Category: Snuff sex

Daddy Made Me Fuck The Chair!

Torture SexWhen daddy got all drunk after Christmas dinner, he made me fuck his favorite chair! Daddy has made me do some fucked up things but over the weekend he made me do something I’ve never done before. Daddy made me fuck the arm of his favorite chair while he, my brother and his friends watched me. I was saying how much I hate the chair and its weird design, its an eyesore but daddy said the arm of the hair is kind of like a butt plug. He told me to take off my skirt and fuck the arm of the chair. At first, I laughed but daddy gave me a look to let me know that he would beat me if I didn’t do it, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. He told me I better make my pussy squirt; he wanted me to put on a show. I humiliated myself humping the arm of that chair, my stocking covered pussy was wet because I knew daddy would force fuck me if I squirted for his guests.Teen Rape Porn

Forced to make Ass rape porn for the holidays

I was too intoxicated at a holiday party, and I went to a room to pass out. When i woke up i was being surrounded by a whole bunch of guys and my ass hole was being fucked. They were making Ass rape porn. I tried to fight him off me, but he had a knife to my throat. They were cheering as I was getting pounded hard, screaming that I better get ready to be gangbanged and have it filmed. I felt his dick go deeper in my ass as his hands wrapped around my neck. He started strangulating me while ripping my ass open. I passed out and woke up with my face being pushed onto the bed and I was suffocating. They were two dicks inside me and i was being fucked like a blow-up doll. When they saw I was awake, they forced another dick in my mouth. I was so drunk and weak I couldn’t fight back or even move. I swallowed a few loads of cum before I felt my asshole and pussy get filled up. I thought it was over but there were more dicks being shoved in my mouth and holes. I passed out again and they woke me up by slapping me over and over as they fucked me. I could smell blood and I knew my holes were starting to bleed from the pounding.

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But it wasn’t going to be over until they all fulfilled their Rape phone sex fantasies. I let them keep fucking me until the last guy started squeezing on my neck harder and harder. Everyone cheered and said they wanted to see me go limp and never wake up again. I passed out and woke up in a ditch. Somehow, I have a chance for pay back. 

Gangbang Rape Porn on Christmas Eve Because I am a Coke Whore

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn is not typical holiday fare. But then there is nothing typical about me. I look like a typical suburban housewife with her soccer mom SUV and 2.5 brats and a white picket fence. That is the illusion. Behind that picket fence, is a hot mess soccer mom who lives a lie. While my husband is at work and my boys are at school, I am doing dirty things to get coke. With it being the holidays, my husband and my sons are around all the time. I ran out of coke, however, Christmas Eve. I had to do some fancy talking to explain why I was leaving the house. I told my husband that I was going to help serve meals to the homeless. I thought he might want to go with, but luckily, he thought it was too cold outside for the boys, so he stayed home with them. I was in the bad part of town where homeless camps are, but I was making an ass rape porn with a bunch of men to get some coke. I was not being selfless. I am a greedy bitch. I want my coke and I will do just about anything to get it, including lying to my family and leaving the house on Christmas Eve. I was in this abandoned warehouse getting gangbanged by random men. No condoms. I even got smacked around a bit. Not the roughest sex I have had, but when it was all over, my ass was hurting. There had to be about 15 guys who took my asshole out for a spin. It was gaped open, partially prolapsed and oozing cum when I got back into my car to head home and pretend to be a normal soccer mom. My husband praised me for enduring the cold to serve the homeless. He thought I was sore from walking around downtown. If he only knew what a taboo phone sex whore I am… You won’t tell him, will you?

Follow My Snuff Sex Plan or Else

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When I’m providing the snuff sex fuck pigs for some deranged degenerate to dick down, I have to be the one who decides how the distressed damsels are dispatched.  Not because of my lust for blood or for anything overly psychotic, I just know how to kill a bitch without making too much noise, plain and simple.  I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves and when you mix murder with fucking, guys tend to forget about the world around them and go a little nuts.  You can’t trust that kind of energy to make sound decisions and I can’t have some idiot blowing my cover no matter how much he pays me for my sexy slaughter services.  I got a good thing going, here, I won’t let anyone fuck it up.

Case in point; this fucking guy.  He’s been renting my rotten little wretches to use and abuse for about a year or so, usually just sticks to typical torture and beating my kidnapped beauties up with his bare hands.  I was a little surprised when he asked for some sluts that he could slay while he smashed, but dark desires usually escalate in these guys, that’s just how perversions go.  He’s a pretty good client, usually follows my commands to the T, so I didn’t think that this jump would be too much for him.  I was wrong.

The plan wasn’t hard to understand, it was going to be a simple two girl motel strangulation.  He even told me he was excited to see the life in their eyes fade out as his hands squeezed tighter and tighter around their throats and their holes squeezed tighter and tighter on his rock hard prick.  I had them slightly sedated and partially stripped down just as planned.  He was supposed to slap them around and scratch them up or whatever before ripping their undies off and having his way with their incapacitated cunts and unaware assholes.  He said he was going to make sure he came as they were gasping for air and their eyes bulged out of their sockets, those were his exact words.  Nope.

