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Being My Son’s Ass Rape Porn Star is Dangerous Work

ass rape pornAnytime my oldest boy texts me, I know I’m going to be his ass rape porn star. He live streams our abuse sessions. But I don’t mind helping him out because he helps me out by giving me the best cocaine. My boy can get that pink cocaine. And a little goes a long way. He always jokes that I am on the cocaine diet. I’m just an old skinny Barbie doll on a Popsicle stick. Two big tits and a very skinny body.

I always wear a very short skirt so that my meat curtains hang down. Because of all these live streams, my pussy lips have been overused and abused for decades. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but it didn’t do much good. He still enjoyed punching me in the face. He forced my head into the bowl of cocaine he brought while calling me a dumb old fucktard.

While my face snorted premium pink cocaine, he made me push out my prolapse, which doubles as his cock sleeve. To him I’m nothing more than a cash cow, a cum dumpster, and a cock sleeve. He shoved his fist up my ass to pull out my shit pipe. I kept snorting the cocaine because I knew I needed to be extremely high not to feel his level of pain. He does like to beat his mommy beautiful.

He attached a zip tie to my ass to keep it on the outside, and then he started to fuck me. Pounded my prolapse so hard that I collapsed on the ground. Since my tits look like balloons, they kept me from completely being flush with the floor.

My Son Enjoys Beating Mommy Beautiful

He started to light me up better than the Fourth of July as he fucked my prolapsed ass. He loves to turn me black and blue, and red and purple too. Without that cocaine, no way could I survive any of this. If I had no cocaine, I’d be begging him to make a snuff porn with me and put me out of my misery.

And I needed to snort a lot of cocaine to not feel what my son did to me. I made the mistake of telling him my face felt numb, so he punched me in the face so hard that I fell backwards into the coffee table. As I struggled to get back up, my son came over, picked me up by the prolapse and threw me across the room. And I landed with a thud. My son joked that he made his mommy fly. At this point, I could taste blood.

He walked over to where I landed calmly and started kicking me in the face. And he made me ram my face into his fist. He punched my fun bags and then he wanted to fuck my ass pipe some more. I could feel some of the pain. So, at least he let me bury my face in the bowl of cocaine again. And once I felt sufficiently numb, he started boxing my tits like Mike Tyson in the gym.

In Exchange for Being My Son’s Punching Bag I Get Pink Cocaine

My boy loves to punch my fun bags. Every time one of my tits pops, he takes me to a surgeon who fixes my broken boob and makes me even bustier. Before long, I might not be able to even stand up if my tits get any bigger. At one point he forced himself on my face. He sat down on my face, forcing me to lick his shit hole. And then he started pissing down my throat. But I drank it all. With my boy in these moods he gets, I’m damned if I do damned if I don’t. I’m getting beaten no matter what.

So, he decided to tie my tits up like torpedoes, making it easier to punch them. He slipped on some brass knuckles, and I won’t lie, I felt a pit in my stomach. He started punching my tits and my lips while wearing brass knuckles. Before long, my lips looked like I just got Botox. They looked like blow fish lips. I saw the plastic bag with cocaine in it, and I knew what came after punching the shit out of my boobs. He felt in the mood for suffocation phone sex. I watched him put some coke in the bag and then put it over my head.

He continued to punch the sides of my face, the back of my head, and my lower back while I struggled to breathe in a plastic bag filled with cocaine. So, I did what I do best, I snorted all the coke in that bag. Good thing too, because his entire arm went up my cunt until he looked elbow deep in my pussy.

For My Son and His Audience, I am a 4-Hole Whore

As I started to run out of air, I pleaded with my boy to let me go. But he wanted to fuck my fourth hole first. He stretched my urethra out with his fat cock. He eventually took the bag off my head, and I gasped as I breathed in fresh air.

A few more punches to the face followed. By the time our live stream concluded, I couldn’t even see out my eyes. He punched them so hard they swelled shut. He decided for one last hurrah he would piss down my throat. By the time he concluded the live stream, I looked like a car crash victim. Managed to fuck all four of my holes while people watched from the comfort of their homes. Clearly they enjoy the show because they tipped nonstop.

Eventually, he shoved his cock snot down my throat. I couldn’t see his cock at that point, but I could feel it in my mouth. And I could feel how aroused he felt after beating mommy to a pulp. He came down my throat, and my battered face couldn’t see a thing. But how would I get home if I couldn’t see yet. My son really did a number on his mommy this time.

