I am used to being the gangbang rape porn star. For decades men violated me for their pleasure. Many times, it was filmed. There are plenty of illegal films of me out there. My father made the first ones, and he would sell them to men to pay for his coke habit. I ran away and did a few homemade films for guys. They paid me for my time. I was a Lolita porn star. When I was legal age, I did a lot of hardcore BDSM porn. I mean my holes were already seasoned by the time I could vote. Now, I have earned my freedom and I am more the accomplice these days than the teen rape porn star. But I met a man who makes money with brat porn. Like hardcore brat porn. He recognized me all grown up. Hard to believe because I am now a platinum blonde with fake tits, but he was a fanboy of the films my father made of me. I was afraid he might know my father, but he did not. He was just some random connoisseur who bought an illegal tape from a guy in an ally in the late 90s. I met him at a fetish club. We got to talking and he decided he wanted to hire me to help him with his brat porn collection. He had an assistant that got arrested and deported. She never ratted him out though. She was loyal. His little underground enterprise is safe, but he needs a new talent recruiter. The pay is out of this world. Plus, he is a fan boy. I agreed to be his new accomplice. Last night, I brought him his first brat. You really need a woman to be your partner for such endeavors. Women can lure girls away to their demise much easier than men. I brought him a girl who could have been me as a schoolgirl. He was very happy with my selection. She screamed for her mommy the entire time, and she bled like a pig. It ended up a snuff porn because she was a fighter. I was tipped for disposing of her little battered body. I think I have just embarked on a wonderfully profitable business partnership.
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Gangbang Rape Porn Star No More, Accomplice Now
Rape phone sex fantasies are taboos in the making
Among my Rape phone sex fantasies I’ve always had one that stands above all else, but I could never find a boyfriend cray enough to try it with me. I lay back, slip my hand in my panties, and think about a gang of men breaking into my house in the middle of the night. They all wear black masks and all the only thing I can see is the lust in their eyes, hungry like wolves and ready to molest me. They snatch my boy and force him into my room where I’m already awake and stripped naked. They put him in a chair in the middle of the room and tie him up for Bondage phone sex with his young dick in his fist and forced him to look while they use me for their own sick pleasures.I’m terrified the whole time but that doesn’t stop my slick little cunny from getting wet and begging me to get fucked. My son was really jacking his cock as he watched them treat me like a fucking cheap slut. I could feel the frozen metal kiss of a pistol against my temple, keeping me from struggling against them. Suddenly a throbbing cock gets shoved in my cunt, another forced into my asshole, and a third choking me down my throat all while my boy gets himself closer and closer to cumming, becoming conditioned to seeing Mommy get fucking used like the slut she is, played with and treated like a whore meant to be broken for their fun and flavor. I can’t imagine how much that’d fuck with our relationship, but it makes it so much hotter. Oh fuck I think I’m gonna cum just thinking about it! My fingers are slipping into my cunt and drilling me a moment of raw bliss just thinking about his face as he cums watching me get abused and hurt for Bloody phone sex.
Murder phone sex Fantasies are a gift
I frequently have Murder phone sex Fantasies. Maybe it’s because my life is so hard being the slave of these horrible men, but the sweet release of a bloody, grim, horrifying demise seems alluring instead of scary. I dream of it often, laying there while my abused cunt is sore and bleeding from the recent reaming or torture session, hoping that somehow the bleeding doesn’t stop and I simply cease to exist. I want to die, I want to be killed, I want tomorrow to never come and I always get my hopes up whenever I feel a new pain or something breaks inside while they fuck my black ass rough and hard and raw. It’s fun for them, subjecting me to Mutilation phone sex, turning their domestic late-night ‘snack’ of a whore into something worse just because I didn’t have the power to fight back or the will to run away. The windows are open, the door is right there, but I can’t move. I never can, and anytime I think of it one of them comes around the corner with some new guy and they pull me back down to hell one nasty fuck, one horrifying cut, one bloody scream at a time. I know they eventually plan to let me die, when I’ve become too used, too worthless, too abused and lifeless. I just hope it’s soon, that maybe they underestimate what I have left and end it too soon. I want to still be here to choke on my blood, I still want to remember my bastard crack whore husband when I breathe my last breath and collapse onto the floor in a puddle of was and potential. I need to go out quickly, to be used for Snuff porn, and somehow I get my hopes up every single time someone calls, hoping that it’s going to be the guy that pays enough for them to do just that…
Snuff Sex Porn All Hallows Sleaze
It’s all Hallows Eve Snuff sex porn filming full of sadistic sleaze. Filming took place in the dwellings of a crack house. Walls covered in plastic sheeting and lot’s of chains. The filthy mattress was crusted with dried blood and cum stains. The room smelled of piss.
