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Snuff Movies Enable My Coke Habit But at a High Cost

snuff moviesI audition for snuff movies when I need cash. I always need cash. But sometimes, I can fuck for what I want. And if you did not know, what I want is coke. My husband knows I put way too much money up my nose, so he does not give me money to pay bills and get groceries anymore. If I need something, he pays for it or lets me use his credit card. No drug dealer takes AMEX. Maybe one day, LOL.

So, until then I need to be creative with how I earn my money. I make a decent living doing phone sex, but it almost all goes to my medicine. And what I make might support a family, but it does not support a coke whore. However, snuff porn brings in the kind of money I need to stay high all the time. Snuff flicks have become a successful side hustle for me.

But snuff is a dangerous game. I made a little flick earlier in the week for a guy with mommy issues. This was a homemade film. A private collector who hired me after I answered his ad. Apparently, I was the only MILF who responded. So, I got the job. I focused on the payout. He was willing to pay me 2 grand. I got half at the start and the rest at the end.

A Druggy Whore Does Anything for Coke Money

The guy playing my son was his son. Something felt off about this, but I needed the money. And like always, I let common sense go out the door. In the beginning it seemed just like rough sex with name calling. I get called a mommy whore all the time. So, this began like a vanilla taboo phone sex fantasy. Then the boy got violent. He slapped me, punched me and even kicked me. I began spewing blood out of my mouth and nose, but he kept kicking me. And Daddy egged him on.

After an hour or so, I was covered in my own blood and already swelling up. How would I explain this to my family. Not sure they will keep buying the mommy falls down a lot line. I thought the father and son might kill me but turns out this was some sort of therapy project for them. The boy’s mother left them, and I guess she did a number on them emotionally before she went MIA. Lucky me, I guess. Once again, the things I do for coke.

Bloody Phone Sex Sacriment to Satan

A bloody phone sex sacriment to Satan was how this session started. My pervert was involved with his sister and daughter. This was no normal incest relationship. In fact this was one of him serving Satan and worshipping Satans’ daughters.

Essentially this man was taken into enslavement by his sister who controlled him and made him do things. They build their blood pact by slicing his wrist and hers and pressing the wounds together. I was the one that did the cutting.

In accordance this was the ritual of surrendering to Satan. Here is when I stood with my ritual dagger. And a silk red rope around their wrists binding them together. First the blood dripped into the small vessel that would be collected and mixed with wine.

Then the two of them drank from the vessel and became united. Once his sister was impregnated we used the 8 month of pregnancy to take the thing from her womb. This would be the true binding of the two to Satan.

Finally with that unborn thing wiggling and breathing I snuffed it out in the nae of Satan to take that sacrifice and bound the two into eternal pleasure in serving Satan. As High Priestess of the Black Arts I gave them their release to be married Satanic kin folks and to have orgies and bring more sacrifices for daddy Satan.

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Accomplice Phone Sex

Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex became a scary thing for me. He made me do it. He said that if I didn’t get him the perfect prize I would pay. What was I supposed to do? She was so young and pretty standing there when I approached her. I knew she wasn’t going to expect to be snatched up, so I was prepared just like he told me. I gagged her choked her until she blacked out. When she came to, we both were bound and tied to each other. She looked so young, and I felt so bad her tears made mine flow too. We both begged for him to let us go but he just laughed and me and the “new nigglet” for thinking we were worthy of any mercy. She held my hand as he gave her lashes to her face and tits from a whip, he got off the table. I felt her fear surge through me like a current straight down to my twat. Cream trickled down my leg as she squeezed tighter and tighter trying to withstand the blows. Usually, my fear and shame alone overwhelm my pussy but hers was like a drug. It flooded my veins, rushed to my head and filled me with satisfaction. For once SHE was the victim. SHE was nobody to him.  SHE was just a plaything. I loved it and she didn’t even know. The girl was crying and on the verge of passing out when he walked over to the table again and brought over what looked like a cattle prod. It made buzzy noises as he zapped away at her little cunt. “JUSTIN PLEASE” she screamed out. I didn’t even know him by name so how did she? All I could think was… who are these people? who would have thought accomplice phone sex was so much work.

 

Evil Phone Sex Whore Needs a New Torture Sex Victim

Beware of evil phone sex whores like me who are on the prowl. After being treated like a screaming cock sleeve, I want to take all my anger out on a new little victim. I want someone as sweet and innocent as I used to be and slowly torture her and break her. I might even let my callers use and abuse my new sex slave. Not only will she be forced to deal with all my darkest sickest desires but all of the sick shit you perverted fucks want to put her through. 

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Evil Phone Sex Whore has a New Victim for Homemade Snuff Movies 

And not only that. I want to film all of her torture and abuse and make my own snuff movies with my new little slut as a star. What would your sadistic cock want to see first? You want to see the teen slut scream and beg for me to stop hurting her. I can slap her, kick her, hurt her until she’s screaming. Then I can take a sharp knife and put it to her throat. Tease her with it before I start cutting her clothes off. I’ll make sure to drag the knife so close that she can feel it against her skin. 

