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Rented off for Violent phone sex

Violent phone sexThe men sold my Violent phone sex services out to a brutal ugly bastard, and he had no issues proving that sometimes looks are not at all deceiving. He started the session by clapping my ass with his big strong, frankly hulking hands. My cheeks jiggled, then quaked, and before long I was quivering in pain from the sting. It was like a shockwave had hit and flown through my whole body one inch at a time. It shook me to my core, and that was before he lifted me up with far too much force and pressed me against the wall by my front without relent. He pressed against me so hard with his massive body that my Cheap phone sex nipples scraped against the wood and I found myself crying out. He then went and rubbed his massive, honking cock up against my whore slit. It was so huge it drove me crazy, the redness flowing over my cheeks as fast as the juice dripping down my legs. I couldn’t help it, never can, when the smell of a rigid fuck meat standing tall in excitement hits my nose I’m immediately soaked and wiggling my hips. I’m trained too well, conditioned to be horny to a fault. I’m a pleasure slave and I know it. So when he raised the tip of his fat prick up to my swollen, needy lips, I pressed down despite his body pressing me against the wall and I swallowed him up. Devouring his Taboo phone sex cock exactly where I needed it, stretching me out far too much and breaking me in before he even began to thrust. Once he did thrust, grabbing me hard enough to bruise my flesh before pumping rapidly, it was with enough force to knock the air out of my lungs and roll my eyes back in surprise.

Sacrifice for Samhain

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To properly celebrate Samhain, my little coven and I rejoice in a variety of rituals: nude nature walks, sumptuous feasts and, best of all, hole bashing bondage phone sex with a physical manifestation of death, itself.  Conjuring up some vile visitor from the underworld and letting it have its way with us is the best way to increase the power in our little triad of terror, not to mention the fact that demon cock feels amazing, so we do it every year.  And, like any good witch, we celebrate all three days.  

On the 31st, it’s a little witches’ ball with just the three of us and one lucky lad that we invite to be the recipient of all of our attention.  We drink and dance and play with his genitals until one of us ends up making him cum in our hands.  Then, we save it.  Every last drop.  But night one is only for handy work.

On the 1st, the four of us take a nude hike through the woods.  Every time we stop to rest, we take turns blowing our lucky boy toy until he shoots a sticky load in our mouths.  By the time we’re done walking we’ve all gotten some of his goop.  Then we saved it.  Spit it out into a canteen.  Day two is the day we use our mouths.

The 2nd is when things get really fun.  We start off with a daytime feast for the four of us full of food, wine and butt fucking.  I mean, you can’t spell “bacchanal” without “anal.”  Inevitably, sometime during the whole thing, usually between the food and the ass ramming, our simple boy asks who the fifth plate of food and wine goblet are for.  We just laugh at him and take his fuck hog as far in our rectums as we can and grind around on him until he fills our shit boxes with spunk.  You know what happens next.  We shoot that shit filled cum out of our assholes and save it.  We saved all of his seed for all three days for what happens next.

After the feast, it’s time for the sacrifice.  This is when the worm turns for our lucky stud.  He gets lured onto our sacrificial altar and strapped down so he can’t move.  After we each say our part, his throat is slit and he bleeds out, quick and simple.  Once all of his blood is collected, we can finally get to performing the great rite and increasing the power of our crazy little coven.

The dark entities of death we conjure are drawn to human bodily fluids and waste like moths to a juicy, stinky flame.  We cover ourselves in that boy’s blood and all of that spit and shit filled jizz he gave us before his demise and recite an invocation so we can offer ourselves to whatever awful being we decide to bring forth.  We don’t do it three times in one night, only one of us gets to be ravaged by a rotten wraith each year.  No high priestess in our coven, we share power.  So, every three years, I get to look forward to being tied up, covered in sludge and wailed away on by some ghastly ghoul.  And this is my year.  I can’t fucking wait!

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Sacrifice on Halloween

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn may not have been part of Halloween’s origins, but it seems to be a ritual for me. This guy kidnapped me from the mall parking lot. He told me he was a Druid and that he had to make a human sacrifice to cleanse his soul and gain favor with the gods. He was talking nonsense to me.  I thought a Druid was some fictional thing in the Halloween movies. He was telling me about the origins of Halloween and the tradition of sacrifices while I was bound and gagged in the back seat of his car. It seemed like we drove forever. Honestly, I almost pissed myself in the back of his car it was taking so long to get wherever he was taking me. I had no idea what to expect. I was scared.

gangbang rape pornWe ended up in some remote place in the woods. Some shack was glowing with a low watt orange light. He dragged me like a side of beef into the cabin where other men in robes were waiting for me. I was going to be the star of some Druid freak show gangbang rape porn. Men in scary masks and cloaks, started pawing at me and chanting some medieval song as they shoved their cocks violently in all my holes. I had cocks in my ass, my mouth and pussy. I was screaming, but they were chanting this creepy song that was not even in English. I thought Latin, but these monsters were likely singing in some ancient Druid language. I was in a living nightmare. These men were violently fucking me. I knew I would die once they were done fucking me. I tried to make them enjoy fucking me so they would not stop. Oil lamps were illuminating the cabin, but it was too dark still to see their faces well. Plus, they had strange white masks on their faces with symbols in black.

