Accomplice phone sex calls make this gal horny. For most men, I know their dark fantasies about pretty little girls are just that. Fantasies. But I do talk to a few guys who I honestly believe have real experiences. And recently, I started dating a dirty daddy. Although he has not acted on his extreme fantasies with his own daughter, he has fucked all three of her tight holes. When he told me that, my pussy soaked my panties.
When I told him about my father and his friends, some of my calls and what my former master did to little sluts just like his baby girl, he wanted to know more. And he wanted to act on his urges for more violent fucking. He wanted to go down the rabbit hole. So, I suggested we find a young girl who resembled his daughter for those more perverse ideas. And he agreed. I could see he felt ready to take the leap from fantasy to reality.
We drove around for a couple of days looking for the perfect one. And finally, he found a little ginger girl with a cute bubble butt for his violent rape phone sex fantasies. He goes gentle and loving with his daughter for fear his wife will find out or the daughter will tell someone. But with a surrogate little girl, the risk seems lower. So, I lured that little girl away with the help me find my puppy line that predators use all the time. My lover chloroformed her once I got her in the woods.
I took him to this flop house I know about. It’s an abandoned warehouse. Some of the areas have mattresses down. Dirty ones of course, but when you are just using a whore who may or may not live none of that matters. And we lucked out. We saw no one else there. But even if some druggy was shooting up, they would be too fucked up to remember us anyway.
Like a good accomplice, I told him to fuck her little cunt and turn her into an ass rape porn star too. And he did. Tore a hole in her cunt that went all the way to her butthole. She could have birthed a bowling ball with the hole he tore in her. She passed out from the pain and blood loss. Since the location of the warehouse was near the river, I suggested we just dump her body in there. Sure, her body would be found eventually, but all the DNA would be washed away by then.
As a former gangbang rape porn star, I have an eye for talent. I know plenty of men who pay great money just to use some young whore. So, if I see a young girl who I think would make a natural gang bang whore, I lure her away with some bull shit line about being a model scout. Then I drug her and sell her to the highest bidder. Young flesh brings in the big bucks.
My former master made the mistake of underestimating me. But his mistake proved to be his gain. Instead of killing me when I aged out for him, we struck a deal. I brought him one little whore after another until I bought my freedom. Now, I freelance for him, and other men like him. So many men love to make and watch teen rape porn. But they struggle to find the star to make their dark dreams come true.
After I lured Tessa away from the mall, I put her up on the auction block. Normally, a man hires me to find him the teen of his wet dreams. However, I saw Tessa at the mall and knew I could profit off her. Her blonde locks, peaches and cream complexion, tight and lean body and her innocence would start a bidding war online. Because of my violent upbringing and all the seedy men who I’ve encountered, I have absorbed a lot of knowledge. Knowledge that allows me to navigate the dark net and sell young girls.
So, I guess now I am a sex trafficker. And I was right about the bidding war with this little slut. Plenty of men wanted this young innocent girl to corrupt and destroy. I used to care about other young girls. But now I know only the strong survive. If some dumb cunt believes I am a talent scout, she deserves what ever you want to do to her, even if you turn her into a snuff porn star.
I sold Tessa for the largest amount ever. Told you I had an eye for talent. And a gift for luring girls away. The high bidder picked up his auction win this morning. And my guess, he will fuck her until she no longer serves her purpose. Now, I am searching for another young girl to sell.
Men contact me for teen rape porn often. I garnered quite a reputation thanks to my former master. He recommends me to his like-minded sadist friends all the time. And since they pay for my assistance, I help every time. Hard to believe that I survived my former master. Girls disappear under his watch all the time. When a girl loses her appeal or no longer feels tight enough to make him cum, they just vanish.
Although I know he sells some used up Lolitas to sex traffickers, he kills quite a few too. Even though I had the privilege to buy my freedom from him, most girls do not get that lucky. Only the strong survive in a snuff porn world. When my former master refers clients to me, I feel compelled to excel. But I do that out of fear.
