Category: Pain Slut Phone Sex

Interracial Tranny Phone Sex with May

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Why is it that a guy is surprised to see how hot I am and then I tell him I got a cock and balls.

 All of the sudden he becomes shy?

Just cause I tell you I got a fuck stick does not mean I want you to back down.

It means I want you to use it!

Think about it, obviously if I am flirting with you, I want you to fuck me.

I am not shy and I do not mind taking control over the situation but some dude are just straight up little bitches!

I want a man not a fucking boy.

I want someone to make me scream and cum multiple times while holding my balls too.

If you are gonna get all fucking shy on me how the hell am I gonna trust you can handle my love stick, huh?

Seriously, a note for all men, bring it on or move the fuck on. I am hung like donkey kong and I know you want my big dong…. feel me.

Literally bitches!

Snuff Phone Sex It’s not my fault…

Snuff Phone SexI don’t know why this happened to me. I was such a good girl and I guess I just fell in with the wrong man. Before I knew it we were traveling across the states and murdering these poor girls for his pleasure and… Well, after we were arrested we were both sentenced to death. I mean, I never wanted to do it but I understand that I deserve the punishment. So, with our expedited systems I waited in my cell for that faithful day to come knowing that it would not only be a surprise but it would come quickly. It didn’t make listening to those heavy boots of the guards as they walked down the halls every day, didn’t take away the sweats and shivers of nerves as they stopped in front of my cell finally. “It’s time.” I felt my breath catch, and stood up to look at them. I wanted to cry but I refused to go to my death without dignity. They looked at me as if I wasn’t even human as they commanded me. “Strip.” and I did, I unzipped the orange jumpsuit and stepped out of the material so I was nude before them. They took me out and put my wrists and ankles into manacles and took me to the place of execution. It was an arena style forum, a crowd of people surrounding me in a circle. Looking at me with sad, excited, lustful, angry eyes. I felt myself flush, I wanted to look away from all those people judging me but a man I hadn’t noticed had come up. Grabbed my hair and forced me to meet their eyes. Dragged me by the hair to an apparatus he had set up and tied my hair to it, unmanacled my wrists and ankles only to strap them to the device keeping me standing, staring, and my body open. He walked away, his steps moving behind me before I felt a sharp crack against my back. I think it was a flogger but not having seen it, it was hard to tell. He hit me again, and again, making me cry out in pain each time. My pussy betraying me as the pain slut I am and getting more and more wet with each lash across my ass and back. He came around to the front, hitting me with the flogger over my tits and stomach. Making them a rosy red and making me jerk and whimper. He make me look him in the eye “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I felt my face flush as I nodded, he grinned in a sadistic way letting me know he was too even as he shoved that flogger handle up my wet pussy. “Keep it there.” he commanded and I clinched those kegel muscles, already feeling the heavy leather slipping. He walked around with a cane, tapping it against those warmed up muscles making me gasp and almost lose the flogger. He saved that first hard whip for across my nipples making me scream and flinch. The bright red welt forming almost instantly as they burned, the flogger was slipping and I whimpered as I tried to keep it inside of me. He did the next on against my ass, 3 quick whips making my back arch to move my ass away and finishing the flogger. I felt it slide from my pussy to the floor and he tutted me. “Bad slut!” with another whip to my ass, I could feel a tickle along the sensitive skin and knew that last one had drawn blood. He let my hair loose and began to undo my wrists and ankles. “Do you have any last words slut?” I gulped, sniffing, feeling my hands shaking as I fought back tears. “O… Only that they can forgive me.” he looked at me disgusted for that and shoved, almost throwing me, onto the table to which I could only assume was my execution. I found myself laying on my back, a thin wire collar around my neck connecting my head to the table. Then ones to my wrists and ankles again, he hummed as he worked, positioning a Hitachi against my pussy. “This will tighten your collar as you orgasm and move, it can’t be loosened and eventually you’ll strangle yourself to death.” I looked at him with surprised eyes and he just grinned at me as he turned the hitachi on high and watched as I was overcome by the pleasure.

Snuff Phone Sex with The Sitter!

