Archive for the 'Violent Phone Sex' Category

Virgin Blood

        Red, thick, warm flowing blood. Nature’s perfect lube. You know at times you crave some hot blood play. Your fetish began slowly and is now out of your control.

         What is your next move? You bite her full red lips and savored the little blood droplets. You nicked your own tongue to taste the copper sweetness in your mouth. The kiss was amazing. 

You crave more, but you scared the timid little bitch and she left you.  You have been to numerous escorts, but they will only let you pretend. You want to drain your balls in it, you want to roll in it, and need more blood. 

You meet me in a dark, deserted bar. The booze flows making you very fucking chatty. I know what you want and need. Young, tender and willing to do anything for a price. You did all the things that excite you. You bite her, scratched her, and drew a little blood. I see the knife in your hand, I nod my head in acceptance of what you are about to do.

You begin to fuck her, softly at first. The knifes blade is right by her femoral vein. You begin to fuck her harder, the knife made it mark and blood is gushing everywhere. The harder you thrust, the more blood splatters. 

Lets fuck in her blood!

 

Written By: Brianna
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Bad Things

                 

   I’ve always been the good girl. The woman everyone can count on to make the right and moral decision. Never drink too much, and don’t date the bad boys.

You know what? I’m tired of it and bored with it. Even I have deviant needs. What do you do if your partner just doesn’t have the same twisted thoughts as you? You find a bad guy, a twisted one that will help you satisfy your needs. 

                       The man part was easy. Done and dusted after one hour at a dive bar.

Now on to part 2. The boring little blonde, she will do. I set up a fake modeling shoot for her. She’s so excited. I hand her a bottle of water to drink and she asks when we’ll do her makeup? 

She’s getting dizzy and my accomplice carries her down to the basement. She wakes a few hours later surrounded by a group of men. Did I say she was modeling for us?  Well, that wasn’t exactly the truth, was it?

 

Written By: Daphne
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Blackmailed

Been a long ass day, and you could really use a little something before heading home. It’s after 2 am, and you doubt anything is open.

You head down the street and see an occasional person. Mostly night workers and beginnings of day workers. You smile to yourself at the scents of the night. Pot, sweat, and sex. You lose sense of where you are. You see me sitting in a doorway.

You think I look pretty edgy, maybe I know of something. I shrug and tell you to follow me. I point to a small house. It looks deserted to you. You’re beginning to think that you have been set up. What could I want? You’re getting annoyed and decide to leave.

You hear laughter, you hear moans, and you hear cries of pain. You see a room with several young boys and girls. They all look either high or scared. Either way, now I have your attention.

You take a drink off the tray on the table. After a few sips, you start to feel a bit odd. You wake up to a boy and girl nude in your bed. Your head is killing you. What the fuck happened last night?

I will tell you. In fact, I will show you. I will even hand it all over, but first hand over your wallet.

 

Written By: Fetishista Frankie
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Sex And Violence

     

   Truth time.

Tell me just what it is that gets your cock throbbing?  I mean really tell me, don’t make something up that you think I might want to hear. Don’t give me this Goddess Worship shit, because I detest a liar. Want to know what I detest even more? A man who hides a sexy, violent tendency from me. 

Your fetish started slowly, you didn’t even understand your violent feelings. Your hand around her neck while she is riding you only got tighter when she begged you to stop. You ignored her until you came. Fuck! You couldn’t believe how hard you came.  She left you, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

That young girl who works at the ice cream shop, you imagine the things you want to do to her. One night you wait outside for her to leave. You follow her and push her down to the hard sidewalk where you rape her. You were on such a sexy high, yet a bit scared of getting caught. 

You pop into a little, dark bar. You see me smoking a clove and drinking whiskey shots. We chat, I have ideas, and you can’t believe your luck. A hot, rather crazy, goth accomplice. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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What Did Daddy Do

 

It’s late and you know the babysitter has already left. You know your baby girl, your sweet little princess is all by herself. You can’t believe you let the time get away from you. She’s so precious, and normally you would never let this happen. You did, and she is not alone. 

First off, you notice the door lock is broken and the house looks ransacked. With a deep sigh, you make your way up the stairs to her room. You stand there, unable to move or process what you’re seeing. 

There’s a man, a man from your group. He has your princess stripped and tied to the bedposts. He smiles when he sees you’re home. He tells you that he’s been waiting for you to begin. 

