I was having a hot shower after having sex with a smelly john. The hot water felt so good hitting against my flesh. I was also enjoying a few moments of quiet reflection when my man burst into the bathroom. He pulled me from the shower by my hair also causing the shower curtain and rod to come crashing down. He dragged me into the bedroom and flung me against the wall. He pulled his leather belt from his pants and started beating me.
I cried out, “Why, why, what did I do!”
But he wouldn’t answer me. He just kept swinging his belt. He always waits for me to be in the shower to abuse me. He knows that wet flesh equals more pain. Over and over again he hit me with his belt until my body was covered in welts. I found out later that I got beat because of a dirty cup left in the sink, his dirty cup.
Tag: Fantasy phone sex
A Cup in the Sink
Evil Phone Sex: Killer Couple
I have always had a thing for couples. There is nothing better than have the wife lick my pussy as I ride her face, as her husband fucks my pussy and then my asshole. I get so wet when my holes are stuffed with the wedding bells of bliss and then I slit the throats of the unsuspecting victim. The wife’s blood drips all over the bed as the husband and I fuck in her warm sticky blood. The poor unsuspecting thing not realizing that her husband and I had met at the bar a few months earlier and had the whole thing planned. I had been waiting to have her tongue in my pussy knowing full well I was gonna play with her husbands cock in the dripping wet and warm blood flow from her neck. I watched her husband eyes fill with delight as he watches the blade rape across her flesh exposing the underneath tissues. Oh what a killer couple we are.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Drugs
I wish I’d known then what was in store for me. I wish I’d known what a horrible man he was. He’d stopped and offered me a ride. As we were driving, he started telling me how he was a fine-art photographer, and he had an idea for this new series, and how I’d be perfect for it. He promised me money as soon as he finished his shoot, and a percentage of profits he made from it. Well, hell, I jumped on that offer! Who the hell refuses money? When we got to his place, he offered me a drink while I changed into my favorite outfit. By the time I finished changing and walked back into the living room, my drink was waiting for me on the counter. I chugged it, since I was dying of thirst. We talked for a bit before the room went fuzzy and ultra-bright, and my body was very weak. He picked me up and carried me over to the couch, draping me over it with my ass in the air. He pulled my dress up so that my ass cheeks and panties were on display. I couldn’t even cover myself, and then he was taking pictures. I don’t remember much after those first few camera clicks, except hand massaging my ass cheeks, a finger at my clit, and then it was all black. That was 3 days ago, and I’ve only been awake for the last hour or so. My body is sore and full of what looks like puncture wounds, my pussy and ass feel like they’re ripped, my tits hurt, and my mouth is cottony. I wish I could remember what happened!
Whip my cunt
I love spreading my legs open wide as I peel apart my cunt lips, giving you the perfect view of the inside of my pussy walls while we are having roleplay phone sex. All beaten and battered, you drop to your knees with your mouth-watering as you gaze up into my slutty and wet little slit. I am so beat up and bruised from getting fucked like a filthy whore all night long, I want you to make me feel even more pain and tenderness than I already do! Get your leather whip out and tie my legs to both ends of the bed, stretch me open wide so that you have a gaping cunt ready to be played with! With full force, whip my clit as hard as you can! Make that leather snap against my skin, I want it to sting badly! My clit will eventually start to bleed and when it does, whip me harder! Don’t stop, make me beg for mercy for you to have some remorse for me. You won’t though, you know how badly I deserved this lashing! Just like how a naughty snuff cum slut deserves to be lashed at!
Snuff movies are his fave
snuff movies are his fave, yesterday he brought all the guys over and made sure I showed them what I have learned, I had to take a cock in my mouth and was made to gag on it til I threw up all over. It was pretty gross but I have no choice but to do everything he tells me to do, I have to recreate scenes for his own enjoyment, if I have an issue with it he will have his way with me and struck me with his whips and makes sure his evil wife fist me til I am in so much pain and there’s a puddle of tears , I have to make every recreation of every scene as best as I can, I sometimes have to redo scenes because that’s what my master craves, he loves to watch me get pins on my tits and pussy lips, and loves to gag me and make me cry, He is getting so wicked and its all because of all the torture porn he watches.
Gothic Phone Sex Rite on Friday the 13th
Tonight’s the night for some all out Ritualistic sacrificial gothic phone sex fantasy play. I’ve the perfect prey chosen to take captive and use for some torturistic rituals in an old abandoned church. With crucifixes and holy water/ vodka cocktails, and young virginal blood. We’ll rape fantasy the little bodies into bloody corpses as we slice at the young tender flesh and commit some extreme sinning and boozing.
