Category: Fantasy phone sex

I am More Than My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star, I am His Cash Cow Too

ass rape pornOnce again, he turned me into his ass rape porn star. My son loves to abuse his mommy. But I know he loves me. He needs to stream our sessions for money to support his old druggy whore mother. He had some of that new coke I wanted to try called pink coke. And he joked about turning my face into a cunt for a taste of that new coke. Recently, he got me Botoxed lips. Like huge lips. Pink coke for pink lips, he joked some more.

He let me bury my face in that new primo coke. But, not for long. He yanked my hair to pull me off the coke. Then he skull fucked his mommy whore’s cunt face. But at least I remembered to take my teeth out first. Oh, did I mention he skull fucked me upside down? The blood rushed to my head as I slurped and gulped on his cock. Eventually, he lowered me closer to the floor so he could skull fuck me into it. Oral torture sex. He let me have some skinny powder before I became his punching bag.

My Son Turned My Face into His Cunt

A few punches to my face left me with two black eyes. And his streaming audience loved that because I heard the tips roll in. My face turned black, blue and purple. He loves to give mommy violent makeovers. And his viewers love watching it.  As I showed off my swollen face to the subscribers, more tips rolled in.

He tossed me back down on the floor and sat on my face. This forced me to suck on his asshole. When I did not lick fast enough or deep enough, he began punching me. My tits, my ribs and the side of my face, anything but my sniffer he punched.  After a while of being his punching bag, he told me it was ass sleeve time. And I knew what that meant. I pushed out my pink prolapse for his amusement. Always his amusement. My ass sleeve became his condom. But of course, he zip tied my prolapse first.

However, he did let me snort some more coke before he put a plastic bag over my head. Lucky for me, the plastic bag had some coke in it. As I snorted what coke he put in the bag, I endured more donkey punches to my head and stomach. The plastic started to stick to my face as my oxygen depleted. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he punched the back of my head. I thought I might take my last breath ever with that plastic bag over my head. Suddenly, suffocation phone sex seemed close.

My Boy Gives Me Violent Makeovers

But right as I was about to pass out, he took the bag off my head and let me breathe in some air and more coke. And I could hear the chimes roll in. His audience loves to watch him give mommy a violent makeover. By this time, my makeup appeared smeared all over my face. As he punched my tits and the back of my head some more, I felt my brain cells leave my body. I could see stars at this point. But the coke made the pain worth it.

Just when I thought it might be over, he put another bag over my head. But this time he cut a hole in the bag for his cock. I thought I might get doubly suffocated by the bag and his cock. But he pissed in the bag, forcing me to drink his urine. Of course, he gave me more punches to the head. And my makeup smeared even more on round two with the plastic bag. My mouth became my son’s cunt again as he skull fucked me some more.

Finally, he took the bag off for the second time and pushed my face into the big bowl of coke. And I thought I might inhale it all. But he pulled it away from the bowl so he could contort my body. He bent me like a pretzel. My legs do not bend the way he wanted. But he still forced my legs behind my head. And I felt that pain. My arthritis doesn’t let me get into all those crazy poses.

He Bent My Body Like a Pretzel

He pulled my meaty cunt lips open, and I thought he might fist me. But I did not get that lucky. Instead, he fucked my pee hole. As he fucked it, I took a few jabs to the ribs. But more tips rolled in. In the contorted pose he forced me in, he could pick me up like a bowling ball. And he did just that. He put a finger in my pink prolapsed ass and my cunt and tossed me across the room. I bounced off the wall and crumbled to the floor.

As he pondered where to cum, he fist punched my face. He calls it beating mommy beautiful. I took some more punches to the ribs too. Finally, he came all over my face which had already turned various shades of black, blue and purple. My eyes swelled shut to the point that I could not see. But once my violent makeover concluded, he gave me the rest of the big bowl of pink skinny powder. My boy loves me. He just needs me to be his cash cow sometimes.

Home Invasion Heaven: Cora’s X-Rated Nightmare

Alright perverts, buckle up for a twisted tale of my kinky encounter with the home invader from hell.

I’m Cora, the juicy treatise waiting to explode. Enter our enigmatic aggressor, a hung monster with a nefarious twinkle in his eye.He sneaks into my sanctuary, his intentions clearer than the moist drippings of my lust-drenched cunt. Alexa, play ‘Home Invasion Blues’ cause this motherfucker just found his next victim.But little does he know, I’m no ordinary damsel. I welcome his rugged advance, drawing him deeper into my sin-filled lair.His meaty fingers explore my tender flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I moan in approves, my Catherine wheels spinning out of control.Then, the ultimate revelation hits me like a freight train. His mighty sword stands at attention, ready to pierce my starving holes.

He pounds my pussy without mercy, each thunderous stroke sending shockwaves through my very soul. The stranger ravishes me like a stolen good, leaving me breathless.But the true cherry on this twisted cake? He doesn’t stop. No sir ee bob. He goes full cave eagerly, giving me the kaleidoscope experience.

