Tag: Taboo phone sex

Spoiled brat had to go

taboo phone sexThis spoiled little bitch was annoying the fuck out of me. It all started when she parked her car right next to mine, she was way too close so when she opened her door she slammed it into mine and left a dent behind. Then she had the nerve to get mad at me about it! It was clearly all her fault but I didn’t want to make a scene in the parking lot so I just took her info and promised to bring her some money to pay for her repairs later on that day, even tho she didn’t have any damages and it was all her fault anyway! I just wanted the bitch to shut up and give me her address. She was too dumb to live I swear! I showed up to her house a few hours later, she was there alone so I knocked her out, stripped her and tied her to her bed. Then I invited several friends over and we all took turns violating her little fuck holes all night long. She’s still tied up there now, I left her alive to slowly starve to death, it seemed like a fitting punishment for being a bitch.

Castration Phone Sex: Lorena Bobbit is My Hero

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is one of my favorite things. I have a philosophy. Not every man deserves to have balls. They don’t all deserve a cock either. Testicles and dicks are a privilege not a right. So, if I meet you and decide you don’t deserve your balls or your cock, I will take one or the other or both. Chuck was a unique case. He was a special kind of douchebag idiot. I was minding my own business at the bar when him and his friend stood near me. They were discussing the Amazon documentary on Lorena Bobbitt. She is a hero of mine. This douchebag was saying stupid shit like you can’t force yourself on your wife because she is your property. His level of stupidity was mind numbing. He also said she Lorena deserved the death penalty for taking her husband’s dick. I knew, I had to do to him what Lorena did to John. I waited for his drunk ass to come out of the bar. He looked like a last call sort of guy. He stumbled out of the bar, dropped his keys at his car, which gave me the advantage point. I whacked him on the head and pushed him in the car. I drove to a junkie hotel. I was planning on giving him a hot shot, but not until he saw me take his cock and balls with a rusty old knife. I wanted him to feel the pain too. He screamed like a bitch. Even drunk as a skunk, he felt me lob his cock and balls off. He was bleeding everywhere. I had no intention of saving him. Normally, I cauterize the wound, but this dipshit didn’t deserve to live, so he could spew his ignorance. I let him bleed out a painful death, then I gave him the hot shot. Nothing but junkies at that motel. No one would be a reliable witness and the police would just think he stiffed a whore. He got what he deserved.

Strangle Me In My Home

Snuff pornMy master is gone for a month. I have no one to have fun with. My black slave pussy needs some intense sexual torture. I want you to break into my home and strangle me to death. The way my nigger cunt is throbbing I will want to keep it going. When you corner me I will put up a fight. I will not give up the fight until you overpower me. Once you finally got me into a corner with no way out,  I want you to snuff me good. Make sure I cannot breathe. When you no longer feel a pulse or hear me breathing, by all means, do what you want with me. My lifeless body is here for your pleasure. Rape my lifeless ass, or cut me open watching my lifeless body bleed out. As long as you are violent my slave cunt and I will be happy. Show me no mercy. Let all your stress, aggression and rage out on this nigger slave. If you want you can even kidnap me before you end it, knock my ass out and let me wake up to your torture.

Snuff Porn Punishment

snuff pornMy punishment was snuff porn. I didn’t have to make it. I had to be the star of one. I cheated on him. He put a tracker on my car and busted me with my trainer. I was in trouble. He had always told me that if I cheated on him, I would wish I was dead.  He was right, too. He dragged me by the hair from my lover’s bed. I was half clothed, but he didn’t care that he was making a spectacle. And no one cared about a half-naked blonde bimbo. When we got back to his place, he tossed me in his basement. It was dark and musky. I was terrified. I don’t like the dark. I felt things crawling on me. Spiders and those creepy house centipedes were swarming my body. I felt sick. I screamed for hours. I tried to flick them off me. He knew my fears and used it against me. He asked me if I was sorry yet. I told him I would do anything to make it up to him. Anything. I would rather be dead than in that basement full of creepy crawlers. He released me, but it was not a better fate. Just one less heart pounding for me. I am a pain slut; I could handle the whipping better. He strung me upside down from a banister and whipped me for so long, my flesh tore from my body. It was like being a black slave in the late 1800s. He left huge gashes in my flesh. No way I won’t be scarred for life from that. He left me hanging upside down bleeding overnight. The next morning, he cut me down and made me breakfast like nothing had happened. This taboo phone sex slut is dating a sociopath. I will never escape him.

My Necrophilia Side

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I wasn’t always a necrophile slut.  I was always a mutilator and small animal killer whore though.The only subject I actually enjoyed was Bio. I excelled in that class, except for the dissection part. Looking at that dead piglet I felt my first stirring…that tingle of excitement mixed with a yearning for the non-living. In death it looked so serene and happy, blissfully unaware of its surroundings; lying on the metal table surrounded by sweaty School girls armed with gloves and scalpels. I faked sick so I could skip that class. I couldn’t bear watching my classmates violate the sanctity of death. I’m obsessed with death. I find it so beautiful. I especially love the ones with thick eyebrows and a slight grimace in their perpetual slumber. Only I am the murderess and those still, unmoving bodies smooth and hard like marble underneath my body Make my pussy so fucking wet.  I inject fluid into my victims’ dicks so I can ride them for hours as they stay erect. Then I cut my breast so the blood runs down for lubrication. My pussy lips provide most of the lubrication though. Nothing like sex with dead bodies mixed with a bloodgasm. I feel the most alive after fucking a dead body. Is it the same for you baby? Would you like this sweet young whore I have laid out on the slab, her cold body perfect for your cock? Tell Angel of Death Jezabel all about it!

