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Torture phone sex loving slut Stephanie wants to play!

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Master called me to invite me over for some naughty playtime with his newest toy.

This one was a young school girl that he snatched up while she was walking home one day.

After days of him using her as his torture doll, fuck toy slave he was finally finished with her.

I showed up to help him snuff her out and clean up the bloody, gory mess that he made of her.

Before we took care of business, he let me have my fun torturing her.

Her pussy and ass were already ripped and shredded into one big hole.

Master had ripped almost all of her hair out and beaten her so badly that she could barely move.

That didn’t bother me at all.

In fact, her attempts at screaming only made my pussy more wet!

I snipped off her fingers with garden shears and stuffed them into her mouth.

Forcing them down her throat, I made her swallow every one of them whole.

Then, I clipped her toes off and stuffed those down her throat too.

Master had already torn her lips off, cut out her tongue and busted out her teeth so she couldn’t chew them.

After cutting and slicing whatever I can from her mutilated body, I turn my attention to the branding irons Master has sitting in the fire.

I grabbed one of those red hot irons from the fire and pressed it into her nipple.

Her skin sizzled and bubbled as the iron melted into her titty.

She kept passing out from the pain and I kept kicking her to wake her back up again.

As she lie there floating in and out of consciousness, Master grabbed me from behind.

His hard dick pressed into my soaked slit and sunk right into my drenched fuck hole.

While I kept burning, kicking and torturing his little victim bitch, he was drilling my pussy.

After he filled me with nut, I squatted over that stupid bitch and pushed it all out onto her face.

Then I doused her in gas, struck a match and let her burn to a crisp.

She’s not the first and she won’t be the last.

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Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Makes Prolapsed Anal Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornI showed up to audition for an ass rape porn that would pay a lot of money. I needed the gig. Plus, I knew I would be perfect for it. In auditions for a legitimate snuff or rough sex videos nobody fucks you, but you do have to toy with your ass and show the director that you can handle things in the butt.

The cocaine diet keeps me thin. And eons of rough sex even violent sex keeps my ass loose. But I am getting older. And I’m competing with barely legal girls. That’s why I often need to seek out less legitimate movie directors. I did not get the part I auditioned for. However, I did get a recommendation to see this other snuff porn director who I never worked with before.

So, when I showed up at the abandoned warehouse for my addition, I felt a little nervous. You never know what you might get with a new person behind the camera. And I never know when I enter these situations if it might be my last audition. But this time I needed to put more than a butt plug in my ass. When I pulled my butt plug out, the director looked at me like a hungry vulture.

Now I felt nervous. He saw my prolapse and suddenly couldn’t control himself. Apparently, a woman’s prolapsed asshole acts like his kryptonite. He grabbed something off his desk. Then he charged me and pinned me against the wall. I knew this might get ugly. He turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve, much like my stepson does. He turned into a horny teenage boy at the side of my prolapse.

My Prolapsed Asshole Has Become My Meal Ticket

While fucking my prolapse he told me about a series of prolapsed anal porn he made. And how he’s been looking for a new model to make another series. He offered me a lot of money. And I thought about it. I will ever get back the asshole of my youth. Too much damage. Too much action. Why not star in a bunch of prolapse hardcore ass fucking movies. At least this man fucked me more gently than my stepson. He did not fuck my prolapse with icy hot. Instead, he used regular lubrication.

But he told me if I would make a test to video with him right then and there and I would earn $1000. That would buy me enough coke for the week or maybe even two weeks. So, I said sure. And he bent me over his desk with my hands tied behind my back and started shoving all sorts of different objects into my prolapsed asshole. At least he let me get high, so I could dull the pain.

Up until that day, I did not realize men had rape phone sex fantasies for a prolapsed asshole. But apparently, they do. And apparently it can be a profitable market. So, I signed a contract. And I got a little taste for what it feels like to be a prolapse ass porn star. We start filming next week. At least he gave me enough money to buy coke, so I don’t need to endanger myself again until we start filming. But I just know my asshole will take a major beating, However, that’s nothing new.

