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Violent Phone Sex Happens Even When I Do Not Go Looking for Trouble

violent phone sexMen love to explore their violent phone sex fantasies with a redheaded mommy. Most men find me a double poison. A ginger whore and a mommy whore. Whatever reason men demonstrate a lot of anger towards redheads and mommies. So sometimes I feel because I am both, I get the brunt of the abuse.

Sometimes you could say I asked for it. I seek it out because I want to earn money for cocaine. Other times, it just happens to me. And last night it just happened to me, and I didn’t even get any cocaine out of it. I met a friend at a dive bar. This guy and I never fuck. We just party together sometimes. And bitch about our spouses. His wife seems just as uptight as my husband does about our love for the white powder.

I drank a few beers with him and then he left because his wife started texting him incessantly about his whereabouts. I decided to stay and finish my beer. And that right there appeared to be my mistake. Sitting alone in a bar filled with men looking at me like hungry vultures. I knew I would struggle to get out the door without becoming a gangbang rape porn star once again.

Even When I Don’t Go Looking, Trouble Finds Me

I minded my own business. Paid my tab and started to leave. I kept my eyes down so that nobody could say I made eye contact with them and I asked for it. But before I got out the door, somebody grabbed me by my curly red hair and pulled me back. And I almost reached the door handle. The bartender locked the door, turned off the outside lights and yelled to the bar patrons, “showtime.” What the fuck I thought. Showtime, what the hell did that mean? For a moment I thought they might turn into hungry vampires like in From Dusk to Dawn.

And yes, I became scared. Very scared. All these men descended on me like a pack of rabid wolves. They tore my clothes off and smacked my face. Some of them choked on me while a few others pissed on me. Once they stripped me naked one guy lifted me up and slammed me down on the bar where the rest of them proceeded to gangbang me.

So, I looked over to the bartender with pleading eyes of help, and he just laughed, pulled out his camera phone, and started filming my assault. Nothing worse than drunk, sweaty men all on top of you fucking you and forcing their cocks and their fingers into various holes. Why does this always happen to me. Even when I don’t look for trouble, I find it. I should’ve left with my friend.

Men Love to Gang Bang a Ginger Mommy

About 30 men fucked me. And violently fucked me too. They wanted to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with a ginger mommy and they did. Cum oozed out of my ass and my pussy. Plus, chunks seemed lodged in my hair and all over my body too. I smelled like cum and piss. Bruises started showing up on my body from where they grabbed me, pulled me and punched me.

But eventually, the bartender unlocked the door, turned the lights back on and told me to get out. And he warned me if I said a word of this to anyone that little video would be sent to my husband. I didn’t doubt him. He knows my name. And with my credit card information on file, he could certainly find out where I live and obtain my phone number easily too.  

But I am on video getting gangbanged in a bar. Yep. Keeping my mouth shut. So once again, I cannot go to the cops. I must take the abuse and figure out yet another lie for why mommy came home covered in bruises and walking like she just went horseback riding.

Accomplice Phone Sex Turns Men into P Lovers Quickly

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex I find thrilling. Mainly because they focus on somebody else and not me. Of course, I help men, but I no longer take the brunt of the abuse. When I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time for my former master, I never thought I would end up as a professional accomplice. I told myself back then I just did it for my freedom. And this constituted a fight for survival. But honestly, I like it. Not sure if I always liked it. But at some point, I came to enjoy kidnapping young sweet girls for dirty men like you.

Friday night, I helped Charlie out. For decades, he fantasized about fucking some super young girl who would feel incredibly tight on his dick. However, Charlie lacked the balls to do it himself. And since he has the means to hire somebody, he hired me. And I understood the assignment. Bring him a cute young, untouched schoolgirl. And schoolgirls seem more challenging to lure away than teenage girls. But I can handle it. I possess many tricks in my bag.

If Charlie wanted to make a teen rape porn, I would find him the perfect star. One of my many skills involves patience. I can look around until I find the perfect specimen for my client and that’s what I did. For days I watched people at the park until yesterday, I finally found a young little blonde girl, cute too, playing by herself. Her handler seemed incredibly distracted by a cute boy. I needed to drug this one just because she might be too young to buy any of my bogus stories.

