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Blasphemy Whore

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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.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Fantasy

kidnapping phone sexI am full of kidnapping phone sex fantasies. My callers are too. Being kidnapped for nefarious purposes gets my cunt wet. Most women have erotic rape fantasies. Not me. No handsome stranger in my fantasy world. What I think about is being kidnapped and used by a bunch of strangers. Tied up in an uncomfortable position and sodomized for hours by drunk men. I am not one for romantic fantasies. I like the more brutal kind of fantasies. Last night my caller had an elaborate fantasy. I am still masturbating thinking about it. I was a good soccer mom. I did no drugs. I was not a P mom either. I was out jogging one morning when a guy came out of nowhere. He pushed me in the back of an old Chevy van and put a needle in my arm. I woke up in a dingy room tied up with gross men fucking my ass. I was in some macabre gangbang rape porn. Strung out. I was foggy. I had no clue where I was or what was happening to me. As soon as I started to scream, another needle went in me. And I was in la la land again. I could feel cocks ramming into my ass. It probably hurt, but I was out of it. When I started to come out of it, I could feel the pain. The pain of being bound and gagged in an uncomfortable position. The pain of a prolapsed asshole. The shame of having been used as a dirty cum dumpster. Now I was a dirty whore, strung out and in pain. My caller had disgraced a soccer mom. It was a hot fantasy phone call.  It made me almost wish I were a good soccer mom. It would be a longer fall from grace.

Daddy Made Me His Perfect Slut

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This day is very special for me because I am a daddy’s girl. He introduced me to all the nasty things I like and enjoy now. The first time he fucked me he tied me up slapped me around even smacked me with his cock. He ripped my pussy hole open with his massive cock pounding me hard showing me I would enjoy the pain and love daddy gave me. He also fingered my asshole as he pounded me telling me I belonged to him and all my holes were for his use. Daddy fucked me until I started liking it playing with my clit as his body held me down. He then shoved his cock in my ass to show me how he would use every hole. He continued to play with my clit as he fucked my ass, something happened in me and I started shaking from my first orgasm my tiny pussy pulsed and dripped from my juices. He enjoyed knowing he forced me to cum and now I was hooked that he filled my ass up with gooey baby milk. I learned many things from daddy and every year we celebrate together any way he wants.  

Taboo Phone Sex Anal Whore

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is something I enjoy. I am a taboo whore. A sexy switch with a dark side. I do not enjoy vanilla fantasies. It is funny. When I was a young girl being abused daily by daddy and his friends, I wanted out desperately. I wanted a Cinderella story with a Prince Charming and a castle to live in. Now, I want the Prince of Darkness and a Gothic castle that is likely haunted. I think as I get older, I crave what I had as a young girl but on my terms. You can let the past define you and control you for life. Or you can embrace the past, reinvent yourself and live life on your terms. I like to be a taboo princess, doing all the dark things wives refuse to do for their men, like be ass rape porn stars. I am an anal whore. When I was a young girl, my ass was the preferred hole for daddy and his friends because if I got pregnant there would be proof of a crime. My ass was prolapsed weekly by daddy and his friends. I hated anal sex for years, until I woke up one day and said I am not a helpless ass victim. I started doing anal torture shoots and gigs. Now, I make a lot of money being an anal sex whore. The more violent and extreme the anal sex, the more money I make. I agreed to be fish hooked in the ass. I am not talking about a hook to catch a minnow. I am talking about a big metal hook you see in slasher films. I was strung up in the air with only a hook in my ass. As I swung back and forth, men pissed and came on me. My asshole ripped and bled but I kept on smiling because I love anal torture sex.

Torture Phone Sex and Tender Age Flesh

torture phone sexTorture phone sex calls are my favorite. The screams of victims fuel me. Torture includes castration, which I am known for. But it also includes all sorts of sexual mutilation on boys and girls. I like to prolong the pain. There is no fun in a quick kill or even a mercy killing. Pain arouses me. Not my pain. Your pain or the pain of some agreed upon victim. And when it comes to victims, I do not discriminate. I like killing and maiming all ages, races and genders. Young ones bleed better and brighter. The smell of their blood is sweeter too. I hooked up with a guy last week to torture this teen cock tease. She has been using him for money. He has been a sugar daddy with none of the benefits. Girls cannot expect to be spoiled indefinitely without putting out. The little cock tease threatened to call the police when he tried to get head from her. That is when he looked me up on the dark net. I help men with their problems. I can make little bitches compliant. I can make them suffer. I can even make them snuff porn stars. He did not want her dead, but he wanted her to feel his pain. I am sure his blue balls were nothing compared to what I did to her, but she will never give a man blue balls again. I carved her up. I sliced her labia lips off. I pierced her clit and nipples for shits and giggles. I carved whore in her tender age flesh. She screamed and bled like a stuck pig. The man who she took advantage of was there too, but he wore a mask. This one we let live. His choice, not mine. But he did finally fuck her. He fucked her ass and pussy. I uglied the bitch up. No man will ever want the cock teasing whore again. She has the rest of her life to think about what she has done.

