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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.

 

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.

Violent Phone Sex and Being Led to The Gallows

It’s All Hallows Eve and I have been captured and declared a whore. Not even violent phone sex would save thee.

Now we are in the Dark ages and this makes me automatically a Witch. For no woman of Puritan values will let a man fuck her ass. But I gave my ass up.

So there I was being anally penetrated by the big dick of a man from the Church. And he immediately sounded the Bell and all the villagers approached and saw. That yes indeed I was the village whore and presented my witchery all over the village.

Obviously the biblical damnation of sodomy was set forth to send me to the Gallows. On this night the Night of All Hollows Eve I shall be hung. And not even a chance to be cleaned. No instead, and in secrecy I was violated and had my ass used at least a hundred more times.

This is a true story of a prostitute that had hailed to the demonic pleasures of sodomy and then was hung. In the village square as hundreds watched on. My neck was broken and my body hung limp dripping with the seed of ever man and son in the village.

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Torture sex

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I can’t help that my worthless horny cunt needs hard torture sex. Make me struggle and use me like a little fucking ragdoll. I love going out late when I know there is just a bunch of horny aggressive men waiting to just ravage the next stupid little bitch they see.

This only brought me excitement and eagerness and made my panties a drenched fucking mess. Wearing the sluttiest whore outfits giving easy access to every one of my holes. Making it easy for these men to enjoy their dark torture fantasies.

Jacking his huge fucking schlong and covering me in loads of in. While completely naked in the woods, my hands tied behind my back. Whipping/ flogging/ and paddling my ass thighs tits, stomach, face, back, and even my tight fucking cunt, spreading my ass cheeks wide and giving it a hard smack making it sting.

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.

Gothic Phone Sex for Halloween is The Best Fantasy Fun

Obviously Halloween is this Gothic Phone Sex Succubus’s favorite time of year. It’s the Holiday after my black soul. In fact it’s the Devils night for coming into play. As a younger girl I loved playing in real haunted places and trying to talk with the dead.

Now, it’s my place as Satan’s left hand to entice more souls to his dark side. Now let me tell you a secret. It’s not really that I am inviting these individuals, it’s more like taking and sacrificing them. One would call it Murder.

In the cozy warm shadows of the bitter Fall night I search from the shadows. The aroma of death and decay in old rotting houses that have a far darker past. These are my favorite paces to launch a secret meet up with these annoying curious guys.

Gothic Phone Sex Calls for Your Darkest Desires

First these guys are the most fucking normal boring shits ever. After all they always try to hit on me at the bar’s or online. Yet what the fuck do you think I would ever want with you and your damned khaki, baseball cap wearing moronicness?

Now, in this season I like to play with my food. Thus like a cat plays with it’s catnip toy. The precise term is to toy with them. Once I have them willing to do Anything to “get a chance with me” , or you know fuck me. That is the moment I know I have their consent to use them.

Then it is not all clear as we are obviously Not on the same page. First of all consent on my behalf is you giving yours for me to murder you. Frankly I refer it to as a Sacrifice for my daddy. As I do love to please daddy Satan.

Finally I lure the loser to my realm. Then the moment he steps across the threshold I step out of the shadows behind him with piano wire in my hand and around his neck. An immediate gasp escaped his lips and I quickly pulled the wire and the blood began to flow.

As he fell to the ground bleeding out I checked his pants and sure enough there was that big hard erect penis. Now, this required an immediate penetration as I worked his dying body to get the dead mans sperm out. At last his was exactly what I needed, with his blood for the ritual.

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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!

