Tag: Taboo phone sex

Accomplice Phone Sex is Better Than Being the Victim

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. It takes the focus off me. I am a natural submissive, but honestly, I love having someone else take the brunt of the abuse. My stepson always uses me as his snuff film star. We have amassed a large following of men who enjoy seeing a mommy whore get her holes destroyed. I love being his cash cow. Okay I do not love his abuse. I love the coke he gives me. He had a different plan last night though. He wanted a younger girl to fuck on camera. He wanted a jailbait slut. Now, I have no daughters, just sons. But those sons of mine have schoolgirl friends. This one little girl broke my youngest son’s heart. He had a crush on her, and she used him to do her math assignments then turned him down when he asked her to a school dance. I was going to get revenge for him. I know her habits and stuff, so I stalked her, kidnapped her, drugged her and delivered her to my stepson’s place for a snuff porn. He has never killed before that I know of, but that changed yesterday. I delivered him the little whore he wanted, and she did not leave his place alive. I am a seasoned whore. I can take a lot of pain and abuse and thrive not die. This little whore I think got scared to death or something. He was not doing anything to her that he had not done to me countless times. He fisted her cunt and ass. He used a cattle prod on her girl parts. He fucked her tiny cunt and ass. He prolapsed both holes. He tore both holes. His cock is huge, and her little parts just were young and tiny. He fucked her to death. He got so much money from streaming her abuse and death, that he told me I am better as his accomplice than his victim. He gave me an even larger coke supply this time. I would rather be the accomplice than the victim any day.

Ass Rape Porn on Tinder

ass rape pornThis is the look on my face when I am getting an ass rape porn I did not sign up for. I am a little anal whore. I always have been, but some cocks are just too big for the ass.  I met Jeremy on Tinder. It was for sex. Maybe rough sex, a little partying, but nothing sadistic. He was a normal man. Married and horny. He was not like most of the men I know. Until he was just like all the rest. We were having polite conversation, getting to know each other when he slapped me. Hard too. My head snapped back. Then he was on top of me. He was not making love. He was not even fucking me. This was brutal rape phone sex fantasies come to life. He shoved his dick in my ass raw. That hurts. The ass always needs lube. He choked me as he forced his cock in and out of my asshole. He slapped my titties and pulled my hair. He kept slapping my face and punching my stomach. I thought I might vomit. It was clear he was not looking to hook up for the night. He just wanted the chance to beat up a bitch and force fuck her. He got that. He got that and more because he pissed on me and shared me with his friends too. About part way through the brutal ass fucking, he put his fist in my cunt. I let out a blood curdling scream in pain. I feared the neighbors would call the police. This guy ripped off his shirt and shoved it in my mouth like a ball gag. I was still screaming and reeling in the pain. And reeling in my stupidity. I think the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results. That is me. I keep getting on Tinder and excepting to meet a good guy.

Shit Showers Clean My Soul

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Fulfilling all of my sadistic fantasies builds up a bit of a barrier inside me, a weird wall that makes it hard for me to enjoy myself, so sometimes I need a palette cleansing.  How does a sick and twisted twat like me attack such a daunting task as wiping my corroded conscience clear?  I cover myself in all the gutter muck and shit I can find and cleanse my body in filth and funk.

It probably sounds counterproductive to you, but there’s something about sewage and squalor that makes me feel like, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.  The cool splatter of creamy clay and excreta as it hits my skin is exhilarating!  The slimy feel of the sludge slowly sliding off of my flesh is better than the most expensive rub down at a day spa.

When the pungent aroma hits my nostrils, it makes my eyes roll back in my head in pure ecstasy every time.  You haven’t lived until you’ve inhaled the combined stench of who knows how many people’s foulness blended with the earthy musk of watery, slip-like mud.  When little bits of sticks and leaves get into the mix, the fragrant tang is pure perfection, nostalgia at its finest.  Reminds me of being young.

