Category: Snuff porn

Bondage Phone Sex is Extreme with Me

bondage phone sexWell, this bondage phone sex whore thought she had enough cocaine to get through the holidays. But my fucking sister-in-law found my stash and flushed it down the toilet. She remains clueless about what I did for that cocaine. I hate that bitch as much as she hates me. All my husband’s sisters hate me because they see me as a gold digger. I make my own money. And I use my own body for my cocaine habit.

She threatened to tell my husband, and I told her to go ahead because he knows I use cocaine. But he also knows I don’t spend his money for it either. I took the wind out of her sails. But I still needed more cocaine, especially since my husband’s sisters decided to visit for the holiday.

I tried to get a hold of Marcus my regular drug dealer because he just fucks me with his big black cock. Nothing extreme. Maybe occasionally he makes me his ass rape porn star, but I can handle anal sex.

So, I texted Charles. He just likes to tie women up and fuck them. And sometimes piss on them. But he pays well. It’s his fetish. He’s not an official snuff maker or anything. Just an old man with a kink for bondage and a wife who won’t let him tie up even her pinky finger. So, he uses his money to pay druggie whores like me to explore his fetish.

Just When I Think I Have Enough Cocaine, I Don’t

But I don’t know if he experienced some holiday anger or not, but he went harder on me this time. Harder than normal. I’ve maybe worked for him six times, I think. And I’ve always left relatively unscathed, except for the ligature marks on my wrists and ankles. After this time, however, those ligature marks appear around my neck too, and my tits. Also rope burns between my pussy lips. So, now it burns every time I pee.

He tied me up better than butcher ties up a side of beef. But when he tied up, he whipped me and pissed on me too. He broke skin in a few areas and let me tell you how much piss burns an open wound. He started beating on me too. I just tried not to bite my tongue off, endure the pain and get the fuck out of there. But like I said, he appeared to be in some sort of mood. And not a good one.

But he didn’t kill me luckily. I almost wanted to die so I didn’t need to deal with my fucking sisters in law. To cover up my neck marks, I wore a turtleneck. However, as a taboo phone sex whore, this sort of thing happens often. I’m alive at least. But  I will need to hide my cocaine better in the future.

Gangbang Rape Porn – Come have your way with Cora!

Gangbang Rape Porn

 

Gangbang rape porn scenarios where you and all your buddies get to have your way with me and my passed-out body.  

Let’s say it’s very late at night, and you and your friends are walking home from the closed bars. You stumble across me, lying face down in the dirt in the corner of a dark park. You all look to each other and think, “We just scored the jackpot”. 

Lucky for us, I was already not wearing any panties, making access to my tight little pussy even easier for the gang. 

Every guy got their chance at my pussy, but some men even fucked my mouth!

All of you high fiving at literally finding pussy on the side of the road. I guess that will teach me to watch how much I drink. 

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Snuff Phone Sex School is in Session for the New Year

snuff phone sexA snuff phone sex new year is what we all need, right? No better way to say goodbye to an awful year than making some New Year’s resolutions like killing more. Or acting on your violent impulses finally. We all know I don’t hold back.

Whenever the urge to murder comes over me, I seize the opportunity. But I also know individuals like you never thought of yourselves as violent. And I’ve always leaned into my violent tendencies. The same way Dexter embraced his dark passenger. I did too.

But if somebody hires me to help them kill someone, I feel the need to share my infinite wisdom with them so that they can kill without me. Although I enjoy the money men pay me to help them kill some bitch, I know that when they get a taste for murder, they want to do it again.

Once you get away with murder once you want to get away with murder twice and so on. Each time invigorates you more. So once the initial panic and fear of being arrested dissipates, you find yourself hunting for your next victim.

Killer School is In Session

Starting off with accomplice phone sex gives you a taste for murder. But it also teaches you how to get away with murder because I’m a good killer. Some people excel at math or science. But I excel at murder and torture. And I can teach you my world of wisdom.

Although I am a loner and I don’t let too many people into my world, I do take on a few apprentices each year. And I plan to take on more this year cause I’m mortal. I can’t kill all the bitches and assholes solo. I need murderous bitches and bastards out there doing good work for me.

