I’ve been with my old man since I was a very young teen. My parents were crackheads and would loan me out for crack like I was a rental car. My boyfriend was kind and gentle before he became hooked on crack, too. Now he loans me out for crack and money. For a few dollars, you can do whatever you want with me. You can fuck me in any hole, beat me, bite me… anything. I get abused so much that I’ve gotten used to it and I no longer cry. And I’ve swallowed so much cum that I’ve required a taste for semen. If you don’t fuck me hard and rough, then I can’t orgasm. My head is so screwed up that pain=pleasure. I need a man who fucks me like he trying to kill me. Take all of your anger and stress, and take it out on me.
Tag: Fantasy phone sex
Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
Finding the Best Beating And Fucking
Getting fucked and torture are the best. I hate pansy ass who can not give me the pain I deserve, want, need, or crave. I hear of men beating and fucking women all the time. But damn all my beatings are light. Boring!!! Maybe I am going about this the wrong way. Maybe instead of trying to find a stranger to do these wonderful things to me. Maybe it should be someone close to me that I know. Maybe they would give me the best beating and torture. Maybe my brother I know he is a sadistic son of a bitch. I wonder how he would feel about torturing, beating, and fucking me. You know what I will ask him and if he does agree. Then our first session will become a blog here.
Crazy Or Freaky?
Do you think I am crazy for wanting to be beaten, tortured, and snuffed out of existence? Does this make me freaky? Or maybe Charles Manson crazy? I would even love to my flesh eaten just like on the Walking Dead, where they ate Bob’s foot. I would so fucking enjoy to have a limb removed so I could feel all that pain. And watch you eat it before me. Burning my wound with fire and then fucking the shit out of me as my body is almost numb with the pain. I know most would not understand this fantasy of my mine. And they might make me crazy. But these are the nasty things that make me cum hard in my panties.
Snuff Sex An Abortive Pleasure of Violence
There’s this real fucking whore cunt that I need to torture and snuff sex her and that demon growing inside of her. I decided to grab a couple of my guys and paid the cunt a visit. We pushed our way in and I cold cocked that tramp as the guys grabbed and bound her to the bed posts. I straddled that cunt with my large hunting knife in hand I fucking get wet looking at the fear in their eyes. I cut her clothes off and those fucking panties I really enjoyed cutting off as I teased her clit with the tip of my knife. I laughed as the guys took over and started fantasy raping her holes and beating her as they banged her sloppy whore holes.
I took a coat hanger from her closet and bent it just right as I stood over her laughing I start shoving that thing up her twat and ripped at that thing inside of her. I ripped that demon seed out of her as she whimpered and bled out the guys and I decided to partake in this bottle of champagne she seemed to have chilling for just the occasion.I can call my brother now and tell him it’s done.
Let me introduce you to the snuff phone sex world
Have you ever wanted to open your fantasies up and talk about some snuff phone sex. I love getting beginner callers and introducing them to the world of nasty fun, such as going to get a girl and bringing her home and we would start by knocking her out. Then we would lay her down and get her naked then start by chopping her off all her limbs and throwing them on the grill. All the blood will start getting me really fucking horny, I want to bend over the body let you fuck me super hard baby while the girl just bleeds out right in front of our faces. Before you are going to cum you can go around to her mouth and start fucking her face so her last breath is on your big fat cock.
Snuff Dreams
I had the most wickedest dream last night I had to wake up and write about it. I was coming out of work getting into my car. When all of a sudden I was grabbed from behind and my head banged up against the car door. My body went limp but I did not pass out. Who ever it was threw me into my car, and handcuffed my wrists behind my back. He drove me somewhere I have no idea where. But when we got to where we were going he dragged me out of car. Cuts my clothes off with a knife, even digging into my flesh as he does. He is punching and kicking at my naked body. I could feel the pain in my dream. And it felt amazing. I could feel him raping me with the knife. Gutting my insides. I could actually feel the blood drip out of cunt. Then without warning he snuffed the life right out of me. And that is where I woke up right before my death. And the blood I could feel dripping out of my cunt was my cunt juices leaking as I squirted. Making a huge mess on my bed.
