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I Might Just Expose Your Taboo Phone Sex Secrets

taboo phone sexPerhaps you could say, I am the keeper of taboo phone sex secrets. Men tell me all sorts of things. On and off the phone. And sometimes I have a way of just getting a man to confess not only his darkest fantasies to me but his darkest actions too, and sometimes I blackmail men. But just rich douche bag types.

I met Eric at a bar. I glammed myself up to look slightly more sophisticated, but still like a blonde bombshell. And I went to this upscale martini bar. Not my usual scene. But I found myself looking for a mark. The upscale bars have the best marks. I targeted Eric because he thought it was OK to explore his rape phone sex fantasies in the VIP lounge with one of my girls. He came into the strip club tossing money around thinking he owned the place. When Sabrina said no, she does not take sex for money, he just threw money at her and took it anyway.

And I fit his type. I planned on setting him up and extorting him for a lot of money. A little for myself but mostly for Sabrina. She’s a college girl I recruited last year. Unlike many girls, including myself, she won’t remain in the sex industry forever. This douche bag owed her some money. So, I came on hard at the bar and I acted drunk. He followed me to the bathroom. I did not ask him to. But I politely excused myself to the bathroom knowing his type. He’ll take anything as a signal that a woman wants to fuck him. Self-entitled douche bag.

Some Men are So Fucking Predictable

And he followed me into the bathroom. But I told him no. Sure I have fucked in a bathroom before. In fact, many times. So, I told him a little white lie when I said I’m not the kind of girl who fucks a random stranger in the bathroom. And right on queue, he pulled out a lot of cash and threw it at me. Then he put his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall. Little did he know I had a camera to record his illegal behavior.

And I put up a fight. Truly, I did not want this douche bag fucking me. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I laughed. Told him he couldn’t force fuck a woman with a clit. So, he punched me in the gut. And tightened his grip around my throat. I can take a beating for a good cause. Honestly, I thought I could fight him off. I’m much stronger than I look, and I was not intoxicated like he thought.

But I couldn’t get away from him and my screams could not be heard over the bar noise. So, he ended up fucking me. But he didn’t do any damage with that tiny dick. He just tossed the money on the floor, called me a whore and left. I cleaned myself up best as I could. I kept his money and went back to where we sat at the bar.

He got a big surprise when I showed him the video of him force fucking me in that bathroom. Then I told him who I was. And that I also possessed footage of him force fucking Sabrina in the VIP club. Dumbass. We place security cameras all over the strip club.

I Take Care of My Girls

And I told him if he did not Venmo me $100,000 within in the next hour to my account everybody will know what he did. Not only will I upload it to the Internet, but I would take it to the police too. I acted perfectly for the cops to believe this was just some random assault. I assured him that the bartender heard me say I’m just going to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back. And I even left my purse because I assumed he would be there watching it.

He called me every name in the book. Initially he refused. But before I left that bar, $100,000 appeared in my account. And I sent $90,000 to Sabrina. He forced her to be a teen rape porn star. She deserved every scent of that. Now she can pay for college. It doesn’t buy back her dignity, but I’m sure it helps. In the meantime, I’m going to keep my eye on Eric. And I’ll get him barred from every strip club in town. I protect my girls from slime like him.

I Can Be a Gangbang Rape Porn Star without Even Looking for It

gangbang rape pornSometimes I end up a gangbang rape porn star when I’m not even trying. And it happens more than I care to admit. Just something about me, I guess, screams come force fuck me. One of our neighbors experienced a house fire recently. And of course, I saw it happening because I was up late talking dirty. I immediately called 911. And I put on my housecoat to see if I could help.

Luckily a minor fire. They will need a new kitchen and back porch, but most of the house seems OK. And I met some of the firemen putting out the fire. And I recognized one as a friend of my stepson. Not a man I like. His heart seems to pump evil.

The next day, I took the family some food to be neighborly. When I got back home about 30 minutes later, I found six fireman in my living room. They must’ve been watching me. I knew when I recognized that boy, I was in trouble. I’ve been his ass rape porn star before. And I never got anything out of it besides a sore or even prolapsed asshole. This guy just takes what he wants. I don’t even get any cocaine or a little bit of cash out of it. And he brought reinforcements this time.

Sometimes When I Don’t Even Go Looking for Trouble, It Finds Me

Don’t fireman take some oath of honor or something. How could they just show up at my place to force fuck me. What if my husband had been home or my boys. Perhaps they thought of all that before they planned this attack.

That pit in my stomach went off and I tried to run for the back sliding door. They grabbed me by my hair, started ripping my clothes off and they turned violent. They choked and smacked me too. One of them even spit in my face.

