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Ass Rape Porn Star Blair’s Ass Takes a Beating But Keeps on Ticking

ass rape pornThis ass rape porn star it experienced a busy night. Of course I needed coke. My sons decided to throw a party and invite eight friends over. So, I needed to score enough coke to keep up with 10 boys. My sons love watching me with their friends. They claim that I am the reason they’re popular at school. Every teenage boy wants to hang out at their house.

I love that I can help my boys like that. But I needed some coke and I needed it immediately. When I need a quick fix like that, I end up doing desperate, stupid things. Like calling up this one director who loves to sodomize me in creative ways. And last night did not seem any different. Honestly, he scares me. I don’t fear that he will kill me. That’s not the problem. However, his creativity makes his anal porn seem like nothing but anal torture sex.

We started off with a baseball bat in my ass. Not the handle part first. He went in with the thick top of the bat first. He managed to get almost all of it inside of me too. My asshole swallowed a baseball bat. He turned that baseball bat into a butt plug. And I could feel it stretching my colon from the inside. No doubt it did some damage to my intestines. I might not shit right ever yet.

My Asshole Takes a Beating Just So I Can Score Coke

I feared what would come next. But luckily the baseball bat was the biggest thing he fucked me with. He wanted to stretch and gape my ass so he could get other things in there like his forearm and a wine bottle. At one point he even gave my ass a beer douche. He shook up a bottle of Miller light, pulled off the cap and shoved it in my ass. I could feel the fizzing cleaning out my ass and my lower intestines. He joked that my beer douche turned bloody because he shredded my ass. Luckily this guy lets me get high before he experiments on my asshole.

I endured a couple hours of pain just to score enough coke to keep up with 10 teenage boys. But they would need to fuck my pussy because after that session, my asshole looked bigger than the Grand Canyon. And that would mean my pussy would feel way tighter than my asshole. Honestly, I didn’t care what hole they fucked. I wouldn’t feel anything on the coke I earned the hard way.

Stephanie gets snuffed

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I should have known that I would eventually meet the same fate as the victims I so eagerly help Master snuff out. Maybe deep down I knew and didn’t care. Either way, I end up just like the rest of them. Another missing slut that no one would bother looking for.

I did everything right, like I always do. My mistake was believing that I could ever truly be his accomplice. He was stringing me along the whole time, waiting for me to get comfortable.

I lured our last shared play thing in and prepared her for his sick methods of torture.

After stripping her down, I tied her up, spreading her wide open by her wrists and ankles. Laughing in her face while I slapped her around made Master’s cock twitch. My pussy got more wet every time that stupid bitch screamed, cried or sniffled. I beat her violently, punching and bashing her in the face repeatedly. Using a leather whip, I sliced into our victim until blood poured from the deep gashes all across her body. Master watched while slowly stroking his hard cock.

 Suddenly, he turned on me. Without any warning he grabbed me by the hair and started beating me just like I had been beating our victim. His fist pounded into my face over and over again. Blood spatter flung from his hands and speckled the walls and floor around us.

 I spit out shards of shattered teeth and thick, slimy blood clots.

He forced me to my knees and stuffed his cock in my gummy, blood filled mouth. Our victim laid there terrified while Master choked me with his fat dick. Red tinged slobber hung from my chin in slimy strings. I gagged and wretched as he brutally fucked my throat.

He tied me up next to our victim and whipped us both until pieces our skin hung from the deep slices all over. After whipping us he readjusted my restraints, putting me into a face down position. He wanted me like that so that he could rip into my asshole with his fat dick. Master force fucked me until my shithole was ripped, gaped, bloody and raw. He saved my pussy for last, sinking himself in all the way to the hilt while strangling me with my panties. Snuff fantasies make my evil whore pussy gush and drip! What kind of twisted fantasy do you have for me?

Necrophilia phone sex takes you to the darkest depths

Necrophilia phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex satisfies the monster inside. I have this hunger to defile and indulge in sweet death. But I like to get real fucking nasty with it. My foreplay is to get your cock nice and hard and drive it up her sweet cunt.

Don’t you want to lose control and enjoy yourself in the most vile of ways?

I will guide your hard cock into her, and you will blast off inside her cunt. Please slam her till she is gone forever. Seriously, Fuck her into a corpse for me, and then you can enjoy stroking your cock to me fucking her dead pussy.