I walked in looking like a bimbo prostitute as per the requirements for the filming. These films don’t offer costumes and a place to ready yourself. Walk in off the street ready to go and make it real. Well, I guess this was as real as it gets. Crack heads and the pimp or dealer was at the door. Looking me up and down he told me I needed to blow him in order to get inside.
I figured it was part of it all and like a good whore I started sucking his big nigger thug dick. I sucked and he got forceful and mean with me. He started slapping me and pushing in my throat deeper. I was gagging and gasping. I wanted to get away. He laughed and said this is only a warm up bitch.
How do you expect the rest of this to play out? What ways would you fantasy rape and kill me? Would you knock me out and drag me into the plastic room. Throw me on the bed and cut off my sleazy dress and tiny stripper panties? I bet you would fuck me with that knife then shoved your cock into sliced up pussy and make me really scream.
Gangbang Rape Porn Sacrifice on Halloween
Gangbang rape porn may not have been part of Halloween’s origins, but it seems to be a ritual for me. This guy kidnapped me from the mall parking lot. He told me he was a Druid and that he had to make a human sacrifice to cleanse his soul and gain favor with the gods. He was talking nonsense to me. I thought a Druid was some fictional thing in the Halloween movies. He was telling me about the origins of Halloween and the tradition of sacrifices while I was bound and gagged in the back seat of his car. It seemed like we drove forever. Honestly, I almost pissed myself in the back of his car it was taking so long to get wherever he was taking me. I had no idea what to expect. I was scared.
We ended up in some remote place in the woods. Some shack was glowing with a low watt orange light. He dragged me like a side of beef into the cabin where other men in robes were waiting for me. I was going to be the star of some Druid freak show gangbang rape porn. Men in scary masks and cloaks, started pawing at me and chanting some medieval song as they shoved their cocks violently in all my holes. I had cocks in my ass, my mouth and pussy. I was screaming, but they were chanting this creepy song that was not even in English. I thought Latin, but these monsters were likely singing in some ancient Druid language. I was in a living nightmare. These men were violently fucking me. I knew I would die once they were done fucking me. I tried to make them enjoy fucking me so they would not stop. Oil lamps were illuminating the cabin, but it was too dark still to see their faces well. Plus, they had strange white masks on their faces with symbols in black.
I was part of some ancient Halloween ritual. They saw me as nothing but a sacrifice. I was going to die because some wacko and his cult thought I was a good enough sacrifice to cleanse their souls. I started fighting more. I was not going to be their gangbang rape porn sacrifice without a fight. I started kicking and screaming. I managed to knock over an oil lamp which caught the shack on fire. These freaky Druids started screaming and frantically trying to put out the fire. In the chaos, I escaped through the woods, naked and cold. I was bound, but I freed myself. Fuck those Druid freaks and their human sacrifice mumbo jumbo. I was not dying. At least not this Halloween.
Snuff Porn is On Men’s Minds The Entire Month
Snuff porn is on guys’ minds this month. October is full of horror films. Guys get inspiration. Guys like my stepson who hates me. He summed me to his place the other night. I was not fucked up. In fact, I looked like a typical soccer mom. I had been out with my boys shopping for their Halloween costumes when I got the text. I dropped my sons off at the house and hustled over to my stepson’s place. I knew it would not be pleasant for me. It never is, but since he is blackmailing me, when he summons me, I rush to his place. I walked into what looked like a horror movie set. He had snuff sex on his mind. He told me he needed some quick money. I have been his cash cow for years now. He has no job. He cannot keep one either. My husband will not give him money anymore either. My husband knows we are both bad with money. The difference between me and my stepson is that I can trade my fuck holes for my drugs. My stepson cannot, but he can trade mine. He pimped me out for a live stream. He had a few guys who paid him to fuck me. Then he had thousands of guys paying to watch the live stream of me getting fucked. He had it set up so that we would be reacting violent scenes in popular horror movies like the Saw and Halloween franchises. This was not good for me. I mean I could end up dead. One of these days my stepson will go too far. I tell myself that as much as he hates me, he needs me. I am his cash cow. Without me, he has no money for drugs. We made a bunch of mini gangbang rape porn videos that night. I got fucked hard. I got beat and fisted and even choked too. I did not like being brutalized. I never do. But I have many more years of being his punching bag because he is blackmailing me. I survived, but I know one day, I won’t.
