Ass rape porn is all he watches. He would be my stepson. He gets high and watches violent porn. Since he hates me, I am always the object of his anger. If not a punching bag, my asshole is getting the brunt of everything. That was the case last night. My husband asked me to bring his son a check. My son gets an allowance from daddy because he is a loser who can’t keep a job. I know I am hardly one to talk. I am a druggy whore. But at least I have a job. I know being a taboo phone sex whore is not a job to many, but I don’t need an allowance from daddy. I didn’t want to go because I knew the outcome would not be good for me. It never is when I must encounter him. I tried to slip it under his door, but he heard me. While I was bent over, he opened the door and yanked my arm, putting me off balance. I fell. He tied me up like a beach ball and force fucked my ass for hours. I had no choice in the matter. With him, fighting never goes my way. I don’t think there is anyone who hates me more in this world than my stepson.
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My Stepson’s Ass Rape Porn Star
Ass Rape porn For you and Your Family
This snuff whore never works alone. I saw you and your beautiful wife and brats and knew you would be perfect for my red room ass rape porn. The dark of night me and my burly escorts broke in and kidnapped you, the wife and those sweet girls. The struggle and the muffled screams aroused me to no end. The chloroform worked great and I left you awake so you could see how I tied them up and had them carried out to the van. You were hard through your pj pants and I laughed at you. I knew you were demented like me. I loved the brat porn I found on my trace through the house earlier in the day. Now, your daughters and wife are laid out ass up on steel slabs awaiting the big dicked men to use those asses for me on camera. They are awake and the screams have me jumping on your cock to satisfy my young evil pussy. You are thrown on the floor after I get my pussy filled with cum so your ass is prolapsed on camera as well.
Bad Babysitter Phone Sex
Bad babysitter phone sex calls are so much fun. I love being an accomplice for P sadistic fun with little girls and boys. I know I don’t look like the kind of girl parents would hire to watch their brats, but I can clean up okay. I can act innocent and sweet. But anyone who knows me, knows I don’t have a sweet bone in my body. Once the parents leave for their date or function, I drug the brat and let you sneak in and have your way with her tender age body. It will cost you, but not as much as it would going through a sex trafficker or traveling to a foreign country with a younger age of consent. If you want snuff sex, it will cost more because there is more risk. I must make the house look like a crime scene and me the victim. Trust me, it is worth the extra money to get to kill and torture a tender age cock tease. With me as your accomplice, there are never any limits. You can just fuck a little girl or boy if that’s your thing or you can kill him or her too. What do I care? I hate brats and I am being paid.
Black Pain Slut Needs To Be Punished
Black pain slut craves to be used. I’ve seen you watching me. I’ve been teasing you for weeks. Coming outside in my underwear to check the mail. Leaving the house on weekends in skimpy dresses with no panties on and bending over in clear view of your window so you get the perfect view of my tight juicy black ass.
I leave my window open and get undressed in front of my living room window for you and all the neighbors to see. Does that make you jealous? That I’m showing off your ass and pussy to the world? Then maybe you should come claim it and punish me. Use your pathetic black pain slut. Make me scream. Make me regret it. Punish me.
You want to show me what that type of behavior gets me in life. I can feel how angry it makes you seeing my black slutty ass flaunting around town. Use your anger. Release it inside me.
One night after I stumble in and pass out on my living room couch in a short red dress with no panties on underneath as usual you sneak in.
My door is unlocked. You see me laying there vulnerable and passed out. I’ve been begging for it for so long taunting you and teasing you.
What are you gonna do about it?
Snuff Sex Black Bitch
I am a snuff sex nigger bitch. That is what my white master tells me many times a day. Every day I wake up, I feel lucky because I know one of these days soon, he will tire of my black ass. Last night, he shared me with a bunch of his white drinking buddies. He made me serve them drinks naked with a collar around my neck. I thought that would be it. Just some white horny men man handling me. Done that, next. In my mind, it was no big deal. Those guys acted like they had never seen a black bitch before. Like monkeys in a cage they jacked their cocks and flung their cum in my face. Master made me leave their jizz on my body. I walked around naked, under a few layers of cum. That just turned them on more. It didn’t take long before I was the black star of their white gangbang rape porn. They passed me around fucking my ass and fisting my cunt. Some of them spit in my face too. They pulled my weave, almost yanking it clear off. They slapped my titties and spit in my face. Sadly, none of them had drunk dick. I endured hours of gangbanging and humiliation. Master just laughed and bragged about his obedient nigger slave.
Bondage Phone Sex and Torture
When you are a coke head, bondage phone sex is one of the many things you do for a fix. He told me he would trade coke for bondage pictures. It didn’t sound like a bad choice. I told myself it was art. I was simply posing for some photos and saving the guy money. I work for coke. Anyone who knows me, knows that. I arrived on the set ready to be tied up. Nothing could have prepared me for this bondage shoot. I was tied up tightly and suspended in the air. I was not suspended with rope, however. He inserted a meat hook in my ass and hoisted me up 20 feet off the ground. My ass was holding me up. If I farted, I could have dislodged the hook and fell twenty feet headfirst on a concrete floor. My ass was being stretched. It was tearing and bleeding. I was in so much pain with likely medical grade injuries. I screamed to be let down. I was even saying fuck the coke. I was choosing my life over coke. Wow. That had never happened before. It didn’t matter, the photographer only cared about getting some hot pictures and ruining my asshole. I looked underneath me and could see the pool of blood collecting. It was my blood dripping out of my ass like a BDSM ass rape porn star. He spun me around like I was spinning on a cock not a meat hook. When he got all the pictures he wanted, he tossed me some coke and told me to get lost. One and done. He didn’t fuck me. Other than binding me up, he never touched me. He said I was just another dumb junkie willing to do anything for a fix. I guess he was right.
