there is this particular quirky man named Bill. Whom I see every couple of weeks. I like him a whole bunch. He is into my usual kinks of causing me all sorts of pain. But he has a special kink. He likes me to shove a dildo up his ass. Fucking him as hard as I can while he kicks and punches me. I hardly ever am able to give the pain back to the ones you give it to me. But with Bill it is encouraged. Only with the dildo tho. I try to fuck him real hard and real fast. I try to make his ass raw as possible. Why not? He loves the fucking I give to his ass, as he tortures my body. Makes him spew his juices all over the place.
Tag: Taboo phone sex
Bill’s Quirks
Kidnapping phone sex
I thought napping was a way of life and normal and not really a big deal until it happen to me. I guess you can already start to tell how much of a dumb fuck slut I am. I mean since I am slightly air headed I really do make the perfect victim. So I went to the grocery store late at night not thinking much of anything since it was a pretty lit up place. I had no problems walking into the store with my little short jean skirt and my skimpy little tight tank top. When I walked out of the store done with my shopping and back to my car I had no idea that I was someones prey. I put the stuff in my trunk and next thing I know, I was hit on the head and forced in my trunk also.
I guess he had a little time to tie me up when he got a hold of me. I allowed myself to drift out of my body for what felt like a brief second since he literally knocked the air out of me. He drove into some woods that looked like it had a walking trail attached to it. He pulled me out of my trunk by my hair and began to force my clothes off of me. He spit on me and laughed at my nakedness. He forced his cock inside my pussy and began to fuck some more of my brain cells out of my head. I feel like such a worthless dumb whore. He would not stop sliding me up and down his shaft, no matter how much he made me gush blood everywhere.
When he was done with me, he laughed it off, threw me my keys and left.
Roleplay phone sex
I was with this really hot guy the other day. We were fucking all day and all night. He suggested that it may be fun to roleplay and have some really kinky sex. I was all in agreement. Well, so I thought. I acted as if I did not want him to have sex with me and he would force himself on me. I sat there denying him and next thing I knew he took at a sharp knife. He slid it against my neck and cut a shallow gash into my skin. I freaked out and was really begging for him to let me go.
He held me down and laughed in my face the more I begged and pleaded. Fuck I was even sobbing and shaking. He pulled my thighs apart and stabbed right into my pussy mound. It gushed blood and ran in between my pussy lips. He finally shoved his cock into my pussy and I begged him to please let me go. He thrusted his cock harder inside of me, ripping me open with his fat cock. I just wanted to break freak from his grip. It was just suppose to be fake.
With each thrust he took his knife out and made jabs all over my body. I was hoping I do not bleed out by the time he finishes. He takes his cock out and slides it into the cut inside my pussy mound. He starts ripping the skin in that area fucking my skin away from my pussy. I could feel his cock about to pump the stretched open skin with cum juice.
After he left, it was almost impossible to pick myself up off the ground. My blood was acting like glue. I guess I will just lay here.
My Worst Fantasy Phone Sex Nightmare
When it’s fantasy phone sex, anything goes. That is what I love about this job. I like to get fucked up on coke, which always takes me to extreme places. I have dark fantasies. Very dark fantasies. What about you? I tend to run my mouth when I am fucked up too. I told my stepson about a deep dark fantasy last week. I know better than to tell him anything. He hates me. He gets me high because he knows I run my mouth and I don’t fight him when he abuses me. The truth is that I like the abuse. I told him this sick fantasy I have about spiders. There is nothing that scares me more than spiders. We were talking about fears. I told the wrong person that I thought I might have a heart attack if spiders were crawling all over my body while fucking. I am a submissive MILF; the thought of a man exposing me to my worst fear turns me on but scares me too. Last night my sick fantasy became a reality. I didn’t have a heart attack, but I pissed myself and hyperventilated. My stepson dragged me out of bed and tossed me in the cellar. He was taunting me in the dark. His voice seethes with hate. He hooked me up to a fuck machine. What came next, I never could have imagined. He dumped a container of hairy, big spiders on me. I was restrained to the bed frame while getting fucked and these creepy spiders were all over my body. I was shaking. I have never been so scared. This was not fantasy, it was torture sex. I was shaking badly from fear. I couldn’t enjoy the fuck machine. My stepson laughed at me as he jacked off on my face. I knew I should have never told him my worst fear.
Cannibalism Phone Sex: Some Men are Better Dead
Cannibalism phone sex is for men with certain tastes. Not all men with such fantasies are Hannibal Lector, however. I have quite a few men who fantasize about being devoured by a hot bitch with peculiar tastes. I have a different palette than most people. I like a good pig roast but without the pig. I don’t eat swine. I do eat man flesh, however. Cooked just right, it is a very satisfying meal. Low calorie too. William paid me to kill him. We had a contract so that nothing would come back on me. The law says that someone cannot pay for their murder. So, he technically took his own life with pills. I just drank wine and watched. And waited while the oven preheated. No one would find his body unless they inspected my shit. I love eating men that have just died. They taste better fresh. I broiled William in a big pot over an open flame. I buttered him, so his skin would cook evenly and a pretty golden brown. I added veggies from my garden and turned him into man stew. It tastes great and it is healthy. Not to mention it last for a long time. William did more good to me dead than alive. He fed me for a month. He was very self aware. He knew he could do more for me dead than alive. Are you that self aware? I am hungry again.