Domination Phone Sex Streams with My Son Gives Mommy a Violent Makeover

domination phone sexExtreme domination phone sex live streams make my son money. Plus, it gives me the best pink cocaine. I understand the trade-off with my son. The best cocaine around in exchange for a few broken ribs and a violent makeover. I’m always game because my son brings me the best cocaine ever. And when he arrived yesterday, I showed off the fresh injections in my lips. My son likes me getting those injections because it turns my lips into cock pillows. My son seemed extra stressed, and I know that one of his stress release mechanisms is to beat mommy beautiful.

With my fun bags on display, he turned them into punching bags quickly. As I teetered on stiletto heels, looking like a pencil within inflatable tires, he started to beat me beautiful. Pushed my head in the bowl of cocaine while he punched me in my kidneys. He would hold my head in the coke, while punching the sides of my face at the same time.

He managed to punch my eyes, my cheeks and my lips too. When he let me up for air, my face looked Geisha white with pink tinge from the cocaine, and you could see the bruises already appearing. It gave me a sort of glam look. The live stream started the moment he arrived, and I could hear the tip chimes pouring in as he punched all around my body.

My Son Loves Me. He Beats Me Beautiful So I  Can Enjoy Great Cocaine

But I’m his ass rape porn star too. And no live stream would be complete without some abuse of my prolapsed asshole. He started punching my prolapse before he decided to string me up by it. He tied a string around my prolapsed asshole and spun me around like a lasso. When I landed on the ground with a thud, he spit in my face and punched my jaw a few times. Of course, I forgot to take my teeth out, so he helped me until they flew across the room.

I’ll do anything for my skinny powder. He kicked me, punched me and even spit in my face before he grabbed me by that prolapse and dragged me across the room. Chimes poured in. I knew he needed my ass pipe. So, he grabbed my prolapse, pulled it taught, and put a zip tie on it to turn it into his private cock sleeve. But instead of regular lube, he used icy hot as the lubrication for his new flesh light/ass sleeve. Ouch. The icy hot burned through my prolapsed asshole as he pounded my prolapsed ass.

He lit mommy up like the Fourth of July punching every ounce of my body while he mutilated my prolapse with his cock. When I collapsed onto the floor, he body slammed me. He takes full advantage of me. As he continued to beat me beautiful, he told me I seemed like a natural bottom bitch. But everybody knows that’s true. Cocaine makes me stupid and easy.

Somebody Needs to Beat Mommy Beautiful

When I saw him pull out the plastic bag and fill it with some Coke, I knew he wanted suffocation phone sex. He loves to watch me try to snort all the cocaine in the bag while he fucks my prolapse and fists my cunt. If I pass out, he punches me awake and we do it again. This always makes the chimes pour in too. With a bag over my head, he punched my eyes until they swelled shut.

Then he used my prolapsed asshole as a handlebar and dragged me to the bathroom so he could drown me in dirty toilet water. He forced my head into the toilet and held it down while he fucked my prolapsed asshole. When he wanted to give me a breathing break, he would flush the toilet. And he periodically pissed in my mouth too. He turned me into his piss pig and kept trying to drown me in front of his life stream audience. And they appeared to eat it up based on the number of tips that poured in.

I Look Good with a Violent MakeOver

And for his final act of violence, he decided to fuck my piss hole. He loves to hammer my urethra. As he shoved his dick down the only tight hole I still possess, he let mommy up again. I felt some ribs cracking as he punched and fucked my pee hole. He loves giving mommy a violent makeover. According to him, it makes me look prettier. So, he just kept punching, fucking and drowning me in the dirty toilet water.

By the time our live stream concluded, I looked completely swollen with my skin already turning black and blue. He hate fucked mommy. Punched my face, my head, my kidneys. Pissed on me. Kicked me. Fucked all four holes violently. But I know my boy loves me. I’m his cash cow. I’m a guaranteed money maker for his live streaming audience. He left me with a nice big bowl of pink cocaine so I can lick my wounds until the next time he needs money, feels stressed or both.

Suffocation Phone Sex Took Me Out

Suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex cost me my life, a night of rough sex left me sore bruised and lifeless, I met a guy on a dating app, he seemed so sweet, we had so much in common, we linked up a few days later. 

I went to his place dressed in a sexy black catsuit, with thigh high boots to match, a pretty red gstring and matching bra underneath. 

