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Toture the Trash Fucker

 

Gothic phone sex

You are a fucking bitch, you nasty whore, you’re a motherfucking troll, I can’t stand to be around you. All you ever do is think about the boorish behavior you want to do. You do some fucking gross shit to people. Bitches like you don’t deserve to be breathing you make my fucking ass feel like a fucking Heathen fuck, you bitch. I hate you I really really hate you I want to throw your head to the motherfucking mountains, and I want to blow you up with the motherfucking stick of dynamite. You’re a fucking nobody and a nothing you make me feel like cutting you up into little pieces. I want to burn you at the stake I want to put you on a cross and barbecue your fucking naked body. I want to stomp you and fuck the mother that had you with a hot iron and fuck the father that poured his semen into that bitch. I can’t take any more of your hot breath breathing are you need to be put down. You’re scandalous tramp, a fucking ingrate, I can’t stand when you are talking or anything else. Fuck your grandpa and fuck you, Grandma, they all need to be put into a pot of boiling water and boil to death. You’re a Despicable fucker you deserve the worst I’m going to give it to you for being born because it’s soon as you were born the world was in danger. I know you did what you did to my sister and she was innocent you fulfilled all you’re rape fantasies with her, and I will get you for it. I am going to make you pay, bitch you need to be fucking trampled over by 1000 fucking hooves. Fucking demon you need to be taught a lesson your devil you’re a fucking nasty bastard. I hate you, and I want to slice you up; I want to burn you with a hot rod bastard bitch. Other people are tricked by your manipulative nature but not me boo I’ve got you I’ve got your card I know your ticket I see what you’re selling. It’s all a big box of trash cause you’re a trash fucker. I’m going to dip you in some oil hot frying oil and let your skin fry off of you. It’s what I’m dreaming of doing all the time. You deserve to be treated like a motherfucking monster because that’s what you are. I’m going to make sure that you get what you deserve entirely and then I’m going to write a book about it because I want to get paid off of your pain. I want a slice you with a straight razor right on your fucking cock and then pour alcohol all over it. I want to hang you upside down and let the blood drain from your body and while I videotape it all. You deserve it no lie I really know you do you’re a fucking despicable piece of trash.

Road Trip

Torture phone sexWe were half way to Vegas when you nodded your head toward a car that had it’s hood up on the side of the road just up ahead.  I nodded back. We slowed down then pulled in behind the car.  Breaking down in the middle of the Mojave Desert in August wasn’t a pleasant experience for anyone.  You walked over to inspect the engine while I made my way to the driver’s side of the car.  She was in there, just staring straight ahead while gripping the steering wheel hard. I introduced myself and she said nothing, she was just gripping the steering wheel harder and harder.  She was sweating like mad.  Her shirt was soaked with sweat and her lips were dry. 

I walked over to my bike, took out a bottle of water from my bag then handed it to her.  Again, nothing.  What the fuck was wrong with this bitch? She finally looked at me and said, “You need to leave, I don’t need help from people like you.”  People like me??? I asked her, “What sort of ‘people’ do you think we are?”  She looked straight ahead again and said, “Bad.”  She wasn’t wrong, but I was actually trying to be nice!  Last time I do that.  I poured the water out next to her door, then tossed the empty bottle into her car.  I walked around the front of the car and told you what she said. You raised your eyebrow then laughed. 

You said, “Fuck her.” We both got on our bikes and took off.  You and I stopped at a little dive about two miles up the road.  Besides the three workers we were the only ones in there. We watched to see if anyone drove by from her direction but they didn’t.  You decided we needed to visit her again.  It was my turn to laugh.  We made our way back to her car.  She was slumped over her steering wheel.  I wasn’t sure if she was even alive.  It had been 119 degrees and she didn’t have any water.  We parked and you went to her window.  She wasn’t faring very well.  I grabbed some water, you opened her door, dragged her out into desert and laid her down.  I lifted her head up and poured water into her mouth.  After a bit she came around. 

Before it had been, “you are bad” now it was “thank you, thank you, thank you”  too late for that cunt.  She should of taken the help offered before.  You helped me put her into the back seat, she thought we were going to help her.  Not this time.  You climbed in on top of her, I smoked a cigarette by the trunk listening as your fists hit her face a few times.  She was screaming, but you were fucking her so neither you or I really cared.  After you were done you backed out of the back seat. 

You took her keys and opened the trunk, she had two gas cans in there.  Both you and I dumped all that wonderful smelling liquid over the car, and when you splashed some on her, she snapped out of the haze she was in.  The begging was getting on my fucking nerves.  You slammed the door shut, then tossed a match inside.  It took a moment but then we had the most amazing bon fire.  We stood there for a few minutes, the smell of burning flesh is horrible, but we wanted to watch. 

