Streaming Mommy’s Ass Rape Porn is Profitable

ass rape pornAnytime my son summons me, I know it is to stream an ass rape porn for his viewers. But I also know he will give me a lot of coke for my troubles. And the good pink coke too. When I arrived, I saw the big bowl of coke on the table. I would need every bit I could get too. In a way, I guess I am a content creator. My son jokes that I need a Dark Only Fans page. I do love the attention. But I love cocaine more.

With my red lips, bimbo outfit and high heels, I got closer to the bowl. You could still see some faded bruises from our last encounter. They never completely fade. Before I could put my face in the bowl, my son stripped me naked so he could slide his cock between my fat cunt lips. However, soon he shoved his arm up my cunt, turning me into his fuck puppet. I endured a few punches before he pulled me by my cunt lips to the bowl of coke.  I put my face in that bowl of coke and took a big snort to dull the pain.

Any sex with my son is torture sex. My son laughed at my Geisha face when I came up for air. White powder covered my face. You could still see my red lips, and raccoon eyes under the coke. The chimes poured in. My boy punched my face, sending my teeth flying across the room. He ordered me to push out my prolapse, and I did. More chimes. My prolapse serves as my boy’s cock sleeve. He zip tied it at 6 inches so I could not suck it back in.

My Son Enjoys Anally Torturing Me and Live Stream It

Some skull fucking ensued, followed by a belt to my prolapse. Sometimes I think my son hates me. He would punch my face, then whip my prolapse with his belt. But the chimes of a happy audience continued to pour in. My boy reminded me of our deal. I am his cash cow and fuck puppet, and in exchange, I get good cocaine. So, I sucked it up. Did some more coke and gummed his cock while he whipped my prolapse repeatedly.

More punches to the face while he stuffed my mouth with his cock. And I could feel my face turning his favorite colors of black and blue as he continued to skull fuck me. I’m his punching bag. He pissed down my throat and I swallowed it like a good whore. My son thinks I look prettier with black eyes and purple cheeks.  And the prettier I look, the more his audience tips.

He dragged me by my prolapsed asshole back to the bowl of coke to numb the pain. If my boy did not love me, he would let me suffer instead of letting me get high. Oh, I forgot to mention that this entire time he tied up my boobs like torpedoes. So, by then they appeared to be a pretty purple too. Before I could snort more coke, he fucked my throat some more while squeezing it to turn it purple too. He believes in beating mommy beautiful.

Beating Mommy Beautiful Brings in the Tips

When he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke, he fucked my prolapsed ass. It’s his cock sleeve. But I buried my face in that bowl of pink coke and just inhaled until he yanked me by my protruding asshole back in front of the camera. He put a plastic bag with some coke over my head while he punched my entire body. As I struggled to snort the coke in the bag, I felt myself begin to suffocate.

The bag stuck to my face with every inhale. My boy went back to fucking his cock sleeve while I gasped for air. And of course, more chimes rolled in. Eventually, he ripped the bag off my face so I could breathe. As he fed me more coke, he slammed my skinny old body on the floor and tossed me across the room. He made mommy fly.

I bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and fell to the floor where he kicked me. But the torture phone sex had only just begun. He gave me a golden enema. That means he shoved his cock down my pee hole and took a piss. More chimes poured in. His audience loves it when he abuses my 4th hole. I am a 4-hole wonder. I showed off for the camera. They sent more tips looking at my battered and broken body.

My Son’s Audience Tips More the Rougher He Gets with Me

My boy started fucking me again. And I felt like a rag doll bouncing up and down his cock. He pulled his dick out of my pee hole to bend me in half like a pretzel. So, he did that so his audience could see my abused and battered old body. With my legs over my head like that, they could pop out of their sockets easily. But that’s what he wanted. By this time, my cunt lips came down to my knees. And in this pretzel position, he fucked my urethra some more. I could hear the chimes of tips pouring in as my boy destroyed my 4th hole.

Eventually, he covered me in his boy batter. And my busted up face got to snort some coke while he showed off the damage he did to my body. He pumped my throat some more while punching me again. I’m my son’s cash cow and fuck puppet. But I never mind because he gives me the best coke. And it dulls my pain until our next live stream.

