Category Archive: Dark fantasy stories

Dark fantasies for me is sucking extra young cum

Dark fantasiesI have a Dark fantasies of corrupting the male youth with my whore mouth. I also like an audience.

You can watch me give a blow job to your stepson, nephew, or whoever, really.

I know I could easily wrap him around my finger with my demon tongue and suck him into submission.

When a boy like that cums down my throat, he will literally do anything I say, even the nastiest shit.

I’m going to make him suck you!

He might put up a fight, but I’ll tell him if he is a good boy, I’ll let him fuck my pussy. There is no way he will refuse my orders.

But even in my fantasy, if he does, well, I will force a knife against his neck and make him beg for his life.

It makes me so hot to threaten to kill with cum stained lips. Do you have a Dark fetish for violating brats too?

 

Roxy

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Dark Fantasies Are The Best Morbid Obsession

Welcome to the darkest corner of my mind. Where I indulge in dark fantasies most would find abhorrent. As Morticia, I thrive at the exquisite intersection of agony and appetite.
Consequently, my morbid obsession drives me to seek out the most pathetic victims. Ultimately, it’s those whose terror only enhances the flavor of their suffering. Needless to say, no MSG needed!
To begin my ritual, I secure my prey in heavy chains. Ultimately leaving them exposed, trembling, and screaming. Now, I find those sounds of terror so exquisite.
Then, I start with a slow, methodical approach to ball torture. I use weighted clamps to stretch their scrotum. And the look of that stretched flesh is like an appetizer, so tantalizing.

Dark Fantasies Feed Morbid Appetites

Next, I use a serrated blade to make precise, shallow incisions. All while savoring the way they writhe in pain. Ultimately, I pinch and twist their sensitive spheres.
Oh, these ball torture stories never get boring for me. And the way you squirm as I excitedly tell them is a delight.
Obviously, the sight of my victims’ desperation feeds my darkness. Thus priming my hunger for the main course. Oh, how my mouth starts to water and my cunt throbs.
After all my darkness is fed by pain and sexual depravities. And the sight of blood ignites a strong desire. After all, I hunger for flesh and blood.
Eventually, the torture reaches its peak. And I transition from pain to consumption. After all this is my Dark fetish.
So, I lean down and sink my teeth deep into the swollen flesh. And ripping the balls from their sockets with a visceral snap.
Ultimately, I chew the raw, salty meat with a savoring slowness. Then, swallowing the essence of their broken spirit, I feel a surge of delight.
Finally, I lick the blood from my lips. Now, I am completely sated by the delicious taste of absolute ruin.
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Taboo Role Play is what my pussy wants so bad!

Taboo Role Play

 Taboo Role Play is what my pussy wants so bad!

Hearing all the dark and twisted fantasies you want to do to me is making my tight cunt drip.

Don’t fucking tease me; you better fuck me hard tonight!

Treat me like the worthless little whore I am and shove your cock so far down my throat.

Face fuck me until I’m about to vomit and gag on your dick.

It’s too big for any of my holes; you are really stretching me out.

It hurts, but don’t you fucking stop.

I love it when it hurts.

You have a way of making me scared that makes my panties get moist in anticipation.

The feeling of a big, thick cock pounding my inside.

This is the punishment I deserve for being such a nasty slut!

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Aria

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Even a Sexy Switch Has Dark Fantasies for Revenge

dark fantasiesEven though I’m a sexy switch, I still have some dark fantasies. I’ve talked about my revenge fantasies for my father and all the men who abused me as a young girl. And I’ve been able to exact revenge on a few of my father’s friends. But they do not remain the only folks I fantasize about killing.

I fantasize about killing my mother too. Matricide I think they call that. My dad abused my mother, and I witnessed it many times. But I was too young to really help her. And one day, she packed up her bags and she left. She did not take her daughter with her. So, she left me in that hell hole with a violent man. She either thought he wouldn’t abuse his own daughter, or she just didn’t give a fuck. But she never came back for me or even reached out to apologize. And overtime, the sadness I felt over the loss of my mother turned into anger.

