Why does porn have to be so boring!! It is all basically a happily ever after story where in the end everyone cums, and then gets to go home, it gets really boring and is no turn on to me at all. I like watching hos die, and bleed and cry, nothing is more of a turn on than watching the life drain from someone’s face. Apparently though, there is a lack of people out there that are not huge pussies that are too scared to record any GOOD porn, so obviously the saying holds true, if you want it done right, you have to do it yourself. Yes you read it right, I make my own snuff porn movies in which the stars include me, a friend or two, and at least one whore that we are going to snuff. I do not make short movies either, I make long movies for the enjoyment of everyone, and especially to me because I get to watch the whores die a long painful death. I recently made my favorite movie yet, and I cannot stop watching it. We brought a whore to the park for public humiliation and we stretched and tied her between two trees. Then we cut her clothes off with a razor blade, making sure to dig deep, leaving big gashes on her body so she would slowly bleed out. They then took turns whipping her with different objects, leaving welts and bruises on her, even her nipples were purple. I had never seen a whore cry so much it was going so well. They put rubber bands around her tits to cut off blood supply causing more pain as time went on. They had not even started fucking her and I was behind the camera getting wet as hell.
Category: Fantasy phone sex
You’ll love my snuff porn movies!
Gangbang Rape Porn Star Makes Real Rape Porn Videos
When you are an underground gangbang rape porn star, men think you are up for grabs literally. I only do rape porn videos for the money. It is all staged. I’m not really being harmed. Hell, most of the time it’s pretty hot because the men I work with are well hung. I was clubbing the other night when some frat boys recognized me from a few of my online movies. They wanted to buy me drinks, but I blew them off. College boys aren’t my thing. I like older men.
I started to not feel well when I was dirty dancing with some men more my type. The suit and tie guys usually know how to spoil a gal. I got dizzy, and one of the guys helped me to the bathroom like a gentleman. We were not alone, however. About 10 other guys were in the lady’s room with us. One guy mentioned he was a fan of my work. Another said I look like I really enjoy ass rape porn. “It pays the rent,” I mumbled. “How about a freebie, whore,” one yelled at me. As I tried to leave, several men restrained me, while the others bound and gagged me. My clothes were torn from my body.
I was thrown against a dingy bathroom stall and sodomized with beer bottles while they talked about how tight my ass was for a whore. I could feel blood trickling down my thighs. I was crying. One guy grabbed me by the throat and pushed my head in a piss and shit filled toilet while the rest took turns force fucking my battered ass. My cries, my pleas, went unanswered. They fucked me like a rag doll. “This is life imitating art, bitch,” the ringleader said with a smile.
When they were done abusing me, each one pissed on me like I was a human toilet. I was covered in cum and piss, even blood. The dirty bathroom floor looked like a crime scene. I started to crawl to the door when I felt a foot push me down and use me as a mop to clean up the excrement all over the floor. They weren’t done with me yet. Not by a long shot. I should have hung with the frat boys.
Let’s start with snuff phone sex
I will go ahead and be first to say that I think every bad ho should die, and you should know the difference between a good ho and a bad ho, I am an example of a good ho. Sure I may have sex with a lot of people, I mean a lot, but that is okay because being a good ho taught me how to please people in the best ways. Even if I am an evil slut all at the same time… I don’t count.Now with that explanation you should have caught on by now as to what a bad ho is, but just in case you did not, I will go ahead and break it down for you. Bad hos deserve to die because they are selfish ass bitches. They will fuck anyone that walks, which is what I would do, but the difference is how they would fuck you. The way I start off is with snuff phone sex, just to get you all ready, while a bad ho would just make you come please her and do absolutely nothing for you. Honestly it pisses me off to the level of killing a ho…again! It has started to become my daily chore. It is so obvious who the good and bad hos are; and if you are a bad ho just know that you have a target on your back and one day or another I will come and end your life. Of course though it is not that easy and painless for you, I will first teach you a lesson. My methods vary so you will never know what I am going to throw you into before I strangle the life out of you and watch it drain from your face. The lessons I teach to all of the bad hos is exactly what they are doing wrong. They are force fucked for the pleasure of others and then killed by my hand.
Bloody phone sex
My fur baby Crowley is such a good boy. He loves me so much and is so protective. Crowley and I have a very connected relationship. I would rather spend my life with him for forever than being with any worthless human. No human man or woman makes me cum like Crowley does. I started happening as an accident. I passed out with a sandwich in my lap and Crowley started eating it along with my pussy. It felt so fucking good to have his big wide tongue teasing my cunt through my panties. I took them off and sat there looking at him, waiting for him to do it again. He sniffed around and started lick me. He looked up at me and that is when I realized I started my period. I spread my pussy lips, laid back and let Crowley eat my bloody cunt. It was amazing. His face was covered in blood but he fucking loves my bloody pussy!
