You probably look at me and Hope and wonder how the fuck we ever became friends. Me, the druggie punching bag, and Hope, the high-class mistress. We first met back in college as young schoolgirls trying to make it as models and actresses. We shared an apartment and a few boyfriends. Time took its toll. Hope met some producer and ran off with him. I met some human slimeball who introduced me to the joys of blowing up my veins with drugs and having my face smashed.
I saw an ad in the paper last week looking for hot models to do a photo shoot with Santa. I figured what the fuck. Show some titty and make a few bucks. I was led to a room with another girl and a Santa. I saw a cute brunette there with full sexy cock sucking lips. I was paired up with her for the shoot and we were ordered to make Santa Claus cum tonight. I took the lead and went down on Santa, plunging his cock down my throat, and rimming his asshole. That big bulbous Rudolph-red cockhead was throbbing hard. I guess it was too damn good because old St. Nick blew me a big creamy load. I turned to the girl, planning to pass her the snowball. Just as I stuck my tongue into her mouth, our eyes met and I spewed my load of jizz all over her tits instead. “Chelsea, OMG, what are you doing here.” she squealed. I smiled and began to lick my lost load off her large breasts. “Same as you. Still trying to be a star. Let’s give them a show.” I smiled pushing her back and kissed her inner thighs. It was like old times. I felt her soft hands on my tits as I reached for her shaved pussy. We brought each other to screaming orgasms, which made Santa hard again. He decided that we should go back to his place and do a little rehearsing. Hope and I had other plans.
It was a Christmas Eve I will never forget as we relived the old days. Santa fucked us in the ass and we munched on his cock and each other’s pussies. We even did some ass rape porn and took the strap-on to the Jolly elf. He was such a pussy that we threatened to cut his balls off. Hours later, we finally collapsed with empty sacks and sore cunts. We plan to meet up soon and make some brand new memories. Care to join us for a 2 girl Santa orgy with an evil twist? HO HO HO.
Category: Fantasy phone sex
2 girl phone sex with Chelsea and Hope
Strangulation Phone Sex
The house is illuminated in more Christmas lights then I have ever seen in my life! It is so festive that it is sickening. Looking at all the flashing lights, images of wrapping them around her pretty little neck and squeezing until her eyes bulge out and her face turns purple brings that familiar fluttering to my stomach and the tingle between my legs is growing as the pussy juice begins to flow. The thought has barely formed when the phone rings and to my delight my caller wants to share a strangulation phone sex call. It is just the fix I need or so I think. By the end of the call my blood is boiling and all I can think about is the neighbor and her pretty little neck. As I hang up the phone I get dressed and head out of the door, In my excitement I feel like I am gliding across the lawn. Getting in is easy and as I pass the festive Christmas tree I rip a strand of lights off of it. The tree comes crashing down with a thunderous roar and can hear her footsteps over head. The blood rushing in my ears matches her hurried steps. As she rounds the corner I take her down and wrap the lights around her neck, plugging one end into the wall I look down at her fear covered face shining bright and slowly tighten the cord while my cunt explodes and releases all it’s juices.
Frosty the Pervert
I felt the snowball slam into the back of my head. As I turned, another one slammed me in the face. I felt my lip bleeding and my cheekbone turning black. I ducked my head to avoid the next one but it hit it’s mark, knocking me off my feet. You were on me in an instant, wrapping my scarf tightly around my neck and pulling my knit cap over my eyes. I heard you gasping in the chilly air as you groped at your zipper. You yanked me upright by my scarf, choking me some more, as you shoved your cock at me. “Just suck it, bitch.” you growled, jabbing at my lips. I opened as you pushed into my throat, forcing your cock to the hilt.
Steam rose from your cock as you plowed my face. grunting. The stocking cap covering all but your eyes made me scared but I felt my pussy getting wet despite it. I was not ready for the massive eruption of sperm from your cock nor the punch to the side of my head. It was lights out.
I awoke several hours later with cum icicles hanging from my chin. The sperm you had blasted all over my face was frozen too, leaving me unable to close my mouth. As I pulled my broken body from its icy grave, I spotted a snowman coming out of the woods. He had a cock of ice and an evil grin. I screamed out loud as I fell, my consciousness fading to black.
