Category: Suffocation phone sex

Snuff Phone Sex Death Wishes Come True with Me

snuff phone sexUsually when I get snuff phone sex calls, I am the victim or the accomplice. But Gerard wanted a sexy blonde bimbo snuffing him out. He seemed more enlightened than most of the men who I encounter on my phone line or in the club. Gerard told me his cock measured around 3-inches erect. That’s worthless to any woman. But this guy has a good income. Likely he could find some gold digger who values money more than sexual pleasure.

But I had no problem being in the driver’s seat since I am a sexy switch. Like most men, he simply lacks the balls to off himself. So, he needs a bitch to make him a snuff porn star. No skin off my nose if some small dick loser wants to die. One less small dick loser in the world, right?

If You Have a Death Wish, I Can Make it Cum True

Since I had my choice on how to kill him, I thought about it for a few minutes. And I decided to suffocate him with my hot ass and cunt. What a way to go, right? As I sat on his face, I slapped his dick and balls too. He had no choice but to lick and eat my pussy and ass. By the time his little dick and tiny balls turned bright red, I started to reduce his airway more. It is easy to do when you are tall and have great legs. I closed my thighs against his head to suffocate him.

And I could feel him struggling under my weight as I squeezed my legs like a boa constrictor.  I felt powerful.  Perhaps, too powerful. Killing a man can be an intoxicating feeling. Although he did fight me, I just squeezed my long nails into his ball sack. And that took the wind out of his sails. And before long he died from suffocation phone sex. My pussy dripped all over his dead body. It feels good to be a snuff princess. Maybe you can die next?

Fantasy phone sex brings you into the darkest desires

Fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex brings you into the darkest desires! Now, let me paint you a picture. I’m lying here on my bed, dressed in nothing but a dirty, ripped-up t-shirt and a pair of skimpy panties. My long hair is tangled and wild, and my smeared mascara gives me that just-fucked look. 

I’ve got a cigarette dangling from my lips, and I’m absently playing with a knife – tracing the blade over my skin, leaving little red lines in its wake. I’m wet, I’m ready, and I’m waiting for your call.

I want to hear it all – the things that make your stomach turn and your cock harden. The things you’d never admit to anyone else. Tell me your Murder phone sex Fantasies. The things that make you feel alive and dirty and guilty all at the same time. 

I learned to love slicing into the flesh of Master’s other girls. He makes me pick them out and allows me to show him how dedicated I am to his pleasure. He gets so hard when I stab deep into their flesh. 

And now I cum when I watch the life drains from their eyes. The sense of power it gives me is intoxicating. And when I’m done, I’ll drain your cock of every last drop of cum, making you scream my name as you fill my throat.

I live for the thrill of my Master, the smell of blood, and the taste of cum. I’m a sick fuck, and I love every minute of it. I can’t get enough of the feeling of a man’s hard cock filling my mouth, gagging me, making me choke on it. And when I can’t take it anymore, I puke all over it, and that little whore we’ve captured will be there to clean it up with her tongue.

Together, we’ll create our own Snuff movies and I’ll be your willing victim. We’ll explore every twisted scenario you can imagine. There is no safe word with me, it can be as rough and violent as your fantasies. I’ll scream and cry and beg for mercy!

 

Cheap Phone Sex with Nasty Whore Ursla

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Cheap phone sex is about the only thing I can do, because no one would want to pay full price for my nasty ass. I’ve learned that a whore like me is only good for one thing, and that’s for being used.  I’m the definition of ridden hard and put up wet. But the good thing is, I won’t fight back.

I’ll let you fuck the shit out of my ass as long as I’m getting paid for it. I’ll do everything you ask of me, shove a big dido up my ass dry, or put a safety pin through my clit so you can hear me scream in pain.

Whatever it takes to get you off, that’s my job. I’m a filthy disgusting piece of trailer trash that’s never been good enough for anyone. That’s why I’ve had to resort to cheap phone sex as a job. I gotta pay my bills somehow, right? So here I am, my flabby ass tits, my gaping hole of a pussy, and a loose asshole.