Forced by Gun Point
I was just about to go home with a measly eighty bucks and just take a beating from my crazy old man when a red sedan pulled up beside me. I thought my luck had changed but the passenger pulled a gun out and fear took over my brain. My heels were too high to run so I just got in the back seat. The passenger jumped in the back and pulled his hard cock out. I knew what he wanted and I bent my head down to suck his dick without being told. The driver drove down a dark alley behind an abandoned building. The driver joined us in the back seat and forced me to ride his dick while I jerked off his partner in crime. I fucked and sucked them both until I was a cum stained mess. When it was all over they took my money, forced me from the car, and drove away. When I finally made it home, my boyfriend didn’t believe anything happened and he beat my ass for “telling lies”. I hate my life.
Teen Rape Porn Victim
He told me he’d give me a lift to the next town if I would be a naughty girl for him, and let him watch me play with myself. His thing was voyeurism, and I didn’t think it would hurt anything. It was just touching myself with an audience, and at least he was being up front about what he wanted. When we got to his place, you could tell he had a family, and he brought me straight to what looked like his daughter’s room. He nodded toward the bed, so I took my clothes off and lay down on it, but he immediately barked that he wanted my ass in the air. I got on my knees, face in the bed, and pulled my panties aside. I started to touch myself, trying to get into the mood of it. Slowly, I was getting aroused, and then I was playing with myself for real. I could hear him breathing more and more heavily, stroking his meat, and that actually kinda turned me on. The next thing I heard, he was blowing his load, and I was close. So, I definitely wasn’t expecting his cock to jab into me. He started calling me by some girl’s name, and talking about how happy I’d made Daddy, because Daddy always wanted to fuck his babygirl. He was fucking me and picturing his daughter?! All I could do was lay there and take it, because he had such a grip on my hips that I knew I’d have bruises there tomorrow. The one time I tried to lift my head, he punched me in the back of it, so I didn’t move…
Blood and Tears
My boyfriend wasn’t happy with the small amount of cash I brought home. He showed his displeasure by punching me in my eye. He demanded that I fix steak and eggs for dinner. I overcooked the steak and he yanked me by my hair. I don’t mean to upset him so much, I try really hard to be perfect. My tears made him angry and he tore my panties off and brutally ass fucked me.
“I’ll give you something to cry about, bitch!!”, he screamed.
It hurt so bad I thought he was fucking with razor blades. He pounded my ass hole as blood ran down my thighs. My cries for him to stop only turned him on more. He came inside me and left me bleeding on the living room floor. I need to leave him, but where would I go. It gets really cold on the city streets.
Thanksgiving Snuff Phone Sex
I am excited about Thanksgiving. It will be a snuff phone sex Thanksgiving. I believe in not just hunting for the thrill. I eat what I kill like other responsible hunters. Some people think the world is over populated with deer. I think the world is overpopulated with stupidity. I have been hunting my dinner the past few days. I have a big fat bird named Karen in the basement. She is still fresh. I won’t cook her until Thursday. I have captured a nice companion too. He will make an excellent gravy. The key to a good Thanksgiving meal is patience. I don’t just shoot the first deer I see. I look for one with some meat on its bones. One that looks healthy and not artificial. It is the key to taste. My turkeys are stuffed with the best seasonings too. I make a vegetable stuffing to compliment the meat. Butter is also key. I melt a gallon of butter and soak my catch. The butter makes the skin so soft and tender. Add some pineapple juice and you have one yummy meal. I’m having some close friends over this holiday who have particular tastes. I am a good cook. I have been hunting and killing my holiday meals for a decade now. I have only improved my big game cooking skills. I am not a trophy hunter. You will not see heads on my wall. I carefully prepare my meat and I use all the parts. I grind the bones and innards up for protein shakes. I use the limbs for my own kind of deer sausage. I get to rid the world of drunk fools and tools and serve a fine meal. I have my pretty bird naked soaking in a big pan of seasoned butter as I write. She is going to taste as good as she smells. Who is hungry?