No one should fuck up under his watch because he disposes of all who do. And I know where some of the bodies are buried. My goal in life is not to join those bodies. So, over the weekend I helped one of his associates with a brat problem. This guy fucked some Lolita slut he picked up at bar. He never carded her because he assumed the bar staff did. Turns out she used her sister’s ID to get into the bar. And their one-time fuck left her pregnant. Or at least that’s what she said when she blackmailed him.
Pregnant or not, the bitch had to go. So, I lured her to a downtown abandoned warehouse where my former master and his pal snuffed her out. But not before they fucked her blind. And I filmed it all for their spank bank. I never ask to see my former master’s gangbang rape porn collection, because I know I will know some faces.
This girl took a bit to die. They choked, suffocated and beat the pregnant teen slut to death. And I did not get queasy or scared. Blackmailing little dick tease got what she deserved.
Have you ever had snuff sex? I will be honest. For many years, I played the victim in snuff flicks. Obviously, simulated as I am still alive. But I know there are many real snuff films out there. Shot on 8mm film so not traceable and not uploaded to the cloud. Sometimes, men hire me or my former master for help with a personal snuff movie. And the stars of those sorts of movies you never hear from again.
For years I lived in fear that I might really die at the hands of some of these snuff directors. It is a real possibility. And a risk you take if you want to make money in snuff movies. Recently, a woman approached me. And she wanted my help with a revenge porn. But her ex would die in the film. And she could watch it and masturbate whenever she wanted. Usually, I am an accomplice to men not women. But a woman’s money spends just the same.
She gave me some back story on the target. And that info included where I could find him. She thought I was just his type. Blonde and buxom. I found him and brought him back to my place. Fucked and snuffed him on my bed. He never saw it coming. And he never knew his ex was in the closet watching and filming us.
I bounced on his cock reverse cowgirl so she could see me. Have you ever seen Basic Instinct? I pulled a Sharon Stone move and grabbed an ice pick from under the mattress. First thing I did was stab his ass hole with the ice pick. My client wanted him to suffer. And he did. I chopped his cock off next. And that’s when she came out of my closet with the camera to get a close up of his face as he realized I severed his cock.
Sure, I made a bloody mess of my bed. But with the money she paid me to make this revenge snuff porn, I can buy a new bed. She helped me dispose of his body and clean up. And then we fucked in the spot where I killed her cheating, abusive ex. She ate my cunt so good I almost gave her back her money.
It takes a gangbang rape porn star to spot the potential in another one. My former master hired me to find him a new starlet over the weekend. And I did just that too. My eye for talent might be one of the best. Takes one to know one. I know what it takes to be able to handle all those cocks at once. Plus, I know how to help you break a bitch. When I started to earn my freedom from my master, I helped him break in each one I brought him.
When I met him, my father had broken me in years before. Back then I was only submissive. If you told me that one day, I would be scouting talent for perverts like my ex-master, I would have told you that you were crazy. A submissive whore cannot pick out her replacement or help you break her replacement in. Now, I not only earned my freedom, but I created a great criminal enterprise that helps men like you find young talent to destroy.
Finding the brat for my former master’s next teen rape porn might have been the easiest part. I picked a feisty one. She did not break easily. Even when I told her that her new owner kills bitches who say no or fight him. I learned to keep my head low with him. And I always did what he told me. I thought this little teen slut might break immediately. She seemed so scared at first. But then she turned into a mouthy demon seed. If she would not comply, I might die with her.
So, I broke her psychologically. It did take some creativity on my part, but eventually I made her see that I was a victim too. And that I had firsthand knowledge of his cruelty and depravity. When my client wanted to take her tight fuck holes for a spin, I almost had a panic attack. I did not feel confident she would heed my warnings. But she did. No sass or disobedience to my former master. Thank goodness too. It is dangerous business to work with men like him. One wrong move or mishap, and I would have been a snuff porn star with that teen whore.
Snuff sex is the best sex. The idea that I can kill a man as I ride his cock turns me on. But I bet the same is true for you. You can envision yourself pounding some young pussy while snuffing her out at the same time, right? Then maybe we could snuff out two together. What do you think? A girl for you and a man for me.
