Category: Violent phone sex

Snuff movies with fatty was my punishment for loving BBC

Snuff moviesSnuff movies my Master makes are particular. He is an artist, and he makes some really wild masterpieces. He likes to use me in a lot of shots, and since I am so well behaved and follow his every command. But I made a big mistake and got severely punished. It is just so hard not to cum on big black cock. See, he wanted to use me in a violent gangbang scene, where I would be getting it hard by BBC, and then offer up my little sister to the pack, and then they would fuck her to death.
However, it didn’t go as planned because when those black cocks were fucking me like wild animals, it was too hard to act, as I hated it. They were definitely so fucking big, and they were really rough on my holes, but it felt too fucking good. I came so much on their cocks, and unfortunately, I didn’t act the way I was supposed to.
Master Daddy got really mad at me, and he had every right. I was so scared, I thought he was going to kill me right then and there. He stopped recording, told the guys to leave, and beat the shit out of me. He said he would have killed me if he didn’t have a backup plan; that’s a way better punishment than taking me out.
Oh boy, did he have something way worse in mind than killing me. The Torture sex plan was with his friend Fatty Patty. See my Master Daddy is a feeder, and his gainer is over 400 pounds and counting. She is so disgusting. I could smell her before he even opened the door to her room. He made me feed her pounds of fast food, including a whole chicken dinner.
And then I had to go down on her. God, she smelled so fucking bad. He had those BBCs fucking her days before me, and he doesn’t like when she showers. A dead body smells better than her. But I took my punishment, and I think he got a better shot anyway because the girl who played my little sister was smothered by Fatty Patty’s stinky fat pussy.

Sometimes, Mommy Gets Asked to Inflict Cock and Ball Torture Phone Sex

torture phone sexIn a weird turn of events, a man requested torture phone sex from this submissive mommy whore. At first, I hesitated. Not really my wheelhouse to be on the dominant side. But I do have a lot of rage inside of me because some of these tormentors of mine have come close to killing me on more than one occasion. Plus, this guy offered me a lot of money for cock and ball torture.

And with the holidays approaching, I’m going to need a lot more Coke than normal, so I decided to do this. I needed the money so I can keep up with my horny sons and all their friends for the three weeks they will be off school. This man explained a well thought out fantasy phone sex scenario involving cock and ball torture from mommy. With the abuse I’ve taken simply because I am a mommy, I channeled that rage and put it right into his balls.

I tied them up for my safety. Because when my rage comes out, it’s hard to stop me. And I didn’t want him to have second thoughts and turn the tables on me. Since I’m normally the one tied up, I know a few things about tying good knots. I had him strapped down to my living room table with his legs spread. And I took my husband’s cane, and I started smacking his balls with it. However, apparently, he enjoyed the pain. I did not think he’d keep an erection, but he did. So, I started smacking the shit out of that worthless cock too.

Sometimes, I Get to the Dominant One and I Love It

And boy did I enjoy that. I went back-and-forth between that cane and a flyswatter, smacking his balls and his dick. But then I had a brilliant idea. So, I excused myself to my bedroom and I came out wearing stiletto heels. I got on that table, and I stomped on his balls. I channeled one of those Riverdance girls and I did a little jig on his balls in stiletto heels. Oops. I popped a nut. Flattened it. Deflated it. And he still maintained a fucking hard cock.

Personally, I don’t know how you keep an erection during cock and ball torture sex. But he did. And I thought I was a pain slut. This man appears to be a much bigger pain slut than me. But when I busted his other ball, I deflated his cock. I felt like a champion. I don’t think he wanted his balls literally busted but that’s what he got. He still paid me. What kind of loser pays a woman to kick him in the balls? I don’t care. I’ll take that money, bust those balls and laugh all the way to the bank.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Cora will EAT your Cock!

Cannibalism phone sex

 

You know when a woman says ‘You are so cute I could just eat you up ‘?

Well, I am not joking when I say that. 

The only thing that comes to mind when your hard throbbing cock is in my mouth is wanting to chomp down really, really hard, guillotining your beautiful member right off.

