It’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.
Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.
We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.
Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.
I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.
So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.
Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.
So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.
He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.
Men will always harbor rape phone sex fantasies. And I know that from personal experience. In my youth, my father forced himself on me every day until I ran away as a teenager. And then I ended up taking money to simulate forcing me into sex. Eventually, I ended up a slave and every man I met wanted to do awful things to me. You might not be able to look at me and think I’m tough, but I’m scrappy. Now I help men fulfill their rape fantasies for somebody other than me.
And it feels good to be the accomplice and not the victim. Perhaps, years of physical and mental abuse at the hands of my dad made me stronger. And I used to feel bad about bringing young girls to their demise. Men would either make them wish they were dead or would kill them.
You would think after years of abuse I wouldn’t want that cycle to continue. But something inside of me changed a few years ago. I stopped feeling guilty for taking men’s money to help them make homemade teen rape porn. I think all the money men paid me bought my conscience. But I’m OK with that. It’s survival of the fittest. And not everybody comes out stronger. But I did.
Now I’m a professional. I’m the fixer. When men want something young and tight, they need a woman to find them some talent. I made friends with a young teen runway recently. She reminds me of myself. However, I think she’s tougher than I ever was. She told me she wanted to help me with clients who want a hot teen slut.
She’s been living with me for a couple months now. And although I love having her around, I know she wants to be independent. I did too. So, she’s saving her money. And I’ve been helping her with GED courses. When I told her about this client, she offered to help. Even after I told her he would be rough on her. I would give her half the money if she helped me. So, for Robert the other night, we shaved a couple years off her already young age. And I dressed her in a baby doll dress for her daddy date.
But she played her part well. She acted scared and she fought. He did not know that I knew this girl. She could’ve won Oscar for her performance. She even cursed me out to make it seem real. Personally, I think she channeled some horrid experience with her father to give this man the experience he paid for. We never tipped our hands.
Perhaps he wouldn’t care. He made a teen ass rape porn with a young teen girl. He nutted inside of her. Almost choked her to death too. Until I told him murder would cost a lot more. He paid me cash and left. They always leave mess for their accomplice. But this mess seemed the easiest to clean up. I just put her in the passenger seat of my car and drove her home.
She made $10,000. And I split it with her. Being the accomplice pays better. My protégé just needs a few more encounters like that and she can put a down payment on her own home. High school dropouts with no real skills, you end up in this seedy underworld of snuff. The money made in this realm exceeds what girls like us can ever dream of making. My protégé won’t need to be somebody’s owned bitch for decades like me.
Being the accomplice phone sex partner seems way more fun than being the victim. Although I still do submissive calls, I much prefer to be the accomplice. David I’ve known for years. He photographed a lot of my early BDSM photo shoots. And we’ve stayed in touch. He found work for me as a runaway so I could stay off the streets. So, I feel a certain amount of loyalty to him. He helped keep me off the streets as a young runaway girl by providing me with gigs that paid money. Paid good money.
He likes young girls. Lolita sluts. I think he prefers them with some experience. And I find it much easier to discover a teen whore than a teen girl virgin. So, I went to the mall to look for a seasoned teen rape porn star. And I found one working at the food court. She looked rode hard and put away wet as the saying goes. I slipped my card to her and told her she would be perfect for this modeling gig that pays very well.
I discussed it with her on her 10-minute break. And I picked her up after work and took her to David’s place. A female accomplice can go places most men cannot. She didn’t seem nervous. Not until David pulled out his cock. Then she tried to tell me she didn’t sign up for this. Dumb bitch. She looks like a basic teen girl. Did she really think she’d be paid $10,000 to model bathing suits.
I helped hold her down while some hardcore porn played on an 8 mm real. David is old school. He still shows movies, which he told me they used to call blue movies, on 8 mm reels. That’s before my time. But he also likes to film girls he fucks with a handheld camera with no Wi-Fi. Safer according to him.
