Tag: Taboo phone sex

Torture Phone Sex Roadside Assistance

I had to make a Roadside assistance call and got this Torture phone sex blog from it. That was quite an experience late on a Friday Night. I was caught in the rain with a blown out tire in the middle of nowhere. I got lost looking for a party. I was dressed like a stripper. It was the dead of night in the middle of a rain storm on a deserted hiway. What could possibly go wrong?

What happens when you are in a county with no night life and few residents. Little crime or need for a big PD. Well these police officers were far from looking out for my safety. These guys were so back woods they see a piece of ass they pounce on it with bird calls and all that shitiness. I was degraded like a low grade hooker. They forced me to my knees and pissing down my throat. They slapped me around and took part of Rape phone sex fantasies they have likely been harboring for decades. I was beat with the nightstick, tazed in the cunt as they fucked me. There were 4 pigs and one was a bitch calling all the shots.

She got off on seeing me beat and violated. She enjoyed poking and prodding at me with the tazer and her boot. She was fucking wet for pistol fucking me mostly. She and the guys pissed on me and left me in the pouring rain as they towed my car away.

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You Don’t Stand A Fucking Chance

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

Bloodthirsty bitches like me don’t take shit from skanky whores. That doesn’t mean that I don’t get my pussy stretched out. I do, and often. It’s most nights of the week I get left with a cream pie in my cunt, but those are all on my own terms. I love riding and gliding on blood covered cocks, especially after they’ve just stolen the innocence of some young girl or slutty little boy. I love men that can be violent, especially with bitches and young ones.Any one that does some nasty little accomplice play with me is always welcome back into my bed.

These tiddies are supple, and this pussy drips. Especially is we use the tears of that poor, forlorn little one as lube. I love watching cocks tear into hot young cunts and fresh littler ass holes. The rip is audible, and it makes my nipples leak. I want to play in their juices. Just to fuck with them, I always make them cum. They loved it if they came, didn’t they? That’s what I drilled into their little heads as I’d edge them again and again until they begged me for sweet release.

Your Fantasy Phone Sex Scenarios Were My Life as a Young Girl

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex is what I do best. But some men have fantasies that are my reality. I had a brutal upbringing. What daddies fantasize about doing to their baby girls or other girls, my daddy did to me. I had a caller this week who wanted me to relive my violent past with daddy. I could hear the satisfaction in his voice as I choked up remembering the violence. I understand that my pain is your pleasure. That is the nature of this job. He asked me my earliest memories of abuse and what my father did to me first. The night my mother left us, my father was in my bedroom doing way more than just exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for his baby girl. I tried to pretend that I was sound asleep, but I could not pretend to be in a deep sleep while daddy’s dick ravaged my tiny holes. I was bleeding and crying. Screaming in pain. I was so loud; daddy shoved his crusty old boxer shorts in my mouth to muffle me. Later, he would graduate to a ball gag. My father was never a father to me. And when my mother left, that did not change. What changed was that I became his wife. I had to cook and clean. I had to service his cock. Not just his cock either. I had to service all his poker buddies and friends too. He kept me home from school when I got older because he was afraid, I might tell a counselor, or a friend and he would lose his cash cow. He pimped me out when I was barely a teen to settle his gambling debts. I eventually got too big to control and I ran away. Do I like talking about my youth? No. But I am a taboo phone sex slut, and it is part of the job.

Snuff Movies and Castration

snuff moviesWant to watch snuff movies and cuddle? Okay, I could not even type that without laughing and doing a hard eye roll. I do not cuddle. You know what else I do not do? Play the victim. Some loser called me this week because he wanted to work out some aggression on the woman who just dumped him. I was like nope. You cannot make me a victim. He told me to shut up. I hung up on him. He kept calling back. Finally, I answered again and  the loser was still cursing at me. I was very clear that I am not the woman for his rape phone sex fantasies unless he wanted me to be his accomplice, or he wanted me to force fuck him. He kept trying to dominate me. And I kept blocking him because I am no one’s bitch. Never have been never will be. Since he would not play nice with me, I took his nuts. I took his cock. And I took his life. It is not my fault if some loser cannot tell the difference between a sadistic and a victim. It is not my fault that he does not read my bio or my blogs. I do not care how much you pay to talk to me; I will never be your victim. I do not play well with others, especially dumb asses like the loser who called me to force his pathetic wiener on me. I made sure he knew that his girlfriend was smart for dumping his pathetic ass. I have his address. I have enough information to find him on social media and find his ex-girlfriend. Would not be the first pathetic caller I hunted down and castrated in real time. You dumb fucks. You do not try to dominate me without repercussions. You are my victim, or I am your accomplice. Nothing else.

