Category: Sadistic phone sex

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies My Son Explores with His Fists and My Body

violent phone sexMy son gives me coke to explore his violent phone sex fantasies on camera. He live streams our “Beat Mommy Beautiful” sessions. The best son ever. But I’m his cash cow. Our live violent sessions bring him a lot of money. And I do with him what I do for snuff directors. I traded my fuck holes and my dignity for some cocaine.

No drug dealer sells better coke than my son. He let me snort some lines off his dick. We call it my skinny powder. It truly is the best weight loss drug. And I knew when I saw all the camera equipment set up, we were doing a live session. My son refers to me as his violent muse. I bring out the best in him. Perhaps the worst in him too.

One of these days, I know our live stream will turn into a snuff porn. He might go too far one time and really crack my skull. After some coke, he shoved his cock and his balls in my mouth at the same time. Didn’t ease it in. Just shoved it in without warning and started to choke me as he skull fucked me. He took off his belt and put it around my neck. But first, he spit in my face and he tightened that belt which made my eyes bug out as I worshiped his cock and balls.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He spat on my face and punched me a few times as the chimes rolled in. Anytime I hear a chime from his computer, I know one of his viewers tipped us. My son pays attention to what gets the most tips and that’s usually breaking most of the bones in my body. My boy loves me. He would never hurt my sniffer. As I began convulsing on his cock, he released the belt so I could breathe.

He pushed me on the floor. I laid on the floor naked in only my high heels, and he started kicking me while I was down. Kicks to my ribs. He even kicked me in the pussy a few times. I’m essentially a bag of bones. So, it’s easy to destroy me. But with the best coke, I always heal.

While I laid there in pain on the floor, my son shoved the bowl of cocaine in my face so that I would snort. Cocaine appears to be the best pain med. My son came towards me with a dental spreader, which he put in my mouth. He wanted to see if he could turn my mouth into one big fuck hole. And of course he did. He pushed his cock into my gaped mouth and fucked me some more. He pissed down my throat and, on my face, too. And the chimes poured in.

My Son Made Me His Cash Cow

He dragged me by the hair across the room. I felt like a human mop. But I’m so many things. A human cum receptacle, a fleshlight, a cock puppet, a punching bag and a mommy whore.  He tied my arms behind my back and hoisted me in the air by my tits. Yes, you read that correctly. He’s suspended me in air by my tits. It felt like my nipples might rip off my body. I could see them already turning dark purple

Because of my history with my son, I assumed he would just go Mike Tyson on me for a little bit. Treat my body like a boxing bag. But instead, he turned me into a human piñata. He took a baseball bat and started cracking it on my face, tits, ribs, and back. He avoided my nose, but he covered every inch of me with that baseball bat. And the chimes became deafening.

While my son used me as his punching bag, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. And he hit that hard too with the baseball bat. My son appeared in a mood. A torture sex mood. While my ass dangled on the outside of my body, my son took a ziptie to it. That’s how he turns it into his fleshlight. I could feel my prolapse swelling up as he hit it a few times with the baseball bat. It felt like he channeled that carnival game whack a mole.

A Mother’s Job Includes Doing Anything Her Son Needs

While still suspended in air by my nipples and a ziptie around my prolapsed asshole, my son decided to fuck my ass. He loves the little fleshlight that my prolapsed asshole becomes from the ziptie. While he fucked me, it turned into his cock sleeve. He punched my back and my sides. Luckily, I could still snort some cocaine to dull the pain. My son eventually cut me down from where I dangled. I fell to the floor with a thud. And just when I thought it all might be over, he decided to bend me like a pretzel so he could fuck my fourth hole. According to him, it’s my only tight hole that remains.

He used a speculum to spread me like the Grand Canyon. And that exposed my pee hole. So, he shoved his cock in my bladder balls deep. He calls this mommy son bonding time. He pushed my little bird’s legs behind my head, exposing that fourth hole he loves so much. And he just kept fucking it. Pissing in it and filling it with cum too. Ouch.

