Tag: Taboo phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Turns My Son On More Than Anything

violent phone sexMy boy enjoys violent phone sex and so do his viewers who subscribe to his channel. Although he brings me lots of coke to dull the pain, I always feel it the next day. Two days later and I am still sore. But his primo coke is the only medicine I need. He surprised me Thursday night. I knew I was in trouble too. He seemed like a lot was on his mind and he needed to take it out on his favorite mommy whore.

He went right in to punching my tits and slapping my face. Although he might punch me in the jaw, so my teeth go flying, he will never punch my nose. He knows I need my sniffer. My boy did not come alone. So, I knew I was in trouble. Perhaps, this would be a true snuff porn with the backup boys. He invited some of his viewers to join our live show. The last time that happened, I needed an ER visit. Either I have toughened up or his coke has improved. Maybe, both.

Mommy is My Son’s Favorite Punching Bag

Those boys joined in on playing soccer bopper with my body as I pushed out my asshole. I know what my son and his fans like to see. They enjoy abusing my prolapse. After what felt like an eternity of being punched and slapped with hands and cocks, they turned their attention to my waddle. That’s what I call my prolapsed asshole because it looks like a turkey neck when I am on all fours. It hangs between my legs. And the boys, including my son, took turns punching my waddle. They fucked me for hours too. Rough sex. It is all they like. My asshole got fucked from the outside in.

But I am no stranger to gangbang rape porn. So, they played musical chairs with my fuck holes. That night, I was a 4-hole wonder. I know what you are thinking. How can she have four holes. My son’s favorite hole is my pee hole. And all the coke in the world does not dull that kind of pain. Four cocks ravaged my urethra, and it still feels like I am pissing out glass shards. My pee is bloody, and I am in pain every time I urinate.

Hey, but I survived another live streaming night. One of these days, I might not survive it. But I know my boy loves his mommy. Why else would he bring me such good coke to help ease the pain?

Snuff Phone Sex Means I am Not Your GFE or Your Blowjob Queen

snuff phone sexI work a snuff phone sex line. And I am clear that I am not your girlfriend. Yet, every damn day I get several messages like “Hey, Boo,” or “What color are your panties?” Seriously, you are going to ask a killer Goth chick about the color of her panties. Black, like my heart will be my response going forward.  I am not who you contact when you feel horny. Not unless you want your junk removed. Read my fucking blogs losers. I do not give a virtual blowjob unless you want me to be Lorena Bobbit.  

Since I am clear about who I am and what type of calls I do, I never feel bad for virtually castrating or snuffing a guy out. You do not call a sadistic phone sex bitch for a blowjob. And you don’t call her to be your girlfriend. I am not your GFE. More like your CPE. Castration phone experience. I possess a large collection of testicles and dicks in mason jars in my basement. What is another pair to me?

Call at Your Own Risk. I am Not Your Girlfriend

Now, I do not just do virtual castrations either. Although I grew up on a farm, I prefer to castrate with knives not castration bands like they use on sheep.  I herded a few men Friday night. A bunch of punk college boys came into my Goth bar and began making fun of Goth girls less secure than me. So, I got in their faces, and told them they cannot come into our bar and start hurling insults. They did not take well to a Goth girl telling them what to do.

So, I drugged their beer with the help of the bartender. Since there were 5 of them, I needed help. And I got it. Every Goth chick in the bar helped me in my first ever group castration phone sex experience. One girl restrained the guys for me. Another one took off their pants. The bartender heated up a pan for me to cauterize the wounds. And I went from one loser to the next loser cutting off their balls. It got messy but these losers slept through it all, sadly.

I Prefer My Castration Victims Awake for the Torture

Although I prefer my victims to feel the pain and hear my reasoning for why they deserve to be without balls, we needed to get these guys out of the bar so they would not know where or how they lost their testes. My knockout drug fogs the memory too. The bartender drives a truck, so we piled them up in the truck bed, and dropped them in the park. The bartender erased the camera footage of them entering the bar and rigged the system to look like an older date. You know protection if anyone comes asking if the guys came into this bar. That night was a girl’s night.