Look at that pretty little whore balled up on the floor like that. Awe I think she’s scared. You can see the tears and snot running down her face. There are bruises already starting to show up but that’s not enough. My bloody phone sex callers will be happy to watch me slowly slice into her skin. What should I write, “Filthy Whore” or “Fuck Meat”? I want to see that dark red blood running down her body and hear her scream out in pain. Even if she escapes she will always have this gory reminder of us. 

 

Bloody Phone Sex Fans Inspire Knife Play Torture Sex

I can think of so many more ways I can mutilate this whore’s body. Cut away at her piece by piece and watch the fear and despair grow in her eyes as she slowly loses hope. Invite fucked up friends of mine to cum over and jerk their cocks into her fresh cut. I want to force her to watch them shoot cum all over her bloody gashes. This is so much worse than torture sex. But I know how to get her to love those cursed creampies. I’ll teach her that those days are the safest for her. 

I’ll beat her black and blue any day we don’t have guts. She’ll feel like she’s in heaven when that camera is rolling. The only time she will feel anything close to joy is when I force her to cum on camera. Press a vibrator to her clit while she’s being defiled and humiliated. And I’ll still make her smile at the camera like a very good slut. She should have been aware of the evil phone sex whore next door!

Ass rape porn gets me ready for all kinds of sick shit!

Ass rape porn

Ass rape porn gets me ready for all kinds of sick shit! I can feel the heat of burning desire within me. I’m desperate to explore new means of pleasure, to push the boundaries and explore what others may consider taboos. What’s wrong with wanting to experience something new? What’s wrong with wanting something different? I want something that will make me feel naughty and broken – something that many would call evil!

I think it would be nice for my master if I got him a sweet church going girl. We will pick her up after Sunday school. We’ll take her back home and bring her into the fun room. There are no rules when it comes to sex, we have the right to explore all my desires and fantasies. I see this kind of sex as liberating and beautiful, as something that could unlock new doors and go beyond the boundaries.

The power imbalance and the different forms of domination have me excited. I don’t want this type of sex to simply be a way to reach an orgasm; I want to explore its depths and all the horror that comes with it. I’m craving something more exciting. I’ll fuck that little bitch with a cross. I will make sure it gets really messy, covered in blood and shit. I will force it down her throat and she will suck it clean. She will pray to her God and it will make me roar with laughter. God won’t be able to save her.

We want it to be as disgusting and shocking as we can make it. We want to play with fire and do something that stays with us for a long time. I think I will sit on her face until she starts to struggle for air. I will wrap my hands around her throat, sneezing harder and harder. My pussy will gush with delicious cream as my master rapes her tight little pussy. Her screams will bring him to the brink and he’ll cum deep inside her pussy. It’s an act of liberation, we are pushing our boundaries to explore the furthest reaches of sexual pleasure. We are embracing the dark side of sex with enthusiasm and passion, calling for blasphemy sex.

 

Bonding Over Our Love For Evil Phone Sex

Evil phone sexI love my evil phone sex calls that get dark, dirty, and twisted.  You are my type, most definitely, if you are a  twisted individual with an insatiable appetite for the dark and depraved. I love it when men can find solace in hearing about my dark life. They find solace in that they are far from alone, I assume.

The story was about two sisters in my family being kidnapped and subjected to unimaginable torment. As I painted a vivid picture of their ordeal over the phone line, your perverse desires were fueled by each sickening detail. You loved hearing about the horrible ways they tortured these poor innocent young sluts.  I loved hearing you stroke your cock harder as the details got more disturbing.  The moans and affirmations let me know, that you and I get off on things most will never understand.

In this real-life story, the younger sister was forced onto her back on a dirty mattress,  while her older sister watched helplessly from nearby as their captors took turns violating her young sisters pure  innocence without mercy.  Her pleas for release fell upon deaf ears as they roughly penetrated every inch of her tight young body until she could barely speak due to both fear and shock. As she passed out, she was able

Meanwhile, they brought the older sister into a closet, separating her from her little sweet sister, now a shell of who she was when this day started.  They beat her and made her sister watch from her dirty cum and blood-stained mattress in the other part of the basement.

They gave older sis a few-minute break between beatings before they bound. her arms and had her spread-eagle against a cold concrete wall. Dark and cold as tears  Ruthlessly, one after another, they came over and forced their dirty cocks in there showing the others how messy and gross her cunt looked.  Her tight shaved pussy was swollen to the point it was unrecognizable.

Bloody Phone Sex Gets Messy with a Gore Whore

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex fun is what I offer. You can call me a gore whore because I like it messy. Very messy. And I do not care who my victim is either. I am an equal opportunity killer. Young girls, young boys or older women and men, all bleed alike. Well, almost alike. Young blood is brighter red. And it tastes sweeter. Although I am no vampire, the taste of blood does not upset me.

I can kill quickly. But why kill quickly when you can prolong the agony? That’s the best part of any kill for me. I get off on your pain and suffering. Or our victim’s pain and suffering. Although I am a loner by nature, I enjoy killing with the right partner too. However, not all the guys who hire me have the stomach for what I do. Perhaps, they can explore their rape phone sex fantasies easier than they can murder their victim.

