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Bondage Phone Sex Gets Dangerous and Painful

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex takes a different spin with me. Men never just tie me up in the basic poses. In fact, if a man wants to tie me up in exchange for coke, I always know it will be more than just bondage. No man in the seedy world of snuff makers and drug dealers just ties up a woman. They violate her horribly while tied up in my world. But a whore’s gotta do what a whore’s gotta do to score coke.

I felt desperate for coke, and this guy on the dark net posted an ad for extreme bondage. Perhaps, I should have used some common sense, but I always get blinded by my need for cocaine. When I arrived at the address he gave me, I had that nagging feeling that I should run for the hills. But that did not happen. My tunnel vision for coke blocked my intuition. This did not look like a place where bondage occurred. However, it did appear to be a place where snuff movies get made. And where girls go to die.

He Tortured My Body with Piping Hot Candle Wax

I just hoped my 9 lives had not run out yet. At first, I thought this might not be so bad after all. The man who placed the ad tied me to this table. I figured maybe he would cum on me or fuck a hole. Maybe even just gaze at me. But he got out a bunch of candles and started pouring hot wax on me. So much wax that I thought he might burn my flesh off. I guess I complained too much, and he shoved a lit thick candle in my mouth to mute me. As wax dripped on my face, I fought the tears.

It felt like torture sex not bondage. But after the wax play ended, he moved me to some swing contraption which he claimed assisted bondage.  He contorted my body backwards to skull fuck me. My body felt wrecked afterwards. Although I did make it out of this dungeon alive, now my back hurts and I have small burn spots from the piping hot wax all over my body. Good thing I have coke now. I am going to need it for my recovery.

Bondage phone sex and water play is pure evil.

            Bondage phone sex and water play is pure evil. That is after all why is it so prevalent in the bible. It must be remembered that water torture is ancient. Used on witches, enemies, old and young. The Chinese had an ancient water torture that included bondage.

            Now I know what you are thinking, how is it torture. Well, they would bind you. Tie you tight. Then let one drop of water every few seconds hit you in the middle of the forehead. Oh, to be sure you are thinking this will not bother me.

            Bound tightly. Not able to move. Hours later you feel like you are being drilled into the head with an ice pick. This is a slow torture.

Bondage phone sex          Evil phone sex when it comes to water explained.

Whereas at the same time, the puritans would simply use bondage to hold you to the chair as you were fully immersed in a pond on a chair. At the same time when I think of this, I like to picture at a carnival the person you throw balls at to dunk.

Same concept. Dunked down into the water. For this reason, we have made a game out of it. In the long run you are going to learn that water torture really is some of the worst tortures out there.

From time to time, you may be thinking how is water torture so evil? To point out that it is wet, and you like to swim in it. From a great height it would be like hitting concrete. Not at all present.

Once more there is the fact that Christians have used it for killing witches for hundreds of years. It is said that fire will release the soul of a witch as she was born in the fiery hell.

Given these points if you drown a witch there is no place for her to return to. Doomed to suffer for all eternity. In summary which would be preferable? A quick death and return home to the bowels of hell or slow and painful.

Anal rape porn Memories: A Shock Factor Retrospective

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Some phone sex requests are downright shocking—like that time I relived my anal deflowering. It was supposed to be a regular make-out session, but this guy had other plans.

We were grinding against each other, and his hard-on felt incredible against my soaked pussy. The dirty promises he whispered into my ear sent shivers down my spine. And then, he went in for the kill—a finger in my ass, followed by a rough tongue and deep fingers that hit the spot.

Before I could catch my breath, he turned me around and rammed his huge cock into my virgin ass. The pain was immense, but so was the pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before—wild, primeval, and utterly consuming.

He didn’t bother with niceties, just grabbed my hips and pounded away. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through my body, and I was putty in his hands. The shock of it all—the sheer rawness—sent me over the edge, and I came hard.

He didn’t hold back, either. With a powerful groan, he unloaded his seed deep within me, leaving me feeling strangely satisfied and sore.

That was the night I lost my anal cherry, and damn, was it worth it!

 

Satan’s Seduction: A Church Whore’s Confession

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Church-going has a whole new meaning after my catholic school days. You see, I was a naughty, naughty girl, and ‘blasphemy sex’ was my middle name. The Lord may forgive, but I sure as hell don’t!

