Killer phone sex calls leave me dead or most times wishing I was dead. I am an anything goes woman. And I do mean anything including extreme torture and snuff. Billy calls me at least once a month. And I thank the powers that be it is not weekly. I know it is fantasy when a guy calls me for snuff, but he loves detailed, slow torture sessions.
Last night, I lost my limbs. But he only took a little at a time. Billy and I go back to when I first started phone sex. I reminded him of his whore mother. And he hated his mother. If you guys try to call me and I am tied up for hours, it is like Billy taking his sweet time dismembering me.
It started with a toe. Then it was a finger. And back and forth until he cut off all my fingers and toes. Just my toes and fingers were enough torture sex for me. But Billy had only just begun to enjoy our time together. He enjoys the pain and torment. The longer he can prolong both, the harder his cock gets. I cry, plead and beg for him to stop, but that only turns him on more.
He took my ears and my tongue too which was a first. Why? To prove that I am both deaf and dumb. I cried on the phone. I got so fucked up on coke that it seemed like I could feel that kind of brutal pain. Once he removed my ears and my tongue, I could not prepare myself for the pain that came next. I am a seasoned pain slut, but he used a chainsaw on my legs and arms.
And he started hacking off small parts of the limbs first. He did not just take the limb off in one motion. Not his style. He enjoys prolonging the misery. And he did. I am sure in real like he makes real snuff porn. The man seems too sadistic and too knowledgeable about dismemberment for this all to be fantasy.
Although I enjoy accomplice phone sex calls, I do not get them much. Most men I meet in my personal life and my phone sex life just want to abuse this red-head whore. So, any chance I get to help some guy abuse a little slut, I take it. Just means less time abusing me. Ralph offered me coke and weed to help him fuck this little twat that lives next door to him.
I told him Halloween might be the perfect time for us to kidnap a sweet little whore and he agreed. I lured her away while she trick or treated with her little schoolgirl pals. Even though I dressed like a witch, this little angel could tell I was a mature woman. She did not fear me. Honestly, I felt bad. As a mother I struggle with the accomplice role. But in the end, I would sell my soul to the devil for coke and weed.
I took the little angel to Ralph’s home. She never saw my face. I wore a mask and hid my red hair. And Ralph sported a Hannibal Lector mask so he could explore his rape phone sex fantasies with this little girl. Since she proved feistier than either of us expected, I gave her a shot of smack. Just a little. Not enough to kill her. Just enough to subdue her and cloud her memory. I gave her a get out of death card.
Ralph wanted to snuff the brat, but I explained that would bring more heat on us. Essentially with one shot, I fogged her memory making her an unreliable witness and I subdued her so her screams would not result in a noise nuisance call.
Ralph enjoyed fucking the little slut I brought him. And I enjoyed watching him fuck her. I am sure it felt like torture sex to her, but at least she got to live. I know a few men who would never let her live. However, I bet you are one of them. Sometimes, little sluts need snuff sex.
Snuff porn on Halloween? Most men say yes please to that. And most women say no thank you and run for the hills. Not me. I am not most women. I am dumb. Not so much dumb as desperate. I guess I am desperate for companionship and attention. But mostly desperate for a fix. And I discovered early on in my drug fueled states that violent men, abusive men and sadist men know how to take advantage of desperate druggy women like me.
Take Michael for example. I met him at a bar on Saturday night. He wanted to party back at his place. I knew he wanted to fuck me. But I did not mind fucking him if he gave me coke or cash to get coke. I did a line of premium coke off his dick in the bar bathroom. So, I knew he had the good stuff. And he knew why I went back to his house with him.
Since we went to his home, I did not think he was a snuff sex kind of man. Usually, men who mean me harm do not take me to their place where I might leave a DNA trail. But Michael saw me only as a piece of meat. A bar skank no one would miss. And he told me about his urges. This guy resembled Patrick Bateman. Appeared normal on the outside, but harbors dark thoughts about people, especially women.
