I am a little too old for teen phone sex, but role play lets us pretend. We can pretend our darkest taboos too. I love age play. In my real life, I help men with their rape fantasies for teen sluts. On the phone, I do the same thing since I am a sexy switch. Occasionally, like last night I get to pretend to be a teen whore, or I get to go back in time and share memories of my own mean daddy. My caller last night wanted both. It was a tough fantasy call. I hate reliving some of the nightmares I endured at the hands of my own father. Our call began with me sharing stories of my youth. I had this one memory of my first gangbang rape porn when I was a young teen schoolgirl. My father was having a poker night. I was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, serving drinks and whatever else my dad and his cronies wanted. I was the house slave. One of the guys was grabbing my ass. He slid his hands up my bare legs and grabbed my butt through my cotton panties. When I tried to brush him away, he got angry. Picked me up by my throat and tossed me down on the poker table. My dad was the first to pull out his cock. He pissed in my face because I embarrassed him. He gave his poker buddies the green light to do whatever they wanted. And they wanted to gang bang his teen whore. They fucked every hole I had, often two cocks at a time. They choked me and slapped my face and budding tits. I fought for a bit, but I realized quickly that it was futile. I tried to escape in my head as they ravaged my young body. As I told my story about one of the worst days of my life, my caller beat his cock. Eventually, we did a fantasy phone sex call where I was his baby girl, and he was fucking my virgin holes. At the time, I hated everything my mean daddy did to me, but clearly, I embraced it and became the sexy taboo switch I am today.
The demand for gangbang rape porn increases daily. In case you have not noticed, the porn industry has changed tremendously in the past decade. I have been in the porn world almost 20 years. The major studios I worked for at the start of my career are no longer around. Streaming has changed porn, even the underground porn world. Studios are no longer needed when anyone can set up a camera and be a porn star. The vanilla porn of the 70s, 80s and 90s, no longer exists. Most porn is hardcore nowadays and most porn stars are amateurs. Look at me? I have gone from ass rape porn star to director thanks to the changing tides. I still get ass fucked and participate in some gang bangs, but those are all for personal pleasure. My job now, how I make bank, is from helping people with private streams. That is just a fancy way of saying I help men like you make pornos for self use. Often, the kind of porn that is illegal to possess. What is the fun of having legal porn on hand? It is not taboo and if it is not taboo, where is the fun in it? This week, I helped a couple make a porn with their young daughter. She was the star of the movie. A virgin girl who had never played with her family until they hired me to make a very special blue home movie. I love making teen rape porn movies for men, but this was even hotter because both daddy and mommy had rape fantasies for their beautiful girl. We had to drug the girl because she was not willing to be fucked on camera, not even for daddy and mommy. It turned out to be a hot video still, likely hotter because she fought. Thanks to the changing tides of pornography, even you can be a porn director and your daughter a porno princess.
I love roleplay phone sex calls. We get to live out our hottest dark fantasies. I have this one guy in my life who loves daddy daughter role plays. Now, he has a twist to the typical daddy daughter scenario. He is a violent daddy. He hires me to be his schoolgirl cunt about once a month. As a pain slut and a nasty freak, I always take his money. It sometimes stirs up unpleasant memories of daddy, but I focus on the money. This weekend when we met, I wore a schoolgirl outfit, complete with white cotton panties. Daddy needed to punish me for being a cock tease. He wanted me to be a bratty teen who flashed her schoolgirl panties to every boy in school. He watches a lot of teen rape porn videos for inspiration. Daddy paddled my bottom until it was raw. He used his hands, his belt and his old fraternity wooden paddle. Oh my gosh, that thing hurt my ass. I still have red welts in the shape of the Greek letters on my ass! Daddy was angry and I paid the price for being his cock teasing daughter.
The spanking was just foreplay to daddy. He ripped my cotton panties off my body, leaving a panty burn on my inner thigh. Daddy was pissed at his daughter. Years of pent-up sexual frustration over a young girl accumulated into rough sex for me. I could handle it though. I have been the punching bag for a few men on and off the phone. Okay, a lot of men. Anyway, daddy punished my pussy and ass with his big cock too. He tore my hymen, making me bleed crimson red on his dick. My asshole bled too. He turned his teenage girl into an ass rape porn star with one hot role play. Can I be your punching bag next?