I love to get wasted as we perform the blasphemous drunkard ceremonies reciting the fucking bible and laughing into the faces of the victims we will be offering to the evil fuck gods of our own sinuously sinister imaginations. I want to rub that virginal blood on me and then fuck like wild beasts into the midnight hour and beyond. Let us pray that the gates of Hell open and grant us access into the world of defilement and snuff.
Rape phone sex fantasies: Confession of a Fantasy Rapist
I almost got busted with my buddy the other day. We have a freaky fetish of getting off fantasy raping handicapped and physically challenged individuals. His favorite are quadriplegics and women who are paralyzed from the waist down. He has told me he enjoys when they fight a little bit with their hands, but their legs are paralyzed so they cannot run away. If they start getting to feisty I will hold her arms for him as he enters her pussy and asshole until he comes all over, sometimes I will hold her head so he can jizz all over her face.
Now me personally, I like to watch him and participate in the assaults on the ones who are missing all four limbs. At this point, they are completely exposed and they cannot fight back except for biting and that’s an easy fix with duct tape or a ball gag. Every single hole is exposed and he can fuck either hole while I sit on her face and she cannot do a damn thing.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Fuels Evil Intent
I know what fuels those rape phone sex fantasies of yours, it’s seeing a hot fake slut like me ignoring the fuck out of you and spreading it for those niggers with huge dicks. You just want to beat the fuck out of me and pound every one of my hot violated and defiled holes to your angers content. You will likely beat my pretty face to a pulp as you drive your viagra fueled hard on like a god damed jack hammer in my cunt and ass. You’ll pull my head up by my hair and drive it, face down into the pavement and thrusting harder and deeper with every scream or whimper of pain.
Your wear those big heavy metal rings of yours and cunt punch me and fist the fuck out of my ass. I’ll scream and you’ll just knock me over the head with a bottle of booze, so hard the bottle breaks and my skull cracks. Fainting from shock as I bleed out you finish in my bloodied fractured eye socket then leave me in the woods to the wildlife.
Taboo Phone Sex Fascinations
A taboo phone sex fascination is what it takes to get you off, and I’m the Evil Mistress that your loins throb for. I will suck you blind and drain more than those balls, your will is only a part of what you’ll be giving in to. I will destroy you mother fucker and that god damned cock of yours, well if it’s lacking the ability to please me, then you best expect it to be cut the fuck off. I don’t play nice nor do I fucking let asswipes fuck around with me, your all in or fucking be prepared to perish you god damned piece of shit.
I’m the last attempt at pleasure you may have if you approach me in the wrong way. You haven’t a fucking clue how I will tear your shithole up with my mother fucking stainless steel fuck rod. If you can please me and are a demented mother fucker then we can talk. I love taking in a good ol’ old fashioned home invasion and slaughter the whole god damned household. I think a nice female frat house is on my menu for the weekend. I would love an accomplice to help me fantasy rape all these dumb bitches. You must understand I am all blood and fucking gore baby.
Snuff Sex Date
I love snuff sex. I am a predator. I like to hunt, kill and fuck. I have this game I play with myself where I go shopping for a date. By date, I mean a man I can fuck then kill, like a praying mantis. Last night Earl was the lucky victim. I hunted him from Starbucks. He was a hipster douche bag. Cocky, rude, self entitled, everything I hate about society. He ordered a large order of fancy blended drinks, made the rest of us wait for our plain old coffee, was rude to the baristas and on top of all that, he didn’t tip. I followed him to his office then to his house. I studied him for a few days, then unGothed myself a bit to strike his fancy and hit on him. Men are weak for a bold woman. They never say no to free pussy. Predictable idiots. Back at his place, I slipped him a roofie. He woke up tied to his bed spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. I was sharpening my knife when he awoke. I loved the look he had when he saw my knife. I told him he was out of his league because I don’t fuck douche bags. I informed that I do cut off their dicks so they cannot reproduce. We need less assholes in the world, not more. He was a grade A tool who would breed more grad A tools. Once his balls were a pretty purple color, I sliced off his nuts. He was bleeding. He was also crying like a baby. I could have stopped the bleeding, but I hated him. I wanted him dead. So, I left him there crying like a baby to think about being nicer to people. I saved his pathetic balls as a trophy.