Killer phone sex was on his mind. He is a creative caller. His calls make my pussy wet. He didn’t want to kill me. He wanted me to help him kill his wife. She is a boring bitch. She is dominant and doesn’t do anything kinky in the bedroom like his phone mistress does. I am a subby bitch. Never say no, especially if I am high. With her out of the way, his favorite submissive whore could move in. He couldn’t kill her, however, because they always suspect the husband first in a wife’s death. I wanted to be a good murderer for him. I binge watched the ID channel and that Netflix show How to Make a Murderer or something like that. When he had a good alibi with his son, I broke into his place and stabbed her to death. It was such a thrill driving the knife into her tender flesh and feeling the blood splatter all over me. I was getting a taste for killing. I ransacked the place and stole jewelry and silver and shit. I wanted to make it look like a robbery gone bad. I even fucked her cunt with a dildo to make it look like someone was exploring their rape phone sex fantasies. I enjoyed it way too much. It has been weeks and the city is still looking for a murdering robber. The police checked out my sadistic boyfriend, but no evidence points to him. I can’t wait to kill again. Can I be your accomplice?
Kidnapping phone sex calls get me wet. I guess it has always been one of my fantasies to be kidnapped by a handsome sadistic. Well, my fantasy became a reality the other night and it was not as hot as I thought it would be. For one, my kidnapper was not handsome. He was a fat man who hates redheads. I don’t think he was right in the head. He was mumbling mumbo jumbo and calling me Julie. When we got to his place, he ripped my clothes off and burned them while he hog tied me. I had no idea what was instore for me and that scared me. He circled around me for hours just mumbling and kicking me. At one point he put a cross to my head like he thought I was the devil or a vampire. He was clearly not right in the head, but he had all the power. I was the one on the ground tied up like a side of beef. When the torture sex started, I wanted to die. He used a cattle prod, a hot poker and various shop objects. He carved my flesh up, not enough to kill me, but enough to scar me for life. He kept calling me Julie still. I didn’t know how to respond. Then his phone rang. I heard him cuss up a storm. He came back to me, pulled out his cock and sodomized me. After he came in my ass, he untied me. He told me if I told a sold about what happened he would find me and kill me. He took a photo of my driver’s license. I was in bad shape when I got home, but I was a live. I still don’t know what happened, but I think he kidnapped the wrong redhead.
I enjoy watching snuff movies and masturbating. Can you tell I am a fucked up bitch? Women my age are swooning over The Notebook or When Harry Met Sally, but I am using a fuck machine up my ass as I watch snuff films. The one last night had me wetter than the ocean. It was Japanese I think, Asian definitely. These cunts were super young looking. A bunch of Japanese school girls getting assaulted and abused was act one. The men had on masks. They were tall and burly, line linebackers. Obviously, they were not Asian. They were making these Asian school girls their ass rape porn stars. Their tiny little asses were bleeding. All of them prolapsed. That was just the warm up. What came next was so bloody most women would have puked. I am not most women, however. I am a dirty taboo whore. The more violent the sex, the wetter my cunt gets. The men in the movie had swords. Sharp, long swords that they used to hack these pretty school girls into pieces. I don’t think it was fake. I mean how do you make that kind of CGI? Arms and legs were chopped off. Tits were sliced to bits. The men used the swords as cocks and fucked the mutilated princesses. The girls were eviscerated. There was more carnage on the screen than I have ever seen. My fuck machine was on top speed as I was cumming to bloody, violent scene after another. I know something is wrong with me.
I don’t envy gangbang rape porn stars. I don’t know how they take that many cocks up their ass at once. My stepson and his friends came by the other day. I was not happy to see him. I am never happy to see him because he hates me. He may start off friendly, but it never ends well for me. He had his friends with him, which scared me. Why would he bring so many guys to his dad’s house, especially when his dad was not home? He said he just wanted to get some booze for a party. We have a wine cellar, but it has a lot more than just wine in it. Pretty much any kind of booze you want can be found there. When I came back upstairs with a few bottles for him, he grabbed the bottles from my hands and his friends pulled me away. One tied me up while another stripped me naked. Soon, I was bound naked to the chair with a circle of men pouring booze down my throat. They wanted me drunk. If I spit out the booze, they punched me in the face or slapped me. My stepson decided to pinch my nose, so I would be forced to consume alcohol. I was getting drunk super quickly. I started puking. I was puking on myself. I was tied up and couldn’t get lose. I vaguely remember them laughing at me and humiliating me for being a bad drunk. I won’t forget what happened next, no matter how drunk I was. They untied me, poured a bucket of water over me to clean me up before they started gangbanging my ass. For a couple hours, I was their ass rape porn star. I smelled like puke and I was incoherent from the forced intoxication, but my ass was prolapsed and full of cum the next day as proof it wasn’t all just a bad drunk dream.
I don’t think any woman starts her day off saying, “I’m gonna make a gangbang rape porn today.” It just happens. I had been all over town looking for a fix. No one wanted to trade sex for coke or give me an advance. That is when I decided to go to the Mexican part of town. It is a rough neighborhood, especially for a gringa. But I needed coke and Mexicans will give it too me, for a price of course. Jose is the leader of this drug cartel. I have never met him, but I know of him. I made a bold, desperate move and went right to his place. His goons stopped me before I could get to the door, but he heard the ruckus and came out. He told me I was a ballsy bitch. I promised if he gave me some coke, I could be a mule for him. A white soccer mom can drive anywhere under the radar. He liked the idea of me packing bricks of heroin and coke in my mom van. I had to pass a test first. They need to be sure I wasn’t wearing a wire. How they decided gangbanging me was the way, I am not sure. They stripped me naked and pulled me apart like a Twizzler. Savages. My limbs were being pulled in different directions. They rammed about 4 cocks in my ass at once. They claimed that they were searching for wires, but I know they just wanted to ensure that they could own me. I wasn’t sure I was going to leave his house, but I did. I was wobbling from the ass torture sex, but I got some coke for my troubles. I also must be drug mule from the barrio to the suburbs. They own me. I fail them, I am one dead gringa.
