Category: Taboo phone sex

Ass Rape Porn Star Violated By Her Son on Camera

ass rape pornMy son paid me a visit this week to make an ass rape porn. He could never stay away too long even though I think he tries. He just loves his mommy’s big boobs and big cock sucking lips. Of course, he turned mommy into a bimbo slut for his live stream shows. And I never minded looking like a bimbo or letting him fuck me up on camera because in exchange he gives me the best cocaine ever.

And he arrived at the right time because I appeared bone dry and desperate for coke. I would’ve ended up going to see somebody far worse than him. He loves my bony ass, my big cunt lips, my gaped pussy and of course, my prolapsed ass. First thing he did was kiss his mommy and show me the big bag of pink cocaine he brought me. He let me do a line before he fisted my asshole. He turned me into his fuck meat puppet. Yanked my hair and dragged me in front of the camera. He made me fishhook my mouth and slap myself a few times too.

He loves torture sex with mommy. So, he skull fucked me, turning my mouth into his cock sleeve. My throat bulged with his cock. And I’m sure to the viewing audience, it looked like I swallowed an anaconda. Well, he shoved his big cock down my throat, he punched my fun bags, and he kicked me in the sides too. Plus a few sucker punches to the stomach and ribs. When he pulled out the zip ties, I knew punching me served as warmup.

Live Stream Shows Never Go Well for Me

He let me snort some more coke as he continued to punch my two huge bowling balls. Eventually, he had to yank my face from the bowl of cocaine. And luckily, he lets me do some because it dulls the pain. No doubt my fun bags looked like they might pop anytime soon.

I thought the zip ties might be for my hands but silly me. He brought them for my tits. And he tied them up like torpedoes. They looked like they might burst and I think one of them did burst cause I’m all lopsided today. But my son will fix my tits with the money he earned from the live stream show.

And it’s no wonder my boobs need some repair. He had those zip ties way down at the base cutting off the circulation to my boobs. But I think the baseball bat he took to each tit really did the damage. On camera, he beat my tits lopsided, punched me in the head, and tried to choke me out with a belt. Just part of a live stream with my boy.

One of These Days My Son My Actually Kill Me on Camera

Although he enjoys torturing my boobs, my ass serves as his cock sleeve. He spends most of his time abusing mommy‘s already gaped and prolapsed asshole. He made me push out my prolapse for the camera, and when I did, he zip tied my ass on the outside. And then I saw the plastic bag, and I realized this might quickly turn into a snuff porn. But he’s my boy, he loves me. Plus, I’m his cash cow. He might damage me quite a bit, but I don’t think he would ever kill me intentionally because then he would lose his money source.

While I showed off my prolapsed asshole, my boy put a plastic bag over my head. And then he joked about watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy while I sucked his cock and he suffocated me with a plastic bag. Well, I thought he meant it as a joke. Do you know how long those movies are if you watch them all together. So, for like 12 fucking hours I sucked his cock while he punched me in the side of the face and tits and suffocated me with that plastic bag.

I’m still black and blue with a lopsided boob and a few cracked ribs. But my boy loves me black and blue. Those appear to be his favorite colors. He thinks I look prettier with black eyes and bluish-purple skin. He left me with a lot of cocaine to nurse my battered body. And I’m sure he will return. He can never stay away from abusing his own mommy very long.

 

Evil phone sex with Stephanie the snuff loving slut

evil phone sex

The evil phone sex calls that I take confirm my suspicions that the world is getting darker and more depraved by the second. I love it! More men than ever are stroking their cocks and blowing loads to fucked up fantasies of mutilation and torture. It makes my whore cunt drip thinking about how a good majority of those evil men are sick Daddies with tiny, little bitches already at their disposal. I can’t even count how many I’ve talked to about being their accomplice and helping beat, abuse and snuff out their own precious, little angels. That last sick fuck had a wife on hospice, ready to croak any minute. He made my pussy tingle when he started talking about the mental torture of making her watch as he force fucked her little daughter right in front of her. He wanted her to leave this life watching her innocent, young brat get her holes ripped wide open and I was too eager to help. We talked about me holding that half dead bitch by the hair and making her look that brat in the eyes while he drilled his dick into her and made her scream in pain. Beating her and force fucking her in front of Mommy wasn’t enough either. After he drained his balls into that tiny cum bucket bitch, we forced her to hold a pillow tightly over her Mommy’s face until she stopped kicking and flailing around. Torturing and snuffing the little slut was the hottest part of our fantasy but you’ll have to call me for those kinky details! 

