I am part of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Do you know that most folks will let any woman watch their angels? It is like they never think a woman will do something bad to their little ones. Sometimes women can be the most abusive and cruel. I have a fake babysitting profile on a few babysitting sites. It is the best way to have access to these sweet young morsels. I love how much money I can make off these little jail bait cunts. I have been doing this for a while, so I have perfected my skills. I place a false ad on a babysitting app or site. I use my pictures, but I dye my hair black, put on a wig and do some makeup techniques to change the structure of my face, and I used colored contacts. I have a fake driver’s license. I have some fake references that parents can verify. Toss a few bucks to a druggy whore and she will say anything you want. I only sit for families with young girls in the house. Once I agree to sit for a brat, I auction off her baby cunt online. While the parents are away, we play with the little angel. I am long gone before they realize their daughter has been fucked. I bring in the top bidder to fuck the angel after I drugged her. Men know that they cannot kill these girls. I do cater to men with snuff porn desires, but those girls I just kidnap at the mall. The ones I babysit are strictly to fuck. Men pay good money to fuck a princess in her twin bed. They want to pop that cherry and make a girl a whore. And guess what? I love to be the accomplice. Not only do I profit from it, but I also get off not being the victim as usual.
I have become great at accomplice phone sex. I feel like Mrs. Jefferson because I moved on up, LOL. I was so accustomed to being a submissive slave, I never dreamed that I could someday be an accomplice. Do not worry. I am not getting too full of myself. I do not think that one day, I will suddenly be a dominant bitch in charge. I have found my niche as your partner in crime. I met a new guy recently. Super hot and super wealthy. Of course, I wanted to do whatever I had to do to please him and be in his good favor. We were fucking one night and watching some teen rape porn when he admitted he always wanted to kill and fuck a pregnant teen whore. I looked at him like I was Mr. Roarke, and he was on Fantasy Island. I went to the mall and found some redneck teen slut with a bun in the oven. Surprisingly, it was not that hard to do. My new man was pleased with my offering and my initiative. She was scared for her and her baby. She pleaded with us not to hurt her baby, but they were a package deal. I tied her up so he could fuck her pregnant whore pussy. I enjoyed watching him fuck her so brutally that he broke her water. Now, we had a party. I had a brilliant idea. Cut out the spawn in her belly and sell it on the black market. I knew we could make great money selling something so young with good lungs still. I got out my knife and carved up the whore like I was born sadistic. My lover was so turned on. We fucked in the teen whore’s blood as her evil spawn cried. We killed the mama and sold the fruit of her dead crotch. I am loving being the accomplice.
Snuff porn auditions are back on. I have been busy trying to get a gig again. I make bank doing extreme videos and photo shoots. Past year and a half I lost my fetish modeling and strip club money. I have had to moonlight as an anything goes escort to make ends meet. I am too old to be the cute young coed GFE. I am not a mommy, so I cannot be the motherly escort either. That leaves me as the submissive whore who lets men do whatever they want. That has become dangerous for me. I was with a guy last week who I thought was a snuff director. I answered an ad and I verified that the number he called from was a legit porn studio specializing in taboo fantasies. Seemed on the up and up until it no longer did. When I arrived, there were no stages ready. I saw no staff like key grips or lightening guys. No make-up artists or assistants. No one but the one guy. I swallowed hard knowing I should run. My gut feeling was off and my gut is usually right. I did not listen to that voice that said run. I heard a voice, then I was charged and pushed into a room. The room was a slave’s dungeon. It smelled like death. I used my cell phone for light and saw blood splatter on the walls. I saw all sorts of BDSM equipment covered in blood too. I was not sure if this was some sort of experiment to get a real scare from the star of a snuff sex film, or if this was real. A man entered the room with an executioner’s mask on and beat me up. Whipped me with a leather belt until I was bleeding. While I was on the ground pleading for my life, he took pictures of me. He wanted to capture my fear. When he locked me in the room, I escaped through a window. I am double jointed. If I was not, I would still be in that room awaiting my death.