Was it real or just a perverted fantasy coming to life? I would soon find out. Tomorrow, my dear…..
I am Nothing But a Victim…
Daddy told me it’s human rights day and I don’t know anything about that though. I know I have no rights in this world. I know I am nothing but a pathetic slut that needs to be used as I should. Abused, beaten, fucked raw. I know Daddy likes his little pet, me. I am not one for words a stupid slut like me is only good for beating and fucking as you very well know. I belong on my hands and knees ready to take cock in all my holes, all of Daddy’s friends are going to make me cry and beg for it tonight. I don’t really wish I had basic human rights, I like making Daddy happy and giving him complete control to make me his little victim is what makes me and Daddy most happy and of course most turned on. I would be nothing but a pain slut anyway, begging to be choked cut and hit, begging to feel the darkness. Begging to choke on cock till I passed out. I know that’s all I am, and that’s why I won’t be celebrating human rights day this year. What’s the point? I’m nothing but a teen skank that needs to be recycled over and over until I guess I am of no use anymore and snuffed out for good.
Dinner Party from Hell
This country is so different from Britain. My parents sent me over when I was very young to attend a great private school. I never made it to school. My host family picked me up from the airport. When they brought me home, they took me to a damp, cold, wet basement. I stayed there for a few years as they “trained” me to be their perfect fuck doll. They would tie me up and whip me until my skin wasn’t white anymore…it was covered in a layer of blood. Sometimes the dad would leave me to sleep in my own blood. Other times he would hose me down with scolding hot water. It made it feel like I was getting lashed all over again.
The first time I was taken upstairs was for my first dinner party. There were six guests, all were wearing black and had smiles on their faces once I appeared. I was completely naked as I was never allowed to wear clothes. The father threw me on the table like a piece of meat. Then he started lighting a candle and each of the guests started burning parts of my body. It was so painful. Father started handing out craving knifes and told everyone to crave their initials into the guestbook. Each guest started craving into me, line by line in my cold skin. I screamed in pain but all they did is laugh. I screamed blood curling screams until the last person was finished taking their turn torturing my young body. Father brought over a large bucket of something…I soon learned it was alcohol! It burned so bad! I couldn’t move from the pain. I tried so hard to stay awake and alert for the next part of the dinner party…but I passed out from severe pain. The last thing I thought was “what more could they do to hurt my innocent body.”
Gangbang Rape Porn is More Taboo as Incest Rape Porn
Gangbang rape porn is hot to watch, but when it is incest rape porn, I think that makes it even hotter to view. My oldest son and I were watching some hardcore violent rape fantasy porn, when we noticed a resemblance in with the women in the film. There was an older gal like me and a few teen girls, pretty sure her daughters. They were getting ass assaulted by daddy and what appeared to be brothers/sons. My son was getting so turned on. His cock was bulging through his pants. I unzipped his jeans like a good mommy and started sucking his cock. Before I realized it, my other sons had joined us. They had their dicks out ready to get nasty with mommy. They shoved their cocks in my exposed holes. I had boy dick in my mouth, ass and cunt. My younger sons felt the need to cram their fists in my ass and cunt too so it would hurt me. All three of my boys were really aggressive. I loved every moment of being abused by my boys. They slapped me, choked me, fisted me, pissed in my cunt, degraded me and force fucked my holes for hours. Can I be your mommy whore too?
Snuff phone sex with Ivy
There is something about those sweet young whores. I see them around and I finally picked a whore up. God she was so young and selling her tight young body. She was not sure about me, she should have gone with her gut. Once she got into my car she would never be seen again. That fifthly cunt has no one who cares about her! No one cared that she ran away and that she is selling her pussy for food and drugs. This fucking whore was going to die and she has no idea. This fucking whore was going to scream as I tortured her. She is going to beg and plead for help. No one will come looking for her. No one will miss her. She is now mine, mine to fuck with!