That was what I proposed to Eddie. He’s this new guy I hang with sometimes. We met on the dark web in a chat room for depraved people. He admitted to me he always wanted to strangle a young girl then fuck her corpse. I do not get many necrophilia phone sex calls, but I will admit I find them hot. I read somewhere that a male cock can stay hard for over an hour after death. Rigamortis of the cock, I believe would be a wonderful thing.
So, Eddie and I plotted to pick up people separately, and bring them back to his place. I found a younger man who I thought would have a nice cock to play with when I killed him. Eddie picked up a Lolita hooker from downtown. A jailbait street walker no one would miss. When my date and I arrived, Eddie and his young meat were already getting down. I told my soon to be victim that Eddie and I are married, and we like kinky sex. If he could fuck a busty hot blonde, he did not care about him.
Eddie and I planned it perfectly. He fucked Lolita on the bed next to me as I rode my date’s cock. And it was big too. I reached for a knife under my pillow as Eddie put his hands around his Lolita hooker. As he choked out his girl, I slit the throat of my victim. But I kept riding his dick as his blood sprayed me and drenched the bed.
And his cock did indeed stay hard in the afterlife. When that hooker took her last breath, Eddie shoved his cock in her ass. He told me her ass felt super tight on his cock. Neither of us had ever experienced sex with dead bodies before. So, now we know how hot it is.
He asked me if I could help him find some teen rape porn. And I told him I could give him something better. I could help him make one. You should have seen how his eyes light up. Once I told him that he wanted to star in one versus just watching one. I can make that happen for men. And I am glad I can too. The world has become overpopulated with mean teen girls. So, getting rid of one feels like I am giving back to my community.
We went driving around town looking for a cute teen slut for him to force fuck. He needed me as his accomplice. Teen girls never fear a woman. But a man on the other hand. Well, that’s a different story. We spotted a girl who got his dick hard. Cute blonde. Perhaps a younger version of me before the boob job, LOL.
She appeared old enough to drive, but perhaps not old enough to vote. And that seemed like what he wanted. The accomplice phone sex partner finds the talent for your fantasy videos. This golden-haired teen seemed easy to lure away. I played to her insecurities. Concocted a story about being a model scout. And she got into the car with me. I introduced my accomplice as the photographer. Pleasant girl. Friendly. Had no clue what we had in store for her. I was never that naïve, so I knew she never had anything bad happen to her. Not till now.
My accomplice loved her. And I could see the boner in his jeans as we drove to his cabin. He has a love nest his wife knows nothing about. I don’t think anyone knows about it. When we got into the place, I made her a lemonade with a special elixir to relax her and fog her memory. My friend just wanted to explore his rape phone sex fantasies.
However, he did not want to snuff her out. And I am no killer either unless forced too. But drugs work great. I took off her clothes and kissed her. This drugged teen slut kissed me back and started fingering my pussy. Maybe we did not have to drug her, LOL. Once my partner in crime appeared erect, I spread her legs and let him fuck her. And while he did, I filmed it all. I caught the ripping of her hymen on tape. And her little whimpers. No doubt it hurt. But it did not hurt as much as having her virgin ass fucked.
Maybe the girl, if she remembers anything, will never take rides from strangers again.
Sometimes, I love to engage in some suffocation phone sex. But I do not want you to suffocate me. I want to suffocate you with some face sitting. Over the weekend, I hooked up with a guy I met on Fet Life. He had a death wish. Well, he did not want to die, but he wanted to come close. Breath play arouses a lot of folks. And nothing wrong with that.
I enjoy erotic asphyxiation too. As a switch, I have been on both sides of breath play. But Saturday night, I had a face sitting victim. He begged me to smother him with my tits, ass and pussy. I know CPR if something goes awry. And it is a dangerous game. The first time, I took a pair of pantyhose, tied it around Peter’s neck and shoved my boobs in his face restricting his ability to breathe out his nose.
I did not want snuff sex. He did not either. However, he did want to get dangerously close to dying. And he did. Not once, but three times. When he passed out from the combination of my pantyhose and big boobs, I revived him with a smack on the face. But subsequent times became more challenging.
The second time he passed out, I laid my pussy on his face, while my body laid on the floor above his head. Then I squeezed my thighs together and smothered him until he passed out. I could feel him struggling for air, but I maintained my grip on his head. My pussy almost came spontaneously feeling him thrash about underneath me. That time, I did have to breathe into his mouth and use smelling salt to bring him back.
