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Snuff Sex Audition

snuff sexI had a snuff sex audition. I was scared because this director has a bunch of scary stories associated with him. I did not know if what I have heard was true or just urban legend. He makes realistic snuff films, but the pay is great. I had to audition to get the part. This movie was going to be a hardcore kidnapping and forceful fuck movie. He wanted a blonde busty bimbo. I fit that part of the bill. He also wanted a young girl. I am in my 30s and apparently, according to him, a little washed up. I begged for a chance. He told me he had another movie in mind for me. A mother daughter home invasion movie. I would be the mother of course. It sounded like a very dark film. My gut was telling me to cut my losses and leave, but greed made me agree to star in a different snuff porn he was doing. Some man escorted me to another part of this dark and dingy building that looked like it was straight out of the 70s. I am talking wood paneling walls in the office and shag carpeting.

I met my costar. I was not old enough to be the mother of a 20-year-old. Well, if I had been a teen mom, I guess it was possible when I did the math. This movie was ready to film. Snuff flicks rarely have scripts. The director tells you the premise and you sort of just role play it for a more natural feel. My daughter and I were naked in bed together when intruders burst into the house. They assaulted my daughter and I had to watch. They violently tore her clothes off and shoved cocks and fingers in her bald snatch. They choked her and punched her too. One of the guys made me play with my pussy as I watched them explore their rape phone sex fantasies with my daughter. They got too rough with her. She was lifeless on the floor, but that did not stop them from fucking her. They fucked her warm, dead body and I was next. What did I get myself into this time?

Cum Covered Kidnapping

Kidnapping phone sex Willow

 

There are all kinds of reasons I love kidnapping phone sex and punishing dumb little piggies.  Every part of playing with someone’s freedom really tickles my fucked up fancy, from the initial body snatching to the inevitable snatch bashing, I thoroughly enjoy every single second with my captured and corrupted cunts.

I recently wrangled a real hot redhead and made her my fuck slave for the better part of a week.  Her ultra pink pussy and puckered butthole were so fucking pretty I almost didn’t want to mess them up.  Almost.  I can’t take pity on a little piggy just because I love the way her clit, slit and shit hole are laid out, if I did that then I wouldn’t subjugate half of the sluts that I do now.

Aside from her sexy slots, she was just like the others, asked all of the same stupid Who?Where?Why?How?’s that everyone else does.  “Who are you?  Where am I?  Why are you doing this?  How is that supposed to fit inside of me?”  They all do that and I always have the same response.  Sadistic silence.

With every dumb question they ask, I escalate their exploitation without ever saying more than one or two words, which are typically commands.  The fake coddling and reassurance always makes me say a little more, but for the most part I’m pretty quiet throughout the whole ordeal.  

I take a day or two to torture their twats and titties while I make them please mine.  Yeah I let them cum.  I make them cum over and over again until they couldn’t imagine ever wanting to climax again.  My balled up fist in their asses is usually what makes them beg me to stop, but some sluts take a bit more persuasion.  I do like a challenge, but nevertheless, no matter the cunt, they inevitably squeal for mercy at one point or another.

Once their insides are battered and abused, I release my horny hounds on them, all of the guys who pay me for the chance to blow their thick, sloppy loads all over and inside of whatever type of tart I managed to imprison and impair.  What use is a kidnapping if you aren’t going to use your stolen slot to its fullest potential?

The last guys were really lucky that I grabbed such a gorgeous little glam girl for them to cover and smother with their creamy cum, sometimes the whores I hoard are real hags.  Hell, sometimes I even make them all fuck a guy!  Gotta settle for what I got!  Not this last hot pink pussy packing ginger chick, she was absolutely perfect.  Even after being beaten and abused, her beautiful body and face made those malicious mega-meat packers pump out so much penis puke that I thought she was going to drown in it.  I’m glad she didn’t, I know a fella who will pay top dollar for a smoking hot cum dumpster like her.  That’s reason enough to have taken her, on its own.

