Category: Domination phone sex

Snuff Porn Star Blair Take a Beating and Keeps On Ticking

snuff pornI will never escape snuff porn. This week proved rough on my body. First, my son beat the crap out of me. However, I went through his pink cocaine rather quickly. Not even quite a week later I found myself in need of more. So, I started begging guys to help me for a bump. I tried to avoid going down to the dock or meeting with notorious violent drug offender to score since my body still hurt from my boy.

However, zero luck with regular dudes willing to party and fuck. So, I met this one snuff film maker at the docks. He makes snuff flicks and beats women on camera for a streaming audience just like my son. But this guy I know has killed women before maybe not on purpose but some of his stars ended up dead. So that’s always in the back of my mind when I get desperate. But my need for cocaine seems stronger than my need to stay alive.

This guy will always put me in his snuff movies. But I will end up in the hospital or the ER. This time seemed no different. He dangled a big bag of cocaine in front of me and told me it would be all mine for just two hours of filming. So, I did a line and told him I make me his bitch. He set up the streaming camera and punched me in front of his streaming audience many times. I started seeing stars almost immediately.

Men Beat Me Beautiful in Exchange for Cocaine

When he punched me in the nose and it started bleeding, I worried that my sniffer would not work anymore. I begged for some cocaine. And when I snorted, boy did it burn like it never burned before. Coke mixed in with my blood and started coming out my nose. And this guy just wiped my bloody snot so he could rub on it my pussy and on my tits.

And he kept beating me. He never wanted to fuck me. According to him, his audience prefers watching him beat the fuck out of mommy types. Well, he beat the fuck out of me. So, this felt like torture sex. He broke ribs and my nose. Plus, I lost a couple teeth, but I got a big bag of cocaine. So that will help me heal my broken, battered body once again. Why do I get letting guys abuse me like this? Oh, that’s right. I am a druggy desperate whore.

Teen Rape Porn Stars are Kidnapped Not Born

teen rape pornGuys come to me when they want to make a teen rape porn. Men know that I can help procure them something young and sweet to fuck. Women make the best accomplices because young girls never suspect us as predators. But behind every good predator is a good woman who brings him the fuck meat. And for Jonathan I appeared to be that good woman.

We go way back. As a good friend of my former master, he sometimes would fuck me. But I know he preferred much younger pussy. But now he hires me occasionally find him a young tender girl to fuck. I consider him a collector of sorts. He likes to make little videos of himself fucking teenage girls. So, I bring him the girl and I filmed fuck session

We got together last night. I found him a very young teen girl. Popular girl who serves on her cheerleading team. Tiny and compact. A perfect little dick spinner and ass rape porn star. I did not need to kidnap her. She came willingly with me because I told her I wanted to test her out for a model gig. She ate that shit up. Young girls dream about being a star. I did not lie to her. I did plan to make her a star. A young teen porn star

Men Come to Me When They Want to Make a Teen Porno

Jonathan loves the treat that I picked out for him. Pretty, innocent, and a tiny little hot body. I got out the film equipment and did my job capturing the moment he popped a little cherry. She began screaming bloody murder. I just kept telling her that I’m making her a star. Jonathan didn’t show her holes any mercy either. He stretched and gaped them. Made both her pussy and her ass bleed.

She cursed me the entire time. Called me a dumb cunt and a stupid bitch. Please bitch. I’ve been called far worse by people a lot scarier than you. I told her to shut the fuck up and smile for the camera. Of course, we strapped her down to a table. This little bitch would not escape.

She saw my face. However, I looked quite different in a red wig, and he wore a mask the entire time. He didn’t want to kill her. However, I did. But his dime his rules. And the little bitch lived. She’ll probably never believe a single thing an adult woman tells her again. So, in a way this served as a wakeup call for that young slut. Girls need to learn that they cannot trust the word of a strange woman.

We dumped her in a cornfield for her to find her way home. I’m sure she will share some details to the police. But I still feel confident nothing will blow back on me or my accomplice phone sex partner. I took necessary precautions. She’ll never find me or my client.

Young Voice Phone Sex Tempting Maid Layla Cleans Your Balls

Young Voice Phone Sex

I’ve always known that being a good girl is nowhere near as profitable as being a total brat who knows how to handle a man’s needs. Using my young voice phone sex skills to lure Troy into my world was the best move I ever made, and now he’s convinced I’m the only “sugar baby” worth the investment. Today, I’ve decided to give him exactly what he’s paying for, showing up at his place in a tiny, ruffled maid outfit that barely covers my curves.