And now I harbor some deep dark fantasies of revenge. Without my mother leaving, maybe my father wouldn’t have abused me. But better yet if she had taken me with her, we both could’ve been free from him. But my mom only thought about herself. So now I fantasize about setting her up for a rape fantasy. And I found help on the Internet on just how to do that.

Revenge Fantasies Seem So Sweet to Me

Sites exist where folks can share their fantasies. I found a site that doesn’t moderate their content at all. And people can share their rape fantasies and their home invasion fantasies. So, I did some research. I hired an investigator and he found my mom down in Florida. I used a VPN to mask my IP Addy. And once I secured my identity, I went into that chat room as my mother and gave out the address. Told men to break in through a window because that would make it seem more real.

Two days later, Tony messaged me that I put up a really good fight. That I convinced him I didn’t really want to be forced fucked. Honestly, I was not sure my plan would work. Too many variables I couldn’t control from a distance. I didn’t know the layout of my mother ‘s house. I didn’t know if she remarried and had more offspring. But my plan worked. And Tony never realized that the rape fantasy he acted out was with my mother, not me.

My mother deserves more than just rape phone sex fantasies. She deserves to be tortured or even killed. What kind of woman leaves their small daughter with a monster. I just wanted her to enjoy a small taste of what I endured for 10 years until I ran away. Now that I found my mother, I can fuck with her, and she’ll never know it’s me. I doubt she ever gave me a second thought after she left. Revenge fantasies really get my motor rolling.

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Dark fantasies get me soaked in victim blood

Dark fantasies I don’t like to admit to my Dark fantasies. Because they are so fucked up when I say it allowed, I feel silly. But the sound of flesh meeting flesh, soaked in blood, makes me crazy.

I’ve learned to surrender completely!

To merge my existence with my Master Daddy’s twisted pleasures.

When he commands me to prostitute myself to other depraved souls, I comply eagerly, knowing full well what’s going to happen.

I like it when the dick is in me, and he comes behind and stabs the guy in the neck. That blood splatters all over me, soaking my tits, dripping down to my wet cunt.

It’s crazy how much blood is in the human body, 1.5 gallons! And when it’s spurting everywhere, I can feel the cock inside me lose its hardness. I’ll squeeze my pussy down on it as tight as I can to keep it stiff till I cum. It’s a filthy Dark fetish, but I fucking love it!

Marley

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Your Dark fantasies might be evil enough to make me cum

Dark fantasies Tell me your Dark fantasies. Do you like it when a bitch screams in pain? I do.

 

I like it bloody and raw. I’m a fuck-hungry whore who loves the taste of flesh.

 

Unleash a torrent of perverted tales to make me cum!

 

So what was the youngest hole you put your dick in? I want all the gritty details!

 

I bet you are such a sick fuck you don’t have an age limit. Good, I think the younger the more depraved.

 

When you stuck your P.cock in her bald slit, did you ease it in or just put it in all at once?

 

Oh, all this nastiness is getting my pussy ready to cum! I want to help you engage in gruesome fucking. That means that asshole needs to be fucked too.

 

I would love to taste your P. Cock after you stuff her little butthole! I want you to fuck it so hard and deep you little fuck the guts outta her, and then I can indulge in my Dark fetish and suck on that bloody cock.

Roxy

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 Dark Fantasies are what I was made for!

 Dark Fantasies are what I was made for!

It’s almost like I was built in a lab to withstand any torture that man can put me through.

I have a sick and sadistic mind.

That means I live to push myself to see how much pain and twisted shit I can take from you.

Go deeper. Go harder. Don’t stop till I’m begging you to stop.

See what you can really put me through.

Take your nastiest fantasies out on me, bring the pian to life.

See how I can take it with a big smile on my face!

Make me cry, make me bleed, take your worst out on me.

Let me show you just how much of a filthy, pathetic whore I can be!

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Cora

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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

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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.”
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