Dark fantasies and wicked desires are how it goes down with my master. I love when he comes to visit me. It’s always a nice visit on his end and one that’s a love and hate on my end. My master is all about himself a bit of a narcissist and total control freak. Things are his way always. He does get off on making me cum he isn’t selfish in that level. He loves to see me explode, but first, he needs to cum first and it needs to be an explosive climax. If I don’t get him off hard he won’t stop fucking me. He doesn’t care if my pussy gets raw and in pain from his massive cock. I have to give him a climax is going to remember. After all, he does live double life you would never think he loves to torture and slap and use whips in bed but he does. He can’t live out his wicked desires in the real world and with his pathetic wife so he always cums sees me.
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Taboo role play with nasty Macey
Taboo role play with a filthy snuff slut is going to be some of the nastiest phone sex that you have ever had! I want to come over to your house and play with you all night long. Take advantage of me, force fuck me, use and abuse me in all the worst yet best of ways. Do you think you’re capable of making me feel like the ultimate degraded victim? I don’t want you to hold back, I deserve everything that I have coming for me! All of the pleasure and pain that you want to inflict upon me makes me so fucking horny! Can we pretty please get super dirty together?! I want to see how hard I can make your cock while I suck on it and fuck it. I’m just a slutty little fuck toy I am all yours for the taking! Please fuck for rounds upon rounds, back to back to back. Dark fantasies have never felt better than it has been to experience them with such a cum dumpster like me!
Why should I have to be nice?
Look, I am a bitch… a grade A natural fucking cunt so why should I play nice? These bitches in my neighborhood didn’t get that tho, they were always inviting me to parties and lunches and all this girly crap that I couldn’t even pretend to be interested in and then be surprised when I act like a bitch the few times I showed up. It was infuriating and I just couldn’t fucking take it any more so I decided to do something drastic. I went to the next little lunch they had, all those perfect stepford wives in one place all I had to do was excuse myself to the ladies room and set the timer on a fun little bomb I brought. Then I made my excuses and left. I waited outside for the big bang and it was glorious! There were body parts all around me, not a single one of those whores made it out alive!
Dark Fantasies with Knives
What dark fantasies do you have lurking in your brain? I have so many, I cannot begin to tell you them all, but most of them involve knives. I have a huge knife collection. Some of the knives belong to my great great grandfather during WWI. Let’s just say knives can be used for all sorts of things. They can be used to castrate worthless men with small dicks who cannot please women and have no business reproducing. Knives can be used for torture sex. You can cut superficially all over the body to create pain or you can make one fatal cut to an artery to cause death. Knives can be used to keep a bitch or a bastard in line. For me, knives inflict torturous pain and humiliation through castration. I use knives because I mean business. I mean death. Fuck, even some of the guys I castrate, I kill because they get on my nerves so easily. I don’t like people unless they are suffering. There is honesty and emotion in pain. When I am torturing someone with a big ass knife, I am seeing the real them. They aren’t being fake. They aren’t giving me what they think I want to hear. They are exposed as real people when they are dying. I know. I am a sick bitch. I bet I will only like you when you are dying too. Want to find out? My knives do.
My dark fantasies are sick and twisted
My dark fantasies are sick and twisted but I wouldn’t have them any other way! Lately I have been obsessed with hanging a bitch, something about watching a little whore kick and struggle and fight to breathe is just sexy to me. I had to make it happen for real so I went and got a few types of rope and hunted a few bitches to play with. I found several young ones, too young to fully understand what was happening to them, they looked so confused and so, so terrified. They were so scared that their little bladders emptied and then I knew it was time to watch them dance! I pushed them off the platform and watched them kick and struggle against the rope digging into their fragile little necks, their faces were really red at first, and then blue… by the time their eyes rolled back into their heads and they lost consciousness I was so fucking horny that I thought I would explode! Next time I do this, I’ll be bringing a man with me so I can fuck while the bitches hang!
Are your dark fantasies as fucked up as mine are?
Are your dark fantasies as fucked up as mine are baby? Do you dream of seeing girls boiled alive or set on fire? Do you wish you could skin a bitch like you peel an orange? Or maybe you just want to straight up beat that fucking bitch to death while you fuck her? Mmmmm baby, if that made your dick hard you are definitely the man for me! I love to watch stupid little whores suffer for me, I want them to scream and cry and beg for their mothers while I fuck them to death with my giant strap on cock… the one that’s wrapped in razor wire. When she is finally dead I want you to fuck me on her body and rub her blood into my skin! I just adore being wicked, why be good when being bad is so much fun?
My Dark Fantasies are Often Realities
What are your dark fantasies? I have a lot of them. I have a pretty bad coke habit. It puts me in contact with some rather unsavory people. People who make me do things that other women would never do. I think years of swallowing piss, getting gang banged in the ass, BDSM games and eating shit has made me go into an abyss. I was at a real low this weekend. All out of coke and all out of money. I was desperate. I went to the junkie part of town to find this one dude known for helping sexy MILFs out with a fix. He is known as a sick and twisted fuck, but when you need something he can supply, beggars can’t be choosers. I hate going to that part of town. I did it though because I am an addict. I found him in this skanky warehouse that resembled something out of the Saw movies. Feces, blood, vomit, and even cum stained the floors and the walls. The smell was wretched. I thought I might toss my cookies just inhaling the vapors. I found G. That is all anyone knows him by; just an initial. He knew me; knew of my trashy reputation despite living in a gated suburb. I told him my predicament. He asked what I would do in exchange for a bump. “Anything,” I replied. Before I could speak again, one of his goons dragged me into a dirty bathroom. He forced me to clean the disgusting floor with my tongue. He made it clear that I was trash despite where I lived, therefore I was going to be treated appropriately. I was sick to my stomach. That was not enough to score me my bump. Every junkie in the place got to fuck me first. I likely left that warehouse a cesspool of bacteria, but I left with what I came for, so it was worth it.