Tag: Taboo phone sex

Bye bye little slut!

accomplice phone sexBye bye little slut, it is time for you to meet your maker… and I am not talking about your parents! Now that we have used up all of your little fuck holes and tore you limb from limb it is time to kill you! Oooh, what’s that? You don’t want to die? Well that is just too fucking bad for you now isn’t it? Look at you! All beaten and bloody, eyes gouged right out of your head and pussy so tore up that there is no coming back from it and you STILL want to live?? You should be begging me to kill you, you stupid little whore! Doesn’t really matter what you do though, beg me to kill you, beg me for mercy, either way my dear, you will be dying here today!

Master’s Abuse Whore

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I have a Master that does really dark and painful things to me. when I am alone and patching all the wounds and holes he has put in me I think about how much I want to be his victim forever. I know I cry when he slashes my tits or cuts off my nipples but I love how I am powerless when I’m with him. There are days where he is really angry and Master maims my snatch and asshole. He makes me assume the position with no panties on. My slick wet pussy exposed and in the air makes my knees shake in anticipation. I feel the hot burn of Master’s spiked whip dig into the skin and rip off chunks of my labia. Looking at the aftermath make me want to scream!! My pussy looks like raw meat but I know Master will pay for me to make it look brand new all over again. He treats me like shit then spoils me like a princess for being his abuse slut!

A No Taboo Phone Sex Experience

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only phone sex in my opinion. I fuck my sons, so clearly I am not a vanilla woman. I do coke on a daily basis. I take anything up the ass. I have always been an anal whore as well as a submissive whore, so you never have to ask me if I have limits. Limits are for credit cards not fucking, phone fucking or real fucking. I enjoy getting off with a sick accomplice. Sure, sometimes I end up dead, snuffed out by a caller; but I usually cum really hard right before my lights go out because I am a sick twisted no limits bitch. Last night I did a call that actually made me puke. Not because it was so gross or violent, but because I was guzzling booze like the founder of AA. It was a forced intoxication call. I can party with the best of them. I will snort, smoke or shoot anything, but I am not a seasoned drinker. All I had in the house was Three Olives Coconut Vodka. It was a brand new bottle, but I had to chug it. I don’t believe in faking my partying. Honestly, it was at the end of my shift, he was my last call, I thought I would be okay. I knew I would get buzzed quick. I didn’t think I would projectile vomit all over my couch. When my caller heard me hurling, he made me lick it up. “A good whore cleans up her messes,” he seethed at me. I was high and drunk, so I did it. In hindsight I shouldn’t have done it. I mean how would he have really known, right? When I am fucked up, my submissive nature is undeniable. It is like I can’t say no. I woke up smelling like a frat house on a Saturday morning. Chunks of my own vomit in my red hair, head about ready to explode and late for my morning shift. But when you call a no taboos/no limits phone sex whore, you get what you ask for and more.

I Have No Control

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Guys ask me all the time “Does your Daddy really beat you?” Some just don’t believe I let that happen…even though that’s exactly what they are calling for. I’ve got lots of stories about the way my Daddy tortures and abuses me…even though I am 18 now I will never move out. Daddy owns me, my body is his and my face is his punching bag. If I ever thought about trying to leave Daddy he would beat me unconscious and then we both know what Daddy would do to me. No no, I’ll just shutup and take my beatings and my fuckings like a good little whore. I am a stupid little rape fantasy victim, nothing more. I have no choice in what Daddy and his friends do to me, he even makes me want to enjoy it, but sometimes the pain can be unbearable. But that doesn’t matter remember… I have no control.

Snuff Porn: Enjoy Killing Me, then Enjoy Fucking My Dead Warm Corpse

snuff pornI have been told I am the perfect snuff porn star. I don’t know how to take it. I think every submissive whore fantasizes about being killed at the hands of a strong dominant man, but in reality she doesn’t really want to die. I can’t control fate, however. If I am meant to die at your hands, then so be it. I went out for my morning jog . It was way too hot to be running later in the day. I took a new route through the park. Something hard hit me in the head. I kept running despite feeling dizzy. When blood started running down my face, I knew something bigger had hit me than I thought. I guess my adrenaline was pumping. I stopped, stumbled and passed out after seeing a shadowy figure. I awoke tied to a St. John’s cross with an industrial vibrator torturing my pussy. I started convulsing from the over stimulation. I begged for mercy. If he wanted to explore some rape fantasy he had, I assured him I wouldn’t fight back. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt me,” I begged. “I’m not going to violate a diseased whore. I’m just going to bash your brains in,” he replied with an evil laugh. I pissed myself in fear. He sounded like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning-completely deranged. I knew he was serious when I saw the table of torture devices. Deadly items like saws, hammers, butcher knives and chainsaws. He started by ramming a sharp spike between both tits. I let out a blood curdling scream. My tits were spit roasted. He pierced my clit with a similar object. Blood was trickling down my body like I was a Vampire’s bitch. When I started to pass out from the pain, he punched me in the face. The cross I was affixed to spun around. He gave me a spin like an amusement park game as he threw knives at me. One hit me in the femoral artery. Blood gushed out of me. I felt cold, weak….as things went dark, I heard him say, he was going to enjoy my warm dead corpse.