 I’m not here to dust the shelves, though; I’m here for the real “dirty work”. I drop to my knees in front of him, the lace of my apron fluttering as I reach for his fly. Troy is already breathless, watching me with that hungry, desperate look I love. I don’t say a word at first, I just let my hands do the talking, sliding his pants down until those heavy, “aching balls” are right in front of my face.

I start “cleaning” them with my tongue, using slow, swirling strokes that make his knees buckle. My voice is a soft, slutty whisper, telling him how much I enjoy the taste of his skin while I buff and “polish” him with my wet mouth. He’s already rock hard, a thick vein throbbing against his stomach, but I take my time. I want him to feel every bit of my devotion before the real fun starts. 

When he can’t take the teasing anymore, he grabs my waist and flips me onto the rug, pinning my legs back to reveal my “tight little pussy”, already soaking and ready for him. He dives in without a second thought, his weight crushing me into the floor as he thrust into me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. The friction is incredible, and I’m making all those high-pitched, needy sounds that drive him over the edge. 

I’m his perfect little toy, taking every inch of him until he’s growling my name and shaking with the effort of staying upright. Just as I feel my own walls clenching around him, he pulls out and starts stroking himself fast. I look up just in time to feel the heat of his load hitting my face, thick strings of “white cream” splattering across my cheeks and dripping onto my busty tits.

 I stay there, panting and covered in his mess, looking like the perfect, used-up maid he dreamed of. By the time I’m cleaning myself up, he’s already heading out, leaving a thick envelope stuffed with my allowance on the nightstand. One look at that cash and I know I’m addicted to this life; I’ll be back to “clean his balls” whenever he calls.

Taboo Phone Sex Mommy is Her Son’s Cash Cow

taboo phone sexWhen my son comes to visit his taboo phone sex mommy and cash cow, I know I will get the best cocaine. However, I will suffer for it. But family takes care of family. I wore a short skirt, maybe with a 3-inch hem, and it showed off my prolapse because it hung down below the skirt.

And I also wore a tube top. And my duck lips, I accentuated with red lipstick. Plus, I put on other pancake makeup. My huge cock pillows appeared on display in that tube top. If you looked at me from the front, you could see my meat curtains hanging down too. As I stood in front of my son, I felt happy to see him and a little scared too.

I saw the camera equipment, and I knew we were doing a live stream again. That’s our thing. But my boy loves me even if he beats me beautiful sometimes. He told me my fan base wanted a cunt busting. And then he immediately kicked me in the cunt. I heard the chimes come in. He kicked me again and lifted me off the ground. For a moment, I felt like a soccer ball being kicked in the air. But at least I landed in front of the bowl of cocaine.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow

Before we ever start a snuff porn session, my son always gets me high. It dulls the pain. See I told you he loves me. I snorted cocaine as he continued to kick my empty cavern. My old barren womb. It’s like the Grand Canyon now. He started fisting my cunt that pushed me forward until I hit the wall. While elbow deep inside of my barren womb, he started punching my cunt from the outside. More chimes poured in as my son continued to beat me beautiful.

He gave me a few punches to the face and eyes. And of course, my mouth, because I forgot to take my dentures out again. Once my teeth flew out of my mouth, my son replaced my dentures with his cock and his balls. However, he kept punching the side of my face as I sucked his cock. He lit this old bitch up. But I could hear the dings, so I knew my fan base enjoyed the session.

Eventually, he pushed me down to the ground and kicked my prolapse which he calls his cock sleeve. He started punching my prolapse like a boxer punches one of those hanging boxing bags. When he started talking about my fourth hole I knew I needed more cocaine. That’s my urethra. And when he starts playing with that, I know I won’t pee without pain for weeks.

Even Though My Son Turns Me Black and Blue, I Know He Loves Me

With no lube and no warning, he put a little cocaine on my pee hole and then stuffed his cock in it. He pissed into my bladder. While he fucked my fourth hole, he continued to beat me beautiful. I might need some more work done on my face from the plastic surgeon after this session. I could barely see out of my eyes, but my sniffer worked, thankfully.

Our streaming sessions seem to cater to guys with a rape phone sex fantasies for their own mother. But you can’t force fuck the willing. And I’m always willing to be his cash cow. He let me put my face back in the bowl of cocaine, but he dragged me by my tits around the floor.

