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Gangbang Rape Porn is the Best Money a Junkie Whore Can Make

gangbang rape pornI know a thing or two about gangbang rape porn. Back in the day, I starred in a few. A young runaway who never finished high school didn’t have a lot of options for making money. But girls can always make money off their bodies. You don’t even need to be that hot. Men pay for sex. But the rough sex pays the best.

Recently, I met a young girl that came into the club begging for a dancing position. But I could see obvious tracks on both arms, and we can’t hire that at the club. We want clean girls. Girls that look like the girl next door, not junkies. But I felt bad for this girl. I could see how desperate she looked for money. Likely because she needed a fix, but she wouldn’t tell me much.

I told her I could not hire her for the club, but I knew somebody who could help her make some quick cash, but it would be extreme. She wanted the details. I asked her if she’d be OK with things like ass rape porn, and simulated snuff flicks and she said yes. So, I took her to meet Derek. Derek never served as my master; however, he knew my master. Derek may be a sadistic bastard, but he’s a businessman too. He makes both private hardcore porn for folks, but he also makes regular underground hardcore porn for live streaming.

I Know Where a Junkie Whore Can Make a Quick Buck

I sent her to a man who would not kill her but might make her wish she was dead. But he pays more money for two hours of filming than she could earn at the club in two weeks. So, I went with her and made the introduction. Derek said he could use her if I gave him head first. I wanted to help this girl out, so I blew the bastard. This girl appeared to be a total hot mess and because she didn’t look quite as good as me, he would only do the video if I stayed and watched.

I knew in that moment he would be extremely rough on this young girl, but I wanted to help her. So, I did with Derek said. I took a seat and watched 35 men fuck this girl. At least Derek gave her a fix first. I watched her go from a state of panic to blissful ignorance with one shot of smack. Perhaps blissful ignorance is the state a young girl wants to be in during a violent gangbang.

Some Girls Who I Cannot Hire to Strip, I Sent to a Snuff Director

These men ravaged her. Gaped her pussy and her ass. Choked her and smacked her. One guy even carved his initials in her ass. I found that painful to watch. But she didn’t even flinch. So, he gave her a good shot. I felt bad watching. I wanted to help this girl, but I brought her to somebody who I knew would fuck the shit out of her and get her even more addicted.

But she needed fast money and she agreed. Derek paid her10 grand for a two hour long torturous gang bang film. And once the filming concluded, she’s still appeared in a state of blissful ignorance, enjoying her high. Good thing because when she realizes what happened to her, I think she will feel sore as fuck, and maybe even angry towards me. But 10 grand is more than she could earn at the club in a month. Not sure how long it will last a young junkie, but I helped her.

I know this stuff porn world all too well. A junkie whore might fare better than I did, but I persevered. And I got out and now I can help other young girls in desperate need of a quick buck.

I’m master’s evil side piece and ho

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Master has a sick fetish. In fact, his whole mind and and desires are sick and all filled with his dark past. From him kidnapping me long ago to what he has in store now. It’s time for little new whore to cum around for him to  torture like he did me. Fresh meat to violate and capture for future breeding he has in mind. What are lives were no longer exist. I’m owned by him and soon these little one’s will be too. I’m always forced to be his nasty accomplice. His dirty sick side kick while still in chains myself. I desire for his rape fantasy fuck brain cock to capture me again and again just watching him turn into the monster he is. 

I’m the nasty young accomplice committing crimes…

Waiting outside a school, watching our prey, innocent little ones playing unknowing what’s about to happen. Trapping them when the time is right, popping out like little monsters instilling the fear in them. You had me duct tape and tie them down. Their little hands and feet unable to move, all wrapped up for your sick cock. I love giggling and laughing and helping them relax. Whether it’s rubbing their feet, tickling or playing with her sweat pussy hair, I’m here to hold her down. Big bad master and his danger dick ripping their young sweet cheeks, smashing their barely legal cervix’s.

Master’s evil fantasies become their worst nightmare!

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“Mommy mommy, I want my mommy” she yells as I slap her mouth shut. “Be quiet before he starts to rage”. Instilling the fear that was always inside me to her. Master doing his best and ripping and shredding. Busting their little asses up like cheese. Bloody fresh cherry popping cum drops leaking out of their tight little fresh feral virgin pussy’s. Taking all the anger rage and trauma out on them every time they cried out as the lashings got worse. Your a nasty dirty creeper.

