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Not Even Bondage Phone Sex Feels Safe for Me Anymore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sessions leave me tied up and vulnerable. Although I realize it seems like a big gamble to agree to a bondage photo shoot or movie with any of these unsavory people I work with, I just think about the coke or the money to buy coke. And common sense goes out the door. Believe it or not I do possess some common sense when sober.

But I’m rarely sober. And any person fucked up makes poor judgment calls. I’ve worked with Jeremy before. Although he treats his models roughly, he pays them well too. He’s a legitimate porn producer. However, what he makes is strictly for the dark web and private collectors. So, it can still be a gamble.

We agreed to $1000 for two hours of work. That’s like what high end escorts make. And I didn’t even need to fuck anybody. So, he tied up tightly. Lots of rope. He tied me to a St. Johns board so I could not escape. And I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. At first, he just took photos of me in pain and trying to escape my restraints. Then he called in an accomplice, and this turned into a torture sex session.

Even BDSM Shoots Live Me Battered and Barely Alive

His accomplice showed up in one of those all-leather black executioner outfits with the mask and everything. And he brought a variety of whips with him. He started whipping me, and I could feel my flesh stinging and welts appearing almost instantly. Because of his strength, he managed to whip me so hard in a few areas he drew blood. So, I did my best to imagine myself on a beach, doing lines of cocaine and drinking piña coladas.

What lasted two hours felt like an eternity. Not a single ounce of my flesh looked like its normal color. In fact, my entire body looked like I suffered third degree sunburn. Blisters started to form quickly. My skin looked bright red like a lobster’s body. And I could barely walk.

That director kicked it up a notch this time. And he gave me no warning. But he did pay me. And I immediately went to collect my coke. This taboo phone sex whore lives to snort coke another day. But I know I’m running out of my nine lives quickly.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Women Enjoy Too

violent phone sexMany men harbor violent phone sex fantasies. And in my experience those violent fantasies keep increasing. I think the crazier the world gets the more stressful men feel. And men work through stress with violent fantasies. They either want to kill someone, force fuck someone, or beat the crap out of someone. However, men are not the only ones with those fantasies. Sometimes I want to throat punch a bitch.

As a sexy switch, I’ve been on both sides of the violence. But now I’m spoiled as the accomplice. So, I prefer to help you with your violent fantasies than be on the other end of your fist. Usually, men hire me as the accomplice when they want to fuck something young and tender. And a few women have hired me to assist them with a violent boyfriend, or husband. Yet other times, I just help a bitch out because she needs the help.

When I went to the club last night, I already felt at my wits end. Just one of those days that steamrolled me. One annoying little mishap after another. And I wanted to throat punch somebody. Then this douche bag walked into the club. Total loser. We hate this guy.

He managed to get himself blocked from the club for a year and I really don’t understand why the owner let him back. He’s somewhat of a local celebrity. But everybody knows he gambled away most of his fortune. Now he comes into the club and expects free shit, including lap dances because of who he was 30 fucking years ago.

Some Days, You Just Do Not Want to Fuck with Me

He gave one of my new girls shit. More shit than he usually gives. Not the day to fuck with me, I told him. He spit on me. And in my face too. That was all I could take. Killer phone sex rage consumed me. So, I kicked him hard enough in the balls that he fell to his knees. And then I started punching. Me, a blonde bimbo in stripper heels. I do yoga and Pilates. I don’t bench press my weight. But so much rage came out of me that I didn’t realize how hard I punched him in the face.

The stripper looked at me mortified because I was coated in this loser’s blood. Oops. I didn’t kill him. Not in the club at least. The bouncer helped me take him out to the alley. He’s helped me in situations like this before. So, I got into the van with the bouncer, avoiding the cameras, and we took him to the middle of the woods.

The bouncer gave me a baseball bat and told me to treat him like I was in a rage rooms. The bouncer encouraged me to murder this guy because he knew this guy well enough to know I would end up in prison for assaulting him. And the club might close too.

A Woman Is Capable of Extreme Violence Too

Fuck my life. My day just kept steam rolling out of control. I wouldn’t survive one day in prison. So, I took that baseball bat and completely crushed his skull. In fact, his brain matter splattered all over me. I felt bad because I made my bouncer an accomplice to my crime. I didn’t premeditate this. But I knew what kind of mood I was in. And I should’ve restrained myself. But once he spit in my face, I went off like a powder keg.

