Category: Ass rape porn

Ass Rape Porn a Starring Role in The Ultimate End

Always a big fan of Ass rape porn. With an ass like mine how could I deny the use of my ass to anyone. And the day I was walked, with my hands bound behind my back with rope, was exciting. In fact I was being walked to a guillotine where my head would get chopped in the final episode of my ass use.

Obviously the mere pleasure of my showing my ass off is high. And the practice was intense. So much so in the intensity that my anus has had to opportunity to prolapse. Oh that delicious ass flowering rosebud. It was certainly an highlight.

Ass Rape Porn for My Final Pleasure

However my use has been finalized and it was time for the ultimate submission. It will be my head chopped off by the falling blade. But even more! My ass will be on display again. This time there will be a slow penetrating and removing and penetrating again deeper, anal fuck. The blade will fall and stop at the first caressing of my neck flesh.

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At this moment the first crimson tendrils of flesh and blood will be exposed. Up close with the camera and then back to my ass getting deeply penetrated. Oh and the first view of my asshole will be with two young tender girls who will also give their asses up.

However Snuff Sex Was Not My End

In fact these two girls will be pale and naked for snuff sex. Their young teen asses so juicy and tight will be in the air as they kneel on all fours before my ass. Then the camera goes to their hands, together sliding into my anus. As they open my ass up the prolapse will be exposed.

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Finally the big penis of my executioner will come into the scene. And right into that prolapsed anus it will penetrate and pound. As that ass pounding ensues the camera pans out to the whole scene of my head in the guillotine and my ass being pounded.

Finally down falls the blade and my head drops with a bloody thump. And my ass will pulsate, quiver and dance on it’s final live butt fuck for snuff phone sex pleasures.

Just a Living Dead Girl Hotter

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Serial killer on the loose turning me into a monster! craving to get dug

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When I hear there’s serial killer in town my little heart flutters and my already clammy soft special spot starts poppin off, like as if firecracker’s started blasting in my ass, so was my urge to meet this man, beg him to ravage me worse than my master has in the past.

Nothing scares this dark bitch  gothic hottie with pain living within my sweet yet evil soul. I crave it yet and long for it. I’ve always lived a life of abuse starting from the young days till now. I’ve already got a master sugar daddy, danger to the bone, but who knows if this bad man on the run could be the one?

Real ass rape fantasies are better than ass rape porn

Such a dangerous evil sick fuck, leaving each bitch goes six feet under as he ravages and preys upon another. I’m addicted, I crave to be his sexual slave. Watching  killer dick, king of the kill,  hold her down with the strength of his big beefy body as you force feed your girthy fist up into her tight ass your fist. Her screaming and crying just makes you go harder. Ripping her soul out from her cervix.

A real serial killer in action! You demand I step on her head while I rub my swollen dripping with pleasure bell all over her nose and eyes, sticky juices down her throat, gagging her, taking away her ability to scream. Sick man, big cows cock with balls of steel. I’d sledge hammer my victims if I carried a  grilling machine too. All left shredded, torn, scorched, and bleeding from the inside out.

She’s barely hanging on, mmm, just the way you like it. Her pretty face isn’t so pretty anymore is it? I love laughing, giggling, even sitting my hot ass down on her gagged mouth and making her smell and feel just how god damn turned on I am before we’re done with her.

I Make Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Come True

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies I consider in my wheelhouse. As a sexy switch, I cater to all sorts of wicked fantasies. I can be your accomplice, which I prefer, your victim, or even a bad ass bitch who castrates or tortures you. I’m a Jill of all trades. Lately, I’ve been on an accomplice kick. And I plan to ride this as long as I can. It feels good not to be in the hot seat for once.

Billy and I go way back. He filmed me in my earlier films and bondage photo shoots. He called me up out of the blue and asked for a favor. Since he always treated me nicely, I felt obliged to help him. He has a client with a fatal attraction problem. Apparently, the guy can’t keep his dick in his pants, and he fucked a crazy bitch.

Now she’s claiming she’s pregnant and trying to extort him for money. If he doesn’t pay her, she will tell his wife and expose his extra marital activities. This guy makes Elon Musk look like he’s living paycheck to paycheck. Not sure how the guy makes his money. I did not want to know. The less I know about a client the better.