The first time I ever fucked a corpse, I wasn’t looking for it. It was an accident. My boyfriend brought home his bitch he wanted to fuck, and for some reason, she pissed me off. I sat on her face till she stopped breathing, and when I realized I made a cold, dead Snuff sex slave, I came harder than ever before.

Former Ass Rape Porn Stars Train the Next Generation

ass rape pornAs a former ass rape porn star, I developed an eye for new talent. Young talent. I needed some cash quickly over the weekend to help a friend. Although I’m not very good with saving money, I am good at making money. Women can make a fast few grand if they seem willing to do some naughty sexual things for it. Men will always pay for sex. And men will always pay for accomplices who can get them something young and tight to play with.

I met this young girl hooking on the streets recently. Plus, I rescued a girl about her age several months ago. But you can always sell the virginity of the ass a couple times before men realize this ass has mileage. And the girl I rescued no longer sells as fresh meat. Although she’s still making money doing teen rape porn for men, she is no longer the virginal girl next door.

I Love Helping Teen Runaways Make Bank off Their Fuck Holes

But this young girl that I met had the cutest little bubble butt I’ve ever seen. She likely never even experienced a finger in her butt. I could help a girl out and help my friend out too. And I knew Paul would want to fuck this girl. He’s a man I know from the circuit. He loves young assholes for his movies. So, I made this girl an offer she couldn’t refuse. A promise to get off the streets. And make decent money. But in the snuff world, you work extra hard for that money. You just need to do less time.

She seemed game. Although I think she distrusted my motives initially, I introduced her to my young protégé, and they talked about life on the streets. Traded war stories. Something all three of us have in common. Girls just do what they need to do to survive this world. But I want to help them thrive.

I sent Paul pictures of the talent I found and suggested a $50,000 finder’s fee. This man seems richer than the Amazon guy or Elon. He deposited $50,000 into my account. I only needed $10,000 to help my friend. Technically I needed $5000 to help my friend. But the girls still received $40,000. That’s life-changing money to a teen runaway living on the streets.

Helping Street Girls Thrive Instead of Just Survive is My Calling

I never commanded that much money. But by the time I ended up on the streets, my daddy and his friends used all my holes to the point that even as a teenager my fuck holes look liked they belonged to a 40-year-old gangbang whore. Nowadays technology allows us to cut out pimps. Girls do not need to live on the streets. I think this young teen girl would’ve eaten my pussy all day long if I asked her when I gave her that money.

Now she didn’t like me for a few minutes while my client pounded her tight teen asshole. In fact, she cursed my name a few times. Ass sex hurts the first few times. But you get used to it. She told me she could get used to that kind of money. And I told her I’d help her. She needs to rest her butt hole up for the next one. She can enjoy this about two more times before that money gets cut in half.

The key to making decent money in the snuff porn world is to be young and tight. After you turn 18 and your holes look like a 40-year-old porn star’s holes, you can’t command that much money. But invest, save and your future can be more comfortable than your past.

Evil Phone Sex whores like me love hearing your sickest fantasies!

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Evil Phone Sex whores like me love hearing your sickest fantasies.

If you’re an evil man with a dangerous cock to match, I am the girl you’ve been looking for.

You think you can dominate me like the big strong man you are?

Well, I hate to say it, but I’m one tough ass bitch that can take any punishment you give.

The more painful the better, I can take it.

The only way to shut me up is to face fuck me into submission.

Tell me how bad I’ve been and how much you want to spank and abuse me.

Make me your little fucking sex slave and fuck my little holes raw.

Fuck me hard until I’m crying and begging you to stop.

But I know you won’t because nasty hoes like me deserve to get their pussy pounded!

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Snuff Sex is Underrated Fun for Women Like Me

snuff sexI think a lot of things are overrated but not snuff sex. In fact, I think that might be underrated. Nothing I enjoy more than fucking a deserving accomplice or victim. Or even fucking my victim right before I kill him. Some people call me a black widow. But that’s not the appropriate word. I don’t poison men or otherwise kill them for financial gain. I kill them because they deserve to die. Perhaps praying mantis makes more sense. Apparently, the female praying mantis bites the head off her lover during postcoital Bliss.