The fireman I knew forced my head down on one of his friend’s big black cock. That thing felt like a monster cock, so it gagged me until I puked. The guy whose dick I puked on, didn’t seem too thrilled either so he forced me to lick it up. And it felt like all I could do to not puke again. I just told myself they’re on lunch break and I prayed for a fire that would call them back to duty ending this forced gangbang.

Six Men Meant I Did Not Stand a Chance if I Fought

They took turns using me. Degrading me, smacking me, and of course fucking all my holes as hard as they could. They laughed at me the entire time. Told me I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them. And that was true. Nothing I could do would stop six strong men from exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with me.

I know that hour went fast to them, but it seemed like a month of torture to me. When they left, it looked like they doused me in a firehose of cum. What were the odds is what the one fireman I knew kept saying to me. He couldn’t believe that he saw his favorite old whore on a job site. He took it as fate. And he smacked my face, put his hand around my throat and told me I better be more hospitable when he returns tomorrow with some different coworkers. Oh joy. Something to look forward to. That’s sarcasm if you can’t tell. I guess my lesson here is not to be neighborly again.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Leave Me Black and Blue

rape phone sex fantasiesMost boys have rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers. However, my oldest boy doesn’t just fantasize about me. He acts on it. I am his cash cow. And he’s my coke cow. Our relationship works. He loves that I’m on the cocaine diet. Sharp hip bones that protrude, skinny bird legs, and a flat ass. The only thing big on me are my bimbo boobs and my blowfish lips.

He showed up the other night with a big bag of pink cocaine, ready to fuck me properly and get me high. It’s been a hot minute because he recently went through major back surgery. But he seemed desperate to beat mommy beautiful. He rolled his fist up, and I thought he might punch me in the face, but instead he shoved it up my cunt and turned me into his hand puppet.

While he fisted my pussy, he shoved my head into a big bowl of cocaine. And that’s why I put up with everything he does. The best cocaine ever. So, I never mind being his bimbo fleshlight. When I came up from air, the cocaine matted to my face because of my pancake makeup. However, my boy loves that bimbo look.

My Boy Likes to Punch Mommy Beautiful

When he pulled the fist out of my cunt, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. If I didn’t, he would’ve reached his hand inside my ass and yanked it out. He likes to fuck me from behind because that way he can see my barely their ass, my pelvic bones, my spine, and even my tailbone that protrudes. I look like one of those celebrities who’s overdone the Ozempic. But I don’t take weight loss drugs. I just snort a lot of cocaine.

With my ass prolapsed, I thought my son would fuck my ass. But he shoved his cock down my throat first. However, I knew eventually I would become his ass rape porn star eventually. I always do. While he skull fucked mommy’s cunt face, he punched the side of my face black and blue, including my eyes.

I Turn All Sorts of Shades of Black, Blue and Purple for My Son

Before long, he started fisting my ass, while his cock remained deep down my throat. When he pulled out his cock, he would shove my face into the cocaine. And punch the back of my head while I snorted. I could barely breathe. But he likes to retard mommy. He bounced my head off the floor while punching me in the back. I am my son’s punching bag.

He turned me over on the floor and pushed my tits together, so he could titty fuck me. And without a care in the world, he started punching my tits until they turned black, blue and purple. He wanted my tits to match my face. But eventually he stopped punching me, rolled his cock in the cocaine, and then shoved it down my tightest hole. And no, that’s not my pussy. Nor is it my ass. It’s my pee hole. I’m his bottom bitch mommy whore and he loves to stretch out my urethra.

My Pee Hole is My Tightest Hole

When he fucks my pee hole, it feels like pure torture sex. But rolling his cock in the cocaine seemed like a genius idea. My pee hole went numb and I knew I’d feel it the next day when I went to pee, but I didn’t feel it in the moment. My fourth hole is my tightest hole and often my son‘s favorite hole to destroy.

He folded me like a pretzel and put a bag of cocaine over my head while he fucked my pee hole. I couldn’t see out of my eyes at this point because they swelled shut. And I knew I knew I looked like a few different shades of blue, purple and black. He breaks my body every time. But the cocaine helps me heal after an encounter.

Eventually, he gave me his cock snot down my piss hole. But instead of pulling out when he came in my urethra, he pissed down it. And laughed. The viewers at home loved it because the chimes went off nonstop. Seems like his viewers enjoy watching him fuck his mommy whore as much as he enjoys fucking his mommy whore.

He told me next time he’s going to invite some of the viewers to gang bang my piss hole too. I’m not sure if I will like that. But what I like never matters. I am my son ‘s cock sleeve, his cash cow, and his punching bag. But he loves me.

