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Blasphemy Phone Sex with a Taboo Phone Sex Bitch

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex is hotter than hell. Do I look religious to you? Fuck no. When I was a young girl I did very bad things in church. My parents forced me to go to Catholic church, but I had the soul of Satan even then. No innocence in me ever. I remember the time that I got my family barred for life from their church. The priest, who was likely diddling little boys, was droning on and on about asking for God’s forgiveness. Forgiveness for what? I was not yet the castrating, brat killing, murderous sadistic bitch I am today. I had nothing to ask forgiveness for. He was talking about how Christ died for our sins. I was a young school girl what the fuck sins did I have yet? Made me want to commit some since I was already a fucking sinner. So, I grabbed my mother’s  cross, went up to the alter for communion. I turned around, sat on the alter and fucked my cunt in front on the congregation with my mom’s cross. The gasps turned me on. The look of shock on everyone’s face was priceless. Just a little squirt and I was saying fuck God and Jesus as I ravaged my fuck holes with a holy cross. I think they thought I was possessed by the devil. Maybe I was. Maybe I still am. My parents pretty much disowned me after that. They were forced to provide for me, but I never got a hug or an I love you ever again. They tried to commit me several times, but I outsmarted the doctors. I turned the tables on my folks, made it look like I was  just a troubled girl because I was the product of abuse and parental neglect. I was put in foster care and allowed to flourish into the evil sick blasphemous bitch I am today. Fuck God, Fuck Jesus and fuck the sanctimonious church.  It is much more fun to be a brat of Satan than a brat of fucking God. Us taboo phone sex sluts have way more fun than those innocent girl next door types.

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Snuff phone sex

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I got invited to a family gathering where my uncles all decided to host a cook out. It was awesome there was alcohol and music and karaoke i was having a blast singing and dancing with my family since this is an odd occasion. It was beginning to become late and what was once forty guest was now one that was me and my four uncles. My uncles handed me a shot glass and asked me to have one more shot with them before I leave. So I took the shot with them and made my way out, when suddenly  passed out on the floor. When I awakened I found my self

with a blind fold on and my limbs tied apart with my body laying down on what felt like a giant stone. I began to scream since I just couldn’t understand what was going on. I felt these strangers grab me. One stranger began shoving his cock down my throat. I bit his cock but I was forced to swallow it because I kept getting blows to the head. Then I could feel something cold and slimy running down my legs then down to my bald pussy. Then it hit me that was some ones tongue, I began trying to kick and scream but It was no use. I felt the stranger mount me as he began penetrating me hard making me hurt in the inside. I could feel him cumming laughing as he filled me up.

Right when he finished another stranger mounted me but this time he was even rougher since he bit my tits until they bled and fucked me until I cried since it was hurting so much. Four hours passed as multiple men all took there turn fucking me and stretching out my holes. They took the blind fold off me and to my surprise it was my uncles who were torturing me. They knew I wouldn’t keep this a secret so they slit my throat in a Masonic ceremony, giving my soul to Satan for his return. I guess the lesson learned is don’t trust anyone including your family.

Rape Me Fantasies

torture phone sex aubreeI like my rape fantasies, I so enjoy pretending that I don’t like it don’t want it when really, I am getting off on it. Sometimes I hang out in parks late at night in hopes that someone will come along who will take the bait. And, I mean TAKE it. The last time, he jumped out at me from behind a tree and grabbed both of my arms. I screamed and fought, but secretly, I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I cried out and screamed, “No, please.” But, what I really wanted to say was, “harder, faster, hurt me, make me fucking feel it!” He tied my arms behind my back, as if he had to, and put his tongue in my twat, making me come over and over. The more that I squirmed and screamed, the wetter my twat got. It was so fucking hot, I think about it all the time. I am going back to the park this evening in hopes I’ll run into him again.

How to be a Boss.

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I saw an oportunaty to meet some new people and make some extra cash. This temp job was going to be easy. I was here for a week, Gonna make a quick $850 just sitting there and answering phones. I knew it was going to be easy but I didn’t realize I was going to be working for an asshole. I had to teach him real quick who was in charge. My first day I was like 2 hours late. I walked in hung over and not wanting to fucking be there . Then this fucking asshole thinks he can get in my face? I grab his cock as he is spitting in my face as he was screaming at me. I grabbed him so hard and squeezed his cock knocking the breath out of him. I took my sun glasses off. “Look in my eyes bitch, Look and see that I do not fuck around. This was your one chance, Do it again and I’ll make you fucking eat your cock. Now sit down in that fucking chair and eat my pussy until it’s time to go home.” Haha If I had known being the head of a company was so easy I would have made millions years ago..

Castration Phone Sex Sunday

castration phone sexCastration phone sex Sunday has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I don’t know why, but the holiest of all days seems the best day for junk removal. I love following pervs and jagoffs to church. Seeing them there looking all pious with their families who are clueless about the proclivities of their husbands. Not everyone deserves to have testicles. They are for winners only. This morning my eye was on Martin. Several rumors  have circulated about how he likes to impregnate very young girls then not pay for his bastard offspring. I have heard he runs a little underground sex club for men who like young girls. He is a sex trafficker living in a gated community acting like his shit don’t stink. Now let me be clear here. I hate almost all young girls. I am not some pro brat. I just hate a hypocrite. Martin is running for local office. He wants to ban abortion, deny health care to unwed mothers and has quite the history of uber conservative speech. Yet, he is leading a double life; one extremely opposite to the one he projects. So, I took his balls. Actions have consequences. That was his motto when he said unwed mothers should not be a drain on the tax dollars of working citizens.

 As I had him chained to a chair in my basement, I played back his speech while showing him pictures of all the babies he has fathered and paid squat for. I gave him an option: be out as a hypocrite or get castrated. According to him that was not much of a choice. He called me some names, which I don’t take kindly too, so I chopped his balls off with no numbing cream. Didn’t even seal the wound, so he lost a lot of blood. Made him feel every ounce of pain. Shoved his worthless nuts down his mouth. Yep. I made him swallow his own balls. Seriously, Martin is what is wrong with the world. Smug, hypocritical bastards living in glass houses and throwing big ass bricks don’t deserve to reproduce. I prefer my men to own up and be proud of their actions. You like little girls? You like to torture women? You enjoy blood and gore? Wear your freak flag proudly and never lose your junk, unless you want to of course.

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.