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Snuff Sex Stripper Cunts Last Dance

My first night at my new Stripper job and someone slipped me a rufi in my post gig drink. I was wasted and stumbling in my 7″ stripper heels in Whore Red. Barely able to stand I was hugging the wall to the ladies room, when this strong assertive woman helped me. I was thanking her and slurring… then I was out. 

I awoke in a dank cell like room in someones basement with a collar and chain on me like I was an animal. When I heard deep laughter from behind me I noticed a man and a woman both dressed in leather and wearing masks. The woman came over to me and grabbed my face forcing me to look her in the eyes. “Your Time is Up Slave” was all she said to me and I felt myself getting sodomized and as I started to scream she pulled out a huge Buck knife and slit my throat, severing my vocal chords. Lifeless I fell as I felt the force of his seed erupt into my bloodied and ripped up ass.

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Strangulation Phone Sex Fun

strangulation phone sexStrangulation phone sex? I know, you wonder how that works. A couple ways actually. I love to choke myself. I practice erotic autoerotic asphyxiation. I have an array of scarves I can use around my neck, even a few belts. I know how to choke myself. Of course I prefer you to strangle me. I have this guy who enjoys throttling my throat as I give him head. I masturbated with him. Sometimes I cum right before I pass out. I go to clubs where I can practice autoerotic asphyxiation to hone my craft. But I digress.  I just wanted you to understand that I take strangle fantasies seriously. The other way this works is with roleplay phone sex. I love fantasy calls that result in my dismemberment even death. Why? Because I am a twisted girl with very dark desires. Strangulation phone calls really get me off because I can practice auto erotic asphyxiation while we fantasize about your hands around my neck. I can be your cheating whore woman. I can be the chick that dissed you. I can be the submissive whore that I am. The girls on this site are here for your taboo phone needs. Nothing too extreme or taboo for me; but if you call me for a strangle fantasy, know that I will be wrapping a pretty silk scarf around my neck and rubbing my clit.

Let me be your accomplice

Fantasy phone sexI can be your little accomplice tonight. I would love to go get your little whore of a ex girlfriend and make that bitch remember who she lost. I honestly get so much fucking joy out of making a little bitch cry and scream and beg for me to stop.. We can put her in our van and drive her to the abandon building we found, there we have all  of our toys and things. We can strap her down to the table and slowly drag the razor blade across her fucking pussy to rip off her little clit. Then shove her bloody clit right into her mouth and make her eat it. Then we should rip her fucking tongue out for all of the bullshit she ever said to you. We are going to make that bitch suffer!

Sex with dead bodies

The room is quiet and a little cold. My nipples are hard and makes my nipples rings feel tight and aching. Everything is still; I remove the sheet and climb on top. It’s hard, but won’t stay that way. I squat over the hard cock and start to bounce up and down. Playing with my clit, this is so hot. I pull on one of my nipple rings and bounce even harder.
Suddenly the door opens. “What are you doing in here this is a morgue!” he says. As he approaches, he starts to look aroused. His hands are on my ass helping me get fucked by this stiff cock. He moves my hand from my clit and starts to play. “This has been a fantasy for years.” He says. Cum you dead body fucking, slut. His finger goes up my ass and I start to cum just like that. “I knew that would make you cum, whore. There are 10 more bodies in here with rigor, you better get going.”

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Taboo phone sex with a Black Whore

Taboo phone sex

I was a sweet, innocent girl…before my older boyfriend got a hold of me and introduced my to the street life. He’s a drug addict. My beautiful, black ass is personal piggy bank. He forces me to prostitute to keep him supplied in drugs. My big titties and ass are real money makers. I’m his personal sex slave. He passes me around to all of his friends, and strangers if the price is right.
When we’re behind closed doors, he keeps me on a leash. When I have my leash on, I’m not allowed to stand, I have to crawl around on my hands and knees. And I have to keep my eyes down. If I look a john in the eye that’s an automatic beating. If I don’t make at least $500 a day, he won’t feed me. So I’ve learned to fuck the shit out of any man to keep him coming back for more. You can have me in any hole you want, I’m not allowed to say no. I always swallow cum, I never spit. Let me be your black whore, you won’t regret it.                  Layla

Castration phone sex : The missing jewels

Castration phone sex

After many drinks for Sailor Jack and a couple for me and my Mistress, Jack asked if there was a quiet place that we could all go. Jack was feeling no pain when he got into back of the cab between Mistress and myself, spreading his arms around us both. As Jack leaned his head on the headrest, we played with his belt and zipper. And soon we had his throbbing hard cock out, stroking it with our cheeks and mouths, Jack was in heaven. When we got to the hotel, Jack paid the cab driver. and we all went inside. As we playfully unbutton his shirt, tickling his nipples and belly button, lightly sucking and licking them. We manage to get his shirt off and loosen his belt and pants. Jack’s hard throbbing dick ticked back and forth, like waiting on us impatiently. We got down on our knees and I sucked on his low-hanging balls while Mistress took his rod inside her mouth. Jack moaned with pleasure as he grabbed her head and shoving her mouth down onto his cock, making her gag. He was about to spurt too soon when I nipping him on one of his balls, stopping his orgasm straight in its tracks. We gave him some of our home-made liquor, infused with fruits and whey. He guzzled it down and quickly became drunker than what he was. At this time he was hornier than he could ever remember- just the opposite of what alcohol usually does. But now he was getting physically getting weak and his mind became foggy. He said his legs became weak and tingly and his arms were heavy. He fell to his knees and was out cold. We rolled him over on his back and have our own fun. His cock remained hard and we giggled with glee. Mistress comes to me and kisses my neck, slides her hand down to my skirt. She lifts the front and slides my panties to the side. Her fingers slide into my wet and hot crevice. I fondled her breast  as my other hand also ran under her skirt. We stood there in pure lust for what seemed forever. We were both hot and ready for more. She mounted her wet cunt over his still erect cock and tells me to put my round ass in the air. As she plunged onto his rod, she fingers my ass. Almost about to cum, I stand and sit on his hips. While she rides him, I make our pussy’s and clits rub together. We kiss and we cum at the same time. Jack wakes up hours later. He’s disoriented and in pain. When he tries to stand, he falls back because of the pain. The pain is the worst he’s ever felt. He looks down to where the pain is radiating and notices white gauze and tape around his testicles. His shaking hand goes towards the wrapping and slowly unwraps. He sits there in shock at what he’s seeing. He sees his penis slumped to the side and realizes his balls were gone.