He beat on them and shredded their bra and panties right off of them just as planned.  He pulled out his dick and, right before jamming it inside of one of those unconscious cum sluts, he pulled out a pistol and shot them both in the head.  POW-POW!  It happened so quickly, I didn’t even have time to react.  In the moment, all I could do was gather my things and split, self preservation kicked in and took over.  I ran out of the room as he was going to town on the bloody blonde, hunks of her brain slowly oozing down the headboard.  

It didn’t take long for me to compose myself, there’s no way I’ll ever be tied to it.  I was really mad at myself for not seeing it in the guy for a while, but I’m over it.  I put him on my long list of losers who deserve to die and his time will come soon enough.  No one fucks up my world like that and lives to revel in it.  If you want to have sex with dead bodies then I’ll provide you with every ounce of fuck pig flesh you need to get your rocks off, easy-peasy.  You better follow my murderous plan though, Pally.  I don’t enjoy running, it makes me mad.

 

Bondage Phone Sex is Never Boring or Basic with a Coke Whore

bondage phone sexIt is never just bondage phone sex with me. I should know better by now, but I do not appear to learn from my mistakes. I blame the coke. I get so high that my memory is bad. But it is also tunnel vision. I get desperate for a fix, especially around the holidays. I need more coke than normal to get through the holidays. The stress of shopping. The stress of my in-laws. The stress of trying to act like a normal woman is just too much. Cocaine is mommy’s little helper. I was looking at the city paper for photo shoots and other seedy things to make some money. I am not skilled for much other than being a whore. Being good at snuff sex does not translate into real world experience that will make me any money, LOL. I am a whore. Now, I make good money as a snuff whore, but I do not get paid daily and I need coke daily. I am not good with money which is why my husband forced me to get a job. But phone sex does not support my habit. I can out coke Al Pacino in Scarface. I have been doing coke more than half my life. I found a bondage model ad and I applied. It seemed off. It was in a seedy house in the rough part of town. When you are a druggy whore, however, nothing is too seedy for a fix. I was hired on the spot and almost immediately tied up. A bunch of men of mixed races were standing around me naked. Huge cocks dangling in my face. Another gangbang rape porn moment in the books. They pounced on me while I was tied down. Multiple cocks in a hole at a time. They pissed on me. They made me eat their hairy, musky assholes. They slapped me. They dripped hot wax all over my body too. For hours. No one was taking pictures. This was not a photo shoot. This was another dumb bitch moment. After hours of abuse, they let me go but I go no money. Just laughter. Now, I am back to square one looking for coke. I will do anything you want for a fix.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Fantasies are Strongest Over the Holidays

cannibalism phone sexThe holidays bring out men’s cannibalism phone sex fantasies. There are many Hannibal Lectors out there. Does that surprise you? Thanksgiving begins the cannibalism season. Men start looking at women as pieces of meat they want to eat. Literally, want to eat! I have a close friend who has always wanted to eat a young girl as part of his festive meal. So, he paid me to be his accomplice and we went hunting for the perfect meal. I was just happy it was not me. I have meat on my bones, but I have fake tits. When it comes t o cannibalism, you want a natural woman. No silicone tits. No Botoxed lips. No tattoos. I fail all three tests. Although I may not be the ideal meal for a man, I know what is and I know where to hunt for the ideal meal too. There is a college bar not far from where I live. We sat outside and acted as Uber drivers for drunken coeds. We gave a few rides until the perfect meal stumbled into our car. Do you have snuff sex fantasies that involve cannibalism? You can admit it to me. It is the perfect way to dispose of a body too. Now, when prepping the meal, you need to scalp and debone your meat. That all comes after you cook the meat though. This little drunk whore had nice big bouncy tits. She was a brunette. No tats visible. Nothing fake on her. She was still young enough that gravity is her friend. The perfect meal requires hunting and patience. You need to prep your meal. We have our meal in the basement soaking in butter and water to soften the skin. I will season her next. She will cook over an open flame with veggies for almost 24 hours so she is thoroughly cooked. She will feed more than just me and my partner in crime. Want to join us for one hot fantasy phone sex meal?

