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Ass rape porn with a goth teen

Ass rape porn with a goth teen. I really couldn’t stand this one bitch that I went to school with. The cute little cheerleader type. I remember how badly I wanted to choke that bitch out. It was the perfect opportunity when my boyfriend and I ran across her at the store. She acted all nicey nice like she was my best friend back in school. That was my perfect opportunity, and I played into the whole act and invited her back to our place and the stupid bitch fell for it. We had a drink and of course I spiked that cunts drink but only enough to keep her from putting up a huge fight. She struggled a little which was perfect because that’s what makes my boyfriends cock hard and my pussy drip. I came up behind her and grabbed her by the head of the hair and threw her dumb little body to the ground. I quickly reminded her of school as I ripped her clothes off her. My boyfriend’s cock was raging for her asshole and I was going to give it to me. She tried flopping around, so I sat on top of that stupid little bitch, flipped on her stomach I grab her ass cheeks and tell my boyfriend to go deep in this cunts shit box. She screamed out so loud when he drove his cock into her asshole. Hearing her scream and cry in pain made my pussy so fucking wet. I could see her asshole was choking his dick and he came so hard in her tight little ass filling her up. We fucked most of the night after that while we made her watch tied up. After we were done, I doped her up a little more and we threw her in the car and ditched the whore in an alley.ass rape porn

Accomplice Phone Sex is My Latest Hustle

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex keeps me living in a nice home. I live beyond the means for a girl like me. And by that, I mean a girl without a traditional high school education and no college. A girl who’s hustled all her life to survive. Being the accomplice is just a new side hustle. But a profitable one.

Jeremy needed me for a special covert mission. And he worked out all the details in his head. However, he just needed an accomplice to assist him in his endeavor. My former master referred him to me. So, I knew I had to take him on as a client. I may have bought my freedom from my former master, but he still scares the shit out of me. And I’m only still breathing because I found a way to become useful to him once I aged out.

Although I did buy my freedom one little pussy at a time, he granted me my freedom with the condition that I would help him or his friends when asked. So, I helped Jeremy. The first thing I needed to accomplish involved finding an in with his ex-wife, the mother of their daughter.

The courts granted her full custody of their daughter because daddy got caught diddling the neighbor girl. And that led to a short jail stent and a lifetime on the brat offender list. His wife used that to get full custody of their daughter with no visitation rights for daddy the pervert.

Being a Bad Babysitter Seems to Be a Great Cover to Give You Access to Young Holes

So, I used one of my phony babysitter phone sex profiles and managed to get a gig watching his brat while his ex-wife went out with some other guy. It took three weeks to get the gig for my client. However, he seemed patient. I told him I needed to drug his baby girl though. Because she could not recognize him or he would end up in prison for decades. He utilized my knowledge. And I did what I always do for men who want to fuck little boys or girls that I babysit.

I drugged the brat, put a plastic tarp underneath her and texted him when he could come fuck his baby girl. At first, I thought he might go gentle on her because they share blood. But he fucked her like a man out for revenge. He took out his frustrations with his ex on her baby girl pussy. He destroyed that little pussy. But thankfully she slept right through it. She looked like a limp little ragdoll on his cock. She just laid there on her princess bed while daddy pumped her full of cum.

As Your Accomplice, I Take Care of The Clean Up

She looked like a teen rape porn star in the aftermath. I cleaned off his dick with my mouth and then I sucked his cum out of her swollen little pussy. I used an ice pack to get the swelling down and I douched her little cunnie to wash away daddy‘s DNA. She never woke up. I don’t mean I killed her. I just mean she didn’t wake up while daddy force fucked her little hole.

Mommy decided to spend the night with her date and extended my stay. Perfect for me. I showered the little girl in the morning to get her ready for school. Gave her some cranberry juice because she complained that it burned when she peed. I know exactly why that little pussy hurt. But she had no memory of the evening.

I dropped her off at school and I went home. And I know if mommy takes her to the doctor for her little sore cunt, she’ll never be able to find me. I made great money. And I satisfied my former master. So, I live another day to be somebody else’s accomplice too.

