Tag: Taboo phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies

violent phone sexMen call me for violent phone sex fantasies every day. I never complain. I am a good slut and a pain whore. The reality is that I am a buxom blonde bimbo who craves attention in all the wrong ways. I make poor decisions and I struggle to tell a man no. Two nights ago I was in a dive bar. It was packed because folks had been cooped up long enough. Some of the men there were like sex crazed animals. I do not think they had been laid in a year. They were buying me drinks to get me drunk quickly. They could have saved their money. I would have been their gangbang rape porn star sober. It was me and about 20 drunk and very horny men. I was dancing on the pool table, flashing my tits and gyrating like a dirty stripper. I stumbled in my stilettos and fell off the pool table. When I landed on the ground, that is when they made their move. They pounced on me like hungry wolves. Ripping my clothes off, pulling my hair, slapping my face and fish hooking my mouth. They grabbed my big tits and twisted them. They slapped me an choked me. This was foreplay for them. They had the right girl because this is how I like to be treated. Rough. Violent. They brutalized my fuck holes. Some of them refused to fuck a skanky bar fly, so they used beer bottles and fists on me. Most of them, however, fucked me. I had three cocks in each hole at one point. I fucked 9 guys at once. Not by choice, but I did not fight them either. I was a good fuck pig. I am here for men to use. It is my duty to service men when their wives will not. I bet you agree.

Daddy’s Naughty Accomplice

Daddy was the first one to make me his accomplice. He would have me bring my little friends over and he would tie our hands up. He then would touch our pussies and assholes until we were nice and wet. He then would pull his cock out and shove down our throats.  He took turns coming in our holes. I loved watching when he would spank my friends and told them they better keep our secret.

Rape phone sex fantasies

It would make me tingle in between my legs all I wanted was for him to touch me.  He would bend me over and stick his fingers in me, showing my friends what he liked doing.  I loved how it felt all I waited for was his daddy meat, he would have me squat over his lap showing my friends how his big cock started disappearing into my cunt. When I was all the way down on it, he would grab me by my bounded hands and rock me on his cock while playing with my clitty. It felt so good and he didn’t stop until my pussy would squeeze his cock and my juices would flow.  That is when he would burst his man milk in me and show have them lick us clean. I love being daddy’s accomplice we just got nastier as time went. 

Gothic Phone Sex Beast Fantasy

gothic phone sexI love a good Gothic phone sex fantasy. I am a sick accomplice. This dude last night could not believe that I had no limits. He kept thinking his vanilla fantasy was too extreme for me. It was not extreme enough for me. After him, I got a guy who needed a perverted accomplice. He had this elaborate rape fantasy involving his young niece and her furry companion. He thought it was too extreme for me too. I had to spice it up a bit. I gave it a Gothic spin. Something out of a Bronte novel with some taboo porn tossed in to spice it up. Roleplay phone sex is anything we want with zero restrictions with me. I have one rule, and that is I am never the victim. I am your accomplice or your sadistic. After that, anything goes. We did a fantasy where I had his disobedient niece fucked by one of Satan’s beast. The gates of hell are protected by 4 legged beasts. The guard beasts to our castle needed a treat. I tossed them the girl. She was a disobedient little cunt. Sassy as fuck and cock teasing the Lord of the castle. If she was going to act like a dog in heat, I was going to treat her like one. I unleashed the hounds from hell. These big furry monsters with razor sharp teeth and tree trunk necks jumped the girl. Their fangs ripped her clothes off. They slobbered all her over her neck and back. They mounted her from behind. They had slimy huge red rockets that pierced her young cunt like razor blades. She screamed as the beasts from hell fucked her little bald cunt. The dicks on the beats nutted, then the shards of glass retreated, and their bloody dicks recoiled. The beasts were not the only ones to cum. My caller got off hard to my Gothic rape phone sex fantasies.

