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My Family Does Not Know I am a Dirty Snuff Porn Star

snuff pornMy husband and my offspring seem clueless about the snuff porn I’ve made. Of course, they don’t navigate the dark net. And they don’t travel in the seedy underworld of snuff like I do. I discovered years ago that the darker more violent shit paid more. I can make less porn but make more money. However, my body does take a beating. And I’m running out of excuses to explain away my bruises and broken bones.

My husband thinks I’m accident prone. So much so that he calls me crash as a nickname. However, my boys don’t know what to think of it. They know their mommy needs her medicine and fucks for it. I think they might realize I do a lot more than just fuck for my coke money. I make brutal ass rape porn videos. Anal sex doesn’t faze me. Although my husband doesn’t like to fuck me in the ass, our sons do and so do some of their friends do too.

Hardcore anal sex videos make a lot more money than the vanilla shit. Most men don’t struggle to find pussy. They struggle to find ass. And that’s why I make anal videos. Over the weekend my ass took a brutal beating too. This director known for violent anal porn wanted me for a video. I looked at my coke supply, which seemed low, and said anything for him.

Soccer Mom By Day, Extreme Anal Porn Star By Night

That turned out to be a mistake. I gave him carte blanche to abuse my ass. Some of the biggest men I’ve ever seen both in height and cock size surrounded me. All black. He looked like he hired a basketball team to fuck me in the ass. Anal gang bangs make the director a lot of money. But according to him, most women can’t handle even one cock in their ass let alone a small basketball team with forearms for cocks.

I snorted a few lines, and then I spread my ass cheeks like I was begging for an anal gangbang rape porn. Those cocks slammed in and out of my ass one at a time. Towards the end of the video, the director wanted them to kick it up a notch. So that meant my ass got two big black cocks at once. Now that I really felt. Ouch. I could feel my ass coming out when they pulled their dicks out. At least they didn’t punch me. However, they did slap me and choke me a few times while they came in my ass.

After everybody came in my ass, the director told me my part of the movie had not finished yet. He instructed me to squat down and shit out all that cum. He didn’t yell cut until I licked off every bit of cum from the concrete floor. But I never mind cleaning up my mess. I just act like I do for the directors. Afterwards, I collected my money, bought some coke and went home to take care of my boys. With mommy’s medicine, I can be an anal gangbang star one moment and drive boys to soccer games with jizz running down my thighs.

I Help Men Make Their Teen Rape Porn Fantasies a Reality

teen rape pornI love helping men make their teen rape porn fantasies come true. Honestly, it gives me great pleasure to help a man fuck a young girl in the ass for the first time or even in her pussy. Most men when I bring them something young to play with, want to fuck both holes. Can’t say that I blame them.

Larry and I go back decades. When I first met him, I turned 18 two days prior. And he wanted to make me a star. At the time I felt desperate for money and didn’t really understand what he meant by star. Star of what I should’ve asked. He put me into all sorts of hardcore anal porn videos. Underground stuff mostly on the dark net. He did make me a star. An ass rape porn star.

Although Larry made hardcore videos they seem sort of PG-13 compared to the stuff that’s out there now. He wasn’t into having me beaten or anything extreme like that. My daddy popped my ass cherry about 10 years earlier, so it never seemed that hardcore to me.

Perhaps my father and his drunk poker buddies desensitized me at a young age for brutality. That might be the reason why I don’t mind helping men like Larry find a younger model. The world seems full of teen runaways desperate for money just like me once upon a time.

My Eye for Talent and My Snuff Experience Make

Larry helped me make some decent money so I could stop living on the streets. Perhaps I could hook up another girl the same way. Honestly though I will admit that this new crop of teenagers and barely legal girls seem like a completely different breed. They seem more self-entitled. I mean they come to snuff auditions with a laundry list of things they won’t do. Do you want the money, or do you want to be a pain in the ass that nobody will work with?

I found Larry a barely legal teen girl for his anal torture sex movie. She looked like a mini me. Blonde buxom and desperate for cash. I found her in the warehouse district which is not safe for a girl like her. Larry loved her. And I prepared her. I explained exactly what to expect from Larry. And she agreed.

Sometimes, I Like to Help Young Runaways Find Work

Desperate girls should be willing to do anything a director or photographer wants if they want to be paid the big bucks. When I made snuff, I earned hundreds of dollars. But the girls now can earn thousands of dollars.

My street walker seemed perfect for the gig. Larry loved her. And she loved Larry’s money. He pays well, but he does brutalize an ass. I made out with her and let her eat my pussy to distract her from some of the pain. Plus, I knew Larry would pop off faster watching this teen girl eat my pussy. He filled her ass with cum. But he prolapsed it too. My tongue soothed it and eventually, I could push it back inside for her.

But her ass took a beating. However, he did pay her a couple thousand dollars for 2 hours with her ass. He gave me $1000 as a finder’s fee. I ended up giving her half of my finder’s fee. This way she can stay somewhere nicer than on the streets for a couple months. I survived living in hostels, fleabag motels, and sometimes shelters. No one helped me. But I want to help this new crop of desperate teen runaways.

