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Rena Takes On Strangulation Phone Sex With New Man

Strangulation Phone Sex Can Turn Anyone on and the new guy in my life loves it. strangulation phone sexMy new man  and I had been flirting all night at the party. He was always so rough and dominant, which turned me on immensely. As we found ourselves alone in a dark corner of the room, he pinned me against the wall, his hands gripping my hips tightly. His breathing was heavy as he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Do you like it when I’m rough?”

I couldn’t help but moan softly in response. “Yes… please.”

He smirked before slamming his lips down onto mine roughly, taking control of the kiss. One of his hands slipped up under my shirt, tracing circles around my bare stomach while the other hand snaked its way up to my neck. He started lightly squeezing just below my jawline as we continued making out passionately. It sent shivers down my spine but also made me even more aroused by how dominating he was being with me.

As our tongues danced together inside each other’s mouths, Jim slowly increased pressure on both sides of my throat – almost like he was strangling me slightly but not quite enough for it to be dangerous or scary… yet still incredibly erotic at this point because let’s face it: there is something about having someone’s hands around your neck that gets some people going (like myself)… especially when mixed with pleasure such as kissing someone passionately!

Torture Phone Sex with Worthless Whore, Cora!

Torture Phone Sex

Want your Torture Phone Sex Fantasies to come to life?

I am just the girl for you! I can handle just about anything you put me through, and I’ll do it with a smile!

Give me your fucking worst, see if I can put up with whatever sick and twisted shit you come up with!

Want to face fuck me so hard I gag and cry.

Do it, be my guest.

You want to stretch out my pussy and asshole at the same time with two huge dicks?

Try me bitch.

I am one tough bitch who loves the pain you inflict.

Give me your absolute worst and see if I crumble in front of you!

Reach deep into your fucked up soul and give me the punishment I deserve.

 

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Castration ass fucker strikes again

Castration phone sex

You’ve found me again, followed and stalked for your evil fuck ways. I thought I would never see your dead eyes again but you can’t stop thinking about me, the pretty blonde bitch with the great ass. A killer after dark, using me as a torture device. I love this shit and never forgot our first date. You showed me your dungeon of collected cocks you’ve taken from your victims just to take all your rage and rape fantasies out on pretty girls like me. Filming me at the same time for your sick fuck mind to look back at.

Castration cock fucker holding me hostage..

I never forgot the wall of big dead dick’s. You were so proud of all the castration and killing trying to impress a princess like myself. However, I live for the torture you perform on me. Strapping me down by my hands and feet. I’m unable to move and barely breathe. I love the fear you give me as you start spreading my legs. You’re so damn proud of your stolen obgyn table. The stirrups give you the best view of my creamy cunt ready to take some of those cut up bloody cocks. “Are you ready you little whore?” you ask. “Give it your best” I tell you.

Dr Domination and all his rage…

You gag my mouth, clamp my tits and shove a deadly broken 13inch dead BBC inside me. It feels like I’m getting rammed by sausage gone bad. Ripping, tearing and shredding my little insides. Tears running down my eyes as you look around for the next one to shove in. With two fingers in my ass and a dead dick filling my swollen red sloppy wet pussy your rapidly fuck me. I can’t move or scream, just whimpering and barely able to see. This would be such a nightmare to most girls but for me it’s sweet dark intimacy. Thrusting my hips up and down. Swirling my ass side to side. I wanna feel this deadbeat girth to the fullest.

“Squirt for me bitch”. As you go harder. Don’t temp me honey because my fresh juices will cover your face. You pull up a stool to make sure your in full view, spreading me further and further till my cervix couldn’t take it. My ass starts pumping and I can feel that cold shaft tapping my stomach. “Holy shit….”I mumble scream and cream at the same time. Just as you asked you sick fuck, I covered your evil creepy face good.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Come True with the Right Accomplice

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. Honestly, I don’t understand why men call for vanilla sex. Isn’t that why you get married? So, you can enjoy the boring shit with your wife and save the kinky stuff for women like me. Sometimes I do crave vanilla, romantic sex. Thus, the reason I’m cross listed on two of this company’s sites. I can be both wicked and sweet and innocent too.

