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Take your Dark fantasies out on me, I want to suffer

Dark fantasies Take out your Dark fantasies on my little slut holes. I’ve always had a dark craving to suffer at the hands of a beastly stud, to be utterly destroyed and dominated.

Let’s face it, when I’m around horny males, they seem to transform into wild animals, their primal urges taking over. It’s a beautiful thing to behold.

Just recently, I was expected to entertain a group of rambunctious gentlemen. Who knew those pious young men harbored such pent-up energy inside?

These guys were drinking hard and parting like there was no tomorrow, and when I entered the picture, they morphed into horny devils.

I was there to purge their aggression and frustrations. That’s what a dirty, worthless whore like me is supposed to do. These guys gave me no mercy, either.

We’re talking primal, unrelenting fucking! They didn’t just claim my holes; they conquered them, determined to mark their territory and fill me up.

 

It was really crazy that a bunch of holy rollers turned into savage beasts, driven solely by the need,

to rut and reclaim my sinner pussy!

 

The way they gripped my hair, spat filthy encouragement, and slammed into me without an ounce of mercy made my core throb. They gave in to their Dark fetish and pumped so much cum into me. I know they wanted to breed my whore pussy.

Marley

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Dark Fantasies are the Only Kind

dark fantasiesDark fantasies are the only ones for me. Clearly, I am not a romantic or boring. No vanilla sex for me. I am more about payback. Maybe I am a vigilante of sorts. But in my defense, I tell men my rules. They smile, agree then don’t listen to a single rule. Mike is a dumbass. I told him he could be my victim or my accomplice. But nothing in between.

And he wanted to hunt for something young and tender. However, this dumbass somehow thought I could serve as his something young and tender. He tried to force himself on me. But that is not something I cannot let slide. So, I decided cbt phone sex seemed appropriate. This man did not need his balls if he could not use them properly.

So, I stabbed him in the gut when I found him on top of me. But I stabbed him just right. I know how to miss the organs. No way did I want him to die. Well, I did not want him to die before I removed his testicles. Do not feel sorry for him. He knew my rules. And he chose to ignore me. So, he got what he deserved.

Not All Men Deserve Their Balls

I carved up his balls. Peeled the skin like an onion. His cries of pain made my pussy wet. And I made sure to tell him why he deserved it. He planned on force fucking me. So, I intervened and saved myself. I have every right to defend myself. I poured some alcohol on his peeled balls. But he almost stroked out on me.

I watched him slowly bleed out. Brought a smile to my face, Again, he asked for this. So, do not show any sympathy for this loser. I am full of cock and ball stories. Men, remember you are my accomplice or my victim. And sometimes both.

Sadistic Bitch Venus

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Dark fantasies with an evil cum lover slut

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I woke up to the sharp, cold blade of a knife against my throat and hot breath in my face. Some man that I didn’t know was on top of me, pinning me down to the bed and hissing orders at me. This side of town was supposed to be safer than where I had moved from. The first week that I lived here and I was already a victim. After beating the shit out of me, he sliced my panties off and pressed his cock up against my cunt.

The intruder slammed his hard dick in my pussy and slid the blade of that knife across my throat. Blood poured from the open gash and he forcefully pounded my cunt.

I put up as much of a fight as I could but being a petite, young slut, there wasn’t much I could do. He was a big, strong man who could have knocked me across the room in one blow. I thought that being calm and complying with his demands would cause him to take it easy on me. Instead, he degraded me for being such a scared, little bitch and then slit my throat while violently force fucking me.

His hands clasped around my throat gripped tighter and tighter as his cock pounded in and out of my cunt. I was already fading out but the searing pain of his dick ripping into my dry asshole and tearing it open, brought me right back. The last thing that I felt before going cold and limp was his cock jumping deep in my cunt, filling me with hot cum. I was a slutty, used up fuck toy until the very end.

 

 

Stephanie

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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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Take out all of your evil Dark fantasies on me

Dark fantasies This man’s Dark fantasies were absolutely bone-chilling! I was sold for the weekend to this seemingly meek, nerd-kind of guy.

 

Master Daddy told me the guy is a big horror fan and wants to use me to act out these evil scenes he concocted.

 

I played the slutty final victim!

 

He came out in a creepy Pinhead mask. He played the role so well, like he just walked out of the gates from Hell. His mask wasn’t the best, but his energy made up for it.

The whole time, he was cold and calculated. Revving up the fear in me as much as I could. I wish I could say I was playing along, but even as a seasoned snuff slave, I was still very frightened.

Sharp chains and menacing spikes tear into my skin, ripping open slices of flesh that spurt blood and flesh along the ridges of my tits and belly. The man’s cruel sadism knows no bounds as he drives a spiked metal dildo up my pussy.

I thought he was going to use his own cock to fuck me, but no. He just tore me up with all of his gadgets and toys. Every sensation felt so evil to me, just as if these torture sex tools came from Hell. I’m just grateful I survived his Snuff fantasy!