Sex with dead bodies fuels my Master’s evil powers

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies gives my Master what he wants: power. I am his servant whore, bound to my Master’s will. I do everything he tells me in the hope he will keep me alive. But the things I have to do are so evil. I have been entrusted with the dark task of selecting his next victim for a depraved ritual honoring the Dark Lord. This perverse act involving carnal intimacy with corpses amplifies my Master’s sinister powers, and I take pride in serving his wicked purposes.
I have to find our victims wherever I can. The best place to go is a playground in a bad neighborhood. I lure them into a trap, and they become helpless pawns in my Master’s game of twisted lust and death.
When the victim is secured, I bring them before my Master, who savors the sight of their fear and despair. He fucks them until they are soaked in blood, and when he cums inside their little cunts I slit their necks open. On the desecrated altar, adorned with symbols of Blasphemy sex and ancient dark magic. The air is heavy with the scent of incense and the promise of unfathomable evil, and I fuck their corpses until the Dark Lord is satisfied, and sometimes that takes a day. I fuck them until they are just ground meat. If I am lucky, Master shares the power he gets by cumming in my pussy.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Come True in the Right Circumstances

murder phone sex fantasiesSometimes I find myself consumed with murder phone sex fantasies. Also, I know I put myself in dangerous situations and acquaint myself with men all in the name of a fix for cocaine. Some men treat me far worse than others. And some I wish dead. But just because I have murderous fantasies, does not make me a murderer. Until it did.

I met James about 15 years ago. He’s a drug dealer that I go to when it’s an absolute emergency, but I prefer not to visit him because he’s brutal. Even more brutal than my stepson and more brutal than anybody in my past combined. But I saw him in a place I did not expect to see him. And that made my head rush with thoughts of torture. For everything he’s done to me in my past, he had torture sex coming. But how would I lure him. I set a honey trap. My mind works quickly when I’m high. And I’m always high.

I told him I left my husband, and I wanted to be his slave. I gave him the address of the no tell motel I planned to stay at until I saved enough money to get my own place. And he bought that I wanted to fuck him. Fucking him seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind. However, if I had to fuck him first, I would. This man haunted me in my dreams. But he haunts me no more.

Sometimes, a Submissive Whore Must Do Uncharacteristic Things to Survive

I slipped him a roofie and started fucking him on this no motel bed. I’ve seen Basic Instinct a few times, so I had an ice pack under the mattress. One I could get too easily. And I grabbed that ice pick and I just started stabbing him. Frantic stabbing. His blood sprayed everywhere. He tried to choke me, but I kept stabbing him.

I felt like a fight or flight response took me over. And it fueled me with anger and strength I didn’t even know I had. The guy prolapsed my ass one too many times. Left me battered and used naked in the middle of nowhere. He came close to killing me a few times. And I know I’m weak. I would’ve gone to him again for coke in a moment of desperation. And that next time he would’ve killed me.

I turned that no tell motel into a crime scene. It looked like someone made a snuff porn in that room. Although I didn’t film it, I did leave a mess. But in that kind of place nobody pays any attention to who comes and goes. And I know I likely left DNA behind, but I’m not in the system. But now I must make sure I never am. But in my defense that bastard had it coming. And I’m sure there’s lots of grateful girls in the world who will thank me once they know he’s gone.

Mutilation phone sex wrecks her tight hole

Mutilation phone sex Mutilation phone sex is so satisfying. When we are done, we have a broken, lifeless mess of a girl, her tight little pussy a grotesque, gaping ruin, oozing with the filth of her own brutal defilement. Your cock is dripping with her blood. She was once a virgin, but we destroyed her hymen, we destroyed everything.
I told you I have the talent to locate the purest, tightest of little pussies, untouched and so bald and smooth. Your cock is so fucking hard, I can barely fit it in my cunt. But sticking it in a little dumb whore is so much harder. I have to force it, using all of my strength to get your mushroom head in. She’s already bleeding by then. I can’t help myself, I love to make them bleed. I’ll dig my nails in so deep in their cunts, they’re all sliced up. It’s exquisite when the blood pours out. You fuck those cunts until their cunts are ground up lunch meat.
And you know your Snuff sex bitch is hungry. I’ll go down on the bloody hole and eat what’s left. A smashed up clit and shredded labia. They taste incredibly sweet when you shoot your nut on them, giving them a creamy glaze. We can do whatever we want. They’re disposable, and their helpless bodies are at our mercy!