Category: Snuff porn

Bondage Phone Sex with Me Might Cost You Your Life, Your Cock or Both

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex I am no stranger too. As a reformed slave I have spent plenty of time tied up and abused, but those days are in my rear view mirror. Or so I thought. I ran into a guy that I did not recognize, but he clearly recognized me.

When I stepped out of the strip club, he grabbed me and shoved me into the back of his car. It wasn’t until he took me someplace that I recognized, that I remembered him. I had been to this place before. But I did not have fond memories of it. This guy used to work with my former master. And he was so twisted and demented that even my sadistic ex master took him off the payroll. I guess he didn’t get the memo that I was no longer a slave.

He tied me up on the bed and told me that I owed him my pussy. But I disagreed. I did not owe him a thing. It’s not my fault that my master would never let him fuck me. I didn’t belong to him. I belonged to his employer. But he believes that I cost him his job and almost cost him his life too. However, I know if I would’ve fucked him way back then, I would’ve lost my life as soon as my master found out about it. I refused to let him fuck me now not without a fight.

Since I Earned My Freedom, I Will Fight to Keep It

I did not want to be a snuff porn star again. And I knew if he fucked me, he would kill me immediately afterwards. So, breathed in and breathed out, and thought about how to play this. I convinced him that I always wanted to fuck him, but master got in the way.

And I persuaded him to put his cock in my mouth. What a stupid move on his part because I bit his dick off with my teeth. Although I remained tied up, I knew I had a few minutes to get untied because he started bleeding profusely. I’ve removed balls before, but never a dick. He bled a lot. I ended up covered in his blood. Small price to pay for defending my life.

Did I mention I’m double jointed? I learned to be double jointed because men tied me up so much that I would’ve been left for dead otherwise. It might surprise you what people can do trying to survive. Once I freed an arm, I untied the rest of the knots. And he still appeared coiled up in a ball on the floor crying like a little bitch. I thought about just making a run for it, but this motherfucker would hunt me down and kill me. Only the strong survive right?

Try to Kill Me, You Might Lose Your Cock

So, I kicked him a few times in the groin. He couldn’t move. Honestly, he appeared in excruciating pain because of me. So, I sat on his chest and put my hands around his throat. I wanted him to look in my eyes when he took his last breath. Strangulation phone sex might not be common for me, but I’m no stranger to it either. So, I channeled my anger into my hands as I took his life.

He came after the wrong bitch. I know how to fight for my life. I’ve been fighting for my life since my schoolgirl years. And now that I have a taste for freedom, I will fight even harder to survive. So don’t fuck with this bitch unless you want to die too.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Explored in Dingy Spaces

rape phone sex fantasiesMen have rape phone sex fantasies. And I cannot escape those fantasies. Every time I meet a stranger, especially a younger one, he seems hell bent on fucking me like a whore. And usually, I find myself powerless in those situations. So, I let the men do whatever they want to me. It’s a matter of survival. And I have learned that it’s best to just take your punishment regardless if you think you deserve it or not.

Saturday night, I went barhopping. And although I’m not a big drinker, I find that most of the blue collar guys in these dive bars, share their coke and weed with me. For the most part, the blue collar guys don’t harm me. But this one bar I went to did not appear to be the dive bar I expected.

When I walked in, I only saw yuppie types. Men in suits drinking hipster beer like Pabst Blue Ribbon. Gross. That beer has been around since I was a little girl, and I think it tastes just as nasty. I’d rather drink bong water.

But since I am a taboo phone sex whore, I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time. These yuppie type men looked at me like a piece of candy, and they hadn’t eaten in days. I think they wanted to fight over who fucked me first. Also, I think they assumed that because I came alone, I must be looking to get fucked. But I walked into that bar to get high not to get fucked.

I’m Always in The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Even though I could feel all those suit and tie guys checking me out, I sat at the bar and drank a glass of boxed wine before heading home. But somebody pulled me off the barstool and dragged me across the bar. They tossed me on top of the pool table. This almost felt like bad movie scene. A bad porn movie scene. It felt like whoever pulled me across the bar had such a good grip on my hair that I would lose some hair.