When he opened the door, he took me in his arms immediately, kissing me softly his big strong hands roaming my soft body, undressing me as I feel that hard cock pressed in my belly. 

Leading me to the bedroom, naked and soaking wet, he pushes me down on the bed, chaining my arms and legs in one swift motion. 

Feeling a bit nervous as he just stares at my naked body, nipple clamps placed on my full breast, and clit. 

Then in an instant he snapped, started calling me all kinds of slut’s whores and tramps. 

He climbed on top of me, shoving his massive thirteen-inch cock in my ass, no lube all cock, screams leaving my throat raw, thrusting deep inside my cunt. 

Sliding a satin tie with a noose around my neck, squeezing it tight until the room goes dark. 

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Favorite!

Strangulation Phone Sex

I love when guys tell me their Strangulation Phone Sex fantasies, they’re some of my favorite things to hear.

I love hearing about all the ways you would use your big, strong hands around my neck while you slide that fat, girthy member in and out of me.

I’m at your complete disposal and will do whatever you say, Master.

And if I’m not being an obedient good girl, you can punish me any way you see fit.

No matter how hard you go, if I start to black out, my life will be in your hands.

Fuck me and choke me with your hard cock down my throat.

Make me gasp for air and strangle me at the same time!

I am your little sex slave from now on! 

Suffocation Phone Sex Breaking In Holding Pillow Over Layla

Suffocation Phone SexPlease, stay on the line… I think I heard the window in the kitchen shatter and my heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat. I’m just laying here in my thong, completely exposed, and I know exactly what’s coming for me. This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight, but as the footsteps get closer to my bedroom door, I realize my Suffocation Phone Sex fantasies are about to become a brutal, terrifying reality. 

You aren’t here for my TV or my purse; you’re here because you know I’m just a helpless, sexy slut who’s been begging for a real man to come and take what he wants. The door kicks open and the light from the hallway spills over my bed, showing me the silhouette of a predator who’s already decided I’m his prize. I try to crawl toward the headboard, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps, but you’re too fast. 

You lung for me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other reaches for the pillow. You don’t want to hear my excuses or my pleas; you just want to hear me struggle. Before I can even let out a real scream, you slam the pillow down over my face, snuffing out the sound and leaving me in a world of muffled, hot darkness.

I’m fighting for air, my lungs burning as I claw at the mattress, but you’re already ripping my lace aside. The moment you force your way inside me, hard and uncompromising, my whole body arches in a mix of pure terror and a sick, addictive heat. You’re breaking into me just like you broke into my house, stealing my pussy while I’m literally fighting for my next breath.

The weight of the pillow is crushing, forcing me to focus on every thick, heavy thrust that sends a jolt of electricity through my starving nerves. I’m a total mess, a gasping toy beneath your weight, and the more you cut off my air, the more my body betrays me by clenching around you in a desperate, suffocating grip.

Every time I think I’m going to black out, you press harder, driving me closer to an edge I’ve never touched before. By the time you finally pull the pillow away and let me gasp in a lungful of cold air, I’m completely ruined, my body shaking and my mind gone. You’ve taken everything I had to give, leaving me breathless and used on the sheets, just a slut who finally got exactly what she deserved from a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.

My Son and I Have an Extreme Domination Phone Sex Relationship

domination phone sexMy son and I do not have a traditional mother/son relationship; we enjoy a domination phone sex relationship. But I know he loves me. Why else would he bring me such premium cocaine. Honestly, it’s been a hot minute since he visited his mother. I thought he forgot about me. But he could never forget about his cash cow and old bimbo mommy.

I greeted him wearing a 3-inch hot pink mini skirt. My meat curtains hung down below the hem line as did my prolapsed asshole. I forgot to remove my teeth, so my boy took them out on camera for me. He punched the sides of my face a few times until my teeth flew across the room. The cameras appeared to be rolling because the chimes came in with that first punch. Suddenly, my duck lips got even bigger from a combination of injections and punching.

No, hello or how have you been mommy. He just came in with his guns blazing and started throwing sucker punches at me. Eventually, he turned his attention to my meat curtains. While he pulled them open, he punched my jaw, beating me beautiful while the chimes of donations rolled in. I could tell his wheels were turning. He did not know where to start. Fuck his whore mother’s prolapsed ass, which he sees as his personal cock sleeve, or skull fuck his mother and make her duck lips even bigger.