Bondage Phone Sex and Anal Torture

bondgae phone sexI have no official training in bondage phone sex. I just know men love to restrain me in uncomfortable positions and do bad things to me. Even my stepson enjoys restraining me. When he comes over with ropes, chains, spreader bars, and a ball gag, I worry. I know he is in a mood. And that mood never goes well for me. Last time he came over with that kind of BDSM equipment, he live streamed our encounter. He beat the crap out of me. This time was no different. He needed money and I am his easiest means for making fast money. I do not understand the world of cryptocurrency, but he makes good money live streaming our encounters. Plenty of men in the world with mommy issues. Viewers pay in Bitcoins to watch the stream and they tip extra to watch him do certain things to me. Just when I think things cannot get worse, they do. This last stream a man paid 100 Bitcoins to watch me double fisted raw. I have no clue how much money that is. I suspect if it turned out to be pennies, he still would have done it. He put me in his office chair with my legs over the armrests. I had a ball gag in my mouth and my ankles were bound with my arms pinned behind the chair. He widened my asshole with a speculum first for his audience. They were eating it up because I could hear the dings of Bitcoin tips. He cranked it as wide as it would go. He ripped it out then while my ass was gaped, clasped his hands together making one fist and thrust inside me. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star would have screamed, bled and shit herself. I was in so much pain, but my muffled screams just turned him and his audience on more. It was torture. Anal torture. And it lasted hours. I do not think I will ever shit right again.

Snuff Porn Goddess Sadistic Gray

I’m a Snuff porn Goddess. It’s the very thing I crave to do, make little brats uncomfortable until they die. I am not picky. I will cast my spells upon loser males just as I do to those young annoying creatures. I absolutely despise little brats. I will Never breed. I don’t create life. I am here to take it. I will smash you like a fucking bug the same as I do little ones. I don’t give a fuck. In fact I am rather hateful and mean. *Evil laugh* I sadistically laugh as guys try to get off on me. I will take the garden shears from a fucking pervert landscapers hands and snip his manhood right off and laugh. I once took a weed eater to a piece of shits head. He though it was cute to call after me with lewd and demeaning remarks about my womanhood. I am the Sadistic cunt here and if you need help out of your hideous life great!

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Turns Out I Love Accomplice Phone Sex

accomplice phone sexDo you have accomplice phone sex fantasies? I know I do. After being the victim most of my life, it is fun to be a partner is crime with the focus on another worthless slut. I bought my freedom from my master one tiny whore at a time, but now that I am free woman, I crave tiny girls still. In the beginning, I told myself it was survival of the fittest. Other women helped abuse me. But after about the third little girl I helped abuse, I realized I was enjoying sending a lamb to its slaughter. The older I get, the sicker I get. I was at the mall last night and saw a sweet young girl who was lost. I am in my thirties now and little girls look at me differently. They no longer have stranger danger. I tell them I am a mommy too with a little girl just their age, and they will follow me anywhere. I took this girl to my SUV and molested her in the back of my car. Tinted windows and a sun blocker screen and no one knew what I was doing to that sweet young thing. And a dark wig and glasses, with my tits flattened, no one would be looking for a blonde bimbo predator. I fingered her sweet juice box and she dripped all over my fingers. She tasted yummy. I popped her cherry with my fingers, and she cried for her mommy. I fingered her little puckered asshole too. I just kept thinking about you and how much you would have enjoyed molesting her with me. Your rape phone sex fantasies for tender age girls could have been realized in that moment. Parents really need to teach their young girls to fear mature women too. It is just too easy for me to lure a little angel away from safety and straight into the arms of danger.

Castration Phone Sex Fantasy Vs Reality

castration phone sex I get Ims and emails daily about castration phone sex. So many losers in the world who know they have worthless balls but are too wimpy to do it themselves. Apparently, they are too stupid to know how this works either. On the phone it must be role play because I am not there to really take your balls, even though many times I wish I were. In my personal life, I castrate guys often. They pay me thousands of dollars, not $2.00 a minute, LOL. On the phone, we either simulate what it would be like to have your balls removed by a bad ass bitch, or you have a sharp knife handy and be prepared to call 911 after our call. Phone castration is fantasy phone sex. Logic would make you think that most men would know that, but some losers think I can come right on over with my knife collection and cut off their balls. This is phone sex, not an escort service. The men whose balls I take in real time have either paid me handsomely or just pissed me off that much like Gerry last week. Small dick loser who thought he could talk down to me. He made a couple wrong assumptions. First, he assumed I wanted to fuck him. Hell, no. I have standards and he did not meet any of them. Two, he thought he could insult me. Maybe that works on insecure women, but I am not insecure. I thought I left the loser in the bar, but he followed me home. Well, he followed me to my kill shack in the woods because I realized he was following me. He never left the cabin. I cut off his balls and his dick and left him outside bleeding, so the wild animals would tear him apart limb by limb. Gerry paid with his life for being a tool. If you are lucky, you just pay for a call and some extreme CBT torture sex.