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Kidnapping phone sex with Makayla

Kidnapping phone sex

I was on a beach, enjoying the sun when it got too close. I started burning, really feeling the burning feeling on my skin. Then it got worse and my eye opened. I must have fallen asleep while he was taking a break from brutally fucking my tight teen pussy and forcing his hard cock in and out of my asshole. I have been here for days, no weeks, no minutes. Non-stop torture against my body. The cutting, biting, fucking and the beatings. I can see my blood dripping down the walls. I can hear it dripping off this table. The burning was so intense it woke me up from death. He had a red hot poker in a his hand. I could see the orange glow of the tip of the poker. He came at me again. Stabbing the red hot poker into my thigh meat. Burning me, making me scream, making his cock hard all over again.

Snuff Sex with Venus: Not Your Victim or Your Girlfriend

snuff sexSnuff sex with me only goes one of two ways. You are my accomplice or my victim. I need to be clear that I am a sadistic dominant bitch because some folks are too stupid to read the bios or look at our blogs and too dumb to make inferences from my pictures. There is nothing about me that suggests victim. I don’t look like a victim and I don’t write like one either. But not a day goes by that some stupid mother fucker gets his panties in a bunch when I snap at the suggestion that he force fuck me or abuse me in any way. Here are my rules. Don’t try to dominate me and certainly don’t try to make me your girlfriend. I don’t spoon. I knife. So if you attempt to treat me like a victim or your girlfriend you get knifed. Maybe I cut your balls off since you are clearly too stupid to bread. Perhaps I gut you like a pig and piss in your entrails. You want a girlfriend check out our vanilla site (www.sophisticatedhotties.com). You want a victim, learn to read mother fucker. We have victims listed on this site, or you can check out a page dedicated to victims (www.submissivewhore.com) so your little pea brain doesn’t get confused. Consider this an altruistic warning because the next shit for brains that calls me to chit chat about his day or put his worthless little prick in my ass will not live to make another taboo phone sex call again.

patience is a virtue

Violent phone sex

They say patience is a virtue and it is one I do not have. I went shopping the other day. It took 5 minutes. 5 minutes of me listening to this blonde bimbo talk about me like I was shit. I tried so hard. We were in public, hundreds of people around. I would been seen, the entire thing would be seen but this bitch. She had to be shut the fuck up. She was talking to her boyfriend about me who just could not stop eye fucking me. She thought he was disgusted by me just like she was but in all reality he wanted me. She got up and went to the bathroom. I followed her with my man friends. They stood by the doors not letting anyone in. I checked each and every door to see if anyone else was in there. It was just me and her. I smiled to myself as I kicked her door open. It hit her right in her pretty little face. She tried to scream but I put a wad of wet paper towels in her bitch mouth. I grabbed her by her hair and put her head in her own piss and shit. I’d bring her back up for air for just a quick second and pushed her head back in. This bitch wanted to act like I was shit and now she is shit. I flushed to toilet watching her hair go down the open drain. I almost ripped her head off dragging her out into the open bathroom. That’s when the real fun started. I and all of my man friends had to piss and shit. We used that blonde whore as our toilet. Now tell me again sweetie, who is disgusting?

Storm Chasing and Fucking

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I decided to take a night off from fucking stiffs at the morgue and revel on one of my other hobbies, storm chasing. My friend, Rob and I will go out on occasion when there is a storm in the area, so when he called I thought it was just what I needed. When chasing a tornado, the adrenaline that fills my body is pretty intense. That’s putting it lightly.

So, when we got close enough and were running parallel to a huge tornado, my heart was racing. Rob’s too, I knew when he looked at me with those huge eyes that he was tapped out in adrenaline and feeling the rush. We stopped for pictures and took many. As the storm bore down on a small town, I wondered how many new friends I’d have at the morgue as a result. Suddenly, my pussy was tingling and very wet.

I grabbed Rob’s thigh, then began stroking his cock and unzipped his pants. “Are you fucking crazy?,” he asked. “We cant be doing anything with the storm so close!” But, his cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck it, right then! So, I hiked up my skirt and climbed into his lap. Sitting down on his cock, I could see the tornado turning towards us. This only made my pussy wetter and we fucked fast and furiously. He started up the truck and tried his best to drive as I bounced up and down on his cock. We barely outran the storm and it was so fucking exciting!