Live Streaming During a Blizzard Made My Son a Huge Profit

We started with a hardcore skull fucking. With my teeth removed, he could get deeper into my throat. And that enabled him to choke me too. He punched the back of my head as he suffocated me on his cock. And when I saw the plastic bag, I realized the real trouble had only just begun.

One of these days I might die from suffocation phone sex at the hands of my own son. He put some cocaine in the bag. However, while he skull fucked me, he punched the back of my head and watched me turn blue from lack of oxygen.

Since mommy doesn’t even weigh 90 pounds, he contorted my body so that he could fist my prolapse while he skull fucked me with his cock. He managed to punch me a few times in the ribs, the back, the head and even the jaw. I think he knocked a few IQ points off me. Suddenly, he removed his dick from my mouth so that he could show off his new cock puppet to the live streaming audience. 

But he left the plastic bag secure around my head so I still could not breathe. My mind felt scrambled. Right before I completely lost consciousness, he tore a hole in the bag so I could breathe again. He likes to bring me within inches of death, but I never quite die. But in this moment, I sort of wished I had died.

My Boys Loves My Meat Curtains and My Prolapsed Asshole

As he walked around the room with me sitting on his cock, he just kept fucking my ass harder. Shredding my already shredded asshole. He would let me snort some lines occasionally, but while I did, he punched me in the eyes, giving me a mommy makeover. My mouth serves as nothing more than a cock holster.

When he pulled his cock out of my prolapsed ass, he immediately shoved it in my mouth so I could spit shine it. And of course he punched the sides of my face again. I could feel my face swelling up. But my boy loves me. He never punches my nose because he wants me to enjoy my cocaine.

Eventually, he pulled his cock out of my ass and shoved it back down my throat, where he could punch the sides of my face some more. As he said, “I love you,” he continued to punch me. According to my son, 768 at home viewers watched him beat me beautiful and fuck my prolapse. I’m nothing more than a cash cow and bimbo skinny fuck meat to my son.

He rammed his cock back down my throat, holding my ears to make sure I swallowed him balls deep. And then he pissed down my throat right into my stomach. By this time, my eyes felt so swollen, I couldn’t even see the coke bowl. But I could smell it.

One of These Days My Son Might Accidentally Kill Mommy

My son continued to punish me and use me in front of his audience. He dipped his fingers into the bowl of cocaine, then shoved them down my pee hole which he considers his fourth fuck hole. Once he crammed me into a beach ball position, he could fuck my urethra, his favorite fuck hole. Chimes galore occurred. Men love seeing him abuse my pee hole, my tightest hole.

While, fucking my urethra he pulled my meat curtains wide like butterfly wings. And he told me tonight he wanted to make mommy tight again. I’ve not been tight since I gave birth to his brothers. This felt like a rough sex evening. But I know it could’ve been worse. In the past, for his streaming audience’s pleasure and my humiliation, he’s done far worse. At least he didn’t throw me across the room. But he did make me his hand puppet with his fist up my already sore asshole.

The rest of the night he skull fucked me and fisted me for his viewers pleasure. Eventually, he nutted big ropes of cum in my mouth for it. He made me leave it on my face for a close-up. The final chimes came in, and I felt lucky to still be breathing. After all the live streams I’ve completed for my son and all the abuse I’ve taken as his ass rape porn star, I am amazed I am still breathing. One day I know he will go too far. And I will end up dead.

Torture Sex Layla Lets You Break Her Bed and Choke Her Neck

Torture SexI wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, but the doorbell’s chime sent a shiver straight down my spine. My heart raced as I opened the door, and there he was… tall, confident, and radiating danger in the most intoxicating way. My knees went weak before I even realized it, and I knew I wanted him. The tension between us was electric, almost too much to bear. I leaned against the doorframe, biting my lip, imagining every possible way this night could go.

Torture Sex isn’t just about roughness; it’s about intensity, control, and giving yourself over completely. I felt my pulse quicken as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning me like he already knew every secret desire I carried. His hand brushed mine, and the spark between us ignited into a slow, consuming fire. I could feel every nerve in my body waking up, alive and craving his touch.

We moved toward the bed, and the thrill of the moment made me dizzy. He didn’t hesitate; he took control, pushing me back gently but firmly. I gasped as he traced patterns over my skin, teasing me in ways that made my body betray me, and I loved every second. The sensation of being dominated, of letting someone else lead, made me feel alive, electric, and utterly submissive. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered moan was a tribute to the delicious tension between pleasure and power.