I might have some future accomplices with my ladies from my Goth bar. At least for castration. They might not go along with all my other killer activities, LOL. I am not for the faint at heart.

Torture sex gets my pussy gushing like an artery!

Torture sex

Torture sex gets my pussy gushing like an artery! I know for you there is no greater thrill than seeing the fear and agony in some little slut’s eyes. I love it too Daddy! The power and dominance that comes with inflicting pain on fresh meat gets me so fucking wet. It turns me into a rabid animal who constantly needs more.

I was thinking it would be so much fun for us to find some toys to play with. We’ll find a sweet young thing, maybe babysitting out some where in the middle of nowhere. We will taunt her, call the house and make obscene noises. We will tell her how we want to lick that pretty piggy cunt of hers. We will make her blood run cold with that hot thick cock of yours.

I love to take my time with them. I like to make them think they are eventually going to be let go, as if it was all a bad dream. But no, Daddy, no way! I wanna make sure you use up those holes as much as you want, as hard as you want. I will beg you to make that little pussy bleed from your cock, I love the taste of that sweet young blood.

Let’s find some innocent meat and have ourselves some fun. We’ll stuff their tight holes and make new ones to fuck when we get bored. And when you’re in need of some intense pleasure, just give me a call for some hot and wet Violent phone sex. Trust me, you won’t regret it.

He Forced Me to Engage in Blasphemy Sex

blasphemy sexHe forced me into blasphemy sex. Although I am not religious now, I was raised as a Catholic girl. My mother had two lives. The good Catholic church going woman who the church thought was a saint. And the incest loving cocaine loving dirty mom who my brother and I knew was no saint at all. I loved her dichotomy.

Now I possess that same sort of dichotomy. On the outside I look like a normal soccer mom. Occasionally, I go to church but not as much as I should or did. I do have a lot of naughty things to confess. Like the fact that I too love fucking my sons and partying with coke.  When Dave called me telling me he had coke for me, I knew we had to hang out.

But the addy he gave me was for my church. Well, the church I went to as a little girl with my mother. He wanted blasphemy phone sex to party with him. A few hail Mary’s and God will forgive me, right? Secretly, I apologized to God, as Dave made me admonish the Almighty for his darker counterpart, Satan. I felt like God might strike me down at any moment as I cursed his existence while doing lines of coke off Dave’s cock.

Fuck the Almighty One, Hail Satan

We partied in my old church. Fucked on the red velvet alter leaving cum stains everywhere. Dave pissed in the coffers, and I masturbated my naughty cunt with a cross I saw hanging. Big ass cross too. Gaped my cunt and ass. I will be honest here. Being naughty in a church I went to as a little girl felt incredibly dirty and taboo. But I did it for the coke.

Dave is a devil worshiper I discovered. We hailed Satan while fucking in almost every pew. Left my mark and scent everywhere I could. Not often I go to church anymore as a taboo phone sex whore, but boy, this visit will land me in hell for good.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Can Be Difficult To Find

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners are hard to find. Most men think I am pranking them when I tell then we should go out and find a young whore to fuck and torture. Either they think I am crazy, or they think I am setting them up. Perhaps, I am a little crazy. You do not get raised like I did and do not come out a little warped on the other side. But I am not fooling or pranking men. I enjoy hunting for girl meat with a partner.

And I think most men enjoy hunting with me too. Think about it. You meet a blonde babe in a bar. You share some adult drinks. Get to talking and she suggest that the two of you explore your rape phone sex fantasies together. Like how fucking hot is that. Well, that’s just what happened with Jacob last night. We met a seedy little bar where I find lots of men down to violate tender age flesh together.

Let me tell you something. I make a great accomplice. Not only do I have an eye for talent, but I also can lure talent away much easier than you can. This bar I frequent is next to a no tell motel. Perfect for taking a little whore to and fucking her brains out. Jacob seemed impressed with my preparedness. I had disguises in the car ready to put on, drugs to knock our victim out and I rented the no tell motel room with a stolen credit card.