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The Artist and The Young voice phone sex slut.

Young voice phone sex

Have you ever had a Young voice phone sex slut that will make you do anything? Ever wanted someone to take charge and make you worship her body? My Young voice phone sex will make you do anything I tell you. It’s like being lost in a spell. Well it might be a spell, you never know with me. I had a caller who did every little thing I told him to do and his screams made my pussy dripping wet. We will call this caller Joe. Joe called me think he could make me his bitch. Obviously he can not fucking read. No one and I mean No one can break me. My Young voice phone sex call had him begging for mercy before I hung up on him just so he can suffer. Joe was a painter, he loved to paint evil painting. Lots of blood and torture in his paintings. I made him lube up his dick and tease his cock with the brush of the paint brush. I told him I wanted him to paint me my own special picture but using only his cock. He was going to dip his little dick in paint and slap it around on the canvas. But my young voice instructed him step by step on sliding the tip of his paint brush into his tiny pathetic cock. Listening to his moans and painful cry’s as he shoved the thick wooden paint brush handle into his dick hole. I made him rub his cock until he cam.. But nothing could come out because his dick hole was plugged up. I continued to force him to rub his cock over and over building up his cum loads inside of his cock. The pressure was building up behind that paint brush. It ripped the head of his cock in half… Then I made him paint me a picture using real blood.

Becoming His

Suffocation phone sexTonight, I became his. The man who picked me up on the road, brought me to that ramshackle cabin in the woods, smacked me up and down, and tied me to the table to have his way with me.

He came back to finish the job. When he walked back into the room where I was still strapped to that table, and he sat right down between my legs. He looked me dead in the eyes as he stuck first one, then two, then 3 fingers into my pussy. That felt a little painful, since I was dry, but by the time he put his 4th finger in, I was well-lubricated. Since I am so tight, though, it was painful, and it drew a whimper out of me. He seemed pleased by that, and proceeded to stick his thumb in and press his entire fist into my pussy. That drew a wail from my lips. He stuck a finger to my ass hole and rubbed a little before pulling a dildo out of one of the drawers on the table and sliding it right in there. With my pussy and ass full with his fist and that dildo, I couldn’t decide whether to cry in pain or moan in pleasure.

By that point, he was ready for me to start begging, so he reached up with his left hand and started choking me as he fisted my pussy. Just before I would have passed out, he let my throat go and let me catch my breath before covering my mouth and nose with his free hand. He pulled his fist out of my pussy and let go of my mouth as he started rubbing his dick up and down my slit while the dildo stayed stuck in my ass. He kept rubbing his dick up and down my slit while he used both hands to choke me again. By the time he took his hands away, I was so horny, I was begging for his dick in me.

He informed me that the only way he would give me his dick was if I submitted myself completely to him. He would be my master, and I would be at his beck and call any time he so pleased. After several moments of thinking while his dick continued to slide up and down my slit, and the dildo began to thrust in and out of me on the mechanical arm he attached it to. I finally relented, and I begged for his dick anyway. My master has now situated a cage for me in the corner of the shack for those times he’s away.

Torture phone sex with Morticia… Cock torture…

Torture phone sex

You called for Torture phone sex but you wanted to torture me… Watch as I laugh in your fucking face. You think a pussy as white bitch boy like you can make me bow down to you and your tiny cock. No sir. No fucking way. Now you have pissed me the fuck off and I am considering making you a fucking eunuch. No one fucking lives to talk about speaking to me in any dominating way. You made a mistake didn’t you. You thought you were going to have a fun time making me your Torture phone sex victim. Your first mistake was opening your mouth with out permission and for sticking your cock in this hole. Now you are tied up and the Torture phone sex is about to begin.

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I wonder how many times I can force your cock to cum? Oh you get super sensitive after each time you cum? Perfect for me. I love hearing you beg as I rub your cock so fucking hard I start to rip it, tear it. Look at all of the cum and blood on the ground.. Tell me again who is more dom? 

