Tag: Violent Phone Sex

Blasphemy Sex Exorcises Demonic Slut’s Pussy

blasphemy sexYou thought blasphemy sex could exorcise the demons from my body. A succubus demon has crawled it’s way out of hell and into me. My friends took me to your church hoping you could help me. Now I’m tied down to a bed and screaming at the top of my lungs. You slide your fingers into my tight snatch. My pussy is so fucking wet. I snap at you in tongues. My eyes roll into the back of my head. You don’t have a choice. You have to fuck the demon out of my cunt. My pussy needs to be baptized by saintly cum.

Fuck My Possessed Pussy

You push your cock in me. My pussy grips on to your dick and sucks you in, but the rest of my body thrashes and jerks underneath you. The demon twists my mouth. It’s voice comes out instead of my screams. You try to fuck me harder, but it’s too late. I rip through the restraints and we climb on top of you. Your cock was still throbbing inside my pussy. I slammed down on your cock hard. No amount of fighting would get me off. I forced you to look me in my eyes as they faded to a blurry white, then I kissed you.

The venom leaked into your mouth. Every saintly thought of saving a poor victim was replaced by desperate perversion. My sick, demonic intentions spread throughout your body. You can’t fight back. You grab my hips and then slam your cock back in my pussy. You’ve been possessed. I laugh and wrap my hand around your throat. The choking gets tighter as the demon demands cum. My pussy does too. You creampie my cunt, but now the stolen semen of a man of god will be the fertilization of Satan himself.

Mutilation Phone Sex And The Cosmetic Surgeon

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Mutilation phone sex can leave you horrified, embarrassed and horny for more. My friend, Joann decided she wanted to make a trip to the plastic surgeon to get a few things done. She wanted to get some Botox and a revision on her nose job. When the date came she was excited because she’d waited a long time to get the work done. She gets to the doctor’s office and he starts out talking about the work that’s going to be done. He tells Joann that they’re having a promotion on pussy tightening and that lots of women love it. It’s supposed to give you the virgin pussy back. Joann figured, why not. The nurse comes in to administer the anesthesia and she’s out like a light. The doctor does her nose revision, by just making the tip of it smaller, gives her the Botox in her forehead and moves on the her pussy. When he and the nurse look at her pussy, they think that it looks a little strange. Her clit is larger than normal and the opening looks stretched out. What Joann didn’t know is this particular surgeon has never done surgery on any woman over twenty five! Joann is pushing fifty. The doc chops off most of her clit and stitches up half of her pussy hole. When Joann wakes up, she complains about the pain. He tells her that he’ll prescribe pain killers. She goes home with enough pain meds to last a few days and prescriptions for antibiotics and pain killers. When she goes to the bathroom for the first time since the surgery, there’s blood in her piss and a white goo too. She wipes carefully and goes to the bed and sits down. The pain is almost unbearable. Joann gets a hand mirror to look at her pussy. As soon as she sees it, she shrieks in horror. ” Nooo, no ,no what did he do!” she wails. Her stomach hurts too. In the mirror she sees her mangled pussy. There is a stump where her clit was and he pussy hole has been sewn up. The doctor tried her new cunt out while she was under. He fucked her new sit and came inside her. She remembered him saying any man will love it cause it’s so tight like a girl. Joann was stunned. She’d been deformed without even knowing, until it was too late. There would be no more orgasms for her, the smaller slit was too painful. Only doing blowjobs was an option, she thought.

Castration phone sex is the kinda fun that makes me cum

Castration phone sexCastration phone sex, It’s not for the faint-hearted, but then again, neither am I. When you enter my playground, I reign as the queen of torture and pleasure. I’m not into the fluffy, vanilla stuff. No, I prefer my sex rough, my language vulgar, and my encounters exhilarating.

There’s something about the raw vulnerability, the fear, and the excitement that gets me going. It’s a dance of power and submission, a game of cat and mouse that leaves us both breathless. And you completely ball-less. 

Haven’t you been dreaming of the day where you completely submit? You on your back, trembling in fear, as the cold steel of my bolt cutters are pressed against your skin. Sounds lovely, doesn’t? I dream of the mess it is going to make. I want to make a huge squish noise as I make your nuts crack.

I love to tease, to taunt, to drive pathetic little losers like you crazy with anticipation. I take great pleasure in watching my subjects squirm. After all, there’s nothing more satisfying than knowing you’ve got someone right where you want them. I know you are ready for the Torture sex you’ve been wishing for.