Now I don’t fuck victims often. If I find you completely annoying or a predator of goth girls, I just cock tease you to get you to my place. I don’t fuck you. Occasionally, though a woman hires me to kill some man who did her wrong. I take the job and I take the money. And I judge for myself if the person truly deserves to die.

This lady reached out to me on the darknet because she needed an accomplice phone sex partner. More like she needed a hired assassin. Ex-husband bleeding her dry. Blackmailing her for something that happened as a teen girl. She’s a high-powered criminal defense lawyer. And she fell in love with a con man. I did my research. Traced his IP address and all sorts of other things and found a long list of women scorned. He’s like that Tinder swindler.

Even a Sadistic Bitch Has Sexual Needs Too

He deserved to die. But what a fucking waste of a cock. And if you know me, you know, I don’t say that lightly. Sex does not drive me as much as vengeance and justice and pure rage does. So normally I don’t think about fucking a victim. I don’t need sex as often as the average person because snuff is my sex. Torture and murder arouse me. The dark things in this world that I enjoy satisfies me in ways sex cannot.

I broke into his place while my client fucked a coworker for an alibi. We only communicated once on the dark web. But after that, all communication went through burner cells or in person. Nothing to link her to me. I killed him. But I needed to stage it as a home invasion gone wrong to throw suspicion off this as a crime of passion. I’ve studied criminology and I understand crime scenes. Perhaps you could say I clean them up for a living because I never leave any trace of me.

But after I stabbed him, his cock sprung to life. Totally erect as he took his last breath. Looked to be the size of my forearm. So, I hopped on and took a ride. Used him like a suction cup dildo. The sounds of him asphyxiating on his own blood made my Goth cunt wet. Technically he died before I finished. But that cock stayed hard. Rigamortus maybe. Doubtful though since that usually occurs about an hour after death.

Sometimes a Dead Dick is a Terrible Thing to Waste

But I fucked up. Left my DNA on his dead dick. So, I needed to cut his cock and his balls off so I could clean my crime scene. And doing that would make it look like a personal kill. But his man scammed women for decades. So, I knew there would be ample suspects in his brutal death. Because of my mistake, I ended up giving this guy castration phone sex postmortem. And the CSI team would know that because of the lack of blood splatter.

Was not the murder I intended, but at the end of the day this sadistic Goth chick still has need. Just because I don’t do relationships doesn’t mean I don’t fuck. I gave half the money back to my client and explained what happened. Then I kind of spun it and left a few details out.

But I showed her my findings about all the women he swindled out of big bucks bankrupting several of them. Although I do not want an innocent woman behind bars, I know no evidence will ever leak them to this crime scene. I felt confident that although there might be a lot of suspects, the investigators wouldn’t be able to pin this murder on one of the many disgruntled women who would want this fucker dead.

I went home and fed his dick to my Rottweiler. She devoured it like one of those big turkey legs. Whatever it takes to dispose of the evidence. Even when I steer off path, no crime has yet to be linked to me for a reason. Because I’m good at what I do.

Babysitter Phone Sex is Win Win: You Get Tight Young Pussy and I Get Coke Money

babysitter phone sexI may be a bit older for babysitter phone sex calls, but I can still babysit brats. Although I am a mother and I think I’m a good mother too, it’s easy for me to find babysitting jobs. Now I don’t do them for the money. The kind of money I need, I will never make babysitting.

But I will babysit if a man needs access to a little one in exchange for a big payout. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sometimes I struggle finding guys to fuck me in exchange for some party favors. Not as young or tight as I once was. So, I need to be creative.

I met Earl in a dive bar. He appeared three sheets to the wind. As we did lines of cocaine off a dirty barstool, he started talking about how much he would pay to fuck a young girl. And I guess I felt just high enough to get on some babysitting apps and find him some talent. At first, I thought this served as foreplay. Fantasy talk. Look at little girls and fantasize about him fucking her while I partied with his coke.

But then he told me how much he would pay for a teen rape porn. I didn’t expect to find Daddy Warbucks in a dive bar, but he pulled out several $1000 bills. At first, I thought it might be counterfeit because the US stopped making those ages ago. And they appeared in good shape too. I could likely sell one of the bills $4000 to a collector. So, I could quadruple that money easily.

