Category: Rape phone sex fantasies

Snuff Movies at Night, Soccer Games During the Day

snuff moviesSoccer mom during the day, the star of snuff movies at night. When you look at me, I do not think you would know what a nasty freak I am. My husband knows he married a woman with a past and a dark side. However, he thinks I traded whips and chains for motherhood. If he only knew half of the sick shit I do, he would leave me. I live in fear of that, but that feeling of fear is never strong enough to make me say no snuff films.

My latest flick I regretted ten minutes into it. But at that point, it is way too late to turn back. I needed the money. You see, I am a coke whore. I owed Owen $500. Although that is not much money considering inflation and shit, to a drug dealer, that could cost me a limb or my life if I did not repay it by the end of the week. I had the money, but then blew it getting coke from another dealer.

Furry Gang Bang Whore

My life is one big fuck up after another. I had to make this snuff porn to keep my limbs. But this was no ordinary snuff flick. Not that snuff is ordinary porn, but some of them are less violent than others. However, in this film, furry creatures gang banged me. No two-legged men fucked me. I did not sign up for that. In the ad I answered, I saw no mention of 4-legged beasts being my costars.

Honestly, I had no choice. A drug dealer could dismember or murder me. Or I could do a furry gang bang. One red rocket after another penetrated me. Sometimes, two at a time. Like what the fuck is wrong with me. Oh, I know. Everything. I am a nasty freak. And, I have a coke problem. I let those furry beasts hump away. They slobbered all over my neck and back as they fucked me doggystyle. I focused on the money and got through it. I am sure it will not be the last time either. After all, I am a taboo phone sex freak.

Gunman Turns Boyfriend and I Into Cock Sluts

Teen rape pornMy boyfriend and I went to the woods so we could have a nice camping trip. Once in the woods, we saw a man who looked like he was struggling putting things into his RV. We went over to help him, offering to pick up some boxes for him. He thanked us for our help and directed us to the inside of the RV. Once we were both inside, he completely changed. He was not as feeble as he made himself out to be. There, he pulled out a gun and told my boyfriend to suck his cock or he’d get shot. My boyfriend looked at me, humiliated knowing he was about to be that man’s bitch.

He got down on his knees and sucked that man’s big cock. He slurped that cock like a little cock slut. When the gunman was satisfied, he grabbed my boyfriend’s hair and threw him to the ground. After that, he told me to come to him, turn around and lift up my skirt. I did as he asked, so he slammed his cock in my asshole. It hurt so bad that I bled, and I screamed for him to stop, but it only made him harder. He came in my ass, and told my boyfriend to lick all the juices off of his cock.

Ass rape porn is what uncle was watching

Watching Ass rape porn is how I caught my uncle the first time he fucked my asshole. My uncle had his hand right on his cock moving up and down as the screen showed a young slut being suffocated while having her asshole pounded. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, and it made it easy for my uncle to grab me. He should’ve me down on the bed pulling my dress up and panties down.

Ass rape porn

The sting from him spanking my ass distracted me from the fact he was rubbing his cock right on me. Thinking about screaming came to my mind. But when I opened my mouth, my uncle just shoved my panties into my mouth. I felt my uncle spit on my booty hole and with one hard pushed he forced his cock deep in me. I couldn’t scream but I felt the pain shoot up my insides. Tears were streaming down my face, and he didn’t care he just went harder and harder.

After all that, he grabbed my neck and squeezed tight. His body stiffened up and I felt something shooting inside my ass.  Uncle didn’t stop squeezing and when I woke up, I was in my bed dripping semen and blood out my little young asshole. Now that I am older, I need loves of nasty taboo fun to cum hard.

Killer phone Sex Fantasies Need the Right Accomplice

killer phone sexKiller phone sex fantasies consume more men nowadays. I know because I hear their murderous fantasies daily. I even help role play some of those dark fantasies too. In my real life, I do not blurt out my killer experiences or fantasies to just anyone. A few men know my dark experiences, but that is only because they have even darker ones.

I have known Marcus since I was 18 years old. Almost 20 years of friendship means I am in his inner circle. He had a problem and he called me for help. He picked this young whore up on the streets. Paid her a few hundred bucks for rough sex. Marcus drank too much, and his demon side came out. He enjoys choking bitches. I know. He choked me once too hard, and he had to resuscitate me back to life.

I almost died. I owe him my life. Of course, I flew out the door to help him with his snuff sex problem. He killed the girl accidentally. Choked her too hard and could not revive her. Luckily for him, I am an expert accomplice. I know how to get rid of a body. Unlike me, Marcus is a normal man with a normal job and a normal family. He just enjoys his whiskey and that opens his dark side.