So, one of my resolutions involves starting a kill school. I got the idea from an episode of Criminal Minds. One man has an entire network of serial killers operating all over the world. I would love to turn more people into my killer phone sex disciples. Rid the world more worthless humans. So, this new year killer school will be in session. I will teach anybody how to get away with murder if they want to learn.

Snuff Phone Sex Accomplices are in Demand

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex never takes a holiday. Sometimes I think men need me even more on a holiday. Being around family again causes strong reactions in men. One, they’re around those little ones and that makes their dicks hard. And sometimes they struggle to keep their impulses in check. And another reaction involves rage. I think that comes from a combination of stress and anger. Many people take out their stress and anger on the ones who love them the most.

And because the holidays seem profitable for me, and I have no family of my own, I often help men with their dark fantasies. It keeps me from feeling depressed and earns me a good income. I charged Thomas double on Christmas Day. He wanted to make a teen rape porn with his niece.

He showed me a picture of her. And I told him to let me find a surrogate for her. Otherwise, suspicion would fall on him since he lives out of town. Men often don’t think about the optics when they want to fuck a little girl in their family. The police would look at the father and the creepy uncle too. He listened to reason and let me find a surrogate. And I found him the perfect girl; they could’ve been twins.

A young girl riding her new Christmas bike in the neighborhood became easy prey. But she appeared to be the spitting image of my client’s niece. So, I lured her way easily like only a woman can.

Women Make the Best Accomplices

One of the many reasons why women make the best accomplices for perverted men like you. We enjoy easier access to little girls. I took her to this no tell motel off the highway. And I waited for my client. I played board games with her until he could meet us at the hotel.

He could not believe that I found a girl so easily who resembles his niece so perfectly. What can I say. I have an eye for talent. By the time he arrived at motel, the special concoction I made her kicked in. Since we were in a motel, even a seedy one, I still couldn’t allow her to scream bloody murder as he fucked her. Since he wanted a home movie, I filmed him fucking her. It almost looked like he fucked a corpse because she became lifeless from the cocktail I made her.

But I think that added to his pleasure. He enjoyed it. I told him we needed to kill her. But he didn’t want any part of that. So, I demanded more money since I would need to do the deed. And he gave it to me willingly. Some men act like such pussies once they get what they want.

But that’s why I am a professional accomplice phone sex partner. I can do all the dirty work. The nitty-gritty that you can’t even wrap your head around, so you can have all the pleasure you want. That little girl didn’t get to enjoy her new bicycle very long. Now she’s buried in the forest. Unless some wild animal digs her up, no one will find her. Maybe I did not enjoy the typical Christmas. But I had a great day, nonetheless.

Rape phone sex fantasies make my cunt squirt everywhere

Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasies make my sloppy wet cunt squirt hard all over. My horny fucking pussy just has so many dark, sick rape fantasies. It’s so easy for me to talk about. I cum more times than I can count in a day just thinking about it.

Fuck I can’t help it, I am addicted to it. I crave to have my holes completely resized. Obliterate me and turn me into nothing but a sex doll.

I don’t care how bad it hurts. If I squirm, make it hurt more, and don’t let me squirm away. I live for it. The torture and my clothes being ripped right off me. 

Humiliating me wherever you can by simply degrading me. And fucking me like a worthless, nasty cum bucket for you. I’ll make the perfect pocket pussy that you can reuse over and over again. Something I just have to have it my slutty throat squeezed. 

More of everything, my holes get more horny just fantasizing about it and being all sprawled out on the slimy and dirty locker room floor.

At the same time, I begged my coach just to demolish me. All I could do was moan and whimper. I was unable to move.

What I really want is for my petite little body to be tossed around. Wanting it so fucking bad. It’s all I can fucking think about. Getting what I deserve, I love being a cum rag too much. Unable to control wanting to beg for more. 

Please give me your sticky load. I love when I’m sore the next day. All I’m thinking about is how I can get violently taken and abused. I love helping too, it’s always so fun bringing my friend and watching her get taken. Especially when I get her all fucked up and then bring her to have her holes all fucked at once.  

Torture phone sex with Stephanie

torture phone sex

Torture phone sex has always made my whore pussy gush and drip. My callers are all kinky, evil men but one makes my panties wet like no other.

