Category Archive: BDSM Phone Sex

Tied For Tit Torture

Hardcore Phone SexSadistic fucks like you love to torture masochistic whores like me. That is why you have me strung up and suspended from the ceiling like a piece of meat. I’m bound and helpless against your forcibly invasive hands. You poke and prod and explore why slutty teen body. I couldn’t scream if I wanted to; the ball gag is secured so well. Before I know it, you’re using me as a human ashtray, putting your cigarettes out into my skin. I’m thrashing and fighting you. Fuck it hurts so badly! But my cunt is dripping, and you know my body is begging for more. You put tight nipple clamps on me, and whip me until my nipples are dripping blood all over the floor. That only turns you on more. I see you pull out your cock, and slam it right into my sopping cunny. I moan, and then shriek in the worst pain I’ve ever had as you press a red hot brand to my left tit, and then my right. The right one said “pain” and the left now says “slut”. “Because that’s what you are. And now you’re mine until I snuff you out.” You whisper into my ear, pumping my pussy full of your steamy cum. I hang from the ceiling, begging for you to do your worst.

Quadro Fucked On Campus

BDSM Phone SexMy fuck holes were aching, and begging for more. My initiation into this sorority was more intense than most of the things I’ve done. Bound and bent, I was attached to what the girls called the “QFM”, or Quadro fuck machine, and it was doing just that.
I was weeping with humiliation as the big bitch on campus drove us around, my holes being mercilessly pounded again and again. Every time I was close to cumming on these mechanical cocks, they’d slow to a torture worse than a whipping.
Other students, even other staff, filmed me as we rolled around. I was screaming for mercy through my ball gag while they laughed and took photos. I couldn’t take it, no sorority was worth this. But this was a ride there was no getting off of. I was stuck until these bitches were done destroying my cunt and my ass.
I was screaming as we hit hour seven of this. The girls, these demonic bitches, just laughed. They untied me finally, and I pissed all over myself. They kicked me, like the dog I was. For the next four years, it was very clear; I belonged to them.

Gangbanged And Drugged At The Bar

Rape Phone Sex FantasiesI had so many cocks invading my fuck holes. Last night, I got drugged and fucking used like the worthless whore I am. I started sipping some green apple whiskey at the bar around nine, dressing in eight inch pumps and the sluttiest little skirt I owned. Someone had dropped something in my drink; my head was spinning.
I was grabbed and bent over the bar before I hit the ground. My pussy was soaked, and all my holes were getting stuffed with cock. I was helpless, limp as a rag-doll, with a soaking wet cunt. They used me, until last call. I just kept taking cock after cock, load after load. I was dying for release, unable to cum from the pill but so horny it hurt worse than a whipping. The bar top was coated in cum and grool.
When I finally came to, I had a screaming headache. All I could smell was the cum they’d dumped in me. I smirked to myself, staring down at the bag of roofalin in my purse. I’d be dropping another whoring pill in my drink tonight.

Your Snuff Phone Sex Addiction Has Begun

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He never knew he had a snuff phone sex addiction until he met this sexy whore. I enjoyed telling him about the slicing  and dicing we do to little bitches who dare cross my path. His daughter had a big mouth and we discussed ways we could murder her. But not before daddy had a chance at that young hole. Bent over the washer with his cock deep inside her pretty pink twat. She began to scream, but my hands around her throat muffled the sounds. His wife would be knocked out with the GHB I gave him. After he tore his daughter up, I would lead him upstairs and he would carry his daughters body to lay beside his wife. I would undress and he would fuck me right over them. I would slap the Mrs. Until she woke up to see her dead daughter and me getting fucked by her husband’s big dick. That’s when I would cum, and my pussy would squirt all over his wife, right before I murdered her. That’s when the blade would pierce her heart. I feel his cum explode at the same moment and And The fucking would really begin. As a payment to the Latin Kings, those dead bodies would be fucked until they were stiff. And in our pocket would be this mother fucker. Cum play with your new obsession, Alanza!