Some Bitches Fuck with the Wrong Man

So, I met with the client to get the details about the gold-digging hooker. I mean, she calls herself a sugar baby, but she’s a hooker. And apparently, she likes to blackmail men. I got all the information I needed about the girl and decided I would make a snuff porn with her.

Billy agreed to help me since he knew the man. Again, I don’t know all the information, and I like it that way. But I think Billy helped this client make problems disappear in the past. And I liked the idea of making a snuff movie with him when I was not the star.

She seemed easy to kidnap. But I don’t think she’s pregnant. I found her in a bar drinking a margarita with what appeared to be some other hookers. Excuse me, sugar babies. So, I posed as a fellow sugar baby, and I crashed their little get together. And nobody seemed to mind since I bought several rounds of drinks. Although they all seemed intoxicated, I just had my eye on one bitch. I gave her a ride home. Or at least that’s what she thought. But instead, I took her to Billy’s dungeon where he waited for the star of his next picture to arrive.

I Make Problems Go Away For Men Like You

She couldn’t fight because of how drunk she seemed. And I may have slipped her a little roofie too. We strapped her down to a sawhorse, and we tortured the bitch. Pure torture sex. We carved her up and we sexually mutilated her too. I’m talking we sliced off her nipples, stabbed her cunt and I carved gold digger into her chest. This bitch screamed bloody murder and kept asking why me why me. So, I told her. She blackmailed the wrong man. And I made sure she knew that her actions brought her to us.

I played with her for several hours while Billy filmed it. We can profit off her death. He can sell the homemade snuff flick. Plus, the client paid me very well to get rid of his problem. And I’m sharing that money with Billy since he served as my accomplice. And he deserved a finder’s fee anyway. He recommended me for the job.

I enjoyed torturing this bitch, carving her up and causing so much bodily harm and pain too. She gives gold diggers like me a bad name. I’ve worked hard for my money. And I’ve done a lot of things that I don’t like for money too.

But in this world, you need to hustle. I’ve never relied on anybody else to pay my bills. So, these young bitches need to know that they’re not too good to work. Sure, I take money from men, but I work for it like I did killing this bitch. If you have a problem you need to get rid of I think I can likely help you too.

I Love a Hot Taboo Phone Sex Fantasy

taboo phone sexI enjoy an erotic taboo phone sex fantasy. And let me tell you some of you men seem incredibly creative in how you want to torture, fuck and even kill me. But I love a creative man. John had a wonderful roleplay in mind for us. He wanted me to be in a prison where he worked as a guard. I rejected his advances, pissing him off to the point where he needed to teach me a lesson.

So, he took me to the part of the prison that cameras would not catch. He took me to an area where every male employee of the prison waited for me. And I knew this did not bode well for me. I knew they planned on doing terrible things to me in that back room. Although I continue to fight him, that proved to be the wrong move. I figured being in a women’s prison made me tough right. Maybe tough for the other women, but not tough enough for 40 guards who hated the fact that I denied them access to my pussy.

And suddenly, I found myself in my worst nightmare. Stripped naked and tied down to a sawhorse. All these guards unzipped their pants to fuck me. And just like that, I made a prison gangbang rape porn. And I can play it either way. Some of my callers want me to fight them all the way through. But some want me to give in halfway through and realize I deserve and enjoy being forced fucked. But John wanted me fighting the entire time, giving them a reason to hurt me further.

Give Me Any Nasty or Violent Roleplay and I Will Play My Role Well

And I liked this role play. Usually, the role plays most men want involve force fucking mommy or snuffing me out. But in this roleplay, allowed me to act like a feisty bitch. However, being a feisty bitch resulted in those men brutalizing my pussy and my ass. Tied down I couldn’t go anywhere. But I could still fight with my mouth. I screamed and yelled at them.

 However, fighting seemed useless. In that position, no way could I get the upper hand. But I’m a good player. And I continued to fight even when the last prison guard fisted my ass because he already came watching his fellow coworkers brutalize the redheaded feisty bitch from cell block H.

For hours they fucked me. Brutalized me until my fuck holes bled and showed signs of gaping larger than the Grand Canyon itself. When they returned me to my cell, I dripped blood and cum. I smelled like a porn star. That much cum in a hole gives off a strong, pungent scent. But I took my beating because I love roleplay phone sex fantasies. And this one made my pussy super wet because we all know what a nasty little freak I am. And I love a good gang bang.

