He said I needed domination phone sex. I explained that I was trying to be an accomplice now. I have paid my dues and earned my freedom. He smacked me hard across the face because he thought I was getting too big for my britches. He said, “Once a whore, always a whore.” The more I pleaded, the harder he hit me. He was in a mood. He released me from his clutches last year. I earned my freedom fair and square, but when he gets into a mood, there is no reasoning with him. Even the sex trade industry has suffered shortages. He has lost a few key operatives who help kidnap young girls to keep the business thriving. He told me, he needed to use me for a client. I quipped that I was too old for his clientele, and he smacked my face. He said this one client prefers used up old whores. When I tried to explain that I was neither old nor used up, he put a ball gag in my mouth. He told me to shut up and take care of his client. Men who prefer women like me, usually have snuff sex on the brain. This man just needed a punching doll. He wanted a fight, and the younger girls are too scared to fight. Not me. I put up a fight even though I am scared. I want to live. This client of my former master was a sadist. He burned me with cigarette ashes. He fisted my ass. He used a taser on me. He punched me hard in the stomach. So hard that I puked. He pushed my face down in the vomit and made me lick it up. Four hours of hell. I survived though even if barely. I have a cracked rib, two black eyes, burns and bruises all over my body and bloodied swollen fuck holes. I thought my days of snuff porn were over, but just like that, I was pulled back in.
I love being an accomplice phone sex partner for men. It takes the pressure off me. I can be the hero instead of the victim. I am a hero because I make a great wingman. I can pull a little girl away from the mall or the park undetected. A man, however, stranger danger. A young girl will be screaming if a man nabs her. But me? I just tell my victim I am a friend of her mommy’s, and she will follow me anywhere. Yesterday, I did a job for my former master. I got too old for him. He let me buy back my freedom one brat at a time. Now, occasionally, he needs help. He pays me well for the kind of help only a woman can provide. I thought he needed me to kidnap a girl. He already had her held captive in the basement. She starred in a gangbang rape porn for him, but he needed a kind of help I have yet to give. This little whore was pregnant. Like about to pop pregnant. They needed me to be a midwife. I have never delivered a brat before. Hell, I am not a mother. I had no clue what to do but with my past master and his associates, you manage somehow or end up dead. This was a trafficked whore. When or who knocked her up was a moot point. The little one would be sold on the black market. They made a rough sex porn movie with a pregnant teen girl. That is some hardcore shit, even for him. I googled quickly how to deliver a brat. I got hot water, sterile towels and newspaper. I did my best. The girl was in a lot of pain. There was a lot of blood too. Her bundle of joy was covered in mucus which I thought was like her placenta, but it was cum. She survived a teen rape porn while in labor. I felt sorry for her, but I had to give the brat over to my former master. He sold her for $100,000 to some P man who was going to raise her as his daughter. Not my place to feel sorry for the whores. In my world it is survival of the fittest.
He said I had an ass for ass rape porn. I told him my days of being a submissive bitch for all men were over. I told him that he needed to find another ass to abuse because he was not worthy of mine. He was not wanting to hear that. He thought he was all that and a bag of chips, but he was a loser in my opinion. That is why I walked away from him, or I tried at least. He followed me out of the club and ran me off the road. It was dark, so at first, I struggled to see who had pushed me off the road. I was in a ditch, when he came up the driver side and pulled me out of my car with force. He drugged me after he dragged me kicking and screaming out of my car. I woke up in his dungeon. I had no clue where I was, but I knew this was not good for me. He started insulting me. Telling me I was nothing but a blonde bimbo who forgot her place. He put a belt around my next and squeezed it fast, choking me. I could barely breathe. I had no clue who this guy was or why he picked me. Maybe he likes a challenge. Maybe I represented all the bitches who have snubbed him before. I was in for some snuff sex though because he had me tied down to a bench with my ass in the air. He was stronger than he looked. Perhaps, he was on meth or something. His adrenaline was pumped, and my ass paid the price. I fought the best that I could, but he had me tied up well. Plus, the constant strangulation with his belt made me weak because I was passing out every couple of minutes. He held me captive all night. Honestly, I was not sure that I would make it home ever again. But he grew tired of me and released me back into the wild like an animal he tortured. One of these days, this taboo phone sex whore will not be so lucky. I swear I have more lives than a cat.