I Take You Down a Dark Rabbit Hole

Are you like that?  I enjoy men who party to unleash their inner demon. In fact, I encourage it. Yes, I am that nasty. Rabbit holes need the right accomplice for the journey down. I told Marcus I would protect him. And I did. I chopped up the dead whore into tiny pieces of meat. I know a man who pays premium prices for this kind of meat. This guy makes Hannibal Lector look like a Disney character. I once watched him eat girl tartate. If you do not know, that means I watched him eat a young girl while she was still alive.

He scares me, unlike Marcus. But his money spends well. I cut Marcus’s whore into little cutlets. However, I made a mess. Carving up beef is never neat and tidy. Marcus thanked me profusely. He thought I just carved her up to feed her to local wildlife. Nope.  I carved her up for a cannibalism phone sex lover. I helped two men with their dark needs with one little whore. That makes me a great accomplice.

 

Blasphemy Sex with a Sick Bitch

blasphemy sexDo you like blasphemy sex? I admit I am not religious. So, blasphemy calls are easy for me. I do not understand organized religion. Church goers seem like lemmings to me. They just play a big game of follow the leader and mimic the teachings of some self-righteous asshole. Because church goers follow blindly and most are hypocritical too, I have zero issues messing with them.

Recently, I joined a religious dating app. I just wanted to fuck with some loser lemming. Mark fell for my bait. I catfished him with some stolen Internet picture of a pious looking 20 something woman. Of course, I did not tell him I am a blasphemy phone sex bitch. He needed to believe that I was a church secretary. I knew from a few email exchanges that he held archaic views of women. He asked me how many brats I wanted in the second email. It took all the strength I could muster to refrain from telling him that I enjoy killing brats because they are all the Devil’s spawn.

Satan is More Fun

When he arrived at my place, he almost had a heartache. I would have been disappointed if he died that quickly because I planned on torturing him. He saw me in a Devil’s outfit, complete with horns and a tail. He started praying, but I told him God was not welcome in my house and would not hear his pleas for help. I overpowered him quickly. Once I stripped him naked, he realized I was not a good girl at all. I told him I do the Devil’s work because it is more fun.

I shoved a cross up his ass. He screamed bloody murder too. Get this. The simp was a virgin. He never even dipped his wiener into a warm pussy. He was not enjoying the torture sex, but I was. I spewed some Satanic rituals while I fucked his ass with an object that he believed was sacred. He bled all over that cross too. Of course, I made him spit shine it clean once it was doused in his own shit and blood.

I wanted to kill him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I mean does this world need any more men who want to keep women barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. No. But I let him live. Why? Because I want him afraid of every dating a woman again. I wanted to ruin him for life. Although after what I did to his asshole, I bet he is home praying for forgiveness and sitting on an ice pack.

Murder makes my Cunt Wet!

Want to hear the strangest thing ever? When I was young I would masturbate to Freddy movies. Something about the fear of Killer phone sex really turned me on. That is a secret that I have not told anyone before. 

The idea of being chased around by a man with lion claws trying to kill me makes me fucking moist. Just thinking about it now has my crotch sopping wet. I want to be cornered by a killer. Pressed into the wall knowing that my life is not my own. Feel the thrill and fear course through my body. Pushing my blood to my sweet little wet hole. I do not think I could help myselfI would have to rub on my fucking clit. Maybe even start finger fucking myself. I wonder what he would do then. Would he fuck me or just kill me and get it over with. 

 

Snuff Sex I Do High or Sober, but it is Easier High on Something

snuff sexSnuff sex occurs when I am high or sober, so why not just always be high? Life is better fucked up. That is sort of my motto. I can snort more lines of cocaine than an Italian gangster in the 70s. But when it comes to drinking, I am a lightweight. I met this snuff director doing a forced intoxication movie. And I somehow thought I would be perfect for the role. Apparently, that was desperation talking. Surprise, I needed coke money.

The director asked me how much I could drink and since I was already high, I told him I had yet to find my limit. Like I said, cocaine? Never a problem but slamming back glasses of bourbon was well out of my comfort zone. I did my best to fake my way through it for the cash. Being a lightweight with alcohol quickly became apparent. I puked everywhere. Picture Linda Blair in the Exorcist after she ate pea soup. That was me without the head spinning around.

The director was not happy I puked. He scolded me. I acted like I thought I was sick from something I ate earlier in the day. I did not want him to think I was not seasoned enough for this kind of snuff porn. However, I failed to fake my way through the movie. The director knew I lied after I puked two more times. Since I ruined his movie, he made a different kind of flick than he intended. I stared in a violent gang bang, not a drunk sex porn.

