Category: Violent phone sex

Teen Rape Porn Under the Influence Might End Up a Snuff Flick

teen rape pornHe wanted to make a teen rape porn. The only problem, he did not know how to find himself a teenage girl. This is not a guy I met on the darknet or through my former master. I met Tim last year in a Barnes and Noble coffee house. I accidentally bumped into him, and he recognized me from the strip club. Nothing sexual with him. We just became friends.

But last week we shared our dark fantasies. He came back to my place after the club closed. Not to fuck. Just to enjoy a cocktail, watch a scary movie and talk about our wicked desires. Tim possesses a dark streak. However, I know he’ll never take his dark needs out on me. He put me in the friend zone. Perhaps you could say I put him there first. I never wanted to fuck Tim. Despite his dark desires he just seemed too vanilla for me. Too boring for this taboo phone sex slut.

But he brought this drink back from Europe when he traveled. It’s called absinthe. And apparently that shit is illegal in the US because of its high alcohol content. I’ve never been one to blame it on the alcohol, but I think that night my impulsive actions were the direct result of drinking the strong shit. Once Tim nodded off on my couch, I got in my car and drove around looking for any young girl to make his fantasy come true.

Sometimes, Booze Gives Us an Impulsive Streak

Now Tim didn’t specify if he wanted a young teen girl or a coed teen girl. And since I wanted to be his accomplice for free, I just grabbed him a drunk coed. She just turned 18. She mistook me for her Uber driver. I guess Uber lets you select female drivers. So, I went with it. She seemed drunker than me. Maybe she wouldn’t realize we weren’t at her home. I took her inside, woke up Tim and told him Christmas came early.

Perhaps he thought he was still dreaming. But he didn’t miss a beat. He pushed that girl down on my couch, ripped off her clothes and shoved his cock in her ass raw. We were all drunk. And I didn’t plan this out. Either we would need to pay this girl a lot of money to keep her mouth shut or I’d need to snuff her. I let him enjoy her tight butt hole well I thought of a plan to get us out of this mess. The alcohol made me act boldly and without thinking, so I left a trail.

I mean I brought this girl into my own fucking home. How stupid is that. I started to sober up quickly and plot her demise while Tim enjoyed her tight holes. He appeared drunker than me, so I acted like the devil on his shoulder and told him to strangle her. Erotic asphyxiation. And I even told him a little white lie that it would make her cum so much harder.

Dead Girls Tell No Tales

Yeah, I manipulated my friend to take care of the problem I created. But hear me out. Win win situation. He finally got to fuck a teenage ass. Strangulation phone sex fantasies go similar. Choke a bitch out while you fuck her. Watch the life drain from her body as you dump your seed into her unwilling cunt or ass.

I made Tim think that she wanted to be strangled. Knowing that the alcohol would make him squeeze her throat just a little tighter. And then I acted appalled when he killed the girl on my couch. And I made him get rid of the body and bury it somewhere she’ll never be found.

No more of that foreign booze for me. Clearly, I can’t handle it. And neither can Tim. But Tim got to fuck a teenage girl like he wanted. And he killed my impulsive kidnap victim. Perhaps somebody saw a blonde woman in a Toyota Camry pick that girl up but with as dark and rainy as it was nobody will be able to identify me. Tons of blondes in this town. And lots of Toyota Camrys too. I’m not too worried about anybody linking me to another dead drunk coed.

Torture Sex and Snuff Porn Gave Me a Night to Remember!

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He’s fucking me with a murderous intensity now, his chest heaving against mine. He flips me over, forcing my face into the cold metal, my ass hoisted high in the air. “Take it, you fucking slut! Take every inch!” he screams, slamming back into me from behind. Each thrust feels like he’s trying to punch a hole through my pelvis. I can feel my insides bruising, the trauma of the sex turning my body into a canvas of purple and blue.

 

He reaches for a serrated knife, the blade glinting under the fluorescent lights. He doesn’t cut deep, but he drags the tip across my buttocks, leaving thin, stinging lines of blood that mingle with the sweat. “You’re almost dead to the world, aren’t you?” he whispers, his voice dripping with malice. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back to look into my glazed eyes.

