Look at me. A pretty blonde, almost an all-American type of girl, wouldn’t you say? An easy hire for a couple looking for a nanny for the weekend as they go skiing. A sweet set of twins. A girl and a boy. Young, tight, flat chested, bald pussies. You know the type I am talking of, don’t you? So anyways they left I got settled and texted daddy and company. I could just see their tongues wagging and their dicks twitching as they read it. After dinner I gave them each a nice warm bath and a special cocoa drink afterwards. Their parents checked in and then it was go time. They were already feeling the effects when I heard a knock on the door. I opened with a big smile and kiss for daddy. Then as we walked in the family room and those two lovies were laying in only panties and underwear I saw the bulges appear. Daddy picked up the cute little girl and brought her to the couch. I sat between them and as I held her head, daddy took off her panties. I squeezed her nipples as daddy started fingering her tight hole. She was laughing and having the best time, thanks to the drugs. Then my brother came around and stuck his cock right in her mouth. He wasn’t gentle either. He rammed it down her throat. I gently rubbed her hair before grabbing it and slamming her face into his crotch. The tears streaming down her face was hot and I reached for daddy’s cock to stroke. Once her face was full of cum it was time for her brother to come play.
Tag: Taboo phone sex
They Hired Me As Their Nanny
Thankful for Snuff Sex
I am thankful for snuff sex. I have been hunting for my special thanksgiving meal for weeks and I found her. A natural beauty. College age girl with natural boobs. Natural hair (no dye) and a little meat on her bones. Today, it is rare to find a 20 something girl with no dye in her hair, her own boobs and neither too fat nor too skinny. She was just right. She will taste great with a slow roast over an open flame and the right seasonings. More than enough for just me. I will have to invite some guests over. I enjoy the preparation more than the meal. Some folks hunt deer and use the meat to feed their family for the entire winter. This is the perfect time for a cannibalism phone sex meal. I can separate the organ meat from the limbs and dissect the body in a way to freeze much of the meet. With the world going back on lock down, now is the perfect time to have a bunch of extra meat on hand. Want to hunt with me? I mean, it will become harder and harder to find meat in the stores. And as things shut down, it will become harder to find young girls on the street to kidnap for a meal. So, who wants to come to my place for Thanksgiving and help me prepare this meat I have in the basement? You can have a little fun with her first if you want.
Ass Rape Porn Pays the Rent
Ass rape porn was served up for breakfast. I was fast asleep when my dog started barking. Before I could wipe the sleep out of my eyes, the landlord burst into my bedroom with a few of his pals. They had been up most of the night drinking and were horny. Plus, I was behind on my rent since I have not worked as much during the pandemic. My landlord thought he would use my holes in trade. I could smell the liquor on their breath. It was obvious that my landlord had been in my apartment before because he knew where I keep my BDSM equipment. He pulled out my leather restraints and bound my hands. He affixed my arms above my head and shackled me to the metal beam on the canopy. His pals whipped their dicks out and circled me like a pack of wild animals. I was not going anywhere. My landlord got first dibs on my whore holes. He slid under me and fucked me so hard my head hit the beam above me. My head started bleeding, but my landlord continued to sodomize me. When he nutted, his drunk cohorts pulled me out of bed, tossed me on the floor and gang banged me. I was pinned downed like a criminal. My landlord kicked me in the ribs to quell my feistiness. As they force fucked me, they called me names like whore and slut and spit in my face. My landlord rifled through my nightstand drawer and found my sex toys. He knew right where to look too. He shoved a dildo in my ass as his pals skull fucked my mouth and pussy. They took turns exploring their rape phone sex fantasies on all my holes. By the time they were done, I was a hot mess. Sore and coated in cum. My landlord pissed in my face and told me I still owed him this month’s rent, so they would be back.
Home Invasion For Blackmail
We had a new house of whore move in down the block, and it gave me a whole new slew of ideas. I took to sneaking into their home at night, and playing the sickest game of hide and seek. I’d snap videos and take photos of them for hours, and they had no idea. They didn’t know they had a home invader who was gathering blackmail on those bitches.
