Category: Snuff phone sex

Ms. Porsha’s Chocolate Cream Sundae

 

     SO I am a brat we have established that factor. I loved the feel  of pepperoni between my chocolate covered sundae and the cream filling was hmm just that extra sweet as it exploded inside me. I couldn’t wait to lose control again you know the first day we met things were so happy and together and now before you know it we had been talking over the phone and age play role playing for a few days. I would laugh and get angry with you if you didn’t let me have my way and the thing about it is Ms. Porsha loved calling you daddy. She wanted to be good for you but I guess I don’t know how. So you are going to have to spank me and pull down these panties and spread the cheeks of this little sugary ass hole and play with this hole or are you going to use a riding crop to my bare little pussy. I never knew how to behave and the thing is it all started because you wouldn’t let me get what I wanted at the movies. This is your fault because you didn’t want to let me have your nightstick  right there.

     It was the middle of the movie and it was good but I wanted to taste your mushroom seed and you were being your overbearing self and not letting me have my way. Oh well, suit yourself not taking a taste of the sunshine I had between my legs is only causing you to have the blue ball syndrome or should I call  it misery in heat! You  decided to not let Ms.Porsha have her way with you so now you don’t get  any! And oh yes my nice little grape fruit tits are being begged to be touched. I am doing my best to seduce you. First ,I am running my hand all over my perky little nipples and the sweet smell of my apple cherry fragrance oil has just dropped down my navel  and look at  the oil  that has begun to run down my legs and is now going towards my hole. It’s going deeper in my little hole and don’t you just wish you had been good daddy! Because if you had you would be eating my stuffing and you wouldn’t be sitting there with a throbbing meat supply and nothing to stick it in! too bad for you and maybe the age play phone sex will be enough but I shudder to think what will happen to that milk warm filled cream nut if you don’t call me to get it taken care of!

Your Girl Now

You pulled the mask off my face and I couldn’t believe it was you. You of all people had me tied up? I trusted you. I had called you for help when that man was following me. It was you the whole time? That is crazy. How could I not have known? Why are you so angry? I never ignored you. Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you?? Get away from me! I am sorry… please let me go.. you’re actually starting to scare me.


You grab my tit and squeeze so hard I scream. You are not the nice man I thought you were – you are the monster I have been terrified of for weeks. Your hands are all over my nearly naked body. I am tied up so I can’t get away from your rough fondling and the feel of your mouth and tongue on my neck, licking and kissing me. I am squirming and screaming, but that just seems to make your cock harder.


I continue to beg and try to bargain with you. But you tell me that I belong to you now and that you are going to fuck my tight pussy. I can tell you have been planning this for awhile. The ropes are perfectly tied, and I am wearing panties that I didn’t own this morning. Then I realize that since you removed the facemask, you don’t care that I see who you are. What does that mean? My heart races knowing that means you don’t give a fuck if I know.


You grab me harder and begin fingering my pussy. I try to kick you, but I am powerless against you and the ropes. I am a mouse caught in a trap. Helpless and scared – just the way you wanted me. Your cock is raging hard, and you spread my legs easily as you ram it deep inside me without any hesitation. It feels like you’re splitting me in two, and I can’t pull back. My pussy is on fire from tearing at the edges from you pounding my tiny cunt so hard. All I keep thinking of is that its you. The guy I trusted the most. I was wrong, and now you’re going to ravage my body. I can’t help but think… what about my life?

Life Sentence

I had finally just got my license back and wouldn’t you know it I get pulled over again? It was the middle of the night and I had been drinking of course, but I decided to try to sweet talk my way out of the ticket. I rolled my window down and two officers approached. I could barely see them with the glaring lights from their car, but they shined a light right on me and one asked if I knew why I got pulled over. I HATE when they ask that, so of course I just smiled sweetly and said “no officer”.