She looks so scared, your tiny little princess. You should be enraged, you should want to call the police. You didn’t, did you?  Call the police, that is. Nor did you try to rescue her. What you did do daddy, is join in the sick, twisted fun.

Didn’t you, daddy?

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Under A Blood Moon

You can’t believe how sleepy you’re getting. It must have been from the big lunch you just had at the seedy little diner. You think that maybe you better find a motel and get some sleep. 

You turn around, and go back to the motel you saw by the diner.  Not your style, but sometimes slumming can be fun.

A pretty young blonde checks you in and hands you a room key. She smiles when you ask if there’s a bar nearby. She points to a little building, more like a shack and tells you that’s the best place to go for a drink and some fun.

A shower revived you, and you dress and check out the bar. It’s very quiet. A few men at the bar, a few more at tables. After a few drinks, you feel tired again. A tad wobbly as well. You see the pretty blonde from the motel, and then you pass out.

You come too and you’re naked and strapped to a bed. You smell something sweet, so sticky sweet.  You see me, and my girls. Tiny, skinny little things with flat chests wearing shiny corsets. They’re surrounding you. You feel their tiny fingers, and tiny bodies are all over you. 

                  You wake up the next morning refreshed and a bit confused by the mess in your room. Your body is sore and when you shower you notice little bite marks all around your cock and balls. 

Don’t leave, not just yet!

 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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Nasty, Dirty and Raw

 I woke up this morning in the strangest mood. I was feeling extra horny, but after an hour of fucking my cunt with several toys, it just wasn’t enough.  Very intrusive thoughts kept entering my mind. I was thinking of sexual and otherwise things I would normally never do, but this morning I needed more. 

The streets were pretty quiet this morning. A few construction workers, people just coming home from their night out, drug dealers and the street people. I was wearing little to nothing, and getting lots of attention. 

            I walked through the park until I got to “Tent City.”  People were walking around, drinking coffee, and smoking crack. There was mostly men, but a few women. There was a couple fucking outside their tent. 

   I wondered if they would agree to a threesome? I approached them and the man grabbed my arm, and pulled me down to the ground. The other men circled around us. Hours later, I covered in dirt, booze, grass, and cum. 

Sometimes a woman needs to get as nast, and filthy as she can. Join me?

 

Written By: Brianna
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Your True Nature

 

                     

   Admit it, you always wanted to party with a sexy goth girl. You imagine black corsets, black boots, and filthy, dirty, nasty sex in odd places. You’ve always imagined it, but were too scared to even approach one. You couldn’t believe your luck when I invited you to a private party. 

What is cliché to me, is what you imagine in your dreams. We’re at a graveyard, the moon is bright, and I’m dancing in the moonlight nude. Hold on there loser, you seem to have the wrong idea about who you’ll be fucking or shall I say who will be fucking you.

    As we walk further in, you can no longer see the road or traffic. You see a group of very large black men, lights, and  cameras. You seem a bit confused. Where are the other goth girls? Where are the young ones? 

Don’t worry, it’s all under my control. It’s time for you to be the little cock sucking bitch I always knew you were. 

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Snuff Phone Sex with Alexis

Snuff is one of my favorite fetishes. Cutting off the oxygen to the brain just seems to intensify an orgasm so much.  Looking in your fuck partners eyes while they’re snuffing you or you’re snuffing them, seeing the fear, watching the others face turn red and eyes start to pop out of their head. It’s just so fucking hot!  

Whether you want to snuff me or have me do you the favor, either way, I’m ready for some nasty and violent phone sessions!

 

 

Written By: Alexis
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Sundresses and Bare Toes

Spring is finally here and that means short dresses, and bare toes. You can’t fucking wait! You spend as much time as you can outside in the park. You love to watch them swing, getting higher, and higher.  You watch hoping the little dresses blow up as they swing, giving you a peek. 

The pink polish sparkles in the sun. They’re so happy, just giggling, and playing. Was that a bit of yellow cotton panties you just saw?  Where are their parents you wonder? They’re terribly young to be alone. 

You take out your little picnic. It looks more like food for a child, rather than a grown man.  One looks up, you smile at her. You motion to the food and ask if she wants a taste or two.  She’s happily eating your snacks. It isn’t your fault that a sleeping pill accidently fell in the vanilla pudding. 

She is falling asleep. It’s just you and her. You take her to your car. No one is looking, you drive off. 

 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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