Knife Play Phone Sex Who Isn’t Afraid to Put my Life on the Line!

Knife Play Phone Sex

I love Knife Play Phone Sex with a man who isn’t afraid to put my life on the line.

A man who will hold a knife to my throat while he force fucks me, shoving that cock so far inside me.

Face fuck me until I’m choking and gagging on your fat hog!

Threat to slice my neck and fuck the wound hole.

My life is in your hands, Master.

I will suck your cock and a sharp night to your balls.

Threatening to shop your ball sack off while I drain you of all your jizz.

If you don’t cum, every drop, down my throat, you can kiss your beautiful heavy balls goodbye.

Two can play this game, Daddy! 

 

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

I’m an Official Member of the Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Club

babysitter phone sexBeing part of the bad babysitter phone sex club, I find enjoyable. Honestly, desperate couples hire anybody. I have several different profiles on babysitting sites and I list myself as more of a last-minute babysitter. You know when plans fall through with the regular sitter, I can be the fill in. My profile comes with excellent fake references that can be verified. And pictures of me looking drastically different from my normal platinum blonde big titted looks.

When Oliver called me, he told me he wanted a boy butt this time. Last time he hired me, we took a little girl cherry. He loved it so much. But now he wants to try a young boy ass. I don’t judge. All I do is take their money and find them the little victims of their choice.

And I searched for a few days, then saw an ad to watch a young boy that fit my client’s wants. Now I don’t book every job I apply for, but I book most of them. And after a lengthy vetting process, this couple hired me to be their relief babysitter.

This Sexy Babe Enjoys Being a Naughty Babysitter

And last night, my client used a young boy as his private ass rape porn star. Like always, I drugged the boy’s warm milk that he drinks before bedtime. That would ensure he would sleep through the action. And with boys it seems much easier to hide evidence of an assault. If I’m your accomplice, I will take care of all the cleanup. Once the boy appeared knocked out cold, I put a tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Never need to worry about cum stains on the sheets or their mattress.

And after he fucked that little boy ‘s ass, I gave the boy a douche to flush out the DNA. Now his butt did look battered. That happens when a grown man fucks a young boy’s butt. Or a young girl’s butt. But I have explanations for everything. The boy woke up constipated, and he struggled to poop. But he finally did, and that will explain his sore butthole when he wakes up.

Some Men Prefer a Tight Butthole and I Never Judge

A boy that age can’t articulate to his parents that he’s constipated. Plus, a young boy gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and rarely remembers it. Besides, if anybody gets suspicious, they’ll be looking for a babysitter who’s a ghost. She does not exist. I know people. Traveling in the snuff world that I do, I’ve made many contacts including ones who know how to erase my online presence and supply me with enough fake IDs to take care of all the men who want to fuck some young little girl or a boy.

I’m the perfect accomplice phone sex partner. Truly I am. My client enjoyed fucking that boy ass for a solid hour. Then he left and I cleaned up the mess. Parents came home and found their little angel still sleeping soundly. They paid me and I left. I don’t babysit for the money that the parents paid me. However, I do babysit for the money, the clients who want to fuck a young girl or boy pay me. None of these brats will ever remember what happened to them. And the parents, if they even get suspicious that something nefarious happened on my watch, can never find me.

Murder phone sex Fantasies, deep red cum, hot sticky mess

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies aren’t something I shy away from. In fact, it’s freeing to me. I’ll pick the right one. Personally, I don’t have a favorite age, so tell me what yours is, and I’ll get the perfect one.

The little slut will scream and cry, but I’ll be soaked!

I’ll make sure you sink your cock into her deeper than what’s possible. You will be hypnotized and thrust deep into her pathetic slit.

And her agonizing screams will take me to the brink of a pussy squirt. Go ahead, sexy, mercilessly pound away.

I will reveal the instrument of torture, a cruel iron device designed to rip and tear at flesh.

Every time you pump into her unwilling hole, I will strike. and begins to mercilessly deliberate grooves into the little slut’s supple body, drawing fresh rivers of blood with each savage twist.

