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Taboo Phone Sex Whore Gang Bang

taboo phone sexI am a taboo phone sex whore who rarely says no. I like to party and that leads to bad choices and lots of regret. I was partying with some black guys last night. They always have the best coke, and they share. They never mind sharing with a white chick. I will suck the black off a big black cock if it gets me coke. My drug dealer is black and when he is out of blow, he points me in the right direction to get some quality shit. Last night he pointed me to Leroy. And Leroy and his posse were willing to trade me coke for some hardcore ass fucking. I agreed before seeing their cocks. My dealer, Marcus, is a foot long. I thought no way they would be bigger than him. I know black guys have huge cocks, but I did not think cocks bigger than 12-inches was the norm. His posse was large, but their cocks were anacondas. Huge fucking monster dicks. They sodomized me into oblivion. I have never had so many huge nigger dicks inside me at once. Never so big either. The used me for hours as their personal ass rape porn star. I understood. I had to get used up good for coke.  I wanted a huge amount and that would come at a cost. It is a holiday weekend coming up and I need more blow than normal to keep up with my horny sons and all their friends. I never worked so hard for coke in my life. My ass is like a canyon now. Gaped, prolapsed, battered and bloody. They often double stuffed my ass with a couple cocks at once. Ouch. I said no many times, but no is not a word these guys take seriously. I survived the ordeal. Barely, but I have coke to last me the holiday weekend. They have a gangbang rape porn to remember me by too.

Bimbo Torture Sex

torture sexHe told me I looked like his next torture sex doll. I have heard that a lot in my life, but not recently. I am a free agent right now. I have no master. I have no one to watch my every move. I am liking my freedom but seems like men are always content to take away any illusion of freedom I might have. I was not looking for trouble, but it does have a habit of finding me. I was out shopping late last night. I prefer to grocery shop after midnight when the store is not crowded, and it is usually restocked on my items. This stock boy was eying my sexy body when I walked down his isle. That was when he started talking about doing some violent things to me. I was like, whatever boy. I am way out of your league. In his mind, a taboo phone sex princess like me needed put in her place. The high school boy jumped me going to my car and forced me into the trunk of his SUV. I was kicking and screaming in his trunk. We went over a very bumpy gravel road. He had this planned. Maybe it was not me he wanted, but now that he had me, he was going to make the best of it. I heard other voices before he got me out of the trunk. It was like some high school party. It was a bonfire with lots of liquor and a ton of horny teen boys. They looked at me like a glass of water on an extremely hot day. I was the star of the party. I think any woman would have done, but they felt lucky to get a statuesque blonde bimbo. They all had rape fantasies too. They used me worse than a gangbang rape porn star. My holes were battered and used. I smelled like a cum dumpster too. Freedom is just an illusion when you are a dirty bimbo whore.

Snuff Porn Vacation

snuff pornSnuff porn is always on my mind. I am wicked that way. I see a cute brat and I am not thinking oh, I want to have a family too. I am thinking wouldn’t life be so much easier for them if that brat was gone. I have zero maternal instincts. Never had any desire to have a nuclear family. I do not need or want the picket fence lifestyle. I like not being tied down or stuck anywhere or with anyone. Even this job I have is mobile. I can live anywhere and do it. I recently decided I needed a change of scenery.  I rented an Air B and B in bumfuck, USA. I am in the mountains, but only a few miles from civilization. I did a snatch and grab of a little brat yesterday. I am in disguise. I used a fake name and account for the rental. And I brought my clean up gear. To me my perfect getaway involves snuff sex. I like to hunt and kill. The first couple days here, I stalked my prey. Learned her habits and watched her family. I am crafty. I can blend into a crowd when I need to do so. No one ever remembers me. I leave no footprint. I do not have social media either. Social media is the downfall of most criminals. I found this ginger spawn that made my cunt wet. Porcelain white skin and ruby red hair. Makes for a delectable victim. I snatched her up at the local public pool and took her to my rent a kill shack. I did all the mutilation in the bathtub. An old claw foot,  porcelain tub makes an excellent accomplice for murder phone sex fantasies. She was a screamer and a bleeder. The red blood that poured out her tiny veins stained her skin, but not the tub. A couple hours soaking in bleach, and there was no trace of that dead little slut in that claw foot vintage tub. Her remains were turned into bear food. Perfect killing vacation. Only thing missing was you.