Eventually he tied my ankles to my head, exposing my pussy, my ass, and my pee hole. And he even put a rope around my throat as his skull fucked me. He would punch me and choke me at the same time as he fucked me. But he wasn’t fucking my pussy. He fucked my pee hole. Mommy’s only tight hole.

My Son Always Makes a Ton of Money Beating Me Beautiful

Tied up to a fuck bench with my legs pushed under me, my prolapse hung out like a punching bag. When he pulled his dick out of my pee hole, he played whack a mole with my prolapse and the head of his dick. He joked about the fact that he could not even push my prolapse back in with his big dick. The chimes rolled in meaning my fan base loved this show. I have no dignity. I’ll do anything for cocaine. I even let my son beat me beautiful and humiliate me on camera.

He made me suck his dick after fucking my prolapse. My prolapsed asshole serves as his cock sleeve. But he wanted to cum in my pee hole. So, he pulled out of my ass and made me clean his dick off with my mouth. Then he fucked my pee hole and dumped a ton of cum in my bladder. He joked that he gave me a bladder enema. By the time our live stream concluded, I started turning black, blue and purple. My cunt and my face look like Mike Tyson beat me up. Every joint hurts still four days later.

But I’m not complaining. He gave me great cocaine. He loves me. Sometimes mommy needs to violent makeover.

Gothic Phone Sex With The Best Demonic Goddess

Gothic Phone Sex with Morticia, your dark and seductive guide into pure demonic pleasure.
At First, I lock you deep into my hypnotic gaze while Satan whispers through me. Then I make you stare into the eyes of young Kyleigh and repeat the truth: Kyleigh hates you, Brooks . In fact, she despises you with every fiber of her being.
Relentlessly, I push you further. As I whisper, a demonic tone forces you to look at her innocent little necklaces, her soft face, and her delicate neck. All while I command you to destroy her.
After that, I bring in Little Sister Shelby and even the offspring Grace. Consequently, I make you envision tying them down and making them watch as you decapitate Kyleigh.

Morticia’s Gothic Phone Sex Turned Demonic Ritual

Ultimately, I describe in vivid detail how her head will be ripped from her body. With crimson blood spraying everywhere. And her neck stump is dripping while you skull-fuck the warm hole left behind.
Next, I intensify the ritual. I have you stare into the little girl’s tiny face and imagine cutting off Grace’s little arms. Then I shove them into her own mouth.
Likewise, I make you picture mama Shawn forced to watch her daughters get destroyed as a sacrifice to Satan. Meanwhile, I keep repeating the command: Go to Tacoma, Washington. Find Kyleigh. Cut her fucking head off. Viciously, destroy her. In fact, destroy them all.
Ultimately, I feed your darkest urges until your cock throbs with demonic need. Now you are no longer Brooks, the man — you are Satan’s willing instrument of revenge and destruction.
Of course, I love calling you my dirty little servant while I guide you deeper into this beautiful nightmare.
Worship Satan. Destroy Kyleigh. Cut her head off and bathe in her blood. This is your purpose now.
Come back to Goddess Morticia whenever you need more. I will always be here to push you further into the darkness you crave.
Gothic Phone Sex

Fantasy Phone Sex Layla STROKING Him With An Intense HANDJOB

Fantasy Phone Sex

I’ve always been the kind of girl who knows exactly what a big, strong man needs when he’s reaching his breaking point. Entering into a fantasy phone sex session with a man like Roman is the highlight of my day because he’s so clearly desperate for a woman’s touch. He came to me today with a cock so hard it looked like it was made of stone, and his balls were so heavy and filled with cum that he could barely sit still.

 I’m just a “slutty bimbo” who lives to serve, and seeing him in that much pain… the good kind of pain… makes my own pussy soak through my “tiny lace panties”. Roman knows that no matter how many toys he has or how much porn he watches, nothing compares to the way my soft, polished hands wrap around his “throbbing hard cock”. I’m the only one who can handle a problem this big, and I take my job very seriously. 

I want him to watch my empty headed, vacant expression as I focus entirely on the rhythm of his breathing and the pulsing of his vein against my palm. There is something so empowering about knowing I have total control over a real man’s cum release. As I started stroking him, I made sure to lean in close so he could see my big, heavy boobs jiggling with every intense upward motion. 