But it makes sense for a woman like me to have a taboo side. I spent most of my youth servicing my drunk father and all his drunk poker buddies. My father did not allow me to attend high school. I think he feared I would run away or spill the beans on what really happened at home to a guidance counselor or teacher. And eventually I ran away from home, but I kept daddy’s secrets.

And now I help men like my father with their preferred dirty fantasies. When I first started this job, I told myself helping men with their rape phone sex fantasies would prevent them from acting on them. Gave them a creative outlet for those fantasies that would put men behind bars for acting out.

I Enjoy Helping Men Turn Their Dark Fantasies Into Realities

 But now I hope some men truly do naughty things to young girls. Despite my past, I grew up ok. Sure, I did not grow up vanilla, but I am an independent woman who can support herself and help others.

Men will always crave something young and tight. And some men will get it and for others it will remain fantasy. But as a seasoned whore and switch, I hope men act on their dark fantasies. In this world, I truly believe you must adopt a survival of the fittest mentality to survive. I survived my youth.

And now because of my experience, I am best accomplice phone sex partner. I’ve been on both sides of the coin. That makes me uniquely qualified to help men like you with your needs for something young and tight on your dick. Fantasy thoughts do not need to remain fantasy thoughts with me.

Taboo Phone Sex fantasies with Cora & her Step-Bro!

Taboo Phone Sex

 

Taboo Phone Sex fantasies like when my stepbrother spends the weekend for Valentine’s Day!

I had no idea he was going to intrude on my plans of spending the holiday alone!

I bought a new vibrator I wanted to try out!

But now he is saying he is staying with me!

Guess he will just have to overhear me breaking my own hymen and making myself squirt!

He will just have to enjoy the sounds and the vibrations against my clit that make me scream.

If I’m lucky, maybe he will climb into my bed and help fuck me!

Screw the silicone cock give me the real deal!

I’ve always wanted to fuck my step bros’ thick, veiny cock anyway, so now is the perfect time to pounce!

 

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My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Vicious to Men

rape phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on rape phone sex fantasies. As an evil bitch, I have them too. For women, but mostly for men. And my fantasies might not be typical. I don’t fantasize about hopping on a big dick and riding it until I orgasm. I own mechanical toys for that. My fantasies lean a tad darker.

The other night I made one of my dark fantasies come true. I fucked a predator in his ass with a strap on that I enhanced. And I bet you’re curious about what I did to that dildo aren’t you. I crushed fine glass with a rolling pin. I dipped the dildo in gorilla glue and then rolled it in the shards of glass that I made. Essentially, I turned my dildo into an ass shredder. And I made a guy my ass rape porn star.

Some Men Do Not Deserve

Although I never struggle to find assholes deserving of my anal shredding, I choose wisely. I’ve learned to fly under the radar for many years. I can sit back in any bar, watch and observe and men never notice me. Unless I want them to notice me. Usually, I hide in a dark corner where I can watch all the assholes attempting to pray on young girls by drugging their drinks. Some of these assholes do it just to get laid. Others possess more nefarious intentions.

For months, I’ve heard chatter about a tall, good-looking man, seducing young girls, drugging them, and selling them to the highest bidder online. He’s a sex trafficker. And that’s who I hunted this week. My many skills allowed me to track him and predict where he’d be. So, I enlisted the help of a young girl who fits his type. Through text messages and hand signals she followed my lead and switched the drinks. Dumb bastard didn’t see us coming. But that’s because he underestimates all women. And that’s a huge mistake.

When we got him back to my dungeon, I woke him up for the entertainment portion of the evening. We both wore that killer strap on I created and shredded his asshole a few times over. Turned his butthole into minced meat. He tried to deny the charges, but I’m also a skilled hacker and I found the site he uses to auction girls to the highest bidder. I traced it to him.

