I love accomplice phone sex. Your dark fantasies are safe with me. No one needs to know about your perverted needs, but us. I have this one guy in my life who craves young girls. He is older than me, but he prefers his women much younger. He has been good to me for years. I wanted to pay it back. We fuck a lot to role plays where I pretend to be a young, innocent schoolgirl. There is no shame in liking young girls. Most of them are such cock teases anyway. Not me. I am no cock tease. Never was. If my friend with benefits wanted to fuck a young piece of ass, I was going to make it happen for him. I mean I love rape phone sex fantasies too. I went to the park and kidnapped a young girl for my man. I am a good girlfriend, right? He couldn’t believe I brought him the perfect girl. She was like something straight out of one of his dirty fantasies. She was blonde with green eyes. She was tiny and innocent looking. Just what he wanted. She screamed loudly when she got fucked. We were downstairs in my dungeon. It is an adult playground. Soundproof for the most part. The little whore could scream all she wanted. She was not getting saved. My friend fucks hard too. I am built for a hardcore ass fucking, but this little girl screamed bloody murder with just a finger in her ass. When he made her an ass rape porn star, she passed out. Her body went limp. Damn, I was her age getting fucked like a whore too. She needed to toughen up. She woke up eventually and started screaming again. I have a cure for screamers. I set my twat on their faces, and they can scream into my cunt. The vibration of a screamer makes my pussy cum every time. We brutalized that girl, but we are not done yet. She is staying with us for a while. My friend as a lot more perverse fantasies to explore with this little whore.
Home invasion phone sex fantasies are not as common as some of the other types of requests I get. But I do love a good B&E fantasy. The other night, I was living a real B&E fantasy, but it turned into a nightmare. I was with this guy I met on the dark net. He wanted to break into this house and fuck this teenage girl who cock teases him. He told me she gave him her address. I thought he was joking at first, but he was dead serious. He had it all planned out. It did not matter if I wanted to break into the home of this teen twat and her family or not. I was an accessory one way or another, so I might as well join him. If I did not get arrested, I would have a hot taboo phone sex story to share. And, I do!
This girl appeared alone in the house. We broke in through a window that was left open. It was a cool night, around 70 degrees, so they likely had the AC off. Nice, gated neighborhood. I am sure very little crime happens here. We went through the house, and something seemed off to me I wanted to go, but he would not listen. No parents anywhere. Who leaves their teenage girl at home in the wee hours of the night? I started to think about this old movie, The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane. I thought maybe she killed her parents, and they are rotting in the basement. I had a bad feeling, but my friend was dead set on fucking this teen girl. He even had it in his mind she wanted him to do this so they could fuck.
I stood outside keeping guard while he explored his teen rape porn dreams. It did not go as he had planned. I heard screaming and it was not a girl’s scream, LOL. He came running out of the room bleeding between his legs. That little cock tease tried to castrate him. It was almost like she planned on him sneaking into her house to fuck her. She is the little girl who lived down the lane. I grabbed a towel, and we ran out of there like we were on fire. She stabbed in the balls. He was not castrated, but he is out of commission for a while. He should have listened to me. Something was off. This young girl set him up. She might be a future snuff queen. Maybe I need to talk to her. I know where she hangs out.
I had a snuff porn audition last week. My first in a long time. I was not the young starlet who gets slaughtered for once. I was the sexy executioner. I showed up in jeans and a sexy top. I was immediately hired. I know the director well. We go way back. This is a legitimate snuff outfit. No one is really dying, even though I know sometimes the young starlets wish they were dying. I have been there. The pay was too good to pass up for a day’s work. Plus, I was double dipping in a way. I was looking for a young starlet for a client. He wanted a barely legal girl down on her luck for his private streaming station. It would be a good dig for a strung-out young woman. She’d get room and board. She’d be given all the drugs she wanted t00. She would just be a torture sex doll on camera. Snuff starlets make the best candidates for gigs like I was scouting for.
Once my makeup was done, the director put me in a tee-shirt that said, “I Love Lesbians.” It makes the starlet feel safer. Like she will not be ravaged as hard if her co-star is not a man. A hard pill for many young girls to learn is that women can be more brutal than any guy. Once the director yelled, “Action,” she quickly learned that lesson. I started fisting her pussy and ass. I choked her. I slapped her. I put on my strapon and ravaged her tiny teen holes. She was legal. She was used, but still tight. I saw the needle marks on her feet. She is a junkie whore trying to hide her addiction. Once we were done with our legal movie, I told her the real money is in underground snuff movies. I took her to meet my client and he was so happy he gave me a bonus. In one day, with one whore, I made enough money to pay all my bills and party like a rockstar for a few months. Snuff pays.
