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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.

Gangbang Rape Porn – Come have your way with Cora!

Gangbang Rape Porn

 

Gangbang rape porn scenarios where you and all your buddies get to have your way with me and my passed-out body.  

Let’s say it’s very late at night, and you and your friends are walking home from the closed bars. You stumble across me, lying face down in the dirt in the corner of a dark park. You all look to each other and think, “We just scored the jackpot”. 

Lucky for us, I was already not wearing any panties, making access to my tight little pussy even easier for the gang. 

Every guy got their chance at my pussy, but some men even fucked my mouth!

All of you high fiving at literally finding pussy on the side of the road. I guess that will teach me to watch how much I drink. 

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Snuff Phone Sex School is in Session for the New Year

snuff phone sexA snuff phone sex new year is what we all need, right? No better way to say goodbye to an awful year than making some New Year’s resolutions like killing more. Or acting on your violent impulses finally. We all know I don’t hold back.

Whenever the urge to murder comes over me, I seize the opportunity. But I also know individuals like you never thought of yourselves as violent. And I’ve always leaned into my violent tendencies. The same way Dexter embraced his dark passenger. I did too.

But if somebody hires me to help them kill someone, I feel the need to share my infinite wisdom with them so that they can kill without me. Although I enjoy the money men pay me to help them kill some bitch, I know that when they get a taste for murder, they want to do it again.

Once you get away with murder once you want to get away with murder twice and so on. Each time invigorates you more. So once the initial panic and fear of being arrested dissipates, you find yourself hunting for your next victim.

Killer School is In Session

Starting off with accomplice phone sex gives you a taste for murder. But it also teaches you how to get away with murder because I’m a good killer. Some people excel at math or science. But I excel at murder and torture. And I can teach you my world of wisdom.

Although I am a loner and I don’t let too many people into my world, I do take on a few apprentices each year. And I plan to take on more this year cause I’m mortal. I can’t kill all the bitches and assholes solo. I need murderous bitches and bastards out there doing good work for me.

So, one of my resolutions involves starting a kill school. I got the idea from an episode of Criminal Minds. One man has an entire network of serial killers operating all over the world. I would love to turn more people into my killer phone sex disciples. Rid the world more worthless humans. So, this new year killer school will be in session. I will teach anybody how to get away with murder if they want to learn.

Rape phone sex fantasies make my cunt squirt everywhere

Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasies make my sloppy wet cunt squirt hard all over. My horny fucking pussy just has so many dark, sick rape fantasies. It’s so easy for me to talk about. I cum more times than I can count in a day just thinking about it.

Fuck I can’t help it, I am addicted to it. I crave to have my holes completely resized. Obliterate me and turn me into nothing but a sex doll.

I don’t care how bad it hurts. If I squirm, make it hurt more, and don’t let me squirm away. I live for it. The torture and my clothes being ripped right off me. 

Humiliating me wherever you can by simply degrading me. And fucking me like a worthless, nasty cum bucket for you. I’ll make the perfect pocket pussy that you can reuse over and over again. Something I just have to have it my slutty throat squeezed. 

More of everything, my holes get more horny just fantasizing about it and being all sprawled out on the slimy and dirty locker room floor.

At the same time, I begged my coach just to demolish me. All I could do was moan and whimper. I was unable to move.

What I really want is for my petite little body to be tossed around. Wanting it so fucking bad. It’s all I can fucking think about. Getting what I deserve, I love being a cum rag too much. Unable to control wanting to beg for more. 

Please give me your sticky load. I love when I’m sore the next day. All I’m thinking about is how I can get violently taken and abused. I love helping too, it’s always so fun bringing my friend and watching her get taken. Especially when I get her all fucked up and then bring her to have her holes all fucked at once.  

Snuff Porn Might Kill Me But it Earns Me Coke

snuff pornLast night felt like a snuff porn nightmare. My last night before the holidays to score some cocaine. I always need extra during the holidays because my sons and all their friends stay home from school for a couple weeks. And I need to be in tiptop shape. I went to a few drug dealers who couldn’t help me out because they did not have any product. So desperate times call for desperate measures. And I want to see Luke.

Luke makes my stepson look like a member of the Mickey Mouse club. Luke hates mothers. Like with a passion. Apparently, his mother screwed him up somewhere along the way. And now he makes snuff flicks of sons simulating murdering their mothers. I just told myself I’ve been through worse. And I’ll likely be through worse in the future at this rate. So, I sucked it up and kept my eye on the prize.

