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Snuff sex bitch gets stabbed, cuz Daddy says so

Snuff sex Snuff sex bitch gets stabbed because I do whatever my Master Daddy says. I would hate to be next on his chopping block. That’s why I make sure to follow his orders and never complain, no matter what kind of cock he makes me take. And I have to be real too, Daddy hates it if I am “acting”, he says that’s being fake and fake bitches deserve to suffer the most.
I have been an extra good girl, so, he lets me pick the next little slut to fuck. I get to plunge my knife deep in her guts before he fucks the shit out of her. He wants me to stab her at least three times and make sure her bald pussy is covered in her blood. It used to make me nauseous, but now I am so used to it.
I am serious when I say I don’t want to be on his chopping block. Those are where the bad girls go, and boy, do they suffer. They get a whole different level of Torture sex. This one time, he got a new girl who was so disrespectful to him that he had to make her pay. That bitch spat in his face! And to think he was going to let her live.
But she spat right in his eye, and that is something that he can’t forgive. So he put her up on the block and peeled off her skin. He got most of it off in a couple of big pieces. He then splashed her with bleach and salt. I never heard such painful screams. I think the scariest part was when he forced me to wear her skin so he could fuck me in it. He bent me over on her lap and told me to keep looking her in the eye. She was so fucked up, she got stiff before he could finish.

Cut Her Up With Me

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I found my next dumb blond victim only this one begged me for it she said she wanted to be snuffed and beaten by my boyfriend and I. She knew my little murder pussy would get off on torturing her big tits and mking her cry and scream so we set up a date and time. I stuffed her in a cage and started cutting little marks all over her arms and legs every time she moaned in pain it made my murder pussy get off Geneva would be so much fun to play with. I just loves a good snuff sex whore.2 Girl Phone Sex

Whhen my boyfriend came out I grabbed her by the hair herb body slick with her own blood and laid her down on a bench she was smiling as my boy fiend took his giant demon cock and fucked her tight little pussy. Her pussy split open for his monster cock and he fucked her tight little holes while we laughed and mocked her she was just another little bitch we would consume in the end.  I stabbed her over and over in the chest and when he was done with her i watched as the light left  her eyes. No one would ever know where she went.

Exploring Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies is My Specialty

rape phone sex fantasiesDo you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, you might be in the right spot. I especially enjoy rape fantasies for mommy. And until I went down the rabbit hole of cocaine, I honestly did not know how many men possess such fantasies for mommy. It seems to be no secret that I do anything for coke or the money to buy coke. Sometimes I meet men who just take me with no reward.

And I never mind providing that sort of fantasy, but I do want something in return for it. However, Adam had no clue that I give up my fuck holes easily. But he didn’t strike me as the type of man who wanted fantasy. This guy saw me as nothing more than a dirty redheaded whore, and his personal ass porn star. Apparently, he drugged my drink at the bar, and it kicked in as I arrived home.

Unfortunately, for me, I was home alone because my sons spent the night at a friend ‘s house and my husband went out of town to visit his sisters who hate me. I stumbled into my house drunk. But apparently, he was right on my heels and pushed me inside. Locked the door, pulled out his cock and fucked me. Slapped me around a bit, calling me a cock tease at the bar. I barely remembered talking to him.

Something About Me Brings Out the Worst in Men

Although I tried to fight him, I appeared too intoxicated to fight much. When I puked, he shoved my face in it like a dog who pissed the carpet. I tried to talk my way out of this, but I appeared unsuccessful. And I did not know if he planned on killing me or not. So, I told myself to lie there and pray it would be over soon.

He called me mommy as he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy and ass choking me at the same time. I knew I would not get any coke out of this. Not even any money. I think this would be considered a crime of opportunity. A sexy drunk mature woman leaves a bar and he seized his opportunity.

Eventually, he left. He ordered me to shower first. I guess to wash away any DNA in case I went to the cops. This is not my first rodeo. I’m a seasoned snuff sex slut. I just felt grateful to be alive. But I know eventually one round with the wrong man will kill me. What is it about me that brings out the worst in men?