Snuff Phone Sex Whore Rena Gets Snuffed Out in a Hot Call

During a recent snuff phone sex call, I was soaked by the end of it. From minute I heard that deep voice on the other end, my cunt was dripping wet as II bit my bottom lip, savoring the power of this moment as I played with myself underneath my sheets. “I was hoping we could have some fun together,” I whispered suggestively. “You know…roleplay something naughty?”

He groaned audibly over the phone before asking what exactly did I have in mind? My heart raced as an idea formed in my head; one that would push both our boundaries but also satisfy our darkest desires at once – snuff play! It wasn’t something we had ever discussed before but from past conversations about taboo topics like this one, he seemed open-minded enough to entertain it now! So without hesitation or fear for rejection because after all who cares if they say no when their life is already over anyway right?..I said: “How about you tie me up tightly then choke me until i pass out?”

There was silence on his end for few seconds which made me nervous yet excited too because maybe he really would go through with it! Finally he spoke again saying how twisted yet are usingly hot the idea was. He asked if I was sure about this and I reassured him that yes, more than ever before! We discussed details like how tight should he make the knots, what kind of rope would be best for binding my wrists and ankles securely yet comfortably enough so they wouldn’t cut into my skin too much during our ‘game’. As we spoke dirty to each other over phone lines getting wetter by minute anticipation grew inside both of us until finally…

“Alright baby girl,” he said in a low voice filled with lustful menace. “Time to play your little game.”

I gasped as his strong hands bound me tightly; it hurt but also felt amazing knowing someone wanted me so much that they were willing to take control like this. The pressure around my neck increased gradually until all consciousness faded away leaving only pleasure behind…and then nothing at all.snuff phone sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex Murder is the Best Snuff Fantasy

With a taboo hot time like Kidnapping phone sex I get excited. When I get excited my pussy gets wet. and this wet whore pussy is glistening and open with the thoughts of being violated violently I tend to get hard nipples.

Obviously my body will always ruin my denial of wanting the violent fucking men wish to serve me. Well, really I am here to serve their needs. So when I am encountered in a dark corridor walking home from the club, it serves me right.

Some would like to say that I am setting myself up for these situations of torture and violation. Maybe that is true. After all the subconscious mind is more in control than most realize. My wildest wet dreams are always bloody and violent.

Just last night I was grabbed from the street and pulled into a dark alley. These two guys were relentless in their groping at my tits. Hand over my mouth and switchblade to my neck. My body was squeezed, pinched, slapped, punched and even cut.

Finally after their foreplay of beating the fuck out of me they fucked me. One big dick in my ass making me moan like a whore while the other took my cunt. My fucking whore body pissed them off because I came as their rape fantasy was ruined due to me liking it.

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Suffocation Phone Sex By Great Big Tits is the Way to Go

suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex deaths are the way to go with me. I mean if you are going to be smothered, might as well be at the hands of a sexy blonde. I had a little accident over the weekend. This married guy who comes into the strip club always wants me to smother him with my tits. Not kill him, just breath play. However, breath play gets dangerous when folks try to do it on their own.

This married man began offering me good money to come to his house for longer sessions. And a girl can never have too much money. I like Jim. So, I agreed. Great money and a nice guy? Winning combo for a sugar baby. The other night I went over for a session. I did not even bother with a bra since my tits would be in his face. I would smother him until he passed out. Smack his face to revive him. Sort of like snuff sex. And do it all again.

After reviving him several times, he decided he wanted me to sit on his face and smother him. And I did what he wanted. Sat my ass on his face and squeezed his head with my thighs. I sat on him until his body stopped twitching. That was my sign that he passed out. However, this time I could not revive him. I slapped him, even used smelling salts. And when I listened to his chest, I heard no heartbeat.

