Category: Snuff Phone Sex

Interviewing to be a Nanny

I just got off the phone with a Daddy who was looking for a Nanny. He has 2 little girls and one on the way! Omg I am so excited! He told me what they were looking for in a Nanny and what they want makes my pussy throb! I hope he picks me! I’m the sitter who changes your little brat from the rest of their life after one night with me. I can take the worst little brat and turn her into a submissive cum eating slut. He told me he wasn’t sure such a young girl like myself could handle his spoiled brats. Their mommy has spoiled them rotten, he says that she has ruined them. They don’t act like proper youngins. I told him exactly what I was going to do. Getting caught last week has given me some balls! I want to be in charge and I am going to make that happen! First I would take that sweetest most innocent little one that is so fresh to this world and I would hurt her every time her sissy’s defied me. They don’t want their new little sissy to be hurt, they will be eating out of the palm of my hand by the end of the first night.! His wife needed a babysitter too. She is a spoiled fat pregnant bitch right now and she is going to be punished too. Her pussy is going to be so tender after pushing a little crying sack of piss and shit out of her twat. She is going to be ripped open again! After my friends fuck their little ones then he would turn his giant black cock to her stitched up cunt, while I take care of Daddy as he watches his wife being punished! I think I got the Job! He loved what I was going to do to them. I hope to hear from him soon!

Teen Phone Sex

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.”

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…”

Debbie’s Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Part I

adult phone chat

I have a fantasy where I am sent on assignment to a prison to sit with a select group of its inhabitants for a group therapy session. I am nervous about visiting the prison, however, want this  on my resume so I suit up. I wear a long black pencil skirt, thigh highs and heels. Heels always make me feel sexy and strong and visiting a prison is so intimidating, I figure it’ll help me to be brave in this situation. My blouse is plain, and I’m wearing glasses and my hair in a bun. Thinking I look sophisticated and not slutty, I leave for the prison excited and nervous.

When I get there, I am escorted by guards to a dark room which has chairs situated in a circle, obviously for a group discussion. I decide to stand until the group arrives, and I pace while I wait. After a few minutes, the door opens and in walks ten of the most handsome, strapping men my eyes have ever seen. One of the prisoners hands the guard something and then the guard disappears. That’s not supposed to happen, I am not supposed to be left alone with them, I thought.

My fear intensifying, my heartbeat quickens as I am encircled by the men. They are practically drooling, eye fucking me and smiling slyly. Finally, one of them speaks and he tells me to undress. When I hesitate, he grabs me by the hair and rips my blouse off in one motion. This incites the other men, and they all begin groping at me, pulling off my clothes and forcing me to the ground. I was being forcefully fucked in all three holes, and was taking a beating too. Funny, though I was horrified and scared, my pussy was so fucking wet and the orgasms kept washing over me, rocking my body.

 

Greedy teen slut

Rough Sex Phone Sex

Babysitting doesn’t pay much but I don’t want to sweat, unless I am fucking! Plus I am starting to hate these little fuckers I watch. Ugh they never fucking shut up but I want money. I got an idea after fucking my english teacher for an A. I thought I could bring dudes to the houses where I am and they can come fuck me there! I’d get paid for doing two things at once! I didn’t even realize the potential money I could be bringing in until little Farah walked in on my sucking a fat cock while riding another one in the livingroom. She screamed and ran. I was freaked out but those guys wanted her too. They said she was my mini me! Long red hair, sapphire blue eyes.

Snuff Phone Sex

They just knew that her tight little bald cunny would make them cum so fucking hard. I giggled and said “For a grand you guys can fuck all of her holes and cover me in your cum.” Next thing I know they handed me one thousand dollars and I was rubbing my raid haired pussy while they forced their cocks in her tiny bald holes! It was so fucking hot watching them spread her bald little cunny lips open and spit on her hole. The way she screamed as they shoved their big grown man cocks made my skin crawl! I was so hot, I wanted more. I joined in my licking their assholes as they fucked her tight holes. 