 

Bloody Phone Sex October is Almost Over, But I Plan to Still Kill

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex October is nearing its end. And that makes me sad. But I can continue my murderous spree anytime. It doesn’t need to be only in the month of October. I kill and torture any day of the year. However, in October, I just kill more. Plus, I kill more randomly. By that I mean, opportunity, not necessarily revenge or to make a statement.

Although I do prefer to kill with a purpose, I have been known to kill somebody out of convenience. And last night, the person who enraged me suddenly disappeared in the bar. And I looked for her. She must’ve sneaked out the back. Perhaps she knew I intended her harm. This little twat spilled a drink on me and made some snide comment. And I even acted on my best behavior, but the little bitch still had an attitude. She insisted I buy her another drink since she spilled her drink on me while walking through a crowded bar texting. Not my fault.

I decided she deserved a snuff sex death. However, when I lost her in the crowd, I took all my rage out on another girl. A cute coed. But now a dead coed. I don’t often partake in rage kills. By that I mean, I rarely kill somebody as a surrogate for the person I want to kill. But this one bitch filled me with so much rage that I selected a girl who looked like her. I drugged this girl. And when the drugs kicked in, I told her I saw somebody roofie her drink. So, I took her home to keep her safe. But no one feels safe with me.

Sometimes, We Must Kill a Surrogate for Our Rage

Once we entered my home, I started stabbing her and gutting her like a pig. She seemed half out of it from the drugs, so she did not fight me much. I made a bloody mess. But that does seem fitting for bloody October. She took a while to die. Even with her intestines on the floor and blood spurting everywhere, she continued to breathe. And I know I could’ve slit her throat and put her out of her misery because that’s a quick death. But it aroused me watching her fight. Although we both knew she could not stuff her insides back into her stomach and live, she still tried.

And then she took her last breath. I must’ve stabbed her over 100 times. But no doubt the wound that killed her resulted when I stabbed her belly button and sliced her up to her sternum. That’s when her entrails fell out of her body. I made a great snuff porn, but sadly, I never caught it on film. That’s because I did not plan this kill. But the death still felt satisfying. Because I pictured this surrogate dead girl as the bitch from the bar who spilled a drink on me.

I made lemonade from lemons last night. Perhaps I will see the girl I really wanted to kill again sometime. But next time I won’t need a surrogate because I’m going to kill that fucking cunt. But until I find her, perhaps you and I can carve up some bitch together. Like I said, I don’t care if it’s October or July, I can murder anytime.

Roleplay Phone Sex is The Best Way to Explore Our Dark Needs

roleplay phone sexRoleplay phone sex on a snuff site means we can be as nasty, disgusting and violent as we want to be. Or at least as much as you can handle. It might surprise you to know that I have no limits. Most of us at this company do not have any limits.

 Even though people might try to regulate what porn we watch, who we want to be, and who we fuck, as far as I know, we still have free freedom to think. And so far, no laws exist to persecute us for our thoughts and fantasies no matter how dark that might be.

So, I like to help men role play their darkest fantasies. Maybe that’s a snuff fantasy or a rape fantasy. Or perhaps they are a pain slut, and they want to experience some extreme CBT fun. Whatever it is I’m here for you.

When John called me the other night, he seemed nervous to tell me what he wanted. So, I reassured him that I truly have no limits. And reminded him that only actions have consequences not thoughts. And he finally confided to me that he thinks about fucking a young brat.

I told him teen rape porn would not exist on the Internet if only he had thoughts like that. And then I told him all about my experiences as a little girl with my daddy who used me as his personal cum dumpster for years. Hearing me tell him about the first time my daddy violated me, made his dick hard because I could hear him slapping his meat.

Some Brats Deserve a Good Force Fucking

And although we could’ve continued along those lines, I suggested we fantasize about a little girl that he wanted to fuck. And he immediately told me about his niece. Honestly, she sounded like a bit of a cock tease to me.

I painted a vivid picture for him as his accomplice. And I can do that because I spend my days as an accomplice. I help men on and off the phone explore these dark fantasies they possess. For some men, they will never act on them. Talking to me or a woman like me satisfies that urge.

However, for others, my vivid imagination and role play skills pushes them over the edge. So, they must act on their desires. Me bad. No, not really. I have no problem being the reason some little brat gets forced fucked, killed or tortured.

John told me he would never act on his desires. But I’ve heard that before. When we ended our accomplice phone sex call, I told him I was happy to take him down the rabbit hole until he couldn’t handle it anymore. When that happens, John will need to fuck his young niece. And I know he’s thinking about it.

Personally, I hope he does. Not because I want him to go to jail or cross any moral line that he might have for himself. But because I think she’s a cock teasing little twat who should learn at an early age she can’t get away with that shit.

