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Taboo Phone Sex Fetish for Master
When you are a taboo phone sex slut, guys come to you for all sorts of things, even very rare fetishes. Some of my masters have some strange fetishes too. My current master is into pyschrophilia. I had too Google it when he told me he wanted me to help him with his fetish. Do you know what it is? It is getting your dick hard or your pussy wet seeing folks extremely cold. My guess is it is somehow linked to necrophilia. I mean if you are getting a boner from a girl freezing in the snow, maybe you want to fuck a corpse? Master wanted me to find him a hot young thing for his fetish. I know his type. Young, dumb and blonde. I found a mini me that fit his type at the mall. The mall is a cesspool for young, dumb blonde girls. Stacy was her name. It was up to me to lure her, so I needed a good story. I told her I was a scout for a sporting store mogul who needed a fresh-faced girl to model outdoor apparel. She bought it hook, line and sinker. Snuff porn was her true job. Master was very happy with my selection. We did some test shoots and the camera loved her. I spiked her drink, so she would comply easily. Either the drink worked super quickly, or she was just a slut. Regardless, she was naked outside in the snow faster than either of us expected. She was wearing a scarf and a hat and boots. The colder she got, the harder my master’s dick got. I could see his boner in his pants getting stiffer the bluer her skin got. She didn’t realize she was hired for a snuff. Master left her chained naked in the snow all night. We watched her slowly die of hypothermia. She looked like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining, only sexier. Master fucked her dead frozen body. He likes sex with dead bodies and pyschrophilia. I am just his subby accomplice. I bring him girls to murder however he wants.
Torture phone sex with a slave
Torture phone sex with a complete slave is all my master ever wanted. I had heard him say some outright crazy things. I had no idea how deep and dark his fetish would go. One day I got a message, and it was from him. I opened up the message like a good slut. Master likes quick responds. When I opened the message, I was startled. The last thing I was expecting was a picture of my friend Naomi. Naomi and I had met in Christian academy years ago. Naomi was a naturally subservient girl. It had been a while since we talked, so I had no idea if she was going to be okay with hanging out. We were living two different lifestyles.
I invited her over, and that was the beginning of a downward spiral. Naomi would no longer have a voice and would forever be a submissive cum slut. I was surprised when she decided to meet up. I wish she didn’t, but I knew it was my best interest for her to come. The more pets, the less stress I have. I knew master would love her from head to toe. I was ready to have a mini break and have the attention focused elsewhere.
Masters eyes widened at the sight of Naomi. I knew he was thinking about all the devious things he could conquer up in his head. I was sure he wanted to fuck her till her holes were bleeding. A prolapsed asshole and tender twat were all he wanted. I knew he was going to choke her till she was blue in the face. I did not doubt in my mind Naomi was going to endure pain like she never has before. Without a pause, she was going to be an obedient whore. For once it was all about another pet. I could see the marks all over her body and his raging cock was ready to rock and roll. As soon she made it in she was dead meat. Line after line of coke and our master was high as a kite. Whenever the coke hits him, he is ready to fuck and torture for hours on end. Poor Naomi couldn’t walk or swallow for weeks on end. Quickly she understood her new role and why I popped back into her life.
GangBang Rape Porn and Forced Intoxication
I don’t envy gangbang rape porn stars. I don’t know how they take that many cocks up their ass at once. My stepson and his friends came by the other day. I was not happy to see him. I am never happy to see him because he hates me. He may start off friendly, but it never ends well for me. He had his friends with him, which scared me. Why would he bring so many guys to his dad’s house, especially when his dad was not home? He said he just wanted to get some booze for a party. We have a wine cellar, but it has a lot more than just wine in it. Pretty much any kind of booze you want can be found there. When I came back upstairs with a few bottles for him, he grabbed the bottles from my hands and his friends pulled me away. One tied me up while another stripped me naked. Soon, I was bound naked to the chair with a circle of men pouring booze down my throat. They wanted me drunk. If I spit out the booze, they punched me in the face or slapped me. My stepson decided to pinch my nose, so I would be forced to consume alcohol. I was getting drunk super quickly. I started puking. I was puking on myself. I was tied up and couldn’t get lose. I vaguely remember them laughing at me and humiliating me for being a bad drunk. I won’t forget what happened next, no matter how drunk I was. They untied me, poured a bucket of water over me to clean me up before they started gangbanging my ass. For a couple hours, I was their ass rape porn star. I smelled like puke and I was incoherent from the forced intoxication, but my ass was prolapsed and full of cum the next day as proof it wasn’t all just a bad drunk dream.
