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Home Invasion Phone Sex Is My Fantasy

Home Invasion Phone Sex I’m on the couch watching my favorite TV series late at night. Since I live alone, my TV is my therapeutic white noise.   All of a sudden I hear an extremely disturbing sound of glass breaking. It wakes me up immediately. I’m wearing nothing but my panties and bra so I jump up off the couch in a world of panic. “Who’s there?” I yell out as I’m fumbling to find my robe. I have no idea what to do. I’m not only scared, but I’m in panic because I have nothing to protect myself from this intruder. All of a sudden this 6ft, muscular image rushes towards me, wearing an all black ski mask and full black attire. Holding a pistol he yells, “Shut up and get down on the floor!” I’m in full panic mode. “Sir please! I don’t have any money, you can take anything!” I said as my body is shaking uncontrollably. “Do you really think I want this filthy crap that you own? I don’t want any of your chump change either.” He say’s in a tone of disgust. “Get down on your fucking knees you worthless bitch!”

All of a sudden he rips my bra off in excitement. He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at my big perky breast and my brown hard nipples. He lowers his gun as he see’s that my cries are getting softer. His hard dick is bulging through his black pants. He unzips his pants and pulls his hard, thick cock out and forces it down my throat. I’m gagging as tears roll down my eyes. He’s choking the fuck out of me. His eyes are rolling in the back of his head as he’s enjoying my wet mouth. “Yes baby, keep going you fucking whore!” He goes deeper and faster. I can sense that he can’t hold back anymore. He cums all over my face. “Yea you bitch!” Now get up and clean yourself up.”

I turn towards the couch, gather my bra and panties as I’m still crying. When I turn back around with hesitation, he disappears. I sigh with relief, slip into my bra and panties and head towards my room.  I actually enjoyed that fucking dick and wished that he cums again.

Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender for a Destiny Sealed

Snuff sex is my ultimate edge. When I hunt, I find the perfect specimen for my incantations and sacrifice. With my pale skin glowing with unholy allure, I whisper satanic incantations under my breath.
As Morticia, the young gothic seductress, I thrive on the thrill of snuff. Where pain twists into eternal ecstasy for my dark lord. Tonight, this pathetic mortal kneels before me, his eyes wide with foolish lust. Obviously, unaware that his cock will be my offering.
First, I circle him like vultures to their feast. Now with my wicked smile, I trail my sharp nails down his chest. Moreover, my Evil phone sex razorblade nails rip open his shirt to expose trembling flesh. ‘Kneel deeper, worm,’ I command, and he obeys, his erection straining against his pants.
With a swift motion, I yank them down, freeing his throbbing dick. Meanwhile, I stroke it teasingly at first, feeling it pulse in my grip. So, then I squeeze harder, drawing a gasp from his lips.
Transitioning seamlessly, I bind his wrists with silver chains etched in runes, securing him to the altar where his doom awaits.
Next, I summon my ritual blade, its edge gleaming with infernal promise. Henceforth, I press it against his balls, slicing shallow at first to savor his screams.

Snuff Sex is The Ultimate Surrender

Ultimately, blood trickles warm and sticky, mixing with his pre-cum as I laugh maniacally. ‘Your seed belongs to Satan now,’ I hiss, and with one brutal slash.
Finally, I castrate him completely. So, his severed cock twitches on the stone, and I scoop it up, admiring its mutilated form. But I crave more; I carve into his thighs, flaying skin to reveal quivering muscle beneath.
As his cries weaken, I force his mouth open and shove the bloody stump against his lips, making him taste his own ruin. Then, I plunge the knife into his gut, twisting it to spill entrails in a steaming pile.
Finally, I feast—biting into his warm flesh, chewing the tender cock like forbidden fruit, blood dripping down my chin. Moreover, his life ebbs away as I orgasm from the sheer power.
Furthermore, waves of sadistic bliss crash through me without ever yielding my body to his. In this snuff ritual, I claim another soul for the abyss. Ultimately, my form untouched by his filth. Join me in the shadows; your end will be divine.
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Girls Can Survive Gangbang Rape Porn with Help From a Veteran

gangbang rape pornI know people who make gangbang rape porn. Some put me in their films once upon a time. But I aged out for most people. But I survived the circuit because I’m scrappy. This world chews up and spits out teenage runaways. Many girls I saw on the circuit, I stopped seeing. Perhaps, I outlived most of them.