I guess I’m just as capable of impulsive violent tendencies as a man. This marked the first time I killed somebody not in self-defense. Or being paid as an accomplice. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no saint. I’ve helped men do some very awful things to young girls. But rage murder? This felt like a first.

But I admit how good it felt. I’m not saying this guy deserved snuff sex, but he’s not a good human being. Nobody’s going to miss him except for maybe his bookies. But I did discover that I am just as capable of violent rage as most of my callers and clients. So, men, don’t piss me off. I’ve got a taste for blood now and I think I like it.

Violent phone sex forces me to make very naughty decisions

Violent phone sex gets this evil bitch everything that I need. Especially when I am running the biggest and naughtiest underground whore house in the city. 

My place is a den where the most twisted perverts come to indulge!

Violent phone sex

 Among them is my prized customer, a man with a fat cock and a fat stack of cash. He likes to get sick, as perverted as possible. I knew his taste for fresh young girls, so I showed him the freshest ones I got.

 

I just got these three street trash brats that were gonna end up selling their pussy anyway. So why not at my establishment? They were much younger than the other girls, but I knew it would be perfect for him.

 

 I lined up the tight little bodies and told them to get naked in front of their new Daddy. His cock got really hard at all those smooth hairless cunts, but the one he really wanted was the dark meat.

Her grabbed her by the throat and forced his cock inside her mouth. The way she was flaying around made me laugh. He abused her black cunt with his fingers first. She was so tiny he had to work her open to fit his cock in.

Her high-pitched squeals of agony were blood-curdling in a really good way. He didn’t spare a moment because it was all about that Torture sex. He really wanted the little black bitch to suffer, so I squeezed her neck as tight as possible so she would pass out and then fuck her wide awake. Her little pussy looked like bloody ground-up beef after he was done with her.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies My Son Explores with His Fists and My Body

violent phone sexMy son gives me coke to explore his violent phone sex fantasies on camera. He live streams our “Beat Mommy Beautiful” sessions. The best son ever. But I’m his cash cow. Our live violent sessions bring him a lot of money. And I do with him what I do for snuff directors. I traded my fuck holes and my dignity for some cocaine.

No drug dealer sells better coke than my son. He let me snort some lines off his dick. We call it my skinny powder. It truly is the best weight loss drug. And I knew when I saw all the camera equipment set up, we were doing a live session. My son refers to me as his violent muse. I bring out the best in him. Perhaps the worst in him too.

One of these days, I know our live stream will turn into a snuff porn. He might go too far one time and really crack my skull. After some coke, he shoved his cock and his balls in my mouth at the same time. Didn’t ease it in. Just shoved it in without warning and started to choke me as he skull fucked me. He took off his belt and put it around my neck. But first, he spit in my face and he tightened that belt which made my eyes bug out as I worshiped his cock and balls.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He spat on my face and punched me a few times as the chimes rolled in. Anytime I hear a chime from his computer, I know one of his viewers tipped us. My son pays attention to what gets the most tips and that’s usually breaking most of the bones in my body. My boy loves me. He would never hurt my sniffer. As I began convulsing on his cock, he released the belt so I could breathe.

He pushed me on the floor. I laid on the floor naked in only my high heels, and he started kicking me while I was down. Kicks to my ribs. He even kicked me in the pussy a few times. I’m essentially a bag of bones. So, it’s easy to destroy me. But with the best coke, I always heal.

While I laid there in pain on the floor, my son shoved the bowl of cocaine in my face so that I would snort. Cocaine appears to be the best pain med. My son came towards me with a dental spreader, which he put in my mouth. He wanted to see if he could turn my mouth into one big fuck hole. And of course he did. He pushed his cock into my gaped mouth and fucked me some more. He pissed down my throat and, on my face, too. And the chimes poured in.