Ripping my pussy

Submissive Phone Sex

Life is pointless in many ways. When I got with my master, I found my place in the world. No, its not a good place but I accept what I am. A worthless cum guzzling slut. I keep my head down as I hear master clear his throat. He has me strapped to a metal table. Kind of one of those you see in horror movies. Only difference is that he has my legs spread wide open with one of those pussy spreader devices. I can feel the cold breeze from the small window tickle my clit. Master sets down his tray of various torture devices. He first picks up the nipple clamps and pulls my titties until I whimper slightly. Then, clamps it down on my hard tip and then the other. It hurts enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to actually cry. Master goes down to my spread open pussy and gets something big. Its one of those massive dildos the ones you see that make fist fucking look easy to handle. OH GOD! He takes some lubrication and rubs it all over the cock. The more that I’m looking at it as its raised in the air I see it must be at least 24″ long and about as round as a 1 liter bottle of cola. Hes gonna rip my pussy apart. ==cries softly== Master smiles at me with those devil eyes. “Ready my sweet”, he laughs an evil laugh. He raises up the gigantic cock and pushes it into me just a little. I scream from the pain and its barely inside me. He pushes it farther inside and I feel as if my pussy is going to rip in half. Every time he pushed it in I screamed more, louder and louder each time! I could feel my muff ripping! He pushed and pushed until I could feel it inside of my stomach. It was like it was pushing everything inside me when will this stop! Master started moving it in and out. My overly stretched pussy was getting wet even tho I was crying loudly from the pain. He picked up speed and I didn’t know if I was actually screaming aloud. My throat was so dry and horse. He rammed it in and out over and over. Faster and Faster! Then he pulled it out of me. Mater smiled as he looked at my bleeding battered fuck hole. Then he rammed the huge dildo back inside of me and kept pushing it as hard as he could until I screamed one last time. Then let go of it and walked away.

Snuff Phone Sex the Execution

Snuff Phone Sex

I never thought it was illegal to be a taboo adult phone sex whore.

But here I was, the day of my execution. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or excited knowing that today was going to be my last day.

It definitely became fear as I heard the heavy clomp of boots moving closer to me. I looked up at the two guards who sneered at me before opening the door. “Ready bitch?” one guard asked. The other staying behind. I felt as though I was shaking “Is it really today?”

They both laughed at me, their laughter harder as I felt my face flush. “Strip bitch.” he commanded and I stood, unzipping the orange jumpsuit and shrugged out of it. My face hotter as I stood naked in front of the two guards.

“On all fours!” the guard commanded. I moved to all fours on the concrete floor in front of them. He reached down, grabbing my long hair he used it as a leash. “You’re crawling there bitch.”

He yanked on my hair, making me cry out in pain as he pulled me down the hall forcing me to try to keep up with him as he led me to what I was sure was the execution chamber.

It was a circular room with 12 people sitting behind a glass wall. I was forced to look at them all by the firm hand in my hair. I felt my blush spreading to my chest. I wanted to look away but he just wouldn’t let me and laughed at my embarrassment.

“Stand up bitch.” he commanded, pulling up hard on my hair to make me cry out as I struggled to my feet. He gave me another moment to meet the eyes of those people behind the wall as he explained “This slut is being executed today for her acts of treason. She is going to be tortured before being made to orgasm and electrocuted. Do you have anything to say slut?”

“Please forgive me for the crimes I’ve committed…” I commented, gasping as I found myself led by my hair to a spreader bar set up in the room. First he had me raise one arm and then the other. Cuffing and forcing them to stay spread before I positioned my legs my ankles cuffed also to keep my legs spread wide.

I wasn’t able to see what he grabbed next until I felt the heavy leather falls of a flogger cut across my back, the ends slapping to end it in a sharp pain that made me cry out. Again, and again, the flogger lashing across my back. Each hit making the burn spread further throughout my body.

He finally stopped and I felt like I could breathe again only to have him tell me “Open your mouth.” in his commanding tone. I did that and he shoved the handle of a snake whip he had far enough down my throat that I gagged on it.

“Keep it there slut. Don’t drop it.” he told me with a sadistic smile on his lips. He reached forward then. Taking my nipples between his fingers he squeezed, pulled, twisted. Making a sharp pain shoot through me and cry out from around the whip handle.

He pulled the handle from my mouth and smiled at me. “Good girl.” he teased, his hand resting against my cheek before he slapped me across my face. His hands grabbing my hair again as he forced me into a bending position. My arms muscles straining against the binds as he used his other hand to spread my pussy lips. “Just look how wet she is. What a slut. You like all these people watching you don’t you?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, crying out as he gave me a sharp slap to my wet pussy. Laughing at my predicament as he undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. “8 or 10?” he asked.

I was confused. “What?” I asked, screaming out and holding my side where a whip had cracked and broken the skin. “Don’t be stupid. 8 or 10 inches.” he repeated. Giving another crack against my thigh as I cried out “8!” he laughed again, this time the whip cracked against my ass. I could feel the lingering sharp stings against my skin and the slow tickle of blood as it dripped.

“Go to the chair.” he said, whipping me again as I looked at the intimidating chair with its ankle and wrist bindings, ones that went all the way up to prevent its victim from thrashing. There was a hole in the seat where I was sure the cock would go through and I felt another cutting blow as I stared to long as my mode of death.

I moved on shaky legs towards the chair. Feeling the bite of whip across my back, ass, arm, thigh, everywhere as he “encouraged” me along. Sitting on the cold metal with hot marks was a mix of comfort and stinging in an entire new way.

He wasted no time though, strapping my arms and legs to the chair. Pulling my hair behind me and trying it to an eyehook before using straps across my forehead and throat to prevent me from looking away or struggling.

