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Gangbang Rape Porn Star for Coke on Black Friday

gangbang rape pornI am a gangbang rape porn star. Even on the holidays, the wicked get no rest. I did double duty on Thursday. The housewife and mother in me cooked a big spread for my family. But later in the night, I excused myself to do some early shopping. Since it was Black Friday, no one questioned me or asked when I would be home. I did not know when I would be home. I went on a quest to score some coke.

Although I knew better than to go to this one truck stop, I was desperate. All my regular haunts looked closed for the holiday. So, I was not scoring coke off any regulars in a closed bar. This truck stop is close to the trailer park in town. Seedy men hang out there. So do lot lizards. I put on some hot shorts and a tank top to blend in. They mistook me for a hooker, of course. Instead of fucking for cash, I fucked for coke. Before long I had enough to get though the week.

A Taboo Mommy Whore Does Anything for Coke

But I am a greedy coke taboo phone sex whore. I should have called it a night when I had what I needed. However, my greed for coke, almost got me killed. Almost. But I am still kicking. The last cab I knocked on gave me coke and a lot more I did not bargain for. This black trucker appeared to be partying with a few other black truckers. He looked at me like a tall glass of water in the desert. I should have ran. But I am a glutton for punishment.

I got in the back of the cab and that trucker, and his friends explored their violent rape phone sex fantasies for me. Two cocks went in my ass at once gaping it so wide I will not shit right for months. They laughed at my gaped asshole. Instead of helping me, they pissed and spit into my ass. They fucked me for hours. I stumbled home smelling like an outhouse around 6 am in the morning. Luckily everyone was asleep. Just a typical day for a druggy whore.

Torture Sex Live Stream with My Favorite Son

torture sexIt is always torture sex with my son. Sometimes, I think he is addicted to beating me as I am addicted to his coke. But he loves me. Why else would he keep me so high? We live in a transactional world. If my boy gives me a huge bowl of coke, I know I need to help him with a live stream. The holidays are approaching, and everyone needs money. Except for me. I just need coke.

My boy let me get high first before he turned on the camera. I do not mind being his punching bag. He loves to see me purple and blue. His favorite colors. I heard the chimes before he even through his first punch. I think my boy knows what the fans want. They love seeing a snuff porn star beaten black, and blue.

As my face came up from the bowl of cocaine, my boy punched me. Not in the face though. He would never damage my sniffer. But the rest of my body is fair game. The more he punched me the more chimes I heard. He even bounced my head against the wall. Although I did not feel much because of the coke, I heard the ringing in my ears. Perhaps it disoriented me a bit. But my dizziness could have been all the coke I snorted too.

I Enjoy Being My Son’s Punching Bag

The real torture involved my 4th hole. Until he fucked my urethra, I thought I only had three holes to fuck. Nope. My ass used to be his favorite hole. He has fucked my ass so many times, and so hard in the past, I can push out my prolapse on command. And although I did show off my prolapse for my son and his home viewers, my pee hole took the brunt of his anger. My 4th hole is my tightest hole.

Mommy is nothing more than a punching bag. But like I said, I never mind. My boy loves me. He gets me coke. If he needs to use me as his ass rape porn star, destroy my urethra and beat me, so be it. Being his punching bag does not mean he does not love me. Although I am still sore as fuck, my son gave me enough coke to survive a beating from Mike Tyson.

Gangbang Rape Porn is What This Whore is Made For – Geneva

Last night was like any other night. I became a Gangbang rape porn star. No, it was not planned, obviously. As always I just wanted to have a good time. This led to me wondering out to my local club to see some friends.

Upon entering and seeing that the night was some kind of hip hop thing going on, I figured things would be interesting. I sauntered over to the bar and got my usual red bull and vodka.

In no time I was hooted at and grabbed at. A blonde white girl with big fake tata’s and a round ass is all they saw. It’s true they thought of nothing other than pounding me out with their Big black cocks.

Honestly this thought of them thinking sexual pleasures from me turned me on. After all I am a whore. So should I be surprised that I was taken advantage of at an after party? Fuck no. This is always the outcome.

After leaving the club with a couple of black guys I started to feel concerned. It was a twenty minute drive to the place of the party. The guys were all over me and feeding me line after line of cocaine. There is a point where the edge gets pushed and adrenaline and borderline paranoia starts.

So this is how I was going to end my fun. Dead on air Gangbang Rape Porn Snuff.

Once we pulled into the driveway and I saw that there were at least 10 other guys there it seemed all good. But suddenly I felt things weren’t quite right. I did not see any other females. Brushing off any concern, like a bimbo I got more excited.

Finally I reallized all these bbc’s were all mine. I knew they had plans. We were a little tucked outside of town and away. So I just consumed more drugs and started suck the bbc’s. Then bam! I was knocked out and they started getting rough with me. Bright lights and camera”s were all I saw.

