Yara’s Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasy Becomes Reality

I started my latest cam girl vlog the way I always do: legs spread on the couch, fingers teasing my clit while I told my viewers about my newest fantasy: Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasy. That was the title. I spoke about a stranger breaking in, whispering filthy orders over the phone and I fingered myself, pretending he was right there with me. Every girl loves a little domination phone sex, and I was no exception.

I hit publish, still wet, still buzzing. Then my dealer texted. “Saw your post. You want it for real?” I laughed it off until he showed up at my door with two of his boys and a camera already rolling.

They didn’t knock. The door slammed open and rough hands grabbed me before I could scream. One of them shoved my own phone against my ear. “Talk dirty like you did online,” my dealer growled. “Tell us how you want your ass fucked.”

My voice shook as I repeated my invasion fantasy, describing exactly how I wanted to be pinned down and used. They made it real. My shorts were ripped away, my face shoved into the cushions while thick fingers spread lube across my hole. The camera zoomed in as my dealer pressed his cock against my tight ring and shoved inside with one brutal thrust.

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“Say it louder,” he ordered. I moaned the fantasy I’d created earlier, how I wanted to be stretched, filled, and broken in. They took turns pounding my ass, stretching me wider each time, cum leaking down my thighs while the red light kept blinking.

By the time they finished, my vlog post had thousands of views. The video was already uploaded.

 

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum!

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Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum.

I am a tough bitch who can take the pain you want to give me.

I want you to pound this pussy so hard I scream out in pain.

Hold me down and force me to take your big, girthy cock raw; don’t even lube it up.

I want it to hurt! Tie ropes around my tits until they are swollen and red.

Twist my nipples until I’m squirming in agony.

Then face fuck me to get me to shut up.

No one can hear me scream if there’s a big cock in my mouth, cutting off my airflow.

Then flip me around with my ass high in the air and arms shackled around my back.

Spread my ass cheeks wide open and fuck my tight little booty hole.

Ripping me from the inside, until blood is on your cock.

Use my blood as lube and fuck me even harder.

Don’t stop until your cum is mixing with my tears.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Snuff Sex Fantasies From My Sadistic Phone Sex Archives

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I’m strapped to the cold steel table, my legs spread wide and locked into shackles that bite into my ankles. He stands over me, his eyes cold and hungry, looking at my trembling pussy like it’s just a piece of meat he’s about to carve. “Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he sneers, slapping my cheek so hard my head snaps to the side. “Begging for it before I even touch you.”

 

I moan, my hips arching instinctively. I want the pain. I crave the way he breaks me. He doesn’t waste time; he grabs a heavy leather belt and whips it across my thighs. Crack. The sting is electric, leaving a bright red welt across my pale skin. I scream, but it’s a sound of pure ecstasy.

 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he growls, shoving two fingers brutally deep into my soaking wet cunt. He doesn’t lubricate; he just forces them in, stretching me wide. I gasp, my breath hitching as he pumps his fingers violently, mimicking the fuck I’m desperate for. He reaches for a pair of pliers on the tray, glancing at my nipples. “Let’s see how much of a good little bitch you are when I start pulling.” He clamps down on my left nipple and twists, pulling the flesh away from my chest. I wail, my body convulsing, my pussy leaking juices all over the steel as the agony blends perfectly with the arousal

Blasphemy Phone Sex is The Greatest Way to Summon Satan

The darkest path to Satan’s throne runs straight through blasphemy phone sex. In these blissful moments of summoning Satan and causing complete demise to you, my victim and sacrifice. In fact, this is my greatest pleasure.
Consequently, I kneel before my inverted cross every night. And rubbing my wet pussy while I desecrate every holy word I was ever taught. For I am the dark goddess of perversity, and I will destroy Christ with the very sin of Lust.
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Furthermore, the more I moan profanities spoken in tongues of dark evil phone sex blackness, further in the depths of Hell thou shalt fall. Now surrender to my darkness and walk through the valley of death to the altar of sin.
The stronger His presence grows inside my trembling gothic whore body. Therefore, I cum harder knowing each orgasm feeds the dark lord’s hunger. And this is my power. It’s the power of my demonic cunt that will drain your seed.
Moreover, I light black candles around my altar and slide crucifixes inside my dripping cunt. All while strangers listen to me scream filthy prayers backward.
“nemA earatson sitrom aroh ni te cnun subirotaccep sibon orp aro ieD retaM airaM atcnaS suseI iut sitnev sutcurf sutcideneb te subireilum ni ut atcideneB mucet sunimoD anelp aitarg airaM evA”
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Additionally, I beg Satan to fill me with His infernal seed as I claw at my pale breasts. Thus leaving bloody trails across my flesh.
Meanwhile, my callers stroke their hard cocks to my sacrilegious moans. And I love knowing they’re sinning right alongside me.
Furthermore, when the final climax hits, I feel Him. So, I feel Satan’s burning cock splitting me open from the inside.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Is My Dark Communion

