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Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Makes Prolapsed Anal Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornI showed up to audition for an ass rape porn that would pay a lot of money. I needed the gig. Plus, I knew I would be perfect for it. In auditions for a legitimate snuff or rough sex videos nobody fucks you, but you do have to toy with your ass and show the director that you can handle things in the butt.

The cocaine diet keeps me thin. And eons of rough sex even violent sex keeps my ass loose. But I am getting older. And I’m competing with barely legal girls. That’s why I often need to seek out less legitimate movie directors. I did not get the part I auditioned for. However, I did get a recommendation to see this other snuff porn director who I never worked with before.

So, when I showed up at the abandoned warehouse for my addition, I felt a little nervous. You never know what you might get with a new person behind the camera. And I never know when I enter these situations if it might be my last audition. But this time I needed to put more than a butt plug in my ass. When I pulled my butt plug out, the director looked at me like a hungry vulture.

Now I felt nervous. He saw my prolapse and suddenly couldn’t control himself. Apparently, a woman’s prolapsed asshole acts like his kryptonite. He grabbed something off his desk. Then he charged me and pinned me against the wall. I knew this might get ugly. He turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve, much like my stepson does. He turned into a horny teenage boy at the side of my prolapse.

My Prolapsed Asshole Has Become My Meal Ticket

While fucking my prolapse he told me about a series of prolapsed anal porn he made. And how he’s been looking for a new model to make another series. He offered me a lot of money. And I thought about it. I will ever get back the asshole of my youth. Too much damage. Too much action. Why not star in a bunch of prolapse hardcore ass fucking movies. At least this man fucked me more gently than my stepson. He did not fuck my prolapse with icy hot. Instead, he used regular lubrication.

But he told me if I would make a test to video with him right then and there and I would earn $1000. That would buy me enough coke for the week or maybe even two weeks. So, I said sure. And he bent me over his desk with my hands tied behind my back and started shoving all sorts of different objects into my prolapsed asshole. At least he let me get high, so I could dull the pain.

Up until that day, I did not realize men had rape phone sex fantasies for a prolapsed asshole. But apparently, they do. And apparently it can be a profitable market. So, I signed a contract. And I got a little taste for what it feels like to be a prolapse ass porn star. We start filming next week. At least he gave me enough money to buy coke, so I don’t need to endanger myself again until we start filming. But I just know my asshole will take a major beating, However, that’s nothing new.

Snuff Sex Whore Who Surrendered to the Best Demonic Sodomy

I’m Geneva, the Snuff Sex whore who surrendered to Demonic sodomy and swung in the Village Square.
It started when I sold my tight little holes in the back alleys long before the devil claimed me. First, I discovered the dark pleasure of sodomy and never looked back.
Moreover, every thick cock that stretched my greedy ass felt like pure demonic fire. Consequently, I begged strangers to ruin me harder, deeper, and filthier, moaning like the possessed whore I had become. “Fuck my sinful ass until I scream for Satan himself!” I cried, and they always obeyed.
However, the village finally caught me. Soon, the elders dragged me naked into the square while hundreds of men and their grown sons watched. Furthermore, they sentenced me to public sodomy as punishment before the rope.

Snuff Sex and Sodomy Are My Demise

Next, they bent me over the wooden platform and took turns with me. One after another, they rammed their cocks balls-deep into my ass while I laughed and begged for more.
“Use your little fuck whore! Fill this demonic cunt with every drop!” I screamed as load after load flooded my guts. As a result, cum poured down my thighs in thick rivers. In fact, I came so hard my legs shook while they passed me around like a cheap rag doll.
Finally, they looped the noose around my slender neck. I felt the rough rope tighten, and then the trapdoor dropped.
In the end, my neck snapped with a loud crack. Leaving my body to swing limp and lifeless in the center of the square. All while every man and son who had just used me stepped forward again.
They stroked themselves over my dangling corpse.  Ultimately, painting my dead tits, my broken face, and my still-leaking ass with fresh ropes of jizz. Now my lifeless body hung there for hours, dripping with the cum of the entire village.
I am Geneva, the little fuck whore who embraced demonic sodomy and paid with my life. Even in death, my ruined holes and cum-soaked skin served as the ultimate warning — and the ultimate thrill for every man who watched me swing.
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Gangbang Rape Porn With My Sister

Gangbang rape porn gets your cock rock hard, you can’t get enough of my hardcore gangbang stories, let me tell you about the time I had my younger sister’s cunt force fucked by thirteen hung big black cock thugs. 

