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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.

Bloody Phone Sex Almost Killed Me Again

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems appropriate for this time of year. But I do not like to get bloody. At least not my nose. That’s my sniffer. If you want to abuse me until my body looks like raw hamburger meat, please spare my nose. The only way I can endure that kind of pain is if I am high. My son understands that. But other men have not read the memo yet.

I get myself in one jam after another it seems. Nonstop trouble. I’m fresh off a kidnapping. Still have the rope burns on my hands and ankles. But I needed coke. Usually, my son gives it too me, but it’s been over a week since I saw him. And my back up dealer, Marcus, went out of town. It’s such a crap shoot when I need to find a substitute dealer. My son and Marcus never punch my sniffer. They like me high. But some random dealer often wants me to suffer. One of these days my coke habit will put me in a real snuff porn.

I learned about Ted from another druggy soccer mom. She pops Oxy like breath mints. And her dealer has any drug imaginable. So, I went with her to meet him. However, he got super angry that she brought me to him. He punched her so hard he knocked her out. As she lay bleeding on the ground passed out, he kicked her awake. She tried to apologize and tell him I could be trusted, but he choked her to death right in front of me.

Abuse Me All You Want but Please Spare My Nose

And I never watched someone I know die in front of my eyes. I peed my panties from fear. Honestly, scared the crap out of me. At least with my son, I know I will live because I am his cash cow. But this random dealer looked like he wanted to kill me too. He picked me up with his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall like a bug. He did not kill me though. However, he made me wish I was dead.

He punched my face repeatedly until my nose gushed blood. And he fisted my cunt until that prolapsed too. I had no idea my womb could come out. When he stopped hurting me, he gave me some coke. And a warning to never tell another sole about him. No way would I. I do not even want to see him again. His brand of snuff sex proved too much for this soccer mom pain slut.

Bloody Phone Sex Battles for Survival Make Good Entertainment

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex and Killtober go together. I’ve always enjoyed a blood bath. When I kill, I rarely do it neatly. Which is why I feed my victims to the bears and coyotes after I finish with them. No body, no DNA. And no body, no crime. My grandpa told me that. He said I should never bury a body because eventually that body will make an appearance, and my DNA would be somewhere on the body. Wise words from a wise killer. Even though I know I am not in the system, I never take unnecessary risks.

Last night, my victims helped kill each other. I drugged and kidnapped two blonde schoolgirls. Total twats. The kind of chicks that milk men of their money and never put out. These two girls looked like stereotypical mean girls. Although, I could have just sold them into slavery for a pretty penny, I felt like some torture sex.

They both woke up tied to sawhorses in my dungeon room. I wanted to pit them against each other. Play psychological games with them. So, I gave each girl a knife and told them the last one standing gets to live. They looked at each other like they could not do it. But I knew one of those sluts would make a move first and I could watch a bloody royale between teen twats.

It Excites Me to Watch What Folks Will Do to Each Other to Survive

And sure enough one made the first move. I relished the blood bath. They stabbed each other hesitantly at first with guilt in their eyes. But that fight for survival became stronger with each jab of the knife into the other’s flesh. They could have attempted to gang up on me with the knives they had. But they did not go that route. Not that it would have worked because I was prepared just in case. Instead, they stabbed each other’s tits and stomach. Sliced their arms and faces.

But in the end, they just stabbed each other in the gut so many times that their insides began to spill out all over my floor. Neither girl would leave my dungeon. Even if one girl won the battle, I did not plan to let either of them go. I just enjoy watching dumb cunts betray each other for survival.

Everyone has a killer phone sex side. It just takes the right situation to kick in. And when it does, I like to sit back and enjoy the blood bath.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies At The Strip Club

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Sometimes murder phone sex fantasies are closer to reality than people think. All someone needs is an idea that creates a spark in the mind and the gears start turning. The Sins R 4-Ever club is one of the most popular places in town especially for bachelor parties. I’ve loved every day of working there because guys view me as a stupid ,drugged out whore but they always get a final hoorah before getting married. Tonight, I will be part of the bachelor party for a high profile developer. It’s his third marriage, but who knows, maybe he’ll be lucky. He paid thousands for this night and I’m gonna give him his money’s worth in the VIP room. He had his fill of his group party in the main room and now, it’s up to me to give him a grand send off. He asks if we can get another bottle of champagne, while I’m giving him my best Shakira moves and losing my bra to show off my huge tits. His face gets buried between them immediately as our champagne arrives. I turn around and bend over, pulling my skinny thong to the side to show a peek of pussy. I can see how hard he’s getting as I turn around and he puts the glass to my lips. I take a sip of Dom and kiss him deeply, as he sucks it out of my mouth. “Chelsea, you know I wanna fuck you. My wedding is three weeks away. Let me bury my dick in you so deep, it feels like it’s coming out of your belly button!”. He laughed so hard as he snorted another line and I laughed too. “Oh honey”, I said, “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight. I can’t wait to get your thick cock and ride it”.