Being  The Accomplice is More Fun than Being the Victim

So, I used chloroform on her and stuffed her tiny body into my big stroller and walked right out of the park with her. Then I stuck her in my trunk and drove over to Charlie’s lake house. Nice home. Off-season though so I didn’t see too many people there. And that’s likely why Charlie picked this location. He seemed very happy with the little girl I kidnapped for him. I knew he wanted to fuck her. So, I ripped her clothes off and got behind the camera. And when I said action, Charlie pulled his cock out. And it looked ready for a tight hole.

She started to wake up, so I drugged her again. I couldn’t have her screaming bloody murder. Nor did I want her to identify us. We did not plan on killing this one. Just exploring Charlie’s rape phone sex fantasies with her tiny little body and her tight little holes. She never experienced a lucid moment during the fucking. Just a few intelligible words and some moans while my client rag doll fucked the little bitch. Clearly a virgin because she bled like a stuck pig.

My client didn’t last long. It took me longer to kidnap a girl than it did for him to fuck her. I disposed of her body somewhere she would be found. She won’t remember what we did to her. However, my client will never forget what he did to that little girl. I gave him a taste for what it feels like to be a real P man. And he loved it so much he wants to do it again next week. Well, I will help him if he pays me. I take anybody down that rabbit hole of sweet young pussy for the right price.

Gothic Phone Sex Will Rip You of Your Man Hood

I am Morticia, the Gothic phone sex sadist who thrives on stripping men of their fragile masculinity. Until nothing remains but whimpering, broken boys begging for my mercy.
My latest victim arrives trembling, already half-erect from the shame of what he craves. I force him to his knees and make him recite his inadequacies while I circle him like a vulture.
“Say it louder, worm. Tell me how small your pathetic cock is.
Admit no woman has ever come from it.” His voice cracks as he obeys. The worm is a loser and I laugh—cold, cruel, echoing through the candlelit chamber.
Next, I bind his wrists behind his back with black silk cords. And they are tight enough to bruise. Then yanking his pants down, I expose that laughable little thing.
The dark fantasies start when the blood begins to pour. 
Now my gloved hand wraps around it—not to pleasure, but to squeeze until he gasps.
“This? This is what you thought could satisfy anyone?” I mock, flicking the tip with a sharp nail. He winces; I smile wider.
Next I strap the thickest, blackest dildo to my hips—the one far larger than he could ever dream of being. First, I make him suck it, choking him until tears streak his face.
“Look at you, pretending to be a man while you gag on cock like the eager slut you truly are.” 
When he’s sufficiently humiliated, I bend him over the velvet chaise and take him. Starting slow at first, then merciless, pounding until he sobs.

Pathetic Men Surrender to Gothic Phone Sex Sadistic Morticia

He’s so pathetic his own useless erection leaks helplessly onto the floor. Then I ask if he thinks his balls are empty enough now? Before he can answer I squeeze them hard. “Oh, loser I think they are,” as I run my scalpel along his little dick to his ball sack. With a trickle of blood making its way out. 
Now I whisper how worthless he is, how every thrust reminds him he’ll never measure up. When he finally spills—pathetic spurts onto my boot—I make him lick it clean. With his tongue dragging across the leather while I stroke his hair like a pet.
I live for this destruction. Every man who kneels before me, if lucky to leave on his own, will forever be marked by me.
It’s the truth I carve into his soul: he was never man enough. And he will crawl back, aching for more emasculation, because nothing feels as intoxicating as my disdain
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Ass Rape Porn Stars Live with Gaped Assholes and Prolapses

ass rape pornAs an ass rape porn star, I no longer enjoy tight holes. My asshole and my pussy always appear gaped. My sons love it. They enjoy looking at my holes gaping. However, they think that’s just because mommy’s a whore who likes to fuck. And although that does appear true, my fuck holes look like the Grand Canyon because of everything I do for coke money. Men fist me and they put all sorts of objects in my ass for shits and giggles. Anything to humiliate me. Plus, anything to make me really feel it too.

