Category: Violent phone sex

Fantasy Phone Sex Gives You a Taste for Virgin Young Pussy

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex seems more thrilling when we go dark. Taboo fantasies just make me horny. And as your accomplice, I enjoy making your fantasy seem as real as possible. Mark wanted a nice young girl to fuck. And he wanted the age where you look at a girl and you know she’s not quite a woman yet, but she’s not quite a little girl still either.

And I found a cute little ginger girl for him. Strawberry red hair with big green eyes and a tiny little body with barely any boobs yet. Training bra years. Does that get your dick hard too. It certainly made Mark ‘s cock hard. I brought that sweet piece of tender meat back to his rented cabin in the woods so he could finally fuck his dream girl.

When your rape phone sex fantasies build up for years you explode quickly inside of a tight virgin hole. But just as quickly as Mark came, he turned around and got hard again. That’s the power of a virgin pussy on a very young girl. I’ve seen it happen to the best of men.

I Can Make That Tight Young Virgin Pussy Feel Real on Your Cock

But during the second round with that sweet little thing, he lasted what I know felt like an eternity to her little pussy. He turned her into a rag doll puppet on his cock. He made that little girl fly in the air on his dick. And she needed a seat belt. I watched as she thrashed back-and-forth on his monster dick, knowing she likely wouldn’t survive the encounter. But she didn’t need to survive. You can find a lot of little girls just like her with the right accomplice like me.

So, I told him he did not need to treat her gently because I could replace her easily. And we could go even younger and tighter now that his dick knows how good it feels to have such a young girl wrapped around it. I’m sure I turned him into a little girl addict. He will want to make teen rape porn on a regular basis now. That happens when a wicked woman like me gives you a taste of how good it feels to finally fuck such a young piece of fuck meat.

Mutilation phone sex, because the bitch looks better bloody

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex slave, ripe for the most unfathomable torments, lies before us. Her very existence is for us to enjoy and give her the ultimate degradation.

She’s so young and innocent, and we get the chance to annihilate her.

So, I slice her pretty little face with your cock down her throat. The crimson streams drizzle down her porcelain cheeks.

The mixture of tears and blood put a fire between my legs. I grind against her and hold her head down. Bitch is going to choke on your cock.

I really want to freak her out. I want every moment to be torment and terror. Therefore, I force the cold, unyielding barrel of my revolver against her head and ask her where I should put it. Her ass or her tiny bald pussy?

Poor little thing cries constantly. But she really loses it when she felt the gun in her cunt and heard the clicking as I press the trigger. As it turns out, that thing was loaded. I thought it’s empty, but there was one left in the barrel.

Good thing it didn’t go off. Her hole would have been too blown out for your cock. I’m glad we made it to the true carnal crucifixion. Every coaxing thrust of your cock into her torn, bleeding cunt filled me with orgasmic power.

Your cock inside her tiny ass made her want to end it all herself.

To get a little bitch like that to try and end it all was a new thrill for me. There she is, beating her head against the floor in a futile attempt to escape. I think I stopped her just in time. All that blood on her face made me pussy drool. Her blood, so sweet, it’s a shame she couldn’t hang out longer. The next one, we’ll be she

In the end, as I release my seed deep within her shattered womb, I am left with a sense of grim satisfaction. For in destroying this snuff sex slave, I have not only claimed her body, but shattered her very essence. She is no more than a husk, a vessel for my darkest desires, and in that lies her ultimate degradation.

 

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Pays for My Coke Habit

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn pays my bills. Who am I kidding. I don’t have any bills. I just need to earn money for cocaine. And these sorts of rough sex movies pay very well. Even though sometimes they leave my body destroyed, I find it worth it. Obviously, some men treat me better than others. Last night I thought things might be going well. Two guys offered to pay me $500 to fuck them. And they seemed like normal guys. They didn’t look like snuff directors. I think they thought I was a hooker.

When we got back to their place, I realized they set me up. The house seemed full of men. Probably at least 50 men. Suddenly that $500 didn’t seem like very much if they expected me to service all their friends too. So, I said something. And they started punching me. Slapping me around and choking me too. The two men who picked me up in the bar and paid me the $500 made it clear that if I wanted to live, I would do whatever the fuck their friends wanted.

As Long As I Need Cocaine, I Will Be a Gang Bang Whore and a Human Toilet

Most of those men wanted to turn me into their private ass rape porn star. Men loved to force their cocks up my asshole. Not sure why. Perhaps regular women don’t give up the ass. I’m no regular woman. I’m a whore and I do anything for coke money. So, I sucked it up and let 50 men run a train on me. But they did a lot more than just fuck me. Most of these guys made me swallow their piss. Some of them slapped me and choked me. While others made me worship their assholes. I do not like being human toilet paper.

Although I hoped I would be paid more money, I did not expect it. If I got the $500 that they promised me, I would just suck it up and be a good whore. And I think they never met a better whore than me. Men love exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this red headed suburban mommy.

Since I’m a druggie whore, I will continue to let men explore those fantasies. I’ll do anything for money. When I got home, I felt like a train ran over me. They did give me $500 but not a penny more. They should’ve paid me more, but I felt outnumbered. I did not want to lose my life. Not that day at least. So, I guess as long as I keep chasing cocaine, I will continue to put myself in dangerous gangbang situations.

Suffocation Phone Sex Whore needs You to give her Punishments!

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

Suffocation Phone Sex with me is like nothing you’ve done before! 

I would let you get within inches of my life being snuffed out. 

What should we wrap around my neck that will have my eyes rolling to the back of my head? 

Fuck me while your hands are around my windpipe, with all your body weight and all your might.

I want to feel the pain of being a worthless little cum slut, this is the pain I deserve. 