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Taboo Phone Sex Needs a Creative Man Like You and a Whore Like Me

taboo phone sexI enjoy taboo phone sex. As a dirty mommy, I do taboo things daily. So, when guys ask me if I am no taboos, I laugh. My life is taboo. I learned to love incest and coke from my mother. She would do lines of coke and fuck my brother when he was a teenager. When I got married and had boys of my own, I followed in my mother’s footsteps.

However, the difference between my mother and me is that I cannot control my coke usage. My mother only snorted coke a few times a week. I am more like a several times a day. I am rarely not high. Perhaps, that’s the reason I find myself in so much trouble. I like working on a snuff phone sex line though. My life experiences often mirror my caller’s fantasies. I would not thrive on a vanilla line.

I Love a Creative Yet Brutal Snuff Fantasy

Even though I enjoy mommy rape fantasies, I like the more hardcore shit. Dismember me, beat me, even snuff me out on the phone. If you get off, I get off. My caller last night presented me with a Saw like torture fantasy. He thought I would say hell no. But I said hell yes. Creative men with sick fantasies might be my kryptonite. Seriously, I love a torture fantasy.

My caller kidnapped me while walking home from a drug deal. Of course, he took me to his place and did awful things to me. I mean he did the basic things to me also. He fucked me and beat me up. But then the fantasy got wild. He took my limbs off with a hacksaw. Slow torture sex gives me a wet pussy every time. And I can be a screamer. Big cock or big knife, I scream either way.

What a wonderful and brutal death this caller gave me. But now you must up your game. Think you can be as creative as he was for our snuff call?

Snuff phone sex slut Terry, destroys a sissy faggots asshole

Snuff phone sex Horror snuff extreme porn is the definition of me, Terry the snuff phone sex evil slut. I am a no-limit, no-taboo operator. Speaking of operators, I would like to surgically operate on your cock. I want to clamp your cock to a Prong collar just so I can hear your horror screams. It gets my young bald pussy sloppy wet! Believe it or not you stupid bitch I don’t stop the torture until my pussy is dripping pussy juice through my sadistic leather outfit, Muha good luck achieving that.

Liquid does not seep through leather so just picture the duration of the slow snuff torture you will endure under my supervision. Muhaha! The very next thing on my list for you would be to stretch your cock so much that I would be able to guide it right into your bloody butthole. Torture sex is what a disgusting hornball like you deserves! The reason why your butthole would be gushing blood in the first place is that at that point I would have shoved a sharp glass dildo so deep up your ass just for thinking I would willingly be into giving you a prostate milking.

Anyhow once we are finished doing that my next order of business would be to have you tied upside down and hung to be spun around in circles by my huge warehouse ceiling fan, while one of my snuff slaves is whip-lashing you with my medieval spiked metal whip of my choice.   You’re starting to get the memo, aren’t you? If you’re into medical fetish, Murder fantasies, or Mutilation phone sex then you are in the right place. Give me a call so I can make sure you experience a series of snuff sessions with your best evil torturer.

There will be no stop word!

Bloody Phone Sex Gets Messy with a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fun is what I offer. You can call me a gore whore because I like it messy. Very messy. And I do not care who my victim is either. I am an equal opportunity killer. Young girls, young boys or older women and men, all bleed alike. Well, almost alike. Young blood is brighter red. And it tastes sweeter. Although I am no vampire, the taste of blood does not upset me.

I can kill quickly. But why kill quickly when you can prolong the agony? That’s the best part of any kill for me. I get off on your pain and suffering. Or our victim’s pain and suffering. Although I am a loner by nature, I enjoy killing with the right partner too. However, not all the guys who hire me have the stomach for what I do. Perhaps, they can explore their rape phone sex fantasies easier than they can murder their victim.

I Like My Victims Eviscerated Because I am a Gore Whore

I make a great accomplice because I will not let your victim live to identify you. Marc thought he could kill this young girl he fucked. He met this young girl at the mall who claimed to be 18 and down to fuck him. I did not buy his story that he did not know she was not 18. She did not look anywhere close to 18 when I kidnapped her for him. But I did not care because he paid me to get rid of his problem.

He thought he could help kill her but the simp puked at the thought of gutting her like a pig. This little cock tease likely lies to guys about her age, gets them hooked on teenage pussy then attempts to extort money from them because she is jailbait. But guess what? Today, there is one less cock teasing teen in the world. I eviscerated her. Gutted her in front of Marc. He passed out at the sight of her entrails. Pussy.

Not all men have the stomach I do. Nor do all men enjoy the torture sex as much as me. But that is why I am the perfect accomplice. I can stomach anything. The bloodier the better with me.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm. Before you deny it you know you have come for the pain. You like the stories of pain. Taking a whip to the behind of some young thing. Drawing the blood. Smell it. Tell me you don’t like it.