 

Bloody fucking get’s wild.

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex. I look like the typical hot slut when you see me, perfect ass and tit’s, but I have urges for one thing and that’s the smell, touch and feeling of blood. Men are my prey, they’e easy to trap once found. My tight bald pussy attracts only the best tasting flesh. Even better after I’ve fucked the living shit out of them leaving my tasting juices all over their bodies.

I never have to convince a victim to take off his clothes. I like it raw, rough and nasty.  My vulva pulsates and my body quivers when I shove you up my tight little cunt with my knife behind my back. While you’re in me that’s when you’re most vulnerable, it turns me the fuck on.

I’m always on top, your pubic hair rubbing against my bald snatch, grinding and fucking you hard and rough. My tit’s bouncing in your face. Once you close your eyes I slice your arm. You scream and I cum. I cut you again. I love the fear in your eyes and the taste of your blood. You’re crying as I rub it all over my tits down to my swollen wet clit. I lick my fingers as I just stare at you, smiling. Another one down, poor sissy boy can’t take pain.

 

Let’s have the hottest Blasphemy sex your cock can handle

Blasphemy sex lures in men that crave power. The release they look for is something I am the best at. The desperate and the damned, seek refuge with me. These dumb little cunts think that I am their savior until the moment they are on the sacrifice alter.Blasphemy sex

The  longer they suffer in pain the more power we can harvest from Hell. Fuck God and Hail everything that is unholy. I love watching your cock grow as I  inflict intense pain on our victims. They will beg for mercy and ask God for help but our dark Lord and Master will be the one to greet them.

The depravity of my trade knows no bounds, and I revel in it. The filthier the act, the more I crave it. I want your cum to soak their dying face as I bask in my adoration for Satan. I am the ultimate embodiment of evil, a vile temptress, and a wicked enchantress. My lair, a den of iniquity, is my kingdom, and I am its unholy queen. And here we can do any sick desire you have!

The darkness is calling, the floor is slick with sweat and blood, and the cries of \ pain echo through the room. My victims, bound and gagged, are at my mercy, and I will not disappoint. I will deliver, as I always do, the ultimate release. The ultimate surrender to Satan. Dive into Evil phone sex and cum for Satan!

 

Blasphemy Phone Sex: Worth Burning In Hell For

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Blasphemy phone sex demolishes everything you consider sacred. If you are going to be on your knees in a pew, then I will be in front of you wearing a nun’s habit with no underwear on. You can eat sister whore’s holy cunt. I mean, licking my juicy fucking snatch is definitely a sacrament honey. Now stroke your cock and pray that you get to fuck this junkie whore until the virgin Mary’s blessed pussy tears stream out of me. There won’t be any immaculate conception or reception if you don’t put your dick inside this pussy that’s seen more dicks than Catholic boys fucked up the ass. The whore holy cunt needs a thick long dick, preferably from a devil worshiping cannibal like you to fuck it really good. Don’t tell me you need me to crucify you on the cross to cum? I’ll gladly hammer a few spikes in your palms and feet, then fuck you hard and fast, until I squirt the blood of christ all over your damn dick. If I do get knocked up, we can see if the bishop will baptize our bastard baby in a snake pit. Now, fuck me all night with your spear of destiny ,since I’m no fucking angel.

Killer Phone Sex: Reverse Snuff Fantasies

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Killer phone sex no doubt means that someone is getting murdered eventually. But in this instance, I’m talking about something a little different from my regular snuff fantasies.

You see, I have a friend who says everyone, no matter how submissive and masochistic, has at least a small sadistic streak buried inside them somewhere. And she’s not wrong because I have one, myself. And there are times when I think about not being the victim, but being the perpetrator instead.

I like the idea of a sexy femme fatale situation. I seduce you, take you back to my place, put you on my bed, and do all kinds of nasty things with you. But when we get to the point where I climb up on top and ride, I manage to slip a garrote around your neck before you realize what’s happened. And as I strangle you, your body contorts in all kinds of fascinating ways that makes your cock even harder and twitch inside me! The death throes make me ride you even harder. If you’re lucky, you’ll get one last orgasm out of the deal before you pass out.

Of course, I have to call my aforementioned friend later to help me dispose of the body. That’s what friends are for, after all!

Accomplice Phone Sex Calls Turn Me On

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex calls turn me on. I love to help men with their dark fantasies. But as a sexy switch, I still enjoy some BDSM fun and rough sex. Sometimes, I meet a man like Trevor, who wants my help with some young brat and wants to fuck me roughly also. For me, the type of guy you are determines if you can be my accomplice only, or if you get to have some hardcore fun with me too. Men need a big dick for me to submit to them. And a nice wallet and good looks too.