 

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Taboo Phone Sex

taboo phone sexGame for some taboo phone sex?  That is all I do. I am not your vanilla girlfriend. I am not even the girl you call because you are a sex addict and want to talk on the dark side. I do not want to be your girlfriend. You have two choices with me. You can be my accomplice or my victim. I have this loser stalker. He keeps telling me he loves me and wants to knock me up. I hate brats. I have zero desire to be a mother. I do not want to wipe anyone’s ass or have anyone dependent on me for survival. I will forget to water it or feed it and it will die. I am too hedonistic for that. Sometimes, when I am in huntress mode, I am gone for days in the wilderness. When I find the perfect prey, I like to have fun. I am all about prolonging the torture sex. I had this little teen slut over the weekend. A cheerleader too. She was in her little cheer outfit when I kidnapped her from the mall. What a cute thing. It was a bummer I was alone with her. I love having an accomplice for little teen sluts. Sure, I carve them up good and mutilate their little girl parts, but all I can fuck their tiny holes with are my fists and foreign objects. You can destroy a cunt with your cock. I am sometimes envious of that, then I remember dicks make most of you stupid like my love lorn stalker. Men, do not follow his footsteps. Be my accomplice phone sex partner or die as my victim. If you try to romance a stone cold bitch, it will not go how you want. You will be dead and anally destroyed just like that little teen cheerleader tease.

Little Rape Fanatsies

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Your girlfriend brought you over a surprise for your cock baby! She has been your accomplice for a while and wants to please you so when she opens your bedroom door, you see little me lying on the bed, naked with my small chest and bare pussy! I am spread on the bed and my body tied up. You kiss your girlfriend grateful for her and then turn to me. You kiss my body up and down, lick me and taste me. I am really sweet tasting arent I daddy? That is what she told me to call you daddy! Your cock twitches eagerly and you take it out. You tell me that you are going to live out your rape fantasy on my cunt and to be a good cum dumpster for you as you ram your dick into my very tight little pussy! My screams can be heard through the house as your girlfriend fucks herself and watches.

Accomplice Phone Sex is Better Than Being the Victim

accomplice phone sexI love accomplice phone sex calls. It takes the focus off me. I am a natural submissive, but honestly, I love having someone else take the brunt of the abuse. My stepson always uses me as his snuff film star. We have amassed a large following of men who enjoy seeing a mommy whore get her holes destroyed. I love being his cash cow. Okay I do not love his abuse. I love the coke he gives me. He had a different plan last night though. He wanted a younger girl to fuck on camera. He wanted a jailbait slut. Now, I have no daughters, just sons. But those sons of mine have schoolgirl friends. This one little girl broke my youngest son’s heart. He had a crush on her, and she used him to do her math assignments then turned him down when he asked her to a school dance. I was going to get revenge for him. I know her habits and stuff, so I stalked her, kidnapped her, drugged her and delivered her to my stepson’s place for a snuff porn. He has never killed before that I know of, but that changed yesterday. I delivered him the little whore he wanted, and she did not leave his place alive. I am a seasoned whore. I can take a lot of pain and abuse and thrive not die. This little whore I think got scared to death or something. He was not doing anything to her that he had not done to me countless times. He fisted her cunt and ass. He used a cattle prod on her girl parts. He fucked her tiny cunt and ass. He prolapsed both holes. He tore both holes. His cock is huge, and her little parts just were young and tiny. He fucked her to death. He got so much money from streaming her abuse and death, that he told me I am better as his accomplice than his victim. He gave me an even larger coke supply this time. I would rather be the accomplice than the victim any day.

Ass Rape Porn on Tinder

ass rape pornThis is the look on my face when I am getting an ass rape porn I did not sign up for. I am a little anal whore. I always have been, but some cocks are just too big for the ass.  I met Jeremy on Tinder. It was for sex. Maybe rough sex, a little partying, but nothing sadistic. He was a normal man. Married and horny. He was not like most of the men I know. Until he was just like all the rest. We were having polite conversation, getting to know each other when he slapped me. Hard too. My head snapped back. Then he was on top of me. He was not making love. He was not even fucking me. This was brutal rape phone sex fantasies come to life. He shoved his dick in my ass raw. That hurts. The ass always needs lube. He choked me as he forced his cock in and out of my asshole. He slapped my titties and pulled my hair. He kept slapping my face and punching my stomach. I thought I might vomit. It was clear he was not looking to hook up for the night. He just wanted the chance to beat up a bitch and force fuck her. He got that. He got that and more because he pissed on me and shared me with his friends too. About part way through the brutal ass fucking, he put his fist in my cunt. I let out a blood curdling scream in pain. I feared the neighbors would call the police. This guy ripped off his shirt and shoved it in my mouth like a ball gag. I was still screaming and reeling in the pain. And reeling in my stupidity. I think the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results. That is me. I keep getting on Tinder and excepting to meet a good guy.

Shit Showers Clean My Soul

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Fulfilling all of my sadistic fantasies builds up a bit of a barrier inside me, a weird wall that makes it hard for me to enjoy myself, so sometimes I need a palette cleansing.  How does a sick and twisted twat like me attack such a daunting task as wiping my corroded conscience clear?  I cover myself in all the gutter muck and shit I can find and cleanse my body in filth and funk.