Gangbang Rape Porn It’s Perfect to Destroy My Holes Good

Gangbang rape porn is one of the main ways these tight holes of mine get utterly destroyed. No doubt, I beg for every brutal second of it.
First of all, I strut in looking like the ultimate fuckdoll—platinum blonde hair cascading down my back, massive fake tits spilling out, tiny cinched waist, and long toned legs.
Just knowing a pack of savage bulls is waiting to break me, I wear very little. Next thing I know, these men grab my Barbie-perfect body. With brute force they pin me down. Proceeding to manhandle me, they rip off my skimpy clothes.
Then they force their massive cocks down my throat. But they don’t stop there. They pound into my dripping cunt, and deep up my ass all at once.
Moreover, the harder and meaner they fuck me, the wetter and more desperate I become. They pound me like a worthless rape fantasy toy, stretching and wrecking every hole. All while I scream and choke like the pain-addicted whore I am.

Gangbang Rape Porn Fuels My Strangulation Kink

After that, we crank the darkness higher by mixing in real snuff sex. All to feed my intense strangulation kink.
Consequently, their strong hands lock around my slender neck. Each one is squeezing tighter and tighter while they continue to destroy my holes.
Next, my vision fades to black, my lungs burn, and my pussy spasms violently. Ultimately, the reaction from the terrifying edge of blackout. Therefore, the mix of panic and pleasure crashes through me until I’m squirting everywhere. Subsequently, shaking uncontrollably.
So yeah, I’m a true consenting pain slutfuck doll deep to the bone. These extreme gangbang rape porn sessions leave my perfect body bruised, gaping, leaking cum for days, yet I still crawl back begging to be strangled and used until I almost don’t wake up. Because nothing satisfies this doll like being broken right at the brink. If you’re cruel enough to take me there… come and wreck this pain slut. I’m already dripping just thinking about it.
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Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Accomplice Phone Sex is Better For Pleasure and Ruining

Sadistic Morticia, your Accomplice Phone Sex  huntress. Tonight, we are on the hunt to decapitate a bitch with my partner. The two of us chose to drive to Washington State.
Lured her into the woods. The rest is history.
First, I grip the knife tighter while my lover’s eyes burn with rage.
Then I whisper, “She’s yours tonight, baby. Let’s make her scream for Satan.” Moreover, I love being the one who drives her into the trap.
Consequently, when she trips and falls, I pounce and pin her down so he can tape her mouth shut. Soon, we drag the struggling bitch to the clearing where the black altar waits.
Furthermore, I strip her naked while he chants low and dark. Next, I hold her head back by the hair so he can carve the pentagram across her tits.

Accomplice Phone Sex and The Pleasure of The Hunt

As a result, her muffled screams only make my pussy wetter. In fact, I laugh when he finally saws through her neck with the ritual blade. Her head comes off with a wet pop, blood spraying hot across my thighs.
Immediately, he lifts the dripping skull and forces his throbbing cock straight into the severed throat. I watch him skull-fuck the dead bitch while I finger myself furiously.
“Harder,” I hiss, “fuck her dead face for Satan.” He pounds deeper, groaning as warm blood and brains coat his shaft.
Meanwhile, I kneel and lick the cum and gore dripping from her lips. In the end, we leave her headless body spread on the altar, cum leaking from the ragged neck stump.
Finally, I kiss my lover with blood still on my tongue and whisper, “Next one’s mine to hunt.”
I am Morticia, the sadistic accomplice who lives for the hunt, the decapitation, and the filthy skull-fucking that honors our Dark Lord.
Nothing gets me hotter than helping him destroy what he once loved… and turning it into pure Satanic worship. Hail Satan
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Torture phone sex loving slut Stephanie wants to play!

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Master called me to invite me over for some naughty playtime with his newest toy.

This one was a young school girl that he snatched up while she was walking home one day.

After days of him using her as his torture doll, fuck toy slave he was finally finished with her.

I showed up to help him snuff her out and clean up the bloody, gory mess that he made of her.

Before we took care of business, he let me have my fun torturing her.

Her pussy and ass were already ripped and shredded into one big hole.

Master had ripped almost all of her hair out and beaten her so badly that she could barely move.

That didn’t bother me at all.

In fact, her attempts at screaming only made my pussy more wet!

I snipped off her fingers with garden shears and stuffed them into her mouth.

