I am an ass rape porn star. Like I have done anal porn. I made quite a name for my self in the hardcore anal porn world. I retired though, at least professionally. I have tried to get into more mainstream porn, but when you have been a hardcore anal whore most mainstream places will not touch you. So, when I get pressed for cash, I must slip back into the seedy world of underground hardcore anal porn. It pays well, but it is dangerous, and you lose your dignity. Most men will tell you a taboo whore like me has no dignity to lose. That may be true, but I try to be a normal woman, but the lure of fast cash pulls me back in every time. Two nights ago, I ended up in the ER with a ripped rectum. That was the doctor’s term. I did an ass porn, and his cock was the hugest I have ever had in my asshole. He did more than prolapse my asshole. He tore through my ass requiring medical attention as my ass was bleeding. His cock was 14-inches and the thickest I have ever seen. I mean two hands wrapped around it and I could not get my fingers to touch. He was some Italian Stallion with a brutal side. I mean he paid this man a couple grand to find him a taboo phone sex whore who liked it in the ass. I have worked with the director before many times, so I was his first call. I was compensated well, more than I have ever made off any ass porn before. But I have never required stitches before, so maybe the money was not worth it. Who am I kidding? The money was so worth a ripped rectum. I have insurance. Some rest and ice on my ass, I will be back in the game before long.
I love being an accomplice phone sex partner. In the world of submissive slaves, I paid my dues. I worked myself up the food chain and have earned the right to help you kill and torture little sluts. Some guys even hire me to procure them a tender age slut. As a woman, I can lure a girl to her demise much more easily than a man. Girls lack the same stranger danger feel for women that they do for men. I am here helping men fuck little girls because of that. Over the weekend, I helped Stan. As a slave, I watched masters, even my own father, trap young girls and do very bad things to them. I know what I am doing. For almost 20 years, I sat back, watched, and learned. Now, I am in the driver’s seat. I brought Stan, Ashley. She was this cute little raven-haired beauty queen. She resembled his niece who has been cock teasing him since she was in diapers. He likes to watch the little Miss Sunshine girls. He books hotel rooms where little beauty pageants occur and watches the little contestants strut their stuff. I made his dark fantasy of exploring rape phone sex fantasies with one cum true. I posed as a pageant parent, kidnapped one and brought her back to this seedy by the hour motel where Stan was waiting. His dick was already hard from the anticipation. I had her drugged and dressed in her gown and a tiara on her head. She was a cutie. He was balls deep in her virginal cunnie when she woke up crying. I gave her a hot shot and she passed out again. Turns out I overdosed her. I am still learning my drug dosages. He got to fuck his beauty queen and explore his more morbid sex with dead bodies fantasies, and I got paid. I ditched her lifeless body in a field 100 miles away from the crime scene. Her body likely will never be found and if it is, her death will be penned on some P man on the registry. I am a great accomplice.
When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.