Your Personal Fuck Slave

Slavery Phone SexMaster brought me here, as a present, to You. I’m Your new fuck toy. Does that please You? I know I sure am going to. Every day will start the same for us; I’ll wake You up by sucking Your cock. Bobbing my head up and down, licking and flicking my tongue over Your cock head, until You leave me with a mouthful of hot, gooey cum. You’ll find Your slippers ready, as well as Your robe. The shower is already running for You.
I’ll climb right in with You, to scrub and soap Your body, and then to hold still while You use me for Your own pleasure, like a slutty pocket pussy. After washing Your body, I towel-dry You, shave You, and serve You coffee and breakfast.
When You get home from work, I’ll be kneeling at the door, naked and soaking wet, to suck Your cock. You’ll skull fuck me, until Your day’s stress drains right down my cum-guzzling throat. After I serve You dinner, make You a drink, and rub Your feet, You allow me the pleasure of bouncing on Your cock while You watch the news.
I’ll wind and grind my tight, hot cunt all over Your cock, until You cum deep inside of me. Of course, I have to clean myself off of You, which means You get to shoot more cum, this time all over my pretty tits. How may I service You?

Master Destroys My Ass

Hardcore Ass FuckingMy asshole was so stretched out by his huge cock, I swore I’d never be able to use the bathroom correctly again. I let out a long, low moan as I came for the fifth time. I love anal, and he knew just how to use me. I was begging for more and more, even as I felt him tear my little ass.
My cunt was soaked. He pulled out of my ass, and slid himself directly into my wet little fuckhole. “You’re my bitch.” He grunted as he shoved himself into my less abused hole. “Yes, Master.” I moaned. “I can’t hear you, cunt.” He started to slam into me, fucking me so hard I was sure I was about to pass out.
“YES MASTER!” I was screaming. He was hoping the neighbors would call the police again. He got rock hard as I tried to explain my bruises and gashes. He slapped me hard across the face, and then even harder on each of my tits. I was crying, but my cunt was in control; she was soaked, and she wanted more.
He grabbed me by my face and yanked me so I was sitting up. Pulling out of my pussy, he stood suddenly and shoved his fucking cock right down my submissive little throat. He shot out long, hot ropes of cum, and I swallowed every single drop. He always came in my mouth, so I could taste how good it made him feel using his slave’s body.

Submissive Phone Sex GFE

submissive phone sexIt is no secret I like submissive phone sex. I am a switch. Part slave, part gfe goddess. I met a new man recently at the club. We are open again, but we must wear masks and cannot be at full capacity. Oddly enough, his last name is Gray. No, he is not a Christian, lol. Peter Gray. He is an adult film producer. Not his birth name, but it is the name he goes by in his industry. He has family in my town and since the virus hit, he has been checking in on his parents. He rented a nice Air B and B house with an in-ground pool and a sex room. How do I know? Because I spent the weekend with him. He made me an offer I could not refuse. A few grand to make a private video for him. He likes blonde bimbo types. He is about 20 years older than me, but still handsome in a Sam Elliot sort of way. He did not tell me about the sex room, but when I saw it my pussy got wet. It was like something straight out of 50 Shades of Gray. My Mr. Gray has cock issues. Comes with age, but he discovered he can get hard tying a woman up and spanking her. Fifty Shades kind of BDSM phone sex is mild compared to some things I have done in the past. I let him tie me up. I let him spank me. I let him bind my tits. It all got his cock rock hard, which is apparently hard to do. He snapped pictures and even took a video for his spank bank. Happy to help an old man get wood again. I was also happy to fuck a porn producer and make some money too. Since the club was closed for months, my bank account took a hit. Things are looking up again though.