Snuff Sex Fun: Who Wants to Make Snuff Porn Flicks with Me?

snuff sexIt was a snuff sex kind of day for me. I woke up pissed and in the mood to make snuff porn flicks. Not the fake bullshit you see on the Internet, but the real deal. I packed up all my torture devices and headed to my favorite stomping ground: the local mall. Here is where I always find a bevy of beauties perfect for my next death production. Wall to wall little whores begging for attention. I just had to find the right one. I saw this little Asian girl who screamed “I ought to be in pictures.” When she wasn’t looking, I spiked her expensive fancy drink from Starbucks. When she started stumbling, I followed her into the bathroom, waited for her to pass out, then shoved her in my back pack. She was so tiny she folded up like a lawn chair. I walked out of the mall with a little Asian princess on my back, no one the wiser. I texted a friend who loves to torture little Asian broads to meet me at my cabin in the woods. I could hear his boner over the phone. He loves himself some slant eyed meat. She woke up tied to a pole, with Tom standing in front of her. “She is all yours. Today, I want to sit back and direct a snuff porn,” I informed him. He wasted no time. He fucked her eye. His big fat cock blinded the bitch. Popped her eye right out of its socket. She was screaming in pain. Blood was pouring out of her eye. The fun was just starting. The little gook bitch was tiny; he scrambled her brain fucking her in the eye like that. She started sounding all retarded. This was great film. When he came, his jizz mixed in with her blood for cinematic effect. He got hard again almost immediately. He fucked her ass while chocking her, which made the other eye pop out. He crushed her windpipe.  She was a dad Jap princess. I got it all on film. It may just be my masterpiece unless you think we can do better?

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Torture Sex For Worthless Taylor

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What he tells me is true…all I am really good for is being fucked. I am a worthless piece of shit that doesn’t know how to do anything else. I am a stupid whore who deserves torture sex. Humiliation and degrading, toilet play and k9 play. All I deserve!  I know I do, he tells me every time we are on the phone and his words haunt me. What am I worth? Nothing. I will literally do anything that is told of me. Sucking k9 cocks and slurping up shit and piss like a good whore…all I have left is torture sex. That can include but is not limited to having my ass fucked raw, and then my throat until I am almost puking all over that cock. I might be a whore but I can’t suck dick like a porn star…I WILL gag and choke on it if it is forced in my mouth and down my throat where it belongs.  As long as I am getting it drilled into my head any kind of torture sex will do…but when I taste shit in my throat and am getting fucked in my ass I’ll know even more then what a real piece of work I am.

Kidnapping phone sex

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I was on my way home from the clubs the other night. I was so wasted that I did not keep up with my group of friends. I guess they all took off with guys and went to go fuck. I started walking on my way home, hoping that a nice car would pass me so I could maybe get a ride from them. A dark car finally pulled over to my rescue. I got in and thanked the man with dark features. He let me know that he was not going to take me home. He told me since he was helping me, that I needed to help him.

He told me about little Jamie that he has been watching for months. He said her parents are not home and she is with a babysitter tonight. He held a cold blade up to my neck and threated to end my life right then and there if I did not help him. I went ahead and agreed to help him in whatever way I could. We went to her house, I broke in and saw her asleep in her bed. The room was dark and I could see her little cotton pajamas glow from the moon. I picked her up and quietly took her to our car. Who knew it could be so easy? I helped tie her little body up and she awoke. She was crying and begging.

I did what he asked, I helped him capture his fantasy girl. I asked if I could go home, and he told me no. I started to cry right beside the little brat. He told both of us to shut the fuck up, that there will be enough crying to do when we are sitting in puddles of our own blood with out holes gapped open. He laughed and drove father and farther away from any civilization.

I begged him to let me go. It was no use, I just made his cock grow harder.

I Need To Hurt

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They like to hear me scream, they love to hear me cry – and they live to feel me struggle against their cocks. This is my life, being a teen rape porn victim. I almost never struggle anymore, only if they want me to or if they are hurting me so much I feel I can’t take it! But they always make me take it. Even if there is one of them or tons of them they’re always too strong for a little girl like me. I can squirm but I am held firmly down, beaten and forced to take that cock in my tight ass or my tight little cunt. I am always getting my mouth fucked until I am drooling and a complete mess. Always getting fucked the same way Daddy fucks me, with his friends too. Rough, bloody and violent is the kind of sex I know how to have…what about you?

I am Your Domination Phone Sex Whore

domination phone sexMy masters run the gamut. Some are very cruel men who like to inflict pain. Others are more on the sensual domination side.  Master Troy is somewhere in between. I was very excited for our date.  I groomed myself accordingly as he likes a smooth surface. It began with forced intoxication. He loves to make me sick from alcohol. I had to chug everything from wine to whisky. The combination of the liquor made me puke. I was so drunk I fell down. Slipped in my own puke. As I was dizzy from intoxication, Master Troy barked orders at me. I had to do various tasks. Crawl to him with a paddle in my mouth like a dog bringing him a slipper. He then used that paddle repeatedly on my bare ass. My knees were covered in puked. I was light headed, feeling really ill. He made me chug more booze. Jagermister. It tasted like licorice. It was awful. I would rather guzzle a bucket of cum. That was coming soon. The more I drank, the more I puked. Master Troy was laughing at me. Taking pictures of the “wasted whore.” He kept pushing me down with his foot as I tried to get up. My body was being used as a mop. He pushed my face in the puke. I was so out of it, I licked it up like his pet. I am his pet. I am his whore. I was a hot mess, but that didn’t prevent master from making a gangbang ass rape porn with me as the star. He ushered in a bunch of men I didn’t know. I couldn’t really count, but from the feel of the cocks in my ass it was a lot. At some point I passed out in a pool of puke and cum. Whore written across my face in my own lipstick.