Category: Accomplice phone sex

Men Turn Women Into Ass Rape Porn Stars

ass rape pornMen love ass rape porn. Women have asses for a reason, right. Assholes exist for men to bust them. My eye for talent and my experience as an anal porn star makes me popular among men looking for something much younger and tighter to fuck. And I like helping men find assholes to bust.

So, I took my client window shopping looking for a nice ass to fuck. Doesn’t matter if the girl is willing or not. That ass is there to be taken. My client and I found a cute teen girl and boy did that girl have an ass on her. But at her age, I figured no man had popped either cherry yet. Perfect. My client likes to be the first one to bust an ass.

To some, anal sex seems like taboo phone sex. But it shouldn’t be taboo. We wouldn’t have a hole in our asses if men were not meant to fuck it. So, we took that girl back to my place. I made her a star. She fell for my model scout bullshit. But in a way I did make her a star. More specifically a hardcore anal porn star. I tied her hands behind her back, pushed her onto her stomach with a pillow under her. Then I spread open her ass cheeks and told my client to take what belongs to him in the first place.

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He tore her ass up. She screamed bloody murder. I told her there are far worse things that could happen to her than men ravaging her asshole. And I could tell she thought about that. She could just as easily end up dead. Lord knows when I made hardcore anal porn, some girls just couldn’t hack it. And they just disappeared. I could make this girl disappear too.

So, she finally stopped screaming. But she still wouldn’t relax enough to enjoy. However, her enjoyment did not matter. Only my client’s enjoyment mattered. And in that moment, he never looked happier. He did what he loved. And that would be fucking virgin assholes and turning girls into anal sluts.

He ravaged her asshole for hours. It almost looked like he prolapsed her asshole. Cum just dripped out of her butt like a leaky faucet. The girl appeared covered in sweat and cum. My client’s dick dripped still. So, I made that little bitch spit shine his dirty dick. She hated it. But she did it. That bitch heard me. She knew this could’ve easily ended up as snuff sex. So, she sucked it up, started to relax and I think maybe another hardcore sex star was born.

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I am Geneva, an ass rape porn whore who lives for the stretch of a cock tearing through my asshole. So, my debut in Anal Annihilation hit the underground sex clubs like a fist to the gut. And the crowd roared as I took the massive dick deep inside my ravaged rectum.
Therefore, the camera caught that slick, bloody thrust as I screamed. Ultimately, making my asshole gaping wide enough to swallow a fist. Moreover, the producer yelled, “More!”
After that first scene, I was hauled back to the dim prep room. So, here adrenaline and cocaine kept me conscious while the crew stitched my torn sphincter with rough thread.
Then, they rubbed a dose of cocaine on my gums. The next thing was shoving a plug into my abused asshole.  Finally, they sent me back onto the set for round two, Snuff Sex whore’s undoing.

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Therefore, this time, two guys shoved their cocks in tandem, one pounding my ass while the other forced his length down my throat. Ultimately, causing me to choke on spit and cum as my asshole stretched to its limit.
When the director yelled, “Cut!” I lay there, eyes rolling back. As my ass is a ruined tunnel of flesh and blood, with that iron scent thick in the air. Therefore, they declared me snuffed, but the living‑dead girl of anal fortitude never stays down.
Essentially, it is that shot of epinephrine that jerked my heart back to life. Of course, this caused the crew to laugh. Moreover, they were slapping my ass cheeks until they bounced like rubber.
So, I rose, dripping with sweat and cum. While my asshole is still gaping, ready for the next barrage. Of course, each snuff scene leaves me more ruined. However, I crave a thick dick splitting me open, pain mixing with pleasure until I lose myself in the filth.
Therefore, I am the stupid bitch who won’t quit. And the Accomplice phone sex whore who gets used to my end. Yet every time I get snuffed the fuck out, I am revived to continue.  All because in these clubs my only purpose is to take it, again and again, until the world forgets my name.
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Daddy Daniel made my pussy more wet than it’s been in a long time. He has a sick fantasy of using, abusing and finally snuffing out his slut wife. Since he obviously can’t get away with snuffing her out the way I could, we play in fantasy. I don’t mind playing the role of his sweet wife and letting him take his anger out on me. It’s always hot gagging and gurgling to him strangling me at the end of our calls. His dick pulses to the thought of her eyes bulging out and her face turning red, then purple and blue.

