Tag: Taboo phone sex

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Require a Skilled Accomplice

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies run deep. I have always had homicidal urges, but I have never been able to control my urges. Luckily for me, I am a good planner. I know how to avoid getting caught. I can separate emotion from my need to kill. Most of my callers have not honed their urges yet and that is what will get them in trouble. You want to kill a young girl or anyone for that matter? You need me to tell you how to get away with murder. You need a stealth and patient accomplice. I have ice in my veins because I feel zero sympathy for any victim. We can be a victim, or we can be steely bitch like me. The choice is ours.  I have a new client with rape phone sex fantasies for super young girls. He told me he was not a killer though. It is easy to fool yourself like that. But if your need to fuck a tender age brat is that strong, then you can kill too. It becomes a matter of preservation. You cannot fuck a young piece of meat and expect her not to talk. I mean you cannot have taboo fun and leave any evidence. For the men who still cannot kill after my little self-preservation speech, I make them a deal. They pay me for the clean-up. They have their fun, and I keep them out of prison.

John paid me top dollar to clean up his mess this weekend. He acted on impulse with out consulting me. He drugged his daughter’s bestie and fucked her in his home destroying her pussy. No way she was not going to notice the blood bath between her legs and feel the pain. I had to charge him a much higher rate since I was not able to help him plan his perfect teen rape porn scenario. He paid me well and without complaint. I am worth it though. That little bitch was disposed of and all traces of her being in his house erased. I am sure he is still nervous, but I am a good cleaner. He got to have his fun and he will avoid prison if he never pisses me off. I own him for life now.

Sissy Whore for Me

Taboo Phone Sex

You promised to be a good boy for me now open your mouth and taste my cum covered panties! I know there is a little blood but that is just because these big black cocks fucked me so hard! Now, taste it all and eat that mix of our cum juices while I take more cock right in front of you! Watch me take it baby while you have those panties pushed down your throat. I spread my ass next for them to shove those cocks into my shit hole they feel so fucking good! I bet you want to feel these big black cocks into your tight sissy boy pussy! Let’s see that pathetic little dick get hard for those bbcs!

Domination Phone Sex is What a Druggy MILF Whore Needs

domination phone sexDomination phone sex is what this milf needs and craves. I need someone to control me. I do better with supervision. Left to my own devices, I get into trouble. I got into trouble last night. No one was around. My sons were at a sleep over. My husband was out of town for work. I went to this flop house to score. On a Saturday night, it is usually full of strung out men and women desperate for a fix. I am not a pill head or a smack girl. I am just an old-fashioned coke head like my mother. I stood out in the place. Most of the women there were hooked on Oxy or Fentanyl. No one there was looking for coke. But the men who had the coke did not want to just give me any. They did, however want to trade for some coke. These men were sketchy looking and dirty. Like homeless bums who had not showered in an eternity. Sometimes I act like a princess, but I am just a druggy whore who does anything for a free fix. Once the two dirty dudes with coke fucked me, the other men wanted their turns. Turned quickly into a gangbang rape porn. Before I even realized what was going on, someone put a needle in my arm. I was fucked up instantly. I do not even think I could feel the dirty dicks going into my holes. They fucked my pussy and my ass. Filled me with cum and piss. I think at least it was cum and piss, who knows. I was high as a kite. It was like an out of the body experience. On the smack I was coming in and out of consciousness. I can see why people get hooked on that shit. But I like to remember the nasty shit I do. I am a dirty druggy whore. I want my coke and I want to feel the pain. That is what any taboo phone sex slut needs.