But that’s just the kind of world this is. Only the strong survive. Only the ones who can adapt and make themselves useful can flip the script. I went from snuff starlet to accomplice. Now men hire me to find them costars. Since I am a woman, I can usually convince a young girl to come in for an audition without using force. Some put up a fight when they realize they are not auditioning for a horror film, but a snuff porn instead, but I deliver them, nonetheless.

Last week I drove up and down the red-light district. Most cities still have them. Although most escorts and hookers you can find online now you can always find lot lizards, druggie whores, and teen runaways on the streets. And that’s where I hunt for the next snuff stars. And I found a beautiful young blonde girl that my client would enjoy. She reminded me of me at that age.

I almost felt bad for her. She gave me a backstory much like my own. So, I came clean with her. And I taught her everything she needs to know to survive this world. But she can make great money doing underground hardcore films. And if she is smart with her money, she can stay in nicer hotels or even rent a place. Without a drug addiction the money you can make in the snuff world goes further.

Young Girls Need a Mentor Like Me to Survive the Streets

So, during our hour car ride to meet the man who hired me to find him a girl, I tried to explain exactly what to expect. Now this guy legitimately makes underground films. He does makes mostly teen rape porn movies. But he pays his starlets handsomely. I weighed the odds for her. And I told her how I survived this guy 20 years ago.

It takes a special woman to survive this world. But if you can survive it, you can make great money. And she took everything I told her to heart. Because when the camera started rolling, I could see her checkout in her mind and go to some happy place. You need to tune it all out. Focus on the money. And focus on your survival. I did not have a mentor when I ran away from home and ended up on the streets.

She made a great film. The director gave me a handsome finder’s fee and he paid her too. I gave her my share of the money because I liked her. And I want her to survive. After 15 men gang banged her tight teen holes, I took her back to my place. My place seems like paradise compared to a hostel or a shelter.

The became the first young girl I have taken under my wing. I want her to survive in a world where most young teen runaways don’t survive. So, I’m going to help her survive. I’m going to introduce her to the best men in the business and tell her who to avoid like the plague. Perhaps, I will even make some movies with her for live streaming. Make us both some money and keep her all to myself.

Blasphemy sex hails the mighty to destroy pussy

 

It’s time for Blasphemy sex, and I kneel before my Master Daddy; his commanding presence fills the room with an unholy energy. His eyes, burning with an otherworldly lust, lock onto mine, and I tremble.

Satan is going to make my little pussy sore!Blasphemy sex

I am but a submissive snuff slave, bound to serve his every depraved desire. And tonight, he will summon Satan and take on his power! It’s a ritual that will break me, but I am willing to serve.

His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers the incantations, his words dripping with malevolence and promise. I could feel his masterful cock growing inside me. His cock becomes possessed by the Dark Lord and gapes my holes like crazy.

When he gets to the maximum size, he will force it in my asshole and prolapse me. Fucks it back in, but it hurts so much. I don’t cry, I scream, I yell out for Satan to take me.

“Oh mighty one, let me serve you in Hell, if you see fit!” He never does, he always keeps me alive. I know when my time comes, I will meet Satan on my knees.

But for now, I have a cock bigger than a horse’s wrecking my holes. Creating the darkest Satanic worship Ass rape porn. I know I deserve the suffering, and in the end, the more pain I feel and the more whorish I am, I get a reward. Satan gives me special powers, and I use them to lure more victims to sacrifice.

 

A Female Snuff Porn Director Turned Me into a Gangbang Whore for Man’s Best Friend

snuff pornI worked with a female snuff porn director last night. That I think might have been a first. Most of the people in the seedy underworld of snuff films are men. Women usually serve as the stars of such films. However, they rarely exist behind the camera. So, when I heard she needed a mature woman for an underground film, I showed up for the audition. And I got the part.

