Category: Snuff sex

Castration Phone Sex Because Some Men Need to Be Destroyed

Castration phone sex is something that I offer as a way of destroying men. Let’s fucking get with the times, men are overrated with their damned dicks. In fact I have encountered one too many that think with nothing more than a dick brain. It’s really pathetic.

So ultimately I chose to play their game by my rules. A little switch up of what they do, and have done for decades. Going out and preying on women to get some ass. Well, I choose to go out and hunt for castration worthy individuals.

Obviously this means the guys I will be consuming are going to be of high standards. Fucking guys that think their money allows them to take that pussy. Well, my sadistic needs allows me to take their dicks and balls.

Honestly these guys don’t deserve to procreate and so castration is best. However I rarely stop at slicing open those ball sacks. Nope I need to just cut the fucking tool of rape fantasies right off. This excites me to make their dicks into dildos for my collection.

Castration phone sex

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.  

Gangbang Rape Porn is The Only Way This Old Whore Can Earn Money

gangbang rape pornI’ve made a lot of gangbang rape porn in my life. However, none of that was completely consensual. But I guess that’s the point, right? Men don’t want to do it if the woman’s into it. And they don’t want to watch it if it’s clearly looking like she’s begging for this to happen to her.

Most of the porn I’ve done qualifies in my mind as desperation porn. Stuff that I have done simply to earn money to get cocaine or to get myself out of some sort of trouble. The fastest way to money is using your body as a woman. But the older you get , the more used you get, and you can no longer command the same amount of money that you once could. So, you must start doing the more extreme shit. You need to start doing the stuff that you see on snuff phone sex sites.

I needed money badly this weekend. And oddly enough, I did not need money to buy cocaine. I had plenty of that. However, I wrecked my husband‘s Lexus under the influence. No bad weather to blame it on. And I didn’t think my husband would believe somebody hit me. So, I needed to earn some money to fix it. But this body shop that could do the work quickly for an extra fee before my husband came home from his business trip wanted 10 grand and I did not have 10 grand.

When I Need Money, I Can Use My Old Body

So, I went down to the wrong part of town and started selling my fuck holes. I told every guy anything goes. And if they wanted to be rough, it was $100 more. That’s how I made my money offering rough sex. Telling these random Johns they could do anything to me.

 One guy, a bus driver for a public school, wanted to buy the football team the opportunity to gangbang an old MILF. And that’s how I made most of the money to pay this body shop. Everybody pulled their resources, and I got about five grand out of them. But they did fuck me hard. They tied me up and force fucked my ass, my mouth and my pussy. Teen boys getting all their aggression out on this sexy mommy.

And they got rough with mommy. Choking me, gagging me, spitting on me, fisting me, even pissing on me. A few of them punched me, slapped me, kicked me too. But at least I had coke to get high. If my husband came home from his business trip and saw his prized car, looking like that he would know his wife still used coke. So, I had to take the abuse. I had to be their ass rape porn whore.

My Body Can Handle More Than You Would Expect

It went on for hours because I let them pay more money for round two. Perhaps I liked it more than I thought I would because of their age. These young teenage boys reminded me of my own sons. And these boys treated me like nothing more than a piece of meat. Mommy fuck meat to abuse. So young yet so full of aggression and hatred towards a mature woman. That both excited me and scared me at the same time.

I spent the better part of 12 hours down in the warehouse district letting men abuse me for a fee. Nobody fucked me quite as hard as that group of teenage boys and the bus driver, but all my holes got stretched and filled with cock and cum. And I earned enough money to fix my husband‘s car before he came home from his business trip. Once again, I used my body to dodge a bullet.

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.

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!

Some Snuff Movies are Real and I Can Tell the Difference

snuff moviesI love watching snuff movies. Sometimes I see movies, and I recognize a girl. A girl like me made this sort of snuff flick for money. And I know they are fake. But then occasionally, I will see one with a girl that I knew from the circuit who just disappeared. I never saw her again. And it left me wondering if I watched a real snuff flicks like 8 mm.

I decided to do a little sleuthing recently with the Help of a guy I party with. About five years ago, I met this young runaway named Abby. Hooking on the street proved too dangerous for her. One guy broke her arm. And another one broke her jaw. Snuff films might get rough, but nobody would break her bones or steal her money. Plus, she could make a lot more money just doing one snuff porn every couple weeks than she could probably in a month of hooking on the streets.

Then she just disappeared. And I feared one of her Johns killed her. I thought maybe she went back to prostitution until I saw the snuff film that looked so real. And she was the star. My party friend and I did some sleuthing, and it led us to this underground snuff studio that I never even knew existed. But now I know why. It’s for private collectors.

Sometimes, I Recognize a Girl in a Snuff Film Who I Never Saw Again

Men pay good money for a one and done film. That’s just a way of saying that it was a real snuff film and the victim did not survive. I don’t know how Abby ended up here, but I felt somewhat responsible for leading her into the world of snuff because I thought it would be safer for her. But I inadvertently caused her death.

I still wanted to know who was behind the snuff studio, though. So, I did some more sleuthing. And I almost got myself killed. It led me to this guy who used to work with my very violent ex master who kept a bunch of young girls and sex slaves, then killed them when he no longer had use for them.

