Category: Strangulation phone sex

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 Is The Best Porn to Edge To

Gangbang rape porn is pretty fucking hot and excites me greatly. When I get a glimpse of all that dick in a little fuck whores body I get jealous. Undoubtably my love of getting banged out to my death is the biggest high of all.

Gangbang Rape Porn On The Dark Web is a Sadistic Dream

One night I was just scrolling through Dark web snuff blogs and porn feeds when the need came on strong. It is this very sadistic man in black leather that triggers something in me, every time.

Naturally his extreme sadistic way he slid that big shiny blade up inside the banged out whores vagina excited me. When the blood started to glisten on the blade I went at rubbing my cunt out fiercely. Without hesitation I reached for a knife and started to slide it inside my own hole.

Then as I came hard with a little slit on my own clit I knew I needed more. That’s when I decided to go down to this seedy nightclub where I knowingly will find myself in a bad situation, quickly. Especially since I dress like a little whore.

From the moment I stepped into the darkness of the club I felt my heart thumping. As I scoped out the scene I moved towards the bar. Then I caught a glimpse of this guy. Naturally his eyes fell on me, and I will be his this evening.

Finally this dark stranger approached me and handed me a drink. And I knew exactly what was about to happen. As I sipped the drink I was already getting wet. Truth is I am well aware of what is in the drink.  I would lose all consciousness. That is if I haven’t built up the tolerance, ha ha.

Consequently, I in fact am still weak with no resistance to the drug. In the end I awoke restrained in a room where this stranger was standing over me smiling. Upon looking down at my body I could see all the blood and cum staining my pale cut and bruised flesh.

All I could do is mouth the words fuck me dead.

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Strangulation Phone Sex Where Layla Enjoys Being Choked Out

Strangulation Phone SexSteam clouds the bathroom, wrapping me in warmth as the water slides over my skin. I’m lost in the rhythm of the shower when a sharp noise makes me freeze… a soft creak of the floorboards. My pulse jumps, and a wicked shiver runs through me. My heart races, but it’s not fear… it’s excitement, tingling, hot, and delicious.

I bite my lip, imagining him… the intruder… mask hiding his face, hands tracing just the outline of my body. I gasp softly and think about the way we played earlier, how even the fantasy of him teasing me brings the memory of Strangulation Phone Sex to life, making me wetter, shivering, aching for more. Every step he takes sends a thrill curling through me, every imagined touch igniting me from head to toe.

I let out a soft moan when he presses against me, careful, teasing, letting me feel his weight behind me. My hands wander over myself as I tremble, imagining every teasing brush of his hands, every touch that makes me moan into the steam. I tilt my head back, lips parted, letting my body arch, needing, wanting more.

The tension coils tighter as he whispers filthy, naughty things only I can hear… words that make me shiver and whimper, imagining his hands everywhere, teasing me, making me tremble. I moan low, needy, loving every second, letting the fantasy play out as if it’s real, letting myself melt against him.

I imagine him gripping me tighter, pressing me against the wall of the shower, teasing, making me shiver, moan, beg. My breaths are fast, shallow, broken by soft, dirty little gasps. Every imagined touch, every whisper, every hot, teasing movement makes me ache, desperate, dripping, lost in the lust of it all.

I arch, quivering, imagining him pulling me closer, holding me just enough to drive me insane, letting me come undone under the weight of the fantasy. My moans fill the shower, echoing, urgent and raw, soft little cries of pleasure that only belong to him… and me.

I then give in to him loving the way he chokes my neck roughly, he knows exactly how I like it and why it makes my pussy super wet. I lean back under the water, imagining him slipping away, leaving me hot, dripping, craving, and desperate for the next time we play, knowing this wicked little fantasy is ours to replay, again and again.

 

Evil Phone Sex is The Best w/a Seductive Goddess Killer

Evil phone sex goddess Morticia hunts at night. And when I am hunting any man may fall into my trap. And when you do fall into my trap you fall under my spell.