He told me I was made for snuff sex. I thought my victim days were behind me. I was getting accustomed to being an accomplice and not the victim anymore, but he said I owed him. I thought he was letting me share his coke because he liked fucking me when he was high. We have not been together long, but I really like him. He pimped me out. Now, I feel so used and violated. I guess I could have said no, but I did not want to stop partying. I did not want to stop fucking him either. He has a massive cock. I told myself I have done worse for men I did not even like. That was true too. I have made snuff porn with complete strangers. Why not just do this one thing. I figured I have done worse, and I falsely believed that this man would be gentle. My boyfriend sold me. He sold my fuck holes for $500. I thought that was a steal, but it really was not for what he did too me. He was brutal. I know my boyfriend needed money, but I could make $500 in two hours at the strip club and not be touched. He did not want to hear reason. He wanted me to shut up and fuck this guy like a good slave. So, I did. He beat me. He sodomized me with foreign objects. He fisted my cunt. He punched my face a few times too. Punched me enough to knock me out and make my nose bleed. I woke up to this hairy fat fuck pumping his pathetic dick inside me. When I started complaining about his tiny dick, he super glued my lips together. I could not speak. I struggled to breathe too. Once he was done, I was a battered and bloody mess. My ass was prolapsed again. My pussy looked like raw hamburger meat. My eyes were swollen shut and I lost a layer of skin on my lips trying to get the glue off. I do not want to be the victim anymore, but I guess that shit is hard to shake for a taboo phone sex whore.
Women have killer phone sex fantasies too. I have long had murderous desires. When I was younger, I was my father’s slave. He pimped me out to his friends. He used me like a dirty street walking whore. I was not his daughter. I was his piece of ass. His cash cow and his get out of jail free card. I tried to go to school for as long as I could to keep up appearances, but I rarely got sleep and sometimes, I was covered in bruises. Some schoolgirls bullied me. I was a pretty girl. This one girl was meaner than Regina George. She made life harder than it already was for me. So, I had murder phone sex fantasies for her. I was really angry at my father, but I could not kill my daddy even though he was never a father to me. I directed all my anger to this mean girl I went to school with. Over the years, I have not thought about her much. I do not live in the same state I grew up in. I dropped out of high school, so I never graduated which means no reunions to attend. Not that I ever would have anyway. I was shocked to see her in the strip club I work at. She had no clue who I was. I am blonde and buxom now. I even have a new name. She was in the club causing a scene because apparently a charge from the club was on her husband’s credit card. I was flooded with hatred again. I called a friend of mine who likes to force fuck married women from the right side of the tracks. I set her up. Followed her as she left, ran her off the road and had my friend meet me where I wrecked her car. Even as I pulled her from her car, she was a cunt and she thought I was just some random good Samaritan. I refreshed her memory as I punched her fake fun bags. I told her I fucked her husband in the VIP room last night. It was not a lie. I just had no clue his bitch wife was my high school enemy. I watched my friend explore his rape phone sex fantasies with the stuck-up cunt. I killed her. I smashed her head with a brick to make it look like she fell out of her car as it went over the side of the road and crushed her skull. Not the first bitch I have killed. But the first one I killed just for me.
I did not want to be an ass rape porn star last night. I thought my days were over of being a submissive whore, but this guy I met at a bar did not agree. He saw a blonde buxom babe and all he wanted to do was force his cock in my fuck holes. He had to force me because his dick was just average, and I am not an average girl. I am a far cry from basic. I want real cock. I want big cock. He was choking me to subdue me. When he realized his cock was not hurting me and that I could not really feel him in my cunt, he started fucking my ass. I still did not moan or whimper like he was hoping, and that just pissed him off further. I was not letting an average dick fuck me. And if I could not stop him from his rape phone sex fantasies, at least I could make sure he did not get the satisfaction of thinking he hurt me. I am a seasoned pain slut. My ass has a lot of miles. More miles than a car from the 80s. He was so pissed that I was not reacting to his pathetic cock in my ass, he choked me until I passed out. I am a seasoned erotic asphyxiation whore too. I was not out long, but I was out long enough for him to replace his pathetic cock with a baseball bat. Ouch. I felt that, but I tried to remain stoic. I did not want him to have the satisfaction of breaking me. He was not worthy. His dick was pathetic. He was a broke ass looser. At the bar he could not even pay his tab. He followed me home after I rejected him. If you cannot afford to buy me a drink, you cannot afford to fuck me. Eventually, he got tired of my taboo phone sex games and left. I am sore but he will never know that.
I am always down for some evil phone sex. I have been dabbling on the dark side lately. I like it. I met this Satanist recently in a fetish club. I thought he was joking when he said he was into the occult. I have never met a real Satanist. He said he would prove it to me. Again, I thought he was joking. He took me to this Gothic looking building in the middle of nowhere. At first, I thought it was a church, but the closer we got the more I realized that this was just an abandoned Victorian house. Only, it was not abandoned. Inside were upside down crosses, pentagrams and a ton of candles. I could hear ominous music playing too. I felt like I was about to have blasphemy sex. As we walked down a dark hallway, I realized that I may be the victim of some cult killing. I was not sure. Suddenly, I heard screaming. Loud screams from a young girl. He grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly towards the screams. He stopped me, opened a closest and handed me a black robe with a red velvet interior. He had me put it on. I walked behind him into a room lit by candles. A young girl was naked on the floor in a pentagram. She was bleeding. Bleeding out. The small group of folks were chanting in Latin, I think. Then suddenly a cloaked figure stabbed the little girl. The group of people around her had these Gothic goblets they began filling with her blood. Virgin blood I could only assume. My date whispered in my ear, “Believe me now?” I did believe him. I pissed myself a little too. I was in the middle of some sort of Satanic sacrifice. Blasphemy phone sex is one thing, but this was a human sacrifice. I felt safe because I have not been a virgin in decades. But I knew if I did not act like I was one of them they would kill me to protect their secret. I drank from a Goblet being passed around to the folks who were not part of the sacrifice ritual. I guess when in Rome, right? I drank virgin blood and woke up this morning feeling better than ever.