Gangbang rape pornMy foster parents always insisted that I let my younger foster sister tag along with me everywhere I went. The last time was a few nights ago I was going to a party, and she just had to come with me. 

She got really hammered at the party, got really loose, flirted with all the older guys, she was being a real cock tease. 

One of the guys said that I should let them teach her a lesson, I agreed to send her upstairs to get our coats out the bedroom, but she went to the wrong room, when she went into the room it was a couple guys in there, she tried to run away but wasn’t fast enough. 

They blocked the entrance, started pulling at her clothes ripping her stockings, threw her on the bed, her little thong ripped off, that bald pink pussy exposed, one of them held her legs down, another held her arms, the third taking out his huge cock, ramming it in her tight virgin cunt, popping her cherry as she screamed in pain. 

Once they found out she was a virgin they lined up taking turns, they fucked all of her holes until she was sore stretched out and gaping, her pussy was ripped and leaking cum, her little asshole prolapsed and inflamed, they really put those holes to work. 

When she finally came back downstairs her hair and make-up was a mess, her stockings were missing, she had bruises all over her thighs and wrist, bet you she won’t tag along with me anymore.

Accomplice Phone Sex Takes the Heat of This Druggy Mommy

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. For one I love helping men with their dark fantasies and their devious endeavors. But I also like profiting from somebody else’s pain, not mine. Decades of being the slave makes me a good accomplice. But I never get asked to be the accomplice. So, when I did, I put my all into it because it felt like a break from the usual submissive whore stuff men force me to do.

I support my drug habits being the victim. The strung-out druggie whore mother, so desperate for cocaine she lets packs of feral men ravage her. I showed up the other day at this place to make a snuff film. But I assumed I’d be the snuff star. Because I always am the victim. However, this director, who I worked with in the past, wanted me to be the accomplice instead. He makes a ton of snuff movies. This time I would be the mother of the snuff star. A young girl.

This excited me. For once, I would earn cocaine money and not return home, black and blue or with some sort of injury I needed to explain away. Although I did feel bad for the young girl because I knew the other male costars would brutalize her fuck holes, I felt relieved that I would not be victimized. So, the premise of this little underground flick centered on a desperate mother selling her young girl online to the highest bidder for drug money.

Sometimes, I Get to Be the Accomplice, and I Enjoy the Focus on Someone Else for Once

I don’t have any daughters luckily. Because honestly, sometimes when I’m super strung out, I think about shit like that. I’ve heard stories all my life. I travel in a world of seedy men who no doubt would purchase a young girl to do nefarious things to if they could get away with it. But in this movie, the man who purchased my daughter wanted me to watch all the vile and violent things he did to my daughter

Although I cannot tell you the age here I can on a call because the daughter I sold online seemed super young. And this man strapped her down to a table and fucked every one of her holes violently. Even put a fist in her pussy and ass. At her age, being an ass rape porn star feels worse than at my age. I watched him destroy these tiny little holes while she cried for me. But I just stood on the sidelines doing lines of cocaine watching him force fuck her tiny little body into oblivion.

For my role, the director paid me handsomely. Enough money to buy cocaine for the week. And I went home with no bruises or visible marks to explain a way. However, the vision of that man violating such a tiny little girl stock with me for a while.

But with enough cocaine, I won’t feel bad for the girl for long. That girl can take this moment and let it break her or make her stronger. That’s her choice. I chose wisely with this snuff movie because I didn’t get hurt at all. However, I bet this experience ruins her for the rest of her life. But that’s not on me.

