Tag: Fantasy phone sex

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.

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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.

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Snuff Sex Date

snuff sexI 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.

Taboo Phone Sex: What are Your Dark Fantasies?

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are my specialty. I am the girl of your dark fantasies. The one that never says no, even to the things that other women would say no too. I was partying with Josh over the weekend. I met him in a fetish chat room online. He drove to my city and we got a no tell motel to meet. He had some great blow. I didn’t realize it was cut with some sort of hallucinogenic. Acid has never been my thing. He had it planned. We had talked about our dark fantasies. One of mine was to have my ass brutalized until it prolapsed. I am a pain slut. I’ve had lots of rough anal sex in my life, but my ass has never been ruined. Josh did his best to ruin my ass. It’s always been his dark desire to ruin a girl’s pretty little butthole. He handcuffed me, collared me too. Pushed me down on the dingy carpet so my ass was exposed. He had a special baseball bat for the occasion. It had barbed wire around it. He spanked me with it first. The drugs dulled the pain, but it still hurt to the point I puked. When he rammed it up my asshole, I passed out. The pain was worse than 4 cocks in my ass at once. He was shredding my hole. I cried when he slapped me back awake. When I opened my eyes, he was holding the bat in front of me. It was dripping with blood and flesh, my blood and flesh. It was like something out of The Walking Dead. This was beyond what an ass rape porn star would endure. I needed medical help. He left the motel with me bleeding and shitting myself on the floor of the motel. His last words to me, “Be careful who you tell your deepest secrets too, Cassandra.” Ain’t that the truth.

Sis And Me Looking Together

Evil phone sexMy sister and I decided to go out looking for some pervert peeps to get a hold of us. Fingers crossed we will get beaten and possibly killed we hoped. We have the same fetish. We both want to be used, beaten tortured and then killed. Hopefully we get gutted with a knife. We made ourselves slutty as hell wearing no underwear or bra. Short ass skirt and low cut blouse. We got “picked up” by this creepy looking dude. We thought maybe he would be the one to snuff us out. Well we did not get snuffed out but we did we get used, abused, and sent home. Two out of four is not bad I guess. Do not get me wrong we still enjoyed the night. And I am not complaining. I guess I will have to wait a bit longer for my happily ever after.

Fantasy phone sex with Stephanie

Fantasy phone sexDo you wanna use me like a little fuck doll? I would love for you to use me however you would want master, you can make me bleed and scream as you abuse me. I like feeling that pain until I have to bust out screaming. You can use any hole however hard you want, do you think I’m not serious? I am the best pain slut on this site so call me and let me show you how a real good girl acts towards her master. I love being degraded and abused at the same time, whatever will get daddy off you an do to me. I have no limits so you can do whatever goes on inside your brain to me. I will be a good little fuck doll I promise.

Domination Phone Sex: I’m a Human Dog

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what I crave. I need a strong man for some slave training. I got more than I bargained for with Master Teddy. I answered an ad for a fetish model. Although, I am not super model pretty, I am no stranger to bondage modeling. The add called for a woman willing to be subjugated for a series of photos. I have done it before with no pay, so why not for fun money, right? When I arrived at the address that was texted to me, the set looked authentic. Turns out it looked authentic, because it was a real life dungeon. I was trapped. If I got out, it would not be because they let me go. It would be because I escaped, which I did. I think they underestimated this coke whore. I was collared, chained and thrown in a pen with other women. Food and water was on the floor in dishes with our names on it. We were being treated like dogs. It was a human dog fighting ring. We were the bait dogs. I watched a round in fear. I watched a waif of a girl be thrown into the bull pen with the hounds from hell. Within minutes there was nothing left of her but blood and a pile of bodily tissue and crushed bones. My head was held up so I was forced to see the carnage. I had been stripped down into my bra and panties, but no one searched me. I have a pierced clit with a long needle through my labia. When no one was looking, I yanked it out. When I was being walked to the bull pen, I stabbed the eye of the cunt leading me to my death. I ran like a bat out of hell. I escaped through a small basement window.  I ran to the cops, but no one believed a strung out whore like me. They thought I was on an acid trip.

Fantasy Phone Sex & Cosplay

He told me he wanted to be my sugar daddy, and take care of me like no one had before. Well, to a girl who’s spent a few years wandering the countryside, you know that sounded amazing. So, I went with him. He took me shopping, bought me a few new outfits, some new bathing supplies, pretty hair stuff, even a new necklace and ring. Then, he noticed that there were Halloween supplies in the store we were in, and decided to take a look. He found the most beautiful Belle costume, and decided to get it for me. When we got back to his place (and it was a gorgeous home), he invited me in, told me I could pick a room, that it would be mine. I’d hardly picked one and been allowed a few minutes to get my stuff put away before he came in asking me to try on my costume. He helped me do the back up, and then wrapped my hands with zip-ties behind my back. Fantasy phone sexHe carried me back downstairs to the living room, where he made me stand still long enough for him to put shackles where the zip-ties had been, and shackled me to the arch of the entry-way. He put a chair there for me to kneel on when my feet got tired, but pulled my panties off before I could make use of it. He tied the back of my dress up, and started smacking my ass cheeks, telling me what an ungrateful bitch I’d been, not saying “Thank you” even once, what with all he’d done for me. He stuffed a butt plug in my ass, smacked it a bit more, and then left me there for a few hours. When he came back, he brought who appeared to be a homeless guy back, and told that guy I was fair game, as long as the costume didn’t get messed up. His dirty hands were all over my ass and pussy, and then he was inside me, pumping and grunting. He shot his load off, and still kept going….

Torture Sex Doll for Abuse

torture sexI love torture sex as a pain slut. In real life, I don’t want my pretty face maimed or my hot body carved up. I also don’t really want to die. I just want to wish to be killed because I cannot take the pain any more. When it is fantasy, we can get as violent or deadly as you want. Thinking about that kind of excruciating pain makes my whore holes wet. Guys ask me all the time, what do I have at home to hurt myself with. They think this is nothing but fantasy for me. I have a few devices e that every pain slut like me should possess. It is my chest of horrors as I call it.  I have impact toys like a paddle, belt, cat o nine tails and a riding crop. I have bondage tools like handcuffs, rope, zip ties, duct tape, dog collar, chains and electrical wire. I have several types of gags: funnel, ring and ball. I have a large array of insertable toys: vibes and dildos of varying sizes, butt plugs, anal hooks, pony tail and speculums. I have nipple clamps. I also have a diverse collection of piercing instruments: needles, hat pins, safety pins, veggie skewers, nails, tacks and an ice pick. Did I mention I have other things like ice, cigars to burn my girl parts and weights for my tits and my clits? I am a true pain whore. I just need a strong, sadistic man like you, to tell me just how to hurt myself for his pleasure. I am waiting on the couch like a good submissive whore for you to take control.

The Belt

Sadistic phone sexI was so scared walking towards my front door. I didn’t make enough money to keep my crackhead boyfriend high all night. I opened the door and handed him all of the money I made from hooking up and down the boulevard. He counted the cash with an evil snarl on his face. He threw the cash at my face then slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor. He spit on me and relief briefly flooded through my body. I thought his tantrum was over, but I was so wrong. He gripped my hair in his fist and dragged me upstairs like I was a rag doll. He flung me towards the bed and pulled his belt from his pants.
“Get your fucking clothes off NOW!” , he demanded.
I took my clothes off and he started whipping me with his belt like I was a runaway slave. He hit me over and over again, each last worse than the one before. He hit me until his arm got tired. With welts all over my body, I curled up into a ball and cried myself to sleep.