My ass is perfect for ass rape porn. Don’t you agree? I have found that my enjoyment of anal sex is a good thing when I need coke. The problem is that the men I fuck for drugs are more into violent sex. But I need my coke. I admit I am an addict. No one, me included, wants to cure me because I am such a freak on powder. My stepson is just one of my dealers. He is among the more violent ones too. He promised me a big bag of blow if I helped him out. I blindly agreed. I figured it was just more ass sex, rough ass sex, but nothing I could not recuperate from with a bag of frozen peas and some white powder. Turns out my stepson got himself into some trouble gambling with the wrong folks. The kind of guys who break kneecaps. These Guido types also make underground gangbang rape porn. My stepson thought if I made a movie for them maybe they would wipe his debt clean. I was hesitant to do it, but I knew my husband and our sons would be in danger if I did not help this debt go away. The loan sharks liked the idea of a soccer mom starring in one of their productions. I was not prepared for my costars. I was not high enough, but I could no longer change my mind. I was the star and about 50 four legged beasts were the costars. I may be a druggy whore, but I prefer human cock. I never felt more degraded, but this kind of furry porn makes big bucks on the black market. I was not high enough for 50 red rockets. Ultimate humiliation for me. 50 beasts nutted inside me. Their red rockets like barbed wire inside my pussy. I made that little film to save my stepson from being beat to death, but honestly, I would have preferred a snuff porn.
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Ass Rape Porn with Red Rockets
Torture Sex My Boobs
My tits love torture sex. Okay, so maybe they do not as much as me. I got big knockers when I was 18 so I could strip and do fetish modeling. I had a wealthy older patron who I traded sex for boobs with. I got the better end out of that deal because my tits have made me bank. I have big bimbo boobs and I found out quickly that letting men do depraved things with my sweater knockers was profitable. I will take profit for pain any time. After I got the boobs, I fell into fetish modeling because it was quick money. Not easy money though. I have been a fetish model for 15 years now. My boobs have been popped a few times. I have scars from rope burns, cigarettes, piercings and cuts. I can handle pain better every year. Each time I do a fetish shoot or hook up with a snuff sex partner, my big boobs usually take a beating like last night. I met a guy off FetLife and he let me know he was going to abuse my boobs. I was wet before he arrived. He came better prepared than any man has before. He had heavy duty rope, nipple clamps, boob vices, and sundry items to smack my tits around. I wanted to fuck. I mean I thought he would fuck me and abuse my boobs while his dick ravaged my pussy or ass. He wanted nothing to do with my pussy or ass. He was a boob man. I get it. I let him tie me up, but he went super hard on my tits. Like Mike Tyson hard on them. He punched them so hard, another saline bag popped. My boob was lopsided, and I was in pain. That shit hurts. He came in his jeans making me cry with tit torture. No sex for me, but a whole lot of pain and a late-night ER visit.
Snuff Whore Layla
If I were to be killed, I want my killer to force fuck me first. At least I go out feeling pleasure with the fucking pain. Suffocate me with your huge cock and don’t pull it out even when I try to fight you. Gag me with that cock and treat me like that trash whore I am. Rub my spit and tears all over my fucking face while I try helplessly to catch my breath before you shove your cock in my throat again. This is what my body was meant to be used for, endure your cock and your wrath. Whip me and slap me relentlessly while I beg you to stop, press the blade of your knife close against my neck and tell me to shut the fuck up and take your cock. Mmmmm, yes, that’s it. It’s like lust and fear at the same time. Your cock is like my last meal, so I guess I’d better enjoy it.
As you tied me up with my hands above my head and my thighs forced open, my pussy drips with anticipation. At this point, I’m your little whore slave, here to please your cock until you decide you’re ready to get rid of my body. You fist my cunt before fucking me, making me cum and squirt all over you. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this like I am, so you decide to punish me. As you thrust your cock inside my wet pussy, you take your blade and slice me up my stomach, leaving me screaming in agony as you fuck the shit out of my pussy. I bleeding all over your cock and don’t know whether to cry to moan. “Take it bitch!” you yell at me. I do.
You wrap your hands around my neck as you begin to bang my pussy harder and faster. I’m no longer moaning as I’m struggling to breathe, but instead of you loosening your grip, you grip tighter. This is my last fuck, I can tell, it’s way more brutal than the other times. I get a small break of air as you remove one hand to roughly slap my titties and face. That revives me for a split second. I look you in your eyes as you tell me “you’re such a pretty whore,” as you bury your cock deeper in me and stab my side. At this point, I know exactly how this fuck fest is going to end… With you cumming all over my cold, dead body.