When I am out stalking for fresh blood, and flesh my mind is focused and my cunt is wet. What’s more arousing than having a man’s pride and power wither under my spell? Well, I tell you nothing! It’s the most delicious thing. Well next to the taste of blood from my victim with the mixture of arousal and fear.

Evil Phone Sex Makes My Sadistic Needs Fed… Slightly

First guy that approached me took a total of two minutes of me entering the Black Rose. As he slid in next to me at the bar he took it onto himself to buy my drink. With great annoyance I asked him what made him think I needed charity?

Obviously, this guy thought he was some kind of smooth operator. So all I could think next is to get to the point. So I asked if he wanted a blowjob. Smiling as sweetly as I could but my eyes certainly twinkled with evil.

When we got outside I asked him where his car was. And we went to it. Well, it was clean and a luxury sedan with leather seats. As I slid in the passenger seat I asked if he would prefer we go back to his place. With hopes that it would be sound proof and that we are alone.

And my hopes were accredited with a nice little warehouse that was all his. Then I noticed that we were the same. His set up was rigged with a hidden dungeon and there I found some sweet young pussy. When he tried to push me down and overtake me I slipped my knife out and stabbed him.

Snuff Sex is just the most amazing fun

First stab was to the nuts. The next cut with be his neck. As he gurgled and bled out I went to that young piece of ass. Then I texted one of my perverts the address and finished off my prey.

Once I rode the dick to my own delight I severed his head completely. As I finished with his dick I cut it off as well. After all I need my trophy. And the girls well the pervert arrived and took his use of her as well. But only after I cut her head off and pissed down her throat right onto his dick.

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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.

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Layla Loving Her Space Invaded

Home Invasion Phone SexThe door swings open and I freeze, already trembling. Home invasion phone sex had always been my favorite, but this time it felt sharper, rougher, exactly what I craved.

He steps in, smirking, eyes scanning me like I’m property he can claim at any second. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper, dropping to my knees instantly, because this is what I’m good at and I don’t fight it anymore.

He laughs, low and dangerous, and grabs my hair, tilting my face toward him. “You really will let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, trembling. “Anything.”

He enjoys it… the way I lean into him, the way I give up control, letting him see exactly how much I want to be taken advantage of. Every gasp, every whimper, every shiver is proof I belong here, in this chaos, in his hands.

“Look at you,” he says, shaking his head. “So greedy, so weak… and you love it.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Don’t stop.”

He smirks and keeps me on my knees, laughing softly as I stay there, marked and trembling, desperate for more. I let him guide me, humiliate me, push me, and I lean into it because this is what I want… even if I shouldn’t.

Scared but enticed, I’m gasping, flushed, and completely used. I stay kneeling, quiet and grateful, letting him enjoy exactly what he’s taken.

I don’t need to be special. I don’t need to be cared for. I just need this… the control, the roughness, the feeling of being consumed.

And as long as I stay like this… helpless, greedy, and obedient… I don’t lose a thing.

Torture phone sex is all I want for Xxxmas

Torture phone sexTorture phone sex than dancing snowflakes or some fat guy giving out presents. I think the only good part about this holiday season is the fact that it’s so easy for me to find victims.

All I crave is forcing little bald pussy on your hard on.

Daddy needs a loyal accomplice. I know what you like, and I enjoy going on the hunt.
Flat chest, hairless cunt, and big, beautiful, blue, tearful eyes! You want a pretty little blondie to defile.

Well, I got her tied up on the bed, naked, and her cunt is really wet. I wanted to be a good girl for you, so I’ve been fingering her bald cunt for a while. I think the blood will feel excellent coating your cock.

It’s so much fun to watch you go feral on that little piece of meat. The moment I push your dick into her bloody pussy, you thrust with so much force, I think you instantly broke her hips. Your cock totally impaled her.

I’ve never seen anything like it.  When the blood started to pour out of her mouth, I knew she didn’t have long. Your cock is too powerful for this dumb slut, but we are going to draw this out. So here we are, your cock pounding into her, and me riding her little, stupid face.