The night became a blur to me. I think the bartender put something in my drink. Maybe this place worked like that. Men tip the bartender heavily to drug a female patron’s drink, and then when the drug kicks in they gang bang her in the back of the bar. I did not go to that bar to be a gangbang rape porn star. But unfortunately, it’s me. Wherever I go men, feel the need to take advantage of me. But this night I only drank a couple glasses of shitty boxed wine. And that would not help me with what these men did to me.

Men Love to Force Fuck Me in Dingy Little Spaces

On that pool table, they fucked me not only with their cocks. But they also used pool sticks and beer bottles and their own fists to fuck my pussy and ass. Most of the night seems to be a big blur to me. But I still have a gaped ass that’s partially prolapsed, a swollen cunt, and lots of bruises on my body. It’s never the men you suspect of being capable of such violence against a woman. I guess I better stick to the dive bars I know and stay away from yuppie bars. Apparently, those boys fell nothing but rage, especially for a redheaded milf like me.

Push The Button On The Bitch

Snuff sexSnuff sex gives you kinky fucks the nastiest fantasies, one of my favorites is this guy who’s poor wife is on hospice fighting for her life, she’s been on hospice about a month  and the freaky fucker still dumps loads of cum in her half dead pussy every morning before the nurse comes to give her a sponge bath, in hopes the nurse finds his loads, while his wife is dying he is fantasizing and plotting on her young daughters hairless pussy, he tells me how he wants to molest the little ones asshole on the bed next to her dying mother, while forcing himself inside of her he wants her to repeatedly push the button on the morphine and moan I’m killing mommy, I wont lie it turns me on so fucking much when we fantasize about fucking next to her dead body, my pussy is dripping wet just thinking about it.  

Necrophilia Phone Sex Because The Best Dick is a Dead Dick

necrophilia phone sexI find necrophilia phone sex arousing. Personally, the best kind of dick is a dead dick. I’m a woman with needs. Perhaps not the average needs. But that’s because I’m not the average woman. I just like to fuck. But I don’t like the small talk, the baby talk, the romance, or any of the coupling shit that comes with fucking. So, I kill my partner before I fuck him to ensure he’s a good lay. Call me a Black Widow if you want.

I do not date men. But I do occasionally fuck them. I’m human after all. However, I don’t crave the shit most girls do. All that romance shit, and wining and dining a girl, I don’t need. In fact, I’m very clear, but I don’t want any of that if I fuck you. But men think I’m joking. And I am not joking. If I tell you something or warn you about something you better fucking listen to me. Men who don’t listen to me, men who fail to heed my warnings, end up with snuff sex.

If I kill you before I fuck you, I essentially turn you into a dildo. Just a dick. I thought Bryan understood my rules. But once again, I found myself forced to kill another man. Just shut the fuck up. Nothing worse than when you’re trying to get off an a man will not stop talking. So, I slit his throat. In my defense, I warned the fucker many times. And he just laughed at me in a very dismissive way that pissed me the fuck off. At least now he knows I wasn’t joking.

For Me, I Prefer to Fuck When You are Dead

He had a nice cock, but that was the only thing I liked about him. Met him in a Goth bar. A steam punk guy who I thought would follow my rules. Me bad. I should know by now that men just can’t shut the fuck up when fucking. Since I always have a knife on my body, I pulled the knife out, pressed the steel tip against his jugular and gave him one more warning. But the bastard just laughed at me. However, I had the last laugh. His blood sprayed all over my body after I sliced his jugular open. But I just kept on fucking him.

A little blood never frightens a gore whore like me. I loved the feel of his warm blood splattering against my body as I got myself off on his cock. Until you have killed a man while his dick is inside of you, you’ve never truly experienced a hard cock. You would think a cock would go limp when you kill its host. But that’s not the case.