Ass Rape Porn Torture

ass rape pornThere are ass rape porn videos that I watch that get me wet. Then there are others that make me cringe in pain. My dealer loves ass torture porn. I was sucking his big black cock when one came on of a woman getting double fisted and I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I couldn’t see the screen, but he narrated it for me, and I knew I was in trouble because the way his cock was reacting in my mouth. He nutted in my mouth, then summoned a few of his dealers who were dividing coke in the back. They love to help him abuse his favorite slave. Black men love having white slaves. They love fisting them too. I begged for some lube. Black me have big hands to go with their big cocks. They laughed at me and said, “We don’t want you to enjoy it whore.” At that moment, I knew I was doomed. Two fists went in my ass at once, then two more popped in my cunt. I had four fists, and not just any fists either. Big black fists inside my tiniest holes. Torture sex to the extreme is the only way to describe it. I was bleeding, gapped and covered in my own shit by the time they were done. Humiliated and sore, I curled up in a ball to recuperate, but they just pissed on me.

Blasphemy Sex on Sunday

blasphemy sexI have a super hot caller who loves blasphemy sex with me. He knows the only true God in this world is Satan. Every time we hook up, there is trouble, as in a sacrifice will be given to our unholy father. Sundays are the hottest days to give a sacrifice to Satan. All those pretty, innocent little whores in their Sunday best worshiping a false god. We snatched up the tiniest one we could find. When it comes to human sacrifices, Satan likes them young. The younger the better because the blood is sweeter. My partner in crime and fellow Satanist, stole a goat too.  We mixed the blood of the innocents together, then we fucked in the pool of blood made from our sacrifice. Our little lamb that we sexually mutilated and dismembered, laid dying next to us. She was being exsanguinated. As her warm blood enveloped us, we fucked like wild animals hailing our dark master. Satan is the only one worth worshiping. We give him weekly sacrifices and he gives us incredible powers. Covered in the blood of the innocent, we bowed down to Satan and mocked those worshiping in churches around the world. They all need blasphemy phone sex to wake the fuck up. God is a myth. Satan is the true lord and master.

Good Girls Get Punished

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Daddy had big plans for me. Big sadistic plans. He has been grooming me to be his perfect evil accomplice whore. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t be the perfect whore for Daddy. I was squeamish around blood, unable to mutilate, slash or play in Daddy’s sadistic teen rape fantasies. Daddy says I was too much of a little good girl, and good girls like me get punished. Daddy says that I will be in a world of pain for my insolence. He stripped me naked and pushed me to my knees. I had to gag on daddy’s fat cock while he punched my head until it bled. Then daddy forced me to bow before him and beg for forgiveness while he punished my ass and cunt with harsh cracks of his whip. My poor cunnie swelled and burned with pain and daddy split my skin open. Good girls like me deserve to be beaten, daddy says. My little body collapsed from his blows. Next time I will learn to play with daddy’s little snuff sluts like the sadistic whore he wants me to be.

Dark Fantasy Phone Sex

fantasy phone sexYou must be careful who you tell your dark fantasy phone sex desires to because some sick fucks want to make them a reality. Russ is an old friend. A party and fuck buddy. I have known him since my street hooking days as a teen girl. He was a drug dealer back then. Still is, just he is the man in charge now with a huge organization. One night we were trying out some new coke he had and sharing our dark desires.  He asked me to tell him something that might shock him. I told him I had gangbang rape porn fantasies. The violent kind. The kind where I was tied up and ravaged for days, living on nothing more than cum and piss. He gave me a what the fuck look. When a drug king pin gives you that look, you know you are fucked up. I told him that years ago. And somehow, in his doped up stupor, he remembered it. Last night we were partying and the next thing I knew, I was tied up being forcibly gang banged by his dealers. There were like 6 men taking turns on me all night long. Ass and cunt prolapsed. Rope burns from being bound for almost 24 hours. Sleep deprived and covered in cum. I looked like Russ had dumped a bucket of jizz over my head. You couldn’t even see what color my eyes were. I love being mistreated, but Russ is one sadistic man. He sat on my dark fantasy for years, waiting for the right time to make it happen for me. He showed me no mercy. That was okay. I am a taboo phone sex whore. I deserve no mercy. I just deserve to be used for mens’ sick pleasures. I know you agree.

 

Bondage Phone Sex Torture

bondage phone sexIt was a weird bondage phone sex session. H going to treat me like a nigger slave. Right then I knew I would likely die or wish I was dead. It was the later. He was pissed at something. It wasn’t me, but I was his escape goat. I am always his escape goat. That is why he strung me up from a tree in his back yard. I was completely bound, so I couldn’t move. He told me he was he keeps me around he says. He threw rocks at me. Just like I imagine lynchers did in the 40s and 50s. I was the strange fruit swaying on the poplar tree that Billie Holliday sung about. Only I am not black. I am, however, black and blue and purple with spots of red from rocks cutting my skin. He left me hanging for awhile after he ran out of stones. I was bleeding badly. I was battered even worse. I passed out, but he turned a hose on me, which woke me up. He cut me down and I fell with a thud. He pissed on my bruised and bloody body and laughed. With a smirk, he said, “Damn, Blair, that was fun.”