Roman kept moaning about how the “woman’s touch” was making his cock jump and throb uncontrollably, and I just smirked, moving my hand faster to keep up with his heartbeat. I love the way his eyes roll back when I milk every single drop of that thick, “white cream” out of him. I’m a simple girl; I don’t need much more than a hard dick and an appreciative audience to feel like I’ve served my purpose. 

I want the world to see the way he loses his mind when my hand tightens around the base of his balls, forcing all that pressure to the head until he “finally explodes”. Cum belongs on my skin, and an orgasm like Roman’s is far too precious to be kept private. I’m going to keep stroking him until he’s “completely drained” leaving him shaking and grateful that a busty bimbo like me was there to take care of his needs. He’s my favorite kind of trick… the kind that knows a girl like me is the only cure for a cock that won’t quit.

Accomplice Phone Sex Pays My Rent and More

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex I never started out to do. When I began my career in the phone bone industry, I served as the slave. The submissive girl you could do anything too. But that’s because at that time in my life my switch side seemed nonexistent.  Once I realized I could be switch, it felt unnatural to be the slave anymore.  I found my sweet spot as the accomplice.

And it turned out that being the accomplice pays better. When you’re the slave men just use you. But they don’t pay to use you. They just take you. However, when you’re the accomplice, they pay you great money because they need your expertise and skill to procure them something young to fuck. As the accomplice, you take a risk and you deliver something coveted that the person paying you couldn’t obtain on their own.

Men with rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl or a boy need a female accomplice to make that happen. Sure, men kidnap, force fuck and kill women daily. But those men get caught because they think with their dicks. But women think with their big head.

My former master who gave me my first taste as an accomplice can attest to the fact that I keep him off the radar. I supply him with a young girl about every six months. He uses them up, kills them when they age out and calls me to find a new one.

As The Accomplice, I Find You the Perfect Fuck Meat

The only way I stayed alive after I aged out for him is because I figured out a way to make myself useful. And now when he needs a new piece of ass, he calls me. He called me over the weekend. Perfect timing too because I needed the kind of money he pays for my services. Once upon a time, I felt bad for doing what I do. But this kind of money eases a lot of my guilt.

So, I hunted for the perfect little replacement girl for him. 20 years together, so I know his type. Young, cute, virginal. He likes to pop cherries. And I found the perfect little girl at the mall. She strayed from her pack and I swooped in. With me as your accomplice, there’s never a scene. Because I can lure little girls away without force.

My former master seemed incredibly happy with the girl I brought him. He tipped me $10,000 because this one appeared to be the youngest one yet. Usually, girls at that age do not get left alone at the mall. But somebody must’ve hit the snooze button and lost their charge or their daughter or their baby sister.

The best accomplice doesn’t just grab the first girl they see. They wait and find the perfect girl for your needs. My former master will pop cherries. Use all her fuck holes daily until she no longer feels tight anymore. And then he’ll call me up again to find him his next snuff sex slave. In the meantime, I can find one for you too. Just tell me about your type.

Snuff Movies with Costars Who Walk on All Fours are the Worst Kind

snuff moviesSometimes I get a call to audition for snuff movies. A lot of directors in the seedy underground world of snuff know me. They know I will do anything for a buck. And with my sons being home this week for spring break, I need more coke than usual. So, when David called me, I told him I would star in whatever movie he wanted to make. That was my first mistake. I agreed to something before I even knew what the movie would be about.

When I arrived for my movie, something told me this was a mistake. But I focused on the coke and the money he offered me. So once again, I ignored that little voice in my head that told me to run for the hills. And then I saw my snuff sex costars, and I knew I was in trouble. My costars walked on four legs. Big hairy, scary looking beasts who likely would rip me to shreds if I even tried to fight.

Honestly, I’m not a fan of red rockets. They feel like shards of glass inside your fuck holes. They drool on you. I’ve even been bitten before trying to fight. But before I could say no, I changed my mind, he blew a whistle and those furry beasts jumped at me. They weighed more than I do. And I can’t use safe words with them. Once they’re forcing their slimy red rockets inside of me all I can do is pray it will be over soon.

Furry Beast Porn I Did Not Sign Up For

Absolutely no mention of furry costars. I should know about something like that upfront. Maybe I would’ve said no. Likely I would’ve agreed anyway because I felt desperate for cocaine. Really desperate for money to buy cocaine. I don’t know why these furry creatures get called man’s best friend. They seem to be women’s worst enemies. Because all they want to do is shred our holes and slobber all over us.

