Category: Torture sex

Bloody phone sex to hail Satan & fuck God

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex summons our true Master’s malevolent energies. You must shed the shackles of modesty and embrace the most extreme perversions!

Hail Satan, Fuck God, breed me for Satan’s army!

You and I will be entwined by the agony of our victims and the ecstasy in between our legs. My pussy needs a cock soaked in virgin blood to cum! In this unholy union, we can harness the powers of our Dark Lord, channeling his strength through the raw, carnal act.

A sacrifice must be a servant of God, one of those mindless bible humpers who think God’s love can save them. We will show that it will not happen.

Their cries of torment will have to escalate if we want to raise Hell. I’ll chop off a leg and guide your cock in her stump. You must pump your cock in the bloody stump as hard as possible. Each limb I chop off will be followed by your cock penetrating her.

Each amputation helps us cast a spell for unlimited power and life. Don’t you feel it growing within you? Hail Satan, fuck God, hail Blasphemy sex! You came to this snuff dungeon lusting to be a God, well now here you are, your bloody cock in my mouth, and demon blood flowing through your veins.

You slaughtered and defiled an innocent soul. Was it worth it? You know you will forever be Satan’s soldier, and you will have to be soaked in blood if you want to be blessed by Satan!

You never lose the taste for blood. It becomes an addiction, and the purer the blood, oh, how sweet it is! That kind of energy is God-like! If you are genuinely dedicated to Satan, make that dick cum in my bloody pussy. Let’s breed our own demon baby to destroy God’s work! We will bring Hell on Earth and live in debauchery for eternity!

 

 

Young Voice Phone Sex Slutty Layla Stroking Your Strong Cock

Young Voice Phone Sex

I can’t stop thinking about him, the way he stares at me like he wants to devour me whole. Every time I pick up my phone, I imagine his hands on me, and I can’t resist teasing him. That’s when I let myself get naughty… My Young Voice Phone Sex, soft, breathy, dripping with want, my words wrapping around him like a promise he can’t ignore.

My fingers wander over my body, grazing my curves, teasing my pretty wet pussy even though he can’t see it. I whisper little things I’d never say in public, letting him imagine every inch of me, every moan he’s dying to hear. The anticipation makes my chest swell, my nipples harden under my top, and I can feel how wet I am just thinking about him listening.

Then the doorbell rings, and my heart jumps. He’s here. My lips curl into a mischievous smile as he steps inside, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, completely captivated. I move slowly, letting my fat tits brush against my clothes as I sway just out of reach, teasing him without even touching him. Every glance, every step, every sultry little move makes him ache, and I love knowing I control this.

I giggle softly, leaning closer, letting him catch a whiff of me, my hair brushing his shoulder. I press my body forward just enough to tease, grind a little against my own hands, and whisper nasty things that make him swallow hard. My pussy throbs at the thought of him wanting me so badly, and I tease harder, letting him imagine how I’d feel under him, though I’ll never show him everything just yet.

I love watching him struggle to keep his composure, seeing him ache for me, completely at my mercy. “You like this strong dick slapped in between those big fat tits of yours don’t you baby” He says while pushing the tip of his cock towards my soft lips. “Of course you sexy motherfucker”  I say as I whisper his name, laugh softly, and bounce just a little more, letting my tits do the talking. Every teasing brush, every seductive look, every subtle jiggle is designed to make him crave me more, to make him remember exactly how slutty I am for him.

And when the tension reaches its peak, I pull back, bite my lip, and flash a smile that says, “This isn’t over.” Some things don’t need words… they live in my whispers, the way I press my body against him without touching, and the way my teasing leaves him desperate. I’m super slutty, naughty, submissive, and in total control of how much he wants me. My pretty pussy, my heavy tits, my soft voice… They haunt him long after he leaves, leaving him desperate full of yummy cum for the next time he hears me tease him.