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies with a Blonde Whore
Rape phone sex fantasies are pretty common calls for me. I use to think most men had such fantasies, but in reality, most men have real experience force fucking bitches. Some complete strangers, but often someone they know. As a woman you can never guess the “type” of man into force fucking a bitch. A few weeks ago, I took a temporary job for some extra cash as a receptionist. Answer phones and look pretty. Pretty simple work. The guy I worked for looked pretty straight laced. Not the kind of man into the BDSM scene. Looks are deceiving. This older man in a designer suit with a Harvard MBA who looked liked he had only fucked to procreate, had a mean nasty side to him. I now understand that many rich boys think they own everyone, especially trailer park whores like me. I messed up a message and saw his nasty side.
He pulled me to the ground with his fingers hooked in my mouth like I was a fish he caught. He shoved me in front of his dick. He made me unzip his pants and blow him. He skull fucked me. Ravaged the back of my throat until I was choking so bad I puked. He shot a load of cum all over my face, smearing my makeup. I looked like a strung out whore. He slapped my face a few times, then grabbed my blonde hair and ordered me to pull up my skirt. He ripped off my panties and fisted my cunt. It was more savage than his cock. He had a huge hand with lots of fancy rings. He fucked my cunt with his fist as I tried not to cry or scream. When my cunt was swollen and red, he tied up my clit. Cut the circulation off. He was clearly into torture sex. My only mistake was not giving him a message promptly. I was informed if I removed my clit restraint on my own, I may very well be a dead receptionist. He reminded me that I was pond scum and replaceable.
I finished off the day feeling like my clit would fall off at any moment. It was one of the most uncomfortable days of my life, and I loved every miserable, painful moment.
Ass rape porn
Makayla’s first time with Ass rape porn. After all this time he turned me into a mean whore. He tortured me, fucked me, forced me to be his dirty fuck toy for so long. Now it is my turn to help him find his next victim. He dressed me up and took me out. I got what he wanted. A whore in tight pants with a camel toe. He likes to slice that camel toe off with his sharp knifes. She was a drug whore just like me. She didn’t have a place to go and get high so I brought her with me. We started getting fucked up, drinking and getting out shit cooked. Once I had her needle loaded I tied off her arm, found a thick vein and shot her up. I knew it hit her fast, she started to pass out just the way I wanted her to. I loved the way she was screaming when she woke up with my arm half way into her asshole fucking her hard!
Tis the Season for Snuff Porn: What is Your Holiday Death Wish?
Tis the season for snuff porn and good deeds. The holidays bring out my charitable side. I see the need for blood increases over the holidays, so every Christmas season, I make a sizable donation to my local blood bank. In fact, I am their number one contributor. I don’t actually give my blood because I am iron deficient, however, I always find a variety of folks willing to part with their blood to help someone in need. On Black Friday, I started my holiday blood drive. First to make a sizable donation for me was this twit Ariel who ,was how we say, a complete and total idiot. She was so stupid it was a wonder she remembered to breathe. Young pretty coed. Perky tits and ass. Every man’s cream dream. My antithesis. Everything going for her expect for brains. She answered an ad in the Backpages I had looking for pretty healthy coeds for a private blood drive. She was willing to show up at a stranger’s house who wanted to take her blood for $50. She clearly had a holiday death wish.
I walked her into the basement; she asked where the blood drive machine was, then she saw my rather large knife collection and a shit ton of empty gallon water jugs. Blonde bimbo paused for awhile. I could see the hamster spinning the wheel in her head. Her stupidity was mind numbing. I grabbed a knife and slit her throat. Grabbed a jug to capture the blood; I let her bleed out. I gave her a bunch of slices to the torso and extremities to sped up the bloodletting. Shoved some tree ornaments up her worthless snatch for shits and giggles. She contributed several gallons of blood for my blood drive, which I promptly put on ice so it would not go bad.
Since I am a charitable bitch, I didn’t want to let her lifeless cold body go to waste. I called up some male friends of mine with certain predilections and offered up her dead body. I felt like I did lots of good work that day. Obtained a sizable “to die for” donation of blood and spread a little holiday cheer with some necrophilia. How I love this time of year. What is your holiday death wish? I’m feeling very charitable still.


















