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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.

Violent Phone Sex with Layla Surrendering to All Your Wishes

Violent Phone SexI can barely breathe as the shadows stretch across the room, crawling over the walls like dark fingers. My hands shake, gripping the edge of the chair, and I hear him pacing behind me. Every step is deliberate, echoing in a rhythm that makes my heart race. I know I shouldn’t enjoy this, yet a strange thrill twists in my chest. Violent Phone Sex flashed in my mind earlier tonight, and now the idea feels close, almost real, even as terror coils around me.

He stops just behind my shoulder, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, his presence suffocating yet electrifying. My body trembles, not from fear alone, but from something darker, a twisted pull I can’t name. I know he’s watching every micro-expression, every subtle tremor, and I wonder what he’s thinking. There’s this weird, unspoken thing between us… he could hurt me, but I feel an undercurrent of protection too.

“Don’t move,” he whispers as he slowly fingers my wet sloppy pussy, his voice rough but low, a sound that makes my stomach flip. I obey, even though part of me wants to flinch. His hands move near me, not touching yet, teasing the boundary between dread and desire. The rope he drags across the floor calls to me somehow, each scrape a signal that I’m not in control… yet I’m strangely ready to surrender. My pulse hammers in my ears, matching the beat of his quiet, methodical steps.

I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine when he circles me, studying, testing, like a predator with a secret crush he’ll never admit. Every inch of space between us is charged, and though I should be screaming, I only breathe, shallow and trembling. My body aches with anticipation, the fear mixing with a thrill I shouldn’t feel. I’ve never been this exposed, this vulnerable, and yet… I don’t want him to stop.

He finally leans close, close enough that I can smell him, warm and dark, and I flinch, only a little. His grin is cruel and teasing, and I can’t tell if it’s for my terror or my reaction. “Yea you like me deep in that pretty little nigger pussy of yours don’t ya?” He yells. “Yes Daddy” I squirm, squeezing my pussy nice and tight, ready for him to cum all over me in disgust. My heart races, my skin tingles, my entire body is alert, ready to obey, to surrender to his will, to whatever twisted game he’s playing. The room feels smaller, tighter, and yet I feel some strange sense of safety, a secret promise I’ll never hear in words.

And as the first flicker of candlelight dances across his eyes, I realize I’m trapped, yes, but I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more. My fear hums alongside something darker, something electric and thrilling, and I know this… he’ll never let me go, not really, even if he pretends to.

Knife Play Phone Sex is the Best Way to Prolong the Pain

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex anyone? I think a knife is the best weapon. It prolongs the agony. I am not a fan of a quick kill, are you? I had a little girl in my basement last night. She had been in my basement for a few days just waiting, scared as a wounded bird. Her fear was intoxicating. This package was not for me though. I was hired to kidnap her for her father. But we had to plan it well, so no suspicion fell on him. He was visiting his sister when the girl went MIA on her way home from school. He is in the middle of a nasty custody battle, so he would be suspect number one. He came over last night to have fun with her after waiting patiently. I wanted to carve her up, but only after he explored his rape phone sex fantasies for his bitchy daughter. The mom was coaching the little girl to say very bad things about her daddy. I am just helped him live up to the lies. With the girl gone, there would be no support payments, no pawn in the divorce. I did not care his reasons why. I just cared about the money. He fucked her. Fucked all her tight tiny holes. They were so tiny that he split them open. She bled bright crimson red. Once he was done using her holes, however, she became mine to play with. I took my time carving up her tender flesh. I mutilated her soft skin. It was more for fun than anything. I liked listening to her scream. I mean her daddy just tore her asshole and cunt up, but she still cried out for him. She preferred her attacker to me. Most women or girls would because I am a snuff sex sadistic bitch. I believe in torture and mutilation. I believe in my victim feeling the pain. That lying little cunt got what was coming to her. Now, she is bear shit because I fed her diced up body parts to the wild animals. How do you think I have never been caught? Nature makes the finest accomplice.

Accomplice phone sex

 accomplice phone sex

 I was at a party and I walked into the wrong/right room at a very pertinent time. I was looking for the restroom and I found that sort of. There was a pretty blond girl that was forced on her hands and knees and she was taking multiple loads of piss all over her naked body and face. It was too late to run out the door and act as if I had seen nothing.

Two of the guys came over and grabbed me and started forcing my clothes off. They were getting excited about my holes that they were going to penetrate. I decided to throw them a curve ball and begged them to let me piss on her. They seemed amused. I squatted over her face and drenched her in my hot urine.

I spit all over her face once I was done and quickly grabbed one of their dicks and guided into her pussy, ripping it open. I demanded that they force fuck her rough and deep. They all seemed to really get into it. I shoved another big fat cock in her ass. Before u knew it I was joining in on the fun, getting my holes pumped open to.

Talk about a wild night.

Snuff sex

snuff sex

I was hanging from the ceiling with a noose around my neck. I was completely naked and I had an upside down bucket to stand on. I was really trying hard to keep my balance. Any wrong slip and I could totally hang myself. It was getting rather exhausting trying to hold myself up. The guy that has made me his prey, his victim was standing there always in amusement.

I thought about just hanging myself to escape his rath. He got a big chair and sat down on it. He asked if I wanted a chance to give my legs a break, however that would mean that I would have to tire another part of my body out. He told me to straddle his lap and to bounce up and down his cock. His cock is massive.

It hurt so badly bouncing up and down it while the noose now became a leash and collar. He was tearing my pussy open, holding my cunt down on his cock not letting me bounce up and down. He even started teasing me. He pushed the chair away so that I would have to stay stuck to his cock, if not the noose would tighten and I would die.

He lowered himself on the floor slowly, making the noose tighter with my pussy around his cock. He was about to come and finally lowered me all the way down to my death as he squirted his cum inside of me.