I’d spit it out and toss it to the side so I could revel in watching you scream and cry trying to shove it back on with no avail. I would even start to drink all the blood rushing out of your old dick hole.

You truly look like a Barbie doll now. I would force you to watch as I took a butcher’s knife and chopped your still hard cock into rough little cubes. Shoutout rigor mortis!

I’d sauté you up with some onions and garlic, the aroma of your beautifully browning cock fills up the house. 

Then I would force feed you a piece of your own dismembered member. I would love to watch you choke a piece down, especially because you know how good it tastes! 

 

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Accomplices Take Care of Everything

babysitter phone sexIt’s no secret that I’ve been a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club for a couple years now. As a master of disguise, I can pass myself off as a professional nanny or babysitter. I’ve got a slew of fake IDs because I grew up in the seedy underworld of perversion. And I met a few people who seem very skilled at creating fake IDs.

 So, when a client approaches me for assistance with a young girl, I just pick an ID, change my appearance, and apply for the job with the adorable brat that best resembles what my client wants.

Charlie wanted a young blonde little schoolgirl. Sweet and innocent looking. Think of the girl next-door. I found a few matching his description and I took some screenshots. And he picked them in the order he wanted them. So, I applied for three babysitting positions, and I got the one with the little angel he wanted the most. If a man has a rape phone sex fantasies for something young and sweet, I will help him get it. I planned everything.

But this was not just a night gig. I stayed in their home for three days while they dealt with a death in the family. And I watched their baby girl. But I got her fucked too. The key to doing something like this is the right accomplice. Somebody like me who knows how to make a little cocktail that erases a young girl’s memory. And proper cleanup. I gave the girl a good night cocktail and I put a tarp under her bed so her virgin blood would not stain her sheets.

I am a Bad Babysitter Accomplice Who Can Help You Fuck a Young Girl

So, Charlie came over around midnight after the girl fell asleep and the drugs kicked in. And he fucked her. She stayed passed out for most of it except for a few moans. He paid me and left. And I cleaned her up. I sucked the cum out of her tiny little pussy. Washed her up. And disposed of the tarp. I put some ice on her little swollen pussy to help heal it. I had two more days to act normal.

 She complained that her little pussy hurt when she peed the next day, but I told her she likely just had a bladder infection or something. And I gave her some cranberry juice and some Tylenol. So, if the parents take her to the doctor or something, I still don’t think they find out she lost her virginity. She’d pee in a cup and get some antibiotics.

But I don’t think anybody know that she served as teen rape porn slut for a dirty daddy and a bad babysitter. Hell, the girl won’t remember what we did to her. Plus, the cum would be gone by thing. And if they do figure it out, they would look for a different person than me, a person who does not exist. And that’s because I’m a very smart and savvy accomplice.

Mutilating Your Sweet Girl to Bloody Bits

Mutilation Phone SexWho is she? That Sweet Girl in your life that you want to destroy. Mutilation phone sex would be so much fun if we make her our focus. Holidays are a bitch and I have a lot of aggression I need to take out on some stupid pretty undeserving little cunt. I want to tear her to shreds and bloody stumps.

You can fuck her pretty holes, her mouth, pussy and ass. And when we run out of holes to fuck, or those get too stretched out. I can make new ones with a blade, or an icepick! I love torturing girls, they always cry, whine and scream so pretty. Oh won’t you let me go a little further? Slicing that fuck meat off, and feeding it to her will give her a whole new outlook on life, what she has of it left anyway.

Dismemberment sounds sexy to me

I really want to desecrate her though. Dismembering her, even. She deserves it. So sweet, so pretty, too perfect. You know it. I’ll lure her to a secluded place, my family owns a cabin in the mountains. No one around for miles, and my daddy keeps all kinds of pretty tools. We could Strap her to his wood laith, and then I can hold the chisel. Knocking that little cunts teeth out first so she can give you the gummiest BJ of your life!

There is just so much I wanna do. You fuck her, I’ll snuff her. Then we are bonded for life!