They didn’t even ask my name or for my license or anything, one of them just said “get out of the car”. I tried to say something and he yanked the door open and ripped me out by my hair. My heart started racing, realizing this wasn’t a normal traffic stop. He spun me around and the other one handcuffed me. I tried to apologize for whatever was going on, and he just slapped me right across the face so hard I could taste blood. They both began ripping my clothes off right there on the side of the road. I was too scared to scream.

I begged them to let me go and promised them I wouldn’t tell anyone. They laughed at me and carried me back to my own trunk which they had popped open. One shoved me in, face down and my ass hanging out. My face was crushed inside my trunk as I felt a huge cock enter my ass. The officer fucked me without mercy for what seemed like forever. Then his partner took over and rammed my tight little ass even more. I could feel my wrists bleeding from the handcuffs, and the side of my face was burned from scuffing against the carpet in my trunk.


They both came inside my ass, and then one picked my limp body up and carried me back to their car. I thought they were going to throw me in the backseat, but once again they opened the trunk, and threw me in. This time all the way, and shut the trunk. Now here I am, cuffed and naked in the dark trunk. My ass is torn to shreds and I can feel the car moving. I have no idea what they plan to do to me next or where we are going, but I have a feeling I will never see the light of day again…  

Mind Fuck

He made me call him Daddy. His voice was soothing, intelligent, and calm. His touch was firm, but somehow reassuring that what we were doing wasn’t wrong. The clamps on my nipples had finally stopped burning and numbness was setting in. As I lost feeling in my breasts, he handed me a huge dildo and told me to stick it in my ass. He said it so quietly, almost like a purr. He sat and stared and I couldn’t take my eyes from his. The thought of him hurting me seemed so real and yet so far away.


He moved towards me and I flinched. But he hadn’t moved to hit me – he reached out his hand and brushed my hair back ever so gently. He took ahold of my wrist and began making me fuck myself even harder in the ass with the huge cock.  His intentions were maddening. Did he love me or was he toying with me like a cat does with a mouse. I was certain there was a fondness in his eyes. Maybe I reminded him of someone. Then he suddenly grabbed my throat and it startled me out of my daydream. His eyes seemed to change color, and I was terrified.


My heart began to race and I knew he was going to hurt me. The affection was gone, and the evil inside of him was even more angry because I had seen a glimpse of softness. Now he would destroy me. He couldn’t let me stay alive because I had seen too much. I had touched something inside of him that he didn’t want touched. His grip on my throat tightened and he squeezed as hard as he could while still using my other arm to fuck my ass as fast as he could. The pain was shooting through me, but I couldn’t scream. He began whispering in my ear that I was “daddy’s pretty little slut”, and those were the last words I heard before everything went black.  

Making Movies

The drugs hit me hard, but I could hear your voice instructing me what to do for the camera. My vision was blurry, and i could only see a fuzzy outline of you behind the tripod. You had taken me from school, drugged me, and brought me here to make your teen slut porn. I had been here before – it all seemed familiar – but I was unable to control the situation. You had me so brainwashed into believing you would hurt me if I tried to leave.


I knew my best bet was to do what you said and to make the best movie I could make for you and your sick friends. They loved watching my tiny cunt on their screens as you made me show everything between my legs. Toys laid next to me on the bed and I used them on my clit to arouse my pussy and make it swell for your camera. You kept telling me what a dirty fucking teen whore I was and to do it right the first time or I would be punished.

I remember the punishment you laid down last time, also on film, and you made me watch it back since I was knocked out cold during your rage. I am thankful for the drugs that are clouding my mind while I violate my own body with the dirty toys you provided. I make it look good, and I make it look hot. That’s what you want from me and I will obey you this time. Here is my pussy, and I cum for your camera. I cum for you. I am nothing but a worthless little cum whore, and my place is to entertain you. Anytime. Anywhere.

Cum Home Soon

I’ve been here all day waiting for you. You haven’t fed me for days and my hunger pains are the only thing letting me know I am still really alive. The rest of my body aches when I move from all the torture you inflicted on me last night. The needles in my nipples and pussy are gone, but the pain is sore and sharp even after you removed them. You showed no mercy when you whipped me, and since I am chained here, I have no escape.