You’re the worst of the worst. The kind that all mommy’s fear and that turns you the hell on, especially with such a submissive slutty slave like me. Your a nasty evil trap. A killer in his prime before the victims turn deadly. Kidnapping for fun, to get your fuck n. That prime pink pussy you crave becomes your sloppy wet surprise.

Uncategorized Layla Kidnapped Slut Forced To Fuck Horny Men

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I’m already dripping before they even touch me, heat pooling between my thighs, body aching for hands, mouths, anything. Uncategorized, tonight is exactly what I live for… chaos, lust, greed, and every filthy thing I crave. I don’t fight it. They won’t stop. I let them circle me, leaning in, teasing, breathing hot on my neck, and I shiver like a slut on fire.

One slips behind me, hands rough but welcomed, and I moan against his shoulder, letting him take what he wants while another slides in front, watching me arch, lips parted, teasing, pressing myself against him, tasting his need through his hands. I’m moaning, whining, begging even though no one told me to… I want this, I want all of them. I want them greedy, needy, desperate, and I can feel it in the way they’re looking at me, the way they can’t get enough.

I let one man guide me to my knees, moaning into him, loving the way he groans, loving the way they all wait for their turn, loving the hunger in the air. Another presses behind me, hand sliding along my body, teasing, taking, making me squirm until I can barely breathe. I let them share me, play with me, use me, because it’s hot, filthy, wrong, and I crave it more than anything.

My moans bounce off the walls, loud, messy, shameless. I grind, arch, let them tug at my hair, kiss my neck, pin me down, and I love it… love how greedy, how desperate, how shameless they make me feel. Every gasp, every shiver, every pleading look I give them only makes them want me harder, faster, hungrier, and I melt into it, letting myself be consumed, letting myself be taken, letting myself be their filthy little toy.

By the time they’re all leaning over me, hands everywhere, eyes blazing, I’m drowning in heat, moaning, whining, trembling. I’m soaking, greedy, hungry, shivering from pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop. I want more, I want all of them, I want them messy and desperate, I want this chaos and lust and filth all over me.

I collapse into them finally, tangled, slick, moaning, laughing, loving every second. They’ve taken me, shared me, made me their little nigger slut, and I love it. I’ll let them again, tomorrow, the next night… because this is exactly what I crave. I’m Layla, the filthiest slut you ever had, and giving myself like this, letting them have me, is the hottest, dirtiest thing I could ever want, enjoying the cum all over my face.

My Son and I Have an Extreme Domination Phone Sex Relationship

domination phone sexMy son and I do not have a traditional mother/son relationship; we enjoy a domination phone sex relationship. But I know he loves me. Why else would he bring me such premium cocaine. Honestly, it’s been a hot minute since he visited his mother. I thought he forgot about me. But he could never forget about his cash cow and old bimbo mommy.

I greeted him wearing a 3-inch hot pink mini skirt. My meat curtains hung down below the hem line as did my prolapsed asshole. I forgot to remove my teeth, so my boy took them out on camera for me. He punched the sides of my face a few times until my teeth flew across the room. The cameras appeared to be rolling because the chimes came in with that first punch. Suddenly, my duck lips got even bigger from a combination of injections and punching.

No, hello or how have you been mommy. He just came in with his guns blazing and started throwing sucker punches at me. Eventually, he turned his attention to my meat curtains. While he pulled them open, he punched my jaw, beating me beautiful while the chimes of donations rolled in. I could tell his wheels were turning. He did not know where to start. Fuck his whore mother’s prolapsed ass, which he sees as his personal cock sleeve, or skull fuck his mother and make her duck lips even bigger.

Live Streaming During a Blizzard Made My Son a Huge Profit

We started with a hardcore skull fucking. With my teeth removed, he could get deeper into my throat. And that enabled him to choke me too. He punched the back of my head as he suffocated me on his cock. And when I saw the plastic bag, I realized the real trouble had only just begun.

One of these days I might die from suffocation phone sex at the hands of my own son. He put some cocaine in the bag. However, while he skull fucked me, he punched the back of my head and watched me turn blue from lack of oxygen.

Since mommy doesn’t even weigh 90 pounds, he contorted my body so that he could fist my prolapse while he skull fucked me with his cock. He managed to punch me a few times in the ribs, the back, the head and even the jaw. I think he knocked a few IQ points off me. Suddenly, he removed his dick from my mouth so that he could show off his new cock puppet to the live streaming audience. 

But he left the plastic bag secure around my head so I still could not breathe. My mind felt scrambled. Right before I completely lost consciousness, he tore a hole in the bag so I could breathe again. He likes to bring me within inches of death, but I never quite die. But in this moment, I sort of wished I had died.

