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Dirty Little Whore

accomplice phone sexSnuff sex is my destiny. I have accepted my fate. No matter what I do, I seem to land in the hands of bad men just like daddy. I was on Tinder the other night. I thought I could have random normal sex. I mean on Tinder I am anonymous. No one knows my history as a sex slave on Tinder. When Brandon came over to fuck, he was not what I expected. He was not who he said he was. He was not Brandon the 20 something college hunk looking to hook up for a night of fun. He was Mark, my master’s right-hand man. I had been duped. He set me up to fail and now he was punishing me. Actually, he was blackmailing me. He knew master would be pissed if I fucked anyone else, especially if I was fucking for pleasure. I am an owned slave. I fuck for the pleasure and profit of my master only. I had to let him do whatever he wanted to me or he would tell my master he catfished me. I would be dead if master would ever find out. I had no choice but to let Mark fuck my ass. He punished my ass so hard that it prolapsed. My little asshole was inside out. He pulled my hair, pissed in my mouth and fisted my cunt too. He said I deserved it. Maybe, I did.

 

Quarantine Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex fantasies are rampant now and not just with men on the phone. The men in my life are full of taboo fantasies too. Maybe it is the quarantine. Folks have cabin fever. Folks have fears. Why not take it out on the ginger whore. I don’t know my neighbor well. I have been trying to be friendly, however, because of the pandemic. I took some toilet paper and hand sanitizer over to my elderly neighbor yesterday. I was just being a normal woman. I wasn’t high and I wasn’t looking for trouble. I don’t know if he has dementia or not, but I did not get the greeting I expected. This man is my father’s age. Never seen him perving out to me or my nieces. He pulled me inside, slammed me against the wall and ripped my clothes off. The old man had rape phone sex fantasies. Maybe he has always been a bad ass, perhaps he has gone crazy. Regardless, he showed me know mercy. I thought I could take a geriatric man, but I was very wrong. He punched me in the stomach and shoved his cane up my ass. His old pecker was having issues getting hard, but he improvised. He was spewing all sorts of crazy conspiracy shit as he shoved things up my ass and my cunt. The only think that helped me endure was the fact that he was old. He would tucker out eventually, then I could escape back home. This was like some bad Lifetime movie I was trapped in. He did eventually tire out but not before he made my fuck holes bleed and gape. I crawled home battered and bruised. I guess I was a good neighbor. He got toilet paper and an outlet for his cabin fever.

Faith Loves Blasphemy Sex

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Easter Sunday is my favorite time of year because that’s the day I love to get lost in blasphemy sex. It’s the day that I visit my old pastor from when I was a young girl. I’m laughing because that man still doesn’t know how to resist the forbidden fruit of my loins. He desperately tries to and I always see that look of terror on his face whenever I enter the church in my slutty little Easter dress, with no panties on underneath and take my usual seat at the front row. I love watching him sweat bullets up at the podium while he tries to focus on preaching about Jesus coming back from the dead and blah blah blah. I know what’s really rushing through his mind and body and that’s me. He knows that I’ll be the last one to leave the building and he knows that he won’t have the strength to say no to my young little cunt yet again. I sit there teasing him as he recites versus from the good book like a damn robot. I spread my legs a little and slip my hand up underneath my bible and begin to play. This is when he starts to peak whenever he gets a chance. I know he’s trying to control that raging hard-on happening behind that preachers stand, but I know him well enough to know that he’s just oozing pre-cum while he reads from the book of Matthew. I can’t wait to tell you how the rest of that Sunday played out for my poor old preacher.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies: Let’s Have Fun on Quarantine

