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Blasphemy phone sex with an evil slut

blasphemy phone sex

Blasphemy phone sex is already hot as fuck. When you combine it with the torture and mutilation of innocent, little ones, it’s even better. Daddy Keith is a nasty mother fucker who loves to get just as evil as I do. I’m his slutty accomplice and together we abduct, torture and snuff as many little ones as we can get.

This morning he was craving some extra young and tight holes.

I went downtown and snatched up some of the little neglected brats running around the park unsupervised.  We needed a place to abuse them and luckily for us, there was a church nearby. Being a random week day, there was no one around so we broke in. We dragged those little brats to the nave and made them strip each other’s clothes off.

Daddy Keith told the little ones to get down on their knees like they were about to pray. The younger one opened her mouth to cry or something.  Daddy stuffed his dick in before she could say anything. While that little bitty bitch choked and gagged on his big dick, I started abusing the other one.

I took the crown of thorns off of the crucified saviour hanging on the wall. I slammed it down into her skull. The thorns pierced into her and blood poured down her face.

She cried out for her Mommy but I laughed in her face and told her that no one was coming to save her.  As I continued beating and torturing her, I kept laughing at her and her sister’s pathetic screams. Daddy Keith had already fucked the other little one limp so I let him wash his dick in this one’s mouth while I fist fucked her tiny asshole.

 I’m still soaking my panties thinking about those tiny cries for help and their pleas for their God to come and save them. As always, call me for the hot details!

 

 

Snuff Phone Sex Kidnapper Uses Rena’s Holes

snuff phone sexPeople love hearing about my snuff phone sex experiences because I have a lot of close calls.  Men using my holes as their cum dumpster sex toy.  Last week, it was no different.  This  man grabbed me by my hair and threw me into his van. I landed on the dirty floor, scared out of my mind but also turned on by the roughness. He climbed in after me, slamming the door shut with a sinister grin before driving off to god knows where. As he started touching himself through his pants, it was clear what kind of “fun” we were going to have together.

The van drove down dark, deserted roads for what felt like hours. My captor kept groping and fondling himself while leering at me with disgusting lust in his eyes. Finally, he pulled over to an abandoned warehouse and dragged me out of the van.

Inside was pitch black except for a small flashlight he shone on my face as he roughly pushed me against a wall. His hands were everywhere – unzipping my clothes, pulling down my panties, squeezing my tits… He didn’t say a word but his actions spoke volumes: this man wanted one thing from me – total submission.

Without warning, he forced his cock inside of me – hard and fast like an animal possessed by its primal urges. I cried out in pain but also pleasure as our hips slammed together over and over again under that dim light flickering off the walls of the warehouse…

Roleplay Phone Sex Leaves Mommy Bruised, Battered and Barely Moving

roleplay phone sexAlthough this submissive mommy enjoys roleplay phone sex, my life seems like a far cry from a fantasy roleplay. My baby boy loves to beat me beautiful for his live streaming audience. Although sometimes we do pretend that I’m more of an 80s mommy with big hair and red lips, the abuse I take feels very real.

But we have an agreement. He beats me beautiful for his live streaming audience, and I remain on the cocaine diet for life. Keeps me skinny. And in the long run, maybe cheaper than any of those weight loss shots. At this point, I’ve got skinny little bird legs, a huge thigh, gap and big bimbo boobs. When he arrived, he immediately pushed my face in the coke bowl. And you know me, I started snorting wildly because I knew the abuse would start soon. I am my boy’s, punching bag, flesh light, cum dumpster, and urinal.

When he pulled my head out of the bowl of cocaine, I looked like a geisha version of Tammy Faye. My face white from the cocaine, but you could still see my pancake makeup coming through. Perhaps to many I looked like a clown. But my son loves my clown makeup. He shoved his entire cock and balls in my mouth, and I immediately started to choke and gag. I teetered on my high heels as I squatted in front of him to suck his cock. A few punches to the sides of my face and I fell over.

My Son Punches Me and the Tips Roll In

But my boy yanked me back up and dick slapped me. I saw the bench. It’s the kind of contraption where a son can explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his mother without her putting up much of a fight. Although he does bust my face up, he leaves my nose alone so I can continue to snort.

He put the bowl of cocaine right under the bench so that my head could reach it. I continued to snort from the bowl as he tied me to the bench. He always thinks I’m a contortionist. When he put his fingers up my ass, I knew what would come next. He literally pulled my prolapsed out. He calls it his flesh light.