Kidnapping phone sex? Yes, please. I am the perfect accomplice for those dark desires men have for young flesh. Honestly, I love helping men lure young whores away from their safety zones. I have a certain appeal with girls. Most women do. They trust us in a way they do not trust men. I found this hot teen slut at the mall. She was cock teasing old men into buying her shit. I could just tell she would never put out. She just wanted free shit. The younger generation of girls thinks men owe them just for being born. They pay no dues like I did. They wear slutty clothes and cry “Me Too” when a guy looks at them. I am of a different generation. One that understands you must give men what they want before you can start calling the shots. I am all about taking care of men. I do not ever expect something for nothing. I knew this girl would be perfect for your rape phone sex fantasies. I told her I could make her a star. She willingly got into my car with me. I drove her to this place I have in a rural part of the town. It’s an old farm I bought during Covid. I had plans to rehab it and make it a sex pad, but it is rundown and creepy, and much better suited as a snuff pad. The things that have gone on here would shock the distant neighbors. It is like an Ed Gein house of terrors. Ed killed women on his farm and turned their flesh into lampshades and their bones into furniture. Men just like you have done some very bad things to girls just like Lilly who I have tied up and waiting for the right man to fucking destroy her tight teen rape porn star holes. Are you the right man?
Taboo phone sex is my life. Vanilla shit is not my thing, not with my life. Sometimes, I crave a vanilla life, then I help some guy fuck a young whore and I realize a vanilla life would bore me to tears. I am in my mid-30s now, and my life is one big taboo story. Daddy fucked me when I was little. Men used and abused me for decades. Sometimes for money, other times for shits and giggles. Now, I have earned my freedom. You would think perhaps I would try to seek comfort in a more vanilla life. Nope. Not me. I reinvented myself as a nasty accomplice phone sex partner. Now, I help men explore their rape and murder fantasies for young girls. It is a great life and a profitable one. As the slave, I never got paid. I did what I was told when I was told and never once profited from it. Now, I set a price, a man pays it and I help him fuck young girls or boys.
Most of my clients wants some young, bald pussy. But a handful want some tight boy butt. Trevor wanted a young boy ass. He had a very specific type of young lad he wanted, and I helped him find just what he was looking for. I helped him find a young boy with long hair so when he was fucking his ass it would look like he was fucking a girl from behind. A tight hole is a tight hole from behind. I found him the perfect boy. Lured the boy away from his pack with my big tits. Boys his age are easy to distract. I took him to Trevor’s place where the boy became an instant ass rape porn star. I made it easier on the lad. I let him play with my big tits as he got sodomized for hours. I knew the boy was hurting. He could barely walk once Trevor was done exploding his nut inside his asshole. But at least he got to play with a pair of big boobs while being violated by a grown man. I am the perfect accomplice partner. I can distract any boy and I can lure away any girl.
Torture sex was my punishment. No crying from me. No pleading or begging to be spared. I knew I was guilty. I accepted my punishment for the crimes of home wrecking and murder. I was put in an experimental prison. One that does not let you linger on death row for eternity. One that does not kill you humanely either. Again, I am a big girl and a pain slut. I did the crime, so I had to do the time. My executioner arrived to take me to my final experience in life. He was in a black mask with his face covered, so I could not see his identity. I was in my prisoner jumpsuit, which was promptly removed when he showed up in my cell to take me to meet my maker. He stripped me naked, put clamps on my pussy lips and nipples. He put a metal leash on the clamps and pulled me out of my cell like a dog. My execution was like something out of a snuff porn. I was injected with a drug that would kill me when I came. My orgasm would stop my heart. It was a just punishment. My executioner knew I was a pain slut. He knew how to arouse me. Even with the eminent threat of death, I was aroused when he started spanking my bare ass. His strong hands ran up and down my ass, squeezing my cheeks and smacking each cheek with a paddle and his hand. I was wet. He shoved his fingers in my cunt, pulled out a dripping finger and rubbed my cunt juice across my lips. He played with my tits whipping the left boob then the right one. Nipple clamps attached to the chain that was attached to my pussy lips, so he could yank the chain, and make me wetter. Every nerve ending was on fire. He worked fingers into my asshole and put a clothespin on my clit. Next thing he used was a Hibachi vibrator. Now, I was in trouble. Now, I was going to die. He turned it on full blast. With fingers in my ass, and that industrial sex toy on my clit, I had my last orgasm. As I came, I felt my heart tightening up. My executioner came on my face and tits in my final breaths. I came into this world a whore. I went out as a snuff sex whore too.