Rena Is Taken As A Bondage Phone Sex Slave

Bondage phone sexRemembering that time I was Taken As a Bondage Phone Sex WhoreAs I was being held captive, bound tightly with ropes anthroughd gagged, my heart raced with fear and anticipation. The man who had kidnapped me, You, seemed to have a twisted sense of pleasure in seeing me like this. He approached me slowly, his eyes filled with lust as he ran his hands over my body. His touch sent shivers down my spine despite the terror coursing through my veins.

“You’re such a beautiful slut,” he whispered into my ear before pulling back to reveal a devilish grin on his face. “I can’t wait to dominate you.”

He began by untying the knots that held the ropes around me loosely enough for him to remove them one by one without any resistance from me – after all, I was completely at his mercy. Once free from the restraints, he pushed me onto a bed where more bondage equipment awaited: leather cuffs attached to chains hanging from the ceiling above it; an intricate web of straps crisscrossing across its surface; and various sex toys scattered about like treasures waiting for their unsuspecting victim(me).

Without asking or giving any warning whatsoever ,he proceeded to bind each limb separately using different types of restraints until every inch of skin was exposed except for where it mattered most – between my legs which remained hidden beneath layers upon layers orf latex clothing . My breath came out in short gasps as he worked methodically ,tauntingly teasing those areas that ached for release As he finished binding me up, I could feel myself trembling with anticipation and fear. My heart raced as he stood back to admire his handiwork, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“There you are, my beautiful slut,” he purred, running his hands over my body once more. “Now it’s time for some real fun.”

With that, he produced a leather flogger from behind his back and began striking my bare skin in strategic places – first across the tops of my thighs where they met at the groin area; then along the sides of each breast before moving down towards my stomach and lower back . Each strike sent shockwaves through every nerve ending ,making me moan involuntarily under its force. It felt like electricity coursing  veins as pleasure mixed with pain in an intoxicating cocktail .

Despite myself ,I found myself begging for more when You finally stopped after what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes in reality . Your voice was darkly seductive when You spoke again : “Tell me how much you want this ,Rena.”

Accomplice Phone Sex is the Quickest Way to Young Pussy

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex secrets I take to my grave. I might share some details in a blog or on a call, but I never reveal my client or anything too specific that could identify my client either. I know how to protect and serve men. The things I did for my former master would make a Nazi feel sympathy for the victim. And I’ll be honest; I did not like kidnapping young girls for him because I knew what he would do to them. I’m the only one who survived because I used my street smarts. I did something he couldn’t do which was lure young girls to him.

Since I aged out for him, I needed to make myself useful. So, I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. Kidnapped over 100 young girls for him. And I even assisted a few times in their murder when they proved too difficult to manage. My former master thinks he broke me, but I just played the part waiting for the perfect opportunity to break free from his evil clutches. And I played the player. Bought my freedom. But it came with a high price tag.

Sometimes, Being the Accomplice Puts a Bullseye on My Back

Most days I’ve come to peace with what I’ve done. In the world I live in it’s the survival of the fittest. And I survived. He now hires me sometimes to assist in procuring him a young piece of meat to fuck. Young girls do not fall for his lines like they once did. He thought I could lure his teen dream away since he proved unsuccessful at doing so. I signed up for kidnapping phone sex. Get the girl, give him the girl, collect my money and go home and spend it. But I should’ve known things never go quite that easily for me.

He picked a fighter. This girl even showed stranger danger for a woman. So, I had to drug her. I prefer not to drug the girls and just let them follow me. Most of them do follow me. But this girl did not believe I was a talent scout for horror movies. So, I drugged her latte and carried her out of the mall. But I wore disguise. My dumbass did not realize who she kidnapped. I kidnapped the daughter of the biggest crime lord in town. Good thing I disguised myself and used fake plates on my car. But this one might come back to haunt me.

As an Accomplice, I Take the Risks So You Enjoy the Fun

I delivered her to my old master as promised. And I collected my money and thought I would go. But he wanted me to film everything and return her afterwards. This seemed to all be for revenge. Essentially two crime bosses getting personal. My former master made a teen rape porn movie with the teenage daughter of his rival. He drugged her some more to blur her memory and make her more compliant.