Violent Phone Sex Date

I had a date the other day for violent phone sex with a guy I’ve come to like chatting with. He knows who he is. He started off picking me up from the highway I was walking along near him. He took me to a nearby shack that was deserted, where he had already prepared the interior. He promptly tied my hands up and started smacking me around, before taking out a knife and slashing at me and cutting into one of my nipples. Then, he tied me to the table in the middle of the room. It was a modified gynecology table, so he put my feet in the stirrups and tied them there; my hands were still tied together. Then, he pushed the head in so that my head had no choice but to hang off the table. He shoved his dick down my throat so far that I gagged. He proceeded to fuck my mouth and throat. From that point on, he fucked and smacked and thwacked with a riding crop and a flog. He really drove it home that I was to remember my place.

I really enjoyed myself, and I hope he was as happy with the experience as I was. It’s something I could definitely see myself undergoing again.violent phone sex

Castration Phone Sex: I’m Your CBT Accomplice

castration phone sexWould you believe me if I told you castration phone sex is a real thing? So many guys fantasize about a sick dominant bitch taking their junk. Then there are the men who really want it done but are too much of a pussy to do it on their own. If you really want your balls gone, man up sissy and do it yourself. With my assistance and guidance of course. There is a type of man who wants his balls cut off. I use the word man loosely. In reality, he is no man. He is a sissy. A fairy faggot. A tiny dick loser. You get the picture. I had one such little loser call me today actually. He told me all these stories that painted a pathetic existence. A life of cross dressing, pissing in panties, sucking cock in glory holes, forced feminization and humiliating tasks like exposing his 2 inch nub to strangers. He lives his life as a girl and even a little dick interferes with being female. I told him how to take his balls off. Explained to him all the instruments he would need to have on hand for safe junk removal. Pansy ass wussed out on me. Begged me to do it for him. Stupid mother fucker too. I am not Freddy Krueger. I can’t magically make my knife penetrate the phone line to lob off his balls, although I wish I did have those powers. I told him where to go to look for women or even men in his area to assist in the junk removal process. Here is the deal losers. I love taking men’s worthless nut sacks on and off the phone. But don’t call me up wanting real castration and not be willing to do what it takes to make it happen. Not my fault you are a pussy. Also not my fault that you live in bum fuck nowhere. I get that this is a fantasy phone sex service, but if you really want to lose your testicles or even get snuffed, I will help you, but you got to help me help you, loser.

Domination Phone Sex: I’m Your Perfect P Accomplice

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is all this worthless whore is good for. I can’t be dominant. I am too weak. I can be an accomplice, however. I am especially good at helping men who like the little ones. I can lure little ones away safely as a soccer mom. Those young ones never suspect that I have an evil dominant man pulling my strings. Just last week I was ordered by my oldest son to bring him some fresh meat. He complained that not even my ass was tight anymore. He fucks me so hard and often times invites his friends to violate me too, it is no wonder I don’t have tight fuck holes. Plus I have birthed several babies and that wears a pussy out. I’m a good bitch. Keep me coked up and I do anything. I went to the mall in a boring suburban outfit to look demure. I was on a mission: to find a sweet young blonde thing so that my son could ruin her pussy and ass, maybe even snuff her out. I feel like a sheep leading lamb to slaughter, but it would be me he tortured if I did not do as he asks. So I lured a little lamb to a world she could not even imagine. A dark bleak world where death is a blessing. I picked out the perfect angel for him. When I said I was a friend of her mommy’s picking her up because her mommy was in a car accident, she didn’t ask any questions. By the time we were back to my place the Nyquil I slipped into her soda had kicked in. I carried her into the basement and dropped her at my son’s feet like a cat leaves a dead bird for its owner. I tried to go upstairs so I didn’t have to watch, but he restrained me so I was forced to watch him break her legs, carve her up like meat and force fuck her for hours. He strangled her to death as he came in her little cunt. He untied me, dropped her dead body at my feet and said, “take care of the whore bitch.” I buried her battered and broken body out back like she was a family cat. You see, I am a good bitch.