Snuff Phone Sex

He wanted to play a game with me and I was tired of dealing with this little fucking brat. So I decided to take things into my own hands. I figured if this little shit wanted to play a game we were gonna have my kind of fun! I tied him down on the Kitchen island. He thought it was fun at first. He giggled as I took the very sharp kitchen scissors and started cutting his clothes off. He smiled as I started cutting his panties off. When I pulled them off I could not help but laugh at his tiny at his tiny cock. I went into the kitchen and turned the gas burner on. I placed each of their knives they had on the gas stove to let them get red hot. I went back to my patient who at this point was screaming to let him go. I grabbed his tiny hard cock and started rubbing it. His body started to relax and he tried to fight the pleasure that was being forced onto him. I made him cum and separated his balls with clamps as he seized in pleasure. I started to rub his cock again. Harder this time. Forcing him to get hard for me. He was begging me not to touch his cock. Begging and pleading. I smiled and put a clamp on the tip of his cock when he was rock solid. I went back to my knifes and started slicing through his tiny balls. He started to scream when he saw the smoke coming up from his legs. When he smelled his burning flesh, he started to feel it. The knife wasn’t as hot anymore and I was basically sawing through his ball sac. Every time he would pass out from the pain I would stop, put my knife back on the stove and begin to stroke his cock until he was rock hard. He was going to be awake during every last part of this. I didn’t want him to miss me playing with him.

BDSM Phone Sex Exploration

bdsm phone sexAre you a BDSM phone sex guy? I am not a submissive woman, but I recently had an experience that left me curious about the BDSM lifestyle. I met a guy on Tinder. I thought he would be a normal guy. Just a fuck buddy. I am a married woman; I just want no strings attached hook ups. I just wanted a nice cock and a hard fuck. When he arrived, he charged me. No hello. No conversation or anything. He pinned me against the wall like a bug. His hand was around my throat. He pulled up my skirt to expose my pussy. He had one of those industrial sized vibrators used for pussy torture. I was convulsing from over stimulation. I was squirting all over the place. It hurt. I was cumming but it was a painful orgasm. Maybe it was a ruined orgasm? Anyway, he would not release it from my clit. He managed to tie me up to a chair without removing the vibrator. He blindfolded me. I came close to passing out several times. I was drenched in sweat and my own juice. He taped it to my pussy while he skull fucked me. I gagged, even puked on his cock. I can handle a lot of dick too. It was humiliating to clean his cock after I puked, but at the same time rather erotic to be so helpless. He fucked my ass too. Made me his ass to mouth bitch. He pissed down my throat as I was sucking his dick clean of my shit. I drank it like it was champagne. After a few hours, he released me. I was a hot mess. I didn’t know how to feel. I felt violated on one side. But, another side of me, one I didn’t know existed, was so turned on being his whore.  I think I need to explore this lifestyle more. Want to help me?

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Monetta is a hot Accomplice Phone Sex slut!

Accomplice Phone Sex

Monetta is one of a kind. Look at her! She is so fucking sexy. Those titties are so fucking perfect. You know her tiny pink pussy has be used and tortured! She just looks like she needs to be tortured! Those little nipples needs to be bitten. She needs a pump on that pussy and a giant plug in her tight little girl asshole! Just look at her! Doesn’t she give off this “Fuck the life out of me.” Vibe? She looks like she could handle anything you do to her. I wonder what would push this dirty slut to say her safe word.. Or do you think she even has a safe word? I bet you this fucking slut would fight you every step of the way as you force your cock into her tight dry asshole but she would be begging for more! Her pussy is always wet and ready to be fucked! She is so fucking sexy!

Please pound my Ass

hot ass sexRenting a hotel for the weekend to  get away from our annoying family so we can get some much needed closeness while he wants to do mutual masturbation before sex I just want his thick cock pounding into my fat ass. I’ve been craving him like I was craving my Nana’s stuffing for thanksgiving. He’s really playing games with me if he thinks I won’t snatch his cock from his hand and ride his cock with my ass until I catch my nut. I want him to fill my ass hole up with his cum and watch it drip out slowly maybe have him suck the cum from my ass too. But as I rub my clit I scoot closer to him about to give into my impulses and force him to bend to my will.

