Category: Roleplay phone sex

Snuff Sex is The Best Conjuring Dark Depths of Desire

It was another Snuff sex scene, that started brutal. 
Suddenly the door creaks open. A hand clamps around my throat from behind, fingers digging deep and choking off my air until stars explode behind my eyes. Yet he squeezes harder, then abruptly releases. Leaving me gasping, dizzy, and my cunt pulsing with fresh need.
Next he shoves me forward. I drop hard to my knees on the icy concrete. Where he approaches me and sizes up my torn whore body.
When he finally stops in front of me, he yanks my head back by the hair.
“Look at me,” he growls. I lift my gaze and meet cold, empty hunger staring back.
Without warning he slaps me viciously across the face, then again on the other side. Tears blur my vision as he tightens his grip until my scalp screams.
“Tell me you want me to hurt you.”
“I want you to hurt me,” I choke out, voice raw and trembling.
This makes him chuckle cruelly, then drives his knee into my gut. As the air blasts from my lungs, I collapse. Immediately he grabs my ankles and drags me across jagged concrete that shreds my skin raw.

Snuff Sex is Raw and Without Any Sympathy

Once he reaches the center, he rolls me onto my back, unbuckles his belt, and wraps it around his fist. Leather cracks across my tits. I scream.
Then he strikes over and over,  welts rising fast, breasts bouncing with every brutal lash while my nipples harden in agony. After he tosses the belt aside, he unzips, and pulls out his thickening cock. Then he straddles my chest, and rams it between my lips.
As he fucks my face mercilessly, his hands pinning my skull down. All while driving so deep I gag violently, tears streaming, spit bubbling down my chin. Finally he pulls back just enough for a ragged breath, then slams in again, choking me until panic floods my veins.
Abruptly he withdraws, flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, spits on my ass, and plunges in dry. The searing burn rips through me. I scream into the floor as he pounds without mercy, using my hair like reins to slam even harder, cock stretching my ass hole raw.
Suddenly he pulls out, flips me again, and draws a knife. Now the blade traces my thigh, slicing a thin red line.

 Fear and thrill collide in my clit, This is the making of Snuff Porn

“Are you ready to die, Geneva?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Use me. Kill me.”
Then he smiles cruelly, drags the knife across my throat—shallow, just enough to bleed and fake death. Consequently, warmth spills across my skin.
With conviction, my body convulses in a shattering orgasm, cunt clenching hard, squirting scorching jets across my thighs’.
Nevertheless he watches coldly, I shudder through it, he wipes the blade on my leg, and stands.
“You’re not dying today,” he says, zipping up. and continues : “There’s more fun left in your whore body”.
Next he hauls me up, drags me to a stained mattress, and dumps ice-cold bleach-water over me.
Violently shivering I am left confused. At this point he turns on the camera. The red light blinks to life.
“For posterity,” he says. “So everyone remembers what a worthless slut you are”.
Naturally he slams into my dripping cunt, and pounds me brutally. All while the lens captures every gasp, every tear, every drop of blood and cum.
Now I stare into the camera—broken, bleeding, alive in the filth—and feel completely whole.
Snuff sex

Accomplice Phone Sex Pays My Bills

accomplice phone sexI enjoy accomplice phone sex calls. But I think that might be because I just enjoy being the accomplice in my personal life too. I learned quickly in this seedy underworld of snuff that crime pays. And as the accomplice, the focus goes to someone else, not me.

I met Hank last night at a bar. We enjoyed some beers and discussed the possibility of working together. I felt I must work with Hank. Hank used to be an associate of my former master. The one I bought my freedom from one young girl at a time. Anytime my former master sends me a client, I feel obliged to take the job. Although I do get paid from his associates, it’s always in the back of my head that if I don’t take the job and do it right, I might end up dead.

And I know how to survive. I’m scrappy. Been on my own since my schoolgirl days. Hank and I talked over beer. He wants to make a series of teen rape porn movies. Not for him, but for one of his clients who needs to remain anonymous to me. Personally, I don’t care who wants the movies if I get paid. This will be a lucrative gig for me. Five different videos with girls of different ages and ethnicities. But all young.

