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Torture Sex of My Ass Always Scores Me Coke and a Sore Ass

torture sexAnal torture sex is the favorite of many men, even men in my life like my stepson and my drug dealers. They are fascinated with my asshole. They want to gape it. They want to ruin it. I do not enjoy my asshole ruined. I do like hardcore anal sex. I am an anal whore. But my stepson is on a mission to make me hate anal sex. He wants to break me. Why I do not know. He just hates me. Always has and likely always will. Last night I was summoned to his place. I was expecting it sometime soon because he wants money for the holidays. I am his cash cow. He always tells me, “Why do I need a job, when I have a whore for a stepmom?” He will never get a real job if I am in the picture. I am his ass rape porn star. He streams live action anal torture from his apartment. It does not matter if my ass can take it or not. He had my black drug dealer over last night when I arrived. Double trouble for me. I did not even know they knew each other. Marcus is never that rough on me, but he could be. And with a 13-inch-thick black cock, it is what I call a punisher cock. My stepson wanted to film some interracial hardcore anal sex. I was going to get some coke out of it, but man, he makes me work for it. I was down on all fours, with my hands pinned behind my back. No lube, of course. My stepson likes to torture me with no lube in my ass. A big black cock sodomized me raw. I could hear the dings on his computer telling me men were tipping for this. I am a taboo phone sex whore for many reasons, I guess. I love BBC. I love anal sex. And I am a druggy mommy whore so desperate for coke that I will let my stepson use me for a fix.

Sacrificed to the Evil One

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My hands and feet were tied up, each to a post so that I lay spread eagle on the cold slab. I have no idea how I got here. One moment, I was in a bar talking to a nice man. The next, I am here tied up in a church. A bunch of men in robes then appeared out of the shadows. One of them held a bucket and a paintbrush. He dipped the paintbrush in the bucket and painted a pentagram on my body. Then, they got in a circle surrounding me and touched me all over my body. They rubbed my tits, stroked my pussy and fingered my ass. Even though I was tied up in front of strangers, they were turning me on. My pussy became so wet and they were going to make me cum. When the robed kidnappers saw that my pussy was dripping. They used my pussy juice to draw symbols on my body. After that, they stood in a circle and chanted “God is dead. Fuck God.” over and over again. I was confused as to why they were chanting and, more importantly, why I was here. 

It wasn’t until one robed individual said “Take this sacrifice, O Evil One” as he held a knife over my chest that I knew I was the sacrifice. Help!

Castration Phone Sex is a Bloody Good Time for Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is bloody fun, especially for me. I watched a documentary on Lorena Bobbitt last night. I felt all inspired. I do not need her to take a man’s junk though. I castrated my first man in high school. I got a taste for it then. When I was a schoolgirl, the other schoolboys and girls called me Wednesday. That was because of Wednesday Addams. I was a loner Goth girl even back then. A teacher tried to force himself on me in the dark room where I was developing photos for a school project. I carried a small knife on me that I hid between my legs. I had it strapped with a garter to my thigh. My grandpa told me to do it so I could defend myself against bullies. This teacher was the last one I suspected of being a pervert too. But when he tried to fuck me, I threw photographic solution in his face, which burned his eyes, and I cut off his dick. I did the Lorena Bobbitt thing. She did her thing when I was just a little girl in diapers still, but everyone knew who she was and what she did when I was in high school. My teacher was my first willing torture sex victim. He started a domino effect though. I felt empowered grabbing that knife and slicing his dick off so he could not violate other schoolgirls. I knew he was not going to tell anyone what I did because he would have to explain why his dick was out in front of a young girl. He is likely still alive and dickless wonder. But now, so many more men are too. Because he was not the last man to try to force himself on me or other women. I can castrate you cleanly, or I can make it leave an ugly mark. I can take the balls, or I can take the dick too. I can let you bleed out or I can cauterize the wound. I am a taboo phone sex bitch. Not your bitch though. Never your bitch. I am just a tough as nails Goth girl who gets immense pleasure from mutilating your sex organs.