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? Trust me, many men and women do right now. Locked inside with a little cock tease. Seeing little girls play hopscotch on the sidewalk or walking the dog with their parents. I have seen nothing but brats outside. Cute little angels who could use a good fucking from a man like you. I talked to a dirty pervert on Easter Sunday who was looking at twin sisters out his window. They were in pretty Easter dresses looking for hidden Easter eggs. The girls belong to his neighbors. He has known them since they were in diapers. Now, they are schoolgirls and giving him a boner. Like many men, he is stuck at home and has lots of time on his hands to think about the perverted naughty things he would like to do to those girls. Does this sound like you? I can help you like I helped my caller. I hate little cock teasing twats. I know just what to do with them. Now, the reality is it is not wise to fuck the little jailbait cock teases that you know. Too often, you will get busted. A random cunt is what you need. You can pretend she is the little neighbor girl. I told my caller to drive to the next county and scope out talent. I know the world is on quarantine right now, but little ones are out playing in their local parks, walking around neighborhoods, and playing unsupervised in their backyards. I told him to get a dog leash and I told him how to spike a juice box. Little girls want to help even strangers find a lost dog. Give her a juice box and when she starts to slur and stumble, push her in your car. Drive somewhere remote, like the woods and fuck her. Shred her little virgin cunt and ass. Use a douche afterwards on her bloody swollen cunt to dilute the DNA. Kill her or leave her. The drugs will scramble her memory. The douche will scramble your DNA. Go back home and watch the neighbor girl thinking about what you did to her surrogate and jack off some more. No reason you can’t still have fun on quarantine.

I am My Son’s Taboo Phone sex Whore

taboo phone sexI am his taboo phone sex mommy. I need him and he knows it. He takes care of me financially and provides me with my medicine. For a price, of course. I am older now. Gravity is no longer my fan. My skin is saggy. My pussy and cunt loose. I’m skinny and just a shell of what I once was. Men have come and gone in my life, but my son is the only constant. I know deep down inside he loves me. Times are tough now. He needs money so he can support us. I have an expensive coke habit and he has bills to pay. If I am my son’s burden, I need to earn my keep. I’m too old, feeble and stupid for much else in this world. My son knows people on the dark net. He runs a live stream and I am the star. I get to be a snuff porn star for horny men who pay to see my son do things to me. Not the typical things either. My son says I shine when I am black and blue and even purple. He throws a few punches to make me pretty before we start our shows. Don’t feel badly for me. He lets me do big lines of coke, so I feel the pain less. The punches don’t hurt as much as they use too. It might be from nerve damage. I am not sure. What hurts even with my white medicine is when he fucks my pee hole and fists my ass so hard it turns my asshole inside out. He thinks it funny and often puts a zip tie around my prolapsed ass, so I can’t try to put back inside before he is ready. For a few hours, I am my son’s slave for a high paying audience. Think what you want, but I know my son loves me.

Watching Snuff Movies Got Ugly

snuff moviesHe wanted to watch snuff movies. We are stuck at home and he has been feeling antsy. We have only been together a few months. We don’t officially live together, but he doesn’t trust me, so I am shacked up at his place until this pandemic dissipates. I think the reason I am at his house, is so he has easy access to pussy and ass. We were never exclusive until we couldn’t go out anymore. Now that I am stuck with him, I am seeing his sadistic side. I thought he was boyfriend material, but he is just like you. He just wants to fuck me, slap me around and humiliate me for his amusement. He was getting high on meth watching these snuff films and felt inspired. He made me dress up in some sexy lingerie. Why, I don’t know because all he did was soil me up. He punched me until my nose and mouth bled. He spit on me. He whipped me. He pissed in my face while strangling my throat. He whipped my back until it bled too. When I was down on the ground curled up like a wounded animal, he kicked me. I was crying, but that just made his dick hard. He fucked my asshole until it prolapsed. Just like my daddy did when I was a little girl. For hours, I was his punching bag, his human toilet and his ass rape porn star. If this is how it will be for the rest of this quarantine, I may not survive. He told me I was with him, so he had an outlet for his anger and frustration from being unemployed. With a busted lip, a prolapsed asshole and likely some cracked ribs, he made me give sex shows on cam for money. Guys loved seeing a blonde bimbo broken and defeated.