My Boys Loves My Meat Curtains and My Prolapsed Asshole

As he walked around the room with me sitting on his cock, he just kept fucking my ass harder. Shredding my already shredded asshole. He would let me snort some lines occasionally, but while I did, he punched me in the eyes, giving me a mommy makeover. My mouth serves as nothing more than a cock holster.

When he pulled his cock out of my prolapsed ass, he immediately shoved it in my mouth so I could spit shine it. And of course he punched the sides of my face again. I could feel my face swelling up. But my boy loves me. He never punches my nose because he wants me to enjoy my cocaine.

Eventually, he pulled his cock out of my ass and shoved it back down my throat, where he could punch the sides of my face some more. As he said, “I love you,” he continued to punch me. According to my son, 768 at home viewers watched him beat me beautiful and fuck my prolapse. I’m nothing more than a cash cow and bimbo skinny fuck meat to my son.

He rammed his cock back down my throat, holding my ears to make sure I swallowed him balls deep. And then he pissed down my throat right into my stomach. By this time, my eyes felt so swollen, I couldn’t even see the coke bowl. But I could smell it.

One of These Days My Son Might Accidentally Kill Mommy

My son continued to punish me and use me in front of his audience. He dipped his fingers into the bowl of cocaine, then shoved them down my pee hole which he considers his fourth fuck hole. Once he crammed me into a beach ball position, he could fuck my urethra, his favorite fuck hole. Chimes galore occurred. Men love seeing him abuse my pee hole, my tightest hole.

While, fucking my urethra he pulled my meat curtains wide like butterfly wings. And he told me tonight he wanted to make mommy tight again. I’ve not been tight since I gave birth to his brothers. This felt like a rough sex evening. But I know it could’ve been worse. In the past, for his streaming audience’s pleasure and my humiliation, he’s done far worse. At least he didn’t throw me across the room. But he did make me his hand puppet with his fist up my already sore asshole.

The rest of the night he skull fucked me and fisted me for his viewers pleasure. Eventually, he nutted big ropes of cum in my mouth for it. He made me leave it on my face for a close-up. The final chimes came in, and I felt lucky to still be breathing. After all the live streams I’ve completed for my son and all the abuse I’ve taken as his ass rape porn star, I am amazed I am still breathing. One day I know he will go too far. And I will end up dead.

Master’s wicked ways making me crave the pain

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My mom pimping me out at such a young age made me addicted to torture. Before I found the my master I went through a variety a fuck boy who did me wrong day after day. I’ve been kidnapped, assaulted, locked up and more. I love the fear. It runs through me like a rush not knowing of what’s to cum. The look on these guys face as well. The rage and anger in their eyes just get’s me going. And If I complain, whimper or cry the consequences have always come to a brutal end. I was so lost before my master, I needed to be humiliated daily.

You  came in dirty baby, dominating me, making me your full time submissive slave

You my master searched high and low for some fuck bitch you can make suffer the consequences of your sick and evil deviant sexual desires, one’s that get you locked up for life. You crave that rage and punishment, the smell of blood and gore, I’m your perfect broken whore. You want to see me beg and cry but little did you know I enjoyed every punch.

I’m so small and precious. Cute little face, tight little bubble butt, perfect to take your rape fantasies out on. Your only goal is to whip my sweet little pussy apart and show me fear. God damn, so hot! Make me  whimper and beg for mercy while you’ve got your foot on my face. Such a little bitch, can’t take your abuse, crying out for even more rage while my pussy get’s sloppy wet moist.

I love to be be tied down, the more savage you get the better!

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Bound with my hands about my head. You fucked me so hard my insides are shredded with blood soaked cum seeping out of my cut up cunt.  Fecal cum pouring out of my tiny ass like a broken sink, except I’m just another broken soul you’ve taken. Sick fuck you completely dicked me down then ripped me apart. Your a master of the creeches, above all the creeps. So angry about your small inverted cock, taking it all out on me.

Evil torturous men are the worthless losers who can’t get pussy…

The one’s that can’t get laid so they prey on one’s like me. I’m tiny but torn. I prefer to be cracked, whipped, craving torture like daddy did me,

Torture Sex Layla Lets You Break Her Bed and Choke Her Neck

Torture SexI wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, but the doorbell’s chime sent a shiver straight down my spine. My heart raced as I opened the door, and there he was… tall, confident, and radiating danger in the most intoxicating way. My knees went weak before I even realized it, and I knew I wanted him. The tension between us was electric, almost too much to bear. I leaned against the doorframe, biting my lip, imagining every possible way this night could go.