My Son Made Me His Cash Cow

He dragged me by the hair across the room. I felt like a human mop. But I’m so many things. A human cum receptacle, a fleshlight, a cock puppet, a punching bag and a mommy whore.  He tied my arms behind my back and hoisted me in the air by my tits. Yes, you read that correctly. He’s suspended me in air by my tits. It felt like my nipples might rip off my body. I could see them already turning dark purple

Because of my history with my son, I assumed he would just go Mike Tyson on me for a little bit. Treat my body like a boxing bag. But instead, he turned me into a human piñata. He took a baseball bat and started cracking it on my face, tits, ribs, and back. He avoided my nose, but he covered every inch of me with that baseball bat. And the chimes became deafening.

While my son used me as his punching bag, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. And he hit that hard too with the baseball bat. My son appeared in a mood. A torture sex mood. While my ass dangled on the outside of my body, my son took a ziptie to it. That’s how he turns it into his fleshlight. I could feel my prolapse swelling up as he hit it a few times with the baseball bat. It felt like he channeled that carnival game whack a mole.

A Mother’s Job Includes Doing Anything Her Son Needs

While still suspended in air by my nipples and a ziptie around my prolapsed asshole, my son decided to fuck my ass. He loves the little fleshlight that my prolapsed asshole becomes from the ziptie. While he fucked me, it turned into his cock sleeve. He punched my back and my sides. Luckily, I could still snort some cocaine to dull the pain. My son eventually cut me down from where I dangled. I fell to the floor with a thud. And just when I thought it all might be over, he decided to bend me like a pretzel so he could fuck my fourth hole. According to him, it’s my only tight hole that remains.

He used a speculum to spread me like the Grand Canyon. And that exposed my pee hole. So, he shoved his cock in my bladder balls deep. He calls this mommy son bonding time. He pushed my little bird’s legs behind my head, exposing that fourth hole he loves so much. And he just kept fucking it. Pissing in it and filling it with cum too. Ouch.

Sometimes, My Son Hits Me So Hard it Scrambles My Bird Brain

My son put his cock balls deep in my urethra while he pinned me to the floor like a pretzel. Every awkward position you can imagine my son put me in. Eventually, he pulled out of my pee hole and tried to suffocate me on his cock again. I guess I didn’t suck his cock with enough enthusiasm. So, he tossed me across the room repeatedly while tied up. And joked that he broke his mommy.

Eventually, he filled my shit hole up with his cock snot. My prolapsed asshole swelled up like a balloon. As he pounded my rosebud, he drilled my skinny body into the floor. And he saw a chance to ram my head onto the floor some more. No doubt he scrambled some of my brains. Since some cock snot still dripped from his cock, he shoved his dick down my throat, making me taste my own ass on his cock.

At least I have time to heal with some good cocaine until he needs another live session. I’ll be nursing my sore holes with some of the best blow around until then. Sometimes a mother’s job includes being her son’s punching bag and cash cow.

Group Blasphemy sex pleases the Dark Lord

The Blasphemy sex rituals that my Master Daddy comes up with are always so brutal. Recently, he made me get a dating profile to find people to play with.

I met this married couple and a hot teen stud. I definitely catfished them a bit. See, they didn’t know of each other or of my master daddy. And they didn’t know they were just pawns until it was too late.

I brought the lambs to the slaughter. Blasphemy sex

First, I got the couple over, and after a few hours, the hot boy showed up. They weren’t put off; in fact, we had the hottest group sex I’ve had in a while.

But then Master Daddy and a few of his followers entered the room. They were chanting a powerful spell that made these people stuck in the fuck zone. They weren’t aware of the danger around them.

The hooded followers sliced the men’s throats first, and then the dark pope handed me a dagger, and I plunged it into the woman’s t. She was in mid-orgasm, and her blood was captured in a goblet, for all of us to drink.

The power of Satan was in our veins. I could feel his satisfaction at our sacrifices, and he blessed us. We fucked each other on top of the Snuff sex victims, and I was implanted with Satanic semen.
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Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum!

Violent Phone Sex

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum.

I am a tough bitch who can take the pain you want to give me.

I want you to pound this pussy so hard I scream out in pain.

Hold me down and force me to take your big, girthy cock raw; don’t even lube it up.

I want it to hurt! Tie ropes around my tits until they are swollen and red.

Twist my nipples until I’m squirming in agony.

Then face fuck me to get me to shut up.

No one can hear me scream if there’s a big cock in my mouth, cutting off my airflow.

Then flip me around with my ass high in the air and arms shackled around my back.

Spread my ass cheeks wide open and fuck my tight little booty hole.