Consequently, my eyes roll back as I choke on His name. Ultimately, blasphemy phone sex isn’t just pleasure. It’s my dark communion, and I’m His Gothic Phone Sex whore forever.
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Ass Rape Porn Star Blair’s Ass Takes a Beating But Keeps on Ticking

ass rape pornThis ass rape porn star it experienced a busy night. Of course I needed coke. My sons decided to throw a party and invite eight friends over. So, I needed to score enough coke to keep up with 10 boys. My sons love watching me with their friends. They claim that I am the reason they’re popular at school. Every teenage boy wants to hang out at their house.

I love that I can help my boys like that. But I needed some coke and I needed it immediately. When I need a quick fix like that, I end up doing desperate, stupid things. Like calling up this one director who loves to sodomize me in creative ways. And last night did not seem any different. Honestly, he scares me. I don’t fear that he will kill me. That’s not the problem. However, his creativity makes his anal porn seem like nothing but anal torture sex.

We started off with a baseball bat in my ass. Not the handle part first. He went in with the thick top of the bat first. He managed to get almost all of it inside of me too. My asshole swallowed a baseball bat. He turned that baseball bat into a butt plug. And I could feel it stretching my colon from the inside. No doubt it did some damage to my intestines. I might not shit right ever yet.

My Asshole Takes a Beating Just So I Can Score Coke

I feared what would come next. But luckily the baseball bat was the biggest thing he fucked me with. He wanted to stretch and gape my ass so he could get other things in there like his forearm and a wine bottle. At one point he even gave my ass a beer douche. He shook up a bottle of Miller light, pulled off the cap and shoved it in my ass. I could feel the fizzing cleaning out my ass and my lower intestines. He joked that my beer douche turned bloody because he shredded my ass. Luckily this guy lets me get high before he experiments on my asshole.

I endured a couple hours of pain just to score enough coke to keep up with 10 teenage boys. But they would need to fuck my pussy because after that session, my asshole looked bigger than the Grand Canyon. And that would mean my pussy would feel way tighter than my asshole. Honestly, I didn’t care what hole they fucked. I wouldn’t feel anything on the coke I earned the hard way.

Stephanie gets snuffed

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I should have known that I would eventually meet the same fate as the victims I so eagerly help Master snuff out. Maybe deep down I knew and didn’t care. Either way, I end up just like the rest of them. Another missing slut that no one would bother looking for.

I did everything right, like I always do. My mistake was believing that I could ever truly be his accomplice. He was stringing me along the whole time, waiting for me to get comfortable.

I lured our last shared play thing in and prepared her for his sick methods of torture.

After stripping her down, I tied her up, spreading her wide open by her wrists and ankles. Laughing in her face while I slapped her around made Master’s cock twitch. My pussy got more wet every time that stupid bitch screamed, cried or sniffled. I beat her violently, punching and bashing her in the face repeatedly. Using a leather whip, I sliced into our victim until blood poured from the deep gashes all across her body. Master watched while slowly stroking his hard cock.

 Suddenly, he turned on me. Without any warning he grabbed me by the hair and started beating me just like I had been beating our victim. His fist pounded into my face over and over again. Blood spatter flung from his hands and speckled the walls and floor around us.

 I spit out shards of shattered teeth and thick, slimy blood clots.

He forced me to my knees and stuffed his cock in my gummy, blood filled mouth. Our victim laid there terrified while Master choked me with his fat dick. Red tinged slobber hung from my chin in slimy strings. I gagged and wretched as he brutally fucked my throat.

He tied me up next to our victim and whipped us both until pieces our skin hung from the deep slices all over. After whipping us he readjusted my restraints, putting me into a face down position. He wanted me like that so that he could rip into my asshole with his fat dick. Master force fucked me until my shithole was ripped, gaped, bloody and raw. He saved my pussy for last, sinking himself in all the way to the hilt while strangling me with my panties. Snuff fantasies make my evil whore pussy gush and drip! What kind of twisted fantasy do you have for me?