Women Are More Brutal Gangbang Rape Porn Makers

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn with men can be painful, but no one is more brutal on me than women. I walked into a trap over the weekend. Something, I did not mean to do either. Seriously, I was trying to score coke with this dealer. I had no clue he was in the hospital and his wife was taking care of his business. I did not know when I was texting his number that I was texting her. I would not have mentioned trading my ass for coke again stuff if I had known.  I walked right into her trap. She was there with a few other women who were hating on me too. I am that woman. The woman who fucks married men and does what wives will not do. I do not do it because I have no respect for another man’s wife. I do it for the coke. It is not my fault wives do not put out and do the kinky things I will. If they stepped up their game, their husbands would not easily cave to my request for a trade. The women jumped me. They were not a fan of my bluntness.  They attacked me like a pack of angry wolves. Stripped me naked and shoved their fingers in my asshole so it would gape. Then a huge wand vibrator was shoved in my asshole. It had a head like a ripe melon. The wife of my dealer used duct tape to keep it inside me. I was convulsing and screaming from the over stimulation. I apologized and begged for mercy, but they wanted to give me anal torture sex. I was pissing and shitting myself. They slapped me and punched me. They even made me eat their dirty old assholes. I got no coke that night. I just got punished for being a druggy whore. Same shit different day. Same pain, different inflictors.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasy

taboo phone sexI am a taboo phone sex whore. The more extreme a fantasy is, the more I want to explore it. I have many callers. Some have the same role play that we explore different ways. Some change it up every time. I am a good submissive whore for my callers and the men in my life. This one fantasy mirrored a reality of mine so eerily that I wondered if I was talking to some one from my past. The crux of this fantasy was that I was a kidnapped girl. I was less kidnapped and more sold willingly by my father to traffickers. My father needed me gone so no one would ever find out about our dirty incest. He also needed money for his gambling debts and selling a jailbait girl can net a large profit for a man down on his luck. I was drugged and when I woke up, I was on a concrete floor, bound and gagged with other young girls. There was a bucket in the middle of the floor. That was our toilet. We had to squat over a bucket and shit and piss in front of other girls. I appeared to be the only one who spoke English. I am double jointed, so I was able to pop my shoulder out of place and get out of the restraints. I tried to free the other girls, but I was caught and punished in front of the others. They made an example out of me. They shot me full of heroin and made a gang bang rape porn with me. The other girls watched as the men brutalized my fuck holes and choked me. I was the example of what happens to bad whores. For days, I was drugged and fucked. My holes were used up quickly, so I could not be auctioned off. That meant my fate was either be killed or become an accomplice to lure, recruit and train other kidnapped whores. That was an easy choice. I will always choose to be the accomplice if my only other option is death.

Knife Play Phone Sex for Fun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my favorite. Knives will always be my weapon of choice. I have more control with knives. It takes more skill. Knives have more versatility too. I like to take my time killing. I love torture, pain and blood. I had a guy over last night. He thought it was for a date. I had other plans. There was not anything wrong with him. In fact, I could have seen myself dating him if I were looking for a boyfriend. I was just in the mood to kill. I was in the mood to mutilate. I drugged his wine. He was out cold quickly. I knew he would not be out long though. I only gave him enough to let me restrain him. He would have fought me too much and maybe gotten the upper hand. He was not my typical victim. I usually pick total losers, but I was in the mood for a challenge. I dragged him to the kitchen. I had a tarp on the floor and restraints ready. I tied him to heavy kitchen appliances. He was not going anywhere. I looked so tiny straddling his wide frame. The moment he woke up and started to break free, I stabbed him. I know just how to stab to miss major arteries and organs. I planned on killing him, but slowly. He had this look on his face that said, “Bitch, why?” Because I can. I put a castration band on his big dick. He was not a tiny dick loser. He had big balls and I sawed them off. I put his severed testicles in his mouth to muffle his screams. I carved him up like a side of beef. I was experimenting with my knife. I was also, experimenting with a new cannibalism phone sex recipe. His thick abs and healthy organs would make a tasty meal. I had him tied up for hours dicing his flesh off his body, draining his blood and just being a psychopath with a knife. Do you want to be my next victim?

Snuff Movies and Organ Harvesting

snuff moviesSnuff movies are real. People kill and torture others for all sorts of reasons, but profit is the number one reason. The last thing I remember, I was having drinks with a guy at a bar. The next thing I knew I woke up in a very cold room, bound and gagged. I was scared, but I was not alone. There were other girls in the room too. Some alive, some dead. I freaked out. What the fuck was going on? I was not sure. I could see some of the dead bodies. They had open wounds on their stomach and were missing their eyes. It was a gruesome discovery. This was some sort of black market organ stealing. That was the only thing that made sense. Who ever drugged me and brought me here, was selling me for parts. It was an organ harvesting operation. I was so cold. I could not move. I could smell fear and death. Some of the women were crying. I just had to figure out how to survive. We have all heard urban legends about shit like that. Wake up missing a kidney.  I think this was a snuff sex operation, however. They were not going to just take a kidney. They were going to take everything they could from me and leave me for dead. A guy came in and grabbed me and this other girl from the meat locker. They put us on side by side tables and started cutting. No anesthesia. No pain blockers. They just cut into my flesh and took out a kidney as I watched. I was in shock. All the blood. All the pain. I was not surviving this. No one could survive this. I had no idea what pain was until this moment. This was worse than any other fantasy phone sex call ever. One I was not coming back from.