Sometimes, My Son Hits Me So Hard it Scrambles My Bird Brain

My son put his cock balls deep in my urethra while he pinned me to the floor like a pretzel. Every awkward position you can imagine my son put me in. Eventually, he pulled out of my pee hole and tried to suffocate me on his cock again. I guess I didn’t suck his cock with enough enthusiasm. So, he tossed me across the room repeatedly while tied up. And joked that he broke his mommy.

Eventually, he filled my shit hole up with his cock snot. My prolapsed asshole swelled up like a balloon. As he pounded my rosebud, he drilled my skinny body into the floor. And he saw a chance to ram my head onto the floor some more. No doubt he scrambled some of my brains. Since some cock snot still dripped from his cock, he shoved his dick down my throat, making me taste my own ass on his cock.

At least I have time to heal with some good cocaine until he needs another live session. I’ll be nursing my sore holes with some of the best blow around until then. Sometimes a mother’s job includes being her son’s punching bag and cash cow.

Post Orgasm Torture Sex With Yara

My wrists are secured in ropes, arms pinned to my sides and fastened to the ceiling beam. My legs are spread, ankles tied to floor rings so I can’t close them. An anal plug sits thick and heavy inside me, stretching my shithole without mercy. A wand vibrator is being pressed directly against my clit.

Master sits at the table eating his sandwich. He watches me while my hips jerk and my pussy spasms around nothing. The vibrator hums on its lowest setting, just enough to keep me on the edge without pushing me over. Every few minutes he reaches over and clicks the remote up one notch until eventually the first orgasm rips through me without warning, sudden and sharp. My cunt clenches hard, juices dripping down my spread thighs. I moan, loud and broken.

He doesn’t stop eating. He just watches the wet spot grow on the floor beneath me.

Another click. The vibrations intensify. My clit throbs, swollen and oversensitive. The second orgasm hits faster, my whole body seizing. I scream this time. My hips buck wildly, trying to escape the relentless buzzing, but there’s nowhere to go. The anal plug shifts inside me with every spasm, pressing against the thin wall between my holes.

I beg for him to turn it off, to give me just the smallest reprieve, but he ignores me. The third orgasm builds before the second fully fades. My clit feels raw, every pulse of the vibrator like an electric shock straight into my nerves. My pussy gushes again, a fresh flood running down my legs. My vision blurs. I’m babbling now, begging, promising anything if he’ll just give me a break. He ignores every word.

Torture sex

When his plate is empty, he reaches for the half-full glass bottle of ice-cold coke on the table. He drains the last few swallows, then stands and walks over to me. He presses the rounded base against my entrance, and I flinch. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pushes.

The bottle is wider than any cock I’ve had. My pussy resists for a second, then yields with a wet sound.  I cry out, the sensation alien and overwhelming. It’s not warm, not soft, not alive. It’s just hard and practically splitting me open. He works it deeper, hitting a sensitive spot inside me. My cunt flutters around it, trying to adjust.

He starts fucking me with it  until the neck is almost disappearing, then pulls it back until only the rim catches at my entrance. Each thrust forces a wet, squelching sound from my soaked cunt. My walls clench involuntarily, trying to grip the smooth surface, but there’s no give.

He leaves the anal plug in. Every time he drives the bottle deep, the plug shifts too. The stretch is almost too much. My clit is still buzzing, the vibrator still in place, and another orgasm crashes over me before I can brace for it. My pussy spasms around the glass, trying to push it out, but Master just pushes it back in harder.

I’m sobbing and begging him to just give me a break, but he doesn’t answer. He just keeps fucking me with the bottle, watching me while my cunt convulses around something that has no business being inside me. My thighs are soaked. The vibrator hasn’t stopped.

Another orgasm builds, cruel and inevitable, and I know he’s not stopping until he’s decided I’ve had enough.

Accomplice Whore Rena Helps Get Some Young Pussy

accomplice phone sexAs the snuff accomplice phone sexwhore, my job is to ensure that every client’s desires are met, no matter how depraved or taboo they may seem. Today’s request was particularly twisteda man wanted me to bring him a young girl for his pleasure. I knew exactly what he had in mind and wasn’t squeamish about it; after all, this kind of thing happens more often than you might think in our line of work.