Apparently, I picked a feisty girl. But when David put his big old dick inside of her young bald pussy, we realized looks can be deceiving. This one despite her alternative slutty look still owned her cherry. What a bloody mess that made. However, David did not get mad at me.
He decided he would make this video for profit. Usually when I help them with a seasoned teen whore, the videos I film go into his spank bank. This girl turned into a fighter. I never saw that coming. She really wanted to hold onto that cherry. Too late. David popped her ass cherry too. Then she really screamed. And I caught it all. I filmed the teen ass rape porn.
Because he popped her cherry, he added $5000 to her price. David doesn’t make snuff films. He prefers force fucking videos or just dirty teen sluts enjoying his daddy dick. Although he does make his share of naughty movies and photographs BDSM scenes, he’s some sort of tech God who creates video games. He became a millionaire a few years ago, selling game apps. So, he can afford to pay girls. Times have changed. I never made much money at her age for rougher films.
Hopefully, she knows to stay silent. That’s a lot of money for a girl that age. I gave her a stern warning about what happens when girls run their mouths. And I told her if she needed more money down the road to give us a call. He likes to fuck seasoned whores even more than virgins.
Perhaps you could say, I am the keeper of taboo phone sex secrets. Men tell me all sorts of things. On and off the phone. And sometimes I have a way of just getting a man to confess not only his darkest fantasies to me but his darkest actions too, and sometimes I blackmail men. But just rich douche bag types.
I met Eric at a bar. I glammed myself up to look slightly more sophisticated, but still like a blonde bombshell. And I went to this upscale martini bar. Not my usual scene. But I found myself looking for a mark. The upscale bars have the best marks. I targeted Eric because he thought it was OK to explore his rape phone sex fantasies in the VIP lounge with one of my girls. He came into the strip club tossing money around thinking he owned the place. When Sabrina said no, she does not take sex for money, he just threw money at her and took it anyway.
And I fit his type. I planned on setting him up and extorting him for a lot of money. A little for myself but mostly for Sabrina. She’s a college girl I recruited last year. Unlike many girls, including myself, she won’t remain in the sex industry forever. This douche bag owed her some money. So, I came on hard at the bar and I acted drunk. He followed me to the bathroom. I did not ask him to. But I politely excused myself to the bathroom knowing his type. He’ll take anything as a signal that a woman wants to fuck him. Self-entitled douche bag.
And he followed me into the bathroom. But I told him no. Sure I have fucked in a bathroom before. In fact, many times. So, I told him a little white lie when I said I’m not the kind of girl who fucks a random stranger in the bathroom. And right on queue, he pulled out a lot of cash and threw it at me. Then he put his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall. Little did he know I had a camera to record his illegal behavior.
And I put up a fight. Truly, I did not want this douche bag fucking me. When he pulled out his tiny dick, I laughed. Told him he couldn’t force fuck a woman with a clit. So, he punched me in the gut. And tightened his grip around my throat. I can take a beating for a good cause. Honestly, I thought I could fight him off. I’m much stronger than I look, and I was not intoxicated like he thought.
But I couldn’t get away from him and my screams could not be heard over the bar noise. So, he ended up fucking me. But he didn’t do any damage with that tiny dick. He just tossed the money on the floor, called me a whore and left. I cleaned myself up best as I could. I kept his money and went back to where we sat at the bar.
He got a big surprise when I showed him the video of him force fucking me in that bathroom. Then I told him who I was. And that I also possessed footage of him force fucking Sabrina in the VIP club. Dumbass. We place security cameras all over the strip club.
And I told him if he did not Venmo me $100,000 within in the next hour to my account everybody will know what he did. Not only will I upload it to the Internet, but I would take it to the police too. I acted perfectly for the cops to believe this was just some random assault. I assured him that the bartender heard me say I’m just going to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back. And I even left my purse because I assumed he would be there watching it.