Taboo Phone Sex Trafficking

taboo phone sexI thought once I earned my freedom, there would be no more Taboo phone sex with my former master. I worked hard to buy my freedom. But he pulled me back in. My former Master is a sex trafficker. Some little girls he keeps for himself. Some age out for him and become his accomplices. That was me. We were together a long time. He granted me freedom at a price. He did it because I did a lot for him over the years. I did things most women would never do for a man. He had a trainer. She was a woman like me. Just a young girl he bought on the black market and when she aged out he had her train the newer girls. That girl left him high and dry when he was expecting a shipment of young whores. He needed me. He paid me 100,00 grand for a few days of work. It felt good to be in a position where he needed me. I cleaned the girls up who arrived this week. They were a hot mess after traveling. They were drugged and in shipping containers for days. They needed showers. They needed dressed. They needed someone to tell them how to act, because I know my former master and his associates. They will kill a disobedient cunt and replace her in a heartbeat. Master’s shipment of young girls  included girls from all over the world. Some did not speak English. I did my best. I had them clean and dolled up and ready for Master and his pals to test drive before putting them on the auction block. I also had to do hymen checks to determine which ones were still virgins. He does not fuck the virgins. He saves them because cherries can be sold at a premium price. For my last-minute help with his special shipment, I made a nice profit and got to assist with some teen rape porn. Feels good to be on the other side. Today, he called me with a job offer. I am now his new trainer of trafficked girls.

Blasphemy Whore

blasphemy phone sex

I wore the special skirt that you love so much like a good whore on Sunday morning! It may look innocent to everyone else but I know you’re watching my squirm and move my tight little body in my seat while I discreetly touch myself for you, putting on a hot and horny show! Once the session is over you drag me back behind all the pews and rip that same sweet skirt off and force your big cock into me! I try to keep quiet so the pastor doesn’t hear all the nasty things your doing to my unholy slutty body but you have to wrap your hands around my throat and shove my panties down my throat to shut me up! I think he heard us, he’s coming to join! I have another hard big dick forced into my throat and I’m taking loads and loads of their seeds! It feels so goof to be doing it here, can you see how wet it makes my tight pink cunt? Give me all of your sweet juices!

Skilled in Snuff Sex

snuff sexWhen I was just a little girl, I was different. My parents knew it. School teachers new it. Everyone knew it. While other girls my age wanted to be Disney princesses, I wanted to be knife wielding psychopath. Girls my age idolized nurses and mothers and teachers. They had the hots for the Jonas Brothers and One Direction members. I idolized Ted Bundy, the Green River Killer, Charles Manson and Ed Gein. Many people called me a bad seed or Satan’s spawn. I had no friends. My imaginary friends were Norman, Michael, Chucky and Freddy. They taught me killing was how to rid the world of bad parents, narcissists vacuous Barbies, bastards and whores.

I am a snuff sex bitch. I was not always as skilled as I am now, however. I honed my sadistic skills over the years thanks to research and inspiration from the world’s notorious serial killers. When I first started killing, I was unorganized, impulsive, and messy.  Now, I am meticulous. I study my prey. I learn their habits and routine. I have a plan. I know how to dispose of the body. I know how to not leave any DNA evidence. I know who to kill and where. I do not shit where I eat. I do not kill out of impulse or anger. I kill for sport, pleasure, and financial gain.

I am the perfect accomplice phone sex partner for all your murderous fantasies. I prefer knife play with my victims, but variety is how I never being caught. I have a large arsenal of killing tools: knives, guns, acid, baseball bats, crow bars hammers, rope, blowtorch, chainsaw, poisons and my bare hands. I can be a great partner in crime. I take all the risk, clean up the mess and you just get to go alone for the wild ride.