Sitting here ready to do whatever it is you want to do with me. You wanna rape me? That’s not possible.

You can’t rape someone who is already willing to give up her body for money. Is Sadistic phone sex on your mind? Tie me up? Sure, why not, it’s not like I’m going to scream or beg you to stop. I deserve whatever’s coming to me. Fuck my ass so hard till there’s blood all over your cock, and then make me lick you clean.

Use me as a toilet and piss all over me for all I care. Hell, you can even snuff me out if you want to, at this point I don’t even care anymore. I’m a worthless skank anyways. Once you choke the life out of me, you can use my lifeless corpse as a cum dumpster.

Just make sure you get rid of my body before I start to bloat and smell disgusting. I’m already putrid enough, better not let me sit in the hot summer heat or someone might figure out where I went. Sex with dead bodies is easier than someone bitching and complaining.

Suffocation phone sex

Suffocation phone sex is so sexy and makes me so wet. I cum every time within minutes. Sometimes I like to find the victim to do this to, to choke and to gag, but this specific act I love being done to myself.

                One night I had a client come home with me so we could get nasty and wild. He started out rough by slapping me around, mainly in my face. Then he ripped off my clothes, leaving me exposed in my sexy black thong and matching bra. He stuck his hands down my panties and started fingering my soft, smooth bald pussy. There was no guessing, he found the right spot on the first try and I got weak at the knees.

                He pushed me up against the wall and ripped off my panties. He got right up against me and put his huge cock inside me. At the same time, he put his big strong hand around my throat and squeezed tightly. I was gasping for air as I felt my body come to a climax. My body started to shake and cum ran out of my pussy. An orgasm while you can’t breathe, is unlike anything else.

Suffocation phone sex

Suffocation Phone Sex Fantasies Arouse Me

suffocation phone sexI enjoy suffocation phone sex. However, I need to be careful who I tell my fantasies to in real life. Some men make it their mission to make them cum true for me. Let me tell you about Daniel. We party together sometimes. Although he is not a dealer, he always has blow on hand and never minds sharing with me. But you must work for any and every bump you ask for. When we hooked up last night, to get my first bump, I had to share a dark fantasy. Since I am full of dark fantasies, I was not sure where to begin.

I shared with him the fantasy about a man or a woman face sitting on me so intensely that I lose consciousness. He gave me a bump. And I assumed we were good. Like it never dawned on me that he might try to suffocate me. I mean he is no snuff porn director. He is a middle-aged suburban pharmaceutical rep with a wife and three sons. He has the white picket fence and everything. Snuffing out bitches is not his thing. Or so I thought.

Never Tell Your Dark Fantasies to Men You Party With

He sat on my face while snorting lines. I could not breathe. All I could smell was his musky hairy ass. And I wanted to puke. Gross. The more I struggled, the more he sank himself into my face. And that made it harder and harder to breathe. I got lightheaded, and I think I passed out at one point. But he revived me. Used smelling salts to jolt me awake. However, he just jolted me awake to smother my face again. His balls blocked my nose. And his ass blocked my mouth.

Not sure why he wanted to do this. He may fuck me hard, but he has never abused me like this. Something got into my mild-mannered pharmaceutical rep. And he used me as his taboo phone sex whore. I passed out over 6 times. Each time revived, but what if he had not revived me? I guess everyone around me is capable of extreme violence. Even snuff.

Sadistic phone sex, give me your worst, make me suffer!

Sadistic phone sex

Let me give you a glimpse into the sordid and depraved world that I inhabit with Sadistic phone sex. Every day is a new nightmare, a new level of pain and humiliation that I never thought was possible. All for his twisted pleasure and entertainment. But at least he has the decency to give me his special powder to make things go a little easier. I guess I should be grateful for that small mercy, huh?