Brad was all high, worked up and ready and so was I. I sat in his lap, grinding my bare ass on his half open pants. He groaned a little and whipped his dick out. Then he told me he forgot condoms. I told him I had some. I reached into my little clutch bag and pulled out a Magnum. I carefully unwrapped it, put the tip in my mouth and leaned over to slide it onto his cock between my lips. He pumped his hips, as I slid it down onto his fat cock. I teased him a little, then rubbed the tip against my pussy. Facing him, I started to ride it slowly. He said it felt so fucking hot–my cunt was on fire! I giggled and told him that’s what he paid for. The more frenzied I became, bouncing on his fuck pipe, the more he groaned. I noticed he was sweating profusely. “Brad. Are you okay?”, I cooed. He nodded and said he felt so good that he was about to blow his fucking rich boy spunk for me. I started fucking his pole harder and he began to gasp for air. I felt his dick spasm a bit then he lost consciousness. I got up off of him and took the condom with me. I immediately went to the manager and told him that I thought we needed to call 911. I even cried a little, acting like a clueless slut. I was told to take the rest of the night off which I did. On the drive home, I knew they’d never know Brad was poisoned. The condom was an ingenious idea. To think, he really got fucked to death.

Snuff Porn Star for My Son Might Kill Me One Day

snuff pornOne of these days, my son will make me a snuff porn star. He gets so violent with me that I think one day I will just have one too many concussions or broken bones. He found out I went to someone else for my cocaine. And that made him livid. He wanted to punish me even more than he usually does. The first order of business, he wanted to make me look like more of a bimbo for his streaming audience. And that involved injections in my lips, so I looked like a blowfish. Hoop earrings and heavy makeup. Plus, skimpy clothing and high heels.

Mother, wife and whore. That’s what I am. And he wants to tattoo that on my lower back. When I am his whore for the camera, all I care about is the coke. And he always has a huge bowl of coke for me to bury my face in while he gives me more torture sex than any other women could handle. I am a tough old broad. I am his fucktard for life. And I never mind if I get the coke. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but coke heals it.

Coke Cures All My Battered and Broken Bones

After I looked like a good bimbo, I showed off my drooping meat curtains. I was itching to get to that coke bowel, and he knew it. So, he let me crawl to the bowl, while exposing my long cunt lips, my prolapsed asshole and skinny bird legs. My boy appeared itching to force fuck his mommy whore. I snorted 2 lines of coke off his cock. But then he wanted me to push out my prolapsed asshole even more. It goes out about 4 inches now. But my son puts a pump on it to make it even bigger. His viewers tipped a lot for that.

As I snorted coke, he lubed my shit pipe up with Icy Hot. But I barely felt a tinge because I was so high. He held my powdered face up for the camera and punched my teeth out. I forgot to take them out again. With every blow to my jaw and cheeks, the chimes of men tipping became deafening. He then pushed my face in the bowl of coke until I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Eventually, he let me up for air and put coke on my shit pipe. Punched my bad implants too. Again, his audience went crazy watching him abuse his mommy.

My Son’s Streaming Audience Loves to See Me Abused

He started to pile drive my prolapsed asshole. But he put a bag over my head while he made me his ass rape porn star yet again. My asshole that hangs on the outside became his cock sleeve. My make up ran down my face from the tears turning me into a raccoon. As he pounded my prolapse, he donkey punched me. Every inch of my body, he hit. But he did not harm my nose so I could continue to snort coke. The coke appeared just out of reach as I struggled to breath because of the plastic bag over my head.

He punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up, I gasped for air because I could breathe again. He let me snort some more coke before he shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth smothering me again. I began to choke. Dings of tips poured in. He eventually turned his attention to my cunt. Since he still had his cock and balls in my mouth, he put his fist up my cunt contorting my body. And enabling him to punch me with his other fist. My broken body hurt so much. But he let me do more coke to dull the pain.

I Know My Son Loves Me Even Though He Batters My Body

Eventually, he stopped gagging and fisting me. He slapped a dog collar around my neck and swung me around until I hit the walls and the floor. Just fuck meat, he told me. When he started punching me again, I heard ribs crack. And his audience loved that. I bobbed up and down from the coke bowl while he broke my ribs concaving my skinny body even more. Bu the coke dulled the pain thankfully.