I’m almost always his personal playmate and victim. Tonight though, he wanted to watch me get destroyed by a whole gang of hard cocks. Hearing his fantasy of his wife getting her pussy and asshole ripped into one big, gaped hole made my panties all wet!

He held me down and choked me out with his cock while twenty or more men all had a turn at fucking me. Screaming, crying and begging only made his dick throb harder in my throat.

He beat his dick while talking about smashing my face in with his fists. He pounded my face while all of those men force fucked my cunt.

When I was just a used up, wallowed out fuck doll filled with cum, he wanted to snuff me out. He jerked his dick while twisting my panties around my throat. The tighter he twisted them, the more my eyes popped out of my skull! He snuffed me out in a way so brutal and evil I can only tell you if you call me.

Sadistic Phone Sexy Whore Dusty Is Back

sadistic phone sexThis sadistic phone sex bitch is back and more fucked up than ever. If you remember me, then you know that there is nothing I won’t do to your cocks or another cunt’s fuck holes to get off. I think it’s fair since I allow my cunt to be sliced, stretched, annhiliated, and fucked for the pleasure of those perfect cocks.

When you are around me, don’t leave those holes of anattended. I am so fucked that I’ll take your cock and shove it to some random ilttle school girl slut walking home from school.  You may see my eyes go into that dark place but tit will be the only warning befor I grab that girl by the throat in broad daylight.

My cunt immediately starts pumping seeing the fear, confusion and ultimately the absolute terror that will take over this girl. Her fear fuels my orgasmic squirting bliss. I really am an evil cunt and my evil cunt does like seeing girls tortured in the name of getting my cunt nice and juicy.

Don’t get it twisted though, I do most things for guys cocks to get hard. I love torturing young ones and having your grown man cock in my hand as I stroke it into their young slut holes.  The harder they take that cock down their throat, the more my clitty tingles

Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Babes are Always in Demand

babysitter phone sexI enjoy being the bad babysitter phone sex babe. Much easier for a woman to get a babysitting gig than a man. Even most men don’t trust another man to watch their cute little one. But they’ll trust a bimbo babe. So go figure. It’s so easy even in the modern technology age to create a new identity. When it comes to babysitting sites, I’ve learned how to manipulate them. Of course, I do have some help from a guy I met on the dark web. He taught me everything I know about creating a digital identity and faking references.

But most parents see a woman, and they don’t realize I’m a package deal. Over the weekend, I watched a little boy. A cute little boy too. A client hired me to get him access to a cute little boy butt. And since I am not a mother, being a freelance babysitter gives me access to random boys and girls. I feel like a horny teenager sneaking in her boyfriend after my parents went to bed. I drugged my little charges with a nighttime cocktail and then my partner arrived.

Perhaps I should say my dirty accomplice phone sex partner. Because he pays me way better than I get paid for babysitting. The babysitting money is nothing compared to what this guy paid me to fuck a boy ass. I didn’t use to understand why a grown man would want to fuck a little boy. I guess in my mind I thought a little boy could not have a big enough cock to satisfy anyone. But then I realized it’s about that tight fucking hole. Nothing will feel tighter on a man’s dick than a little one’s tight ass.

As the Bad Babysitter, I Help You Fuck Little Butts and Cunts

And boys possess cute little bubble butts. I don’t wonder anymore. And I want to help men fuck a boy butt. So, I take the money and I deliver a boy butt to my client. And my client seemed happy with my choice. A cute little blonde waif with a tiny bubble butt. I put a tarp under the boy as he slept like a rock from my milk cocktail. This way you don’t leave evidence on the sheets. If I’m the accomplice, I think of everything.