I was destined for a life of slavery and debasement. My Master saw to it that I was trained with only one purpose, to serve as a plaything for his sick and twisted desires. I was trained from a young age to submit to any and all demands, no matter how vile or degrading. My Master loves to inflict pain on me, the kind that makes me  wish for it all to end. 

He takes his sweet time doing it too, stretching out the torture for hours on end. He loves to  hook me up to a car battery, teasing me with little shocks and then he turns it on full blast. The shocks jolting down my body makes every muscle spasm in agony. And I can suffer for you just as much, you can give me all of your Rape phone sex fantasies!

He makes me tell him all of the worst punishments he has given me in the past. He knows how much I hate reliving the things he does to me and it gets him so hard. He only enters me when I’m drenched in sweat, my body a slippery mess of shame and self-loathing. He gets off on that look in my eyes, the one that says ‘just end it already’. But he doesn’t, He just keeps going. Always taking what he wants from me without a second thought.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve begged him to stop, to let me go. But it falls on deaf ears. I’m just a plaything to him, a slave to do with as he pleases. And I hate it. I hate every second of it. But what can I do? I’m trapped, both physically and mentally.

So I endure. I grit my teeth and take it, hoping that one day, somehow, I’ll be free from this life of pain and humiliation. But until then, I’m Marley, the victim slave whore, living at the mercy of my twisted Master. Let me fulfill your Snuff sex slave, make me suffer!

 

Sex with dead bodies is all he wants

Since my unc loves Sex with dead bodies, he would purposely knock me out and use my holes. “Come here little slut” he says to me as he pulls some rope out. “Close your eyes” he would instruct me to do. With fear in my body, I did as he asked. Once my eyes are closed my uncle rips my clothes off and starts to tie me up. “What a dumb little slut you are” he laughs as he puts me in the position he wants.

Sex with dead bodies

With my ass in the air and my face to the pillow I knew he was going to torture me. As he slams a dildo in my ass I try to scream but I can’t, my mouth is taped, and my uncle pushes my head down to the pillow. “There’s no point in fighting but if you do it makes it so much more fun for me” me unc says laughing. After some hard fucking of my ass, I could feel and smell blood dripping down my legs. Then I feel my uncle wrap his hands around my neck after he pulls the dildo out my ass.

After that he pushes his hard man cock in my butthole using the blood as lube. “You will see what bitches like you were made for” he says as he pounds my asshole. Then I feel my uncle start to suffocate me and squeeze on my neck. The pain from him thrusting his cock in my ass made me not notice how hard he was squeezing my neck.

Until I felt I could no longer breathe. I started to see stars and my body got weak. But my uncle’s pounding got harder too. As I passed out my uncle said, “that’s right bitch just stop breathing”. When I woke up, I was sore and dripping with his sperm. He just loves fucking a small limp body.

Suffocation phone sex up close and personal, fantasy rape?

            Suffocation phone sex up close and personal, fantasy rape? Tell me no. Then it will be hardcore. This girl wants to press her forearm into your jugular. Riding you until the end. It won’t be the first time or even the last time. After all I may have been sold to a gang but all they did was teach me how to really be nasty. Don’t want no short dick man. Not going to put up with vanilla crème sex with missionary. Shit that word is a curse word. One of the worst.

            Another key point is I am a killer. A killing machine that gets off on ending someone. Suffocation is very personal. Having the fantasy rape of you at the same time simply makes the thrill even better. Like knowing I don’t need to worry about protection. Never knew it was me in the first place. A little acid will eat through the dick. In fact, you can rest assured that as I prefer to watch you change colors as my forearm presses into your jugular. Your fingers get weak.

Suffocation phone sex up close and personal, fantasy rape?  Suffocation phone sex

           The air leaves your body slowly. Slippery tight wet pussy gripping your cock. Riding you. Making you want to gasp and keep going. The body is immobilizing. Feel the pop in the throat. Crushing the larynx. Tossing my head back. Now to ride you until you have suffocated yourself.