Of course I rinse myself but not until the thick caking of crud dries and hardens before flaking off of me in a myriad of jagged little shapes.  I like to run my nails all over myself, getting all the gunk built up in my nail beds so I can pick it all out, one finger at a time.  I find it to be extremely satisfying.

That’s pretty much it.  I might throw some piss into the mix during my rinse off but not always.  Just depends on how I’m feeling, like everything I do.  How else would you expect a psychotic sex succubus like me to clean her body and soul?  Relax in a fucking bath with a glass of wine surrounded by candles?  Yeah right, go fuck yourself and your polished pedestrian outlook on life.  Not every woman in the world is your dumbass mom or dipshit wife.

 

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. Sick bitches like me have them too. I have more than dark fantasies, however. I act on my impulses. I think you should too because repressed desires are no good for anyone. That is why when I saw this little angel playing alone in the park, I seized the moment. She was too young to be playing alone. She was easy prey. I asked her if she wanted to see a puppy in the back of my van, then I chloroformed her. I am patient with my prey. I took her to my cabin in the woods for easy disposal. It is so off the grid that no one will ever find it. It is rustic. No power or running water. It is just a kill shack that masquerades as a hunting cabin. The little angel was groggy but alert enough to be scared. I was going to have fun with her, but I do wish you had been with me to enjoy destroying her young flesh. I love the smell and taste of virgin blood. I fucked her with a strap-on first. I popped that cherry quickly. When I grew bored of the strap-on, I switched to my fists. I love fisting a tight bald cunt. I split her in two. If she survived the assault, which she would not, her little cunt would need stitches. I am a snuff porn maker. No one lives to talk about their encounters with me. That is why I have never been caught. I have no real MO, so no pattern can be established. The remains are never found, because nature is my accomplice. After I killed the little cunt, I fed her to the coyotes and bears. That little bitch is literally just a shit stain in the wilderness now.

Pain and Pleasure

Taboo Phone SexYour wife looks so hot tied up with her legs spread. you have hired me to take care of her, record her, fuck her and do whatever the hell I want while you watch in a corner or through the hidden camera. I had my ‘friend’ kidnap her on her way home from work just like you requested. She has been here for days. She is naked, crying, wet, and screaming for me while you jerk off your dirty, pervert cock in the dark corner, She has no idea that you are watching as I whip her pussy black and blue. I turn her over and spank her ass! You want me to leave sexy cuts all along with her black. I take my blade and begin ad the red, bloody cuts begin and you cum all over them.

Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get wicked. I love to be tied up, but it is always a risk.  I mean some guys hate women so much, especially me, that I could end up dead one of these days. I know you are wondering why I would do it. Why would I put myself in a situation that could kill me or cause me bodily harm? I could tell you I am a pain slut. That would be a true statement. But that is not it. I am a coke whore. All the risky and stupid shit I do is because I either want coke or need money to get coke. It is clear by my pictures that I often pose for bondage shoots. I enjoy it. It is easy money to buy coke. Most of the ads I answer on Fet Life or other similar fetish sites are legitimate. Guys or studios just in need of fetish models. Occasionally, however, I am catfished. I am attracted to the money and my need for coke makes me ignore that gut feeling.

I arrived at the warehouse for my photo shoot and immediately felt off. Something was not right, but I was focused on the money and did not listen to my gut. There was bondage equipment in the room, but no cameras. I let the guy tie me up ignoring all the red flags that were there. He just wanted to tie a whore up for his gangbang rape porn fantasies. Soon, there were a bunch of men in the room. He paid these guys $20 to fuck me. Dirty men. Junkies and homeless men. Some of them smelled like that had not showered in over a year. I was force fucked for hours by the dregs of society. No condoms. No lube. It was humiliating and made me freak out about catching some disease. I never got paid either. I was so stupid. He tied me up for some sick pleasure. Now, I am even more desperate for money for coke.