You put your arm around my waist and I laid my head on your shoulder.  It was truly romantic.  Finally her screaming stopped and we walked to our bikes, got on, and road away.  It was going to be the best road trip and mini vacation ever.

Taboo Phone Sex: Do You Have a Rare Creepy Fetish?

taboo phone sexBeing a taboo phone sex goddess, I encounter men with all sorts of weird fetishes. Kevin had one that was rare and beyond creepy. Have you heard of Formicophilia? It is a sexual arousal from insects and spiders. I had to look it up when he found me on the dark net. He was willing to pay me good money to make his rare fetish fantasy a reality. I am a sick bitch and a greedy one too, so I booked a session and I went to this farm known for selling all sorts of creepy crawlies. I came back with a few tarantulas. Luckily, I am not like most women. I don’t have arachnophobia. I may not like spiders, but they don’t scare me like they do most women. I took him to my kill shack in the woods just in case this turned into a snuff sex session and I had to get rid of his body. I had no clue if he would have a heart attack or not. I asked him if he wanted some whisky, but he was brave. I made him strip naked. I tied him spread eagle to my bed. I was all set to blindfold him, but he wanted to see the creepy crawlies on his body. He was a sick fuck, but he was paying me $3,000 because he was too much of a wuss to do this himself. I dumped big hairy spiders all over his body. Spiders that could bite him and send him into shock or even kill him. His body trembled, but his dick was hard. This Formicophilia really was a fetish for him. The moment one of those 8-legged freaks crawled on his dick, he started oozing pre-cum. What the fuck? He was aroused from a spider that could kill him being on his dick. He was too sick a fuck to live and reproduce. I let the spiders bite him everywhere. As the one bit his dick, he came, then went into some sort of anaphylactic shock and died with a smile on his face. Good thing I got his money up front. Think you can top his rare fetish?

snuff sex

My Fantasy

My fantasy is to go out with a man that seems calm and pretty pg in the bed. We go out for dinner a movie and then back to his place. But once inside his home he becomes a mean nasty sadistic son of a bitch who just wants to fuck, torture, and kill me. But not quickly I want my torture and eventual death to be slow and painful. I want to be on the brink of death and brought back to life. My cunt will be squirting. I love the hardcore shit. I have fucked so many men I lost count years ago. But the very few men that have been pg in bed I found very fucking boring and couldn’t even fake an orgasm. If you can’t treat me like a worthless piece of a shit whore thanTorture sex I have no interest in you.

Do Me Bad I Like It

Bloody phone sex

 

I’ll give you my body, and you can fulfill all of your rape fantasies with me. You can slice my ass up with your straight razor I don’t care about the pain I deserve it, that’s what I think. Fuck me in the ass with a wire baseball bat I want you to crush me that’s what I want. Am I your desire, are you upset do you feel like you need to get back at someone well take it out on me. I am a worthless whore I am a piece of scum shit all I have ever needed was a good swift kick in the pussy, I like it the abuse is all of my dreams come true. You know what you want to do to me and you know what, I can take it cross any lines that you ever thought of Crossing with me I’m the one your pain slut. Be bad to me be really wrong with me to take off all of my clothes and let go of all of your frustrations. You could cut me you could slice me you can beat me anything that you choose don’t hold back, I’m a slut for it. I’m waiting to be whipped into a bloody pulp all I’ve ever dreamed about was being a nasty stretched out whore I keep having these nightmares of being dragged in the streets and I wake up my pussy is soaking wet from it. I guess you know what kind of girl I am you can have me however you want there are no rules with me just do what you please. Sexy fucking whores don’t know what’s going on, I do though I know you’re going to take advantage of me I want you to. Bash my head in break my fucking jaw I know that I’m the one who deserves it. Don’t you dream about beating up somebody but you only have your wife and she isn’t taking it well bring it to me because I can do it I can take it babe I want you to fuck me up. I’m begging to be treated like a piece of shit and nobody and nothing cuz that’s how I feel every day that I wake up, and I need it. I’ve got such low self-esteem it’s okay to treat me like a mother fucking nightmare fulfill all of your wicked ways. I know you need this so come and get it right now.

