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Prostitution For Daddy!

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Tonight daddy told me to get dressed up really slutty so I could make him some extra money! I woke up to a gift from daddy and brother, a little pink lingerie set with a pretty bow on the back, it was prettier than any of my other clothes so I was excited to wear it. Little did I know that daddy had a plan to rent out my little pussy for some drugs and extra cash. Daddy tied me to the bed and gave me two molly pills so I got really wet and horny for any cock in my cunt. Two guys entered my room together with their dicks so hard, I loved the way they fucked me, they took turns stuffing my holes and making me cum on their dicks. I had a cunny full of cum within a few hours and all I could think of was taking more cock in my holes all night long.

Snuff Porn Sunday

snuff pornSnuff porn Sundays are a thing with my stepson and me. My husband is watching sports all day and I go visit his boy. My husband thinks my relationship with his son is maternal. It is nothing of the sort. I go to visit him so I can get some free coke. Well, I guess it is not really free because I have to work for it. And his relationship to me is out of necessity. He needs me. I am his cash cow. I am his 911 call because if he needs money, I can help him make it. He needed money. I needed coke. We helped each other out early this morning. When I arrived, I knew the drill. I knew I would have to subject myself to his violence. Today was a bit different. He had another woman tied to a chair waiting for me. I was not sure what was going to happen, but I was nervous. Since she was tied to the chair, my guess was she was not there to hurt me. He was going to abuse two hot milfs at once. He started on her, and what he did made me nauseated. He burned her flesh. First, with cigarettes. Then with a hot poker from the fire place. The Bitcoin sounds were going crazy. He was making bank. What was he going to do to me? Her flesh was peeling off her body. He was going to kill her. He has never killed a woman before.  At least not to my knowledge. Then suddenly, he untied me and told me to pick up a poker. It was not a choice. I could tell if I was not his accomplice phone sex partner, I would be tortured to death too. The Bitcoins were on fire and so was this woman. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach over what I did. My stepson is a murderer and I helped him. But I survived and I got coke.

Deadly Romance Dancing

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The blood that was pouring down her face made my cunt soaking wet Then again, that’s what he loved about me. My lover and I were cozy, the year 1985. We were snuggled up in the back of my Daddy’s bar and the dumb bitch who’d been flirting with my boyfriend was hanging by her ankles with coals on her feet. She had blood pouring in rivers down her face and she was screaming and begging for help. James was fingering my Garden of Eden with such a delicate urgency it nearly made me cum right then and there. But the show was only just beginning.

I took out my cattle prod, and I started zapping at her nipples, her hips, that sensitive little clit. And when she screamed too much for my liking, I simply bent over and cut out her tongue. It wiggled on the ground for a moment before it realized it was dead, and James and I danced around it with the violent, pleading shrieks of this bitch being our beautiful Air Supply. I could feel how hard he was, and I sank to my knees with my mouth open and eager. This was going to be a bloody Valentines Day to remember.

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Dating a Taboo Phone Sex Whore

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When you are a taboo phone sex whore, guys call you for all sorts of dark things. When you are dating a man who finds out you work for a snuff line, the same is true. I have been seeing Alex for a few weeks now. We met in a fetish club, so he knew I had some kinks I like to explore. When I told him about my job, he did not freak out. Most men freak out when they find out I do phone sex. They do not want to hear a thing. Alex wanted to know everything. He wanted to hear what men’s most violent fantasies were. He asked about how wet I get on snuff sex calls. He asked me if I would ever meet one of my callers. I explained that we sign a contract for our safety and the safety of the company not to meet anyone. He then asked me if I could meet any of my callers, who would it be. I thought it was a trick question, so I assured him there was no one I talk to that I would want to meet. Then his entire demeanor changed. He got this angry look in his eye, and he punched in the face. My nose and lip started bleeding. I was shocked. Then a nightmare unfolded before my eyes. He was a caller. Not a recent one, and one honestly, I had forgotten about because he was a tad obsessed. He stalked me, found out where I lived, and set me up. He was angry I did not remember him fondly and that I would not want to meet him. My new boyfriend was a psycho killer. His hands were around my throat squeezing so hard, I thought I might puke. I passed out instead. I woke up on a burning bed, screaming for my life. Pleading for my life, but he just sat there with sad eyes and a psychotic smile watching me burn to death.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