I heard the dings from the tips roll in. Our fan base loves it when he turns my prolapsed asshole into a fuck tube. He grabbed my hips and began to slam his cock into my prolapsed asshole while he punched the back of my head. He punched my rectum with his cock while punching the back of my head and my kidneys too. And he managed to get a few punches to my ribs, and we both felt them crack. But I take my boy’s abuse. In fact, he always points out that it makes my cunt wet.

My Son Beats Me Beautiful and His Audience Goes Crazy

The more he punched me and the harder he fucked me, the more chimes we heard. Once he stopped fucking my prolapsed asshole he came around and put his cock in my mouth for me to clean. He choked me while his cock slammed in and out of my throat. Plus, he continued to beat me beautiful by punching the sides of my cheeks. Ouch. At least I had a big bowl of cocaine to sniff periodically. My son joked that mommy does not need those bimbo injections because when he punches my face, I balloon up and nobody sees any wrinkles.

I still get duck lips though. My son loves the bimbo look. So, when he punches my face, my lips just swell up more and he jokes that I look like a MAGA influencer. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he punched them out for me. And I watched my teeth fly across the room. My son is a sadistic phone sex fuck. If his cock goes limp, he beats me more. Beating his mommy beautiful works better than Viagra for getting a limp dick hard again.

One of These Days, My Son Might Kill Me

At one point, I passed out from strangulation. And when I woke up, I discovered him pissing down my throat and punching my cheeks at the same time. This felt rough. Although I could snort some of the best cocaine on the planet, it did not dull all my pain. But I told myself to feel lucky. This seemed like a much less violent session with my boy than normal.

At least he didn’t throw me across the room until my skull broke the wall. Silver lining, I guess. But my boy needs to have back surgery and will be out of commission for a while. So, I guess that gives my bones time to heal. However, it scares me too. Because I know once my son recovers, he will light me up like the sky on Fourth of July. And I may not recover from that.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistibly The Best Pleasures

Strangulation Phone Sex is exciting for the giver… as well as the receiver. In fact, a little Erotic Asphyxiation is a great pleasure for me.
I’m Geneva, and I am a bit of a pain slut. In fact, the biggest turn on is being fucked and strangled. So coming across a wanted ad for a star who loves it rough caught my attention. Surely the ad mentioned this was a special kind of film called snuff, and starring slut is truly getting all of the attention. I couldn’t help but imagine how intense that could be. Oh, but did I ever find out!
So there I was, stumbling into the dark entrance of an old Theatre. Then, as soon as I stepped through the velvet curtains, the light was strong and glaring.
The glare hits me like a physical force, making me squint and raise a hand to shield my eyes. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the dim, dusty corridor I’d just left . Then this blinding spotlight that seems to bore right through me.
But I don’t step back. That’s not why I’m here.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistible

As my eyes adjust, I make out shapes in the darkness beyond the light. Seats. Rows and rows of empty velvet seats, leading up to a stage where I’m standing. And somewhere in that darkness, watching me, is the person who placed that ad.
“I saw your posting,” I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. My heart is hammering, but not from fear. From anticipation. “Said you were looking for a star who could handle… intense material. Someone who wasn’t afraid of the edge.”
So, I let my coat slip from my shoulders, letting it fall to the dusty stage floor. Underneath, I’m wearing a simple black dress that hugs my curves, cut low enough to show the swell of my tits. No bra. I wanted to make a good impression.
“I’ve done a lot of things on camera,” I continue, stepping closer to the edge of the stage, peering into the darkness. “Bondage. Impact play. Breath play, even. But your ad mentioned something… more. Something permanent.”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I reach up and undo the top two buttons of my dress, letting it gape open.
“I want to know what that feels like. To be so completely at someone’s mercy that there’s no coming back from it. To give everything I have to the camera, to the audience… to you.”
I tilt my head, letting the spotlight catch my throat, baring it to whoever’s watching.
“So why don’t you come out of the shadows? Let’s talk about what you have in mind. I promise you… I can take it.”
Strangulation Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex fantasies you want to take out on me!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex fantasies you want to take out on me.

Capture me in the dead of night and force me to do whatever you want by holding a knife to my throat.

Threaten me with slashing my neck open if I don’t open my legs and let you fuck me raw.

Force me to be your sex slave.

Hold a dagger to my pussy lips, and if I don’t suck your cock all the way down to the balls, then my lips get slashed off!