That’s actually how I made them into my bitches; I got so much dirt on them, I made them into my little fucking slaves. They did everything i said, and I beat the fuck out of them on a regular basis. Maybe they should learn to be a little less mouthy, huh? That’s what I fucking thought. Well, this weekend I made them do something particularly nasty.
I made them compete for their lives. They had to clean the house with only their mouths, and whoever pleased me the least would be skinned alive by the other bitches. I won’t tell you which whore won right off the bat, but I will say I only have one sadistic slutty slave now.
Bondage Phone Sex Gone Wrong
Bondage phone sex can go horribly wrong when you are a druggy whore. One of the ways I make extra money to score coke is with bondage shoots. I enjoy being bound and gagged for photographers. It makes me feel vulnerable. It requires trust. I must trust the photographer. Trust that he is taking pictures for some sort of fetish site and not going to hurt me. The truth is though, that if I am restrained, you can do anything you want to me. Stuff a ball gag in my mouth and I cannot scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. I agreed to a bondage shoot with the guy I did not know. Coronavirus has limited my options for making money to buy coke, so I answered an ad on a fetish site. I thought he was just looking for models to profit from. A photographer pays women like me to be his model. He then makes way more money from selling the pictures to many different online rags. I never have ownership of the pictures, even though I am the model. The guy seemed fine. He had an assistant who tied me up and helped me into certain poses. He was polite while taking pictures, then suddenly Mr. Hyde disappeared, and I was dealing with Dr. Jeckel. He got verbally abusive. He spewed a litany of insults at me. His assistant started yanking the ropes like a sick puppeteer. My arms were restrained behind my back and I could feel him pulling tightly like he wanted to fracture my arm. I was not just uncomfortable; I was in pain. His assistant came around to the front of me and spit in my face before he began using me as a punching bag. He broke my nose. Fractured some ribs. I passed out strung up on my tippy toes. What woke me was the impact my body made on the floor when he cut me loose. They were not done yet. I agreed to a bondage shoot, but what I made was a gangbang rape porn. Other men came into the room and fucked my pussy and sodomized my ass for hours. At least I still got paid. The coke I bought helped dull the pain until it did not.
She should have just said yes
She should have said yes when my friend asked her out and none of this would have ever happened but she just had to be a bitch. She acted like she was too good for him when she was just a fucking whore it was ridiculous honestly and she humiliated him in front of everyone turning him down like that. She had to learn a lesson so we broke into her house late at night and tied her to the bed. My friend fucked every hole just like he had been wanting to for so long. She screamed and tried to get out of the restraints but she was tied way too tightly for that. We took our time and tortured her slowly and it was pure bliss. I made sure to tell her why we were doing it too, she should have just given him a chance but she didn’t so she had to die.
Castration Phone Sex Spell
Thanksgiving is approaching and I have castration phone sex on the mind. Did you know that in many cultures of the past, women derived strength from eating a man’s testicles? Witches routinely castrated men and often took the whole kit and caboodle. They casts spells and sucked the souls out of men using their own manhood against them. How amazing is that? I practice black magic sometimes. Too often, however, I lack the patience. I need to kill because it is quicker and more gratifying. We all have a bunch of extra time on our hands right now. While some women are cleaning their homes, I am casting spells. I am working on one that will stop my aging process. It requires the testicles of 4 men and the penis of one very virile man. Taking the balls of 4 losers was not hard. I made a weekend out of it. For right now, the bars are still open, but they are about to be shut back down, so I had to act quickly. I took out two Thursday and two Friday. Easy too. All four losers thought I was into them and would spread my legs for them. Sometimes, I wish my pussy had teeth because it would be so much fun to see the look on a man’s face when my cunt bite off his dick like a shark attack. That would be the ultimate snuff sex. I drugged all four guys to make it easier to overpower them. Put each one in my castration chair and cut off their useless balls. I have gotten better over the years at preventing infection and blood loss in my victims. I had to be careful because this spell requires the losers to live to work. The spell is not about them like many spells. I just needed their balls. I have had to do some heavy duty cleaning afterwards. I mean, I cannot get a damn virus and they cannot get one either before my spell is cast. I have four sets of testicles on ice until I capture that one virile man whose penis will be the main ingredient to the spell that will freeze me in time. Maybe that is you?