As the torturous act reaches its crescendo, your brutal cock throbs and pulses, erupting in a torrent of deep, viscous cum, flooding her ravaged pussy and bathing her in a hot, sticky mess. Mixed with the blood, I can’t resist, I need to get a taste. Your cum and her blood floods my senses with flavor.

Our little slave is hanging on by a thread but the brutality is far from over. With our victim now limp and helpless, we turn our attention to the other. Fucking on top of her brutalized flesh!

I want her to feel excruciating pain till the last breath. So I twist her nipples until they snap off, as you spit in her tender face.  Then to degrade her even more force her in between my legs.

Make her lick my evil cunt and I’ll piss all over her face.

That why she will be too distracted to know what you are going to do with that knife. After the Torture sex is her death. A slash to her neck, bleeding out all over me.

 

Cheap Phone Sex with Layla and Her Secret Raw Fuck Sessions

Cheap Phone SexI’m huddled in the corner of this damp basement, flinching every time I hear a heavy footstep on the floorboards above my head. Offering cheap phone sex is the only flickering bit of light I have left in this hellhole, and I’m using these few minutes of silence to find someone who wants to hear what it’s really like down here. My skin is cold, my wrists are raw from the rusted chains, and I’m shaking so hard I can barely hold the phone steady against my ear.

 I don’t have the luxury of acting like a princess; I’m a woman who has been broken down to nothing, and now I’m just a piece of property waiting for the next man to decide what he wants to do with me. I’m giving you the ultimate intense fuck session of your life because, at this point, the pain is the only thing that makes me feel like I’m still breathing.

I wasn’t always this hollowed out version of a person, but life has a way of stripping everything away until you’re just a body. I remember when my husband first sold me off just to catch his next high; I fought like a wild animal at first, but you can only take so many hits to the ribs before you learn to stay down. Now, I keep my eyes glued to the concrete floor and I do exactly what I’m told without a single word of protest. 

My pussy is constantly swollen, bruised, and aching from the way these guys use me like a communal rag, but I’ve learned to find a sick kind of comfort in the weight of them. I’m the secret they keep locked away, the one they pass around until I’m covered in their filth and left to rot until the next round starts. That’s the kind of raw, unfiltered energy I’m bringing to this call. 

I want to tell you exactly how it feels when they pile on top of me, and how the only thing that keeps me going is the heavy protein I’m forced to swallow just to stay upright. I want to describe the grit of the floor against my back and the way I submit like a good little bitch because I know what happens if I don’t. I’m not looking for a hero; I’m looking for someone who wants to hear the truth about what it’s like to be owned.

I can hear them coming back now, the heavy boots getting closer to the door. I’m wide awake, I’m terrified, and I’m desperate for you to pick up before they take the phone away again. Call me now while I still have a voice.

Evil phone sex the smell of burning flesh makes my pussy drip

 

Evil phone sex with your favorite little goth princess is always a thrill! I have no limits when it comes to my pussy and the activities that make me wet! What can I say I am a dark evil little bitch! The sight of blood makes my pussy gush! Nothing more fun than having a little victim to torture! Branding has become a newfound pleasure of mine! Nothing better than hearing that sizzle and the smell of their flesh burning! This one cunt that I had tied up was really annoying the sit out of me with her whimpering. So, I gave her something to whimper about! I tied her up rolled her on her stomach then had my boyfriend spread her sorry little ass cheeks apart that’s when I took my branding rod and stuck it right on her little stink star. You should of heard her scream, it was way better than her pitiful little whimpering. As her mouth was wide open screaming out that’s when I told my boyfriend to shove his cock in her throat. He said it was the greatest feeling ever her throat contracting around his cock as she struggles to scream. My pussy was aching to torture her even more at that point!evil phone sex

Bondage Phone Sex Whore Gets Tied Up and Gang Banged

bondage phone sexBondage Phone sex may not be my favorite thing in the world, but it beats torture any day. Occasionally, I answer bondage ads I see on the dark net. And I understand I always take a risk when I respond to these ads because anybody can put up an ad. Does not mean I am responding to a legitimate porn producer. I don’t care about legitimate or not if they can pay me enough to make it worth my while.

