The first time I did ass rape porn I was so naive. I honestly just thought it was another term for rough anal. When I woke up the next day in the hospital I knew better. I had answered an ad in a fetish magazine for an anal rape porn. The pay was good, but I was 18 at the time and desperate for cash. I was living on the streets as my father had kicked me out. I aged out for him. I had outlived my usefulness. Two hundred dollars seemed like a lot at the time. In hindsight it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t paid to make an ass porn. I was paid for snuff sex. This dude with a monster cock was hammering away at my ass. My daddy use to sodomize my butt when I was young, but his cock was half this size. At the time I remember thinking this must be what it felt like to get a couple black cocks up your ass at once. My ass was bleeding. It prolapsed which at the time I had no clue was reversible. I kept smiling through the pain, keeping my eye on the money. Then suddenly hands were around my throat choking me. My eyes were bugging out, I was struggling to breathe. I heard the director yell, “Finish the whore off.” I somehow knew he didn’t mean make me cum. I played dead. I acted like I passed out. It was a trick I learned when daddy would sneak into my room late at night for special play time. I slowed my breathing down so much, the director actually thought I was dead or damn near it. They dumped my body in an alley, naked in the dead of winter. If I had been unconscious, I never would have woken up. I would have froze to death. Some good Samaritan found me pretty close to dead. He saved my life. I have been getting closer to death every day since. One of these days one of you will finally snuff me out for real.
Tag: Taboo phone sex
Latex cleans off well in the Kitchen
I love my latex body suit. I love how fucking tight it is against my body. I love how shiny I am and how the flames of the roaring fire look against my shiny Latex body suit. When I get splashed with blood and guts from our meal prep it’s easy to wash off or to rub in all over my sexy latex outfit. Watching him prep her body for our dinner makes me wet. I love feeling my pussy through the leather. It is so sensitive from being in tight squeezing bottoms, my pussy was so hot and wet as i walked down the stairs I was ready to fuck. That’s why as he was getting ready to shove the pole through her asshole and out of her mouth I got down and started sucking his cock as he shoved the metal spike through her. Hearing her scream as I sucked his cock and the sounds of his moans as he shoves the metal spike into her asshole made him cum. I didn’t have to suck his cock for long until he blew his load inside of me. He was half way through her body with the spike when he picked me up and slide a hole in my tight latex suit and stuck his throbbing hard cock inside of me again. He fucked me hard as we watched our dinner slowly suffer as he fucked me in-front of her!
Murder phone sex Fantasies with Morticia
Your Murder phone sex Fantasies are happening more and more. I can influence you and make you do what I want. You are a weak man with very bad thoughts. Thoughts so sick you want to cut your own cock off. You are becoming paranoid that everyone knows what you want to do. You keep thinking everyone is out to get you, fuck even your our flesh and blood is turning on you! Your once sweet Innocent little girl is now a dirty fucking whore. Not even legal yet and you know she has fucked every one of your friends, but she hasn’t fucked you. Why hasn’t she fuck her daddy yet? I am that devil inside of you who can make you cross the line and do what you need to do. I am that voice tell you to do one more hit. Take a big hit of that crack and hold it in.
Your cock is rock hard and you want a piece of her pussy. You want to show me how much you worship me. You want to make her scream as you force your cock into her whore asshole. You are going to make her pay for being a dirty whore just like her mom. That bitch is the reason why you are addicted to pussy and crack. She fucked you so good and got you high all the time. You even question if that whore upstairs is even yours.. Call her down into the basement. Scream her fucking name until she gets so fucking annoyed that she comes down to yell at you. That is when you hit that bitch in the head. Knock her fucking ass out.
Now that she is all good and tied up lets find out if she is yours. Can her cunt take your cock? Is her cunt so fucking tight you start to realize the smoke had your head in a haze. That your sweet innocent little girl isn’t a whore, She hasn’t ever had a cock inside of her. Take another hit before you realize her lifeless body is so stiff that is why her pussy is so fucking tight. What have you done? Tell me every nasty detail what you did to her tiny lifeless body.
Two Against One
Blasphemy Sex Sunday
Every now and then I like to hit a church on Sunday.
Not to worship but to corrupt.
I don’t believe in the holier then thou, all seeing, all knowing and all powerful God…..and turning someone of faith inside out and upside down in their own place of worship makes my black heart happy and my goth pussy wet.
Entering the grand and ornate church makes me want to puke but I have butterflies in the pit of my stomach thinking about what I am about to do. I follow the signs in the hall way that lead to the Priest’s office. As I approach the door I hear him in there softly praying as he finishes working on his sermon for the morning.