 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Makes My Son Money

rape phone sex fantasiesMy son has more than rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. He has real-life experience because I am his cash cow. He gives me coke and I let him violate me for his streaming audience. But he loves me. When I showed up at his place, I sported a half top that said, “I Have No Tits.” But the shirt seemed ironic because my boy paid for me to get massive boobs years ago. I sported big lips too thanks to Botox. Around my neck, I wore a choker necklace that said, “MILF” in rhinestones.

My son had a big bag of coke for me. As I crawled to the bowl of coke, I showed off my fuck holes and my prolapsed asshole. It pops out easier than my teeth do. As I crawled toward the coke, my boy kicked me hard many times. But that just brought in the tips. He even shoved his foot down on my back, forcing me to struggle to stay on all fours while I crawled. A few kicks to my pussy, swelled up my mound too. But my son loves violent phone sex because it brings in the tips.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow

Once I got to the coffee table with the bag of coke, he shoved my face into the bag and started to pump my prolapse as I snorted. Punched my pussy while he did it. He enjoys making me his fuck puppet. Eventually, he went elbow deep in my ass and lifted me in the air just to bounce me off the walls. Tied up my tits with rope until they turned purple while I recovered from the head banging on the walls. Since I have such huge tits, he pulled them around my back and zip tied them together. But I felt that pain coked up.

My ass felt like it hung out of my ass even further after his elbow, but my boy disagreed. So, he put some coke on my prolapse and put a suction tube over it to pump it up and stretch it out further. While my ass pumped up, he explored some suffocation phone sex fun. The plastic bag with the coke still in it went over my head. At least when I struggled for air, I got even higher. While struggling to breathe, my prolapse became his cock sleeve again.

My Boy Loves to Get Me High and Abuse My Body

The chimes poured in because his viewers love to watch my skinny, fucked up ass get some much needed protein. Cum in my belly, cum on my face and cum in my cunt fed me well. He got tired of my prolapse after a bit. And that’s when he turned his focus to my pee hole. Or has he referred to it, “My fourth hole.”

Even as high as I was, I could feel him pissing into my pee hole. He knocked my teeth out because we both forgot they were in. And somehow, he turned me upside down and skull fucked me. It was easier to do with my tits pulled around back and out of the way.

It felt like he fucked me forever. He even shoved his cock and balls in my ass at once. I gagged and sputtered, but eventually passed out because he smothered me with his cock and balls. So, he threw me across the room to wake me back up. And the feeling of my bones crushing did the trick. By this time, I could only see stars. Plus, I could barely talk or walk. But he treated my body like a shot put a few more times until I collapsed on the floor.

Even as Much as My Son Beats Me and Uses Me, I Know He Loves Me

 I had hoped he was done with me, but did not appear to be yet. He picked me up like a bowling bar with a finger in my prolapse and one in my cunt. As he lifted me off the floor, I feared he would toss me across the room again. But instead of that, he smashed my face in the coke one more time. However, he did engage eventually in a game of MILF Toss. The chimes poured in again as he threw me 3 feet across the room.

As I laid curled up in a ball on the floor, he fucked my prolapsed asshole one more time. But he saved his cum and piss for my mouth since I am his sperm bank. He raked in the money from the live stream. And I raked in the coke. So, I got batter and bruised severely. That’s nothing some ice and primo coke cannot fix.

Cora’s Sacred Torture: A Blasphemous Whore

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Hello, perverts! You know who it is—Cora, the blasphemous vixen, about to embark on a wild religious ride. Get ready for some sacred torture and a whole lot of squirt! I’m bound and gagged, a plaything for these kinky priests. They think they can control me, but I’m their wild card. The altar’s cold against my skin, but the sensation only adds to the fun. Their hands explore, tying me up in knots, while their whispers fill my ears. 

They think they’re holy, but their true nature’s about to unfold. A kinky ritual awaits, and I’m the star attraction. The torture begins, a symphony of moans and whimpers. Their touch is like a flame on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I squirm, desperate for release, but they deny me. The edge they provide, a delicious torture. My juices flow, a sacred offering to their perverted gods. 

The priests take turns, each more sadistic than the last. Cora’s body is their canvas, and they paint it with depravity. But the art isn’t over yet. They unleash the ultimate bliss, a high-powered vibrator that makes me see stars. My body convulses, cumming hard. The squirts flow like a river, soaking the altar below. The priests lap it up, a sacred communion. I’m in a religious trance, a sinner in ecstasy. Cora’s found her true calling—a blasphemous mess for the gods. 

