Tag: Taboo phone sex

Payback with Torture Sex

torture sexHe said it was going to be torture sex. He wouldn’t tell me his name. He said that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I paid for being a bitch and a man stealer. He knew every sordid detail of my salacious life. I offered him money, but he was already paid handsomely. He tied me to a chair with leather restraints. I was stripped naked. He commented about my big whore titties. I started to scream, but before I could scream too long, he put my panties in my mouth to muffle me. With a sinister grin on his face, he started talking about how his clients wanted payback. There was no apologizing. He wouldn’t listen to my pleas. Pain was on his mind. He started with several whacks to my big fake tits with a cane.  That cane hit my ass a few dozen times too. He affixed weights to my nipples and my clit. I felt like I suddenly had cow udders. Needles pierced my skin. I could feel drops of blood oozing out of my nipples. Drip drip drip. Blood cascading over my tits and pooling in my belly button. More whacks with floggers, paddles and canes all over my body. My skin was turning purple. I was starting to bruise. I was trying to itemize my sins in my head. It was too late to right the wrongs. This was my end. My skin was blistering, bleeding and changing colors from the abuse and torture. His goal was to ruin my big boobs, scar my body, ruin its perfection so I could not steal a man if I wanted to. I thought when he laughed at my ruined body he was done, but this was not just torture, this was snuff sex too. His hands clenched tightly around my throat as he squeezed the life out of me, making sure I knew I was dying for being a whore.

Taboo Phone Sex is What I Do Best

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is what I do best. I get too fucked up to do vanilla calls. I have had too many submissive experiences to do vanilla type calls either. I had a long caller last night. We were getting high together. When I do lines of coke, I can’t fake shit. Coke brings out my freaky side. Since I am always high, I am always a freak. I have this horse thing with a dildo attached to it. I use it to give sex shows to dealers and my sons. My caller was asking about the type of things I have in the house to fuck myself with and I told him. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it was a trap. Once he heard me describe all the objects I have used on myself, he wanted to channel my inner ass rape porn star. I was high; faking it was not an option. I ended up bouncing on my dildo saddle contraption while fisting my own cunt. Thank god for speaker phone. He was describing all the violent things he wanted to do to me while I impaled my ass on a 13 inch dildo with my fist in my cunt. Not sure how I managed that level of multi asking fucked up, but I did. I gaped my own holes. Normally, others destroy my holes, but I told you I am a nasty fuck slut when I am high.

Accomplice Phone Sex Leads to Fucking & More Killing

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is all you get if you don’t want to be my victim. I love a good accomplice. I hate guys who call me and think that I will be their bitch. Never going to happen. I don’t roll over for anyone. Look at me? Do I look like the kind of girl who will worship your dick? I will chop off that mother fucker if it gets anywhere near me without permission. A typical woman wants candle light, a nice meal and Barry White type of music to fuck. The only thing that gets me horny is blood. I get aroused by other people’s pain and torture. Nothing like a good dismemberment to get my cunt wet. You need to be careful, however. I can be a Praying Mantis. That means, I might just kill you in post coital bliss. I went hunting with Trevor last night. We met at a Goth bar a couple weeks ago. He is a thrill killer too. We decided to kill this neighbor cock tease. It was hot planning her demise together. Thinking about the where and the how was foreplay. She died a violent death. She was a fighter for a young girl. Perfect snuff porn victim. I like it when they fight. It is more realistic. There we were, covered in her blood, fucking like wild animals amongst her severed limbs. The smell of death is so arousing. Trevor had a big cock too. Some of my accomplices, lose their boners when they kill. I hate that shit because it means they have remorse for what they have done. I want a straight up sociopath like me. I thought Trevor was a fellow sociopath until he tried to spoon me. Like what the fuck dude? Spooning me anywhere, only gets you knifed.  I cut off his big dick, so I could stuff it. I have a few nice cocks that I have saved through taxidermy. Some men are just better lovers dead.

Sadist Boss?

phone Sadistic phone sexI had an interview for a job at a lawyers office. To tell you the truth I heard that the boss was a sadist to his female workers. I was not sure if the rumor was true. But I applied in hopes it had some truth to it. I wore a low cut shirt including a push-up bra. And a very short skirt that when I bent over my ass was showing. Oh and no panties to get in the way. Sitting across from him he looked very clean cut, and the clean-cut ones are the most wicked. He was eyeing up my slutty body telling me I had the job but I needed to pass a few more test. Do you want to know what these test where? Give me a call hun I would love to share with you.

Snuff Movies

snuff moviesHe asked me if I wanted to make snuff movies with him. He asked, but I knew I could not say no. He is not the kind of man you refuse if you want to live. He is a violent man. He has a cool demeanor about him. On the surface, he appears normal, but don’t do as expected or as told, your body will never be found. Even if you do what is expected and do as you are told, there is no guarantee you will survive. He is a dangerous man with particular fetishes. I didn’t want to be with him. His reputation is frightening. No girl ends up with him because they want to be with him. He is not a choice. Girls are sold or traded to him because even men are afraid of him. He has the power and money to make anyone disappear. I was with him because he likes tall busty blondes. I was with him because my boyfriend gambled me away in a blackjack game that he never had a chance of winning in the first place. Now, I am in a basement having snuff sex with a man who makes my skin crawl. My fuck holes are being ravaged until they are destroyed.  Any day now, he will grow tired of hurting me; he will become bored with my used up body. I will end up disappearing like all the other blonde buxom women before me. Not sure how I will die, but I am sure it will be violent. His dungeon is filled with the sort of devices that would give Stephen King nightmares. Whenever I die, it will be brutal and bloody. No one will ever find my body, because nobody will be left to be identified. My guess is he will eat my remains and shit me out for breakfast.

