Fantasy phone sex gives you options and variety, I have a regular that has a fuck ton of realistic sex dolls, it’s like a harem of pussy, he has them in all shapes and sizes, blondes red heads and brunettes, small a cup tits to massive triple digit cups, all with functioning holes, some even have heated insides that feel just like the real thing, tonight we are going to have our way with a big tit red head we like to call Reddz, she has massive double F tits and a juicy round bubble butt, all of her holes are super deep, I love to watch my Master fuck Reddz, she is his favorite. I give him how to instructions when he plays with her, I am trying to teach him how to be rough with the ladies without unaliving them, we have had a few hiccups when it comes to that, Master loves to choke his whores when he cums and sometimes he does not realize his own strength, Reddz is face down and ass up with a leash secured around her neck, as he pounds her fat ass from behind he pulls the rope tighter, I have it set up so if he pulls too hard her head will pop off and fake blood squirts out, he freaks out when that happens because he really does not want to hurt the sluts, but being wrapped up in passion it happens, I love the sex dolls because it is an easy clean up and I don’t have to worry about getting rid of real bodies, that shit is very time consuming. But I think with a little bit more practice Master will be able to choke a real girl without offing the whore.
Tag: Goth Teen Phone Sex
Sex Dolls Dont Die
Bound and Begging: My Deviant Desires
I lie down on the bed, my legs spread wide, offering myself to you. “Suck my tits and finger my pussy,” I command, my voice dripping with desire. You oblige, your lips wrapping around my hard nipples as your fingers slide into my wet cunt. I moan and arch my back, pushing my body towards you, begging for more. And then your cock joins in, thrusting into me with a satisfying thud. I’m a writhing mess of lust and need, my body craving release. And then, it hits me, a tidal wave of orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. I pull you up, pressing my lips against yours in a messy, passionate kiss. “You’re such a good little slut,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing cock.
I can feel every inch of you, the way your cock pulses, the way your hips move in a relentless rhythm. It’s a filthy, messy act, and I fucking love it. I’m your plaything, your toy to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You flip me over, my ass in the air, and you spank me hard, your hand leaving a stinging imprint on my flesh. I yelp, but it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain. You grab my hips, pulling me back onto your cock, and you fuck me from behind, your thrusts deep and powerful. I can feel your balls slapping against my clit with each stroke, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.
“Harder,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper. “Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me cum.”
You oblige, your pace quickening, your cock swelling inside me. I can feel my own orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you cum, filling me with your hot, sticky seed. I scream, my own release tearing through me, my body convulsing around your cock.
Blasphemy Sex in God’s House After Sunday School
Growing up, My Parents were very religious. Church every Sunday, and again every Wednesday night. As I’ve grown up, I’ve now got My Own Beliefs. I just don’t feel guilty by being turned on by Blasphemy sex. It’s naughty, it’s taboo, and it’s fucking hot.I needed to get fucked, and the only way I could see Aaron was by attending church. Let me tell you what fucking happened.
Yesterday, I went to church with this guy I’ve been seeing. His parents make him go to church every Sunday Like mine used too. So He invited me, and I even Dressed up really nice, Nice for me means my ass isn’t hanging All the way out of my skirt.. My Dress was rather low cut, and I wore a push up bra so my tits set kind of high.
When I got there I noticed all the women wore No make-up, long sleeves and long skirts. I am the only slut in here, was my first thought. I Just knew it was one of those crazy, holy roller, snake handling churches. Then, I heard them calling me a whore. Whispering That I was a Slut. Judging me. Expected.
It really pissed me off. But, It didn’t stop there .
Sunday School was boring a fuck, But I Did notice all the teenage boys staring at me. I mean, Im a teen too, But the youth group boys acted like they had never seen a girl in their life. I teased them, sucking on a blow pop the youth Pastor Gave me. I Thanked him, by spreading my legs wide, revealing I wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled, and I winked. Aarons cute, but he is fucking stupid and oblivious. My Cherry red lips, Licking that sucker was making their cocks stick up. I just wanted to show them what sins of the flesh really were. How good it would feel to give in to your sex.
Instead Of Learning about Noah’s Ark, I was wanting to show how they could take me, 2 by 2.
We sat in the front row, so the preacher was looming over us as he did his sermon. He stared at me, narrowing his eyes while he talked about Jezebelles. So, I undid another button on my dress, really making my tits pop out, and licked my Lips while staring at The Man of God giving us the good word. I made him stumble reading the scriptures, and that made me giggle.. I teased Aaron, rubbing his thigh. His mother did not approve.