 

I’m hovering on the edge of a blackout, the pain reaching a crescendo that feels like death. He lets out a guttural roar, his pace becoming frantic, his cock hammering into my ruined pussy. He erupts inside me, pumping hot, thick loads of cum deep into my womb while he bites hard into the nape of my neck. I collapse, sobbing and twitching, my body covered in welts, cuts, and bruises. I am completely destroyed, a shattered piece of meat, and as I drift into unconsciousness, I only hope he wakes me up to do it all again

Not Even Bondage Phone Sex Feels Safe for Me Anymore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sessions leave me tied up and vulnerable. Although I realize it seems like a big gamble to agree to a bondage photo shoot or movie with any of these unsavory people I work with, I just think about the coke or the money to buy coke. And common sense goes out the door. Believe it or not I do possess some common sense when sober.

But I’m rarely sober. And any person fucked up makes poor judgment calls. I’ve worked with Jeremy before. Although he treats his models roughly, he pays them well too. He’s a legitimate porn producer. However, what he makes is strictly for the dark web and private collectors. So, it can still be a gamble.

We agreed to $1000 for two hours of work. That’s like what high end escorts make. And I didn’t even need to fuck anybody. So, he tied up tightly. Lots of rope. He tied me to a St. Johns board so I could not escape. And I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. At first, he just took photos of me in pain and trying to escape my restraints. Then he called in an accomplice, and this turned into a torture sex session.

Even BDSM Shoots Live Me Battered and Barely Alive

His accomplice showed up in one of those all-leather black executioner outfits with the mask and everything. And he brought a variety of whips with him. He started whipping me, and I could feel my flesh stinging and welts appearing almost instantly. Because of his strength, he managed to whip me so hard in a few areas he drew blood. So, I did my best to imagine myself on a beach, doing lines of cocaine and drinking piña coladas.

What lasted two hours felt like an eternity. Not a single ounce of my flesh looked like its normal color. In fact, my entire body looked like I suffered third degree sunburn. Blisters started to form quickly. My skin looked bright red like a lobster’s body. And I could barely walk.

That director kicked it up a notch this time. And he gave me no warning. But he did pay me. And I immediately went to collect my coke. This taboo phone sex whore lives to snort coke another day. But I know I’m running out of my nine lives quickly.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Women Enjoy Too

violent phone sexMany men harbor violent phone sex fantasies. And in my experience those violent fantasies keep increasing. I think the crazier the world gets the more stressful men feel. And men work through stress with violent fantasies. They either want to kill someone, force fuck someone, or beat the crap out of someone. However, men are not the only ones with those fantasies. Sometimes I want to throat punch a bitch.

As a sexy switch, I’ve been on both sides of the violence. But now I’m spoiled as the accomplice. So, I prefer to help you with your violent fantasies than be on the other end of your fist. Usually, men hire me as the accomplice when they want to fuck something young and tender. And a few women have hired me to assist them with a violent boyfriend, or husband. Yet other times, I just help a bitch out because she needs the help.

When I went to the club last night, I already felt at my wits end. Just one of those days that steamrolled me. One annoying little mishap after another. And I wanted to throat punch somebody. Then this douche bag walked into the club. Total loser. We hate this guy.

He managed to get himself blocked from the club for a year and I really don’t understand why the owner let him back. He’s somewhat of a local celebrity. But everybody knows he gambled away most of his fortune. Now he comes into the club and expects free shit, including lap dances because of who he was 30 fucking years ago.

Some Days, You Just Do Not Want to Fuck with Me

He gave one of my new girls shit. More shit than he usually gives. Not the day to fuck with me, I told him. He spit on me. And in my face too. That was all I could take. Killer phone sex rage consumed me. So, I kicked him hard enough in the balls that he fell to his knees. And then I started punching. Me, a blonde bimbo in stripper heels. I do yoga and Pilates. I don’t bench press my weight. But so much rage came out of me that I didn’t realize how hard I punched him in the face.

The stripper looked at me mortified because I was coated in this loser’s blood. Oops. I didn’t kill him. Not in the club at least. The bouncer helped me take him out to the alley. He’s helped me in situations like this before. So, I got into the van with the bouncer, avoiding the cameras, and we took him to the middle of the woods.

The bouncer gave me a baseball bat and told me to treat him like I was in a rage rooms. The bouncer encouraged me to murder this guy because he knew this guy well enough to know I would end up in prison for assaulting him. And the club might close too.

