Accomplice phone sex has become my favorite. I enjoy helping men fuck up little girls. It is nice to not be the one victimized for once. I got a taste for how much I love victimizing little girls with my last master. In order to gain my freedom and independence, I had to bring him a certain amount of tender age flesh that he could fuck and fuck up. I felt guilty at first, but after about the tenth little angel, I realized it was my calling. Now, I run ads on the dark net as a partner in crime. I am supplementing my income this way. It has turned out to be profitable. I can snag little girls or little boys easily. I can either do some babysitting or I can snatch one up in plan sight because no one thinks a pretty blonde is a nasty bitch. I helped this handsome gentleman get a pretty young mini me this week to the tune of $10,000. I took her as she was walking home from school. I wore a dark wig and strapped down my big tits. I had a stolen car and I acted like one of her mom’s friends. She got in the car without any struggle. I drove her to this no tell motel where I met my client. I helped him strip her naked and tie her to the bed. To stop her screaming, I sat on her face and smothered her with my ass. The vibrations of her screams made me cum. My client violated her tiny holes until he uglied her pink holes. They were bloody and swollen. Her cunt and ass were bleeding and oozing cum. It was so fucking hot. He did not want to kill her, and I have not yet delved into the snuff porn world, so I sold her again to another man who made sure to get rid of the evidence. I am enjoying my new discovered talent as an accomplice.
Roleplay phone sex fantasies make my cunt wet, especially if they are violent. I can be anyone you want. I can age play. I can be related to you. Or I can be some blonde bimbo you just meet somewhere. The darker the better. I love a good “Accused” roleplay. I am a barfly too. I go to this local watering hole. It is filled with old drunks. When I go in, all my drinks are bought and paid for. I have their attention with my statuesque body and blonde bimbo locks. My fantasy is for one night in that bar to be treated like a gangbang rape porn star. I want all the old drunks to fuck me on top of the pinball machine. I want multiple cocks in me at once; I want to be violated over and over until I am begging for mercy. I know it is not a common fantasy among most women, but I am not most women. I am a taboo whore. Pain and sex are instant turn ons for me. Last night, my wish came true. I was dancing to this old song called Black Velvet on the juke box. I started dirty dancing and that was arousing the old drunks. They started dancing with me and groping me. Next thing I knew they had me pinned against the pinball machine. It was less erotic than I had imagined in my head. Old men with drunk dicks. They could not get it up, so they used pool sticks and beer bottles on me while they joked about what a dirty whore I am. They fisted me too. They blamed me for they limp dicks and took it out on me with whatever object they could find. I am a taboo whore, but some fantasies are just better in my head.
When a man tells me he wants snuff sex, I swallow hard, and say a little prayer that I survive. Then I do whatever he tells me. Sometimes, I fight but that never goes my way. Trevor was not a man I expected to beat me. I did not meet him on a fetish site. We met on Tinder. I thought we would just fuck occasionally and maybe party. It seemed to be going that way initially, but last night when I showed up at his place, there were a bunch of other men there. It reminded me of my father and his drinking buddies. I would go to bed and get up to pee and there would be like 10 guys in the house who were drunk and horny. Daddy always shared me with his friends. Trevor was sharing me with his friends too. I did not want to be a gangbang rape porn star. But just like with daddy, what I wanted did not matter. He was charging these guys $100 a piece. That was cheap to do anything they wanted to me. No where in the city can you get to skull fuck, ass fuck and pussy fuck a woman for that. He did not need the money. He did it like my father did it. To assert his dominance over me and remind me that I am nothing but a piece of meat. To most men I am nothing but a blonde whore. For hours, these men fucked every hole I have. Cum was oozing out of my pussy. My ass was prolapsed. My tits were red from being yanked and slapped. I was covered in cum and spit. No one used a condom so just my dumb luck I will get knocked up. And I thought our relationship was going along nicely. Just like daddy, he just saw a bitch he could own.
Kidnapping phone sex fantasies get me wet. I love being vulnerable and frightened. I do a lot of kidnapping fantasies with my callers, but sometimes my life is like a call. It has been beautiful weather lately. Unseasonably cooler in the 70s, which means I can take walks and jog and not sweat to death outside. One night last week, I went for a late night jog. I need to keep my body looking fine. I passed a car with its flashers on and a pregnant woman standing on side of the road looking stressed. I figured she had a flat tire. I stopped to help her, but some one came out of the car, hit me in the head and kidnapped me. I was catfished. I was knocked out until I woke up in dungeon, chained to a wall. I was not the only woman there. Many women were naked and chained in this dungeon from hell with me. This was like straight out of one of my killer phone sex scenarios with a client. It did not take me long to realize I was about to be trafficked. The couple that set me up sell human flesh on the black market. They sell women as breeding whores to couples who cannot conceive on their own. They sell women to men who want private sex slaves to abuse. They even sell women to be slaughtered like something out of a Hostel movie. That was what I feared for me. I can still get pregnant, but I am not shiny and new like some of the much younger women who were chained with me. Men came in and looked at us like meat. They would prod our bodies, explore our cunts and asses, and even test the merchandise. One guy bought me like he was picking out a side of beef to eat that night. I am now in his dungeon being used every hour as a sex slave and punching bag. I liked my fantasy life better. But I am sure like my new owner, you would love a real slave instead of just a phone slave.
I was not looking to be the star of a gangbang rape porn over the weekend, but it happened anyway. I am just a blonde bimbo and what I want never matters, right? What happened was that I was all dolled up to meet a sugar daddy. I stopped into the mall to get a new Fendi bag to match my outfit. I was aware of a creeper following me, but that happens all the time. I never paid him much concern until it was too late. As I was going to my car, he snuck up behind me and dragged me into the back of a pervert looking white van. There were several other men in the van too. As some dude drove off, his cohorts molested me in the back of the van. They groped my tits and fingered my pussy and ass roughly. I was scared. Not only was I concerned about screwing things up with my Sugar Daddy by standing him up, I thought I might die too. They pulled me out of the van screaming and kicking. They tossed me into a building that appeared to be under construction. I tried to run, but I did not get far before one of the guys grabbed me and tied me up like a piece of meat. They carried me into the building tied up and tossed me on the floor. They all started pulling my limbs in different directions. Slapping my face and punching my tits for shits and giggles. They kidnapped me to explore their rape phone sex fantasies for a blonde bimbo. They pulled me in multiple directions because they were so horny for me. They made a mess out of me. Beating me and fucking me for hours. I was exhausted and covered in cum. When they were done, they tossed me in the van and threw me out along the highway like trash. I still have bad road rash and sore fuck holes. And my sugar daddy moved on.
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.
