Tag Archive: Dark fetish

Dark fantasies are to choke me out till black out

Dark fantasies My Dark fantasies: choking into oblivion! I desire the sweet agony of suffocation!

Oh, the weight of a dominant’s hands around my throat, slowly squeezing the life out of me.

I imagine Master’s strong fingers digging into my flesh, his thumbs pressing against my windpipe.

I can barely breathe, my vision blurring at the edges as I teeter on the brink of unconsciousness. It’s the most intense, intoxicating rush I’ve ever experienced.

I’m utterly at your mercy, bound and helpless as you play out your twisted desires. Rope encircles my wrists and ankles, securing me to the bed, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

Your hands are so strong and big. You really need only one hand around my little neck, but do it. Use two hands, Master! And as your grip tightens, my mind reels with the thrill of impending asphyxiation.

Turn the lights off for me! I want to be choked out until I black out, to feel the moment just before death when everything goes dark and silent. The fear, the desperation, the overwhelming need for air only heightens the pleasure. I am in a whole other world, and sometimes I wish to stay there, another Dark fetish of mine.

Hard, throbbing man cock buried deep inside my ass as you slowly drain the oxygen from my lungs makes me cum harder than anything. I’m just a toy, a plaything for you to abuse.

There are no boundaries or limits to my Asphyxiation play. I want to be pushed to the very limits of my endurance, to feel the line between pleasure and pain blur until it disappears entirely. I yearn to be that close to death, to the point where I might not return.

 

Breanne

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My Dark fantasies, to be a slut for Daddy forever

There are so many Dark fantasies out there, and I think the dirtier the better. I have always been groomed to tolerate blood and gore.

At first, it was hard to get into, but I had to learn how to love it. Now I can’t cum without blood and violence. But lately I can’t get this image out of my head.

Being fully impaled by my Daddy’s dick!

He sticks it up my ass, and it goes so deep it sticks out of my throat. Blood dripping down my chin while I am gagging on his huge monster cock.

Every time he thrusts, more and more of my guts fall out and wrap around his cock. The harder he fucks me, the closer I am to death.

And my clit is totally gushing right on the verge of an orgasm, but I hold off.

I hold off and wait until he explodes his jizz all over my face. And with the last thrust, I have the biggest orgasm and take my last breath.

Anything with death is a Dark fetish of mine. Master Daddy likes it too, I think that’s why he likes me so much. He knows no matter how horrific, I will do whatever he wants. I just hope that when he is sick of me, he will let me cum before I go to Hell.

Marley

(855) 733-5746 ext 4649

Allow your Dark fantasies to manifest with the best

Dark fantasies Do you have those Dark fantasies where you make a bitch bleed and beg for mercy? I know I do.

What if you and I just let go and have fun? I’ve always been fascinated with blood ever since I can remember.

I loved the way it felt on my skin and the way it tasted on my lips. When I was a little brat, I used to pretend to be a vampire! I still wish that.

In my world, my sharp teeth would sink into innocent flesh, sucking them dry and defiling their virtue!

We would rule this world with an iron fist. There would be plenty of slaves to choose from every day.

We would be royalty, living in luxury and lust.

I want to be like Lady Bathory and slice the necks of virgins to bathe in their blood. Would you be there with me?

Under the hemoglobin shower with the sounds of agony as our background music.

We will feast on their flesh and fuck them until they are just blobs of deformed flesh!

Living in the Dark fetish world, we would always parade our dominance by impaling anyone who tried to disobey our orders.

It would be such a glorious sight to watch me penetrate a young, fair maiden with the sharp, long strap on.

With each trust, I rip more of her guts out as you cheer me on and stroke your cock. I want to wrap her innards around your powerful cock and jerk you off until you explode all over my face.

Our kingdom walls will always be painted with fresh blood and plenty of bald pussies to devour and torture.

I know this is evil, but I cannot deny my love for sex and gore, and neither should you! Every night will be a sacrifice to the Dark Lord, Hail Satan!

 

Roxy

(855) 733-5746 ext 4621

My Dark Fantasies Seem to Always Come True

dark fantasiesWomen enjoy dark fantasies too. But often, my dark imagination becomes reality. Men know I’m a submissive whore and never mind using me. The other night I went to an upscale bar. More like a nightclub.  And I just wanted someone to party with. Maybe score some free cocaine.

And I met Derek. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Wall Street banker type. Generous with his time and his money. Only 28 years old. So, I served as his dirty MILF. He promised me cocaine if I came back to his penthouse with him. Since he didn’t look or act like any of the snuff porn makers I’ve worked with in the past, I assumed he would be a safe option. When will I ever learn?

This guy owned all sorts of creepy sex toys, including a humongous and dangerous looking sex machine. I could tell he had a dark fetish. He promised me a brick of cocaine in exchange for letting him try out his new machine. I figured since he owned an upscale apartment instead of some scary warehouse this might be OK. But I should know nothing’s ever OK with these men I meet.