Andy dangled a huge bag of cocaine in front of me if I agreed to be a bondage whore for a photo shoot. His model who he hired never showed up and he had a deadline. He makes dark violent content for private collectors. Photo shoots and movies for one man to beat off to for the rest of his life. And this client who hired him wanted to see a MILF tied up and brutalized.

The ad just said bondage modeling. Never mentioned making a gangbang rape porn while tied up. But I guess he hoped I would be desperate enough for the cocaine to agree to anything. And he took a gamble on the right submissive whore. I will do anything to get that huge bag of cocaine. And the only thing on my mind when I agreed to his bondage shoot was the coke.

I Will Do Anything for Coke and It Will Kill Me One Day

And this monkey on my back will kill me one day. Not the cocaine itself because I can out snort Pablo Escobar. However, the things I do to get my blow will most definitely kill me one day. The director invited random men off the street to fuck me. And I couldn’t fight them. Metal chains held my legs up and apart. Plus, he handcuffed my hands behind my back.

I couldn’t lay completely down. While tied up in the most uncomfortable position, my neck dangled. The only relief I enjoyed came when the men would fuck my mouth after they fucked my cunt or my ass. Some of them held my head for me so I could focus on deep throating their dicks.

My entire body feels like a truck ran over me. I can barely move today. I lost count after 30 men fucked me for hours. But I feel like a strung out druggie whore needing a fix. But I got my fix. Man after man fucked my pussy, mouth and my ass too. I guess I should be lucky. I didn’t dislocate anything tied up in that awkward position.

But I earned that cocaine. I’ve never felt this sore. I feel more like I made a torture sex video more than a gang bang one. But this is the life of a druggy MILF. If this monkey remains on my back, I will keep putting myself into dangerous situations.

Extreme Cock and Ball Torture Sex Ensures Justice is Served

torture sexExtreme cock and ball torture sex brings me so much pleasure. A lot of people believe that sexual predators should get the death penalty. Well at least if they’re preying on little girls or boys, they advocate for the death penalty. And don’t get me wrong. I love killing predators. However, I think living a life with strong urges you can never act on again seems like a more fitting form of punishment.

So, I like to mutilate the junk of sexual predators. Ruin their chances of ever preying on somebody again. Let’s face it. The justice system is fucking slow. And full of corruption and stupidity. People get off all the time for committing serious crimes. Plus, people get convicted all the time for other people’s crimes too. So, I’m a female vigilante. I take care of people who fall through the cracks.

I read a story recently in the newspaper about a local guy with a laundry list of sexual crimes committed against young girls. However, the arresting officer fucked up and didn’t give him his Miranda rights. And that alone set him free. He doesn’t even need to register as a sex offender. But everybody knows he did it. So, I decided he deserved castration phone sex more than anybody else.

I got my young ingénue to set the trap for him. She goes to school with one of the girls he force fucked. So, I knew she could lure him away. She’s gifted. And she becomes more gifted by the day under my tutelage. She lured him back to my dungeon. And I laid in wait.

Sometimes, When the Courts Fail, I Take Justice Into My Own Hands

The look on his face when he realized a schoolgirl duped him seemed priceless. I subdued him and got him on the exam table. I acquired a metal slab table that they use in morgues. Easy cleanup. I gave my young accomplice a scalpel and a knife. Then I told her to carve his junk however she saw fit.

I’m a training a future generation of vigilante women. She carved her name into his dick. Then she made little slices on his balls. At first, I thought she wanted to make as many little slices as she could to cause as much pain as possible.

But she did something wicked that I’ve never even done. She peeled the skin off his balls like his testicles were apples. Once she peeled the thin layer of skin covering his balls, she grabbed some rubbing alcohol and poured it on the exposed flesh. He almost experienced a heart attack on my table from the pain. If I had not strapped him down, he would’ve jumped right off the table.

Eventually, she removed his balls with a knife. When she took them off, they looked like bloody disco balls. But she neutered him. Mutilation phone sex will protect generations of women to come. And serve as justice. I might be mentoring a girl with more evil tendencies than me. And I didn’t think that was possible.