My client asked me to film this young boy ass rape porn. It didn’t last long. In fact, I think he felt embarrassed that he only got a few thrusts in before he nutted in that boy’s ass. I went through a lot of work for only five minutes of action. A little disappointing. But I got paid, nonetheless. My price is not based on time but on risk. The riskier an assignment is the more I charge for it. And fucking a young boy in his race car bed seems like a high risk.

For five minutes of pleasure, I required several hours of cleanup. I needed to make it look like nobody came into the home and fucked their son‘s boy butt while he slept off a druggie stupor. But I don’t think the parents suspected a thing. They paid me $50 for the evening, which is a lot more than I made babysitting 20 years ago. However, it could not compare to the 10 grand my client paid me to fuck their son ‘s asshole. By the time he wakes up and starts complaining that it hurts to poop, I will be back to my real identity, and nobody will know who to look for.

Accomplice Phone Sex: The Best Fun at Abortion Clinic

Accomplice phone sex is a great time. After all, two’s better than one in destroying little fuck dolls. My Sadistic sex is dark and evil.
So, I stride into the abortion clinic with my pale skin glowing under harsh lights and my black hair cascading like a dark veil. Therefore, my accomplice follows closely. Essentially, our shared hunger pulses between us as we approach the procedure room.
Now, the cold steel of the clinic table bites into my bare thighs as I swing myself onto it. With my black lace dress pooling around my hips as my accomplices’ hands find my waist. Now he pulls me to the edge while his cock presses against my cunt. Obviously, I’m already slick with anticipation.
So, I arch my back, offering myself, and he sinks into me with a guttural groan that echoes off the sterile tiles. So, the little snuff sex doll lies limp on the adjacent table. With its vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Ultimately, waiting for its turn to be unmade.
So, I ride his thrusts, my fingers digging into the leather straps of the examination table. With each slam of his hips pound me harder. Moreover, the smell of antiseptic mixes with the musk of our bodies, indulgent. Truly, a perverse incense for our dark ritual.
Next, he pulls out, and I slide off the table. Then, I take his cock into my mouth, tasting myself on him. All while my tongue swirls around the shaft until he shudders and pulls away.

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So, he turns to the doll, lifting its legs and forcing himself inside its lifeless hole. Watching that dry, tight resistance sends a thrill through me.
So, I crawl over, my hand replacing his as I grip the dead doll’s ankle. Therefore, spreading its legs wide.
Finally, he fucks it roughly, the dead skin smacking against his pelvis. So,  I slip my fingers into its mouth, stretching the Snuff sex corpse’s lips.
Oh, this living dead girl makes no sound, but that’s the point—perfect silence for our destruction.
Oh, how he grunts, his pace quickening, and I feel the heat building in my own cunt. Essentially, I want to be filled again. In fact, I want to feel him inside me with the aborted sex toy’s juices all over his throbbing member.
Then, push him aside, straddling the dead girl’s face, and lower myself onto its mouth. Therefore, grinding my wetness over its nose and lips.
My accomplice takes my place behind me, slamming into my pussy from behind as I ride the bitches face.
This double pleasure drives me wild—his cock stretching me while the dead sluts cold facial features press against my clit.
Finally, I dig my nails into the dead whores chest, tearing through the dead skin, exposing its insides.
Then, he fucks me harder, his balls slapping against my ass.
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Strangulation Phone Sex is The Best Way to Fantasy Rape Me