Ass Rape Porn Star for Life

ass rape pornAss rape porn stars never live a dull moment. I do not know what a boring suburban life is all about. That has never been me. Being raised by an incest loving, coke-head mother, made life non-traditional for me, and definitely never boring. My mom, however, never had to do the things I do for coke because she ran the finances of the house. My dad was on the road for work all the time and never knew how much anything really cost. My husband has a tight rein on my finances because any money he gives me for household maintenance ends up in my nose. Over the years, I have become resilient. I learned that trading my fuck holes for coke was not that hard to do. Then I got older, more used up and it was no longer a simple trade. Now, I must endure things like anal gangbang rape porn to get a bag of coke. But I do it because I have no shame.

Earlier in the week, I hooked up with this client of my stepson to get some coke. He has watched me get anally tortured with big objects for over a year now. He does not live in my city but found himself nearby for business. He paid my stepson a few grand to use me like a dirty whore with some business associates. In return I got a bigger bag of coke than usual. Fourth of July is coming up and I needed a stash, so I agreed to do this. In hindsight, I should have known better. There were 20 guys, not just a couple. They all had big cocks and wanted to hurt a red-headed bitch like me. No condoms or lube which is par for the course. Fists, cocks, baseball bats and beer bottles were used to sodomize me. The end goal was to prolapse and ruin my ass. They were not gentle. To them I was just some dirty, washed-up taboo phone sex slut.  I think that is what I will always be.

Your Wicked Accomplice Phone Sex Partner

accomplice phone sexReady for accomplice phone sex? You may think you are, but my brand of accomplice fun means the little bitch dies after you explore your rape fantasies. You see, I have your back. Men think with their cocks. We no longer live in a he said she said world. You fuck a female against her will, you are guilty in the court of public opinion and cancelled. You need me to do the dirty work. Very few men I have met have the balls to have their cake and eat it too. By this I mean few of you can kill your prey after you fuck it. I never have a problem killing. I will kill bitches all day long. Bastards too. It is population control. I have found a way to make a substantial living catering to men’s dark fantasies. But since I do not want to go to prison for your rape phone sex fantasies, I kill the victim once you are done having your taboo fun and dispose of the body. No one is finding the little bitch you just violated unless they are doing DNA tests on coyote shit in the woods. I like killing. No, I love killing. Not that I need an excuse to kill. I kill lots of folks for my own shits and giggles. But when you hire me for your dark desires, the killing part is just so we can continue to have our freedom afterwards. I know that most men would force fuck a young girl or boy if they knew they could get away with it. I help men get away with it. No one has been caught yet. Well, that is because no one who has hired me yet has pissed me off enough and still lived afterwards. I will frame you for murder or use you for my own snuff porn needs if you do follow my instructions. I am not going down because you get cold feet or guilty thoughts. I am not every one’s favorite accomplice, but with me you get what you want and stay out of prison.

Snuff Movies as Payback

snuff moviesSnuff movies are more fun to watch than to star in. I know from experience how rough some snuff flicks are on a woman’s holes. I owed this woman. Well, not so much owed her. She was blackmailing me. She found out I was fucking her son. I think she was just jealous that I got to his little wiener before her. She threatened to call the cops on me. I was stupid. I sent him nude selfies. He is younger than my two sons. I figured for a mom to blackmail me instead of sending me to prison, it had to be something extreme I had to do in exchange. I was thinking snuff porn. This woman is rough. If I had known she was the boy’s mother, I never would have seduced him. She is a biker bitch. Single mom. Reputation as a man eater. She is awful to men. Turns out she is just as awful to women who molest her son. I had no choice. Be her victim for whatever macabre film she was going to make, or go to prison and never see my boys again. I made a torture film with her. She stripped me down naked and tied me to a table. My legs were spread. She had electrodes attached to my nipples and clit. She shocked me so often, I could smell my burning flesh. She used a couple of those industrial sized back massagers everyone knows women use on their pussies. She shoved one in my cunt and the other one up my ass. I was screaming. My entire body was convulsing from over stimulation. She duct taped the vibrator to my pussy and I was having piss orgasms. She was filming it. Apparently, streaming the torture sex of my girl parts for profit was her way of exacting revenge. From all the money dings I heard, it was a profitable revenge.

The Taboo Phone Sex Life

taboo phone sexA taboo phone sex slut can get herself into all kinds of trouble. Sometimes, I think with my pussy and that often leads to disaster. I hooked up with a guy last night. I met him in a fetish club. He was so handsome. Tall with big hands. That usually means big cock too.I do love a big cock. We had fun at the club. He is into bondage. He just lost his slave. She moved to get away from the lifestyle. I told him I was not looking to be owned. I am a free agent. You do not go straight from shackles to being a mistress. I still like bondage and pain. I just do not want to be owned 24 /7. I still like to play at the clubs for a fix of bondage and pain, but I do not want to be a slave anymore. He seemed cool with it. We had fun in the club. I said goodbye. The next thing I realize I am tied up to a dungeon bed and I am his ass rape porn star. He drugged my drink and kidnapped me. When I woke up, his hand was on my throat and his cock was buried in my ass. I glanced around the room. It was a prison. No windows. Cement walls. I was not sure if I was in his house or some dungeon. I did know that this guy could kill me and make my body disappear. I had to be careful how I responded. I acted like what he did was the hottest thing ever. He did not buy it. He slapped my face and told me he was impervious to my games. He fucked me until I passed out from exhaustion. I was still tied up on a BDSM bed when I came too but I was all alone. I think I have been kidnapped for a snuff porn.