Some Men Deserve to Die for Their Crimes

 Not only did we shred his asshole, but we castrated him too. And he did not deserve clean castration. So, I used a rusty old sickle, cut them off and fed them to my dogs. The expression on his face while he watched my dogs eat his balls seemed worth it all.

We couldn’t let him live. So, we made him a snuff porn star. And we streamed it on the dark web so women could tell us what to do to him. We made the torture last for hours until he begged us to kill him. And we needed to kill him. A trafficker will not stop just because he lacks balls. This man didn’t fuck these girls. He sold them to people who would do far worse things to them. But not anymore. He died a fitting death. Tortured for hours by the very woman he tried to sell. Very fulfilling and altruistic kill.

Knife play gets dirty nasty, force feed me my cum

Knife play phone sexYou called me and wanted to play nasty. Not only make me your submissive slave but torture me till the very end. You asked me on the phone to scream and cry till the bitter end because of your sick mind. Every part of it turns me the fuck on too. I love the feeling of the unknown, what tools, ties or plans you have in store to make me so scared of you. I could hear in your voice that subtle sick urge just for a whimper. Your filthy dirty cock gets off on it, so use me till you can’t

Knife play turns into a filthy bloody mess

You threatened me with a knife. To run that large thing from my face down to my toes. And not only did you wanna play dirty but you wanted to do it slowly. Whispering into the phone “everything’s going to be ok”. You’re the worst of the dangerous creeps. Make you feel loved and sexy as they torture you from the inside out. Just like Dahlmer did to his victims you wanna do me.

“Please please” I beg as you start on my cheek. Shoving your fingers up my tight cunt. Grabbing me by my groin and forcing me into you. Wet soaked blood running down me. You carve around my little cutie tits, down my stomach to the top of my dripping wet snatch. “I want you to taste your cunt while I cut you some more.”

Evil does her

The darker the better. That’s how I cream and live, not to make my perhaps killer even angrier but it always does. Shoving those fingers down my throat you made me gag on my own spunk. I’m turning blue grabbing onto your arms for dear life. “I’m not done with you pussy bitch”.

For the last time you grab that nasty cum filled knife as you shove you cock deep inside me. Cutting my stomach slowly as you swirl your dirty dick. “You’re just a trick bitch”. Slapping me in the face, turning me on even more. Pleasure doesn’t cum with pain and I’m here for it. Call me up and tell me

 

Babysitter Phone Sex is How You Gain Access to Super Young Pussy

babysitter phone sexIf you enjoy bad babysitter phone sex, you might be in the right place. A few years ago, I discovered that people hire strangers to watch their brats. Perhaps you could call me a master of disguise. I have wigs and clothes to fit different personas. Plus, I acquired several fake IDs. I know some people who know things.

Sometimes when a brat appears super young, as in too young to be at the mall or outside playing by herself, men hire me. These babysitter boards never include pictures of the brats. But it’s easy to find out what the brats look like with a social media search of the parents. So, you can get an idea of which brat you would want me to babysit for you.

Then there are times when I become the babysitter for my clients own daughter or niece or like this weekend, the best friend of his daughter. My client seems consumed by his rape phone sex fantasies for his very young daughter ‘s best friend.

I think he decided that fucking his own daughter would seem too risky because his wife does not support this kind of stuff. Apparently, she’s a stick in the mud like most wives. So, he put in a good word for me with the neighbors. He told them he’s hired me numerous times. Although he did not lie, he’s hired me for other things besides babysitting.

Behind Every P Man is The Woman That Helped Him Get That Young Pussy

As his accomplice, he planned it all out. Soon as the neighbors left, I spike this little angel’s sippy cup, and my client came over to fuck the little girl of his wet dreams. And I thought of everything. Plastic tarp on her princess bed to prevent cum and blood stains. Spiked milk so she would not wake up or feel anything until the next day.

My client didn’t last long inside such a tight little pussy, but he did bust a huge load. I think he lasted seven minutes. For a girl her age, if she’d been awake, she would’ve been screaming and crying for her mommy.