Clearly, the girl never fucked before. She bled like a stuck pig with the first thrust of his cock inside of her teenage cunt. I felt sorry for the girl. She’s just a pawn. But as my master said, her father made choices. He did not need to put his daughter at risk trying to steal some of master’s territory. That didn’t ease my guilt much. But I understand the game. I just did not want to be caught because her daddy strikes me as the kind of man who would skin me alive and pin me to a tree for the bugs to eat. I’m talking next level sadistic shit. So, I just hope I covered my tracks enough.

I drugged her and dumped her body in a public park because I wanted somebody to find her sooner rather than later. Master made me leave the video of him fucking her on her chest. I’m afraid to turn on the news. Perhaps, I should lay low for a few days because my former master put a huge bullseye on my back if that girl ever identifies me. Hopefully the drugs in her system work like they’re supposed to because I didn’t kidnap and helped torture over 100 teen girls for my former piece of shit master to go down like this.

 

Making Snuff Movies is How I Make Money, But I Might Die in One

snuff moviesI’ve been the star of snuff movies before. And honestly, sometimes I liked it. I think that’s because I am a submissive woman. And I have long understood that I’m here to be fucked. But once I hit 40 a few years ago, it became more challenging to get the good snuff gigs. And I know what you’re thinking. How can there be any good snuff gigs.

I’m talking about the simulated ones that although violent mostly fake. Sure, I might experience some ligature marks or a little bit of bruising but nothing that requires hospital visits or significant downtime to heal. But I can’t get those gigs anymore. I’m too used up. Which means I need to seek out the snuff filmmakers who even scare the more mainstream snuff makers. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea to watch snuff porn. But some snuff flicks seem too extreme for other snuff directors

Most Days I am Too Desperate to Think About Consequences

But an even seedier level of underground snuff films exists. And this level does not always guarantee that the star will survive or emerge unscathed. But they’re the only kind I can get anymore. So, I went to an audition recently desperate for coke money. What I make during phone sex might seem good to the average person but to a soccer mommy with a drug addiction, it’s a drop in the bucket. Regular porn does not pay well. The real money seems to be doing the stuff the average soccer mom can’t even dream about in her worst nightmare.

The director had me do all sorts of poses and test shots. He took closeups of my pussy and ass. He even commented about how used up my ass already looks. But I am an anal sex whore. For the longest time that’s how I made money, doing hardcore anal porn. And that led to the snuff industry. But now I’m too used for that too. So, I found myself naked in front of the director with one of the worst reputations in the underground world of snuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

When Will I Learn to Say No

We did a test shoot with me and some muscle bound executioner looking man. The director gave me $500 for the test shoot. However, I don’t know if I can go back for the full thing. Although I am no stranger to ass rape porn, this man destroyed my asshole more than any other people before him. The girth of his cock looked thicker than a fist. White guy too. The premise of the film involved a hitchhiking old whore who ends up in a sadistic man’s torture chamber.

The torture would be far worse than a massive cock up my ass, no doubt. This I understand. But if I go back for the full movie, I might end up dead. This man choked me out as he forced his monster cock up my ass, causing me to pass out several times. I still have a blue and purple ring all the way around my neck from where he choked me.

But I’m a dumb cunt most days and a desperate one too. So once my asshole heals, I know I will be begging him to put me in his full movie. If he paid me $500 just for a half hour test scene, what would he pay me for a full-length snuff flick with this beast of a man. I’m running out of options for making money. Unless maybe you want to pimp me out?

Let’s Have Some Roleplay Fun

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I want you to break into my house and rape my fat juicy pussy and my tight anal. Pretend to be a robber who came to rob me for some of my sweet nectar. Grab me by my hair and throw me to the floor. Forcing me to put your cock in my mouth. Slap me when I don’t listen and spit in my mouth. Then shove your cock in there, face fucking me until I throw up all over your cock. Grab me by my neck and bring to the couch, forcing me to bend over exposing my fat pussy. Shove three fingers in my fat pussy and finger fuck me until my sweet nectar is dripping down your hand. Then make me lick my juices off your hand until it’s no more. Whisper in my ear how you own me now and i’ll be your dirty cum whore whenever you want. Forcing your big cock into my tight dripping fat pussy. Pounding me giving me no mercy, making sure I feel every inch of that big fat cock.