For a few minutes it stays stiff. And it’ll get stiff again when rigamortus begins. I don’t always have sex with dead bodies, but when I fuck, I’m very particular about how it goes. You need to shut the fuck up and just let me get off. A man’s incessant talking drives me insane. So, I find it easier to just kill them while I’m fucking them. Sure, it makes a mess. But I never mind sleeping in the wet spot if the wet spot is from your blood.

Accomplice Phone Sex Partners Can Be Women Too

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex partners can be hard to find sometimes. Usually, my accomplices are men. Men are the ones who need a bad babysitter or a woman to lure young girls. I am sure women have dark fantasies because I know I do. However, women never seek my assistance. But that all changed

A sexy hot milf hired me for for a honey trap to kill this young teen boy. She had an affair with him, and he became obsessive. She fears he will ruin her marriage and career. A very wealthy woman and very sophisticated too. She just slept with the wrong boy and now it’s turned into a fatal attraction sort of thing. But like most of my clients, she needed an alibi when the boy went missing.

Although, I have made my share of snuff porn, usually I’m not alone when I do it, so I had to lure this teen boy and kill him by myself. Honestly, I didn’t want to. But I needed her money. Plus, she’s the type of woman you want to owe you a favor because she’s got the money and resources to get you and anybody else out of trouble.

So, I set the honey trap, and he fell for it. She told me just how to kill him. Plus, she gave me a blueprint of exactly how this should go. And I got the impression if I didn’t follow her instructions exactly, I would end up dead too. So, I had no choice. At this point, it was me or this teenage boy. I chose me.

Some Jobs I Hate Initially, But Grow to Love

But I did fuck him first. My DNA would be on his dead cock, but I’m nowhere in the system. I’m pretty much a ghost. I’ve been that way since I ran away from home so that my father and his abusive cronies would never find me. One of her coworkers saw her talking to the boy and suspects something. That combined with the boy’s obsession and threats meant she had to get rid of him with nothing falling back on her.

As I rode his hard teenage cock, I wrapped my pantyhose around his neck. He thought I was just being seductive and playful. But this was part of the plan all along. He would die a strangulation phone sex death. My pussy gripped his cock as he took his last breath. But I continued to fuck him until I came on his dick, which occurred a few minutes after he took his last breath. Perhaps that makes me a necrophiliac. But his cock stayed rock fucking hard, even after he stopped breathing.

Although I felt hesitant to kill this teen boy, I did it. I did it for the money. And I did it for self-preservation too. And I will admit that I had more fun than I thought I would. Fucking a man or a boy as they take their last breath is very erotic. I could feel him twitching underneath the weight of my body. I could see the fear in his eyes. And I could feel the stiffness of his cock inside my pussy as he died. And might just do this again. Who wants to die as I fuck them?

Torture Phone Sex Always Gets More Brutal Than I Imagine

torture phone sexI hate torture phone sex. Although I am submissive, I just never know what will happen. Everybody’s idea of torture seems to be different. Sometimes I might just get spanked. Other times I might get four fists up my ass at once.

It’s the same gamble when I answer looking for adult models ads. I only do it for cash to get coke. On Friday night, I showed up at this guy‘s house. This was not a studio production. This guy just wanted a whore to abuse.

So, this felt more like a prostitution gig versus nude modeling. He lived in the suburbs. And I checked him out to verify his identity first. He seemed like a normal suburban dad. Perfect family, and a good job. Minivan and an SUV in the driveway. Apparently, his wife and daughters went out of town to see the wife’s mother.

I figured he just needed a nasty slut to pound for a couple hours and get some aggression out. How dangerous could a suburban Dad be to me. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. This man appeared full of rage, and he took it out all on me. I came within inches of making a snuff porn.

The Men I Least Suspect of Being Violent, Turn Out to Be the Most Violent Men

He started spanking me, but that quickly proved boring to him. While I laid across his lap, he shoved his fist up my ass and turned me into a puppet. And while he suspended me in the air with just his fist up my ass, he took his other fist and shoved it up my cunt. And neither hole did he use any type of lubrication. He wanted me to feel it. And I did feel it.