It probably sounds counterproductive to you, but there’s something about sewage and squalor that makes me feel like, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.  The cool splatter of creamy clay and excreta as it hits my skin is exhilarating!  The slimy feel of the sludge slowly sliding off of my flesh is better than the most expensive rub down at a day spa.

When the pungent aroma hits my nostrils, it makes my eyes roll back in my head in pure ecstasy every time.  You haven’t lived until you’ve inhaled the combined stench of who knows how many people’s foulness blended with the earthy musk of watery, slip-like mud.  When little bits of sticks and leaves get into the mix, the fragrant tang is pure perfection, nostalgia at its finest.  Reminds me of being young.

Of course I rinse myself but not until the thick caking of crud dries and hardens before flaking off of me in a myriad of jagged little shapes.  I like to run my nails all over myself, getting all the gunk built up in my nail beds so I can pick it all out, one finger at a time.  I find it to be extremely satisfying.

That’s pretty much it.  I might throw some piss into the mix during my rinse off but not always.  Just depends on how I’m feeling, like everything I do.  How else would you expect a psychotic sex succubus like me to clean her body and soul?  Relax in a fucking bath with a glass of wine surrounded by candles?  Yeah right, go fuck yourself and your polished pedestrian outlook on life.  Not every woman in the world is your dumbass mom or dipshit wife.

 

I Have Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Too

rape phone sex fantasiesMen are not the only ones with rape phone sex fantasies. Sick bitches like me have them too. I have more than dark fantasies, however. I act on my impulses. I think you should too because repressed desires are no good for anyone. That is why when I saw this little angel playing alone in the park, I seized the moment. She was too young to be playing alone. She was easy prey. I asked her if she wanted to see a puppy in the back of my van, then I chloroformed her. I am patient with my prey. I took her to my cabin in the woods for easy disposal. It is so off the grid that no one will ever find it. It is rustic. No power or running water. It is just a kill shack that masquerades as a hunting cabin. The little angel was groggy but alert enough to be scared. I was going to have fun with her, but I do wish you had been with me to enjoy destroying her young flesh. I love the smell and taste of virgin blood. I fucked her with a strap-on first. I popped that cherry quickly. When I grew bored of the strap-on, I switched to my fists. I love fisting a tight bald cunt. I split her in two. If she survived the assault, which she would not, her little cunt would need stitches. I am a snuff porn maker. No one lives to talk about their encounters with me. That is why I have never been caught. I have no real MO, so no pattern can be established. The remains are never found, because nature is my accomplice. After I killed the little cunt, I fed her to the coyotes and bears. That little bitch is literally just a shit stain in the wilderness now.

Pain and Pleasure

Taboo Phone SexYour wife looks so hot tied up with her legs spread. you have hired me to take care of her, record her, fuck her and do whatever the hell I want while you watch in a corner or through the hidden camera. I had my ‘friend’ kidnap her on her way home from work just like you requested. She has been here for days. She is naked, crying, wet, and screaming for me while you jerk off your dirty, pervert cock in the dark corner, She has no idea that you are watching as I whip her pussy black and blue. I turn her over and spank her ass! You want me to leave sexy cuts all along with her black. I take my blade and begin ad the red, bloody cuts begin and you cum all over them.

Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex can get wicked. I love to be tied up, but it is always a risk.  I mean some guys hate women so much, especially me, that I could end up dead one of these days. I know you are wondering why I would do it. Why would I put myself in a situation that could kill me or cause me bodily harm? I could tell you I am a pain slut. That would be a true statement. But that is not it. I am a coke whore. All the risky and stupid shit I do is because I either want coke or need money to get coke. It is clear by my pictures that I often pose for bondage shoots. I enjoy it. It is easy money to buy coke. Most of the ads I answer on Fet Life or other similar fetish sites are legitimate. Guys or studios just in need of fetish models. Occasionally, however, I am catfished. I am attracted to the money and my need for coke makes me ignore that gut feeling.

I arrived at the warehouse for my photo shoot and immediately felt off. Something was not right, but I was focused on the money and did not listen to my gut. There was bondage equipment in the room, but no cameras. I let the guy tie me up ignoring all the red flags that were there. He just wanted to tie a whore up for his gangbang rape porn fantasies. Soon, there were a bunch of men in the room. He paid these guys $20 to fuck me. Dirty men. Junkies and homeless men. Some of them smelled like that had not showered in over a year. I was force fucked for hours by the dregs of society. No condoms. No lube. It was humiliating and made me freak out about catching some disease. I never got paid either. I was so stupid. He tied me up for some sick pleasure. Now, I am even more desperate for money for coke.