Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with Mommy All Men Want to Explore

rape phone sex fantasiesEven women have rape phone sex fantasies. True story. But most of us never really want men force fucking us. It’s more like a fantasy for us. Recently, I started hanging out with this guy I met at a dive bar. He likes to party. And so far, he seems generous with his cocaine. Apparently, he never minds sharing when presented with the right incentive. And so far, that’s been a blow job or a hand job.

The other night when we got together, he changed the terms. He wanted to fuck me. Fuck all my holes and fuck me roughly. I needed a fix. Lots of snow days in my near future. So, I didn’t have much choice. Not like I’m some angel. Far from it. But I knew in the back of my head men who escalate like that I should avoid. But I never avoid them. And that’s because the voice in my head that tells me I need to do anything for cocaine speaks louder than the voice in the back of my head that warns me of danger.

My new friend set me up. Got me hooked on his cocaine and his generosity then pulled the rug out from underneath of me. He wanted to make me a violent ass rape porn star. He filmed it and everything. Much like my stepson, he appears to enjoy a love-hate relationship with mommies.

I guess somewhere along the line his own mother fucked him up. And now I paid the price for her screwup. Personally, I think mothers should fuck their sons to prevent them from growing up sexually frustrated and angry at every mature woman who reminds them of mommy.

Men Love to Destroy Mommy’s Asshole and I Let Them

But I didn’t have any choice here. And I don’t just mean my addiction to cocaine. He threatened to expose me. If I did not let him explore his rape fantasies with my ass, he would tell my husband all the nasty things I’ve done for coke, including all the men I let fuck me for coke. Fuck I told this guy too much because I trusted him. And when I’m fucking high, if a man asks the right questions, I’m going to give him the truth. So, at some point, I told him how I get creative to get cocaine or money to buy cocaine.

The way I viewed it, he did not give me a choice. So, I did a line and put my ass up in the air so he could violate me. Did I mention his cock felt like a forearm. Seriously, when he started ravaging my asshole, I questioned if I felt his cock or his arm inside of me. He shredded my asshole. The entire time he forced fucked my ass he choked me, pulled my hair and slapped me too. Plus, I heard a lot of “I hate you mommy.”

He gave me some Coke. But if you ask me, not enough to compensate for what he did to my asshole. Once again, a man, angry at mommy, left my asshole prolapsed, battered, and bloody. Most days I hate being a taboo phone sex woman and wish I could be the typical soccer mom. But I don’t think that will ever happen.

Accomplice Phone Sex Let’s Rena Bring You Those Taboo Holes

Accomplice phone sex is what exactly? Not just guys using my holes but finding holes for a guy to use as an accomplice.  The taboo ones. The young ones. They trust me to find those for them and I always come through! Accomplice phone sex I have a way of making them feel comfortable and confident in their dark desires. They know that with my help, they can explore these taboo fantasies without fear of judgment or consequence. Plus, there’s something about the thrill of doing something so forbidden that appeals to them – having someone like me by their side makes it all the more exciting and intense.

And let’s face it…I am irresistible! My flirty demeanor and submissive nature are hard for any man to resist; once they get close enough, they just can’t help but be drawn into my world where anything goes…including using innocent young girls for our twisted pleasure before disposing of them like trash when we’re done getting off on each other’s depravity.

. It’s a sick game we play together, but it satisfies our deepest urges and desires. I enjoy being part of their twisted fantasies because it gives me an outlet for my own dark cravings too – the feeling of power over these vulnerable victims is intoxicating. Plus, there’s something about watching them suffer that turns me on even more than experiencing pleasure myself…it makes us both feel alive in our own perverse way. So when guys bring young girls to use as playthings or disposable objects for their sexual gratification, they know exactly what kind of person they can trust: someone who will not only help facilitate this horrifying act but also share in its depraved glory without hesitation or remors

Snuff Phone Sex Gains is More Popular on Holidays

snuff phone sexOn holidays, men call for snuff phone sex more. And my weekend stayed busy. I almost forgot about the holiday until somebody booked me to help him with his brat problem. We met on the dark net. And I like this guy. He seems equally as demented as me. Plus, he seems smart. Some of my clients appear to be so stupid that I wonder how they remember how to breathe. Most men think with their dicks

But this guy knew he couldn’t force fuck and kill his neighbor girl because suspicion would fall on him. So, he already picked himself out of surrogate. He didn’t need me to tell him how to keep him safe. In fact, I think the only reason he hired me was so I could help him dispose of the body and film the encounter. The surrogate lives two counties away. And he showed me both pictures. The surrogate appeared to be a dead ringer for the neighbor girl. I think he’s done this sort of thing before.

