Tag: Rape phone sex fantasies

Accomplice Phone Sex is Better Than Being the Victim

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. It takes the focus off me. I am a natural submissive, but honestly, I love having someone else take the brunt of the abuse. My stepson always uses me as his snuff film star. We have amassed a large following of men who enjoy seeing a mommy whore get her holes destroyed. I love being his cash cow. Okay I do not love his abuse. I love the coke he gives me. He had a different plan last night though. He wanted a younger girl to fuck on camera. He wanted a jailbait slut. Now, I have no daughters, just sons. But those sons of mine have schoolgirl friends. This one little girl broke my youngest son’s heart. He had a crush on her, and she used him to do her math assignments then turned him down when he asked her to a school dance. I was going to get revenge for him. I know her habits and stuff, so I stalked her, kidnapped her, drugged her and delivered her to my stepson’s place for a snuff porn. He has never killed before that I know of, but that changed yesterday. I delivered him the little whore he wanted, and she did not leave his place alive. I am a seasoned whore. I can take a lot of pain and abuse and thrive not die. This little whore I think got scared to death or something. He was not doing anything to her that he had not done to me countless times. He fisted her cunt and ass. He used a cattle prod on her girl parts. He fucked her tiny cunt and ass. He prolapsed both holes. He tore both holes. His cock is huge, and her little parts just were young and tiny. He fucked her to death. He got so much money from streaming her abuse and death, that he told me I am better as his accomplice than his victim. He gave me an even larger coke supply this time. I would rather be the accomplice than the victim any day.

Ass Rape Porn on Tinder

ass rape pornThis is the look on my face when I am getting an ass rape porn I did not sign up for. I am a little anal whore. I always have been, but some cocks are just too big for the ass.  I met Jeremy on Tinder. It was for sex. Maybe rough sex, a little partying, but nothing sadistic. He was a normal man. Married and horny. He was not like most of the men I know. Until he was just like all the rest. We were having polite conversation, getting to know each other when he slapped me. Hard too. My head snapped back. Then he was on top of me. He was not making love. He was not even fucking me. This was brutal rape phone sex fantasies come to life. He shoved his dick in my ass raw. That hurts. The ass always needs lube. He choked me as he forced his cock in and out of my asshole. He slapped my titties and pulled my hair. He kept slapping my face and punching my stomach. I thought I might vomit. It was clear he was not looking to hook up for the night. He just wanted the chance to beat up a bitch and force fuck her. He got that. He got that and more because he pissed on me and shared me with his friends too. About part way through the brutal ass fucking, he put his fist in my cunt. I let out a blood curdling scream in pain. I feared the neighbors would call the police. This guy ripped off his shirt and shoved it in my mouth like a ball gag. I was still screaming and reeling in the pain. And reeling in my stupidity. I think the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results. That is me. I keep getting on Tinder and excepting to meet a good guy.

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. Sick bitches like me have them too. I have more than dark fantasies, however. I act on my impulses. I think you should too because repressed desires are no good for anyone. That is why when I saw this little angel playing alone in the park, I seized the moment. She was too young to be playing alone. She was easy prey. I asked her if she wanted to see a puppy in the back of my van, then I chloroformed her. I am patient with my prey. I took her to my cabin in the woods for easy disposal. It is so off the grid that no one will ever find it. It is rustic. No power or running water. It is just a kill shack that masquerades as a hunting cabin. The little angel was groggy but alert enough to be scared. I was going to have fun with her, but I do wish you had been with me to enjoy destroying her young flesh. I love the smell and taste of virgin blood. I fucked her with a strap-on first. I popped that cherry quickly. When I grew bored of the strap-on, I switched to my fists. I love fisting a tight bald cunt. I split her in two. If she survived the assault, which she would not, her little cunt would need stitches. I am a snuff porn maker. No one lives to talk about their encounters with me. That is why I have never been caught. I have no real MO, so no pattern can be established. The remains are never found, because nature is my accomplice. After I killed the little cunt, I fed her to the coyotes and bears. That little bitch is literally just a shit stain in the wilderness now.