Torture Sex isn’t just about roughness; it’s about intensity, control, and giving yourself over completely. I felt my pulse quicken as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning me like he already knew every secret desire I carried. His hand brushed mine, and the spark between us ignited into a slow, consuming fire. I could feel every nerve in my body waking up, alive and craving his touch.

We moved toward the bed, and the thrill of the moment made me dizzy. He didn’t hesitate; he took control, pushing me back gently but firmly. I gasped as he traced patterns over my skin, teasing me in ways that made my body betray me, and I loved every second. The sensation of being dominated, of letting someone else lead, made me feel alive, electric, and utterly submissive. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered moan was a tribute to the delicious tension between pleasure and power.

His hands were skilled, knowing exactly how to push me to the edge and pull back, leaving me desperate for more. The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together, a rhythm of intensity and raw desire. I arched into him, my fingers digging into the sheets, surrendering completely to the moment. The thrill of giving in, of being completely claimed, coursed through me.

Him breaking in tonight wasn’t a coincidence… He’s been planning this a long time, waiting for me to be at my weakest point. I imagined how my voice would carry, low and husky, drawing him closer, making him ache for me as I guided the fantasy forward. His lips found my neck, and the teasing pressure made me weak with need. I let myself enjoy every second, reveling in the power exchange and the delicious vulnerability.

Towards the end of the night as my pussy was filled with his cum dripping wet down my soft thighs, I was breathless, my body trembling, my mind spinning from pure ecstasy. Him choking me wasn’t about the roughness; it was about surrendering, about trusting, and about letting desire take over completely. And tonight, I let it take me all the way.

Killer Phone Sex in the Winter Creates Beautiful Art as a Body Bleeds into the Snow

killer phone sexI love killer phone sex in the snow. And I enjoy slaughtering assholes, and bitches in fluffy white snow because I love how the blood drains out of their bodies into the white snow giving it a pink hue. Plus, you might not know this, but snow prolongs the torture and the pain. Keeps the body on ice. My victim’s breathing slows down, and the blood coagulates a little from the cold, which keeps them alive just a little bit longer. So, winter might be my favorite killing season.

Although I built a dungeon underneath my house with a tunnel that goes into the woods, for easy body disposal, I still enjoy my kill shack. Last night I took this bitch I picked up to my old kill shack an hour away. I inherited this old fishing cabin from my grandfather as a teenager. He used to take women there to torture them. Fuck them and then torture them. I think the sadistic phone sex gene skipped a generation. My parents seem awfully vanilla and boring. But grandpa made me a sadist just like him.

I met this girl Lynn at a bar. Not my usual bar, but a steam punk bar. And she didn’t belong. I watched a lot of people reject her. So, I started a conversation with her about her approach. And I questioned her motives. She hit on both men and women, but she just wanted somebody to buy her drinks.

I don’t think she really wanted to go home with anybody. Her attitude seemed a bit stuck up and bitchy. Although I did not plan to kill, she seemed perfect. Satan knows, I have killed for less.

Killing in the Snow is Artistic. I Love the Way Blood Drains into the White Snow.

So, I chatted her up and asked her if she wanted to go back to my shack. Enjoy some free alcohol and play some video games. For once I didn’t need to drug a bitch. This one came willingly with me. And after an hour at my kill shack in the woods, she realized I put something in her drink.

Just a little something to paralyze her. The mind still functions, but the body won’t move. I dragged her out into the snow and started slicing her up. And I told her she could scream as loudly as she wanted, but nobody would hear her. Not in the middle of nowhere surrounded only by trees and wildlife.

As I stabbed her and mutilated her breasts and her pussy, I watched her crimson red blood spill from her body, melting the snow around her. I think I just wanted to kill her so I could see something so beautiful as blood in the snow.

Suddenly, the snow all melted around her body creating a bloody snow angel effect. And it looked hypnotic to me. It took her two hours and 23 minutes to die. Perhaps not my normal kill. She didn’t do anything too offensive honestly. But I just wanted to kill in the snow.

I left her body right where I killed her because I slaughtered her close to the tree line. And I knew if I woke up in the morning, she would be gone. Nature accepts its role as my accomplice phone sex partner and thanks me by disposing of the bodies for me. By the drag marks, I think a bear got her. Another girl that will never be found because in 2 to 4 days, she will be nothing more than bear shit

How I got addicted to being a worthless submissive slave

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My evil wicket Master is such a piece of shit. From the day he broke me in to become his submissive slave it’s always been such a mind fuck at the same time. Don’t get me wrong. I love being his nasty evil accomplice, or getting tied up for days. This turns me on to the point I desire it. However, the way he controls me with his ways is insane. From manipulating to extortion, I’ve been stuck in a massive abusive torturous cycle.