Murder phone sex fantasies for hire is a thing. I was made an offer I could not refuse. A woman paid me more money than I could dream of for a contract hit on her cheating husband. She is a former porn star I met by chance a few years ago and we became fast friends. She married this really rich oil tycoon’s son. The son never worked an honest day in his life, but he did not need to because he inherited his daddy’s money. The rumor always was that junior killed daddy for the money. He was overdue some karma. I think this former porn star married for love, but their union turned sour quickly. She has an airtight prenuptial, and the only way her and her son would get anything is in his death. I have met him a few times. Real piece of work. Wife beater. Woman abuser. Self-entitled prick. I was happy to kill him for her. I did it while she had an iron clad alibi. Her now dead husband has a thing for young blonde hookers. I was not young enough for him. But we did a bait and switch at a no tell motel. I posed online as a Lolita hooker. I have been in the seedy snuff porn world long enough to know a few things. How to make murder look like an accidental overdose. How to be a chameleon to get away with murder. How to hide the money trail. How to make a man look like a bigger deviant than he is. How to leave no DNA. Men have long underestimated me as a blonde bimbo. Her rich ex never saw it coming. I wanted to castrate him and shove his dick down his throat make it look like a sex killing, but it had to look like he was hiring a jailbait street hooker to party with and fuck and that he just partied too hard. And it did. When a rich man dies, his wife is always suspect number one. But with the right accomplice phone sex partner, the wife never is indicted in murder.
I am known as an accomplice phone sex partner. I was not always one though. Most of my life I was the victim. Both willing and unwilling. Not anymore. I love helping men fuck and kill brats. My former master gave me my freedom for 100 little whores. It took me almost two years, but I brought him one little bitch after another. Now I freelance for him when he needs product. He likes his product young, blonde and tight. It is easy for me to find him just what he likes. I pose as a beauty queen scout and the mothers just give me their brats. I am always amazed at the stupidity of women. Sometimes, I kidnap a brat, but most of the time, I do not need to because the women just give them to me. They buy whatever bullshit I am selling. The little brat I brought my former master was for a teen rape porn he was making. I think this was for his personal use. He loves to fuck jailbait pussy and ass. I was always too old for him, but I was easy fuck meat. Anyway, I brought him a cute little angel to destroy. He paid me upon delivery of the product, but he wanted me to stay around to help him film the destruction of her little holes. She screamed so loud when he penetrated her baby asshole. I was holding the camera. My former master loves force fucking tiny girls. He takes pride in destroying virgins. Do you? I have grown to love it too. I mean it is not me, right? The underground world of sex and snuff is based on a survival of the fittest. This little girl did not make it. She did not survive. I am a survivor. I have lived past my 9 lives. As an accomplice, I can help make the snuff porn now.
Domination phone sex is what he wanted. It is what he got. I met this man at a bar. He was loaded and talking shit. I knew he was a worthless creature at hello. He was calling me names, yet at the same time trying to get in my panties. He was easy prey for me. He had a big role of cash in his pants. I guessed that he rolled up his cash and put it in his pants to look like he had a bigger dick. I cannot be fooled like that. I took him home. I was not going to fuck him, but he did not know that. I had plans for him. Most men who have worthless dicks can still serve a purpose. First, I liberated him from his money. I thought it was just a bunch of dollar bills, but it was $100 bills. He had a couple grand in his pocket. It is mine now. He is now the prized pet to a taboo phone sex mistress. Second, I put him in my dungeon room to sober up. I did not want him worshiping my cunt and ass if there was any chance that he may puke on my pussy. The next morning, I woke him up by sitting on his face. I almost smothered him to death with my juicy ass cheeks. He woke up gasping for air, but once my whip cracked down on his balls and tiny dick, he knew what was up. He started tonguing my asshole while his nose rubbed my clit. I told him this was all he was good for because it was. With a tiny dick like that, no woman would every willingly fuck him. I pissed on him too. I had been saving my morning piss for him. He guzzled it down and used his tongue like toilet paper to clean up the mess. Not sure how long I will keep him locked in my dungeon. But I am not getting rid of him yet. He is a great ass and cunt licker. Plus, I want to peg him for a homemade ass rape porn.
Domination phone sex is fun for me. I am not talking about where you dominate me either. I love to be in the driver seat when it comes to small dicks. I am a sexy switch and a size queen. When men try to fuck me with a package smaller than the dick on a Ken doll, well, I must put a stop to that shit. Terry came into the strip club and tried to fuck me for $50. He thought his broke ass could get a woman as hot as me for $50. I told him this was not Walmart. Then he tried to take it. He thought his rape phone sex fantasies would be welcomed with $50 and a small dick. The man was delusional. I do not waste my energy on anything that small and broke. I had him kicked out of the club. Security was happy to do it too. The loser was not taking no for an answer. He followed me home. He was lurking somewhere in the shadows. I caught his tail and decided I would let him think he could force his way into my home. Once inside, he learned all about cock and ball torture. I zapped him in the balls with my taser I keep in my purse. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud that made my floor shake. I laughed at the loser while he pissed on my rug. I was really angry now, because that rug really tied the room together. I kicked him when he was down. I had on leather boots with a spiked heel. He still had his pissy pants on, but I cut him out of his jeans, and pulled out his pinky dick. I trampled his balls and kicked him in the groin until his cries sounded like a teen girl’s cries. He will be pissing blood for days. I busted a nut. I left his small pecker mutilated. I told him to be lucky I did not give him a castration phone sex call. No guy with no money and no dick gets to fuck me. $50 and two inches? I am still laughing.
