I have a kidnapping phone sex story for you. I was hitchhiking to a rave last night. It was raining. I have no car, but I will give head for a lift. This nice old man picked me up. He didn’t seem dangerous. He didn’t want a blow job. He just wanted to make sure I got to wherever I was going safely. He offered me a bottled water and that is where things get muddled. I woke up in a cage. I was naked and covered in something slimy. I asked what it was, and he told me butter and olive oil. He was a kinky fuck. I asked him to let me go, but he said I was staying for dinner. Something felt off. I mean if he wanted me to have a meal with him, why cage me. Then I saw what looked like a pile of human bones in the corner. OMG. I was the dinner. I panicked and pleaded with him to let me go. I told him I would be a good sex slave for him if he just spared my life. He pulled me out of the cage and dumped me in a big pan with seasoned veggies and potatoes. He said only stupid cunts take a ride from a stranger, then he added that stupid cunts make great meals. That was the last thing I heard him say before he shoved me in the oven.
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My Cannibalism Phone Sex Desires
Do you have cannibalism phone sex fantasies? I do. I think I would make a tasty meal. I am thick and juicy. Nice round rump, thick thighs. My fantasy is that you kidnap me. Maybe I am hitchhiking or perhaps you spot me at a bar or at the mall and think I look delicious. I have no clue about your plans to consume my flesh. When you start talking about how thick and juicy I am, it goes over my head. I think you just like a woman with meat on her bones. You know more cush for the push. You spike my drink, which makes me very sleepy. The next thing I know, I am naked, and you are rubbing my body with olive oil. I think it is some type of makeshift lube for your cock, but you ae putting it all over my body. And it its mixed with some seasonings that smell strong and good. I see the big pot of boiling water and I wonder what is for dinner. Honestly, I am still clueless that I am dinner until you carry me over to the pot. I see the chopped up veggies in the pot. It is not until you submerge me in the hot seasoned water, that I understand I was kidnapped to feed you. It makes my pussy wet to know you will consume my flesh. I hope you find me delectable down to the bone. Eating my flesh would make a hot snuff porn.
Snuff Porn Will Be Their Final Roles
To be so young and naive with wide eyes and sweet little holes that need defiling. I guess when your a young and desperate mother, especially when hooked on smack and unable to care for the filthy offspring she popped out in her teens, it’s a relief to be offered money for that responsibility to be removed from her. I love trolling the crack houses looking for desperate addicted mommy whores willing to sell me their brats for my starring roles in snuff porn.
Toss the hoes a few bucks and some special smack to feed their needs and I have my money back and an extra piece of trash to destroy in my latest snuff debut. I bring that skank into the warehouse and toss her brat over to their temporary caretakers and the nearly dead already whore over to the filming stage. This filthy bed with metal frame is the perfect backdrop for the scene. A filthy street skank that’s barely legal gets cut up by brutal giant cock wielding creatures that slice her throat as they rip into her ass and filthy cunt making the whore scream and this really gets hot. They ravish her into a useless pile of flesh and then carry her off and toss her into the incinerator.
Oh and we have more fun with that young offspring of hers later.
Ass Rape Porn Little Sluts
I love being an ass rape porn star. The more my ass gets fucked and ruined, the more gigs I get. Everyone wants to hire the girl that will take anything or anyone up her ass. I answered a casting call for an anal sex whore. The ad clearly wanted a seasoned whore because it said ass virgins need not apply. I have been taking cock up my ass since I was daddy’s ass slave. When I showed up to the casting call, I was expecting to fuck the director or at least the casting guy. I was hired on the spot. The director had seen my work. He was even hoping I would audition. This was not going to be a mainstream movie. This was a private movie being made for one viewer. I didn’t care if I got paid. I should have let that be a red flag, but I let the Benjamin’s distract me. The next day I showed up at some remote mansion. I met an older Greek man name Nick. He showed me the room where the filming would be. I was shocked to see 6 very young girls tied up and gagged. They appeared to be sex trafficked girls. They were looking at me for help, but I knew if I tried to let them go, I would be killed. This shit was real. The premise of this home movie was that I was the head mistress at an anal training school for young girls. I told myself to focus on the money. When I started force fucking those young asses with dildos and beer bottles, I got super wet. I have my own rape phone sex fantasies. I tore those little buttholes up. They were bleeding and prolapsed. The young girls were crying and screaming, which made me wetter and our patron harder. After a few hours of force fucking those asses, they were primed for his dick. It felt good to be on the other side of the pain for once. Nick is having me come back to help him train some more little trafficked whores. I can’t wait.
Fantasy Phone Sex Calls Of Murderous Tales
I’m a beautiful barbie with perfect fake tits and a tight but luscious body that is so perfect it makes you very hateful, to the point of violence. Your fantasy phone sex vixen for quenching those needs is right here for you to kill the glimmering hope of stardom in these eyes. I will answer your ad for that starring role in your non-existent film and show up completely vulnerable and desperate. You drug my beverage and render me even more useless than I already am. I can’t fight, I rarely say no, and I am always get caught in a bad situation. I am your dream victim especially since I have laughed at your advances in the past and you have a massive hateful grudge towards me and from your gathering of intel on me you know just how to nab this fly in your web.
I’m incoherent and stumbling in my heels trying to gather myself to leave when your hand covers my mouth as your shoving a knife in my spinal cord. You catch me as I fall and cut my barely there dress from my body. Gazing upon my nude perfect tits you get violent and start stabbing repeatedly at them in a sort of violent rage. I’m unable to react as my life drifts from my body. Your cock is fucking hard and you take your trophy cunt and fuck me continuously over the span of the night as my body grows cold you can’t get enough. I am nothing.