Gangbang Rape Porn at a Holiday Party

gangbang rape pornThe holidays do not necessarily scream it is gangbang rape porn time, but I bring out the bad in men. Something about this ginger slut makes men want to violate me in the worst ways. I was at my husband’s Christmas work party Saturday night. I was dressed up respectfully. I was dreading going because I hate feigning like I enjoy his work buddies and their stuck-up wives. I made an exit to powder my nose at one point. To me that just meant I was going to do lines of coke in the bathroom. Some of the catering staff caught me. I was not planning on doing anything nasty at this party. It was my husband’s office party, and he thinks I am just a typical stay at home mom. He does not know that I am an ass rape porn star for cocaine. The catering staff knew. These Mexican looking men pulled me into the kitchen and started fucking me. They made me take my clothes off first. I understand a little Spanish, but they were talking so fast that it was hard for me to understand them. They were pinning me down on the table they use to prep the food. I was naked on a steal slab being gang fucked. They sodomized me too. How was I going to go back to the party. I was a hot mess. Holes were bleeding and sore. I could barely walk. My hair had cum in it. My make-up was smeared. I had to clean up a bit because if I told my husband or anyone what happened, these animals were going to spill the beans that I was doing coke in the bathroom. I slicked my hair back into a bun, retouched my makeup and took a whore’s bath to wash the stench of cum off my body. I know I am a taboo phone sex slut. I deserved to be gang banged in a kitchen or anywhere.

Oops, I Got You Addicted To Lolita Porn!

Sadistic Phone SexThere you were with your cock rock hard for me when I decided to put something truly nasty on while I rode your cock! What did I select? Only the filthiest Lolita porn scenes you have ever imagined. Little sluts spreading their pussies for big hard daddy cocks, I saw your eyes widen when they started disappearing those fat older man rods inside their hot little cum sleeves. Just then I start riding your cock like a wild slut, telling you I’ve always wanted you to meet the sweet little angel I babysit. I start to cum when I tell you that I’d teach her how to take a cock by guiding yours inside her as I spread her little legs. I feel you start to fill my fuck hole with cum as the little brat on the tv takes a big cum shot to the face, oops… I got you addicted to Lolita porn!

Fantasy Phone Sex Lines Let You Explore Your Darkest Thoughts

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex lines like mine let you explore your dark side. There is nothing illegal about our thoughts. I love talking to perverts who like naturally bald pussies. I talked to a guy late last night who was driving around in his car peeking into people’s windows. He had some wicked home invasion fantasies that got my pussy wet thinking about being his accomplice. He went by this one house with a huge bay window. He could see the family in the living room. He described an idyllic family, like something straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. When I was a little girl, I always wished I had that kind of family. He described a pretty mom with a handsome husband and what appeared to be fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. They were likely still school age. He parked across the side of the road and called me for a home invasion phone sex fantasy while he jacked off watching the family he was fantasizing about. That really turned me on. We pretended that I was with him. It was dark, but it was early still. We pretended that the family he was jacking off to was asleep. We broke in through the basement door. My partner shot the husband. His blood and brain matter splattered on his wife who was now screaming. I dragged her out of bed and ripped her clothes off her body. I shoved her dirty panties in her mouth to muffle her cries. I tied her up so my partner could fuck her. I went and got the brats. I tied them up, but after I stripped them naked. We were going to explore our rape phone sex fantasies for those young teens. My partner fucked the wife, then he came to help me fuck the son and the daughter. It was a hot fantasy. And knowing that he was outside their home watching them and jacking his cock in his car made our role play even hotter.

Snuff Phone Sex Fantasies are Strongest During Holidays

snuff phone sexThe holidays bring out our snuff phone sex fantasies. People are full of rage and arousal over the holidays and that can lead to some hot fucking role plays. It is not all role play for me, however. I am a dark bitch. A Goth girl with a dark side. I was chatting with his guy I met at a Goth bar over the weekend. He told me how he was constantly cock teased by his neighbor girl. I asked him to describe her to me and with his words, he painted the perfect picture of a little cock tease who needed to die. I was the right person to confess his dirty thoughts too. After some strong shots, I had him convinced that we should make a snuff porn with the little slut. I told him the best Christmas gift he could give himself would be her little pussy around his dick. I egged him on, like I do. I will always be that devil on your shoulder convincing you to do nasty things to little sluts. We could not use his actual neighbor girl because if I am your accomplice, I keep you safe. We found a surrogate for her. A little lookalike slut in a trailer park who lived hours away from where he lives. She was out at night in the trailer park playground. No one was around. She was ripe for the taking. I snatched her up quickly. I disarmed her with chloroform. When she woke up, she was naked in a cabin in the woods getting fucked by a grown man. He called her Gretchen because that was the name of the little neighbor girl. I filmed the teen rape porn for him as a Christmas gift. I like him. He is a perverted man. I got rid of the body for him. In the mountains where I have my kill shack, it is easy to get rid of evidence. I just feed the remains to the bears and the coyotes. What do you say? Feel like going hunting for your Christmas gift?