Taboo Phone Sex Whores Never Lead Dull Lives

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

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

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

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

This Mommy Does Unspeakable Things for Cocaine

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

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

One of These Days Some Man will Beat Me Dead

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

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

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

Bondage Phone Sex Slave Blair is Up for Auction

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sluts never shop on Black Friday. We prefer to get high on holidays and any day. I told my husband I needed money to go shopping for Black Friday. But he knows about my cocaine use. He just doesn’t know how much I use. So, he wouldn’t give me any money. He told me I could have his credit cards to shop with, but no cash. And drug dealers don’t take credit cards. Not even nowadays. So, I had to find my money elsewhere.

I answered an ad in a paper looking for a bondage whore. I’ve been tied up plenty of times. So, I figured no big deal right. I showed up at this warehouse where the guy I spoke to on the phone told me to go. Anything down in the docks feels unsafe as well as unsavory. But when I’m desperate for cocaine money, I don’t have much choice.

Two guys greeted me at the door. One of them obscured his face with an executioner’s mask. Seeing him like that, scared the fuck out of me. And with good reason. The guy I talked to was simply the snuff porn director. The one filming it all.

The executioner guy tied me up. He set it up to look like a slave auction. The director filmed it, but it seemed more like a live stream than a snuff flick. The executioner whipped me so hard I could feel blood dripping down my back.

One of These Days I Will Die for a Fix

However, I suddenly realized this livestream was not necessarily for viewers to jack off watching. A real bidding war ensued. I tried to play dumb so that I could figure out how to get myself out of this situation. I quickly realized I would not be leaving if I didn’t get creative.

The executioner started whipping me with a variety of objects. All of them made me feel like a slave in the 1400s. And apparently the director wanted to sell me like one too. What the fuck did I get myself into? I acted like I passed out. My threshold for pain increases every year. So, I can handle flesh peeling from my body.

They thought they broke me. And at that moment they cut me down. And I ran like a bat out of hell. Barefoot, bleeding and with ripped clothes. I did not even collect my money because I knew no money existed. I fell for a scam. These men planned on selling me to the highest bidder online for God knows what.

I’m certain I just escaped a snuff phone sex death. Because whoever they sold me to would use me until they grew bored and then they would kill me. Luckily, I left my keys in the car so I could drive home and clean myself up before my husband came home. He never knows how close to death I often get because of my drug habit. But in my defense, if he would just give me money for cocaine, I would not risk my life like I do.

Gangbang Rape Porn Stars Have 9 Lives

gangbang rape pornI never intentionally plan on being a gangbang rape porn star. But it just happens. Sometimes I’m asking for it by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes I am paid for it because I’m desperate for money to score some cocaine. However, most of the time I’m just minding my own business someplace and my very existence makes men want to do bad things to me.

I went to this underground party a couple nights ago. Sort of like a rave. This guy I know told me about it and said it was a great place to party, score some drugs, and have fun. It sounded like a good opportunity for me to make new friends and score some cocaine. But I should’ve known it was a set up. There was no rave. No underground party. Just a bunch of men waiting for a dumb ass bitch like me to show up so they could explore their rape phone sex fantasies.

I am not talking about one guy or even two guys. That I felt confident I could handle. This appeared to be an army of men. And they acted like they had mommy issues that they needed to explore. As soon as I entered this very dark and quiet underground bunker, I realized I would be attending a rave. At least no party I wanted to join. But when I tried to run, a guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me back with such force that I ended up slamming against the wall.

A Scrappy, Drug Fueled Mommy Can Survive Anything

As I laid dazed and confused on the floor, these men started kicking me, pissing on me and ripping my clothes off. They broke me so they could fuck me. Took the fight out of me. I may not be book smart, but I am street smart. So, I knew not to fight again.

I let those men play musical holes with my pussy, mouth and ass. And I told myself I’ve done far worse things. But at least I did those things for cocaine. I was not a willing participant in this little ass rape porn movie they wanted to make with me.