A Woman Is Capable of Extreme Violence Too

Fuck my life. My day just kept steam rolling out of control. I wouldn’t survive one day in prison. So, I took that baseball bat and completely crushed his skull. In fact, his brain matter splattered all over me. I felt bad because I made my bouncer an accomplice to my crime. I didn’t premeditate this. But I knew what kind of mood I was in. And I should’ve restrained myself. But once he spit in my face, I went off like a powder keg.

I guess I’m just as capable of impulsive violent tendencies as a man. This marked the first time I killed somebody not in self-defense. Or being paid as an accomplice. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no saint. I’ve helped men do some very awful things to young girls. But rage murder? This felt like a first.

But I admit how good it felt. I’m not saying this guy deserved snuff sex, but he’s not a good human being. Nobody’s going to miss him except for maybe his bookies. But I did discover that I am just as capable of violent rage as most of my callers and clients. So, men, don’t piss me off. I’ve got a taste for blood now and I think I like it.

Violent phone sex forces me to make very naughty decisions

Violent phone sex gets this evil bitch everything that I need. Especially when I am running the biggest and naughtiest underground whore house in the city. 

My place is a den where the most twisted perverts come to indulge!

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 Among them is my prized customer, a man with a fat cock and a fat stack of cash. He likes to get sick, as perverted as possible. I knew his taste for fresh young girls, so I showed him the freshest ones I got.

 

I just got these three street trash brats that were gonna end up selling their pussy anyway. So why not at my establishment? They were much younger than the other girls, but I knew it would be perfect for him.

 

 I lined up the tight little bodies and told them to get naked in front of their new Daddy. His cock got really hard at all those smooth hairless cunts, but the one he really wanted was the dark meat.

Her grabbed her by the throat and forced his cock inside her mouth. The way she was flaying around made me laugh. He abused her black cunt with his fingers first. She was so tiny he had to work her open to fit his cock in.

Her high-pitched squeals of agony were blood-curdling in a really good way. He didn’t spare a moment because it was all about that Torture sex. He really wanted the little black bitch to suffer, so I squeezed her neck as tight as possible so she would pass out and then fuck her wide awake. Her little pussy looked like bloody ground-up beef after he was done with her.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies My Son Explores with His Fists and My Body

violent phone sexMy son gives me coke to explore his violent phone sex fantasies on camera. He live streams our “Beat Mommy Beautiful” sessions. The best son ever. But I’m his cash cow. Our live violent sessions bring him a lot of money. And I do with him what I do for snuff directors. I traded my fuck holes and my dignity for some cocaine.

No drug dealer sells better coke than my son. He let me snort some lines off his dick. We call it my skinny powder. It truly is the best weight loss drug. And I knew when I saw all the camera equipment set up, we were doing a live session. My son refers to me as his violent muse. I bring out the best in him. Perhaps the worst in him too.

One of these days, I know our live stream will turn into a snuff porn. He might go too far one time and really crack my skull. After some coke, he shoved his cock and his balls in my mouth at the same time. Didn’t ease it in. Just shoved it in without warning and started to choke me as he skull fucked me. He took off his belt and put it around my neck. But first, he spit in my face and he tightened that belt which made my eyes bug out as I worshiped his cock and balls.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He spat on my face and punched me a few times as the chimes rolled in. Anytime I hear a chime from his computer, I know one of his viewers tipped us. My son pays attention to what gets the most tips and that’s usually breaking most of the bones in my body. My boy loves me. He would never hurt my sniffer. As I began convulsing on his cock, he released the belt so I could breathe.

He pushed me on the floor. I laid on the floor naked in only my high heels, and he started kicking me while I was down. Kicks to my ribs. He even kicked me in the pussy a few times. I’m essentially a bag of bones. So, it’s easy to destroy me. But with the best coke, I always heal.

While I laid there in pain on the floor, my son shoved the bowl of cocaine in my face so that I would snort. Cocaine appears to be the best pain med. My son came towards me with a dental spreader, which he put in my mouth. He wanted to see if he could turn my mouth into one big fuck hole. And of course he did. He pushed his cock into my gaped mouth and fucked me some more. He pissed down my throat and, on my face, too. And the chimes poured in.