I Never Feel Bad About Helping a Man Fuck a Young Pussy

High as fuck, but my mind was rolling. We picked out a girl together. And the next night I baby sat that sweet tender age cutie. I’m a boy Mom. I don’t have any daughters. So, I never feel bad helping a man fuck a girl. I need my cocaine money more than she needs her virginity. My stepson created a very good fake ID for me years ago. So that’s what I use on these babysitting sites. And I changed my look. Redheads standout. But mousey brunettes blend in.

I invited him in after the girl went to sleep and the drugs kicked in. That way he could fuck her without her screaming, fighting or remembering what happened to her. He paid me $5000 which I know I could convert into much more money.

He didn’t last long in that pussy. But I guess I didn’t expect that he would. When men finally get to fuck the slut of their wet dreams they rarely last. Men build up these rape phone sex fantasies in their heads and think they will last for hours. But they’re lucky if they last minutes.

I Need Drug Money More Than Girls Need Their Virginity

This house seemed super-religious.  It shocked me her bald pussy didn’t have a chastity belt on it. I cleaned her up. She slept through it all. She’ll be so sore. But she won’t realize we took her virginity.

And her parents won’t realize it either unless they take her for a purity test. Can you believe in some religious sects parents take their daughters to doctors who shove a finger inside of them to make sure they’re still a virgin. And they call me the pervert.

I didn’t feel bad for what I did. I saw an opportunity to make even more money. Plus, I hate organized religion. It sucks the joy out of everything. So, I did not feel bad taking the virginity of some girl would probably does not even want her virginity. No doubt she fears her parents more than anything else. This guy enjoyed popping a very young teenage cherry. And I’m going to enjoy converting his cash into even more drug.

Sadistic Phone Sex Turned Master Against Me

Sadistic phone sexAfter a Sadistic phone sex session, my handler did the unthinkable; he turned on me, the sick fuck brought an accomplice home, and let the bitch force fuck me with all kinds of instruments and torture devices. My handler sat in the corner watching, giving her strict instructions on how to live out rape fantasies on my cunt.

She started with a massive butt plug deep in my ass as she handcuffed my wrist together, placing nipple clamps on my swollen nipples. My handler instructed his bitch to cuff my legs to the bed, put her strap on deep in my ass, but leave the butt plug in. He wants me to get double penetrated with a huge fucking butt plug and a massive dildo. I am sure my asshole will be prolapsed after she is done.

Being rough as fuck she follows his instructions, ripping my asshole wide open, blood and shit everywhere. Just when I thought it was over, the bitch walks in with the biggest fur baby, Fido wants to play too. Ever taste a red rocket? 

Victim slut Stephanie

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I fucked up when I told my date that I was into abuse and pain. I gave him full consent to get rough and violent with me but wasn’t actually expecting him to take it all the way. It started out just like any other hookup. We met online, chatted for a while and then he came over to my place. After a few drinks and some flirting, we started making out. He was gentle at first, making me beg for him to get more rough with me.

The way he grabbed my hair and snatched my head back to kiss down my neck made me tremble all over.

While kissing and nibbling my neck and ear, he fished a collar and leash from his pocket. He fastened the collar tightly around my throat and then pulled on the leather leash.

His playful tugs turned into him violently yanking me down to my knees but I still wasn’t concerned. My pussy gushed over and over as he smacked me around and pulled the leash back.

The collar squeezed tighter around my throat but my date pulled the leash back even more. I clawed at my neck desperately trying to free myself while my date let out a sinister laugh.

As I frantically tried to unbuckle that collar to catch my breath he pressed his hand between my shoulder blades. Being so much stronger than me, it was easy for him to pin me down. I struggled under the pressure of his entire body weight pressing down into my back. My vision was getting narrow and I knew that I was fading out.

The last thing I felt before blacking out and going limp was him forcing his cock into my ass. The unbearable pain of my asshole being ripped open and force fucked was the last thing I felt before I collapsed onto my face.

My date continued to use my holes while my body went cold and stiff.

Taboo Phone Sex Sluts Put the Assholes with Tiny Dicks Out of Commission

taboo phone sexIt’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.

Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.

We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.

When Men Act Like Dr Jekyll I Fight Back

Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.

I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.

So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.

Nothing Settles a Man Down Like Castration

Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.

So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.

He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.