And last night mommy came home with a gaped asshole because of a violent fisting gangbang. Friday night, I needed coke for the weekend, so I saw this guy who loves to brutalize my ass. But he pays for the pleasure of fisting me. When I showed up at his place, I saw a few friends there. And I knew that spelled trouble for me. One fist in the ass feels bad enough. But 25 fists in my ass? Well, that’s a violent anal gangbang rape porn.

So, I let these men ravage my asshole. I thought they would fuck me. Horny guys partying and no pussy in sight. But apparently, they partied too hard and ended up with limp dicks. And perhaps in hindsight, I did not make the smart choice when I pointed out their limp dicks. Because I think I angered them. And that explains why they fisted my ass for hours. They left their rings on and everything.

Mommy Spends Her Nights Getting Her Ass Brutalized for Coke Money

One guy filmed it. And he joked about live streaming my anal prolapse. One guy reached into my asshole and pulled my asshole out with his hand. And just laughed as I cried in pain. But I’ve been in this place before. Many people love abusing my asshole. They like to take my asshole and make it an outside toy for them to play with. Still to this day, I don’t think anybody brutalizes my ass more than my stepson, though.

But I learned to keep my mouth shut. The anal torture sex felt unbearable at the time, but in hindsight, I know I’ve been through worse. And I will be through worse in the future. My sons loved seeing my gaped asshole when I came home. However, I didn’t tell them what I experienced to earn that gaped asshole. I just let think I went out whoring around.

Strangulation Phone Sex is The Ultimate Harbinger of Demise

I’m Geneva, and Strangulation Phone Sex is only part of killing me.  Just a sexy doll come to life. With long blonde waves, perky DDs spilling out of tiny pink tops, and a tiny waist. But it’s this ass so round and firm it begs to be wrecked.
First off, I love playing the ultimate fantasy fuck toy. Especially when phone sex turns deadly hot. Last night, a caller gripped me with his darkest craving: strangulation phone sex as the ultimate harbinger of demise.
When I answered, he started right off, “I want to choke you while I destroy that perfect ass, Geneva,” is a firm whisper. As this made me wet, I purred back, slipping into the fantasy, my voice breathy and teasing.

Strangulation Phone Sex Isn’t Just a Kink, It’s and End

He pins me face-down on silk sheets, my perfect body arched, ass high and inviting. Then his thick cock presses against my tight hole. With no lube, just raw force as he thrusts in deep.
And I gasp, feeling every inch stretch me, burn me, own me. Now his hands wrap around my slender throat. With his fingers digging in, squeezing tighter with each brutal pump into my ass.
All I can do is claw at the sheets, moaning how it hurts so good, how I’m his helpless doll breaking under him. Next, he fucks harder, slamming balls-deep, choking me until stars explode behind my eyes.
Now breathless, vision blurring—that edge of demise makes my ass clench around him. But I need more, “Tighter,” I beg, voice hoarse. Of course, he obliges, cutting off my air completely as he pounds relentlessly, my body shaking on the brink.
Strangulation Phone Sex
Just as black spots dance, he releases. Finally, his hot cum floods my ass while I shatter in the most intense orgasm. Really teetering on death’s door.
It’s true, Strangulation phone sex isn’t just a kink. In fact, it’s the ultimate rush, the harbinger of sweet, filthy demise.
Who wants to choke this perfect slut next? Call me—I’m already wet thinking about it.

Taboo Phone Sex Fantasies Come True with the Right Accomplice

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. Honestly, I don’t understand why men call for vanilla sex. Isn’t that why you get married? So, you can enjoy the boring shit with your wife and save the kinky stuff for women like me. Sometimes I do crave vanilla, romantic sex. Thus, the reason I’m cross listed on two of this company’s sites. I can be both wicked and sweet and innocent too.

But it makes sense for a woman like me to have a taboo side. I spent most of my youth servicing my drunk father and all his drunk poker buddies. My father did not allow me to attend high school. I think he feared I would run away or spill the beans on what really happened at home to a guidance counselor or teacher. And eventually I ran away from home, but I kept daddy’s secrets.