He put 4 electrode pads on me. One to my inner thigh, another over my heart, one against the side of my throat, and one against my head. I felt nervous then, my breath speeding up as he went behind me. I could hear him messing with mechanical components before I felt the huge head of a fake cock pressing against my wet pussy.

I moaned, unable to help it. He turned it on low and it moved in and out of me slowly. It was so big and went so deep, I couldn’t help but feel that building of pressure. The toy increased in intensity and began to fuck me harder and faster, I moaned. My breath coming quick as it seemed to hit all the right spots and not stop.

I couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing and was a master of the controls. I could feel myself cumming in no time and felt what started as a soft tickle turn into a searing pain and I cried out in a mix of pain and orgasm.

Then stopped, blinking as I thought to hard. “I’m not sure how to orgasm and die.” I looked at the false wall where a director and a sound guy stood. Heard a collective groan of the other cast members as he yelled “Cut!” and we all had a laugh about it as it appeared in the blooper reel later.

Just kidding, I was stuck in the chair. My entire body tensing and vibrating with the electricity coursing through it. My hands opening and closing against the arm of the chair as I felt my heart skip beats. My pussy felt almost like it was keeping in time and then it did it again, and again, each time the electricity pumped through my body I felt a bit fuzzier. The pain further away. The colors of the world just a shade different…

taboo adult phone sex

Forced Intoxication Phone Sex Isis

Forced Intoxication Phone Sex

I love watching new little brats. I try really hard to make the first time a lot of fun. So I can get to check out the house, have the brats like me and get the parents to call me again. When I put your little brats to bed I love to tell them a bed time story. They are showered and in the pj’s. Bellies full of milk and cookies. Teeth brushed and hair perfectly untangles. They are all tucked into bed ready to go asleep and I ask them if they want to hear a scary bed time story! They were so excited! I sat on the edge of their bed after I turned off the lights. The night light gives enough light for them to see my face and only my face. I relax and slip my panties to the side. I start to play with my pussy as I tell them of the evil babysitter. She has her friends waiting at the end of the street.

Teen Phone Sex

They are waiting for your mommy and daddy to leave. They walk in the door with their hands full of beer, vodka, and their pockets full of cash for me and enough dope to make Snoop Dog say no. My friends start ripping their little clothes off their bodies. Smack, biting, pinching, licking and sniffing their bodies as they are tossed around like rag dolls. Rubbing my pussy that is just getting wetter and wetter. Now to the good park. The evil babysitter and her friends make the little brats drink a whole bottle of vodka forcing them to get drunk! It will also help her friends fuck their tiny little fucking pussies! The little one’s I am telling my naughty story too start to get so scared but loopy at the same time. That’s when I tell them the evil babysitter is me and I cover them in my pussy juices as I squirt all over their little faces. After they pass out. I am going to take pictures of their little pussies and sell them to my friends for the next time I watch them. 

Just Fuck Me!

Adult phone chatHow does good adult phone chat sound? If you call me you will be defiantly satisfied. I am a dirty fucking whore and I would love being used by you. My cunt can be yours tonight. I would love to bend over and spread my ass cheeks and let you get a glimpse of this tiny asshole and I will spread even harder and let you see how tight my cunt hole is.Feeling that big anaconda meat stick just slide right into me is amazing. I feel my self squirting on you. The bed will be soaking wet from my pussy juice. I like when calls turn to where I am the submissive and you are telling me how you wanna fuck me and make me cum.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex fantasies excite me as a submissive whore. I average a few kill calls a day. There is something about me that makes men want to do very bad things to me.Maybe it is my pretty looks or my my big tits. What do you think?  I can’t blame them. I know I am nothing more than a dumb bimbo here for your pleasure. I am the girl men keep on the side to humiliate and abuse. I have a few regulars who call me weekly to kill me. I die weekly and love it. Some weeks, I die daily. I love hearing your creative ways to torture and kill me. There are literally a million ways to die. Sometimes, if I am lucky, a man wants to know how I would like to bite the dust. I love blood and guts. Today, a caller ask ed me how he wanted to kill me. He wanted me to get off on the call too. I said violently and not quickly. You see I am a pain slut. I want to enjoy my slow torturous death. We talked about horror movies and I shared that Medieval torture really got my cunt wet. So brutal. Totally barbaric. There was a pause as his wheels turned. Then out of no where he clubbed me like a baby seal. Big barbed wire bat to the head. Didn’t kill me, but stunted me. Made me a retarded bitch. Blood and brain matter spilled from the gaping hole in my head. My blonde locks turned a crimson red. As I laid in a pool of my own blood slowly dying, he jacked off on my brains. Gruesome, brutal and the definition of hot fantasy phone sex for a submissive slut like me. How would you like to snuff me out?