When I first met this fuck, he took all his rage and rape fantasies out on me. Chocking to the point I’d pass out for his to only do it again. Do you have this sick sexual ambition too honey? The deep urge to fuck up a sweet hot young lady like me? Ripping me apart from the inside out, I got hooked. Not by his danger hooked cock but by the power he holds in that thick massive machine cock he’s got. By his rules I need to earn what I got, would you go to that distance to make sure I got that point too?

Brutally bloodied to learn my lesson.

I crave the pain he inflicts on me daily. If I didn’t suck his cock the way he wanted he’d grab my head and either bang me against a wall or brutally hit me and ask, “Is that the way you suck cock bitch?” I learned to throat his beast over and over till I got it right. All while bleeding from my head, hair falling out. He always unloads on my face before his danger dick rips up my spewing wet cunt. Bloody dripping down my face, spunk running out my mouth. It’s a sick addiction for us both.

Evil and demented, my body belongs  to him

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Master would love to bring his buddies and watch me get gangbanged raw and red. My legs spread out so far with a gag in my mouth. I longed for this. While all my holes get filled up, I had an audiences waiting to bust. My tight little clam gripped every god damn cock until he’d tell me to let go.  Any wrong move, whimpering or crying, there was the danger I wouldn’t make it out alive. He made it a habit and I became addicted.

Fantasy is what fills me…

I only want it rough. I need to earn my keep and I’ll do that for you too. Put me on my knees and slap me silly. All that anger, rage and unhappiness you hold, take it out on me. I have no boundaries or taboos. Master has taught me, I’m forever submissive.

Cock and Ball Torture Sex Serves as Excellent Revenge

torture sexOne of my fellow stripper sisters asked me to help her with some cock and ball torture sex last night. Revenge CBT. Her ex-boyfriend doxed her. We all use a stage name at the club, so he blasted her real name and her address and her phone number with her stage name and picture all over social media. Plus, he put up a few home movies they made together during their 10 years as a couple on some amateur porn sites.

Unlike me, she has family. And she does not want them to know what she does for a career. And she certainly does not want any of her family, including her son from a previous relationship, to see her naked on the Internet.

Luckily Facebook took down the pictures and the video quickly because they do not allow nudity. But she feels certain some mutual friends still saw his posts before Facebook pulled them. I jokingly told her he needed castration phone sex. And I guess she ruminated on it, called me up and said let’s do it.

Stripper sisters always have each other ‘s backs. So, I set the trap for him. Let him think that his ex’s hot stripper bestie wanted to fuck him since they broke up. Men can be so stupid. But in their defense, a lot of shady women do that to their best friends. Not me.

Strippers Stick Together and Get Revenge on the Men Who Wronged Us

He arrived at my place with a bottle of the cheapest wine he could find. My friend laid in wait. Perhaps I could’ve earned myself an academy award nomination for my performance last night. But I convinced him I wanted to fuck him. And as I kissed him just to distract him, I slipped some drugs in his wine glass. Drugs that would make him loosy goosy enough to subdue and torture.

When the roofie kicked in, my bestie made her appearance known. She kicked him in the groin as he laid passed out on the ground until the pain woke him up. But the drug made him too weak to fight or even get up. And I told him that I lied to him just to get him to my home. I let my friend tell him his list of offenses. And while she stripped him naked, I sharpened my knives.

If You Cannot Act Like a Man, You Don’t Deserve Your Balls

He pissed on my floor. What a fucking loser. Luckily, I had a tarp under him. But I did that because I suspected there would be blood, not piss. My friend trampled on his balls in her high heels. And I followed up with a vice grip used to deflate his testicles. This man would never fuck again.

And he would learn better break up behavior. He cheated on her. So, she broke up with him. That pissed him off so he doxed her and uploaded revenge porn. Personally, I never knew what she saw in him. Too much of a player and a bad boy for my tastes. But instead of telling her I told you so, I helped her castrate him.

And this taboo phone sex babe enjoyed an evening of deflating balls and cutting them off as revenge for revenge. We dragged his body on the tarp outside and left him in the rain. And we finished off the cheap bottle of wine he brought, laughed about him and he went to bed. Woke up in the morning and discovered he left. I don’t think he’ll go to the cops. Then he would have to admit what he did. Revenge feels so sweet. 

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.