He called me every name in the book. Initially he refused. But before I left that bar, $100,000 appeared in my account. And I sent $90,000 to Sabrina. He forced her to be a teen rape porn star. She deserved every scent of that. Now she can pay for college. It doesn’t buy back her dignity, but I’m sure it helps. In the meantime, I’m going to keep my eye on Eric. And I’ll get him barred from every strip club in town. I protect my girls from slime like him.
I’m certainly no stranger to torture sex. Been on the receiving end of it for decades. Began with my father and his friends. And it continued with various men who either owned me or put me in their movies. At least when folks tortured me for money, I got something out of it. But my dad tortured me for years. However, now I’m in charge.
Although I’m not always in charge, when I am, I enjoy it. I channel my daddy issues, and I put that into my victim or target. As a sexy switch, I often get paid to be the accomplice. Usually, men pay me to bring them something young to fuck and torture. And I bring them the little one of their wet dreams. But sometimes a man pays me because he wants to see me inflicting the pain. And not necessarily on him.
I would not consider Oscar a pain slot. But he is a wealthy man whose money buys him whatever he wants. And that includes live torture phone sex sessions with young girls that look like they could be my sister. I didn’t kidnap this girl. My accomplice did. This time I helped torture a girl. However, this time, a man hired me to torture for information. The young girl is the daughter of my client’s rival. No one ever hired me before for corporate espionage.
I tortured a young teen girl for information on a new project our victim’s father is working on. At first, I didn’t think she knew anything. But now I realize she’s a little pain slut. I could smell her ripe pussy. She liked this. I suspect her daddy does violates her. For a moment, I felt bad for cutting her flesh with sharp blades. Her crimson blood dripped down her body. But I felt less bad when I realized she liked it. So, I dipped a finger into some of the fresh blood and put it to my lips. Her blood tasted sweet. I could see, feel and even smell her arousal.
Suddenly, she sang like a canary and told us about what her dad was working on. I felt like some corporate espionage fixer. But honestly, maybe I don’t have it in me to do the actual torture of a young girl especially when she looks and reminds me of me. He wanted me to kill her after we got the information. However, that was not part of our plan. And I did not include murder in the payment price I quoted him. If he wanted her dead, he would need to get his hands dirty. Or pay me a lot more.
And he decided he should kill me too. But that did not work well for him. I sort of anticipated it because he struck me as the type of guy who didn’t get this far in life following the rules and adhering to terms and agreements. So, I let our victim go. And I gave her a knife. But she took care of the rest.
She ran a knife straight into his gut and then moved the knife up slowly. Sick little bitch knew her way around a knife. For a moment I feared she might kill me too. But she pulled out the knife, and his entrails fell on my boots. She looked at me with an icy star and told me to run. Suddenly, I became the prey.
Damn girl. So young and already so lethal. Lethal Lolita. I became envious of her strength. At her age, I acted like a scared little girl looking for comfort from the person who abused me the most. I have daddy issues. But that girl has survival issues. She will survive in life, no matter what gets tossed her way. She will grow up to be an evil phone sex bitch. Maybe I’m the one who could learn from her. Maybe once she calms down and heals from her wounds, I can serve as her accomplice instead of her tormentor.
I’ve made my share of snuff porn. As a young teen who ran away from home, I found that the seedy underworld of snuff provided me with the financial support I needed. As a high school dropout my options seemed slim. Sure, I could’ve worked at McDonald’s for minimum wage but could not afford rent. And I wanted to better my life, not continue to live in squalor.
I met a man and he put me in his underground movies. Hardcore bondage and a lot of hardcore anal porn, even simulated snuff. And I met very few gentlemen over the years. Most of the men I met acted like sadists who wanted to make me their teen rape porn star. Now I help with recruiting the new generation of snuff stars. The world seems much different now than it did a little over 25 years ago. Women have more options. They can do only fans, become amateur porn stars or even do phone sex or cam work.