Blasphemy Sex with Cora

Blasphemy Sex

Blasphemy sex might be some of my favorite sex, simply because of how naughty it is. You and I both know this is sinful. 

One time, I was standing in front of my house when two strapping young fellows came walking by, asking me about Jesus Christ. Tall, skinny, and wearing a thin black tie, I just couldn’t help but notice how sexy they looked. I just had this urge to corrupt their morality, so I lied and said ‘Come on in.’ They really thought they were going to teach me about the word, HA.  I got down on my knees and made them yell ‘Jesus Christ’ in a way they’ve never said before. I showed them what a blowjob was and how amazing a girl’s mouth can feel. They tried to hold back their smiles because they knew God was watching, but God just watched them blow the fattest load in my mouth. After thanking me for the experience, they ran all the way back to curch before anyone found out our little secret. 

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy are Popular with Me

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies I fulfill on and off the phone. I think there will always be plenty of men who want to fuck me up. And many want to do so just because I remind them of mommy. My stepson enjoys getting violent with me. However, my sons do not. And sometimes mommy wants rough sex. But I always get rough sex cranked up as high as it gets. It seems I always remind somebody of the mature woman who teased them incessantly.

Bobby promised me some coke in exchange for a rape fantasy. He seemed like a normal guy with mommy issues. I did not meet him in a nefarious place. He did not sell drugs for a living or make snuff films. Just a horny boy jonesing for some mommy pussy. And it seemed to go as I expected initially. We went back to his place and enjoyed some role playing in the bedroom. But then he tied up his bitch mama. And that’s where things turned nasty. While tied up, he punched me a few times.

He might’ve broken a rib. I heard a bone snap. Then I felt immense pain. So, I asked him to stop and let me go because I needed medical attention. However, he told me the fun had just begun for him. Something snapped in him. I met Mr. Hyde at the bar, but Mr. Jekyll greeted me in the bedroom. His rape phone sex fantasies for mommy turned violent on a dime. I misjudged his mommy fantasy.

So Many Men Enjoy Mommy Rape Fantasies

This young man smacked me, punched me, choked me, and even told me he planned on killing me. I feared for my life. Once again, I made the wrong choice. I am a violent man magnet. Not sure what about me it is that makes men turn into Dr. Jekyll with a smile. I just needed to figure out how to get out of this mess.

Although I did some cocaine, I still had enough sense to think about how to get out of the situation. I did not want to end up dead. Even though I know my death might be inevitable with my lifestyle, I’m a fighter. My family makes me fight for my survival. What Dr. Jekyll did not realize is that I’m double jointed.

So, when he turned away for a second, I got my arm out of the restraint. And I grabbed him by the balls. For a woman, the best way to get out of a sticky situation seems to be grabbing a man’s testicles so hard that you make them fall to their knees. He went down for the count, giving me enough time to untie the other restraints.

I kicked him a few more times in the balls. He very fucked me, but he never came. He did crack my rib and left quite a lot of bruises in the short time I spent tied up, but I did not become his snuff porn star because I survived. Women like me learn to be scrappy to get out of trouble and death. When will I ever learn. Men dangle cocaine in front of me like a carrot and I take the bait every time.

Pound Out Snuff Sex With Rena

Let me tell you about the latest snuff sex enoucnter I experienced. As I lay naked and helpless on the cold, hard surface, my body trembling with anticipation, he approaches me like a predator stalking its prey. His rough hands grip my hips tightly as he roughly spreads my legs wide open. He doesn’t say a word; instead, his eyes speak volumes of the violence that awaits me.

The first sensation is an intense burning pain as he forcefully pushes his cock into my mouth, filling it to capacity and choking me slightly. I can taste blood mixed with his precum as he begins to thrust in and out of my throat at an alarming pace.

It feels like he’s trying to rip through the back of my throat with each brutal thrust. My eyes water uncontrollably from the pain and humiliation but also from pleasure because this is what I crave – this raw animalistic sex that leaves me feeling used up but satisfied deep down inside.

Next comes the turn for anal penetration which hurts even more than expected due to how tightly clenched up I was beforehand from fear and excitement alone! But once again, there’s no escape for me now; all hope has been lost since we started this twisted game together long ago…

snuff sexThe head of his cock presses against my sphincter muscle before forcing itself inside without any mercy or lube – tearing through skin like tissue paper under extreme pressure until finally breaking through into my ass hole where it starts pumping in and out rapidly causing spasms throughout every inch of flesh around it while leaving trails of fresh blood behind as evidence of our perverse act. The pain is unbearable at times but mixed with the pleasure that courses through my veins like an addictive drug makes it impossible for me to resist or stop him from taking what he wants from me – which seems to be every inch of my body now sore and bruised from his rough handling yet still begging for more punishment underneath its broken exterior.