Babysitter Phone Sex Bad Bitch Club

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I am an official member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. I haves this mock side gig as a sitter to give me access to young ones. One of my former masters had me sign up on a babysitting app with a fake ID. I disguise my looks with black hair. I strap my tits down, so I look less busty. It has been a profitable side gig. Not the money I get from the parents to sit their brats. The money I get from men like you when I let you come into some unsuspecting little slut’s bedroom to have some fun. It is amazing what men will pay to fuck a little Lolita slut, especially one who is still a virgin and in pristine condition. Do you have teen rape porn fantasies? Then I am the perfect accomplice for you. I take all the risks and you have all the fun, for a price of course. Jeremy came over last nigh while I was watching this little blonde slut. These girls I watch are pretty little white girls from good homes. They are not trafficked girls with track marks. I do drug them but that is just to fog their memories. No needles. I make a special Ambien cocktail that makes them sleep right through the fucking. Jeremy paid me more money than I make in a year for 30 mins of heaven. He has always wanted to fuck a little girl. I gave him the opportunity of a lifetime. I watched as he pounded her virgin cunt. There was a lot of blood, so she was a virgin. I cleaned her up after he had his fun. I put a plastic tarp underneath the Lolitas to make clean up easier. I hosed off the blood between her legs. She never woke up. She was alive though. It was 30 mins of her life she will never remember. Jeremy will remember it forever though. Do you have rape phone sex fantasies for the very young and innocent?

Necrophilia Phone Sex Confessions

Necrophilia phone sex

I love it when a caller has such a vast and intriguing interest in my work. It’s very telling even before the confessions begin that there is a body starting to decay. One that one wants to preserve for use as long as possible. These necrophilia phone sex confessions never cease to amaze me. I’m well prepared to answer the questions to the best of my ability but you must understand I have a whole morgue of resources. So you will have to be prepared to be creative, resourceful, and pay good attention to time. The trick to making your once-alive sex doll last for long-term use is being fully aware of the decay process. Make sure you are actively giving your preservation treatments to your decaying corpse in timely intervals. Keeping it for a week is easy but it’s when you want to make your body last for let’s say a month, is when it takes careful execution. You can only imagine it does get harder the more time goes on. If you don’t mind the cold you can certainly keep a fuck doll frozen but the more thawing and refreezing you do the worst the wear so do keep that in mind. Do keep me in mind when you need some tips and tricks for keeping your necrophilic friend well preserved.

Knife Play Phone Sex Has Endless Scenarios for Countless Amounts of Fun

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Knife play phone sex is my favorite. A knife requires skill. There is no skill in shooting someone. If you are close enough, and have even crappy aim, the person is dead or severely disabled. I pride myself on the hunt. I love to play cat and mouse first. Guys never suspect a woman of being a knife wielding fiend. Recently, me and a fellow sadistic bitch arranged a special hunting party. We invited some men on our personal hit lists. They thought it was a sex party. Stupid men. These were small dicked losers who did not deserve their balls, let alone their cocks. We were having a castration phone sex party. We acted like horny sex kittens to get them naked. It did not take much. It was me an Gail and 6 men. Six men who never saw it coming either. We tied them up and they still had no clue we meant them harm. Men think with their cocks. Well, Gail and I cut off their brains. And we did it slow too. Do not feel sorry for them. These men had small cocks and big egos. No brains either. Never saw it coming which I enjoyed. Element of surprise makes it hotter. It was very messy, however. I waited a bit before I cauterized the wounds. I love the site of blood. Other people’s blood of course. Gail and I practice witchcraft. There are so many potent spells you can create with testicles. We severed each loser’s balls. But some of them had such small cocks, we figure what was the point of having them? I mean if my clit is bigger than your dick, I say good riddance. Gail and I created some spells, but we practiced some cannibalism too. I like to eat testicles. They are much better than sheep balls.  I know. I am sick bitch. What can I say? Or torture sex makes me wet.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Fueled My Girl Fight