When he told me I resembled his mother, I knew I was in trouble. Big trouble. I swear every fucked up abusive mother out there must be red headed like me. He pinned me against the wall and began to choke me. His strength amazed me. When he held me against the wall with only one hand on my throat, I tried to kick him away from me. But that only pissed him off.
He tossed me across his living room, and a lamp shattered on my head cutting me. As I whimpered and cried, he came over and began kicking me screaming things at me like I was his mother. Although I tried to crawl away from him, I could not. He was too strong and fast for me. When he turned me into his ass rape porn star, I thought he might let me go. But no. He had only just begun abusing me. He held me captive all night beating me, fucking me and calling me names.
When the sun came up, he let me go. Since my eyes swelled up and I could barely see, I could not drive home. He tossed me some coke and warned me about going to the cops. I sniffed some coke to dull the pain and called an Uber to get the fuck away from him.
Halloween brings out the bloody phone sex fans. Do you like it bloody, graphic and violent too? I do when it comes to fantasy. But in reality? No thank you. I do not like to bleed but I do not always have control over the matter. What am I saying? I never control anything in my life because I am a druggy whore.
When I got an invitation to a Halloween party, I did not think twice about it. No clue it might be a trap. When I arrived at the address, something felt off. The building had an ominous feel. Like I got serious horror film vibes. But I am not usually final girl material. Maybe the final whore. But never the hero of any story.
I knew this could be a snuff porn I walked into, but whoever invited me promised me drugs. When I heard a spooky voice, I instantly felt like I might be in a Saw flick. As I navigated this house of horrors, I needed to dodge trap doors and other deadly things. I could hear screaming. Female screams. I was not alone in this house. But I knew I would survive. I had to survive.
When I stepped on broken glass, I screamed too. Then I felt hands around my throat. I pulled a piece of glass from my foot and jabbed the arm around my throat. When the grip loosened, I ran. I mean I ran like Micheal Myers was on my heels. My feet looked like bloody stumps, but I made it to the end of the labyrinth. And my reward appeared to be a big bowl of coke.
A man stepped out from behind a curtain like the all-powerful Oz and told me I made it to the second level of the game. Who has this macabre man? He did not look familiar to me. He told me the second maze promised me even more coke if I survived. Although I knew this was fantasy phone sex, I knew I could still die.
But I wanted more coke. Unlike the Saw movies, I did not compete through sick games to survive. I competed to score coke. And I lost a few pints of blood in the process.
Men love blasphemy sex. But guess what? So do women. My fellow milf friend Abby, and I enjoy getting blasphemous on and off the phone. Our love for this taboo fetish stemmed from a 2 girl call we did last year. And since we live near each other we thought now might be the perfect time to get together and be naughty in a church.
Abby visited me this weekend, and she brought one of her sons. I love this woman. Her mind seems equally as taboo as mine. Saturday night, I suggested we pay a late-night visit to this pious church in my community. This congregation bleeds its members of all their money. Plus, a few years back this church kicked me out for being a whore. Abby agreed to desecrate this church in the name of blasphemy phone sex and Satan with me.
We brought our sons along for the fun. Perhaps good mothers would leave their sons at home while they destroyed a church. But since we are taboo mommy whores, we brought them along for the debauchery. Abby’s mind appears equally as wicked as mine. We fucked our sons in the church pews, leaving huge cum stains behind. Our boys pissed in the baptismal tub and the coffers.
Two Sexy MILFS Love Blasphemy TooAbby and I ripped up the Bibles while praising Satan. We even wrote Hail Satan on the walls in red lipstick. I tossed in some Latin phrases that would suggest Satanists destroyed this church, not two soccer moms with a love for blasphemy. Our sons watched Abby and I fuck our cunts with the crosses too. Of course, that kind of taboo statement made our teenage boys super fucking horny. So, we fucked them some more.
Abby and I desecrated that church. Although we thought about breaking into the safe to steal the money, our little foray into taboo phone sex was about our love for blasphemy and my hatred of this church. It was not about the Benjamins. We left that church covered in our piss and cum. My son left a huge shit on a Bible. So, I guess the blasphemy fun got the best of him too.