gangbang rape pornI was part of some ancient Halloween ritual. They saw me as nothing but a sacrifice. I was going to die because some wacko and his cult thought I was a good enough sacrifice to cleanse their souls. I started fighting more. I was not going to be their gangbang rape porn sacrifice without a fight. I started kicking and screaming. I managed to knock over an oil lamp which caught the shack on fire. These freaky Druids started screaming and frantically trying to put out the fire. In the chaos, I escaped through the woods, naked and cold. I was bound, but I freed myself. Fuck those Druid freaks and their human sacrifice mumbo jumbo. I was not dying. At least not this Halloween.

Snuff Phone Sex Accomplice Venus Will Make You a Killer

snuff phone sexI love snuff phone sex. I am a killer of a bitch. I mean that both figuratively and literally, LOL. I can roleplay killing all day long, but I can kill all day too. I hate people. I am a loner. I have no tribe of friends I hang with. No loyalty to anyone. The one person I ever really liked was my grandpa and he died 10 years ago. He was just like me. A misfit. A sadist. A loner. A killer. He taught me everything I know about how to get away with murder. I can teach you too. I have this guy who hired me to be his accomplice to kill this little whore who dick teases him. Turns out he wants to be like me.  He wants to be a killer and not just on killer phone sex calls. He has homicidal impulses like me. I think most people do, but they lack the balls to do. Once your kill your first victim though, you get a taste for blood. I knew he had potential because when we killed his little cock teasing neighbor girl, I did not have to do it all. When guys hire me to be their accomplice, I am often the one doing it all. I do the killing and the disposal of the body. Plus, I am the one who kidnaps the victim too. Usually, my accomplices are just fucking the little slut and I do everything else. I do not mind. That is what I am paid for, and I do love to kill, but Christopher really took initiative. He did it all. He brought her to me. He force fucked her tiny holes like she was a teen rape porn star. He killed her. He even fucked her dead body and fed her to the coyotes. He showed no fear. He is a stone cold killer like me. He just needs me to hone his skills. What about you? Are you a stone cold killer too?

Accomplice Phone Sex: I Take the Risks and You Have the Fun

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex is my jam. Honestly, I love helping men with their rape fantasies. Now, is the perfect time to find a victim too. This week of Halloween, you can dress in disguise and hide who you are. Johnny and I went hunting for young girls the other night. We dressed up as a couple with brats and joined in on the local trunk and treat event to check out the young talent. When Johnny found one he liked, I stalked her to find out where she lives, who she hangs with and her habits. He wanted to fuck this little slut so bad, it was all I could do to keep him at bay until I could hatch a plan. If it was not for me, he might have gone to jail Friday night for exploring his rape phone sex fantasies. He needs me. You need me too. I take the risks, do the planning so I can protect you. I sped up the process because Johnny wanted this little slut so bad. I surprised him last night with her. I kidnapped and drugged her. She was still out cold when I hand delivered her to his bed. I was like a cat who caught the mouse and was so proud I dropped it on his pillow. He had an immediate boner. I told him this one could not be returned, so we had to use her well. He had a better idea. Keep her alive in a cage in the basement and make her a permanent sex slave. I liked that idea. She was young, tight and cute. She had a few years left in her. My partner in crime tore her little cunnie and asshole up. She was a virgin. There was a blood bath as he fucked her as proof of that. She woke up while he was fucking her, but she did not have much fight in her. Now, she is living in a pink dog cage in Johnny’s basement. Naked and afraid. She is nothing but fuck meat now. I am a taboo phone sex accomplice. Who can we snatch for you?

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Ass rape porn
In this Ass rape porn we meet in the bar and takes me home I’m playing with my pussy the whole time in the car as he gets me upstairs he rips off my clothes and puts me up against the wall sliding his cock deep into my pussy bound my pussy bouncing me up-and-down against the wall carrying me across the room on his deck to the bed throwing me down on the bed as I poke my ass up in the air he tries to put just the tip in my ass But I say no no so he puts it back in my pussy he fucks me real hard yanking my hair and choking me out I want to those last chokes I almost Passed out and then I felt a very strong ripping sensation As he had shoved his Dick right into my ass raw and dry fucking me hard taking my throat and pushing it back on his Dick as he fucked and raped me in my ass.