You wish you could witness such sacred debauchery, don’t you? Too bad, you’re just a mere mortal! 

Talk to you soon fuckers!

Bondage Phone Sex Turns Violent

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex leaves a woman like me vulnerable. Any woman vulnerable. It is just the way it is because if tied tightly you cannot escape. You cannot even struggle. And I know this. Yet, I still agree to bondage shoots. Why? Because I need money to fuel my coke habit. My stepson gets very brutal with me, so sometimes I supplement. But that’s our secret, okay?

I responded to an ad in a fetish magazine looking for milf rope bunnies. Although, I do not have a master in my life, in the past men did tie me up. And of course, drug dealers tie me up a lot too. So, I applied for the job and lied about how much I love bondage. I do not mind bondage, but the only thing I love more than my family is coke. Snuff porn pays more than bondage porn, but it is easier on my body. Or so I thought.

I Will Never Learn Because of My Coke Habit

When I arrived for my photo shoot, the director treated me like a side of beef from the get-go. His goons tied me up and whipped out their dicks. I stepped into a porn not a bondage shoot. However, I did not know what kind of porn initially. I mean this could have turned into a snuff flick. Or even some violent gang bang. But it ended up more like a humiliation porn.

They dick slapped me first. But they followed up by pissing in my face and calling me all sorts of degrading things. The director told me to smile. Smile while guys dick slap me and piss in my face for hours?  Eventually, this turned into an ass rape porn. But they violated my ass with objects and a speculum before I got the cocks. They enjoyed pissing in my gaped hole too. Nothing I could do. I was all tied up with nowhere to go.

Eventually my little humiliation photo shoot ended, and I got my dough and fled to the nearest dealer.

When you become a voodoo doll for dicks…

Snuff Phone Sex

I was asked if I wanted to be “used like a cum rag” and “fucked till I wanted to die”. I was all for it in the beginning. Because they never mentioned that I would be a ritual sacrifice to their dark lord of sex. But, usually that’s the part they always omit.

It was a pleasant night out. We were out at this wooded area in the forest with a slab just sitting in the open. From what I could see, there were at least 10 guys standing there. Looking at me like I was the most delicious morsel of steak they had ever seen. I did look hot in the sheer white dress I was wearing when walking in. Showing off my nipples and tits really nicely.

Mr Leader Man was the one that got me undressed, and had all of his followers just come up and touch my body. Tweaking my nipples, playing with my pussy, kissing my mouth. They all just start bringing me to the slab, getting me strapped down as they gave me this weird tasting stuff to take. They just continue touching me, inserting their fingers in all my fuck holes, and I can feel my pleasure just mounting.

And then, I felt something coming up for my eye. Slowly, I open my eyes at that moment and see one of the guys just hovering over my face with what looked like a dick with spikes. I didn’t have time to react before he buried it into my eye socket, creating another hole for him to fuck immediately. I felt the immediate pop of my eyeball, and the oozing of blood and fluids dripping down my face.

Now, I would say this should have killed me. But, it did not. In fact, I felt everything. Because the drugs they gave me were meant for one thing. To keep me alive. So that way, they can make as many holes as they wanted, as they were now making me into sexual Voodoo doll. And I would endure every pain they inflicted.

As more and more of them started to create holes, the more pain I endured. I screamed, begged, pleaded for it to not exist anymore. But they just kept fucking me. One of them even joked about “Jesusing me” by puncturing a hole in my hand, and using that as a personal masturbatory fuck toy.

It got to the point I was a Crispy Cream by how many loads I took in all my normal holes, and holes created. I, however, no longer had a mind. It broke long before they were done. I just let everything happen and embraced the pain, and had the most orgasmic experience of my life.

 

Home invasion phone sex, a great way to make a bitch scream

Home invasion phone sex Home invasion phone sex, a great way to make a bitch scream!  I am on the hunt. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline that courses through my veins, it’s all part of the experience. I’ve been watching this house for days, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, I can feel it in my bones, tonight is the night.

The slut inside is oblivious to my presence, too absorbed in her own world to notice the predator lurking outside. I can see them through the window, moving around the kitchen, completely at ease. But I know their routine, I’ve studied it meticulously. I know that soon, they will make their way upstairs, too distracted to remember to lock the backdoor. And that’s when we’ll make a  move.