I scoured through my network until I found someone suitable – an underage runaway with nowhere else to go who would do anything for money and drugs. She didn’t know she was being sold into sexual slavery but soon enough her innocence would be stripped away by the man waiting eagerly at home base camp location. His rock hard cock waiting for her tight little body to be handed to him basically on a silver platter. Like I had done for him to get off using little brats for as long as I’ve known him. I got her fucked up to make using her a breeze. She was in and out of being coherent.

. The girl sat nervously between us, not knowing what fate awaited her but too high on drugs to care much about it at this point. I stripped her down naked.  She looked like a little whore, her tight cunt ready to be manhandled by my man.

“Alright sweetheart,”  It was time for a new owner of her body to take over. To take her innocence through those tight slut holes. To change her, to own her. I loved handing him a body of a small cum dumpster on a platter. Too fucking easy!

Evil Phone Sex is The Best Thing Ever For a Daring Time

Evil phone sex is the ultimate sacrifice. And I exist as a vessel of pure malice. As a Satanic evil witch whose every breath serves the dark will of the Abyss.
So some seek to become enlightened. However, I find my true purpose in the exquisite symphony of agony.
Consequently, my favorite pastime is the meticulous torture and mutilation. Thus, it’s those unfortunate enough to wander into my sanctum that earn it.
Now, I don’t merely kill; I dismantle the human spirit. And piece by piece, to ensure the offering is sufficiently seasoned with terror.
Furthermore, the process of sacrifice is a sacred ritual. And this ritual requires absolute precision. After all, every bit of one’s being is used to feed a demon and spirit.
First, I start by peeling back layers of skin with a rusted blade. Therefore, I savor the way the flesh parts. Ultimately, I reveal the raw, pulsing muscle beneath the flesh.
Accordingly, I carve occult sigils into their chests to bind them to their duty in the spell. So, ensuring that every scream echoes in the glory of Satan.
As the blood pools around my feet, I feel a surge of necrotic power coursing through my veins. Ultimately, there is no greater ecstasy than watching the light fade from a victim’s eyes. As I offer their mangled remains to the Prince of Darkness.
Therefore,  I secure my place as his most devoted and sadistic servant.
Evil Phone Sex

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex is So Much Fun

babysitter phone sexI love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Babysitting is so easy nowadays because of these online babysitter groups and apps. When I was a young girl, I could only babysit like the brats of somebody I knew like a neighbor. With these online babysitter forums, it’s so easy to create fake references and use fake IDs.

Thanks to a friend of mine, I own over 50 different fake ids. And I never use the same ID twice. Every ID has a different name and look. I’ve even been known to strap my tits down and use a prosthetic nose and colored contacts to alter my looks too.

It keeps me undetected. And I don’t do this often, maybe six or seven times a year. I accept money from a man who wants to fuck something young. I’m not a mother so I can’t just give them one of my brats to fuck. Most parents seem so oblivious. They don’t even realize somebody violated their little one. But that is partially because I’m an excellent accomplice phone sex partner. I clean up all traces of DNA. And I arrive prepared for cleanup.

A Good Accomplice Cleans Up Your Mess

Dave wanted to fuck a very young boy butt. So, I looked around for gigs that had a boy the right age for him. He wanted and age were from behind; you don’t know if you’re fucking a little boy or a little girl. And I found him a little Hispanic boy. Parents look affluent and I found the little boy adorable. Cutest little bubble butt on him which I knew would drive my client wild.

Parents wouldn’t be back until around two or 3 AM cause they went out of town for a wedding. I gave the boy my special milk cocktail that lets the little ones sleep through anything even anal sex. I texted my client how to sneak in from the back undetected. The only problem nowadays is that almost everybody owns either a ring camera on their door or security cameras everywhere. But part of my kit includes a camera detector. I could sneak him in, and no one would know a thing.