Evil mommy’s school girl BBC torture

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After school torture was an everyday thing for me growing up. Mommy pimping my tight little pussy out while I was in school, old creepy men picking me up, creechy big dick rando’s hired to fuck me silly for her sick and evil offspring fetish.

I was still in my uniform when I’d get rammed and slammed, bent like an animals. Mommy watching over while I’m brutally beaten to a pulp before my little holes were ripped apart. She especially loved that dark and twisted old BBC big dick fucks. They always paid big bucks for a fertile young whore shredding my insides with thick blood cum. She loved to dip her finger inside my moist little clam to taste the fear and betrayal. Sweating and numb I’d beg her for it to stop only to get slapped and spanked. Every whimper and every cry made her rage, finding the biggest fattest meat to rob me of my virginity.

Ass raped like an animal in heat.

Mommy prefered my on my stomach, my uniform skirt shoved up to my tiny tits, panties pushed to the side, I had no chance of getting out. My little body smashed, he had my by my hips, big balls banging on my leaky bunghole, forced to enjoy. Oozing creamy bloody spooge down my legs she’d yell for him to go harder, offering cash to stretch my tight little gash. Barely legal bitch hunted and blasted after school.

Kidnapped used and abused. Sold to the highest bidder. Mommy made so much money off me. My cherry popped right before my eyes, blood scorched and stained sheets, forced to stretch my bitty bunghole. Cum call me honey and tell me how you like to use little barely legal school girls like me. Branded and tied down all for mommy’s sick fetish, I belong to the longest shlong, I wanna be your gothic sexual tortured slave.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Cum True with Me

violent phone sexMost men enjoy violent phone sex fantasies. In my opinion, I find it healthy and cathartic for men to unleash their rage and anger. And let’s face it, the world seems like a hot mess right now. So much drama and politics make us all feel a little on edge. I know I’ve been snorting a lot more coke lately. And letting men do vile things to me so that I can get a fix.

This weekend, I found myself alone. And I hate to be alone. So, I got myself into some trouble. For once, I did not need coke. Marcus, my regular drug dealer, fucked the shit out of me Thursday night and gave me a big bag, a bigger bag than normal. Why? Because he knew I would go through more with my husband and my sons away for the weekend. He knows me so well.

I felt adventurous. So, I went to this new urban bar. Urban just means black. This new nightclub located in the black part of town looked like the kind of place I could find some good trouble. However, I found gang bang trouble. A bunch of black men wanted to make me their gangbang rape porn star. But they wanted to do it with an audience.

Usually when men violate me, we’re in some studio or a dark corner of a bar with no eyes on us. But this urban club seemed packed. And not dimly lit like most dive bars I frequent. Very bright lights. And the brothers tossed me into the middle of the dance floor with all the light shining on me while they gangbanged me in front of a live audience.

Black Men Love to Fuck Me, But Black Women Hate Me

Black women cheered them on. In fact, black women narrated what they did to me. I didn’t even know these women, and they seemed to hate me already. Maybe I just represented all the white women that steal the good black men from them. I’m not sure. But I could hear black women yelling things like pull her hair, choke her, and shove your fist up her cunt and ass.

 Clearly, nobody wanted me there. I just wanted to have a few drinks, maybe dirty dance with some brothers but instead I got force fucked and violated while black women egged it on. Damn. I picked the wrong bar.

Once the men finished force fucking me, the women came over and kicked me while I laid on the floor in pain. They spit on me. A few even pissed on me. And they laughed at me for thinking that I could come into their club and steal their men. I knew they hated me not because of me, but because of all the white women who love those big black cocks. I’m married to a white man. And I’m never going to leave him. However, I do like black cock occasionally like any other white woman.

If those black women had not been in the club, I planned on sucking some cock, maybe give a few hand jobs and drink some cocktails before heading home. Instead, I became an ass rape porn star to a bunch of black cocks and black fists. And experienced degradation and humiliation in the process. When I left, I smelled like a toilet. And I looked like a porn star. Note to self. Never go to an urban club. Black women don’t want you there.