And I thought that might be the last time for the night. However, he wanted my ass to smother him too. So, I sat reserve cowgirl on his face with my knees on the floor on both sides of his head. Slowly, I squeezed with my strong thighs until his body went limp. This felt like some Flatliners kind of shit. My ass suffocated him so well he needed full CPR to bring him back. Peter did indeed have a death wish. But, if a man has a killer phone sex fantasy, why should I deny him?
Accomplice phone sex has not always been my forte. Once upon a time, I starred in snuff films and had an owner. A few owners. But if the seedy world of snuff and extreme BDSM taught me anything it was how to survive. Survived my father’s abuse. Survived one abusive man after another. I survived underground snuff flicks. And I survived my last master, who killed all his former slaves. You learn to be scrappy in this seedy world.
And now, I serve as an accomplice for perverted men like you. However, sometimes, I get to give back some of the torture and pain men inflicted on me. Perhaps not to the man who deserve it, but to some loser. When I met Edward, I thought it was a chance meeting. But he planned it. Saw me weeks ago at this local coffee house I walk to every morning, and he recognized me from my snuff porn days. A fanboy of sorts.
When he asked me out, I did not yet realize he was a fanboy. At dinner he told me. And he told me he long fantasized about cock and ball torture from a blonde goddess. At first, I felt disappointed. Handsome man. Appeared educated and sophisticated too. Great job. Awesome car. Potential boyfriend material. However, he seemed only interested in what I could do to his cock. Not for his cock. To his cock.
When he told me he would pay anything if I would trample and mutilate his cock, he piqued my curiosity. How could I say no. I tossed out a number, thinking we would negotiate down. But he said no problem. No haggling occurred. Hey, if a man wants to pay me for cock and ball torture sex, I take the money and destroy that dick. I find it cathartic release for all the shit men put me through in my life.
We stopped at my place so I could grab my sounding device, spiked heels and castration band. My guess, Edward woke up the next day with major regret. Not only did I chemically castrate him, but I also mutilated his manhood. Destroyed it. Left him in a pool of tears and blood with a dick that looked like raw hamburger. Maybe not the date I had hoped for, but I sure did turn lemons into lemonade.
I enjoy killer phone sex calls. But I prefer to be the accomplice and not the victim anymore. However, as a switch I do go both ways. Sometimes, I meet a kinky pervert at the strip club. John comes to the club once a week. Big tipper. Likes to cum on my tits in the VIP room. Last week, he asked me how much money I needed to live happily ever after. And I thought perhaps, this was a fantasy question. So, I tossed out a number. Then he asked what I would be willing to do for it.
I should have known he was feeling me out. So, I told him just about anything that did not involve animals or shit. And he said what about kidnapping a young girl for his rape phone sex fantasies. My eyes lit up because I am no stranger to such accomplice jobs. But I was a stranger to the amount of money he offered me. Wow. More money than a few men combined have paid me to help them violate young girls.
Maybe he was joking, but when I went back to his place, I saw huge stacks of money. What did this guy do for a living. He comes into the club looking like your average guy. Even drives a normal car. I thought perhaps he sells drugs or maybe he was in the mob. But I knew it was rare to have that much cash laying around your house. But I did not ask questions. Not my place.
But I took the money and did the job. Found him the perfect young piece of meat. Young girls might be the dumbest things around. They always trust me. Sometimes, I must use chloroform, but most girls hold my had as I lead them to their torture or death. I brought her right to my client’s penthouse suite. It surprised me that he planned on fucking this angel in his own place.
I ripped her clothes off, shoved a ball gag in her mouth to muffled her cries and screams. And I turned on some music. No one on his floor. He owns the entire top floor. Still had no clue what he did for a living. But curiosity killed the cat, so I kept my mouth shut and helped him make a teen rape porn with this little fuck meat doll. And I cleaned up her bloody cunt with my mouth.
I thought he would kill the girl, but he kept her for his fuck doll collection. He seemed like a man just like my former master. Keep a young fuck doll until she ages out. Maybe, I can help you find a tender morsel to fuck too?
