Category: Sadistic phone sex

Ass Rape Porn with Red Rockets

ass rape pornMy ass is perfect for ass rape porn. Don’t you agree? I have found that my enjoyment of anal sex is a good thing when I need coke. The problem is that the men I fuck for drugs are more into violent sex. But I need my coke. I admit I am an addict. No one, me included, wants to cure me because I am such a freak on powder. My stepson is just one of my dealers. He is among the more violent ones too. He promised me a big bag of blow if I helped him out. I blindly agreed. I figured it was just more ass sex, rough ass sex, but nothing I could not recuperate from with a bag of frozen peas and some white powder. Turns out my stepson got himself into some trouble gambling with the wrong folks. The kind of guys who break kneecaps. These Guido types also make underground gangbang rape porn. My stepson thought if I made a movie for them maybe they would wipe his debt clean. I was hesitant to do it, but I knew my husband and our sons would be in danger if I did not help this debt go away. The loan sharks liked the idea of a soccer mom starring in one of their productions. I was not prepared for my costars. I was not high enough, but I could no longer change my mind. I was the star and about 50 four legged beasts were the costars. I may be a druggy whore, but I prefer human cock. I never felt more degraded, but this kind of furry porn makes big bucks on the black market. I was not high enough for 50 red rockets. Ultimate humiliation for me. 50 beasts nutted inside me. Their red rockets like barbed wire inside my pussy. I made that little film to save my stepson from being beat to death, but honestly, I would have preferred a snuff porn.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Surprise

Cannibalism Phone Sex

I was asked to make the big holiday dinner for work this year, and I grinned cunningly at those faces around me. “I’ll make a meal to die for.” I chuckled. They thanked me, hypnotized by my charms and unaware that I truly am an agent of Evil itself. I decided I would give these corporate pricks more than they bargained for. I collected little darlings, and for a week I fed them wonderfully. They were spoiled with sweets, and herbs, and spices, and wines to keep them calm. I fed from them, letting my fangs sink into their neck here and there to sample their sweet blood whiskey I was craving more than anything.
The night before, I slaughtered and carved up my little lambs, and marinated those tender steaks. I cooked all day, feverishly. My little innocents got their bones used for stock, and I made a hearty soup from their organs, and some vegetables from my own garden. It was delicious, up until I added the arsenic. Then I let it simmer away, soaking wet and delighted at the feast that awaited my coworker cohorts.
They came, and I served them a delicious, robust meal. I stayed busy refilling decanters and wine glasses. None of them noticed I only picked from certain dishes. They complimented my steak, and asked what it was. I grinned, nonchalantly stroking my cunt under the table in a moment of rest, as I chuckled, “Goat. It’s young goat.” They were in awe. And then, the sickness set in as the apple cyanide custard was a sure hit. Cleaning up that evening, I stacked my bonfire high, cumming in front of the flames as I praised Baphomet.

Torture Sex My Boobs

torture sexMy tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times.  I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.

Snuff Whore Layla

domination phone sexIf I were to be killed, I want my killer to force fuck  me first. At least I go out feeling pleasure with the fucking pain. Suffocate me with your huge cock and don’t pull it out even when I try to fight you. Gag me with that cock and treat me like that trash whore I am. Rub my spit and tears all over my fucking face while I try helplessly to catch my breath before you shove your cock in my throat again. This is what my body was meant to be used for, endure your cock and your wrath. Whip me and slap me relentlessly while I beg you to stop, press the blade of your knife close against my neck and tell me to shut the fuck up and take your cock. Mmmmm, yes, that’s it. It’s like lust and fear at the same time. Your cock is like my last meal, so I guess I’d better enjoy it.
As you tied me up with my hands above my head and my thighs forced open, my pussy drips with anticipation. At this point, I’m your little whore slave, here to please your cock until you decide you’re ready to get rid of my body. You fist my cunt before fucking me, making me cum and squirt all over you. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this like I am, so you decide to punish me. As you thrust your cock inside my wet pussy, you take your blade and slice me up my stomach, leaving me screaming in agony as you fuck the shit out of my pussy. I bleeding all over your cock and don’t know whether to cry to moan. “Take it bitch!” you yell at me. I do.
You wrap your hands around my neck as you begin to bang my pussy harder and faster. I’m no longer moaning as I’m struggling to breathe, but instead of you loosening your grip, you grip tighter. This is my last fuck, I can tell, it’s way more brutal than the other times. I get a small break of air as you remove one hand to roughly slap my titties and face. That revives me for a split second. I look you in your eyes as you tell me “you’re such a pretty whore,” as you bury your cock deeper in me and stab my side. At this point, I know exactly how this fuck fest is going to end… With you cumming all over my cold, dead body.