I love fantasy phone sex. Not the typical kind of fantasy stuff either. I like violent shit. I want rape fantasies and extreme age play and even snuff. I spent my youth being abused by daddy and his friends. Then I spent more than a decade owned by a capricious and violent master. When I gained my freedom, it was at the expense of young girls. Initially, I felt guilty. Two dozen teen girls later, I felt conflicted. After almost 100 girls later, I felt pleasure and gratitude. Pleasure in leading young, innocent girls to their demise or servitude, and gratitude that it was no longer me. I aged out. I would have been a snuff porn victim. Master kills his slaves once they no longer fancy him. Sometimes, he sells them to sex traffickers. Either way, I was not going to have any freedom. I was desperate. I have always had a strong will to survive. The shit I have been through would lead most women to kill themselves. Not me. I am scrappy and resilient. I made a deal with master. One he could not refuse. Now, I work for him as a freelancer. When he needs young teen sluts to abuse or trade for drugs, he pays me to be the merchandise handler. I find the girl he wants and deliver her to him or his partner. I proved useful when I brought him 100 whores over a year in exchange for my life and my freedom. Even just bringing him a slut 4 times a year, I would not need to work, but I like my taboo phone sex line. I love talking to men even more perverted than me. My private life has at times been brutal. But what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, right? And, what doesn’t kill you, makes you a sadistic cunt too.
Snuff sex was on the minds of many men on Easter. I think it was seeing all those cute girls in their Easter dresses searching for Easter baskets and attending church. I am always happy to help men explore their rape fantasies with cute little girls. Some guys have more than fantasies though. I become like an accomplice after the fact to them. Like bartenders, I listen to men share their dark fantasies and even their true crimes to me. I am safe. Just some sick bitch on a snuff site that men know can relate to them. I promise your sick fantasies and true crimes are safe with me. I am no angel. I have seen and done stuff too. It is a miracle I have not either died or been arrested yet.
My caller had more than rape phone sex fantasies. He had real experiences that he was dying to share with me. Last Easter, he force fucked and killed his niece. She is still a missing person. He told me he had resisted her cock teasing for years. She would wear tight yoga pants that would show off the outline for her puffy mound, and tight t-shirts that accentuated her budding tits. She would sit on his lap and grind her little snatch on his knees. It was Easter morning of 2022 when he fucked her. She was in a cute Easter dress with ribbons in her hair looking innocent. But he knew a dirty whore lingered inside of her. In a moment of horniness, he ripped her dress off and fucked her. She bled all over her Easter dress and shoes too. She cried and fought, but he just fucked her harder. While he fucked her, he choked her until she took her last breath. He did not mean to kill her. He just could not take her cock teasing anymore or her screams for help. He did not tell me where the body was buried, but it has been a year, and no one has found the body yet. His secrets are safe with me. Yours are too because I am an accomplice phone sex partner.
As a sexy, deviant switch, I sometimes crave domination phone sex. I can be your accomplice too. I love to help men explore their rape fantasies for young girls. But I like a little pain occasionally too. I went looking for trouble the other night. I got on Fet Life and looked for some playmates. I found a hot couple who lived near me who wanted to play with a hot busty blonde. I went to their house. I knew it was a risk. It was not my first rodeo. I had a knife and pepper spray with me. I have learned that when you travel in my circles, you need to be prepared. Things are not always as they appear. One moment you are having rough sex, the next moment you are a snuff porn star.
Turns out, I was prepared for nothing. This couple was harmless. Okay, not harmless, but they were not murderers. They were into slave training, however. The man had a beautiful cock, so I was willing to endure some pain to ride that big cock. While I was worshiping his asshole, his sexy bitch wife whipped my back and ass. I was determined to show this this man that I was a hotter bitch than his wife. I did not say that out loud, however, because that is how you get yourself killed. She pegged my ass too while I sucked her husband’s throbbing cock. The more he moaned, the harder she fucked my ass. She was jealous. That was the reaction I was hoping for. Jealousy makes women fuck me harder, whip me harder, do everything harder. I am a pain slut, and I was craving it.
She turned me into her ass rape porn star. She ravaged my ass with a 10-inch dildo. She grabbed my tits too with her long red claws as I fucked her hubby. I had two cocks of sorts inside me a once. He came inside me, and she licked it out of me. She was greedy for her husband’s seed. I still have a sore asshole and some bruising, but I am a pain slut and I got just what I needed that night.
He wanted to make a teen rape porn, so I got him the perfect teen slut. I have had my eye on this little whore for days. Finally, I lured her away from the mall to my place. I just asked her if she wanted to party. Told her I had some Molly and weed, and a few handsome younger guys who would love to meet her. She thought my friends were her age when they were even older than me. Not my fault she is a dumb cunt who goes with a stranger to party. What happened next is on her. She met my friends. My boyfriend and his best friend. They are three times her age, but they have long had rape phone sex fantasies for younger girls. I make men’s fantasies cum true. I got in on the action too. Once the Molly kicked in, the girl forgot she was not so willing. She was a cat in heat. She had the perfect young body too. Once the guys decided to double penetrate her, I started filming the action. This kind of Lolita porn sells for great money. Many guys, maybe even you, like to watch Lolita porn. I made our little porn star eat my cunt as my boyfriend and his pal ravaged her fuck holes. Boy did they fuck her hard. That Molly though had her feeling so good. I doubt she felt the pain. Molly fucks with your memory too. She would not remember much of what happened. By the time the guys were done fucking her, she was half passed out. She was just mumbling incoherently. Cum was oozing out of her fuck holes. That is what happens when you are a teen ass rape porn star. I dumped her at the local park. Maybe some one else will find her and use her some more. That is all these teen whores are good for anyway.