Being a Professional Accomplice Earns Me a Great Living

I accepted the job because he offered me $50,000 per video I help him make. That’s $250,000. That can seriously help with my debt and my bills. This will be a challenging gig. I need to find five different girls. And all young and likely never without adult supervision. Luckily, I do not need to kidnap them all at once. One little whore at a time.

He came to the right girl. It’s much easier to lure young girls away as a woman. The stranger danger does not seem to be as present in young girls for women as it does for men. I think that’s because the media and family constantly sell the notion that it’s dirty old white men who like young girls. And although that is mostly true, behind every good P man is a woman like me. Hank paid me a deposit. And he told me he did not need to know the details if I delivered a girl a month to a warehouse downtown.

After our conversation and my generous advance, I went looking. Honestly, with the temps below freezing I did not think I’d find too many girls playing outside. Plus, it gets dark so early now that you rarely see anybody that young out by themselves after 6 PM. But I found some young girl riding her bicycle up and down the street. So, I accidentally on purpose clipped her back wheel driving past her to give me an excuse to take her home.

Young Girls Never Fear Mature Women

She snuck out of the house because she could not sleep and decided to ride her bike up and down the street. She looked the right age and fit the description of one of the girls Hank wanted me to procure for his client. So, I told this girl I’d take her back to my place to bandage up her knee and hammer out the dent I put in her fender on her back wheel. Putty in my hands.

Now she’s in a cage in my basement like an animal. I’m just waiting two days to bring her to the location and collect the rest of my first $250,000 fee. One girl fell into my hands, way too easily. So, I doubt the rest of the girls I acquire for these ass rape porn movies will go as smoothly.

But I am a seasoned accomplice. As a former slave, I watched, observed and learned how to survive in this world. And I also know how to remain undetected and under the radar. No doubt Hank will be impressed with my first girl. Too bad for her she will never see her family or friends again. But does the world really need any more brats.

Mommy dearest pimped my pussy to my evil brother

I come from a dark past hence why I love getting tortured by a master or even you. I have one hell of a brother that used my tight little canal as his punching bag. Used and abused every night while our parents slept, he crept into my room. Choking me, fucking me, whatever he needed to do to take out all that rage and anger he held inside.  I was his incestual livestock, a young whore he treated like an animals. I didn’t ever expect to see this asshole again but my master had different plans. His giraffe cock was the biggest cock I’d ever had, stretched my tight twat to what it is today!

Big bad mean brother comes back into town just to torture and torment me…

He still  carries his old brown leather belt the one he whipped me with when we were little ones. He tied me down, and guzzled my throat. His normal evil sick position he prefers to fuck me in. Still and will always be up to his old dirty tricks. His evil ways and the eyes he glares at me while he twists up my tight little twat. My mommy would watch back in the day. Making sure I was slaving away, even would help him tie me up. She was always as sick as the men she made me fuck.

Domination at it’s best, I grew to love being someone’s property

Mommy would guide him to slam my knees to my chin and spread me out as far as my little legs would go. Using every one of my fuck holes. Bleeding and creaming, I can’t even remember which family member popped my swollen cherry. Brother’s big dick was always ravaging and sharp. Tearing up my insides and then my family watching me bleed out. I began to love this type of sex which why I’m my master perfect pretty prize. My master loves tag teaming with my evil brother. Holding me down as an evil team, making me swallow cum, spit whatever they wanted. I crave humiliation, cum tell me how you’ll do me wrong…

Sex with Dead Bodies Layla Plays Dead for Her Twisted Crush

Sex with Dead Bodies

I held my breath, the cotton sheets cool against my skin, as the floorboards groaned under a weight that shouldn’t be there. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I forced my limbs to stay heavy, limbs turned to lead by the sheer thrill of his presence. The thought of Sex with Dead Bodies is a macabre chill that usually stays in the dark, but here, in the silence of my room, he wanted me to embody that haunting stillness.

He didn’t say a word as he reached the side of my bed. I knew he was here… the shadow I’ve felt following me for months, the one I’ve secretly craved from the safety of my window. He leaned over me, his breath smelling of winter air and something sharp, something dangerous. His fingers, calloused and cold, traced the line of my jaw, and I fought every instinct to shiver. I had to be his porcelain doll. I had to be vacant.

“Don’t move, Layla,” he whispered while fingering my wet pussy, with his voice a low, jagged rasp that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. “Just stay like that. Cold. Quiet. Mine.”