She told me I looked perfect for the job too. This would be a mommy rape fantasy come to life on 8 mm film. My first mistake was assuming that with a female director this movie would not be violent. And my second mistake was agreeing to the gangbang rape porn aspect of the movie. I thought just a bunch of teen boys would fuck my pussy and ass. And I’ve experienced that many times in my life.

But only one of the costars for this gang bang movie walked on two legs. The rest looked like man’s best friend. Beasts from hell ravaged my fuck holes while my pretend son masturbated. Essentially this female snuff director takes boy fantasies and turns them into violent fantasies for other men to beat off watching.

Beast Porn I Hate, But I Do What I Need to Do for Coke

So, this violent pretend son wanted to watch all the neighborhood furry beasts ravage his mother. Gang bang the fuck out of her. Keep her holes gaped open. And humiliated too. At one point, my costar smeared peanut butter all over my body to attract the beasts from hell. And for a moment, I thought they might rip me to shreds. One of them bit my tit. What did they do starve these creatures before forcing them on me?

But I’m not a fan of four-legged creatures. As pets yes but as lovers, no. They don’t do it for sexual pleasure. Instincts for breeding not pleasure. And their little dicks feel like they have shards of glass taped to them. They hook inside of your womb and tear it from the inside out. So, by the time this little snuff sex video concluded, I looked like raw hamburger meat. My ass and my pussy bled. I could barely walk. And to think I thought a female director might be gentler on my fuck holes. That couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Bloody Phone Sex Because I am a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexAs a horror movie junkie, I’m a fan of bloody phone sex. I like to make a mess. For me, I’m living my best life when I turn a simple murder into a gorefest. A guy once called me a gore whore, and I do believe that’s true. I’m very visual. And at the end of a kill, I seem most proud of myself when I’ve dismembered a victim, cut off his dick or sexually mutilated her junk and left nothing but blood, internal organs and sinew in my wake.

I’m a fan of over kill because overkill throws suspicion off me. Makes cops look closer to home for a personal motive. Overkill suggests familiarity not a random encounter. And that’s because overkill suggests rage. And normally folks do not get that sort of rage from a stranger.

When I murder somebody, I can control my rage. I don’t really feel rage for them. It’s more that I just like violence. And I like blood and guts. It’s not personal. The way I see it, I get rid of some asshole or bitch who the world will never really miss, and I get my blood and guts fix.

As a Gore Whore I Turn a Crime Scene into a Blood Fest

Over the weekend I killed a couple. A husband and wife who steal from the elderly to fund their drug habit. I got wind of them before the cops ever did. That’s because I listen to the chatter in chat rooms on the dark net and to people talking in public spaces. I did my research and quickly uncovered the couple. Sometimes I must do police work for the police.

Would the world miss two tweakers? I didn’t think so. So, I broke into their house on Saturday night. And I put them out of everybody’s misery. They start with robbing people for their addiction. But it will make them kill somebody someday. I verified that this couple was behind a slew of home invasions over the past year. I tied them to at least a dozen home invasions where elderly people lost their life savings.

Overkill Throws Suspicion Off Me

People who prey on the elderly for financial gain deserve death. And they deserve a very messy painful death. A trailer park couple with drug paraphernalia everywhere, I think the cops would assume this was a drug deal gone bad. I completely massacred the couple. Sexual mutilation. Excessive stab wounds and dismemberment. It would point to one of the cartels. But I don’t even think the cartels would worry about two tweakers.

But the amount of overkill I demonstrated in their brutal deaths will point to a more personal motive. I even used a chainsaw to take off their legs and arms. But I did that while they still breathed so they would feel it. And so, it would create a bloody massacre. Bodies don’t bleed the same if you dismember and cut them postmortem.