Some Men Prefer the Company of Boy Butt

I lubed up the boy, and guided my client’s cock in. And the boy slept through it. He slept through anal penetration. I become a better mixologist with this cocktail every time. The boy became my client’s ass rape porn star and wouldn’t remember a thing. My client dumped his ass full of cum too.

You might be wondering how I clean up the evidence. It’s a two-part strategy. I suck up the cum with a turkey baster because the ass gapes open for a little while once the cock comes out. And then I use a douche to wipe away any other traces. Then I follow that up by using the baster again filled with warm water to neutralize the douche smell. I told you I was great accomplice.

Dave enjoyed the night. And once he left, I was $30,000 richer. I spent about two hours on cleanup and the boys slept through that too. But the boy appeared fast asleep when his parents finally got home. They paid me 100 bucks for the night, but I didn’t need the money. At least I didn’t need the babysitting money. But I took it.

I played my part. When the boy wakes up with a sore butt, his parents will think anything other than the babysitter let some strange man violate their son’s bubble butt. Parents never think that and I never leave them with a reason to think that.

Bloody phone sex was fun because she didn’t make it

Bloody phone sex nymphomaniac has a disturbingly large collection of knives and victims… Every single one of those shiny blades has left its mark on a desperate slut’s battered pussy.

But when a particularly juicy prospect strolls into my web, eager to submit to my depraved desires, that’s when the real fun begins. Their screams of agony and terror get me wetter, as I plunge metal after metal into their quivering cunts.

The coppery scent of blood smells so good!Bloody phone sex

And it makes me lose control. So I mounted on that bloody mound and grinded as hard as possible. Rubbing my slippery snatch all over a gushing axe wound makes me cum so hard.

As I scissor and pin, my clit grinding against the slick, bloody gash, I want you to take my butcher knife right to her neck. Slice her throat open and fuck the wound. I want the last thing this Snuff sex bitch to see is my beautiful face!

 

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Can Make You My Target Instead of My Accomplice

killer phone sexIt never ceases to amaze me how many men and women have killer phone sex fantasies. The problem is not everybody reads bios or blogs. And others are just dip shits who think that because they paid for a service, they can do whatever the fuck they want to me. Repeat with me. Venus is not your submissive fuck doll. I don’t possess a submissive bone in my body. Plus, I enjoy being cruel, especially cruel to assholes and dip shits.

When Oscar called me, he simply needed an accomplice. He wanted to work out some of his sexual frustration for his cock teasing neighbor girl who likes to jump on the trampoline in a little bikini during the summer. Seems innocent enough right. But in a skimpy little bikini, things slip and expose jailbait parts to perverted neighbors. Men cannot be expected to be behave under such circumstances. So, they call women like me for violent fantasy phone sex.

No harm in roleplaying your violent fantasies. As of now, nobody regulates our mind and our fantasies remain just that, fantasies. And folks never get arrested for a fantasy. But Oscar turned out to be a dip shit. He thought since he didn’t get to fuck the little girl next-door, he could fuck me. But I’m so dominant that I don’t even let losers phone fuck me.  Oscar did not realize he lived near me. Honestly, I’ve never talked to somebody in my city. Let alone somebody literally only six blocks away.

Be Careful Men, I Come for My Callers Too

So, Oscar got a surprise. He woke up from the dead of sleep to see the woman he called hours earlier, straddling his body holding a knife to his throat. He rubbed his eyes like this might be some bad dream. And I told him this is no dream. I came to exact revenge. And I told him this could have been prevented. In the moment I wanted to slit his throat. But I decided castration phone sex might be a better reminder that his actions come with consequences.

He told me on the phone, that if I didn’t let him force fuck me, he would demand a refund. Nobody blackmails me. And nobody tries to force fuck me either. Not my fault some of you are too stupid to remember how to breathe. But for Oscar, he got a lot more bang for his buck because I took his balls. I removed them with a very sharp knife. He bled everywhere. And I plopped them into a jar of formaldehyde with his name and offense against me on the label. My collection of severed testicles seems vast. But I have been collecting balls for decades.