I’ve had my sinful moments right there in the house of God, riding crucifixes and moaning ‘Hail Satan!’ in the sanctity of that holy place. The thrill of doing the devil’s work in the shadows of the altar sent shivers down my spine.

But my masterpiece was corrupting the priest, that holy motherfucker. I seduced him, a young buck with a lusty gaze, and soon he was my willing slave. Right there on the altar, we united in unholy matings, defiling the very essence of their belief.

I pissed and shat on the Bible, that so-called ‘good book,’ just to show my disdain. And for added delight, I used a St. Joseph statue as a dildo—the priest’s eyes nearly popped out of his head!

He was my math teacher too, and after that incident, my grades were forever preserved. I never had to lift a finger for assignments again. My new BFF made sure I aced every term.

Such sweet, sweet corruption! And the best part? Blackmailing the priest into a perpetual fuckfest. He was putty in my hands, and our incestuously religious adventures knew no bounds.

So, dear parishioners, let’s hear it for the whore who found her true calling in the church aisles. Hail to the power of unholy lust!

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Leave Me Beaten Beautiful

rape phone sex fantasiesI’ve been recovering for a week now from my son’s rape phone sex fantasies. One of these days our “beat mommy beautiful,” sessions will kill me. Every time he gets more violent. However, every time I get more coke too. So, I know my son loves me. You might call coke mommy’s kryptonite. In fact, this last streaming session, mommy wore a cut off T-shirt styled with the Super Girl logo, but the S stood for Super Whore. That’s me in case you did not know. I am a super whore for coke. And a super whore for my boy.

We began our live session with my face planted in the bowl of coke with his elbow deep in mommy’s cavern. With one arm up mommy’s barren old womb, he used his other hand to fish hook my mouth and punch my face a few times. He thinks with my fiery red hair that I look best with a black and blue face. Once he removed his fist from my cunt, he punched my teeth out. And they flew across the room.  With the teeth gone, he could skull fuck me senseless like I deserved.

My Son Loves Me Because When He Beats Me Beautiful, He Gives Me Coke

Although I know I am his torture sex doll, I never mind. He needs the money from the live streams to live on and provide his super whore mommy with premium coke. While he throat fucked me, he choked me too. It felt like he was jacking his cock off inside of my throat with every tight squeeze. My face turned red and blue. With his other hand, he pulled out my shitter. But since my ass gets a lot of action, it prolapses so easily these days.

Once my ass sleeve dangled outside my ass, he tied me up in the downward dog position and rammed his cock into my ass pipe which dangled between my legs like a cock. From a distance folks might have mistaken me for a tranny. While he pumped my ass sleeve, he punched me in the back, and the rib cage. He even reached around to the sides to pummel my huge fun bags.

I Am My Son’s Fuck Meat to Abuse Whenever He Wants

He grabbed an appliance cord and began strangling me. He giggled and informed me that I now had a good strangulation phone sex story to tell my friends. Although it appeared like he would choke me out, I know he would never kill his cash cow. As he punched every inch of my porcelain white body, I could feel the bruises emerging.  He even punched my prolapsed asshole like he was Mike Tyson. And that pulled it out even more.

After what felt like an eternity, he turned his focus back to my face. He pissed down my throat while choking me some more. I knew I needed to guzzle it like fine champagne. As he called me a dumb stupid whore, he tossed me across the room with ease. But anyone could, I guess. I am nothing but skin and bones. Most of my body weight comes from my fun bags. And they felt like they deflated when my body hit the floor. The chimes poured in when he pushed my head through a wall.

My Son Needs to Abuse Me Because I Am His Cash Cow

While I hung in the wall like a gallery painting, he slammed his cock inside my piss hole like he would my cunt. He calls me his 4-hole mommy super whore. He considers my urethra my tightest hole like most men. I possess a high mileage cunt and ass, making that pee hole the tightest hole on my old whore body.

However, while I hung in the wall, my son surprised me with a 50-man gang bang. Some of his viewers bid big bucks to assault this mommy whore. They filled my bladder up with cum. Although those men did fuck my ass and my cunt, they focused on my pee hole first. I am still pissing out jizz.