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Torture sex never feels good. Even though men think I am a masochist into pain. That’s not the case. What happens, I get so fucked up on coke that I do not understand what all you are doing to me. I become numb. But once the coke wears off, I feel it all. And I do not like pain. So, for the record men, I am a coke whore not a pain slut. But it becomes hard to tell that when you get as fucked up as I do.
Once again, I made the mistake of fucking around with the wrong men. They wanted to party with a MILF, and I wanted coke. The rest I just do to get the coke. Because they looked young, I made the mistake of assuming they might be less of a threat to me than my stepson or men my age. Wrong. These boys did not want to just party with me. They wanted to make and ass rape porn.
Although I did enough coke to put Pablo Escobar to shame, I still felt their monster cocks in my ass. Mainly because they put two even three cocks in my ass at once. Damn near tore my ass in two. Felt more like giving birth than get ass fucked. And they did not care that I begged them to stop. I think I represented each of their mothers. It felt like they punished me because their moms never gave it up to them.
Once they started calling me mommy whore, I went into dirty mommy mode thinking it might help me. I never make the right choice. Or the smart choice either. So, they began putting their fist in my ass along with their cocks. Pretty certain their goal was to destroy my asshole. Mission accomplished. This taboo phone sex mommy needed a trip to the ER and stiches in my ass. I wish I had a better sense of people.
Accomplice phone sex calls excite me. Sadly, however, I do not get them much. Most men just want to abuse a red headed mommy whore. And although I am good for that, sometimes, I like to abuse someone too. Dale wanted my help with his daughter. When he told me she looked like a mini me, my pussy became wetter than normal.
You see, I do not have a daughter. However, I always wanted one. I have two sons instead. But if I had a daughter, likely I would not abuse her. But I would let you abuse her! I enjoy helping men like Dale torment their bratty daughters. Just wish I could do it more often! I made the perfect bait for his bratty daughter, Darlene. Such an old sounding name for such a sweet young thing.
However, sweet this girl was not. Young yes. Sweet no. Total brat who deserved to be daddy’s teen rape porn star. I told her that her father sent me to pick her up after school. I gave her a special drink made with Xanax to make her all loose and easy to abuse. Daddy Dale did not want her remembering much. The great thing about Xanax is that you do not remember much, but you stay awake. At least you stay awake while getting fucked. I do.
His daughter fought at first. But she asked where her daddy was, and I told her I did not know him. And I told her she was a stupid cunt to believe a total stranger. When Daddy came out to fuck his little whore, he wore an executioner’s mask, so no way she would know it was her daddy. And I watched as he ravaged her fuck holes. Daddy made her his bitch. Like I think he enjoyed splitting his daughter in two. He made his daughter his ass rape porn star. And I got to be along for the ride too.
Fall makes the perfect weather to watch snuff porn. I have a few lovers who enjoy getting fucked up and watching snuff flicks with me. I am in it just for the coke. And I always assumed snuff films were fake. But this guy I party with showed me a real snuff movie. The homemade kind. I knew it was real because the girl in the film has been missing for over a year. Suddenly, I found myself scared. What if he wanted to snuff me too?
I remember when the girl went missing. She went to high school with my sons. So, I did not doubt that this flick was homemade. He fucked her raw. For once, I was not the ass rape porn star. I watched and masturbated as he told me what he did to this hot teen slut. Sure, I felt badly for her. She would have been my youngest son’s age. Now she is dead and buried somewhere. I just did everything I could to not end up as the star of one of his next snuff flick.
Honestly, I never knew this guy had such a dark streak. I assumed he might be like me. A normal middle-class dad who likes to enjoy some coke sometimes. He never minds sharing his coke with this ginger whore. And I love fucking him. He fucked my ass as we watched his snuff flick. But I acted like I thought it was a fake film. Clearly, I did not know this man like I thought I did. He strangled this teen girl with his bare hands. He fucked her dead body too.