He dropped me on the floor and kicked me in the gut a few times while I was down. I curled up in a ball to protect myself, and he just scooped me up and tossed me across the wall. It felt like I hit a brick wall. I did not even put a hole in the wall, but my head appeared to be bleeding because I could taste blood as it trickled down my face. When I told him I did not sign up for this, he grabbed me hard by the throat and penned me against the wall. Then he punched me in the stomach until I puked.

Some Men, Many Men, Get a Thrill Out of Abusing Me

And he got super angry that I puked. I tried to explain that I could not help but puke under the circumstances. But he pushed my face in my own puke like a dog that pissed on his rug. I tried my hardest not to puke again as I licked up my own fucking vomit. Every time I tried to come up, he put his foot on the back of my head and shoved me right back down in it. And while he pinned me down, he pissed on me and made me drink it up off the floor too. This man teaches high school history. How stressful can that be to be this angry?

But he seemed filled with rage. And I had no clue where that rage came from. All I knew was that all his rage seemed directed at me. Honestly, I think he would’ve killed me if he did not get a text from his wife saying one of their daughters became sick and they needed to return home early. It surprised me that he even paid me what we agreed on.

I think the payment bought my silence more than anything else. He did not have time to kill me, thankfully. So, I guess his daughter getting ill saved my life. I didn’t mind being his ass rape porn slave, But I didn’t want to die. However, I know, every day I get closer to running out of my nine lives.

Torture sex with the living dead makes my pussy gush

Torture sex Torture sex is just the beginning of our evil fun. My Master Daddy’s evil magick is so powerful that he can raise the dead. It doesn’t matter if they are freshly killed or have been dead for a while; they can come back into his hands. He controls them like they are his lap dog, and I get the fuck out of them. I definitely like them better the fresher they are, but Master Daddy really enjoys watching me with a rotted corpse.
The gorier the better! He wants the corpse not just oozing out of his cock but everywhere else too. He loves the look of disgust on my face when I have a rotted cock in my mouth. He says it makes better Snuff movies.
And since I am a good actress, I take that dead dick with a fetishized intensity, my tongue writhing against the squishy flesh as I suck it to rigidity. The necrotic phallus feels like unyielding rubber, coated in a vile, tingling slime. The taste is of dirt, blood, and decay. It makes my pussy throb as I service the undead horde.
I impale myself upon its ghoulish prick, my tight pussy clenching around the stiff shaft. My pussy warms his cold, dead prick, and I know how good it feels for him because my pussy won’t stop gushing! His dead flesh is orgasmic and exciting all at the same time! As I ride the reanimated corpse to orgasm, the snuff film captures every quiver, every scream of rapture. And then I give them their end, and pulling that trigger makes me cum unlike anything else!

Hell-Bound Whore the devils treat

I told him I wasn’t just any slut—I was a filthy little whore who wanted to be broken wide open. The second I dropped to my knees, I shoved my tongue out, begging for his cock. The taste of him hit my mouth thick and raw, and I gagged myself deeper, drool stringing down my chin. I wanted him to see how desperate I was. I worshipped his cock like it was the only altar I believed in, choking myself to prove I could take it.

When he pulled me up by my hair, my pussy was already dripping down my thighs. I bent over without asking, spreading myself wide open, whispering, “Stretch me out. Tear me up.” His cock slammed into me, and I screamed, loving the brutal way he fed me every inch. My cunt clenched, squirting around him, soaking the sheets until the whole room smelled like my pussy.

I begged for harder, nastier, deeper strokes—anything to make me remember I’d been used like a cum dumpster. Each thrust made me cry out, my body trembling, my nipples aching as I grabbed my tits and moaned, “Yes, ruin me—make my pussy your fucking playground.”

When he coated my insides, holding me down, filling me with every dripping drop, I smiled through my panting and whispered, “I asked for it. I deserved it. I’ll always want more.”

Knife Play Phone Sex Because There is No Fun in a Kill with a Gun

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I will say it until I am blue in the face that a knife is the best weapon. And I’m always strapped. Guns do not give me a thrill. Except for like school shooters, most mass murderers or serial killers don’t use guns. Serial killers enjoy the kill. And they enjoy the fear and prolonging the agony.