You better have knives ready to be used on my nipples,

Make me absolutely scared of you.

You’re an evil mother fucker who should take his anger and hatred out on me, I deserve it.

Make me a good little knife slut for you! 

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Ass Rape Porn Star Turns into a Gang Bang Anal Whore for Coke Money

ass rape pornPeople know my reputation as an ass rape porn star. Most of my work, however, I would consider underground. Snuff flicks and violent porn only shown to private collectors appear on the dark web only. However, I recently got a call to audition for a hardcore anal sex video. It seemed out of the blue. I didn’t know the director. And I didn’t know the studio name. I probably should’ve Googled it.

I showed up glammed up like the directed requested. He told me this would be sort of a futuristic porn movie. The pay seemed good, and I knew it would help keep me high for the rest of the month. So, I showed up and that little voice in my head went off the moment I arrived. I knew this was no professional porn movie. But I played along. Hopefully if it was a snuff porn, it would be the simulated rough, kind and not the dead kind.

I auditioned with a glass dildo. So, I showed the director that I can work just about anything into my tight puckered asshole. Who am I fooling? My ass does not feel tight. And it’s not puckered either. It’s well-worn and prolapsed from too much use. But I’m still an anal whore. So, for about an hour, I gave them my all with that dildo. Then the director clapped his hands, and suddenly this went from an audition to gang bang. And a rough gangbang too.

Really, It Seems Amazing I am Alive Most Days

Although I’m no stranger to being a gangbang rape porn star either, it startled me. One clap from the director and eight men descended on me like horny vultures. They started fish hooking my mouth, slapping my tits, choking me, and ripping off what little clothes I was wearing. One guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me up off the chair, and slammed me down on the ground. He wanted me face down and ass up to get forced fucked.

Clearly, I appeared outnumbered. And I knew I couldn’t fight off eight men. Nine if you included the director. He eventually joined in. However, most of the time he filmed this brutal gang bang. Apparently, I fell for the professional studio spiel. I’m sure I am not the only one to be duped. At least he did pay me. But he didn’t pay me what we agreed on. He told me to be lucky that he let me live.

I went through all that for enough money to get a few days’ worth of Coke. Well, I try to see the silver lining in this sort of shit. So at least I could score some coke. At least enough to carry me through a few more days until I put myself back out there for random strangers to use and abuse for coke money.

I Did Not Have Being an Ass Rape Porn Star on My Bingo Card

ass rape pornBeing an ass rape porn star on Mother’s Day was not on my bingo card. My family planned a very nice day for me. And for the most part, I did enjoy the day. We went to my favorite restaurant for brunch and then to a movie. And we came home and I fucked my boys. Perfect day. Until I realized I used more cocaine than I thought, and I appeared almost out.

So, I waited until my husband went to bed, and I snuck out to see the drug dealer who usually helps me out without violating any of my holes. However, he felt a mixture of love and rage for his mother. According to him, she’s cock teased him most of his life. She’s never fucked him or even let him touch a boob, but she walks around naked and leaves the door open while she masturbates.

No wonder he harbors rape phone sex fantasies for his mother. He told me he would double the usual amount of cocaine he gives me if I just let him work out his mommy issues on my ass. And I figured what the hell. I needed the cocaine and my ass experiences far worse than what this guy can give me. Well, I underestimated the power of rage. I underestimated what decades of cock teasing can do to a man.

Some Men Harbor Rape Fantasies for Their Mother

He tossed me down on the bed, tied my hands behind my back, and put a spreader bar between my legs, so I would never close them. And then he just rammed his cock raw in my ass. Big thick cock without any lubrication bounced in and out of my ass with force. Even though I consider myself a hardcore anal whore, I still prefer lubrication. I think anyone wants lubrication for their fuck holes. Ouch. This hurt.

He really did feel some rage for his mother because he’s never fucked me like that before. In fact, he started choking me too, and of course he called me mother as he violated my holes. But I knew it would be over soon. And I told myself this is just a onetime thing. His mother cock teasing him worked him up. And he just couldn’t take it anymore. I told myself I needed to just let him ravage my asshole to get it out of his system. Plus, I told myself he would remember this kindness and take care of me.

Finally, he nutted and as promised, he gave me two big bags of cocaine. He prolapsed my asshole further, and he left ligature marks around my throat. However, for that amount of cocaine he gave me, I will be his taboo phone whore any day.