 

Evil phone sex

Strangulation Phone Sex Has a Strong Pull

There’s no denying seeing a bimbo like me a male of your status feels an overwhelming desire for strangulation phone sex to get the aggression out of how worked up you get over me. You get these damned visions in your sleep of just going at me and bludgeoning me in the head while fantasy rapining my ass. I’m naked and these huge tits of mine drive you wild as you watch them bounce. You’re so worked up when you awaken that you nearly take it all out on your wife as you fuck her so hard that you can’t bust a nut unless you could strangle the cunt. You nearly wrap your hands around her neck but pull out and take off. Driving down the road still adrenaline pumping you see me walking and obviously a little tipsy. You pick me up and realize you have the perfect victim to play out that sick twisted fantasy and smile nice and big as I get in. How do things proceed?

Strangulation phone sex

Fantasy Phone Sex Gets Dirty

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex can be twisted. I know. I am riddled with dark desires. Sometimes, my dark desires become living nightmares, however. I was getting high with a bunch of guys and we played a game of “Would You Rather.” I said I would rather be gangbanged in a dirty alley than go to jail. I mean, most women would, right? A night of rough sex is better than months, even years of no freedom in my opinion. That has changed. They dragged me outside and decided to see if I really felt that way. They stripped me naked in a dirty alley riddled with trash, glass and hobos. They started gangbanging the shit out of me. I could feel rocks grinding into my ass and back. I think a dirty needle even pricked me. Cocks were rammed in an out of me as I fought and pleaded. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they invited the homeless men over to piss on me and fuck me if they wanted. I had smelly, drunk hobos fucking me. I was covered in their urine. Thank goodness, I was high. It seemed like a bad nightmare more than a gangbang rape porn. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t happen, but the cuts and bruises all over my body tell a different story.

Sexual Depravity

Accomplice phone sexIt seems the tables have turned.  You surprised me instead.  I walked into the house and there you were, with all these little presents all wrapped up with rope awaiting me.  You came over to me with a glass of champagne and I told you I would be right back.  I put something on for you, because there was a certain way I wanted my gifts unwrapped.  When I walked back in, I grabbed my glass then instructed you. 

I decided to make a little game out of the whole thing.  You had already placed the tarps and heavy gauge plastic on the walls and over the windows.  The music was blaring and you had your shirt off.  I wasn’t the only one watching what you were doing, the gifts were too.  Once in a while they would look at me and I would just give then a little smirk.  After you were done setting up, I motioned for you to come over to me.

I told you that for each one you destroyed, I would take off a piece of clothing.  If you did a good enough job, we would even fuck.  You pulled a chair over and I sat down to watch the show.  If the music hadn’t of been so loud I would of been able to hear their screams.  Desperate, ear piercing, and full of pain.  I watched their faces though.  I always watch their faces.

You were in your element.  You deftly dealt with them, one by one, those sweet little gifts were unwrapped in the most delicious and horrible manner.  One by one an article of clothing came off, until I was wearing nothing but my stockings and heels.  As the last of the light went out in the last gift’s eyes I moved toward you.  You pulled me to you and we fucked right there on all the discarded wrapping.

Snuff

Snuff phone sex We went out and I thought you were a perfect gentleman. We ate, danced, and drank for hours. You were making me laugh and feeling great all night long. You help me in your car and into your house. I am so ready to fuck you. I am thinking I am in for a great night of lovemaking. You let me freshen up in the bathroom and when I walk out you backhand me breaking my nose. I fall to the floor screaming “what the hell!” You keep silent and begin to kick me in the face, tits, and stomach. I try to block your blows but I can’t. I am screaming and crying and you start to drag me down some stairs. I can see thru my teary eyes we are in the basement. You throw me up on a table and cuff my wrists and ankles down. I see a shiny object in your hands and before I can tell what it is you start to gut me like a fish.

Torture Sex Nightmare

torture sexI had a torture sex nightmare last night. I woke up in a ball of sweat, scared for my life. You were not very nice too me. In fact, you could have killed me. I think you wanted too but I woke up. I remember we met at a bar. You bought me a lot of drinks. Perhaps, you spiked my last drink, or it was just one too many because I don’t remember leaving the bar. My memory was foggy, still is. I was at a bar with a cute guy then I was chained to a wall in a basement. The first face I saw was yours. You were whipping my voluptuous body and calling me a whore. I was scared but trapped. I acted like a pain slut but that made you whipped me harder. I know I am not the only girl you did this too because I saw the collection of purses in the corner. You have been at this awhile. Somehow, I got away. I may be the only one who got away. Honestly, I thought I just had an awful nightmare, but I woke up this morning and I couldn’t find my purse. Then, when I went into the bathroom, I saw the welts all over my body. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It is just I can’t remember who your were or how I got out.