Tag: Violent Phone Sex

The Punching Bag Game!

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When daddy gets too drunk he likes to use me as a punching bag! Daddy and brother love drinking and having heated arguments, sometimes they like to get me drunk too and beat me for fun. They love feeling my soft skin take their punches and let their kicks and slaps turn my pale skin purple with bruises. I won’t lie, I do enjoy it, once the pain passes and I’m left with a throbbing pussy because I know most of the time after I get beaten, I’ll be taking a cock too! Daddy and brother reward me for being a good punching bag with a face full of their hot cum, I’m not allowed to wipe it off so it gets in my eyes and makes me cry but deep down I’m so satisfied!

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones who enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. I love being an accomplice to them, but I act on them solo too. I saw a sweet tender age girl at the mall the other day. I thought about all the wicked things I could do to her tiny little holes. When they are not your brats, the possibilities are endless because you do not have to think about the questions. Men hold back on violating their own spawn often because of the immediate ramifications. I mean if a girl needs medical treatment or ends up dead, the parents are who they look at first. That is why when I am your accomplice phone sex partner, I help you find a surrogate girl in another city who is not linked back to you. You would have loved this little girl. She was just about my knee’s height. She had blonde curls and bright blue eyes. Just as cute as could be too. A little bit of baby fat on her still. A smile that could melt my heart if I had one, but definitely a smile to get your cock hard. You could see the innocence in her eyes. I love the innocent ones. It is not that I like corrupting them. I mean I do, but they never see the evil coming their way. That is what I get off on. Hurting them is so much more fun than hurting a jaded little bitch who distrusts every stranger. An innocent little thing never sees it coming and if she survives the ordeal, it will ruin her for life. But I will be honest. They never survive with me. I make snuff porn and I leave no witnesses. I know how to leave no evidence of a crime too. Girls go missing in this country daily. Who will miss one more, right? Ready to hunt with me?

Violent Phone Sex Slut

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When it comes to living out your violent phone sex fantasies, I’m your girl. Call me up and tell me what kind of violence you’d choose today. Would you simply be content with a rape fantasy? Maybe you’d climb into my window after I’m asleep and wake me by putting your hand over my mouth. Once I wake up, you tell me that if I try to scream when you move your hand, you’re going to make me sorry. And you make sure I know that you have a weapon to shut me up with if I can’t do it on my own.

You might have something more sinister on your mind, though. Maybe you want to do much more than force yourself in me. Did you always plan on doing more than scaring me with that weapon you brought? You probably wouldn’t ever trust that I wouldn’t tell anyone what happened, so you’d almost certainly have to slit my throat to shut me up permanently. Or maybe you want to take your time and smother me while you rape me one more time. I’m up for any of those things and more. We will only ever be limited by your mind!

Hot Home Intruder

Home invasion phone sex

 

I do simple home invasions for the thrill of it.  Sometimes the places are empty and I have fun just going through all of their shit, maybe do something fucked up like shove the heads of their toothbrushes up my ass or rip the last three pages out of all of their books, stuff like that.  But I prefer the houses I break into to have someone inside for me to taunt and terrorize.  Playing an unwanted game of hide and seek with a hapless homeowner is a lot more fun than sticking an Oral B in my butt.

The peeping tom aspect of it gives me an initial adrenalin rush that washes over me.  If the conditions aren’t right for a proper B&E, I’ll stay outside for hours looking inside of their illuminated windows letting the simple stalk be my rush for the night.  But when things go my way I can bust in without making a single sound and position myself in an indoor hiding spot so I can track my target’s every move.

If I don’t want to cause a scene I’ll just wait for them to go to bed then creep into their room so I can watch them sleep.  When I need more excitement I like to make a sound for them to investigate and skulk in the shadows until the moment is right for me to step into the light and scare the everloving shit out of them.  At that time of night they always run back to their room with me hot on their heels.

This is where I have to make a decision: turn tail and leave before the cops arrive or charge into the bedroom and turn that scared little piggy into the victim they were born to be.  The choice is easy, I just base it on how I feel at the moment.  I’ll leave if I’ve had enough, but if I want blood and cum then I have no qualms with turning that home invasion into a grisly murder scene.

 

How I Became a Taboo Phone Sex Whore

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Taboo phone sex is something I was born to do. My entire life has been one big taboo. What I talk about on the phone is not always fantasy or role play though. I had a caller last night who wanted to talk about my youth. I think he wanted to hear about how daddy hurt me, but that never happened. I lost my virginity to my older brother while my mother directed the action. The pervert in my family was my mother. The problem was my mom came from money. She married for love and her family cut her off. My dad worked his ass off to provide for us, but he was a trucker and no matter how hard he worked, it was never going to afford my mother the life of luxury that she came from. She was not angry or bitter. She was just resourceful. She wanted money for coke and fancy clothes and stuff. She never worked a day in her life. Well, not a real job. She discovered that she could make brat porn using her son and daughter and sell it for thousands of dollars. One time, a guy asked for a special movie starring me and him and one of his friends. I was just a young schoolgirl at the time, but I wanted to help my mommy. She put a collar on my neck and gave me my first line of cocaine. She wanted to dull my pain and fog my memory. The guy and his friend fucked me hard. They fisted my ass and my pussy too. I think my mom thought I would cry, but when he pulled his fist out of my ass, I fisted my own ass. Maybe the coke brought out the ass rape porn star in me or perhaps I was just a natural, but a dirty taboo whore was born that day.

