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Torture Phone Sex Roadside Assistance

I had to make a Roadside assistance call and got this Torture phone sex blog from it. That was quite an experience late on a Friday Night. I was caught in the rain with a blown out tire in the middle of nowhere. I got lost looking for a party. I was dressed like a stripper. It was the dead of night in the middle of a rain storm on a deserted hiway. What could possibly go wrong?

What happens when you are in a county with no night life and few residents. Little crime or need for a big PD. Well these police officers were far from looking out for my safety. These guys were so back woods they see a piece of ass they pounce on it with bird calls and all that shitiness. I was degraded like a low grade hooker. They forced me to my knees and pissing down my throat. They slapped me around and took part of Rape phone sex fantasies they have likely been harboring for decades. I was beat with the nightstick, tazed in the cunt as they fucked me. There were 4 pigs and one was a bitch calling all the shots.

She got off on seeing me beat and violated. She enjoyed poking and prodding at me with the tazer and her boot. She was fucking wet for pistol fucking me mostly. She and the guys pissed on me and left me in the pouring rain as they towed my car away.

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Your Fantasy Phone Sex Scenarios Were My Life as a Young Girl

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex is what I do best. But some men have fantasies that are my reality. I had a brutal upbringing. What daddies fantasize about doing to their baby girls or other girls, my daddy did to me. I had a caller this week who wanted me to relive my violent past with daddy. I could hear the satisfaction in his voice as I choked up remembering the violence. I understand that my pain is your pleasure. That is the nature of this job. He asked me my earliest memories of abuse and what my father did to me first. The night my mother left us, my father was in my bedroom doing way more than just exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his baby girl. I tried to pretend that I was sound asleep, but I could not pretend to be in a deep sleep while daddy’s dick ravaged my tiny holes. I was bleeding and crying. Screaming in pain. I was so loud; daddy shoved his crusty old boxer shorts in my mouth to muffle me. Later, he would graduate to a ball gag. My father was never a father to me. And when my mother left, that did not change. What changed was that I became his wife. I had to cook and clean. I had to service his cock. Not just his cock either. I had to service all his poker buddies and friends too. He kept me home from school when I got older because he was afraid, I might tell a counselor, or a friend and he would lose his cash cow. He pimped me out when I was barely a teen to settle his gambling debts. I eventually got too big to control and I ran away. Do I like talking about my youth? No. But I am a taboo phone sex slut, and it is part of the job.

Pillow Suffocation Phone Sex

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Imagine you and me getting freaky and sharing all of our fantasies and you tell me that you think about the time you had suffocation phone sex a lot. When I ask you why you tell me you think it’s because you’d love to do that for real one day. I tell you that I think it sounds pretty hot and that you can role play it with me in bed while we’re fucking. So over the course of the next few months, you start doing various things to me while we’re playing around and you tell me one day you think you’ve settled on the way you’d suffocate someone.

You tell me that instead of telling me, you’d like to show me the way you would do it. You bring out this big fluffy pillow, tell me to lie down on my back, and you put it beside us. Then, you start fucking me and you give me the best orgasm ever. You tell me that since it’s going to be my last one ever, you figured it should be a really amazing one. I think you’re still role playing, but when you put that pillow over my face and you don’t let me go, I figure out pretty quickly that my time is up…

What Should We Do With Them?

accomplice phone sexI need your help. Daddy has task me with finding some cute little young things for him to play with. He also wants me to break them. I know you have thought about what you would do to make sweet young ones compliant. Let’s go to the mall or park. Offer candy or pot, maybe even a Juul as that seems to be the craze these days. I have chloroform in the car. We can put it over their mouths and drive them to the cabin in the woods. There are lots of fun rooms there. We have an underground cave, lots and lots of cages. A big bag of torture supplies and plenty of restraints. So, before they wake up what should I do to them first? Restraints on their wrists and ankles? A ball gag? Or maybe you want to hear them scream. The louder they scream the wetter my pussy gets. So, let’s forego the ball gag for now. Definitely not a blindfold because I like to look them in the eyes when I strike or cut or spit or piss right in their mouths. They seem to be moving a little, waking up from their forced sleep. I will get their clothes off while you decide what we should do to them.

Snuff Sex Secretary

Snuff sex was not even on my mind when I temped as a secretary last week. I have been supplementing my income with all sorts of gigs this past year. When I saw an ad for $3,000 for five days of answering phones, I thought hell yes. That is easy money. I can look good at a front desk. I can answer a phone sexy as fuck too. I should have known it was too good to be true. It was way too good to be true. The boss guy wanted a pretty bimbo, but not to answer phones. He wanted a pretty bimbo to slaughter. There was no one else in the office. It was him and me. I was duped. He tied me to an office desk and stripped me naked. With my big fake boobs exposed, he whipped them with his belt. He was slaughtering my tits. The big brass belt buckled slashed the tender skin on my breasts. Bright red blood streaks dripped down my stomach. He was just getting started. He whipped my cunt too. That belt buckle felt like being beat with cotton candy on my tits compared to what it felt like on my cunt. I was begging for mercy as the flesh on my pussy flew off in chunks. By the time he was done, my cunt looked like a grenade had exploded inside it. My pelvic bone was exposed.  I was crying and convulsing. I think I went into shock from the pain. I was sitting in a pool of my blood and a pile of my flesh. Then he started punching me in the face. Broke my nose. My eyes swelled up so I could not see out of them anymore. I was coming in and out of consciousness. This was not worth the $3,000 if I survived. This was a snuff porn not a secretary gig. Sometimes, I am so dumb.