When my boy pulled me from the wall, my make up appeared smeared all over my face.  And my bruises and welts showed in all their glory. For my finale bow of the live stream, my boy smashed my head repeatedly into the hardwood floor. But I think my skull might be thicker than that floor, because I left a dent in the floor.

My Son Let Fifty Strangers Fuck My Pee Hole

While he held my head down on the floor, he gave my prolapsed shitter one more go around. However, he did this with a plastic bag over my head. I could barley breathe as he fucked my dangling shit hole. Now, I am still covered in bruises a week later. And no amount of make-up will cover them up completely. But I do not mind my beauty marks because when they heal, I know he will beat me beautiful all over again.

Missing, Kidnapped, and Fucked!

kidnapping phone sexKeisha has been missing for 22 days. She was abducted at a bus stop while she was on her way to work.
She woke up in a muggy, dim, cobweb basement and she was very parched and thirsty.
“Click.”
She heard the lights over her head turn on, she was now able to see the entire area. Her leg was chained to the wall. She had a bruise on her arm. She was sweating and started to panic as she heard the footsteps get closer. In the middle of the basement there were various machines and ropes suspended in the air.
“You must be wondering where you are sweetheart.” Keisha looked up and saw a man 5’9” with tattoos standing over her. “How do you know my name”? Keisha asked.
“Haven’t you heard of the internet? I can find anything about anyone with the access I have”. “I’ve been watching your sexy ass for weeks, left you notes on your door. I became impatient and decided to take you for my own pleasure.”
 “What are you going to do to me?”
 “You’ll see”.
 The man unlocked Sakina’s leg from the chains and dragged her weak body to the pussy drill fucking machine.
 “I built this myself, customized for your body. When I turn it on, you will cum and orgasm multiple times until you pass out. Keisha’s heart began to race. Not a single word left her lips. Keisha’s legs and arms were tied to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were forced open. The man placed the dildo attached to a drill pump into her little hairless pussy. He duck taped her mouth shut.
 “Ready”? 
Keisha shook her head. 
The machine turned on, fucking Keisha’s pussy in multiple speeds and directions. The first orgasm came to fruition. Keisha was panting like a dog. The second and third orgasm were more intense, causing her muscles to spasm and breathing to get heavier. The man stood, with his arms crossed, watching his subject weaken from forced orgasms. He smiled with satisfaction. He turned the motor off, and turned Keisha around, positioning her on her knees. He inserted the dildo in her ass. He turned it on. She screamed as the dildo plowed her ass. Her pussy was getting wetter. The man observed grool drip out of her pussy. His cock was growing hard. He ripped the duck tape off of Keisha’s mouth and jammed his cock to the back of her throat. She began gagging and coughing. This only added to the pleasure and sensation on his hard cock. He shoved her head forward to take all of that hard dick. He came in the back of her throat and made her swallow it. I don’t think Keisha while ever return home again.

A Tall Dark Stranger: My Snuff Movie Partner

My longing for jizz is a perpetual itch, an addiction that controls my every impulse. The sticky, savory fluid is my life’s essence—a drug that sends shivers down my spine. Cum is my nirvana, and I, a teenage ninja of debauchery!

Just thinking about it has my mouth salivating, my cunt dripping like a leaky faucet. I crave the moment when I can indulge—swallowing copious loads, basking in their warmth. But I won’t be selfish. Oh no! I have a special plan for a cum-sharing extravaganza.

Me, on my knees, working my magic. Your swollen member in my grasp, I’ll milk it like a pro. A creamy white geyser will erupt, and I’ll catch every precious drop. Devouring it like the desperate slut I am, licking my lips clean. Mmm, the ultimate mouth orgasm!

But the fun doesn’t stop there, bucko. No sir-ee! I want you to witness the true depths of my depravity. Imagine my moist, teenager snatch, dripping with your precious essence. Oh yes, I’ll let you lap it up, every last droplet, like a hungry little puppy. Licking and sucking, you’ll taste yourself in ways you never imagined.

It’ll be a sacred experience, one that’ll leave you weak at the knees. And when you’ve indulged in this cum-soaked ritual, we’ll commence round two. Because, my dear, the appetite of a cum-obsessed teen is insatiable!

Vibrating Despair: A Journey to Filthy Sadistic phone sex

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I was at the mercy of my tormentor. His cold, steely fingers trailed down my body, measuring my curves like a butcher assessing his meat. I shivered in anticipation and fear—this man was a force to be reckoned with, a true sadist. But I was his willing victim.