Teen Rape Porn With The Therapist

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn fantasies with my therapist, laying on the couch telling you the details of my traumatic home invasion, those four men fucked me every which way but loose, I thought it was a robbery but all they wanted was my tight holes on their poles. 

They came through my back door, grabbing me by my throat, throwing me to the floor. Ripping my fishnet stockings off, I tried to crawl away, but you were too quick, slamming me on my back, my pink pussy exposed, A thick cock impales my cunt, my juices running down my thighs. 

Fist raining down on my body, being held down and fucked in every hole at the same time. My mouth is screaming no, but my body is saying yes, my juices are leaking like a faucet. 

Dr Harper is stroking his cock when I look over, he is coming over to the couch ripping my panties off, shoving his thick rod in my tight cunt, I squirm and fight, but he overpowers me. Shoving his huge cock inside me as I beg him to stop. He thrust harder inside me, knocking my walls down. 

Why does everyone I trust take my pussy, I just want to be saved but they all want to fill me with cum, are you going to hurt me too? 

Domination Phone Sex is Not My Wheelhouse, But Its is Fun

domination phone sexOccasionally, this submissive mommy receives domination phone sex calls. Perhaps because I’m a mature woman men think I might be good at domination. And I can do it when it’s called for, but I much prefer to be the submissive whore. This weekend I hustled my ass down at the truck stop to earn some cocaine money. But the darker stuff just pays better. It might kill me one day, but it pays much better.

So last night, I took a gig for more money and less time than I made hustling down at the truck stop. But the director told me I need to be the one to dominate these two young girls. And I asked him if he felt confident that I could do the job. When he told me if I failed, I might not leave alive, I knew I needed to bring my A game. In this snuff sex video, I acted like the mother of two naughty whores. So, I just channeled my mommy side. And I thought about all the men who dominated me over the years and the things they did to me.

The two young girls who served as my co-stars appeared to be junkies. You could call me a junky, but I never shoot up. I don’t mess with fentanyl or heroin. Perhaps you could consider me more old school. I enjoy my cocaine and my marijuana. These girls looked strung out. But I guess that turned out for the better cause I needed to inflict a lot of pain to earn my money and get out of Dodge alive.

This Sexy Switch Will Do Anything for Coke Even Double Pump Two Teen Sluts

A male coaster helped me. The premise of the sick little movie involved mommy pimping out her naughty little girls for money. And I helped this man turn each of my girls into his private cum dumpsters. Not only did he violate all three of their holes, but he helped me whip them into submission. Plus, he helped me anally torture them. The director wanted rough anal for these bitches. And I know a thing or two about being an ass rape porn star. We fisted these girls. Sometimes, we double fisted them together.

We destroyed their assholes using our fists and a variety of foreign objects. If the director wanted a rough anal film, I planned on delivering that to him. Although I did feel badly for anally torturing these two young girls who could’ve been my daughters, I know the snuff world, it seems like survival of the fittest. When I need cocaine money, I do whatever I need to do so I can party later. I earned cocaine money and the girls earned fentanyl money. So, a win-win situation.

But don’t worry men, I’m not going into domination mode anytime soon. I’m a much better submissive mommy than I am a dominant bitch. But I will do anything for money. And that includes fisting two teen girls into oblivion.

Babysitter Phone Sex with Layla Taking Control Tonight Now

Babysitter Phone Sex

I was adjusting the blinds when I saw him… a shadow pressed against my window. My heart skipped, but I didn’t scream. Instead, I leaned closer, my pulse racing, knowing exactly who he was.
I whispered into my phone, still warm from earlier calls, “Babysitter Phone Sex,” letting him hear me even as he lingered outside. Tonight I had the little ones with me, but I definitely put them to sleep, before the killer decided to pop up.

The thrill of being watched always made me tingle, made my voice a little lower, a little sluttier, and made my pussy wetter. He stepped back when I let the light fall just right, revealing the outline of his body. I could see the careful way he moved, deliberate, controlled. My lips curved. Fear mingled with excitement, but I reminded myself… I invited this. I had boundaries, rules.