Taboo Phone Sex: This Girl is Poison
You remember that insipid song “That Girl is Poison,” by Bel Biv Devo? I hate hip hop, but that song is my anthem. I am poison. Literally. When there is a man that annoys the fuck out of me, who won’t take no for an answer, who won’t get a fucking clue that I am not interested in him, I put on my special lipstick and give him head to die for. Meet Charlie. He used to a live mother fucker. Now he a dead mother fucker. Why? Because he mistook me for some pathetic desperate needy bitch playing hard to get. Listen up ass hats. When I say move along loser, you better fucking move along.
Charlie hit on me at the grocery store. Like my “Goth I could kill you with my eyes look” wasn’t enough of a clue. He missed the big box of tampons and bottle of Midol I was holding. His biggest mistake was grabbing my arm as I tried to get into my car. Yes, the annoying fucker followed me to my car trying to get my phone number after hearing “fuck off you annoying loser” at least a dozen times. I got in my car, took a nice deep breath, and applied my special red lipstick. “You know, you are right. Of course I want to fuck you. I bet you have a huge cock and are being so persistent because you know the only cure for my cramps is a big fucking cock,” I said sarcastically. The sarcasm of course was lost on the loser.
All he heard was fuck and his dick was out of his pants. I laughed, but of course he had no clue I was laughing at his shrunken baby dick. I wrapped my lips around his sorry ass excuse for a penis, counted to 5, took my mouth off his loser dick and guzzled down some mouth wash as I watched the poison take effect in the parking lot of Krogers. The paralysis set in, which made it easy to push him into the back seat of my car, so I could toss him in a wooded area on my way home. I watched as his body transformed into some zombie plague looking creature. When his dick fell off, I started singing Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust.” I should be getting paid for riding the world of annoying tiny dick mother fuckers. I dare you to hit on me with that shrimp dick of yours. I’m a castration junkie and I’ve got 99 problems but small junk ain’t one.
Daddy is my prize
Daddy loves playing all kinds of games. And I always love being his number one player. Today though daddy took me to the park so that we could find a player number two to fuck. We found some random slut and daddy sat us on the bench. He first wanted us to know exactly who we were. He ripped our clothes off of us leaving a few marks here and there. He wrote slut one on my forehead and slut two on hers. He then would point out flaws in our little bodies. She other girl had small boobs, so I had to pull and twist her nipples until she cried. Daddy says that my ass was not as nice as slut 2’s she had to beat my ass with a switch until it bled and then lick the blood off of it. We went back and forth torturing each other while daddy played with his fat cock and told us how pathetic we were. He would slap us both in the face and put a burn mark on our ass anytime we were not fast enough and had not pleased him. Eventually slut two decided to complain about being thirsty, what a dumb bitch! This pissed daddy off of course. He stops and gives us both a drink which really surprised me… As I finished mine I realized that the other player was dead. Turned out that her drink had been poisoned. Since I won I got to live and Daddy was my prize. He now was only focused on me! He Punched me in my mouth and it filled with blood, he whipped my sides leaving huge welts everywhere. He bent me over the bench and fingered my little pussy while fucking my ass raw. I began to moan and he spanked me over and over. I was daddies little winner today.
Working Off A Debt
I got into a bit of trouble this past weekend.
I went to my local bar where I hang out and tried to get a shot. The bartender told me that I had run my tab up to high and would need to pay it down before he could serve me!
Damn! I didn’t have any money!
He told me that I could work it off and sent me back to the stock room.
I figured he wanted me to bring up some supplies but when I heard the door lock behind me, I knew I was in trouble!
I could hear him out side the door, telling all the men that it was $20 for ten minutes with the whore and to pay the bartender for the key!
I know I am the town slut but I ain’t no prostitute!
The door opened and the first guy came in and locked the door again.
He was a big man and I tried to struggle as he shoved me, face first against the wall.
He wanted nothing to do with foreplay! All he cared about was dumping his load!
He spit on his fat cock covering it with a combination of thick spit and chewing tobacco!
I could feel the strands of chew as he forced his filthy cock into my dry ass!
He pounded my tight little fuck hole for about four minutes before he dumped his chunky dick spit inside my sore rosebud!