Happy 420

snuff phone sex Happy 420 my pervert fuckers! It’s a great night to fire up your kush and have some snuff phone sex with me! How about we take a sweet young urchin and use her to pleasure your cock while you suck on your bong with me! Build an altar with me so we can cover her in your cum inside and out! Our victim won’t like you fucking her. I’ll probably have to sit on her lil’ mouth and smoothe their screams as your big fat daddy dick tears her virgin cunny apart! We will pass the blunt and laugh at her pain. And the higher we get the more insured we will be to get creative in her death! Lets inflict more pain than we ever have before! Destroying her tiny ass with my switch blade and your cock brings my teen whore pussy so much pleasure! I fist her hard and deep as you fire up the bong and stroke to me violating her ass! I want to feel the warmth of her blood dripping all over my wrist! Light it up so we can fuck her up!teen phone sex

Tortured Holes For Daddy

Taboo Phone SexI stay begging on my hands and knees for your forgiveness and mercy on my pussy! Tonight you have taken a turn on my ass hole and my screams have just made you harder and hard by every minute. The blood from my body makes that cock throb in my tight and tortured holes. I’m changed down to your concrete bed and I want to fight but I know it just results in letting your boy like their rape fantasies out on my holes. You shove a hot dildo inside of my ass hole that cauterized the bloody mess you have created inside of me. You jerked off in my blood from the slashes and new scars that you placed on my body. Please, Master! Can we stop tonight? No, please! You take another stab at me while letting in your son to fuck me until I pass out.

Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasy

home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex fantasies are hot for me. I always imagine some kinky guy breaking into my home in the middle of the night and forcing my boys to fuck their mother for his perverse pleasure. The more recent experience was a variation on this theme. Three women broke into my place while we were all fast asleep. I was home alone with my boys because my husband was on a business trip. I woke up to a cute girl holding a gun to my head. I thought I was dreaming at first, but when she forced me into the living room, I met her friends. They were molesting my boys. They were scared, but they had hard dicks. These cunts had their fingers in my sons’ assholes milking their cum from their young dicks. One of the women tied me up, so I was unable to help my boys as they called out my name. I did my best to help them. I wanted to help them, but these brutal women made me watch as they extracted the seed from my sons’ unwilling cocks. They were too scared to be in the mood. Sure, I fuck them. They love fucking their mommy whore, but I am gentle and loving with them. These intruders were violent and mean. They slapped my boys’ balls, manipulated their assholes and forced the cum from their young dicks while I watched crying. The women eventually turned their focus on me. They made me lick their dirty assholes and suck the ass juice from my sons off their fingers. My sons’ cocks, balls and assholes hurt. I was doing my best to distract the women from my sons. I could handle whatever they gave me. I am a good mother. They tried to tell me I was a dirty whore, but I love my boys. I do whatever I can to help and protect them. I was a taboo phone sex whore for those women so they would leave my boys alone. See? I am a good mommy.  I love a good home invasion fantasy. Do you?

My Home invasion phone sex

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I broke into her house with the intention of beating her senseless and cracking her skull open like a fucking coconut! I need to hear the echo of her screams and her parents crying to soothe my damaged soul! I hate this world and everything in it! I only wish to seek vengeance on these pretty big titted teens that think they rule the world. The Air smells like spring is coming and the air is full of electricity, much like my dark heart! I picked the perfect time when the storms rolled in to hide my break in. Now as she lays like a Disney princess asleep, my hand wraps around her throat and tightens more and more until my nails begin to penetrate her neck. I hate this bitch and I want her dead. But a deals a deal as I shoot her  up with horse tranquilizers and tie her up and wait for my team of accomplices to help me murder her mom and dad and take her out! I have an altar set up beside her bed this Full moon will take her soul and give me much praise for Satan! SHes a fighter even after the tranq hits her she fights and screams and I have to pull out my .22 and put bullets through her parents head! The bitch sees that as she sinks into sleep as my men arrive to clean up for me. And my prize to be sold and used as a pocket pussy looks great shoved in that truck before they shut the lid! The legend of Harpers Bizarre snuff lives on to tell another tale of violence!