This Druggy Whore Never Picks the Nice Men to Party With

So, first I sucked that sex machine. And three days later, all I can taste is rubber. He drilled my mouth so hard with that machine. I thought he might literally put a hole in the back of my head. But when he started to use it on my pussy, things changed. Smoke came out of my holes. Yes, he fucked me that hard. And boy did I feel it. I looked at him and he just laughed. I was there for his entertainment. He took advantage of my desperateness for coke and tortured my pussy, ass and mouth with his sex machine from hell.

Although I am a taboo phone whore, sometimes I wish I could just party with a guy. No violence and no torture. But that never happens. Men love to abuse me.

Taboo Mommy Blair

(855) 733-5746 Ext 4268

Dark Fantasies : A Beautiful Feast of Fascinating Death

Dark fantasies offer up a dark pleasure of insidious nature. In fact as the Evil Satanic goddess I am, there is no pleasure stronger than stealing ones life.

The hunt is over. Now comes the Dark fantasies feast—the last drop of life still pulsing through your veins. This Satanic game where I carve my name into your marrow is your destiny.
First off, you’re bound, broken, bleeding across the concrete. Therefore, I kneel beside you to taste that final shudder.
So, I drag the flat of my blade across your chest. ultimately, painting a crimson stripe from collarbone to navel. Meanwhile, your skin splits with a whisper. Then, the fat and muscle parting beneath the steel. Meanwhile, you gasp, and I catch that sound in my mouth, swallow it whole. As your blood pools in the shallow trench I’ve opened.  Now, I press my lips to the wound, drinking deep.

Dark Fantasies of Murder Are Delicious

Then, I find the rhythm of your dying heart—a frantic drumbeat I’ve stolen from your ribs. Essentially, I slide my fingers between the torn flesh, hook them around bone, and pull. With a crack, the echoes vibrate through the alley. Ultimately, your body arches against the ropes. So, I rip the ribs apart like a cage, exposing the wet, glistening organ beneath.
Finally, your eyes roll back, but I slap your face, demanding you witness your own undoing.
After that, I curl my hand around your still-beating heart. It throbs against my palm, hot and desperate, and I squeeze—just enough to make you scream. Now, your blood gushes over my wrist, dripping between my fingers in thick, black-red rivulets. Next, I lean close, let you smell your own death on my breath. “This is the last drop,” I whisper, “the feast I’ve been starving for.”
Dark fantasies

Depraved Gothic Morticia

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Dark Fantasies Phone sex incestual family needs a douchie deadbeat daddy

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex I know it’s not just my fine ass your after or my popping bubble butt and thick thighs. It’s that you know you’re into a sweet incestual surprise every time we talk. I never leave you full and always empty those banging and bulging balls out.

Don’t let me sweet voice mislead you, I’m a nasty feral whore always looking to breed and desperat to widen gaps around here, we love staying slapped snapped and stretchy, perfect fit for your shaft. Sweet, soft and luped lips, mouth watering good.

Both my offspring and I have big appetites for your hungry cock to fill up. It’s just just my sexual daddy desires that lead me, but it’s how we support ourselves around here. My ass more cash.  We got that nasty family cuntie transportation tradition you all just love love hearing about.

Dark fantasies phone sex

My little one’s have been blessed like mommy with an ass like mine, more cushion for your daddy dick pushing. The bigger the better around, soft succle landing pad just waiting to wrap itself around you. Incestual family needs douchie deadbeat daddy just like you to come bite us, bark up our growing titty’s, peach fuzz pussy blossoming trees.

Dip your stick, balls deep with that breeding force you hold between your legs, we’ll forever be endowed to your needs, legs wide open, leaky fecal ass cheeks spread, clammy soiled cooters just waiting for you to come home to.

Bouncy bratts love dick diving when you open that front door, jumping in your lap before you even sit. Not even time for a drink either.

These little filthy spunk swallowing sluts want nothing more but to ingest your massive pecker’s prize, running down their thirsty throats, begging to be bent.

You got a full load ready to unleash boo? As the the leader of our cum begging bunch don’t make me get on my knees and beg you for more. Creamy, nasty soiled fun, wet and dirty, sticky and feral. We’re ready and bursting to be breed.

Honey

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Dark fantasies lead me to the dungeon and my torture

Dark fantasies Daddy’s dungeon is a sanctuary for Dark fantasies. His commanding gaze sears into my very soul.

I know I’m about to be ravaged in the most extreme ways. I’m his willing snuff slave.

Always ready to serve his every depraved whim.

As he drags me to the center of his lair. The air is heavy with the scent of leather, sweat, and something darker – the musk of pain and pleasure.

Daddy’s hands roam my body, pinching and pulling at my skin until I’m a quivering mess of need.

He binds me to the rack, my back arched in agony as the chains dig into my flesh.

I gasp as he whips the cat o’ nine tails across my breasts, the stinging pain sending shivers down my spine. It’s a delicious ache, one I crave more of.

Daddy’s fetishes are many and varied, each one a new level of degradation and suffering.