He called me for domination phone sex because he knows I am a sexy switch. He was a total pansy with a small dick. He did not need that dick that was how small it was. It was a micro penis. I say was because now he has no dick or balls. Oh, do not feel sorry for him. He had it coming. He wanted his junk gone. Okay, maybe he did not want his dick gone, but once I ruined his balls, I was not in the mood to stop there. I have a philosophy. If your dick is less than 3 inches, what is the point? On a good day it looks like a clit. On a bad day, it is a frightened turtle hiding in its shell. I love castration phone sex calls. Yes, I know castration is the removal of the testicles, but some guys are just so annoying or so worthless or both like this caller, that I want to take the entire kit and caboodle.
Blake had been IMing me for months. Really, he was yanking my chain to the point I have had murderous fantasies about him. I never thought he would call me. I thought he was just some broke wank. Turns out he is a wank, but not so broke. He just cannot get a woman unless he pays for her. Sound like you? Blake is not that different from most of my pathetic loser callers. Perhaps no one else has wanked me as hard for months before, but he was just desperate for female contact that messaging me incessantly at least gave him contact with a hot woman. He knew when he called though just how pissed off I would be. I did not stop at the torture sex of his balls. I took his micro penis too. The funny thing is I chopped it off with a regular old steak knife. Not a very sharp blade, but small worthless wieners are not hard to cut off. I likely will never hear from Blake again. Only so much you can do with a man once you have neutered him. Some of you losers are just so pathetic you will do anything to get my attention, even beg for castration.
Violent phone sex makes my cunt wet. Like soaking wet. I masturbate on most of my calls. The more violent a roleplay is, the hotter I get. I know, something is wrong with me. I know it is my violent past. But I embrace it now. My caller asked me about my father. I used to hate talking about him. The moment the word father was mentioned, I would get quiet and my body would tense up. Do not get me wrong, I would kill my daddy in a heartbeat now. I think about it often now that have become a sexy switch. I love my new role in life. But my father no longer has a hold on me. I am no longer scared of him or his equally scary cronies. My father would be 62 now. My caller last night wanted roleplay phone sex. He surprised me. He wanted to be my accomplice in killing dear old daddy. Now, my cunt was dripping. He pretended to be daddy. I went back home for the first time since I was a teen girl. Daddy recognized me immediately. I was taller, and bustier, but he knew who I was. Told me he would never forget his slave. This fantasy call seemed so real. It gave me a real taste for vengeance. Daddy invited me in, and I was not inside for more than a few minutes when daddy tried to force himself on me. He told me I would always be his property. I stabbed him. Daddy was expecting the old Cassandra, not the new Cassandra. The old daughter he knew cowered in his presence and let him do whatever he wanted out of fear. The Cassandra now is not his daughter. I am a taboo phone sex whore who gets off on revenge and pain. I gutted daddy like a pig. Let him die while looking me in the eyes. The perplexed look on his face made me happy. He never saw it coming. He thought he ruined me. He thought he owned me. He thought he broke me. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And what doesn’t kill me, might kill you because now I am a blood thirsty bitch out for revenge.
Fantasy phone sex is just that. Fantasy. Never feel guilty about your darker fantasies. I have an active imagination. The bloodier and gorier a fantasy is, the wetter my cunt becomes. This guy I am seeing calls me his gore whore. I am one too. I do not know how I got like this, but I guess my violent past as a slave and my love for horror movies helped create this gore whore. My man and I were watching some snuff flicks over the weekend. One of them was very violent. Lots of blood and gore. Those are aphrodisiacs for me. I was horny as fuck and wanted to have snuff sex. We fucked while images of bloody dismembered girls flashed on the screen. I wanted the real thing. Not just snuff fantasy. My man recognized the hunger in my eyes. A hunger that his massive cock could not quench alone. We went hunting. He likes to fuck and hurt young girls. Before we met, I knew who he was. I had been warned many times to stay away from him or he would take me down a rabbit hole of darkness. I was a moth to his flame because I never mind falling down a rabbit hole of darkness. He is the best fuck of my life because he is so sadistic and sick. His mind matches mine. We found a barely legal drunk girl. Gave her a ride. She was too drunk to realize we were not her Uber. We drove her to his place. She thought we were going to have a kinky threesome. We did, just not the kind she was thinking. I slit her throat as my man fucked the life out of her. Her bright red blood cascaded over her big tits and down to her shaved cunt. Her blood became lube for my man’s hard cock. He kept fucking her after most of her blood had run out of her body. She was lifeless, but he kept fucking her. Sex with dead bodied is his thing and I love to be a part of it because I am his gore whore.