The thrill came from playing along, from letting him think he had the upper hand.I leaned against the kitchen counter while gently bending over pulling down my red skirt, letting my voice linger over  the phone, slow and teasing. “You like watching me, don’t you?” I whisper, knowing he could hear me clearly. His laugh was low, approving, confirming the tension between us.

I moved through the huge house, feeling his gaze follow. Every step was a journey. I adjusted my hair, let my shirt slip just enough to tempt without revealing too much. The shadow hesitated, then stepped closer, hands on the glass. I pressed my palm against it from inside, mirroring him, a silent challenge.

“You’re bold tonight,” I said, voice catching slightly, letting him imagine what he couldn’t touch. He responded with a slow nod, and I felt the pulse of our shared game… dangerous, yes, but entirely consensual. Every move, every look, orchestrated by me.

The call ended, but the tension lingered. I could still feel him, just outside, just teasing the limits we’d set. I smiled to myself, heart racing, knowing this was exactly the kind of night I lived for… intense, thrilling, and completely under my control.

No doors needed to open. No rules broken. Just the electricity of fear turned fantasy, the allure of someone watching, and me, entirely in charge of the game. He came up behind me kissing my neck slowly, grabbing my tiny waist, while slowly deep fucking me with those long strokes.

I creamed so much on his dick, that he decided to keep me alive, then vanished when the police decided to pop back up. I settled back into the couch, letting my pulse slow, a satisfied grin on my lips. The night was ours, thrilling and safe, a reminder that some fantasies only work because you choose them.

Babysitter Phone Sex Rolepays Give You Access to Bald Young Tight Holes

babysitter phone sexI love bad babysitter phone sex calls. As a young girl, I rarely left the house, so I never babysat anyone. But as an adult and a master of disguise with a lot of fake IDs, I can go on these babysitting sites and get a gig with the little girl or boy of your wet dreams. Nobody ever sees me coming because nobody seems to have stranger danger for women. But we can be some of the evilest people around.

Jonathan wanted a little boy. A very young little boy with a cute little bubble butt and no body hair yet. I know how to get men like you exactly what you want. So, I got on my babysitting sites until I found the one with the little boy of my client’s wet dreams. And I booked the gig. There’s a secret to not getting caught. I never use the same ID twice. And I change my look up with makeup, wigs, and prosthetics.

My client harbors rape phone sex fantasies for little boys. And I wanted to make it happen in real time for him. I prepared things very well. I pre-made my milk cocktail that knocks any little one out for the action. And I quickly learned where the security cameras were located, so Jonathan could avoid them. Finally, he could fuck the boy he’s long dreamed of fucking. And all thanks to me.

Jonathan crawled through a basement window that I left open for him. He couldn’t come through the front door or the back door because of the security cameras. But he got in and he got in undetected. I escorted him up to the room with my little charge who already appeared passed out from the drug cocktail I gave him.

The Right Accomplice Takes Care of Everything

Jonathan loved him. Thought he looked like a cute baby boy. Smooth skin, cute bubble butt and no hair. Perfect for him and his fantasies. I positioned the boy on the bed with a pillow under his stomach, giving Jonathan easy access to his boy butt.

Since I consider myself a stellar accomplice phone sex partner, I even held open the little boy’s butt cheeks and helped guide my client’s cock into the tightest little butthole he ever felt. The little boy seemed passed out cold from my magic cocktail. His little body just sort of levitated on my client’s cock. The whole thing did not last long. But I never expected it to because when you finally get something you’ve long yearned for, you pop off quickly.

Jonathan left after destroying this little boy’s butt hole. So, I needed to try to soothe it and clean up the mess. But I always put a tarp down that I can dispose of in a dumpster. No DNA on the sheets. I gave the boy a bath, even though he still seemed passed out to wash away all the DNA evidence.