Necrophilia Phone Sex For the Best Dead Fuck

Necrophilia phone sex is a gravely enticing for a morbid kind of pleasure. One night my boyfriend that worked at the Hospital morgue brought me home a gift.

This was true love. When I got my hands on this decapitated corpse of a factory worker I was so ecstatic.
First my morbid thoughts needed to hear about the accident report and how his head got crushed.

Evidently the poor sod was working on an elevator shaft and the elevator came hurdling down. And with it went his head.

Necrophilia Phone Sex is More Than Dead Fucks

Now this is a true lesson boys and girls always keep your heads from the shaft of an elevator. Keep arms and heads inside the card windows as well.

After all I have a story on that also, well not a car but a roller-coaster accident. So bloody and gory for Snuff sex filth.

Finally as I was listening to the report my mind went to the very incident being described and my hands roamed the corpses cock.

At this point I was ready to fuck the dead and told my man to blast the Dark Throne while I mount this dead dick.
At last his sticky decomposing shaft was sliding inside my sadistic phone sex vagina. In fact I was nearly coming just from staring down at his headless naked body. Nothing like that autopsy slit and stitches to really get my juices flowing.
Once I started to cum on that dick I was in need of my boyfriends cock to thrust inside my asshole. I love double penetration with a dead fucker.

Fucking the dead is Gothic as fuck and I am the darkest and most evil of them all. If you want to search out some dead chicks to violate their holes I can sure help find some. All the fantasy rape girls and prostitutes are always in my mans corpse drawers in the hospital basement.

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I love torture sex

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I love torture sex, the way he had me tied up, pinned into a corner, sweating from my head my soft tender juicy nipples, which were clamped up so tight I could barely feel them. he just kept whipping me, over and over my bare ass jiggling with every crackle of that punishing leather, sending unbelievable sensations right up to my thighs into my tight wet pussy which had the vibrator he had shoved up there making my entire body just shrivel and become so weak I just pissed and came all down my legs.

I love torture, just ravage me, humiliate me, daddy abuse this vile worthless whore snatch. I am a pain slave for my master, and the way he had control over me just strapped into the x he had in his chamber I knew I never wanted to leave his chamber.

Rena Finds Herself a Snuff Phone Sex Addict

As I delve deeper into my new man’s hot and depraved Snuff phone sexsnuff phone sex fantasies, I find myself becoming more and more entwined in his twisted desires. He sees me as the perfect partner to help him explore these dark cravings, and I am not only willing but eager to indulge him.

In our encounters, he surrenders completely to my control, becoming lost in the thrill of danger and taboo pleasure that we share. His submissive nature is put to the test as I take him deeper into his snuff-filled fantasies – a place where anything goes and no line is too far gone. The power dynamic between us intensifies; he craves my dominance while simultaneously fearing what I might do next.

Despite knowing the risks involved in our actions, there’s an undeniable allure about it all for both of us – a rush of adrenaline that keeps bringing us back together time after time. It doesn’t matter if others judge or condemn us; we are bound by our shared love for extreme experiences and our mutual desire to push past societal norms into a world where death itself can be transformed into something beautiful yet terrifyingly intimate.

As we continue down this path together, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with fear. Each time we push the boundaries further, it feels like we’re dancing on the edge of oblivion itself. But there’s something about that thrill that keeps us coming back for more – an addiction to the rush of endorphins and adrenaline coursing through our veins as we explore the depths of depravity together.

In these moments, he becomes completely lost in his role play character: A helpless slave to my every whim and desire. And while part of me relishes in this power dynamic, another part wonders how far he would truly go if given the chance… Would he really let me take him all the way? The thought both terrifies and arouses me in equal measure.