I don’t bother knocking, I just push the door open. He looks up and smiles motioning me in.
I stride across the room and behind his desk picking up a rosary as I walk by. Before the words of question can escape his lips my tongue is down his throat and I am shoving his hand into my pussy, bald, wet and uncovered under my short skirt.
His mild resistance tells me that he wants this too. My hand touches his and he can feel me pushing the rosary inside my slippery cunt between his fingers as his dick grows against my belly.
Hell fire and damnation.
I bring him to the brink of blowing his holy load and stop.
I tell him he is going to escort me to my pew and as he gives his sermon I am going to make him cum. I have recorded our little time together and if he doesn’t cooperate I will show it in the middle of the service.
When he cums he is to scream “hallelujah, hell fire and damnation” Then he is to call me up to his podium so that I can see the cum all over his robe.
The sermon begins and as he is preaching I begin to pull the rosary from my cunt. slowly on bead at a time. Finally it is all out of me and I lift it to my mouth sucking my juice of the beads. His breath catches and he almost looses his train of thought. I hear him groan through his words and he yells, just as I ordered him to, before calling me out of the congregation.
Blasphemy Sex Sunday fun.
Need a Teen Rape Porn Victim?
Are you looking for a teen rape porn victim? If so…I’m the girl for you. Let me tell you why, if you will allow it. You see…my Daddy is a drunk, a big horny drunk at that. I don’t know where my Mommy went, but she went far away. A place where Daddy couldn’t find her and beat her and fuck her. She left me here for that. So ever since I can remember (like thumb sucking days old) my Daddy would come home drunk ready to make me his little bitch. He has never been easy or gentle on me, I don’t even go to school because I am always covered in bruises and slash marks from him beating me whenever I struggled, or whenever he wanted to simply take out some anger. I’m basically just his little rag doll. He does whatever he wants to me, and there is nothing I can do about it. I’ve accepted that. I realize my worth is nothing, and I know the only good thing about me are my tight little fuck holes. In fact, Daddy has drilled that into my head as he goes back and forth from my ass to my pussy, and even as he passes me along to his friends. He makes me say lots of degrading things while I am getting fucked, even thru the cocks I have shoved down my throat. “I am nothing but a worthless whore” “Please degrade me” “Use my mouth and ass, please!” “I am nothing but a fuck toy for you and your friends, I beg you to use and abuse me to no end” All this is easily interrupted by a smack to my face or a cock being shoved in my mouth, but what can I do? It’s all true!
Don’t go into the woods
The crackling of the fire and the sound of her choking on her own blood made me warm inside. I was so warm I couldn’t feel the pain just yet. I was tied up being forced to watch them hurting my friend. Kali had stopped fighting. Her body had gone limp 20 minutes ago. I can’t close my eyes, I can’t look away. They are forcing me to watch.
It was 30 minutes ago when he walked out of the dark into our camp site. He asked if we were alright and if we wanted to share some fish he caught. Kali and I didn’t just want his fish. His shirt was off and we could see his rock hard body. That tattoos on his tanned flesh made both of our tight bald pussies throb. Kali and I stole some beer from our daddies. “Now are you two even old enough to touch a beer bottle?” He knew right away we weren’t even legal. Our assholes were puckered up, worried we were about to get into trouble. We did what we always do. Asked if there way ANYTHING we could do to make him forget our age. The way he licked his lips after he took that first drink of his ice cold beer made our pussies throb. I squeezed Kali’s hand as we waited for his answer. He sat down next to us by the fire, he opened his bag and handed us a big bottle of whiskey. We should have ran right then and there, He made our skin crawl and we were already too drunk to notice it was fear not sexual desire.
We smiled as he said “You two young ladies drink this here bottle and we gonna be just fine.” His southern drawl had my nipples so hard. I wanted him and the way Kali was looking at him, I knew she wanted him too. The whiskey was hitting us hard. I was so loopy and drunk that I could not believe my eyes. We thought it was just a joke. He chained me up to the tree and slowly cut my clothes off with his big sharp hunting knife, he gave me butterfly’s when he ran the back of the blade between my pussy lips. I thought he was about to have kinky sex with me and Kali all night long. He turned from me to go to Kali, I thought he was just going to tease us both all night. He pulled out his big thick cock and made her suck him. I could hear her choking and gagging. Then I heard her scream… I could see him fucking her eye hole!