I felt his eyes roaming over my breast, heavy with a twisted sort of devotion that felt more romantic than any flowers or candy. This was raw. This was real. He wasn’t looking for a conversation; he wanted the aesthetic of my surrender.  I kept my eyes closed tight, my lashes fluttering just enough to show him I was struggling to obey, which only seemed to make his breathing go shallow and quick. 

He didn’t touch me roughly. Instead, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that made my stomach flip. It was a beautiful, fucked up contradiction… the man who broke in just to watch life fade from my expression. I felt his hand rest over my heart, waiting for the rhythm to slow, demanding that I sink deeper into the role of his silent, lifeless muse. 

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a magnetic tension that made me want to arch my back and scream his name, yet the pleasure of his gaze kept me pinned. I was addicted to the way he worshipped my stillness, the way he hovered over me like I was a treasure he’d stolen from a grave. I lay there, his perfect, obedient girl, drifting in the intoxicating space between fear and absolute ecstasy, hoping he’d never leave.

2 girl phone sex makes a hot threesome with Cass & James

I had a very different 2 girl phone sex experience recently. The romantic escapades with James and Cassandra spark a special fire within me. James is a very sensual man, and what better way to nourish that than a picnic?

2 girl phone sex

We were three horny peas in a pod on that beautiful sunny day!

Cass and I dressed in adorable sundresses, feeling like sugar-sweet sweethearts ready for a playful afternoon in the sun.

But beneath our innocent-looking attire, we were ready to act out our naughty intents. James was in for a succulent with our willing slits.

I’m not used to such generous lovers. Fresh strawberries, chilled wine, and an assortment of cheeses and crackers lay out before us like royalty.

Cass took a strawberry and dipped it in my pussy. James loved the taste so much that I couldn’t help finger myself, watching him eat it up.

His cock stands straight up, and Cass pushes my head down so that I can get a taste of his yummy salami. She also put her fingers deep inside my cooch as I was sucking him off. This picnic, we all cum a lot!

 

After I got his cock nice and wet, I moved down to his balls so Cass can lick up his meat stick. We both are so enamored with his cock and balls that we barely noticed he was going to shoot off. We both got to taste his first nut and feel it hit our faces.Roleplay phone sex

 

Damn, it is so hot to watch him fuck Cass. I am such a lucky girl, I put his dick in her sweet pussy. The close-up view, totally fucking juicy.

She squirts so much, and James’ cock grows harder. Each thrust is a magnificent show that got my pussy going!  That nut filled up her pussy, and I got to eat it out.

I, on all fours, eating out the fresh creampie, while he gave me a fucking of my dreams. Tender and sensual, but so hard and heavy.

The is definitely the sweet creampie of my dreams!

His cock definitely has a thick coating from both of us, and I got to suck it all off. I hope I have more of those passionate Fantasy phone sex picnics!Fantasy phone sex

 

 

 

I’m master’s evil side piece and ho

Kidnapping phone sex

Master has a sick fetish. In fact, his whole mind and and desires are sick and all filled with his dark past. From him kidnapping me long ago to what he has in store now. It’s time for little new whore to cum around for him to  torture like he did me. Fresh meat to violate and capture for future breeding he has in mind. What are lives were no longer exist. I’m owned by him and soon these little one’s will be too. I’m always forced to be his nasty accomplice. His dirty sick side kick while still in chains myself. I desire for his rape fantasy fuck brain cock to capture me again and again just watching him turn into the monster he is. 

I’m the nasty young accomplice committing crimes…

Waiting outside a school, watching our prey, innocent little ones playing unknowing what’s about to happen. Trapping them when the time is right, popping out like little monsters instilling the fear in them. You had me duct tape and tie them down. Their little hands and feet unable to move, all wrapped up for your sick cock. I love giggling and laughing and helping them relax. Whether it’s rubbing their feet, tickling or playing with her sweat pussy hair, I’m here to hold her down. Big bad master and his danger dick ripping their young sweet cheeks, smashing their barely legal cervix’s.

Master’s evil fantasies become their worst nightmare!