When It Comes to Breath Play, Accidents Can Happen

 Did he have a heart attack eating my? Or did I smother him one too many times? I killed him either way. And I did not mean too. I panicked. I was in his house. My DNA would be everywhere. Although I am not in the system, you never know what police will find. So, I had to call my old master for a favor. I needed a body removed and the house deep cleaned also to erase my presence. And to steal his outdoor camera or erase the footage that placed me at his place. Jim would just be MIA. No evidence of a struggle, nothing missing.

But Jim will never be found. I planned on just breath play with him. But our session turned into a snuff porn. My old master came through for me. At a price though. Now, I must find him a teen girl to fuck and kill. Although I am sorry that I accidentally killed Jim, at least I got the money up front.

Evil Teen’s Torture: Cock Mutilation Bliss

Hey, you sick fucks, I’m here to talk about some twisted shit, a phone sex fantasy for the fucked-up, you perverted bastards. I’m your goth teen, a dark mistress, here to bring pain, you filthy freaks.

I get off on seeing men’s cocks mutilated, a sick pleasure, a bloody delight, you twisted fucks. Your pain is my fucking joy, a sinister game, and I’ll go to extreme lengths, you pathetic perverts. Like that cheating bastard who felt my wrath, a gasoline enema, a burning reminder, you dumb fools.Step into my dungeon, a realm of torture, where your cock is just the beginning, you worthless freaks. I’ll use my tools, whips and chains, to bring you to the brink, a painful thrill, you masochistic fucks. Your screams are music to my ears, a symphony of agony, as I push your limits, you twisted Bitch.

Think you can handle the extreme? Your cock, a useless piece of meat, will bow to my will, a torturous delight, you filthy bastards. I’ll give you a taste of hell, a bloody pleasure, and laugh as you suffer, you sick fucks.

Home invasion turns into a good fuck

Home invasion phone sex

You decided to do some fucked up shit and break-in to my house, little did you know that home invasion phone sex turns me on. You picked the wrong house to do your bad deeds.

After hearing my window break I jumped outa bed and grabbed my bat, and there you were with a mask on, dressed in black. You didn’t put up a big fight so I bashed you on the head, knocked your ass out!

When you woke up you were tied up by your hands and feet, naked. “Awww, you little bitch thought you could have rape fantasies with me?!” You’re scared and shaking as I grab onto your cock, all bloody from your head injury. I begin to stroke it using your own blood, spitting on your cock head for extra lube, violating and assaulting you.

I forcibly sit down on top of you, grinding my tight wet bald pussy, this shit turns me on! You’re whimpering and crying as I’m getting off. I grab a dog color and leash and secure your neck, pulling you closer to me as I ride you like the little bitch boy you are, squirting all over your dick, thighs, leaving you drenched.

Think I’m gonna leave you right where you are for a little torture for later……

Knife Play Phone Sex Earned Me the Nickname the Wicked Butcher

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex earned me the nickname, The Wicked Butcher. And I like that name. So, it is my handle on the dark net. Men or women who hire me for some nefarious act, only know me as The Wicked Butcher. Mostly men hire me to help them kill. But occasionally, a woman seeking revenge hires me.

Last night, I worked with a scorned wife. Her husband left her for a barely legal receptionist. And not only did he leave her, but he also wants to cut her off financially and take custody of their son too. To say she is pissed off would be a huge understatement. Her reaction to her husband’s actions seemed reasonable. I would be out for blood too.

I wanted to torture the loser. Castrate him and make him a snuff porn star. However, to protect my client, we needed to make this look like a robbery gone wrong. Otherwise, all suspicion would be on my client. The gaslit and scorned wife would be the only suspect in her husband’s murder. The police would not look for other suspects.  She needed an alibi and a crime that looked random, not personal.

Some Kills Seem More Satisfying Than Others

Let me tell you how hard it is for me to do a quick kill. I savor the torture and my victim’s pain. But the money she paid me to kill her husband trumped my desire to prolong his misery. While she went to the movies with her son, I followed her husband and stabbed him. As a sadistic bitch, I know just where to cut so my victim bleeds out.