He tied me to a bench so he could violently fuck my cunt, my prolapse and my pee hole. To him, I am a four-hole wonder. He might as well tattoo “My Son’s Whore,” on my body. No truer statement. When he finished fucking all my holes, he swung me around like a rag doll again. While I laid on the floor broken and dizzy, he kicked my fun bags. But he let me snort some coke before he bounced my head on the floor like it was a basketball.

While he did that, he fucked my pee hole again and pissed inside my bladder. Punched my face too. More chimes rolled in. I have four cunt holes for his amusement. He saved his cum for my mouth. Pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow it all. My body is so battered and bruised I had to take a couple days off from working. I know now never to get my coke elsewhere.

Sacrifice to the Dark Lord: Cora’s Submission

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Here I am collared and cuffed, a possession of my dark lord. I’m his willing ragdoll, a mere plaything for his sinister desires.He’s the embodiment of male dominance, and I’m obsessed. My body belongs to him—a possession to be used and abused.His fist punches my vulnerable flesh, a brutally enticing sensation. The pain radiates, yet I crave more.

The other’s a fist too—double the pleasure, double the fun. My abused holes stretch wider, welcoming their invasion.He treats me like a whore, a punchbag for his aggression. And I love it—each strike sends shivers down my spine.Fuck me like the world’s ending, you sadistic motherfucker! My cunt is yours to ravage.

Relentless pounding ensues, a violent symphony. The bed creaks, my body bounces, and the pain is divine.Cum drenches my abused form, a sticky, well-deserved reward. But this dark lord isn’t done—the sacrifice must continue.He brandishes a knife, a sinister glint in his eye. A mutilation fetish? Oh, yes, slice me up, you madman!The ritual reaches new heights, blood mixing with cum—a pungent cocktail. I’m his human sacrifice, and he’s my divine master.

Cora’s submission is complete—a success! Congratulations, sir—your loyal slave awaits her next instruction.

You’re welcome, perverts—make sure to worship your own dark lords!

Torture Sex by a Group of Brutal Thugs Break Whore Layla

Victim Surrounded By Gangbangers With Hard Cocks

Torture sex isn’t new to me. I can take a fucking beating. But I was locked in a room naked with 5 big ass black men. I wasn’t going to go out like a pussy. I tried to swing and fight back. They overpowered me so fast. One of them could have pinned me to the filthy mattress. Hands grabbed and scratched me. Someone hit me hard across the face. I could taste blood. And then there was a dick in my mouth. One of them pushed a gun to my head and dared me to bite.

His cock was fucking disgusting. He tasted like he hadn’t bathed in days. There was no fucking mercy. He was straddling my neck and pulling my hair so he could fuck my face. I thought I was going to puke on his dick. But he pulled out that sloppy cock and one of his friends grabbed my face instead. There were hands all over me. I felt someone trying to pry my legs open and grabbing my pussy. I kicked and fought and earned hard smacks on my thighs and ass.

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They Wanted to Ruin All Three of My Holes

They pulled my legs apart and held them that way. I couldn’t see the sick fuck who pulled out his dick and crammed it in my cunt. I was too busy getting my tonsils bruised and trying to breathe. But I could still feel the pain. He was so rough with my pussy. Like I’m the one who owed him money and not my ex-husband. My pussy felt like it was on fire. His cock felt 12 inches long and as thick as a bat when he was forcing it in my cunt.

I wouldn’t stop kicking and fighting. One of them flipped me on my stomach and sat on my back. They slapped my ass and then took turns pushing their filthy cocks in my dry ass hole. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. But I blacked out suffocating on a cock. I woke up on the mattress covered in cum.

Roleplay Phone Sex Killing Spree

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Roleplay phone sex is so exciting because you can be anyone you want to be. I’d love to be part of a menacing duo with you, you know some Bonnie and Clyde shit. Going around robbing banks and rich people. We can take whatever the fuck we want! I’m your deadly sidekick whore! It get’s me so turned on when I pick a mark and reel them in. My panties get so wet knowing that some stupid husband who wants to fuck me is gonna meet his bloody end all because he thought I was gonna give him some of my pussy. Playing a part in our diabolical, sexy scene lets us break any and all the rules and that’s where you come in, with your knife to his throat and gun on your hip. You’re ready to slit his throat and drain every drop of blood from his body, even though his dick is still hard. It doesn’t matter how much he begs. He should have thought about his stupid cunt wife and brats before ever thinking he could fuck me. It turns us both on so goddamn much to see him bleed out right there trying to speak, that you need to shove your cock in my sticky slit and let the murderous cum flow into me from your dick. Pound my sick slit hard while this motherfucker takes his last breath! We’re all wrapped up in a killer psycho rampage and gut anyone who stands in our way. Let’s fuck up some more assholes and their families who have something for us to take. See, the parts we play in this sex-fueled murder shit is hot as hell! We can be anyone and do anything.