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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.

Strangulation Phone Sex Where Layla Enjoys Being Choked Out

Strangulation Phone SexSteam clouds the bathroom, wrapping me in warmth as the water slides over my skin. I’m lost in the rhythm of the shower when a sharp noise makes me freeze… a soft creak of the floorboards. My pulse jumps, and a wicked shiver runs through me. My heart races, but it’s not fear… it’s excitement, tingling, hot, and delicious.

I bite my lip, imagining him… the intruder… mask hiding his face, hands tracing just the outline of my body. I gasp softly and think about the way we played earlier, how even the fantasy of him teasing me brings the memory of Strangulation Phone Sex to life, making me wetter, shivering, aching for more. Every step he takes sends a thrill curling through me, every imagined touch igniting me from head to toe.

I let out a soft moan when he presses against me, careful, teasing, letting me feel his weight behind me. My hands wander over myself as I tremble, imagining every teasing brush of his hands, every touch that makes me moan into the steam. I tilt my head back, lips parted, letting my body arch, needing, wanting more.

The tension coils tighter as he whispers filthy, naughty things only I can hear… words that make me shiver and whimper, imagining his hands everywhere, teasing me, making me tremble. I moan low, needy, loving every second, letting the fantasy play out as if it’s real, letting myself melt against him.

I imagine him gripping me tighter, pressing me against the wall of the shower, teasing, making me shiver, moan, beg. My breaths are fast, shallow, broken by soft, dirty little gasps. Every imagined touch, every whisper, every hot, teasing movement makes me ache, desperate, dripping, lost in the lust of it all.

I arch, quivering, imagining him pulling me closer, holding me just enough to drive me insane, letting me come undone under the weight of the fantasy. My moans fill the shower, echoing, urgent and raw, soft little cries of pleasure that only belong to him… and me.

I then give in to him loving the way he chokes my neck roughly, he knows exactly how I like it and why it makes my pussy super wet. I lean back under the water, imagining him slipping away, leaving me hot, dripping, craving, and desperate for the next time we play, knowing this wicked little fantasy is ours to replay, again and again.

 

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.

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Layla Loving Her Space Invaded

Home Invasion Phone SexThe door swings open and I freeze, already trembling. Home invasion phone sex had always been my favorite, but this time it felt sharper, rougher, exactly what I craved.

He steps in, smirking, eyes scanning me like I’m property he can claim at any second. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper, dropping to my knees instantly, because this is what I’m good at and I don’t fight it anymore.

He laughs, low and dangerous, and grabs my hair, tilting my face toward him. “You really will let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, trembling. “Anything.”

He enjoys it… the way I lean into him, the way I give up control, letting him see exactly how much I want to be taken advantage of. Every gasp, every whimper, every shiver is proof I belong here, in this chaos, in his hands.

“Look at you,” he says, shaking his head. “So greedy, so weak… and you love it.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Don’t stop.”

He smirks and keeps me on my knees, laughing softly as I stay there, marked and trembling, desperate for more. I let him guide me, humiliate me, push me, and I lean into it because this is what I want… even if I shouldn’t.

Scared but enticed, I’m gasping, flushed, and completely used. I stay kneeling, quiet and grateful, letting him enjoy exactly what he’s taken.

I don’t need to be special. I don’t need to be cared for. I just need this… the control, the roughness, the feeling of being consumed.

And as long as I stay like this… helpless, greedy, and obedient… I don’t lose a thing.

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

Rena Gets Wet For Strangulation Phone Sex

strangulation phone sexA hot strangulation phone sex call that went like this…

 

One night, I was out at a party when I met this guy named Alex. He was hot as hell and had these piercing blue eyes that just drew me in. We started talking and he mentioned that he was into some pretty kinky stuff, like strangulation during sex. At first, I was a bit hesitant but something about him made me want to explore my darker desires with him.

As the night went on, we ended up leaving the party together and heading back to his place. The moment we stepped inside, Alex pinned me against the wall and started kissing me passionately while slipping his hands under my skirt and onto my wet pussy. It felt so good being touched by him like this; it made all of my nerves tingle with anticipation for what was yet to come.

