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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.

I’ve got an evil Torture sex plan for my “Best Friend”

It’s time to get some revenge with Torture sex, and I need your help. My best friend Alice, yeah, the one I’ve known since we were 13, she’s crossing a line I didn’t think possible. She’s trying to ruin me, and guess what? It’s not happening. I’m one sexy bad-ass bitch who doesn’t let anyone fuck with me. But I need your help!

A special kind of helper, the kind who gets off on the sickest shit.

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Here’s the plan. We capture that cunt Alice, chain her up till she’s nice and helpless. Then we make her suffer, oh God, do we make her suffer! I want her ass stretched open, forced to take cock while she screams and begs.

And when she thinks it can’t get any worse, we spring a surprise abortion right up her goddamn womb. I’ve got a special tool I want to introduce to her needy cunt – a spiked baseball bat.

First, I want you to force yourself inside all of her holes brutally. I’ll be there, bat in hand, taunting her. Giving her the idea that if she is a good whore we will let her and the unborn brat in her go. But you know that is not going to happen!

The bat goes up inside her when you use her up. I want you to piss in her face while I force my homemade torture device inside her. Jerk off while I twist it around inside her and rip it out. I’m shoving that thing all the way to her chest. The way she squeals will be music to our ears.
She isn’t going to survive our Snuff sex. Before her last breath, we’ll take the bitch out back and burn her to ashes.

No witnesses, no evidence, just the sweet scent of burnt flesh remaining after we’re done with her. So, you in? Ready to help a sexy bitch get her revenge? Let’s catch Alice and make her Alice-in-wonderland, till nothing remains but a tragic memory of what ungrateful bitches deserve.

Torture Sex Object for Snuff Porn is All I Am Now

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I woke up suspended, my arms pulled taut by rough hemp ropes that bit into my wrists. My legs were spread wide, locked into a metal spreader bar that kept my pussy exposed and gaping. A heavy steel plug was jammed into my ass, stretching my sphincter to the limit.

 

He walked in with a cattle prod. He pressed the sparking tip against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity that made my entire body convulse. “Beg for it, you worthless cunt,” he commanded.

 

He ignored my pleas, instead sliding a thick, vibrating dildo into my pussy while simultaneously flicking the prod against my nipples. The combination of the vibration and the shocks pushed me into a forced, agonizing orgasm. As I peaked, he shoved his cock into my mouth, gagging me, forcing me to suck him while he beat my thighs red. He spent the hour alternating between electric shocks and raw, punishing sex, treating my body like a toy to be broken.

My Son Makes Me the Star of His Snuff Movies

snuff moviesMy son likes to put me in his snuff movies. I’m always his live stream cash cow. And for the most part, I prepare myself for it. I’m just an old whore. Dark tan skin, but you can see my tan lines from the micro bikini I wear. My son likes me to stand in front of him in my panties so he can see the tan lines. I look like an over the hill 80s woman. He calls me his glam bimbo. I walked around in panties and super high heels. Add my long nails, my big hair and my cherry red lipstick, once upon a time I could’ve been an 80s video vixen.

Perhaps in a way I am still a video vixen. My son live streams our sessions. We have an understanding. He gives me the best cocaine around and he gets to film himself beating mommy beautiful. I stayed in front of him showing off my ultra skinny body. Except for the bimbo boobs, I have the body of a young schoolgirl.

Since my cunt lips hung over my panties, it looked like my lips wanted to swallow up my panties. My son pulled on my lips until he could wrap them around the panties. When he came back up, he punched my teeth out. They flew across the room. Next, he dribbled my head like a basketball on the wood floor. Occasionally pulling my head up long enough to skull fuck me.

My Boy Beats Mommy Beautiful

He slammed my skinny cocaine body onto the floor and skull fucked me harder. He placed his knee on my neck, choking me. But he did shove the bowl of cocaine under my face. The coke matted to my face like make up. He called me names and slapped my face with his dick.

I could hear the chimes pouring in. He somehow managed to lock his fingers behind my neck and stand up holding my head down to skull fuck me some more. Then he just lifted me up. But if I weigh 100 pounds, I’d be surprised. It’s amazing how much weight you can lose on a cocaine diet My son pounded my head into the floor so hard I think I might’ve received a brain bleed. Everything got dizzy. The room started spinning, but my son continued to use my head as a battering ram.

My son loves to turn me into his fleshlight. His own personal fuck sleeve. He smashed my face so much into the floor that my face became unrecognizable. But in that awkward position, he contorted me into a sort of a half Nelson wrestling move. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes and ran my head into the wall. I felt like I was in two places at once because I went through the wall and the sheet metal kept me hanging there. My head stuck out the other side of the wall, but my shoulders pressed up against the sheet rock while my belly rested on some of it.

My Son Turns Me Into His Flesh Light and Battering Ram

But my son loves me. He came around the other side, put the bowl of cocaine under my nose and let me get high. He seemed too nice. So, I knew something was up. Then I heard a knock at the door. And I could hear the chatter of many male voices while suspended in air by sheet rock. I heard my boy talk about a gangbang rape porn. But not my mouth, pussy or ass. They planned to gang bang my urethra.

He invited them to fill my bladder up with cum. They ran a train on my pee hole. Men lit me up while they fucked my fourth hole. Punched my back, my kidneys, and the sides of my ribs. And they did that all while they slammed their dicks into my urethra. My son started fucking my face like a cunt. Held my mouth open and shoved his dick in while his buddies tore up my pee hole. The sheet rock held me hostage and suspended me in the air.

But I Know My Son Loves Me, He Never Punches My Sniffer

Once my son finished with my mouth, he let me snort some more coke. And he punched me in the face. But before you say it, I know he loves me. He never breaks my nose. I need my sniffer. I heard tips pouring in as other viewers watched and laughed at the old, battered coke whore. And I might be out of commission for a while with this one. Eventually, my son pulled me out of the sheet rock, but I couldn’t see because my eyes swelled shut. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Plus, I started to bleed.

My boy freed me from the sheet rock, but he wanted to punch me some more. Such a violent streak in him. He bounced my head off the floor again and violently skull fucked me some more. But he always jokes he’s just beating mommy beautiful. So, with a bladder full of cum, a swollen face and a broken body, I snorted as much cocaine as I could to dull the pain. My son made me a pee hole gang bang whore. It will feel like I’m pissing shards of glass for a few weeks, but I know I will heal. But my son’s pink cocaine helps me get over the violent phone sex make-over.

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.