Ripping me from the inside, until blood is on your cock.

Use my blood as lube and fuck me even harder.

Don’t stop until your cum is mixing with my tears.

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Snuff Sex Fantasies From My Sadistic Phone Sex Archives

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I’m strapped to the cold steel table, my legs spread wide and locked into shackles that bite into my ankles. He stands over me, his eyes cold and hungry, looking at my trembling pussy like it’s just a piece of meat he’s about to carve. “Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he sneers, slapping my cheek so hard my head snaps to the side. “Begging for it before I even touch you.”

 

I moan, my hips arching instinctively. I want the pain. I crave the way he breaks me. He doesn’t waste time; he grabs a heavy leather belt and whips it across my thighs. Crack. The sting is electric, leaving a bright red welt across my pale skin. I scream, but it’s a sound of pure ecstasy.

 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he growls, shoving two fingers brutally deep into my soaking wet cunt. He doesn’t lubricate; he just forces them in, stretching me wide. I gasp, my breath hitching as he pumps his fingers violently, mimicking the fuck I’m desperate for. He reaches for a pair of pliers on the tray, glancing at my nipples. “Let’s see how much of a good little bitch you are when I start pulling.” He clamps down on my left nipple and twists, pulling the flesh away from my chest. I wail, my body convulsing, my pussy leaking juices all over the steel as the agony blends perfectly with the arousal

Torture Phone Sex Whore For Hire

torture phone sexTorture phone sex is going to be my next tattoo I gather.  Only I plan on coding it out in fingerprints of the most recent victims.  Their hand and fingerprints will be coded for letters. How would I do this you may ask? Well let me get my dildo up my cunt while I tell you about one of my first clients that paid me to fuck and toruture.

I thought we were just going to be fucking me up as I love to do some meth and get tortured and raped.  However, this old perv that paid for this very thing thought I liked it too much so he proposed a new idea that would pay me more.  He starts telling me how he wants me to help him take out his family one by one.  Separately in very strange ways.  In order to know they are gone, I have to get their cum in me and for the females, I need to cut off their fingers and toes.

To be fair I think he only asked for one finger but his cock was in me and I started cumming when he basically gave me permission, Mr. Patriarch of this huge family wants me to take them out and torture them in the process. That’s all I heard.

So the first bitch was his young granddaughter. I met her at her apartment with her boyfriend there. I went in as they were fucking and vunerable. That turned out to be perfect. I I stabbed her boytoy in the back as he pounded her doggystyle. Never knew what hit him.  Without a second thought I grabbed my fist as his cock slid out and he slumped to the ground and I shoved my fist up that young whores cunt.

She let out a wail. First still in her I took her leggings and choked her to death. Then put the knife in her boyfriends hands.  Would’ve been perfect coverup except I couldn’t help myself and cut off all their toes and fingers putting them in jars to bring home to big daddy.  He said I was crazy and to toss them. They are still in my pantry cabinet along with the new additions! You never know when finger prints may come in handy!

Gangbang Rape Porn Star and Snuff Sex Toy are All I Am Now

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He dragged me into a room filled with five men. They looked at me with pure disgust and hunger. He shoved me onto the table, my legs forced wide. “She’s a broken bitch,” he told them. “Do whatever you want.”

 

The first man didn’t wait. He spat in my face and shoved his cock down my throat, choking me until I gagged. While I was suffocating, another man entered me from behind, his cock ripping into my dry pussy. A third man knelt in front, licking my clit with a rough tongue while calling me a “filthy slut.”

 

They took turns, a revolving door of hard cocks. I was a communal toilet. One man gripped my throat, cutting off my air while he hammered into my ass, his cock stretching me wide. They swapped holes constantly—cock in my mouth, cock in my pussy, cock in my ass—all at once. They cursed me, calling me a waste of skin, laughing as they covered my face, breasts, and stomach in thick, white ropes of cum. I was nothing but a heap of flesh, drenched in their seed.

Taboo Phone Sex Sluts Put the Assholes with Tiny Dicks Out of Commission

taboo phone sexIt’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.

Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.

We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.

When Men Act Like Dr Jekyll I Fight Back

Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.

I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.

So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.

Nothing Settles a Man Down Like Castration

Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.

So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.

He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.