I want that thrill. Knives prolong the agony. And I love it. Last night I went hunting like I do most Friday nights. I strapped myself with six knives because you can never be too careful. Usually, I’m looking for men praying on Goth girls. I encountered another drunk coed. Self-entitled bitch. And I’m sure you know the type.

This girl came into a Goth bar by mistake. She didn’t belong. Nobody wanted her whiny little ass there anyway. She started cussing the bartender out because she couldn’t make her a pixie martini. The things that came out of that girl’s mouth made me certain that I had to kill her. She seemed perfect as a teen rape porn star, but I didn’t have a male accomplice with me to fuck the cunt. So, I just mutilated the bitch solo.

Perhaps somebody would miss this bitch. But I wouldn’t. I did face some challenges getting her out of the bar. Although I could’ve stabbed her right there in the bar, it appeared crowded enough that she would’ve just fallen to the ground and nobody would’ve known what happened. Plus, I don’t think anybody would’ve pissed on the cunt if she was on fire. Luckily, she was intoxicated enough to make her easy prey.

Some Cunts Just Need to Die

I just pretended to be an Uber driver. It’s so easy anymore. I even have a fake sign. Stupid cunt looked too drunk to even pay attention to who her Uber ride was to match it up with the app. I took her out to my fishing cabin in the woods. For years it served as my killing ground until I built an underground bunker, a dungeon of sorts under my house. But when somebody’s passed out, it’s a lot harder to get them down in my basement. She appeared to be a big girl. Not fat, but she was at least 5’9 5’10.

I had enough chloroform to knock her out for a little bit. And I dragged her body into the cabin, then strapped her down to this wooden sacrifice table I use. When she woke up, I read her a list of her crimes and told her the world does not need another self-entitled cunt. And I also mentioned she should feel lucky it’s just me and that I did not have a male accomplice. But honestly, I would’ve loved to watch you fuck the shit out of her. Choke her, fuck her to death, whatever you wanted to do with her would’ve been OK with me. I just had to put her out of our misery.

You Would Have Enjoyed Killing and Fucking This Bitch with Me

When the torture sex began, she screamed bloody. Even before my knife penetrated her flesh yet, she screamed. But when I did start to cut her body up, her screams became more blood curdling, which only made me want to kill her more. After a few hours, I had removed her worthless tits, sliced off her clit, stabbed her cunt, and cut out her tongue. And I even popped her eyeballs out of the socket just so I could piss in them.

Eventually, I started getting tired, so I just slit her throat and let her bleed out. I’ve turned my fishing cabinet into more of a butcher shop with a metal floor for easy cleanup. I just hosed off her remains and tossed her carcass out back for the bears and coyotes. They always act grateful for the food.

Nobody’s going to miss this bitch. My guess I just did the world a big favor. We have enough self-entitled cunts running around this world. She acted like a young Karen. And she needed to go. Plus, I needed to kill last night. So, I see last night as a win win situation

Torture Sex The Best Live Gaping Scenes of Hot Ass

There I was just coming to and out of an intense black out slumber. The night before I stumbled into an Torture sex party and quickly got taken. These big men grabbed me as soon as I walked through the doors.

Once they got me to the torture room with cameras all around I knew this may be my end. I have seen these dark web live cam movies of torture. And there I was restrained and stripped. There was a couple of big four legged beasts in the room along side the two Executioner looking men.

If I was anyone else I would be screaming and crying. However I was oddly turned on and fascinated on the plans. But I dared not try to speak. The first guy started to slap at my cunt and invited Bobo over. He was a furry big creature. First he sniffed and then I was mounted.

Once pushed down on all fours the beasts got their turns. Then I was whipped across my backside and strangled. The moment the belt went around my neck the bigger beast guy mounted me in the ass. That big throbbing dick I felt as though my asshole would rip.

Torture Sex

Then I started to fall in and out of consciousness before completely passing out. The night was really a fog but when I looked down at my tattered and bruised body I knew I gave a good show.