Snuff Sex Season
Winter is here and it is the best time of the year for snuff sex. It gets darker earlier. You can burry a body under snow and it takes it longer to find the remains. Not that I leave remains, however. I like tossing a dead body outside my kill cabin in winter because the wild animals are hungrier. Coyotes and wolves will tear apart a bloody corpse and even eat the bones. Only remains get shit out of animals and no one is looking for the DNA of a missing young girl in wild animal crap in the deep of the woods. I do enjoy killing girls the most. I am not the kind of girl who has BFFs. I am a lone wolf. I do not bond over boys and make-up or shopping. Now, if you are an equally twisted fuck, I might bond with you in kinship over torture sex. What gets my motor running is inflicting pain on stupid cunts. I like to play with my victims. Sexual mutilation like stapling cunt lips to thighs, piercing nipples and clits, prolapsing assholes… I like old fashioned torture too. Pulling out teeth with pliers, breaking fingers and toes, pulling finger nails out; you know stuff that makes a girl scream. I do not have a cock. Sometimes, I feel like I do, but I need you to help with the sexual violation of my prey. I will use a knife, a strapon, even my fist to hurt a bald cunt, but nothing replaces a cock inside a virgin pussy. I take most of the risk and you get most of the pleasure. How is that not hot and a win win situation? You can leave your DNA all over a young slut and I will get rid of the evidence. Trust me, I know how to hide the bodies. I have slaughtered hundreds of girls since my teens and I have never been caught.
Submissive Slut Layla
A few years ago, I ran across this guy on social media. He was sexy as fuck and I sent him a DM and flirted a little. He obliged and we started talking. The conversation started off casual, and out of nowhere he said all of these sexual things he wanted to do to me. Tying me up, eating my ass, spanking me, pissing on me, etc. I hadn’t done a lot of those things back then and hadn’t had many sexual encounters up until then, I figured I’d give it a shot.
I invited him over that same night and he accepted the invitation. He came over and I offered him something to eat and drink. As he declined my offer, he walked up behind me and whispered in my ear, “The only thing I want to eat is that ass!” I froze. His hands explored my body before making it in between my legs and he started rubbing on my pussy through my thong. Before I knew it, he flipped me over his shoulder, threw me on the couch, pulled my thong off and started eating my pussy and ass. I’d never had a man make me feel this way. After I rode the shit out of his face, I was ready to ride the rest of his. He pulled his cock out and I sucked it before I rode that, too. He must’ve been excited already because he came inside of me after a few minutes.
When I went into the bathroom to clean up, he followed me, put me on the counter and started eating my pussy again. Round two! The way his tongue flicked my clit while his fingers fucked my pussy, I couldn’t handle it, I squirted all over his face. “Mmmmm Yes! You little fucking whore!” he exclaimed as he pulled me off the counter, bent me over and shoved his huge cock into my little asshole. I’d never been fucked back door before, it was like a different type of ecstasy. My eyes were rolled in the back of my head and my mouth hung open, I was about to cum all over his cock. “You like that, bitch?” he asked while slapping my face and pounding my ass. “Yes! YES!”, were the only words I could scream.
He fucked me for HOURS! He gave me the royal whore treatment. Trained me how to suck and take cock like the filthy slut I am. By the end of the night, he had me roped up, covered in his cum and begging for more!
Fantasy Phone Sex Force Fucking Mommy
I enjoy fantasy phone sex calls. That is why I am on a snuff site. I have no taboos. If you think you are too extreme; I will likely tell you to kick it up a notch. I enjoy all taboo fantasies. The more creative and violent, the hornier I get. Pain slut, submissive whore, druggy whore, sex slave, torture doll… all are names to describe me. I am a dirty slut and a nasty freak. So, when he told me he had naughty fantasies about force fucking his mother, I knew he was in the right place. The scene was that mommy was putting up the tree and holiday decorations. She had on a conservative nightgown, but it was obvious mommy had no bra on because her nipples were erect. That was the clue in his mind that mommy needed fucked. As I was bent over putting lights on the tree, my boy grabbed me hard. He pulled up my nightgown and tore my panties off my body. Despite my protests, my son explored his rape phone sex fantasies for mommy. He rammed his cock in my pussy bareback. I was screaming for him to stop. I mean he was my son, and I could get pregnant. He did not like that I was fighting him. He slammed me down on the floor and fucked my ass until I cried. I was bleeding and barely able to crawl. After he nutted, he made me suck his cock clean. It was covered in mommy’s blood and feces. I was gagging as I sucked the mess off my son’s cock. He was so mean to mommy. He hurt mommy. He enjoyed hurting mommy too. His fantasy was not that different from my own experiences with my stepson. Sometimes my calls imitate my life.