I did not make the typical drunk girl asking for it sort of movie. This flick resembled a snuff kind of  gang bang. Where in the world 50 men came from suddenly, I will never know. But in the blink of an eye, a bunch of rough looking bikers packed the room to fuck this inebriated whore.  Another movie scene flashed in my head. The one where Jodie Foster makes a gangbang rape porn on the pinball machine in the back of some seedy bar.

I am glad I was shitfaced. Otherwise, I would have felt every cock gaping and shredding my pussy and ass. Lesson learned the hard way. Never lie about being a seasoned drinker. I am just lucky I did not drown in my own puke or die from alcohol poisoning.

Snuff movies made with bald pussy are the best

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Snuff Movies made about Young bald pussy taken from the playground. We will never return to her innocence or family. Such a sweet little blonde with freckles and a mole on her face.  All I have to do is sneak up on her and inject her with dope. Not just look at the sleepy little bitch! Surprise my dirty snuff daddy your big fat cock has a little fuck tot en route!

I drive fast over the bumpy roads to get to him! I hear her wake up but she is bound and gagged. A feisty little pre-wore who is going to be turned out and killed. I know that just a few more miles to our secret wooded area Daddy is waiting and he is horny as hell.

I know because he keeps texting me and saying he has a crack rock for me! I know how thankful he is That I am making taboo daddy perversion happen. 

snuff movies made about Young bald pussy 

We get almost evil in our conversations and disposal of a fuck doll or two! We go far out because he wants to hear screaming!

And oh how they beg for mercy as he forces his cock in her baby girl shitter. He knows we sin and that we are the vilest of the vile. These snuff movies are going to be big sellers! But that only has my bald pussy wanting more vile snuff sex. 

She is dead but yet he still is fucking her face down in the leaves. I roll over giving her angel time in my wet little pussy. I even piss all over on her. When he is done I give him a show and I lick his cum out of her dead ass hole! I adore men who love having sex with dead bodies of brats! 

Evil phone sex whore Stephanie

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Do you have what it takes to make this dark and evil phone sex seductress purr with pleasure and cum for you? Every time I try to meet a guy from a dating app or hookup site, they fail miserably at pleasing me. I guess Daddy really did spoil me to his dick as well as his cruel and unusual punishments. I went out with a sweet guy last night but, sweet guys aren’t my thing. I like evil, fucked up men who only view me as a sex object and a pain dolly. I ended up so frustrated once I realized that this handsome guy in front of me was just another nice guy that would never dream of tying me up, torturing me and beating me within an inch of my life. I knew that getting him to abuse me was not going to be an option. Instead, I took him back to my place for what he thought was going to be a quick fuck. Little did he realize, he was walking right into a trap with no way out. Since I knew there was no way he was going to abuse me, I decided to take my frustrations out on him. I tied him up and teased him, letting him think that I was about to ride his hard dick. I don’t think he knew what was coming when I picked up my whip and started cracking it towards him. He screamed and cussed at me as huge gashes ripped across his skin and blood started to trickle out. I pressed my electric prod into his ballsack and zapped him every time he started struggling against his restraints. I shoved a pen in his peehole with one hand and rubbed my whore cunt to the sounds of his screams with the other. After taking pliers and pulling out as many of his teeth as I could, I sat on his face and made him tongue my slut cunt. I held my razor knife to his cock and threatened to slice it off if he didn’t make me cum. Of course even after he made me cum, I still sliced it off and shoved it down his throat. I would love to tell you every detail of the torture I put that man through but I’m getting too wet to keep typing. Call me so we can talk more about my latest victim…

Evil Phone Sex: Forced blasphemy turned even darker!

Evil phone sex

I was always a pretty religious girl until something dark happened that I’d love to share with evil phone sex. It kinda takes a special person to get off on something such as this. You see, I was walking home from school one day when I was fairly young, you can imagine because I’m not super old right now. This man dressed up and told me that he was going to our Wednesday night church group and asked if I wanted a ride.

It was raining that night so I figured it would be okay…

Little did I know, that night was going to change my world for the rest of my life. It struck me as odd when he started driving in a different direction from my church. He told me it was okay though, that he just had to pick someone else up. I was trembling with fear but I didn’t want to tell him just how scared I was.

That’s when it happened, we pulled up in front of this dark building out in the middle of nowhere. I reached for the door only to find it had been locked, when my whole world went dark.

Waking up, I found myself tied to a dirty mattress in a dimly lit basement. The room was dark and damp and I could hear him chuckling in the corner. Clearly very proud of himself. He was talking in hushed tones I could hardly even hear. I noticed bibles and crosses decorating a table across the room from me. And heavy brass padlocks securing the door so it couldn’t be opened without multiple keys.

Just then, he tossed a crucifix toward me, landing in front of me on the floor it was all I could focus on. “Use it!” I heard his voice boom as panic started to set in even more. I began praying outloud thinking that’s what he wanted, but boy was I wrong.

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