Category: Accomplice phone sex

Accomplice phone sex with the maid makes a big mess

Accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex maid makes sure your mansion’s opulent hallways are soaked with blood, guilt-free. I am loyal to my dear master, that insatiable beast, and I have finally found the perfect plaything for his hard cock.

He’s been craving something to brutalize, to break and defile, and I’ve delivered her right to his awaiting cock.

With a wicked grin spreading across my face, I took that tender little cunt I picked for him and roughly shoved his massive cock inside her bald pussy.

The sound of her virginity being ripped asunder is music to our ears.

Fuck ya! The way she squealed and thrashed, her tiny body wracked with pain and our pleasure, was absolutely divine. I couldn’t help but squirt pussy juices on her stupid little face.

I loved how relentless his cock is, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her pathetically screaming for mercy. But there was no mercy to be had, not when you’re a slut for the likes of him.

The way her bald little cunt clenched around his shaft, and the way her whole body trembled with each brutal thrust, it was the most exquisite display of dominance and submission.

But he needed more. So I swung my blade across her neck, and the little Snuff sex slut convulsed on his cock! He finally spilled his seed deep inside her. I knew our work was beginning.

And the fun didn’t end after her last breath. We disposed of the broken little thing, and I cleaned up the rest of the mess. I couldn’t wait to get my hands dirty, to scrub away the evidence of our twisted games, to keep this den of sin spotless for my master’s next little slutty victim.

Snuff Sex is The Best Use for My Hot Ass, My Destiny

I am Geneva, and I live to be used in Snuff sex situations. Obviously, my hot ass is prime for brutal butt fucking. However, that’s only the appetizer.
So, the real darkness I crave runs much deeper.
Here, I lie on the cold vinyl bench, chest heaving, the bar digging into my lower back while I wait. Max’s heavy footsteps approach. He stops above me, massive and commanding.
“Ready for your workout, pet?” he growls.“Yes, Sir. I need to be worked.”
So, he tears my yoga pants off in one sharp pull. Therefore, cool air kisses my bare ass.
Then, he slaps both cheeks hard and spits directly on my hole. Next, he shoves three thick fingers inside my ass without warning. Of course, I cry out and push back, greedy for the burn. All as he twists and fucks them deep.
Finally, he yanks them free. Following that, the thick head of his cock presses against me. Ultimately slamming in with one brutal thrust.
Therefore, I scream as he starts pounding my ass hard and fast. With hips slapping against me.“Strangle me, Sir,” I beg, voice breaking.

Snuff Sex for Hot Ass and Strangulation

Then, “I want to feel you while I can’t breathe.” Next, his hand clamps around my throat.
So, he squeezes. Leaving my vision to tunnel while he rails my ass even harder. Just as the edges go black, he releases.
Quickly, air rushes back, and I cum violently.  Undeniably, my body shaking around his cock.
But, Max doesn’t stop. In fact, now he chokes me again, fucks me deeper, and growls that my tight hole belongs to him.
Therefore, so turned on, I reach down and rub my clit frantically. Now, the second orgasm crashes through me. Meanwhile, he buries himself to the hilt and floods my ass with hot cum.
When he finally pulls out, his load leaks down my thighs. But I stay bent over the bench, panting, already aching for more.
Snuff play and hardcore butt fucking are my true calling. Max gives me both without hesitation.
He knows exactly how far to take me and always brings me back. I clean up slowly, already counting the minutes until our next session.
Honestly, I live for that violent edge where I can barely breathe and still beg for more.
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Rena Loves Ass Rape Porn And Being Filled By an Ass

Ass Rape Porn is what it felt like we were doing the other night. You grabbed hold of firmly onto both cheeks and spread them wide open revealing the tight rosebud anus hidden within its depths offering itself up willingly for penetration. The scent of fresh blood mixed with fear emanating from beneath filled your nostrils causing your cock to ache.