A Gangbang Rape Porn in a Park Bathroom

gangbang rape pornI was in the park running. I was not in the mood for a gangbang rape porn. I was not on anything. I have two sides. When I am high on coke, I am a nasty no limits freak. I want everything rough and painful. When I am sober, I am a typical boring soccer mom. I want to exercise, be a good mom and shop. I was in soccer mom mode when I went for a late night jog in a the park. Honestly, I never thought I would run into trouble in this park. It is in a good part of town. It is well lit too. I was jumped by some guys. Young punks. I fought hard because I was sober. I had my adrenaline working this time. I ran into a public bathroom and locked the door. I called 911, but they broke in through a window. Crawled in and trapped me.  I told them the cops were coming. One of the punks was very smug. He said they could fuck and kill me before any of us heard a siren. One of the boys held me with my arms pinned behind my back while his cohorts ripped my clothes off. They were right. I still heard no sirens as they took turns fucking my ass and pussy. When we did hear the sirens in the distance, one of the guys did something surprising. He shoved a douche up my cunt to clean away the DNA. These boys were prepared predators. Not their first ass rape porn with a woman in the park. Another douche got shoved up my ass wiping away all their cum in my asshole. That was a first. They fucked me and douched me. When the cops arrived, they did not believe me. They thought I made the entire thing up even though I had marks on my body and an a prolapsed asshole.

Snuff Sex Secretary

Snuff sex was not even on my mind when I temped as a secretary last week. I have been supplementing my income with all sorts of gigs this past year. When I saw an ad for $3,000 for five days of answering phones, I thought hell yes. That is easy money. I can look good at a front desk. I can answer a phone sexy as fuck too. I should have known it was too good to be true. It was way too good to be true. The boss guy wanted a pretty bimbo, but not to answer phones. He wanted a pretty bimbo to slaughter. There was no one else in the office. It was him and me. I was duped. He tied me to an office desk and stripped me naked. With my big fake boobs exposed, he whipped them with his belt. He was slaughtering my tits. The big brass belt buckled slashed the tender skin on my breasts. Bright red blood streaks dripped down my stomach. He was just getting started. He whipped my cunt too. That belt buckle felt like being beat with cotton candy on my tits compared to what it felt like on my cunt. I was begging for mercy as the flesh on my pussy flew off in chunks. By the time he was done, my cunt looked like a grenade had exploded inside it. My pelvic bone was exposed.  I was crying and convulsing. I think I went into shock from the pain. I was sitting in a pool of my blood and a pile of my flesh. Then he started punching me in the face. Broke my nose. My eyes swelled up so I could not see out of them anymore. I was coming in and out of consciousness. This was not worth the $3,000 if I survived. This was a snuff porn not a secretary gig. Sometimes, I am so dumb.

Taboo phone sex is a wild ride

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Craving taboo phone sex and can’t get those filthy thoughts out of your mind? You know you’re one sick fuck, and I want to help you bring those wicked desires out. You’ve often thought about the girl next door and have wanted so badly to sneak into her house and make her take your cock. You love being a sick fuck so let me help you.

I want to befriend that slut and have you over. Let’s get her all fucked up that she doesn’t even know where she’s at. I love a high whore who is out of it completely. I want to strip her down and make you take out all your frustrations on her. I want to see her body shiver when you stick that rod in her and fuck her rough. Make the little slut lose herself. Make her obsessed with getting violated and used. Let’s make sure she craves cock and lots of drugs from now on, and we’ll make her a good cum rag together.