When we met to discuss his rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl, he did not even seem nervous. And his thinking appeared methodical. My kind of guy. He even rented a car and changed the license plates in case traffic cams spotted us. Plus, he bought us these high-tech hoodies that blur your face out on any traffic cams or doorbell cams. Modern technology is good but it’s also bad for criminals. More people get caught on doorbell cameras than any other way nowadays.

Fucking a Little Girl to Death Becomes Addicting to Men Like You

I found it easy to lure the little girl away. What a cute girl. I knew he would enjoy fucking her. She looked super tight. And super cute if you’re into that kind of thing. Personally, I hate brats. I find them obnoxious, needy, and germy. So, I never complain about helping men like you fuck something young and tender and afterwards disposing of her body for you. Since I still own my kill shack in the middle of the woods that nobody knows about, I took him there so he could enjoy her little tight holes while she could breathe still.

It’s also a great place to dispose of a body. The bears and the coyotes always seem happy for an offering. So, for a couple hours, my client just fucked this little bitch. Turned her into a ragdoll puppet. I mean this man could play for the NFL. He’s built solid and tall. His cock ravaged this little girl, literally split her little pussy in two. It looked like she gave birth to a bowling ball because he left a huge gaping hole.

If You Want to Fuck a Dead Girl, Let Me Kill Her For You First

As I suffocated her, he watched and jacked off. Then he dumped another load in her dead body. Hey, I don’t judge. If you’re into sex with dead bodies, go for it. Benefit, the bitch can’t run her mouth anymore. When I’m feeding a dead body to the wildlife out behind my kill shack, I never worry about cleanup. Nature becomes my accomplice. They never leave anything that could cause trouble for me or my client. My client’s DNA will never be found in bear shit.

I like the guy. Smart and twisted. The kind of man I don’t mind hunting with even for free. And not only did I gain a client, but I made an accomplice friend. So, this turned out to be a great assignment.

Fantasy Phone Sex with Layla Dirty Teasing Her Busty Titties

Fantasy Phone SexI felt it before I even stepped into the shower… the weight of someone’s gaze. My heart raced, but not with fear… excitement. Fantasy Phone Sex can’t compare to this kind of tension, the delicious mix of danger and desire that makes my skin tingle in ways I can’t ignore.

I turned slowly, letting the water run over me, my curves glistening as I caught him trying to hide in the corner of my bathroom. My busty fat slippery tits were impossible to miss, and I made sure he noticed every movement, every tilt, every subtle sway. I could feel him watching, his breaths shallow, and it thrilled me to my core.

“Did you really think you could just… watch?” I whispered, my voice soft but sharp. I loved the way his eyes widened, how caught he was, frozen in the heat of the moment. My fingers trailed through my wet hair, down my neck, teasing him silently, knowing exactly how to make him squirm with nothing more than a glance.

I stepped closer, letting the water splash against me, letting him see how confident I could be even when the world felt dangerous. I was in control. I could feel his obsession, and it made me bold. I leaned just enough forward to let my chest move, letting my curves brush against the steamy mirror as I teased him with a simple tilt of my shoulders.

The thrill of being watched, of knowing he was caught yet too enchanted to look away, made my thoughts darker, my voice lower, dripping with promise. I let a soft laugh escape, the sound almost drowning in the rush of water, knowing he could feel it. My eyes locked on his dark dreamy eyes, daring him, tempting him, showing him that I could turn the tension into something unforgettable.

Even in this dangerous moment, I reveled in the pull… the silent game of dominance and desire. Every movement, every glance, every shiver wasn’t just about me; it was about what I could make him feel. I was teasing, playing, owning the moment, letting him drown in the fantasy he thought he’d stumbled upon.

He finally steps towards me confessing how much he’s truly fascinated by me and how he watches me undress in my bedroom every night. I grab his hand letting him grab my huge boobs and allowing him to squeeze them both together. I don’t want him to end up killing me so I feed into his dark secret desires.  By the time I stepped away, dripping and defiant, I knew he’d never forget me… or this intoxicating, dangerous little encounter. And neither would I.

 

Fantasy Phone Sex Gives You a Taste for Virgin Young Pussy

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex seems more thrilling when we go dark. Taboo fantasies just make me horny. And as your accomplice, I enjoy making your fantasy seem as real as possible. Mark wanted a nice young girl to fuck. And he wanted the age where you look at a girl and you know she’s not quite a woman yet, but she’s not quite a little girl still either.

And I found a cute little ginger girl for him. Strawberry red hair with big green eyes and a tiny little body with barely any boobs yet. Training bra years. Does that get your dick hard too. It certainly made Mark ‘s cock hard. I brought that sweet piece of tender meat back to his rented cabin in the woods so he could finally fuck his dream girl.

