body. Or so I thought.

I Will Never Learn Because of My Coke Habit

When I arrived for my photo shoot, the director treated me like a side of beef from the get-go. His goons tied me up and whipped out their dicks. I stepped into a porn not a bondage shoot. However, I did not know what kind of porn initially. I mean this could have turned into a snuff flick. Or even some violent gang bang. But it ended up more like a humiliation porn.

They dick slapped me first. But they followed up by pissing in my face and calling me all sorts of degrading things. The director told me to smile. Smile while guys dick slap me and piss in my face for hours?  Eventually, this turned into an ass rape porn. But they violated my ass with objects and a speculum before I got the cocks. They enjoyed pissing in my gaped hole too. Nothing I could do. I was all tied up with nowhere to go.

Eventually my little humiliation photo shoot ended, and I got my dough and fled to the nearest dealer.

Castration Phone Sex With Dr. Swift

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Castration phone sex is one of those things a select group of people talk about. I never imagined that a doctor would have a thriving business cutting off balls, until my friend Emma told me that she worked in a private surgeon’s office that did at least twenty castrations a week. I couldn’t help but wonder and she told me that there were the men who had to get it done as a condition of release from prison and then there were the ones who got it to adhere to a program where they were being controlled. Whenever Dr. Swift saw a patient with a signed contract of consent, he knew there was a woman in charge who sent him there. The directions were always the same. The family jewels were to be sent back to the woman in charge with a note saying, “property of” and her name. It was a way to drive the point home that from this day his name would die, along with any control over his life and cock. Dr. Swift got a special thrill out of the act. After every surgery, she had her eunuch personal assistant come to her office and get on his knees in front of her with his pants down to show his ball-less cock, as he ate her very wet pussy. Being able to cut away the ability of men to get a woman pregnant got her so excited that she had to masturbate and ordered her assistant to as well. When she was near orgasm he was to repeat the words, ” Your fertile pussy is going to cum”, over and over, as she came all over his tongue. Her assistant would then stand up with his pants still down and his eyes fixed on the floor. He was not allowed to move until she told him to. When she addressed him as half of a man, he was able to retreat to the back office. Dr. Swift would come in to find him wearing a paper gown and nothing else. She would strap him to a gynecological table with his feet in the stirrups and a vibrating probe in his ass. His face was always red with embarrassment and she loved that, since he wasn’t allowed to shoot as he stroked before. If he had any balls they would be full and heavy. This time, he wouldn’t be able to stroke or control the useless spunk when it spurted from his fuck pole. She left him and closed the door. It was time to get a fresh scalpel and get to work. The eunuch would be waiting after she was done.

When you become a voodoo doll for dicks…

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I was asked if I wanted to be “used like a cum rag” and “fucked till I wanted to die”. I was all for it in the beginning. Because they never mentioned that I would be a ritual sacrifice to their dark lord of sex. But, usually that’s the part they always omit.

It was a pleasant night out. We were out at this wooded area in the forest with a slab just sitting in the open. From what I could see, there were at least 10 guys standing there. Looking at me like I was the most delicious morsel of steak they had ever seen. I did look hot in the sheer white dress I was wearing when walking in. Showing off my nipples and tits really nicely.

Mr Leader Man was the one that got me undressed, and had all of his followers just come up and touch my body. Tweaking my nipples, playing with my pussy, kissing my mouth. They all just start bringing me to the slab, getting me strapped down as they gave me this weird tasting stuff to take. They just continue touching me, inserting their fingers in all my fuck holes, and I can feel my pleasure just mounting.

And then, I felt something coming up for my eye. Slowly, I open my eyes at that moment and see one of the guys just hovering over my face with what looked like a dick with spikes. I didn’t have time to react before he buried it into my eye socket, creating another hole for him to fuck immediately. I felt the immediate pop of my eyeball, and the oozing of blood and fluids dripping down my face.

Now, I would say this should have killed me. But, it did not. In fact, I felt everything. Because the drugs they gave me were meant for one thing. To keep me alive. So that way, they can make as many holes as they wanted, as they were now making me into sexual Voodoo doll. And I would endure every pain they inflicted.

As more and more of them started to create holes, the more pain I endured. I screamed, begged, pleaded for it to not exist anymore. But they just kept fucking me. One of them even joked about “Jesusing me” by puncturing a hole in my hand, and using that as a personal masturbatory fuck toy.

It got to the point I was a Crispy Cream by how many loads I took in all my normal holes, and holes created. I, however, no longer had a mind. It broke long before they were done. I just let everything happen and embraced the pain, and had the most orgasmic experience of my life.

 

Home invasion phone sex, a great way to make a bitch scream

Home invasion phone sex Home invasion phone sex, a great way to make a bitch scream!  I am on the hunt. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline that courses through my veins, it’s all part of the experience. I’ve been watching this house for days, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, I can feel it in my bones, tonight is the night.