Rape phone sex fantasies are my favorite. I know that must sound like a made-up line to cater to Alpha male fantasies, but the truth is I am a submissive whore. I think daddy made me that way. The first time my daddy gang banged me with his poker buddies, made me a rape fantasy fan for life. I remember it like it was yesterday, but it has been over two decades now. I was just a schoolgirl. Sweet and innocent. I thought I could grow up to be anything I wanted. It never occurred to me that I would grow up to be a taboo phone sex whore. Daddy was playing poker with his friends. It was a Friday night, so I had no school the next day. I had no tits and a bubble butt. One of daddy’s friends made a dirty comment about having a hot daughter. Instead of defending me or telling him to stop, my father upped the ante saying if he lost, I was the prize. The next thing I knew, daddy’s friends ganged up on me. They pinned me to the ground. Daddy ripped my clothes his friends shoved their cocks in my cunt. Daddy bragged about how tight my fuck holes were because I was a virgin. As I cried, Daddy and his friends used me for a gangbang rape porn. I had to suck cock that had been in my ass. I was held down and sexually assaulted for hours by Daddy and his drunken friends. They showed me no respect, no mercy or love. I was his daughter, and he was pimping me out for a poker game. They sodomized my ass until it prolapsed. They fisted my cunt too and laughed as I pleaded for mercy. They left me on the floor battered, bruised, and bleeding. I was covered in cum too. Now, I love a hot rape fantasy.
Gothic phone sex fantasies make me wet. Honestly, I wish vampires were real. I would so let a sexy vampire make me his bride for eternity. I was obsessed with the True Blood series. That vampire Eric Northam could have made me do anything. Fright Night, The Lost Boys, Salem’s Lot, Interview with a Vampire… all had sexy vamps who could have bitten me anytime. I love when I get to explore a sexy vampire fantasy. I have a few vampire fantasy callers. Most are sensual Gothic roleplays, but one last night was vicious and it got my cunt wet. I was out running late at night. There was a full moon. I mean it was a full moon night in real life too. As I was jogging along the river, I was attacked by a group of men. They had fangs and they were not interested in making me one of their kind. I was dinner. They were feasting on me. The pain was incredible. They bit into my neck and my tits. My blood was spurting out of veins. They were laughing at me as they exsanguinated me. I was getting cold and numb. I was powerless to move. They shredded my body into pieces. Nothing but tender morsels of flesh were left. I died a bloody and painful death. I know it was just a fantasy phone sex call, but it made my cunt wet to think that I could feed a gang of sexy vampires.
Babysitter phone sex is better with two evil bitches in charge. I was hired to watch two girls recently. My former master gave me a taste for those ripe, tender age brats. I met Harper a few years ago when she was one of my charges. She was a sick brat even back then. In fact, she scared me. We stayed in touch over the years, and I helped her get this job because she is the perfect tiny teen sadistic. When I was babysitting, I took some nude pictures of the little angels and sent them to Harper. She texted back black heart emojis. I told her to come over and bring some male friends. I was spending the night with the brats in this mansion with a pool and a full bar. If the parents were stupid enough to leave their brats with me, well they did not deserve to have them. Harper agreed.
Harper arrived with a few burly men in tow. They offered money to explore their rape phone sex fantasies with my charges. I would have turned the house into the Neverland Ranch for free because the brats meant nothing to me. Harper spiked their lemonade, while I took their clothes off. The Molly kicked in quickly because they were so young. I filmed it because tyke porn brings in the big bucks. Her friends stroked their cocks as they looked at the girls’ underdeveloped bodies with lust in their eyes. Men love bee sting boobies, clam cunts, bubble butts and doe eyes. They could only look for so long. I am sure you understand.Even high on Molly the little girls had some fight in them. Harper pulled out a knife and threatened to slice their throats if they did not suck the big cocks dangling in front of their faces. That made them obedient. Harper laughed as her friends skull fucked the brats. When will parents learn to do background checks on the people, they trust to watch their fuck trophies? I filmed everything. This was going from tyke porn to snuff porn quickly. We loved hearing their screams as Harper’s friends force fucked their bald cunnies and perfect rosebuds. We got turned on seeing the blood flow as their bald cunnies got penetrated by big man dick. The guys fucked the brats. Harper held them down and I filmed it. That is called teamwork.
Harper poured booze down their mouths to silence their whimpering. Did not work. They cried and whimpered for hours as their little wholes got ravaged. Harper’s friends gave us a sack of money to just take the girls. They really enjoyed fucking their tiny holes. I just wanted the brats gone. I did not use my real name on the babysitting site. If parents are dumb enough to not vet who they choose to watch their fuck trophies, then they should not be parents. Harper and I do not feel sorry for those little brats or their parents. In fact, we cannot wait to do it again to someone else’s spawn. Maybe, next time you can join us. Harper and I love to share brats with like minded perverts like you. Plus, we love to watch men destroy super young holes.