 

Marley

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Dark Fantasies Become Even Darker When I Party

dark fantasiesDark fantasies I never mind exploring with men who call me. When I party, my mind goes to very dark places. Places I honestly didn’t even know existed in their recesses of my mind. To my family, I’m just a soccer mom. Not exactly a boring vanilla one because I do fuck my boys. However, they don’t know about my dark desires.

And nobody understands what I’m willing to do for cocaine. The things I’ve let men do to me and the way I’ve let them violate me. You might think I’m crazy. But I’m just a pain slut. And a coke whore. So, I enjoy fulfilling men’s dark needs to satisfy my cocaine habit. I’ve made snuff porn and I’ve let men explore their most violent rape phone sex fantasies with me too.

Over this weekend, I let eight men violate me. I made a gang bang porn with some of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen. But if you know anything about me, you know my holes can handle it. Well, I thought they could handle it. If they took their turns and fucked me one cock at a time in a hole, maybe I wouldn’t be sitting in a bag of frozen peas right now. They didn’t want to turn me into their three-hole whore. They want to turn me into an eight-cock whore.

My Mind Gets Dark When I Party

Three dicks in my pussy, two dicks in my ass and three cocks in my mouth. I thought my jaw might break. My ass did prolapse. And my pussy looks like I just gave birth to triplets. It’s so wide I think your head would fit up my cunt right now.

It’s not what I signed up for. But I needed that money to buy coke. So, I let them use me for hours. By the time it ended, I could barely crawl to my clothes. Cum oozed out of all my holes. My asshole hung out my body. And I couldn’t shut my mouth.

I’ll take a snuff fantasy over the phone any day over this violent shit I endure for coke money. Good thing I’m a fucked-up druggie soccer mom. I lead a duplicitous life. But I know one day my family will find out about the dark depraved shit I’ve done in my life.

Taboo Mommy Blair

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Dark fantasies with an evil accomplice bitch

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Call and tell me what I should do to the guy that I have chained up to a table in my basement. I’m usually an accomplice but something came up with this guy. He tried to slip something in my drink at the bar and payback is a bitch. I slipped something in his drink instead. Some shit that’s way more powerful than anything he could ever find on the street.

I brought him back to my place just in time for him to black out and collapse.

He’ll be waking up soon and facing what he thought was his victim only to realize that he’s mine.

I’m going to scorch his toes with a blow torch and then snip them off with bolt cutters. Same with his fingers. I should probably cut his tongue out before I staple his nuts to the table with my industrial stapler. The sound of pained screams does make my cunt drip though. Slitting his sack open and taking each nut out to force feed him is next.

Give me instructions on how to really torture him. Maybe I should whip him until his skin is hanging off of him in big shreds. Should we slice him up or just cut into him and snatch out whatever organs I can grab?

I want him fading out in the corner while I use his blood to finger fuck my cunt for you.

 

Toni

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Dark Fantasies Serve as a Wake-Up Call to Self-Entitled Bitches

dark fantasiesMy dark fantasies run darker than most people can imagine. I’m not some vanilla girlfriend with a dark side. I am the dark side. And my mind works overload when I meet someone deserving of mutilation or death. This vain coed walked into a Golf bar and started insulting everybody for looking like corpses. She’s not a sadistic bitch like me. She’s just a mean girl. But she’s a mean girl for no reason. All my kills and the folks that I torture deserve it.

So, I followed this bitch home to her crappy little apartment and decided to teach her some manners. Show her that her mean girl behavior comes with consequences. I wanted to snuff her out. And I think perhaps a jury would find me not guilty because the bitch had it coming. But I wanted this one to live with the constant reminder of what her bad behavior earned her.

This is no taboo role play. I mutilated that woman with my knife. I carved ugly on her forehead. So, until she dies, she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Plus, I carved rather crude names on her tits and her belly to scare off potential suitors. And I cut up her face because she seemed too full of her own self.

Some Bitches Deserve a Constant Reminder of Their Bad Behavior

This little bitch acted like a bitch because of her own insecurities. That’s not a justification for treating Goth girls like crap. I wore an executioner’s mask. So, I felt secure she couldn’t pick me out in a lineup. I’m not dumb. If they see my face, they die.

This girl never saw my face. And I’m glad because I wanted her to live with the torture and constant emotional pain of realizing no skin graft can fix these scars. Perhaps now she better understands how her actions come with consequences. She can’t just walk into a Goth bar and insult the patrons and walk out.

Not my Goth bar at least. I’m the avenger. I don’t do fantasy. Unless of course you have a snuff fantasy then we can explore it. But I’m not the girl you call for the girlfriend experience. However, I am the one you call if you’re a pain slut or you’re in need of a sick accomplice.

Sadistic Bitch Venus

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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 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

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