Strangulation Phone Sex is only the appetizer. First, let me struggle for air as my ass gets spanked. Ultimately, squeezing, groping, exploring, and slapping my whore body into submission.
So, I’m alone in my dark bedroom, phone pressed to my ear, the stranger’s low voice wrapping around me like smoke.
His first command: “Breathe for me, Geneva.” So, my fingers tighten around my own throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse hammer.“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, already soaked. “Strangle me harder.”
Oh, his laugh is dark, hungry. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and push that ass up for me.”
So, I drop the phone on speaker and scramble onto all fours on the bed. Therefore, my back arched, and my knees spread wide.
Now, cool air kisses my dripping pussy and tight little hole as I reach back and spread my cheeks for him.
“Like this?” I whimper. “My ass is yours. Take it while you choke me.” Consequently, his voice drops an octave as he commands my next move: “Hands on your throat. Both of them. Squeeze.”
Thus, I obey instantly. So, my fingers dig into my neck, cutting off my air in a perfect ring.
Stars burst behind my eyelids. Furthermore, the room spins into deeper blackness. However, my hips keep rolling, offering my ass higher.
Ultimately, desperate for the feel of his thick cock slamming into me, I beg, “Harder,” voice cracking.
“Please… strangle me while you fuck my ass.”

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Now, I feel him there in my mind. Ultimately, his big hand clamped around my throat, the other gripping my hip, driving deep.
Every thrust forces a broken moan past my lips. Ultimately, my clit throbs untouched. Before long, I’m dripping down my thighs, ass clenching around nothing but aching for everything.
“More,” I beg, squeezing tighter. As the blackness edges in, sweet and terrifying.  Moreover, “Choke me out. Make me cum while I can’t breathe.”
Finally, my body shakes. Now, the pressure in my throat and the filthy fantasy push me right to the edge.
So, I rock my ass back harder, imagining him pounding me mercilessly while his grip turns iron.
“Cum for me, Geneva,” he commands. Ultimately, I shatter, as my orgasm rips through me in violent waves. At last, my pussy pulsing, ass twitching as I gasp and wheeze under my own strangling hands.
Essentially, the darkness swallows me whole for one perfect, terrifying second. Then, I collapse onto the sheets, gasping, smiling, already whispering into the phone for more.
“Again… please. Strangle me harder next time.”
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Snuff Phone Sex is Sweet Revenge Sometimes, And Survival Other Times

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex turns interesting turn sometimes. Years ago, I brought my master at the time this cute coed. She was a little older than his favorite age group. But he saw her at Starbucks and he wanted her. So, I facilitated their meeting. But I liked this girl. And I tried to warn her, but she wanted the money he offered for a night with him.

Honestly, I never saw her again. I felt too afraid to ask my former master what happened to her. Sort of one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the truth. But then I ran into her this week at a bar. I almost didn’t recognize her. Past few years have not been good to her.

However, she did not recognize me until I mentioned my name. I apologized profusely to her because I figured she looked like a wreck because of my former master. However, she got away from him after one night. She took the money and never saw him again. I felt so much relief because I worried over the years what became of her.

I don’t believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason. I’m much different than I was a few years ago. I’m leaning more into my switch side being an accomplice phone sex partner. She told me about her abusive boyfriend who she met during her wild night with my former master. And I didn’t think anybody could be more of an asshole than my former master. This guy she dated kept her prisoner in this basement until she escaped. And now she does not know where to live or what to do to avoid him.

Some Men Do Not Deserve to Live with Balls

So, I brought her home to my place and we plotted his murder. Maybe boyfriend is the wrong word. Captor seems more fitting. I didn’t even charge her because I owed her. Even though she only spent one night with my master and he paid her handsomely for the encounter, if I hadn’t made that introduction, she wouldn’t have met this guy. He is one of my former master’s minions. And I guess he learned a few things from him along the way like how to keep a woman prisoner and beat her into submission.

I remember this guy too. He always wanted to fuck me, but master never shared me.  So gussied myself up for him and laid a honey trap. If anybody deserved castration phone sex it was big Mike. A chance meeting, he thought. I took him back to my place where she laid in wait. But first, I drugged his drink so it would kick in by the time we got home.

And Some Men Don’t Deserve to Live at All

So, we castrated him together. I could tell it felt therapeutic to her. And it felt therapeutic to me because I pretended he was one of the many other men who also did not deserve their balls either. As much as I wanted him to live without balls as a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, I knew he would kill us if he lived.