The man who would be my son and executioner, stood almost 7 feet tall. That alone made me shit a brick. That guy could kill me with his pinky and index finger. Seriously though, I did feel scared. But at least Luke let me do a line of coke before he started the snuff sex scene. The executioner showed me no mercy. Why would he, I guess. He threw me across the room. My head hit a cement wall so hard it took a chunk out of my forehead. Blood trickled down my face, and we were less than five minutes into a 30-minute feature film.

Mommy Takes a Beating So She Can Get Cocaine

Perhaps throwing me around like a beach ball seemed like foreplay to this dude. Because the next thing I knew he scooped me up with a thumb in my ass and hurled me in the air like it was an Olympic sport and he wanted the gold medal. And as I laid on the ground, battered, beaten, and bloody, he decided strangulation phone sex might be fun. His hands choked the life out of me. I lost consciousness a few times too.

This man beat me to a pulp while Luke rolled the camera. He told me it was my best work yet. Of course it was. He almost fucking killed me about halfway through this little snuff flick. I almost wanted to die. He gave me the money for Coke. But not enough to get as much Coke as I need to heal my pain and get through the end of the year. If my sons only knew the things that I endure just so I can be a good mommy whore for them.

Bloody Phone Sex Christmas is Here

bloody phone sexFor me, it’s not Christmas without some bloody phone sex. I like to put the red in Christmas. One of my favorite things to do this time of year is murder folks who do not understand the spirit of Christmas. And nowadays, I encounter scrooges left and right. Mother nature blessed us with white fluffy snow. And I find it erotic when I can go 80s slasher on some Scrooge in the snow. I love watching an asshole or a cunt bleed out in the white fluffy snow.

So, the setting seemed right, but I needed to find someone to kill. And that was much easier than I expected. I met a Karen. A stuck-up cunt who tried to fight a woman in Target for the last of some creepy ass looking doll.

Something very unsettling about her. She came into a Target in designer clothes and a bag that probably cost more than all the employees combined make in a month. And she acted superior. Grabbed the doll right out of a woman’s hand and then tossed her some money like that would make it OK.

Usually, I hunt for women like this at Walmart because that store brings out the ugly in everybody. I stopped into Target because of Starbucks. I just wanted a strong black coffee before I started hunting for my snuff porn star. But I found my victim right out of the gate.

This World is Full of Too Many Grinches

I keep a kill kit in my trunk along with a few disguises. So, I’m always prepared when I meet somebody who needs to die. I followed her in her big ass Denali. God she’s an awful driver. Distracted driver. She was fucking texting the entire time. Her driving almost caused a couple accidents. The self-entitled bitch really needed to die.

But I needed to be careful. I could not impulse kill her as much as I wanted because she lived in a fortress. However, I spent an entire night in my car, parked down the street watching that house. And I figured out a way to get in without being caught on camera. One of my many skills involves knowing how to bypass alarm systems. She appeared to be in that house alone. Perfect. I broke in the next night and drugged her with chloroform. Then I dragged her out into her backyard in all that fluffy snow.

I staged the crime scene to look like a robbery. Plus, a sexual assault by putting a condom on a dildo and tearing her nightgown. Sadly, she the chloroform put her in a deep sleep when I murdered her in the snow. But with neighbors on either side of her big ass privacy fences, I could not risk her screaming. Sure, I probably should’ve taken her to my kill shack or my dungeon, but I needed this to look like a robbery gone bad. This time of year, folks break into wealthy homes all the time.

Some Cunts Just Deserve to Die

I also needed to restrain myself from eviscerating her. Overkill looks personal and I needed this to look like a robbery gone wrong. So, I simply slit her throat. And I watched her unconscious body bleed out into the snow. And it looked beautiful. Her warm crimson blood began to melt the snow around her body.

She never knew why I murdered her. And I do like my victims understanding why they deserved killer phone sex. But I did my best with the situation. I know nothing about this woman other than she’s an awful cunt. She got what she deserved.

And I will always kill bitches like that. However, I prefer to make them suffer a lot longer than this bitch did. But one less grinch this Christmas. So, I’ll take it as a win. I mean, I did get to see her beautiful blood spill out of her awful body into that pure white snow. And that will live rent free in my mind forever.