My Son Made Me His Cash Cow

He dragged me by the hair across the room. I felt like a human mop. But I’m so many things. A human cum receptacle, a fleshlight, a cock puppet, a punching bag and a mommy whore.  He tied my arms behind my back and hoisted me in the air by my tits. Yes, you read that correctly. He’s suspended me in air by my tits. It felt like my nipples might rip off my body. I could see them already turning dark purple

Because of my history with my son, I assumed he would just go Mike Tyson on me for a little bit. Treat my body like a boxing bag. But instead, he turned me into a human piñata. He took a baseball bat and started cracking it on my face, tits, ribs, and back. He avoided my nose, but he covered every inch of me with that baseball bat. And the chimes became deafening.

While my son used me as his punching bag, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. And he hit that hard too with the baseball bat. My son appeared in a mood. A torture sex mood. While my ass dangled on the outside of my body, my son took a ziptie to it. That’s how he turns it into his fleshlight. I could feel my prolapse swelling up as he hit it a few times with the baseball bat. It felt like he channeled that carnival game whack a mole.

A Mother’s Job Includes Doing Anything Her Son Needs

While still suspended in air by my nipples and a ziptie around my prolapsed asshole, my son decided to fuck my ass. He loves the little fleshlight that my prolapsed asshole becomes from the ziptie. While he fucked me, it turned into his cock sleeve. He punched my back and my sides. Luckily, I could still snort some cocaine to dull the pain. My son eventually cut me down from where I dangled. I fell to the floor with a thud. And just when I thought it all might be over, he decided to bend me like a pretzel so he could fuck my fourth hole. According to him, it’s my only tight hole that remains.

He used a speculum to spread me like the Grand Canyon. And that exposed my pee hole. So, he shoved his cock in my bladder balls deep. He calls this mommy son bonding time. He pushed my little bird’s legs behind my head, exposing that fourth hole he loves so much. And he just kept fucking it. Pissing in it and filling it with cum too. Ouch.

Sometimes, My Son Hits Me So Hard it Scrambles My Bird Brain

My son put his cock balls deep in my urethra while he pinned me to the floor like a pretzel. Every awkward position you can imagine my son put me in. Eventually, he pulled out of my pee hole and tried to suffocate me on his cock again. I guess I didn’t suck his cock with enough enthusiasm. So, he tossed me across the room repeatedly while tied up. And joked that he broke his mommy.

Eventually, he filled my shit hole up with his cock snot. My prolapsed asshole swelled up like a balloon. As he pounded my rosebud, he drilled my skinny body into the floor. And he saw a chance to ram my head onto the floor some more. No doubt he scrambled some of my brains. Since some cock snot still dripped from his cock, he shoved his dick down my throat, making me taste my own ass on his cock.

At least I have time to heal with some good cocaine until he needs another live session. I’ll be nursing my sore holes with some of the best blow around until then. Sometimes a mother’s job includes being her son’s punching bag and cash cow.

Evil Phone Sex is The Best Thing Ever For a Daring Time

Evil phone sex is the ultimate sacrifice. And I exist as a vessel of pure malice. As a Satanic evil witch whose every breath serves the dark will of the Abyss.
So some seek to become enlightened. However, I find my true purpose in the exquisite symphony of agony.
Consequently, my favorite pastime is the meticulous torture and mutilation. Thus, it’s those unfortunate enough to wander into my sanctum that earn it.
Now, I don’t merely kill; I dismantle the human spirit. And piece by piece, to ensure the offering is sufficiently seasoned with terror.
Furthermore, the process of sacrifice is a sacred ritual. And this ritual requires absolute precision. After all, every bit of one’s being is used to feed a demon and spirit.
First, I start by peeling back layers of skin with a rusted blade. Therefore, I savor the way the flesh parts. Ultimately, I reveal the raw, pulsing muscle beneath the flesh.
Accordingly, I carve occult sigils into their chests to bind them to their duty in the spell. So, ensuring that every scream echoes in the glory of Satan.
As the blood pools around my feet, I feel a surge of necrotic power coursing through my veins. Ultimately, there is no greater ecstasy than watching the light fade from a victim’s eyes. As I offer their mangled remains to the Prince of Darkness.
Therefore,  I secure my place as his most devoted and sadistic servant.
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Group Blasphemy sex pleases the Dark Lord

The Blasphemy sex rituals that my Master Daddy comes up with are always so brutal. Recently, he made me get a dating profile to find people to play with.