I am a bloody phone sex whore. I find blood sexy. I am not the only one either. I met this guy at a fetish club who is into hematolaghia. It is pretty much folks who get off on blood. He convinced me to let him have some of my blood for sex play. I was nervous of course. Trusting a man to cut you gives him a lot of power. I mean he could drain you dry and kill you like a vampire. I was hesitant but aroused. He was handsome and hung like a horse. I wanted to please him, so I let him cut me. He made a few cuts on my tender flesh and my bright red blood dripped down over my boobs. I felt like Carrie at the prom. He added his blood to the mix. Bright red rivers of blood cascaded over my tits and down to my cunt. He used our blood as lube to fuck me. He pushed his bloody cock in my ass and my pussy. I was bleeding and in pain, but my cunt was on fire. I was so turned on playing in our blood. He would not let me cut him. I understood. I was the submissive taboo phone sex whore. He was the master I met in a fetish club. I started to rub my blood in my tits, and he got pissed. He was mad that the blood started to fade from my tits. He put the knife to my neck and made a huge slice across my throat. He gave me a Colombian necktie. I was choking on my blood. It was spewing out my throat. I was going to bleed out or drown in my blood. Either way, I should never have trusted a stranger to slice my flesh.
As a submissive slave, I am no stranger to domination phone sex. Some men are much rougher than others. Some guys want to slap and tickle me. Others, want to leave me black and blue, or even send me to the ER. I am a great slave. I never complain. I know it will make things worse for me. Now that the fetish scene is open again, I can go to the clubs. I went to this one club that was known for spanking. I thought I could not get hurt too badly in a paddle club. I guess it all depends on who is doing the spanking. I was selected by a much older man. Distinguished looking professor type. In my head, I thought he was harmless. History should tell me that the men who look harmless are the ones who can do the most damage. The Professor may have spanked me so hard he bruised my kidneys. I was down on all fours with my ass in the air. He began with a wooden paddle. Ouch. He packed a wallop. Bruised my ass. He even broke skin. I was in a lot of pain. He pulled my blonde hair so hard that he ripped a chunk of hair out of my head. He was just getting started. His dick was hard and long. He mumbled something about not having an ass rape porn star since before Covid. The club was a no penetration club, but he did not care. He fucked my ass raw. So hard, I cried. He fisted me too. He put a fist in my ass and cunt at same time and lifted me in the air joking about how I was his puppet. He threw me down on the ground with such force, I cracked some ribs. He was twice my age and four times as hard on me as any other man I have met in a club like that. I guess he was making up for lost time.
Men call me for violent phone sex fantasies every day. I never complain. I am a good slut and a pain whore. The reality is that I am a buxom blonde bimbo who craves attention in all the wrong ways. I make poor decisions and I struggle to tell a man no. Two nights ago I was in a dive bar. It was packed because folks had been cooped up long enough. Some of the men there were like sex crazed animals. I do not think they had been laid in a year. They were buying me drinks to get me drunk quickly. They could have saved their money. I would have been their gangbang rape porn star sober. It was me and about 20 drunk and very horny men. I was dancing on the pool table, flashing my tits and gyrating like a dirty stripper. I stumbled in my stilettos and fell off the pool table. When I landed on the ground, that is when they made their move. They pounced on me like hungry wolves. Ripping my clothes off, pulling my hair, slapping my face and fish hooking my mouth. They grabbed my big tits and twisted them. They slapped me an choked me. This was foreplay for them. They had the right girl because this is how I like to be treated. Rough. Violent. They brutalized my fuck holes. Some of them refused to fuck a skanky bar fly, so they used beer bottles and fists on me. Most of them, however, fucked me. I had three cocks in each hole at one point. I fucked 9 guys at once. Not by choice, but I did not fight them either. I was a good fuck pig. I am here for men to use. It is my duty to service men when their wives will not. I bet you agree.
I am a taboo phone sex whore. The more extreme a fantasy is, the more I want to explore it. I have many callers. Some have the same role play that we explore different ways. Some change it up every time. I am a good submissive whore for my callers and the men in my life. This one fantasy mirrored a reality of mine so eerily that I wondered if I was talking to some one from my past. The crux of this fantasy was that I was a kidnapped girl. I was less kidnapped and more sold willingly by my father to traffickers. My father needed me gone so no one would ever find out about our dirty incest. He also needed money for his gambling debts and selling a jailbait girl can net a large profit for a man down on his luck. I was drugged and when I woke up, I was on a concrete floor, bound and gagged with other young girls. There was a bucket in the middle of the floor. That was our toilet. We had to squat over a bucket and shit and piss in front of other girls. I appeared to be the only one who spoke English. I am double jointed, so I was able to pop my shoulder out of place and get out of the restraints. I tried to free the other girls, but I was caught and punished in front of the others. They made an example out of me. They shot me full of heroin and made a gang bang rape porn with me. The other girls watched as the men brutalized my fuck holes and choked me. I was the example of what happens to bad whores. For days, I was drugged and fucked. My holes were used up quickly, so I could not be auctioned off. That meant my fate was either be killed or become an accomplice to lure, recruit and train other kidnapped whores. That was an easy choice. I will always choose to be the accomplice if my only other option is death.