Taboo Phone Sex: Do You Have a Rare Creepy Fetish?
Being a taboo phone sex goddess, I encounter men with all sorts of weird fetishes. Kevin had one that was rare and beyond creepy. Have you heard of Formicophilia? It is a sexual arousal from insects and spiders. I had to look it up when he found me on the dark net. He was willing to pay me good money to make his rare fetish fantasy a reality. I am a sick bitch and a greedy one too, so I booked a session and I went to this farm known for selling all sorts of creepy crawlies. I came back with a few tarantulas. Luckily, I am not like most women. I don’t have arachnophobia. I may not like spiders, but they don’t scare me like they do most women. I took him to my kill shack in the woods just in case this turned into a snuff sex session and I had to get rid of his body. I had no clue if he would have a heart attack or not. I asked him if he wanted some whisky, but he was brave. I made him strip naked. I tied him spread eagle to my bed. I was all set to blindfold him, but he wanted to see the creepy crawlies on his body. He was a sick fuck, but he was paying me $3,000 because he was too much of a wuss to do this himself. I dumped big hairy spiders all over his body. Spiders that could bite him and send him into shock or even kill him. His body trembled, but his dick was hard. This Formicophilia really was a fetish for him. The moment one of those 8-legged freaks crawled on his dick, he started oozing pre-cum. What the fuck? He was aroused from a spider that could kill him being on his dick. He was too sick a fuck to live and reproduce. I let the spiders bite him everywhere. As the one bit his dick, he came, then went into some sort of anaphylactic shock and died with a smile on his face. Good thing I got his money up front. Think you can top his rare fetish?
Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies
Home invasion phone sex calls get me wet. When I was 19, I was hooking on the streets to afford my slum studio. One night, I was sound asleep when a stranger broke into my place through an open window. He attacked me in my bed. He wasn’t there to kill me or steal from me. He was there to force fuck me. I didn’t know him, but he knew me. I never knew who the man who force fucked me years ago was. I may never find out. But it was so violent, I needed medical attention afterwards. I was left bruised, battered and bleeding in my bed. I had no phone, so I could never call for help. It wasn’t until 4 days latter when a girl I hooked with came looking for me and found me. I was getting around a little, but I was covered head to toe in bruises and my ass was prolapsed. She took me to the ER and I stayed in the hospital for days. I had internal injuries. I knew something was wrong with me then. I fantasized about that violent stranger attacking me in my bed again. I got wet laying in a hospital bed romanticizing torture sex. Here I am today, over a decade later, a pain slut with a death wish because of one hot violent random home invasion.
Last Breath
I wake up to the sound of slapping as you thrust your huge cock inside of me. I try to moan for you master, but the gag doesn’t let a sound out. That’s when I feel the sharp pain of the knife digging into my back as you shove you monstrous cock inside of my asshole. I want to tell you to dig it in deeper and use my blood to lube up your cock but I cant get a single sound out. When you see me looking back at you to watch as you fuck my tiny asshole, you hit me in the side of my head with your free hand, and I black out again. I wake up again not being able to breath due to your cock being forced down my throat. I just want you to fuck my mouth until I can’t breath anymore daddy! I want my last gasp to be as you are shooting a thick load down my throat and I lost consciousness again.