Forcing them down her throat, I made her swallow every one of them whole.

Then, I clipped her toes off and stuffed those down her throat too.

Master had already torn her lips off, cut out her tongue and busted out her teeth so she couldn’t chew them.

After cutting and slicing whatever I can from her mutilated body, I turn my attention to the branding irons Master has sitting in the fire.

I grabbed one of those red hot irons from the fire and pressed it into her nipple.

Her skin sizzled and bubbled as the iron melted into her titty.

She kept passing out from the pain and I kept kicking her to wake her back up again.

As she lie there floating in and out of consciousness, Master grabbed me from behind.

His hard dick pressed into my soaked slit and sunk right into my drenched fuck hole.

While I kept burning, kicking and torturing his little victim bitch, he was drilling my pussy.

After he filled me with nut, I squatted over that stupid bitch and pushed it all out onto her face.

Then I doused her in gas, struck a match and let her burn to a crisp.

She’s not the first and she won’t be the last.

Got a victim you need help with too?

 

Knife Play Phone Sex Who Isn’t Afraid to Put my Life on the Line!

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I love Knife Play Phone Sex with a man who isn’t afraid to put my life on the line.

A man who will hold a knife to my throat while he force fucks me, shoving that cock so far inside me.

Face fuck me until I’m choking and gagging on your fat hog!

Threat to slice my neck and fuck the wound hole.

My life is in your hands, Master.

I will suck your cock and a sharp night to your balls.

Threatening to shop your ball sack off while I drain you of all your jizz.

If you don’t cum, every drop, down my throat, you can kiss your beautiful heavy balls goodbye.

Two can play this game, Daddy! 

 

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

I’m an Official Member of the Bad Babysitter Phone Sex Club

babysitter phone sexBeing part of the bad babysitter phone sex club, I find enjoyable. Honestly, desperate couples hire anybody. I have several different profiles on babysitting sites and I list myself as more of a last-minute babysitter. You know when plans fall through with the regular sitter, I can be the fill in. My profile comes with excellent fake references that can be verified. And pictures of me looking drastically different from my normal platinum blonde big titted looks.

When Oliver called me, he told me he wanted a boy butt this time. Last time he hired me, we took a little girl cherry. He loved it so much. But now he wants to try a young boy ass. I don’t judge. All I do is take their money and find them the little victims of their choice.

And I searched for a few days, then saw an ad to watch a young boy that fit my client’s wants. Now I don’t book every job I apply for, but I book most of them. And after a lengthy vetting process, this couple hired me to be their relief babysitter.

This Sexy Babe Enjoys Being a Naughty Babysitter

And last night, my client used a young boy as his private ass rape porn star. Like always, I drugged the boy’s warm milk that he drinks before bedtime. That would ensure he would sleep through the action. And with boys it seems much easier to hide evidence of an assault. If I’m your accomplice, I will take care of all the cleanup. Once the boy appeared knocked out cold, I put a tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Never need to worry about cum stains on the sheets or their mattress.

And after he fucked that little boy ‘s ass, I gave the boy a douche to flush out the DNA. Now his butt did look battered. That happens when a grown man fucks a young boy’s butt. Or a young girl’s butt. But I have explanations for everything. The boy woke up constipated, and he struggled to poop. But he finally did, and that will explain his sore butthole when he wakes up.

Some Men Prefer a Tight Butthole and I Never Judge

A boy that age can’t articulate to his parents that he’s constipated. Plus, a young boy gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and rarely remembers it. Besides, if anybody gets suspicious, they’ll be looking for a babysitter who’s a ghost. She does not exist. I know people. Traveling in the snuff world that I do, I’ve made many contacts including ones who know how to erase my online presence and supply me with enough fake IDs to take care of all the men who want to fuck some young little girl or a boy.

I’m the perfect accomplice phone sex partner. Truly I am. My client enjoyed fucking that boy ass for a solid hour. Then he left and I cleaned up the mess. Parents came home and found their little angel still sleeping soundly. They paid me and I left. I don’t babysit for the money that the parents paid me. However, I do babysit for the money, the clients who want to fuck a young girl or boy pay me. None of these brats will ever remember what happened to them. And the parents, if they even get suspicious that something nefarious happened on my watch, can never find me.