murder phone sex fantasiesDo you have murder phone sex fantasies?  I hope so. I am full of them. People think I am full of rage if I want to kill so many people. Not at all. I just like killing. I do not kill folks I hate or have beef with because that is a trail that leads back to me. I have gotten revenge, but it has been years later and usually done by an accomplice. I like to trade murders. That is where I kill someone who I have no affiliation with for you. And you return the favor. This has long been movie plots, LOL, but it is my way of taking out the trash from my life safely. I am smart and I am patient. That is how I never get caught. Crimes of passion are almost always solved. I met Mark online in a dark net chat room. He had a problem he needed fix. He was looking for a gun for hire to take care of his wife who was milking his millions away in an expensive divorce. He would be suspect number one if he did not have an airtight alibi for the night of her murder. It took me awhile to stalk her and kill her, but that was two years ago. I went to Miami to kill her while he was in Phoenix. I made it look like a robbery gone bad. I told him one day I would need a favor and he could not refuse. I did his murder for hire for free because I knew a day would come when I had a problem that I needed taken care of too. My problem was a former teacher in high school who tried to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me when I was young. He did not count on me being smarter than him at that age. Even though he was never able to fuck me, I told him one day my revenge would come when he least expected it. I waited almost 20 years for my revenge, and I used Mark to do it. I really wanted to be the one, but it could have come back on me. I thought Mark might balk at it but when I told him the why, he was glad to help. He even castrated the bastard for me. That was his touch. Sexual mutilation is always a female suspect in the eyes of cops, but I would be in the clear. So far no one has come asking questions. Mark and I got away with murder. I will always get away with murder because I am a smart taboo phone sex bitch. 

Crazy Curation

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I have a huge collection of old, homemade snuff porn that provides a perfect ambience for some sick and twisted fun.  The dim illumination and tinny sound of an old TV blaring out the screams and grunts of the hapless onscreen suckers are the ultimate way to evoke a real reaction out of a random innocent while barely lifting a finger.  It’s the perfect accompaniment to all of the depraved debauchery we have planned for our virtuous victims.

All of the meathooks and spiked ball gags in the world are no good if the dupe doesn’t really believe they’re in danger.  I like it when they truly think they are about to die, they get a look on their face that you just don’t see anywhere else.  Letting them see a snuff movie of some sympathetic simp being degraded and eviscerated by a vile villain takes their expression from fake scared to fully frantic in a palpitating heartbeat, which makes my pussy tingle and twitch with excited anticipation.  And all I had to do was simply hit the play button.

I have stacks and stacks of snuff on VHS, I’ll never run out of mangled meat and bloody bruises to project for a patsy.  Some I found on the black market, some were passed down to me, but regardless of how I came across any of it, it’s all perfect material for making our mark feel like they are in real, mortal danger.  And who knows, maybe they are.

Sometimes we get a bit excited and cut a little too deep or strangle a little too hard and literally fuck our foolish playtoy within an inch of their life.  Bleeding out and being banged to death is scary enough, but you add a soundtrack of screaming, pleading, crunching and groaning and a grayish blue overlay to light it all up and it takes it to a whole new horrifying level.  Sometimes it can even be the difference in if they piss themselves or not and nothing makes my pussy drip more than making some stupid, chaste chump uncontrollably urinate, it shows me that our torture sex has really made them lose all control.

I cherish my crazy curation and look forward to adding to it.  Maybe it’s even time to start making some movies of our own.  What do you say, you in?

 

Born a Snuff Porn Slave

snuff pornI am built for snuff porn. My dad used to tell me I was built for fucking. I think he envisioned me as a grown woman when I was just a schoolgirl to justify the horrible things his friends and him would do to me. I had an awful experience growing up. My youth was riddled with abuse. I ran away as a young teen girl. I do not know if my father or mother are still alive. Hell, I might have siblings. My friends have told me to do the 23 and Me DNA testing thing to see if I have any relatives. I have considered it, but I am afraid my father is still out there. I know he would be so angry. He might even kill me. I was his cash cow as a teen girl and his get out of jail free card. He would offer my holes up to his poker buddies every time he lost. I was offered up to cops to turn the other way too when he did something illegal too. No one ever turned down jail bait pussy. If the Internet was as big as it is now, I have no doubt my father would have pimped me out online too. When I finally had the guts to run away, I ran fast and far to make sure he would never find me again. He haunts my dreams. I wake up in a hot sweat many nights a week afraid I will see him standing over my bed with his cock out ready to explore his rape phone sex fantasies with me again. Men think they can treat me as their snuff doll and break me. Like I am afraid of anything they can bring. No one was worse than my father. He broke me years ago. I guess because he still haunts me, and I fear him finding me, I am still his slave. 