Bored as fuck, my mind wandered. This church had those kneeling benches and all I could think about was How I could give Aaron the best fucking blow job on one of those. He could sit right on the fucking altar, and I could suck his cock perfectly. I could worship his dick, Like he was a God.
God Of The Flesh
Then, my mind wandered to sodomy. You know these church pews are the perfect height, for being bent over, and getting fucked in the ass. When I said that to Aaron, he burst out laughing. The pastor shot us a mean look. All I could think about was seducing him, he looked like an up tight mother fucker that needed to blow his load, maybe it would make him a little nicer.
I plan to go back, but next time. I’m going to seduce the Preacher.
Cut That Little Blonde Bitch Up
Killer phone sex always makes my murder slut pussy so wet. I love grabbing those sweet blonde barbie bitches and taking them to my little cabin in the woods. My little sisters best friend was the last one. She had long blond hair a flat chest with pink perky nipples and a soft bald little pussy. I still get off at night thinking about what I did to her body. I loved how her sweet tears tasted and how easily I cut her open.
Her sweet blood painted my fingers red as I spread open her new little holes. I told her she would be my next topic on killer phone sex. How so many sick and twisted fucks would love to hear how i tortured her little body and cannibalized her corpse. I can still taste rotting meat on my tongue along with the sweet metallic taste of blood. My pussy gushed from the taste alone. I didn’t even have to touch my pulsing psycho cunt hole. I french kissed her severed skull and looked through social media searching for the next barbie bitch that would entertain me and all my friends on the dark web. This was the only thing that got my evil pussy off.
Gothic phone sex, let’s me connect to spectral lust
Gothic phone sex, here in the cemetery, is the perfect setting for us. It’s a communion, a bizarre symphony where pleasure and pain intertwine in the night. But I’m not the one stroking you—it’s her. The ghost, the last snuff victim, my Daddy Master. Her lust was undiminished by death, and I need some pleasure too. She’s fucking your mind, making your cock throb with a desire that’s both spectral and sinfully real, all to my satisfaction.
It’s not often that I get to enjoy anything; I am told what to do, and I do it, but now and again, I get to enjoy the sensual experiences of those who have passed on. The moon casts a gothic glow through the weeds and tombstones, as we fuck among the graves. I imagine that this was a ritual that’s as old as the spirits themselves.
Ghostly Fantasy phone sex becomes our medium, a bridge connecting the living to the restless dead. This orgasm isn’t just a release; it’s a celebration of sensual blasphemy, a sacred defilement. Fuck it feels so good when those ghostly fingers work up and down on my body and then start to jerk you off. It’s crazy to be stroked off by a ghost and a snuff slave, but it does feel amazing,
Three Twisted Wishes : PT 3
My third and final wish was to have one of her friends fuck her dead body. He didn’t want to and we made him eat out her dead cold pussy before he slid his young hairless cock into her torn up pussy. We laughed at him as he begged us to just stop this his tears sliding down his cheeks. I carved Lucifers sigil into his back and bound him to the dark lord. I let my friends play with his tight asshole and stretch him out like a gay little fuck doll. He screamed as he was fucked by those big black cock. He even had two in his hole at one time. His asshole was stretched so wide it began to tear. Blood trickled down their cocks I walked over and made him cum all over my sisters corpse and smiled evilly at him. i cut Off his cock and balls and sewed him up so he had a hole that the boys could use whenever they wanted. He cried and screamed as he realized what this meant. he was nothing but a fuck toy. He would never free him and at least for now he was going to be our slave.
Twisted family taboo with little Ms. Belle
Mommy made me do it, sucking fuck big daddy dicks that came through. She’d sell me on the side of the road at such a young age that now I crave punishment. She didn’t care give a flying fuck whether I was dead or alive, she just wanted to make some nasty cash of my sweet little fuzzy growing fanny. I was a prized possession of my Evil uncle, taking his rage and rape fantasies out on me ever since I was a little whore.
I got so used to uncle tying me up to the pole out in the back, putting my arms in chains with my legs behind my back, beating me till I pass out in the cold, while my brothers watched, jacking their thin shafts spraying me down with their goey chunk filled cum. Mommy loved to watch, getting off, rubbing her gaping nasty wet sloppy snatch.
You could be my uncle too, your evil sadistic side makes me cream as you make me suffer and cry. You’re my master, nasty with knives, stretching and filling every god damn hole, always leave me dripping in fecal bloody cum. Shred, rip, I need the brutal assault on all my body parts. I need your pain and humiliation loaded inside inside me.