After he left, I cleaned up the crime scene. Her blood and his DNA appeared everywhere. Now I did protect the bed with the tarp which I put in a garbage bag and shoved in my trunk to burn in my fire pit. I gave my little charge a bath and even a douche to wash away all my client’s DNA.

I love accomplice phone sex jobs. Being a bad babysitter is something I enjoy. And I became very good at it with lots of practice. I’m sure there’s some little girl you would love to fuck, but you just need the right partner.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Make Rena’s Cunt Throb

Rape phone sex fantasies are something that stay in my mind every day.  It’s so hot to fantasize about a hot man I meet out maybe at a club.  Before I know it, he forced himself inside of me causing excruciating pain with each thrust while his other hand clamped over mouth muffling any cries for help that might escape past his fingers digging into cheeks . His breath hot on neck sending shivers down spine despite surroundings being so terrifying . He continued pounding my cunt relentlessly until finally spent leaving mess within depths soul aching more than physical wounds ever could have imagined possible.

Forcing Himself On Me

His cock was so throbbing hard but I couldn’t decide. Did I like it. Was my pussy really this wet over this man forcing his cock inside my cunt.  He was so big it touched my insides in places I didn’t know possible.  He kept coming down and biting my tits making my nipples rock hard.  The bite mark surrounded my nipple. It looked kind of hot.rape phone sex fantasies

I don’t remember much after that. All I know is that when he finally left me alone, I was a broken shell of the person I used to be. My body ached in places it shouldn’t have been possible for something so small to cause so much pain. There were tears streaked across my face and dried blood between my legs from where he had violated me over and over again without any care or regard for my wellbeing.

It took what felt like an eternity before someone found me; by then it was already too late – the damage had been done both physically and emotionally. The police were called, but even they couldn’t bring back what had been taken from me that night…my innocence, my trust, maybe even a part of myself that will never recover from this horrific experience.

I Belong in Snuff Movies, That’s What Men Tell Me

snuff moviesSo many people think I belong in snuff movies. Although, I’ve made a few, I honestly try to avoid the snuff world, believe it or not. I survived nine days snowed in with my family. Surprisingly enough, I successfully traded enough cocaine to last for the blizzard.

But yesterday the weather felt great. For once, it did not feel like single-digit weather. And I decided to go out and see if I could score some more coke so I could watch the Super Bowl with my boys and their friends. Plus, I think I experienced some cabin fever. I just needed to get out of the house.

I went to this little dive bar first because I thought I could party with some old blue-collar workers. They love to share their coke. Although I’m talking about a bump here and a bump there. It’s not like I would walk away with a huge bag of coke. This bar appeared safe. But then I saw him. And I almost pissed myself.

I saw a snuff porn director who I’ve worked for in the past. The last time I did, he sent me to the ER, with a broken arm and a fractured ankle. Not to mention all the bruises. But when I went to the ER, they all assumed my husband beat me up. I never confirmed that, but I never denied it either. Once he saw me, I could not escape. I think I pissed him off with polite pleasantries. He pushed me into a single stall bathroom. And I tried not to panic.

Sometimes, I Wonder if I Will Dying Trying to Score Blow

He pulled out some coke from his pocket. And I should’ve known better. As soon as I got a taste of his excellent cocaine, he started strangling me. Hard. I thought he might crush my windpipe. He held me against the wall with his hand on my throat. And I heard him unzip his pants. Strangling felt like the least of the evils. He wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me.

The music sounded so loud outside, combined with all the talking. I didn’t think anybody would hear me scream. But he kept his hand on my throat the entire time so I could not truly scream as he forced his cock in and out of my pussy. At least he let me get high first, I thought to myself. Maybe he didn’t want me to feel the pain.

He fucked my pussy hard. By the time he finished, he released his grip on my throat, and I fell to the ground with a thud. He spit on me and called me a whore. Tossed me a little bag of coke to get me through game at best. Now I have a ring around my neck from his hands. And I still don’t have enough coke to get through another week.