Hunting with a Partner is Way More Fun

We drove around for a bit and found a young girl walking home from the park. It was dusk, and I told her I knew her mom and she got in the car with me. Jacob hid in the back seat, and we drugged her with a quick needle in the arm. I carried her into the motel room, like she was my sleeping daughter. Jacob tied her to the bed after I removed her clothes.

And we made a teen rape porn from a seedy roadside motel. She never woke up. After Jacob sodomized her and popped her cherry, we left her in the bed to sleep it off. Hotel staff will find her in the morning and the little cunt will not remember a thing. We cleaned up her cunt, took the sheets with us and sanitized the place before we left. No DNA will be found in that room at least. Would you hunt with me?

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies Should Be Harnessed

violent phone sexI am prone to violent phone sex tendencies. When I was a schoolgirl, some shrink diagnosed me as clinically psychotic. My parents worried about me. I was a quiet girl. A Goth girl too. No friends but my grandpa. But I did not need any friends but him. He saw potential in me. He saw me in him. Perhaps the serial killer gene skips a generation. My youth mirrored that of the fictional character Dexter. However, I never spent time locked in a storage shed with my mother’s dead body.

My grandpa taught me how to kill. As a schoolgirl I acted impulsively. Like the time I killed my bully when she followed me home and began taunting me. To this day, she is still listed as a missing person. That’s because my grandpa covered up her death for me over 20 years ago. He carried her dead body to our farm, put her in a wood chipper and used her evil ground up bits as hog feed. I am a killer phone sex bitch because of my grandpa.

My Grandpa Turned Me Into a Stone Cold Killer

I miss him. He made me the smart killer I am today. He too learned to harness his psychotic nature. When I was little, he ran a prison, and often tortured death row inmates as a way of getting out his anger and tending to his violent needs. Eventually the state shut down his prison, and he retired. But he did not stop killing and torturing people. He helped me with my hit list. I had a long list of school bullies and teachers I wanted to hurt. And he helped me kill and torture them all.

In the process, he taught me how to kill smartly. And he shared with me key principles I carry with me today, like do not kill folks with a connection to you. Find a surrogate. Do not kill in your own back yard, which means never bring a victim back to your place or kill someone in your neighborhood. Find a place not connected to you to kill, like my kill shack in the woods.

Grandpa was my first accomplice phone sex partner. The only one worth a damn in my life. So, now, I am looking for a new hunting buddy. Some one I can mentor just like my grandpa did for me. Is that you?

Taboo phone sex and Valentine’s Day

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex tickles my fancy. Unlike Valentine’s Day, which I hate. I want to feel loved and cherished, but I am alone and lonely. Where is my cupid? Where is my Romeo with his hard cock that cannot wait to come home with flowers and jewelry to spoil his queen?  I am waiting patiently for my dark knight to arrive and dominate me and take control of my body, mind, and soul.  He must be one to push the limits of taboo and use me as his little sex slave and tortured love. I want him to strangle me and fuck my face with his hard, thick cock. I need him to penetrate my pussy with his dark evil shaft. Where is the one with the dark mind and shattered soul that knows how to wrap his hands around my throat and feel my pain?

 

 

Snuff Movies Inspire Men Like You to Rag Doll Fuck My Ass

snuff moviesAnytime a man wants to watch snuff movies with me I get conflicted. Sure, I love to watch some other bitch get tortured and force fucked. But sometimes I know those kinds of movies inspire men like you and whomever I am watching them with. So, what seems harmless often turns into one of the worst nights of my life. I am fond of coke. Okay, that is an understatement. I am a coke fiend.

And my love for blow always puts me in precarious situations. When I met Bob online in a chat room, he seemed so meek and mild mannered. He wanted me to introduce him to the world of snuff porn. In exchange, he would give me an ample supply of blow. Sounded like a sweet deal. In my head, I told myself it would be nice to watch some dark flicks and get high with some normal guy. Not a sadistic man with snuff and rape fantasies.