I’ll tell the parents their son seemed constipated, so I gave him a fiber drink. If they think their boy struggled to take a shit that might explain his sore butthole if he says anything. He won’t remember anything though. However, Jonathan and I will always remember the night. He finally got the fuck a tight boy butt. So, what wicked dream can I make come true for you?

Evil phone sex comes in all flavors, the best is messy

Evil phone sexEvil phone sex comes in all the lurid, twisted flavors we crave. It’s when depravity gets filthy, unapologetic, and gloriously chaotic that I truly come alive.

You have a helpless victim, and I’ll make her pretty face contorted in terror when I wrap a thick rope around her neck.

We aren’t gonna kill her right away. We are going to beat her purple. The bitch has to suffer for Satan to be worshipped properly.

After every punch you give her, I’ll tighten the rope and force your cock down her throat.

She is going to suck it like a good bitch. Hail Satan and fuck her face so hard you give her a bloody nose. That dumb bitch thinks she’s some queen, but we will show her that she is nothing but disposable fuck meat.

After we break her in, she will be totally hopeless. The bitch knows there is no escape from this. My machete blade is sharp enough to split a hair, and, unlucky for her, we are going to split her neck open.  Blasphemy sex must have a sacrifice.

I want to behead the stupid cunt while you stroke your cock. I want you to blast a load of cum in her face right before lights out. I think that would be after the second wack. Her stupid head will still be attached, oh, but so close to getting sent to hell. Bust that nut, but don’t stop jacking it because you had a neck stump to fuck.

I want the head to watch you do it. You know, they say it takes a few minutes to die, so yeah, it is going to be so fucking hot to record you fucking her stump while her detached head watches. The bitch will get what she deserves, and we will be granted with Satanic powers!

Rape phone sex fantasies have me bent over

Rape phone sex fantasiesMy Rape phone sex fantasies always leave me in a very compromising position. Totally helpless, bent over, and exposed. It is precisely where I need to be, restrained, and brutally fucked until I am overflowing with jizz.

It’s a twisted pleasure, the way my body aches and my mind races with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

Some might argue that it’s not true rape if I crave the pain and the degradation,

but I was trained to take it from a young age.

Growing up, I was forced to be a whore at a painfully young age. I had no idea what it meant to have rape fantasies until that cock was buried deep in my little virgin asshole.

Now I am very educated on the subject. I know that it is what I am made for.
The predator needs prey to thrive, and I know I deserve it. The cruelty, the abuse, the constant reminders that I was nothing more than a disposable cum dump!

Even when I am crying out in pain, I know there will be no mercy. In fact, crying and screaming can be such a turn on; it will get me fucked harder, just what I need. All of the Ass rape porn I’ve been in, it never gets any easier.

I suffer every time. The worst is when I am being shared, and I have to bend over for two hard cocks at the same time. I am a small girl, so getting two hard cocks forced inside my asshole is enough for me to pass out. And even if I do, it doesn’t stop. It only does when my Master Daddy and his friends are bored with me. That means some days I am being forced to take cock for days on end!

Violent Phone Sex with Layla Surrendering to All Your Wishes

Violent Phone SexI can barely breathe as the shadows stretch across the room, crawling over the walls like dark fingers. My hands shake, gripping the edge of the chair, and I hear him pacing behind me. Every step is deliberate, echoing in a rhythm that makes my heart race. I know I shouldn’t enjoy this, yet a strange thrill twists in my chest. Violent Phone Sex flashed in my mind earlier tonight, and now the idea feels close, almost real, even as terror coils around me.

He stops just behind my shoulder, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, his presence suffocating yet electrifying. My body trembles, not from fear alone, but from something darker, a twisted pull I can’t name. I know he’s watching every micro-expression, every subtle tremor, and I wonder what he’s thinking. There’s this weird, unspoken thing between us… he could hurt me, but I feel an undercurrent of protection too.