I am built for snuff porn. My dad used to tell me I was built for fucking. I think he envisioned me as a grown woman when I was just a schoolgirl to justify the horrible things his friends and him would do to me. I had an awful experience growing up. My youth was riddled with abuse. I ran away as a young teen girl. I do not know if my father or mother are still alive. Hell, I might have siblings. My friends have told me to do the 23 and Me DNA testing thing to see if I have any relatives. I have considered it, but I am afraid my father is still out there. I know he would be so angry. He might even kill me. I was his cash cow as a teen girl and his get out of jail free card. He would offer my holes up to his poker buddies every time he lost. I was offered up to cops to turn the other way too when he did something illegal too. No one ever turned down jail bait pussy. If the Internet was as big as it is now, I have no doubt my father would have pimped me out online too. When I finally had the guts to run away, I ran fast and far to make sure he would never find me again. He haunts my dreams. I wake up in a hot sweat many nights a week afraid I will see him standing over my bed with his cock out ready to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me again. Men think they can treat me as their snuff doll and break me. Like I am afraid of anything they can bring. No one was worse than my father. He broke me years ago. I guess because he still haunts me, and I fear him finding me, I am still his slave.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? It is okay to admit them to me. I get sexually aroused when you share your rape fantasies with me. Can I tell you mine? Well, one of mine because I have so many. One of my reoccurring fantasies is a gang bang. I imagine I am in a seedy night club. I drink one too many sex on the beaches and the next thing I know, I am being gang banged in the club bathroom on a dirty floor. Not just one guy either. Like 10 horny men ravaging me, even tying me up. I always get super wet thinking about or watching gangbang rape porn. I think it inspires my dark fantasies. I met this guy at the club last night. And I had drank way more tequila than normal. He asked me to tell him a deep dark fantasy. I spilled the beans about my gang bang rape fantasy. An hour later, I was in that club bathroom with about 8 men. Strangers. I knew none of them. The guy I was flirting with orchestrated it all. He did not fuck me, however. He said he just wanted to watch a whore have her nasty fantasy cum true. He did tie me up however just in case I did not like the reality of my wicked fantasy. I did not like it. These were not handsome men. These were middle-aged men with bear guts, small dicks and male pattern baldness. Men not hot enough for me, but that was what Trey got off on. He made this all happen because his sick fantasy was watching a girl get gang banged in a dirty bathroom. They fucked me too. In every hole I have. Cum oozing out of me. They choked me, slapped me and spanked me. The last thing to happen before they left me on the dirty floor was Trey cumming in my face. He thanked me for helping his fantasy cum true, then they laughed at me and left.
I had an ass rape porn audition. I was down on my luck financially. I have gotten behind in bills because of Covid. A major source of my income has been the strip club. Plus, the phone sex business has been slow for me too. I know how to make money. I have been hustling since I was a little girl. Sex always sells. If I need money, I whore myself out. I am not ashamed to use my body. It is the best tool I have. I answered an ad on this adult staffing site. A guy was looking for a model for a hardcore ass film. Anal is not something I shy away from. I arrived at this studio in the bad part of town. The white suburbanites do not want porn studios in their backyard. I was skeptical, but desperate, so I pushed my doubts to the corners of my mind. I had to audition first. I got on the casting couch and spread my legs. I spread them wide too. I showed off my cute, puckered asshole. I was not looking at him. I was facing the wall. Suddenly, I felt a shock. My entire body seized up and I pissed the couch. He had shoved a taser up my ass. If I had pussy hair, no doubt it would have singed. That shock was followed by his cock. I was no longer auditioning. I was now the victim of his anal rape phone sex fantasies. I had no fight in me from the shock. I also did not want to stop him because I needed the $1000 promised for the role or I would be homeless. My ass was somewhat numb from the taser. Perhaps, that was a blessing in disguise. I endured a few hours of hardcore anal sex to pay the rent. When I left the dingy studio, cum was pouring out my ass. I left a trail of jizz to my car. I was a little worn for the wear, but I would not be homeless.
He wanted me to be his accomplice phone sex partner. I was so excited too because he wanted me to help him with his girlfriend’s teen daughter. He is dating the mother just to get to the girl. Once I met her, I cannot say that I blamed him. She was a cute girl. He told the girl I was his assistant. I picked her up from school. I looked professional for the assignment. I hung out with her for awhile after school. I convinced her to let me eat her bald wet pussy. She made my cunt super wet. She tasted like watermelon. She was sweet and sticky. She oozed her schoolgirl juice all over my face as I lapped her pretty slit. When David came in, I had that girl in a good mood. I had her drugged too. She was not going to remember a thing about the teen rape porn we made. I had her cunt wet, and asshole lubed up for David. I told the girl I wanted to show her what hot adult sluts do with older men. She was so fucked up that she would have let me saw off a tit. David did not want to destroy her. He just wanted to fuck her up and leave her covered in jizz. His big dick stretched and gaped her tiny perfect pussy hole. She was bleeding from the cherry pop, but I licked it up. Virgin blood is the sweetest taste. I had her bloody cunt on my face while David fucked hole number two. I imagined I would need to clean up her shitty, bloody asshole too. David said she was way tighter than he ever could have imagined. She was a teen girl. Hard to believe she was still a virgin, but the blood bath proved she was. David was pleased with my services and tipped me a large sum for helping him make his rape phone sex fantasies cum true. Maybe I can be your accomplice too.
