I am an ass rape porn star. I have been trying to leave that world behind me, but guys are obsessed with my ass. I had a bad encounter this week. I was not planning on doing any porn. I thought I was showing up to do a bondage shoot. I am a fetish model. I have been one since I was 18. When I arrived, I realized that I had been set up. The guy was no photographer. He knew me. He knew me when I was just a little girl getting gang banged by my father. I had a pit in my stomach because if a friend of my father’s could find me almost 25 years later, so could my father. What happened was this guy was in my town for business and stepped into the strip club and recognized me. How I am not sure. I mean I have big tits and platinum blonde hair now. I do not look the same as I did as a little girl. He claimed it was my eyes and nose, and he researched me from there. Damn Internet. I gave him a lap dance and had no clue. I just look through most of the losers. I recognized him now. I legit had a panic attack. I was flooded with bad memories of my youth. I peed my panties and I have not done that in ions. I tried to escape but he had thugs that grabbed me. I made a gangbang rape porn. This was one I did not enjoy at all. At least my father was not there. I was afraid to ask about him. I have no clue if he is alive or dead. Well, I had no clue until they were done using my asshole. He told me that the video was for my father who was back in Illinois still hoping to find me again. I guess I must move. If my father finds me, I am dead. Although he is in his 60s now, he has had years to let his anger and hatred seethe.
Do you have strangulation phone sex fantasies? My Tinder date did. He was one of the hottest men I have ever seen on Tinder too. It was such a shame. He is married and lives in the next county, so we agreed to meet at a no tell motel on the outskirts of town. It is a seedy rent by the hour sort of place. I knew it was a gross hotel with a bad reputation, but I was not going there by myself or to do drugs. I just wanted a big married cock. He was even better looking in person. Older with salt and pepper hair, plus impeccably dressed. He certainly stood out at this dive hotel. We fucked for an hour. It was a hot fuck too. Big dick and he knew how to use it. I struck gold, until I realized he was a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type after he came. I thought he was reaching down to grab his pants because he had to leave. He pulled his belt off his pants and before I realized why, it was too late. His belt was around my neck as I laid face down on the bed. He was strong. He pulled tightly, strangling me. He was sitting on my back, so I could not get away. I was fading fast. I was just not strong enough for him. He said he was going to make it look like I hung myself in this dirty no tell motel. I was trying to get my fingers between the belt and my neck, but I could not. I passed out, lost consciousness and he snuffed me out. He fucked me, then killed me like a female praying mantis does to her male mates. Then he had sex with my dead body. Sex with dead bodies was his thing all along, and he lured me like a dumb bimbo to my death.
He told me he had rape phone sex fantasies. I informed him all men do. I did not shame him for his natural desires. I am a dark princess. I love to delve into the dark recesses of a man’s mind. I told him I was game to be his rape fantasy doll. I just had no idea how dark he was. He told me he was going to take me on a date first. I thought how cool this will be a date rape fantasy. In my head, I was all dolled up for a night on the town. That was not the kind of date he had in mind. He took me to the pound. A friend of his is the night manager there. Turns out they have this thing going on where Steve brings his dates to the pound after hours and him and Chris make mutt porn with the girls. I was like no way, and I started to leave. That was not a request apparently because Steve grabbed my hair and shoved me into the kennel with all the rovers. They padlocked the gate and rolled the camera. Those furry bests treated me like their private gangbang rape porn star. It was like no other gang bang I have ever done. They pawed at me, pulling me to the ground. I screamed and pleaded but it fell on death ears. Red rockets forced their way into my fuck holes. They humped me like horny beast. They all just wanted to fight over my fuck holes. All desperate to nut. Some bit me and some pissed on me too. I was a mess. Big furry beasts with dicks like shards of glass in my ass and pussy. I cried. They left me in that cage for hours making their XXX film. I would have rather starred in a snuff porn. Worst date ever.