Gangbang rape porn
At this party, this guy gives me a pill we start to have a good time. Then the room got dizzy and I got lightheaded I needed to sit down. Right be for I pass out I see like 10 guys surrounding me then the room went black. When I opened my eyes again I’m laying in the bed with my legs held high with a cock in my mouth and in my pussy. I look around still unable to move I try to scream out for help as the next guy walks up and stick his cock deep in my pussy. I pass back out just thinking of all the things they could be doing to me. When I wake aging I am naked outside in someone’s yard that I don’t know as clean as a whistle no evidence to be found. But I had the memories with no faces still in my mind just knowing that someone had a tape and was passing it around sharing their Gangbang rape porn.
Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy is Something I Know About
Rape phone sex fantasies for mommy are very common. Most boys have a mommy they feel cock teased them. I spend a good deal of time talking to men with rape fantasies for their mother. Sometimes, I meet men like that too. Over the weekend, I met a young boy who has those fantasies too. Only he did not have rape fantasies for his mother. He had them for his best friend’s mother, which is me. My sons were camping with their father, when Robbie showed up. I knew he knew my son was gone this weekend. I played it coy though as not to embarrass the boy. I thought he just had a crush on me. In hindsight, he wanted me alone. He always seemed like such a nice boy. But his demeanor changed quickly. He grabbed a kitchen knife and told me to strip naked. He had stone cold killer phone sex eyes. I mean his eyes went black as night. He wanted to hurt me. They way he explained it, I owed him for years of cock teasing him. He found a bunch of hardcore photos of me. He found my phone sex sites too. He said if I could fuck my own sons, I could fuck him. His logic was not wrong, but I am more than twice his age, and he was trying to assault me. I could not let the little punk think that was okay. Well, he showed me. He pinned me on the floor and ripped my panties off. When I tried to fight him, he tied my wrists together with some rope he found in a kitchen drawer. He held me down and shoved his cock in my asshole like I was an ass rape porn star. I screamed and fought him, but he was too strong for me. He came in me, but he was not done. He fucked me for hours, until his balls were drained. I had no idea what a little shit my son’s best friend was.
Gangbang Rape Porn Streams Amuse My Evil Stepson
Gangbang rape porn is what men like to watch. At least that is what my evil stepson keeps telling me. He says men pay good money to see milfs like me shredded on a live stream. In his mind, I owe him. He thinks his father loves my sons more than him and that I was the homewrecker who broke up his marriage. What can I say? My husband fell in love with me at first site. I was getting gang banged on a pool table in a bar he was at with friends. They were out of town, but my husband watched the free show and fell in love. He did leave his wife for me, but my husband loves all his sons equally. My stepson just likes to think I fucked up his life, so I let him because I cannot argue with him. He is one of those guys you cannot argue with because he is always right. He was in one hell of a mood last night. Drunk, high and angry. That is a painful combination for this taboo phone sex bitch. He wanted to stream a gang bang. He has blackmailed me for years. My husband thinks I just do a little coke now and then. He does not know I am still a daily cokehead. My stepson knows and he has tons of video and photos of me doing nasty things while fucked up too. My husband would leave me, so I bow to my stepson’s whim every time. I regret it every time too. Last night he had a bunch of his friends over and they took turns fucking my ass and cunt until I was bleeding cum. They made me shit and piss the cum out of my holes and lick it up. All of it was captured on his little ass rape porn film. He has all my nasty doings on film, so I guess he can keep on blackmailing me forever.
Taboo Phone Sex Queen Cassandra is a Sexy Switch
I am a taboo phone sex queen. I say that because I mean it. I am always looking for creative ways to kill or creative ways to die. I am a sexy switch, after all. I was at this dive bar last night. I was minding my own business. I was just there to unwind. I had a few drinks, shot a few rounds of pool with guys in the bar too. I was smoking. Technically, we are not supposed to smoke in any bar in my state, but this bar owner is not a stickler for rules. I have fucked men on the pool table in his place and I have poured drinks in the guys’ mouths while naked on top of his bar like I was working in some XXX Coyote Ugly bar. Hell, I have filmed a gangbang rape porn on the pool table in this bar before. This one prick last night was complaining about me smoking. He was a little mommy’s boy who cries about everything. I had to stop smoking because this little prick was threatening to file a complaint. I did not want my friends’ bar to get fined or shut down, so I put out the cigarette like Sandy in Grease. I blew smoke in his face, then tossed the cigarette on the floor right in front of him and stepped on it. This was a prick who needed put in his place. I followed him home. I conned my way into his crappy little apartment. He thought I wanted to fuck him. No way he had a dick big enough to satisfy me. I had something more nefarious in mind. I convinced him to let me tie him to his bed. I castrated him. Castration phone sex is not my specialty, but this little loser needed to understand balls are for men. Not pansy ass snitches. Snitches get stitches. In this case though snitches get castrated. I left him bleeding in his bed. I did untie him and forced a ton of liquor down his throat. He will think twice now about meddling where he does not belong.