Taking A Brutal Beating & Pounding!

Violent Phone Sex

I got beat up pretty badly this weekend as I walked into my apartment this weekend and just as usual my cunt got wet! My daddy and brother were waiting for me with their fists and cocks ready to abuse me once again. I couldn’t believe it when I stepped into my dark apartment and daddy slapped me hard across my face, I felt pain but then when I realized it was him followed by his cock down my throat, I felt intense pleasure. I felt my brother kick me in the stomach but once the pain subsided I couldn’t wait for my cunt to get filled. He got on top of me and beat me bloody before they both pissed all over me as I lie on the floor… If I’m being honest, my cunt was throbbing in anticipation the whole time.

Snuff Sex and Violence

Snuff sex and violence are the things that excite me. To become violated so extremely with the most sadistic men and women using me for their twisted pleasures is ultimate. I’m a nympho for asphyxiation while have my holes pounded out and gaped. 

Destroy me, violate me, beat me and make me beg for the pleasure of feeling your cock pulsate in my fuck holes. I am your torture doll. The only use on this planet for me is to be your sadistic victim. Maybe I have my own twisted fixations on my need of violent pain. Does it really matter though? I mean you could care less about me as I am a nothing to you. I am the whore you will lure in with drugs and alcohol. Fuck maybe you use a stun gun on me. Spike my drink at the bar. Spike me with a syringe of m99. 

I have had guys stalk me at night. I walk the streets alone and often barely dressed. I look like a whore. I get treated like a whore. I guess I deserve to be grabbed and strangled then pulled into a hidden spot so you can finish me and in me.

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Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasy

strangulation phone sexDo you have strangulation phone sex fantasies? My Tinder date did. He was one of the hottest men I have ever seen on Tinder too. It was such a shame. He is married and lives in the next county, so we agreed to meet at a no tell motel on the outskirts of town. It is a seedy rent by the hour sort of place. I knew it was a gross hotel with a bad reputation, but I was not going there by myself or to do drugs. I just wanted a big married cock. He was even better looking in person. Older with salt and pepper hair, plus impeccably dressed. He certainly stood out at this dive hotel. We fucked for an hour. It was a hot fuck too. Big dick and he knew how to use it. I struck gold, until I realized he was a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type after he came. I thought he was reaching down to grab his pants because he had to leave. He pulled his belt off his pants and before I realized why, it was too late. His belt was around my neck as I laid face down on the bed. He was strong. He pulled tightly, strangling me. He was sitting on my back, so I could not get away. I was fading fast. I was just not strong enough for him. He said he was going to make it look like I hung myself in this dirty no tell motel. I was trying to get my fingers between the belt and my neck, but I could not. I passed out, lost consciousness and he snuffed me out. He fucked me, then killed me like a female praying mantis does to her male mates. Then he had sex with my dead body. Sex with dead bodies was his thing all along, and he lured me like a dumb bimbo to my death.

Killer Fantasies

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Sometimes when I get calls, you guys aren’t exactly sure what you’re in the mood for, but you want something really kinky. I always love necrophilia phone sex role plays. I had an idea for a role play the other day and I think it’ll be really fucking hot.  We meet on a dating app and bond over our mutual love of true crime. After having dinner for the first time, I end up back at your place to watch the latest crime documentary. Of course, we end up making out and things start getting pretty spicy.

As you’re eating my pussy, you raise your head up and tell me to talk to you about me being a dead body and you coming back to where you dumped me to go down on me. Licking my dead cunt would make your dick really hard, wouldn’t it baby? And then you’d have to put my ankles on your shoulders and slide that hard cock deep inside me. I bet you’d be so excited that it wouldn’t take you very long to cum. But that’s okay because once I’m dead, I’m not the kind of partner who will tell you no when you’re ready to fuck again. 

Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex? If I am involved, it will be bloody. I am a violent bitch. I do not kill quickly. I do not kill neatly either. I like a massacre. I like pain and suffering. I did something I never do last night. No, not kill. Well, I did kill, but I always kill. I went to a concert. I interacted with humans. It was a Ghost show. They are a metal band from Sweden. Many proclaim them Satanists. I like them. I went with some Goth Friends. Some Uber religious folks like those Westboro Baptist church crazies were harassing us. They took issue with my appearance. They wanted a fight. Normally, I have restraint. I do not kill for revenge or because provoked. Last night I did, because this cunt followed me to my car telling me I was going to burn in hell. I told her I would see her there and stabbed her in the gut. I pushed her in my trunk. I could not leave her in the street. Someone would be looking for her. She was younger than me and part of of a crazy fanatic group. I went to my cabin in the woods. I was surprised she was still breathing when I arrived. She bled all over my trunk. This cunt was making me angry in more ways than one. I dragged her into my cabin. She was going to feel all my Rage. This little bitch was a mega hater and was just going to grow up hating on everyone and everything. The world does not need more intolerant cunts. So, I gutted her like a pig. I let her entrails fall on to my floor. Not the first time or the last. She died on my wooden floor. I fed her guts and limbs to the coyotes. I spent the next several hours cleaning up. Not the floors. No one knows where my kill shack is. The floors are permanently blood stained. I cleaned my car because I never kill impulsively. That snotty cunt had it coming though.