Damn, the feeling of the blood gushing in my pussy hole is so good. I couldn’t hold it, and I squirted in that bitch’s dying throat. We’ll fuck her into a Snuff sex victim. The gore will be extravagant, and after she‘s stiff, I think we should use her. I want you to fuck me on her cold, dead body. Shoot enough sperm in me to fill my womb so we can make you a proper sex slave!

Strangulation Phone Sex For The Best Strange Pleasures

Strangulation phone sex is how I enjoy  celebrating Christmas. Under the Christmas tree, amid all the pretty lights, a victim’s ass is tapped out hard.
When your hands wrap tight around my neck, it’s intense. But while that dick pounds into my ass, squeezing harder with every thrust, it excites you even more.
Plenty of celebrities, musicians, and artists have died from autoasphyxiation—or autoerotic asphyxia, as they call it.
It’s when you restrict oxygen to your brain for that heightened sexual rush. Obviously, it’s a dangerous kink.
And yes, this kink kills. A few years back, I discovered something dark about myself. My craving to be strangled was intensely arousing.
That intense rush—the oxygen slipping away, the edge of blacking out—while you violate my ass. This sends me into pure bliss.
Obviously, I like to cum hard, and this fantasy is one that blurs the line of reality. And diving deeper into the obsession, I was aware of the danger.
However, I threw myself into risky situations on purpose. First, I chased the real danger of losing my life.
Then, I hungered for that moment when consciousness fades, and the rape fantasy takes over.
Call it what you want—it makes me cum harder than anything else. Ultimately, I wanted to feel something intense.
But this became a greater pleasure alongside the anal sex fantasies of being snuffed.
Strangulation phone sex

Taboo Phone Sex Whores Never Lead Dull Lives

taboo phone sexThe life of a taboo phone sex whore never seems dull. And that’s because we only look like soccer moms. But we never act like them, at least not in the traditional sense. I go through a lot more cocaine over the holidays than I do any other time of the year.

And that always leads towards poor decision making. Earlier, trying to get cocaine, I found myself on a live auction feed where men planned on selling me to the highest bidder for God knows what. I dodged that bullet, but I came under fire again, two days later.

With my sons inviting so many bonus boys over for the holiday weekend I needed energy to keep up with them. Coke gives mature women the energy they need to keep up with young teenage lovers.

Plus, I had to deal with my sisters-in-law too. And that’s never pleasant for me. After all these years and two sons later, they still think of me as a trashy gold digger. And just for the record I no longer spend my husband ‘s money on cocaine. I earn it the old-fashioned way, even if it puts me in harm’s way.

This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine

I met with this drug dealer recently who I try to avoid. He’s one of the biggest producers of snuff porn in my state. But he’s known for paying a woman very well to star in one of his films. The problem is you might end up with a broken bone or two because he likes his films to look real. So, I know it’s always a gamble with him, but I also know he’s legit. Just violent. He appeared happy to see his favorite redheaded soccer mom too. He told me he planned on calling me to make me a sweet deal.

A very rich collector of snuff films reached out to him. He wanted a violent mommy son video where the son explores his rape fantasies for his mommy on film. But he would punch mommy, kick mommy and restrain her while destroying her fuck holes. I’m no stranger to rough sex. And I needed his money because I was starting to lose my energy. Plus, I ran out of Coke the night before. I needed this gig as much as he needed a willing, redheaded soccer mom.

One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead

Luckily, the film lasted no more than an hour. But I did not escape unscathed. I did get my cocaine though. A huge bag of it too, but I earned every penny of it. My costar punched me and violently fucked my pussy and ass. This felt like an extreme ass rape porn. Destroyed my butt hole on film with his monster cock and even his fist.

I still have ligature marks around my neck from where he tried to strangle me. I needed to wear a turtleneck, so my husband did not see the marks. He broke a couple of ribs and my nose too. So, I told my husband I fell down the stairs.

I survived, but I look like I met Mike Tyson in the ring. But luckily, I have a big bag of cocaine for all the pain. And I’m a creative liar. I can make my husband believe anything. I’m sure he does not want to know what a truly sick bitch he married. I willingly endured that kind of pain just for a fix. And I will do it again in a couple days too.