Snuff Movies Makes You Super Horny For Tight Pussy Layla

Snuff MoviesI’m strapped down so tight I can’t feel my wrists anymore, just the cold bite of the leather against my skin. He’s standing over me in this dimly lit bedroom, deciding whether I’m going to be his next victim or his favorite toy. Watching snuff movies on the cracked TV in the corner seems to be the only thing keeping him from grabbing that knife on the nightstand, and honestly, I’m begging for that instead.

 I can see his eyes darting from the screen to my chest, my breath hitching every time his gaze lingers on my busty tits spilling out of this torn dress. He told me he was going to kill me, that I was just another body to dispose of, but then he saw how much I was shaking… not just from fear, but from a sick, twisted sort of anticipation.

He didn’t expect me to be so desperate. When he saw the bulge in his pants growing, he realized I wasn’t fighting the restraints anymore; I was arching into them. I looked him dead in the eye and gave him full permission to do whatever he wanted, as long as he stayed inside me. He crawled onto the bed, looming over me like a predator, his heavy weight pinning me into the mattress. 

I felt his hands, rough and calloused, bruising my thighs as he forced them apart to get to the real prize. My heart was hammering against my ribs, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating off him. The moment he entered my tight pussy, the air left my lungs in a sharp, jagged moan. It’s a different kind of survival here. I’m an innocent girl caught in a nightmare, but my body is a traitor that craves the friction.

 He’s not gentle… he doesn’t have to be. Every thrust is a reminder that I’m alive, that I’m his, and that he’s forgotten all about that knife. I’ve become his captive slut, a breathless mess of sweat and tears, pleading for him to fill me up until I can’t think about the world outside these four walls.

I don’t know if I’ll ever leave this room, or if he’ll change his mind again once he’s had his fill of me. But right now, with his hands around my throat and his cock buried deep, I’m exactly where I need to be to stay alive. I’m Layla… Your favorite busty tit slut, and I’m trapped in a house of shadows, serving a man who holds my life in his hands. Maybe if you’re like him, you’d want a turn at breaking what’s left of me.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Become More Interesting When I am In Charge

medical fetish phone sexI enjoy medical fetish phone sex calls. When I lived my life completely as a submissive whore, many men enjoyed using speculums on me and torturing my girl parts. Some of it I enjoyed. However, most of it exceeded my pain threshold. Now that I live my life mostly as a switch and an accomplice I enjoy exploring medical fetishes with submissive men.

I met Alex at the strip club last year. We’ve been on a few paid dates if you get my drift. But I’ve never fucked Alex. And I never will. He doesn’t pay me to fuck me, but he does pay me for cock and ball torture. Perhaps, you could call Alex a CBT junkie. He always seems to be chasing his next high. We went from ball kicking in the VIP room to using sounding devices lubricated with Ben Gay in his own macabre medical room.

Alex told me he recently turned 35. So, I’m not much older than him. However, he became a millionaire last year when he sold an app to a company. So, I call him boy genius. Big tech mind. But with all that money, he doesn’t want to buy girls to fuck him. He just wants to buy girls for extreme cock and ball torture sex.

So last night, I met him at his place, and we went to his recreated medical room. When I saw the speculums, I thought he might want to explore my pussy. But he wanted me to explore his ass. Cranked it open as wide as I could and put my arm all the way inside of him. Kinky. But he paid me for a job and I planned on delivering.

Medical Torture Seems More Fun When I am the One Inflicting the Pain

So, after he ate my pussy for a solid half hour and even worshiped my ass, I got him on the patient’s table. I dipped the speculum in Ben Gay and made him get into the downward dog position on the medical table.

I cranked his ass open wide. Turned it into the Grand Canyon. While cranked up, I managed to get most of my arm up his ass. Now, I do enjoy fisting men. But this marked the first time I ever put my entire arm up a man’s ass. I scraped the inside of his ass with my long red fingernails too. Since he told me the first night, we met at the strip club, that he considers himself the biggest pain slut in the world, I knew he could handle a few scrapes.

I do believe the Ben Gay hurt him. It burned through his ass. I made him my ass rape porn star. After I finished torturing his asshole, I used a sounding device on his pee hole. And of course, I kicked him in the balls some more, squeezed his balls and made him worship my pussy and ass some more too. Getting paid this much money to torture a man’s ass and his cock, and balls seemed like easy money to me. I’m really letting this domination side of me flourish.