The slut inside is oblivious to my presence, too absorbed in her own world to notice the predator lurking outside. I can see them through the window, moving around the kitchen, completely at ease. But I know their routine, I’ve studied it meticulously. I know that soon, they will make their way upstairs, too distracted to remember to lock the backdoor. And that’s when we’ll make a  move.

Slip inside, my footsteps silent on the cool tile floor. I move quickly, making my way towards the bathroom. I can hear the sound of water running, and I know she’s in there, getting ready for bed. I imagine her, naked and vulnerable, completely unaware of the danger that lurks outside the shower door. I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me at the thought.

I can see the shock in her eyes as she realizes she’s not alone. But it’s too late for her to run, I’m already on her. I push her down into the water, feeling the heat of it against my skin. She struggles, but I’m stronger, and I quickly overpower her. I can feel her fear, it’s palpable, and it only serves to heighten my own arousal. 

I force her head under the water, holding her there until she starts to struggle less. And then, when I know she’s on the verge of passing out, I let her up. She gasps for air, her chest heaving with the effort. And that’s when you make your move. Push your cock  inside her, make her scream. It took a lot of work to pick out the perfect little slut to play with, so I want you to show your gratitude by fucking every hole that slut has. 

Push deeper down her throat, feeling her lips wrap around your cock. Feel her tears, her saliva, and of course, it only serves to make you harder. Fuck her mouth until you are about to bust, but let me swallow the load. We don’t want to leave any evidence on the body. That bitch is going to enough Torture sex to taste the sweet relief of death. 

 

Snuff Sex Slut Layla Blow Her Cock and Gets Brains Blown Out

Snuff Movies Make Us Both Horny as Fuck

Snuff sex always starts off with a crying whore begging for her life. I love playing with my pussy and watching dirty whores fucked and snuffed on tape. I hear the screaming and the pathetic crying and it makes me so fucking horny. It makes all the blood rush to my pussy. In my head, I get dragged by my hair through the forest until no one can hear a dying whore’s screams. My clothes and body are all torn up. Bleeding scratches all over my thighs.

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He’s holding a gun to my head and tells me to spread my legs and lie down. I have to do what he says. Even when he starts sliding his hands between my thighs and rubbing my clit hard through my panties. He licks the bleeding cuts on my thighs and then bites them. When I kick him he punches me hard in the stomach and stands up. He spits on my face and tells me to get on my knees. Then to play with my pussy. I’m forced to push my dirty fingers into my pussy while he watches. One hand wrapped around his cock the other holding a gun a foot away from my head. 

Snuff Phone Sex Whore Forced to Suck Cock

He pulls out his dick while I fuck my pussy. My whore cunt is soaking knowing that this is the last dick that I’ll ever see. Even when he’s hitting me and choking me. Yelling in my face to scream louder. Even when he’s making me beg for his cock through tears. He grabs my head and pushes his cock down my throat. I start hitting his thighs until I feel the cold barrel of the gun against the back of my head. I let him suffocate me on his cock. murder phone sex fantasies

Around his dick and the crying I couldn’t breathe. I felt myself losing consciousness the longer he forced his dick down my throat. He pulled my head backwards and slapped his cock on my face. Then he told me to stroke his dick and beg him to blow his load. For a second I thought that if I make him cum he’d let me live. But then he pushed the barrel into my mouth. The moment he came he squeezes the trigger.

Cannibalism Phone Sex: Ed’s Dinner

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It’s shocking to hear during a cannibalism phone sex call that someone is actually doing it. There’s something chilling and arousing about consuming human flesh. Sometimes, you have to do it to survive but other times it’s for pure pleasure. My friend Ed is a real-life Hannibal Lector. Working in the morgue has only brought out the depraved nature he tried to hide for so long. He started out just fucking the dead bodies but then, he needed more than that. He knew that some of the bodies that arrived in less than good condition had the organs removed, so he decided to look at all the recent ones. Of course , who would miss one liver? He found the perfect one with one tiny hole from a small caliber gun. Ed wrapped it carefully in saran wrap, then put it in his lunch cooler. He knew nobody would ever look there. Once he got home in the evening he went to the kitchen and got out a large skillet. After washing it off, he used a little salt and pepper to season the liver and put it in the skillet, searing it on both sides. Medium rare would be perfect for him. He poured some wine and made a salad. Once the liver was cooked just right, he sat down with his good silverware and china plate on the table, after all this was a special dinner.Ed cut into the liver and got a hard-on as soon as the red juice flowed from the meat. He was so excited he put one bite of the liver in his mouth and immediately started to jack off. He stood up and shot a load of jizz all over the liver and sat back down. Now he could devour this human meat because it had the perfect sauce.