Now I doubt I likely will never do a call with somebody who lives that close to me again. I’m still amazed that it happened. I’ve certainly thought about it with other callers many times before, but the distance prevented me from doing it. Perhaps some people, including law-enforcement, might find my measures extreme. However, men like that only escalate. Someone needs to neuter them before the bodies rack up. So why not me?

My Family Does Not Know I am a Dirty Snuff Porn Star

snuff pornMy husband and my offspring seem clueless about the snuff porn I’ve made. Of course, they don’t navigate the dark net. And they don’t travel in the seedy underworld of snuff like I do. I discovered years ago that the darker more violent shit paid more. I can make less porn but make more money. However, my body does take a beating. And I’m running out of excuses to explain away my bruises and broken bones.

My husband thinks I’m accident prone. So much so that he calls me crash as a nickname. However, my boys don’t know what to think of it. They know their mommy needs her medicine and fucks for it. I think they might realize I do a lot more than just fuck for my coke money. I make brutal ass rape porn videos. Anal sex doesn’t faze me. Although my husband doesn’t like to fuck me in the ass, our sons do and so do some of their friends do too.

Hardcore anal sex videos make a lot more money than the vanilla shit. Most men don’t struggle to find pussy. They struggle to find ass. And that’s why I make anal videos. Over the weekend my ass took a brutal beating too. This director known for violent anal porn wanted me for a video. I looked at my coke supply, which seemed low, and said anything for him.

Soccer Mom By Day, Extreme Anal Porn Star By Night

That turned out to be a mistake. I gave him carte blanche to abuse my ass. Some of the biggest men I’ve ever seen both in height and cock size surrounded me. All black. He looked like he hired a basketball team to fuck me in the ass. Anal gang bangs make the director a lot of money. But according to him, most women can’t handle even one cock in their ass let alone a small basketball team with forearms for cocks.

I snorted a few lines, and then I spread my ass cheeks like I was begging for an anal gangbang rape porn. Those cocks slammed in and out of my ass one at a time. Towards the end of the video, the director wanted them to kick it up a notch. So that meant my ass got two big black cocks at once. Now that I really felt. Ouch. I could feel my ass coming out when they pulled their dicks out. At least they didn’t punch me. However, they did slap me and choke me a few times while they came in my ass.

After everybody came in my ass, the director told me my part of the movie had not finished yet. He instructed me to squat down and shit out all that cum. He didn’t yell cut until I licked off every bit of cum from the concrete floor. But I never mind cleaning up my mess. I just act like I do for the directors. Afterwards, I collected my money, bought some coke and went home to take care of my boys. With mommy’s medicine, I can be an anal gangbang star one moment and drive boys to soccer games with jizz running down my thighs.

Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Snuff Sex Fantasies From My Sadistic Phone Sex Archives

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I’m strapped to the cold steel table, my legs spread wide and locked into shackles that bite into my ankles. He stands over me, his eyes cold and hungry, looking at my trembling pussy like it’s just a piece of meat he’s about to carve. “Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he sneers, slapping my cheek so hard my head snaps to the side. “Begging for it before I even touch you.”

 

I moan, my hips arching instinctively. I want the pain. I crave the way he breaks me. He doesn’t waste time; he grabs a heavy leather belt and whips it across my thighs. Crack. The sting is electric, leaving a bright red welt across my pale skin. I scream, but it’s a sound of pure ecstasy.

 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he growls, shoving two fingers brutally deep into my soaking wet cunt. He doesn’t lubricate; he just forces them in, stretching me wide. I gasp, my breath hitching as he pumps his fingers violently, mimicking the fuck I’m desperate for. He reaches for a pair of pliers on the tray, glancing at my nipples. “Let’s see how much of a good little bitch you are when I start pulling.” He clamps down on my left nipple and twists, pulling the flesh away from my chest. I wail, my body convulsing, my pussy leaking juices all over the steel as the agony blends perfectly with the arousal