Normally I would prefer the torture sex to last all night if not even for days. However, this couple did live in a trailer park with neighbors so I couldn’t take all the time I wanted. But I did make it a gorefest for the time I did spend with them. And they felt it. They suffered. And they died. Actions have consequences. Even if the police don’t put two and two together, there might be some sadistic bitch like me who does. And what I do to somebody seems far more terrifying than prison.

Snuff Movies Make the Best Date for Training

Snuff movies make the best first date. In fact, I crave the rush of forbidden thrills- This is especially when they involve breaking innocent teens in the most brutal ways.
Last night, I dove deep into my teen anal rape fantasies. I was imagining myself as the predator in a dimly lit alley. Here, I grab a wide-eyed girl, barely legal, and force her down. First, ripping her skirt aside to expose that tight, virgin asshole.
Without mercy, I shove my strap-on deep inside, pounding relentlessly as she screams and squirms. Her body betrays her pain with involuntary clenches, milking my toy. All while tears stream down her face. Next, I slap her ass hard, leaving red welts, and whisper how she’ll beg for more destruction soon.

Snuff Movies are Made For Dark Desires

Transitioning to the underground theater, I picture a secret show where volunteers get fucked raw on stage. Now, I volunteer eagerly, stripping naked before a crowd of perverts.
First, a masked man drags me center stage. Then bends me over and rams his thick cock into my ass without lube. Ultimately, he thrusts savagely, splitting me open as the audience cheers.
Simultaneously, I gasp and moan, my pussy dripping from the humiliation, while another joins.
Meanwhile, double-penetrating my holes until I’m a sobbing, cum-soaked mess. The pain twists into ecstasy, my masochistic side thriving on the public violation.
Then, decapitation porn floods my mind—oh, the ultimate snuff high. Now, I fantasize about tying a teen slut to a guillotine. With her neck exposed and trembling.
Then, as the blade drops, her head rolls, but not before I finger her gushing cunt one last time. Intently feeling her final spasms. Blood sprays, mixing with her juices, and I lick it clean, aroused by the vivid destruction.
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Finally, fantasy date rape role-play seals my night. Here, I lure a naive date home, spike her drink, and watch her slump. Then my partner and Master come into the scene. First I strip her limp body, probing her slack pussy and ass with my fingers. Finally, Master lines up his dick in that tight pucker, and fucks her senseless.
Then she wakes mid-thrust, fighting weakly, but he puts a belt around her throat and chokes her. While she lets out strangling gasps from her lips as Master cums hard inside her ass.
Asphyxiation heightens everything—her bulging eyes, purple face, the way her body convulses in death throes. In fact, Master destroyed her completely. Essentially, leaving a broken doll, and my pussy throbbing from the power.
These fantasies fuel my darkest urges; I live for the taboo edge where pain meets pleasure. Who’s ready to play?
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Domination Phone Sex is Hot When You Take Charge of ME!

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Domination Phone Sex is so fucking hot when you take charge of me.

I can’t help but be a submissive little fuck when I’m around you.

Being a good little sex slave for you.

But sometimes you piss me off so bad with your demands, I want to turn around and dominate you.

Show you what it’s like on the other side of the ropes, when I hold the keys to the handcuffs.

I want you on your knees, completely submitting to me.

I want you to know that I will take what I want, and if I want your cock right now, it will be mine.

You are powerless over me when the mood comes over me, you drive to be held down and raped for you, thinking you have authority over me.

You are my little sex slave now, and your cook will be mine now.

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Domination Phone Sex Streams with My Son Gives Mommy a Violent Makeover

domination phone sexExtreme domination phone sex live streams make my son money. Plus, it gives me the best pink cocaine. I understand the trade-off with my son. The best cocaine around in exchange for a few broken ribs and a violent makeover. I’m always game because my son brings me the best cocaine ever. And when he arrived yesterday, I showed off the fresh injections in my lips. My son likes me getting those injections because it turns my lips into cock pillows. My son seemed extra stressed, and I know that one of his stress release mechanisms is to beat mommy beautiful.