Accomplice phone sex

“Mommy mommy, I want my mommy” she yells as I slap her mouth shut. “Be quiet before he starts to rage”. Instilling the fear that was always inside me to her. Master doing his best and ripping and shredding. Busting their little asses up like cheese. Bloody fresh cherry popping cum drops leaking out of their tight little fresh feral virgin pussy’s. Taking all the anger rage and trauma out on them every time they cried out as the lashings got worse. Your a nasty dirty creeper.

You’re the worst of the worst. The kind that all mommy’s fear and that turns you the hell on, especially with such a submissive slutty slave like me. Your a nasty evil trap. A killer in his prime before the victims turn deadly. Kidnapping for fun, to get your fuck n. That prime pink pussy you crave becomes your sloppy wet surprise.

Sadistic Phone Sex Men Gravitate Towards Submissive Women

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex men love me. They see a red headed MILF, and they think of mommy or some other mature woman who cock teased them mercilessly. And they decide to exact their revenge on me. Last week, I spent the weekend and most of the week snowed in with my family. But I earned enough blow to keep up with my sons and their friends who came over to play video games for once.

I did not go to a bar and get shitfaced so some random man could abuse me. And I did not go to any of my extreme drug dealers to get coke in exchange for abusing my body either. But trouble still found me. It always does.

I decided to walk to the local convenient mart to get some junk food for my sons and their friends. Plus, I wanted out of the house to breathe in some fresh air. However, less than a block away from my home, two random men shoved me in the back of a van.

And I will admit, I felt scared. My life flashed before my eyes. I did not know these men. This was not like a snuff porn, where a director gave me money to buy cocaine in exchange for a couple hours of abusing my body. In those sorts of situations, I know I will live. Even if I wished a snuff director would kill me, I still come out alive. Random strangers kidnapping me off the street who the fuck knows what they would do to me.

Even a Block From Home, Trouble Finds Me

But I found out quickly that they just wanted to use my holes. Cabin fever, perhaps? And I think this happened out of chance. Two guys talking about the fact that they needed to nut inside some warm wet pussy and then they saw me walking on the street. They seized an opportunity. Their van gave me the creeps. Dirty mattress in the back with restraints suggested to me they’ve done this before. I think they drive around looking for young girls to fuck. Sort of catch and release. 

I pleaded with them to let me go because my family would become worried. And I told them they would call the cops if I did not come home or respond to texts. And I think they believed me once my phone kept blowing up. I told them they kidnapped a woman who lives on this block, and my family would come looking for me. Perhaps I should not have said that.

They decided to fuck the shit out of me hard and fast. They yanked my sweatpants down, ripped my panties off my body, and started probing my ass and pussy with their fingers, hands and dicks. Eventually, they started to fist my holes. One of them lifted me up in the air like a fucking cock puppet, and I banged my head on the roof of the van.

Why Do So Many Men Look at Me as Nothing More Than Fuck Meat?

He plopped me down on the dirty mattress, forced my legs up to my chest and started fucking me. Clearly another man with rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. Slapped me, choked me even spit in my face and called me a dirty whore. Confession. I kind of liked it. I knew this was a random attack. And I understood that no one would give me any money or cocaine. But for once, plenty of coke waited for me back at my house.

I thought these men might drive off and I would never see my family again. Instead, they just fucked the shit out of me in the back of that van. But they did leave some marks on my body that my sons would see.

However, I come up with the best stories to cover my tracks. So, I just told my sons I fell on the way to the store. But I left off the random attack and violent fucking in the back of a dirty van. They don’t need to know all the details of my life. They just need to know mommy is a whore and she’ll do anything for coke and their young cocks.

Goth Teen Phone Sex with Big Titty Layla Bouncing All Over

Gothic Teen Phone SexThe hotel room lights are low, shadows dancing across the plush carpet and sleek furniture, and I can feel my excitement building. I slip into my black lace outfit, the kind that hugs every curve and lets him imagine every inch without even touching me. When he calls, I answer with a sultry, teasing whisper that immediately pulls him into my world. This is Goth Teen Phone Sex, the dark, seductive kind that makes you hang on every word, craving more of my voice, my tease, my control.

He’s here on a business trip, but tonight is ours. I describe myself bouncing lightly on the edge of the bed, letting my hands glide over my curves in just the right way so he can picture it perfectly. My voice dips, low and lustful, dripping with anticipation. I tease him, playful yet obedient, letting him imagine taking me on his terms, guiding every movement.