Slip inside, my footsteps silent on the cool tile floor. I move quickly, making my way towards the bathroom. I can hear the sound of water running, and I know she’s in there, getting ready for bed. I imagine her, naked and vulnerable, completely unaware of the danger that lurks outside the shower door. I can’t help but feel a thrill run through me at the thought.

I can see the shock in her eyes as she realizes she’s not alone. But it’s too late for her to run, I’m already on her. I push her down into the water, feeling the heat of it against my skin. She struggles, but I’m stronger, and I quickly overpower her. I can feel her fear, it’s palpable, and it only serves to heighten my own arousal. 

I force her head under the water, holding her there until she starts to struggle less. And then, when I know she’s on the verge of passing out, I let her up. She gasps for air, her chest heaving with the effort. And that’s when you make your move. Push your cock  inside her, make her scream. It took a lot of work to pick out the perfect little slut to play with, so I want you to show your gratitude by fucking every hole that slut has. 

Push deeper down her throat, feeling her lips wrap around your cock. Feel her tears, her saliva, and of course, it only serves to make you harder. Fuck her mouth until you are about to bust, but let me swallow the load. We don’t want to leave any evidence on the body. That bitch is going to enough Torture sex to taste the sweet relief of death. 

 

Cannibalism Phone Sex: Ed’s Dinner

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It’s shocking to hear during a cannibalism phone sex call that someone is actually doing it. There’s something chilling and arousing about consuming human flesh. Sometimes, you have to do it to survive but other times it’s for pure pleasure. My friend Ed is a real-life Hannibal Lector. Working in the morgue has only brought out the depraved nature he tried to hide for so long. He started out just fucking the dead bodies but then, he needed more than that. He knew that some of the bodies that arrived in less than good condition had the organs removed, so he decided to look at all the recent ones. Of course , who would miss one liver? He found the perfect one with one tiny hole from a small caliber gun. Ed wrapped it carefully in saran wrap, then put it in his lunch cooler. He knew nobody would ever look there. Once he got home in the evening he went to the kitchen and got out a large skillet. After washing it off, he used a little salt and pepper to season the liver and put it in the skillet, searing it on both sides. Medium rare would be perfect for him. He poured some wine and made a salad. Once the liver was cooked just right, he sat down with his good silverware and china plate on the table, after all this was a special dinner.Ed cut into the liver and got a hard-on as soon as the red juice flowed from the meat. He was so excited he put one bite of the liver in his mouth and immediately started to jack off. He stood up and shot a load of jizz all over the liver and sat back down. Now he could devour this human meat because it had the perfect sauce.

Roleplay Phone Sex Calls Heat Up Near Halloween and Get More Violent

roleplay phone sexRoleplay phone sex heats up around Halloween. Men love to violate a drunk whore dressed up slutty. Or at least sluttier than other days. Although I am a druggy whore, I am a soccer mom too. So, most of the time I dress down. Not frumpy, just not slutty either. But at home or at bars near Halloween, I dress sexy. If I am going to trade my fuck holes for some coke, I cannot look like I am going to a job interview.

Perhaps, it would be fair to say that I have a latex fetish. I love the feel of it on my body. Next to my skin it just feels so hot. Now that the weather has cooled off, I can wear latex wherever I want. Well, more like whenever I want. I still need to keep face that I am a normal suburban housewife and mother, at least at home.

I often sneak out of the house after my husband and sons fall asleep. There is a little dive bar, I can walk to from my house. Local men. Working class bar. Mostly skilled laborers like concrete layers, plumbers and electric men. Rarely see a woman in there. Most women fear if they enter this bar, they may become an ass rape porn star on the pool table. However, I am not most women. I am a druggy whore.

Even Dressed up For Halloween Men Want to Use Me. There is No Hiding That I am a Whore.

So, when I go into that bar, the men all know why. They get me drunk and use me like a public disgrace, even dressed as a sexy latex clad nurse. But I never mind. Even if I am passed out drunk, the men in that bar know that they can still use me if they give me some coke or weed. Most of those guys know how to score good coke too. The old-school coke.

And last night they turned me into a gangbang rape porn star on the pool table. In my latex dress that they pushed up over my waist I bent over the pool table and took cock after cock. Old cock, young cock, black cock, white cock…they all used me as a cum receptacle. Even the bartender got in on the action. No condoms. No lube either.

But a whore must do what a whore must do for coke. I left the bar drunk, and with a prolapsed asshole and cum running down my legs. Good thing my family was asleep when I stumbled back home. Or I would have needed to concoct another elaborate story.