I am your taboo phone sex whore. I am here for your dark fantasies. Some of you just like to abuse a girl or give her a hardcore ass fucking. Yet, many of you have those extreme fantasies of death. I get into those too. I am a sexy switch. I can help you kill, or I can be killed. I enjoy both. Last night, I was the victim in a hot rape fantasy. I was at the club dancing when a guy gets the VIP room. I crawled to him in a leather BDSM outfit and a dog collar. I got scared when he put a chair under the door handle to prevent it from turning. I was doing my best to not think about his plans for me and give him a sexy lap dance. As I was grinding my ass on his cock like a dirty cock tease, he put his hand around my throat. Many guys do, but this guy started strangling me. Choking me until I could not breathe. As I was fighting him, he pulled my thong to the side and shoved his dick in my ass like I was his personal ass rape porn star. He shoved his dick in raw, force fucking me in the club. I was fighting the entire time. This was supposed to be a lap dance not a rape fantasy. His dick was really fat, which hurt my pretty puckered asshole. He was forcing his cock in my ass while strangling me. I tried to elbow him in the gut, and he tossed me across the room like I was a rag doll. He stood up and kicked me several times in the stomach. I would get up on my knees and he would slam me back down with his foot. He pissed and spit on me like a disposal piece of trash. The money he gave me, he took back. He tossed one dollar bill on the floor and said that was all I was worth. I was on the floor battered, bruised with an ass full of cum. I had a big purple ring around my neck too. I was lucky to be alive.
Medical fetish phone sex calls are not what I get a lot. And I am grateful for that because every time a guy says he has a medical fetish I get a pit in my stomach. It is always some sort of wicked torture beyond any threshold a pain slut could have. This call was no different. Honestly, I should have hung up or said I had an appointment. The first thing he asked me was if I had Ben Gay. That was followed by if I had Q-tips. Most women over 30 have both. That pit in my stomach grew bigger because I had a good guess about what he wanted me to do. I sat down on my bed and spread my legs, then my cunt. I grabbed a leather belt to bite down on because I knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. I also knew where I was putting it. He had no interest in putting that Q-tip in my pussy. We both knew that hole was a canyon compared to my urethra. He called it the 4th wonder on a woman’s body after the pussy, the ass and the mouth. I have had sounding devices in my pee hole before, and I piss glass and blood for days after it hurts so much. I bit down on that leather strap and braced myself for pain. I much prefer snuff porn roleplays to torturing my own body. My eyes were welling up in anticipation. I did the best I could. I tried to jab the cotton tip down my pee hole. It was hard to talk, bite and shove at once, but I did it. And it hurt. It burned something awful, and it hurt like nothing else. Blood came back up on the Q-tip. My caller just laughed and told me thanks for playing before he nutted and hung up. I am still burning when I pee, but as long as u are happy, I am happy.
I have been told that I bring out violent phone sex tendencies in men. Do you agree? When I met Matt, I thought he was a normal dude. You know, a guy into sports and music, not beating up women. I guess I was wrong because Matt turned out to be just another misogynistic asshole. We had a date last night. We had fun too. A movie and dinner with adult cocktails. I felt normal for a few hours. Once back at his house, I thought we might fuck. I wanted to fuck. He seemed into me, but it was all a rouse. He had other plans for me. My cocktail was spiked because I quickly became disoriented. I was falling down and slurring. The next thing I knew, I was hanging upside down in a dungeon being skull fucked by random men. I was duped for a gangbang rape porn. I could not talk well. I had my mouth full of dick and I was still groggy from the drugs. I remember them shocking my tits with something that looked like jumper cables. I am sure it was some sort of BDSM device. It made me piss myself. And when you are hanging upside down, if you pee it runs down your body and into your mouth. They laughed but I grimaced. They did not care that my urine was on their dicks. They kept savagely throat fucking me. I thought I might puke, but I held it back. I knew if I puked, I might choke or suffocate on my own vomit in that position. The blood was rushing to my head and causing a weird feeling too. They did not care. They used me for hours. Then Matt cut me down and they mounted me on a cold concrete floor like a dirty animal. They fucked my ass like an ass rape porn star next. It was another couple hours of abuse before I was let go. He told me if I said a word, he would kill me. He will just keep finding bimbos like me on Tinder and abusing them too.
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.