He then led me over to his bed where he proceeded to tie my wrists securely above my head using some silk scarves from his dresser drawer – an act which only served to heighten both our excitement levels even more! Once bound tightly enough for both our comforts (and discomfort), Alex climbed onto the bed between my spread legs…

Without any further warning or preamble, he pressed himself deep inside of me – hard enough that it almost hurt but oh-so-good at the same time! As soon as he began thrusting in earnest though – grunting loudly each time he pushed deeper into me – something strange happened: instead of feeling scared or threatened by this rough treatment from someone who didn’t know any better than myself how far things could go tonight…my body responded in kind by becoming even wetter than before! It was as if my body knew exactly what it wanted – needed even – and was eagerly begging for more of Alex’s rough treatment.

As he continued to thrust into me, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern that echoed through the room, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. The pressure building up inside me was intense but exhilarating at the same time; every time Alex would tighten his grip around my throat during one of his powerful thrusts, it only served to heighten both our senses and push us further towards the edge together.

Ass Rape Porn and The Free Range Butts Giving Event

Ass rape porn is something special and Thanksgiving has become Buttsgiving for us. It’s that hot time of  popping into an ass and strangled ass is the best ass.  This holiday enjoyed with a good accomplice is imminent this Butt giving Holiday.

It seems I really did my Master and Husband good as his Butt fucked Bride. Seems we got an 98 lbs. free-range butt Hunted on Saturday Night. Now that tight thing is going to give ass and head on Wednesday night and then we are going to cook her for Thanksgiving dinner!

Buttsgiving and Ass Rape Porn The New Holiday.

Or rather as I coined it to be Buttsgiving festivities. So a word from my Azzbuster extraordinaire, ended up in my inbox. It seems that this ass will certainly be used well. And her body weighs in at 98 lbs once the head is dropped.

Ass rape porn

She is a delightful little piece barely 5 feet tall, and a sweet bubble-butt. This little Buttsgiving feast  loves to worship cock. And Azzbuster has given her dozens of nourishing loads to eat.  That sure will fatten her up and make her all juicy. This piece of ass is a natural submissive, much like myself.

When Azzbuster took her ass-cherry she only whimpered a bit. But we ramped things up a lot. And boy she really makes it delightful. Now when Azzbuster pounds her ass she does cry. And when such a piece of ass cries it sweetens the butt fucking. In which makes Azzbusters cock even harder and the fucking exquisite.

Finally as his buttfuck bride I am getting a short break from ass-busting. The butt seems intrigued by beheading. So as a delight she asked Azzbuster to put her on her knees at the chopping block. This was during their final session last night.

Accomplice phone sex

It is going to be a very Happy Thanksgiving! Can we save a breast or ass-cheek for you! For me it will certainly be an Ass cheek! En Güte, Bon appetite Enjoy.

Evil Phone Sex Whore Cora

Evil Phone Sex

Nothing Cora loves more than some Evil Phone Sex.

Want to be put on your knees and be forced to beg for mercy?

Want to be left with tears in your eyes from all the pain she is going to administer to you? 

Want to be left second guessing your decisions? 

But what if Cora took it further? 

What if she held a knife to your sack as she sucks on the tip?

What if she sat on your face so hard she’s practically suffocating you, making you gasp for air?

What if she strangled you while riding your hard cock, turning your face blue? 

Would you be a pussy and ask her to stop?

Do you think you are capable of handling the torture she would want to give you? Would you take it all with a smile like a Good Boy? You think you can take all this? Baby, you’ll be begging for a timeout. 

I dare you to see if you can keep up with the wicked, sinful and perfectly evil Cora. 

 

Strangulation Phone Sex is The Best With Assification

Assification is purely verifying that my ass is open and what’s better than some Strangulation phone sex to accompany. As it stands my back door is accessible and Asscepting of penile intruders. Just get that belt around my neck and push me face down.

First thing you’ll notice is how plump and pumpable my round ass looks. Then after a yank on the belt around my neck the clenching of my ass cheeks is beckoning for the attention. Once that invitation is accepted and your dick meets my butthole all else is forgotten.

Next thing you know is that warm velvety moistness of my inner anal hole hugging that prick. Then without ado the thrusting consumes you as you dive deeper inside.

Finally my butt ring is gaping and open like an overused glory hole. At this point it’s all access pass time and let the banging begin. Use my hole until it’s oozing and then use it some more. If you accidently strangle me from so much pleasure and being carried away in my anal depths of bliss, don’t fret.

In the end the pleasure for your fuck stick grows as the dance of the tormented hole begins. That finalization of my last breath leaves my butt hole heaving and pulsing.

Strangulation phone sex