Sadistic phone sex girls knows how to hold the bitch down

Sadistic phone sexI’m a Sadistic phone sex evil whore. The little bitch didn’t stand a chance, not with the nasty old pervert and me on the same page.

She was just a tiny, pathetic thing, trembling like a leaf while her Daddy brought her in.

He asked, so I prepped her bald little hole for the cock beating she was about to take.

I could practically smell her fear, so fucking delicious. Miss Innocence thought she was supposed to be Daddy’s little princess.

But she’s Daddy’s little whore!

I leaned in to whisper in her ear, Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna feel so good, thanks to you! She whimpered, but I just cackled. This was gonna be a night to remember, watching the mighty Daddy mount his helpless little princess. His cock was hard as steel, and I made her fresh bald cunt so wet for his cock!

Fuck I couldn’t wait to sit on her face! I love the feeling of a little bitch screaming into my pussy. The vibration on my clit makes me squirt so much! I will do anything for a Daddy that likes hardcore fucking!

He pounded into her relentlessly, drunk with power, lust, and dominance. The girl was losing it, thrashing and bucking beneath us, but I was right there with him, urging him on, until he finally roared and pumped deep inside her. Because when you’re a sadistic whore, there’s no satisfaction quite like Torture sex with Daddy!

The History Of Jade And Teen Rape Porn

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn has kept my tight holes stretched out since I was a young one. The first time I had sex, my mother sold me to our landlord to cover the month’s rent. My pussy became the method of payment for about a year, until one time he got rough with me, leaving bruises all over my body, visible bruises for the world to see. One of my teachers reported my mom to CPS, and they shipped my ass off to a group home.

 

As soon as I arrived, the counselors took a liking to my sexy caramel body, coming to my room every night, making me suck cocks for hours on end, until I was raw from the multiple cocks ripping my cunt open.

 

When I finally got adopted, my stepfather was nice and sweet. He gained my trust, I opened up to him about my past trauma and assaults, he used that against me and started pimping me out to the neighbors, the highest bidder could do whatever he wanted to me, after he was done, my kinky stepfather would clean my pussy with his thick tongue.

 

He had a fetish for men’s cum, but refused to sleep with one. He cured his hunger by sucking the cum from my tender teen twat. Will you fill me up so my daddy can clean me out?

Snuff Sex is all That Satisfies My Hungry Holes!

 

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I’m hanging upside down in the steel frame, legs forced into a brutal V by the spreader bar locked to the ceiling. My arms are wrenched behind my back in leather cuffs, a thick anal hook buried deep in my asshole and chained to my collar so every twitch pulls it harder. My cunt and stretched shithole are pointed straight at the door, dripping and exposed for anyone who walks in.

Master circles me, boots echoing. “Look at this pathetic fuckpig. Spread wide like the worthless set of holes you were born to be.”

He slaps my swollen pussy hard. The sting shoots through me and I whimper.

“Women don’t get to say no. Your only purpose is to take cock, to be used, to be filled until cum leaks out of every hole. That’s what you’re for.”

He shoves two fingers into my cunt, then three, twisting roughly while the hook tugs my ass open. I moan like the desperate slut I am.

“Say it.”

“My purpose… is to be a fucktoy for men,” I choke out, voice shaking.

He laughs and drives his thick cock straight into my cunt while the hook stays buried in my ass. Every thrust rocks the frame and yanks the hook deeper. Pain and shame flood me as he uses me like an object.

“Take it, whore. This is what you were made for.”

I hang there, cunt and ass stuffed, drooling, completely at his mercy, exactly where I belong.

Torture Phone Sex Fantasies with perfect victim, Cora!

Torture Phone Sex

Torture Phone Sex Fantasies with me are the best because I let you bring them to life!

I listen without judgment to all the sick, twisted, and fucked up shit you want to do to me!

But don’t you worry, because I can be the perfect little victim for you.

Do your absolute worst to me, go ahead and try me.

Try to make me scream and cry as you are abusing and hurting me.

Tell me how worthless I am and how much I deserve these punishments!

I am a pathetic little whore that no one would miss if I went missing!

So don’t hold back, really hurts me.

Show me the side of you that you keep hidden because you know people would be scared of you.

Show me the true you….

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Sadistic Roleplay Phone Sex Makes Me Your Bitch

roleplay phone sexI’m no stranger to sadistic roleplay phone sex scenarios. After all, I am a submissive whore and a drug addicted mommy who hooks up with anybody who will give her a fix. And last night I hooked up with Tom, a new guy in my life. Well not new. I’ve known him for years because he’s friends with my husband. However, I did not know this side of him. Tom’s like me. He leads a double life, and nobody appears to be the wiser.