Knife Play Phone Sex Never Catches Me Off Guard
Knife play phone sex brings me joy. I am never without a knife. Usually, I have a few knives strapped to my body. If you cannot tell, I’m a sharp objects fan. I never use a gun. Why? Simple. A knife requires more skill and more precision. Plus, it makes the torture linger. What fun is a quick death?
If you cannot tell, I am a sadist. I talked to a guy last night who wanted to know the real me. Not the persona. But for me, that’s hard to differentiate because I’m not a normal girl. I don’t sit around and do things like paint my nails, go to clubs or pick up random men to fuck. I like horror films, snuff films and mutilating men’s junk. But I also like kidnapping and torturing young girls and women too. I am an equal opportunity sadist.
Last night, all I wanted to do was enjoy some absinthe at the bar and listen to some sisters Of Mercy. And it appeared to be going splendidly until some cunt walked into the bar like she owned it. She did not appear to be a goth girl either. So, no way a vanilla girl could own that bar. She came in bitchy as fuck. And started getting rude with everyone.
I couldn’t let that shit slide on my watch. I can literally get away with murder in that bar and nobody says a word to me. That’s because I take care of the riff raft. And I take care of the cunts and bastards they try to prey on a Goth girls. What you might not know about Goth folks is that we take care of each other. We have each other‘s back.
No Karens Allowed. We Fuck Up Cunts in a Goth Bar
So that fucking Karen walked into her own private hell. And she became a snuff porn star instantly. I tripped her as she was running towards the back yelling at us all. I hopped off my ball stool, grabbed her by her high ponytail, slammed her head into the bar until her nose bled. No one called the police.
In fact, they cheered me on. While the bitch laid on the ground bleeding, trying to get her bearings, I kicked her in the cunt. I took my spiked heel, jammed it into the palm of her hand. Pulled out my knife strapped to my inner thigh and removed a few fingers.
I invited my fellow Goth patrons to trample and kick her too. This bitch did not survive the night. Because she walked into the wrong bar. She had the wrong attitude. And we are all tired of perfect looking Barbie dolls making our lives hell. So, this felt long overdue attribution. Maybe not her specifically but girls just like her.
We completely mutilated the bitch. Turned her body into a pile of flesh. blood and sinew. We don’t wear sensible shoes in a Goth bar. We wear spiked heels and spiked boots and steel-toed shoes. So, we fucked this bitch up with our feet and my knife. We spit on her. Humiliated her. Stabbed her. And completely shredded her into little pieces. Then we fed her remains to the stray cats in the alley.
Snuff sex gives us a cathartic release. So never feel bad about wanting to kill some bitch or bastard. The world is filled with way too many of them anyway. The way I look at it, this is natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Weak bitches never survive around a group of sadistic bitches.
I’m In The Mood For Some Fantasy Roleplay
Roleplay with me baby, I want to play out your deepest, darkest and nastiest fantasies. I want you to use my holes and imagine that little pussy you can’t touch. Make me your young little cum slut. Come into my room while I’m sleeping and slowly remove my covers off of me. Admiring my sexy little body laying there in my cute little panties. Then slowly getting on the bed trying not to wake me yet. Kissing me softly on my thighs up to my nice plumped ass.
Next your rubbing on my clit threw my panties until you see a nice wet spot. Making your cock go rock hard as you began to unzip your pants and take your cock out. Slowly you get between my legs pushing my panties to the side. Rubbing the tip of that fat mushroom head on my wet little pussy. I began to wake up and before I can say anything you put your hand over my mouth. Forcing your weight on me and you big fat cock in me at the same time.
Hunted school girl ripped apart by a jackhammer
Hunted school girl, followed by the evil monster on one mission to rip me apart from the inside out craving to release the fear that fills is nuts. It was a typical day at school, wearing my required little skirt uniform then walking home, that’s when I heard him creeping behind me.
Jumping me, throwing me down, pulled my panties up my ass and took out his anger rage rape fantasies on me in the middle of the street. Pussy lips ripped apart, he stuck his bloody soiled fat finger up my ass so far I can feel them in my back, his cock smashing my stomach. I could barely breathe. Every time I scream, he’d slap my face, pull my hair and tell me to “shut the fuck up little whore”. Every whimper, every tear turned into him into god damn jackhammer. Knees to my chin, getting choked out by my own legs, balls deep with his hands around my neck, choking me. I was in and out my soiled, wet pussy, dripping down, covering the cement beneath me.
I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him inside me, mystery evil fuck with the massive girth growing inside me, the slashing swooshing squirting sounds of juices between us, covered my cries and whimpers while his busted inside my shredded cream filled cooter.