My Pussy Bit His Cock Off

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Demoness Indigo invested themselves in a little sick fantasy lately where my cunny has sharp teeth deep inside, and any man I try to seduce will only have his cock gobbled off and swallowed up by my starving, monstrous cunt! It’s a hot role play I can really get the fuck into! My pussy chews that amputated cock off and spits it out like jelly! I can then take this to a whole other level of fucked up, just the way Frank Oo’Myer likes me to! He’s my little victim slut who loves when I make my pussy spit that bloody, ground up cock out and put it in a bowl for him to eat!

Frankie boy says it’s the strawberry topping he always wanted. While he’s sobbing from my literal cunt from chomping off his cock, I’m spoon feeding him ice cream that’s covered in the ground up remains of his once proud penis. I’m making him cannibalize himself because he’s worthless and he deserves to rot in hell like the piece of shit he is! I won’t stop at his cock, though! I’m going to shove his balls deep into my cunt so my little pussy teeth can chomp his sac into fucking oblivion!

 

Violent Phone Sex

Killer Phone Sex Electrocution

killer phone sexIt is no secret that I love killer phone sex. It is in my genes. My grandpa ran a prison. He was responsible for 253 executions in his prison over the 20 years he ran it. I have his electric chair. I use it mainly for castration, but every now and then, I hook up the currents so I can kill a loser. I fired the chair up last night for a special guest. My grandpa told me all about how to prepare a subject for the electric chair and how to operate it. There are many things the public does not know about death by electrocution. First, the death row inmate is bathed and completely shaved. That includes the hair on his head and body. I prepare my personal death row inmate for electrocution by shaving every ounce of hair off his body. That includes his nut sack, ass crack and pubes. Electrocuted bodies are messy. My grandpa said to put a butt plug in the inmate’s ass, so he does not shit all over the place. Once my loser was shaved and cleaned, I put him in the chair with the butt plug in. I then slipped a catheter in his pee hole to prevent him from pissing everywhere. I put a leather strap in his mouth, so he did not bite his tongue off with the first electrical current. I strapped his head, chest, wrist, and ankles to the chair, so that his body would not levitate off the chair. I did not have the standard volts to course through his veins, but that did not matter. This was a snuff porn, not a federal execution. I do not have to adhere to the rule of no cruel and unusual punishment. I live for cruel and unusual punishment. So, I made the electrocution last for a harrowing 20 minutes instead of the industry standard of 30 seconds. The smell of burning flesh and the look on a man’s face as his brain is frying, is foreplay for me. I can still smell burnt flesh in my house. Helps me relive my special late-night kill over and over.

Gangbang Rape Porn to Score Coke

gangbang rape pornI auditioned for a gangbang rape porn. I was desperate for money. A blizzard cut off the supply for my normal dealers. I had to go downtown to the seedy part of town and hustle. I was giving blowjobs for $25 to gross men. That was how desperate I was. A woman hooking on the corner told me where to go to make serious bank. I asked her why she had not done it. She told me she was not right for the casting director because he was looking for mommy types. She was barely legal if that. I thanked her for the tip and went to the warehouse where she told me the auditions were taking place. I signed in, filled out an application and waited my turn. My desperate need for coke has led me down some dark paths before. This place looked legit. I should have known better. Nothing good ever happens to women in the seedy part of town late at night. When I am jonesing for a fix, common sense goes out the door. I went in when they called my name, and instantly felt afraid. The guys interviewing me looked at me like I was the golden ticket to some high winning lottery. I got the part, but ten minutes into filming, I wished I had not gotten the part. The men ganged up on me. Violently started pulling my clothes off and shoving fingers in any hole they could. No lube was used. I guess I should feel grateful that they at least spit on my asshole and cunt before shoving their bare cocks inside me. I guess I have endured worse, but they gaped my holes, even prolapsed them. Parts of my insides were hanging on the outside. Between my legs looked like a bloody massacre. I hobbled out the door. I hobbled out the door and down to the alley and scored some blow. I was gonna need it for the pain.