Fantasy phone sex can be twisted. I know. I am riddled with dark desires. Sometimes, my dark desires become living nightmares, however. I was getting high with a bunch of guys and we played a game of “Would You Rather.” I said I would rather be gangbanged in a dirty alley than go to jail. I mean, most women would, right? A night of rough sex is better than months, even years of no freedom in my opinion. That has changed. They dragged me outside and decided to see if I really felt that way. They stripped me naked in a dirty alley riddled with trash, glass and hobos. They started gangbanging the shit out of me. I could feel rocks grinding into my ass and back. I think a dirty needle even pricked me. Cocks were rammed in an out of me as I fought and pleaded. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they invited the homeless men over to piss on me and fuck me if they wanted. I had smelly, drunk hobos fucking me. I was covered in their urine. Thank goodness, I was high. It seemed like a bad nightmare more than a gangbang rape porn. I tried to tell myself that it didn’t happen, but the cuts and bruises all over my body tell a different story.
My husband got super pissed at me over the weekend. I have been stealing from our emergency fund to support my habit. He finally caught on and punished me with a gangbang rape porn. He sold me to some friends of his to pay off what I stole. I couldn’t believe my husband was that sadistic. Normally, I get away with murder with him. Not this time and payback was a bitch. He wanted our emergency money to pay back a gambling debt. He had the kind of debt that if he didn’t pay back, his legs would get broken. Instead of broken legs, he sold me to his goons. They fucked the shit out of me for hours while my own husband filmed my ass rape porn debut. There were fists in my ass, several at a time too. These guys were rough on my holes. They didn’t give a fuck about me. I was just a fucking piece of meat to them, a way to even a score. My husband pitched them the idea of making a snuff film with me as the star. Selling it would bring 10 times what he owed them. My own husband was egging on a bunch of bookies to sodomize, torture and kill his wife for money. By the time it was over, I was covered in cum and blood. I was barely breathing. I guess I learned to not underestimate my husband.
I agreed to do some ass rape porn pictures for a dirty magazine. The pay was good, and I needed the money. I knew it was a questionable ad, but I was desperate. I owed this bitch some coke money and she is known for having her goons fuck up a bitch who doesn’t pay. The place was seedy as fuck. Roach infested no-tell motels were better than this place. There was a smell of shit and blood in the place. I figured that comes with the job. Blood and shit are hallmarks of rough anal sex. The photographer looked Serbian. He barely spoke English. I tried to focus on the money, but it was hard because the stench was nauseating, and bugs were crawling over my body. I thought I might puke. When the action started, I puked. That didn’t stop them from attacking my ass, however. The actors just pushed my face in my puke and fucked my ass without skipping a beat. The photographer was snapping pictures with his cock out. This was the most disgusting photo shoot ever. It became clear that was what they were going for. They wanted me covered in bugs, shit and blood. They smeared all of it over me while they fucked me. I felt worthless. How could I let myself get into this situation? I mean I am a soccer mom from the suburbs and I was covered in filth getting ass fucked in a disgusting room. When it was over, they paid me, and I paid my dealer just barely in enough time to spare my life. The only problem was, I think I had finally sunk so low, I wished I was dead. Hard to believe right? My coke addiction has led me to some dark places, but this was one of the darkest places ever.
Taboo phone sex whore available for New Year’s fun. I am a submissive slut. If I am high as a kite, I don’t complain. Trevor gave me $300 for three hours today. Considering all he did to me, he got a bargain. I just wanted drugs. I got some coke off him to tide me over. He got us a no tell motel where crack heads hang out. He is married, and his wife won’t let him explore his dark desires with him. Well, I am no goody two shoes. I will let any many use me for the right price. $300 was the right price this morning. He fucked my ass while choking me. He pissed in my mouth, forcing me to swallow every last drop. He flushed my head in the dirty ass toilet. He made me lick the even dirtier ass floor too. For three hours, I was his fuck slave and his humiliation junkie. What happens in a dirty ass motel, stays in a dirty ass motel. At least I got a big bag of blow out of the ordeal.
I got a gift card to an adult bookstore for Christmas. It was from my mother of all people. She knows what a kinky freak I can be. Today, when the store opened back up, I went in to buy some sex toys. The store was not crowded. I guess most folks were out at other stores shopping for after holiday sales. I enjoyed looking around. I enjoyed the attention too. I was getting a lot of that from the few people shopping with me. There was a couple in the store too. Sexy looking duo. The wife approached me thinking I might be a pro. She wanted to hire me to fuck her husband. I politely declined. I only fuck strangers for coke. They didn’t look like the druggy type. My rebuff, as nice as it was, didn’t go over well. They took what they wanted anyway and what they wanted was me. The woman grabbed my hair and slammed my head on the counter. While I was dazed, they were getting me ready for a homemade ass rape porn. This was a kinky couple. They fisted my ass and pussy. They encouraged other patrons to fuck me too. There was no holiday cheer with these two. They ravaged me while others egged them on. They took toys from the store and shoved them in all my holes. I was gaped and sore. My ass was bleeding, but they didn’t care. The were huffing from spray cans. The higher they got, the rougher I got treated. I was tied down for several hours. Every new customer got to fuck the old whore for free. I was part of the holiday sale: hardcore anal sex sale. The store owner did nothing to help me. The kinky couple abusing me paid him money to look the other way. He looked away until I was covered in cum and bleeding out the ass.