Pain Slut Phone Sex meets Piano Wire

Pain Slut Phone SexRoofies are a hell of a drug. Especially when you wake up with your hands cuffed behind your back and sharp pains running across your stomach, ribs, thighs, and breasts. It felt as if I was being held up by knifes but as open my eyes. Try to force them to focus beyond the drug haze that had covered them. It took awhile to realize I was staring at a floor. It was concreted made brown with dirty and there were scuff marks from boots all around me. I tried to look down to see the bed I was on, but there was nothing under me. I didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense, I could feel the pressure underneath me as if I was laying on a bed of nails. I tried to look up behind me and cried out as I felt that sharp pain digging into me intensify so badly that my vision turned white until I forced myself to relax again. The pain didn’t go away but it wasn’t as if I was being sliced by hundreds of razors at once. I found myself panting as I recollected my brain working hard not to shift and get more comfortable as anytime a muscle flexed or moved it’d cause that sharp awful pain. I try to recollect what I saw before my vision turned and I remember a spiderweb. Nothing but thin silver lines moving from around me and into the ceiling but that didn’t make sense either and I just can’t understand. Then I heard the crunch of dirt being ground into concrete. The heavy footsteps of someone in boots walked towards me. I waited to see the person who had captured me but they never appeared in front of me and then I felt something soft, gentle, and evil across the sole of my foot. I gasped, laughing, as I instinctively tried to pull my foot away from whatever the soft item was. The pain was so intense that shot through me, my vision went white as I felt razor blades all over my body. A hard hand gripping my ankle and holding my foot still as the soft item went away to fingers. The hard fingers digging into the sensitive curve of my foot forcing me to laugh and scream as I jerk, pull away, and squirm against my bindings. I can feel them digging harder and harder into me. I feel what is almost a pop in some areas as the pain goes to an entirely new level. My frayed nerves extra sensitive from the abuse allowing me to feel the dripping blood from those popped sections. The sound of the blood dripping onto the floor was so loud to my ears. Even over my sobbing laughter. He wouldn’t let up though, his fingers just switching from one foot to the other, driving me mad. I couldn’t even beg for him to stop all my air went into crying, laughing, and sobbing. I felt like I was going to pass out and didn’t even realize how sick this was all making me until I felt the burn of stomach acid in my throat and seeing the mess I made on the floor. He stopped, still never saying a word to me as he walked around me. Stopping in front of me he pulled my hair pulling my head up. My face was red, my eyes full of tears and flowing, and even snot uncontrolled down my face. I flinched as he spoke. His voice hard and deep like gravel and wolf growls. “You made a mess slut.” He pulled me forward by my head, rocking me on whatever torture device he had put me on making me whimper and scream again. He pulled my face into his hard jeans. I could feel his hard cock as he ground the rough cloth against my face scratching it with his zipper and the metal button as he promised to me. “I’m going to have fun with you whore. Especially making you clean this up. Now open your mouth and beg me for my cock.”

Island Love II Hot Ass Sex

hot ass sexI met my Jamaican heart throb at the local bar he was definitely into me just as badly as I was into him he told me he wanted to pound my pussy and wanted to lick my ass hole he’s into hot ass sex that’s his thing he loves girls asses. So when we my friends and I were sneaking back onto the resort we had a little trouble getting this tall sexy piece of chocolate Nubian king onto the grounds thankfully none of the “guards” were really paying attention.

Nothing was gonna stop me from having so great hot ass sex with this man he promised to give me orgasm after orgasm. Call it a cliche but I hid him in the closet during room check while our teachers passed around to make sure we were in the room making curfew. Smiling in excitement with the promises of the night. Licking my lips I stepped out of my clothes excited laying the bed stretching out I called out his name so he could come out from hiding.

He had already dropped his clothes his cock was rock solid he had to be at least eleven inches twelve max I knew anal with him will be quite painful but I promised hot ass sex and my mom didn’t raise a bitch so I sucked it up getting onto my knees he moved the front of me gripping my hair pulling my head back shaking his head “No ma you gotta suck this dick first get all nice and wet before I fuck this beautiful pussy of yours Ma” 

Moaning I used both of my hands to grip his cock in my hands slurping on the tip of his thick black cock his pre-cum all sweet almost fruity my moans sending little tingles of vibrations through his cock which made him cock his head back thrusting his cock down my throat gagging me with his large serpent. My pussy throbbed in arousal my juices sliding down my legs I was so fucking excited and it was only from sucking on his big dick. He pulled out looking at me telling me to turn around I felt his tongue touch my clit and i nearly exploded in pleasure.

He sucked and twirled his tongue across my hot spot his fingers sliding in and out of me like it was a thick cock. God it felt amazing as I was nearing my orgasm he stopped I growled my protest but it was short lived as he placed that thick mushroom head at the entrance of my pussy slamming into me it was such a tight fit I cried out in a mix of agony and pleasure I could not take all of him .

As i tried to pull away he grabbed my hips and forced me to take more of him and I came! I came so fucking hard and I felt his cock explode with his load in me. I knew what was coming next it’s what he swore he would do and I boasted I could handle his big cock but god was I wrong when he pulled his still hard cum covered dick from my pussy he pushed his way into my ass and I cried from the pain he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a print!