Oh how it throbbed with anticipation as it slowly made its way towards that dark entrance. That starfish crinkled up like it’s an old granny’s lips talking to you saying “Do it! Fuck your a jiiiiiasThe head of Your cock pressed against those soft folds resisting slightly before slipping through effortlessly into my holy grail – her asshole.

ass rape porn A small gasp escaped from deep within her trapped mouth followed by muffled moans escaping past the gag ball filling it as You began thrusting towards heaven sending earth motion inside her asshole over and over again until she felt completely filled stretched of the monster cock buried deep inside her now-wet fuck hole satisfying every inch of desire within himself while she maintained a pathetic face through it all just to look pretty for him.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Calls are Rare But So Much Fun

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex calls seem rare. But I love them, nonetheless. I get a couple a week but being the accomplice comprises the bulk of my calls. And in a way medical fetish exploration seems like an accomplice job. I help you enjoy a massive orgasm. But I help you enjoy it with a little bit of pain.

And in the case of Stephen, a lot of pain. He told me he considers himself a pain slut. In the past, he hired dominatrixes to explore his submissive pain side. Not all men seem created equally. Some deserve to get all the pussy they want whenever they want. Other men seem to exist for cock and ball torture sex.

As Stephen aged, his dick started to work less. But that happens. Age is our worst enemy. Almost everything becomes more difficult as we age, including orgasms. Stephen wanted to play doctor with me. So, I got out a sounding device, dipped it in Ben Gay and rammed it down his pee hole as I used his balls for stress release. Although I could see tears in his eyes from the pain, he kept an erection. And that’s telling. It tells me a man enjoys the pain I’m inflicting on his junk.

Honestly, medical fetish scenarios turn me on. Mainly because I think about revenge on the men who abused me in my youth like my own father. Cock and ball torture seems like perfect revenge for sexual predators. And with the sounding device deep down in his pee hole, I kicked his balls repeatedly in my stiletto heels. The fucker started to piss all over the floor and showed no remorse or embarrassment for it either. So, I did something rather unexpected.

Medical Fetish Fantasies Often Involve Extreme Cock and Ball Torture

I keep a poker with the letter C on it. It looks like the sort of thing farmers use to brand their sheep and cattle. I use it to brand a man’s balls. Essentially castrating the man. Maybe not literally but figuratively. If it man wants to have sex with a woman, he’s got to explain why there is a C branded on his balls. I left that sounding device in his urethra while I branded his balls with my initial.

His cock stayed hard the entire time. Stephen did not lie to me when he told me he’s a pain slut. But I may have kicked it up a notch when I branded his balls. He should feel lucky I didn’t turn this CBT session into a snuff porn. But I was not mad at Stephen. He did nothing but beg for some cock and ball and medical torture. However, I started thinking about my past and branding all those men who abused me in my youth. I got so carried away that I almost castrated Stephen. You leave that poker on the flesh too long and you eat right through the skin.

He tipped me a large sum for leaving my initial on his balls. Essentially, I made him my slave for life. And ruined his chances of experiencing a normal orgasm or relationship ever again. I extract cum from your balls, one way or another.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.

Blasphemy phone sex with an evil slut

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Blasphemy phone sex is already hot as fuck. When you combine it with the torture and mutilation of innocent, little ones, it’s even better. Daddy Keith is a nasty mother fucker who loves to get just as evil as I do. I’m his slutty accomplice and together we abduct, torture and snuff as many little ones as we can get.

This morning he was craving some extra young and tight holes.

I went downtown and snatched up some of the little neglected brats running around the park unsupervised.  We needed a place to abuse them and luckily for us, there was a church nearby. Being a random week day, there was no one around so we broke in. We dragged those little brats to the nave and made them strip each other’s clothes off.

Daddy Keith told the little ones to get down on their knees like they were about to pray. The younger one opened her mouth to cry or something.  Daddy stuffed his dick in before she could say anything. While that little bitty bitch choked and gagged on his big dick, I started abusing the other one.

I took the crown of thorns off of the crucified saviour hanging on the wall. I slammed it down into her skull. The thorns pierced into her and blood poured down her face.

She cried out for her Mommy but I laughed in her face and told her that no one was coming to save her.  As I continued beating and torturing her, I kept laughing at her and her sister’s pathetic screams. Daddy Keith had already fucked the other little one limp so I let him wash his dick in this one’s mouth while I fist fucked her tiny asshole.