Snuff Sex Nigger Slave
When you are a nigger slave, snuff sex is all you get. I pissed Master off last night. I took a shower without permission. He was asleep. I snuck out of my cage hoping to take a shower while he slept. He only lets me shower once a week. I was covered in dried cum. I smelled of piss and cum and I desperately wanted to wash his filth off me. Master woke up to pee and found me not in my cage. Whenever he wakes up, he just pisses in my mouth. He found me coming out of the shower. My clean feeling didn’t last long. He was insulted that I didn’t want to stay doused in his seed. He smacked me so hard, my lip bled. He pulled me into the bedroom, tossed me on the bed and fucked my ass like I was a nigger ass rape porn star. No lube either. Just his thick white raw cock up my tight black ass. I begged for mercy, but he was in full ass punishment mode. I could feel my ass prolapsing. I knew he wouldn’t cum inside me. He loves the contrast of his white jizz all over my black body. Plus, he wanted me back to my dirty cum covered stage. He pissed on me too. Once a dirty nigger slave he said, always a dirty nigger slave.
Castration Phone Sex
Castration phone sex is not what I am known for but I am a sexy switch, so when I had the opportunity to dominate a guy, I jumped on it. Trey is a co-worker of my current master. Master asked me a favor and I couldn’t refuse him. Trey needs a dominatrix for small dick humiliation and cock and ball torture. With Craig’s List and the Back Pages no longer advertising dominatrix’s, he was struggling with finding a mistress who would not take advantage of him. He has been blackmailed, jack rolled and scammed. Master knew I would be an honest bitch because if I was not, he would punish me. I was happy to meet Trey. I could see why he needed SDH and CBT when I saw him naked. Such a waste of a man! He was was handsome with a great job. Filthy rich but he had a 2-inch dick. I met him at his place where he had all the instruments for extreme cock and ball torture. I weighted this balls and pulled them down almost to the ground. His balls were bigger than his dick! I used a switch to punish his nut sack. I whipped his worthless testicles until they were bright red and swollen. He was crying from the pain, yet his nub was as hard as a clit on a pussy being finger banged by George Clooney. I told him he didn’t deserve balls because a dick that small didn’t deserve to cum ever. I could see his arousal over my suggestion that he be castrated. I was in bad ass bitch mode. I let the power get to my head and I clipped his balls off with fence cutters. I had an “uh oh” moment because there was no going back. I took his nuts and he was bleeding profusely. Trey loved it. He was begging me to take the whole enchilada. I couldn’t do that because it might kill him. I cauterized his wound, and called 911. Surely they have seen things worse than a home castration gone wrong, right? Trey lost his balls and if Master ever finds out, I may lose my life.
Blasphemy Sex Victim In a Seminary
It was a dark time in my life and being a victim and terrorized so much I thought joining a covenant and studying to be a nun would save me from this life. I was never so wrong. The adjoining seminary school for studying priests deemed to not be the safe haven one thinks. These young men seeing me in the adjoining yards where not able to control themselves. I found myself put into a detention for causing these young priests great distress. I was bound and gagged with their cocks as they took turns on whipping me and calling me an unholy whore that has defiled the seminary and covenant and needed to be punished. Whipped, gagged and ultimately gangbanged as part of their lesson to teach me I had 20 studying priests committing blasphemy sex acts on my whore body as they defiled me and made me into their ruthless little cum dumpster and where they took out their pent up frustrations by fucking me and beating me to death in act of purifying me to serve the lord. I was the ultimate sin and sacrifice as they disemboweled me and snuffed me out.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
Rape phone sex fantasies are not always fantasies. Many guys act them out. I was walking home from a drug deal last night. I was not far from home and I didn’t think it was safe to drive my Mercedes in a black neighborhood late at night. Turns out it wasn’t safe for me to walk home either. I didn’t have to worry about the brothers. They aren’t going to hurt one of their best clients. A group of white skateboard punks jumped me when I was less than a mile from home. I live in a great neighborhood but cross the train tracks by the loading docks and I am in the worst neighborhood. These punk ass boys shoved me in the alleyway and started gang banging me. They stripped my clothes off and pissed on me like I was a dirty bum. I got smacked around before they started fucking me. I pleaded for them not to take my drugs. They just laughed. They didn’t want my drugs. They just wanted my dirty fuck holes. They took them too. Tied me up so I couldn’t struggle and fucked the dirty old mommy whore slumming for nigger dick. They thought I was in the hood for cock not coke. I let them have their jollies, so I could survive. For a bunch of schoolboys, they fucked me up good. The last mile I had to walk home took forever because I was sore and battered.