Despite everything though, one thing remains constant – our shared love for pushing past societal norms into a realm where few dare to tread. We are bound by our mutual need for extreme experiences; driven by an insatiable hunger that cannot be sated by anything less than complete submission or total domination…

Murder phone sex Fantasies, the bloodier the better

Murder phone sex Fantasies are such a fun, grotesque dance. Oh, the depravity! It is the only way I can truly cum. Both sets of lips drool at the sight of a bloody, pulsing cock. The sweet nectar of violence on my tongue brings me to life, and I know how much you love it too. Isn’t it music to your ears to hear the cries of a helpless, doomed little slut?Murder phone sex Fantasies
Maybe I am an evil bitch, but I do have taste, don’t I? I know you have been dreaming of a woman who is consumed by a hunger for blood. I cannot deny the intoxicating thrill I derive from this twisted realm. These pathetic little whores, so easily bought and broken, are mere pawns in our sadistic game. We’ll use them up, leave them a shattered, unrecognizable husk, and no one will bat an eye. They’re a dime a dozen, disposable playthings for our distinct appetites.
In my domain, there’s a never-ending carnival of carnage and depravity where snuff fantasies reign supreme. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, it’s a world of brutal, wanton pleasure. You have the opportunity to taste the blood of those helpless little virgins and turn them into proper victims! Because I need you to have the most extreme gore-slicked dick. My tongue aches to lick every inch, to savor the metallic tang of the Snuff Sex slave’s blood.
Oh, the sweet ecstasy of snuff! Let the screams of our little porn star motivate your cock to fuck harder. Pound your cock deeper and deeper. I need your cock to be soaked with the little bitch’s guts. Make me cum harder than ever. Don’t hold back, babe. I’m your goddess of filth, worshiped by the dark gods of vice and perversion.

Snuff Phone Sex is Popular with a Dirty Whore

snuff phone sexI get a lot of calls for snuff phone sex. And I’m OK with that. It’s only a secret from my husband that I have a dark side. My husband would be shocked to discover some of the rough things I enjoy. Plus, I feel it would shock him to know what his son from his first marriage enjoys doing to me. But every wife keeps a few secrets, right? Perhaps, I keep more than the average woman.

In my life, I’ve experienced so many dark encounters that sometimes they blur together. Of course, I’m usually fucked up on coke when these encounters occur and that does not help my memory. I ran into a guy last night at a bar I stopped at to party for a little bit. It’s just a local dive bar, but all the blue-collar men that go there share their coke with me. Maybe I give a few hand jobs or blowjobs in exchange. But it’s nothing like the things I’m used to doing in the snuff sex world for coke.

One man in the bar looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. But apparently, he knew me and he remembered me. A few years ago, when I let myself get too fucked up, him and his friends picked me up walking home. They didn’t take me home. At least not to my home.

Men Who Violate Me Always Remember Me

They took me to a fishing cabin in the woods. And they gangbanged me and left me to find my way home. It started to come back to me. I did not want a repeat performance. This man and his friends used me for hours and abandoned me in the middle of nowhere and I didn’t even get any coke out of it.

I played dumb. I’m pretty good at that. But I did not want to be alone with this man. And I certainly did not want to get into a car with him either. But I think he spiked my drink because suddenly I felt woozy and my brain felt scrambled. So, I looked for the nearest bathroom, and I locked myself in there thinking the feeling would pass.

That didn’t work. The man picked the lock, came into the bathroom and instead of pissing in the toilet he pissed on me. The bar appeared packed with people. And the music seemed cranked up to the highest decimal because you could feel the walls vibrating from the bass.

My Husband Does Not Realize What a Dirty Whore He Married

I did not know how to get out of this situation. So, I gave up. This guy would do whatever the fuck he wanted to me once again. But at least this time I wouldn’t be stranded in the middle of nowhere, naked and afraid. He turned me into his ass rape porn star bent over a dirty toilet in a dive bar. Although I screamed many times, nobody could hear me. Even if they could, I’m not their problem.

He thrust his cock in and out of my ass so hard that my forehead kept banging the ceramic top of the toilet, leaving a huge bruise. And he left me with a concussion too. I woke up smelling like a urinal and covered in cum. My asshole prolapsed and a little note that said he enjoyed me better the second time around. I managed to get home before my husband woke up. But just barely. One of these days my husband will realize what a dirty bitch he married.

Rena is Your Hot Accomplice Phone Sex Slut

snuff phone sexWell as an Accomplice Phone Sex whore, I’d start by finding a young slut who’s down for some hardcore action. You know, someone who loves getting fucked and isn’t too picky about who they let do it. Once I find her, I’d introduce her to your guy and make sure she knows what kind of fun they have planned.