But for some reason I long to see you. I can’t wait for you to come back through that door. The thought of your black eyes glaring at me, and wanting to hurt me again, make my tiny little battered pussy begin to throb. I need everything you give me. The fresh cuts from your blade make my ears ring in pleasure. There is no other way to get what this little pain whore needs – and you are the Master of pain.


I can’t let you know that I secretly want it. I know you would lose interest and go find another worthless slut like me. I can’t lose you like that. You are my addiction and without your heavy hands forcing my tiny body into your painful fantasies, I am nothing. I need to feel your hatred and I want to see your cock rise when you hear me screaming. I want to watch you cum from my terror. I am your little pain whore, and I crave your anger. I don’t deserve the rush I get, and yet you continue to abuse me. Hurry home, Master, I am scared and wet and hungry…

New Girl

I woke up to loud thumps coming down the stairs. It sounded like something huge and metal was being dragged down to the basement. I knew the sound, as I had experienced it before. You had a new slave and she was being delivered. I tried to sit up to watch the unloading, my heart racing, wondering how long she had been inside the safe. You hate dealing with their screaming when they first arrive – so they get locked away in a safe. Memories of my time in the box came rushing back to me. It had to have been days, but it felt like years.


I was locked inside by some stranger who had grabbed me, and left there – cramped and starving. By the time the box was opened I was barely alive and nearly blind as the dingy basement lights tried to make my eyes focus. I remember being terrified but so thirsty that I couldn’t scream. That was of course your plan all along. To break us before you even let us out of the safe. To mind fuck us so intensely, leaving us for days to accept that we had been left to die – only to then let us out into our new living hell in the basement.
I watched as you unlocked the lock and swung open the door. Her naked body climbed out, weak but alive. She was bound and blindfolded, but like me, didn’t make a sound. She was already broken. You guided her to the table to introduce her to a new kind of pain. As the feeling came back into her limbs, from being cramped so long, you cut them and burned them and her body just seized on the table from the stimulation. I remember those first cuts and burns and my pussy came uncontrollably.


She has been added to your collection of whores. We are here for you to experiment all your sexual desires on. I continued to watch her be tortured with the knives, still blindfolded. I knew she had no idea the future pain she will have to endure, and in fact grow to crave like a sick addiction. I felt myself drooling at the site of the blades cutting her fresh skin. I wanted another turn under your cruel hands. I needed to be touched, even if it only brings agony. I was jealous of this new whore. I wanted to go back to the day that I had first come out of the box….

Neighbor Girl

I should have known that you were too eager to hire me to house sit while you were out of town. My folks told me that you were leaving town for three weeks and I could make a hundred bucks just by bringing in your mail and watering your plants once a day. I didn’t want to be rude and not accept the offer, so I said okay. I met you at your place to get the key and just the way you were looking at me gave me the creeps. You didn’t have any qualms about looking me up and down, and brushing my hand a little too long when handing me the key.

The next day, when you had supposedly left for your trip, I headed over to water the plants. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. I had the weirdest feeling and the hairs on the back of my neck was standing on end. I kept telling myself I was being silly, but I didn’t feel like I was alone. I went to the kitchen to fill up the pitcher, and i could have sworn I heard a noise in the living room. I stopped to listen, but heard nothing else. I made my way back into the living room to the plants and began to water them.

Just then, you came up behind me and put your hand over my mouth and wrestled me to the floor. You had never left – it was all a ruse to get me here alone. You overpowered me and there was nothing I could do. You kept saying things like this is what I get for walking around the neighborhood like a little tramp and that you were going to show me what happens to dirty cum whores like me. Before I knew it, you had me hog-tied and gagged on your couch and were jerking off above me.