And now I help men like my father with their preferred dirty fantasies. When I first started this job, I told myself helping men with their rape phone sex fantasies would prevent them from acting on them. Gave them a creative outlet for those fantasies that would put men behind bars for acting out.

I Enjoy Helping Men Turn Their Dark Fantasies Into Realities

 But now I hope some men truly do naughty things to young girls. Despite my past, I grew up ok. Sure, I did not grow up vanilla, but I am an independent woman who can support herself and help others.

Men will always crave something young and tight. And some men will get it and for others it will remain fantasy. But as a seasoned whore and switch, I hope men act on their dark fantasies. In this world, I truly believe you must adopt a survival of the fittest mentality to survive. I survived my youth.

And now because of my experience, I am best accomplice phone sex partner. I’ve been on both sides of the coin. That makes me uniquely qualified to help men like you with your needs for something young and tight on your dick. Fantasy thoughts do not need to remain fantasy thoughts with me.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Gets Cured By Layla As Your Nurse

Medical Fetish Phone SexHello there, my favorite patient. I can see your heart rate spiking on the monitor from the moment I stepped into this private exam room, and we both know exactly why you’re sweating. Medical Fetish Phone Sex was just the beginning of your treatment, but now that I’m standing over you in this tight white uniform, it’s time for a much more hands-on approach to your condition. 

You’ve been a very sick boy, obsessed with the dark, heavy weight of my busty titties, and I’m the only specialist qualified to cure this filthy disease that’s been pulsing through your veins all day long. Lie back and try to breathe while I prepare the first stage of your therapy. 

You’re addicted to the way I command you, and I’m addicted to the way your body reacts to my cold stethoscope against your hot, desperate skin. This Valentine’s Day, I’m skipping the traditional bedside manner because a patient as depraved as you needs a much more aggressive dose of Nurse Layla.

 I can feel your fever rising every time my skirt brushes against your leg, a symptom of the raw lust that only I can alleviate with the proper application of pleasure and pain. I’m going to start by examining exactly where it hurts the most, gripping you with my latex covered hands until you’re begging for mercy. 

You aren’t just here for a check-up; you’re here to be completely dismantled and rebuilt by my touch. I love the way you look up at me, eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and absolute worship, as I explain exactly how I’m going to drain the cum from your ballsack. My voice is the only medicine you need, a low, sultry hum that vibrates in your chest and tells you that you belong entirely to my clinic now.

Don’t even think about moving until I give you permission. This “cure” requires your total submission to my medical expertise. I’m going to use every tool at my disposal to make sure you never forget the way it feels to be handled by a professional who knows your darkest secrets.

By the time I’m done with you, your “disease” will be replaced by a permanent craving for my authority. You’re lucky I decided to take your case baby, because no one else would be willing to go as deep into your fantasies as I am. Now, hold your breath and get ready for the most intense physical therapy session of your life… Nurse Layla is ready to begin.

Teen Rape Porn And The Stinky Pussy

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn makes men take pussy, my foster brother is addicted to it, and it turns him into a sick fuck, he comes into my room whenever he gets a hard on and forces me to suck his fucking cock. 

Tried telling my foster mom but she called me a lying whore then made me lick her unwashed cunt until it was clean, I ate a day’s worth of funk and cum, if I gagged, she punched me upside my head. 

Probably would not have cared much if her pussy wasn’t so smelly, she is really sexy, but that pussy smells bad. 

I think she fucked three or more guys without washing after, my mouth was springing water as her scent wafted across my nostrils, licking her stinky pussy kinda turned me on, knowing I was tasting the cum of different men. 

My foster fathers cum was definitely inside of her, I could taste his salty sweet cum, foster brother too, his taste really sour, guess from his poor diet. I can’t imagine who the third deposit belongs to; it was rather sweet and extra sticky. 

Oh, great here comes foster daddy, guess it’s time for my weekly ass fuck session, he is obsessed with my asshole, he worships it with his thick tongue and a few dildos and butt plugs every Saturday morning. I kinda like it, he is always really gentle with my asshole, his little cock leaks without him even stroking it, think he really enjoys our anal play time. 