            That is the biggest kicker of them all now isn’t it. Crushing the larynx to make you suffocate yourself. How much eviler can a body be. Hidden depths and it does this pussy just aching to cum. Pulsating. You can even feel it. The harder I ride, the faster you die.

            Turning me into the Killer phone sex whore who decided a little fantasy rape to finish you off. Knowing that you are suffocating slowly and painfully.  As soon as I cum and you are gone going to quickly douse you in acid. Leaving no trace of me ever being there.

Ass Rape Porn on Mother’s Day Says I Love You Mom

ass rape pornFor Mother’s Day, I made an ass rape porn with my son. He brought me premium coke, to ease the pain while he beat me beautiful for our fans. Honestly, I still have not healed from our last encounter. So, now, I am sporting a mix and match look. Old bruises with fresh ones. And my body and face look like a mixture of black, blue, and purple bruises, which only arouses my boy more.

Seems like the older I get, the more abuse I can take. My asshole has so many miles, I need a butt blog or a thong to help keep it on the inside of my ass, not the outside. But of course, as soon as I arrived for my mommy makeover, my son forced me to remove my teeth and my butt plug. My asshole is his cock sleeve. A pretty pink cock sleeve. As soon as my asshole popped out, I heard the chimes. My boy buried my face in his cocaine. Then immediately went into the torture sex. Lots of men at home with mommy issues on Mother’s Day.

Boys Need a Mommy for Their Rape Fantasies

Immediately, I became his punching bag. Thank goodness the coke helped dull the pain because he wanted to put bruises on top of bruises. In between punches, he pissed in my mouth and nose, forcing me to drink his urine. When I saw the zip ties, I panicked a bit, and snorted more coke. First, he zip tied my tits. Then he put one around my neck like a choke collar. And I struggled to breathe. When he put the one on my prolapsed butt, I heard the barrage of chimes. His viewing audience knew what would come next.

With my asshole unable to retreat, my boy shoved his fist up his momma’s prolapse. My asshole engulfed his fist and the tips poured in. What happened next is a bit of a blur. Perhaps the coke or the concussion or both muddied my recall of the night. But I know he started punching my face and kicking me in the ribs while he pinned my arms and legs to the floor. He would take turns smacking me with his cock and his hands. Luckily, he let me snort some coke from the huge bowl.

Use My Prolapsed Asshole Like Your Cock Sleeve

He beat me retarded. In the full nelson pose, with my prolapse out, he rammed my head into the sheetrock wall. I saw stars. My boy used his mom like a battering ram, a toilet and a cock sleeve. I felt dizzy and disoriented after a few thrusts into the sheetrock wall. My boy concussed his mother. And his viewing audience egged him on. At one point I was suspended in the air by the sheetrock. My son rammed me so hard into the wall, I went through it. Blood trickled down my face and I saw stars.

My zip tied boobs hung down over the hole my body put in the wall. While my prolapsed ass hung on the other side. Even though I saw stars and heard chimes, my son did not care. I am his cash cow, his fuck meat, his toilet. But he loves me. Why else keep me coked up so I do not feel the pain. He placed a plastic bag over my head and battered up with the steel bat to treat my prolapsed ass like a pinata.

Two days later, I feel the pain of my boy’s rape phone sex fantasies. My shit pipe dangles on the outside even more than before. I have new bruises on top of old bruises. Perhaps, I have a concussion too. But I got my coke and on Mother’s Day. My boy loves me.

Ass Rape Porn Star Mommy Enjoys He Son Abusing Her During a Live Stream

ass rape pornIn exchange for my skinny powder, my oldest boy makes me his ass rape porn star. I’ve been his cash cow for years now. And my body has begun to show the wear and tear from our encounters. I live on cocaine. My body appears rail thin except for my big fake tits. My son bought me the tits and because of the abuse, he had to get them redone a few times. I am the only woman I know with an outie asshole too.