“Don’t move,” he whispers as he slowly fingers my wet sloppy pussy, his voice rough but low, a sound that makes my stomach flip. I obey, even though part of me wants to flinch. His hands move near me, not touching yet, teasing the boundary between dread and desire. The rope he drags across the floor calls to me somehow, each scrape a signal that I’m not in control… yet I’m strangely ready to surrender. My pulse hammers in my ears, matching the beat of his quiet, methodical steps.

I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine when he circles me, studying, testing, like a predator with a secret crush he’ll never admit. Every inch of space between us is charged, and though I should be screaming, I only breathe, shallow and trembling. My body aches with anticipation, the fear mixing with a thrill I shouldn’t feel. I’ve never been this exposed, this vulnerable, and yet… I don’t want him to stop.

He finally leans close, close enough that I can smell him, warm and dark, and I flinch, only a little. His grin is cruel and teasing, and I can’t tell if it’s for my terror or my reaction. “Yea you like me deep in that pretty little nigger pussy of yours don’t ya?” He yells. “Yes Daddy” I squirm, squeezing my pussy nice and tight, ready for him to cum all over me in disgust. My heart races, my skin tingles, my entire body is alert, ready to obey, to surrender to his will, to whatever twisted game he’s playing. The room feels smaller, tighter, and yet I feel some strange sense of safety, a secret promise I’ll never hear in words.

And as the first flicker of candlelight dances across his eyes, I realize I’m trapped, yes, but I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more. My fear hums alongside something darker, something electric and thrilling, and I know this… he’ll never let me go, not really, even if he pretends to.

Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Finale For You

Sadistic Phone Sex with your sadistic queen, the architect of exquisite endings, I am Morticia. Understand, men don’t just submit to me; they surrender their last breath for my pleasure.
Tonight, you lie bound spread-eagled on my black silk sheets, cock rigid and leaking despite the terror in your eyes.
First, I trail a single gloved finger down your chest, over your trembling stomach, and circle the head of your shaft. Weakened, you whimper when I squeeze—hard—drawing a bead of precum that I smear across your lips.
Then, Breaking the silence, “Tonight,” I whisper, climbing astride you, “you don’t cum and live. You cum and die.”
Next, I sink down slowly, letting my tight, wet heat swallow every inch of you. Then your hips buck involuntarily, but the ropes hold you still. As I ride you with deliberate cruelty—long, grinding strokes that drag my walls along your length, milking you without mercy.

Sadistic Phone Sex is Your Means to an End

As I ride, my firm breasts sway above your face; I lean forward and smother you briefly, letting you taste the edge of suffocation. Undoubtedly, you’re close already. In fact, I feel it in the desperate throb inside me.
Finally, I reach for the silk cord coiled beside the bed. With a wicked smile, I loop it around your throat—loose at first, then tighter as I quicken my pace.
Instinctively, your eyes widen, panic flashing as the pressure builds. As I ride harder, pussy clenching rhythmically, forcing you toward the brink.
“Beg me,” I hiss, pulling the cord just enough to make your face redden.
“Please… Morticia…” you choke out. I yank it tight. Your body arches violently beneath me, cock swelling impossibly thicker as oxygen flees.
Finally, I grind down savagely, chasing my own climax while your vision darkens. The moment your final, frantic thrust drives deepest, I cum—walls spasming around you, flooding your shaft with my release.
That’s when you break. Your cock erupts inside me, pulse after thick pulse, even as your struggles weaken. I keep the cord taut, riding your dying spasms, milking every last drop from your twitching body until you go still.
Only then do I loosen the silk and lean down to kiss your cooling lips. “Perfect,” I murmur, still impaled on your lifeless cock.
“You came…and you died. Exactly as promised.” I stay there a while longer, savoring the warmth fading inside me.
Another beautiful snuff sex victim for my dark fantasies collection.
Who’s next? Kneel and beg, darling. Morticia is always hungry.
Sadistic Phone Sex