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum!

Violent Phone Sex

Violent Phone Sex fantasies of hurting me until I cum.

I am a tough bitch who can take the pain you want to give me.

I want you to pound this pussy so hard I scream out in pain.

Hold me down and force me to take your big, girthy cock raw; don’t even lube it up.

I want it to hurt! Tie ropes around my tits until they are swollen and red.

Twist my nipples until I’m squirming in agony.

Then face fuck me to get me to shut up.

No one can hear me scream if there’s a big cock in my mouth, cutting off my airflow.

Then flip me around with my ass high in the air and arms shackled around my back.

Spread my ass cheeks wide open and fuck my tight little booty hole.

Ripping me from the inside, until blood is on your cock.

Use my blood as lube and fuck me even harder.

Don’t stop until your cum is mixing with my tears.

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Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Snuff Sex Fantasies From My Sadistic Phone Sex Archives

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I’m strapped to the cold steel table, my legs spread wide and locked into shackles that bite into my ankles. He stands over me, his eyes cold and hungry, looking at my trembling pussy like it’s just a piece of meat he’s about to carve. “Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he sneers, slapping my cheek so hard my head snaps to the side. “Begging for it before I even touch you.”

 

I moan, my hips arching instinctively. I want the pain. I crave the way he breaks me. He doesn’t waste time; he grabs a heavy leather belt and whips it across my thighs. Crack. The sting is electric, leaving a bright red welt across my pale skin. I scream, but it’s a sound of pure ecstasy.

 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he growls, shoving two fingers brutally deep into my soaking wet cunt. He doesn’t lubricate; he just forces them in, stretching me wide. I gasp, my breath hitching as he pumps his fingers violently, mimicking the fuck I’m desperate for. He reaches for a pair of pliers on the tray, glancing at my nipples. “Let’s see how much of a good little bitch you are when I start pulling.” He clamps down on my left nipple and twists, pulling the flesh away from my chest. I wail, my body convulsing, my pussy leaking juices all over the steel as the agony blends perfectly with the arousal

Ass Rape Porn Star Blair’s Ass Takes a Beating But Keeps on Ticking

ass rape pornThis ass rape porn star it experienced a busy night. Of course I needed coke. My sons decided to throw a party and invite eight friends over. So, I needed to score enough coke to keep up with 10 boys. My sons love watching me with their friends. They claim that I am the reason they’re popular at school. Every teenage boy wants to hang out at their house.

I love that I can help my boys like that. But I needed some coke and I needed it immediately. When I need a quick fix like that, I end up doing desperate, stupid things. Like calling up this one director who loves to sodomize me in creative ways. And last night did not seem any different. Honestly, he scares me. I don’t fear that he will kill me. That’s not the problem. However, his creativity makes his anal porn seem like nothing but anal torture sex.

We started off with a baseball bat in my ass. Not the handle part first. He went in with the thick top of the bat first. He managed to get almost all of it inside of me too. My asshole swallowed a baseball bat. He turned that baseball bat into a butt plug. And I could feel it stretching my colon from the inside. No doubt it did some damage to my intestines. I might not shit right ever yet.

My Asshole Takes a Beating Just So I Can Score Coke

I feared what would come next. But luckily the baseball bat was the biggest thing he fucked me with. He wanted to stretch and gape my ass so he could get other things in there like his forearm and a wine bottle. At one point he even gave my ass a beer douche. He shook up a bottle of Miller light, pulled off the cap and shoved it in my ass. I could feel the fizzing cleaning out my ass and my lower intestines. He joked that my beer douche turned bloody because he shredded my ass. Luckily this guy lets me get high before he experiments on my asshole.

I endured a couple hours of pain just to score enough coke to keep up with 10 teenage boys. But they would need to fuck my pussy because after that session, my asshole looked bigger than the Grand Canyon. And that would mean my pussy would feel way tighter than my asshole. Honestly, I didn’t care what hole they fucked. I wouldn’t feel anything on the coke I earned the hard way.

Necrophilia phone sex takes you to the darkest depths

Necrophilia phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex satisfies the monster inside. I have this hunger to defile and indulge in sweet death. But I like to get real fucking nasty with it. My foreplay is to get your cock nice and hard and drive it up her sweet cunt.

Don’t you want to lose control and enjoy yourself in the most vile of ways?

I will guide your hard cock into her, and you will blast off inside her cunt. Please slam her till she is gone forever. Seriously, Fuck her into a corpse for me, and then you can enjoy stroking your cock to me fucking her dead pussy.

The first time I ever fucked a corpse, I wasn’t looking for it. It was an accident. My boyfriend brought home his bitch he wanted to fuck, and for some reason, she pissed me off. I sat on her face till she stopped breathing, and when I realized I made a cold, dead Snuff sex slave, I came harder than ever before.