Domination Phone Sex Puts Manosphere Losers in Their Place Promptly

domination phone sexI enjoy domination phone sex. But I think any woman would. At the club, I met Peter. And I think he might be the most misogynistic man I’ve ever met. He’s one of those manosphere guys. But I found him to be full of contradictions. I mean, if you believe women belong at home and not in the workforce then why are you contributing to women working. He spent hundreds of dollars on strippers. No big spender, but he still contributed to our financial independence.

And we strippers have no plans to stay at home and cook and clean for a man. Most of us work because of a man. For me, my abusive piece of shit daddy forced me to drop out of school and become a teen runaway. The adult industry allowed me to make a decent living without a college education.

And women work here to support themselves after bad breakups or divorces. Single moms who want to feed their little ones. Women who trusted their man with their finances. Hell, we’ve got some girls working here supporting deadbeat men in their lives. Although I always convince the girls to eventually leave those deadbeat men so they can benefit from their hard work.

Peter wanted me in the VIP room. And I did worry about him wanting to explore his rape phone sex fantasies. He’s clearly the type who thinks women exist for his pleasure. Although he did not try to assault me, he did try to degrade me. He called me a whore and went off on some tangent about what sluts need. He paid money to spew his misogynistic world view. So, I used my stiletto heels to kick him repeatedly in the family jewels. What a fucking loser.

Manosphere Losers Never Last Long in My Presence

And a loser who tried to call security for help. Security is not going to help him. They exist to protect the girls, not the patrons. I recorded, without his knowledge, his fucking tirade about women. I planned on getting him banned from the club and every other club in town, but not before I administered some severe cock and ball torture. Men like Peter think with their cocks not with their pea size brains. And I genuinely feel sorry for any woman who encounters a man like Peter because we all know their dicks must be smaller than those tiny little brains.

So, the bouncer arrived because he heard Peter screaming like a little bitch. And without missing a beat, he pinned Peter to the ground so I could kick him in the balls repeatedly. I undid his belt buckle, pulled down his jeans and yanked off his boxers. Then, I laughed my ass off when I saw his tiny dick. I told him the truth. Women don’t fuck you because of your tiny dick and your tiny mind. And it felt good to trample his cock and balls in my stilettos.

I mutilated his junk. And he’s lucky I didn’t castrate him instead of just giving him cock and ball torture sex. But I might’ve busted a nut. He crawled out of the club. The fucking manosphere loser got what he deserved. In fact, I went gently on him. If I ever run into this loser again, he will lose his balls. And I wish I had castrated him. Fucking assholes like him don’t deserve to procreate or spread their misogynistic hate. I think I showed Peter who is the real boss though. And I’ll show any man like him too.

Sometimes, I Dread Torture Phone Sex Calls

torture phone sexI often dread torture phone sex. Some of my callers possess sick minds. But then so do most men I meet. And I thought Derek might be different, but I should know better by now. He invited me to his place to party after the bar closed on Saturday night. I went to a more upscale bar this time because a friend of mine told me a lot of those young businessmen like to party and enjoy the company of a mature sexy woman.

Derek and I hit it off at the bar. He bought me fruity drinks all night and shared his cocaine at his private table too. He seemed generous with his money. And I thought going back to his place seemed safe. But he likely just put on an act to make me feel secure. Because when we got back to his place, it looked like some torture sex facility.

I saw sex swings and every BDSM equipment available. And this stuff decorated his penthouse suite. He did not feel ashamed for his kink. All his BDSM equipment seemed on display for the average person. And he promised me a big bag of cocaine if I let him use his new sex machine on me. He wanted to try it out on someone. He opened a closet and I saw the bricks of cocaine. Perhaps I came over to Pablo Escobar’s house.

I Should Learn No One is Safe

Honestly, I would have agreed to anything. I wanted my hands on his cocaine. And I told him I’d do anything he wanted if I could just have a brick. Perhaps, that serves as mistake number one. Never tell a stranger; never tell anybody, you’re willing to do anything for something. It shows desperateness and it makes you much more vulnerable to exploitation. Derek put me on his bed and introduced me to Lucy. This guy named his sex machine after his ex-wife.

But he didn’t start me off gradually. Well, in his mind he did because he made me suck it before I fucked it. Well, I didn’t fuck that machine. That machine fucked me. It went so fast in my mouth that I thought it might literally put a hole in the back of my head. And it almost did. I could taste the rubber and the smoke. Derek turned that machine up to its highest speed. And just when I thought that sex machine could not fuck me any harder, he made me bend over on the bed so it could fuck my pussy and ass.