Subtle Enslavement

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Sweet little honey, I’m going to chop off that cock. I know it terrifies you, to think of being separated from that lovely little stick of yours, but I promise I need it more than you do. You see sweetie, you have the perfect dick, and I want to make sure I can keep it forever. I need to cast a metal mold of this and make myself the perfect little fuck toy.

Couldn’t I just use you? Are you going to sign your soul over to me, eternally? Can I own your entire body? Will you do absolutely anything i say? I need an obedient little soldier who’s going to help me murder and rip apart families in front of innocent young ones.

I need a strong slave to hunt with me, cut with me, drown, burn, and slice with me. I need someone like you, with a cock to pump me up with sticky cum after a particularly nasty hunt. Are you the slut for the job? Can you make me cum post-cadavear? Cum over here and give me a taste, and maybe you can keep that tasty cock, and your life. Your freedom, however, that’s mine.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: How Would You Kill Me?

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex calls. There are a million ways to die, right? How would you kill me? I have been in the dark desires business for a decade. From simulated fetish modeling to phone sex, I have heard a lot of creative and painful ways to die. How would you kill me? Men always ask me about my favorite way to die and I just tell them to make it bloody and brutal. I am a pain slut so I crave the more vicious deaths. I do not want to die only one way over and over. Where is the fun in that? I will admit, however, I am a fan of creativity. And many of my regular callers are creative in their ways to kill me. I have a caller into Gothic fantasies, so it is always a creative vampire fantasy. I get wet thinking about a sexy vampire making me his eternal lover. Vampires are my favorite monsters. They are definitely the sexiest monsters. Who wants fucked by a zombie, LOL? I have another caller who enjoys gruesome and bloody executions. He brings his love for the medieval era to my deaths, so I get the rack or the guillotine. Often, I am begging to die for him. I must prove I am serious and worthy of a violent death. I mutilate myself for his pleasure. I would gut myself for some of you too. And another caller is very creative with his technology. He likes to kill me with orgasms. He injects me with nanonets. They are these tiny robot-like things that are injected into your blood stream and can do things like cause your heart to stop when you cum. I am often imprisoned for a crime and forced to die in a public execution. My callers kill me like I am in a snuff porn with them. That is why I love this job so much. There are a million ways to die.

The Smell Of Burning Flesh Excites Me

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Last weekend was fabulous, everything opening back up and I was in the mood for accomplice phone sex. The bars were packed full of drunk stupid people. Easy targets for me and daddy. We picked a local bar and sat down to watch. We were looking for nice young coeds. Preferably the real bitchy ones because those are the best to play with. We found a couple of cute young girls stumbling back to the car. I caught up with them and told them how cute they were, how much I liked their shoes blah blah blah. And then I told them they really should not drive, there was a check point ahead and I drive for Uber and could gladly get them home. Total dumb shits they hopped right in the car and off we went. I took a dirt road on the left and headed up the hill telling the girls it was a short cut. We reached the top where cell service is non-existent, and I stopped the car. Told them I must have a car issue and we all got out. Daddy jumped from behind the trees, and I helped him as we stripped them down and tied them up. Daddy had his way with those young co-eds, violating every hole that they had. They cried and begged but nobody could hear them. By the time he was through with them they were beat and bloody and full of cum. Daddy knows how I like that and then told me they were all mine to play with. I continued torturing those two, cutting them into pieces. Drawing the pain out until I got bored with them. I then slit their throats, doused them with gasoline and set them on fire. The smell of burning flash always makes my pussy so wet and me and daddy fucked as we listened to their bodies sizzle.

Nasty Whore

Fantasy phone sexI’ve always been a filthy whore, but I get more nastier and filthier when I’m high on coke. I love snorting a big line putting some on my throat to numb it and even on my asshole because I want you to fuck it hard and deep over and over again. I’ll even snort a line of your cock right before I shove it deep in my throat, I want to lick you ass and even let you piss all over me while I play with my wet cunt. If I’m in the mood I’m going to squat on your chest and unleash a massive log on you piss on you while I finger my cunt. Then I’ll sit my dirty asshole on your cock and ride you over and over while fingering my pussy until I squirt all over you. I’ll keep riding you playing with your balls until you start pumping hot cum deep in my dirty ass. You know how much I love that!  

Blasphemy Sex On a Sunday

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You’ve been having fucked up phone sex with nasty girls like me, but there are still some things that we’ve never done together. The same voice that gets you rock hard sounds even hotter when we’re breaking the taboo of blasphemy together. I know some hardcore phone callers that will talk about the most perverted shit you can imagine, but they won’t touch blasphemy sex with me. It’s alright; everyone has their limits. I happen to get super wet when I get off at the expense of God, Jesus, and the holy fucking ghost. I know how to get you off with it, too, I promise.

Have you thought about being blasphemous? You might get turned on when you read our blogs about religious kink and sacrilege, but you’re scared to go in. I’ll lead you in; I’ll milk your soul right out of your cock. Or I’ll toy with the idea while I talk mad dirty shit about Jesus and his Daddy God. Will you say the words that get you hard? Will you curse the mother fucking son of God while we bring ourselves to unholy release from satanic sex magic? Call this naughty phone girl soon, ok?