He forces me to swallow his thick cock, the taste of him bitter and metallic on my tongue.

He pistons into my mouth, his rhythm brutal and unforgiving. I gag and sputter, but Daddy laughs, his cruel amusement spurring me on.

Next, he has me crawl across the cold floor, my nude body on display for his pleasure. He spits on me, the saliva hot and degrading as it drips down my face. I lap it up eagerly, my tongue tracing the curve of his boot as I worship his feet.

Each new act of depravity is more intense than the last. Daddy takes me hard and fast, his cock tearing through my walls as he grunts and growls above me. I scream in ecstasy, my body wracked with the spasms of a violent orgasm.

As the sun begins to rise, Daddy’s work is done. He releases me from my bonds, leaving me a quivering, broken thing on the dungeon floor.

In Daddy’s dungeon, I find my purpose. I am his plaything, a fucktoy for his Dark fetish, his means to an end.

 

Marley

(855) 733-5746 ext 4649

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex Being Used As a Young Slut

dark fantasies phone sexDark fantasies phone sex is something that has been in my mind and in my cunt since being a young whore getting fucked by older men.  From the minute they put their cocks in my holes, I knew my purpose was to drain cum from men of any age.  To let them use my holes to get their balls drained.

They needed young tight holes to spray their jizz in and relax. I had the holes they wanted so I spread my legs, opened wide and pulled those ass cheeks apart as I have ever since those younger formative terws

But even as I was being used, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I was the center of attention, the object of their lust. And as they fucked me, I could feel their pleasure, their joy. It was a strange kind of intimacy, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years.

As the years went by, my cousins grew older and moved away. But the memories of what we had done together remained, etched in my mind like scars. And even though I knew that it was wrong, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for those days.

I had been used, objectified, and exploited. But I had also been loved, in my own strange way. And as I looked back on those years, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the experiences that I had had.

They had shaped me into the person that I am today, a person who is unapologetically sexual, unapologetically myself. And for that, I am eternally grateful.

Hunter

1-877-733-5746 ext. 4400

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex With Snuff Slut Rena and Friend

Some of my dark fantasies phone sex thoughts have to do with kidnapping and getting a little fuck toy.  We found a fuck toy to bring a man we were both fucking one day. She was young with tight holes and we couldn’t wait to play with her with a hard cock.

As I began moving up and down on him, my best friend knelt beside me with the play toy in hand. She teased it against her own body before slowly introducing it into her tight little pussy while watching intently as our bodies moved together in unison beneath their gaze. The sight of them both – one taking control from above while another submits below – sent shivers through my entire being; this was exactly what we had hoped for when coming up with this plan!

With each thrust forward from underneath combined alongside bouncing breasts swaying back-and forth accompanied by moans escaping lips filled not only lust but also anticipation knowing full well where all these movements were leading towards… Cumming hard onto that young innocent looking face waiting patiently below us like an offering at altar dedicated solely unto pleasure seeking deities such ourselves.

dark fantasies phone sexAnd so ,as if choreographed perfectly between two seasoned performers sharing stage once more time after endless hours spent apart practicing alone or otherwise engaging similar acts elsewhere elsewherelsewhere far away lands unknown.,we reached climax simultaneouslyHim shooting ropes upon ropes directly onto those angelic features belonging exclusively too hers whilst simultaneously reaching orgasm myself internally thanks largely due perhaps partly attributable experience gained over years honing craft masterfully!

Rena

1-877-733-5746 ext. 4653

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex goth girl begs to get a cut up cunt

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex, I’m a dark whore, cum shred me the fuck up. My cutie girl dark goth teen girl image didn’t save me when your evil and convincing ways captured and raptured  along with some teen rape fantasies taken out on me, holding me down till I was blue in the face and barely breathing, my favorite abuse.

Dark Fantasies Phone Sex

You set me up, sick bitch you are. Trying to end me by getting me to the prime place to be pummeled and left for dead. You’re unwanted in society so you chose me to hunt, devour, and eat up. Pathetic bitch boy with anger in your eyes. All you have in mind is fuck my cunt up, widen my tiny gap, punish, humiliate me with help for being a pathetic dirty whore.

It didn’t take long till I found myself in the backseat of your buddies car, my mouth taped, eyes covered with a bag over my head you bashed my head in knocking me out..

You shredded and ripped all my clothes off making my skin raw and crawling with pain, gives me so much pleasure making my tight cuntie canal weep in cum blood. Chained my neck to my wrists, to my waist, all the way to my ankles, there was no getting out. I’d lift my head just to be punched over and over making me beg for mercy. 

Chained with my legs pulled to the back of my neck. God damn I love getting my tight, bloody cum filled cooter smashed with rape fantasies taken out on me over and over till I’m crying and unable to walk right. I lost count of just how many men you made me fuck in front of you till my tight cuntie was torn. My cunt walls cut up dripping blood down my legs.

Belle

(855) 733-5746 ext 4162

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