Mutilation Phone Sex Removing Intimate Body Parts From Layla

Mutilation Phone SexThe shadows in my bedroom didn’t just shift; they breathed. I lay there, pinned by the weight of a silhouette I didn’t recognize, the cold steel of a blade pressed firmly against my collarbone. This was the beginning of my Mutilation Phone Sex nightmare, a dark reality where the stranger who broke into my home looked at my limbs like they were trophies to be harvested. 

I could see the cold, clinical hunger in his eyes as he traced the sharp edge of a hatchet down my arm, whispering about which part of me he wanted to keep forever as a souvenir of this intrusion. My breath hitched, a mix of genuine terror and a sudden, forbidden spark of adrenaline as I realized I was completely at his mercy.

He moved with a terrifying precision, his gloved hand gripping my chin as he positioned the blade over my trembling fingers. He spoke about the beauty of destruction, about how much more intimate it would be to take a piece of me away. But then, something shifted in the heavy air of the room. As he ripped my silk nightgown to get a better angle for his work, his breath caught. 

The clinical detachment in his eyes flickered and died, replaced by a raw, primal heat that made my skin crawl and burn all at once. He wasn’t looking at me like a project anymore; he was looking at me like a feast. I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, as his gaze traveled from the blade to the curve of my waist. 

The hand that was supposed to disfigure me began to shake, not from hesitation, but from a sudden, overwhelming surge of lust. I could see it through his rough denim… the unmistakable, rock-hard evidence that the sight of my vulnerable body had completely overridden his violent intent. The hatchet clattered to the floor, forgotten, as he realized that taking my life or my limbs wouldn’t satisfy him nearly as much as taking my innocence over and over again.

“Change of plans,” he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger that felt even more dangerous than the steel. He didn’t want a souvenir; he wanted the whole, living, breathing thing. He wanted to feel my heartbeat against his chest for hours while he claimed every inch of me he had originally planned to ruin. 

Now, the only thing that matters is the friction, the sweat, and the absolute power he holds over me in the dark. I’m his captive, his toy, and the long, grueling night of pleasure he has planned is going to be far more intense than any blade. You don’t want to miss a single moan as he proves that some urges are even more addictive than blood.

Torture sex slave hangs there & we can do whatever you want

Torture sex slave hangs there, a helpless and exquisite decoration. I always pick the best toys for these depraved games. Her body is bound and completely helpless.

The chains she is in are tight enough; they cut into her delicate skin.Torture sex

The noose around her slender throat is just tight enough to remind her not to fight. She is at our mercy until we decide to snuff out her life in a gory spectacle of violent sex.

We circle her, our eyes roving over her trembling form, drinking in the sight of her agony. I lower her to my mouth and lick her pretty little twat. She tastes sweet; she might even be enjoying this more than I thought she would.

I pull her cunt off my mouth and lower her even more. Her cunt matches up to your hard-on. Man, I know that meat hammer is going to pummel the shit out of her. Show me what you got, Daddy, pound that helpless little brat into nothing. I know you will make her bitch cunt quiver!

Her pussy is a ruined mess, the delicate tissues stretched to their limits as we continue to fuck her senseless. We can feel her cervix as we ram into her, the wet squelching of your cock plunging into her shattered cunt music to our ears.

She isn’t going to last much longer, and unless you have a kink for stiffs, it’s about time we really show her what Snuff sex is all about.

You are going to fuck her, and I am going to stab her.

Each stab wound I make, I want you to stick your dick in until you explode.

All of that blood dripping down on me, making my skin young and perfect, is enough for my devilish pussy to cum. But we are a team, and I’ll hold off till you fill every hole of hers with your spunk.

Snuff Porn Desires with Hot Layla Fulfilling Your Every Need

Snuff PornThe camera is always on, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way because being a total bimbo means I live for the attention. My life is basically a nonstop loop of snuff porn fantasies come to life, and I spend most of my time making sure my makeup is perfect and my lip gloss is extra sticky for the lens. But today, things took a turn that made my little nigger brain short circuit in the best way possible. 