 I’m still soaking my panties thinking about those tiny cries for help and their pleas for their God to come and save them. As always, call me for the hot details!

 

 

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistibly The Best Pleasures

Strangulation Phone Sex is exciting for the giver… as well as the receiver. In fact, a little Erotic Asphyxiation is a great pleasure for me.
I’m Geneva, and I am a bit of a pain slut. In fact, the biggest turn on is being fucked and strangled. So coming across a wanted ad for a star who loves it rough caught my attention. Surely the ad mentioned this was a special kind of film called snuff, and starring slut is truly getting all of the attention. I couldn’t help but imagine how intense that could be. Oh, but did I ever find out!
So there I was, stumbling into the dark entrance of an old Theatre. Then, as soon as I stepped through the velvet curtains, the light was strong and glaring.
The glare hits me like a physical force, making me squint and raise a hand to shield my eyes. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the dim, dusty corridor I’d just left . Then this blinding spotlight that seems to bore right through me.
But I don’t step back. That’s not why I’m here.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistible

As my eyes adjust, I make out shapes in the darkness beyond the light. Seats. Rows and rows of empty velvet seats, leading up to a stage where I’m standing. And somewhere in that darkness, watching me, is the person who placed that ad.
“I saw your posting,” I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. My heart is hammering, but not from fear. From anticipation. “Said you were looking for a star who could handle… intense material. Someone who wasn’t afraid of the edge.”
So, I let my coat slip from my shoulders, letting it fall to the dusty stage floor. Underneath, I’m wearing a simple black dress that hugs my curves, cut low enough to show the swell of my tits. No bra. I wanted to make a good impression.
“I’ve done a lot of things on camera,” I continue, stepping closer to the edge of the stage, peering into the darkness. “Bondage. Impact play. Breath play, even. But your ad mentioned something… more. Something permanent.”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I reach up and undo the top two buttons of my dress, letting it gape open.
“I want to know what that feels like. To be so completely at someone’s mercy that there’s no coming back from it. To give everything I have to the camera, to the audience… to you.”
I tilt my head, letting the spotlight catch my throat, baring it to whoever’s watching.
“So why don’t you come out of the shadows? Let’s talk about what you have in mind. I promise you… I can take it.”
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Castration Phone Sex : The Lust of the Greatest Evil

The operating theater gleams under surgical lights; the castration phone sex procedure is about to begin. So, I’ve dimmed them to an amber glow. After all, it’s more intimate this way.
So, my victim strains against the leather straps, chest heaving, eyes wide above the gag. Nonetheless, he’s been begging for hours. In fact, I prefer them conscious.
So, I pull on my long black surgical gloves—the latex snaps against my wrists satisfyingly. And my surgical gown flows around me like a shadow. The mask and goggles go on last. Safety first, darlings.
“Let’s begin.”
So, I trace his cock with a scalpel, feather-light. Of course, he whimpers pathetically. Such a pretty sound. So, I make the first incision at the base, cutting through skin and fascia in one smooth stroke.
Slowly, at first, blood wells up, dark and thick. Next, I part the tissue with forceps, revealing the structures beneath.
Now, his screaming intensifies as I expose the corpus cavernosum. Therefore, I work methodically, clamping and cutting the dorsal arteries.
Moreover, the cock loosens from its attachments. So, I sever the urethra with a wet snip.
He bucks against the table, tears streaming. Now, I hold his severed member up for him to see.
“Look at what you’ve lost.”

My Castration Phone Sex is Brutal

Now for the prostate. First, I make a perineal incision, digging deeper through muscle layers. So, his pelvis jerks with each cut. Next, I find the gland—walnut-sized, firm—and dissect it free from the bladder neck and urethral stump.
Therefore, more clamping. More cutting. Until the gland comes away in my forceps, dripping.
He’s gone quiet now. Essentially, shock is settling in. And, blood pools beneath him, dripping off the table edges.
Finally, I arrange his cock and prostate in a specimen jar, preserving them in formaldehyde. Simply, a keepsake for my collection. Now, his breathing grows shallow, irregular. The blood loss will claim him soon.
In the end, I strip off my gloves and photograph my work—
Exhibit ※1: the empty wound, ※2: the jar that houses the keepsake, ※3. The ashen face of my victim…
Until next time, my darlings.
⁓♥♡ Morticia ♡♥～
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Sometimes, Accomplice Phone Sex Means I Can Exact Revenge for a Girl