But like anything eventually, it ended. However, by then I appeared covered in cum. My nose started bleeding. My entire body hurt, and I smelled like a toilet. But because I’m scrappy, I survived. Those men didn’t break me. I was broken long before them. But at least I know how to survive.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies are Not Just for Men

violent phone sexMen do not corner the market on violent phone sex fantasies. I know for me, revenge fantasies coarse through my veins. Slowly, but surely, I have been working through the trauma of my youth one man like daddy at a time.

Although I have failed to get revenge on my father yet, I have castrated and killed a few of his cronies that I ran into by chance. Let me tell you, before you abuse a woman you better get one thing straight. She will never forget what you did to her. And revenge might not be instant. But that karma will find you.

Recently, I encountered a man who reminded me just like my father. And his daughter works at the strip club. And after I confronted her about the bruises on her body, she told me that her father pimps her out and abuses her. Not on my watch. So, I decided to help this girl, so she didn’t go to prison or worse, end up dead.

She didn’t ask for accomplice phone sex. But I gave it to her for free. I could channel my anger for my own father while helping this girl out at the same time. Freeing her from the fear I live with that daddy will find me and kill me. Even though my father would be in his 60s and I could probably whoop his ass, his girl’s father is in his 40s and still seems strong.

Men, Karma Catches Up to You When You Fuck with the Wrong Woman

So, I set him up. His daughter introduced us, and I made him think I wanted to fuck him. But I wanted to kill him. Take out my top dancer’s bully so she could thrive and keep her money. So, the other night, I let him think he slipped something into my drink because that’s what he does. I don’t think he likes fucking unless he’s forcing himself on a woman one way or another. But my past only made me stronger. And smarter. So, I anticipated his moves.

And the moment he tried to thrust his cock into me when he believed me unconscious, I sliced off his dick. His blood sprayed my face. Warm, hot, sticky blood covered my blonde hair and my big boobs. He tried to choke me, but eventually, he became too weak from shock.

I let him bleed out for as long as I could, and then I slit his throat. He never actually fucked me so my DNA will not appear on his body. It’ll look like he just picked up the wrong whore and she robbed him. I trashed his place. Stole his gun, his expensive watches and everything else he bought on his daughters dime. And I buried it somewhere it will never be found.

I’m smart enough to know that if I tried to pawn his stuff that would trace back to me or her. I liberated her. And in a way I liberated myself with some really fucking hot revenge killer sex. Like I said man. Karma will come for you eventually.

Exploring Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies is My Specialty

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, you might be in the right spot. I especially enjoy rape fantasies for mommy. And until I went down the rabbit hole of cocaine, I honestly did not know how many men possess such fantasies for mommy. It seems to be no secret that I do anything for coke or the money to buy coke. Sometimes I meet men who just take me with no reward.

And I never mind providing that sort of fantasy, but I do want something in return for it. However, Adam had no clue that I give up my fuck holes easily. But he didn’t strike me as the type of man who wanted fantasy. This guy saw me as nothing more than a dirty redheaded whore, and his personal ass porn star. Apparently, he drugged my drink at the bar, and it kicked in as I arrived home.

Unfortunately, for me, I was home alone because my sons spent the night at a friend ‘s house and my husband went out of town to visit his sisters who hate me. I stumbled into my house drunk. But apparently, he was right on my heels and pushed me inside. Locked the door, pulled out his cock and fucked me. Slapped me around a bit, calling me a cock tease at the bar. I barely remembered talking to him.

Something About Me Brings Out the Worst in Men

Although I tried to fight him, I appeared too intoxicated to fight much. When I puked, he shoved my face in it like a dog who pissed the carpet. I tried to talk my way out of this, but I appeared unsuccessful. And I did not know if he planned on killing me or not. So, I told myself to lie there and pray it would be over soon.

He called me mommy as he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy and ass choking me at the same time. I knew I would not get any coke out of this. Not even any money. I think this would be considered a crime of opportunity. A sexy drunk mature woman leaves a bar and he seized his opportunity.

Eventually, he left. He ordered me to shower first. I guess to wash away any DNA in case I went to the cops. This is not my first rodeo. I’m a seasoned snuff sex slut. I just felt grateful to be alive. But I know eventually one round with the wrong man will kill me. What is it about me that brings out the worst in men?