When your rape phone sex fantasies build up for years you explode quickly inside of a tight virgin hole. But just as quickly as Mark came, he turned around and got hard again. That’s the power of a virgin pussy on a very young girl. I’ve seen it happen to the best of men.

I Can Make That Tight Young Virgin Pussy Feel Real on Your Cock

But during the second round with that sweet little thing, he lasted what I know felt like an eternity to her little pussy. He turned her into a rag doll puppet on his cock. He made that little girl fly in the air on his dick. And she needed a seat belt. I watched as she thrashed back-and-forth on his monster dick, knowing she likely wouldn’t survive the encounter. But she didn’t need to survive. You can find a lot of little girls just like her with the right accomplice like me.

So, I told him he did not need to treat her gently because I could replace her easily. And we could go even younger and tighter now that his dick knows how good it feels to have such a young girl wrapped around it. I’m sure I turned him into a little girl addict. He will want to make teen rape porn on a regular basis now. That happens when a wicked woman like me gives you a taste of how good it feels to finally fuck such a young piece of fuck meat.

Mutilation phone sex, because the bitch looks better bloody

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex slave, ripe for the most unfathomable torments, lies before us. Her very existence is for us to enjoy and give her the ultimate degradation.

She’s so young and innocent, and we get the chance to annihilate her.

So, I slice her pretty little face with your cock down her throat. The crimson streams drizzle down her porcelain cheeks.

The mixture of tears and blood put a fire between my legs. I grind against her and hold her head down. Bitch is going to choke on your cock.

I really want to freak her out. I want every moment to be torment and terror. Therefore, I force the cold, unyielding barrel of my revolver against her head and ask her where I should put it. Her ass or her tiny bald pussy?

Poor little thing cries constantly. But she really loses it when she felt the gun in her cunt and heard the clicking as I press the trigger. As it turns out, that thing was loaded. I thought it’s empty, but there was one left in the barrel.

Good thing it didn’t go off. Her hole would have been too blown out for your cock. I’m glad we made it to the true carnal crucifixion. Every coaxing thrust of your cock into her torn, bleeding cunt filled me with orgasmic power.

Your cock inside her tiny ass made her want to end it all herself.

To get a little bitch like that to try and end it all was a new thrill for me. There she is, beating her head against the floor in a futile attempt to escape. I think I stopped her just in time. All that blood on her face made me pussy drool. Her blood, so sweet, it’s a shame she couldn’t hang out longer. The next one, we’ll be she

In the end, as I release my seed deep within her shattered womb, I am left with a sense of grim satisfaction. For in destroying this snuff sex slave, I have not only claimed her body, but shattered her very essence. She is no more than a husk, a vessel for my darkest desires, and in that lies her ultimate degradation.

 

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Pays for My Coke Habit

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn pays my bills. Who am I kidding. I don’t have any bills. I just need to earn money for cocaine. And these sorts of rough sex movies pay very well. Even though sometimes they leave my body destroyed, I find it worth it. Obviously, some men treat me better than others. Last night I thought things might be going well. Two guys offered to pay me $500 to fuck them. And they seemed like normal guys. They didn’t look like snuff directors. I think they thought I was a hooker.

When we got back to their place, I realized they set me up. The house seemed full of men. Probably at least 50 men. Suddenly that $500 didn’t seem like very much if they expected me to service all their friends too. So, I said something. And they started punching me. Slapping me around and choking me too. The two men who picked me up in the bar and paid me the $500 made it clear that if I wanted to live, I would do whatever the fuck their friends wanted.

As Long As I Need Cocaine, I Will Be a Gang Bang Whore and a Human Toilet

Most of those men wanted to turn me into their private ass rape porn star. Men loved to force their cocks up my asshole. Not sure why. Perhaps regular women don’t give up the ass. I’m no regular woman. I’m a whore and I do anything for coke money. So, I sucked it up and let 50 men run a train on me. But they did a lot more than just fuck me. Most of these guys made me swallow their piss. Some of them slapped me and choked me. While others made me worship their assholes. I do not like being human toilet paper.

Although I hoped I would be paid more money, I did not expect it. If I got the $500 that they promised me, I would just suck it up and be a good whore. And I think they never met a better whore than me. Men love exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this red headed suburban mommy.

Since I’m a druggie whore, I will continue to let men explore those fantasies. I’ll do anything for money. When I got home, I felt like a train ran over me. They did give me $500 but not a penny more. They should’ve paid me more, but I felt outnumbered. I did not want to lose my life. Not that day at least. So, I guess as long as I keep chasing cocaine, I will continue to put myself in dangerous gangbang situations.