It took all my willpower to not gut him like a pig. But if I gutted him like a pig, spilling his entrails, the kill would look personal to the cops. So, he got one stab in his femoral artery and another in his gut. And I waited for him to die. While he bled out, I whispered in his ear, “Your wife sends her regards.” Once he collapsed dead on the grown, I took his watch and wallet as trophies for my client. Maybe not the most satisfying kill ever, but I did have a bloody phone sex good time.

Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up.

Mutilation phone sex            Mutilation phone sex going to slice and dice you up. The first thing I am going to do is mutilate your inner thigh, just missing the artery. After all, don’t want you to go before the fun is over. Another key point to remember is manners.

            Did you know that everything can be controlled in the brain. In fact, mutilating your skull will grant me access. Take the top of the skull off. At the same time, order you to mutilate your very own cock. Tie up the balls.

            As soon as I have the cap off, I’m going to cut out a piece of your brain. Frontal lobe does sound like a good place to start. It must be remembered that Hannible Lecture would know more about the brain. Where to begin. With this in mind, I do believe I will continue with his work.  

            Like as I mutilate and fuck you going to feed you your own balls and brains. After all, it is what the good Dr. Lecture would want me to do. Have a dinner party. Invite another to play. Accomplice phone sex with a second whore involved. Now we have two of us.

            Shall I feed you to her before we finally snuff you and fuck you. After all necrophilia is a fetish that we both do so like to do. A stiff cock that will never go down again.

Blasphemy Phone Sex gives me nightmares… that I cum to.

Blasphemy Phone Sex

I know I’m not like normal girls. Where they have nightmares about their boyfriends breaking up with them. Or showing up somewhere with no pants.

I’m one who relishes in the fantasies of being strapped to 4 horses and being pulled apart. Or drawn and quartered. Maybe even gutted and used as bait for bears.

However, in a recent blasphemy phone sex moment, I was made to ravage myself into a bloody good end. Leaving my body a destroyed mess when he was done. Possibly the best one so far.

Starting with just some more state of the art pussy and titty torture with gator clips. He had me using a knife on my body to make those tiny little cuts to get the blood flowing. Also pulling on the clips to rip skin and flesh away from my body as I would gasp with ecstasy.

And those ice picks. Stabbing them into the nipples and pushing till I hit the rib cage. The thought of that pain and pleasure mixed with the endorphin high had me wanting more. I do come hard for him, moaning and choking as I have to slit my own throat at his behest.

As like always, though, I expire in a moment of bliss for him as he cums on my body. Leaving his own mark for me to remember the next time.

Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Can Be Deadly

Strangulation phone sex can be hot. However, you need to be with someone who knows how to do it right, so you do not die. I have had years of breath play with men. Not my favorite thing to let you do to me, but sometimes I have no choice. I owe this girl money for coke. And she got sick of my excuses for why I had not paid her yet.

So, she gave me a way to work off the money I owe her instead. She wanted a seasoned whore for a strangulation porn. However, it would be a young coed strangling me. I guess this girl paid her to make her strangle fantasy seem real. Trust fund girl. But the woman I owe money too did not want to be the girl’s co-star. And I did not want to be either. She looked far too young to know how to strangle safely.

I feared her strangle fantasy would turn into a snuff porn. And my 9-lives will run out soon. So, to sweeten the deal she offered to not only settle my debt but give me a very large bag of coke. So, I agreed to do the movie. The young girl looked good too. Cute coed. Girl-next door vibe. But when the camera rolled, I found nothing cute about her anymore. At one point I thought she might crush my windpipe.

Breath Play and Strangle Fantasies are Hot with the Right Partner

She did not look as strong as she was. That took me by surprise. I passed out a few times. She would revive me with a cattle proud to my cunt. That wakes you up quickly. I tried to just focus on the coke. That’s the only reason I did this. If she had not offered up a half a brick of coke, I would have stolen the money from my husband to pay her off. And in hindsight, that would have been the smart move.

But I don’t make smart moves. I make snuff movies instead. I really thought this would be how I died. Some spoiled rich bitch would strangle me to death. But the woman I owed money to stopped her before she choked the life out of me. Good thing it is winter. I had to hide the big purple ring around my throat with a scarf or my husband would wonder what the fuck I did.