His hands were skilled, knowing exactly how to push me to the edge and pull back, leaving me desperate for more. The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together, a rhythm of intensity and raw desire. I arched into him, my fingers digging into the sheets, surrendering completely to the moment. The thrill of giving in, of being completely claimed, coursed through me.

Him breaking in tonight wasn’t a coincidence… He’s been planning this a long time, waiting for me to be at my weakest point. I imagined how my voice would carry, low and husky, drawing him closer, making him ache for me as I guided the fantasy forward. His lips found my neck, and the teasing pressure made me weak with need. I let myself enjoy every second, reveling in the power exchange and the delicious vulnerability.

Towards the end of the night as my pussy was filled with his cum dripping wet down my soft thighs, I was breathless, my body trembling, my mind spinning from pure ecstasy. Him choking me wasn’t about the roughness; it was about surrendering, about trusting, and about letting desire take over completely. And tonight, I let it take me all the way.

Snuff Phone Sex Gains is More Popular on Holidays

snuff phone sexOn holidays, men call for snuff phone sex more. And my weekend stayed busy. I almost forgot about the holiday until somebody booked me to help him with his brat problem. We met on the dark net. And I like this guy. He seems equally as demented as me. Plus, he seems smart. Some of my clients appear to be so stupid that I wonder how they remember how to breathe. Most men think with their dicks

But this guy knew he couldn’t force fuck and kill his neighbor girl because suspicion would fall on him. So, he already picked himself out of surrogate. He didn’t need me to tell him how to keep him safe. In fact, I think the only reason he hired me was so I could help him dispose of the body and film the encounter. The surrogate lives two counties away. And he showed me both pictures. The surrogate appeared to be a dead ringer for the neighbor girl. I think he’s done this sort of thing before.

When we met to discuss his rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl, he did not even seem nervous. And his thinking appeared methodical. My kind of guy. He even rented a car and changed the license plates in case traffic cams spotted us. Plus, he bought us these high-tech hoodies that blur your face out on any traffic cams or doorbell cams. Modern technology is good but it’s also bad for criminals. More people get caught on doorbell cameras than any other way nowadays.

Fucking a Little Girl to Death Becomes Addicting to Men Like You

I found it easy to lure the little girl away. What a cute girl. I knew he would enjoy fucking her. She looked super tight. And super cute if you’re into that kind of thing. Personally, I hate brats. I find them obnoxious, needy, and germy. So, I never complain about helping men like you fuck something young and tender and afterwards disposing of her body for you. Since I still own my kill shack in the middle of the woods that nobody knows about, I took him there so he could enjoy her little tight holes while she could breathe still.

It’s also a great place to dispose of a body. The bears and the coyotes always seem happy for an offering. So, for a couple hours, my client just fucked this little bitch. Turned her into a ragdoll puppet. I mean this man could play for the NFL. He’s built solid and tall. His cock ravaged this little girl, literally split her little pussy in two. It looked like she gave birth to a bowling ball because he left a huge gaping hole.

If You Want to Fuck a Dead Girl, Let Me Kill Her For You First

As I suffocated her, he watched and jacked off. Then he dumped another load in her dead body. Hey, I don’t judge. If you’re into sex with dead bodies, go for it. Benefit, the bitch can’t run her mouth anymore. When I’m feeding a dead body to the wildlife out behind my kill shack, I never worry about cleanup. Nature becomes my accomplice. They never leave anything that could cause trouble for me or my client. My client’s DNA will never be found in bear shit.

I like the guy. Smart and twisted. The kind of man I don’t mind hunting with even for free. And not only did I gain a client, but I made an accomplice friend. So, this turned out to be a great assignment.

Suffocation Phone Sex Whore needs You to give her Punishments!

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

Suffocation Phone Sex with me is like nothing you’ve done before! 

I would let you get within inches of my life being snuffed out. 

What should we wrap around my neck that will have my eyes rolling to the back of my head? 

Fuck me while your hands are around my windpipe, with all your body weight and all your might.

I want to feel the pain of being a worthless little cum slut, this is the pain I deserve. 

Choke and Gag me until I’m begging you to stop. Until I tap out from not being able to breathe. 

Face fuck me until I am throwing up on your long, hard cock,

Force all your sweet thick Cum down my throat until I am suffocating!

 

 

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