Master B’s calls are my favorite because of how evil and fucked up he gets. We’ve spent so many nights fantasizing about torturing his stupid ex and everyone she loves.

The scene that makes my cunt trickle the most involves her little brat. She’s a sweet, little diaper tot that I can’t wait to rip to shreds!

I get so excited talking about bashing that baby’s head into the ground. Slamming her over and over until her tiny skull busts open. Cracking her little head open makes Master’s dick throb.

He pounded his rock hard cock while I talked about scooping that brat’s brains up and stuffing them into her mommy’s mouth. I stuffed handfuls of brain matter down her throat and laughed when she choked on it.

Once I saw how turned on Master got at that, I got even more evil and fucked up. I talked about squishing the brat’s tiny head in my hands. Then I talked about  cutting her little belly open and forcing her Mommy to eat everything that I snatched out. Of course, Master would be pounding his big dick into that tiny bitch’s baby brat cunnie the whole time.

Listening to his ex cry, scream and go through the worst mental anguish possible, only makes his cock throb harder!

I’m not giving away all of the naughty, nasty details here. You’ll have to call me to hear about how I helped Master torture his ex and her tiny brat.

Snuff Porn Might Kill Me But it Earns Me Coke

snuff pornLast night felt like a snuff porn nightmare. My last night before the holidays to score some cocaine. I always need extra during the holidays because my sons and all their friends stay home from school for a couple weeks. And I need to be in tiptop shape. I went to a few drug dealers who couldn’t help me out because they did not have any product. So desperate times call for desperate measures. And I want to see Luke.

Luke makes my stepson look like a member of the Mickey Mouse club. Luke hates mothers. Like with a passion. Apparently, his mother screwed him up somewhere along the way. And now he makes snuff flicks of sons simulating murdering their mothers. I just told myself I’ve been through worse. And I’ll likely be through worse in the future at this rate. So, I sucked it up and kept my eye on the prize.

The man who would be my son and executioner, stood almost 7 feet tall. That alone made me shit a brick. That guy could kill me with his pinky and index finger. Seriously though, I did feel scared. But at least Luke let me do a line of coke before he started the snuff sex scene. The executioner showed me no mercy. Why would he, I guess. He threw me across the room. My head hit a cement wall so hard it took a chunk out of my forehead. Blood trickled down my face, and we were less than five minutes into a 30-minute feature film.

Mommy Takes a Beating So She Can Get Cocaine

Perhaps throwing me around like a beach ball seemed like foreplay to this dude. Because the next thing I knew he scooped me up with a thumb in my ass and hurled me in the air like it was an Olympic sport and he wanted the gold medal. And as I laid on the ground, battered, beaten, and bloody, he decided strangulation phone sex might be fun. His hands choked the life out of me. I lost consciousness a few times too.

This man beat me to a pulp while Luke rolled the camera. He told me it was my best work yet. Of course it was. He almost fucking killed me about halfway through this little snuff flick. I almost wanted to die. He gave me the money for Coke. But not enough to get as much Coke as I need to heal my pain and get through the end of the year. If my sons only knew the things that I endure just so I can be a good mommy whore for them.

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.

Bloody Phone Sex Christmas is Here

bloody phone sexFor me, it’s not Christmas without some bloody phone sex. I like to put the red in Christmas. One of my favorite things to do this time of year is murder folks who do not understand the spirit of Christmas. And nowadays, I encounter scrooges left and right. Mother nature blessed us with white fluffy snow. And I find it erotic when I can go 80s slasher on some Scrooge in the snow. I love watching an asshole or a cunt bleed out in the white fluffy snow.

So, the setting seemed right, but I needed to find someone to kill. And that was much easier than I expected. I met a Karen. A stuck-up cunt who tried to fight a woman in Target for the last of some creepy ass looking doll.

Something very unsettling about her. She came into a Target in designer clothes and a bag that probably cost more than all the employees combined make in a month. And she acted superior. Grabbed the doll right out of a woman’s hand and then tossed her some money like that would make it OK.