Bloody Phone Sex Surprise

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex was not on my agenda, but sometimes life gives you a sign. A fucking little girl knocked on my door. There is a worldwide pandemic going on and this little cunt knocks on my door selling cookies. I told her to come in. I wasn’t buying her cookies. I was buying her cunt. No, technically, I was taking her cunt. I came back with a chloroformed pair of panties. I was bigger, stronger and meaner than that little scout bitch. She passed out quickly. I had been planning a Postmates delivery of wine, but I would much rather drink the blood of a little girl. Did you know that the younger the person is the sweeter the blood tastes? If I have a choice, I will drink young girl blood daily. It is rich in essential vitamins. While my little windfall was passed out, I dumped her in the tub. I started to exsanguinate her slowly. I was in the tub with her because I planned on bathing in her blood. My kind of a special blood bath. I put little cuts on all her major arteries, and she filled my tub with her blood like a faucet. I had my wine glass with me. I dipped it into the blood filling up in the tub and sipped on my favorite drink, young girl blood. She was awake, but weak from blood loss. I was covered in her sweet and sticky blood. I drank her blood and masturbated as she was taking her lasts breaths. She was too weak to fight me. Too weak to even question me. I am sure it felt like being trapped in a horror movie. I was not planning on making snuff movies today, but the little slut came to me. It was fate.

Torture Sex While My Husband Slept

torture sexTorture sex was called for he said. He needed a punching bag. He needed an outlet for his frustrations. Sound familiar? He had a captive slave. I am trapped in the same house with my stepson. He pulled me out of bed in the middle of the night. I was sleeping next to his father. He threatened to kill my sons if I didn’t go to the basement with him. I didn’t think he would hurt my boys who are his half-brothers, but I didn’t know. He doesn’t have coke right now. He is out of work and stuck living at home again. That means he is pissed off. I am always who he takes out his violent impulses on. He dragged me to the basement. He strung me up by the rafters and tortured me with a cattle prod. He shoved a ball gag in my mouth, so I wouldn’t wake up his father. I don’t think blood curdling screams could wake up my husband. I started convulsing and pissing myself. I made quite the mess, but he just kept torturing me. I thought I had lucked out when the cattle prod blew a fuse and no longer worked. He just switched to his hands. Beat me until I was black and blue. I started puking from the belly punches. He cut me down. With a thud, I landed in a pile of my own piss and vomit. Like a pet who had pissed the rug, he shoved my face in the gross mixture and made me lick it up. I struggled not to puke again. While I was on all fours doing my best to clean up, he fucked my ass. He watches ass rape porn videos all day. He knew how to hurt my ass. I will be glad when life goes back to normal. He is going to kill me if this goes on much longer.

Sex With Dead Faith

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I’m going to meet Steven soon. His wife is working out of town and it’s time for him to take what I have promised him. I’ve offered him my mouth, my ass, my pussy and now I have promised this sexual sadist my fucking life. It’s going to be the most erotic moment of my existence, and the final one. Steven needs whores like me to fulfill his endless need to have sex with dead bodies. It’s a fantasy that he had as early as he can remember and an act that he’s been taking part in for many years.
He started getting what he needed through his job but things now don’t allow him the opportunity to ram his hard dick deep into a cold dead fuck hole. He’s going to take me, strangle me and snuff me out to make me of better use to him. Can you fucking imagine how intoxicating it’s going to feel for him to have complete and utter control over my body and to send me to dirt with copious amounts of sperm inside of my corpse? I haven’t been able to stop fucking my ass and pussy waiting for the day to arrive.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies are Theraputic

killer phone sexIn a time of a pandemic, killer phone sex fantasies are therapeutic. He wanted to kill a bitch. That bitch was me. I had not done anything to piss him off. Hell, I didn’t even know him.  I was a victim of circumstance. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He grabbed me as I was going to my car after a supply run. I was screaming in the trunk, but my city is a ghost town at night. No one heard me and if they did, they wouldn’t have come close enough to me to help because everyone is so afraid of this damn virus. I was in the trunk 32 minutes according to my watch. I planned on fighting when I got out of the trunk, but that didn’t go as planned. He punched me in the face, which knocked me out. I woke up in a coffin. Not just any coffin either. A coffin full of blood. A coffin with my name on it. Maybe, I was not as random as I thought. What the fuck. Seriously, what the fuck. I was kidnapped for some sort of horror snuff porn.  He just kept yelling at me like I represented everything that was wrong with his life. I tried to talk my way out of it, but he slit my throat just to shut me up. Blood was spurting from the slit in my throat. He gazed in excitement as I choked on the blood spraying out my throat wound. He took that opportunity to throat fuck me. He used the hole in my throat to get off. I choked and gagged on my blood and his cum. It was not over quickly enough. Maybe I can help you feel better about the state of the world too.