My Violent Phone Sex Death is In Your Hands
Dear Master:
I have violent phone sex fantasies; therefore, I am your willing victim. I know I am a worthless whore. Maybe in my death, I can find a purpose. Maybe in death, I can finally be worthwhile to you. I deserve to die. I do not deserve to die quickly, however. No mercy killing for this blonde bimbo. That is why I am offering myself up to you. I know you will not kill me quickly. I know it will not be a painless death either if you are my executioner. I understand that you are a sadistic bastard who can find hundreds of ways to snuff me. How should you kill me, Master? Let me count the ways. Punch me like you are Mike Tyson. Kick me and bend me like Beckham. Slam dance my face off a concrete floor. Break my bones. Set me on fire or slow roast me alive over an open flame. Disembowel me. Strangle me. Suffocate me. Dismember me with a chainsaw. Beat me with a baseball bat or a tire iron. Give me a lobotomy. Stab me. Nail me to a tree and let the wilderness eat me alive. Hang me. Stone me. Drown me. Bury me alive. Douse me in acid. Tie me between two cars and tear me in two. I know you are the kind of creative man and sick man to make my snuff sex death excruciating and memorable. You can profit off my death too Master. Stream my death for money. Sell my organs on the black market. Charge a fee to fuck my dead body. I know I do not deserve to keep on living. I am surprised I have lived this long. But then, until now, I had never met you.
Your subby whore in life and death,
Cassandra
His Sexy Deviant Goddess for Accomplice phone sex
He loves his sadistic accomplice phone sex lover. I accept his fucking of unwilling dry pussy of women and girls he has kidnapped.
I make sure he gets my wet pussy after.
Tonight he messaged me he had a sweet thing in his basement that he has been forcibly fucking for days now. “It is time to kill her.” he says.
He needs his accomplice. He needs me to come with my thigh highs and boots and tiny little outfit.
He needs my baseball bat and my fist to use upside her head as I crush her skull. My heart is his and his heart is mine.
I watch him cum inside her as I beat her brains in.
Then it’s my turn. I lay across her body and suck her pussy off his cock while looking into his rapist fantasy and murderer eyes.
He is hard for me as he licks the blood and brain matter off my nose and lips. I need him.
Her body still in ropes and cooling under me I lay back so he can kiss down my body and lick my pussy.
I moan for him and arch my back as I play in the blood of the dead one under me.
He rolls me over and tells me to look at her crushed face as he enters me from behind.
I am fucking a man who loves to live out his snuff phone sex fantasies and I cum on his cock as I know he will do it again!
Gangbang Rape Porn Party
Gangbang rape porn makes me wet. I know. Not the typical statement from a soccer mom. I love lots or guys fucking me at once. I was feeling in a dark mood the other night, so I went to this underground swinger’s club with a twist. It is a kinky swinger’s club. BDSM, double penetration, watersports, hardcore ass fucking. It is not just swapping partners. It is about dominating and breaking wives. Women can go solo because they always ending up breaking a woman quickly and she becomes incapacitated. They welcomed me to the party because the guy running the show knows it is hard to break this bitch. I was blowing this hung married guy while another one fucked my ass. Guys were joining in and it quickly became a gang bang. I was not the only woman in the place, but you would not have known that based on all the cock my fuck holes were getting. A couple wives joined in, but they started crying when their assholes got fucked. Amateurs. More cock for me then. I ended up with like 50 cocks. I like that ratio. I love gang bangs, group sex, orgies, hardcore ass fucking. I am a seasoned whore. The gang bang turned sinister like something out of a snuff porn. The husbands got rough. Violent rough. They started strangling me, choking me, and punching me as they shoved several cocks in a hole at once. I tried to be a good whore. I licked cum and piss off the floor. I was an ass to mouth slut. I did not flinch when cigars burned my nipples. I think they were showing the wives how a whore is supposed to be treated. I showed them well, because when it was done, my ass was gaped so wide a head would have fit up it. I was covered in so much cum, I could not open my eyes. And my limbs were officially sore.