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.
Domination phone sex is often needed when breaking in a young girl. I can be a bad girl, but last week, I was the accomplice. I spent a few days with my old master. He released me last year because I brought him a lot of little girls to use. I earned my freedom one little schoolgirl at a time. Now, he pays me to bring him a treat every now and then. Last week, he needed my help with a young girl he bought on the black market. She is a Russian whore. Young and sassy. She has a mouth on her like a sailor. He paid me to help break her in. She was going to need some abuse. Some whores are easier to break then others. This taboo phone sex slut was raised to be daddy’s whore. I do not need much slave training. I submit easily to masters. This whore was a spitfire, however. I was not sure whips and chains would break her. She was like a rabid feral animal. She kicked, screamed and bit. Girls like that need broken in with cock. Lots of big fat dicks in their tiny little holes. I knew what to do. I put a spreader bar between her legs and a ball gag in her mouth. This way she could not kick or bite anyone. I used a strap on to fuck her ass. I could have used lube. Perhaps, I should have used lube, but I wanted it to hurt. It needed to hurt. Pain is a great motivator for compliance. When my daddy needed to break me as a young girl, he would turn me into his ass rape porn star. That is what I did with this little bitch. I fucked her ass raw and dry. Then my former master and his friends ran a train on her ass. We did not mess with her pussy. She is staying a virgin until he can auction off her cherry. Now at least, she knows we will get violent with her and ruin her tight teen holes. Maybe she will behave better going forward. I had the bitch in tears.
I had a snuff sex audition. I was scared because this director has a bunch of scary stories associated with him. I did not know if what I have heard was true or just urban legend. He makes realistic snuff films, but the pay is great. I had to audition to get the part. This movie was going to be a hardcore kidnapping and forceful fuck movie. He wanted a blonde busty bimbo. I fit that part of the bill. He also wanted a young girl. I am in my 30s and apparently, according to him, a little washed up. I begged for a chance. He told me he had another movie in mind for me. A mother daughter home invasion movie. I would be the mother of course. It sounded like a very dark film. My gut was telling me to cut my losses and leave, but greed made me agree to star in a different snuff porn he was doing. Some man escorted me to another part of this dark and dingy building that looked like it was straight out of the 70s. I am talking wood paneling walls in the office and shag carpeting.
I met my costar. I was not old enough to be the mother of a 20-year-old. Well, if I had been a teen mom, I guess it was possible when I did the math. This movie was ready to film. Snuff flicks rarely have scripts. The director tells you the premise and you sort of just role play it for a more natural feel. My daughter and I were naked in bed together when intruders burst into the house. They assaulted my daughter and I had to watch. They violently tore her clothes off and shoved cocks and fingers in her bald snatch. They choked her and punched her too. One of the guys made me play with my pussy as I watched them explore their rape phone sex fantasies with my daughter. They got too rough with her. She was lifeless on the floor, but that did not stop them from fucking her. They fucked her warm, dead body and I was next. What did I get myself into this time?
This is the look on my face when I am getting an ass rape porn I did not sign up for. I am a little anal whore. I always have been, but some cocks are just too big for the ass. I met Jeremy on Tinder. It was for sex. Maybe rough sex, a little partying, but nothing sadistic. He was a normal man. Married and horny. He was not like most of the men I know. Until he was just like all the rest. We were having polite conversation, getting to know each other when he slapped me. Hard too. My head snapped back. Then he was on top of me. He was not making love. He was not even fucking me. This was brutal rape phone sex fantasies come to life. He shoved his dick in my ass raw. That hurts. The ass always needs lube. He choked me as he forced his cock in and out of my asshole. He slapped my titties and pulled my hair. He kept slapping my face and punching my stomach. I thought I might vomit. It was clear he was not looking to hook up for the night. He just wanted the chance to beat up a bitch and force fuck her. He got that. He got that and more because he pissed on me and shared me with his friends too. About part way through the brutal ass fucking, he put his fist in my cunt. I let out a blood curdling scream in pain. I feared the neighbors would call the police. This guy ripped off his shirt and shoved it in my mouth like a ball gag. I was still screaming and reeling in the pain. And reeling in my stupidity. I think the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results. That is me. I keep getting on Tinder and excepting to meet a good guy.
Snuff porn I like to watch. I do not like to be the star of a snuff flick, however. Honestly, you just never know what can happen. Snuff is a gamble. Some are fake and staged. Others are real. Women on the snuff circuit go missing all the time. Police showed up at my door this morning. That always scares the shit out of me. They wanted to ask me about a missing girl. I knew her. The weird thing is I met her over a decade ago. We made a snuff film together. I never saw her again. I almost barely escaped that snuff film. I knew she never did. She was reported missing a decade ago by her wealthy parents after she disappeared from a hotel room in Los Angeles. I was not sure what they knew or how they connected me to her. The only thing that ever connected us was a snuff sex video that a very rich man paid to have made. I survived. She did not. I did not know what happened to her body, but I knew she died. I saw her get slaughtered. I was panicked. If they knew about the movie, they knew I knew her. I lied. I said I made a dark film with her, but it was a staged film. I said we both walked away that day and I never saw her again. I worried they would know I lied, but it was not like I could do anything to save her. I would have been dismembered and disemboweled too. The cops would never find her body. There was not much of her left by the time her young body was destroyed. I asked how they found me. It was not the movie. It was a graphic from the film that landed on the Internet. They knew I was in a dark movie with her around the time she disappeared. They believed my story. We had both answered some Craigs List ad back when that was a thing. We made a movie because we were desperate for money but we both walked out of the studio. If the director thinks I talked, I will be dead. Snitches get stiches. I never rat on a master, a snuff director or snuff phone sex caller. Your dark secrets are safe with me. I want to live.