I was just lounging in my silk robes, admiring my latest filler and pouting at my reflection, when I realized someone was watching me… and not just through the official pay per view stream. I heard a faint click from the hallway, and then a shadow slipped past my bedroom door, making my heart race under my lacy bra. 

Most girls would scream, but I just blinked my long lashes and felt a rush of heat between my thighs. This unknown stranger didn’t want my jewelry or my designer bags; he wanted the version of me that lives for the most vulgar, weird, and over the top demands. He stepped into the light, masked and silent, holding a folder full of photos he’d taken of me when I thought I was alone. 

It was a total invasion of privacy, but seeing how obsessed he was with my “cum facials” and my ditzy personality made me melt. “Are you lost, or are you just here to worship me?” I asked, my voice breathy and high pitched, the perfect bimbo invitation. He didn’t answer with words; instead, he pulled out a list of the filthiest things he wanted me to do, things that even the wildest directors wouldn’t dare to script. 

He was into the strange stuff… the kind of unknown taboo scenarios that require a girl with zero inhibitions and a huge appetite for being used. I watched him watch me, and I realized that having a stalker who knows every one of my dirty secrets is actually the ultimate power trip.

He moved closer, his presence heavy and intimidating, and I just tilted my head back, offering him the view he’d clearly been dreaming about. I’ve spent my whole career being a fantasy for thousands, but being the specific, private target for a stranger’s darkest impulses?

That’s a different kind of high. I’m his favorite toy now, a living doll designed for his pleasure, and as he started to guide me through his list of vulgar demands, I knew I was never going to want my privacy back. I was born to be watched, used, and absolutely ruined by someone who knows exactly how to break a girl like me.

Knife Play Phone Sex is The Number One Way I Like to Kill

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex remains my favorite. I believe a knife requires more skill than a gun. Plus, a knife kills someone slower than a gun. With a knife wound, somebody bleeds out slowly and death is not instant like a bullet through the brain. Knives rule my world.

I took a girl under my wing. A few months ago, I worked with a guy who wanted her dead. But he turned out to be quite shady and when I found out that he wanted to kill me too, I made her my accomplice instead. And she helped me kill her own uncle. I made her my trainee. I saw a lot of me in her. So, I am teaching her about knives and turning her into a taboo phone sex princess.

Although I don’t enjoy the company of very many people, occasionally I meet a young girl with potential. And I foster that evil inside of her. Some girls exist to clean house like me. In a way I’m like Dexter. I kill with a purpose. And I rarely kill anybody who doesn’t deserve to die. Now my moral compass seems less rigid than the average person, I still primarily kill those who deserve to die.

A person can enjoy killing and adhere to a moral hierarchy for killing. Top of my killing list are predators. Men and women who prey on others. Perhaps they drug their drinks or try to force them into slavery. Maybe they just attack unaccompanied women. I’ve even killed a few people for just looking at me wrong because I could tell that they wanted to force themselves on me, but I stopped them before they could.

Sometimes, I Turn a Young Girl into My Trainee and Accomplice

Predators come in all shapes and sizes like my young accomplice’s uncle. He started fucking her as a schoolgirl and when she became a young teen girl, he feared she would tell somebody. Hence why he hired me to kill her. Normally, I don’t care why somebody wants another person dead. I take the money and I do the job. However, this fucking predator tried to make me his victim too because.

So, he needed to die. And I let her use one of my knives to do it for me. And I saw that expression in her eyes when that knife penetrated him in the gut, and he started to bleed out on the floor. She smiled. And she did not show any fear or hesitation. She liked killing him. And I suspect she long wanted him dead.

Now I’m teaching her my code. And I’m instilling in her a love of knives and sharp objects. She even picked out her next victim. The schoolboy bully who forces himself on other schoolgirls after he drugs them, and films himself fucking them.

That loser fits my moral code for murder. And together, we will set a trap for him and kill him on Friday night. She’s ready and eager. I love a young killer phone sex accomplice. In my life I’ve experienced a few girls just like her. The way I see it, I’m helping to shape the future teaching young girls that they can become a killer with a moral code just like me.