Torture phone sex is all I want for Xxxmas

Torture phone sexTorture phone sex than dancing snowflakes or some fat guy giving out presents. I think the only good part about this holiday season is the fact that it’s so easy for me to find victims.

All I crave is forcing little bald pussy on your hard on.

Daddy needs a loyal accomplice. I know what you like, and I enjoy going on the hunt.
Flat chest, hairless cunt, and big, beautiful, blue, tearful eyes! You want a pretty little blondie to defile.

Well, I got her tied up on the bed, naked, and her cunt is really wet. I wanted to be a good girl for you, so I’ve been fingering her bald cunt for a while. I think the blood will feel excellent coating your cock.

It’s so much fun to watch you go feral on that little piece of meat. The moment I push your dick into her bloody pussy, you thrust with so much force, I think you instantly broke her hips. Your cock totally impaled her.

I’ve never seen anything like it.  When the blood started to pour out of her mouth, I knew she didn’t have long. Your cock is too powerful for this dumb slut, but we are going to draw this out. So here we are, your cock pounding into her, and me riding her little, stupid face.

Damn, the feeling of the blood gushing in my pussy hole is so good. I couldn’t hold it, and I squirted in that bitch’s dying throat. We’ll fuck her into a Snuff sex victim. The gore will be extravagant, and after she‘s stiff, I think we should use her. I want you to fuck me on her cold, dead body. Shoot enough sperm in me to fill my womb so we can make you a proper sex slave!

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. 

 

Snuff sex slave never stood a chance to survive

The Snuff sex slave, a pitiful pawn in our game, never had a chance to survive the brutal treatment Master Daddy orchestrates. My role is to unleash my own fury upon the whimpering girl beneath me, to make her scream and bleed for the dark pleasure that courses through Master Daddy’s veins.

I am his slave and I’ll always serve his will. I might die by his hands but until then we will be disgustingly evil.Snuff sex

As he watches, his increasingly rigid cock throbs with brutal lust. I lavish special attention on the helpless little slave. I made her drink my piss and eat my shit. Gave her a thousand tiny cuts and pissed on her again. So she screamed at the top of her lungs because it stung so bad.

I use her slight frame as a ragdoll, violently tossed about the room. Her pitiful attempts to fight back only encourage me to make it hurt as much as possible.  It felt splendid to punch her in the face. I licked the blood from her nose, and it made me feral.

Each brutal thrust drove me more into madness, and I gave everything to this Torture sex session. Her face was barely recognizable after I was done beating her. She was ready for Master Daddy’s cock.

Broken, beaten, and totally bloody. Obediently, I pin her down, my weight pressing upon her small form, as he starts to violently fuck her. He fucked her to death while I made her lick my dirty ass.

There’s a twisted sense of satisfaction I made it and she didn’t. See, I’ve been with him the longest than any whore who has entered his dungeon. I love when I get a chance to show him my devotion. I hope he knows how useful I am and keeps me around for a while.

 

Strangulation Phone Sex For The Best Strange Pleasures

Strangulation phone sex is how I enjoy  celebrating Christmas. Under the Christmas tree, amid all the pretty lights, a victim’s ass is tapped out hard.
When your hands wrap tight around my neck, it’s intense. But while that dick pounds into my ass, squeezing harder with every thrust, it excites you even more.
Plenty of celebrities, musicians, and artists have died from autoasphyxiation—or autoerotic asphyxia, as they call it.
It’s when you restrict oxygen to your brain for that heightened sexual rush. Obviously, it’s a dangerous kink.
And yes, this kink kills. A few years back, I discovered something dark about myself. My craving to be strangled was intensely arousing.
That intense rush—the oxygen slipping away, the edge of blacking out—while you violate my ass. This sends me into pure bliss.
Obviously, I like to cum hard, and this fantasy is one that blurs the line of reality. And diving deeper into the obsession, I was aware of the danger.
However, I threw myself into risky situations on purpose. First, I chased the real danger of losing my life.
Then, I hungered for that moment when consciousness fades, and the rape fantasy takes over.
Call it what you want—it makes me cum harder than anything else. Ultimately, I wanted to feel something intense.
But this became a greater pleasure alongside the anal sex fantasies of being snuffed.
Strangulation phone sex