Strangulation phone sex is hot as fuck. I love erotic asphyxiation. I used to use pantyhose and stockings, even silk scarves to get off as I masturbated. I am a pain slut. Daddy made me that way. He was the one who first strangled me while fucking my brains out. It is no secret that daddy was a mean son of a bitch. He did not have a daughter. He had a whore. And he used me like one. Decades later, I am still striving for a fix of erotic asphyxiation. I put an ad out on Tinder for some erotic asphyxiation fun. I was bombarded with PMs. Lots of men love the idea of fucking a woman and choking her out. I bet you have even thought about it too or maybe tried it on yourself.
Jeremy came over last night. He was the winner of my Tinder search. I wanted his young cock. He wanted to choke a bitch while making an ass rape porn video. He brought plenty of supplies. He had a variety of things to choke me with, but in the end, he used his hands while he ravaged my pink asshole. I would get close to passing out, then I would cum because erotic asphyxiation is fucking hot. I wanted to choke him too, but he would not let me. He said I was the snuff star. This was about choking me out. I thought he might kill me. I mean accidents happen all the time. People die from exploring erotic asphyxiation every year. I did not want to be a statistic. I just wanted to cum and get fucked hard. I passed out a few times but woke back up from him slamming his cock in my ass. Finally, he left. I survived but I have a black and blue ring around my throat. Good thing it is turtleneck weather.
Ass rape porn in the morning, was not my idea. In fact, I thought my days of getting anally abused by men was over. I have paid my dues. I have moved up the food chain and proved myself a loyal accomplice. He released me from my contract a year ago. I brought him enough young pussy to fuck and kill to buy my freedom back. I have not seen him in months. When he showed up at my door, I assumed he wanted me to get him a sweet piece of meat. He was there for me. He wanted to fuck a blonde bimbo, and he told me no one has an ass like mine. I was scared. He was in a mood, and I remember his moods vividly. He put his hands around my throat and forced me inside my house. He pinned me to the wall like some bug and finger banged my pussy so hard. I am not talking one finger. He shoved all five fingers inside my cunt. He was fisting me. I was begging for mercy. He pulled his fist out of my cunt and released the grip he had on my throat. I thought maybe he was releasing me, but as I fell to the floor with a thud, he spit on me. He told me I was his whore for life and that meant that he could take me whenever he wanted. I thought I was free of his abuse, but that was not the case. He kicked me and spit on me and told me no bitch is ever free from him. I feared I might be his snuff porn victim, but he said he wanted me alive still because I do procure him tender flesh. He informed me, he just had to remind me I am nothing more than a whore. He shoved his cock in my ass and sodomized me for what felt like an eternity. I guess once a blonde bimbo whore, always a blonde bimbo whore.
It will be a snuff sex year. It is my resolution to be a partner in crime more often than in past years. I have moved myself up the food chain. I am more the accomplice than the victim lately. Some guys still like to abuse a bimbo, but I am in my 30s now, so my holes are not as tight as some little slut. I am a willing victim too and that is a turn off for a lot of men. Here I am though, putting myself out there to help you with your dark fantasies. I helped a guy earlier this week kidnap his niece from school. He has been lusting after her for years. She is a young schoolgirl and a cock tease. She sits on his lap and grinds her little juice box into his thighs. That is a cock tease to me. He could not pick her up at school because there would be a paper trail. So, I had to snatch her on her way home from school. I told her that I was going to be her aunt soon. She bought the lie and came with me. I met her uncle on the outskirts of town in this no tell motel. It is a drug flop house essentially. No one there would be a reliable witness. I tied her to the bed with my pantyhose and one of her uncle’s belts. It was so hot looking at her little scared body like that. I guess now I know why daddy did what he did to me. My friend wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for his niece. He did too with my help. He had no intention of killing her until I pointed out she could ID him and me. That is where I come in as a good accomplice. I killed her and dumped her body in another county. Yes, 2022 is off to a good year.