Snuff Sex Severance
It was a snuff sex party. I have been temping at this office for a few months. Not many folks in the office because of Covid, but a guy I know from the strip club offered me the job. He said I just had to look pretty and answer phones. Seemed easy enough. I got invited to the holiday party. When I arrived, I realized I was the only woman. Now, in the office I am the only girl, but the company employs many women. I knew many were choosing to work from home, but still expected to see some females at the party. Turned out it was not really a party at all. It was just an excuse to turn the office bimbo into a gangbang rape porn star. My eggnog was spiked with something because I got disoriented quickly. Next thing I knew, the guys were pawing at me and ripping my clothes off. I felt violated. The guy that I knew from the club was the ringleader. He was live streaming my gang bang. The guys contorted my body to fuck my ass. They spit and pissed on me. It was like they were working out pent up frustrations on me. I got kicked and punched too. They made fun of my fuck holes being loose, so they would put two cocks in me at once. I was foggy from being drugged but I was sure I heard dings like folks were telling them what to do to from the live stream. They used me. They degraded me. They drugged me. They sodomized me. They fucked me. They pissed on me. They filmed it all too. It was not a holiday party for me. I was not only force fucked, but I was also fired too. I was told this was my severance pay.
My Snuff Porn Roots
I have interesting snuff porn roots. I was never meant for the vanilla world thanks to my creepy as fuck grandfather. My parents were older when they had me. They did not interact with me much. I did not need them because my dad’s dad took me under his arm. He would take me on vacation with him several times a year. We never did the typical vacation destinations. The first place we went was Planfield, Wisconsin. Can you guess why? My grandpa was a sadist with a fascination for serial killers and violent crime scenes. He told me all about Ed Gein. I was knee high at the time. I remember watching Psycho with him in the hotel room as he told me all about Ed’s heinous crimes. Other places we visited on family vacations included Chicago, Illinois. He showed me the lot where John Wayne Gacy lived and buried his victims in his basement. While in the city, he gave me a mob history too showing me where some famous mob hits and crime activity occurred. We went to California to see where Mason’s followers killed Sharon Tate and her friends and the Spahn Ranch where Manson and his disciples hung out plotting their race war. My grandpa took me to the places where Ted Bundy and the Green River Killer hunted their prey. He taught me about all the great serial killers in history. My grandpa shaped who I am today. He taught me about serial killers. He let me watch executions in his privately run prison. He showed me how to use knives and guns. Taught me how to stalk, kill and avoid detection. He showed me my first snuff movies. He made many sexual torture movies for his spank bank. He was inspired by Bundy to kill, fuck and mutilate women. He, however, never got caught. My grandpa is dead, but I carry on his legacy. I honor his name.
Submissive Slut Layla
He chokes me within an inch of my life and leaves me without food for days at a time. It’s like a game to him. He keeps me locked in a dark room and only comes in to fuck and beat on me. The sad part is that I’m starting to like it. Any time the door opens to my dungeon, my pussy begins to get wet. Today is no different.
He came in, wearing nothing but a mask over his face, cock already rock hard. He placed clamps on my nipples and chained them together, using it as a make shift leash to lead me to the center of the room. I’m scream in pain as he yanks on the chain, causing me to drop to my knees. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he yells in response to my scream. He forces his cock all the way to the back of my throat and slaps the shit out of me when I choke. Every time I don’t do what I’m told, he yanks on my nipple clamps or slaps my face and body.
As he thrusts his cock inside me, he covers my mouth to silence my scream. “Shut the fuck up and take it”, he says forcing his cock into my little tight asshole. As he pounds me from behind, he wraps his hands around me neck and begins to tighten his grip. The harder he strokes, the tighter his grip gets around my neck until I am to the point that I can’t breathe. As he starts to moan with satisfaction, I start to lose consciousness from him choking me so hard. He has no idea, he’s getting off on me gasping for air and clawing at his hands. My fighting is just making his grasp tighter around my neck. These may be my last moments if he doesn’t cum anytime soon.