Knife Play Phone Sex is My Weapon of Choice

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is my poison. When I have any weapon to choose from, I pick a knife every time.  Knives require skills. Knives make the fight fairer and I like a good fight. A woman with a gun is no fun. One pull of the trigger and the victim is dead. I like to prolong the imminent death. The thrill for me is in the hunt and the torture. I never just stab without some foreplay. My knives allow me to perform a variety of tasks too. I can cut. I can castrate. I can inflict pain. I can gut. I can kill. One instrument, so many ways to have fun. This weekend, my knives were used for castration phone sex. Nothing I enjoy more than taking a worthless pair of nuts. I caught this guy spiking girls’ drinks when they went to the bathroom in this bar I was at. I knew then he was my target for the night. I was not his type, but once I warned the other girls subtly, he was left with me. I got my inspiration from this movie Promising Young Woman. I am never a victim. I will protect other women though from predatory assholes. This looser was a short fat fuck. These women, myself included, were well out of his league. I acted drunk, but we never made it to his place. I took his balls in his car. Okay, I did more than take his balls. I gutted the predator like a pig. I took his balls while he was still alive though, so he would feel the pain. I taunted him with his balls too. I shoved them in his mouth while I turned him into a snuff porn star in his own car. I took his balls and killed him all with knives. One predator down, many more to go.

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored in an Adult Bookstore

rape phone sex fantasiesI went to an adult video store this week. I was not looking to explore some random dude’s rape phone sex fantasies. I was there to get a new vibrator and maybe get some hot BDSM porn. As I was scrolling through the DVD titles, a couple guys started talking to me. I was doing my best to ignore them. I was playing the good wife. I was not high. I just wanted to be left alone. One of the guy’s pulled my hair then slapped my face as I told him to leave me alone. None of the men in the adult bookstore were backing off me. They said if a woman was alone in an adult store like I was, she was looking for trouble. They pulled my clothes off and started fucking me. They shoved their dicks in all my holes. I was screaming for help, but they paid off the attendant. He put earphones on, and he hung a closed sign in the store. He let the men fuck me. He let them use me for their carnal desires. I was bleeding from my pussy and ass because they were fucking me so savagely. I was forced to suck my shit and blood off their dicks while they laughed at me. I was a mess. If I had been high, I would have been acting like a gangbang rape porn star, but I was not. I was crying and pleading with them to leave me alone. They finally did, but only after they nutted a few times each. They left the bookstore, but there I was on the floor, curled up in a ball smelling like piss, shit and cum. I told the bookstore dude he was a worthless piece of shit and he fucked me too.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: How Would You Kill Me?

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex calls. There are a million ways to die, right? How would you kill me? I have been in the dark desires business for a decade. From simulated fetish modeling to phone sex, I have heard a lot of creative and painful ways to die. How would you kill me? Men always ask me about my favorite way to die and I just tell them to make it bloody and brutal. I am a pain slut so I crave the more vicious deaths. I do not want to die only one way over and over. Where is the fun in that? I will admit, however, I am a fan of creativity. And many of my regular callers are creative in their ways to kill me. I have a caller into Gothic fantasies, so it is always a creative vampire fantasy. I get wet thinking about a sexy vampire making me his eternal lover. Vampires are my favorite monsters. They are definitely the sexiest monsters. Who wants fucked by a zombie, LOL? I have another caller who enjoys gruesome and bloody executions. He brings his love for the medieval era to my deaths, so I get the rack or the guillotine. Often, I am begging to die for him. I must prove I am serious and worthy of a violent death. I mutilate myself for his pleasure. I would gut myself for some of you too. And another caller is very creative with his technology. He likes to kill me with orgasms. He injects me with nanonets. They are these tiny robot-like things that are injected into your blood stream and can do things like cause your heart to stop when you cum. I am often imprisoned for a crime and forced to die in a public execution. My callers kill me like I am in a snuff porn with them. That is why I love this job so much. There are a million ways to die.