Blowtorch my tits
I only deserve the worst snuff sex! Blowtorch my tits until they melt into a mess of bones and filthy flesh. I’m such a horrible cunt and my skull deserves to be fractured with a crow bar. Take your butcher knife and slice open my throat so that my spinal cord is showing. Jerk your dick and blast cum all inside of my disgusting nearly decapitated head. You have the look of the devil in your eyes when you use me as your personal snuff rag doll. You do anything you want to me and I deserve all the fucking worst. Shatter both of my hips and pelvis with a sledge hammer while you fuck my gaping wound as you call me a fucking retarded cum guzzling cunt. Turn me into your filthy fuck puppet while you chop my limbs up into little pieces. I am so fucking worthless!
I know what you did last summer
My neighbor is a strange guy, but I have always had a thing for strange men. He is a snuff sex lover I found that out quickly. I have seen him done so many things since he moved in last spring to my apartment complex. One of the sinister things he has done would be what he did last summer. I saw him shovel up a dead body from his van. Ever since then I have been so nosey and have watched him like a hawk while playing with my cunt. One day curiosity got the best of me, and I was looking thru his windows, and that didn’t satisfy my interest. I couldn’t see a thing. Then something came over me, and I had flashes of his van. I went down to the parking garages and started to look thru his windows. His tints were so dark along with the fact that it was almost dark time I couldn’t see anything. I tried my luck and bolted the door open, and of course, it was closed. They all were. I was about to give up when I saw a hob. Right in the hob was an extra pair of keys. I couldn’t believe it I went ahead and unlocked the back door and when I opened it I was in for a shock. There were a ton of P-cock loving pics everywhere. All the girls were tots.
I knew these were his victims. I could see a dirty white shaggy rug and drugs all over. I knew he was picking up girls from the parks and school ground. I was in frozen in fear but so turned on at the though to him doing insidious things. I felt someone behind me. It was my pervert neighbor. He pushed me in and told me I shouldn’t have been snooping around. I told him I knew what he did last summer. He was about ready to end me there. I hollered out how excited I was and how badly I wanted his cock. He didn’t believe me at first, but then it clicked in that I was truthful. I told him I was nineteen and he told me I was too old for him. I smiled and said him I make a great accomplice and would make sure to give him an endless supply of young cunts for his p-cock. My pervert daddy was so turned on he started to push me down and ram his demented dick inside me. I couldn’t wait to see him have sex with dead bodies.
Snuff Porn Need
I was in a snuff porn mood, so I went hunting for a victim. I found one. He was such a pathetic loser. He wanted to buy me a drink, but his credit card declined. He had no game. He had no money. Yet, he still thought he could fuck me. He had all these smooth lines, but they were just words. I knew what to do with him. I wasn’t going to just take his balls. I was going to Lorena Bobbitt him. I am sure you know that means I planned to hack his cock off and film it. Sexual mutilation videos bring quite a lot of money. Surprisingly, the torture sex of men has a large fan base in women. Girls can be sexual sadists too. I should know, I am about as sadistic as they come. We were back at my place when I made him a drink with a knock out pill mixed inside. He was already loaded, so he went down quickly. I tied him up spread eagle on my bed under a sheet of plastic. When he woke up, I had a butcher knife at the base of his dick. I had a ball gag in his mouth, so his screams wouldn’t disturb my neighbors. They are lovely people and I didn’t want to interrupt their sleep. I told him to smile for the camera because I was filming him. He looked so fucking scared. I decided to have some fun. I cut he tip of his dick off first. There was more blood than I expected. He became ashen in color. I showed him the tip of his severed penis head before I tossed it to my pup as a treat. I dissected his cock, making the pain last before I lobbed the entire worthless thing off. He was no man to begin with. He didn’t deserve a cock or balls. I castrated him too. Not that I had too because without a dick he was never fucking again. It was just icing on the cake. He bled out eventually, but I think the shock killed him first. As he laid dead in my bed, I went back out to look for a real man to fuck. The foreplay of sexual mutilation made me super horny.