He was skull fucking her as he stabbed her in the back with that giant fucking hunting knife. After 20 minutes he realized she had been lifeless for the last 15 minutes. He pulled her off his cock, there he still warm body on the fire and walked towards me.
Taboo Phone Sex Party and Feast
Have a taste for some taboo phone sex with a twist of fate added for indulgence? Well if cannibalism phone sex brings you to salivation I will offer you sweet salvation. Bring one item from my list in order to be admitted to the Den of Sin motorcycle clubs event of the year. The List is printed on the flyer that was mailed out to a select few non-members so consider it your personal ticket to the event of your life, or death.
A virgin sacrifice is needed for the clubs survival, and well a dirty little secret about our founders, they are real cannibals and need the delicacy of human flesh to fulfill their life lines and ensure their ageless radiance. I guarantee this event is not to be missed by any of you serial killer types that have been successful. I will not have any in attendance that appear to be on the radar. I know who you are as I have my insider information.
Let’s get to the details, shall we. Under the open night sky we will gather at the center of our founders 30 acre plot of which is cleared only in the center. What does that mean? Well, the way in is heavily wooded and folks have gotten lost trying to find their way in. That is intentional due to the nature of our practices. Once you find the hidden circle of sin you will be welcomed by the visuals of the damned with young precious virgins tied to pillars, nude. You’ll find some of the darkest evil bikers gathering, with drink and fires ablaze all about.
There will be debauchery and chanting. You will inhale the essence of sex, blood, and that of burning flesh and hair. The most curious wonderful scent of culinary excellence is also there. You may be best not inquiring as to what the various meat offerings are. In the very center you will see an Victorian claw footed bath tub with a fire pit in the ground beneath it. You may also notice a few deep ditches about and what looks like a wood chipper. Those are to properly dispose of the remains.
Snuff Porn Road Rage
Snuff porn was not on my to do list when I left the house to run some errands. I can be a dumb clueless blonde. I was self absorbed in my own world as I drove away from the mall that night. I was driving and texting so I never realized I cut a guy off when I ran a red light. Not sure how long he had been following me. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until he ran my car off the road on a desolate side road. I was taking a short cut home, bypassing the highway traffic. I hit my head on the steering wheel. When I looked up a bit dazed, I saw a shadowy figure in front of my car like something out of a horror movie. I rolled down the window thinking I had been in a car accident of some sort. He started yelling about women drivers. He was full of road rage. I got out of the car to apologize, but that angered him further. He punched me in the face. It must have knocked me out because I woke up tied and attached to some metal contraption. It was very dark and damp, clearly a basement. I was naked. I pleaded with him a thousand times over, but his road rage had only escalated. He took a baseball bat and beat me with it. I was helpless, tied up, unable to defend myself from the blows to my body. I felt my ribs breaking. Do you know what happens when your ribs break? They can puncture your lungs. I was starting to struggle to breath. I could taste blood even though I had no head injury. He laughed at me as my lungs filled up with blood. He sodomized me as I was dying. “Only good female driver is a dead one,” I heard him say before everything went dark.
A Day in the Park: Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
My callers love to hear me share my rape phone sex fantasies. All women have them, right? It is just not considered politically correct to admit you have rape fantasies. I told this one caller months ago that one of my rape fantasies was to be taken spending the day in the park. Coincidentally, I spent Saturday at the park by myself. Honestly, I was not thinking of being gang banged or anything like that. I was just hiking in a nearby national park. Getting high, while up high on the mountains. I was not paying attention to my surroundings as usual and before I realized I was in danger, several men rushed me. I almost fell backwards into the gorge. I was saved only to be tied up by mountain climbing rope and suspended to a tree. At first, they just taunted me calling me names like stupid whore. Then the torment escalated. They hit me with sticks and threw rocks at me like I was a piñata. I screamed for help, but none came. A rock hit me in the head. Blood started running down my face like I was in some horror movie. Talk about a wrong turn. I was in a secluded part of the park not marked by trails. I had no cell service. The men left me bleeding hanging from a tree.
A single hiker came by what felt like hours later. I was so excited to be rescued. He was not exactly the rescuing type. He saw an opportunity and he took it. He cut me down with a knife, left me tied up and force fucked me. My mouth, my ass and my pussy were all up for grabs with him. He never spoke once to me. Just grunted like a wild animal as he shoved his cock in my fuck holes. I was violated twice in the middle of God’s country. Finally, a park ranger rescued me, but because drugs were found in my system, no one believed my story. They thought I got high and fell down a hill. When I got back to my house, my caller I shared my day in the park rape fantasy with called me to see how I was healing up. I will never know which one he was.