Torture Sex and Castration Fun with a Pathetic Tinkerbell

torture sexI am known as a torture sex bitch. So, when this little caged sissy called me, I was shocked at first. I am not a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore sadistic bitch into inflicting real pain. I specialize in cock and ball torture; I even go as far as to castrate losers. It does not take much to get me to mutilate your sex organs. I thrive on it. I knew this little sissy bitch had a death wish to call me and send me these shameful pictures. I mean who in their right mind would send me these pics and think I would not use them for nefarious purposes?  I am not some GFE babe or a sissy trainer. I am a hardcore castration phone sex bitch. I take men’s’ balls for looking at me funny. Look at this pathetic loser? She did this to herself, so you can imagine what I would do to her.  I castrated this sissy bitch, but only after and hour of tortuous foreplay that was pure pleasure for me.

castration phone sexThis little Goth sissy is what I would call self-ware. She did not call me for sissy training. She is a pain slut.  Likely born in the wrong body because she had a clit not dick. I called her Tinkerbell because her little cock cage made a ringing sound, and Tinkerbell is a good sissy faggot name. At least she was smart enough to know she was not calling a traditional sissy trainer. I am a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. I tortured that little Tinkerbell. She even helped in her own torture. She has an electric wand that shocks the body. It is akin to a cattle prod. Of course, I had her kick it up many notches beyond her comfort zone because that is what I do. I push pain tolerances. I make worthless tinkerbells beg for mercy. I find the pain threshold and push right past it. I do not get many pathetic pansy sissies calling me, but when I do, I castrate the losers and torture their shrinky dinks.

Snuff Porn is On Men’s Minds The Entire Month

snuff pornSnuff porn is on guys’ minds this month. October is full of horror films. Guys get inspiration. Guys like my stepson who hates me. He summed me to his place the other night. I was not fucked up. In fact, I looked like a typical soccer mom. I had been out with my boys shopping for their Halloween costumes when I got the text. I dropped my sons off at the house and hustled over to my stepson’s place. I knew it would not be pleasant for me. It never is, but since he is blackmailing me, when he summons me, I rush to his place. I walked into what looked like a horror movie set. He had snuff sex on his mind. He told me he needed some quick money. I have been his cash cow for years now. He has no job. He cannot keep one either. My husband will not give him money anymore either. My husband knows we are both bad with money. The difference between me and my stepson is that I can trade my fuck holes for my drugs. My stepson cannot, but he can trade mine. He pimped me out for a live stream. He had a few guys who paid him to fuck me. Then he had thousands of guys paying to watch the live stream of me getting fucked. He had it set up so that we would be reacting violent scenes in popular horror movies like the Saw and Halloween franchises. This was not good for me. I mean I could end up dead. One of these days my stepson will go too far. I tell myself that as much as he hates me, he needs me. I am his cash cow. Without me, he has no money for drugs. We made a bunch of mini gangbang rape porn videos that night. I got fucked hard. I got beat and fisted and even choked too. I did not like being brutalized. I never do. But I have many more years of being his punching bag because he is blackmailing me. I survived, but I know one day, I won’t.

Taboo Phone Sex with Cum Dumpster

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With my type of taboo phone sex, I am usually open to everything and anything! I love consensual and non-consensual so much! My boyfriend decided to scare me one day after learning all of my naughty and crazy kinks. He grabbed me while wearing a mask and shoved me into the trunk of his car, I was screaming, but my pussy was dripping wet with excitement. He brought me down into a basement that wasn’t ours and I had no idea who he was when he ripped my clothes off to reveal my tits and my wet cunt. He taunted me and dragged a knife across my stomach, causing droplets of blood to draw on me like a ritual. The rest of the night was spent making me scream.

Snuff Phone Sex Season is Here: Let’s Go Bimbo Hunting

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is always popular, but during October, it is at its peak in popularity. It is because horror movies inspire you to kill.  I am not blaming horror movies for my murderous impulses. Those were always there. Horror films, however, showed me how easy it is to get away with murder. I am smarter and more realistic than your typical horror flick villain. I hunt a lot of the same prey though. Dumb bimbos flood the horror movie genre, but they flood the world too. They need eliminated one bimbo at a time. I hooked up with Paul last night. He wanted to go bimbo hunting with me. We had a bimbo right in our bar too. This blonde waif of a girl with a fake ID. A true Karen in the making too. She was likely 18 but her bad fake ID had her at 25. The door man caught her, and she threw a fit. Started talking about how her daddy owned half this city and him too. She was busted with a fake ID. She should have walked away, but she made an ass out of herself and started tossing her privilege around. We had a winner. This little bitch needed to feel our killer phone sex rage for girls like her. If the world has one less Karen, it is better off. We left when they kicked her out of the bar. Her drunk and belligerent ass was still ranting in the parking lot. I clocked her over the head and Paul shoved her in the trunk. I took her to my cabin in the woods. My accomplice for the night fucked the shit out of her first. I mean part of the fun of having an accomplice is the force fucking. I can use my fist or a foreign object, but your cock is the perfect final cock any bimbo deserves. We shredded the drunk cunt. My accomplice for the night explored his violent rape phone sex fantasies, and I dismembered and disemboweled the cunt. I know you have some bimbo you want to snuff too. It is hunting season my fellow sadistics. Who should we fuck and kill?