Extreme Bondage Phone Sex and Torture

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex gets extreme with a submissive druggy whore like me. I got a bit tied up last night. I am not exactly sure how it happened either.  I was in a bar drinking with strangers. I know I was hitting guys up to party. I am a cougar whore. I love to party and fuck. I like coke too much and it gets me in some predicaments like last night. The last thing I clearly remember was doing lines of coke in the bathroom with this college dude.  I had been playing pool, drinking, flirting and partying with some frat boys. When I woke up, I was tied up and suspended with some dude I had no memory of meeting. He was not one of the frat boys. I don’t think he was even at the bar. He had a pulsating vibrator attached to my clit that was giving me orgasm after orgasm. I know that doesn’t sound bad, but rapid cums in close succession like that over stimulates your pussy and hurts. I asked him who he was and how I got there. Apparently, the frat boys I was partying with sold me for $500 to this guy. WTF? They can’t sell a person. I demanded to be let go. He was not having any of my sass. He took a blow torch to my cunt and asshole. Torture sex is why he bought me. The pain made me pass out. He liked me awake, however. I could feel my flesh melting. I could smell my flesh burning. I puked. The way I was suspended, I only managed to puke all over myself. The torture went on for hours like some strange Pavlov’s dog experiment. It was like he was trying to get me to associate cumming with pain. I am a pain slut but burning the flesh from my skin was more than I could bear. Eventually, I passed out and couldn’t be revived. He dumped my body in an alley. I woke up when a bum was pissing on me.

Destroying Small Fuck Holes

I really am not all that into babysitter phone sex near as much as I am into destroying those hot little fuck holes on your offspring, and making you watch. I bet even that you will be throbbing to join in even and I so hope you do and can be as rough as I expect you to be. After all I know you want this hot barely legal pussy of mine. I’m all about manipulating the fuck out of you and making you do naughty things to that sweet young daughter of yours!

You get to watch as I fist her holes and let my boyfriend fantasy rape her asshole and yeah, it’s fucking bleeding, ripped, and gaping as all fuck. I will let daddy pop that cherry, but only if he promises to be really rough. Help me destroy your daughters fuck holes when you have your weekends with her or them. We can have an awesome time watching the little ones bleed.

Babysitter Phone Sex

Ass Rape Porn Gets Me Coke and Pain

ass rape pornI am an ass rape porn star. Not mainstream porn, however. My stuff is all on the dark net. It is for men who like seeing anal torture. For men who get off on prolapsed and bleeding assholes. Does that sound like you? I have a huge monkey on my back called cocaine. My need for blow leads to poor decision making. My husband cut off my allowance years ago. Most dealers won’t float me any more blow. I must make underground movies for sick directors to make money, so I can get high. Not all the directors are men.  The last anal torture sex film I made was directed by a bull dyke. She hates women like me because we remind her of her whore mother. Apparently, mommy dearest pimped her daughter out for coke. If I had a baby girl, I would have done the same thing. This woman likes to pay old mommy whores like me for pain and torture films. At first, it didn’t seem that bad. At least not compared to what I have done in the past. I can handle a fuck machine ramming warp speed in and out of my ass. I didn’t want to act like it didn’t hurt, so I moaned and moved around like a wounded bird. When she stopped the machine to lube it up, I was no longer acting. She doused the dildo part in icy hot. My ass was on fire. If that was all she did, I would have been fine, but she added crushed glass to the icy hot. My anus was shredding and burning. The more my skin tore, the more it burned. She laughed the entire time. I cried. By the time she was done, my asshole looked like raw meat. I cried so hard. I still can’t piss, fuck or shit without grimacing in pain. At least I got a fix.

torture sex

Snuff My Life Out

Taboo phone sex phone sex,I want you to come to my house and do so many nasty things to me. I want you to destroy all 3 of my holes. Tear the shit out of them making them a gaping mess. Take a knife and gut me, but don’t kill me just yet. Make the knife hurt as you dig into my flesh releasing my blood. I also crave a good old fashion beating. With all the kicks, and fists you can spare for my worthless body. I have a gas stove and lots of metal objects you can use to brand me. Get as nasty as you want. I need to explode before you give me the ultimate pleasure by snuffing out my life.

Snuff Porn Dismemberment

snuff pornI was meant for snuff porn. That is what he said. I was powerless. He had me bound and gagged. I was on my knees shaking. I knew my death was near. When I was grabbed, I immediately thought sex slave trade. He made it clear that I was too old and used up to get money for sex. He explained that he had a client who desired a woman like me for something far more nefarious.  When his client made his presence known, he was wearing an executioner’s outfit. Full leather mask obscured his face.  He was holding some ancient axe. Snuff sex was eminent. He wanted me to beg. It was some sick game to him. I have been in many bad situations. Perhaps this was just a sick fantasy designed to scare me. I offered up my body. I thought I could at least make his rape fantasies come true.  He didn’t want my body.  Well, he didn’t want it for sex. He wanted to dismember me, watch me cry and watch me die. He chopped off my arms first. Blood squirted everywhere. I felt faint. The pain was extreme no matter how hard I tried to use mind control to subdue it. Next came my legs. I was a bloody stump, barely breathing when he skull fucked my dying body. The last thing I remembered was swallowing his cum before I took my last breath.