I am More Than My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, I am His Cash Cow Too

ass rape pornOnce again, he turned me into his ass rape porn star. My son loves to abuse his mommy. But I know he loves me. He needs to stream our sessions for money to support his old druggy whore mother. He had some of that new coke I wanted to try called pink coke. And he joked about turning my face into a cunt for a taste of that new coke. Recently, he got me Botoxed lips. Like huge lips. Pink coke for pink lips, he joked some more.

He let me bury my face in that new primo coke. But, not for long. He yanked my hair to pull me off the coke. Then he skull fucked his mommy whore’s cunt face. But at least I remembered to take my teeth out first. Oh, did I mention he skull fucked me upside down? The blood rushed to my head as I slurped and gulped on his cock. Eventually, he lowered me closer to the floor so he could skull fuck me into it. Oral torture sex. He let me have some skinny powder before I became his punching bag.

My Son Turned My Face into His Cunt

A few punches to my face left me with two black eyes. And his streaming audience loved that because I heard the tips roll in. My face turned black, blue and purple. He loves to give mommy violent makeovers. And his viewers love watching it.  As I showed off my swollen face to the subscribers, more tips rolled in.

He tossed me back down on the floor and sat on my face. This forced me to suck on his asshole. When I did not lick fast enough or deep enough, he began punching me. My tits, my ribs and the side of my face, anything but my sniffer he punched.  After a while of being his punching bag, he told me it was ass sleeve time. And I knew what that meant. I pushed out my pink prolapse for his amusement. Always his amusement. My ass sleeve became his condom. But of course, he zip tied my prolapse first.

However, he did let me snort some more coke before he put a plastic bag over my head. Lucky for me, the plastic bag had some coke in it. As I snorted what coke he put in the bag, I endured more donkey punches to my head and stomach. The plastic started to stick to my face as my oxygen depleted. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he punched the back of my head. I thought I might take my last breath ever with that plastic bag over my head. Suddenly, suffocation phone sex seemed close.

My Boy Gives Me Violent Makeovers

But right as I was about to pass out, he took the bag off my head and let me breathe in some air and more coke. And I could hear the chimes roll in. His audience loves to watch him give mommy a violent makeover. By this time, my makeup appeared smeared all over my face. As he punched my tits and the back of my head some more, I felt my brain cells leave my body. I could see stars at this point. But the coke made the pain worth it.

Just when I thought it might be over, he put another bag over my head. But this time he cut a hole in the bag for his cock. I thought I might get doubly suffocated by the bag and his cock. But he pissed in the bag, forcing me to drink his urine. Of course, he gave me more punches to the head. And my makeup smeared even more on round two with the plastic bag. My mouth became my son’s cunt again as he skull fucked me some more.

Finally, he took the bag off for the second time and pushed my face into the big bowl of coke. And I thought I might inhale it all. But he pulled it away from the bowl so he could contort my body. He bent me like a pretzel. My legs do not bend the way he wanted. But he still forced my legs behind my head. And I felt that pain. My arthritis doesn’t let me get into all those crazy poses.

He Bent My Body Like a Pretzel

He pulled my meaty cunt lips open, and I thought he might fist me. But I did not get that lucky. Instead, he fucked my pee hole. As he fucked it, I took a few jabs to the ribs. But more tips rolled in. In the contorted pose he forced me in, he could pick me up like a bowling ball. And he did just that. He put a finger in my pink prolapsed ass and my cunt and tossed me across the room. I bounced off the wall and crumbled to the floor.

As he pondered where to cum, he fist punched my face. He calls it beating mommy beautiful. I took some more punches to the ribs too. Finally, he came all over my face which had already turned various shades of black, blue and purple. My eyes swelled shut to the point that I could not see. But once my violent makeover concluded, he gave me the rest of the big bowl of pink skinny powder. My boy loves me. He just needs me to be his cash cow sometimes.