Choke and Gag me until I’m begging you to stop. Until I tap out from not being able to breathe. 

Face fuck me until I am throwing up on your long, hard cock,

Force all your sweet thick Cum down my throat until I am suffocating!

 

 

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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? 

I Made a Gangbang Rape Porn at the Truck Stop

gangbang rape pornOn New Year’s Eve well I should’ve been spending time with my family, but I made a gangbang rape porn down at a truck stop instead. A friend of mine told me that she makes good money as a lot lizard. She said she must fuck and suck a lot of cocks, but no one treats her too roughly. So, when she needs instant cash, she goes down to her local truck stop. So, I thought why not do the same. And although I found plenty of truckers willing to pay for sex with a MILF, they did want to get rough too

But I told myself I could handle it. No way a bunch of truckers could treat me any worse than drug dealers and snuff makers. However, that might’ve been a wrong assumption on my part. I got myself into some trouble. Once I fucked about four truckers and made enough money to buy Coke, I should’ve stopped.

But I got greedy. I wanted more money to buy more coke. And the fifth trucker I fucked changed the game. He did not just want an ass rape porn star. But he wanted to watch every trucker at that truck stop run a train on me. He turned me into a private gangbang whore. And this one seemed mean. I know if I said no, I might not be alive today to tell you about this in a blog.

No Matter How Hard I Try, I Seem to Have a Death Wish

Something in his eyes told me this man buried some bodies before. So, I didn’t want to mess with him. I did everything he told me to do. And being a good whore prolapsed my ass, bruised my body and left me broken. He set up some camera equipment for a live stream, and then he forced my head down on his massive cock.

And while I sucked his cock, about 50 other truckers came into the back of his cab and started fucking me one after another. But of course, they didn’t just fuck me. They choked me, pulled my hair, slapped me, punched me, and even spit on me. This trucker filmed the whole thing and brought out the worst in his fellow truckers. He encouraged them to take out all their rage and anger out on my tiny suburban body.

I feared I might make a snuff porn on New Year’s Eve and never see my family again. But after the last trucker nutted inside of me, he tossed me out of the back of his truck and threw me some money. Not enough money for what I endured, but enough money to buy some more cocaine. And cocaine will help me nurse my battered body and my bruised ego. I should’ve stopped while I was ahead. But no. I needed more money to get more cocaine. When will I ever learn?

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.

Bondage Phone Sex is Extreme with Me

bondage phone sexWell, this bondage phone sex whore thought she had enough cocaine to get through the holidays. But my fucking sister-in-law found my stash and flushed it down the toilet. She remains clueless about what I did for that cocaine. I hate that bitch as much as she hates me. All my husband’s sisters hate me because they see me as a gold digger. I make my own money. And I use my own body for my cocaine habit.

She threatened to tell my husband, and I told her to go ahead because he knows I use cocaine. But he also knows I don’t spend his money for it either. I took the wind out of her sails. But I still needed more cocaine, especially since my husband’s sisters decided to visit for the holiday.

I tried to get a hold of Marcus my regular drug dealer because he just fucks me with his big black cock. Nothing extreme. Maybe occasionally he makes me his ass rape porn star, but I can handle anal sex.

So, I texted Charles. He just likes to tie women up and fuck them. And sometimes piss on them. But he pays well. It’s his fetish. He’s not an official snuff maker or anything. Just an old man with a kink for bondage and a wife who won’t let him tie up even her pinky finger. So, he uses his money to pay druggie whores like me to explore his fetish.

Just When I Think I Have Enough Cocaine, I Don’t

But I don’t know if he experienced some holiday anger or not, but he went harder on me this time. Harder than normal. I’ve maybe worked for him six times, I think. And I’ve always left relatively unscathed, except for the ligature marks on my wrists and ankles. After this time, however, those ligature marks appear around my neck too, and my tits. Also rope burns between my pussy lips. So, now it burns every time I pee.

He tied me up better than butcher ties up a side of beef. But when he tied up, he whipped me and pissed on me too. He broke skin in a few areas and let me tell you how much piss burns an open wound. He started beating on me too. I just tried not to bite my tongue off, endure the pain and get the fuck out of there. But like I said, he appeared to be in some sort of mood. And not a good one.

But he didn’t kill me luckily. I almost wanted to die so I didn’t need to deal with my fucking sisters in law. To cover up my neck marks, I wore a turtleneck. However, as a taboo phone sex whore, this sort of thing happens often. I’m alive at least. But  I will need to hide my cocaine better in the future.

Torture Sex with Cora – You can do whatever you want!

Torture Sex

 

Torture Sex gets misunderstood in hardcore BDSM, so I’m here to be clear instead of polite. 

If I want a man to wrap all my limbs in chains and ropes. Make me beg and cry while fucking me raw, then that is my choice. If that is how I like to have sex and get fucked, so be it. 

You could be pouring hot wax on my nipples and labia, making me feel that sweet, hot sensation of the burning. 

Or maybe you’d be happier putting a ball gag in my mouth, so you only hear my muffled screams. 

But painful taboo sex like this goes both ways. I’d love to put your cock in a cage and watch it twitch and squirm while I tease you with my cute little pussy. 

 

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Torture sex is what I live for

Torture sex

Torture sex is what I live for.

I am constantly thinking about it. Because I’m such a fucking dirty whore I go outside looking for it. Walking down little allies so that I can get my greedy fuck hole ravaged. To make it easier, I’ll go outside in basically nothing. That way, it’s much easier just to have my clothes fucking ripped off me.

Sometimes I’ll be begging for my face in the concrete.  Wanting for fuck holes to be stretched to oblivion. I want them gaped fucking open and filled with spit. And lots of it too. It feels so fucking good to be all bruised up and to be walking with loads of cum dripping from all my holes.