My son needed cash, so he wanted to live stream our session. As he turned the camera on, I heard the dings. But I remembered to take my false teeth out this time. He spit on my face, then tea bagged me which almost suffocated me with his big balls. As I struggled to breathe, my face began turning purple. But my son just laughed. Tears streamed down my face turning me into a raccoon as my makeup smeared. Suddenly, he pushed me off him. I sailed across the room. However, I landed near the big bowl of coke.

For what seemed like eternity, he pulled me like a rag doll mop across the floor by my prolapsed asshole. Some macabre torture sex game. I would get close enough to the bowl of coke but before I could sniff any, he pulled me back. His coke seemed always just out of reach for this battered old whore.

My Son Teases Me with Cocaine

As the chimes came in from his viewers, he would punch my prolapsed ass. He even stepped on my head. And he forced me to ask the viewers if I could get some coke. So, I pleaded with his at home viewers to let me snort some powder. With coke I can withstand much more abuse, I explained. And finally, he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke.

The only clothes I wore were some frilly schoolgirl white ankle socks. My body started turning various shades of blue and purple. After I got some coke in me, he started punching my soccer ball boobs. Perhaps, they are the only thing remotely perky on my old body.

When he wrapped the chain around my waist, I knew trouble was around the corner. He slipped on some brass knuckles and punched my fun bags until I thought they might explode. Would not be the first time he busted a boob. We played this sick game where he would lasso me with a metal chain and punch my boobs with the brass knuckles as he pulled me closer to him. Some morbid mommy son dance.

As he beat my ass and my prolapsed asshole, the chimes poured in. He but a suction pump on my outie asshole and swelled it up some more. That turned my prolapsed butthole into the perfect cock sleeve for my boy. He appeared to just be warming up. He tied me to the gangbang rape porn bench, and I knew I was in trouble. However, luckily for me, no other guests arrived to abuse my boy’s favorite fuck toy.

My Son Enjoys Teasing Mommy and Hurting Her Fun Bags

He tied my huge tits together under neath the bench. And my legs and arms, he fastened to the legs. I looked like an upside-down V.  But he did push the bowl of coke under my sniffer. I watched in horror as he picked up a steel bat. Batter up he said as he hit my shit pipe and tits like he was Babe Ruth. And in between home runs, he dipped his cock in my mouth to skull fuck me with so much force, I thought my neck might break in that bound position.

Once again, the chimes of tips poured in. But he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve, so he pushed his erect cock into my outie asshole.  However, in the middle of fucking my prolapsed asshole, my boy ripped me off the bench, tossed me across the room, and put a plastic bag over my head. But he tore a small hole in the side, which I thought was to let me breath a little.

But he put his dick through the hole and pissed into the bag. He did not want suffocation phone sex. He wanted to drown me in his piss. Once his pissed came above my nose I only had one choice. Swallow his piss or drown. So, I gulped his piss down to breathe again. But the chimes multiplied. Next thing I know, my son’s cock is in my piss hole pumping in and out.

A Battered and Bruised Mommy Just Took His Abuse

My boy pumped away at my urethra while shoving his fist up my asshole. My bladder and asshole took a beating. And the plastic bag did not let me breath much. He took turns hitting me in the face and punching my tits. And my eyes started to swell shut, and I think I passed out for a minute. And miss the fun? My son would not allow that. So, he punched me awake. Then he turned me into his sock puppet. With his fist all the way in my cunt, I looked like some lifeless skeleton fuck puppet thrashing about on his hand.

Thankfully, I knew it was almost over. As he took turns punching my head, tits and stomach, his dick dripped precum. Suddenly, he bounced me off the floor giving me a likely concussion. I thought he had finished. The sudden movement felt like he was done with me for the time being. But no. He grabbed my throat, pulled me up off the floor and came down my throat with such force, it felt like a shotgun went off.

Another visit from my son left me battered, swollen and bruised. Every session he gets more and more violent. Perhaps, one day he will visit me, and I will not bounce back.