However, you can still find young street urchins without the technology or knowledge or proper identification to get those sorts of jobs. And I know just where to hunt for girls like that. The warehouse district. It’s considered the red-light district in the city. Although part of that area appears revitalized, you can find still plenty of abandoned buildings and dark alleys along the river where bad shit happens.
So, I know where to look to make a girl a much better offer. One of the former directors I worked with as a Lolita star wanted my help finding him a new starlet. He goes through them quickly. Not daily, not weekly, not even monthly, but about every six months, he needs a new star to abuse on film.
He makes hardcore porn. Extreme bondage and even more extreme ass rape porn. So, I found him a cute little blonde strung out runaway. I smoked weed, but I never did meth or shot myself up with heroin. This girl looked like she took just about every imaginable drug.
But I cleaned her up. And this guy who paid me handsomely for finding him a new star seemed very pleased with my selection. He won’t kill her. However, he might make her wish she was dead. But he can keep her strung out, give her a roof over her head and line her pockets with money.
And in six months or so he’ll call me up after he destroyed her tight holes. Men like that always wants something tight and fresh. They get bored easily. And that bodes well for me. I’m the key. Women like me can gain the trust of a young girl much better than a man can. No doubt this girl will be cursing my name. However, in the long run, she will realize this is a better life than living on the streets.
Men 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.
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.
I 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.
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.
Snuff 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.
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.
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.
Accomplice phone sex partners like me help men get those tight young pussies they want. Women seem less threatening to young girls. We can get closer to them than men. For some reason young girls lack stranger danger for women like they do men. And that bodes well for me.
I want to help men fuck young pussy. Just like I helped my former master get all the young cunt he could handle. Originally, I didn’t like being put in that position. And I felt affinity for these girls. However, I also felt a strong desire to break free from the chains of servitude. And to do that, I needed to bring my master 100 young pussies to fuck. It took a few years to get that many, but I finally did. And now I’m a free agent. Not owned by anyone. And I flipped my own script. I went from submissive slut to accomplice.
And I became a teen rape porn filmmaker with the kidnapped girls I took for men like you. Mike and I went hunting last week for the perfect girl. We walked around the mall for hours until he spotted the one that made his dick super hard. A cute young girl. Honestly, I saw the attraction. That sweet innocence made her attractive to us. And for a moment, I felt bad because I knew that innocence would disappear within a few minutes of meeting my client.
So, I lured her way easily and brought her to Mike’s place. And he waited for her naked. As soon as she saw a naked older man, she began to panic. And I looked her in the eyes, and I told her to never trust a woman either. Behind every perverted man who enjoys young girls is a woman who helped make him that way. I pushed her down on his dick, forcing her to suck his cock. Why waste time. Clearly Mike wanted to fuck her. And he paid me to help him. Not only did I lure her away, but I helped him fuck her and filmed it too.
By the amount of blood that spilled from her young cunt, we both knew he popped her cherry. She cried and begged for her mommy. And I almost felt bad for her. Then I remembered how much Mike paid me and I felt less guilty. He ravaged her pussy and her ass. And I could tell it hurt. But I got it all on film. It will make a nice ass rape porn. Not sure if I will keep it for my spank bank or if I will upload it on the dark net. Either way we made a great movie.
However, the girl did not survive. We did not intend to make a snuff flick. But accidents happen. Men go a little crazy sometimes when they finally get that young pussy they crave. But as the accomplice, I took care of the cleanup and the disposal of the body. We put her body in the trunk of my car. But I disposed of her body three counties over.
And I took dark roads to avoid any street cameras. I buried her deep in the woods. I doubt anybody will find her. Unless of course they see our little homemade movie on the dark net. Then they might think she fell prey to a sex trafficking ring. As your accomplice, I take care of finding you the right little playmate. And I dispose of her too. Dead girls can’t send you to prison.