I let him know exactly how I’m dressed, how my outfit shows off my chest, and how I want him to imagine every sensation. He groans softly on the other end, and I smile into the line, knowing he’s hooked stroking his fat cock. I encourage him, whispering questions, moans, and little promises, making him picture the fantasy in vivid detail. Every pause, every gasp, every soft laugh becomes part of our shared rhythm.

The indulgence continues as I let him explore the fantasy further… imagining my curves, my reactions, and how much I love being under his control for a little while. I tease, bounce, and respond to his imagined touch, letting him feel the power of this intimate connection. My voice is addictive, sultry, and impossible to ignore.

After the teasing, I shift to soft, intimate whispers, licking his ear slowly, hinting at the luxuries he leaves behind… jewelry, designer bags, small gifts that spoil me and reward the fantasy we create. Every word reminds him that our play is decadent, thrilling, and completely lustful, indulging every sexy desire.

“I’ll be back for you, patiently waiting for our next fuck session” He says as he zips up his pants, ready to leave to go to his meeting. By the end of the call, he’s captivated, imagining every curve, every moan, every playful bounce. I smile, knowing he’ll be back for more of my gothic allure, my seductive voice, with my big fat titties bouncing all over his hard cock, making him fantasize about me all day long. 

Killer phone sex, deep in the woods, I lure them

Killer phone sex I’m a Killer phone sex queen. I have lured so many victims to their demise and our pleasure.

When I became your accomplice, it all felt so natural. Everything falls into place when you are doing what you are meant to do.

I am meant to fuck and kill!

 

For me, it is to be soaked in blood and cum. The most fun I have had, though, is when I lure someone into the woods. Especially when it is a challenge for me. Like the last guy, a weary hunter with enough sense to know, seeing me was a red flag.

My beauty or advances didn’t phase him; his instincts told him I was a threat. He really made me step up my game. It’s so hot when I pretend to be a helpless victim. I think I told him, “I’m sorry, I just ran away from my boyfriend, and I was afraid that if I told you the truth, you wouldn’t help me, and that’s why I flashed my pussy.”

My sad story and pouty face put him at ease. See, I know which ones want to feel like a hero. I did that, and he is mine now. So, my hero says, he will help. We set off to his car, and before we are halfway, I pretend to fall. He comforts me, and I turn on those tears perfectly. He gets closer, and our lips touch.

It switches to passionate kissing, with my hand on his dick. He must have been going through a dry spell because that thing was so fucking hard. I push him down on the ground and pull it out to mount. Oh my, how good it felt to ride him as I beat his head in with a rock. Did you see that coming when you were jerking it?

When you watch me do my nasty Snuff sex thing, it makes it even better. I think the last thing he felt was my pussy squirting all over him. What a lucky guy!

 

 

 

Torture sex gives makes me orgasm till I pass out

Torture sex for three days straight isn’t out of the norm for me. My Master worships the Dark Lord, and so do I. He introduced me to the world of the dark arts, and if I want unlimited youth, I must get fucked for the devil on the full moon. The last time I barely remember it.

So many men had to give me a brutal hardcore fucking.Torture sex

After the first day, I was already sore. They fucked me so hard I lost consciousness. I was weaving into this world and the underworld.

I felt my Dark Lord by myside, encouraging me to keep up the devious deeds. I thank the Dark Lord for guidance. It is he who has the true power.

The maelstrom of carnal torture begins, an unending parade of erections straining to breach my battered threshold. I lose count of how many cocks fuck me.

And each penetration is more brutal than the next, but I can feel my body becoming younger and tighter. There is a price for everything, and I don’t think it’s too much for the Dark Lord to ask for a sacrifice.

The Dark Lord’s energy courses through me, an infernal elixir that fuels my endurance. I am so lucky when I feel his presence.

A scaly phantom touch that caresses my skin, urging me further into depravity. So I don’t fight, I scream and take the pain. Each gush of blood or semen is a hymn to his glory.

As the ritual concludes and I’m left to recover, I feel a wrenching sense of youth and beauty.  He is the one who granted me this twisted blessing, who holds the true power to bestow eternal youth upon those who dare to worship him with depraved Blasphemy sex. And so, I prepare for the next full moon, eager to once again submit to the brutal sacraments that keep me forever young.