Accomplice phone sexMost of the time, men hire me for accomplice phone sex. But I’ve been known to help a few women with boyfriend problems. However, this week, I enjoyed the pleasure of helping a teen girl. A girl in a bad situation much like I was many years ago with my own father. A few months ago, I met this young teen girl hooking on the streets. I was looking for a young teen prostitute for a client of mine and I found her.

This client would treat her well, so I didn’t feel guilty about procuring her services. But I will admit I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her either. I could already tell in her eyes she’s experienced more trauma than most people do in their lifetime. My client took very good care of her. And gave her enough money so that she could stay in a hotel for a month.

I stopped by her hotel last week with some food and cash to extend her stay. And we talked. She left an abusive dad just like I did. But unlike me, she has somebody in her corner. She has me. And her dad deserved castration phone sex more than any man.

So, I got enough details from her so that I could find her father on my own. Although from the way she described him, I knew I was way too old for him. So, I catfished him. He thought a young teen girl wanted to fuck him. Fat greasy fuck. I can’t imagine any woman wanting to fuck him. But I pushed my way into his house and drugged him.

Helping Young Girls with Daddy Problems Feels Cathartic to Me

He woke up, tied to his kitchen table, naked. And he saw me holding a butcher knife when he woke up. I told him I met his daughter recently and she told me all the nasty fucked up things he did to her. Then I told him I wanted to settle an old score. Men like my father and her father don’t change because their daughters grow up or run away. They just find more girls to prey on, unless you neuter them.

And since I’ve long harbored fantasies about castrating my father, the least I could do was castrate her father. She can take solace in the fact that he won’t prey on any more young women again. Hell, this bastard will never fuck again. And he’ll never even wake up with a pee hard on. I took his balls. And cock and ball torture sex never felt more cathartic. Of course, I imagined I was castrating my own father. This fucking slime bag predator should feel lucky I didn’t slit his throat because he did not deserve to live.

I left him tied up on his table bleeding. He’ll be able to get out of the ties eventually. But not quickly enough to find me. And I doubt he’ll go to the police. Because if he does, his daughter will tell the police everything he did to her. Sometimes castration seems like a fitting punishment for a sexual predator. It felt good to be on the right side of the accomplice spectrum this time. But I’ll still help men fuck young girls. However, if any young girl comes to me with a man problem, I will help her for free. Money is not everything.

Stephanie the evil phone sex accomplice slut

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That last evil phone sex daddy knew how to get me soaking wet. He went straight into the details without sugarcoating shit like some guys try to do.

 I love it when an evil Daddy knows exactly what he wants.

The first thing he told me was that he loved making little girls cry and scream. His sister was always a bitch to him so he had his sights set on her little daughter. She’s not even old enough to write her name yet. That’s not keeping him from craving her little fuck holes.

He was already pounding his dick and talking about how badly he wanted to force his way into her ass when he called me. She sounded so tiny and yummy.  All he could think about was fucking her to death and then stroking his dick with her tiny, limp body.

I helped him plan out every detail of the ultimate abduction, torture and snuff scene with her as the main star. We planned out how he would kick the door in, snuff out the babysitter and then snatch the brat. His sister would come home to a blood bath and a missing little one, not knowing who to even suspect. His dick was throbbing even harder and our plan turned into a really hot roleplay.

 He was so horny for that tiny, bald pussy and ass!

I fingered my sloppy cunt and talked about licking her sweet, baby asshole, getting her all wet for his big dick. While he was force fucking her ass, I was cranking her panties tighter and tighter around her throat. The way she clawed at her face while I was strangling her made me giggle. Her little eyes bulged out and her face turned blue but he kept fucking her as hard as he could.

Watching her pussy and asshole get ripped open by his huge dick wasn’t even the best part. The best part was licking her cunt juice, blood and shit from his cock after he fucked her limp and cold.  As usual, call me for more hot details!