But Bob was not who he pretended to be. Sure, he looked like his picture. But he was no novice. He was a predator who enjoys sodomizing mommies. His hatred for his own mother got taken out on my asshole. And I just took it because his coke was so good. Like the pure expensive shit from Columbia. A little toot goes a long way with the good shit.

Men Love to Sodomize a Mommy Whore

So, I laid there on his couch getting choked and ass fucked like some strung out hooker. Big, fat cock too. He lied about that too. He told me he had an average dick. Nothing average about a 14-inch coke can thick cock. My ass screamed for mercy, but he granted me no mercy. When he shot his load, my asshole gaped more than an ass rape porn star’s asshole.

Today, I cannot shit or sit comfortably. My asshole looks like someone fucked me with a baseball bat. No bat. Just an Italian Stallion with a vendetta against mommy.

Snuff Porn, Drinks and No Tell Motel Fucking

snuff pornLet’s make a snuff porn and fuck! That is what I said to this hot daddy I met on the dark web. He had some very perverse thoughts about his stepdaughter. The kind of dirty thoughts that if ever acted on could land him in prison for 40 years to life. But what fun is life if we do not just say, “Fuck, it” sometimes. Take the risk. And let me be that hot devil on your shoulder encouraging you along the way!

I told Steven we should meet. Obviously, not his real name. This sexy switch knows how to be discreet. We met last week for a drink at this seedy bar next to a no tell motel. Perfect place for talking about illicit things like your rape phone sex fantasies for your daughter or stepdaughter. Steven and I discussed the little tramp while doing Fireball shots and drinking beer. And one thing led to another…

Let’s Drink, Fuck and Plan to Make Your Snuff Fantasies Cum True

We went back to the not tell motel and fucked. I pretended to be his stepdaughter. And let me tell you that made him fuck me so hard I felt like he might fuck me to death. However, what a wonderful way to die. As we laid there in post coital bliss, we discussed all the ways he could fuck his tramp stepdaughter. And all the ways we could kill her.

Do you know how wet I get when discussing the ways to kill a teen slut? The longer I am in this accomplice mode, the more comfortable I get with helping men like you and Steven kill the fucking slut in your life. Steven and I devised a plan. We did not kill her that night because to snuff some one in your life takes planning. I have been in this seedy underground world of teen rape porn long enough to know how to plan properly.

Steven and I planned and set a date. This little cock tease will get what’s coming to her very soon. Now baby, who are you and I going to plot to fuck and kill?

Football Players Making a Gangbang Rape Porn With Rena

Gangbang rape pornThe night I did my first gangbang rape porn, I never expected anyone in my tight cunt that night at this party.  I had no idea my holes were about to be ravaged like an animal would kill out in the wild. So I was minding my own business when these football players from school started circling around me like a pack of wolves. I could see a few of them already stroking their cocks as they started fondling me in the back bedroom. I was wearing thigh high stockings, a short black mini skirt,  a thin barely anything thong g string that you could see easily when I bent over.

These huge jock cocks knew exactly what they wanted – a piece of the slutty little barely legal whore slut holes to drain their heavy cum filled balls in. The door shut with a loud click as one guy pinned my arms above my head while another ripped off my skirt and shoved his tongue down my throat roughly. Then came the hands on my tits; squeezing them so hard that it hurt, twisting my nipples without caring how bad it hurt.

e. They took turns f fucking me senseless – first my cunt, then my ass…and even shoved their cocks in my mouth when they weren’t using it for their own pleasure. It was like being violated by an army of horny stallions who wanted nothing more than to claim this little slut as their own personal plaything. And you know what? I loved every second of it! The way they made me feel so small and helpless while taking complete control over every inch of my body…it was intoxicating!

By the time they were done with me, there wasn’t an inch left untouched or unsoiled; cum covered everything from head to toe as evidence that these guys had truly owned me that night. And guess what? I would do it all again if given the chance because deep down inside, I am a dirty whore who craves domination and submission above all else!