The vibrator, oh that wicked device, was producing sounds that whispered promises of agony and ecstasy. He teased me with it, running the buzz along my soaking slit, making me beg for release. But he was in no rush. Instead, he lingered, enjoying my desperation.He angled the toy, pressing it against my aching clit. The vibrations were intoxicating, sending volts of pleasure through my body. But it was his cruelty that really got me going. He knew how to push me over the edge, and I was desperate to fall.

The toy disappeared, only to be rammed inside me roughly. I felt like a helpless rag doll as he penetrated my core with vicious determination. The vibrator’s buzz massaged my insides, and the sheer power of it had me seeing hallucinations of erotic delight.My captor’s lips were against my ear as he hissed filthy nothings. He called me a “useless little slut,” a “whore begging for release.” It was degrading, humiliating, and yet, it turned me on even more.

The toy’s relentless vibrations continued, sending me into spasms. My body quaked and convulsed as I squirted, the fluids soaking the floor. Yet, the tormentor showed no mercy, no signs of slowing down. He wanted to push me further, past the boundaries of endurance.

I was left a shaking mess, my cunt aching, and my body begging for more.

 

Evil phone sex: Back Alley Bating

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I ran into this dude’s gaze at the bar, and damn, his eyes were like a chainsaw to my panties. They held a bloody lust that got my cunt dripping.

He dragged me to the alley like a stray dog on a leash. Lucky me.

Against the wall, he choked me with his meaty hands, and I loved it. That’s the kink I craved—a dominator who’d treat me like the filthy whore I am.His nasty fingers ripped apart my dress, leaving me exposed. Perfect.He growled like a wild animal, declaring me his possession. Yeah, sure, we’ve heard it all before, but the way he said it… sent shivers down my spine.

He went straight for the kill, plunging his face into my cunt and lapping up my juices like they were the last drops of water on earth. I writhed and moaned, practically begging him to suffocate me with his dick.He called me a ‘good little cum slut’, and that turned me the fuck on.

After some nasty oral foreplay, he slammed into me. No romance, just raw, unfiltered banging. My tits bounced like basketballs, and my ass cheeks rattled with each thrust.I begged him to spank me, to leave his mark. The more I pleaded, the rougher he got, slapping my face and pulling my hair.

We were animals—no, devils—in a back alley orgy from hell. And I loved every second of it.

His final thrusts were violent, like he wanted to fuck me into the afterlife. And when he unleashed his load, I felt like the whore that I am—drenched in sweat, cum, and dirty af.

Torture Phone Sex Brings the Bloodlust out of Layla

Torture Phone Sex Makes My Pussy Sex

Torture phone sex makes my cunt wet, even when I’m the one getting tortured. There’s nothing like locking my hands and feet down on the wrack. Then tightening it until I first start to scream. You take this big, sharp nice and gently drag it from my belly button to my tits. You barely grazed my skin, but when I forced myself to look I was still bleeding. The site of my blood made my pussy tighten around nothing. I begged for you to stop. I knew it would make your cock ache. But really I wanted you to go so much further. 

You grabbed my hair and forced me to look at my tits and dragged the knife against my tits. I felt the searing pain this time. And it felt so good. Bloody phone sex must have brainwashed me. My pussy leaked every time the blood did. You were taunting me. Telling me that you’re going to saw my head off with that knife and then fuck my corpse. Then you tightened the wrack even more. The pain sent tingles down my spine. I couldn’t pretend to hate it anymore. It just felt so good every time you hurt me. 

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Brutalize My Pussy for Torture Sex

“Please. I want to be your victim.” You saw how wet my pussy was and knew I wasn’t lying. You saw how fucking wet my pussy was. First, you forced your fingers into my cunt. And when I didn’t react you stabbed the knife into my pussy instead. “Yessss!” You pulled your hard cock out while you shanked my cunt. You pulled the knife out and pushed your cock into that bloody destroyed pussy.

The blood and cunt juice mixture made your cock so slippery, but my pussy was still tight enough to brutally fuck. You forced me to watch again, then pressed the knife to my neck. It sliced through my windpipe so easy. I started suffocating on the blood while you brutalized my pussy. I was so close to cumming on your cock. What a great way to die.