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I used to be in plenty of snuff movies. I was dating a porn producer who had a sick fantasy of me being used so much it turned him on to see other men fuck me on set.
Each time I had a scene, he watched closely, making sure I was being fucked hard, and no one was taking it easy on me. All I could do was endure the pain and smile on my face.
The guy I dated wanted his porn stars to love snuff. It hurt me so much but eventually, I became addicted to the pain and torture. All I could do was get comfortable with my new normal. It involved me being a pain slut, and I had to enjoy every minute.
I knew my boyfriend was pretty dark. I kept thinking it was a small price to pay. When we first got together, he pulled out all the work. Red roses, chocolate spa days, shopping sprees, he did it for me. Once we got a little more severe and lived together, everything flipped. My boyfriend was so eager to have a little one with me. I was still in school, working quite a bit, and looking forward to a brighter future. Whenever he would bring upbringing in life, I would change the subject.
You can say my instincts knew the situation more than I did. After some time, I decided to give in and let him impregnate me. I thought it would make our relationship solid. Instead, it was a total nightmare. I could hear him have strangulation phone sex with random girls. I was angry and hurt, but he told me he would fuck the tot out of me and strangle me to death. I would have to sleep with one eye open because he had some sinister plans that would make me beg to be dead.
Mold me to your demented fantasy. I was told you had a dark side, but I went ahead and pursued dating you. I was often told to be cautious and forwarned about your addiction to killer phone sex and the ideas that were in your mind. Your ex-girlfriend made it clear that you couldn’t get off unless there were blood and pain and blood-curdling screams.
Still, I thought I could change you, but in reality, I fell into a world of snuff. I’m now yours to do what you please. It is going to be me in a body bag leaving this relationship. I’m so into feeling carve my body up and tell me how hideous I am. I love to show you my body because it’s the canvas you will create your art.
I want you to own me and my tight ass. Let me make your teen phone sex fantasies cum true.
Turn my asshole inside out and make me beg for your cum load. I want you to choke me out and make me gasp for air, then do it all over again till I’m blue in the face. It’s time daddy shows me he owns me and will drain his cock in my tight ass.
Make me cry and smear my makeup with tears and cum. Paint my face while you fist my asshole. You can do whatever you need to do to get off and make me your stupid cum rag. I know you love that I’m a little bimbo. It makes your cock even harder when I’m so high and doing all kinds of stupid things for your attention and your cock. Make me beg you and worship your fat yummy cock. Show me you will do whatever you want, even if it means you will hurt me till you get to nut all over my whore body. Pull my whore tits during your thrust your fat cock in me.
Kidnapping phone sex is what I seek out. There are many reasons why I feel this way. I was fresh out of high school and in the world of the coed living. College life is an expensive experience, especially if you aren’t sure about that commitment. I solely believe that I had to outdo my family and break the curses of not finishing schooling. I would do anything to prove I was capable, As most college student expenses were adding up, and I had to come up with a secure plan to make some serious cash flow.
I kept hearing about this sugar baby experience site. I thought with a bit of guidance and practice, and I too could benefit from having an older man pay for my expenses. I set up a profile and began to answer the questionnaire. At this point, I was half a virgin, Meaning I still considered myself pure even though I was one for some Christian academy sex. I was a complete anal whore, but I still had my cherry. My asshole kept getting beatings throughout the summers thru high school.
When your father is a small-minded pastor, you have to keep up appearances. I gathered my thoughts and went into a rabbit hole of memories. So many men would take advantage of me. I kept saying yes because I needed that validation. I’m also all for getting praised and then taking advantage of it.
When I got matched, I had endless butterflies. I could feel the excitement take over, and I began to fantasize about all the experiences I’d be able to gain. The man who would pursue me would end up being the complete nightmare; I had no idea what I would experience, but I was going to learn it would be the catalyst to all the nasty phone sex I now have.
When I joined the porn scene and moved to porn valley, I had high hopes of becoming the next Alexis texas. Sure I wasn’t half as good-looking as lex for tex, but I had grit. I had a character full of life and had the stars in my eyes. It shined so bright the thought of me becoming a porn girl. I made plenty of connections and put myself thru a grueling workout plan and eating plan. All I could ever aspire to be was to become the best fuck slut and get plenty of avns for my efforts. The callbacks became slim to none. I wasn’t getting any part I thought I’d get. Instead, I became quite the girl for snuff. At first, I was a little disappointed, but once I saw how many people thought about having killer phone sex with me and how much they wanted to bash my skull, I felt pretty infamous. Famous for something terrible, which in terms of porn is pretty standard. It made my heart melt to know so many people were masturbating to the thought of me being fucked to death. Call cynical, but it seems I’m a pretty big deal after all, and that’s not too shabby.
I had the perfect date set up for my man and me I. Little did I know he had something up his sleeve. My boyfriend has always had a mean streak. When he fights with me, he gets nasty, and I annoy him in every aspect. I’m always walking on eggshells when it comes to our relationship. Anything can set him off and make me have a horrible night. Many times I have almost met death because I push him too far. It can be something as simple as me wearing something he doesn’t quite fancy. Either way, I try to make him happy and do what I can to keep him excited. For valentines day, I wanted to push him into getting him to follow his darkest hot fantasies. Snuff movies are big for him, and he wanted to see me covered in blood for a bloody valentine.
Come over and make me your stupid slut. I want you to make me have snuff sex with you because I am the dirtiest little bitch ever. I am pretty sure you want to see me bleed out because every time you see me cry, you get extra hard. You know you will make me your little bitch. You don’t even need my consent.
You are free to fuck me over however you want. Women were meant to please men, and we are all pathetic and inferior. Feminist whores need to know their place, and it is beneath a man sucking him off and letting him beat her to a bloody pulp. I have allowed every man that has crossed my path to make me wish I was dead by all the pain they cause my cunt.
I have a sex dream about a stalker holding me captive and making me his torture sex slave. I always wake up in a pool of cum, all drenched. I don’t know how I get so wet, but I am soaked and probably knee-deep into five to ten orgasms. I swear I squirt, too it is insane how much I am aroused when I have this dream.
Many might categorize this as a nightmare, but I think about it as the best fuck ever. I am wearing black lingerie in the dream, and I have a master exposing me and live streaming me so all my friends and family can see what’s going on and make sure I am told.
I have to let him piss on me and hold me captive and use me in every way possible. I am ordered around, whipped, and fucked mercilessly. It is one hot nightmare if you ask me.
There’s a game I like to play to make my master enjoy me more. I love to inflict a lot of pain on myself to show him that I am worthy of being his fuck slut. One of the many tasks I do is make myself have excruciating pain to the point where I am almost passed out. Once I see the pleasure and excitement in his face, I know I am being the best pain slut for him and will be rewarded ever so kindly. The kindly part is pretty much zero, but at the very least, I can enjoy some torture sex even though I usually im not allowed to cum, and it’s a ruined orgasm for me but so much pleasure for him.