Cannibalistic Torture

Cannibalism Phone Sex

The knife was whispering across his skin as he begged me not to hurt him. I laughed quietly, knowing that was all that he would know from now on. Running the blade gently, I drew tiny streaks of blood. He would not stop whining, so I dragged the knife down towards his cock. He was uncut, and although I prefer uncircumcised cocks, this one was getting on my nerves. I grabbed a handful of his cock, and slid the knife right through it at the base. He screamed, so I shoved that detached cock right in his open mouth. “Here’s your circumcision, bitch.” I laughed cruelly.

I spent hours skinning him after I cauterized his bleeding little stump. I really love the way his eyes pleaded with me first for release, then for mercy, and then for death. I would give him one of those, and he and I both knew which one it would be. It was a slow death for him, skinning him alive and rubbing sultry, salty seasonings into his flesh. I intended to roast this one; he had good muscle with just enough fat to be absolutely delicious. I know how to slowly roast, to keep them alive for as long as possible as the meat cooks. The fear gives the flesh such a fantastic flavoring, I can’t even begin to describe it. 

I took my time, flayed him good and seasoned him right. He was going to be a delicious treat. I tied his hands behind his back, and bound him tightly to the large, wooden stake. I would be roasting him over open flames! The smoke, of course, was going to fill up the neighborhood. Everyone would wonder what smelled so fucking good; it’s your piggy chief of police honey. Come over and grab a bite!

Castration Phone Sex

Have Hardcore Brat Sex With Dead Bodies

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He was the kind of sick pervert who needed to have brat sex with dead bodies.  Succulent sweet morsels who were cast out by society. I would lure these street urchins in and commence the torturing before he even got here. Slashing bodies with a cat-o-nine tails embedded with jagged pieces of glass. When he arrived with his mask on, I told him no need. We would be killing these fuck tots and they would never be able to say a word. As for me I knew of him, but did not wish to end up with the fishes. This was a man with a strong political affiliation and a millionaire. He had paid for these two. Blonde girls with no homes. He only wished to watch as I inflicted more pain. I took out my hunting blade and began cutting each little body. Until he stopped me mid cut and asked where the boy was. I grinned up at him and pointed to the closet. Inside he would find his treasure. A younger boy than these cruising bound in duct tape. The Little boy would be his desert after we finished killing these two. He had booked three hours with me and the first hour would be me fucking up perfect flesh of these girls and then he would finally spread there legs and fuck them as I broke each ones neck. But he would not cum just yet. He needed his little bratkin boy to fuck up the ass until he could see that cock bulge. And then I turned over his boy pocket pussy and he kissed him goodbye as I slit his throat and my man finally came! 

Sadistic phone sex slut Stephanie

sadistic phone sexI’ve been an evil, sadistic phone sex slut since well before I was even old enough to have a credit card. I’ve spent countless nights, on the phone, playing with my cummy whore cunt and listening to wild fantasies from the men I serve. I would fantasize about actually snatching little sluts up and torturing them. It wasn’t long before those calls were no longer enough to keep me satisfied. I wanted to hear a slut scream for her life. I knew that was the only thing that was going to make my twisted, evil cunt cum. My first victim was a young slut I picked up walking home alone. She never suspected a thing from the sweet, innocent looking stranger who offered her a ride. As soon as I had her in my car, it was too late to change my mind. I drove her to my house and snatched her out by her hair. Dragging that slut into the shed wasn’t easy. I had to grab my brother’s baseball bat and knock her out to get her inside. When she finally woke up, I had her tied down to an old table. I sat on her face so that her screams were muffled by my soaked pussy. I took my brother’s hunting knife and started to slice off her nipples as I grinded my cunt into her face. Feeling her scream and cry had me so fucking wet! I took that knife and plunged it deep into her stomach and ripped all the way up to her tits. I slid my hands into the warm, bloody hole, pulling out intestines and organs. I could feel her screaming and weakly begging me to stop. Her screaming made my pussy cum all over her face. I finished her off by slitting her throat and stashed her in the trunk of my car. That night I dumped her into the river downtown and got rid of every little shred of evidence. It’s been years since that first slut started my evil adventures. She’s still listed as a Jane Doe, while I’m still snuffing out stupid sluts to make my pussy cum.