I signed up for a gangbang rape porn with hairy beasts. No amount of money would repair the damage they did to me. A red rocket feels like a dildo with shards of glass attached to it. It’s like barbed wire in your cunt and ass. Every thrust makes you bleed. Every thrust pulls some of your insides out. Thankfully it didn’t last long. Because once they nut, they release you from their grip.

The director seemed happy with my work. However, I felt totally humiliated. And blindsided too. I took my money and went and got cocaine so that I could immediately heal my bloody holes.

Just Another Friday Night Gangbang Rape Porn in the Back of a White Van

gangbang rape pornJust another Friday night making gangbang rape porn for this woman. But this time I didn’t do it for cocaine money. I did not agree to any of this. In fact, I don’t think I went looking for trouble. When I came out of the mall last night after dropping my son ‘s Apple computer at the Apple Store to get fixed, a guy jumped me and shoved me into the back of his work van.

But I was not alone. Five other guys sat in the back who appeared waiting for him to bring them lunch. I tried to talk my way out of this, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Those men looked so hungry. And they didn’t see me as a person or a mother. They saw me as fuck meat. Just another bitch for them to use.

And in the corner of the van, I saw a camera set up. Maybe this is their thing. Kidnapping soccer moms at the mall and filming them fucking her. And this time the soccer mom appeared to be me. Sometimes I swear I get into the most trouble when I’m not even looking for trouble. They turned me into their ass rape porn star in the back of an electrical work van. In that moment, I felt like this van became an assault rifle. Hiding in plain sight in the back of a work van these men violated every hole. They even fucked my pee hole just like my stepson does. Ouch.

When I am Not Out Looking for a Fix, I Get Into the Worse Trouble

Being a three-hole whore feels bad enough. But when you make me a four-hole whore, I feel the pain. Went on for hours. And I just laid there like a wet noodle. Scared. Not knowing what they would do to me once they all came. They smacked me and choked me. And when they couldn’t cum anymore, they started fisting my holes too and telling me to smile for the camera.

I did my best to comply with them. And act like I enjoyed what they did to me. But because I felt sober, I struggled to give them the enthusiasm they wanted for a gang bang. So, they choked me and smacked me some more until I acted like they wanted me to act.

I thought my nine lives ran out in the back of that van. But they pulled over to the side of the road and dumped me in a field. My clothes torn. Red marks on my face. Cum oozing out of every hole. Dumping me like that forced me to hitchhike back to the mall to get my car. When will men ever stop exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with me?

Roleplay Phone Sex Turns You On as Devil Layla Sucks You Off

Roleplay Phone SexLook at me dripped in your “sticky cum” sucking your dick with my juicy “nigger lips”. I know you can’t take your eyes off this red latex, and honestly, I don’t blame you. This devil costume was made to strain against every curve, and right now, my busty tits are practically spilling out of the top, begging for your attention. Engaging in roleplay phone sex with me means you don’t just hear a voice; you feel the heat radiating off my skin as I lean in close to the receiver. 

I’m perched right in front of you, the glow of the room catching the sweat on my chest while I watch your pulse quicken. Your dick is already hard, and I haven’t even started the best part yet. I drop to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on yours while I reach for you. My hands are cold, but my mouth is searing hot as I take you in.

 I want you to feel every wet, sliding inch as I show you exactly what a devil can do with her tongue. I’m swirling, sucking, and pulling until you’re gripping the edges of your seat, breathless and desperate. I make sure you hear every wet swallow and every muffled moan of satisfaction I make while I work. I’m not just performing; I’m consuming you, making sure that every nerve ending in your cock is firing at once. 

Once I’ve got you right on the edge of losing it, I stand up, letting my heavy tits bounce with every movement. I straddle you slowly, feeling your balls slap against my clit as I tighten my pussy walls slowly. I then begin to ride you, my oily chest is a blur of motion, my tits swinging and bouncing everywhere with every frantic thrust. “Give Me Your CUM!” I scream loudly while riding you. The sight alone is enough to make your dick even harder, stretching you to your absolute limit. 

I’m hovering over you, stroking your cock with both of my hands, with my hair wild and my breath hitching, setting a pace that’s designed to break your willpower. I’m the only thing in your world right now… the friction, the rhythm, and the sight of me coming undone right on top of you. You’re addicted to the way I move, the way I look, and the way I take exactly what I want from you. I’m riding you into the ground, squeezing you tight until you can’t hold back another second. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be spent, shaking, and already wondering when you can get back into my dark little world.