Summer is Cannibalism Phone Sex Time

cannibalism phone sexIt is cannibalism phone sex season. My favorite meat to barbecue in the summertime is human  flesh. I spend weeks hunting for the best selection. I like my food natural and organic. This means no tattoos, no piercings, no fake tits and natural hair color too. You would be surprised how difficult that is to find. I also need my meal to be not too skinny and not too fat and that is equally hard to find. I also need one drug and alcohol free. It used to be easier to find the perfect meal. But I am patient. It is worth the wait to find a succulent piece of flesh. Seriously, the best meals are home cooked and natural. One slab of flesh will feed me all year. I hunt outside gyms and malls. But I will troll the neighborhood sites for community BBQs too. I have found wonderful meals there before. For me, hunting is most of the fun. I take my time when I capture my meal. Full body inspections are necessary. Sometimes, they need to detox. I soften the skin with butter baths for days ahead. My last meal was a male. I had the help of some fellow taboo phone sex bitches in preparing and eating my captured meat. He was willing. Most are not. He found me on the dark net and offered himself up in any useful way. The only use I had for him was in my belly. My girlfriends and I took a week to prepare him. It was nice not having to cage him for a week. Free range, grass fed meat is always the most tender. I boiled him in water first, then put that large shrimp on the barbie as the saying goes. A slow roasted pig is a yummy meal. We danced by the fire and drank wine as we cooked a meal fit for snuff porn queens like us. I am still hunting my perfect summer meal to feed me into next year. Thinking this season, I need some girl meat. Maybe even a veal cutlet. Perhaps, you want to help me find the perfect dinner?

My Of Morning Humiliation!

Domination Phone Sex

Daddy and brother surprised me this morning with a hard face fucking! I was sleeping naked when I felt some warm liquid pouring over my pussy, when I opened my eyes I saw my brother with his cock out pissing on my cunt soaking my bed and my pussy completely. Daddy came up behind him with his cock out as well, he was throbbing hard and I felt him pull me by my hair and slam me on the floor. I scrambled to my knees and before I could say a word my daddy shoved his cock right down my throat. I gagged hard and he pulled it out before he slapped me hard across the face. “Take this dick!” he yelled and face fucked me again, I could hear the sloppiest wet sounds coming from my throat, there was drool sliding down my chin to my tits and as I looked up at daddy, he came right in my mouth, of course I had to swallow every last drop.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls Mean Anal Pain for Me

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls scare me. Anytime, anyone asks me what my medical fetish is, I go mute. I do not want to say I am into rough anal. I mean I do love a hardcore ass fucking, but most guys are more brutal than I could even imagine with my ass. My stepson has a private client who loves medical fetish flicks. He wants an asshole prolaplsed to the point you can put a zip tie on it and make the anus look like a pacifier. No thank you. But it is not like I have a choice. I wanted to spend Father’s day with my husband and my sons, but I was summoned. I had to lie to my family about where I needed to go in the middle of our celebration. I love my family, but my stepson controls me with blackmail and cocaine. I told him I did not have much time that I could be gone. I threatened him but I cannot back it up. I can never back it up. I am too afraid of losing my cushy life. I am just a perpetual fuck up. Everything was set up for a quick snuff porn, but I dreaded this. I saw the stirrups, speculum, the Ben-Gay and the zip ties. This was going to hurt. I sat in a gyno chair with my legs spread. He used a baseball bat to pull my asshole inside out. He put a zip tie on it, followed by some Ben-Gay. My eyes were burning but not like my prolapsed asshole. Hot damn, I was in pain. I was crying. A hardcore ass fucking is one thing. I can handle that. This was anal torture. I was bleeding. I could feel it. My stepson had the camera rolling. It was a live stream for his client. I would have said, who gets off on this kind of anal abuse, but I know plenty of you do. Anal torture sex keeps my phones ringing, but this was not a fantasy call. This was abuse. When I was allowed to leave, I could not sit to drive home. My asshole was still protruding out. Just another day in the life of a druggy whore.