I thought he was done but when I dropped to the floor, he yanked my head back by the hair and said he paid for ten minutes and plans to get his moneys worth!
Then he held me by the throat and held my nose as ordered me to clean his limp cock!
He didn’t want his wife to know he had just fucked a whore!
I choked on his dirty cock as I licked every ounce of his spit and chunky cum off of it!
He finally let go of my throat and dropped me to the floor as he zipped his smelly jeans and walked out, only to be replaced by another fat cock wanting ten minutes with the town whore!
That’s ok guys! Bring it on! I can take all the pounding punishment you can deal out! And when it’s over, someone better buy me a damn shot!
Accomplice phone sex
My favorite man in the world loves eating young sexy hot teen ass. I love eating it with him. We get together and go out looking for hookers to bring home. The whores we look for are the shy ones, the ones who are new to the street and who need to make fast money. These young whores come to the big city of sin looking to become a star. The only problem in Las Vegas you have to be willing to do anything to get the job. Most girls are virgins when they come to town and if they make it out they are diseased and drug addicts. That is why we look for the perfect young whore. We bring her home, we throw hundreds of dollars at her. We fuck her. Then we prep her. She gets scared but my man has such a calming voice. We talk to her and keep her calm as we prep her for our meal. While we watch her skin bake in the oven he bends me over and fucks me. Together we eat that young whore’s ass!
Gothic Phone Sex Bitch Loves Behead Execution Snuff Porn
Gothic phone sex means you are looking for darker fantasies. I’m not a vanilla phone sex whore. I don’t deliver GFE fantasies, unless your perfect girl is a knife wielding anti social sadistic bitch. You don’t watch the Notebook with me. I’m more into behead execution snuff porn. I want to see blood. I want to see stupid ass whores running around with their heads cut off. Sometimes though finding a real good snuff porn is hard to find. They all look so staged and the blood is fake looking. But if I’m your sidekick, I will suggest we just make our own movie. Just need a bitch you hate, or maybe some stray we find on the side of the road. I will bring my camera and my knife collection and we will have ourselves a party. Think of all the fun we can have torturing a stupid cunt first. Slicing off tits, labia lips, her clit, before we behead her and see if she still runs around! The sick shit we can do to a worthless whore is endless. I know I have a lots of bitches and a few bastards I’d love to see in homemade snuff movies.
Taboo Phone Sex with a Crossbow
I needed some extra cash, so I went against my nature and took a temp job in an office. I am not the kind of girl who plays well with others. I run with scissors aimed at people. I don’t fit the look, and I certainly don’t play the part of a secretary. Very hard for me to fake like I enjoy people. But, it was a week gig for some pretty good money, so I thought I could suck it up. Wrong. People’s voices got on my nerves. The constant stupid ass banter about Facebook and Twitter and whose marriage was in trouble and who was eating where. Who the fuck cares? People take a shit and they post in on their social media pages so people will know when they took a dump and how much it weighed. People need a life. The water cooler losers needed snuffed or tortured, especially the men.
The male office asshats were sexually harassing the Goth temp. That shit needed more than a seminar in respecting women to nip in the bud so to speak. I’m a take matters into my own hands kind of bitch anyway. I Macgyvered a little crossbow with pens, pencils, rubber bands and clips. Mixed a little drug compound that would make my targets loopy, practiced my aim from under a desk, then shot up some testicles like a hunter. I’m an evil genius. The pen would not stay lodged in their worthless nut sack. It would be like a small prick sensation (appropriate). They’d adjust the balls, go to the parking garage or the men’s bathroom where I would follow them with my big ass knife. Men with small pricks who harass women don’t deserve their balls. There are lots of reasons to castrate men, but the truth for me is that it is fucking fun as hell. Really gets me wet.
Suddenly this temp job was looking up. Any time I can castrate a man, I’m in heaven. I love removing junk. I’d lurk at my desk like Wednesday Addams, shooting the balls of the male employees with my make shift crossbow,
then stalk them to where they went next for some junk removal. When I remove the balls of a worthless piece of shit, it commands respect; it commands fear. They look me right in the eyes as I slice off their testicles, take a soldering pen to the spot to stop the bleeding and laugh. They cry, whimper, apologize, beg, but never rat me out. Too embarrassing to admit that the creepy ass temp chick took their balls because they fondled her inappropriately. I will take your junk too if you look at me funny. But they are on best behavior in the office afterwards because they know I will take their dick next. I have a collection of balls in a mason jar in my desk to remind me that no one messes with Venus, unless Venus wants to be messed.



