So, we gutted him like a pig. Pulled out all his internal organs and drove his carcass out to the country. Fed his organs to the wilderness in my backyard. But disposed of his body in this marsh in the middle of nowhere. The fish and fungus living in that marsh will destroy his body before it could ever float to the surface. And we killed him in such a brutal manner to make it look like a rival gang took him out. Nobody will ever suspect two women did this to a 6’5 300 lb. man. But we did. Now she is safe.

Hunted down and snuffed out

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Some stupid, snotty bitch got me fired from my new job. She was just trying to get a discount but her complaints got me canned. Good thing I dropped that tracker tag into the lining of the fancy bag she bought.

I waited until late that night and tracked her right back to her house. It was in some fancy, gated community but I look innocent enough to get by unnoticed. My boyfriend helped me break into her house and creep into the master bedroom. Her husband was passed out next to her, snoring loud as fuck. We gagged him and quickly snatched him out of the bed to tie him up.

He laid on the floor in the corner with his wrists and ankles bound, watching in horror as we woke her up.

I slapped her across the face as hard as I could and said “Wake up bitch! Remember me?”. She opened her mouth to scream and I busted her in the teeth with a brass knuckle punch. Blood and shattered teeth shards poured from her mouth. I punched her over and over again until her face became all swollen and distorted. While I was beating the fuck out of her, my boyfriend ripped her clothes off and started force fucking her asshole. She screamed and cried and laughed in her face.

Her useless husband cried in the corner like a little bitch. He didn’t even try to wiggle free from those restraints.

My boyfriend stopped pounding the bitch’s asshole, looked at the husband and told him to clean his sluts’ mess up. He stuffed his bloody, shit covered dick down the husband’s throat. She cried, screamed and begged for her life like they all do but we didn’t stop.

I slit her throat and pulled her head back so that her blood would spray all over her husband. My boyfriend fucked his face and drained his balls in his mouth before letting me snuff him out next.

People should really be more careful who they’re rude to…

 

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Greatest Foreplay

Mutilation phone sex is my dark passion. I’m Morticia, a goddess born of shadow and flame. Therefore, a satanic witch whose hunger is fed only by the sight of flesh torn and blood flowing.
So, I stand in my obsidian chapel, the air thick with incense. Moreover, the chamber fills with the low chant of damned souls.
So, I summon my first victim—a strapping knight whose armor gleams like a lie. With a flick of my wrist, the sigils etched into the floor flare crimson, and his steel gauntlets melt away. Essentially, revealing raw skin that shivers under my gaze.
Next, I lift the jagged athame, its blade black as a void, and draw it across his throat. Most importantly, not to kill, but to carve a deep, smiling gulf that spurts hot blood onto the stone. Therefore the blood of Snuff sex fuels my darkness.
So,the knight gasps, eyes wide, and I laugh, a sound that rattles the rafters. Next, as I press my palm into the wound, I feel the warm pulse throb against my fingers.
Next, I turn to a trembling maiden whose hair flows like midnight silk. So, I bind her wrists with chains that hiss as they sear. Then I take a pair of rusted shears and snip the tendons of her ankles, one by one. Therefore, listening to the soft snap as each fiber gives way.

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Consequently, she collapses, a broken doll, and I straddle her chest. With nails sinking into her breasts, tearing away the soft tissue until the ivory ribs peek through. Now, slick with my own dark ichor.
Afterwards, I summon a circle of acolytes. Now, their robes are soaked in the sweat of fear. Therefore, I lay the knight and the maiden side by side.
Alas, I raise an obsidian chalice, fill it with the mingled blood of the two.  Accordingly, I drink, feeling the power of their suffering surge through my veins. This is how I love Sadistic Phone Sex so.
So, the chapel shudders, the walls bleed black. Ultimately, I, Morticia, revel in the symphony of screams. Essentially, the suffering, for each torn limb and shattered bone, is a hymn to my satanic glory.
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