I met this married couple and a hot teen stud. I definitely catfished them a bit. See, they didn’t know of each other or of my master daddy. And they didn’t know they were just pawns until it was too late.

I brought the lambs to the slaughter. Blasphemy sex

First, I got the couple over, and after a few hours, the hot boy showed up. They weren’t put off; in fact, we had the hottest group sex I’ve had in a while.

But then Master Daddy and a few of his followers entered the room. They were chanting a powerful spell that made these people stuck in the fuck zone. They weren’t aware of the danger around them.

The hooded followers sliced the men’s throats first, and then the dark pope handed me a dagger, and I plunged it into the woman’s t. She was in mid-orgasm, and her blood was captured in a goblet, for all of us to drink.

The power of Satan was in our veins. I could feel his satisfaction at our sacrifices, and he blessed us. We fucked each other on top of the Snuff sex victims, and I was implanted with Satanic semen.
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I Help Men Make Their Teen Rape Porn Fantasies a Reality

teen rape pornI love helping men make their teen rape porn fantasies come true. Honestly, it gives me great pleasure to help a man fuck a young girl in the ass for the first time or even in her pussy. Most men when I bring them something young to play with, want to fuck both holes. Can’t say that I blame them.

Larry and I go back decades. When I first met him, I turned 18 two days prior. And he wanted to make me a star. At the time I felt desperate for money and didn’t really understand what he meant by star. Star of what I should’ve asked. He put me into all sorts of hardcore anal porn videos. Underground stuff mostly on the dark net. He did make me a star. An ass rape porn star.

Although Larry made hardcore videos they seem sort of PG-13 compared to the stuff that’s out there now. He wasn’t into having me beaten or anything extreme like that. My daddy popped my ass cherry about 10 years earlier, so it never seemed that hardcore to me.

Perhaps my father and his drunk poker buddies desensitized me at a young age for brutality. That might be the reason why I don’t mind helping men like Larry find a younger model. The world seems full of teen runaways desperate for money just like me once upon a time.

My Eye for Talent and My Snuff Experience Make

Larry helped me make some decent money so I could stop living on the streets. Perhaps I could hook up another girl the same way. Honestly though I will admit that this new crop of teenagers and barely legal girls seem like a completely different breed. They seem more self-entitled. I mean they come to snuff auditions with a laundry list of things they won’t do. Do you want the money, or do you want to be a pain in the ass that nobody will work with?

I found Larry a barely legal teen girl for his anal torture sex movie. She looked like a mini me. Blonde buxom and desperate for cash. I found her in the warehouse district which is not safe for a girl like her. Larry loved her. And I prepared her. I explained exactly what to expect from Larry. And she agreed.

Sometimes, I Like to Help Young Runaways Find Work

Desperate girls should be willing to do anything a director or photographer wants if they want to be paid the big bucks. When I made snuff, I earned hundreds of dollars. But the girls now can earn thousands of dollars.

My street walker seemed perfect for the gig. Larry loved her. And she loved Larry’s money. He pays well, but he does brutalize an ass. I made out with her and let her eat my pussy to distract her from some of the pain. Plus, I knew Larry would pop off faster watching this teen girl eat my pussy. He filled her ass with cum. But he prolapsed it too. My tongue soothed it and eventually, I could push it back inside for her.

But her ass took a beating. However, he did pay her a couple thousand dollars for 2 hours with her ass. He gave me $1000 as a finder’s fee. I ended up giving her half of my finder’s fee. This way she can stay somewhere nicer than on the streets for a couple months. I survived living in hostels, fleabag motels, and sometimes shelters. No one helped me. But I want to help this new crop of desperate teen runaways.

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum!

Violent Phone Sex

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum.

I am a tough bitch who can take the pain you want to give me.

I want you to pound this pussy so hard I scream out in pain.

Hold me down and force me to take your big, girthy cock raw; don’t even lube it up.

I want it to hurt! Tie ropes around my tits until they are swollen and red.

Twist my nipples until I’m squirming in agony.

Then face fuck me to get me to shut up.

No one can hear me scream if there’s a big cock in my mouth, cutting off my airflow.

Then flip me around with my ass high in the air and arms shackled around my back.

Spread my ass cheeks wide open and fuck my tight little booty hole.

Ripping me from the inside, until blood is on your cock.

Use my blood as lube and fuck me even harder.

Don’t stop until your cum is mixing with my tears.

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