Bondage phone sex gets extreme when I’m tied up

Bondage phone sexBondage phone sex and snuff, go hand in hand. As the knots are cinched tight, I can feel the weight of the guy plowing me from behind. It’s a long rotation of cock fucking my tied up pussy.

The men who will desecrate me bring me to the brink of delirium.

The ropes are my prison, my shackles to a world where all I know is pain.
I need cock to plunge into me so I can feel something. These guys are going to ruin me, totally rutted out and ruined just like I fucking deserve.

Time loses all meaning as I’m passed from man to man, each one leaving their mark upon my ravaged flesh. I’ve been tied up for hours, and I don’t know when I will be free.

The girl before me couldn’t hang on as long as I could. She broke halfway during her fuck torture, so she wasn’t able to play anymore. They fucked her to the grave and beyond. If I hold on longer, just a few more hours, I know I won’t be a dead Snuff sex slave like her.

Necrophilia phone sex takes you to the darkest depths

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Necrophilia phone sex satisfies the monster inside. I have this hunger to defile and indulge in sweet death. But I like to get real fucking nasty with it. My foreplay is to get your cock nice and hard and drive it up her sweet cunt.

Don’t you want to lose control and enjoy yourself in the most vile of ways?

I will guide your hard cock into her, and you will blast off inside her cunt. Please slam her till she is gone forever. Seriously, Fuck her into a corpse for me, and then you can enjoy stroking your cock to me fucking her dead pussy.

The first time I ever fucked a corpse, I wasn’t looking for it. It was an accident. My boyfriend brought home his bitch he wanted to fuck, and for some reason, she pissed me off. I sat on her face till she stopped breathing, and when I realized I made a cold, dead Snuff sex slave, I came harder than ever before.

Former Ass Rape Porn Stars Train the Next Generation

ass rape pornAs a former ass rape porn star, I developed an eye for new talent. Young talent. I needed some cash quickly over the weekend to help a friend. Although I’m not very good with saving money, I am good at making money. Women can make a fast few grand if they seem willing to do some naughty sexual things for it. Men will always pay for sex. And men will always pay for accomplices who can get them something young and tight to play with.

I met this young girl hooking on the streets recently. Plus, I rescued a girl about her age several months ago. But you can always sell the virginity of the ass a couple times before men realize this ass has mileage. And the girl I rescued no longer sells as fresh meat. Although she’s still making money doing teen rape porn for men, she is no longer the virginal girl next door.

I Love Helping Teen Runaways Make Bank off Their Fuck Holes

But this young girl that I met had the cutest little bubble butt I’ve ever seen. She likely never even experienced a finger in her butt. I could help a girl out and help my friend out too. And I knew Paul would want to fuck this girl. He’s a man I know from the circuit. He loves young assholes for his movies. So, I made this girl an offer she couldn’t refuse. A promise to get off the streets. And make decent money. But in the snuff world, you work extra hard for that money. You just need to do less time.

She seemed game. Although I think she distrusted my motives initially, I introduced her to my young protégé, and they talked about life on the streets. Traded war stories. Something all three of us have in common. Girls just do what they need to do to survive this world. But I want to help them thrive.

I sent Paul pictures of the talent I found and suggested a $50,000 finder’s fee. This man seems richer than the Amazon guy or Elon. He deposited $50,000 into my account. I only needed $10,000 to help my friend. Technically I needed $5000 to help my friend. But the girls still received $40,000. That’s life-changing money to a teen runaway living on the streets.

Helping Street Girls Thrive Instead of Just Survive is My Calling

I never commanded that much money. But by the time I ended up on the streets, my daddy and his friends used all my holes to the point that even as a teenager my fuck holes look liked they belonged to a 40-year-old gangbang whore. Nowadays technology allows us to cut out pimps. Girls do not need to live on the streets. I think this young teen girl would’ve eaten my pussy all day long if I asked her when I gave her that money.

Now she didn’t like me for a few minutes while my client pounded her tight teen asshole. In fact, she cursed my name a few times. Ass sex hurts the first few times. But you get used to it. She told me she could get used to that kind of money. And I told her I’d help her. She needs to rest her butt hole up for the next one. She can enjoy this about two more times before that money gets cut in half.

The key to making decent money in the snuff porn world is to be young and tight. After you turn 18 and your holes look like a 40-year-old porn star’s holes, you can’t command that much money. But invest, save and your future can be more comfortable than your past.