With my fun bags on display, he turned them into punching bags quickly. As I teetered on stiletto heels, looking like a pencil within inflatable tires, he started to beat me beautiful. Pushed my head in the bowl of cocaine while he punched me in my kidneys. He would hold my head in the coke, while punching the sides of my face at the same time.

He managed to punch my eyes, my cheeks and my lips too. When he let me up for air, my face looked Geisha white with pink tinge from the cocaine, and you could see the bruises already appearing. It gave me a sort of glam look. The live stream started the moment he arrived, and I could hear the tip chimes pouring in as he punched all around my body.

My Son Loves Me. He Beats Me Beautiful So I  Can Enjoy Great Cocaine

But I’m his ass rape porn star too. And no live stream would be complete without some abuse of my prolapsed asshole. He started punching my prolapse before he decided to string me up by it. He tied a string around my prolapsed asshole and spun me around like a lasso. When I landed on the ground with a thud, he spit in my face and punched my jaw a few times. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he helped me until they flew across the room.

I’ll do anything for my skinny powder. He kicked me, punched me and even spit in my face before he grabbed me by that prolapse and dragged me across the room. Chimes poured in. I knew he needed my ass pipe. So, he grabbed my prolapse, pulled it taught, and put a zip tie on it to turn it into his private cock sleeve. But instead of regular lube, he used icy hot as the lubrication for his new flesh light/ass sleeve. Ouch. The icy hot burned through my prolapsed asshole as he pounded my prolapsed ass.

He lit mommy up like the Fourth of July punching every ounce of my body while he mutilated my prolapse with his cock. When I collapsed onto the floor, he body slammed me. He takes full advantage of me. As he continued to beat me beautiful, he told me I seemed like a natural bottom bitch. But everybody knows that’s true. Cocaine makes me stupid and easy.

Somebody Needs to Beat Mommy Beautiful

When I saw him pull out the plastic bag and fill it with some Coke, I knew he wanted suffocation phone sex. He loves to watch me try to snort all the cocaine in the bag while he fucks my prolapse and fists my cunt. If I pass out, he punches me awake and we do it again. This always makes the chimes pour in too. With a bag over my head, he punched my eyes until they swelled shut.

Then he used my prolapsed asshole as a handlebar and dragged me to the bathroom so he could drown me in dirty toilet water. He forced my head into the toilet and held it down while he fucked my prolapsed asshole. When he wanted to give me a breathing break, he would flush the toilet. And he periodically pissed in my mouth too. He turned me into his piss pig and kept trying to drown me in front of his life stream audience. And they appeared to eat it up based on the number of tips that poured in.

I Look Good with a Violent MakeOver

And for his final act of violence, he decided to fuck my piss hole. He loves to hammer my urethra. As he shoved his dick down the only tight hole I still possess, he let mommy up again. I felt some ribs cracking as he punched and fucked my pee hole. He loves giving mommy a violent makeover. According to him, it makes me look prettier. So, he just kept punching, fucking and drowning me in the dirty toilet water.

By the time our live stream concluded, I looked completely swollen with my skin already turning black and blue. He hate fucked mommy. Punched my face, my head, my kidneys. Pissed on me. Kicked me. Fucked all four holes violently. But I know my boy loves me. I’m his cash cow. I’m a guaranteed money maker for his live streaming audience. He left me with a nice big bowl of pink cocaine so I can lick my wounds until the next time he needs money, feels stressed or both.

Bondage Phone Sex Fantasies, I Can’t Say No To You!

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Bondage Phone Sex fantasies where you tie me up and make me beg.

The thick rope tying my wrists behind my back pulls my shoulders back.

My plump chest is out, and my breasts are ready to be bound as well.

I want to feel completely helpless when I’m with you.

You twist the rope around each breast and pull hard, making them just mounds for you to play with.

Next, you shackle my ankles far apart, exposing my cute little pussy to the world.

And no way to close my legs or say no….

And last but certainly not least, the contraption that keeps my mouth wide open for any and all dick that comes my way.

No matter how much I choke and gag, I won’t be able to stop you at all!

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