Usually, I hunt for women like this at Walmart because that store brings out the ugly in everybody. I stopped into Target because of Starbucks. I just wanted a strong black coffee before I started hunting for my snuff porn star. But I found my victim right out of the gate.

This World is Full of Too Many Grinches

I keep a kill kit in my trunk along with a few disguises. So, I’m always prepared when I meet somebody who needs to die. I followed her in her big ass Denali. God she’s an awful driver. Distracted driver. She was fucking texting the entire time. Her driving almost caused a couple accidents. The self-entitled bitch really needed to die.

But I needed to be careful. I could not impulse kill her as much as I wanted because she lived in a fortress. However, I spent an entire night in my car, parked down the street watching that house. And I figured out a way to get in without being caught on camera. One of my many skills involves knowing how to bypass alarm systems. She appeared to be in that house alone. Perfect. I broke in the next night and drugged her with chloroform. Then I dragged her out into her backyard in all that fluffy snow.

I staged the crime scene to look like a robbery. Plus, a sexual assault by putting a condom on a dildo and tearing her nightgown. Sadly, she the chloroform put her in a deep sleep when I murdered her in the snow. But with neighbors on either side of her big ass privacy fences, I could not risk her screaming. Sure, I probably should’ve taken her to my kill shack or my dungeon, but I needed this to look like a robbery gone bad. This time of year, folks break into wealthy homes all the time.

Some Cunts Just Deserve to Die

I also needed to restrain myself from eviscerating her. Overkill looks personal and I needed this to look like a robbery gone wrong. So, I simply slit her throat. And I watched her unconscious body bleed out into the snow. And it looked beautiful. Her warm crimson blood began to melt the snow around her body.

She never knew why I murdered her. And I do like my victims understanding why they deserved killer phone sex. But I did my best with the situation. I know nothing about this woman other than she’s an awful cunt. She got what she deserved.

And I will always kill bitches like that. However, I prefer to make them suffer a lot longer than this bitch did. But one less grinch this Christmas. So, I’ll take it as a win. I mean, I did get to see her beautiful blood spill out of her awful body into that pure white snow. And that will live rent free in my mind forever.

Domination Phone Sex Involves Cock and Ball Torture with Me

domination phone sexSo many men seek domination phone sex. And I can be a bad ass dominatrix on the phone and in the club and even in my personal life too. In fact, I love being a bad ass and I love inflicting cock and ball torture, especially when a man pays for it.

One of my regulars at the strip club, I consider a paint slut. This man pierced his nipples, his ball sack, and even gave himself a Prince Albert in the can. But when he first came in the club, we did Mickey Mouse shit like spanking and flogging. I would sit on his face and smother him with my ass also. But he needed to up his kink, so we began some cock and ball torture. And now he brings his own little pain kit when he rents the VIP room for us.

But no better men to me than rich submissive pain sluts. Men like that will let me get away with murder. Or at least get away with cock and ball torture sex. I used his belt to strap him to a chair in the VIP room. And I used handcuffs around his ankles to keep him in that chair.

He brought a sounding device. And I love those. So, for shits and giggles, I lubed up the sounding device with some icy hot. That made it burn as I pushed the device down his pee hole. With my other hand, I squeezed his balls hard, twisting them too. My long red fingernails dug into the base of his balls. I literally held him by the balls, and I could’ve castrated him with a hard enough twist.

Cock and Ball Torture Happens Any Where Even in the Club

But instead, I kicked him in the balls with my stiletto heels while that sounding device crammed down his pee hole still. Fucking loser I told him. I reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and took all his money. And I made sure to tell him the only thing he brings to my table is his money. I would never fuck that small dick loser. I’ve seen bigger dicks on a GI Joe doll.

About halfway through our session, I took him off the chair so I could stomp on his dick with the sounding device inside of it. I knew that would really hurt and I wanted it to really hurt. He didn’t pay me enough to be in the presence of his loser ass. I probably gave him some of my best taboo phone sex moves.

And I left a mark on his balls.  I left his cock sore enough that he won’t piss right for days maybe even weeks. And I took all his money. The only thing a pain slut like him brings to my table like I said is his money. But if you’re such a loser that you pay for cock and ball torture, I will inflict that pain, take your money, and giggle all the way to the bank.