Torture sex, the misunderstood

Torture sex Torture sex to me is not about the pain itself it is about how it makes me feel in a full body way. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Like mental floss so to speak? Maybe it’s like being a cutter I don’t know. This weaving of metal through my back is a lifelong dream. With a Master of pain a lot of pleasure and release can come from such a set of skin piercings. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Women and men who enjoy suspension have described it to me as freeing and mind bending. Pain because absent with the rush of adrenaline. The bar piercing is temporary if you go that way. There also fish hook looking apparel. I just want the rings up my back. I find it so arousing and I think having a master rub ribbon of his choosing through each of them and using them to control me. I can almost feel the orgasm now.

Evil Phone Sex Castrating Methods

I love a chance to explore my desires with evil phone sex, and methods of castration are essential to explore, for me anyway. There is a special kind of fuckwad that castration phone sex is suitable for and I met one the other night. This individual really thought he could push me around! Tisk tisk little did he know he chose the wrong “Bitch” to try having his way with.

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Oh, don’t worry, I did lead him on, of course, and with one plan in mind! I’m going to cut this fuckwads prick off and he won’t see the light of another day! I hate dickheads like him and he will bleed the fuck out! I let him grope at me and acted completely dumb drunk just to make sure I get him to leave with me.

I get him out the door and tell him my ride is around back. The back of this club is a series of old warehouses and I have my set up in one of them for just such an occasion. We start making out and groping hard up against my truck when I push him away and mention we should go back in one of the buildings so I could fuck his brains out. It didn’t require much more than a mention and a tug. We were in my spot and I had his pants open and his unremarkable prick out as his hands were working up my skirt. I stroked his fuckstick a little as I allowed him a few seconds to really get into the heat of the moment. I leaned down and yanked my knife out of my boot and put it to his throat as I shoved him down on a mattress I had in there, covered in plastic already.

His lust, and all the blood flowing to the other head had him somewhat confused as I was straddling him on the mattress. In seconds I had made a quick stroke with my blade across the base of his scrotum and started to bleed him as he screamed.

Fantasy Phone Sex Turned Sci-Fi!

I was freezing. It had been several hours since anyone had driven by, much less stopped to offer me a lift, and I was regretting my choice of roads. Finally, someone drove by, and they pulled off the road several feet in front of me. I did my best to run to the car, which was hard given how cold I was. They opened the door as I reached the rear of the car, and I climbed into the lovely warmth. No sooner had I closed the door, telling them my best thank you, than I felt a slight pinch in my neck.Fantasy phone sex
I woke up to gentle pats on my face. I was completely naked, and I couldn’t speak. No matter how I tried, my mouth refused to cooperate with my thoughts. He told me to step forward, and my body just did it. He asked me my name, and I responded, even as my brain screamed that I would not cooperate. He then told me that I had been sleeping for a week, and that my body had successfully been turned into that of an android. I would do as commanded by him and anyone he gave control of me, and I would never be allowed to argue.

He commanded me to strip him of his clothes and suck his dick, and I did just that. My brain cried out for it to stop, and I could have cried, if he’d left my tear ducts. All that was left of me was my exterior and my brain, and all I could do was suck his dick. Then, he told me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. Apparently he’d left certain parts of my anatomy alone, too, and he shoved his dick into my parted cheeks. I didn’t make a sound, I couldn’t have unless he told me to, even though it hurt. He told me I could moan to moan out my pleasure, and I did that, too. I couldn’t do anything except what he told me, though. My life was officially fucked…

Sadistic Phone Sex Fantasies: Are You My Accomplice or My Victim?

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex fantasies are all I have. My callers fall into two categories: accomplices and victims. Some men just need a sick bitch to help them with their sick fantasies.  I have no limits, so I am a perfect accomplice. Other men know they are pathetic losers who need a strong woman like me to torture and abuse them. I enjoy  being an accomplice as well as being a sick bitch in charge. I am perfect for this kind of job because I don’t fit into the white collar world at all. I am a Goth girl with dark fantasies, very dark fantasies.  Of course, some of the things I blog about are my fantasies, but I have done some things, many things, that would get me arrested. I am no goody two shoes. In high school, I made the queen bitch of the school disappear. I am not going to admit killing her here, but I made sure she could never be found. I have not been back for reunions, but folks still think she just ran away with some sugar daddy. I have drugged little brats in my charge as a bad babysitter for my amusement and for the pleasure of older men with big wallets. I have castrated men for cash. I grew up on a farm seeing sheep and bulls castrated. I even helped.  It is not that different for men. I have tortured a few individuals for my own pleasure and for money. Mostly revenge type scenarios.  I have anally tortured my share of men too. Some begged for it, others just deserved ass rape porn. There really isn’t anything I won’t do if the price is right, but sometimes I encounter folks too stupid to breathe, that I do some charity torture work for free. Are you my accomplice or my victim?