Accomplice phone sex means no limits. We can let ourselves go to the darkest recesses of our minds. And those most vile and perverted thoughts get me the wettest. Hard to believe that when I started fighting for my freedom almost 5 years ago, I would be a willing accomplice now. My former master would have killed me if I had not made myself useful and bargained for my freedom.
Although, I know I have brought him countless girls who he has fucked to death, I used to feel badly about it. However, I am seasoned now. The world has plenty of young whores. And plenty of them come into this world every minute. So, they are replaceable. My former master hires me a couple times a month to bring him something new. For two years, I earned my freedom one cute young toy after another until I met my quota. Now, I bring him snuff porn stars for a hefty fee.
He knows I understand his type. And that I will not take his money and disappear. Any smart person would never do that. He will hunt them down and kill them too. I’ve worked hard to get in his good graces, so I will not fuck it up. I brought him a little red-headed whore this time. He likes his whores young, and tight. But he likes all races and hair colors. Just needs something tight on his cock to get off.
Having Me as Your Accomplice Partner Comes With Perks
He kills them or sells them when they lose their thrill. I knew I was well past my expiration date with him. So, I thought fast. Although I lack book smarts, I have street smarts in spades. My former master wanted me to watch him fuck this red-headed slut. That meant she was a one and done girl. And he needed me to dispose of her after he was done fucking her. Some girls he fucks once and others he keeps around longer.
Part of the benefit of me as your snuff sex partner is that I clean up your mess. He shredded this girl’s pussy. Once he was done both her ass and cunt looked like raw hamburger meat. He rag doll fucked her. And I finished her off and buried her in the boondocks. My trunk is full of the DNA of missing sluts. What’s one more, right?