However, until last night, I did not know that Tom likes to kidnap, torture and force fuck soccer moms. He caught me doing a line of cocaine and realized I have some secrets too. And he took the opportunity to blackmail me. He knows my husband too well. Plus, he knows my husband thinks I gave up cocaine for our marriage. I don’t think I can ever give up cocaine. I just became crafty with finding cocaine or earning cocaine money after my husband cut me off from his money.

Fuck My Life. My Husband’s Friend is Blackmailing Me

And I became a taboo phone sex whore to earn coke money. But somewhere along the line, my addiction grew larger than my paycheck. Tom forced me to drive him home. He made up some excuse to my husband. And I don’t know if my husband could see the fear on my face or if he just didn’t care. But I knew once in confinement with Tom things would not go well.

I did not drive him home. I drove him to this little fishing cabin he owns. My husband and him go there often during the winter to ice fish. He ordered me the strip naked and fuck my own holes with my fingers and eventually my fist. And even wanted me to slap my face and my tits until my porcelain white skin turned bright pink. In this little fishing cabin, which appeared the size of my bathroom, he keeps a torture kit.

His kit included handcuffs, a taser, a sounding device, all sorts of sharp objects, rope, and some of the biggest fucking dildos I’ve ever seen in my life. Normally, I don’t mind abuse because it earns me coke money. But I did this for free. Fuck my life. I hate being abused with nothing to show for it.

Men Love to Use Me for Shits and Giggles

For about an hour, he tortured me. And he did it for shits and giggles. I could tell he got drunk on the power. Every time he used that taser on my nipples or my clit, I pissed uncontrollably. And then he would push my head in my piss puddle and force me to lick it up. While my face was buried in the floor, Tom would kick me. But he made sure not to leave any marks on my face that might be hard to explain to my husband.

Eventually, he made me his private ass rape porn star. Fuck what a surprisingly big cock on him. He rammed it into my ass so hard that he pushed in my prolapse. But of course, it came right back out after he nutted. He made sure that I understood he owns me for life now. Fuck my life. Now he’s going to abuse the fuck out of me, and I won’t even get any cocaine out of it.

Extreme Bondage Phone Sex Left Me Tied Up and Abused

bondage phone sexExtreme bondage phone sex, I am no stranger too. I’ve been tied up a lot in my life. Sometimes just for photo shoots. And other times for more nefarious reasons. And this weekend I showed up for a photo shoot offering $500 for an hour’s worth of work. That would buy me my weekend cocaine supply. So, I took the job. Done far worse things for coke money than let some random guy tie me up and take some photos.

But I should’ve known better. It’s never that simple. Not with me at least. So, once I found myself tied up, I realized it was not just me and the guy who hired me. More men showed up. And I literally couldn’t fight. The guy that hired me tied me up like a side of beef. I was just waiting for them to write with a marker, prime rib, or rump roast on my body. I would’ve preferred that to what they did to me.

They violated my holes and whipped my ass raw with a flogger. Ouch. Both my pussy and ass they enjoyed fisting too. I’m not a fan of fisting, especially not when they do it raw. No lubrication used. They just shoved their fisted into my pussy and ass at the same time. For a moment it felt like they could pull my insides out or even hold hands from the inside of my pussy and ass. Even a seasoned ass rape porn star knows that hurts.

But I think what hurt the most was the fact that they made me put my legs over my head. So, I balanced on my neck for over an hour while they shoved anything and everything they could find in my pussy and ass.

Sometimes, A Bondage Whore Gets Tied Up and Abused

Suddenly, I realized I may not make it out of this. These guys appeared tweaked out on something, meth, I suspected. One guy for shits and giggles, squeezed out an entire tube of icy hot on my junk. And then they looked at me and laughed about giving me the lubrication I needed.

So, they fucked me with icy hot. Dumbasses. Which, in hindsight, they realized was not a smart move on their part. Because they fucked me using icy hot as the lubrication for my pussy and ass. And that meant that icy hot went straight up their pee holes. They will remember this encounter longer than me because my guess it’s going to burn to pee for a while. One guy started to piss up my cunt, and then he started crying when he realized how much it burned. A silver lining, I guess.

They let me go before this turned into a snuff porn. And I knew I dodged a bullet. They got too fucked up on meth and made a dumb move. Otherwise, they might’ve tortured me to death. Or sat on me and snapped my neck in two. They could’ve done that easily in the position they placed me in. I never saw my $500. Go figure. Just a bunch of tweaked out rednecks without a solid plan. I guess I’ll take it as a win that I survived. But I found some other guys willing to gang bang me for $500 later so I still got my coke money.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.