strangulation phone sexMany men have strangulation phone sex fantasies. Some, even like to watch two women fight it out. I entered an underground girl fight over the weekend. I have never done that before, but the winner won two grand and that would get me a whole lot of cocaine. I am scrappy. I am in good shape for being almost 40. I thought I had a good chance of winning this girl fight.  My youngest son is on the wrestling team. I have seen his moves. Hell, I have even helped him practice them before. I saw the girl I had to fight. She was a college coed at best. A hot girl. She looked pretty scrappy too. I just hoped this was a girl fight and not a snuff porn. When it was our time in the ring, I lunged after her quickly. I pinned her down with my thighs. With one hand, I squeezed her throat and with the other hand I grabbed her pussy. My goal was to inflict some pain and strangle her at least until she passed out and I could win. She was a fighter. She got out of my scissor hold and strangled me. I played possum though. I can suck cock for two minutes under water. I can suck cock while some man is pinching my nose too. I had no worries that I could make her give up and think I was out cold. It worked too. She let up her grip thinking I was out cold. In that moment, I surprised her. I got my edge back and pinned her to the floor with my knees to her chest and both hands around her throat. She passed out. She was not playing possum like me.  I won. Yeah, for me. I thought for sure they for a moment I was about to be a snuff sex star.

 

Snuff Porn Audition

snuff pornI had a snuff porn audition this week. I needed the money. I have been trying to get more accomplice gigs, but the rent was due, and I was behind already. I needed a couple grand, and I needed it quickly. The snuff industry pays well. Well, maybe not well for what you must endure, but it is decent enough pay. And the money is cash under the table. Instant money. The director seemed to think I was perfect for whatever it was he had in mind. He told me it was a horror snuff film. I love horror flicks. I always wanted to be a scream queen, and this was my chance. I let out some blood curdling screams and got the part. I would be the star of his next snuff sex porn. It was violent and gory. Just up my ally too. I assumed it would be all simulated like most snuff flicks, but apparently the reason the money was so good is because it was a realistic snuff film.

It was a Little Red Riding Hood theme. They dressed me up just like her with a basket and everything. What I was not prepared for, however, was a man with daggers for fingernails and sharp teeth to jump me. Most snuff flicks are unscripted for a better sense of reality. I was in the fight for my life. The guy’s wolf costume was so realistic and the teeth and fingernails so real too and oh so sharp. When he attacked me, I bled. He sliced my skin. I got so scared. Was I going to die? I love a hot roleplay phone sex call, but then this was not so much roleplay as it was snuff. I ran for my life when I realized whoever this was in a wolf outfit meant me real harm. And he did. I was bleeding from several gashes in my arms and face. I was so scared; I ran right out of the studio and never got my money. I do not think I would have survived if I had stayed anyway.

Broken Little Dolls

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

I want to tell you about the three new dolls of mine I have laid out on the slabs right now. Now I’m used to being sick, twisted, and an outright psychopath but let me tell you these girls were really put through the wringer. A shame the sick fuck didn’t offer to sell tickets me and a few friends of mine would have happily enjoyed the show. Whoever you are just now it’s my job to put them back together again, don’t worry though I’ll be enjoying your art every step of the way. From the precise cuts to the very steady and forceful stabs. My only real curious question, and do not take as a criticism I’ve done it myself but why only castrate one of them? Makes me curious if she was a bad girl. I wonder to capture her true charm while I fix her up if I should remember that she was a bad girl. Or maybe you were just experimenting…if so guess you didn’t enjoy it as much as me..unless she was the last one. She does seem fresher than the other two. I wonder if you are not done quite yet, will you be sending more dolls my way? Kind of exciting to think about, it’s like a love letter. You brutalize them, discard them…and they find their way to me to add my own artful twist too. That’s too romantic though, you had no way of knowing your victims would fall into my morgue. For now, I will chop it up to wishful thinking but should more come my way…I may have to stop and ponder the thought.

Taboo Phone Sex Spilt Blood

Taboo Phone Sex

I knew he loved knives but, I didn’t think it would be this bad! I can’t even scream for help, I am stuck here with my panties gagging me down my throat and my hands are tied above my head and my ankles spread wide a cock deep inside of my crying pussy. I’m so wet but I can’t help how good he feels inside of me! His knife pierces the skin of my stomach for maybe the 30th time in the last hout. I can feel the blood running down and pooling at my waist, staining the bed sheets. My screams don’t reach the surface as he digs into my flesh and scars me again and again. “You look so pretty bleeding for me.” It’s the last thing I hear before I black out.