Bloody young pussy fucking is what got uncle off

Part of why guys love about Rape phone sex fantasies, is the bloody pussy when you first pop it open. “You better not fucking move bitch” my uncle said to me as he taped my mouth up. Then he tied my hands up and forced my legs open. I tried to move and that’s when my uncle slapped me and started to choke me. The tears and fear in my eyes had his cock stiff. “Are you a virgin slut” you say to your very young niece. It must be a fame to you treating me like a pathetic whore.

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Of course I have never been fucked, I haven’t even had my period yet. You knew it, because you spanked my young bare cunty. Then you use my tears to lube your cock up. You continue to choke me, and I felt my body start to limp up. Before I passed out, you forced your cock inside my young bald niece pussy. The pain of my uncle ripping my cunty open, shot through my body. I tried to scream but couldn’t. It didn’t matter anyways my body went limp from you choking me. Then I passed out. You didn’t stop fucking me because when I woke up you were ramming my small little hole.

The smell of ripe pussy blood filled the room. “Glad you are up to finally see me fill you up, even though fucking your limp body will get me off faster” my uncle grunts as he continues his abuse of my pussy. For a few more hours I kept getting fucked and passing out. The last time I came back to, my uncle was grunting, “I love having sex with dead bodies, especially young ones” then I felt his cock explode inside me. I pretended to be passed out, hopping he would be done abusing me. The rest of the night I laid there after getting ripped open dripping in blood and sperm from my uncle. 

Home Invasion Heaven: Cora’s X-Rated Nightmare

Alright perverts, buckle up for a twisted tale of my kinky encounter with the home invader from hell.

I’m Cora, the juicy treatise waiting to explode. Enter our enigmatic aggressor, a hung monster with a nefarious twinkle in his eye.He sneaks into my sanctuary, his intentions clearer than the moist drippings of my lust-drenched cunt. Alexa, play ‘Home Invasion Blues’ cause this motherfucker just found his next victim.But little does he know, I’m no ordinary damsel. I welcome his rugged advance, drawing him deeper into my sin-filled lair.His meaty fingers explore my tender flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I moan in approves, my Catherine wheels spinning out of control.Then, the ultimate revelation hits me like a freight train. His mighty sword stands at attention, ready to pierce my starving holes.

He pounds my pussy without mercy, each thunderous stroke sending shockwaves through my very soul. The stranger ravishes me like a stolen good, leaving me breathless.But the true cherry on this twisted cake? He doesn’t stop. No sir ee bob. He goes full cave eagerly, giving me the kaleidoscope experience.

 

Bloody fucking get’s wild.

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex. I look like the typical hot slut when you see me, perfect ass and tit’s, but I have urges for one thing and that’s the smell, touch and feeling of blood. Men are my prey, they’e easy to trap once found. My tight bald pussy attracts only the best tasting flesh. Even better after I’ve fucked the living shit out of them leaving my tasting juices all over their bodies.

I never have to convince a victim to take off his clothes. I like it raw, rough and nasty.  My vulva pulsates and my body quivers when I shove you up my tight little cunt with my knife behind my back. While you’re in me that’s when you’re most vulnerable, it turns me the fuck on.

I’m always on top, your pubic hair rubbing against my bald snatch, grinding and fucking you hard and rough. My tit’s bouncing in your face. Once you close your eyes I slice your arm. You scream and I cum. I cut you again. I love the fear in your eyes and the taste of your blood. You’re crying as I rub it all over my tits down to my swollen wet clit. I lick my fingers as I just stare at you, smiling. Another one down, poor sissy boy can’t take pain.

 

Let’s have the hottest Blasphemy sex your cock can handle

Blasphemy sex lures in men that crave power. The release they look for is something I am the best at. The desperate and the damned, seek refuge with me. These dumb little cunts think that I am their savior until the moment they are on the sacrifice alter.Blasphemy sex

The  longer they suffer in pain the more power we can harvest from Hell. Fuck God and Hail everything that is unholy. I love watching your cock grow as I  inflict intense pain on our victims. They will beg for mercy and ask God for help but our dark Lord and Master will be the one to greet them.