Trevor seemed to be the entire package. Handsome. A great job that pays extremely well. And a 11-inch cock. A white guy with a huge cock. That’s a rarity even in the snuff porn world. We met on the dark net. A simple chat room discussion, had him on a plane flying to my state in no time. He wanted to meet the evil mistress who promised him a tight young pussy for a fee. He came with bags of cash, so I had no doubt he was the real deal. Not a poser.

As a Sexy Switch, Your Cock Size, Wallet Size and Looks Determine if You Can Dominate Me or Not

But before we got to kidnapping some teen whore for his wicked fantasies, he wanted to fuck me. Been a while since I let a man dominate me like that. But I will admit, I missed it. He tied my arms behind my back and put me in the downward dog position so he could fuck me from behind. He told me I had a perfect ass. And he wanted to destroy it.

My threshold for pain has dropped in the years I have been more of an accomplice than a slave. So, when he treated me like an ass rape porn star, I screamed in pain after one thrust. I felt disappointed in myself. I used to take violent abuse daily and maintain a smile to beg for more. Now, here I was getting violated anally and bitching about it hurting.

We got in a grove though. And after we both came, we got on the dark net to bid on a trafficked girl to destroy. We pick her up tomorrow.  And I cannot wait to be the one inflicting pain instead of receiving it again.

Kidnapping Phone Sex Is Wicked Fun

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Kidnapping phone sex always gets me hot. What could be better than having some motherfucker wrapped up in a burlap sack, mouth duct taped and bound? I don’t even bother to take the tape off their hands and ankles because The Pimp of Pain likes it that way. If I’m what he considers too lenient or nice, it’s my ass, if you know what I mean. So, I remove the sack and let them squirm like fish on a hook. That’s when he comes in with his big fucking thirteen inch dick ready to fuck the shit out of them. I get the cattle prod because that’s what I’m there for. A zap on the fuckin’ cunt or balls always get them screaming. Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra nasty, I put it in a pussy or asshole and fuck them first while pop jerks off over their faces. He really loves to start pissing all over a wiggling body and tell them that nobody’s coming for them. All the pathetic losers can do then is cry. I enjoy the shit out of fileting an ass and ramming the prod deep up into their guts and smelling the burning flesh. Damn, maybe next time pop will let me use the spiked strap-on ’cause this has me all wet.

Taboo Phone Sex on Black Friday Gaped My Asshole and Cunt

taboo phone sexBlack Friday for me turned into a taboo phone sex nightmare. Although I told my family I was going Black Friday shopping, I really went to score some coke. My regular black dealer appeared to be enjoying a party when I arrived. And his big black burly friends looked at me like a piece of candy. Marcus seemed to be in a mood to make me earn the coke I wanted. Over the holidays, I just need more than usual. So, just fucking him would not suffice as trade.

He wanted me to service all his friends in a mass gangbang. I counted like 30 big burly black men who no doubt had matching big burly black cocks. Black men go rough on a white woman. And I do not enjoy being savagely fucked. But I needed coke. A desperate woman with no way to buy coke cannot choose who to fuck when she needs a fix. So, I was at Marcus’s mercy. If he wanted a gangbang rape porn star, he would get one.

Nothing Stretches My Holes Out More Than Big Black Cocks

So, I snorted some lines of coke off his big black cock and prepared myself for my largest gang bang yet. Some of the cocks that ravaged my pussy and ass felt like forearms penetrating me. My dealer’s posse did a number on me. Three cocks in me at once most of the time. But sometimes they double penetrated a hole stretching it out more than either son did when I birthed them.

My holes looked like caverns when they finished. But they did not finish quickly. Black men have better stamina. So, they fucked me for hours. Pulled my hair, slapped me and choked me too. All I could do was take it because if I did not, I would get no coke. And I needed coke. My ass took the brunt of those big black cocks. Two white dicks in my ass no problem. But two big blacks cocks in my ass gave me a glimpse into the world of an ass rape porn star. If I thought my son prolapsed my asshole, I had not seen anything yet.

After they finished cumming inside me, Marcus gave me my coke and sent me on my way. I am home now, partying as I sit on a bag of frozen peas.

Fantasy Phone Sex With A Hot Dom

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Fantasy phone sex is great because it means I get to play out fantasies I might never get to do in real life. Sometimes, it’s a fantasy where my Dom is a giant, 30 feet tall, who wants to use me as a real-life masturbation toy. Other times, it can be rape fantasties. Still others, it’s snuff fantasies.

Right now, what I’m in the mood for is a good snuff fantasy with a hot Dom. I want it to be slow and intimate and full of betrayal. I want him to make me think that he would never truly hurt me…and then he does. The story slowly unfolds in such a way that he first sexually tortures me, as usual, and then it starts to go down an even darker path, full of strangulation, exsanguination, and possible descration of my limp, lifeless body.

That’s the best thing about fantasy, in my opinion. Even if you’d never do it in real life, you can always explore the deeper, darker sides of your psyche with fantasy. I have lots of deep, dark sides, and they all scream out for your hands around my throat, slowly choking the life from me as the light in my eyes dies.