Roleplay Phone Sex Calls Heat Up Near Halloween and Get More Violent

roleplay phone sexRoleplay phone sex heats up around Halloween. Men love to violate a drunk whore dressed up slutty. Or at least sluttier than other days. Although I am a druggy whore, I am a soccer mom too. So, most of the time I dress down. Not frumpy, just not slutty either. But at home or at bars near Halloween, I dress sexy. If I am going to trade my fuck holes for some coke, I cannot look like I am going to a job interview.

Perhaps, it would be fair to say that I have a latex fetish. I love the feel of it on my body. Next to my skin it just feels so hot. Now that the weather has cooled off, I can wear latex wherever I want. Well, more like whenever I want. I still need to keep face that I am a normal suburban housewife and mother, at least at home.

I often sneak out of the house after my husband and sons fall asleep. There is a little dive bar, I can walk to from my house. Local men. Working class bar. Mostly skilled laborers like concrete layers, plumbers and electric men. Rarely see a woman in there. Most women fear if they enter this bar, they may become an ass rape porn star on the pool table. However, I am not most women. I am a druggy whore.

Even Dressed up For Halloween Men Want to Use Me. There is No Hiding That I am a Whore.

So, when I go into that bar, the men all know why. They get me drunk and use me like a public disgrace, even dressed as a sexy latex clad nurse. But I never mind. Even if I am passed out drunk, the men in that bar know that they can still use me if they give me some coke or weed. Most of those guys know how to score good coke too. The old-school coke.

And last night they turned me into a gangbang rape porn star on the pool table. In my latex dress that they pushed up over my waist I bent over the pool table and took cock after cock. Old cock, young cock, black cock, white cock…they all used me as a cum receptacle. Even the bartender got in on the action. No condoms. No lube either.

But a whore must do what a whore must do for coke. I left the bar drunk, and with a prolapsed asshole and cum running down my legs. Good thing my family was asleep when I stumbled back home. Or I would have needed to concoct another elaborate story.

Cora’s Rape Fantasy: A Gory Affair

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Hey, perverts! Cora here, and I’ve got a dark little secret. My darkest desire? Being raped, held down, and dominated. But not just by anyone—by a true monster. A creature that’ll leave me battered and bruised.I’m alone in a dark alley, a shadow looming. A sinister figure, tall and terrifying, closes in. His eyes, cold and dead, promise pain.He’s got a knife, and my heart freezes. But the thrill! The adrenaline rush of being so vulnerable. I’m his prey, and the chase is on.

He catches me, and the world goes black. The monster’s here, and he’s rough, violent. My cries go unanswered as he rips my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed.He slams me against the wall, his meaty cock tearing my flesh. The pain’s exquisite, and I’m his willing victim. My juices flow, welcoming his attack.He pounds me mercilessly, my body a bruised playground. The impact of each thrust sends shockwaves through me. I’m a rag doll, his plaything.But I want more, the nastier, the better. I fantasize about his cock impaling me, my insides a bloody mess. The monster’s a gift from above.He leaves me a mess, satisfied and sore. The memory of it makes me wet. I crave the brutality, the sheer gore of it all.

So, if you’re into that brutal stuff, just remember, some of us desire the undesirable. Cora’s rape fantasy is a bloody, nasty delight.

Have a sick and twisted day!

Bloody Phone Sex Almost Killed Me Again

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems appropriate for this time of year. But I do not like to get bloody. At least not my nose. That’s my sniffer. If you want to abuse me until my body looks like raw hamburger meat, please spare my nose. The only way I can endure that kind of pain is if I am high. My son understands that. But other men have not read the memo yet.

I get myself in one jam after another it seems. Nonstop trouble. I’m fresh off a kidnapping. Still have the rope burns on my hands and ankles. But I needed coke. Usually, my son gives it too me, but it’s been over a week since I saw him. And my back up dealer, Marcus, went out of town. It’s such a crap shoot when I need to find a substitute dealer. My son and Marcus never punch my sniffer. They like me high. But some random dealer often wants me to suffer. One of these days my coke habit will put me in a real snuff porn.

I learned about Ted from another druggy soccer mom. She pops Oxy like breath mints. And her dealer has any drug imaginable. So, I went with her to meet him. However, he got super angry that she brought me to him. He punched her so hard he knocked her out. As she lay bleeding on the ground passed out, he kicked her awake. She tried to apologize and tell him I could be trusted, but he choked her to death right in front of me.

Abuse Me All You Want but Please Spare My Nose

And I never watched someone I know die in front of my eyes. I peed my panties from fear. Honestly, scared the crap out of me. At least with my son, I know I will live because I am his cash cow. But this random dealer looked like he wanted to kill me too. He picked me up with his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall like a bug. He did not kill me though. However, he made me wish I was dead.

He punched my face repeatedly until my nose gushed blood. And he fisted my cunt until that prolapsed too. I had no idea my womb could come out. When he stopped hurting me, he gave me some coke. And a warning to never tell another sole about him. No way would I. I do not even want to see him again. His brand of snuff sex proved too much for this soccer mom pain slut.