Torture Phone Sex is Making me Expose an Exhibitionist- Meet Lynnie

Torture Phone SexI’m a damsel in distress. Threatened by torture phone sex. Everyone Meet Lynnie. He has been Showing His ass and His cock all over fucking California! He has made promises to Kill me. Torturing me, by slicing my cunt, and removing my limbs if I didn’t expose him. He has promised to make me die a slow and painful death, if I don’t do this.

I can’t tell you how scared I am. I don’t want to get beaten and  fucked and have my pussy cut up into little bits. Lynnie Cockmiller has been recorded pumping his cock and showing his asshole all over the Fresno Area. He even threatened to cut my nipples and tits off.

I don’t want to be a bloody mess! I’m in fear for my life, Lynnie wants to make me his victim.  He will fuck me, and rip off my limbs turning them into bloody stumps. Here is my first real exposure of him. The first of many, because I want to live. This is his actual cock. You can’t imagine all the naughty nasty things that are to Cum from Lynnie….

I will keep exposing him for the nasty exhibitionist he is! He has done unimaginable things and Im gonna to tell you all about them. I’m not doing this of my own free will. I’ve been intimidated, menaced and coerced by Lynnie, and If I don’t do this then I will be murdered. As scared as I am, My cunt still leaks and quivers. It must be all the excitement and the threat of being killed.

 

 

Torture sex brutal and bloody gets my cunt soaked

Torture sexTorture sex, with its brutal and bloody undertones, has always been my ultimate turn-on. Each drop of blood, each cry of agony, sends a rush of adrenaline through my body, making my cunt wet and aching with need. It’s a primal reaction, one that taps into the most visceral parts of my being. The more brutal, the more intense, the more I crave it.

What truly sets my soul on fire is when I have a hot guy with a hard dick, willing to make little bitches cry and bleed on that dick. I’ve got a special little treat for us to play with. A tight little Snuff sex slave. She’s a young fresh thing that no one is looking for. She is at our mercy and I don’t want to give her any.

I’ll ravage her little cunt with your cock and I want you to pound her hips broken. Fuck her cunt to death. And when your cock is all covered in blood in gore, I want you to rail it into me. I want to cum on her blood and hail Satan when I do!

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Lose Your Balls

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earns me a decent income. You might be surprised at how many men fantasize about me either castrating them or killing them with a big knife. And sometimes men even hire me to torture them. I meet them on the dark net, and they pay me to kill them. Although men like that appear rare. More men pay for torture than snuff.  I take their money either way. No returns. No regrets.

On Wednesday of last week, a man paid me to castrate him. Not kill him. Just take his balls to stop his urges for little girls. I mean, if he ever got arrested the court might order a chemical castration anyway. His addiction, according to him, becomes stronger every day and it’s becoming harder to deny his cock what it really wants. Can you relate to that? And I get it. Those little girls look hotter every day. I see schoolgirls who look like they might already be coeds. I see most of those little tramps as cock teasers anyway.

If you pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I plan to give it to you. Take your money and leave you with no testicles bleeding in your bedroom or wherever we do the castration. Hank wanted castrated in this seedy little no tell motel. I’ve done far worse things in that motel than castrate a man. So, I met Hank in room 207. I brought my knives and everything I would need to seal up the wound once I removed his balls. And I even brought a ball gag to stifle his screams. Not even the biggest pain slut can handle castration without a scream.

Some Men Hire Me to Snuff Them, But Most Hire Me to Castrate Them

I used a castration band first. That helps reduce the amount of blood. And he did not want to die. He just didn’t want to act on his urges for a tiny little tot. Not the first time I’ve removed a man’s junk because of his evil urges. At least a man who hires me for such things I consider self-aware.

Although the castration band helped stop the flow of blood, when I chopped his nut sack off, it still made a mess. But looking at those sheets in that no tell motel, I think worse things stained them than his blood. What a disgusting place. But it’s a place where you can literally get away with murder because nobody cares.

He got the castration phone sex he desired. But he bled a lot more than I expected. Lucky for him I brought a soldering pin to stop the flow of blood. However, it burned his pubic hair, creating an awful smell. But again, not the worst smell in that place.

I left him there. Not to die. But to rest because castration takes a lot out of you. No doubt he will feel sore for a couple months, but his evil urges will dissipate. He can think about doing bad things to little girls, but I neutered him, so he’ll never be able to act on those urges again. What about you? Do you feel like losing your balls today?