My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Vicious to Men

rape phone sex fantasiesMen do not corner the market on rape phone sex fantasies. As an evil bitch, I have them too. For women, but mostly for men. And my fantasies might not be typical. I don’t fantasize about hopping on a big dick and riding it until I orgasm. I own mechanical toys for that. My fantasies lean a tad darker.

The other night I made one of my dark fantasies come true. I fucked a predator in his ass with a strap on that I enhanced. And I bet you’re curious about what I did to that dildo aren’t you. I crushed fine glass with a rolling pin. I dipped the dildo in gorilla glue and then rolled it in the shards of glass that I made. Essentially, I turned my dildo into an ass shredder. And I made a guy my ass rape porn star.

Some Men Do Not Deserve

Although I never struggle to find assholes deserving of my anal shredding, I choose wisely. I’ve learned to fly under the radar for many years. I can sit back in any bar, watch and observe and men never notice me. Unless I want them to notice me. Usually, I hide in a dark corner where I can watch all the assholes attempting to pray on young girls by drugging their drinks. Some of these assholes do it just to get laid. Others possess more nefarious intentions.

For months, I’ve heard chatter about a tall, good-looking man, seducing young girls, drugging them, and selling them to the highest bidder online. He’s a sex trafficker. And that’s who I hunted this week. My many skills allowed me to track him and predict where he’d be. So, I enlisted the help of a young girl who fits his type. Through text messages and hand signals she followed my lead and switched the drinks. Dumb bastard didn’t see us coming. But that’s because he underestimates all women. And that’s a huge mistake.

When we got him back to my dungeon, I woke him up for the entertainment portion of the evening. We both wore that killer strap on I created and shredded his asshole a few times over. Turned his butthole into minced meat. He tried to deny the charges, but I’m also a skilled hacker and I found the site he uses to auction girls to the highest bidder. I traced it to him.

Some Men Deserve to Die for Their Crimes

 Not only did we shred his asshole, but we castrated him too. And he did not deserve clean castration. So, I used a rusty old sickle, cut them off and fed them to my dogs. The expression on his face while he watched my dogs eat his balls seemed worth it all.

We couldn’t let him live. So, we made him a snuff porn star. And we streamed it on the dark web so women could tell us what to do to him. We made the torture last for hours until he begged us to kill him. And we needed to kill him. A trafficker will not stop just because he lacks balls. This man didn’t fuck these girls. He sold them to people who would do far worse things to them. But not anymore. He died a fitting death. Tortured for hours by the very woman he tried to sell. Very fulfilling and altruistic kill.

Knife play gets dirty nasty, force feed me my cum

Knife play phone sexYou called me and wanted to play nasty. Not only make me your submissive slave but torture me till the very end. You asked me on the phone to scream and cry till the bitter end because of your sick mind. Every part of it turns me the fuck on too. I love the feeling of the unknown, what tools, ties or plans you have in store to make me so scared of you. I could hear in your voice that subtle sick urge just for a whimper. Your filthy dirty cock gets off on it, so use me till you can’t

Knife play turns into a filthy bloody mess

You threatened me with a knife. To run that large thing from my face down to my toes. And not only did you wanna play dirty but you wanted to do it slowly. Whispering into the phone “everything’s going to be ok”. You’re the worst of the dangerous creeps. Make you feel loved and sexy as they torture you from the inside out. Just like Dahlmer did to his victims you wanna do me.

“Please please” I beg as you start on my cheek. Shoving your fingers up my tight cunt. Grabbing me by my groin and forcing me into you. Wet soaked blood running down me. You carve around my little cutie tits, down my stomach to the top of my dripping wet snatch. “I want you to taste your cunt while I cut you some more.”

Evil does her

The darker the better. That’s how I cream and live, not to make my perhaps killer even angrier but it always does. Shoving those fingers down my throat you made me gag on my own spunk. I’m turning blue grabbing onto your arms for dear life. “I’m not done with you pussy bitch”.

For the last time you grab that nasty cum filled knife as you shove you cock deep inside me. Cutting my stomach slowly as you swirl your dirty dick. “You’re just a trick bitch”. Slapping me in the face, turning me on even more. Pleasure doesn’t cum with pain and I’m here for it. Call me up and tell me