The things you were saying told me that you had been watching me for a long time. You had finally decided to make a move and I knew instinctively that you were going to hurt me. What scared me even more was that you never once mentioned me not telling anyone. I began to wonder if you were going to snuff me out. You began running your hands all over my naked body, and I cringed at your perverse touch. Your skin felt so rough against mine and your cock was dripping with cum as if it were drooling.

You knew my parents wouldn;t be looking for me, and that you had all afternoon to ravage my body. You did just that. You put your hard cock in all of my holes and never stopped berating me with your words. After hours of being fucked brutally and told what a little teasing whore I was, I began to believe it and my pussy responded by cumming all over your hard cock. Who knew that you, the neighbor who always gave me the creeps, would be the best fuck I ever had?

Making You Angry

I set up my camera like you asked me to. You said you wanted to see me doing something private, something real. Your addiction to watching girls has gotten stronger and you need something new to get your cock hard. You want to just watch and imagine the horrible torture you would inflict on me. You want to see me exposed and vulnerable. I wanted to make you a video you could stroke your cock too. Something that would make you enraged with frustration about not being able to grab me and hurt me while you watch it.

Your sickness has brought you this bath time video. I tease the camera with my tiny body. Bones you could crush with one strong grip. My skin exposed, the scars nearly invisible in the bathroom light glare. But we know they are there. You watch the video, your cock throbbing, wanting to reach through the screen and hurt me. Make me bleed. I smile at the camera, knowing it will infuriate you. I will pay dearly for that wry smile, but in the moment I forget myself.

I take my panties down showing my tiny ass right in front of the lens. I can only imagine your anger at my teasing. Your inability to control your rage and your need to abuse my body because I deserve it. The only thing between myself and a certain death is the camera. You can only watch, and wait. wait until you see me again and punish me for teasing you. Punish me for giving you exactly what you want. But I know you’ve been going through girls too fast. You can’t control your blood lust, and if you don’t slow down you will get caught.

So I have become your fantasy. Your girl on film. The one you want to kill, but can’t. The one you jerk your hard cock to, but don’t crush in your fits of rage. This video will keep me alive for another day. maybe longer. Are you mad? Is your blood boiling as you watch me enjoy the warm water surround me? Do you imagine pushing my head under the water and holding it there until I stop fighting? It wouldn’t take much. But you can’t do anything but watch. Murder on your mind, and your cock in your hand. I am going to close my eyes and enjoy my bath.

Waiting for You

I had seen you scoping out my neighborhood lately, and you didn’t know I had been watching. I knew you were looking for just the right place to rob when people left home to go party it up. I saw you sitting in your car jerking off while you watched and waited for the right time to come. I decided to leave my lights out for days and laid inside my room rubbing my pussy, hoping you would notice my house, and think that no one was home. I wanted you to choose my place, thinking you would come in to an empty place.

Finally last night I heard you toying with my back window in the kitchen. I crept into the kitchen and sat on the floor in the dark, waiting for you to come through the window. My pussy was aching in hopes that you would have a knife or a gun, just in case. I watched as your shadow came over the window sill. I could hear you breathing heavily, and I began rubbing my pussy in the dark. You paused, and briefly flicked on your flashlight. You spotted me immediately, but rather than seem alarmed, you seemed calm.

You turned the flashlight out and came towards me. As you got closer I could see you better, with the help from streetlights outside. You looked down at me and saw me rubbing my wet cunt. Without a word, you unzipped your jeans and pulled out your cock. You grabbed me so hard by my hair that I yelped, and shoved my mouth down onto your cock. You knew what a deviant little whore I had been, tricking you into picking my house. Into picking me.

You fucked my face and then threw me to the floor, putting your foot on my throat so I couldn’t move. You jerked your cock over me until you came all over my pathetic body. Then you knelt down and said in a very low voice that you would be back to take me any time you wanted. You showed me the blade of a knife, and told me that if I so much as turned on a light that I wouldn’t survive our next encounter. So here I stay, alone, waiting for you to come back. The doors are unlocked, and I rub myself raw thinking about what would happen if I turned on a light….