            There is no way you can tell me that you don’t like the pain. Punishing someone. Put their head (pick one or both) in a vice grip and cranking it until you see them bulging. Gasping, crying out in pain. Look at how hard your cock is getting. Now fantasize about fucking on top of them as they writhe in agony. Me squirting on you. Not being able to control myself with the need. Driving me to commit another atrocity so that I may get even wetter.

            You being my dupe. My accomplice in all I plan and do. Tying the up. Cuffing, whipping, spanking, you know you are behind me in all I do. Now do as your told and cum all over that crying little bitch.Fantasy phone sex

Bloody Mess For a Pretty Girl

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Mutilation phone sex became so real for me. I never believed in superstitions and was always one to laugh when told to “not split the pole” or some dumb shit. So, when people mention bad luck, I was not worried that today would be the worst day of my life. Fortunately, Sir wanted to ensure that I was as miserable and uncomfortable as possible. It began with the normal spanking and nipple pinching but then things got scary. He hog tied me to a pole in his basement boiler room and unrolled an extensive torture kit. It yielded knives, scissors, a scalpel, and other crap to cut me open and mutilate me with. He began by tearing taking a firm grasp of my nipples and stretching them as far as they could go. Before I could scream, with the quick flick of the scalpel, he sliced my nipple clean off of my chest. I screamed in agony as he cut off the other one and blood trickled down my abdomen. I watched him toss each nipple into a bucket of ice to ensure an augmentation would be able to get them sewn back on. He stuck his finger in the open wounds and jammed the bloody fingers into my mouth. The gagging from the strong copper taste was nowhere near enough to deflect the pain from having a paring knife jammed into my groin. I thought I was going to faint from having to hold the screams in… “it’s okay Nigger, you can cry if you want”. Massive tears ran down my cheeks as I begged Sir to stop. He pushed the knife in deeper and twisted it a complete 360 degrees before cutting me down and saying, “take yourself to the hospital bitch… and clean up”. The whole cab ride I held the bucket of ice with my nipples in it close to my chest. I cried for I knew that I’d never forget how this Saturday night turned in to a bloody mess.

 

Torture sex Marley love making them suffer!

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Torture Sex is so fucking hot!  I’m here to tell you about how much I love the feeling of suffocating young girls. It makes me feel alive and full of energy and I’m so good at it. I make a lot of money through it too, which is nice. It’s something that I love and I’m really passionate about.

The power I feel when I’m doing this is incredible. I’m in control and the sensations I get from making them squirm is fantastic. It’s not about the pain though. I do it purely for the pleasure and the thrill I get from it.

I also really enjoy snuff sex. It’s something that really turns me on and I love to have the power taken away from me and to be at the mercy of another. To have someone make me their helpless victim and just do whatever they want to me is an amazing feeling that I will never forget. It’s sadistic, but it’s me.

I also make a lot of money doing this kind of stuff. Some people just want to watch and pay for the privilege, some like to be active participants, and some like to have me stabbed or choked. It’s all up to them and I get paid no matter what. It’s a compromise of sorts. I get to do what I love and I get paid for it.

So if you ever want to experience the pleasure of having me take away your breath, either with Suffocation or Snuff, I’m your girl. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it and it will be well worth the money!

 

Killer Phone Sex Calls Leave Me Feeling Like It Really Happened

killer phone sexKiller phone sex calls leave me dead or most times wishing I was dead. I am an anything goes woman.  And I do mean anything including extreme torture and snuff. Billy calls me at least once a month. And I thank the powers that be it is not weekly. I know it is fantasy when a guy calls me for snuff, but he loves detailed, slow torture sessions.

Last night, I lost my limbs. But he only took a little at a time. Billy and I go back to when I first started phone sex. I reminded him of his whore mother. And he hated his mother. If you guys try to call me and I am tied up for hours, it is like Billy taking his sweet time dismembering me.

It started with a toe. Then it was a finger. And back and forth until he cut off all my fingers and toes. Just my toes and fingers were enough torture sex for me. But Billy had only just begun to enjoy our time together. He enjoys the pain and torment. The longer he can prolong both, the harder his cock gets. I cry, plead and beg for him to stop, but that only turns him on more.

Some Men Love to Prolong the Pain and Torture

He took my ears and my tongue too which was a first. Why? To prove that I am both deaf and dumb. I cried on the phone. I got so fucked up on coke that it seemed like I could feel that kind of brutal pain. Once he removed my ears and my tongue, I could not prepare myself for the pain that came next. I am a seasoned pain slut, but he used a chainsaw on my legs and arms.

And he started hacking off small parts of the limbs first. He did not just take the limb off in one motion. Not his style. He enjoys prolonging the misery. And he did. I am sure in real like he makes real snuff porn. The man seems too sadistic and too knowledgeable about dismemberment for this all to be fantasy.