Pain and Pleasure

Taboo Phone SexYour wife looks so hot tied up with her legs spread. you have hired me to take care of her, record her, fuck her and do whatever the hell I want while you watch in a corner or through the hidden camera. I had my ‘friend’ kidnap her on her way home from work just like you requested. She has been here for days. She is naked, crying, wet, and screaming for me while you jerk off your dirty, pervert cock in the dark corner, She has no idea that you are watching as I whip her pussy black and blue. I turn her over and spank her ass! You want me to leave sexy cuts all along with her black. I take my blade and begin ad the red, bloody cuts begin and you cum all over them.

Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get wicked. I love to be tied up, but it is always a risk.  I mean some guys hate women so much, especially me, that I could end up dead one of these days. I know you are wondering why I would do it. Why would I put myself in a situation that could kill me or cause me bodily harm? I could tell you I am a pain slut. That would be a true statement. But that is not it. I am a coke whore. All the risky and stupid shit I do is because I either want coke or need money to get coke. It is clear by my pictures that I often pose for bondage shoots. I enjoy it. It is easy money to buy coke. Most of the ads I answer on Fet Life or other similar fetish sites are legitimate. Guys or studios just in need of fetish models. Occasionally, however, I am catfished. I am attracted to the money and my need for coke makes me ignore that gut feeling.

I arrived at the warehouse for my photo shoot and immediately felt off. Something was not right, but I was focused on the money and did not listen to my gut. There was bondage equipment in the room, but no cameras. I let the guy tie me up ignoring all the red flags that were there. He just wanted to tie a whore up for his gangbang rape porn fantasies. Soon, there were a bunch of men in the room. He paid these guys $20 to fuck me. Dirty men. Junkies and homeless men. Some of them smelled like that had not showered in over a year. I was force fucked for hours by the dregs of society. No condoms. No lube. It was humiliating and made me freak out about catching some disease. I never got paid either. I was so stupid. He tied me up for some sick pleasure. Now, I am even more desperate for money for coke.

Snuff Porn Secrets

snuff pornSnuff porn I like to watch. I do not like to be the star of a snuff flick, however. Honestly, you just never know what can happen. Snuff is a gamble. Some are fake and staged. Others are real. Women on the snuff circuit go missing all the time. Police showed up at my door this morning. That always scares the shit out of me. They wanted to ask me about a missing girl. I knew her. The weird thing is I met her over a decade ago. We made a snuff film together. I never saw her again. I almost barely escaped that snuff film. I knew she never did. She was reported missing a decade ago by her wealthy parents after she disappeared from a hotel room in Los Angeles. I was not sure what they knew or how they connected me to her. The only thing that ever connected us was a snuff sex video that a very rich man paid to have made. I survived. She did not. I did not know what happened to her body, but I knew she died. I saw her get slaughtered. I was panicked. If they knew about the movie, they knew I knew her. I lied. I said I made a dark film with her, but it was a staged film. I said we both walked away that day and I never saw her again. I worried they would know I lied, but it was not like I could do anything to save her. I would have been dismembered and disemboweled too. The cops would never find her body. There was not much of her left by the time her young body was destroyed. I asked how they found me. It was not the movie. It was a graphic from the film that landed on the Internet. They knew I was in a dark movie with her around the time she disappeared. They believed my story. We had both answered some Craigs List ad back when that was a thing. We made a movie because we were desperate for money but we both walked out of the studio. If the director thinks I talked, I will be dead. Snitches get stiches. I never rat on a master, a snuff director or snuff phone sex caller. Your dark secrets are safe with me. I want to live.

Sadistic Phone Sex Needs are Met with Me

You are a proud and strong man and when you come across me in the bar, I am a flirtatious cunt. I will smile at you from afar and be very timid acting. I’m a total bimbo and have men buying me drinks and groping a feel on me. You decide to approach as I am heading out. I am rude and quick with you. This starts to really fuel your alpha male cockiness. You decide once outside of the bar to grab me by the arm. I am spitting at you, I find you lower than my league of men. You are like scum and I treat you that way. I go to knee you in the groin. Oh boy this is really about to get real.