When he said he had killer phone sex fantasies, I thought I was going to be his victim. He wanted me as his accomplice instead. Not that I cannot be the victim. I am a good submissive whore. It is just more fun to participate in the brutalization of another bimbo than to be the one getting brutalized. He told me all about his neighbor girls. He has a hot piece of meat on all sides of him. Young girls too. They all sounded like cock teases to me. The one in the back of him is a little red headed girl who likes to bounce on her trampoline in her wet bikini. Do you know what a wet bikini does to a pussy? Camel toe. The pussy sucks in the wet fabric showing off the pussy mound. Add the movement of the trampoline and that wet bikini bottom is now a thong with some lip slips. The other girls were cute sounding, but this little cock tease was the winner for his rape phone sex fantasies. The way I planned it out was I would kidnap her. I wanted to take the risk for him. I have no connection to her. I snatched her up at the park and brought her to this old camper out in a deserted field that my partner knew about. It was dilapidated and dirty. The perfect place to force a little cock tease into submission. My accomplice had some anger issues with her for cock teasing him this past year. He fucked her pussy and ass raw. It was nice to be the one holding her down and guiding his cock into her tiny fuck holes. She screamed, but there was no civilization for miles. I sat on her face to muffle her screams just to be on the safe side. He fucked her ass and pussy until both holes prolapsed. Turns out I suffocated her. My ass is big, and she was tiny. Me bad. I turned his rape fantasy into a snuff porn. We buried her in the field. Now, she will be just another missing girl.
Some men think I deserve domination phone sex. I guess, I do. I am a blonde bimbo. A stupid whore who has profited off her body for decades. I bought my body back though one slut at a time. I used to feel badly about bringing little girls into the whore life. I thought they should be watching Disney movies and playing with Barbie dolls, not getting fucked by perverted old men. Once I realized it was a girl eat girl word, I got better at not feeling guilty. Little sluts are a dime a dozen. Once upon a time, I was one of those little girls robbed of playing with dolls and watching Disney flicks. I was Daddy’s ass rape porn star from a young age. His friends used me too. After I ran away, I was meeting men just like my father. I was owned by a man far worse than my father from age 19 to 32. I only got out a couple years ago because I aged out. I know what happens to whores who age out. I have been a slave most of my life. I made a deal to find suitable replacement for me in exchange for my life. I know I ended up hurting other young girls, but there was no way out otherwise for me. I would be dead in a desert ditch right now if I had not struck a deal with the devil. I am a survivor. Now, I am an accomplice. I make money on the dark net bringing men like you sweet young flesh for their snuff porn fantasies. I am connected to wealthy and powerful men. I make great money peddling flesh. I know I am too old for most men these days, but I can help them have their tiny girl fantasies. For a cost of course.
Do you have strangulation fantasies? I do. I made the mistake, however, of telling the wrong guy that I am into erotic asphyxiation. I find it hot to be choked while climaxing. It is a fetish of mine. I can usually do it to myself with a silk scarf or a tie. My father did it to me when I was a young girl. When he would sneak into my bed, he would put his tie around my neck while he forced his cock in my cunt or my ass. I did not enjoy it then, but obviously somewhere, I reconciled with my violent upbringing. You would think that after all the pain I endured and the ass rape porn my father forced me to make, I would shy away from violent men. Today, however, violent men are all I seem to meet. Davis seemed like a normal guy when I met him on Tinder. We got to drinking one night and we shared our deep dark fantasies. I showed him the bruising around my neck and explained my fetish for erotic asphyxiation. Before he could share his dark fetish with me, he was on top of me. He managed to remove his belt and put it around my neck. He was stronger than me. As I tried to wiggle loose, he pulled his belt so tight that I lost consciousness. That was his dark fetish, I guess. He was wanted to choke a woman out. And he did. Me. He choked me to unconsciousness many times. The last time, I woke up with his cock in my ass as he was using smelling salts to jolt me back awake. I should never share my dark taboo phone sex fantasies. Even the most normal appearing men like Davis cannot resist abusing a bimbo like me.