Department Store Dildo Whore

Guided MasturbationI hit a pothole, and nearly screamed. My pussy clenched around the seven inch dildo I’d plunged into my pussy while getting dressed. Every step, every single bump, was the sweetest torment. I rolled my car up to the department store, and parked at a distance from the storefront and the other cars. I put the car in park, and started to rock my hips against the dildo.
The pleasure that shot from my cunt to my clit was earth shattering. I started to really ride that thing. It pressed against my panties and the seat perfectly. I felt my breath coming quicker, my pulse racing, as my body was reaching it’s cumming point. That’s all I needed now. I was so in tune with fucking myself, I didn’t see the man approach.
“Are you okay, miss? You look like you’re having a seizure.” My heart leapt into my throat as I halted my strokes just mere millimeters away from a mind blowing orgasm. My face flushed; I’d been caught being a filthy whore in my car.
“I was… dancing.” I offered with a shy smile, my pussy trying to milk the dildo, begging for release.
“Oh.” He smiled knowingly, and offered a wink, before strolling away to enter the store. I saw how hard his cock was through his sweatpants. He knew! But I couldn’t continue now, I had to go shopping. I was caught with a hand in the cookie jar. I exited the car, whining at the pure torture this dildo was giving me. I walked towards the store, and stopped. It would be too much, the way my hips rocked the cock inside me. I was sure to make a mess of myself. Already, I could see a small wet spot on my pants. Not good!
There was a breath on my ear. The sexy bloke who’d caught me riding a rubber cock in my car was there, hand on my throat. “Don’t cum in the store, Kitten.” I whined again. I was never going to make it.

Fucked Under The Fireworks

Pain Slut Phone SexThe hot ashes rained down on our sweating bodies as the fireworks shattered the skies above.I was bouncing on Master’s cock to the tempo of the pyrotechnics. Beyond the burn of the falling embers on my skin, I felt the heat of a thousand gazes. My pussy was sloppy wet, sliding up and down his cock. I arched my back, and looked over my shoulder to see the masses stuffing the riverfront for the Fourth Of July.
Master reached his bull-thick hand up, wrapping his fingers around my delicate throat. He squeezed, until I wasn’t sure if I was seeing fireworks or stars. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t fight it. This was exactly the rough fucking I loved. Everything went quiet; everything went black.
When I regained consciousness, the deafening cannons of the fireworks were going into the grand finale. Evidently, so were we. Three men, one Master, surrounded me. They lit the sparklers, and held them close to my soft skin. My nipples caught the sparks, my sweet pussy singed. I moaned, but no one could hear me.
They grabbed me, and laid me to straddle a man. He slid, lubeless, into my tight asshole. Master shoved his cock right into my pain slave mouth, and the third man popped himself deep into my cunt. Rhythmless, reckless with abandon, they gangbanged me in front of the crowd. These people were getting a show, all right. Instead of fireworks exploding, three men came in my slutty whore holes almost simultaneously.
I laid back, well spent, as Master stroked my face. A standing ovation came harder than I had, and I knew every single one of those sick fucks was clapping for me.

Punishment Through Pleasure

Fetish Phone SexI was in the stocks, at the local BDSM Club. Master had brought me to be used by his companions. I was kneeling, with my hands outstretched in front of me; trapped in chains. My legs in stocks, with a spreader bar, and I was locked in. Blindfolded.
They came and they went, the wandering hands and the dripping cocks. They poked and prodded and probed, and filled my holes again and again and again.
I was being edged, as a community game. I needed to cum so badly. I didn’t know how long I had been here, but it didn’t matter. Minutes would have felt like hours anyway.
My cunt was slick, hot and dripping. I knew for sure that if the next cock that fucked me wasn’t careful, I would cum all over. I didn’t want that. My punishment would be far worse than this.
Sure enough, he came. He slid himself right into me, twisting the piercing on my clit, and giving me a hard slap on the ass. That’s all it took to throw me over the edge. I was milking his cock before either of us knew it was happening.
That’s when Master’s true fun began. They unchained me, and sat me down on the sybian. Master said if I wanted to cum so bad, I can spend several hours at it.
I’ve only come twice, but I am an absolute hell. It will not stop, and I know I will have hours of this torture by Pleasure. No matter where I squirm to, I cannot get away. The way that I fit oh, the way that I melt it, like clit is constantly in contact with the buzzing of the machine.
I’m screaming, but nobody is coming to help me. They sit around, drinking their martinis and laughing. What a poor little slave I am.

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