I Like My Victims Eviscerated Because I am a Gore Whore

I make a great accomplice because I will not let your victim live to identify you. Marc thought he could kill this young girl he fucked. He met this young girl at the mall who claimed to be 18 and down to fuck him. I did not buy his story that he did not know she was not 18. She did not look anywhere close to 18 when I kidnapped her for him. But I did not care because he paid me to get rid of his problem.

He thought he could help kill her but the simp puked at the thought of gutting her like a pig. This little cock tease likely lies to guys about her age, gets them hooked on teenage pussy then attempts to extort money from them because she is jailbait. But guess what? Today, there is one less cock teasing teen in the world. I eviscerated her. Gutted her in front of Marc. He passed out at the sight of her entrails. Pussy.

Not all men have the stomach I do. Nor do all men enjoy the torture sex as much as me. But that is why I am the perfect accomplice. I can stomach anything. The bloodier the better with me.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm.

Fantasy phone sex come for the pain stay for the orgasm. Before you deny it you know you have come for the pain. You like the stories of pain. Taking a whip to the behind of some young thing. Drawing the blood. Smell it. Tell me you don’t like it.

            There is no way you can tell me that you don’t like the pain. Punishing someone. Put their head (pick one or both) in a vice grip and cranking it until you see them bulging. Gasping, crying out in pain. Look at how hard your cock is getting. Now fantasize about fucking on top of them as they writhe in agony. Me squirting on you. Not being able to control myself with the need. Driving me to commit another atrocity so that I may get even wetter.

            You being my dupe. My accomplice in all I plan and do. Tying the up. Cuffing, whipping, spanking, you know you are behind me in all I do. Now do as your told and cum all over that crying little bitch.Fantasy phone sex

Ass Rape Porn with Four Legged Friend Used for Torture Sex

I was kidnapped and forced to make ass rape porn!

I looked up at the camera and begging for mercy. Tears were rolling down my face and my throat was raw. I’d gotten kidnapped, locked in this basement, and forced to make ass rape porn. My ass was being ripped apart by that massive fucking cock. I tried to crawl away from the cock ripping into my fucking ass but my legs were fucking shaking. I felt a nice slicing into my back again and screamed outloud. Then, I could feel the knife carving into my skin and leaving a dripping wet gash. 
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I begged for my life again screaming from a sore throat. And that bastard laughed. But he finally got off of me. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off the end of the bed. He tied my hands around the bed post so that my head was under the bed and I couldn’t get away. He was gone for a few minutes but when he came back I heard clicking on the floor. Like claws. Then I felt something on my ass again. A warm wet tongue on my pussy and bleeding ass. I had to try not to moan when they licked me. 

Torture Sex with Fido Makes Great Snuff Movies 

Then I felt something else rubbing against me. Fur. I felt the four legged friend climb up on top of me. I screamed out loud. His claws scratched into my already bleeding and shredded back. And then. Then, I felt a slippery rod pushing against my swollen and bloody ass hole. I screamed and tried my best to kick Fido off, but the son of a bitch forced his cock into me. He pumped me so fucking fast and I screamed even louder.

I thought I was going to pass out from the pain when his swollen red knot pushed into my ass too. Then, the splurge of fucking cum shooting inside of me. It was such a massive load. I couldn’t tell if it was his cum or my blood leaking down to my pussy and dripping on to the floor. My kidnapper had picked up the camera and filmed all of it. And he wasn’t even close to being done with me.

Violent Phone Sex with Me Means I’ll Be Your Punching Bag

violent phone sexAre you in the mood for violent phone sex? Many men are on and off the phone. The holidays bring out the worst in most of us. And some men just need a punching bag. Of course, I understand that some men need a punching bag year round like my stepson. I am here for the part-time and full-time abusers. It is the life of a druggy whore.

Soccer mom by day and punching bag by night. That’s the story of my life. Although I am a pain slut, sometimes guys take it too far. But I never have any say in it. I do it for free coke no matter what the cost to me. James got rough Friday night. I can barely move still. My husband thinks I fell down the basement stairs doing laundry. I needed to explain the bruises somehow that would not draw his suspicion.

Although I love my husband, he does not know me at all. He thinks I am a soccer mom. I am that, but I am a druggy whore more than anything. James knows I am a druggy whore. And he knows I will do anything for coke. So, he baited me to his place to party. I was not thinking snuff sex. All that was on my mind was cocaine. Mommy’s little helper, LOL.

You Can Do Anything To Me for Coke, Anything

You would think I would learn by now. I mean coke takes me down the darkest allies in the world. However, I know James. We party together often. He’s never laid a hand on me. Of course, we fuck. But he has never hit me. That all changed Friday night. I said something he misunderstood. Hell, I still do not know what I said. But it pissed him off and like a powder keg, he exploded.

With one wrong comment, I became his punching bag. And once he got a taste for beating up someone who would not fight back, he wanted more. I curled up like a ball on the floor, but he kept punching me and kicking me too. He told me it felt cathartic. So, he got out all his pent-up anger at the world on me. He compensated me with more coke. But this taboo phone sex whore feels like a truck ran over her two days later.  The things I do for drugs.