Evil Phone Sex with a Sadistic Minded Teen Whore

Evil phone sex turned a Victim into a Predator. I was a victim all my life. And though, those games are fun to play, I prefer being the heinous bitch I have grown into. My Life has not been easy up to this point.  Used and abused to the fullest potential. By family, by friends and by Monsters.

You know what they say, If you can’t beat them, join them.

So that’s what I did. As so Many men used my pussy and ass to fulfill their sick rape fantasies. I let it make me stronger. My cunt used as a place to keep a dick warm. I would watch their faces, grimace turned to sheer satisfaction as they choked me til I blacked out. They found joy in my pain and suffering.

Once a man even drugged me and kept me in a commercial freezer, so he could see what it was like to fuck an almost dead body. Hypothermia. Was the diagnosis was when he dumped me off that the hospital. They wanted to do a rape kit, but I refused. I never allowed my victimization to break me..

I only let it feed the monster that was growing  inside me

There is one inside all of us you know. Those deep seeded depraved thoughts that make you excited, and get your dick stiff. Those secrets that you love but you push to the back of your mind because they are so sick and twisted, you would be locked up if you ever uttered them out loud. Those are the monsters, and the more you feed them. The more they need to eat….

I think it’s high time you let me feed your monster…

Evil Phone Sex

Suffocation Phone Sex Whore needs You to give her Punishments!

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

Suffocation Phone Sex with me is like nothing you’ve done before! 

I would let you get within inches of my life being snuffed out. 

What should we wrap around my neck that will have my eyes rolling to the back of my head? 

Fuck me while your hands are around my windpipe, with all your body weight and all your might.

I want to feel the pain of being a worthless little cum slut, this is the pain I deserve. 

Choke and Gag me until I’m begging you to stop. Until I tap out from not being able to breathe. 

Face fuck me until I am throwing up on your long, hard cock,

Force all your sweet thick Cum down my throat until I am suffocating!

 

 

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Castration Phone Sex is What I Do Best

castration phone sexCastration phone sex I do best. So many men do not deserve their nuts. Let me reiterate, something gentleman, your balls are a privilege not an entitlement. And I only consider you a man if you sport a big cock and big nuts. So many men run around with big dick energy, with only a little knob between their legs.

Men like that I loathe. Over the weekend, a dip shit ran into the back of my car because he decided to look at his phone instead of the car ahead of him. And he missed the stoplight. But instead of apologizing or even asking me if I felt OK after he rammed me from behind, he went off on me. He did not appreciate my sarcasm. But I match energies. You act like a dick, and I will act like a bitch.

But I have experience with men like him. And I refused to succumb to his bullying. When the cops arrived, they forced him to give me his address so we could work out the insurance stuff amongst ourselves. However, the cop issued him a ticket for distracted driving causing an accident at a stoplight. So, I began plotting my revenge.

Men with Big Dick Energy Rarely Have Big Dicks

And two days later, he received the worst cock and ball torture sex of his life. Not only did I deflate his worthless balls, but I cut them off too. Although I wanted to kill him, I decided a life without balls would be better punishment. Every day he goes to piss, he will be reminded that his piss poor behavior resulted in the loss of his ball privileges.

Oh, did I make it hurt. I squeezed his balls making sure to dig my long nails into his flesh. Then I put hat pins through his ball sack and used a sounding device on his worthless dick. When I sliced off his balls, I joked that at least now his cock looked bigger.

Of course, his cock measured 3 inches. Most men with that big dick energy overcompensate for something. I made a bloody mess of his bed. You would be surprised how much a man bleeds when you slice off a testicle. But I sliced off two testicles. He didn’t deserve to have two or even one. I wanted him to feel the pain and the loss of his manhood.

Men Can Live without Testicles

I did not fear he would go to the police. Most men will never report this sort of thing for fear of embarrassment. Plus, I did my research. I compiled a long list of women willing to come forward and accuse him of force fucking them in various stages of too drunk to consent. All those women would testify against him in a heartbeat if he went to the police.

And I have connections everywhere. So, I told him if he ended up in prison, I would make sure men anally tortured him daily. Little bitch boys like him do not survive in prison for long. But he can survive without his balls.

So, he could choose to live without his balls and never go to the police or live without his balls and be black men’s ass rape porn star daily for years in prison. He chose wisely. I gave him a neat castration which felt like more than he deserved. But he will never fuck another woman. He will never masturbate again or procreate either. And he no longer sports big dick energy because I took the wind out of his sails quite literally.