However, sex with dead bodies clearly turns this guy on. I just had to avoid being his next corpse lover. As he fucked my ass, I did my best to act like nothing had changed between us. But I did fear him. No one has seen the star of his little homemade video since she disappeared last year. Police thought teenage runaway. Parents suspected fowl play. But I know she died a violent death. And her body likely will never be found.
My stepson does not simply enjoy rape phone sex fantasies. He explores them with me. And I never fare well after a visit. But he supplies me with coke, so I endure it all for my pusher stepson. When he came over the other night, he warned me he felt particularly violent. He enjoys breaking mommy Blair way past her breaking point. And he wasted no time when he arrived.
According to my stepson, my urethra remains my tightest hole. He arrived prepared to hurt his mommy too. Our little torture session began with my pee hole. His bag of tricks included a speculum, a funnel, a pair of vice grip locking pliers, a plastic bag for my head and lots of rope. I call it his torture sex bag. Never matters what day it is or what time it is either. If he arrives with that bag, I am in trouble.
He used the speculum to open my urethra, and because he loves me, he brought enough coke to numb the pain. At least while we engaged in violent sex. I still feel the effects today. With my urethra spread wide, my stepson poured his primo coke in my pee hole. Soon after he began punching my bladder. He slammed my head into the floor a few times too. When he started to fuck my prolapsed pee hole, I felt it. Not enough coke in the world to numb that sort of pain completely.
When he raised my body up in the air with the rope, he pulled my cunt lips apart with the vice grip locking pliers. My body went up, but my cunt lips went down. He punched my tits, bladder and ribs. Of course, he forced me to prolapse my asshole too. Easy to do after all our special time together. I am his personal ass rape porn star. His fans watched from home. I could hear the chimes of the tips as he punched me and fucked my prolapsed asshole and urethra.
However, his finest work he saved for the end. He placed a plastic bag over my head and punched the side of my head many times. I am a slave to his sick perversions. In fact, I sang a few Britney songs for him like I’m a Slave for you and Baby, Hit Me One More Time. The more punches he threw, the more tips he received. He squeezed my throat which forced me to suck in the plastic and almost suffocate. e brought out a PCV pipe about and inch in diameter and swung it a few times across my tits and ribs.
He even took several whacks to my prolapsed asshole. Batter up. But ouch. Although he did give me all the coke I wanted, my body paid the price. I am still sore as fuck from our latest encounter. And my guess is I will be sore for quite a few more days too.
I enjoy snuff porn. But I prefer to watch it instead of starring in a movie. Over the weekend, I had a chance to make a snuff flick with an old acquaintance. He makes snuff flicks for a living. Been at it now for a few decades. Although I met him when I turned 18, he never treated me badly like most men I met at that age. Sam and I get along well. So, when he told me he needed my help with his young ingénue, I helped him out.
This turned into a great money making offer for me. I would have helped him without an offer of money. However, the money he gave me helped a lot. He needed a mommy figure for this young snuff starlet. This girl appeared scared and desperate. She needed a mommy. Although my plan never involved starring in one of his snuff movies, I ended up sharing the screen with the girl. And it turned into a great mommy daughter rape fantasy for viewers.
For once, I got to be the one in charge in a snuff flick. We made a mother daughter snuff flick. And I think it will make Sam thousands of dollars. The premise of the film involved mommy punishing her whore daughter after catching her blowing her step-daddy. Most snuff flicks Sam makes involve men exploring their rape fantasies for teenage girls. Mommy took the lead this time because women can harbor rape fantasies too.
I got to slap and spank the teen ingenue and abuse her tiny holes. What fun I had too. She fought initially but gave into mommy’s strapon punishing her tiny teen holes. She gave into mommy’s fists too. I liked the girl, but she understood what she signed up for. She got paid for the gig. Although I roughed her up a bit, we bonded too. In fact, I spent a few hours after our little teen rape porn concluded, soothing her sore holes with my tongue.