 

Fantasy Phone Sex Force Fucking Mommy

fantasy phone sexI enjoy fantasy phone sex calls. That is why I am on a snuff site. I have no taboos. If you think you are too extreme; I will likely tell you to kick it up a notch. I enjoy all taboo fantasies. The more creative and violent, the hornier I get. Pain slut, submissive whore, druggy whore, sex slave, torture doll… all are names to describe me. I am a dirty slut and a nasty freak. So, when he told me he had naughty fantasies about force fucking his mother, I knew he was in the right place. The scene was that mommy was putting up the tree and holiday decorations. She had on a conservative nightgown, but it was obvious mommy had no bra on because her nipples were erect. That was the clue in his mind that mommy needed fucked. As I was bent over putting lights on the tree, my boy grabbed me hard. He pulled up my nightgown and tore my panties off my body. Despite my protests, my son explored his rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. He rammed his cock in my pussy bareback. I was screaming for him to stop. I mean he was my son, and I could get pregnant. He did not like that I was fighting him. He slammed me down on the floor and fucked my ass until I cried. I was bleeding and barely able to crawl. After he nutted, he made me suck his cock clean. It was covered in mommy’s blood and feces. I was gagging as I sucked the mess off my son’s cock. He was so mean to mommy. He hurt mommy. He enjoyed hurting mommy too. His fantasy was not that different from my own experiences with my stepson. Sometimes my calls imitate my life.

Killer Phone Sex Slut

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If you’re up for a killer phone sex experience, you should definitely give me a call. No, really. I literally mean it.  I want to talk about the fantasies I have about killing someone. I know it might sound bad to some people. If that’s you, just keep scrolling. But if you have been turned on by thoughts of the same nature, then we really should have a talk about that. It could go so many different ways – maybe you want to snuff me out or maybe you want me to kill you. But what I really hope you’ll pick is the third option.

I think we should kidnap someone and get rid of them together. But of course, we’re going to have a lot of fun with her. It’ll turn me on so much seeing you spread her legs and fuck her against her will. Maybe I’ll get a strap on and force it in her, too. But instead of her pussy, can I shove my strap on cock deep into her little asshole? God, that sounds so good. And then, we can kill her. How do you want to do it? I say we suffocate her – it isn’t as messy and you can fuck her one last time while you do it! Can’t wait to play with you!

Snuff Sex Severance

snuff sexIt was a snuff sex party. I have been temping at this office for a few months. Not many folks in the office because of Covid, but a guy I know from the strip club offered me the job. He said I just had to look pretty and answer phones. Seemed easy enough. I got invited to the holiday party. When I arrived, I realized I was the only woman. Now, in the office I am the only girl, but the company employs many women. I knew many were choosing to work from home, but still expected to see some females at the party. Turned out it was not really a party at all. It was just an excuse to turn the office bimbo into a gangbang rape porn star. My eggnog was spiked with something because I got disoriented quickly. Next thing I knew, the guys were pawing at me and ripping my clothes off. I felt violated. The guy that I knew from the club was the ringleader. He was live streaming my gang bang. The guys contorted my body to fuck my ass. They spit and pissed on me. It was like they were working out pent up frustrations on me. I got kicked and punched too. They made fun of my fuck holes being loose, so they would put two cocks in me at once. I was foggy from being drugged but I was sure I heard dings like folks were telling them what to do to from the live stream. They used me. They degraded me. They drugged me. They sodomized me. They fucked me. They pissed on me. They filmed it all too. It was not a holiday party for me. I was not only force fucked, but I was also fired too. I was told this was my severance pay.