You kneel over for a second and recover quickly, a dumb cunt like me isn’t going to get one over on you. You walk quickly behind me, and pick up a bottle from the street. Approaching me you whack me on the back of the head and causing me to stumble to the ground in my stiletto heels. I am knock unconscious and You grab me up. You break the window of the car right at the road near where you knock  me down. Reaching in and unlocking the back door you shove me inside. Getting in and high jacking the car you drive what seemed like eternity to a dark area of the city. You get in the back seat and just start violating my holes with no fucking care. The whole time you are fucking me you are strangling me with your huge sausage like fingers. I am fucked to a bloody pulp and left in this car in a dark side of town.

Sadistic phone sex

Tortured Holes For Daddy

Taboo Phone SexI stay begging on my hands and knees for your forgiveness and mercy on my pussy! Tonight you have taken a turn on my ass hole and my screams have just made you harder and hard by every minute. The blood from my body makes that cock throb in my tight and tortured holes. I’m changed down to your concrete bed and I want to fight but I know it just results in letting your boy like their rape fantasies out on my holes. You shove a hot dildo inside of my ass hole that cauterized the bloody mess you have created inside of me. You jerked off in my blood from the slashes and new scars that you placed on my body. Please, Master! Can we stop tonight? No, please! You take another stab at me while letting in your son to fuck me until I pass out.

Sharing Master’s Slave

Torture SexMaster gave me to someone violent tonight. My holes ache with searing pain from how ruthlessly he destroyed my insides. He shoved my head into the dirt and muffled my cries with more and more force until I couldn’t even breathe anymore and my skull throbbed. He fucked my ass so sadistically the dirt turned to a red mud. My pussy begged for him, and he didn’t hesitate. He rammed my needy cunt, ground me against the newly made scarlet mud and hurt me for his pleasure. It was amazing, every moment another agony and another building orgasm. I couldn’t beg with my lips, couldn’t even scream, but the mere want to was enough to make me shiver as he treated me like a disposable slave. He didn’t slap my ass, he punched it, ground my cheeks into the dirt just to see if I could make out a muffled cry from my skin scraping off and painting below a little more. I loved every moment of it, I needed more, and he gave it to me like I was nothing. It took me an hour just to stop the tears, two to make it home to master.

Teen Rape Porn for Easter

teen rape pornHe wanted a teen rape porn for Easter. He was in the right place. We hunted together. He wanted a doll baby in her pretty Easter dress. We found this perfect little victim. Blue eyes, porcelain skin, blonde hair and wearing a white laced Easter dress with ribbons. Cute pink barrettes in her hair too. She looked so innocent. I was picturing her looking like one of the bloody twin girls from The Shining. He was picturing her with his big man cock in her tiny young holes. I made an anonymous bomb threat to the church and waited while the congregation panicked. We snatched her up in the man-made chaos. I used some chloroform to knock her out while we traveled to my kill shack. She woke up while my client was fucking her little puffy mound. Her white cotton panties, stained with blood, were around her ankles. She started crying, but that just made him fuck her harder. Certainly, got my juices going too. I love a little whore crying for her mommy who is never coming for her again. I had my knives sharpened and ready to carve up the bitch when he was done having his fun with her. He took his time too. Used her ass like she was some seasoned ass rape porn star not a little girl. Her ass bled on his cock too. His dick was thick, so he stretched out her cunt and her asshole. Eventually, he could not cum anymore. Her little holes were bloodied and swollen.  When he was done, it was my tern to have fun. I carved up her tender flesh like she was a brisket I was serving for Easter brunch. She bled bright red blood. I gutted her too. The pain was no doubt unbearable to the point she could not wait to die. I gave my sacrifice to the God who resides South of Heaven. He is the only one who shall rise today.