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Can Cum True with a Druggy Whore

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Do you have violent phone sex fantasies? I bet you do. Every man I have met does. And often they act them out on me. I am usually either too fucked up to fight them or too desperate for a fix to do so. That means I am often getting fucked in a way I do not want. Like last night. I showed up at this flop house to score. I felt out of place. I just wanted coke and most of the folks in that place were shooting up smack or doing crack. I did not want to be there, but I was desperate for a fix. This Hispanic guy told me I did not have enough for the coke I wanted. I had $300, but I wanted more coke than $300 would by. He told me I looked good, unlike most of his clients. He made me an offer I could not refuse. I just needed to be his ass rape porn star for an hour or so. I agreed to do whatever he wanted. It could have killed me. In fact, it almost killed me. He did not just fuck my ass. He sodomized me with all kinds of objects, some of them looked pretty dirty, as in too dirty to go inside any of my fuck holes. He did not care. He was smoking meth which made him more violent. I thought about just saying forget our deal and fleeing while I still could. But my need for coke was stronger than my sense of self-preservation. After he was done sodomizing my ass with a rolling pin, he invited the men in the flop house to fuck my ass too. Now, I was a gangbang rape porn star for junkies. I felt so used, abused. I guess I was. My ass was gaped open and cum was dripping out of all my holes. I got my coke though.

Devil Face Suffocates and Chokes Me

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I woke up dazed, drugged. My head was pounding, and I noticed  that I couldn’t rub my head because my arms and legs were tied to the bed I was laying on. What could have happened? Who could have drugged me and brought me here? I turn my head to see a figure, sitting in a chair, presumably waiting for me to awaken. He has an average build and clothing, but he is wearing a red devil mask. I scream when I see him and keep screaming for someone to let me out of this place. The devil face says nothing, slowly grabs a plastic bag and put the bag over my face. I try to move my face away, but my restraints keep me from escape. I try to conserve my energy and control my air flow, but I am quickly losing oxygen. That’s when I start freaking out, shaking my head back and forth, screaming my head off and begging for mercy. When I felt like I was going to die from lack of air, the devil face took off the  bag. I took a big, deep breath and coughed. I did not expect for the devil face to pull down my pants and panties, get on top of me and choke me. Then, he shoved his cock into my pussy. I tried to scream for help, but I couldn’t breathe. His cock was ripping my tight pussy apart with each stroke. The last thing I saw before I passed out was him cumming inside of my cunt. 

Taboo Phone Sex Accomplice Cassandra Can Get You Any Young Girl

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is what I do best. I was born for the seedy underworld of sex trafficking. I have a new gig with a notorious sex trafficker. He heard of my good work with my old master who I freelance for now. This is the sort of guy who I need to be careful around. One wrong move and I will end up buried with the fishes. But the money is too good to pass up. I procure the girls based on client requests. This guy has some super rich clients who have very specific requests like clean little white girls of a young age. A lot of trafficked women are older or not white. And most have been used up well and are strung out on drugs. I have an eye for talent and as a woman, I can lure young girls away easier than a man. I am a great accomplice phone sex partner. I am like Jeffrey Epstein’s side piece Giselle. The difference is that I am not sleeping with this guy. I am the hired help. I was asked to get a blonde angel, a schoolgirl who was clean, innocent and virginal. I found one at the mall who looked perfect. She was with a babysitter, who was easily distracted by a cute boy in the food court. I walked away with the girl. I was in disguise because as a stacked, platinum blonde, I stick out like a sore thumb. I made myself look less slutty. I took the girl to my new employer’s building where he stores the girls. He has done a good job of hiding girls in plan site. I met the client, and he was so impressed with what I brought him that he tipped me. I was not in the room when he fucked her, but I could hear her screaming. Virgins always cry. I used to feel badly about helping men explore their rape phone sex fantasies but not anymore. I am making too much money to care.