Accomplice Phone Sex Makes Me Fucking Wet
What really turns on an evil cheerleader babysitter type? Accomplice phone sex for sure! I can’t help but get really turned on in the heat of the moment when the murderess fun starts to go down. I have a weakness for inflicting pain and sorrows on others. So when I met up with this guy for drinks and he was going off about the bratty whore of an ex and what she deserved to have done to her, I was all tingly with anticipation.
I got my knife out and started caressing the blade thinking of a million uses for it with the main focus being some dumb whore. How many places to cut, carve and stab. I contemplated the insertion of such a blade into her slut gash and how much fun it would be to violate her with it. I can’t help but love to play with my knife. I was super horny and we went back to my place to fuck, The whole time I drilled him in what he wanted to do to that whore. I wanted him to fuck me with the horrific details and the finale being when we sever her head and he gets to skull fuck her in he many head holes.
He Made It Happen
He was just another useless grunt at the bike shop and would not stop yapping about his need for pussy and for how much pussy he had or pussy this tits that and I was over his dumb ass. I decided to pull him into the office for the ride of his life… or is it death? Nevermind all that, just know that I gave him some fucking torture sex pussy that he would never forget. I am a sadist and as I rode that cock I beat the living hell out of him. I scratched him til he bled I fucking slapped and punched him and followed that up with some near death strangulation. I didn’t want him to live and he totally had this coming. I left this fucker to die with blood everywhere as I stabbed him as I rode his cock and made sure to really have him bleed out. It was exhilarating.
Domination Phone Sex Jezabel
Domination phone sex with a true Jezabel. Yes, I live up to my name. I love wealthy guys with a grudge and I know how fucking sexy and sweet my hot twat and pucker ass is. I love when my bank account is flooded with money because I arranged some rich man’s wife to be kidnapped and ground into my next bbq recipe. Not before I had his daughter violated right in front of her on camera! Sweet young taint is a favorite of mine because I can lure them so easily. And if I am hired to snuff out a wive or girlfriend I normally take the mans daughter and have her gang banged and mutilated as my tip so to speak. That’s the Jezebel part of the domination games I play with wealthy men. Come See what all the cum inducing bloody phone sex is all about baby. Let me dominate that wallet and manipulate you into giving me sweet cunny to destroy and roast up and feed you. Your young ones never tasted so good before and after I am done with them. I will slice and dice as long as you make sure that dick can cum for me as a marinade to your sweet guilty pleasure.
Porcelain Snuff Doll
I could still feel this hard cock and cold blade all over my skin and inside me. I always played with dolls when I was younger, but I never thought I would be used as someone’s doll. A few of my friend on the cheerleading squad convinced me to use my fake id one more time this summer, and go to this rocker club. It was so not my scene, but it was an excuse to dressy slutty and drink. We arrive, and I can feel the stares we are getting. I guess we came on a night a metal band was playing, but the music wasn’t bad. The club was packed, and I lost my friends almost immediately. I said screw it and decided I was gonna have fun regardless. I danced like everyone around me, kind of just tossing my hair around. I noticed a guy staring at me. He was a huge man covered in tattoos, and he wore his hair long in dreads. He was kind of cute in an emo way, but the way he was staring at me made me squirm. I needed fresh air, but I will never forget the lyrics as I walked out the door, “you’ll still love me, dead or alive.” I walk out to the alley on the side of the club. Then I feel strong arms around me, and I feel a rough rag over my nose and mouth. When I breathe in I smell nothing but chemicals. Everything starts slowly slipping I try to scream but I can not manage to get any noise out. The whole world went black, and when I woke up I had no clue where I was. I took a minute to look around me, I could tell I was in an attic. The walls were a light pink, and I was surrounded by dolls. The dolls porcelain faces all seemed to be staring at me. I looked up and saw the man from the club. He asked if I would be his little doll for life. I screamed at the top of my lungs, only for him to slit my throat. The last words I heard was him telling my I would make a better doll without a heart beat. The last thing I felt was his cock going into the slit in my throat as it gushed blood.
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Solve Your Problems
You can tell me your killer phone sex fantasies. I know they consume you like they do me. I talk with guys that have fantasies like mine. Sometimes I get to provide some sadistic therapy to men who have an annoying problem like a brat or a wife, maybe both. I spoke to a guy last week who wanted to get rid of his pregnant girlfriend, so he could have access to her little daughter without her cock blocking him. We hatched a plan to sell her and her unborn brat into slavery. He wanted her to be sold to someone violent and for the brat to be raised by a P man. He really didn’t like his girlfriend, which turned me the fuck on. Normally, once cargo is bought, I have no knowledge of what happens to it once I have been paid. I am on a need to know basis with several traffickers. I live in Texas, close to the Mexican border. Since no fucking wall has gone up yet, getting rid of folks is easy. Once cargo crosses the border, no one in the US cares anymore. That cargo can be shipped all over the world or left in Mexico. I talked to a few of my trafficker friends and found one who had buyers already in mind. He assured me the pretty woman would be hooked on smack and used in a Mexican brothel that is worse than Hell. And, he had a P man looking to raise a little girl as his own, so he could explore his rape fantasies daily with her tiny holes. Both girlfriend and unborn brat would have horrible lives. That made my friend’s dick super hard. I told him his girlfriend would eventually end up doing a live snuff porn because that is what happens to white whores who lose their sex appeal in Mexico. I even suggested his bad seed may suffer a similar fate once she grew out of her sex appeal to her P daddy. Another satisfied customer. What problem can I help you solve?