Why I Hate Christmas……

Violent Phone SexUnlike most people I will spend my Christmas being brutalized by my brother and father! My daddy is one sick and sadistic monster now that my mom has been dead for five years, my brother is just like him too. Ever since mom died on Christmas, leaving me and my older brother with our perverted daddy, we have been his victims ever since. Eventually after enough violent abuse my brother just joined in on beating me and the force fucking never stopped once it began. I’d be forced to take daddy’s hard cock because he said it was my fault mommy is dead, eventually I started to accept that I was a bad daughter. I started to like the pain and even looked forward to daddy stuffing his cock in all my holes…

I Live and Die to Pleasure You

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I had absolutely no idea what you wanted. You asked for my number, we met up at your place, and now I have my legs behind my head while you fuck me. You do not seem to be sufficiently satisfied by fucking my sexy body. It is like you need more and I was eager to give it to you. I sucked your cock and deep throated the entire dick down my throat so that I could choke on it and give you a show. Sucking on your cock makes you hard, but does not make you cum even once. I tell you that you can fuck me in any hole you like. First, you fuck me in my pussy. I moan and beg for your cock to pound me hard in my tight, wet pussy. Then, you shove your cock down my asshole and I beg you to fill up my tight little asshole with your cock. You do not cum inside me at all. I ask you what I can do to please you. You tell me that there is something you always wanted to do to whores like me who are so pathetic and desperate to please. I ask you what it is and you tell me to get on all fours and I will show you. Now, you are really ramming your cock inside me. I can hear you panting and truly enjoying it. It hurts me and I beg for you to stop and you won’t. I keep begging you over and over again and it is like you do not hear me. I cry for you to stop assaulting me, but that is the last thing that I say as I feel a knife slitting my throat and cum squirting on my back. I finally pleased you. 

No Place Like Someone Else’s Home for the Holidays

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There’s nothing like home invasion phone sex for the holidays!  I like Christmas just as much as the next brainwashed consumer, but do you really think I’m going to spend all of my time and money decorating and and doing my place up for the season?  Of course I’m not but I don’t want to deny myself cheer and merriment and all of that bullshit.  That’s why, every December, I find a fun little family to hold hostage and use to create the Christmas that I’ve always wanted, the Christmas I never had.

It’s never hard to get into a place, I just use my door to door hunting tactic.  I go from house to house early in the month under the guise of giving out free advent calendars to families in the area.  I don’t mess with the ones who simply take the calendars graciously and send me on my way.  Their reward for being both nice and cautious is their lives, though they’ll probably never realize that they had won anything other than a festive box full of chocolates.  The first bunch of suckers to ask me if I’d like to come in out of the cold and drink hot cocoa with them, they’re my mark.  Nice, maybe, but not very smart.  Not very smart, at all.

When you go into an unfamiliar dwelling and the inhabitants are right in front of you, you have to be very inconspicuous with how you case the place.  I’m always sure that everyone in the family is present before I let myself loose, I don’t want any surprise brothers or sisters popping up mere hours into my plan and ruining everything.  A quick glance at the family photos hanging on the walls does it.  Once everyone has gathered and we’re enjoying one another’s company over hot cups of chocolatey goodness, I let them all know that I have more to give them than advent calendars.  Indeed, I have some really bad things in store for them for the holidays.

Mom and Dad will always react in one of two ways when I tell them I’m there to make sure their Christmas is hell, scoff or laugh.  Both responses are met with a ball peen hammer to the hand so they know I’m serious.  Everyone will scream, some of them will try to run.  To get quick control, I wrap Dad up in a choke hold, whip out my straight razor and tell everyone I’ll slit his throat if they move one more muscle or let out the tiniest of peeps.  Show the family that Dad is powerless against you and they’re all yours.

I have the offspring bind their parents, without variation.  I force the boy or boys to perform fellatio on their father and jack off all over their mother’s face while the girl or girls and I watch.  For days, the parents, bound the entire time, get violated and penetrated by their sons while the daughters and I watch.  After a week or so, through our many talks and shared observations, the girls start to understand my reasoning behind creating the ultimate suffering in their parents.  Stockholm syndrome at its finest.  A couple of weeks into the holiday hostage situation and they’re barking out orders and torturing their parents just like I would.  Even give their brothers some heavy handed treatment without any suggestion on my part.  It’s kind of crazy how it always works out in the same manner, as though I’ve tapped into some psychological nerve of fucked up families that lets me play them all like puppets.  That’s the best Christmas present I could ever get. 

Of course I have to off the whole clan when I’m done.  I like to do it by the new year, start the next one out fresh, but sometimes I have a little too much fun with my holiday families and stick around well into January.  The sister I befriended this year is crazy as hell, she’s going to kill her mom before Christmas even gets here if I don’t cool her out a little.  I guess worse things could happen, but I want her to be around to get her big present… watching her very own dear little ones tear their father to pieces as he screams and cries and begs for mercy.

 

Use me master

Daddy, I want to have my holes fucked so hard till they fucking bleed. You know I am into snuff sex. It feels so good. I am so fucking addicted, and I can’t help myself. My ass stretched and completely fucking fisted. Whenever I get drugs in my system, I can’t  think baby.snuff sexThe only thing I want is to be fucked up so hard.

My hot holes belong to you. I tell my master that all the time. I am a used-up skank that wants drugs and a master to discipline me and fuck me over to the point where I am about to take my last breath. 

My master can bring all his friends over, and they can all fuck me till I can’t take it anymore, and they finally end me.