Taboo phone sex is what I do best. I get too fucked up to do vanilla calls. I have had too many submissive experiences to do vanilla type calls either. I had a long caller last night. We were getting high together. When I do lines of coke, I can’t fake shit. Coke brings out my freaky side. Since I am always high, I am always a freak. I have this horse thing with a dildo attached to it. I use it to give sex shows to dealers and my sons. My caller was asking about the type of things I have in the house to fuck myself with and I told him. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it was a trap. Once he heard me describe all the objects I have used on myself, he wanted to channel my inner ass rape porn star. I was high; faking it was not an option. I ended up bouncing on my dildo saddle contraption while fisting my own cunt. Thank god for speaker phone. He was describing all the violent things he wanted to do to me while I impaled my ass on a 13 inch dildo with my fist in my cunt. Not sure how I managed that level of multi asking fucked up, but I did. I gaped my own holes. Normally, others destroy my holes, but I told you I am a nasty fuck slut when I am high.
Tag: Fantasy phone sex
Sadist Boss?
phone I had an interview for a job at a lawyers office. To tell you the truth I heard that the boss was a sadist to his female workers. I was not sure if the rumor was true. But I applied in hopes it had some truth to it. I wore a low cut shirt including a push-up bra. And a very short skirt that when I bent over my ass was showing. Oh and no panties to get in the way. Sitting across from him he looked very clean cut, and the clean-cut ones are the most wicked. He was eyeing up my slutty body telling me I had the job but I needed to pass a few more test. Do you want to know what these test where? Give me a call hun I would love to share with you.
Snuff Movies
He asked me if I wanted to make snuff movies with him. He asked, but I knew I could not say no. He is not the kind of man you refuse if you want to live. He is a violent man. He has a cool demeanor about him. On the surface, he appears normal, but don’t do as expected or as told, your body will never be found. Even if you do what is expected and do as you are told, there is no guarantee you will survive. He is a dangerous man with particular fetishes. I didn’t want to be with him. His reputation is frightening. No girl ends up with him because they want to be with him. He is not a choice. Girls are sold or traded to him because even men are afraid of him. He has the power and money to make anyone disappear. I was with him because he likes tall busty blondes. I was with him because my boyfriend gambled me away in a blackjack game that he never had a chance of winning in the first place. Now, I am in a basement having snuff sex with a man who makes my skin crawl. My fuck holes are being ravaged until they are destroyed. Any day now, he will grow tired of hurting me; he will become bored with my used up body. I will end up disappearing like all the other blonde buxom women before me. Not sure how I will die, but I am sure it will be violent. His dungeon is filled with the sort of devices that would give Stephen King nightmares. Whenever I die, it will be brutal and bloody. No one will ever find my body, because nobody will be left to be identified. My guess is he will eat my remains and shit me out for breakfast.
What Are Your Killer Phone Sex Fantasies?
Killer phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I like helping men snuff out the lives of bitches. We all know a bitch or a cock tease that doesn’t deserve to live, right? Who do you want to kill? I can be a hit girl, but I prefer that you enjoy the kill with me. Trust me. You will regret it if you are not there to see her die; to see her tortured. The thrill of the kill is addicting. I killed my first person before I was out of high school. Been killing ever since because I love the thrill. I love the money too. Crime pays. Last night, I met up with Chris. He had a snuff sex fantasy of killing a young girl. It is a common fantasy. Just not every man can afford to make it happen or knows where to find the right accomplice. He knew where to look and he had the money to buy what ever sick thing he wanted. I found him sexy when I discovered his victim was a very young girl who was also his niece. He has been fucking her little bald cunt for years. Just now, she is old enough to tell daddy who has been hurting her little girl parts. He wanted one last moment with her, then he wanted her gone. Knowing that she was going to die after this fuck, made him go savage on her tiny fuck holes. She was wailing and crying so loudly it made my pussy wet. He tore her fuck holes up. It didn’t matter that he bloodied her holes. It didn’t matter that her insides were hanging outside because it was the last fuck of her life. I slit her throat and we used a bathtub of lye to destroy her little body. She will make good mulch. A missing young girl with no body is always blamed on the sex slave trade. Who do you want to make a snuff porn with today?
Three whores and a small dick
Yeah 2 girl phone sex is fun but our small cock of a caller was feeling adventurous and wanted to have three young whores to play with instead. He’s been coming into the strip club for awhile and spends a decent amount of money but there have been some pretty crazy rumors swirling around about him. Hazel, Petal and I wanted to fuck with him and find out once and for all if all that embarrassing gossip is really the truth or not. We brought him back into the VIP room with us and served him some drinks to loosen him up a bit. He had quite an attitude with us at first, guess that’s what happens when you have a dick that’s smaller than a fuckin Vienna sausage. Petal grinded her sexy body on his lap and couldn’t feel a god damn thing lol… Hazel and I didn’t believe her at first when she said that she literally felt no cock in his pants whatsoever so obviously we had to get in on this roleplay phone sex and find out for ourselves. Holy fuck…. Petal wasn’t lying!! Hazel started dying laughing trying to feel around on his lap and when I went to touch there was definitely nothing there. We needed a few other opinions to make sure that what we were seeing and feeling was correct so we brought in some of the big black bodyguards who work at the club. Devonte, Andre and Jamal all have huge monster cocks, wayyyyy bigger than what this pathetic white boy has hiding between his thighs. To add another twist to this madness, this bitch also loves to be humiliated and degraded for having such a pathetic excuse of a dick. We decided to really up the ante and have him stand next to our three black beasts so we could compare their huge meat logs to his sorry ass chode. He was so turned on by those BBCs that he got on his damn knees and started licking and kissing all over their shafts while we fed them to him! Petal, Hazel and I didn’t hold back or have any mercy as we shoved them down his throat. He looked like such a loser, we all took out our phones to document it going down.. it was a sight to remember! He guzzled every drop of their huge cum loads with pride, it was easy to see that he has done this many times before! All it took was some dirty fantasy phone sex to find out the truth about this small-dick man, if you even wanna give him the dignity of calling him a man… he’s more like a disgusting roach that’s wasting space with his existence on this planet!
Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies
I have a secret. I have bloody phone sex fantasies. Maybe I watch too many horror movies. Or, perhaps I know I am a worthless whore. I love to die a gruesome death. In my real life, I am a pain slut and subby bitch. I like BDSM games and rough anal. I even like breath play and mummification. When it comes to fantasy, I go even darker than my real life, because it is a virtual death. When I am fantasizing about my demise, it is gory and violent. I want to go out with a bang! I have many snuff sex callers. It appears that many guys want to kill me and kill me brutally. Men need whores like me. I can be any bitch a guy hates. Or, I can be just me. Have you ever seen the Hostel movies? That is my biggest fantasy. I get wet thinking of being sold for someone’s darkest desires. I did a fantasy call last night that had my pussy dripping wet. I was kidnapped at a Rave and I woke up in a factory warehouse on an auction block. I was sold to the highest bidder and then put in a cell to await my fate. My fate was brutal and graphic. I was tortured for hours; slowly dismembered until I was a torso. Then I bled out as I got skull fucked. My caller was very detailed in the different objects he used to take off a limb. He even described the blood trajectory. I got super horny dying such a violent death. I scared my neighbors screaming so loudly. They thought I was really in danger and called 911. I had to explain to the cops that I was just a fantasy phone sex operator and no real harm had come to me. I promised next time, I wouldn’t scream so loudly, but I am sure I will break that promise soon.
Snuff My Life Out
phone sex,I want you to come to my house and do so many nasty things to me. I want you to destroy all 3 of my holes. Tear the shit out of them making them a gaping mess. Take a knife and gut me, but don’t kill me just yet. Make the knife hurt as you dig into my flesh releasing my blood. I also crave a good old fashion beating. With all the kicks, and fists you can spare for my worthless body. I have a gas stove and lots of metal objects you can use to brand me. Get as nasty as you want. I need to explode before you give me the ultimate pleasure by snuffing out my life.
Snuff Porn Dismemberment
I was meant for snuff porn. That is what he said. I was powerless. He had me bound and gagged. I was on my knees shaking. I knew my death was near. When I was grabbed, I immediately thought sex slave trade. He made it clear that I was too old and used up to get money for sex. He explained that he had a client who desired a woman like me for something far more nefarious. When his client made his presence known, he was wearing an executioner’s outfit. Full leather mask obscured his face. He was holding some ancient axe. Snuff sex was eminent. He wanted me to beg. It was some sick game to him. I have been in many bad situations. Perhaps this was just a sick fantasy designed to scare me. I offered up my body. I thought I could at least make his rape fantasies come true. He didn’t want my body. Well, he didn’t want it for sex. He wanted to dismember me, watch me cry and watch me die. He chopped off my arms first. Blood squirted everywhere. I felt faint. The pain was extreme no matter how hard I tried to use mind control to subdue it. Next came my legs. I was a bloody stump, barely breathing when he skull fucked my dying body. The last thing I remembered was swallowing his cum before I took my last breath.
Suzie Homemaker
I know I look so prim and proper. Just like Suzie Homemaker. But really I am a nasty slut. I like to be brutalized. The harder you pound on me and tear my flesh up. The more I fucking squirt. Pulling out a knife to use on me is like pulling out a dildo for the average slut. Beating the shit out of me is foreplay I fucking love. Are you one of these dirty men who can make my flesh bruise and bleed before you fuck me? Can you strangle me so tight I fucking pass and you don’t stop fucking me? And to wake me up you punch me in the gut and bitch slap me in the face. There is an evil submissive slut lurking beneath this normal look.
Young Black Hooker
My parents sold me to their drug dealer for a few rocks when I was really young. By then I had already been fucking grown men to keep my parents high. There are three consequences to selling drugs you either end up dead, in jail or hooked on your own supply. My owner got hooked on crack and I was his personal money machine. He would make me sleep with strangers for money. Sometimes these men were very cruel. My old man had a knack for finding men that needed to hurt me to feel pleasure. One of these men tied me down and bit me all over my body like I was a chew toy. And another whipped me until I had welts all over me. It didn’t matter that these men hurt as long as my boyfriend got paid. Every day that I wake up is part joy because I’m alive and part dread because today may be my last.