The depravity of my trade knows no bounds, and I revel in it. The filthier the act, the more I crave it. I want your cum to soak their dying face as I bask in my adoration for Satan. I am the ultimate embodiment of evil, a vile temptress, and a wicked enchantress. My lair, a den of iniquity, is my kingdom, and I am its unholy queen. And here we can do any sick desire you have!

The darkness is calling, the floor is slick with sweat and blood, and the cries of \ pain echo through the room. My victims, bound and gagged, are at my mercy, and I will not disappoint. I will deliver, as I always do, the ultimate release. The ultimate surrender to Satan. Dive into Evil phone sex and cum for Satan!

 

Blasphemy Phone Sex: Worth Burning In Hell For

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Blasphemy phone sex demolishes everything you consider sacred. If you are going to be on your knees in a pew, then I will be in front of you wearing a nun’s habit with no underwear on. You can eat sister whore’s holy cunt. I mean, licking my juicy fucking snatch is definitely a sacrament honey. Now stroke your cock and pray that you get to fuck this junkie whore until the virgin Mary’s blessed pussy tears stream out of me. There won’t be any immaculate conception or reception if you don’t put your dick inside this pussy that’s seen more dicks than Catholic boys fucked up the ass. The whore holy cunt needs a thick long dick, preferably from a devil worshiping cannibal like you to fuck it really good. Don’t tell me you need me to crucify you on the cross to cum? I’ll gladly hammer a few spikes in your palms and feet, then fuck you hard and fast, until I squirt the blood of christ all over your damn dick. If I do get knocked up, we can see if the bishop will baptize our bastard baby in a snake pit. Now, fuck me all night with your spear of destiny ,since I’m no fucking angel.

Torture Phone Sex Season: The 24 Deaths of December

torture phone sexTis the season for torture phone sex fun. Remember, I am not your baby or your honey or anything other than your accomplice or your sadistic mistress. I lack that sap ass gene. Plus, I have no desire to have anything more than an occasional romp. Whereas most women my age worry about finding “the one,” I am contemplating finding the right victim to torture.

I am fresh off Killtober and Deathember. And ready to start the 24 Deaths of December. My own special advent calendar. Although I always welcome volunteers, I like to hunt too. Something so primal about hunting your pray. So, I played a little game with my latest victim. I am not yet Jigsaw level or torture sex, but I have my own games I play.

I live rural. My neighbors live miles away. And I know some of them, but they never hear the screams. The torture I mostly conduct in my underground dungeon that took me years to build. But I still have my kill shack 30 minutes outside of town in the middle of the forest. Either place, nature is on my side.

I Love to Play Games with My Prey

So, this lovelorn dumbass did not listen to me when I told him to fuck off. And I said it nicely too. But he got pushy and sappy. Even called me his dream girl. So, I made him see that I was not his dream girl. More like his worst nightmare. He came back to my place willingly. And I suggested a little game of cat and mouse. My underground dungeon looks like a maze. I have tunnels that lead to the first floor of my home. Another that takes you outside. And others that result in dead ends.

If he could get back upstairs, I would fuck him. Make his dreams come true. But I knew with confidence he would not find the right tunnel. Under my house is a labyrinth I created. And sure enough he did not come up through the trap door into my kitchen. But he did make it outside in the fields. However, he emerged over 5 hours later.  Honestly, I thought maybe he had a heart attack or passed out in my underground maze. I had already planned how to flush his dead body out of the tunnels.

But he did not die. He seemed so excited because he thought he won the game, and I would fuck him. Instead, he got castration phone sex as a consolation prize. I tied him to my castration chair, put a castration band around his balls and chopped those worthless things off. Now, he won’t hit on any woman who does not want to be hit on because he will never fuck again.

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

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Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Sadistic Phone Sex Mutilation of Daddy The Best Holiday

In the shadowy corners of imagination Sadistic Phone Sex with two Seductively Sadistic vixens comes into play. Today, we delve into the dark narrative of two women, whose sadistic pleasures are as intricate as the craving and desires of men for little girls. 