But I bought my freedom, one young girl at a time. And this guy worked for my master as his right-hand man. He supposedly took care of the bodies for master. But apparently, he let a few of them live long enough to sell them to the highest bidder and make a snuff movie with them, letting the private collector kill her.

I Can Help You Make a Real Snuff Film

He caught me snooping around, and I saw that look in his eye. I feared I would be next. But I am scrappy. I’ve been on my own since my teens. I survived an abusive father. And I survived life on the streets. Then I survived snuff sex movies and my former master. So, I knew I could survive this guy too. I made a deal. But first, I explained how I ended up at his studio. And I told him he needed to hide his identity better since I found him in a few days.

I explained that I could help him find the talent for his snuff movie operation. And I could help him better hide his tracks. If his former partner, my former master, ever discovered that he did not instantly do away with the girls he ordered him to kill he would end up dead too. And he knew that was true. So now I have a new partner in crime. And we are going to make beautiful violent one and done real snuff flicks together. So, if you need a certain talent for your violent perverted needs, I know I can find you the right starlet,

Create Gangbang rape porn stars & turn them to snuff slaves

Gangbang rape porn stars are created by me, the Queen of Filth! My kingdom is built upon the very foundation of vice – the sweet, nectar-like aroma of a little girl’s untouched cunt wafting through the air, beckoning me closer. And when I find one of these innocent, naive little whores, I swoop in like a raven, claiming her as my own. Gangbang rape pornI take great pleasure in breaking in my new playthings. I spank their tender bottoms until they’re a rosy red, their tears of pain never ending. I parade my freshly-broke-in whores in front of the vilest, most depraved men I can find – the kind with dicks as thick as tree trunks and a hunger for young, tight flesh that can barely be satiated. And on command, I release my girls into the clutches of these monsters, watching with sadistic glee as they’re stretched to the limit, their little holes pounded into submission.
I’ve turned these little sluts into the perfect Torture sex slaves, and when one is deemed too defective to continue serving, I make sure to give them the ultimate degradation. This slow, agonizing death only adds to the depravity. And I’m the wicked call-girl who makes it all happen, coaching these cruel scenes as the squalid rape and torture unfold.

Take Me To Rena’s Kidnapping Snuff Phone Sex Fantasy

snuff phone sex renaMy snuff phone sex fantasy this weekis a twisted and dark one, filled with taboo desires and extreme pleasure. It all starts with me, dressed in my sexiest lingerie, where my ass is banging and my tits are young and perky.  You have me in the old warehouse far away from town, stroking your cock hard on way over as I was bound and gagged in the back.

“Are you ready for this?” You ask softly as you approach me. Your voice sends shivers down my spine despite myself; there’s something about your presence that excites me beyond belief. I nod eagerly, unable to tear my eyes away from the blade or suppress a small moan at the thought of what’s about to happen.

You begin by cutting off my bra slowly, revealing my perky breasts tied tightly together with red ribbons – symbolizing passion and sacrifice. As you move downwards towards my panties covered crotch area where I am achingly aroused already from anticipation alone ,I can feel myself getting wetter by the second . “Please,” I whisper hoarsely as you slice through them too ,freeing my most intimate parts completely exposed for your viewing pleasure .

Without further ado ,you push two fingers deep inside me causing intense pleasure mixed with pain coursing through every nerve ending . “Oh god yes!” I cry out loud as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me . You then lean down and take one of my nipples into your mouth ,sucking hard while using your free hand to stroke my clit rhythmically until I’m on the brink of orgasm . Just when I think it can’t get any better ,you pull away from me suddenly causing a sharp pang in my chest where you had been sucking so intensely .

“No! Please don’t stop!” I beg but you ignore my pleas as you move behind me and position yourself between my legs. The anticipation is killing me as I feel the cold steel against my wet folds before finally penetrating deep inside with one swift thrust . It hurts but it feels so good at the same time; an indescribable mix between pain and ecstasy coursing through every cell in my body . As we begin our twisted dance together ,I can feel myself getting closer to climax again despite being violated in such a way

Sadistic phone sex doesn’t stop after they’re dead

Sadistic phone sex Sadistic phone sex gives you the nasty truth you’ve been holding in. Let it go, after all, you found me, and I am here to help. So now we have a bunch of little darlings to play with, each looking at us desperately. Too bad that is a huge turn on for both of us.
I want your cock thick with their mucus. I’ll guide it into each of their mouth, and if they don’t act like good little sluts, they get my blade. A nice slice on a pretty little eye always does the trick. I know you like to take your time with them, but I want to get knee deep in blood. I can’t help myself, and we have so many anyway. I need some of the other little slave whores to watch me saw their friend’s head off. The screams themselves are enough for me to cum.
Her soft, tiny neck will cut like hot butter with my brand new machete; it will happen so quickly. That’s why I’ll use my rusty blade on the most annoying of the sluts. The loudest bitch out of the group is perfect for it. I’ll take my time with her, and you can shoot a load on her face right before she dies. Oh, those squelching sounds are so sweet, and the blood mixed with your cum is even better, creme de la creme of Torture sex, Daddy! I’ll get your cock hard again because Momma wants to see your P. Cock fuck her neck stump.