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.
Snuff porn stars can survive life if they are smart. I do not have book smarts. I never finished high school. But, I do have street smarts and that makes me ahead of the game in the circles I travel. I ran into an old snuff director that I had an acrimonious relationship with. The guy damn near killed me once because he liked the way I bled on film. His only problem was that I was not his to kill. I was on loan from a man who would kill him if he killed his prized pony. I am no longer owned by that master. I am a free agent, so when I ran into Trevor in an innocuous setting, I feared he might try to kill me again. I was in a coffee house of all places. I met him 15 years ago, but men like him never forget the one who got away. He approached me, and I knew it was game on. He recognized me and he wanted to pick up where we left off. When he started talking, I told him I was in the teen rape porn business now. I spoke with confidence, and explained to him that I could bring him something younger, and better than me. He reminded me that he has eyes everywhere, and knows where I live. I took some solace in the fact that he has not killed me yet. I brought him a young teen whore the very next day. I knew where he made his movies. I was scared. I mean a snuff director is not a man who can be trusted to keep his word. He liked the blonde bimbo cheerleader I brought him. She was just some dumb cock tease who thinks her shit does not stink. The next day, her picture was plastered all over the news. When a pretty white teenage girl goes missing, the entire world is looking for her. A brown or black girl goes MIA, no one cares. I took a risk luring this girl to her death, but it was her or me. I had to give Trevor his pound of flesh. Trevor makes real snuff movies, so that little blonde, white bitch will never be found. I survived to live another day, and that is always my goal.
Accomplice phone sex is my new gig, but guys still call to abuse me. I get that. I am a blonde bimbo sex doll, but I am almost 40 now. Hard to believe. Still seems like yesterday that my father and his friends were gang banging my fuck holes before school. I have not seen my dad in over 20 years. More like 25 years because I ran away as a teenager. I have paid my dues being a submissive whore for men. It is someone else’s turn now. I can be useful to you still. I can bring you something much younger, far less willing and even tighter than me. I found myself in a situation over the weekend that I was not sure how to get out of, so I made him a deal. I told him he could make a teen rape porn instead of a snuff flick if he let me go. It took some convincing, but we stuck a deal. I brought him something fresher, cuter and way tighter. I snatched up the first cute girl I saw and brought her too him. I was not dying. Not that day at least.
He was very happy with my replacement. She was everything I promised and more. Young, tight, fresh-faced, innocent and scared to death. This guy is like most of my callers. He wants something not willing. You need an innocent schoolgirl for that, not a seasoned snuff whore like me. I helped him get her clothes off to expose her bald cunt and flat tits. She had a youthful body. The kind of body most of my taboo phone sex callers crave. It was her or me. When you are in survival mode, you do not care that you gave a young girl a death sentence. I watched as he fucked her raw. I even watched him snuff her. All I could think was better her than me.