Ass Rape Porn Ad
Ass rape porn star wanted was all the ad said. I can take a good hardcore ass fucking, especially for money. The rent was due, and I was irresponsible with my money like always. I spent it on clothes and weed. My landlord is on too me. I can no longer fuck or suck my way out of an eviction. I answered the ad. The pay was more than I needed. I figured I would get sodomized for hours, earn the rent money and have extra for some premium weed. I thought it was an easy solution to my money situation. I was hired for anal torture sex. The money wasn’t worth it. First, I was fucked with a cattle prod. Electric shocks were sent up my ass at such a high velocity that I was convulsing. Bloody shit was coming out my ass. The person torturing my ass was a woman. She said I was her bought bitch for a few hours and I couldn’t do anything about it because I was a stupid bimbo in need of money. She was right. After the cattle prod came a baseball bat. A thick long Louisville slugger up my ass while she giggled. She was recording my ass torture. She said she had a loyal fan base that paid good money to jack off to bimbos getting anally tortured. This was going to be the hardest I ever worked for a thousand dollars. I am a pain slut, but this was more pain than I was built for, even high. I begged for drugs, but she informed me that her audience liked the look and sound of real pain. There would be no subduing the pain. The worst pain, she saved for last. I got a glass tube up my ass. This thing pierced through my ass like a sword. I swear it felt like it was gagging me from the inside. I left the site on all fours. Felt more life snuff porn than ass porn. She killed my asshole, but I won’t be homeless this month.
Torture phone sex
I was fucking this guy who I thought would be a good and quick hook up. He was balls deep inside of me and ramming himself harder and harder into my. He was really drilling that cock fast and deep inside of me. He started putting his hands and my mouth and face. I tried to tell him I could not breath and started to squirm, wanting him to get off of me. He seemed to really like that fact that I was whimpering and had that look of my panic in my eyes.
His mouth started to go around my nipple. His teeth started to dig into my nipple, biting it right off. I could not believe that he just tore through my flesh. I screamed while blood trickled down to my tummy. I thrashed back and forth trying to brake his grip on me. He put his mouth on the other nipple and bit down doing the same thing. He started chewing my nipples in his mouth like bubble gum. His cock was stilling going so hard and fast inside of me.
My pussy was getting raw and bruised from him fucking me so rough. He leaned down and licked the blood off my tummy and spit it right into my face calling me names. I throat was getting hot and purple from his grip. I felt myself loose consciousnesses and I would come back only to him fucking my limp body harder. I was like a little rag doll on his cock. He started digging his fingers into my tit fat, pulling the skin away from my chest.
My open titty wounds were gushing so much blood and my fatty flesh was coming out of the holes. I do not think I will be alive much longer.
Blasphemy Sex with Blair
He wanted blasphemy sex. He wanted me to hail Satan and curse God as we fucked. I may not be the most religious woman around. I worship at the house of cocaine, but it made me queasy to say what he wanted. If I didn’t deliver him a blasphemous hot time, he would have killed me. He made that very clear. My life depended on me telling him how much I love Satan. He gave me a cross and told me to fuck my whore pussy with it. Again, the thought of doing that made me uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as being dead. That would be something I couldn’t bounce back from. I spread my whore legs and I fucked my cunt like Linda Blair did in The Exorcist. I was bleeding from my pussy. I licked off my own pussy blood as I renounced God and begged for Satan to put a love brat inside my belly. I talked about wanting to have Satan’s spawn. My captor was aroused. His cock was hard listening to my blasphemous mouth. I would be spared snuff sex if I kept it up. I thought of all the horror movies I have seen in my life. I thought of all the peril I have been in and no higher power came to my aid, like now. This guy snatched me off the street. He was high as fuck and wanted to party. I thought he had coke, so I went begrudgingly. He chained me up to a beam in an abandoned warehouse. He yelled and screamed at me for hours. Made me hail Satan and sing blasphemous songs. I never got any coke either. I got shot up with heroin. I woke up in my own puke this morning with a bloody cross in my ass and a pentagram carved into my forehead. Being a slave to coke is dangerous.
Oh, You’re Gonna Do It
“Oh, you’re gonna do it. If I have to threaten and fucking force you to do it. Taboo phone sex is something that both turns you on and scares you. It scares you cause you know how fucking much it turns you on. That’s what scares you. The thought of fucking and torturing these little ones. It could be one of yours. Looking all innocent and shit. Go on and admit it . You’re a fucking perverted “P” daddy. Grown woman pussy just doesn’t do it for you any more does it? Noooo, you lust for that young bald smooth cunnie. Those wee little ones. You know how fucking disgusting and wrong it is, but you just can’t help yourself. No more than I can either. So let’s be fucking “P” together.
I Need a Snuff Sex Daddy
A dirty whore like me craves snuff sex. My daddy raised me as his little bitch. I ran away from home as a young teen girl. I didn’t realize then how grateful I was to my daddy for being such a mean son of a bitch. Being a young runaway is a rough life. I had no skills. I had no money. That made me fall prey to men who made daddy look like a choir boy. I should have realized then that daddy only wanted the best for me. I was a dumb whore who needed a dominant man to control me; make the decisions I was too stupid to make for myself. I understand that now. Every day, I look for a man like daddy. I have daddy issues, clearly, but that is good for you. I am looking for that right mixture of sadism and affection. A man who cares enough to administer a stern punishment, even torture sex. Every night I get high and drunk, trolling seedy clubs and the streets looking for a daddy master like the one I fled so many years ago. Sometimes I find great mean masters, other times I get paid to be abused for a little while and sometimes I come home empty handed and need to beg men like you to hurt me. Last night, I didn’t find a master, but I didn’t come home with nothing either. I met some street boys tweaking on meth. I don’t usually do meth, but I wanted some kicks too. I got high as fuck. I was baiting them to abuse my whore holes. I taunted their masculinity. They used me as a punching bag and sodomized my ass. There was a girl with them. She was the cruelest. She fucked my ass with her dirty shoe heel as she spit on me. I will never see them again, but it was hot abuse, albeit short lived.