Snuff Sex is Underrated Fun for Women Like Me

snuff sexI think a lot of things are overrated but not snuff sex. In fact, I think that might be underrated. Nothing I enjoy more than fucking a deserving accomplice or victim. Or even fucking my victim right before I kill him. Some people call me a black widow. But that’s not the appropriate word. I don’t poison men or otherwise kill them for financial gain. I kill them because they deserve to die. Perhaps praying mantis makes more sense. Apparently, the female praying mantis bites the head off her lover during postcoital Bliss.

Now I don’t fuck victims often. If I find you completely annoying or a predator of goth girls, I just cock tease you to get you to my place. I don’t fuck you. Occasionally, though a woman hires me to kill some man who did her wrong. I take the job and I take the money. And I judge for myself if the person truly deserves to die.

This lady reached out to me on the darknet because she needed an accomplice phone sex partner. More like she needed a hired assassin. Ex-husband bleeding her dry. Blackmailing her for something that happened as a teen girl. She’s a high-powered criminal defense lawyer. And she fell in love with a con man. I did my research. Traced his IP address and all sorts of other things and found a long list of women scorned. He’s like that Tinder swindler.

Even a Sadistic Bitch Has Sexual Needs Too

He deserved to die. But what a fucking waste of a cock. And if you know me, you know, I don’t say that lightly. Sex does not drive me as much as vengeance and justice and pure rage does. So normally I don’t think about fucking a victim. I don’t need sex as often as the average person because snuff is my sex. Torture and murder arouse me. The dark things in this world that I enjoy satisfies me in ways sex cannot.

I broke into his place while my client fucked a coworker for an alibi. We only communicated once on the dark web. But after that, all communication went through burner cells or in person. Nothing to link her to me. I killed him. But I needed to stage it as a home invasion gone wrong to throw suspicion off this as a crime of passion. I’ve studied criminology and I understand crime scenes. Perhaps you could say I clean them up for a living because I never leave any trace of me.

But after I stabbed him, his cock sprung to life. Totally erect as he took his last breath. Looked to be the size of my forearm. So, I hopped on and took a ride. Used him like a suction cup dildo. The sounds of him asphyxiating on his own blood made my Goth cunt wet. Technically he died before I finished. But that cock stayed hard. Rigamortus maybe. Doubtful though since that usually occurs about an hour after death.

Sometimes a Dead Dick is a Terrible Thing to Waste

But I fucked up. Left my DNA on his dead dick. So, I needed to cut his cock and his balls off so I could clean my crime scene. And doing that would make it look like a personal kill. But his man scammed women for decades. So, I knew there would be ample suspects in his brutal death. Because of my mistake, I ended up giving this guy castration phone sex postmortem. And the CSI team would know that because of the lack of blood splatter.

Was not the murder I intended, but at the end of the day this sadistic Goth chick still has need. Just because I don’t do relationships doesn’t mean I don’t fuck. I gave half the money back to my client and explained what happened. Then I kind of spun it and left a few details out.

But I showed her my findings about all the women he swindled out of big bucks bankrupting several of them. Although I do not want an innocent woman behind bars, I know no evidence will ever leak them to this crime scene. I felt confident that although there might be a lot of suspects, the investigators wouldn’t be able to pin this murder on one of the many disgruntled women who would want this fucker dead.

I went home and fed his dick to my Rottweiler. She devoured it like one of those big turkey legs. Whatever it takes to dispose of the evidence. Even when I steer off path, no crime has yet to be linked to me for a reason. Because I’m good at what I do.

Ass rape porn blows me out and blooms my rosebud

The Ass rape porn I have to be in is pure agony. But I deserve to be punished like the worthless slut I am. My Master Daddy gets so furious when I disappoint him.Ass rape porn

My tight asshole will get a brutal banging!

He knows a brutal anal gangbang isn’t something I really enjoy. But I’m lucky that’s my only punishment. This time, though, he made it extra twisted and invited a bunch of ex-cons to be in his movie. He likes to make porn for his own private collection. It’s a sea of violent sexual horrors, and I’m in a bunch of them.

I don’t know what I did to disappoint him, but it must have been something bad because he got the ugliest, meanest-looking criminals to rip apart my insides.

They all line up to take me. It was like a horde of monsters, all keen to ravage my tender, stupid bitch ass. They were totally savage, unrelenting. They were all fucking my asshole like I was their fucking cellmate. They all smelled so bad, and coming from me, that’s really stinky.

It wasn’t long before my shithole was prolapsed. It is such a weird feeling. Almost like I’ve been emptied coldly and brutally. The worst part of this whole Torture sex ordeal was having to beg the camera to get them to fuck it back in me.

Taboo Phone Sex Sluts Put the Assholes with Tiny Dicks Out of Commission

taboo phone sexIt’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.

Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.

We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.

When Men Act Like Dr Jekyll I Fight Back

Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.

I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.

So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.

Nothing Settles a Man Down Like Castration

Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.

So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.

He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.