Whatever Torture I Experience I Earn Coke to Forget About It

Thinking about that brick of cocaine got me through it. And the fact that I’ve done far worse and endured more pain and suffering in the past for less cocaine than a brick. This will give me a few months’ worth of cocaine and give my holes a chance to heal. At one point, that machine fucked me so hard I thought it might create another hole. This could’ve been snuff sex with anybody else. But for Derek, this served as entertainment. He got off watching his sex toy machine levitate this redheaded MILF off his bed.

I survived the night. But I do have skid marks on the inside of my pussy and ass. And I can still taste rubber in my mouth. However, he rewarded me with a brick of good shit to make me forget it all.

Men with Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Me Never Live

rape phone sex fantasiesMen who harbor rape phone sex fantasies for me never live. And if they do live, they live without their balls and sometimes even without their dicks. I think I spell it out very clearly in my blogs that I’m not some sex doll for you to use. I’m a dominant fucking bitch. And a sadistic one at that.

I’ve killed men for less than trying to force fuck me. Perhaps, you could say I possess Spider-Man senses. I always know when some pathetic little bitch boy tries to put something in my drink. Men never realize this, but they make a special kind of nail polish for women. And that nail polish changes colors when it encounters roofie drugs.

Of course, a woman invented that to keep other women safe. And in a way I’m a vigilante for women who I don’t even like. I’m not a clique kind of girl. So, I don’t really have a girl squad or anything. Perhaps you could say I’m equally mean to everyone. Something changed in the past year or so. Men feel more emblazoned to take what they want even when it’s not theirs to take.

Men Who Fantasize About Violating Me Never Live

Perhaps I just felt like killer phone sex. It didn’t take much this weekend for me to decide to kill a man. When I get in my murderous mood, I do my best to uphold a certain code. However, I am a less principled Dexter. I think even Dexter would agree Marcus deserved to die. Not only did I find Marcus on the brat offender list, but his rap sheet also appears to be at least a mile long. And it includes everything from armed robbery to drugs to sexual assault. Marcus might not have wronged me, but he rounded enough people to put him on my radar.

So, I hunted him this weekend and observed him in action. I observed a predator preying on drunk coeds. Now I’m not a fan of coeds in general. For the most part, they behave like rabid dogs. They would kill each other over a cute frat boy. Coeds seem self-absorbed, mean and shallow.

Marcus needed to go. Not necessarily because I wanted to champion drunk coeds. It’s just the principle of the matter. Taking advantage of drunk women, seems like a pussy move. Some men can only prey on women if they drug them because they can’t handle fighting a woman. My guess most women would neuter Marcus or at least punch him and kick him in the balls repeatedly trying to escape.

For Me, Its More About the Principle of the Matter. A Drugged Woman Does Not Equal a Fair Fight

I saw him putting something into a coed’s drink as I stood at the bar near them. So, I broke a glass to create a distraction and switched their drinks. Marcus became a sloppy drunk quickly, and I escorted him into my car and took him to my cabin in the woods where I mutilated his body. And tortured him for hours, eventually murdering him. But he deserved it. Actions have consequences.

When he woke up, he discovered himself naked, tied to a dining room table spread eagle with a castration band around his balls. And I told him what a dumb ass predator he was because he drank his own roofied drink. Even though I eventually killed this loser, he deserved castration phone sex first I wanted him to think he would survive, just without his balls. Perhaps you could say, I revoked his man card. He didn’t deserve his balls.

I am a Vigilante for Women I Despise

For hours, I carved up his flesh with various sharp instruments. I even carved off some of his flesh which I fed to my dogs and the wildlife nearby. Told you I’m a sick bitch. I enjoy torture. It feels empowering to torture a man like Marcus, who preys on the vulnerable. Honestly, my moral code does not appear close to Dexters. I didn’t really torture him and murder him to protect the future generation of women I could care less about. I hate vapid coeds. But I just felt like killing and torturing a man. And Marcus seemed the perfect mark.

Eventually, this predator died from the wounds I inflicted. And he died before I felt completely satisfied. Oops I did it again. Went a little too rough on him and killed him sooner than I wanted. But the wildlife behind my kill shack seemed excited for the food offering I gave them. Nature will always be the best accomplices when you need to get rid of a body. So, just remember, you can be my accomplice or my victim but if you try to make me your victim, you will be bear shit the next day.