 

A Den of Twisted Sadistic Phone Sex Delights

 

Imagine a place where torment and pain come into being.  In fact it’s a basement dungeon. And this dungeon is  adorned with the tools of our trade – specially curated items that speak of a long, dark interest in the macabre.
The walls might be lined with the echoes of past victims, each scream absorbed into the stone, creating an atmosphere thick with dread.
This is where you awake. Specifically you awake tied to a wooden beam, by your wrists. And as you dangle there soon you will realize that you are no longer a man. Obviously there was a lot of blood, and you are weak but now conscious. 

Queens of Pain : Morticia and Angie

 

Morticia – With eyes like cold steel and a smile that never reaches them, she’s the architect of pain. With hair, a cascade of raven black, frames her face like a dark halo. Obviously my methods are calculated, each strike, each cut, planned with the precision of a surgeon. And my laughter, when it comes, is like the sound of glass shattering, a chill to the bone.

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Angie – The artist of agony, her beauty is deceptive, her voice deep and melodic, a siren’s call to disaster. Blonde, with curls that seem innocent, her touch, however, is anything but. She revels in the psychological torment, her words weaving a web of despair and confusion, her physical acts an extension of her chaotic mind.

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The Victim: The Canvas of Torment

 

Let’s call him Alex, a man whose filthy desire is a crime in itself.  After being caught in the act  his screams a symphony to the ears of his tormentors. He’s bound, not just by physical restraints but by the overwhelming terror that these women can evoke, turning his mind into another battlefield. 
“But wasn’t that sweet little girl cunt and ass worth it? Loser” We taunt and torment Alex some more. You see this latest victim of which he violated was one that was targeted for our ritual sacrifice. Obviously Alex had good taste. But good taste can be damning.

 

The Act: A Symphony of Snuff Phone Sex Sadism

 

The scene begins with the ritualistic preparation, almost like a dance. Morticia and Angie move with a choreographed grace around Alex, each selecting their tools with the care of connoisseurs. What follows is an exploration of pain – physical through whips, knives, and devices of their own dark invention; psychological through whispered threats, mind games, and the slow, deliberate breaking of spirit.
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Accomplice Phone Sex Calls Turn Me On

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls turn me on. I love to help men with their dark fantasies. But as a sexy switch, I still enjoy some BDSM fun and rough sex. Sometimes, I meet a man like Trevor, who wants my help with some young brat and wants to fuck me roughly also. For me, the type of guy you are determines if you can be my accomplice only, or if you get to have some hardcore fun with me too. Men need a big dick for me to submit to them. And a nice wallet and good looks too.

Trevor seemed to be the entire package. Handsome. A great job that pays extremely well. And a 11-inch cock. A white guy with a huge cock. That’s a rarity even in the snuff porn world. We met on the dark net. A simple chat room discussion, had him on a plane flying to my state in no time. He wanted to meet the evil mistress who promised him a tight young pussy for a fee. He came with bags of cash, so I had no doubt he was the real deal. Not a poser.

As a Sexy Switch, Your Cock Size, Wallet Size and Looks Determine if You Can Dominate Me or Not

But before we got to kidnapping some teen whore for his wicked fantasies, he wanted to fuck me. Been a while since I let a man dominate me like that. But I will admit, I missed it. He tied my arms behind my back and put me in the downward dog position so he could fuck me from behind. He told me I had a perfect ass. And he wanted to destroy it.

My threshold for pain has dropped in the years I have been more of an accomplice than a slave. So, when he treated me like an ass rape porn star, I screamed in pain after one thrust. I felt disappointed in myself. I used to take violent abuse daily and maintain a smile to beg for more. Now, here I was getting violated anally and bitching about it hurting.

We got in a grove though. And after we both came, we got on the dark net to bid on a trafficked girl to destroy. We pick her up tomorrow.  And I cannot wait to be the one inflicting pain instead of receiving it again.