There was no backing out now since he was already inside of me his hand wrapping around my throat choking me as he pumped my little asshole! I love my Island Love adventure.. I got no studying done on this trip but I now know I can take twelve inches up my ass!

Slavery Phone Sex poking the Ghosts

Slavery Phone SexMaster has learned about ghost hunting. He wants to so bad to see something to experience something outside his control since everyone and everything in his life falls to his domination. The ghost haunting he is talking about though is different than cassette tapes and thermal cameras. He wants to feel them himself and so he’s going to piss them off enough to retaliate against him or her. I don’t know why he’s working so hard to walk into danger but… This scares me so badly and I know I can’t say no. So we went to Georgia to this house that was known as a plantation house. One that was horrible to slaves, many died after they were tortured to death and had been converted into a museum by one of the surviving ancestors of one of the slaves… I don’t think he’d be happy if he knew what Master wanted to do after the tour and the stories of the atrocities that occurred but Master paid a lot of money for us to spend the night alone inside this home and as the owner left and we were truly alone. He grabbed his toy bag and we went to the basement. An area that was once used as a dungeon as it still had rusty metal shackles on the wall. He took his skein of rope and tied me to these shackles and I felt a shiver run through me. Almost as if fingers running over my hair and as if trying to comfort me an old song getting stuck in my head that I didn’t realize was there until I heard Master ask me “What the fuck are you humming?” and I looked over my shoulder at him surprised. “I don’t know Sir…” he grinned. Realizing that maybe the spirits he so badly wanted to feel were already toying with me, I imagine he thought they were scratching and hurting me rather than the gentle caresses and touches that shivered through my body. He pulled out a flogger with thick leather falls. One to warm me up rather than hurt me but I didn’t know of the modifications he made. The small metal claws he added to the end of each fall and he hit me hard. Not warming me up and making me scream as I felt those metal claws slash across my back. I could feel the air go from warm and comforting to tense and felt a soft brush of air across my cheek as if trying to wipe away tears. Then another hit from Master. I screamed, gripping the ropes hard as I let my weight be supported by the old shackles. I started to sing to myself “Hush little baby…” whack! Another hard hit and scream as he laughed behind me. The words kept coming as if against my will. “Don’t say a word…” I sang softly under my breath as I heard the scrape of something hard against the brick floor. He screamed, “Come at me you fuckers. Or I’ll be her back raw!” I could already feel the blood running down my back. I saw from the corner of my eye his arm reach up ready to hit me again. Then there was a thump before he could hit me again. He screamed this time and I turned to watch him as he scrabbled to grip the bricks. Hold himself in the room near me, even gripping for my ankles for me to help him as unseen hands dragged him from me towards a cell that was only 10-15 feet away from me. He couldn’t reach me and I couldn’t help him and as they dragged him into the room the door slam closed behind him. I watched that door, waiting for him to come out as the room turned cold around me. “Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…”

Humiliation Phone Sex the Execution

Humiliation Phone SexI’ve been a bad girl. I’ve been running a ring of spies almost as a pimp. Would find our target and seduce them and get their secrets which we would then sell. Of course we were arrested and while my girls were given life me as the leader was given death by public execution.I was left in the dark on the day but as I heard the sex of multiple heavy boots against the concrete floors I knew today was the day.

“It’s time to go.” the deep masculine voice of a guard I’ve never seen before stopped in front of my cell. I felt my heart start to race and stood up looking at the man. “Today? Already?” I asked, trying not to let my voice quiver and he acknowledged me. “Today. Strip and turn around and back towards the cell.” I took off my jumpsuit and back towards the bars. He reached through put cuffs around wrists and then did the same to my ankles connecting them with a 2 foot long chain before he unlocked the door and let me out. He stopped me outside the door and connected a chain dog leash moving it between my legs forcing me to walk down this long hallway. The chain digging and grinding into my pussy making it rather hard to keep up with my captors. As we get to the end of the hallway I see a cross on the bed of a truck. I’m not sure exactly what it was for but he led me onto the bed of this truck and told me “Don’t fucking try anything.” before he turned me around undoing the cuffs on the wrist and the ankles and connecting them to the cross and got into the truck. Leaving me exposed to everyone who cared to look and began to drive. Leaving me cold and shivering as the air whipped around me as he took me the site of my execution…

To be continued…