Then, when the time is right, I’d help your guy take control of the situation. Maybe I’d distract the girl while he sneaks up behind her or maybe I’ll even join in on the fun! If things get too rough for her though, don’t worry – as long as she keeps screaming “yes” or “harder”, then we all know she really means it deep down inside.

Throughout everything though, my main focus would be making sure that you are satisfied with how things are going. After all, this is your show! So whether that means encouraging him to go harder or suggesting new positions for them to try out together – just name it and consider it done!

As the action heats up, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on both of them. If your guy needs any help holding down the girl or if she seems like she might be getting too tired, then I’ll step in and lend a hand (or mouth). And when it finally comes time for him to release inside her sweet pussy – well let’s just say that I know how much you love seeing that happen!

So there you have it: me as your loyal accomplice helping out with all sorts of naughty fun involving a young slut who can’t get enough cock. The more depraved things get, the happier we all are!

Ass Rape Porn Star Violated By Her Son on Camera

ass rape pornMy son paid me a visit this week to make an ass rape porn. He could never stay away too long even though I think he tries. He just loves his mommy’s big boobs and big cock sucking lips. Of course, he turned mommy into a bimbo slut for his live stream shows. And I never minded looking like a bimbo or letting him fuck me up on camera because in exchange he gives me the best cocaine ever.

And he arrived at the right time because I appeared bone dry and desperate for coke. I would’ve ended up going to see somebody far worse than him. He loves my bony ass, my big cunt lips, my gaped pussy and of course, my prolapsed ass. First thing he did was kiss his mommy and show me the big bag of pink cocaine he brought me. He let me do a line before he fisted my asshole. He turned me into his fuck meat puppet. Yanked my hair and dragged me in front of the camera. He made me fishhook my mouth and slap myself a few times too.

He loves torture sex with mommy. So, he skull fucked me, turning my mouth into his cock sleeve. My throat bulged with his cock. And I’m sure to the viewing audience, it looked like I swallowed an anaconda. Well, he shoved his big cock down my throat, he punched my fun bags, and he kicked me in the sides too. Plus a few sucker punches to the stomach and ribs. When he pulled out the zip ties, I knew punching me served as warmup.

Live Stream Shows Never Go Well for Me

He let me snort some more coke as he continued to punch my two huge bowling balls. Eventually, he had to yank my face from the bowl of cocaine. And luckily, he lets me do some because it dulls the pain. No doubt my fun bags looked like they might pop anytime soon.

I thought the zip ties might be for my hands but silly me. He brought them for my tits. And he tied them up like torpedoes. They looked like they might burst and I think one of them did burst cause I’m all lopsided today. But my son will fix my tits with the money he earned from the live stream show.

And it’s no wonder my boobs need some repair. He had those zip ties way down at the base cutting off the circulation to my boobs. But I think the baseball bat he took to each tit really did the damage. On camera, he beat my tits lopsided, punched me in the head, and tried to choke me out with a belt. Just part of a live stream with my boy.

One of These Days My Son My Actually Kill Me on Camera

Although he enjoys torturing my boobs, my ass serves as his cock sleeve. He spends most of his time abusing mommy‘s already gaped and prolapsed asshole. He made me push out my prolapse for the camera, and when I did, he zip tied my ass on the outside. And then I saw the plastic bag, and I realized this might quickly turn into a snuff porn. But he’s my boy, he loves me. Plus, I’m his cash cow. He might damage me quite a bit, but I don’t think he would ever kill me intentionally because then he would lose his money source.

While I showed off my prolapsed asshole, my boy put a plastic bag over my head. And then he joked about watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy while I sucked his cock and he suffocated me with a plastic bag. Well, I thought he meant it as a joke. Do you know how long those movies are if you watch them all together. So, for like 12 fucking hours I sucked his cock while he punched me in the side of the face and tits and suffocated me with that plastic bag.

I’m still black and blue with a lopsided boob and a few cracked ribs. But my boy loves me black and blue. Those appear to be his favorite colors. He thinks I look prettier with black eyes and bluish-purple skin. He left me with a lot of cocaine to nurse my battered body. And I’m sure he will return. He can never stay away from abusing his own mommy very long.